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Post by F A T E on Sept 17, 2012 16:55:56 GMT -8
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[style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]01. UNLEASHED [/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #ebebeb; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 3px;]MEETING CLOTHO[/style] | | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #ebebeb; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]PREREQUISITES[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #ebebeb;]This thread is a closed thread. KEL & GLUE are both entitled to one character to participate in this thread. These characters cannot be in any other event threads and cannot be in a thread after the time stamp in the event. [see the timestamp section in this post][/style] | | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #ebebeb; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]TASK[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #ebebeb;]This is a plot event, due to fate residue being spent to summon this thread it doesn't have a real task. There are things throughout this thread that will happen but your characters responses are purely up to you. Best of luck and if anything is unclear be sure to ask fate questions through PM or spike via skype. [/style] | | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #ebebeb; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]TIME STAMP[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #ebebeb;]04/02/2012
Please note this event takes place right outside the hospital, your characters can be within the hospital but please not a majority of this thread will take place. Kel or Glu may start this thread as Clotho will post after you have both posted.
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Post by nana on Sept 17, 2012 22:39:55 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][classy=bang"]BANG BANG, SHE SHOT ME - ★[/classy][classy=interesting"]IT WENT BANG BANG BANG STRAIGHT THROUGH MY HEART[/classy][classy=shotme"][classy=throughmyheart"] [/classy][classy=withoutpain"]
She had the worst headache at the moment, and it wasn’t just due to the three tiny stitches neatly buried in her scalp. No, it was also due in part to her 0.12 BAC which had been the impetus for this most recent act of stupidity.
Whoever thought it was a bright idea to pick a fight with an angry 300lb biker was an idiot – read: Nana. Definitely not one of her finer moments, she thought upon reflection, but she had certainly believed he deserved it at the time. She couldn’t explain why she’d suddenly felt like superman or the need to punch him, but it could probably be attributed to the fact that she’d had more alcohol in her veins than blood.
Nana touched her scalp gingerly as she rode the elevator down to the main lobby. No doubt she was going to be feeling that one for a while. She’d been here often enough to know she didn’t want to stay a second longer, so she’d brusquely told her doctors she was leaving and pulled the “You-can’t-make-me-stay-here-against-my-will” card.
They had wanted to do a couple more tests (unrelated to her present injury mind you), so she all but marched right out of the emergency room until they stopped her to do the necessary paperwork. A few signatures later and voila! Here she was! She looked like hell, what with her beer-spattered baggy sweatshirt and hair looking something akin to a rat’s nest, but here she was!
Ding!
The elevator doors slid open to the lobby and the petite black-haired woman stepped out briskly, pushing past a few fellow passengers. Ignoring the grunts and the muttered, “How rude!” she made a beeline for the front door. Pushing through the revolving door (hey look at her, saving electricity!) Nana sucked in a deep breath of that clean-ish air. Ah, sweet freedom. Nothing was sounding better right now than a nice hot shower and a fresh change of clothes, and maybe a nip of gin to get rid of the hangover headache…
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Post by glu on Sept 18, 2012 11:20:47 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,bTable][atrb=background, i39.tinypic.com/zu1ok.jpg][atrb=style,box-shadow: 4px 4px 0px #e9e9e9;] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 69px; letter-spacing: -1px; color:d2d2d2; text-align: center; opacity: 0.9;]MY REFLECTION[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: ffffff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #949494; letter-spacing: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; margin-top: -16px;]IS SOMEONE I DON'T KNOW[/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 69px; letter-spacing: -1px; color:d2d2d2; text-align: center; -webkit-transform:rotate(-180deg); -moz-transform:rotate(-180deg); -o-transform:rotate(-180deg); margin-top: -29px; opacity: 0.2;]MY REFLECTION[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff479/lulumuffin/TB%20-%20Barnaby/3-8.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 4px solid #eeeeee; margin-left: 10px;] [/style]
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REFLECTION, MULAN
NOTES:
KEEP IT SHORT
CREDIT:
RAYAH! OF BTN![/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color:767676; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; background-color: eeeeee; width: 300px; margin-left: 114px; margin-top: -230px;] It was no surprise that Kurt had friends. He had many friends of varying degrees and types. Some were merely party buddies and others actually listened to what he had to say besides 'Drink more!' in the party scene. One such friend was here with a fractured hip that needed care and time to heal. It wasn't serious though and the whole time they spent watching TV and chatting. Kurt even joked; "What, you banged too many girls?", and they both laughed it off. Still, he couldn't have stayed forever no matter how nice it was to kick back in a chair and just relax with one of his now physically impaired friends in a laughable gown. He left some flowers in a vase for him - he called it unmanly, but they're flowers, get over it - and left.
As he walked in the hallway his eyes, normally bright and amused were only hollow. His expression was blank, he hated hospitals. He hated that even when you're sick and dying that the staff judge you. They try and think up on what to do with you so the next bed can be filled. They didn't like extra space when they could be caring for someone else more deserving. He narrowed his eyes, everything came crashing down in his face in one too.
He wanted to leave as soon as possible, so when he made it into the elevator with some other girl and others he was particularly relieved. She touched her scalp multiple times and when he looked down at her clothes he was pretty sure she had been at a party or a fight of some sort and things got pretty rough. He didn't let his eyes linger, she was some small little thing, but he was pretty sure that looks could be deceiving on occasion.
When the doors finally opened he breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could even swing a leg forward to walk, she started pushing past people and there would always be those who considered her rude and vocally admitted such to the group. Course, they were right. She was being rude as hell though he could say he had the same feelings as soon as he stepped outside. The people she was with in the elevator walked past the two but gave the girl glares for her behavior.
"You're pretty impatient." And rude as fuck, though I like her eyes. Still, Kurt would begin to slowly walk past her with his hands in his pockets. Despite being in April, it was still a little chilly, so he sighed and hoped to make it home soon.[/style]
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CLOTHO
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DEATH BY CHAOS
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Post by CLOTHO on Sept 18, 2012 11:48:16 GMT -8
[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]The light.
The indescribable feeling as the abrasive rays of light seemed to penetrate what she could only assume was her skin. The heat that radiated from a single strand of the sun seemed to intensify causing Clotho to blink back the tears that threatened to pool over her eyes. The heat was not caused by the sun, it was some other force that she could not identify. She paused momentarily to try and pin point what was causing her such pain. The mere fact she was experiencing emotion seemed to phase her, the fact she had a breathing body... she couldn't describe it as there were too many emotions trying to express themselves at once. She could sense some form of disappointment and possibly confusion but she didn't really know as she had never really sensed these emotions before. Clotho brought a hand upward to the light, her body listening to her every whim as it arced towards the sky.
A smile spread across her lips, the light refracting off her pale skin effortlessly. She had miscalculated, the light was no harming her but somehow making her body tingle. She brought her hand down to her side, her eyes still scanning the skies. She had no real idea what she had gotten herself into but she knew she didn't favor her current situation. She curled her top lip slightly in a feral hiss. She could sense something but she wasn't quite sure what it was. She cold hear the sound of thousands of beating hearts continuing on normally but she could almost taste some other presence. She didn't know how the urge to express her anger and frustration surface but she felt it. She wanted to do something that would convey her anger, there was no mortal around to see her do it which made her almost ponder why the urge was there. It didn't matter, she was not sent to earth to simply throw a temper tantrum. She already needed to prove herself to her siblings, they had accused her of making a mistake which was next to impossible. She did not to go around proving to their prying eyes that she was clearly the youngest and most likely to have misjudged her mortals. She would not be proven wrong.
She was Clotho, she would not be responsible for her sisters wrongdoings.
She paused as she closed her eyes, her new body was weird to her, such a meek shell seemed to cripple her power. She could sense the pounding of the hearts around her. She could identify every single soul they belonged to, she could easily recall their sad excuse of an existence but decided to push her will onward. She could not sense this external force but she could physically feel it. She slowly opened her eyes taking in her surroundings. She couldn't identify what she was looking at exactly but she could tell it was not living, possibly what they used to shelter themselves from mother earth's wrath. Clotho pivoted slightly, her new legs seeming to barely support her small figure. The urge to express her displease was imminent but she refused to let her siblings win. If she was being punished she would be punished her way.
Clotho took a deep inhale liking how the crisp air seemed to flow through her body in small gusts of wind. Her smile was no longer elegantly displayed across her delicate features that made up her face. She brought her hand up to caress the golden locks that fell down beside her. Hair. She was told about it but had never really had any to experience herself. It seemed to refract the light at such an angle that gave her soft hair a gleam that made her tilt her head slightly to get a better look. She knew she hated her new body, she was pretty sure it was making her hate all bodies like her own but she just bit her lip slightly to help her concentrate. She knew she was having complete sensory overload but she had to fight through it. She exhaled slowly not realizing she had been holding her breath. She let her silvery wings quiver ever so slightly in anticipation as she sunk into the shadows of the alley way. It seemed like a good place to lure the creature.
Clotho blinked a couple times before fully closing her eyes and started to exert her will on the mortals. Her presence would not be known to the creature but she needed a presence that it would recognize. She could sense the two hearts in a matter of seconds, they were actually quite close, she could hear their weak lungs expand ever so slowly giving them life with every intake of air. It wouldn't take much of her will to get them to the alleyway. A soft breeze seemed to roll by Clotho, she could almost taste her own power as it surged through the doors of the hospital, rushing past doctors and patients alike. It quickly found the two morals it had been told to seek out. The sweet air seemed to push the two mortals towards the alleyway like any normal breeze might. The breeze continued persistently, Clotho must greet her own creations in person before they were attacked and possibly destroyed. [/style]
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notes: Sorry for the wierd post! Hope to see you guys in the alley!
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Post by nana on Sept 18, 2012 23:20:36 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][classy=bang"]BANG BANG, SHE SHOT ME - ★[/classy][classy=interesting"]IT WENT BANG BANG BANG STRAIGHT THROUGH MY HEART[/classy][classy=shotme"][classy=throughmyheart"][/classy][classy=withoutpain"]
You would think she could get a few moments peace, but there just had to be that one person… Nana rolled her eyes and glanced askance at the speaker. “That place is suffocating…” She’d hesitated before speaking, just for the tiniest instant. The snarky quip that had welled up inside her died on her lips as her brain took precious milliseconds to process what it saw.
It was inexplicable that she had almost become tongue-tied; she hadn’t even rattled off some snippy retort! And if questioned about it later she could conveniently blame it on the head injury, but for now she would place the blame on this woman’s hotness. She stood rooted to the spot as the woman walked off, admiring her figure from behind. The way she pulled off male clothing while still retaining her femininity was positively delicious. And if she didn’t look (and feel) like ass, she might’ve followed after the strange female.
With a reluctant sigh, Nana struck out in the opposite direction and let her feet follow the familiar way back home. It certainly wasn’t her first time paying this particular hospital a visit. In fact she went often enough to be fairly well known to the majority of the hospital staff – not to mention she was something of an infamously difficult patient. They wanted her to stop dancing; she wanted them to stop harassing her. Honestly it was going nowhere fast and she let her feet doing the walking while her mind churned, trusting muscle memory to get her home.
…What the hell? Uhm, she was pretty sure that she knew her way home by now, so why did nothing look familiar? Perplexed, and more than a little miffed, Nana gazed down the dim alley with a mix of trepidation and curiosity. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something just felt wrong. Idly she wondered if this was what people called having a “sixth sense” and she almost laughed aloud. My god, was she really putting stock in the supernatural?
A little too absorbed by the unsettling atmosphere, Nana jumped like a shot had been fired and whipped around when she heard the thud of shoes of pavement behind her. Eyes wide as saucers, she had to give her heart a couple seconds to return to normal after it nearly leapt from her chest. Tension eased from her body (a little) as she uttered a breathy, “It’s just you…” She didn’t actually know the lady, but that profile was unmistakable.
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Post by glu on Sept 19, 2012 11:04:46 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,bTable][atrb=background, i39.tinypic.com/zu1ok.jpg][atrb=style,box-shadow: 4px 4px 0px #e9e9e9;] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 69px; letter-spacing: -1px; color:d2d2d2; text-align: center; opacity: 0.9;]MY REFLECTION[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: ffffff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #949494; letter-spacing: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; margin-top: -16px;]IS SOMEONE I DON'T KNOW[/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 69px; letter-spacing: -1px; color:d2d2d2; text-align: center; -webkit-transform:rotate(-180deg); -moz-transform:rotate(-180deg); -o-transform:rotate(-180deg); margin-top: -29px; opacity: 0.2;]MY REFLECTION[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff479/lulumuffin/TB%20-%20Barnaby/3-8.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 4px solid #eeeeee; margin-left: 10px;] [/style]
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REFLECTION, MULAN
NOTES:
KEEP IT SHORT
CREDIT:
RAYAH! OF BTN![/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color:767676; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; background-color: eeeeee; width: 300px; margin-left: 114px; margin-top: -230px;] Well, he could agree with an answer like that. Hospitals smelled like either medication or nothing at all and the unsettling white walls made everything so claustrophobic. He didn't know any person that liked being in one except for an innocent and naive child who just wanted to see their parents. So, he went on his merry way home, he hadn't caught her hesitation though if he knew it was from his looks he could proudly say that he even got a gay chick to notice his looks. That was quite an accomplishment if he knew of it.
While he was walking away, he felt a tug and his body, powerless against whatever persuasion was given, rounded a corner until he was essentially walking in a circle and to an alley of sorts. There, he was given a slight push, which confused the hell out of him certainly. The fact he saw the girl before him, the same one from the hospital. His eyebrows furrowed with obvious perplexion and confusion. Obviously, she would recognize him and he would nod at her quietly.
"To be honest, I'm just as confused as you are." It was easy to tell from her facial expression, and he took a few steps ahead curiously. Kurt felt as if his feet were locked in place after awhile. Maybe it was that uneasiness in the pit of his stomach, but there was something here and chills were running through him.[/style]
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CLOTHO
Dead
DEATH BY CHAOS
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Post by CLOTHO on Sept 19, 2012 19:22:16 GMT -8
[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]Clotho couldn't hep but blink away a tear, the light was still far too abrasive for her fragile state in her pathetic body. She didn't really have time to examine herself in detail but she could tell that she was in what most humans would describe as a damsel in distress. She cursed her sisters and their bitter ways of revenge but she refused to believe this set back would hinder her power in any way. Clotho closed her soft blue eyes once more and focused on her chosen heroes. she could still sense the lingering of some kind of dark force but could not exactly pinpoint it's location. It would be interesting to see how her chosen would treat the coming situation. Clotho actually smiled picturing the two humans ripping apart some evil unknown force.
Clotho brough a hand up to her temples which seemed to throb slightly from using her inner sight. She knew it was due to her weakened state of body but she wouldn't let her shell justify her powers. She knew she was strong and untouchable but she would not allow some mortal feelings such as pain affect her. She could sense the two mortals continuing to walk towards her location in the alley. They were still surrounded by to many people for Clotho to approach them, so Clotho just let her wings quiver slightly and continue to lure them to her with the sweet hued wind. She frowned slightly, a lone bead of sweat trickling down her forehead from the amount of effort she was emitting. She knew something was wrong since she could still feel the dark presence but what had her concerned was why she didn't recognize it. She was the creator, there should be no living thing that she shouldn't know about. Usually she would leave mankind to deal with it's own problems but this force was something alien to her. A very dangerous threat no matter what it was, the fact she was left in the dark had her feeling what she could only describe as what humans say is concern.
Clotho grimaced as she continued to watch her chosen heroes, they would aid her weakened form as well as draw this unwelcome presence into the open to be vanquished. They seemed to recognize each other somehow but Clotho didn't care how the warriors knew of each other. They were warriors, they should be running to the first taste of danger to save not only the innocent but bring their kingdom to life once more. She still remembered giving her blessing upon the mere mortals. They had impressed her as well as her sister so much they had given them gifts for their unity. She was almost positive these gifts were the first action of error, they were suppose to be blessings but mankind had turned them into curses. Clotho stopped rubbing her temples to walk towards a hanging clothes line. She knew humans had interesting customs and it would only be appropriate for her to conform to them since her nude form could be offensive. She could see many many lines of string or wire that contained hanging clothes, it seemed to sway gently in her own breezes. Thee contents of the lines were mostly white or a weird cyan colour that hurt her eyes. She knew she could probably attempt to present herself in her godliest form but she doubted her current body could maintain that much power for more than a minute.
Clotho cocked her head to the side as she pulled down a simple white dress with a low back to just above her tail bone. She couldn't help but be drawn to the pure color, it was usually how she represented herself naturally so it took a subconscious choice in her selection of clothing. She usually wore a more elegant white dress but she had limited resources to work with. She slipped on the white dress, it seemed to be a slip of sorts, rather plain with two white straps allowing her wings to poke through the back of the dress. She still felt the sun was attacking her but was starting to adapt like she was suppose to. Her body was in working conditions, the fact it still had bodily functions while merged with a goddess was proof that the bond was permanent. The dress which seemed to hug her slim form stopped above her knees, mid thigh allowing her pale skin to be on display. It wasn't her first choice but it would have to do. She would be meeting the warriors soon and then she would have no more time for formalities. Clotho stood up tall and proud allowing her body to shimmer in the light as it reflected of her angelic features. The alley was not brightly lit, but to Clotho the light was overwhelming.
Clotho bit her lip slightly as she took a step towards the opening of the alley, she could barely make out the shapes of humans that continued to walk by completely oblivious to her godly presence. the light was truly blinding from the unprotected sunlight. She would be confined to the alleyway until her body continued to adapt to it's hostile conditions. She took a couple steps backward until her back was against one of the walls. Her hair fell around her in interesting patterns but Clotho took no interest in her appearance anymore. Her warriors were close and she knew it, it was only when she heard the voice of a women did she realize that her warriors were upon her. The girl who talk to her was clearly a warrior, Clotho could sense the past rolling off her. Fate had graced her with the beginnings of her past. Although the women's voice sounded much too loud and hostile to Clotho she forgot how sensitive she currently was. She hated being in a weakened state of mind. Clotho stood against the brick wall of the alley, the hospital sounds could clearly be heard to Clotho. Every siren to every cough. She cringed slightly before making eye contact with the women closest to her. She could see a man come up behind her but Clotho simply bowed her head in a form of peace and kinship.
Her angelic voice was unknown to her but the second she started to speak for the first time in her earthly body she knew it could be compared to the sound of wind chimes. "Time is of the essence" Her voice seemed to echo slightly, booming with power. She could sense the darkness coming, approaching her warriors. She was surprised they could not feel it, they were suppose to be heroes. Clotho shifted her gaze to the man, she could not identify any interaction with fate. It was a blessing that his life was still untouched, he had his whole life ahead of him. It was a shame it would be untimely ripped from him with coming events. [/style]
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notes: YES TEHRE IS A CLOTHES LINE!!! FUCK YOU GUYS!
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Post by nana on Sept 20, 2012 18:06:04 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][classy=bang"]BANG BANG, SHE SHOT ME - ★[/classy][classy=interesting"]IT WENT BANG BANG BANG STRAIGHT THROUGH MY HEART[/classy][classy=shotme"][classy=throughmyheart"][/classy][classy=withoutpain"]
Her expression was not at all comforting. Much like her, this other “woman” was also confused, so there really was no point in asking any questions and her words just confirmed it. Great, she sighed, neither of them had any fucking clue why they had wound up in some god forsaken back alley in the middle of the city. Yet above her mounting consternation there was also a solid knot steadily developing in her stomach. This was just too eerie, too much of a coincidence. This seemingly innocuous alleyway had something unnatural about it.
As if to confirm her fears that monsters were lurking in the dark, Nana felt the solid presence of another being behind her. Nana jerked her head around (my gosh, people just had to stop sneaking up behind her) to see who it was now and was startled by the steady gaze that met her own blue eyes. The girl’s voice gave her pause, not to mention that what that beautiful voice had just said made little sense. It did, however, make the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as she combined the strange warning with the pair of wings peeking out from behind the girl’s shoulders.
Fascinated as she was by the beautiful little thing, Nana’s mind was reeling. What the hell had happened to the mind-numbingly normal day she had been having? Since when did she meet young girls with angel wings in side alleys? No no, she had to think rationally. Angels weren’t real, and this girl was likely someone’s lost child (maybe a child, I mean she was taller than Nana after all…but that wasn’t really saying much) who had been playing dress-up with angel wings. She was so absorbed in letting her eyes rove over the girl that she spared the other woman nary a glance, having almost completely forgotten her presence. This new strange girl had a dainty, feminine charm, whilst the other had a more sporty charm. Truthfully Nana could appreciate both, but who didn’t love a beautiful blonde in an innocent white dress?
“Why is ‘time of the essence’?” She decided to play along a little; maybe the girl was speaking in riddles. Nana certainly couldn’t fathom why, but she did know that sometimes people could be a little…odd. Hell, she wasn’t too normal herself! She knew darn well that normal people didn’t get in fights over coffee or comic book characters…or punch 300lb pissed off bikers. Nope, most people had more common sense than that. And here she was again, standing in an alley that she had wound up in by some strange twist of fate. The normal reaction would have been to leave as soon as she had realized this wasn’t where she had wanted to go. But, no. Nana had stayed right there. Like an idiot. Like Nana.
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Post by glu on Sept 20, 2012 18:56:14 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,bTable][atrb=background, i39.tinypic.com/zu1ok.jpg][atrb=style,box-shadow: 4px 4px 0px #e9e9e9;] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 69px; letter-spacing: -1px; color:d2d2d2; text-align: center; opacity: 0.9;]MY REFLECTION[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: ffffff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #949494; letter-spacing: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; margin-top: -16px;]IS SOMEONE I DON'T KNOW[/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 69px; letter-spacing: -1px; color:d2d2d2; text-align: center; -webkit-transform:rotate(-180deg); -moz-transform:rotate(-180deg); -o-transform:rotate(-180deg); margin-top: -29px; opacity: 0.2;]MY REFLECTION[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff479/lulumuffin/TB%20-%20Barnaby/3-8.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 4px solid #eeeeee; margin-left: 10px;] [/style]
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REFLECTION, MULAN
NOTES:
KEEP IT SHORT
CREDIT:
RAYAH! OF BTN![/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color:767676; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; background-color: eeeeee; width: 300px; margin-left: 114px; margin-top: -230px;] It was hard to adapt or even rationalize a moment in time where you just can't fathom why you could be in a situation like this. Here Kurt was, standing in a very dreary alleyway with a girl that he only briefly knew as the rude one that wanted to pass him and a lot of other people. And yet here he was as if something guided him here on purpose instead of 'whoops you managed to walk around in a circle and end up here by accident ho ho'.
His eyebrows furrowed in obvious frustration over what this could mean. Maybe he was just over-thinking things? Yeah, that might be it. His expression relaxed. He could just turn around and walk away as simple as that and move on with his life. As soon as he got the mental strength to do so, he was met with the approaching figure of a rather...lovely girl.
His green eyes were fixated upon the girls features. Those angel wings did well in justifying her. Her hair was long and golden like his own. The way the sunlight hit it made it glow like the precious metal humans knew so well in coveting. Her eyes were blue, like the girl next to him and they reminded him of a deep pool of water, but was forever churning like a stream. It was haunting, actually. There was something so strange about her, but ah! Her voice, ever so fitting that it caressed his ears like silk.
Had he not known any better, you could've told them they were twins, except for her eyes of course.
Time is of the essence, she said. Of all the things she had to say, it was something completely confusing to him. Now, he was back to square one with him looking like a seriously confused blonde that only displayed what was most stereotypically give to them; stupidity of only the most comedic of levels for him of course.
Her eyes, when they came to him, burrowed into him so deeply that he was taken back by it. He wanted to step back, a sort of primal reasoning came into him. It was like being looked at by a regal yet very capable predator that could reach out and maul him until he was a pretty stain on the wall or floor.
The girl next to him asked her why and he slowly nodded in agreement. He also wanted to know, but he was completely tongue-tied for what seemed like the first time in his life...
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Post by CLOTHO on Sept 20, 2012 19:28:40 GMT -8
[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]Clotho leaned against the cool brick wall as she observed her warriors. Something was wrong, they did not act like the warriors she made them. They had clearly not sensed her presence yet as she could clearly read the confusion off of their faces. She smiled as she was proud of her ability to adapt, she was learning how to read emotions. She could easily pick up confusion, Clotho could have sworn she could sensed affection as well but couldn't be sure since she had not sensed it herself. She smiled, her thin lips causing her to seem even more angelic. They appeared just how she had made them many years ago. She hadn't picked their names for them as she had stopped doing so many eons ago, now regretting she had picked more suitable names for her warriors of justice.
Something was wrong, neither of them reacted how they should have. They seemed dazed to say the least, they did not spring into action like a warrior was suppose to. Clotho cocked her head to the side as she tried to reexamine the situation, there was something off about her warriors. Clotho squinted her eyes as she tried to pinpoint the problem, this was not part of her plan. The darkness would be upon them at any moment and they would be left to die, she couldn't die quite yet. Clotho took a bold step forward away from the dark shadows clinging to the alleyway. She didn't wait to introduce herself, human customs lost on her for the most part. The fact she was clothed was a big step. The light seemed too bright for her but she could tell the lighting was too dark for the mortals, they seemed to squint in the dull shadows, their pupils dilating in an effort to make out shapes in the shadows. She was proud of herself she almost clapped, she would probably survive if she kept this observation stuff up.
"There is something wrong." Her voice chiming once more. They were not warriors, they had not been trained but that was to be expected. What she didn't understand was why their natural instincts hadn't taken over, their past lives should have recognized her by now. Her voice held the power she contained within her, not the voice of her meek form. The creature would be upon them at any given moment, her saviors had turned out to be nothing more than false lies. She couldn't pin point why they remained like so many normal mortals whens he had blessed them herself. She took a broad step towards the closest mortal, her blue eyes and stunted height a reminder of her creation. Clotho gave her a warm smile, she was unsure of her given name as she had stopped assigning them many eons ago, it didn't matter. She had made this woman, from the second she was conceived Clotho had started working on the woman. She had manipulated the girls fate to be blessed with the past but yet she knew nothing. The warrior that Clotho had implanted had remained dormant. Clotho gave her a soft peck on the lips, it was not sexual, Clotho hadn't learned what that was yet. The kiss lasted for about three seconds, in all that time Clotho winced away, her past was horrible. Her sisters had not been nice to her, Nana. It was a unique name, this year only 28 girls were given that name, an increase of last year.
Clotho bowed her head slightly, a sign of respect for the girl who had struggled her whole life. The past had already been identified, she could sense the heart of a knight. The girl was oblivious though, what had happened to her creations. Clotho knew everything that Nana knew or ever experienced, it was intimate but the only thing Nana collected was her name; Clotho. Clotho's wings fluttered slightly as she slowly walked towards the man. Cautiously treading over the rough pavement with only her bare feet. She stood in front of the man, he seemed to have the ideal traits to any human's standards. It was her fault, humans had started a war claiming that every other human who did not have Clotho's traits were evil. It was her fault for trying to interact with humans from her home, a home she would probably never see. She rose to her toes and gave him a light peck as well. She pulled back and smiled at him softly. The boy who was given everything, his life was not easy but he still earned his success. She nodded slightly towards Kurt. She could sense something deep but she would have to awaken it out of him which she didn't want to do since it require too much energy and would most likely ruin his life as it did with every forced situation involving fate. They only knew her name, it was more than enough. She was unable to speak her name on earth, a curse to most angels. Clotho took a step back to observe Kurt and Nana. She blinked slightly, they would have to do on short notice.
She could sense the coming danger, sensing the extra ordinary life forces it would try and eliminate them while they were weak like any normal hunter. Clotho refused to become prey. Clotho examined the woman once more, she had to be sure she was ready since she had not awaken herself but merely was identified as a knight. She reached out a pale hand towards the girl, her blonde hair starting to lift ever so slowly from her body as energy started to ripple through the air. She knew this was incredibly dangerous but being unprotected would leave them in graver danger. She reached ever so slowly towards the girl being sure not to touch her quite yet. She could clearly read her fate, her sisters have not been kind to her own creation.
Clotho's voice could be heard but her lips did not move. She would have to trust her warriors to protect her as they were suppose to protect the innocent. She was aware of the man's presence but he was too far from her. They had only minutes if that to realize their potential. "I know fate has not been kind to you young one, this is your only opportunity to hold fate in your own hands." Clotho turned her hand so her palm faced skyward, a sign of not only respect but an offer. Clotho knew this would leave her powerless but it had to be done, her sisters had abused the girls state of weakness. Clotho no longer held back her emotion, she might have been mad for her manipulative sisters but she could not help but feel somethings she couldn't describe. She blinked her blue eyes as tears rolled down her face, Clotho could recall every moment in which fate intervened in this girls life without her knowing. It wasn't the twisted moments that caught her off guard but how truly beautiful Clotho had made her. She cried because her future, the future that Nana had shaped for herself and the future that she lived for would be ripped from her in moments. It was Clotho's only choice, Nana would have to sacrifice her stable future where she found the girl she would one day settle down with, the future where the killer was found and was put to justice, the future where she could dance freely. The same future that Clotho was asking her to give up. The tears streamed down her face as her large blue eyes held onto the gaze of Nana. The energy in the alley was almost too strong for even Clotho, she was having trouble maintaining her offer, the feathers on her wings prickled with effort. She gave the girl a small smile before whispering ever so slightly. "Nana."
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Post by nana on Sept 20, 2012 21:35:45 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][classy=bang"]BANG BANG, SHE SHOT ME - ★[/classy][classy=interesting"]IT WENT BANG BANG BANG STRAIGHT THROUGH MY HEART[/classy][classy=shotme"][classy=throughmyheart"][/classy][classy=withoutpain"]
Right. “Something wrong,” that was so specific. Nana frowned slightly, not happy that the young girl didn’t explain herself any further. Just her luck that she would run into a riddle-speaking angel girl in an LA side alley, yep, she was just that blessed.
While Nana was busy frowning and cursing her stupid luck, the unknown girl took bold steps forward and, with a smile that only made her look like an angel all the more, gave Nana a quick peck right on the lips. The absolute silence that preceded and followed the brief kiss drowned out all her thoughts, and she stood there positively dumbfounded.
What. The. Hell.
It was sensory overload. Nana’s brain positively exploded, some parts doing backflips of glee while other parts banged their metaphorical heads in frustration. It was splendid! It was creepy. It was stupendous! It was spontaneous! It was… a name? Wide-eyed with wonder, Nana stared at the girl as she bowed her head and moved to the other person who Nana had entirely forgotten was there.
Clotho. Her name was as beautiful as it was bizarre. She almost said it aloud, but stopped short. Wouldn’t it make her appear crazy if she suddenly spoke a random name that she wasn’t even sure how she knew?
Shit. She had completely zoned out for several seconds there, just staring straight ahead with surprise and wonder written all over her face. Nana turned her face slightly to bring her attention to the winged girl once more only to notice her raising her arm, palm up. Her eyebrows raised and her head started to tilt slightly, but she went rigid when she heard the voice – the girl’s voice – ring out loud and clear despite the fact her lips never moved. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be…could it? Oh what she wouldn’t give to be curled up in bed next to her cat right now or even back in that dratted hospital. Maybe she was going crazy, or maybe she was just still so hungover that voices were talking to her in her head. Yep, that had to be it. Perfectly logical.
The air seemed to bristle with an invisible force and it made Nana’s blood run cold, her heart beat faster. Whatever was happening, whatever was coming; it could only signal the end of everything she had known to be true before. Her blue eyes were drawn to the blonde angel’s hand as it turned over in offering, the meaning clear. She hesitated. What manner of creature was this girl? It had never occurred to her as strongly as it did now that this girl was far more than she seemed.
Then she began to cry.
Nana started, her body taking an involuntary step forward, hand half-raised as if to comfort the girl. She snapped back to reality for a moment, hesitating, her expression crumbling. So torn, she was just so torn! This beautiful, fragile thing was crying and Nana just didn’t know what to do. “Nana.” The whispered word so sweet, so tender, that it truly broke her heart. She did not know for what reason Clotho had cried (nor would she ever) but it was irrelevant. All she was aware of as she took the small hand with her own, was the desire she had to protect this beautiful creature from anything that would make her cry.
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Post by glu on Sept 20, 2012 21:48:45 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,bTable][atrb=background, i39.tinypic.com/zu1ok.jpg][atrb=style,box-shadow: 4px 4px 0px #e9e9e9;] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 69px; letter-spacing: -1px; color:d2d2d2; text-align: center; opacity: 0.9;]MY REFLECTION[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: ffffff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #949494; letter-spacing: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; margin-top: -16px;]IS SOMEONE I DON'T KNOW[/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 69px; letter-spacing: -1px; color:d2d2d2; text-align: center; -webkit-transform:rotate(-180deg); -moz-transform:rotate(-180deg); -o-transform:rotate(-180deg); margin-top: -29px; opacity: 0.2;]MY REFLECTION[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff479/lulumuffin/TB%20-%20Barnaby/3-8.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 4px solid #eeeeee; margin-left: 10px;] [/style]
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REFLECTION, MULAN
NOTES:
KEEP IT SHORT
CREDIT:
RAYAH! OF BTN![/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color:767676; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; background-color: eeeeee; width: 300px; margin-left: 114px; margin-top: -230px;] She smiled, it was a warm smile he could detect. It wasn't a smile he was so familiar with. It was more a smile that you give when you're familiar with someone and have known them for a really long time, but she was completely lost on him. He couldn't recall a girl like her, and he definitely would remember someone that looked like her. Maybe he should ask if she was a model at some point in her life.
She spoke again as she stepped forward. Well, that was obvious. There were a lot of weird things going on at this moment. Things only got stranger when she walked up to the girl and kissed her on the lips. What, was she a hooker now? She looked too good for that.
Well, they were obviously getting better as the years went on about disguising themselves he imagined.
She bowed to her for reasons he could not comprehend and quickly his eyes widened when he came to her. Being taller than the rude girl, it was necessary that this blonde got on her toes and she did. Her smooth lips rivaled his own and for a moment, they slid together and melted against one another. The kiss was so simple, yet it had such a profound effect. It was enough that more color made his cheeks flush noticeably.
She pulled away as quickly as it had came and moved back to the girl. She reached out towards her, but did not touch her. Energy swirled, enough that it lifted her hair and he heard the words come from her but her lips did not move. Such a powerful presence, his feet couldn't move. He simply stared and he heard her name uttered in his mind over and over again. Sometimes it was soft, and other times it was yelled at. Even though she was crying now, he wanted to run away out of his own cowardice. This can't be happening can it? His eyes were simply so wide, he didn't know what to say, feel, or think.
A name, 'Nana'. Was that the girls name? He felt like he had held his breath and was transfixed in a point of time where everything was still.
Nana took her hand, a sort of firm decision set in her eyes as if to protect her from the world. The grip looked tight and Kurt stared in disbelief. Was she accepting her? Despite what power she had displayed? W-What was going on?![/style]
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Post by CLOTHO on Sept 20, 2012 22:19:25 GMT -8
[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]Clotho gave the girl a small smile, Nana had no real idea what Clotho was asking her to give up. Clotho didn't know why she had not started to awaken naturally, she could tell she had been identified but even that was not natural, she couldn't help but think back to the dark presence. It was hindering her somehow, or trying to anyway. Clotho gazed into the girls eyes before blinking back her tears, this girl would never be the same.
A ripple of energy coursed through Clotho's small form making her close her eyes as she felt the pain of overexertion; their hands had touched. She was actually glad for the pain, it kept her concentrated on Nana. The wind picked up around them, lifting Clotho a couple inches off the ground; her wings fluttering but seemingly useless. The wind spiraling around the two of them arcing in beautiful spirals of silver wind, it appeared to look more like silver ribbons swirling effortlessly through the air. Clotho held tightly onto Nana's hand; Clotho owed her that much. The wind continued to intensify with her power, the wind had consumed the whole alleyway, people walking by without a second glance. She could feel the link within Nana bursting with life. She could also sense the man standing somewhere behind her. He would have to be next as it was easier to do this process on a mortal who has already started the process of awakening.
The silver tendrils of the wind started to attach themselves to Nana, a couple seemed to veer towards Kurt every so often but continued to be focused on Nana. Clotho continued to focus, this had to be done right. She could still sense the dark presence as well as the actions going on around her but she needed only to focus on Nana, her life continuously flashing in Clotho's mind. The image of her clutching a blood stained pillow. Clotho could see her future starting to fade, the women she was suppose to settle down with was gone, her dancing career was over. Clotho had rewritten fate, a job that was never her duty. She had been to earth for about three minutes and she was already breaking rules. Clotho released Nana's hand after giving it a reassuring gentle squeeze.
The silver winds embraced Nana's body even after Clotho had released her influence over her. Clotho was released to the ground, her bare feet gently placed on the cold ground. Her body could not support her as she could start to see the black spots start to dance across her vision. She shakily made her way over to Kurt. She was starting to lose consciousness and she couldn't stop it. She could feel the dark presence, it was eating through her power. She stood before Kurt, trembling ever so slightly. She exhaled, she had to compose herself. "I don't have enough power to awaken you to your past. I can identify your link but not much else. You need to be able to defend yourself. You will receive the choice one day, just as Nana did, but we don't have time." Clotho stumbled slightly, her energy draining fast. He had to make his choice now or never. Clotho's fate rested with her warriors. Her magics continued to work even after her body was shutting down needing to rejuvenate itself.
The wind quickly surround Nana's body, the silver tendrils seemed to latch onto her body as they continued to spin and whirr. The cocoon shining brightly and whirring faster and faster around her small shape. As if triggered by an impulse the silver threads surrounding Nana burst open leaving her standing surrounded by the silver threads. They now rotated rather slowly around her displaying small scenes of a woman Nana did not know. The woman was brave, fierce, unafraid of anything, controlling water in all of it's forms. This woman that Nana was being shown was herself in a past life. The image slowly started to fade until what was replace was reflections of Nana from almost every angel until they all disappeared at once as if they had never appeared at all. The only signal that anything had ever happened was the blue rune now engraved on her right shoulder blade, where wings would have been if she was angelic. The rune appeared harsh but pulsated ever so slightly in a blue tinged glow. Nana could clearly sense a change within her; the water knight had once again rejoined the fight.
Clotho could sense the energy coming from Nana, she had awoken. Clotho looked desperately at Kurt. "I need you" it was all she could manage to say, her energy still continuing to drain as her vision was slowly starting to get blurry. She wouldn't last much longer. She needed to at least identify his past link so he could be of use to her. Fate had not been kind to his life either but she did not have the energy or the time to awaken him, the identification would happen anyway with or without her interference. She only asked to be polite, she loved when mortals were polite. She thought anyway, she hadn't witnessed it yet. Clotho needed this man's help, he just had to agree.
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Post by nana on Sept 21, 2012 17:04:11 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][classy=bang"]BANG BANG, SHE SHOT ME - ★[/classy][classy=interesting"]IT WENT BANG BANG BANG STRAIGHT THROUGH MY HEART[/classy][classy=shotme"][classy=throughmyheart"] [/classy][classy=withoutpain"]
The simplest actions could become the greatest mistakes.
The wind picked up more (though it looked like more than just wind) and the delicate angel held her hand tightly as she hovered like a godly being. Wonder, shock, fear, anxiety; all were reflected in her wide eyes as she stared at Clotho. Nana had nearly had a small panic attack when the silver tendrils of air began to cling to her. Her brain was screaming at her to shake it off, attack it, but her instincts held her still.
Panic flashed in her eyes when the blonde angel released her hand. She’d given it a reassuring squeeze, but Nana was not all that comforted. The wind continued to assail her and her body still refused to obey her mind. It was a horrible feeling, being trapped in your own body, and she had a sudden rush of sympathy for the disabled.
Nana could have sworn her heart was going to burst from the way it thudded against her ribcage. Maybe it was the lack of physical pain, perhaps the bright light, or maybe just how surreal this all seemed; she was crying. She didn’t know when it had started (had she been crying the whole time?) but traitorous tears moistened her cheeks. Was she afraid? Or did the brightness just hurt her eyes? However, she was shocked to utter stillness when the wind's cocoon broke apart, her wet eyes blinking in surprise.
An alien face stared at her in challenge from the silver strands. Her expression was set with determination, fearless in the face of what may come. To Nana it seemed a sharp counterpoint to her current broken expression, with tears staining her cheeks and reddened eyes. She was spared the accusation the unknown warrior elicited as next the shimmering strands reflected herself. Never had she felt so small…so vulnerable.
Nana was positively mystified by the scenes that unfolded around her, but even more amazed by the impossibility of what was happening. Yep, those obnoxious hospital tests were sounding mighty fine right about now.
Then just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.
The rest of the world far away, Nana gradually let her consciousness flood back. With it came a new sense of awareness of what had just transpired. Still staring straight ahead into nothing, she reached her left arm across her body to lightly touch her right shoulder. She touched it gingerly, though it didn’t hurt. It was strange, she thought, that without looking she knew precisely what was there. The brilliant blue rune just peeked out from under her over-sized sweatshirt. It had already been slightly askew since her exit from the hospital and was now hanging off her shoulder.
Such a brief span of time, and yet the whole world had changed. Her earlier sense of foreboding had heightened and so had her concern for Clotho. She frowned, focusing on Clotho and trying to pinpoint just why she was so worried. It was like trying hold onto water, it just kept slipping between her fingers. The harder she tried to recall the more it eluded her, and with a groan she pressed a hand to her forehead. Blasted headache.
There was more there than just her uncanny concern for Clotho…she shuddered. Clutching her right shoulder a bit more tightly with her left hand, Nana released her head and slid her gaze to the side to observe the other two “women”. She felt disoriented, confused, like she was suffering a terrible case of vertigo and déjà vu at the same time. The world didn’t slid out of focus, but she felt as though looking through a haze.
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Post by glu on Sept 21, 2012 21:20:18 GMT -8
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REFLECTION, MULAN
NOTES:
KEEP IT SHORT
CREDIT:
RAYAH! OF BTN![/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color:767676; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; background-color: eeeeee; width: 300px; margin-left: 114px; margin-top: -230px;] Those silver tendrils that were now around this other woman, some even touched him in the process but made no move to do anything remotely dramatic as they were to her. He had no idea how she could stand so still or how he still was. A bead of sweat trickled down from his brow. Then, she was in front of him, his eyes focused in on her. His whole senses were on the highest alert they could manage by natural means. His eyes took her in, she looked to be fading in her own strength and after a performance like that? He could only guess what that could do to a person even if it's faintly clear she wasn't in the least bit normal. She spoke of 'awakening' him. Awakening what? It sounded like one of those movies were the protagonist had to awakened his potential or something and face the world with new eyes. His mind began to race, defend himself from...what? What could possibly be out there?
He too would go through the same transformation? Just as he was thinking about it, the tendrils were eagerly gripping on to her and changing her like she was a caterpillar into a butterfly. He silently looked at Nana and then back at her. In his peripheral vision, he could make out a glowing blue marking peeking out from her sweater. Due to his height, it was a bit more visible to his eyes, but he ignored it for now. This creature before him was swimming in and out of conscious and his mind was becoming so numb. She looked so desperately at him. It was a facial expression that he could recognize for once besides the warm mysterious smiles she gave. Then those words: I need you.
His eyes widened before his legs gave out and he fell on to his knees. For a moment, he sat there, so still. Tears began to develop and in their excess, dribble down from his eyelids and his cheeks. He could remember so many details in his past from just those three words it was unbelievable.
"See, you can see the head and the arms here..." A gasp of happiness from a younger Kurt, who quickly laughed. "Look! I'm thinking it's a boy. It has to be!" Kurt's body hunched over, until his pants palmed the ground. Crashes of anger, things being thrown. He could hear himself sobbing. "Why, why would you do that?! It wasn't even born yet! We could've worked something out! I...I...I need you!! His voice shouted in his head, sobbing with a pain that was immeasurable.
That girl would walk away, void of their child, and void of any feelings even when he ran to her and told her that he needed her. Tears would stain the asphalt and his hands as he tightly closed his eyes and shook his head slowly in disbelief. His hands rose, and would grip the girls' arms. It was by no means a threatening gesture, seeing as how his hands were trembling. With what strength he could muster, he pulled her close enough that his head could rest on her and his own mortal tears could taint the purity of her dress.
"...okay." A simple word of confirmation, that was all that was needed and he gave it. He wanted to be needed, to be desired, to be helpful. Whenever he looked upon her, he was instantly reminded of what could've been. What more was there left for him? He was the handsome man who sat on the throne of material gain and a shallow reassurance that he was beautiful enough to showcase other people's work and occasionally, his own ideas. There was nothing fulfilling about it. Had he been born ugly, things would be completely different. It was a realization of how narrow the human mind was for change and what was normal to them.
Slowly, he shifted his head, and looked up at the blonde angel. He was so torn in expression, so vulnerable just like Nana. The only thing he could do now...
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Post by CLOTHO on Sept 22, 2012 11:35:26 GMT -8
[atrb=valign, top][style=border-left:4px solid #ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:13px; padding-left:8px; text-align:justify; text-transform:lowercase; padding-right:8px;]Clotho blinked, her senses were on overdrive. She had never felt anything from when she created her humans but within the time spam of 1445 seconds, (she thought, she doesn't really understand human time) she had felt more emotions, emotions she couldn't identify. She knew she was suppose to be powerful but earth was limiting her in ways she couldn't begin to imagine, the fact that she clung to Kurt for support was proof that she was clearly not on her game. She could sense that Kurt was feeling some kind of emotion, it seemed kind of like sadness but she wasn't entirely sure. Emotions were still new to her.
Clotho accepted the embrace from Kurt, she could feel his heartbeat, the rhythmic tempo seemed alien to her. She didn't know if she had a heartbeat, she was unsure of a lot of things actually. She didn't really understand if being sent to earth was even a punishment anymore, she had the chance to save her creations. She would save them if it was the last thing she did, a surge of... determination. Yes, that is what it was.
She took another moment in Kurts embrace to steady herself, his warmth welcoming as she noticed the small little bumps on her arms. She allowed her weight to be absorbed by him, allowing her to rest, even for just a moment. Her limp body was shutting down, she could feel it. Her vision was fading in and out of focus, her consciousness easily dipped in and out as she held onto Kurt. She wished she could awaken him to fight along side her water knight, Nana. He would have to wait. Clotho slowly slid one of her hands up his torso, slowly moving upward to his chest. She paused when she could feel his heart pounding away under her hand.
Clotho could feel Nana, her new found power only start to this knight. She had once destroyed armies who dared set foot into her kingdom. She was the shifter and she didn't even know it yet. She controlled all forms of her element, something that only the water kingdom could master. Clotho's life depended on Nana, it was as simple as that. The knight would have to learn to use her powers now or never. Be killed or kill. Clotho could feel the slight like to Nana, the angel really hoped the girl could trust her instincts or else this whole situation was for nothing. She turned her attention back to Kurt, his heartbeat strong under her hand.
She smiled slightly, she really hoped this wouldn't kill her.
Clotho's hand seemed to emit a slight glow, the same silvery white colour appearing under her palm, the light spilling out from the sides of her hand. Clotho could feel her energy draining faster and faster, her hair slowly starting to lift with the magic. Her wings fluttered ever so slightly, each white feather seemed to pulsate ever so slightly. Her hand seemed to clench his chest, she could feel his heart still. She knew he contained a link. Kurt had a past life, it was just buried very deep within him. Clotho gasped slightly, she found the link. Kurt's heart literally skipped a beat, the pain would be unbearable, Clotho knew but it was the only way. Clotho allowed her hand to relax slightly, the glow slowly fading.
She was dying.
She could feel the over use of her power, Clotho could not die like this. A goddess did not die because she was not strong enough, it was the only thing she had learned from her sisters when they had trained her. Clotho's magic had done it's job, she could feel Kurt's link beating within him, identified. "General..." Clotho said before her body collapsed into Kurt's arms. She could still sense what was happening around her but yet her body remained unresponsive. She did not know the human term for it but she knew one existed.
Clotho knew that this... whatever it was would not kill her. It was merely allowing her body to rejuvenate itself. She started to feel the energy slowly returning to her, at this rate it would take forever for her to be back to normal. She had to trust her warriors could protect her until then.
Kurts chest still glowed a soft silver colour. He could literally feel himself in another lifetime. It was faint but he could sense his life before this one. He could not really identify anything about it besides the fact that he had lived before. He was a general, it was all he knew, Clotho had told him. It was all he had to go off of.[/style]
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notes: Not my best post by far! I am sorry guys. Don't worry the darkness is on it's way!
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Post by nana on Sept 22, 2012 13:46:35 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][classy=bang"]BANG BANG, SHE SHOT ME - ★[/classy][classy=interesting"]IT WENT BANG BANG BANG STRAIGHT THROUGH MY HEART[/classy][classy=shotme"][classy=throughmyheart"][/classy][classy=withoutpain"]
She was not here, not really. Her mind had wandered far afield, images flashing by in a blur. Despite being unable to identify the scenes, each one felt eerily familiar. The sensation was indescribable. She tried to focus on the here, the now, but her mind kept skipping like a scratched disc. One moment she was here, the next she was elsewhen. She couldn’t decide on a time, only that it was long ago.
The lady from the hospital had collapsed to her knees now, hunched over as if the burden the angel was asking her to bear was a physical one. Nana’s heart went out to her, truly, for she knew how unbelievable this whole situation was. At least they were living this moment together. If she had encountered Clotho alone she shuddered to think how much worse the shock might have been. At least seeing the disbelief mirrored in the hospital lady’s face reassured her slightly that she wasn’t the only one seeing this.
A gasp of alarm escaped Nana as Clotho collapsed in the other woman’s arms. NO! Her immediate reaction to the angel’s sudden collapse was so severe, so vehement, that Nana was taken aback. She had taken an instinctual leap forward and then locked up her muscles when she realized what she’d done, causing herself to teeter precariously on deadly-looking heels for a moment. But her balance (among other things) seemed to have improved.
Nana licked her lips. “Is she…?” She let the implied question dangle in the air, her voice ripe with tension that was mirrored in her taut stance. Of course she didn’t think the angel had died (could angels die?), but she was deeply concerned for the delicate thing looked incredibly frail. It hurt just to look at her, but Nana couldn’t look away either. She thought she could detect the slight rise and fall of her chest, but it was only once she got her reply that she allowed herself to relax a little.
“General” she had said. Was this woman from the military? Somehow Nana seriously doubted it. Despite the woman’s masculine attire, Nana didn’t peg her as one to do manual labor. It was highly ironic considering she was pixie-thin and looked as though the wind could knock her over, yet she was out getting into scraps with people more than twice her size. Speaking of fights… Nana raised a hand to gingerly press her fingertips to her scalp once more, testing its tenderness. Oh yeah, that was gonna smart, she was definitely starting to feel the sting a little bit more as the pain meds wore off. She briefly considered popping one of the pills she’d been given into her mouth, but decided against it. More than likely it would dull her senses and instinct told her that was a dangerous thing at the moment.
“Do you…are you…” she struggled to find the right words, her pretty face screwing up in thought for a moment, “how do you feel?” Lame. It didn’t express half the things she wanted to ask or say, she felt so swept away. What had happened to reality? Was it reality? Had she taken any red pills recently? I mean really; winged girls did not appear out of nowhere, she didn’t just suddenly get attacked by silver wind, and she most certainly did not remember memories that weren’t hers. Maybe she could still go back and take the blue pill instead…
Honest to god, if a man in a black suit rounded that corner and started shooting at her… that was it, she was checking out. Life was complicated enough running errands for the mob, she didn’t need to be dealing with this fantasy shit. How tempting it was to walk over and start beating her head on the wall…
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Post by glu on Sept 22, 2012 16:53:35 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,bTable][atrb=background, i39.tinypic.com/zu1ok.jpg][atrb=style,box-shadow: 4px 4px 0px #e9e9e9;] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 69px; letter-spacing: -1px; color:d2d2d2; text-align: center; opacity: 0.9;]MY REFLECTION[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: ffffff; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #949494; letter-spacing: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 11px; text-align: center; margin-top: -16px;]IS SOMEONE I DON'T KNOW[/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 69px; letter-spacing: -1px; color:d2d2d2; text-align: center; -webkit-transform:rotate(-180deg); -moz-transform:rotate(-180deg); -o-transform:rotate(-180deg); margin-top: -29px; opacity: 0.2;]MY REFLECTION[/style] [STYLE=background: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff479/lulumuffin/TB%20-%20Barnaby/12-2.png); width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 4px solid #eeeeee; margin-left: 10px;] [/style]
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REFLECTION, MULAN
NOTES:
KEEP IT SHORT
CREDIT:
RAYAH! OF BTN![/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color:767676; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; background-color: eeeeee; width: 300px; margin-left: 114px; margin-top: -230px;] The embrace was accepted by the girl before him. She melted into his strong and capable arms. Albeit he was a dancer, he was used to scooping people in his arms for dance routines. If there was anyone that had arms willing to protect and lift from the sins of this world, it would be him even if he didn't realize his true potential just yet.With her body so frail, his arms instinctively held her closer as if to say it was okay to let go and relax in his arms.
There was this utter need in protecting her and allowing her to forget about the troubles of the world for just a few moments. This respite, he felt as if he could give to her. His breath hitched out of surprise when he felt her hand slide up his torso and to place itself by his beating heart. It pounded with life in his chest but her hand didn't feel so invasive upon his body.
He could see that smile, and when he did see it, it worried him. It was that kind of smile that laced worry. 'Am I doing too much?'. He knew people like that. It was a smile one of his friends gave in High School that he was particularly close with.
Her hand began to glow and bury itself inside of him in a way that he simply couldn't recognize as legitimately realistic to his mental mindset. He let out a sharp intake of air, a gasp, at one point. His body shuddered and trembled and his eyebrows furrowed tightly with obvious pain that he was experiencing. It was weird, a lot of things were coming at him all at once. Even after it was over, his body felt stiff, and yet strangely satisfied. He heard the word 'General' and sucked in another breath as if he held it in for an eternity. He could feel the limpness in her form after that, she probably fainted.
When he slowly stood back up, a soft grey pulsation of energy was still latched to his chest and didn't dissipate for awhile. He felt so strong, and held her in his arms with utter ease. He opened his eyes, his gaze was narrow, intense, and focused. There was something different about him, surely, but his green eyes looked down at her form. He heard Nana's question and he shook his head. "No." His tone was firm and his aura gave off one of power and confidence. Even with all of these images in his head and just before he felt like running...
He felt like he could mold the world into a place where Clotho could be protected and safe.
Nana then asked how he feels and he slowly turned his head to look at her. Even though there were remnants of his tears, they all but seemed to dry up on his eyelids. A gentle breeze ruffled his golden curls. "...different." As if to settle his curiosity, his senses were going all over the place in registering things, but for once, now he could accurately sense that something in the air was wrong. The air was still after she asked that question and the pit of his stomach churned and his neutral expression only tightened. "We should get somewhere safer. Clotho needs you, and...she needs me." He took a few steps forward.
"I'm not going to mess up again when someone needs me..." He added and peeked around the corner for anything out of the ordinary. He didn't see anything yet, but the cautiousness he had was overwhelming even for him. His instincts were just something he'd have to trust.[/style]
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Post by F A T E on Sept 22, 2012 21:09:06 GMT -8
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[style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]01. UNLEASHED [/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #ebebeb; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 3px;]COMING DARKNESS[/style] | | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #ebebeb; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]DARKNESS[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #ebebeb;]Fear. The feelings rolled off her in heavy torrents that threatened to overcome her physical body. Although she knew that everything around her withered in fear she couldn't help but reach towards the perfect nature around her. The petals on a soft pink flower quickly turned a pewter grey as soon as her fingers became too close to it. It didn't matter, it wasn't her position to care about such formalities. It was not her fault that the fragile objects nature held could not meet her extreme aura. The women took another step, she had no real idea where she was and it didn't matter. The world would wait for her, it was too afraid to do anything else but wait. She could still remember the day humanity had freed her from her mortal body. She couldn't place her finger on exactly when she had been blessed with her freedom but cities had crumbled around her. Los Angeles was not her first choice in victims, she had been instructed to watch over the city until the right moment had come. She could feel the energies around her swirling in discomfort. The time had come.
The ground below her was shifting too fast for the women to truly see what was happening. The energy was drawing her ever closer to the source. Time was not her forte, she didn't know why now was the right time but she knew the past was drawing closer and closer onto the present. She would have witness the past unfold, the fact she had been entrusted to ensure that time played out as it was suppose to almost gave her a sense of honor. The black dress she wore seemed to cling to her body in a subtle slip that pronounced her curves in just the right places. She didn't care, it was the dress she had died in, she had no choice but to honor her past life. It wasn't the black slip that she was so keen about. She could feel the fear start to roll off her like sheets of fabric covering her in layers of nightmares. The dress seemed to grow a flowey layer of grey smoke that clung loosely in a semi transparent gown. The ground below her feet continued to flash by as her dress continued to pick up layers of fear across the city. The energy source seemed to dim slightly before she could feel another two sources emerge.
She cursed slightly causing the smokey layers to curl up in her frustration, she did not have time since her enemy had seen her coming. The smokey layers continued to grow ever so slightly as she took her first step in a long time. The darkness around her was comforting as the smoke seemed to bellow out of the bottom of her smoke gown. She knew she was in some form of alleyway, the place seemed to welcome her presence. She had stepped out of a wall where the shadows were born and was staring directly at the three energy sources. They seemed to be confused but she could have been wrong. She almost started to laugh as she watched one of them try and make an escape from the alleyway. They were no warriors, she was warned that warriors would meet her. Apparently misinformed she took a step away from the wall, still lurking in the shadows that the alley provided her with. Her smoke seeming to avoid the light. These sad excuses for warriors were the only thing standing between her, and the fable Clotho.
Smoke rose at theend of the alleyway right before the male's eyes, blocking out the light that use to stream through from the street. The alleyway darkened ever so slowly, her wall of smoke so dense it blocked any light from entering the alley. She knew the wall was impassible, mortals were to scared to ever try going through the wall. The smoke seemed to emit a grey pale sort of light that seemed to cast an eerie light, only adding to sense of impending doom. She had not expected the energy sources to have their own lights. The women appeared to emit some form of blue light somehow and the man had a silvery light that was muffled by his shirt. They were no warriors, fear could eat them alive, just as she had planned. Tendrils of smoke seemed to snake out in front of her towards the two standing forms. The third seemed to be Clotho, the angel sent down to try and stop fate. The angel was out cold, she was sure that Clotho would enjoy a couple nightmares before the angel's warriors died. The smoke seemed to shift in form, sometimes solidifying slightly to take shape of a clown or a mouth filled with razor sharp teeth, the smoke too abstract to really make out one true form. Fear had such a beauty to it that the women could not explain. Her dark red hair seemed to be plastered all around her as she watched her powers start to take form once more. It seemed like forever since she had last unleashed the fear the world needed.
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Post by nana on Sept 22, 2012 22:27:30 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][classy=bang"]BANG BANG, SHE SHOT ME - ★[/classy][classy=interesting"]IT WENT BANG BANG BANG STRAIGHT THROUGH MY HEART[/classy][classy=shotme"][classy=throughmyheart"][/classy][classy=withoutpain"]
She was astounded by his calm confidence. Was it just her who felt unsettled and assaulted by these strange memories and knowledge? There was this feeling of power and sometimes a feeling of detachment, as if her body were not her own. His reply (it was barely a reply, really) did nothing to assuage her worry and she hugged her arms loosely around her body…was it her body? There were moments now when she doubted.
Putting that worry aside, the knot that had formed at the pit of her stomach clenched and tightened – god, she felt nauseous. Perhaps a part of it could be blamed on her prior injury, but she knew that it wasn’t the cause. The air was heavy, ripe with energy she could not explain, and she flicked her gaze to Clotho’s face in worry. Kurt’s words mirrored her concern and Nana nodded, grateful he seemed to understand the importance of the sleeping angel he held. As he stepped forward he uttered words, almost to himself, that Nana took a second to consider. Perhaps they weren’t so different, this stranger and her.
Yet as Nana moved forward to follow him, a shadowy form appeared – materialized, more like – from the wall. On instinct Nana threw herself before Kurt and the precious lady he carried, eyes focused on the shifting form with intense concentration. When the second passed she straightened, suddenly aware of what she had done. “I… – ” But she didn’t get any farther than a syllable when her wide eyes landed upon a figure advancing from the smoky tendrils rising from beneath the shadow woman’s dress. A clown, a clown with a mouth full of razor sharp teeth.
Nana screamed.
She practically fell over herself in an attempt to get away, yet managed to find herself smashed up against Kurt’s back before she could even blink. Her eyes were slammed tightly shut, tears at the corners. “C-clowns…” she stuttered, her body shivering. All the magic in the world was not going to make her forget how terrifying those face-painted demons were. She was having flashbacks already to the worst birthday party ever.
A part deep within her harrumphed. This is not how a warrior behaves, it seemed to admonish her through its silence alone. Nana recalled with startling clarity that face she had seen within the silver strands, those clear eyes filled with determination and the will to fight. Behind her eyelids it played the image again and again, each passing moment seemed to add intensity to the gaze – she could see the disapproval in the set line of her lips, the hard edge in her eyes. This warrior woman did not approve of her cowering behind this male, not at all.
Nana wheedled and pleaded, begging the phantom image to understand, to comprehend what fear the clown stirred in her. She could almost hear the nameless entity sigh. Did she not want to protect Clotho? Now this elicited a response from Nana. Her eyes peeked open again and she dared to stare at the darkness once more. This…this thing, whatever it was, was here to hurt Clotho. She couldn’t explain why she knew this so much as she just felt it.
The precious seconds ticked by, several passing without action on her part. It was grating on her nerves, really, all this standing around when she should have normally launched right into an attack. The longer she stood there dilly-dallying, the longer her opponent had to formulate and initiate its attack. Ah, but it had already begun the instant it had trapped her in this alley hadn’t it? Nana’s mind whirred back to life, its thought process taking her far away from her terror and instead stubbornly insisting that she put Clotho’s safety above all else.
Nothing. She saw no way of escape, at least not with their current situation, but that wasn’t truly her style anyway. No, she’d always been one to thoughtlessly throw a punch and reflect on her actions later. There was another question that popped into her mind as she noticed her own odd behavior, but she quashed it quickly. There could be no distractions; there was no room for error. Like she ‘knew’ Clotho was important, she also ‘knew’ that she was gifted, blessed with an ability. She wasn’t quite sure how it was supposed to work, if it would work even, but now was a hell of a good time to figure that out, wasn’t it?
Moving back to her first position in front of the pair, she spoke to the ‘woman’ at her back without turning. “If you can see a way out this, tell me,” she said firmly, her own aura now mirroring his earlier one, “because short of climbing a fire escape and praying that this thing can’t, I don’t see a way.” Nana remained tense, unsure of her opponent, and had fallen into a stance that she wasn’t aware she knew. “Why the hell didn’t I just stay for that damn check-up,” she muttered under her breath. Raising her left hand, Nana brushed the blue rune mark on her right shoulder blade with her fingertips and it pulsed in answer. If she just didn’t think about the insanity that was happening right now maybe she could push past the fact that what she was about to do defied just about everything she knew. She drew in a breath and closed her eyes for a split second, sending up a silent prayer to a god she didn’t even believe in.
Do not let me falter, do not let my heart waver. Fear will not consume me, fear will not consume me…
Truer words could not have been thought. Of course Nana did not know the depth that her simple prayer possessed, how was she to know that what she was faced was literally fear itself? Nana detached herself from the impossible situation, shoving the monstrous cloud of fear and anxiety to the depths of her mind. She would not think of it, she would not think of it… Releasing the breath, Nana drew her fingertips away from her shoulder, a trail of water arcing gracefully after them.
Though she had braced herself for it, the fact that water literally came out of her body shocked her to the core. It was enough to break her concentration. With a splash, the water darkened the pavement… What. Did anyone honestly expect her to pull water out of thin air and not be surprised? She gave a short nervous laugh. “Well, it’s a start.” It was a feeble attempt to mask her own mounting disquiet and she did briefly consider turning to run. That idea was shot down no more than a millisecond after it was thought. A warrior did not run from battle.
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