Page 52 of 52 FirstFirst ... 2424849505152
Results 766 to 773 of 773
  1. #766
    Archmanifestation of YOLO Noldere's Avatar
    Join Date
    Apr 2014
    Posts
    859

    Default

    Night Branch

    Quote Originally Posted by bruceleegreyhulk View Post
    OOC: Rhea is still around.

    Jacob drinks the milk. "No, that nightmare I had was an event that happen in my past. My wife is dead and, my children were taken from me by someone I don't know. My wife trying to tell me when she was dying in my arms but couldn't get the words to tell me out properly,"

    " My daughters are probably dead." That nightmare is a reminder of how I failed to protect my wife and kids," Jacob said.

    Rhea walks into the kitchen and stands near Jacob. Jacob, you had that nightmare again. You know that was nothing you could have done back then," Rhea said.
    "Have there been any leads?" Lucifer asked as the feeling he felt not too long ago suddenly returned. "On finding either your children or the man who killed your wife, that is? Considering the circumstances under which we've met, I can't imagine going to the police would be wise, but have you had anyone help you look into the matter? I can't-"

    Quote Originally Posted by bruceleegreyhulk View Post
    Rhea gets the idea of using leftovers to make a message to communicate to Lucifer. The message reads. Hello, my name is Rhea. I'm this beastman's spirit animal.
    "-wait..."

    What Lucifer was going to say next was interrupted as the leftovers began to move seemingly of their own volition, slowly forming a message.

    "... do you see the message on the food over there?" he asked after a couple of moments, unsure he wasn't still simply seeing things despite the evidence to the contrary. "Does that name mean anything to you?"
    For all your LuxWeave needs, just contact Lucifer Radiare

  2. #767
    i blow u kis Yun Lao's Avatar
    Join Date
    Apr 2014
    Posts
    2,398

    Default

    Quote Originally Posted by The Dog View Post
    "Don't worry, Leviathan can't leave the Realm of Shadows... I think. Otherwise it'd have come to me instead of me having to go to it. And it wouldn't have bothered with our 'deal' if it could come and go as it pleases. So I'm reasonably sure everyone but me is safe from it." Selma explained.

    "Unless, of course, everything it said was a lie and it was just fucking with me, but I'm almost certain that it wasn't."
    Quote Originally Posted by Noldere View Post
    "If this... Leviathan doesn't want to become wall art, it'll behave," Lucifer said, unsure of what exactly it was he was even threatening but confident that large enough quantities of directed energy would be sufficient to deal with it - or anything else. "But let's hope that that's something that becomes necessary never, shall we? Anyway, I don't mind taking a closer look at the thing on your back for you. I mean, as far as I can tell from here, it looks like a rather extensive and intricate pattern with a single eye at its center but nothing that appears to be pulsating, but a more direct view may reveal something that can't be seen otherwise. Are we doing it here, or do you have somewhere else in mind?"
    "Nope!"

    It was surprising how well the girl hid, as she was completely missing visually with only the occasional shouts of "No" variants as the others spoke of things that they really shouldn't have been messing with. As for her? Well, Tekeli-li was special, it was always there.

    ...

    Realizing how odd the thought was, her mind backtracked over the reason why she would even consider this. It wasn't a hunch or just a feeling, it was almost like one had forgotten that their left arm still existed.

    But why?

    Contemplating to herself with a mouth full of chocolate, the girl twirled her pen between her fingers only to eventually begin to write. She had a lot of catching up to do.

  3. #768
    The Tentacle God Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh's Avatar
    Join Date
    Apr 2014
    Location
    Dead City of R'lyeh
    Posts
    19,248

    Default A Moonlit Reverie

    Quote Originally Posted by ???
    A bloated corpse is washed ashore by the blood-tide.

    Almost immediately, a creature skitters from its hiding place beneath a jutting outcrop of stone toward it. A slender, furtive thing, it stopped every few dozen steps, waiting. Listening. Ensuring it remained hidden even now, so close to its quarry; its hunger only just beating out its fear. It had been nearly a week since its last, it couldn't survive another day without. And the fetid feast that had only just washed ashore would feet it for several days...

    Unfortunately, it's not the only one with the same idea.
    ---



    Left to her own devices, Arx simply... went for a walk.

    Under the moonlight, there was no reason not to. Especially in the Slums.

    Nobody cared much what she was, who she was. Destitute and hungry, the denizens of the Slums of A-11 were far too concerned with their own well-being- and their next meal- to care who or what it was that brushed passed them in the squalor and rot. Not that their acknowledgement mattered. Had she been in the more affluent sectors, she'd have walked all the same. The difference here was that, even separated as they were by life experience and species, Arx could sympathize with the Slum-livers... in her own twisted way. Half-starved and desperate; doing what they could to scrape by any way they could. Most having no idea when their next meal might be their last.

    Quote Originally Posted by ???
    ... in the end, it wasn't the first to reach the bloated corpse.

    Another dreg had skittered across the bone-sand, just as desperate... hungry; and was already in the process of wrestling the fetid flesh and waterlogged bone from the blood-tide to drag it back to its own haunt. The one who'd come so furtively to claim it knew it stood no chance. To renege was its only option. Retreat.

    To flee now?

    Its death- a guarantee at this point either way. Desperation and hunger did well to strip away fear; and whatever doubt of success lingered. So instead of skittering back the way it had come, the Furtive Dreg hunched low and skittered toward the Wiry Dreg. Using the sound of the blood-tide's lapping against the bone-sand to approach without immediate detection under the moonlight...
    To be born into such a life...

    Lost in thought, Arx had no time to react as something hurtled toward her face.

    CRA-ACK!

    "...!"

    The blow, a surprise, stopped the Dragon dead in her tracks.

    Blinking back stars, the Dragon reached up to touch her face, only for the follow up swing to catch it- and the other side of her face- hard enough to shatter the 2x4 that had been turned into a bludgeon. Immediately, a dull throb washed over her; and pulling her hand away she saw that for the first time in a great while she had a bloody nose.

    "... huh."

    Looking up, she had just enough time to register the fist before it caught her square in her now sore chin. Though far less firm than the 2x4, its effect did more to annoy her than harm her. "Rrrr..." Perhaps her sympathy had been misplaced. Craning her neck, she saw that several humans had gathered around her while she was focused on the assailant in front of her. Of course, they knew as well as she that numbers were their only chance.

    Low as that chance was of success.

    Deciding now was as good a time as any to bother responding, Arx looked up... and actually had to look up. Her assailant, a relative slab of muscle and lacking in the neck department due to sheer muscle; was easily a foot or more taller than her. Huh... you don't see that every d-

    "H-hey Mick..." A voice at her back drew focus momentarily. "She's got Administratum-issue g-"

    "Shaddup!" This 'Mick' cut back immediately as he clenched and swung at her again. "Just make with th-"

    Under the moonlight, the Dragon's claws glinted menacingly; and before this 'Mick' had even finished his sentence she'd closed the gap between them and lashed out.

    "HRK..."

    In the end, the muscles may have prevented him from turning his head, but they'd done little to protect him from Arx. Lifeblood spilled down the man's front, his head tilting back at an unnatural angle before 'Mick collapsed in a heap. To his credit at least, he'd successfully given the Dragon a headache.

    Which left only...

    Turning, Arx found the assailants at her back to the be the polar opposite of Mick.

    Scrawny, holding a variety of makeshift weapons- broken bottles, jagged stones, and more of those pesky 2x4's- the half-circle of potential assailants were wiry at best; and she understood almost immediately that Mick was the best they'd had. Which of all things, hit her harder than the 2x4 that had been broken across her face.

    Quote Originally Posted by ???
    The Furtive Dreg was close.

    Could hear its better chomping greedily at the bloated flesh it had sought so desperately... and its desperation and hunger was added to by something new to it entirely: anger. How dare this other. How dare this other; and for the first time since its hatching the fear that had inundated the Furtive Dreg's every waking moment was superseded.

    ... and in that moment it lashed out.

    Claws glinting under the moonlight, it struck first; and the Wiry Dreg never stood a chance.
    Something swelled in her chest, staring at them, but it wasn't pain. So 'new' was this feeling, that for a moment the Dragon wondered if her last meal had made her sick; but the longer she stared the more she realized what it was: pity. All they'd done, is what she would've in their shoes. Everything they could to secure one more day. So eyes wide, and the blood of their 'leader' still fresh on her claws... Arx pointed behind them.

    "Take what you need from him, and leave." They didn't move. So she urged them to. "Now." Those that didn't flee after she barked, took her up on the offered salvage. The starveling humans quickly looting the corpse- and carving away the parts of him that would make the most in the Slum's Black Market- before disappearing back the way they came.

    She watched them leave with passing interest.

    Pity. Disgusting.

    After a moment, she turned and continued on her way. the train of thought she'd started before the desperate ambush resuming without a dropped beat, but now she had something more to consider...

    Quote Originally Posted by ???
    It struck first, and didn't stop until the Wiry Dreg was a shredded corpse.

    And after the adrenaline had faded, all the Furtive Dreg was left with was hunger; and the realization that it now had a fresh meal. Its fear of death no longer an issue- having come to terms in the moments before now with its own mortality- it didn't bother dragging either corpse.

    Leaning down, the remaining Dreg began to fill its maw; as the blood-tide lapped idly at the bone-shore.

    After she was fed, she'd drag what was left back to her hovel.
    ---

    Arx would return to the Resistance Camp some hours yet, before dawn; humming to herself softly.
    Yeah, but if you... man, we're getting into weird analogy territory, like if you disintegrated Superman's arms he wouldn't be able to go "fool! Little did you know that my arms and I are one and can be remade from me!" and will his arms back into being from pure nothingness. - Pendaran

    Arxiros "Arx" Inosaan | Inanna

  4. #769

    Default

    Once more, Morgen took in a deep breath. She did as she was instructed, but...

    Putting the chain of events together in her head, it was way too suspicious. First, she called Ange and told her the administratum was closing in on their exact location. Now, she was going to show up and suddenly say that it was a false alarm?
    Not even she would buy that entirely.

    "Say..." she began, eyeing Alice. "I might need you to help me spin a story... one where I barely escaped from a witch." Morgen swallowed nervously. Ange knew the administratum had a lead -- what reason would they have to abruptly change course? Perhaps if it was implied to be a trap set up for their forces, and she was 'caught' red-handed, and needed to 'escape' after being found out.

    "I might need you to hurt me."

  5. #770
    Archmanifestation of YOLO Noldere's Avatar
    Join Date
    Apr 2014
    Posts
    859

    Default

    Morning Branch

    Quote Originally Posted by The Dog View Post
    Selma raised an eyebrow at his boast in regards to a thing that may be as old as the Ruin, if not even older. She seriously doubted he could do so, but if it made him feel better to believe he could defeat something like that, then she'd let him continue doing so.

    Shaking her head, Selma turned herself so her back was facing him and pulled the back of her shirt up enough to reveal her back to him. She gave a weary sigh as she said "Let's do this as quickly as possible so I can lay down and see if it'll make my head and back stop hurting. Let me tell you, I am beyond done with today."

    OT: It looks like this with an eye in the center
    "Yeah," Lucifer remarked as he took a moment to look at the now unobstructed pattern. "I can definitely understand that feeling. Both today and yesterday would get put back where they were found if I had a say in the matter."

    ~And then the one who found them would have been fired, then blacklisted~

    "Anyway, aside from the eye at the center, I don't really see anything to be concerned about. No pulsating darkness or anything unnerving like that- just what to an admitted non-expert simply looks like a magic circle, probably a mark to prove you've actually made the deal you did or something. Go ahead and get what rest you can. I'll have a copy or two of it waiting for you to look at it when you're ready for them."

    ...

    A few minutes later, having settled down near where he'd made his sleeping bag several hours ago, he began to weave once more- this time to make good on his promise.

    "Let's see... I'll do one with black lines on a white background, another that's inverted, and two or three exactly as I saw it..." Lucifer muttered to himself as he gathered the light he would need to weave the pattern now firmly stuck in his memory into something tangible.
    Last edited by Noldere; Yesterday at 08:49 PM.
    For all your LuxWeave needs, just contact Lucifer Radiare

  6. #771
    Lin Kuei Grandmaster Sub-Zero MKA's Avatar
    Join Date
    Apr 2014
    Location
    Earthrealm
    Posts
    14,162

    Default Guardian of The Streets, Part III

    Xia crawled out from under a house, completely covered in filth and grime. The last task she had signed up for was by far the worst. Plumbing was at the bottom of her list of enjoyable pastimes, but this old woman had a badly backed up toilet and no one else gave enough of a shit to bother helping her. And it turned out Xia strolled through at the right time - or wrong time, depending on who was telling the story.

    "Thank you so much, deary," the woman crowed happily. "Please hurry and take a shower. I'll take care of those clothes and have clean ones ready for you."

    She was hesitant about the clothes. She had a very specific look she was going for and didn't want it ruined by whatever hand-me-down clothes this lady kept from when her granddaughter still stayed with her before heading to some higher learning academy or whatever. Xia stopped listening once a poop log slapped her in the face. "Thanks," she said hesitantly.

    The shower was surprisingly powerful and the water was refreshingly hot. She was content to sit under the stream for hours, letting it take the stench away. She undid her braid out to let her fall to her shoulders. The stink was everywhere.

    She had become known as a guardian, someone who cared when the Big Bosses refused to do more than what was required. She hoped that, eventually, someone would learn from her example and take it upon themselves to take her place when she moved on to another Center to start the process all over again. It was tiresome and sometimes frustrating, but in the end, seeing their smiling and grateful faces made it all worth it.

    She stepped out of the shower, refreshed and clean. The clothes the old lady left were not what she thought they'd be: a pair of black jeans, combat boots, and a black shirt with some band name on it. There was a t-shirt under the shirt, which let her ignore the shirt completely. Thankfully, she left her jacket back at the compound. I should probably head back. It's time to move on, probably. Staying in one place while wanted wasn't smart. They needed to keep moving if they were going to stay under the radar.

    She dressed quickly and several minutes re-braiding her ponytail.

    "Don't you look precious," the lady said before pinching Xia's cheeks. "My granddaughter left all these nice clothes behind before leaving for that dreadful Witch academy thing." She shook her head and sighed. "Well, at least her stuff is finding a good use. Will you be back tomorrow?"

    "I don't know. I'm just drifting through." She lifted her bag over her shoulder. "I'll see you around, lady." She was gone, vanishing within the throng of passing people. Prolonged goodbyes would prompt her to stay a little while longer. She couldn't afford to, even if she wanted to. And she did; the simple people who lived in the slums were often better company that the stuck-up assholes who lived in the big houses with big yards and big fences.

    She could have traveled across the rooftops, but that would have drawn unnecessary attention. Long way it is.




    She entered the hidden base as quietly and inconspicuously as she left. Tired and aching from all the work she did in those few hours, she flung her bag somewhere out of the way and wandered into the kitchen to find something to eat. For Red's sake, she better have gotten more eggs.

  7. #772
    Give me your SOUL! The Dog's Avatar
    Join Date
    Apr 2014
    Location
    Darkest recesses of my mind
    Posts
    3,027

    Default

    Quote Originally Posted by Noldere View Post
    Morning Branch



    "Yeah," Lucifer remarked as he took a moment to look at the now unobstructed pattern. "I can definitely understand that feeling. Both today and yesterday would get put back where they were found if I had a say in the matter."

    ~And then the one who found them would have been fired, then blacklisted~

    "Anyway, aside from the eye at the center, I don't really see anything to be concerned about. No pulsating darkness or anything unnerving like that- just what to an admitted non-expert simply looks like a magic circle, probably a mark to prove you've actually made the deal you did or something. Go ahead and get what rest you can. I'll have a copy or two of it waiting for you to look at it when you're ready for them."

    ...

    A few minutes later, having settled down near where he'd made his sleeping bag several hours ago, he began to weave once more- this time to make good on his promise.

    "Let's see... I'll do one with black lines on a white background, another that's inverted, and two or three exactly as I saw it..." Lucifer muttered to himself as he gathered the light he would need to weave the pattern now firmly stuck in his memory into something tangible.
    "Good to know, thanks a lot." Selma muttered to him with a smile, wandering off toward the sleeping area. As she did so, she could have sworn she heard the sound of Leviathan's laughter in her head, quieter than when they talked, but there all the same.

    "Hello? Leviathan, are you there?" Selma asked softly, not wanting anyone to hear it and begin asking questions of if she was working with the thing to do anything to somehow make everything worse. Particularly that one girl, since she already believed something terrible was happening with Leviathan. A not unfair worry, even if Selma wasn't working with it on anything more than watching the world because it was bored.

    After several moments without response, Selma shook her head and continued walking.

    'I'm going insane. It was going to happen, eventually, especially after the last couple of days.' Selma thought as she reached the sleeping area. Walking over to one of them, she all but collapsed onto it, laying on her stomach as she closed her eyes, and began trying to get to sleep, or at least stop her headache and the throbbing pain in her back.
    Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence.
    - C.S. Lewis

  8. #773
    i blow u kis Yun Lao's Avatar
    Join Date
    Apr 2014
    Posts
    2,398

    Default

    My name is Sigourney Estelle. I am 18 years old and will turn 19 in just about a month.

    This is my new diary. I must have lost the old one in the chaos... things just haven't been the same since the Ruin came to A-9. I'm currently residing in A-11. I was saved and brought here by the Administratum, although I don't know why. All I do know is that it wasn't out of the kindness of their hearts. The only possible explanation for sparing me must have been my connection to Tekeli-li, since I haven't told anyone about the dreams; I don't think I can trust anyone here to tell them. This so-called Rebel group strikes me as the opposite side of the coin from the Administratum in that they both just want the power of Tekeli-li, but as of the moment, the Rebels haven't scooped out my brains or whatever morbidity I could subjected to. Speaking of the dreams, they have been growing extreme. They come to me now as visions with the last one being a waking nightmare that I've never witnessed previously.

    I don't know how long I will be able to hide from the others, from the Administratum, and whatever else seeking me out. For now, I can only rely on Tekeli-li and myself.
    Closing the leather-bound diary, Sigourney gave a small, content sigh as a tiny bit of normality had returned to her.

Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts
  •