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Jul 8, 2010 2:14:14 GMT -5
Post by Marshall on Jul 8, 2010 2:14:14 GMT -5
The plume of angry red had died away, but dark smoke still blotted out the night sky. He'd been drawn straight to the besieged mansion as soon as he'd seen the fire flare up. He nearly couldn't believe that such a catastophe could occur if he was not directly responsible for it. Ryland's dull blue eyes were temporarily alight with reflections from the smoldering, glowing embers of the destroyed building as he hoisted himself up to a higher branch, staring transfixed down over the front wall. He'd sworn he'd seen a man manipulate that fire with nothing but his bare hands. Could such a thing really be true? He'd never thought himself unique- that is to say, he'd always known there were others. They were called heirs, for whatever reason. But he'd never expected to find them. In fact, he'd been so sure that when he'd left he was doomed to wander through life in a self-imposed exile, unable to get close to any normal people for fear of what he was, fear of what he could do. The boy didn't get much more time to ponder the matter as his shoe slipped against the damp bark, leaving him dangling on one of the branches, scrambling for a foothold. Served him right for climbing trees. He wasn't one for stealth, as much as he tried, and was causing quite a ruckus. He did not, however, make enough noise to not notice the sound of footsteps approaching. The redhead's strength failed and he dropped to the ground hard, flattened like a frightened rodent. He found himself staring, wide-eyed, at a boy who looked much younger than him. He didn't move, as if there was some chance of him melting right into the ground and disappearing. Maybe he could just wish this boy away or something. He had no idea what to do; he was stunned and dumbstruck.
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Jul 8, 2010 17:56:59 GMT -5
Post by Gi on Jul 8, 2010 17:56:59 GMT -5
Brookie stood amidst a sphere of illumination, a light that shone black, and seemed to burn like a fire from hell. Down the hallway she walked, casting shadows of light, flipping the world. Colors turned into shades of gray, and grays turned into colors.
"You should fear the light," brookie said, her voice happy, "because the light will always find you."
Inside her sphere of dark light, she began to shift forms, growing taller, darker, demonic, an angel of destruction stood before the man, pressed into the wall, pale with fear.
"Boo!" she whispered, in a voice like gravel, and the man passed out.
With a snap of the demon's fingers, the light went out, and when it came back, brookie stood there, once more herself, laughing, a sound like bells.
"I had best go find some of the other people here," she murmured to herself, and wandered off to where smoke was rising from.
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Jul 9, 2010 20:52:10 GMT -5
Post by Pockythief on Jul 9, 2010 20:52:10 GMT -5
ooc// I should jump in berfore it;s too late, tell me if I need to fix my post
Sterling Stood watching the thick black smoke curl up over the horizon, what the hell could have caused such a fire? she watched it for a while, unsure if she should satisfy her curiosity of if that would be a bad idea. Sterling rolled her tongue in her mouth, her mark was convienientally located on her tongue.So long aas she didn't talk, no one knew about her gift. Sterling couldn't remove her eyes from the smoke rising and the small flicker of flames, she stood up, a small peek could't hurt right?
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Jul 9, 2010 23:27:49 GMT -5
Post by Calyx on Jul 9, 2010 23:27:49 GMT -5
Skailer smiled happily at the blaze, and the corpses littering the ground. A job well done, he praised himself, and stuffed his hands into his pockets, with Aspen clinging to his elbow. "Well?" he said expectantly just as he saw another figure through the smoke. It was a girl- not a guard. And it didn't look like she was in cahoots with the owner of the mansion.
But he couldn't let his guard down. He drew his hands ever so slightly out of his pockets as he watched her approach. She was glowing, almost. It was fascinating.
Aspen started as she saw the girl, her eyes widening. This girl was beautiful, strong and poised. A flash of jealously panged through her, and she opened her fans, discreetly cooling herself from the intense blaze. Her hair whipped around her shoulders and a small smirk touched her lips.
Skailer scoffed. "You're pathetic, you know that?"
"Shut UP Sparky."
Skailer opened his mouth to spit out a sharp retort.
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Jul 10, 2010 15:04:37 GMT -5
Post by Pockythief on Jul 10, 2010 15:04:37 GMT -5
ooc// is that s girl described in your Post supposed be me Calyx? o_0
Sterlyng gripped her staff tightly in her hands, the stench of burning corpses singed the throat making her feel slightly queasy. Suddenly Sterlyng wondered if coming here was a bad idea, what ever or who ever had killed all these people was probably still here. Looking up from the littered bodies Sterlyng could see two people, a boy with fiery red hair and an angry scowl on his face. Next to him a girl who was fanning herself calmly,and Sterlyng was almost positive she could hear the soft murmur of other voices and footsteps echoing off the emptiness that stood where a mansion once did. A jolt of fear flashed through Sterlyng, she was almost certain both people were looking at her. Sterlyng instantly backed away back into the haze of the smoke,it was time to leave she decided, turning on her heel she began speed walking away. Too much smoke, Sterlyng told herself.
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Jul 10, 2010 17:13:25 GMT -5
Post by Gi on Jul 10, 2010 17:13:25 GMT -5
Smoke rose from the center of the mansion, and the sudden lack of activity made the few souls still around stand out, there were a lot of people here.
In his arms, the still knocked out girl lay slumped, and though he had intended to take her out of here, he figured it would be good to go to where everyone was.
Raven turned on his heal, wandering towards the smoke. A fancy struck him, in a place where so many had died, he should sing a song. The song "footprints of the ghost" by Kim Harrison came to his mind.
He opened his lips, took a breath, and began to sing, an eerie pitch, echoing around him, as he strolled slowly towards the destruction.
"The ghost is leaving footprints In the sunshine Past the gate Choices made in ignorance Lead to aberrant Twists of fate Pain looks for a vessel Tracking footprints for a mate And she goes . . . Dancing. . . . Barometer is falling (Rain in the desert) Sun rises red (Out of time, out of place) Trouble is coming (Look at her go) Dancing to dangerous music (The footprints of a ghost) Rain is falling (Rain in the desert) Sun rises red Pain looks for a vessel (He will take you if he can) Don't look forward (Don't stop dancing) Don't look back (Or the worlds are damned) Didn't know the burden Didn't mean To give you wings Faultless soul will damn the world morally wrong Might not be sin Barometer is falling (Rain in the desert) Sun rises red (Out of time, out of place) Pain's become your savoir (Don't stop dancing) Refuse to follow where you're led (Dancing) The line begins to blur When you look Too far ahead When you're the footprints of a ghost (No one told me)"
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Jul 11, 2010 19:57:36 GMT -5
Post by Juniper on Jul 11, 2010 19:57:36 GMT -5
ooc// Oh my god, I am so sorry I haven't posted, I forgot the website name!!! I'm on a different computer, so...
boc//
It was a strange thing, being in a man's arms while he sung to you. Of course, Zell wasn't sure what he said, just the fact that there were vibrations echoing from him and around them. With a jolt, just as he stopped singing, Zell decided it would be nice to try to get out of his arms, but first she wanted to move at least. So she did, with a slight pain, she arched her back, and actually moved, then she slipped her foot, and it moved, too. Of course, she was too numb to do anything, but she was too stubborn. She pushed herself, quickly, and stumbled to the floor. "Damn it!" Zell shouted, trying to rub her head wit numb arms.
ooc//sorry about the crappiness!
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Jul 11, 2010 20:06:05 GMT -5
Post by Juniper on Jul 11, 2010 20:06:05 GMT -5
"Ugh!" North gasped, shying away. "Wha'? Who are you? Oh, nevermind that, come with me, though? Please? You don't even know how boring it gets at the mansion. Come on, get up!" He extended his arm to the teen, a lopsided grin playing one his face. "Whatcha doin' here anyways?" He shook the hand. "C'mon take it!"
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Jul 12, 2010 0:48:23 GMT -5
Post by Marshall on Jul 12, 2010 0:48:23 GMT -5
"B-boring?" Ryland managed to choke, stealing a wide-eyed glance back at the smoldering ruins that cast a red glow onto the mansion's imposing facade. He didn't see how something that destroyed could possibly pass as boring. He also didn't see why this boy was inviting him along. However, he had to jump on these sorts of opportunities. Even if this seemed like an incredibly, incredibly bad idea, he might be able to get a meal and a place to stay for the night out of it. That was, provided he didn't end up killed. "I- um- I'm Ryland. Nice to meet you..?" The ginger (lawl) replied, reaching up, quite unsure of himself, to take North's hand.
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Jul 12, 2010 11:18:43 GMT -5
Post by Juniper on Jul 12, 2010 11:18:43 GMT -5
North smiled, deeper this time, and puller Ryland up. "C'mon, maybe if we're lucky we can--" he paused, breaking off with a sharp intake of breath. "What the?" He turned around, facing the crackling fires that were about a mile or less away. "What happened!" And he broke off into a run, leaving the other boy behind him. He didn't know how fast he was running, but he got to the mansion in what seemed to be a minute or so. He reached the house and pulled on the front door, it fell off in a charred heap. "Grandfather!" He called, looking into a corner of the house, where his grandpa was. He was curled into a broken heap, even more charred than the door. Covered in burns, he was, North fell into his knees and crawled away from the door, pulling his pack along with him.
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Jul 13, 2010 1:50:15 GMT -5
Post by Marshall on Jul 13, 2010 1:50:15 GMT -5
Ryland let North help him up to his feet, brushing the dirt off of himself as the younger boy spoke. By the time he'd looked back at him, North had taken off towards the mansion. Had he only just noticed those? "H-hey, wait! Don't go there!" The redhead called, sprinting after him. He was unable to catch up until North had already made it inside of the house. He followed him without a moment's hesitation, immediately blinded by thick smoke. "What do you think you're doing!?" He choked, catching a glimpse of the boy disappearing into the mansion through his stinging, clouded eyes. He couldn't let him go in alone like that! Ryland panicked, following behind, still trying to catch up with him and get him to turn back. There was no way anyone in their right mind would want a kid to run into a ruined mansion, much less one that'd been burnt.
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Jul 13, 2010 20:17:43 GMT -5
Post by Juniper on Jul 13, 2010 20:17:43 GMT -5
Oh no, North gasped, pulling his backpack tighter to his chest. He was propped up against a tree, gasping for breath. Ryland had ran in after him, and now he was out, and the burning was worse! He must be stuck, for North had been out for many minutes, and Ryland was still in there. Would he have to go in and get him? He groaned, hoping the fire would be out soon. And then, the fire stopped, no, it didn't go away, it just paused, as if you were pausing the tv. He got up, shocked, really, and touched the fire. It was an extremely stupid idea, but when he did it was as cold and hard as ice. It disgusted him, time shouldn't be toyed with, but he forgot about it, wanting to save his new friend. So, he ran in, running his had across the melting fire. Yes, it was actually melting . The fire dripped like water and deep red food color, frozen. He squinted his eyes, its wasn't right, it was too quiet. In the city, he was used to loud noises: cars honking, people yelling, and sirens. Even at his grandfather's mansion there were quacking and there were crickets, and in a deep meadow there were at least wind whistling through trees and grass, and birds! Right when he was getting close to distraught, he saw the teen, frozen in an awkward pose. Then, the fire was gone, melted into an ugly puddle. The house was falling apart, broken beyond despair, and time came back. The only problem, was that everything unfroze somewhat melted, the wood on the cupboards, almost every metal object, even his whole upper-body had begun softening far to much that he would like it to be. Luckily, once time started again, his body had begun hardening to its normal state. Well, besides that, the fire was gone, and he was looking at Ryland with wide eyes.
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Jul 14, 2010 21:19:44 GMT -5
Post by Marshall on Jul 14, 2010 21:19:44 GMT -5
(( o3o Just wanted to wait for some others to get a chance to post before I reply again, so we don't get ahead of them or anything. ))
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Jul 15, 2010 0:26:05 GMT -5
Post by Juniper on Jul 15, 2010 0:26:05 GMT -5
ooc//
Yeah, that is probably a good idea. Anyway, while we're waiting for that, I started a new post in "General Fantasy". Just a suggestion.
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Jul 17, 2010 21:20:28 GMT -5
Post by Gi on Jul 17, 2010 21:20:28 GMT -5
OOC// I'm waiting for someone to take this in a diff direction, i mean, i could do that, but i figure it would be more fun if someone else did.
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