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Post by mikhail ivanov on Aug 3, 2015 6:35:00 GMT
 ALL THOSE MOMENTS will be lost in time like tears in rain A cold wind moved through shattered cell blocks and empty buildings. In the distance, a metal hinge creaked long and slow, broken by a shutter slapping against concrete. Creaaak. Bang. Creaaak. Bang, until the gust died down and the shutter was still until the next dead wind blew through. The air tasted like dust, metal, and mud. Tilting lamp-posts cast pools and halos of light. The city was a patchwork of illuminated decay: shocks of twisting green vines, streaks of sickly moss above old waterlines, cracked asphalt and bare ground against silhouettes of buildings like rotting teeth and the geometric sketches of some mad architect. Mikhail stood alone. A single figure under a lamp like a spotlight, scanning the landscape around him. He came here of his own fancy, to scout this world out. Know it better. The Labyrinth was rich with Heartless beasts and hidden chambers. It could be of use to the Mistress. Bringing this information of his own initiative would probably elevate his standing in her eyes. Shadows washed over him, moving sluggishly with the breeze. Enjoying the sensation, Mikhail stretching out with his heightened senses. All noise seemed stifled by the weight of an over-arching stillness. Still, he could hear clattering and skittering. Heartless. This, this was a new pleasure. A new feeling of power. Summoning heartless and watching them swarm to him, like smoke, like storm-waves. A wide smile spread across his face. Eyes glinting violet. He watched them come, that cold, mad smile reflected in a dim mirror opposite. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Trinity Mouser on Aug 3, 2015 23:52:20 GMT
Locked up in her rooms for days, a black hair women with absolutely no success for curing her curse or hearing news about her friends. It was frustrating, every time she asked around.. There was never any new good news, it was only recent that Emilio had vanished too. The place seemed absolutely quiet and lonely without really anyone pulling pranks, to hang out with, or just anything. She missed the simple days of hanging out in the woods, training, and just... Friendship.
Yeah, she had lara. They went out sometimes, trained many a times... But just she was worried sickly about them, it wasn't something she could really explain or understand. It was like... All those times hiding her little secret, hiding in secret and fear of being made fun of, yet deeper worst. Did she fear they too hid away from something? No, they were legendary warriors! The protectors of all worlds, in every fairy tale they were there... Talked about... Preventing evil from spreading, yes she had to stay strong put her faith into them.
She wiped away her tears looked away from the mirror to see a slight odd shaped oval beginning to grow in her own personal room. What? was this? It might be some new magic that Lara was testing out, maybe she was inviting her to talk? She got up approaching closer greatly curious.
What she saw is not something she ever expected... It was a man, slightly disfigured surrounded but dancing shadows it seemed. She didn't recognize anything about the man, but something began to pull her forward to reach out, as if he was in pain whomever he was. Right as she began to reach out the man slightly turned giving her a better look of just who he was, the shadows taking a slight break... She gave a gasp of shock, it was him...
Her immediate thoughts was that he needed help, something, she looked around for anything that could help him. She saw a flashlight on her desk, immediantly she grabbed it and turned to the oval, how did it work? Could she just touch it? She wasn't certain, she knew nothing of this spell or how it worked... She reached out sure that there was some sort of barrier that would prevent her from going through, what instead happened was her hand slipped through.
The oval it was cold like nothing she felt before, shocked and scared she pulled her hand back. Her mind flashed of all the heroes in the fairy tales, she will be the heroin... She is her own prince. Her faith and determination gathered, she will create her own fairy tale by saving her FRIEND. Taking a deep breath she allowed herself to go into the cool cold shocking oval. The sensation feeling like liquid mercury, yet more complicated than that.
Once through she stood twenty feet from the one she wanted to save, the portal still open but slightly disguised inside the maze. Right upon entry she could smell the awful dust in the cool chilling wind. She turned on the fashlight flashing it toward the one she at first believe to be her friend, the light practically useless in all the shadows around. Approaching the figure ever so closely she saw something that made her hesitate, question why she suddenly run through the portal. glinting violet eyes, a cold harsh smile; not somebody in need of rescuing.
Her insecurities instantly flared up, this was a mistake... Trick of the light.. She didn't know this person, whoever he was... was dangerous... Probably go back... home.. before.. he noticed her. Why hadn't she noticed before? He looked so similar to him... It was obvious a mistake, maybe her excitement of seeing her friend so long... made er mixmatch this man... No! No! She was a hero! She is a Regal princess with the title of ambassador, she can do this! In a whisper barely audible... she forced herself to ask "Mi-mi-mikhail?" Her whole body itched to turn around and run back to the portal, this was all a mistake.. She wasn't a hero... she can't even save herself, muchless some imaginary man....
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