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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on Dec 26, 2017 7:12:04 GMT -5
[Holy shoot you are amazing! Those are great ]
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ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Dec 26, 2017 17:13:16 GMT -5
.CASSIO . Night is when the most evil things come to life, and it is when minds are most susceptible to damage. Nightmares breed fear in the minds of the unconscious.
It felt somewhat like a mild headache. A pain at the back of his skull that was impossible to massage or touch, and it wasn’t until the deepest black of the night that he became truly aware of it. It settled in his brain like a deep fog, and each thought subsequently seemed like a distant call. They echoed and faded before he could catch them. He sat on the edge of his bed and willed the feeling to pass. Before long, his head dropped into his hands, where his thumbs would press his temples to no avail. Sweat dripped from a lock of his black hair.
A fever sent cold shivers down his bare arms. In muddled desperation to throw off this thing, he clamped his eyes shut. Instantly he was in a cold landscape. Mist tugged his clothes like the hands of ghosts. The air was wet and achingly cold. Gray stone was darkened with rain beneath his feet, but he felt no drops on his skin. His attention snapped to a shadow in the distance. Its black form, utterly still, was warped by the fog.
“Leave!” he shouted, but his voice was swallowed and drowned by the heaviness of the air. The shape remained, and a deep rage boiled up inside him. The type of rage that grips a caged animal when it realizes the door will never open. If he were awake, perhaps he would have run toward the thing. Instead he repeated the cry until his throat ached and his voice broke with strain.
Leave. Leave. Leave.
And then pain shot through his body, enough to snap his brain back into consciousness. He found himself standing in his room, blood dripping from his right hand. Amongst the dark drops of blood on the floor were the glinting specks of shattered glass. His window was broken, allowing for a spray of rain to moisten his face.
The ache in the back of his head was gone. What replaced it was a simmering anger that he failed to shake, even as a gentle knock sounded on the far door.
“Cassio? What was that sound? Are you okay?”
He removed his shirt and growled through the pain as he tore off a long strip of fabric. Using his left hand and his teeth, he constructed a rough bandage and then a tight knot. Meanwhile the knocking repeated along with a few more urgent calls. He kicked over his wastebasket and then used the Force to throw all of the shards of glass into the bin with an aggravated gesture. And then he strode toward the door.
He threw it open with unnecessary strength and shouldered past Peregrine, who was waiting in the doorway.
“Oh s*it look at your hand. Are you okay, man?”
Cassio ignored the question as he stalked down the hall. A few others had poked their heads out of their rooms. He failed to acknowledge their hushed questions. Soon he heard Peregrine’s footsteps behind him stop, and he knew the other man had given up on his interrogation.
The rage that bubbled inside of him was as nagging as the headache that had plagued him through the night. Only this time, he made no effort to escape it. Long before the others rose from their beds, he was in the training room, throwing his bloodied fists into the canvas face of a dummy..
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ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Dec 26, 2017 17:25:49 GMT -5
Here he is meeting my dog for the first time. They're besties.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 26, 2017 18:03:08 GMT -5
( <3 )
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on Dec 26, 2017 19:55:57 GMT -5
[omfg I will reply later tonight but they are both so adorbs]
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Post by 𝓑𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫 ♥ on Dec 26, 2017 22:21:56 GMT -5
[ heyyyy, i'm going to finish my character forms tonight (hopefully) and try and get a reply up tomorrow evening. I'll be busy a lot of tomorrow so it'll probably be late lol ]
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Dec 26, 2017 22:24:25 GMT -5
.o. thank y'all <3 and that is a Pure and Wholesome first meeting and I love it 'mma read the response now n maybe think of a reply... we'll see xD ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 27, 2017 1:43:02 GMT -5
.RHYSAND . It hungered.
It sought.
It pulsed with power, with energy; the swirling mass thrummed and hummed and swirled, taking shape before him. It remained amorphous, despite the fact that it was clear to him; it whispered, it tempted. It drew him in, wrapping him in the silent comfort of the black fog. The shadow engulfed him, and he found himself staring into the face of his greatest desires.
He stared into the abyss, and it stared back.
And he smiled.
Rhysand’s golden eyes cracked open at the sound of a commotion, but it wasn’t the noise that had drawn him out of his dreams. He’d felt a shift in the Force; someone had been brushed by the Shadow, and they’d been set reeling. He smiled to himself, but remained silent. As quiet as the night, Rhys rose and dressed. He opened his palm, and with the slightest exertion of his will, the pommel of his lightsaber drifted across the room to rest on his upturned hand. His fingers curled around it, and with a glance about the room he left, heading to where the Force was shaking and quivering with a sudden unbalance. The sudden shift. The upturn.
As he walked, he could feel the darkness pulse and move along with him. It thrummed, whispering to him. He uncurled the fingers of his right hand; there was a pulse within him, and he watched as lightning danced briefly across his fingertips. He stopped walking, frowning. Force lightning was a skill for the advanced, and for the most part only the users of the Dark side of the Force could wield it. Embrace me, the darkness murmured, almost taunting. Harness your power. Embrace your destiny. He closed his fist again, and kept walking. Within a few moments he’d reached the training room, and he watched Cassio unloading on the face of one of the practice dummies. He leaned against the wall, watching for a moment. The rage and fear that washed off the man was almost suffocating, but Rhys simply brushed it off. From hate, from rage, came the Darkness. The Shadow. He could see it almost clinging to Cassio’s skin, like a sickening film that was impossible to be wiped away. He’d been touched by the dark, and now his soul was stained with the temptation.
And yet… and yet Rhys could hear the soft chiming – the gentle singing, the tinkling voices, the cheerful laughter of a thousand, thousand voices. He closed his eyes, listening for a moment. The song wove about him, wordless and yet speaking in a language that Rhys instinctively understood. It sank beneath his skin, brushing against his soul with a gentle caress. The Light; it called to him, tugged him away from the numbing shadow. The tinkling voices drifted by, and then were drowned out.
“Rough night?” he chuckled, opening his eyes again. The unbalance within him was gone – for the moment. He cocked his head to the side, watching as Cassio whirled to face him. His fist curled up, reading to flex his will and utilize the Force if he needed to. There was a wild rage in Cassio’s eyes, and it was unsettling.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 27, 2017 1:45:07 GMT -5
.REIGNS . Reigns was awake in the darkest hour of the night, as she often was. It was in the depths of the night, where the world had fallen silent for all but the most nocturnal of beasts, that the darkness rose up to swallow her. Memories haunted her, trailing every thought and action. She saw his face in everywhere she looked, and it was his voice she heard, taunting her with that laugh, that damn, smug expression that shook her to the very soul. Her oceanic gaze stared out in the bleak dark that was the night, peering through the window of her room. On Millene, the night was beautiful, and yet it held a demon in its midst. She heard its whispers, as she figured all the Force-users did. It wasn’t particularly quiet, after all; it tended to invade with an intensity unmatched, reaching triple-screech levels inside of Reigns’ head. Come to me, it told her, in its silky, taunting, yet screeching voice. I will give you what your heart desires. In her mind’s eye, Reign saw him. She clenched her jaw, curling her hands into fist.
He laughed at her, a taunting look in his eyes. With a wordless cry, Reigns swung her hand, opened her palm, and sent the contents of the bookshelf in front of her flying in all directions. The image of him drifted away like mist. She bared her teeth, and told it to go away in a very un-lady-like manner, before she pulled her knees to her chest, buried her face in her arms, and fell silent. She tried to meditate, the find the inner peace that the Masters had spoken off, but it was difficult. So many roadblocks to the path to peace; it was uneven, stones broken, trees felled. A difficult, dangerous path that – if she were being honest with herself – she was afraid of.
It was there, in the quiet desolation, that she heard it. The soft tinkling voices, the gentle song that touched her very soul. Tears welled in her eyes, but she remained silent, reaching out to the gentle song. The light wrapped her in its embrace, pulling her into a gentle peace that nearly made her burst into tears. It was a balm to her soul, one that chased away the painful memories, and burned away the lingering shadows. The voices sang and hummed and laughed, sharing their joy and love and exuberance with Reigns. It was warm and bright and gentle, enfolding Reigns in a shower of peace and love.
Finally. The shadows of the night drifted away, burned to ash by the Light’s brilliance.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 27, 2017 1:45:19 GMT -5
[ meh. Reigns' is short but oh well ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 27, 2017 3:40:15 GMT -5
( c: sounds good )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 27, 2017 15:04:32 GMT -5
( afternoon )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Dec 28, 2017 18:00:58 GMT -5
( hey )
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