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| Angels and Ministers of Grace, Defend Us!; Be thy intents wicked or charitable.. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 30 2006, 12:17 PM (743 Views) | |
| Deleted User | May 4 2006, 03:51 PM Post #16 |
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The marble dust fell into a light layer on her already bleached hair, making it seem a ghastly white. Her skin became chalky and colorless as porcelin. She looked, quite literally, like a china doll. With guns and a TR uniform. There was no need to run silent or act on occasion anymore, so Grace allowed herself to turn away for a moment and sneeze. Too much marble up one's nostril wasn't a very pleasant experience. But when she turned back 'round to face her pale-as-dea.th father, there was a small trail of wetness that cut through the smothering dust like a knife. "And I shot at you. Albiet, I missed, but still.." Grace fell silent for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. When she spoke again, her voice ed rigidly and her tongue seemed to be heavy and making things much harder to say. "I.. I think I like my story better. I like the lie. You must understand, this is the way I was raised. It's been thirty years, and though you assumed me gone, I was brought up idolizing TR and everything it represents." Her hands started moving and making gestures to try and help her faltering speech. She felt frail and small, and Grace decided she didn't like such a feeling. "It's.. it's hard for me to accept that you're a.. a traitor.." |
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| Deleted User | May 4 2006, 07:02 PM Post #17 |
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“You could’ve hit me you know that,” He nodded, putting his palms upward, spreading them out in front of him, “You had a shot, after I moved that first time, why didn’t take it?” He kept forward, his armor clicking against his boots as h came within a foot of her, looking down at her. His white face contorting to look at his brood, his uncovered hand slowly began to move, bending at the elbow. “I’m not as sharp as I used to be, crutches, better weapons, I’m getting too used to combat, and I’m getting sloppy…” He shook his head, “You never wanted to kill anyone, I remember now…” She could have been different, her born attributes didn’t determine her lifestyle, her life did that. His hand found his way to the side of her face, his palm resting on her cheek as he wiped her tear away with her thumb. “For now, we will lie,” He spoke quietly, their proximity forcing the tone, “I have a daughter, it is my dream to make her happy, and that is what I will do…” Thoughts, they crept in the back of his mind, under the excitement that had nested in it, doubt and anger, hatred didn’t let go of the past as easily as he had just now. |
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| Deleted User | May 4 2006, 08:08 PM Post #18 |
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Graces's own hand came up to cradle her father's, to feel its pale roughness. She wanted to know every little inch in it, every little scar and callus that marred it. She leaned her cheek into his hand, allowing it to caress her hand. Tears had begun to flow freely from her eyes, dripping onto Mers hand and collecting at the crevice where her lips met. She had been told that misery looked beautiful on her, and, as unfortunate a statement it was, it was true. The way her eyes closed and swam with memories, the way her long eyelashes caught baubles of salty tears.. Grace spoke, the wetness of her lips personified in her voice. It did not waver, but there was a subtle touch of sadness and regret, and maybe even a little joy nestled into it. "I don't want to kill anybody.. I just want to live. I want to be needed." Her grip on his hand grew a little tighter, but just a little. "I missed you.. Daddy." She whispered. |
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| Deleted User | May 5 2006, 09:16 AM Post #19 |
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The poor cry of his daughter was enough to get him, his full attention upon the young Grace before him, she was the same girl he had raised, only now she could shoot guns. The dust was gone now, the bits of it had remained upon his eyes and her form, the two white figures reunited among the ruins of a dead culture. The seeds of doubt where wrenched from his mind, like a farmer purifying his field before the rains of spring. "Living gets harder everyday Grace, not just with the people, but with yourself..." He nodded, scooping his hand across her cheek and breaking the line of tears and dust, streaming his hand across her nose and getting most of it off, flicking his hand to the side and throwing it off, breaking from the embrace and taking a few steps backward, signaling for her to follow. "This is quite cathartic, and I don't mean to look or sound preemptive but I think we should be going, these ruins aren't the best place for a runion..." He nodded, turning and starting towards the entrance. |
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| Deleted User | May 6 2006, 11:50 AM Post #20 |
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Grace hastily wiped the last tears from her eyes and nodded. Her boots crunched against the grass that sprung up from the in the ancient stone. The ring around her pinky finger seemed rather tight and she fiddled with it unconciously. She followed her father dutifully and seemed to have something to say, far in the back of her throat. She couldn't quite voice it, and the way her fiddling grew rather aggressive showed her distate at herself. "Urm." Grace ran a few steps to catch up with Mers and to fall instep beside him. "This place is Syumo? Is.. Is it anything like home?" She already knew the answer, but it was the best she could do until she remembered the question that nagged the back of her mind. |
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| Deleted User | May 6 2006, 07:33 PM Post #21 |
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“No…” He muttered, “The people are friendly and there are attractive men and women everywhere…” He finished, sarcasm pounded into his words, “Speaking of which, you haven’t done anything stupid with another humanoid have you?” It was a blunt question, but hey, he WAS her dad, and he was an ass, he could ask these things. Turning around the edge of one of the ruins he came to a small vehicle, it had a handle and a covered frame, no wheels. It smelled of exhaust, meaning it had been used recently and there was a torn section of pant leg on one of the foot holds, a dark fluid was smeared across the seat, the black chair hiding its true color. “I um, found this little speeder a little while ago,” He lied, “Its rather fast and will take us to a city nearby, Shenji I believe…” He shrugged his plate armor shifting. Taking a few steps forward he slung his body onto it, taking the drivers seat. He put his hands onto the handle bars, twisting one and turning it on, the machine jumping to life and hovering just off the ground. “Hop on kiddo,” He smiled, tapping the small part of the seat behind him, calling her. |
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| Deleted User | May 6 2006, 07:46 PM Post #22 |
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Grace couldn't hide her grin at what her father asked of her. It was so normal for a Dad to ask that. She loved the feeling of having one, of being able to hear such a normal question. She shook her head with a knowing smile pasted on her lips. "Nah. I had a boyfriend or two, but they were arses." She hastened her step, the combat boots hitting ground with large thunks. She slipped a leg over one part of the seat, sliding onto it and wrapping her arms around Mers's chest and clutching him a little more tightly than she needed to. She nuzzled her head into his back, grinning from ear to ear. She had a father, and absolutely no one was taking him away from her. |
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| Deleted User | May 6 2006, 10:46 PM Post #23 |
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“Ah, boys, ey?” He looked over his shoulder, “Don’t let them near you unless they know their stuff, alright? No daughter of mine is going to be left unfulfilled…” Mers grinned slightly, hoping she got the message. He felt out of character, he felt different, but he felt warm, it was almost nauseating. He kicked the accelerator, the ‘bike’ revering and then bursting off into the throws of speed, the wind seemed less intense despite the extreme speed. “Now, about that revolver of yours, lose it, I have a better one…” He kept his eyes forward, weaving in and out of obstacles, “They used to call me ðåâîëüâåð õîçÿèí or, Revolver Master in English,” He nodded, jarring the speeder to the left, dodging a bit of the ruins. He kept the speed at its highest, wanting to get somewhere familiar quick, something was wrong with these ruins, its like they were watching him. “You’re Russian you know, well part at least,” He was nearing the end, “Keep that in mind…” |
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| Deleted User | May 7 2006, 08:41 PM Post #24 |
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"'Preciate your concern. I bet it's been a long while since you've had to worry about that, huh?" Grace ran a hand through her hair, tugging at the band that kept her hair up. Hell, if air was gonna stream through it, she might as well look good. Her pale locks brushed past her cheek in a picturesque manner. She should've let it down more often, really. She didn't give her hair credit. It framed her definite facial features well and made her seem slightly older. "I figured. Looking at Mom, she looked like a Russian. And you.." Grace leaned back for a moment, smiling teasingly. "You're an oddity." |
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| Deleted User | May 8 2006, 08:58 AM Post #25 |
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"Your mother was an American, but she had Russian heritage, that was one of the reasons I loved her so much," He ducked down, pushing the craft down with him as he sped under a balcony, "She wasn't so air headed girl with a pretty face, she knew her ancestors, her skill, and her goals..." He nodded, whipping the vehicle to the right, they were now clear of the ruins. In the distance there were hills, but beyond them was his destination, just a short ride away. "Determination, pride, honor, characteristics I hope you have inherited, and if not, then you'll need to learn them to get into my favor..." He hit the accelerator, the small speeder whizzing forward, blurring everything they passed. It was a beautiful flatland, the still grasses and flowering plants made everything look so alive, the dead ruins giving a sharp contrast to the life giving earth. "Brace yourself..." He uttered, hitting the arc of the first hill, his body tightening as the vehicle rumbled when it had to slow and move up, the repulser engines kicking up dirt as they turned, he was pushing the speeders limits, but it wouldn't soon break. |
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| Deleted User | May 10 2006, 04:10 PM Post #26 |
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Grace tried to concentrate on what Mers was saying, truly using as much effort as possible, but her attention was taken away from her by force at the scenery that she sped by. Her grip on her father eased, letting go of him entirely as she leaned back on her seat and took in the world around her. An audible gasp left her lips as she miraculously maintained her balance with the speeding vehicle. Her eyes darted this way and that, her mouth was open and curled into a delighted smile. But, the most fascinating feature in her amazement was her expression. It was of sheer discovery and awe. Grace had never seen such beauty and considering her experience on Syumo so far, had not had very long to truly appreciate it. The closest she had ever come to such a setting was in one of the ambience rooms on the MTT ship. She often visited it when she had paperwork to do and she needed to relax. But it was hell when the 'natural' sounds started to skip. This was better than virtual reality by far, Grace thought. Coming out of the little trance she had fixed herself in, she reclaimed her attachment to Mers, tugging on his sleeve as she did so. "Is all of Syumo this beautiful?" |
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| Deleted User | May 11 2006, 09:12 AM Post #27 |
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“Hmm…” He thought for a moment, “I hadn’t really taken the time to notice…” He leaned down and pushed the speeder down with him, forcing it down the hill, the ‘bike’ being accelerated by its biggest nemesis, gravity. He jerked the speeder to the left, avoiding the next hill; he followed the slopes edge, skipping rocks, bushes, and trees as he moved. “I suppose it is though,” He shrugged, “It is rather soft on the eyes, the place seems very ‘nice’, nothing is too troubling here…” He stopped, thinking about what he had said. He turned hard to the left, shifting his weight with it, he figured he ought to tell her now, it seemed like the best time to let her know. “Well, there is a woman…” He trailed off for a moment, thinking about her, “Hoshiko, apparently she is the ‘Goddess’ of Shadows, I’ve met her and she has some skill…” |
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| Deleted User | May 13 2006, 12:16 PM Post #28 |
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Grace leaned into her father, resting her cheek against his back while still staring at the scenery she was rushing past. She had given up on trying to concentrate on a specific object; it hurt her eyes when she had to constantly move them back and forth just to observe detail. It was much easier to let her eyes drift out of focus and see nothing but blurs of color as the vehicle kept speeding along. She fell quiet as Mers considered and gave his thoughts voice, choosing to ponder about the subject by herself. At the term 'Goddess' she let out a small snort of disdain. "Don't tell me that the natives worship her and others like polytheistic fools. Look at past civilizations that believed in such things. All of them met messy ends." Okay, so Grace wasn't big on the whole 'more-than-one-god' or 'any-god-at-all' idea. At TR, religion wasn't considered to be the highlight of one's life. More like a smattering of nonsense. "What's your point? It isn't like we're stuck here forever..." Grace trailed off and, somewhere deep inside, wished wth all her being that Mers would not reply to this statement. Or confirm her fears. As beautiful as Syumo was, this was not home. Home had electronics. Home had the comforting buzz of machinery lulling you to sleep. |
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| Deleted User | May 15 2006, 09:00 AM Post #29 |
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“Come now Gracie, polytheistic? No, I’ve done a bit of research into their history, there are other ‘Goddesses’, most of which people believe, they are monotheists. Besides, this Hoshiko is the Death God so to speak; apparently she killed the other ‘Goddesses’ many years back. This makes up the people’s ideology, the fear of this ‘Goddess’ and her minions, Shadows as they are designated,” Mers spoke exceptionally articulate, considering he was on a speeding vessel. You could defiantly see his ability to multi-task; it was almost like he was showing off to his new found daughter. “There are many ways to use that fear to our advantage you realize, there are a great deal of things you can do with the cowering spirits of civilians. Not only that but I am sure I would be able to strike up a deal with this ‘Goddess’, false deities are always in need of some extra muscle. That was how I was planning on getting some funding; after all, my budget from the capital has nearly exhausted itself…” He chuckled, he was like a puppet master, pulling the strings of the lowly ones and looking onward into the show, his mind rattling and sputtering as he plotted. “And as for staying here, I have no intention of doing so, I’m already working on a solution, but if you are in a hurry to get back, another boy or something, I’m sure I can make my little transporter pick up its pace…” He nodded, jetting forward again as they cleared the hills, back into another open plain. |
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| Deleted User | May 24 2006, 07:52 PM Post #30 |
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"It's not because of a boy." Grace mumbled into the starched uniform Mers wore. The nails that had never been decorated with slick nailpolish like normal g.irl's slid out of their embrace of her Father's torso. Her forehead rested on his back now, her eyes staring down at the section of seat that was visible between her legs. Her feet started to feel the effects of pins and needles from their motionless position. The acrid smell of the bike's emissions trailed behind them in the midday sun. The stench led Grace's nose and made her lungs constrict slightly. Gas was dangerous. The world where she had resided only hours ago relied on electricity and machines. Gas was considered a potent chemical to be scorned. The young woman's eyes remained riveted on the patch of black seating beneath her. There was no problem with the fabric nor the seat itself, Grace simply found it easier to think about a matter while focusing on one point. Her father was the epitome of TRCC. He was going to use a ‘Dark goddess’ to persuade and destroy. He was going to aid in the destruction of innoc.ent lives. Grace had only taken two lives before, still retaining a naivety that she kept in check. Sure, she wanted to get home. Yes, she missed her mechanical and corrupt world. But she didn’t want to believe her father was like this. He had betrayed the only thing she’d ever known, and killed so many people. And now, he was going to do it again. Her grip left him completely. “Do you want to leave this place?” She whispered. |
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