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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 6 2007, 02:20 PM (784 Views) | |
| Cicero | Jan 6 2007, 02:20 PM Post #1 |
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Air examined the ground below her from the sky. Crumbling houses, long overgrown gardens. Not a soul in sight. She folded her wings tightly, and dropped downwards like a stone. But at the last minute, she opened them with a resounding snap of air rushing to fill them. 'Ouch!' she cried silently. She folded her wings, and floated the two feet down to the ground, now acting of her own powers. Finally on the ground, Aerial walked through the destered city, skirting the fallen bricks and vines that covered the ground. 'This city once conquered the forest,' she murmured. 'But now the forest is taking it back. Air untied the pouch on her belt, and rolled the small egg out onto her hand. 'You should hatch any day now, whatever-you-are.' She rolled the egg across her hand, and back into it's bag. The shell felt cold and smooth against her skin. Aerial looked acoss the barren cityscape, and listened closley. The was none of the now-familiar buzz of people talking. Just birds, and the wind in the trees. Air shook her head, as if to dislodge the disquieting knot she had felt ever since she got here. Something wasn't quite right. "Hello?" she called, her voice ringing of uncertainty. "Is anybody there?" |
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| Chesha | Jan 9 2007, 07:37 PM Post #2 |
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(Mind if I join you, Love? I could throw in Deemunn if I can plot up a way to move him so quickly, or I could give you someone else, like reno/Adolf, or maybe Rags... Yeah. Rags or Deemunn.-shrugs-) |
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| Cicero | Jan 9 2007, 08:12 PM Post #3 |
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(( YES! FLIPPIN YES! -clings to- Soryy, this post has been empty for so long, I think my character might even have left. -looks around- No, she's still here. Of course you can join!)) |
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| Chesha | Jan 9 2007, 08:21 PM Post #4 |
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Which do you want? Rags or Deemunn or even the Reno/Adolf pair? Alien boy gardener, Sandwraith spartan who's a jerk, or Illusion goddess in another time/plkace and ehr pain in the ass brother?) |
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| Cicero | Jan 9 2007, 08:23 PM Post #5 |
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((Um... you have a lot of characters. Whichever would be best suited. But I warn you, Aerial is a demanding bitch. -coughs- made in my image)) |
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| Chesha | Jan 9 2007, 08:44 PM Post #6 |
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Rags shivered with a faint yawn. He wasn't cold, just tired. A long days work and it seemed the plants still reacted the same as ever. Resiliant. They didn't want to give up their hold on this area, and that was a pity. He hadn't wanted to pull out his tools on them, but it seemed he may have to to get them to back off of his home he had made. The plants seeemd to warn him, saying something about flooding, and how he shouildn't be here, but Rags refused to listen. ragnarok Warriros were not afraid of water... At least, when they didn't have to swim in it. A problem with being a geneticly manufactured super soilder on a different level of gravitational pull. You ahd your strengths and weaknesses, his was (As he was created for battling on planets with heavy gravitational pull and most of these planets were waterless) water. Streching he glanced downa gian at the giant harness and pile of gardening tools made of precious metals coated with chipping green paint. Some could be found here, others could not, which raised a bit of concern. "Hey, heyheyhey!" The head at the the end of the slightly wagging tail cried, Dak sunk his sharp triangle shaped teeth into Rags' leg when he came to clsoe to smakcing the ruin of the wall rags was laying on. "Watch the Head!" "Ow!, dak..." rags whined, rubbing the small perferations that seeped blood quietly after succeeding to fall off in hsi struggle to sit up quickly. "That hurt." "Yeha, well there's a lady lsot somewhere around here, or she's getting ready to kill you, and you jsut made enough noise to wake the dead! Now go greet her or hide." "Dak..." He cried, suddenly realizing he did head someone call a little while before. "How bout we greet her and see if the Locals know about this place." "Yeah... Home." Dak grumbled, nuzzling his nose into the the ground in a defeated way. "I wanna go home..." "Hmm?" "Nothing... Nothing. Yeah. let's talk." Rags stood up with this and called out a cheery hello as he hefted the harnes over his shoulders and buckled the strap. |
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| Cicero | Jan 9 2007, 09:11 PM Post #7 |
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Aerial snapped around to see where the voice came from, her wings instantly flaring behind her, her hand on the hilt of her dagger. She relaxed a little when she saw that the boy didn't seem to pose a threat to her, lowereing her wings, but keeping her hand on the hilt of her knife. "Hello." She called, her voice echoing through the remains of the city. "Who are you?" The boy seemed friendly enough, but she wouldn't take a chance. Not here, in the middle of nowhere, with no one to save her. No, she would play it safe. A slight breeze rushed through the trees, lifting her long hair from her neck. She breathed deeply, feeling the source of her power come back to her. She had liked the city, but she always felt claustrophobic. The air there didn't move. The air was dead. Here, she could feel it ruffle her feathers, whisper in her ear. "My name is Aerial LeSer," she said, loud enough for him to hear. |
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| Chesha | Jan 9 2007, 09:21 PM Post #8 |
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"Ragnarok soilder twelvehundred and three. Rags. This is..." "Dak!" The head roared, biting the male's leg again. "She's danger, buddy. I'd leave her be now!" "Shut up Dak!" Rags snarled, kicking the head wth his heel. "She's perfectly fine, and she's got pretty wings. Besides..." He asked the plants to obey him once, and they did, tall stemmed flowers breaking from the ground and driving themselves into Dak's slgihtly gaping mouth. Dak chewed and spat, though the flowers seemed quite happy to remain stuck on his teetha dn down his throat. "Ah... I see, they do obey but... Why won't they leave?" Rags wondered, turning to scramble bakc up the wall where he felt safe. "You interupted my nap, Aerial. Rather, I think Dak did before you, but... Beh. Can you fly with those wings?" Rags asked, tunring to lay on his stomach, the tools that would have crushed any other normal person if laied upon their back not bothering him at all. |
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| Cicero | Jan 9 2007, 09:33 PM Post #9 |
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Aerial blushed profusly, the red pronounced against her pale skin. She rolled her shoulders back, relaxing her wings to hang limply at her sides. She nodded, to embarrased to speak. "I was, er, the bastard child, biologically speaking." She looked down at her feet, toes pointing in. "Both me and my brother were created in vitro. That is, a virgin birth. An egg of my mother's was removed, cloned, introduced to my father's sperm, and implanted. One copy, anyway. Out of the origional 16, one was implanted, Nik, and one was stolen, me. They performed illegal genetic experiments on the egg, and then implanted it to see what would happen. And the experiment turned out me." She scuffed the ground with her worn army-issue boots, embarrased. Why had she told this stranger her life story? That wasn't the kind of thing she normally did. "What is that... thing?" she asked, pointing at Dak. |
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| Chesha | Jan 9 2007, 09:51 PM Post #10 |
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"Hmmm... We don't have a concept of Bastard children in Bad Wolf. We all are clones of the original soilder who was bred fifty years ago. We all are... The same essentially." He stared at her hard for a moment. "Does your brother have wings too?" He asked, glancing back at Dak and shrugging, as if to say he had no idea what Dak was. "He was my mutation. After a while the cells begin to deteriorate, and I was made of the last genetic material. They kinda kicked me out. Dak made me a gardener." With that to show off maybe (Even though they were all born male, and normally had no mind of the female sex existing beyond the information fed to them after being deemed complete. They had no desire to breed by programming as a soider. As Rags was decomissioned, his knowledge of the female sex was replaced with simple natural deseire of companionship and to be the best exhibited by most animals creatures.) requested one of the chilled ivy vines to bloom out of season. "See? It's like it just turned on when I got here, this power. It's kinda fun, except these plants won't vacate and let me keep a home here. They talk about floods..." |
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| Cicero | Jan 10 2007, 06:07 PM Post #11 |
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"Mm." she murmured. "This place does have a tendancy to go under in the spring. She smiled warmly at the ivy. "It's beautiful." She twitched a finger, causing a small gust of air to ruffle it's petals. "The goddess' final gift. I've always been interested in mythology. She gave a sad smile. "No, my brother doesn't suffer from the same genetic condition, though his daughter does." Her smile became bitter. "A master in sophistry, he is. When are parents were taken as shadows, the Church decided to see them as dead, and then make them saints, for saving their children, giving themselves up to be shadows instead. Nikolai argued that if they were saints, that they would have had the power to heal my defect. He said that if they named our parents as saints, it would be the same as saying the Church hated me. He ended up getting my expelled from the Church on the grounds that I wasn't fully human. "The ironic part is, the Church is probably my only chance of survival. In all liklihood, my genes will start spitting out the foreign DNA around the time I turn twenty. I'll probably die before I turn 21. And if I don't confess, repent now, when else will I do it. I'm 16 already." |
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| Chesha | Jan 10 2007, 09:15 PM Post #12 |
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Rags marvelled at her control over the wind, wanting to pipe up with a cheery praise but was silenced as the anger (Or whatever that emotion was. He wasn't really all too bright. Like I said, hiw past education was wiped rather well) swelled in her voice. Once she had finished he quietly asked Dak what a church was. Dak answered with a slight bob that meant he hadn't the slightest. "I think... A church is a bunch of... Religious people, right?" He asked, staring intently at the ivy. He was trying to draw back memories (Like a computer, something can never be fully deleted, and the traces were still around.) "And they... they put you out due to your.. differneces?" He ignored the shadow part. he'd rather not make a fool of himself, as the basic definition named them as a product of light being obstructed, and the idea of people becoming shadows did not suit this definition. "But, Religion, at least the ones I remember that enertain a church, you can repent in other places... Why... Why don't you repent here?" He would have grinned, figuring how he had recovered that information. "And... The genetic splicing... There could be a way to fix it. Big Wolf, the station that made me mostlikey won't accept me back agian, nor a new person, but if I work hard enough, I may be able to recall my own terms of creation,a dn if not, there must be a scientist who's smart enough to pull something like this off..." He gave an encouraging grin to her before sliding off behind the wall, where the sound of the precious labor tools being droppe dint eh dirt then dragged seemed too loud. He reappeared a moment later, the tools and harness at the end of the wall. "If anything, they may be able to give you a few more years..." Rags tried to cheer her up with this idea, though Dak shook himself as if to say "Bad move, kid." "And most religions require another persont o be present to confess sins... I'm here, aren't I? Even if it doens't seem ike a sin, if you want to confess, I'm willing to listen." |
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| Cicero | Jan 10 2007, 09:38 PM Post #13 |
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Aerial smiled once again, sweetley sad. The bitterness had fled when she had seen how eager this boy was to help her. "You do not know how badly I've sinned." she murmured softly. Ah, the pride of universal guilt. Instead of waiting for an answer, she turned from him, and sang softly to the trees and the forest. "All the ords that we said, All the words that we mean, Words can fall short, Can't see the unseen, Cause the world is awake. For sombody's sake now, please close your eyes, boy. Please get some sleep." Still facing away from him, she let her wings drop and hang, looking sad and broken. "I was a smart little kid. I learned about genetics early. If they tried to modify my cell structure now, my body would insert random protiens in the gaps. In other words, my DNA would unravel. That's why the changes were made in the egg." As if in response to her emotions, it began to rain. |
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| Chesha | Jan 11 2007, 08:02 PM Post #14 |
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He was speechless. He looked at her, sullen and beaten. She would die either way. The rain breaking from the clouds added to this mood, as well as her posture. His shoulders slumped, head down. "I'm sorry..." He was feeling very sleepy, very tired and worn. "Hey, Kiddo. You'll catch a-" "No I won't." Rags barked angrily, glaring at the head with a fierce shake of his head. Dak shook himself before returning tot eh lank tail state again. Under his breath he muttered something about not being a soilder anymore and not protecting everyone. Rags snorted at hima nd then offered Air a weak grin. "Ginger tea?" |
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| Cicero | Jan 11 2007, 08:29 PM Post #15 |
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"Sure." she replied quickly. "Don't feel sorry for me. it's not worth it." Air was a little depressed, but the one thing she hated most was pity. "Death holds no fear, no surprises. The ememy is fear itself. 'fear is the mind killer'". she quoted with a slight smile. She scuffed the ground with her shoes, feathers ruffled in the cold wind. She pulled a piece of old, yellowed paper and a pen from her pocket, and quickly scribbled somthing. She folded the paper into a small square, and tossed it to Dak. "Don't let him read this until I'm gone. Hold it in your mouth, whatever, just don't let him see it." She smiled her most charming smile at Rags, and looked away, humming. "To much silence can be misleading. You're driftin I can hear it in the way that you're breathin. I don't really need to find reason, Cause out the same dor that it came, why it's leavin, it's leavin..." |
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