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towerofanimus2013-08-14 04:12 am
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♪ bonds of time ♫
Characters: Ishtar xroyal_bratx, Kazuma Kuwabara ainohenshin, Tear Grants melodyoftheabyss & everyone (This is an open log but there are closed threads to certain individuals but it's open!)
Setting: Various Locations and days in the tower. Feel free to choose your location day and I’ll play by it!
Format: Either (you pick I follow)
Summary: The Event takes a toll for the worse as Ishtar, Kuwabara, and Tear delve into it. There is possible angst, depression, and other sort sorts of thing being brought to life. The sorrows, and the losses, will definitely be a huge effect on most of them.
Warning: Possible Blood & Gore Language Other possible graphic descriptions, angst, depression, and the things that people go through when they are faced with the people from their home and in these pups’ cases, the guilt of being unable to protect and prevent the end of their world. Just be aware when tagging into this log it will contain all of the above, perhaps not as detailed but there will be mentions and such.
"Oi Kuwabara, you're not mopin' are ya, because if you are I'm going to kick your ass?"
"There are many things left undone, Kuwabara. We're counting on you."
"Tch' I'll leave it to you oaf, don't you dare fail."
The voices continued. Strangely enough, despite the world being annihilated, Kuwabara was met with words that didn't seem negative at all. It was as if they didn't want to blame him for being the only one. It was typical of his friends. If he could save the world in one swoop, he would, or if he could sacrifice himself for everyone he cared about, he would.
Dying wasn't the typical thing a teenager should be thinking about, but Kuwabara knew the consequences and the rules of death. He had faced so many situations that made him realize how precious human life was, but despite that, he was willing to give it up, even if it meant he was unable to see his friends again. Unfortunately, that was not an option right now. Kuwabara's the only hope for his world, and even if Kido could help, he was not a fighter. Kuwabara knew that.
The guilt ate him a little at a time, but those words continued to plague his mind.
"Stop moping around idiot!"
"Do I have to crawl out of my grave and beat your ass up again?"
"You'll do fine, Kuwabara."
"It's okay, Kazuma, I know you can do it."
"You going to keel over, baby bro, after all that has happened? Don't make me kick your ass too."
"Kuwabara I know you can do it. Having you on my team was a pleasure."
"You can't slack off now, Kuwabara, nya!"
He clenched his fists. The sounds of the voices continued to echo through his mind.
"You're at least more reliable than the dimwit over here, Kuwabara. You know what to do."
The words, they plagued him. The more he thought and heard, them, the more guilt manifested. He knew the words were not negative, hell who in their right mind would even say shit to him like that? There was no one but his friends, and his home. They were the source of his strength and his sorrows. He felt their words meant that he couldn't let them down. He couldn't lose, and he had to win, but Kuwabara was not as strong as his friends. He may be on the same standing ground, but he had much to learn, and that burden of trying to save the world on his own, it weighed on him and clouded his mind.
He had to get over it, he had to persevere, but it was hard. The voices continued and continued. The shadows wouldn't leave him alone and each one bore a face of a friend or family he knew. He really couldn't bear to face it right now but he had to. Kuwabara had to fight this somehow but it was heartbreaking to know that he couldn't see his friends or home...at least not yet.
"♪ Tue rei ze croa riou tue ze ♫."
Tear was using her hymns to alleviate the shadows that stalked her and unfortunately, it didn't seem like it was working in her favour. It wasn't that Tear could not handle such things. It was the fact that she was plagued by things she did not quite fully grasp yet because of her short time here, she had a lot to understand grasp. She knew that her situation was better off than many people from her world, and those that were here, she knew that some of them were from different time points. Those explanations continued to haunt her as she ventured about the tower to rid herself of the shadow children that followed her, whispering things that she didn't want to hear, and grasping her guilt.
The worst of it was that these shadow children were like ghosts, trailing behind her, eerie and cold. The feeling of fear overwhelmed her, but she did what she could to fight them off. She tried what she could to remain strong, but it wasn't working. It was as if her mask was easily cracked by the things were said. Her attacks seemed to fail. There was no point in attacking ghostly figures that had no real form. A lesson she learned from using her knives on them. The combination of ghostly shadows and words of blame were not mixing well with her, despite her hardened expression. Pain continued to blossom from her chest as the whispers continued.
"What of the methods to conserve your Auldrant? It has become naught, Mystearica."
That cold voice, whispering her name, with a sinister smile, blaming her methods, and her ways. She was suppose to top Van. She was suppose to stop her brother from destroying Auldrant, but right now there was no Auldrant to protect, no Auldrant to preserve. The worst part was she couldn't do anything but try to attempt a normal life here. As a soldier, she had to remain headstrong and as a soldier she had to find her way back, but right now she didn't know what she could do. She didn't know how to ask for help and she certainly didn't want to show her weakness to others.
Eventually, she was worn out by the voices calling her, reaching for her.
"Were you not serious? Is that why you were idling around, wasting time? You said you will stop me, yet you are unable to leave such a petty place."
Her brother voice continued to reach for her. She didn't give up, but she lowered herself to the floor, hands clutching her chest. That's right, she had to get out of here.
Ishtar conditioned worsened by the hours. The minute this all started was the minute she fell to it, letting it cling to her, and clutch to her, like invisible hands. Ishtar was curled up in a ball, with her hands over her head and ears, trying to omit the voices that haunted her mind. The words were not cruel, but the intentions and meanings behind them screamed cruel.
"Ishtar...."
That voice she had not heard in a long time was the first to speak. His voice alone already made her uncomfortable. She tried to get away from him. The strongest voice of the masses that followed her. This shadow child that looke completely identical to the silver haired vampire she knew, down to the red glowing eyes that stared blankly at her.
"You should be careful of your actions princess, seeing what they've done to me. Will you just sit here and let them do as they please, while I have to take the hit for you?"
That's right. Duzell's always the one that protected her and kept her safe when Darres wasn't around.
"Is Darres that important that words you have said to me are insignificant? Will you sit idle and watch the world you know crumble? You're going to let everyone do the work for you aren't you? It's no different then, and it's no different now. Whether it's Pheliosta, Facility or this Tower, you can't even fight for what you want."
"Have you lost faith? You know that I'll always be by your side, yours and Darres'." A soothing voice penetrates the harsh one.
The child appeared identical to Yujinn and had his same silver hair and violet eyes. The kindness in them hadn't changed and Ishtar had to look away. It was painful. She had left Yujinn behind in that hellish place to be here. She couldn't do anything for Yujinn, not when he died, and certainly not when they were at Facility. She couldn't look at his face.
"Hey idiot, don't just sit there. If you're going to do something then do it."
Another rougher voice. She knew that one too.
"Ishtar is always trying her hardest, but the Ishtar I know wouldn't be this pathetic. If Ishtar wants something, then Ishtar should seize it. Will Ishtar fight?"
The other softer voice, almost identical to the rough one. Ishtar pulled herself up. Those faces, and the voices. She couldn't take anymore of it.
"It's not...I'm not trying to-- please I'm sorry...everyone...I'm sorry."
Another face appeared in the darkness. He didn't have to say anything for Ishtar to remember the time she spent with him. The one that suffered terrible experiment with her in his short time, and the bat that she took care of for him now. Suddenly, the scar where that doctor stabbed her was starting to ache invisibly.
"I assume that they're all my rugs now, seeing Duzell made a great one. You're pathetic to think that you can stop the Consortium. Look where it took you, Princess."
A sneering face. She remembered that damn bastard's face. The asshole who attacked them when she was back in Facility, "Shut up you know nothing! NOTHING!"
Ishtar dashed down the hallways now, forgetting that danger lurked everywhere. She just wanted the voices to stop.
xroyal_bratx, Kazuma Kuwabara ainohenshin, Tear Grants melodyoftheabyss & everyone (This is an open log but there are closed threads to certain individuals but it's open!)Setting: Various Locations and days in the tower. Feel free to choose your location day and I’ll play by it!
Format: Either (you pick I follow)
Summary: The Event takes a toll for the worse as Ishtar, Kuwabara, and Tear delve into it. There is possible angst, depression, and other sort sorts of thing being brought to life. The sorrows, and the losses, will definitely be a huge effect on most of them.
Warning: Possible Blood & Gore Language Other possible graphic descriptions, angst, depression, and the things that people go through when they are faced with the people from their home and in these pups’ cases, the guilt of being unable to protect and prevent the end of their world. Just be aware when tagging into this log it will contain all of the above, perhaps not as detailed but there will be mentions and such.
Kazuma Kuwabara "this ain't over yet." |
"Oi Kuwabara, you're not mopin' are ya, because if you are I'm going to kick your ass?"
"There are many things left undone, Kuwabara. We're counting on you."
"Tch' I'll leave it to you oaf, don't you dare fail."
The voices continued. Strangely enough, despite the world being annihilated, Kuwabara was met with words that didn't seem negative at all. It was as if they didn't want to blame him for being the only one. It was typical of his friends. If he could save the world in one swoop, he would, or if he could sacrifice himself for everyone he cared about, he would.
Dying wasn't the typical thing a teenager should be thinking about, but Kuwabara knew the consequences and the rules of death. He had faced so many situations that made him realize how precious human life was, but despite that, he was willing to give it up, even if it meant he was unable to see his friends again. Unfortunately, that was not an option right now. Kuwabara's the only hope for his world, and even if Kido could help, he was not a fighter. Kuwabara knew that.
The guilt ate him a little at a time, but those words continued to plague his mind.
"Stop moping around idiot!"
"Do I have to crawl out of my grave and beat your ass up again?"
"You'll do fine, Kuwabara."
"It's okay, Kazuma, I know you can do it."
"You going to keel over, baby bro, after all that has happened? Don't make me kick your ass too."
"Kuwabara I know you can do it. Having you on my team was a pleasure."
"You can't slack off now, Kuwabara, nya!"
He clenched his fists. The sounds of the voices continued to echo through his mind.
"You're at least more reliable than the dimwit over here, Kuwabara. You know what to do."
The words, they plagued him. The more he thought and heard, them, the more guilt manifested. He knew the words were not negative, hell who in their right mind would even say shit to him like that? There was no one but his friends, and his home. They were the source of his strength and his sorrows. He felt their words meant that he couldn't let them down. He couldn't lose, and he had to win, but Kuwabara was not as strong as his friends. He may be on the same standing ground, but he had much to learn, and that burden of trying to save the world on his own, it weighed on him and clouded his mind.
He had to get over it, he had to persevere, but it was hard. The voices continued and continued. The shadows wouldn't leave him alone and each one bore a face of a friend or family he knew. He really couldn't bear to face it right now but he had to. Kuwabara had to fight this somehow but it was heartbreaking to know that he couldn't see his friends or home...at least not yet.
Tear Grants "I must remain strong." |
"♪ Tue rei ze croa riou tue ze ♫."
Tear was using her hymns to alleviate the shadows that stalked her and unfortunately, it didn't seem like it was working in her favour. It wasn't that Tear could not handle such things. It was the fact that she was plagued by things she did not quite fully grasp yet because of her short time here, she had a lot to understand grasp. She knew that her situation was better off than many people from her world, and those that were here, she knew that some of them were from different time points. Those explanations continued to haunt her as she ventured about the tower to rid herself of the shadow children that followed her, whispering things that she didn't want to hear, and grasping her guilt.
The worst of it was that these shadow children were like ghosts, trailing behind her, eerie and cold. The feeling of fear overwhelmed her, but she did what she could to fight them off. She tried what she could to remain strong, but it wasn't working. It was as if her mask was easily cracked by the things were said. Her attacks seemed to fail. There was no point in attacking ghostly figures that had no real form. A lesson she learned from using her knives on them. The combination of ghostly shadows and words of blame were not mixing well with her, despite her hardened expression. Pain continued to blossom from her chest as the whispers continued.
"What of the methods to conserve your Auldrant? It has become naught, Mystearica."
That cold voice, whispering her name, with a sinister smile, blaming her methods, and her ways. She was suppose to top Van. She was suppose to stop her brother from destroying Auldrant, but right now there was no Auldrant to protect, no Auldrant to preserve. The worst part was she couldn't do anything but try to attempt a normal life here. As a soldier, she had to remain headstrong and as a soldier she had to find her way back, but right now she didn't know what she could do. She didn't know how to ask for help and she certainly didn't want to show her weakness to others.
Eventually, she was worn out by the voices calling her, reaching for her.
"Were you not serious? Is that why you were idling around, wasting time? You said you will stop me, yet you are unable to leave such a petty place."
Her brother voice continued to reach for her. She didn't give up, but she lowered herself to the floor, hands clutching her chest. That's right, she had to get out of here.
Ishtar "this can't be happening" |
Ishtar conditioned worsened by the hours. The minute this all started was the minute she fell to it, letting it cling to her, and clutch to her, like invisible hands. Ishtar was curled up in a ball, with her hands over her head and ears, trying to omit the voices that haunted her mind. The words were not cruel, but the intentions and meanings behind them screamed cruel.
"Ishtar...."
That voice she had not heard in a long time was the first to speak. His voice alone already made her uncomfortable. She tried to get away from him. The strongest voice of the masses that followed her. This shadow child that looke completely identical to the silver haired vampire she knew, down to the red glowing eyes that stared blankly at her.
"You should be careful of your actions princess, seeing what they've done to me. Will you just sit here and let them do as they please, while I have to take the hit for you?"
That's right. Duzell's always the one that protected her and kept her safe when Darres wasn't around.
"Is Darres that important that words you have said to me are insignificant? Will you sit idle and watch the world you know crumble? You're going to let everyone do the work for you aren't you? It's no different then, and it's no different now. Whether it's Pheliosta, Facility or this Tower, you can't even fight for what you want."
"Have you lost faith? You know that I'll always be by your side, yours and Darres'." A soothing voice penetrates the harsh one.
The child appeared identical to Yujinn and had his same silver hair and violet eyes. The kindness in them hadn't changed and Ishtar had to look away. It was painful. She had left Yujinn behind in that hellish place to be here. She couldn't do anything for Yujinn, not when he died, and certainly not when they were at Facility. She couldn't look at his face.
"Hey idiot, don't just sit there. If you're going to do something then do it."
Another rougher voice. She knew that one too.
"Ishtar is always trying her hardest, but the Ishtar I know wouldn't be this pathetic. If Ishtar wants something, then Ishtar should seize it. Will Ishtar fight?"
The other softer voice, almost identical to the rough one. Ishtar pulled herself up. Those faces, and the voices. She couldn't take anymore of it.
"It's not...I'm not trying to-- please I'm sorry...everyone...I'm sorry."
Another face appeared in the darkness. He didn't have to say anything for Ishtar to remember the time she spent with him. The one that suffered terrible experiment with her in his short time, and the bat that she took care of for him now. Suddenly, the scar where that doctor stabbed her was starting to ache invisibly.
"I assume that they're all my rugs now, seeing Duzell made a great one. You're pathetic to think that you can stop the Consortium. Look where it took you, Princess."
A sneering face. She remembered that damn bastard's face. The asshole who attacked them when she was back in Facility, "Shut up you know nothing! NOTHING!"
Ishtar dashed down the hallways now, forgetting that danger lurked everywhere. She just wanted the voices to stop.
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[His hand lightly stroked her cheek. She meant so much to him.] Please don't cry.
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[ She replied half smiling as she nodded her head. ]
I'm not dead weight either. I don't know how you remember me, but I'm not going to sit by and watch you defend me.
[ She replied with a brief furrow of her brows. His hand felt warm on her cheek as he did that. She leaned into it slowly. He meant the world to her now that he was here, now that she had someone that would never leave her. Or at least that's what he's telling her. ]
...Sorry...
[ She blinked back tears. ]
I'll do my best not to cry so much anymore. I don't want you to be worried about me.
I love you Darres. That won't ever change, okay?
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You've grown a lot since I last saw you. [She wasn't the same little brat he knew her to be, but he loved and cared for her all the same. His affection for her, which was oblivious to him for so long, was only confirmed as their days here multiplied.]
Tears or no tears I... [can never stop worrying about you.] love you.
[He never said it often, but when he did, it meant volumes. And he didn't need to say he loved her for her to know he did.]
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[ She made a face as she said that. Of course, she was partially joking about turning his hair green. She covered her mouth as she stifled a laugh. Yeah, he kept saying that since he got there. It only further reminded her that she wasn't really the real Ishtar. She was different, much older, and much stronger. ]
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Darres...Darres what did you--
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Darres.
[ She's going to cry again but she kept it controlled for now. Instead, there's a small blush on her face. ]
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[ At least, she knew the feelings were mutual now. At least, she hoped he wasn't lying to her. It would be an awful lie.
She still couldn't believe it. ]
Do you really mean it?
I AM DONE
[ Cue Ishtar half hugging him and half pouncing him. ]
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I wouldn't say something I didn't mean.
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...Darres...I've always hoped that one day you'd tell me that. Isn't that silly...
[ Oh god, she was starting to tear up again. ]
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I wouldn't say it's silly.
[He'll just keep his hold on her whether or not she was going to let go or not.]
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Really, then what would you call it?
[ She's not letting go just for the record. ]
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It's...refreshing. [He supposes.]
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[ She half laughed but her heart wasn't in it. She knew that. ]
Refreshing..really?
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[ Ishtar knew what he meant. A few months before she had been the same way, not caring and losing the luster she always had because she was losing everything. ]
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[ She replied giving him a sad smile. She noticed it too and it made her envious sometimes. ]
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You're right.
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I love you, Darres. [ those words repeated again of course. ] I'm glad you're here.
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I just hope I don't leave.
[Which was an odd thing to say, but how many people have left her already? He didn't want to be one of those numbers.]
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I hope not too.
[ She didn't want him to be that either, at least not after they've been trying to repair things and fix time barriers. ]