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Post by Serras-Kai on Dec 20, 2009 14:56:00 GMT -5
The day wasn't half bad.
The air was warm, the wind only arriving briefly before vanishing back into the unknown. The sun was nearly set in the distance, placing the perfect mood upon this day.
Millica Loise Kerensky stood at the end of a long, decrepit bridge, long since out of service. Transportation of a type she didn't recognize were strewn about, their doors lay open and their vulnerable insides exposed.
At one end was Millica, at the other, the world. Behind her was seemingly nothing, a barren waste filled with the ruins of the civilization that built even this bridge for her to cross long ago. But now it was merely a shadow of its former self.
With nothing behind her but the wasteland she had traversed, she raised herself from her small encampment, readied her weapon in case anything went wrong, and began to walk.
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Post by Angel on Dec 20, 2009 17:23:36 GMT -5
Current Appearance:
It was getting dark again.. and Angel was still alone.
She was walking through the this lonely, quiet road for some time. Her memory almost seemed on the fritz, she couldn't think of a single thing since.. like... at all. She was walking around and feeling all the sights and sounds, but she couldn't figure out if this was a place she knew before or if this was a new place. Either way, she didn't like it here. She had no one to lean on and to listen to. No heart or life to feel right next to her's.
It was an empty feeling for Angel, who lived for being around others. She lived for that connection, it was her strength. She didn't realize how deeply this ran because of her awkward memory, but everything her heart was saying was that she needed it. She walked more and more, hoping she would run into someone. Anyone at all.
She looked all around at the dusk-filled landscape that seemed devoid of much life and even though the sun made everything look peaceful right now, she knew that pitch black darkness was right around the corner. Angel was deathly afraid of the dark, and had spent the last couple of nights clutched in a feeble position just trying to get some solace in her own existance. She had to find people, find somewhere to belong.. even if just for a little while. She had to. She had to. She had to.
But as she was walking, she realized that her body was exhausted again and with almost a small wail she plopped down on her butt and sat their, tears filling her eyes. Almost after simply 20 minutes or so of walking all the signals in her body told her that she had to rest for almost an hour (at best she found). She couldn't run at all, she could barely walk and even at the tiny pace she did walk sadly it was often that Angel tripped on her own feet or on almost anything she happened to ram her little feet against.
After about 30 minutes of the sun setting further and further, she noticed a sound that sounded different from the rest of the sounds that entered her hears. Most of the sounds were like, "we are just wind brushing against things" or.. "we are just things falling down" or something like that. She didn't understand how she could understand the meaning of sounds, but everything made like.. sense. This one was more of a "I'm someone heading your way!" sound.. and with that happiness filling her, she cut her break a bit short and started walking as fast as she could (which was still pretty slow) towards her new guest.
Millica probably would have seen her coming, heck.. she probably would have seen her while walking this way. But Angel wasn't trying to hide. She was so happy that she had finally found someone. She didn't know who this person was, but she didn't know who anyone was. To her knowledge, this world might just be them together but that was enough. "H-Hello there!!" she cried out, though it was probably unnecessary. She wanted to run up and hug the woman and never let go, but her little steps assured that her guest would have the first move of contact. Unless she simply did nothing, in which there would be nothing stopping Angel from getting that hug.
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Post by Serras-Kai on Dec 20, 2009 22:45:51 GMT -5
Well that was most unexpected.
Millica stood stark still for a moment, her eyes wide behind her thin glasses. She hadn't expected to see anyone along this road at all, aside from possibly the long since dead or a possibly scavenger, and this person didn't seem to be either. Nay, she was almost.... cute.
Placing her weapon in her open pack, Millica jogged over to the newcomer, her possible new companion for a little while, arriving at her side in a few moments. She had a thousand questions for this new person, but was more surprised by her attire than the fact that she was here, which left her with absolutely nothing to say, instead staring quizzically as she tried to figure out if this was some sort of a uniform or if the girl was simply lost, and if she was how in the name of Blake she got here.
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Post by Angel on Dec 20, 2009 23:02:54 GMT -5
Angel taking deep breaths, bending down and clutching her slim knees. She was.. so tired. She had used up all of her energy again and needed to not push herself like that in the future. After a few moments though, she found the strength to walk up a few steps to this woman. She didn't think about how she looked, or what she was wearing, or how she was taking Angel in. No, her mind was completely elsewhere. Angel's scent matched her sickly sweet appearance and started to fill the air.. working it's magic. Too much contact with this scent would cause Millica to start feeling an emotional attachment to Angel in some way.. though that was usually left the person in question and the mind.
"I.. " she started, though she had so many things to say and nothing to say at all. She looked for something, anything to give her the words that she wanted to express. "
"I..." still nothing. What could she say? She didn't know this woman, she didn't know anything. All she knew was that she wasn't alone anymore.. and this person was responsible for that. Time would come and go and she wouldn't be afraid.. and this woman was responsible for that too.
"I.." but that wasn't enough, she still didn't have the words or intelligence. It hurt to feel so much but not know how to express it. To have been lost but suddenly found. It might have been nothing to other people, but there was now a shining star in her world. A glimmer of hope that her life wouldn't be full of the darkness that was starting to creep up on their world. Even if she left her, there was someone else in this world. That was enough to keep going.
"I love you."
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Post by Serras-Kai on Dec 20, 2009 23:31:20 GMT -5
Millica bit her lip and stared at the little girl.
What the hell was she talking about? Loving her, already? Was she crazy? Or was she....
Already Millica was taking a shine to this little girl, but that alone was undeniably strange. She didn't like people typically, and young children were no exceptions. In fact, she liked younger people less than older people... no motherly love from a girl like her.
Tilting her head a little, Millica placed her hand on the small one's shoulder and said "What's your name?"
That didn't sound like her either. She never talked like that, so why would she now?
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Post by Angel on Dec 20, 2009 23:53:33 GMT -5
She twitched a little bit, kinda afraid at what would come from her confession. It was a honest one, she did love this woman for what she represented to her.. and she was just a person who loved people so much and was so easily loved back. Love was her element, Luck her power. That's all she had, that's all she needed really.
"My.. name is Angel, Ma'am.." she said softly, obviously shy and now her submissive-ness was coming out. "Angel was.. lost. Really lost. And I.. I wanna.. I wanna.." she lost her train of thought a little bit. Her IQ at this moment was very low, barely above mental retardation. She couldn't really think about what she exactly wanted now that she had found someone, where she could go from here.
Feeling a cold wind brush through her sweet lolita-styled outfit that really did look out of place in this area. She shivered. "I'm scared."
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Post by Serras-Kai on Dec 21, 2009 1:45:30 GMT -5
Millica smiled, warmly. That was strange to her as well... she didn't usually do that.
Hugging the child close, she placed her hand on her head, and spoke softly and surely.
"My name is Millica. How did you get out here?" Well at least she had asked. She was worried that she would go all the way to wherever they were going and leave her without ever finding out. Next up was how she got here, but that was later.
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Post by Angel on Dec 21, 2009 2:48:21 GMT -5
She took a few deep breaths, pressed against Millica's body and just trying to really unload all the feelings she had been containing for sometime. She was starting to calm down and get a hold of herself, and she decided to try her hardest to give her friend some clear answers.
"I'm not sure.. how I got here Ma'am. That's why Angel is in big trouble and stuff.. Angel is lost and no know how she got here or where home is or.. well, I can't 'member anythin' really." looking around a little bit, she looked up to her. "Where does Madam come from? Do you know Angel?" she was hoping that this was someone like her mommy or something, someone that could shed light on her current situation. Maybe she could explain the voices she heard sometimes in her head..
I'm scared.. I'm scared.. too weak, I was so close.. I don't want it ever again, ever again.. .. it was a voice that made her feel even more scared.. even if she didn't know where it came from.
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Post by Kismet on Dec 21, 2009 23:54:37 GMT -5
If Lazus had had toes, he would have been wiggling them. Happily wiggling them, mind you, though he had never heard of anyone wiggling toes for any other reason. As it were, however, Lazus did not have any toes, and therefore could not wiggle them, regardless of his state of happiness. Having never had said appendages, he found the idea of them quite odd, almost repulsive, but in the same sort of grotesque fascination with which children play with a particularly monstrous insect. He was unsure, for instance, whether to feel slighted or superior for his dearth of lower digits, as his feet instead were composed only of the hollow shoes attached to his equally hollow ankles. On the one hand, he never had to trim his toenails, on account of not having any. On the other, he could not happily wiggle his toes. But, he supposed, such was life.
Nothing was ever perfect, after all, and the idea of perfection itself was somewhat boring. Perfection was an ideal to be sought after. Once you attained it, there was nothing else to do. Something couldn’t be more perfect, it could only just be perfect. And so, Lazus thought with a smile, perfection is imperfect. More irony to mull over.
Irony. He liked that word, for some reason. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it (Which he did posses, unlike toes), but the word felt…familiar.
Blinking, Lazus snapped himself out of his tangential random flow of thoughts and into his original random flow of thoughts, careful not to put too much effort into it. Daydreaming stopped being daydreaming once you began directing it too much, and it took a fine hand to keep his meandering train of thought on the right track.
The day, if it could be called it, was perfect, though in an admittedly imperfect way. His words were no longer bound by the constant shifting of the universal laws of the world, and he was free to resume doing nothing in peace. Technically, he hadn’t been doing anything while waiting, but he had been unable to express that through his words. He may not be doing anything, but at least he existed now. Although, to be fair, most people wouldn’t have noticed, due to his odd choice of doing nothing.
Lazus lay suspended in the air, hundreds of feet up, staring down at the ground below. His hands were tucked nonchalantly behind his back, his feet crossed, and his back was propped comfortably up against the underside of particularly soft cloud. (Being a cloud, it was not soft at all, but rather vaporous and wet. However, Lazus was unable to feel the chill and in this case, was more interested in appearances than proper physics.) He was utterly relaxed, utterly content, and was only mildly interested in the two people several hundred feet below him. At this distance, they were simply different colored dots. A small dot and an even smaller dot, moving slowly across the landscape like all little dots did. He would have perfectly happy to have ignored them and let them go on their way, their words never meeting.
But then he had an idea.
A wild, childish, devilish joke of an idea. The sort of idea that begets the mischievous snake grin of a prankster and the ear-to-ear grin of someone who’s just come up with something Crazy Awesome. Or at least mildly funny, he thought somberly. Not really Crazy Awesome grade material, but humorous. Oh yes.
And so, Lazus fell. Just fell, straight down from his very relaxed position on the cloud’s underbelly. Utter freefall, devoid of control or influence. He could fly, yes, and the impact with the ground would not hurt him at all, but this was funnier. Especially since he had also started wildly screaming at the top of his non-existent lungs.
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Post by Serras-Kai on Dec 22, 2009 0:25:58 GMT -5
Preparing to comfort a child was something Millica never thought she would have to do again. She had tried to comfort her own children up until they were old enough to earn the right to become a Kerensky, something they failed at achieving and thus were thrown aside like garbage. With such a cold hearted thing in her past, could she really trust herself with another young one in her charge?
The thought was torn asunder by the sound of someone screaming. Not in fear, but in.... delight? Well that was odd. Far from her position at the base of the bridge was a speck, the tiniest thing within her field of vision and making enough noise to distract a charging army. But he would soon smash down and splatter everywhere, a thought that caused Millica to bite down on her own lip in disgust before turning Angel away from the display and towards the bridge.
"No, I come from a faraway city called Karna, a beautiful place in it's own way." She spoke hurriedly and didn't really answer the child's question, more out of not wanting to answer than fear of revealing herself.
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Post by Angel on Dec 23, 2009 13:56:23 GMT -5
Angel listened and nodded to what she said, but because she didn't understand some of the words of her sentence, her ability to hear all languages altered what she heard. "No, I come from a really far city called Karna, a beautiful place in it's way." This wasn't much of an alteration, but even the smallest "dumming down" could end up losing an important message within. However, this wasn't the case this time.
Looking up at a sudden sound, the second usage of it stated. At first, all she heard as a scream of could-be terror falling down.. and she started shivering and was willing to be turned away by her new friend. But she looked back over and was able to see the small dot of him, and instantly her perception of the scream was altered thanks to her ability. Now, instead of hearing it as a cry of terror, she heard laughter. She started struggling against being turned away, wanting to see what was so fun. "That's... laughter. Another person. Can't we check it out?" she asked of the woman, slightly pleading with her big eyes.
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Post by Kismet on Dec 23, 2009 14:20:10 GMT -5
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Is a pretty good description of the noise Lazus was making. A single, uninterrupted scream of mock-terror-but-secretly-excitement from several hundred feet up. In actuality, such a fall would only last a few seconds, and this one was no different. Lazus didn’t even need to interrupt his scream to breathe on the way down. Not that he needed to breathe either. An instant before he hit the ground, he wondered if he’d be able to talk constantly without stopping for breath. As he hit the ground, he decided that he’d have to give it a try some time. But not now. Now he was busy slamming into the ground from a fall of several hundred feet, and such things deserved undivided attention.
The impact was, sadly, unspectacular. Lazus was hollow and very light, a mere 35 pounds, and was simply incapable of making the sort of thematic, er, impact that he had been hoping for. (Which, incidentally, had been a resounding boom, a huge cloud of dust, and a crater that would make the dinosaurs roll in their graves.) Instead, he got a loud thud. Almost a thwack, but lacking that necessary snappiness to the sound. This was a more subdued, direct sound, which quit clearly stated “You have just hit something very hard and solid.” This was appropriate, considering the object in question was, in fact, the ground.
Lazus had taken a few liberties on the way down, in order to ensure that his arrival was duly noted and appreciated. For instance, his trajectory had been altered from straight down to just-that-perfect-angle-so-I’ll-land-right-in-front-of-you. And so, with a loud but not quite resounding or impressive thud, Lazus landed directly in front of the two travelers, face down, in the dirt. And did not move. Obviously, he had to play dead for at least a moment or two, but this got him going on all sorts of strange lines of thoughts. For instance, if he were playing dead, it only made sense that he should soon bite their ankles and pretend to be a zombie. But that could wait. For now, he was simply dead. Which wasn’t exactly untrue.
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Post by Serras-Kai on Dec 24, 2009 15:38:59 GMT -5
"Blakes blood!" Millica hissed as she formed an iron grip on the child's shoulder, arcing and swinging her arm theatrically behind her and releasing the child while she was behind.
Drawing her weapon and bringing it to bear, Millica readied herself for battle as she sank into a stance she could fight from while keeping the child safe(ish) from harm.
She was wearing only the barest minimum of her armor, and was now feeling rather idiotic for having not opted for it before hand, when she knew something like this would undoubtedly happen. Curse hindsight.
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Post by Angel on Dec 26, 2009 12:30:09 GMT -5
Angel was feeling a bit all around scared. The sudden movements, being moved herself by this woman.. then the sudden appearance of a new guest were all very much for her. Though, other than being scared.. she didn't really know how to feel. She got the impression that the older lady didn't really want her around the other person. Was he okay? Was he dead? Did she know the other person? Was there something scary about him? Why would he be scary? So many questions filled her mind and without her memories, she had no way of answering them.
It was a frustrating feeling for sure. It made Angel tear up a bit because she just didn't understand. She simply stood behind the woman and waited for his next move, just letting every moment end up becoming the next one. She kinda wished that she was still being held or touched though, she feeling of disconnection was making her feel open and unsafe.
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Post by Kismet on Dec 30, 2009 23:36:43 GMT -5
Aaaaaaaaaaaaand….nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zip. Lazus thought. Well shit.
Lazus was, unsurprisingly, disappointed. Hurt, even. He had just fallen out of the sky, fallen out of the sky, landed in front of them (Admittedly with a thud that was neither impressive nor resounding) and the lady’s first reaction? To get ready to stab his face in. Who in their right minds gets ready to fight people that have just fallen out of the sky? And landed face first?
This lady, apparently.
So. Going all zombie on her ass would be bad idea. She actually might do something about it. A brief wave of anger passed through Lazus, but it passed. These words weren’t his own, after all. They would not bend and contort to his will, shaping the landscape of their encounter as his own mind perceived it. Words were God here, in this place. It had been written, and so it was. And there was nothing Lazus could do about it now. Bound again, by another’s words.
So, instead of biting the women’s ankles, Lazus rose resentfully to his feet, in the most literal of senses. Without moving a muscle (Which, incidentally, he had none of, so it was very easy to do), he simply lifted off of the ground and floated into a standing position. With an annoyed look on his face, for good measure. He began wiping the dirt out of his clothes, talking as he did so. “No, no, I’m fine, thanks for asking. Why yes, I did just fall from several hundred feet. Indeed, hurt like a bitch, but I’m fine, I assure you. No, no, no need to help me up.” He finished clearing away the dirt, and straightened, eyeing his would be spectators coyly. “A pleasure making your acquaintance.”
He smiled.
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