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Post by Nathalia on Sept 14, 2007 23:48:54 GMT -5
The wind stopped.
The whispers died.
The figure flinched again. It was subtle, as though their shoulder wa twitching away from something about to strike them...yet they were still almost too afraid to move.
As the Chipmunk approached the figure seemed to tremble, almost shaking at the sound of her voice. A hunched, thin, Bipedal something...
Wind crept across her face suddenly, like the caress of a lover. "I- please, my bo-... Ah, no pl-...Fini- Lleurela..."
The figure snapped upright, small round ears switching back on its head to face Lleurela. It staggered upright with alarming speed, before whirring around to face her.
"Lleurela...?" The face was shrunken, broken...unmistakable...
Her mother.
The animated corpse staggered forward, left arm held out as though to embrace her, the other hanging crookedly at her side, as though it had been broken many times over. The left half of her mother's face sagged, falling off slowly, while the right smiled in attempted delight. The result was a terrifying rictus.
"Lleurela... Come wi- I -an help. I can't fi- No! Finistr-!"
The voice grew no louder but was insistent, vibrating through the ground and causing the grotesque form of her mother to pause. She looked around confused, horrified.
"Lleurela...?"
The three dark entrances loomed behind the corpse, each looking more dark than the next.
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Post by Spiderfly on Sept 15, 2007 1:02:11 GMT -5
She could see the figure twitch and shake again, an odd queasy feeling filled her stomach. Something was.. . wrong, so very very wrong. As the figure stood up Lleurela took a step backwards just before it swung around.
Fuzz. .. everything was static, and slow and. . .unreal. She saw the arm raise, the gruesome delighted smile twisted by the broken visage. Lleurela couldn't feel, her legs, her body, nothing existed except for that horrific sight before her. She could sense that she had stepped backwards, too quickly, and fallen upon her knees.
In the back of her mind she registered the voice, continuing on around her now more insistently. But when her mother. . no, it couldn't be her mother. But . .it was. When her mother looked so terrified, confused, hot stinging tears began to fall down her face. "Mother" she whispered, reaching out to that horrible image.
"Mother. . . you. . you aren't real. But . . I love you!" She sobbed as she pushed herself to her feet rushing past the image and through the middle gate. And she ran. .
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Post by Nathalia on Sept 17, 2007 23:35:10 GMT -5
((Oh, god you ran through the middle gate, this could go on forever XD <3 <3 Yay!))
The corpse staggered, and began sobbing as the purple blur raced past it. It fell to it's knees and sobbed loudly, as though being tortured, slowly...it began to fall apart.
"Lleurela? Help! Oh, god, no...your father...no!"
As the Chipmunk raced away the voice became fainter, less distinct, almost as though a door had shut behind her when she dashed down the center path, muffling the cries.
After a few seconds of running, the absence of sound became much more noticeable...a few feet further, and the silence became almost oppressive, even Lleurela's own footsteps faded and became silent. Her own breathing...inaudible to her ears.
The high, dark, hedges loomed, still shifting in between odd reality and horrific life as the shadows changed. A ringing, clicking noise shattered the stillness, moving closer, echoing, the only sound audible over the horrible silence.
The walls seemed to grow darker, the leaves still moving, as though an invisible wind was tracing its way through them. They made no sound, the dark leaves dancing in increasingly impossible movements as the clicking sound became louder. Out of the blackness before her eyes appeared, tiny glowing dots of blue further down the corridor.
A voice suddenly shattered the stillness, sound raining back in dizzyingly, crashing around Lleurela all at once, the wind was roaring, suddenly tearing at her fur, and the creature that walked through the blackness toward her was laughing. A deep achingly sad chuckle, that was building toward a full throated laugh.
"My dear Lleurela...you have found me at last. Tell me, how is your dear mother? I'm sure you ran into her at the fountain..."
He reared out of the darkness at last, a tall, Human man, hair and eyes, a vibrant blue, lithe body poised like a spring, fully dressed in a black suit and tie. Thick soled leather boots were the instigator of the clicking sound. He stopped a few yards from her, and bowed formally.
"My dear Lleurela...what game shall we play?"
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Post by Spiderfly on Sept 20, 2007 18:49:00 GMT -5
Lleurela ran, tears streaming from her face. Every emotion coursing through her body so badly wanted to go back and speak to her mother. See her, even wrecked, one more time. Her heart screamed at her, breaking as she continued to run.
She heard her mothers last words and flinched. What about her father? No, she couldn't heed it. She mustn't. Her legs burned as she continued further, worrying that perhaps she had made her decision too quickly, too hastily. If anything the maze seemed to become darker and more forboding.
She jumped and nearly screamed at the sudden voice. Lleurela ducked her head desperately trying to keep her footing in the torrential wind before she saw the shape. She shuddered a little in fear.
"I . . my mother. . . " She choked a little, who was this form? What did he want.
"I know no games, only m. . mu.. music" She hardly got the last word out before she hesitantly mimicked his bow. How did he know her name?
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Post by Nathalia on Sept 23, 2007 19:20:29 GMT -5
The man before her brushed his long hair carelessly out of his eyes, gazing down at her without tilting his head, his eyes simply rolling down toward her, smile stretched thin and tight across his face.
"Oh yes...your mother... She wanted so badly to see you, I let her out for a bit so that you could talk to her, such a shame that you left her there on her own, really... What kind of daughter does that, now?"
His face began to look contemptuous, though the thin smile still graced his lips.
"Ah, how rude of me, I haven't even introduced myself, I am Finistris. It is good to meet you on this side, Lleurela, the rest of me had such good things to say about you..."
He tilted his head to the side at her stammered response, looking as though he might laugh at any moment. "Music? My dear, I don't do music...I have no use for it. Why don't you tell me why you're here, maybe we can work out an accord...?"
He leaned against one of the pulsating walls, almost appearing to fall partially through it. Eyes following her as she breathed as though she too were vibrating like the walls, he watched slow and calculating...taking in her essence.
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Post by Spiderfly on Sept 24, 2007 17:15:44 GMT -5
The way he moved, and didn't was unnerving. She watched those eyes roll down to her and that sickening smile stretch across his face. Her stomach was already uneasy from her meeting with that apparition of her mother and his appearance made it greatly worse.
His words hit her ears and stayed there ringing. . . Let her out. . . .Left her there alone?. . . She was. . really there? Sudden dropping feeling made Lleurela slump and she turned just in time to avoid throwing up on the man in front of her. Instead is splashed off to the side. She had never gotten sick from shock before, but surely there was a first time for everything.
"I'm. . a good . . . daughter." Her stomach heaved again as she hunched over to drop her head between her knees a little. She tilted her head up at the horrible man and slowly blinked her eyes as he introduced himself. Finistris. . . so he was the one she had to find.
The initial sickness passed and she stood up albeit a little shakily. "The r. .rest of you. . . Varestes?"
"I'm here to become a j. . .jack, to pass whatever test this is that V. . you ha. . ha... have put before me. "
Her strength came back in leaps and soon she was standing straight again though slightly flushed in her cheeks.
"What is it I need to . . to. . . do?"
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Post by Spiderfly on Sept 25, 2007 2:54:17 GMT -5
Spiderfly and Nat both receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Nathalia on Sept 26, 2007 14:01:50 GMT -5
Finistris watched dispassionately as the Villa dweller emptied the contents of her stomach. His eyebrows hiked upward slightly as she stammered out pitifully that she was a good daughter, disbelief evident on his face.
His lip curled slightly, as he stretched his legs and cracked his shoulders. His face reverting back to its normal, odd smile.
"Yes, she was really out there, it took me a lot to find her, I'm surprised you didn't stay longer, but let's not dwell on that, shall we? We have more important matters to discuss."
He listened to her stutter, the smile spreading across his face without showing his teeth.
"Oh, very good! The rest of me, yes, Varestes. Interesting character, is he not? I wonder when he'll decide to unburden me and let you out? Did he say what it was you were supposed to be doing?" He tilted his head to the side, long blue hair spilling over his neck, the pulses in the air making the slow gesture look eerie.
"If not, I suppose he meant for me to devise something. Oh my, this shall be fun... Did you see the other two exits, by any chance? Or were you too busy running blindly from your own mother?"
The sentence was said in a soft monotone, though the condescending tone could be picked out on his features.
"How about this? Go out there and look at the two portals, remember; the one that plays a sweet tune is lacking in the heart that belies the truth. Make sense out of that, and find the right exit...then perhaps I'll even let you see your mother in dreams..."
He turns suddenly, his outline wavering as he moves away from her, back down the path and into the darkness where he came from. His boots clicking on the marble until he fades from sight and the sound diminishes into nothing.
A quick look back out to the fountain center shows that the corpse is nowhere to be seen. The other two paths looks slightly different now. Slow hollow music plays from both. The one on the far left emanates a hint of soft pink light, pleasant laughter and an undertone of something like pitiful cries echo from its marble coated walls. The path on the far right is as dark as it was before, soft music floating from it, faintly, someone can be heard crying, though it sounds less like the sudden bursts in the other tunnel and more like a soft continuous sound.
From the center tunnel there is nothing, no sound and pure darkness, a void and nothing more.
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Post by Spiderfly on Sept 28, 2007 14:19:39 GMT -5
Lleurela felt better, her stomach no longer ached and her head stopped spinning. This. . . was a test. How could she get so upset? No. . she would do better, had to. She blinked a little at the question, previously assuming either half would know what the other one would be thinking at all times.
"I. . . He. . didn't really say. I saw the other two exits." She said softly. Lleurela's head lifted and she finally stopped shifting, this Finistris wasn't going to make her feel badly. What if he was still lieing? And that was a test she passed? She wouldn't allow it to occupy her mind.
With Finistris' words repeating in her head she moved back out to the center court and looked at the two gates. "the one that plays a sweet tune is lacking in the heart that belies the truth."
She sat upon the bench with a shiver, where she had first seen her mother. She listened intently to both other archways. "Sweet tune, belies, deceives, lies and misleads." She muttered to herself, deep in concentration. Her small hand went to her side instinctively to touch the small pouch and whistle for comfort. She shivered a bit and rolled her shoulders, thinking quite hard for someone that really never thought anything out this seriously before.
Her mind literally hurt but the answer, as she thought it was, began to come in flashes. Sweet song, lies, don't trust. The pink light with the laughter was definately the overtly sweeter of the two. But the cries in behind sang out in such discordance that it set her teeth on edge. No. . the answer must be the other one.
It held no lies, no false pretty overlay. It simply was what it was, dark, soft, constant.
Lleurela set off down the other path.
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Post by Nathalia on Oct 2, 2007 16:12:10 GMT -5
The soft crying noises and low music resonated around the passageway, never getting closer, nor fading away.
The passage itself appeared empty, the undulating walls and creeping shadows never moved to touch the future Jack and the soft sounds never contained any undertone of anger or malevolence.
The passage seemed to stretch on as long as the opening, winding into the darkness for what seemed an eternity. Finally there was a small pinpoint of light that speared through the moving shadows, the walls seemed more solid in comparison to the light, it was coming from the crack under a thick, bolted wooden door.
Leaning up against the door was Finistris.
Tall, relaxed, shoulders against the oak, he lounged while upright. Long blue hair spilling over the collar of his decorative shirt and falling nearly to his waist. He raised his eyebrows as Lleurela approached, a noncommittal sound escaping his lips.
"Well, I suppose it's good to see you...he's taken a liking to you, if you'd gotten lost I would have had to go and fetch you. It would be such a shame to have bad grievances between us."
He thrust his legs forward at the thigh and pushed himself off of the door without moving his upper half, he stared down at her, eyes half closed, as though curious.
"We will meet again, Lleurela." He pushed on the door, so that it opened slowly, the light beyond was practically blinding. He smiled, the light shining around his frame like a halo.
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