Kris sat in her bed, trying to sleep. The medication wasn’t working, and oddly enough the voices weren’t as insistent as they usually were. This gave her time to mull things over. A lot had happened in the past month. She got a boyfriend, reconciled with herself that she had an attraction to one of her friends, while secretly having more than friendship with the other. She went to testify in federal court, which was no small matter, and was abducted by her aunt, who handed her over to the one guy who could have easily swayed her to being a villainess. But, instead he was very nice to her, and showed her things that opened her eyes to what was going on. Then she found out her best friend in the entirety of anything was dead, and the rest sort of blurred, until she returned to Paragon City, and her world fell apart.
Nobody knew the heartache she felt. Of course, there were those who had similar things in their pasts, but it didn’t bring her girl back. She would have endured being gang raped better than this. If you could call what she was doing enduring. And, add to all of that this thing with Stasi. Kris closed her eyes and squeezed the tears away, and sniffled. Kris could never tell Tara how much all of this crap dealing with her friend was hurting her. It was all so surreal. She wished she had the guts to say what she had to say to Stasi, but, Kris’ upbringing didn’t permit it.
Maybe it was all for the best, anyway. The heartache of Lish’s death was nearly too much for Kris, and was resulting in some sort of mental disorder. The loss of Stasi would be just as bad, and probably would be all it would take to send the brunette to the asylum. And where was Lucky?! Kriss worried for her friends. She needed them. They somehow fed her, on a mental level. And, now they were gone or going away, leaving her alone to face the world. Sniffling, she closed her eyes for but a moment, and drifted into a sad, and troubled sleep.
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Kris O'Sullivan
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Kris sat in the storage room, at the keyboard of a really old harpsichord. It was a dark, rich red color, and it had a double row of keys, like the models made in baroque Bavaria. Until a few minutes ago, it had sat underneath a canvas and was covered in layers of dust. A metal plate indicated that the instrument had been donated by a Stephan VonHesse in 1933. Almost one hundred years had passed with this instrument in the school's hands. It was a miracle that it had survived the devastations of the Rikti Invasion.
Reaching up, Kris tried the keys to see if it would sound, and was thouroughly pleased by the deep sonorous voice of the bavarian instrument. She had often heard the flemmish and french models were comparitively shrill, next to these german ones. Now she had the proof. Not sufficiently pleased with herself, Kris began to play Bach's Fugue 12, and closed her eyes. It was easier to do this with her eyes closed, as she could feel the music flow from her. She wasn't sure how many pieces she played, but when she finnished her stomache growled, and the sun no longer illuminated the narrow windo in the room.
Standing, she smiled, then slid the canvas back to where it had been before, and turned out the light. She would need to ask Mimi who she needed to talk to about moving it to the conservatory, to be played again. Maybe she could do either a solo, or an ensemble with some of the other students, for the next winter. She liked that idea alot! her fingers protested a little, but she was very excited to know the music was still there.
Reaching up, Kris tried the keys to see if it would sound, and was thouroughly pleased by the deep sonorous voice of the bavarian instrument. She had often heard the flemmish and french models were comparitively shrill, next to these german ones. Now she had the proof. Not sufficiently pleased with herself, Kris began to play Bach's Fugue 12, and closed her eyes. It was easier to do this with her eyes closed, as she could feel the music flow from her. She wasn't sure how many pieces she played, but when she finnished her stomache growled, and the sun no longer illuminated the narrow windo in the room.
Standing, she smiled, then slid the canvas back to where it had been before, and turned out the light. She would need to ask Mimi who she needed to talk to about moving it to the conservatory, to be played again. Maybe she could do either a solo, or an ensemble with some of the other students, for the next winter. She liked that idea alot! her fingers protested a little, but she was very excited to know the music was still there.
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
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Simon St James
Simon opened his last locked box, the smell of the cedar was a poigniant remeinder of the love he was shown by his adoptive parents, who were his world. The older couple were very careful to let him have his childhood, but made it clear that the home was not a place for messing around. They were too old to handle the stresses of maliciously broken things, and overly angry words. Whenever he needed to vent, he would simply ask to be excused for fresh air, so he would not disrespect them. Of course the first few times were a bit touch and go, but he got it down, well enough.
Looking in the box, he saw what had been packed away in here. Comic books, magazines of various interests, from Playboy to Popular Mechanics, and even a few trophies for his singing in the church choir, and the various competitions they went to. Everyone seemed tolike his voice. Some because it was his accent, others because he tried to never raise it in anger, and yet others because he loved to sing, and it showed. Smiling, he put these thingsback away. These would come out, after they out him in a permanent quad, instead of the processing dorms.
There was also a carton of clove cigarettes, minus one box. He would need to do something about that. Maybe he could sell them, or just give them away. He fought the urge to take out a box, and to get his zippo. Eric had died because of these things. He wasn't sure if he was ready to deal with the implications of having smoked himself to death, just yet.
As sad as it all was, though, he still found a reason to smile. This was an actual school for kids with powers and abilities! His father would have hooked his thumbs in his suspenders and congratulated Simon, while his mother doted over him. The thought of that was more than a little humoring. Maybe it was time to go out and make them proud! To make himself proud!
Looking in the box, he saw what had been packed away in here. Comic books, magazines of various interests, from Playboy to Popular Mechanics, and even a few trophies for his singing in the church choir, and the various competitions they went to. Everyone seemed tolike his voice. Some because it was his accent, others because he tried to never raise it in anger, and yet others because he loved to sing, and it showed. Smiling, he put these thingsback away. These would come out, after they out him in a permanent quad, instead of the processing dorms.
There was also a carton of clove cigarettes, minus one box. He would need to do something about that. Maybe he could sell them, or just give them away. He fought the urge to take out a box, and to get his zippo. Eric had died because of these things. He wasn't sure if he was ready to deal with the implications of having smoked himself to death, just yet.
As sad as it all was, though, he still found a reason to smile. This was an actual school for kids with powers and abilities! His father would have hooked his thumbs in his suspenders and congratulated Simon, while his mother doted over him. The thought of that was more than a little humoring. Maybe it was time to go out and make them proud! To make himself proud!
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Simon St James
It was almost like a scene from any of a half dozen 1980's frat movies. Simon, clad in his silk charcoal grey boxers and a pair of tube socks slid past the doorway to the quad, inside the bathroom. His conveyance a towel. A radio blares Elvis Costello:
Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?
What goes on in that place in the dark?
Well I used to know a girl and I could have sworn
that her name was Veronica
Well she used to have a carefree mind of her own
and a delicate look in her eye
These days I'm afraid she's not even sure
if her name is Veronica
As he dried his hair, he considered for a moment that he was a bit of a quiet guy, compared to many of the others on campus. Mike was hardly ever around, and Simon had yet to meet the elusive Jai. But, from what everyone was saying the kid from the Caribean was surly an experience not to be missed. He wondered just how a lot of these kids got their education in, with the stories he was hearing of their exploits. He was going to take it easy on the heroics, himself. He wanted to meet people, and have fun.
Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,
Veronica has gone to hide?
and all the time she laughs at those who shout
her name and steal her clothes.
Veronica, Veronica, Veronica
Did the days drag by? Did the favours wane?
Did he roam down the town all the while?
did you wake from your dream, with a wolf at
the door, reaching out for Veronica
Well it was all of sixty-five years ago
When the world was the street where she lived
And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea
With a picture of Veronica
Maybe he might head out this weekend, and see what sort of fun was to be had under the Yellow. That other green girl, Barrier... Now she was an exotic girl! She looked like she could crush a volvo without a second thought. But, still... she was cute, in his book... She had said that under the Yellow was the place to be, so he was going to check it out.
On the "Empress of India"
And as she closed her eyes upon the world and
picked upon the bones of last week's news
She spoke his name outloud again
Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,
Veronica has gone to hide?
And all the time she laughs at those who shout
her name and steal her clothes.
Veronica, Veronica, Veronica
Veronica sits in har favorite chair
she sits in quiet and still
when they called her a name that they never get right
and that they'll know nobody else will
He laughed at himself, for a few seconds as he brushed his hair. He was hardly settled in, what was he going to go do? Get a girlfriend? Psh! Please... That was the last thing he needed. Maybe he should try to make friends, kill a semester or two, then look for a girlfriend. Yeah. There was a plan! So... Who was the target friend audience? Now there was a good question!
Well, she used to have a carefree mind of her own
with a devilish look in her eye
saying you can call me anything you like
but my name is Veronica
Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,
Veronica has gone to hide?
and all the time she laughs at those who shout
her name and steal her clothes.
Veronica, Veronica, Veronica
Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?
What goes on in that place in the dark?
Well I used to know a girl and I could have sworn
that her name was Veronica
Well she used to have a carefree mind of her own
and a delicate look in her eye
These days I'm afraid she's not even sure
if her name is Veronica
As he dried his hair, he considered for a moment that he was a bit of a quiet guy, compared to many of the others on campus. Mike was hardly ever around, and Simon had yet to meet the elusive Jai. But, from what everyone was saying the kid from the Caribean was surly an experience not to be missed. He wondered just how a lot of these kids got their education in, with the stories he was hearing of their exploits. He was going to take it easy on the heroics, himself. He wanted to meet people, and have fun.
Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,
Veronica has gone to hide?
and all the time she laughs at those who shout
her name and steal her clothes.
Veronica, Veronica, Veronica
Did the days drag by? Did the favours wane?
Did he roam down the town all the while?
did you wake from your dream, with a wolf at
the door, reaching out for Veronica
Well it was all of sixty-five years ago
When the world was the street where she lived
And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea
With a picture of Veronica
Maybe he might head out this weekend, and see what sort of fun was to be had under the Yellow. That other green girl, Barrier... Now she was an exotic girl! She looked like she could crush a volvo without a second thought. But, still... she was cute, in his book... She had said that under the Yellow was the place to be, so he was going to check it out.
On the "Empress of India"
And as she closed her eyes upon the world and
picked upon the bones of last week's news
She spoke his name outloud again
Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,
Veronica has gone to hide?
And all the time she laughs at those who shout
her name and steal her clothes.
Veronica, Veronica, Veronica
Veronica sits in har favorite chair
she sits in quiet and still
when they called her a name that they never get right
and that they'll know nobody else will
He laughed at himself, for a few seconds as he brushed his hair. He was hardly settled in, what was he going to go do? Get a girlfriend? Psh! Please... That was the last thing he needed. Maybe he should try to make friends, kill a semester or two, then look for a girlfriend. Yeah. There was a plan! So... Who was the target friend audience? Now there was a good question!
Well, she used to have a carefree mind of her own
with a devilish look in her eye
saying you can call me anything you like
but my name is Veronica
Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,
Veronica has gone to hide?
and all the time she laughs at those who shout
her name and steal her clothes.
Veronica, Veronica, Veronica
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Lucia Adriaens
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Breaking up the Girl
((OOC: In order to save the amount of writing needed, and get Lucia back on track to being her normal chipper self, I’m condensing a series of events over the past few weeks into one post, stretching from her stay in the Rogue Isles until the morning before her second meeting with MAGI [forthcoming as a full story]. Sorry that it's a bit long for an interlude post. Thanks to everyone who helped me. You know who ya are *grins*))
[in a modern culture
my friend you must be careful
they’ve a million ways to kill you]
She never knew that stone could get so cold.
Lucia huddled on the cot, curled up against the cold, head still pounding. How long had it been since she woke up here? Hours? Days? Probably not, but she couldn’t really be sure, not anymore. She stared blankly at the wall on the opposite side of the cell. She was afraid to fall asleep, unable to stand the blasted scene where she once saw a misty forest.
A loud crack and a flash of light at the edge of her vision startled her, and she jolted up, wincing at the sudden pain from her arm, as the cell door blew inward. She squinted into the smoke and flying debris, trying to make out the shapes in the doorway. Three people? No...four. Four people.
“Well, well, well...look what the tide washed in...”
Where had she heard that voice before?
[in this dangerous world
there’s an art to growing old
taking chances
magic happens]
“Lucky, what on earth did you think you were doing?"
“Stasis, please...” a pleading tone laced Lucia’s voice.
“Oh no. Don’t ‘Stasis, please’ me. What possessed you to think that going to the Rogue Isles-alone no less!-was even a remotely good idea?”
“I wanted to help Kris. It seemed like no one was doing anything...”
“We were. But we had to plan.”
“I left you a note...”
The air chilled. That was the thing about dealing with Stasis...when she was mad...you knew.
“A note.” Stasis’ voice was flat, deadly.
“Not my fault that you didn’t read it.”
Big mistake.
"Tell me."
Lucia stammered. "It was in the note. I went to visit...uh, family."
“You went to visit ‘family.’ Family? You're saying you lied to me, Lucky.”
“You would have tried to stop me...”
“You know it! Lucky, look at you!”
A long silence...Lucia fidgeted slightly, rubbing her newly-healed arm.
“So what you are telling me is that you went off, and didn’t tell anyone where you went?”
“That’s not true! I told Ezekiel. And Jaygo...”
"Jaygo. You told Jaygo. And didn't tell me."
Lucia paled, shivered, looked down at her feet.
“Why, Lucky? Why tell him?”
“He’s the one who...”
She could see her breath now...
“He’s the one who what?”
Another awkward silence.
Stasis cursed under her breath, and stormed out of the room. Lucia looked up and let out a shaky breath.
At least the frost on the mirror was pretty.
[one mistake’s all it takes
and your life has come undone
walk away ‘cause your breaking up the girl
its a drag
I know its hard
but you’re tearing her apart
walk away ‘cause your breaking up the girl]
“...you know, our little stunt got my friend in a great deal of trouble. He won’t even talk to me right now...”
“I apologize, Jaygo. I didn’t mean for you to risk a contact for me...”
“Don’t worry about it. He was a jerk anyways. How’d it go?”
“That’s a long story.”
“I’ve got time.”
“I don’t have my powers anymore.”
Silence on the line.
“Oh, Lucia, I’m so sorry...”
“Not your fault.”
“I shouldn’t have let you go alone.”
“I was stubborn.”
And stupid
[I am afraid
that there’s much to be afraid of
here today and gone tomorrow]
“Well, Ms. Adriaens, the test results are back. There is nothing physically wrong with you that we can detect. You appear one hundred percent normal.”
“That’s the problem, Doctor.”
“I don’t think there is anything more I can do for you. Perhaps you should speak to someone at MAGI.”
[don’t end up in the gutter
just like the one before you
just the same
you’re such a loser]
She’d been here many times before. She remembered the mist, the trees, the snow; all of it.
Gone, all gone. The remaining trees were twisted clawing grasping shadows of their former selves. Instead of mist and snow, there was only hardening mud and a sickly stagnent smell pervading the air. The murmur of voices was gone too, leaving only silence.
She hated coming here now.
A flicker of white caught her eyes, and she turned to see a single white feather fluttering to the ground. She leaned forward and caught it.
...find us...
She looked around, looking for the source of the sound.
...we will make you whole again...
“Where are you? Who are you?”
...why haven’t you called us?
“I don’t know how!” she cried.
The feather grew warm in her hands, bursting into a nearly incandescant blue flame. Startled, she dropped it, backing away. Instead of falling to the ground, it floated in midair, the flames writhed and twisted until they formed the spiraling sign that she’d seen so many times before...
What did it mean?
[one mistake’s all it takes
and your life has come undone
walk away ‘cause your breaking up the girl
its a drag
I know its hard
but you’re tearing her apart
walk away ‘cause your breaking up the girl]
Lucia woke suddenly, her forehead beaded with sweat. A nightmare? She’s had them often enough these days.
She couldn’t remember what she had seen. Already the last of the visions were being swept away by the early morning sun shining in through the window. She sighed, reached up to brush her tussled hair out of her eyes.
What was that blue stuff all over her sheets?
Confused, Lucia looked around, until she spotted her makeup, normally neatly arranged on the dresser behind her bed, scattered all over. Had she reached for it in the middle of the night, and gotten eyeshadow all over her hands?
Strange.
Well, she’d have to get it all cleaned up now. With a sigh, she quickly rearranged her makeup, and set to stripping off the sheets and blanket from her bed.
A stick of eyeliner clattered to the ground as she yanked the blanket out from the edge of the bed against the wall, where it had gotten bunched up, but she didn’t notice it. She took a step back from her bed, cracking the stick under her bare foot.
Scrawled on the wall, in her dark blue eyeliner, was a symbol...
That symbol.
[gotta let it go because you’re breaking up the girl...]
((OOC: In order to save the amount of writing needed, and get Lucia back on track to being her normal chipper self, I’m condensing a series of events over the past few weeks into one post, stretching from her stay in the Rogue Isles until the morning before her second meeting with MAGI [forthcoming as a full story]. Sorry that it's a bit long for an interlude post. Thanks to everyone who helped me. You know who ya are *grins*))
[in a modern culture
my friend you must be careful
they’ve a million ways to kill you]
She never knew that stone could get so cold.
Lucia huddled on the cot, curled up against the cold, head still pounding. How long had it been since she woke up here? Hours? Days? Probably not, but she couldn’t really be sure, not anymore. She stared blankly at the wall on the opposite side of the cell. She was afraid to fall asleep, unable to stand the blasted scene where she once saw a misty forest.
A loud crack and a flash of light at the edge of her vision startled her, and she jolted up, wincing at the sudden pain from her arm, as the cell door blew inward. She squinted into the smoke and flying debris, trying to make out the shapes in the doorway. Three people? No...four. Four people.
“Well, well, well...look what the tide washed in...”
Where had she heard that voice before?
[in this dangerous world
there’s an art to growing old
taking chances
magic happens]
“Lucky, what on earth did you think you were doing?"
“Stasis, please...” a pleading tone laced Lucia’s voice.
“Oh no. Don’t ‘Stasis, please’ me. What possessed you to think that going to the Rogue Isles-alone no less!-was even a remotely good idea?”
“I wanted to help Kris. It seemed like no one was doing anything...”
“We were. But we had to plan.”
“I left you a note...”
The air chilled. That was the thing about dealing with Stasis...when she was mad...you knew.
“A note.” Stasis’ voice was flat, deadly.
“Not my fault that you didn’t read it.”
Big mistake.
"Tell me."
Lucia stammered. "It was in the note. I went to visit...uh, family."
“You went to visit ‘family.’ Family? You're saying you lied to me, Lucky.”
“You would have tried to stop me...”
“You know it! Lucky, look at you!”
A long silence...Lucia fidgeted slightly, rubbing her newly-healed arm.
“So what you are telling me is that you went off, and didn’t tell anyone where you went?”
“That’s not true! I told Ezekiel. And Jaygo...”
"Jaygo. You told Jaygo. And didn't tell me."
Lucia paled, shivered, looked down at her feet.
“Why, Lucky? Why tell him?”
“He’s the one who...”
She could see her breath now...
“He’s the one who what?”
Another awkward silence.
Stasis cursed under her breath, and stormed out of the room. Lucia looked up and let out a shaky breath.
At least the frost on the mirror was pretty.
[one mistake’s all it takes
and your life has come undone
walk away ‘cause your breaking up the girl
its a drag
I know its hard
but you’re tearing her apart
walk away ‘cause your breaking up the girl]
“...you know, our little stunt got my friend in a great deal of trouble. He won’t even talk to me right now...”
“I apologize, Jaygo. I didn’t mean for you to risk a contact for me...”
“Don’t worry about it. He was a jerk anyways. How’d it go?”
“That’s a long story.”
“I’ve got time.”
“I don’t have my powers anymore.”
Silence on the line.
“Oh, Lucia, I’m so sorry...”
“Not your fault.”
“I shouldn’t have let you go alone.”
“I was stubborn.”
And stupid
[I am afraid
that there’s much to be afraid of
here today and gone tomorrow]
“Well, Ms. Adriaens, the test results are back. There is nothing physically wrong with you that we can detect. You appear one hundred percent normal.”
“That’s the problem, Doctor.”
“I don’t think there is anything more I can do for you. Perhaps you should speak to someone at MAGI.”
[don’t end up in the gutter
just like the one before you
just the same
you’re such a loser]
She’d been here many times before. She remembered the mist, the trees, the snow; all of it.
Gone, all gone. The remaining trees were twisted clawing grasping shadows of their former selves. Instead of mist and snow, there was only hardening mud and a sickly stagnent smell pervading the air. The murmur of voices was gone too, leaving only silence.
She hated coming here now.
A flicker of white caught her eyes, and she turned to see a single white feather fluttering to the ground. She leaned forward and caught it.
...find us...
She looked around, looking for the source of the sound.
...we will make you whole again...
“Where are you? Who are you?”
...why haven’t you called us?
“I don’t know how!” she cried.
The feather grew warm in her hands, bursting into a nearly incandescant blue flame. Startled, she dropped it, backing away. Instead of falling to the ground, it floated in midair, the flames writhed and twisted until they formed the spiraling sign that she’d seen so many times before...
What did it mean?
[one mistake’s all it takes
and your life has come undone
walk away ‘cause your breaking up the girl
its a drag
I know its hard
but you’re tearing her apart
walk away ‘cause your breaking up the girl]
Lucia woke suddenly, her forehead beaded with sweat. A nightmare? She’s had them often enough these days.
She couldn’t remember what she had seen. Already the last of the visions were being swept away by the early morning sun shining in through the window. She sighed, reached up to brush her tussled hair out of her eyes.
What was that blue stuff all over her sheets?
Confused, Lucia looked around, until she spotted her makeup, normally neatly arranged on the dresser behind her bed, scattered all over. Had she reached for it in the middle of the night, and gotten eyeshadow all over her hands?
Strange.
Well, she’d have to get it all cleaned up now. With a sigh, she quickly rearranged her makeup, and set to stripping off the sheets and blanket from her bed.
A stick of eyeliner clattered to the ground as she yanked the blanket out from the edge of the bed against the wall, where it had gotten bunched up, but she didn’t notice it. She took a step back from her bed, cracking the stick under her bare foot.
Scrawled on the wall, in her dark blue eyeliner, was a symbol...
That symbol.
[gotta let it go because you’re breaking up the girl...]
Where there is pain, let me bring healing.
Where there is darkness, let me bring forth a light...
Where there is darkness, let me bring forth a light...
Kali sits in Elglish Lit class writting in her notebook. To everyone around her it appears shes doing her assignment. But the notebook in front of her reads of not homework at all.
In small flowing script she wrotes...
Jaygo,
I know things have been difficult these last few weeks. I've been thinming alot and I think maybe we make better friends than anything else. Please dont hate me for this. I mean I know You really arent the kind of guy that should be tied down to any one girl . It was wrong of me to think you could be. So I guess what im tryin to say is , thanks for being there for me when I needed a friend. Ill never forget that and if you ever need someone to listen to you Ill always be near. If you want the jewelry box and necklace back i understand. I had your jacket cleaned , but it prolly needs it again , I forgot and sprayed perfume on this morning when i was wearing it to school.
love Kali
As she folds the note carefully she tucks inside a photo of the 2 of them together Sapphire took at the beach they had all played at.
The flourescent lighting in the halls shine brightly down upon the students as they pass each other in the hall ways.
Kali carries Jaygos jacket with her , A small note carefully folded and tucked inside the pocket. Barely sticking up to make sure he notices it.
She makes a stop at her locker , puts a few books inside and retireives another from inside for her next class.
Turning around she notices Cricket doing the same and she makes her way across the hall to where she stands. A smile on her face.
" Hey there , I saw Your cheerleading tryouts , you were fantastic!" Kali exclaims as she leans foreward and kisses Crickets cheek followed by a hug.
" I'll catch up to you after class ok? Im running behind and I need to make one more stop " Kali tells her while glancing toward the jacket.
As the two girls begin to part ways Jaygo saunters around the corner of the hallway. That same chariming smile adorning His face.
Kali sighs quietly. Looking back to Cricket as she waits for Jaygo to get closer.
Cricket takes Kalis hand in hers , " You want me to wait with you? " she asks.
" I dont know.... I think , maybe it'd be better if I do this on my own" Kali says to her . She notices Cricket stays put tho at least for now. Still holding her hand.
Kali watches as Jaygo approaches her. That smile... that charming smile, and those eyes. Her heart sinks a moment but she knows this is for the best. She pulls her hand slowly from Crickets and approaches Jaygo slowly. She cant look up at Him. Not right now. She hands Him the jacket and says quietly , i left you something in the pocket.
Quickly she hurries in the opposite direction, avoiding Jaygos confused gaze as he grabs the jacket before it hits the floor.
In small flowing script she wrotes...
Jaygo,
I know things have been difficult these last few weeks. I've been thinming alot and I think maybe we make better friends than anything else. Please dont hate me for this. I mean I know You really arent the kind of guy that should be tied down to any one girl . It was wrong of me to think you could be. So I guess what im tryin to say is , thanks for being there for me when I needed a friend. Ill never forget that and if you ever need someone to listen to you Ill always be near. If you want the jewelry box and necklace back i understand. I had your jacket cleaned , but it prolly needs it again , I forgot and sprayed perfume on this morning when i was wearing it to school.
love Kali
As she folds the note carefully she tucks inside a photo of the 2 of them together Sapphire took at the beach they had all played at.
The flourescent lighting in the halls shine brightly down upon the students as they pass each other in the hall ways.
Kali carries Jaygos jacket with her , A small note carefully folded and tucked inside the pocket. Barely sticking up to make sure he notices it.
She makes a stop at her locker , puts a few books inside and retireives another from inside for her next class.
Turning around she notices Cricket doing the same and she makes her way across the hall to where she stands. A smile on her face.
" Hey there , I saw Your cheerleading tryouts , you were fantastic!" Kali exclaims as she leans foreward and kisses Crickets cheek followed by a hug.
" I'll catch up to you after class ok? Im running behind and I need to make one more stop " Kali tells her while glancing toward the jacket.
As the two girls begin to part ways Jaygo saunters around the corner of the hallway. That same chariming smile adorning His face.
Kali sighs quietly. Looking back to Cricket as she waits for Jaygo to get closer.
Cricket takes Kalis hand in hers , " You want me to wait with you? " she asks.
" I dont know.... I think , maybe it'd be better if I do this on my own" Kali says to her . She notices Cricket stays put tho at least for now. Still holding her hand.
Kali watches as Jaygo approaches her. That smile... that charming smile, and those eyes. Her heart sinks a moment but she knows this is for the best. She pulls her hand slowly from Crickets and approaches Jaygo slowly. She cant look up at Him. Not right now. She hands Him the jacket and says quietly , i left you something in the pocket.
Quickly she hurries in the opposite direction, avoiding Jaygos confused gaze as he grabs the jacket before it hits the floor.
“Stasis Kiss: Sometimes you just have to do something drastic and shake things around a little. ”
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Sapphire
Angel walks through the halls, her sunglasses resting on the bridge of her nose. She walks up, in time to see Kali and Cricket standing, holding hands. Angel looks over to see Jaygo approach. She goes to smile, but something is holding her back. She watches Kali not make eye contact, hand him a jacket, speak to him, then turn to rush off. Jaygo grabs the jacket before it hits the ground, looking a bit confused, but then nothing.
Angel lowers her head and turns to walk away from the scene. She knows now what she needs to do. She heads back to her locker, grabbing her blue leather-racing jacket, and throwing her books inside. She slams the door and puts her jacket on. She runs back to her dorm room and immediately switches out of her school uniform, to her fighting gear. She looks at the clock, noting the 11:45 am time. She’s not going to the rest of her classes for the day. She has to finish this. She’s made a mess of things and wants to fix it, now.
She grabs her cell phone and dials a number. She holds the phone to her ear and sighs because she needs to leave a message.
“Hey, it’s me. I know you’re in classes right now. I’m sorry, but we need to talk. I thought I could do this, but everything is… I’ve hurt someone close to me and I want to make it right again. We need to start working on that project, now. I’ll be in town, blowing off some steam. Call me back on my private comm., as soon as you can.”
She hangs up the phone and tucks it away in her computer drawer, making sure it’s been powered off. She walks over and opens the window. She climbs out, sitting on the ledge, then jumps off to hover. She turns around, closing the window, then flies off, heading towards Striga.
"This needs to end..."
Angel lowers her head and turns to walk away from the scene. She knows now what she needs to do. She heads back to her locker, grabbing her blue leather-racing jacket, and throwing her books inside. She slams the door and puts her jacket on. She runs back to her dorm room and immediately switches out of her school uniform, to her fighting gear. She looks at the clock, noting the 11:45 am time. She’s not going to the rest of her classes for the day. She has to finish this. She’s made a mess of things and wants to fix it, now.
She grabs her cell phone and dials a number. She holds the phone to her ear and sighs because she needs to leave a message.
“Hey, it’s me. I know you’re in classes right now. I’m sorry, but we need to talk. I thought I could do this, but everything is… I’ve hurt someone close to me and I want to make it right again. We need to start working on that project, now. I’ll be in town, blowing off some steam. Call me back on my private comm., as soon as you can.”
She hangs up the phone and tucks it away in her computer drawer, making sure it’s been powered off. She walks over and opens the window. She climbs out, sitting on the ledge, then jumps off to hover. She turns around, closing the window, then flies off, heading towards Striga.
"This needs to end..."
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Kris O'Sullivan
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- Joined: Tue Feb 14, 2006 8:55 pm
- Location: Paragon City, Rhode Island
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Kris waited for the choir to finish their practicing, before disturbing Sister Mary Carmen. The singing was absolutely beautiful, and she wished she could sing, but knew she had no talent for that. The eventual interlude of music finished, and several students left. Looking from her book of the hour, Kris decided to go ahead and speak with the sister, whose initials, when said after her title made her Sister M.C. .
"Sister," the red head asked cheerfully, as she approached the sister at her podium. "Can I talk with you, and possibly ask you a small favor?"
"Hmm," the nun intoned questioningly as she turned to look at the source of the question. "Oh! Certainly, Kristina. Are you interested in joining the choir? Another voice in the celestial chorus to Him?"
"No," Kris shook her head, grinning. "I had been nosey recently, and noticed a 16th century harpsichord in the storage room. And, I've been playing on it, but I want to play it for others, but am not sure I want to play for the student body, just yet. Is it okay if maybe I moved a few things around, and decorated a bit, so I could have a few people listen? That way, I might get comfortable enough to play for big groups of people."
"You play the harpsichord," the Sister asked. "I didn't see that in your profile, Kristina."
"I don't like to advertise it. Usually I get made fun of because it isn't a traditional instrument," the red haired teen appologized. "But, I also play piano, and have an interest in violins."
"Well," Mary Carmen smiled. "That's rather impressive! I tell you what. I'll think it over, then I'll ask if that's okay. When I hear something, I'll let you know."
"Thanks, Sister MC, er, Sister Mary Carmen. Sorry," Kris replied, not being able to believe she let that out. "I- Uhhh... Thanks!"
The girl spun and headed out, both happy, and embarassed...
"Sister," the red head asked cheerfully, as she approached the sister at her podium. "Can I talk with you, and possibly ask you a small favor?"
"Hmm," the nun intoned questioningly as she turned to look at the source of the question. "Oh! Certainly, Kristina. Are you interested in joining the choir? Another voice in the celestial chorus to Him?"
"No," Kris shook her head, grinning. "I had been nosey recently, and noticed a 16th century harpsichord in the storage room. And, I've been playing on it, but I want to play it for others, but am not sure I want to play for the student body, just yet. Is it okay if maybe I moved a few things around, and decorated a bit, so I could have a few people listen? That way, I might get comfortable enough to play for big groups of people."
"You play the harpsichord," the Sister asked. "I didn't see that in your profile, Kristina."
"I don't like to advertise it. Usually I get made fun of because it isn't a traditional instrument," the red haired teen appologized. "But, I also play piano, and have an interest in violins."
"Well," Mary Carmen smiled. "That's rather impressive! I tell you what. I'll think it over, then I'll ask if that's okay. When I hear something, I'll let you know."
"Thanks, Sister MC, er, Sister Mary Carmen. Sorry," Kris replied, not being able to believe she let that out. "I- Uhhh... Thanks!"
The girl spun and headed out, both happy, and embarassed...
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Kali stands in Pocket D. If anyone knew she was here like this they would never have believed it.
As she speaks with the mysterious gentleman she learns a few little things she cant bring herslef to believe.
The jade necklace .... the delicate symbols carved on the back , the sunrise carving on the front. How could this person have known the meanings? His words are locked in her mind.. repeating over and over
Let me recite from memory , the runes say....
As the sun does rise
As the oceans flow
As ever do the skies go on
All is eternal
Nothing forever slumbers
What once shall be
What is shall rest
And tomorrow has already come
How did He know without looking? She wished she could talk to Jaygo and see if He had the answers , but she couldnt even look at Him right now. She was still too ashamed of all she had let happen and felt as if she had totally betrayed His trust in her as well
As she speaks with the mysterious gentleman she learns a few little things she cant bring herslef to believe.
The jade necklace .... the delicate symbols carved on the back , the sunrise carving on the front. How could this person have known the meanings? His words are locked in her mind.. repeating over and over
Let me recite from memory , the runes say....
As the sun does rise
As the oceans flow
As ever do the skies go on
All is eternal
Nothing forever slumbers
What once shall be
What is shall rest
And tomorrow has already come
How did He know without looking? She wished she could talk to Jaygo and see if He had the answers , but she couldnt even look at Him right now. She was still too ashamed of all she had let happen and felt as if she had totally betrayed His trust in her as well
“Stasis Kiss: Sometimes you just have to do something drastic and shake things around a little. ”
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Kris O'Sullivan
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- Joined: Tue Feb 14, 2006 8:55 pm
- Location: Paragon City, Rhode Island
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Kris sat at the desk in the quad, reading her letter from Paragon State University. They had accepted her letter of application. But, before she had a chance to feel the panic of the anticipated move from off of the St Joseph's campus, she read the addendum for her advancement in her powers, and the general preparedness of the Founder's Falls campus to handle paranormals. It seemed that GIFT, MAGI, and SERAPH had yet to sign off on the facility's being super-safe. So, they were sending her course load to the school, and adding additional curriculum to satisfy the SJS Administration's concerns for her studies.
It was wild. She was going to continue as a high school student, but would be taking a few high school courses as well. She supposed she would finally have some classes with Malcom Taylor. She really enjoyed discussing the endless potential of the human genome with him, although he often went over her head. It was very nice to know there was someone smarter than herself. She really liked this idea. Now she could actually learn something, get to be a kid, and keep her boyfriend, all at the same time. Not to mention keep her other friends. Now all they needed were two more girls in the quad, to put Q5 back on the map!
It was wild. She was going to continue as a high school student, but would be taking a few high school courses as well. She supposed she would finally have some classes with Malcom Taylor. She really enjoyed discussing the endless potential of the human genome with him, although he often went over her head. It was very nice to know there was someone smarter than herself. She really liked this idea. Now she could actually learn something, get to be a kid, and keep her boyfriend, all at the same time. Not to mention keep her other friends. Now all they needed were two more girls in the quad, to put Q5 back on the map!
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
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Simon St James
Simon opened the old leather bound book he had inherrited from his father. It was all his father ever had to say on life, but the first page was the page that said more than any other.
The Oath of the Champion:
"My dearest lady at this juncture I find myself bereft of a Lady to champion. It would be a great honor for myself and my entire Household if I could fight with your favor, and be your champion in this upcoming Affair of Arms. I will do my best to prove the strength of my arms so that I may show to those nobles assembled your great honor, beauty, and gentle grace."
Virtues of Chivalrous Love:
-Modesty
-Attentiveness
-Honesty
-Gracefulness
-Good Grooming
-Faithfulness
-Discretion
-Generousity
-Worthiness of Praise
The Twelve Chief Rules in Love:
1] Thou shalt avoid avarice like the deadly pestilence and shalt embrace its opposite.
2] Thou shalt keep thyself chaste for the sake of her whom thou lovest.
3] Thou shalt not knowingly strive to break up a correct love affair that someone else is engaged in.
4] Thou shalt not chose for thy love anyone whom a natural sense of shame forbids thee to marry.
5] Be mindful completely to avoid falsehood.
6] Thou shalt not have many who know of thy love affair.
7] Being obedient in all things to the commands of ladies, thou shalt ever strive to ally thyself to the service of Love.
8] In giving and receiving love's solaces let modesty be ever present.
9] Thou shalt speak no evil.
10] Thou shalt not be a revealer of love affairs.
11] Thou shalt be in all things polite and courteous.
12] In practising the solaces of love thou shalt not exceed the desires of thy lover.
The Art of Courtly Love:
-Marriage is no real excuse for not loving.
-He who is not jealous cannot love.
-No one can be bound by a double love.
-It is well known that love is always increasing or decreasing.
-That which a lover takes against the will of his beloved has no relish.
-Boys do not love until they reach the age of maturity.
-When one lover dies, a widowhood of two years is required of the survivor.
-No one should be deprived of love without the very best of reasons.
-No one can love unless he is propelled by the persuasion of love.
-Love is always a stranger in the home of avarice.
-It is not proper to love any woman whom one would be ashamed to seek to marry.
-A true lover does not desire to embrace in love anyone except his beloved.
-When made public love rarely endures.
-The easy attainment of love makes it of little value: difficulty of attainment makes it prized.
-Every lover regularly turns pale in the presence of his beloved.
-When a lover suddenly catches sight of his beloved his heart palpitates.
-A new love puts an old one to flight.
-Good character alone makes any man worthy of love.
-If love diminishes, it quickly fails and rarely revives.
-A man in love is always apprehensive.
-Real jealousy always increases the feeling of love.
-Jealousy increases when one suspects his beloved.
-He whom the thought of love vexes eats and sleeps very little.
-Every act of a lover ends in the thought of his beloved.
-A true lover considers nothing good except what he thinks will please his beloved.
-Love can deny nothing to love.
-A lover can never have enough of the solaces of his beloved.
-A slight presumption causes a lover to suspect his beloved.
-A man who is vexed by too much passion usually does not love.
-A true lover is constantly and without intermission possessed by the thought of his beloved.
-Nothing forbids one woman being loved by two men or one man by two women.
Charlemagne's Code of Chivalry:
-To fear God and maintain His Church
-To serve the liege lord in valour and faith
-To protect the weak and defenceless
-To give succour to widows and orphans
-To refrain from the wanton giving of offence
-To live by honour and for glory
-To despise pecuniary reward
-To fight for the welfare of all
-To obey those placed in authority
-To guard the honour of fellow knights
-To eschew unfairness, meanness and deceit
-To keep faith
-At all times to speak the truth
-To persevere to the end in any enterprise begun
-To respect the honour of women
-Never to refuse a challenge from an equal
-Never to turn the back upon a foe.
The Duke of Burgundy defined the knight's Twelve Chivalric Virtues as:
-Faith
-Charity
-Justice
-Sagacity
-Prudence
-Temperance
-Resolution
-Truth
-Liberality
-Diligence
-Hope
-Valour
The Ten Commandments of the Code of Chivalry:
I) Thou shalt believe all that the Church teaches, and shalt observe all its directions.
II) Thou shalt defend the Church.
III) Thou shalt repect all weaknesses, and shalt constitute thyself the defender of them.
IV) Thou shalt love the country in the which thou wast born.
V) Thou shalt not recoil before thine enemy.
VI) Thou shalt make war against the Infidel without cessation, and without mercy.
VII) Thou shalt perform scrupulously thy feudal duties, if they be not contrary to the laws of God.
VIII) Thou shalt never lie, and shall remain faithful to thy pledged word.
IX) Thou shalt be generous, and give largess to everyone.
X) Thou shalt be everywhere and always the champion of the Right and the Good against Injustice and Evil.
It was a hard series of things to place one's self to, but it was what he tried to do, and he felt he generally did it, though being human, he made mistakes, just like the next guy. The trick was to not make the same mistake repeatedly. Of course there were a few tweaks to make to the rules, since feudalism was over and dead, but it was still a good set of values to live by.
Simon closed the book, and felt himself being calmed by the memory of his parents, and their kindness. He wondered what to say to Siren, other than to appologize for leaving to come back to the campus so quickly. He also wondered what to do about his mixed feelings that his friend had said the things he did. People were falible, so he needed to tell Mike it was all okay. And he needed to make sure Siren was alright, too.
The Oath of the Champion:
"My dearest lady at this juncture I find myself bereft of a Lady to champion. It would be a great honor for myself and my entire Household if I could fight with your favor, and be your champion in this upcoming Affair of Arms. I will do my best to prove the strength of my arms so that I may show to those nobles assembled your great honor, beauty, and gentle grace."
Virtues of Chivalrous Love:
-Modesty
-Attentiveness
-Honesty
-Gracefulness
-Good Grooming
-Faithfulness
-Discretion
-Generousity
-Worthiness of Praise
The Twelve Chief Rules in Love:
1] Thou shalt avoid avarice like the deadly pestilence and shalt embrace its opposite.
2] Thou shalt keep thyself chaste for the sake of her whom thou lovest.
3] Thou shalt not knowingly strive to break up a correct love affair that someone else is engaged in.
4] Thou shalt not chose for thy love anyone whom a natural sense of shame forbids thee to marry.
5] Be mindful completely to avoid falsehood.
6] Thou shalt not have many who know of thy love affair.
7] Being obedient in all things to the commands of ladies, thou shalt ever strive to ally thyself to the service of Love.
8] In giving and receiving love's solaces let modesty be ever present.
9] Thou shalt speak no evil.
10] Thou shalt not be a revealer of love affairs.
11] Thou shalt be in all things polite and courteous.
12] In practising the solaces of love thou shalt not exceed the desires of thy lover.
The Art of Courtly Love:
-Marriage is no real excuse for not loving.
-He who is not jealous cannot love.
-No one can be bound by a double love.
-It is well known that love is always increasing or decreasing.
-That which a lover takes against the will of his beloved has no relish.
-Boys do not love until they reach the age of maturity.
-When one lover dies, a widowhood of two years is required of the survivor.
-No one should be deprived of love without the very best of reasons.
-No one can love unless he is propelled by the persuasion of love.
-Love is always a stranger in the home of avarice.
-It is not proper to love any woman whom one would be ashamed to seek to marry.
-A true lover does not desire to embrace in love anyone except his beloved.
-When made public love rarely endures.
-The easy attainment of love makes it of little value: difficulty of attainment makes it prized.
-Every lover regularly turns pale in the presence of his beloved.
-When a lover suddenly catches sight of his beloved his heart palpitates.
-A new love puts an old one to flight.
-Good character alone makes any man worthy of love.
-If love diminishes, it quickly fails and rarely revives.
-A man in love is always apprehensive.
-Real jealousy always increases the feeling of love.
-Jealousy increases when one suspects his beloved.
-He whom the thought of love vexes eats and sleeps very little.
-Every act of a lover ends in the thought of his beloved.
-A true lover considers nothing good except what he thinks will please his beloved.
-Love can deny nothing to love.
-A lover can never have enough of the solaces of his beloved.
-A slight presumption causes a lover to suspect his beloved.
-A man who is vexed by too much passion usually does not love.
-A true lover is constantly and without intermission possessed by the thought of his beloved.
-Nothing forbids one woman being loved by two men or one man by two women.
Charlemagne's Code of Chivalry:
-To fear God and maintain His Church
-To serve the liege lord in valour and faith
-To protect the weak and defenceless
-To give succour to widows and orphans
-To refrain from the wanton giving of offence
-To live by honour and for glory
-To despise pecuniary reward
-To fight for the welfare of all
-To obey those placed in authority
-To guard the honour of fellow knights
-To eschew unfairness, meanness and deceit
-To keep faith
-At all times to speak the truth
-To persevere to the end in any enterprise begun
-To respect the honour of women
-Never to refuse a challenge from an equal
-Never to turn the back upon a foe.
The Duke of Burgundy defined the knight's Twelve Chivalric Virtues as:
-Faith
-Charity
-Justice
-Sagacity
-Prudence
-Temperance
-Resolution
-Truth
-Liberality
-Diligence
-Hope
-Valour
The Ten Commandments of the Code of Chivalry:
I) Thou shalt believe all that the Church teaches, and shalt observe all its directions.
II) Thou shalt defend the Church.
III) Thou shalt repect all weaknesses, and shalt constitute thyself the defender of them.
IV) Thou shalt love the country in the which thou wast born.
V) Thou shalt not recoil before thine enemy.
VI) Thou shalt make war against the Infidel without cessation, and without mercy.
VII) Thou shalt perform scrupulously thy feudal duties, if they be not contrary to the laws of God.
VIII) Thou shalt never lie, and shall remain faithful to thy pledged word.
IX) Thou shalt be generous, and give largess to everyone.
X) Thou shalt be everywhere and always the champion of the Right and the Good against Injustice and Evil.
It was a hard series of things to place one's self to, but it was what he tried to do, and he felt he generally did it, though being human, he made mistakes, just like the next guy. The trick was to not make the same mistake repeatedly. Of course there were a few tweaks to make to the rules, since feudalism was over and dead, but it was still a good set of values to live by.
Simon closed the book, and felt himself being calmed by the memory of his parents, and their kindness. He wondered what to say to Siren, other than to appologize for leaving to come back to the campus so quickly. He also wondered what to do about his mixed feelings that his friend had said the things he did. People were falible, so he needed to tell Mike it was all okay. And he needed to make sure Siren was alright, too.
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Simon St James
Simon opened the armoire, and froze. The scrapbook his mother and father had kept was missing. He searched all through his belongings for it, then throughout the room. His adoption papers were in that book, along with his entire history, as seen through the eyes of his parents. He had to find it. Finally he found a manilla folder on his desk that wasn't his. Opening the folder, he found a scrap of newspaper from here in Paragon City.
"Amid destruction in Baumton, family suffers after initial onslaught"
The article was almost a page in length, but it detailed a particular family in what was now Boomtown having survived the initial wave of the Rikti Invasion, only to have lost one of their sons to a kidnapping. There was a picture of a young woman with a boy who looked like Simon, only with no chin hair. Something told Simon this was only the start of something bigger than he could comprehend.
"Amid destruction in Baumton, family suffers after initial onslaught"
The article was almost a page in length, but it detailed a particular family in what was now Boomtown having survived the initial wave of the Rikti Invasion, only to have lost one of their sons to a kidnapping. There was a picture of a young woman with a boy who looked like Simon, only with no chin hair. Something told Simon this was only the start of something bigger than he could comprehend.
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Lucia Adriaens
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Lucia lay sprawled face down on her bed, music blasting through her headphones as she desperately tried to drown out the memory of that night’s events. She had overreacted, ran out like a scared little girl, and she didn’t even know why.
It wasn’t because he was famous, or talented, or good-looking. It wasn’t because she’d had a crush on him, ever since she had seen him in a theatre once. She’d walked up to him that night, afterwards, to get an autograph, and she hadn’t been nearly so awkward and nervous then...
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
I’m not that girl
Lucia sighed. Just her luck that her ipod would bring up both the most appropriate, and most painful song possible for the mood she was in. She wanted to skip past it, but for some reason, she let it continue playing.
It was a good thing Kris wasn’t at the quad. Her red-haired roommate had been unusually perceptive lately, and Lucia didn’t want to bother her with all of this.
Don’t dream too far
Don’t lose sight of who you are
Don’t remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy...
You’re not that girl, Lucia.
“Why is this happening to me?” Lucia breathed, barely audible.
You aren’t good enough, Lucia.
“Why couldn’t you have just stayed in my dreams?”
Think of all the people you’ve let down.
“Stop it.”
You can’t help but let them down. You are flawed.
“Stop it! STOP IT!!” Lucia ripped the headphones down away from her head and threw them, ipod still attached, across the room. A sickening clatter rang out as they hit the floor.
I am not going to let you do this to me. I am not going to sit her and let you constantly tear at me, just because you think it’s amusing. You hear that? No more!
We are reforging you. We are making you a fitting vessel for the Light.
I don’t care!
You agreed to this. You pledged yourself to our cause.
I know. I know. Fight evil. Stop the spread of darkness. Be a vessel for Light. I know, already.
Light cannot shine through a flawed crystal...
Haven’t I done plenty already? I’ve uprooted my entire life to fulfill my promise to you. I moved down here, away from my family. I’ve interupted my studies to go patrol the streets. I have brought back more friends from the brink of death than I care to count...and you have the nerve to say its not enough?! Why did you even bother coming back then, if I am so unsuitable?
Because you asked us to.
Well I’m not asking you anymore. I’m telling you. I refuse to be your puppet on a string. If you want my help, then you are going to stop trying to rip away what little semblence of a normal life I have. Or so help me, I will stop being a hero! I will stop playing your little games. Do I make myself perfectly clear?
A long pause. The silence in her mind was almost oppressing.
You walk on dangerous ground. The presence withdrew, until it was a mere shadow at the back of Lucia’s mind, and said no more.
For the first time, Lucia realized that she had been angrily pacing back and forth across the room during her tirade. Her head throbbed, and her throat hurt as if she had been shouting at the top of her lungs. She hadn’t been, but the feeling almost the same.
She reached down and scooped up the ipod from the corner that it had been kicked into. Broken. She’d have to fix it in the morning. Right now, she was so. Very. Tired.
As she laid down on top of her sheets, she looked over at the photo on her nightstand. Jason Berenzhin.
I hope I haven’t ruined my only chance to be his friend, was her last thought as she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
It wasn’t because he was famous, or talented, or good-looking. It wasn’t because she’d had a crush on him, ever since she had seen him in a theatre once. She’d walked up to him that night, afterwards, to get an autograph, and she hadn’t been nearly so awkward and nervous then...
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
I’m not that girl
Lucia sighed. Just her luck that her ipod would bring up both the most appropriate, and most painful song possible for the mood she was in. She wanted to skip past it, but for some reason, she let it continue playing.
It was a good thing Kris wasn’t at the quad. Her red-haired roommate had been unusually perceptive lately, and Lucia didn’t want to bother her with all of this.
Don’t dream too far
Don’t lose sight of who you are
Don’t remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy...
You’re not that girl, Lucia.
“Why is this happening to me?” Lucia breathed, barely audible.
You aren’t good enough, Lucia.
“Why couldn’t you have just stayed in my dreams?”
Think of all the people you’ve let down.
“Stop it.”
You can’t help but let them down. You are flawed.
“Stop it! STOP IT!!” Lucia ripped the headphones down away from her head and threw them, ipod still attached, across the room. A sickening clatter rang out as they hit the floor.
I am not going to let you do this to me. I am not going to sit her and let you constantly tear at me, just because you think it’s amusing. You hear that? No more!
We are reforging you. We are making you a fitting vessel for the Light.
I don’t care!
You agreed to this. You pledged yourself to our cause.
I know. I know. Fight evil. Stop the spread of darkness. Be a vessel for Light. I know, already.
Light cannot shine through a flawed crystal...
Haven’t I done plenty already? I’ve uprooted my entire life to fulfill my promise to you. I moved down here, away from my family. I’ve interupted my studies to go patrol the streets. I have brought back more friends from the brink of death than I care to count...and you have the nerve to say its not enough?! Why did you even bother coming back then, if I am so unsuitable?
Because you asked us to.
Well I’m not asking you anymore. I’m telling you. I refuse to be your puppet on a string. If you want my help, then you are going to stop trying to rip away what little semblence of a normal life I have. Or so help me, I will stop being a hero! I will stop playing your little games. Do I make myself perfectly clear?
A long pause. The silence in her mind was almost oppressing.
You walk on dangerous ground. The presence withdrew, until it was a mere shadow at the back of Lucia’s mind, and said no more.
For the first time, Lucia realized that she had been angrily pacing back and forth across the room during her tirade. Her head throbbed, and her throat hurt as if she had been shouting at the top of her lungs. She hadn’t been, but the feeling almost the same.
She reached down and scooped up the ipod from the corner that it had been kicked into. Broken. She’d have to fix it in the morning. Right now, she was so. Very. Tired.
As she laid down on top of her sheets, she looked over at the photo on her nightstand. Jason Berenzhin.
I hope I haven’t ruined my only chance to be his friend, was her last thought as she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Where there is pain, let me bring healing.
Where there is darkness, let me bring forth a light...
Where there is darkness, let me bring forth a light...
Kali sits next to her ever listening friend the lion in Founders. Once again her feet dangle over the edge as she sits hidden between the two massive stone like paws of the quiet giant.
Since her return from the trip with her father and real mother, things have been non stop for her and she welcomes this quiet break.
She watches the sun sparkle off the water and feels the breeze as it blows her long dark hair around her face.
Another dance coming up... will it be like the last one? Will she make a fool of herself again? She hopes not.
She thinks back a few days and wonders how the new girl is... Em, and hopes shes healing well.
She had tried to help Em , she had grabbed her hand when Biff was carrying her past, tried to heal what she could. But there were so many people around her , and they were rushing Em to safety. Kali didnt know if she had been any help or not.
And tonight.... She had ran along side Rin , healing as quickly as she could. Trying hard to assist the new boy with finding the evil Dr Vahl... what ever his name was. She never could remember so always refered to him as Dr V.
And then following Oby. Keeping Him healed as best she could as He tried to uproot the Devouring Earth. She liked watching Oby work. It was like watching a force of nature unleash.
Afterwords they had sat and talked a bit as they rested up. It was so nice to spend time just talking to someone. She had kept herself away from everyone since she had come to SJS pretty much. The few friends she had let close were special to her but it was still nice to spend time with someone new.
As the sun began to set , Kali rises from between the paws. She glances up at the huge stone face above her and smiles.
Its time to let go... she thinks to herself. Time to let people get to know me better.
She glides swiftly across the calm water feeling the mist hit her face as she comes as close to it as she can without actually going into the water.
Rising back toward the sky she stops , hovers a moment to look at the sun's fading colors and heads back to the dorms for the night.
Since her return from the trip with her father and real mother, things have been non stop for her and she welcomes this quiet break.
She watches the sun sparkle off the water and feels the breeze as it blows her long dark hair around her face.
Another dance coming up... will it be like the last one? Will she make a fool of herself again? She hopes not.
She thinks back a few days and wonders how the new girl is... Em, and hopes shes healing well.
She had tried to help Em , she had grabbed her hand when Biff was carrying her past, tried to heal what she could. But there were so many people around her , and they were rushing Em to safety. Kali didnt know if she had been any help or not.
And tonight.... She had ran along side Rin , healing as quickly as she could. Trying hard to assist the new boy with finding the evil Dr Vahl... what ever his name was. She never could remember so always refered to him as Dr V.
And then following Oby. Keeping Him healed as best she could as He tried to uproot the Devouring Earth. She liked watching Oby work. It was like watching a force of nature unleash.
Afterwords they had sat and talked a bit as they rested up. It was so nice to spend time just talking to someone. She had kept herself away from everyone since she had come to SJS pretty much. The few friends she had let close were special to her but it was still nice to spend time with someone new.
As the sun began to set , Kali rises from between the paws. She glances up at the huge stone face above her and smiles.
Its time to let go... she thinks to herself. Time to let people get to know me better.
She glides swiftly across the calm water feeling the mist hit her face as she comes as close to it as she can without actually going into the water.
Rising back toward the sky she stops , hovers a moment to look at the sun's fading colors and heads back to the dorms for the night.
“Stasis Kiss: Sometimes you just have to do something drastic and shake things around a little. ”
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Misericorde
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Michael sat atop the Atlas globe in the sun, ostensibly warming himself and enjoying the view of the skyline...the parts that weren't obscured by the shimmer and dance of the War Walls.
It was oddly quiet above the bustle of busy heroes and civilians maneuvering beneath the globe, or just hanging out in the shade beneath the great statue.
One hand lay close to his breast, cradling something that hung about his neck; a medallion of some sort, or a charm. A gift.
The only material gift he'd ever recieved; other than perhaps the abilties bestowed upon him by his biological parents, or donors, or...whatever they had been. They had loved him without ever knowing him, and gave him a fighting chance in the shadow war he had unwittingly begun with his birth.
Then his foster parents had done their best in the short time they'd had together, and he'd recieved presents for a few birthdays, yet...they were presents.
Presents. Items given, fit for an occasion. A material effect to elicit a response of thanks, because it was expected on these days.
But this...was a gift, freely given, no obligation, no event or intent behind it, save perhaps a "thank you," or a "you're important; you have meaning."
The moment of giving had made him feel, for the first time, that perhaps there was a place for him. Perhaps that he was more than just the right tool for the job. That he wasn't Misericorde; he was Michael.
That he meant something. That he was worth something. That despite everything that came before, and his physiological differences from other kids on the street, he was...is...a person.
Michael rubbed at his face absently, and pulled his palms away wet; his face was moist with tears, though he had no idea when he'd begun crying. Carefully, he wiped his face on his sleeve and stood, watching the sun slowly descend behind the war walls.
"It feels good," he said slowly; the words came with a little difficulty, but there they were. "It feels good."
It was oddly quiet above the bustle of busy heroes and civilians maneuvering beneath the globe, or just hanging out in the shade beneath the great statue.
One hand lay close to his breast, cradling something that hung about his neck; a medallion of some sort, or a charm. A gift.
The only material gift he'd ever recieved; other than perhaps the abilties bestowed upon him by his biological parents, or donors, or...whatever they had been. They had loved him without ever knowing him, and gave him a fighting chance in the shadow war he had unwittingly begun with his birth.
Then his foster parents had done their best in the short time they'd had together, and he'd recieved presents for a few birthdays, yet...they were presents.
Presents. Items given, fit for an occasion. A material effect to elicit a response of thanks, because it was expected on these days.
But this...was a gift, freely given, no obligation, no event or intent behind it, save perhaps a "thank you," or a "you're important; you have meaning."
The moment of giving had made him feel, for the first time, that perhaps there was a place for him. Perhaps that he was more than just the right tool for the job. That he wasn't Misericorde; he was Michael.
That he meant something. That he was worth something. That despite everything that came before, and his physiological differences from other kids on the street, he was...is...a person.
Michael rubbed at his face absently, and pulled his palms away wet; his face was moist with tears, though he had no idea when he'd begun crying. Carefully, he wiped his face on his sleeve and stood, watching the sun slowly descend behind the war walls.
"It feels good," he said slowly; the words came with a little difficulty, but there they were. "It feels good."
Origin: 1200–50; ME misericorde lit., pity, mercy, an act of clemency
misericordia pity, equiv. to misericord- (s. of misericors) compassionate
(miseri-, s. of miserēre to pity + cord- s. of cor heart) + -ia -y 3
misericordia pity, equiv. to misericord- (s. of misericors) compassionate
(miseri-, s. of miserēre to pity + cord- s. of cor heart) + -ia -y 3