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| RocknRollLight | August 26, 2010, 7:54 am Post #1 |
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An endless rainbow of three simples colors: black, white, and gray. Everything was like this. The buildings were black, white, and gray. The clothes were black, white, and gray. The sky was black, white, and gray. The cars, balloons, paintings, clowns, pinwheels, cotton candy, flowers, birds, butterflies, trees, dogs, toys, and everything else was black, white, and gray. We are not colorblind. We see things all too clearly, with the most vividly sharp picture you can imagine. We are not shadows unable to feel. We are the hardest most physical manifestations of this dreary and miserable existence. We are not shiny happy people. We are the living dead. We are not numb and mindless drones. We are raging warriors bound by the chains of Prometheus. Freedom! Freedom! This is the word screamed into the ears of the deaf. This is the world without color. *** The city street was filled with the souless people and hulking metal on wheels, lurching their way towards an unknown destination. The sounds of feet moving across pavement, the humming of well oiled engines, and the chatter of the people all seemed to blend into an annoyingly audible white noise. At a café on the side of the street, a young woman sips coffee from a white porcelain cup as she views the scenery behind reflective black shades. The black and white checkered pattern of her leather jacket stands out against the plain puddle mixture of black, white, and gray. An expressionless emoticon is imprinted on her white shirt. Her black jeans lead down to a pair of black and white Converse All Star shoes. Platinum blond tresses cascade into flowing locks down the back of her jacket as a slight breeze forces them to dance through the air. People were already beginning to notice her outlandish style of clothing, but the breeze brought out something more. A vibrant red scarf she wore around her neck had flitted out into the open. There were gasps, and in a matter of moments, three men in all white suits stepped before her. It was the Puppetmaster's personal guard and enforcer's of his law, The White. They were called so because their skin was white, their eyes were white, their hair was white, and when they spoke to her, their mouths, tongues, and teeth were white. "Might I ask where you recieved that scarf madam?" the three men said in unison, their faces cold and expressionless. A smile spread across the young woman's face, her black lipstick fading into a crimson shade. The emoticon on her shirt did the same. "This old thing," she said after taking another sip of her coffee and setting it onto the table. "I found it in a box of old things left to me by my grandmother." "I'm going to have to confiscate that from you madam," the three men said stretching out their hands. "A little red scarf like this?" she said glancing at it in confusion and then back at the men. "I think what you should really be worrying about is that fire over there." The three men all raised a brow as they said, "And where is this fire?" The explosion couldn't have been timed more perfectly. The three men turned suddenly to see what had happened and saw only a row of burning vehicles next to a crowd of stunned people. The three men turned back to face the young woman and a small black pistol was pointing back at them. The young woman pulled the trigger and a small blast of violet light exploded from the barrel. The light launched forward and went through the chest of the center man. A splash of white fell onto the black road behind him and he slumped to the ground. "You should really pay better attention," she sighed. The other two men ran forwards and the young woman kicked them in the chest. Grabbing the scarf with her other hand. the young woman whipped it forward and wrapped it around the neck of one of the two remaining men. The other man came at her with a right hook that she dodged by falling back off of the chair and dragging the first man with her with the scarf. The young woman brought her feet up and the first man's abdomen collided with the soles of her shoes. A violet light erupted into the man's face as she pulled the trigger, splattering white back onto the second man. "Now look what you've done," she frowned at the white-blood stained scarf. She tossed the scarf aside and aimed for the last man remaining. He threw the body off her and dodged a second shot from her gun. Dropping to one knee, he brought his fist towards the young woman's abdomen. She rolled out of the way as the man's fist crashed into the concrete, cracking the ground on impact. The young woman fired another shot at the man, who dodged it by straightening his back. He threw another punch as the young woman tried to rise to her feet, only to have his fist shot at. Another white splatter and the man's left forearm fell a short distance away. They both rose and stared at it for a moment before turning to look at each other. "Oops," she laughed nervously. The man hadn't even flinched. He came at her once again and another shot was fired, this one taking the man's whole right arm. The man hadn't stopped while it happened, and with both arms now useless, he proceeded to kick the young woman's side. She brought her own leg up to block the man's blow and hurled the gun at his face. The blow from the gun knocked the man back a step and blinded him momentarily. Taking advantage of that moment, the woman kicked the man in the chest knocking him onto his back and grabbed the gun as it fell through the air. Ramming the barrel of the gun into the man's mouth, the young woman said, "Selfdestruct in three seconds," and walked away. A small explosion occurred behind her and the ringing of her cell phone signaled an incoming call. The young woman pulled the phone from her jacket pocket, "This is Undine." "Where are you?" a male voice said aggravatedly. "Café," she said checking to see if there was anyone following her. "You know the place." "Requesting retrieval?" the male voice asked coldly. "Geez," Undine said with a smile. "Make me sound like an object why don'tcha." There was a click from the other end and then nothing but a dial tone. In moments, a white Lamborghini pulled up next to Undine and the passenger doors opened to let her in. The driver was a very muscular man wearing all black who had heavy metal music blasting out of the speakers. Undine closed the door and muted the music. "If you wanted to impress me you should have just brought me flowers," she said as she ruffled his messy black hair. "I don't have to impress you," the man said as he tried to fix his hair. "You're so easily impressed by yourself. We're you followed." "No, Jack," Undine said with a sigh. "I was not followed." "Why do you insist on causing trouble everywhere you go?" he said as he glanced at her with his blue-green eyes. "Daddy, didn't you know?" Undine asked sarcastically. "Girls just wanna have fun." "I guess, if your idea of fun is killing The Puppetmaster's henchmen," he said with a shrug. "And don't call me daddy. I'm ten years older than you and you just turned seventeen." "I don't know," she smiled. "Not a lot of guys your age use the word henchmen anymore. Now that I think of it, I don't think anybody uses the word henchmen anymore. How goes things at HQ?" "Things are still running smoothly," Jack said with a small smile of his own. "Just got back from taking down a major String Factory in Italy." "I always did love Venice," Undine said with a sigh. "We have some new recruits and I want you to give them their introduction into The Free," Jack instructed. "Why me?" Undine asked curiously. "You've been with The Free for years now and your around their age group," he explained. "It'll make them more comfortable to be introduced in by someone they can relate to." "Roger that," she said as she leaned against the window. "Play me some classical music DJ." Jack turned down the volume to a more reasonable level and began to play Undine's piano mix. It would help her relax until they got to headquarters. The Free headquarters were nothing more than a college that had been reformed into a training facility for those who had their Strings cut. They still kept their image of being a college to cover up what they really were from the Puppetmaster. Their numbers had been slowly building since The Puppetmaster had gained complete control, unfortunately those numbers were still small. A long winding road led up to the oceanside cliff where the college stood nearby. It had no name, only the word "College" spelled out in metal over the main entrance gate. The college itself was rather impressive. It was a massive, all white, three story main building with about ten dormitories forming the outlined shape of a large square behind it. Though the buildings themselves looked like they were part of a penitentiary, it served the purpose of their headmaster, Olimar Suez. They pulled into the parking lot outside the main building and made their way to the auditorium from there. The recruits were sitting in their seats, laughing, chatting, and basically just being normal. It was refreshing. There were so many faces now that were so expressionless and cold. Undine stepped out onto the stage and removed the shades from her face. Jack stood next to her as her deep crimson eyes scanned over the crowd. "May I have your attention please?" Undine asked with as much polite authority as possible. It took a few moments but once she had all their attention, she began her speech. "Welcome to The Free," she said with a light smile. "For those of you who don't know what we do here, allow me to elaborate. We free people from the Strings of The Puppetmaster with the final goal in mind of freeing the world. As most of you already know, String are the tiny nano-machines inside your body that keep you under the control of The Puppetmaster. Everything you think, everything you see, hear, and feel are controlled by The Puppetmaster through String. We have technology that separates a person completely from String and will not hesitate to use it on anyone and everyone we can. Unfortunately, it's not easy for people to come to us on their own. You here today are lucky. Your minds are beyond that of which is controlling you. You dared to live in a world of the dead. Your abilities will be put to the ultimate test while you are here. We will push you to your limit and beyond. The Puppetmaster may control our minds and bodies, but our souls are waiting to be set free. What we do here is simple. We free people from the Strings of The Puppetmaster, by giving the people hope. We are that hope. The hope for a better world. The hope for a free world. Welcome, to The Free world." Undine stepped back and Jack stepped forward. "Are there any questions?" Jack asked politely. |
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| Kraveing_volkf | August 26, 2010, 6:20 pm Post #2 |
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The grounds of the College was more or less bare, there was afew moving here or there but over all there was no movement. Beyond the few trees that one would see as they walked around the campus there would be nobody. Up until you got to the oceanside, once you arrived on that side you would see one woman, a sketch book held close to her. There was just enough room for a thin leaded 2H pencil to guide across the paper. The pencil was about two or three inches in length. The woman was Lytha Kraxus, she was never seen without her sketchbook; the sketchbook was a black, hard covered, and appeared to have thousands of pages. While it was rare to see her without her sketchbook in hand, it was even rarer to see her not drawing in it; she constantly drew, sometimes drawing the same thing multiple times. She was a fast drawer, she could easily finish a detailed drawing, that would look like a mirror of yourself, in less then two minutes. However when relaxing like she was now she spent hours on the same drawing, it was finished in a few minutes, so the time she spent on it was simply going over the same lines over and over. She had gotten a reputation of sorts as a pervert, though she hid her drawings as best she could when others were around, there was still that one person who would see. She would draw naked women, sometimes they would be in the middle of some form of intercourse, sometimes they would simply be kissing, and sometimes it was just one naked woman; in all cases the women was naked. That said, she wasn't always drawing perverted things; currently she was drawing the ocean and skyline. It was very detailed missing nothing of what she was seeing, one could even see the faint outline of the rock hidden by the waves. As with all of her drawings she was already finished, just running over the lines again. Her eyes no longer looked at her paper, instead looking at the ocean. Her hand never added accidental lines, the only time new lines would appear is when she would add that new bird that flew across the sky. |
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| Everlasting Nirvana | August 26, 2010, 6:50 pm Post #3 |
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A curious looking man walked the streets of the city. Everyones eyes were on him as he walked. On his back was a blue guitar he was wearing a light blue shirt that was unbuttoned showing his tanned skin. That was a sight indeed a tan person was rare in this world he was probably one of the only. His eyes were a deep shade of green and his hair was light blue. A cigarette burned between his lips giving off a faint redish glow. Ten men in white suits approached him. He snarled at the whites as they stopped in front of him. Come with us, you are in violation of the law. One of the whites stepped forward and drew a pair of handcuffs. Rayne smirked as he swung his guitar in front of him. He played one power cord and a vibrant green wave emited from the strings. The wave struck the White in front of him tearing him to pieces white blood littered the ground. The whites looked at him in surprise and rushed him. He began to play a heavy song each note emmiting a different colored wave. As the waves struck the whites glass shattered on the building around him causing colorful lights to emit from the falling glass for a brief second. As the last white fell he casually walked over to a covered car. He drew back the cover revealing a red Bugotti. He entered the car and turned it on. He sped away down the street a black car following him. He smirked as he plugged his guitar into the car and flipped a switch. External speakers on the car opened up and he played a few brief cords. The car behind him erupted into a ball of redish flame. Making sure that no one had followed him he sped up the drive to the college and parked his car in a hidden garage. He exited the car and walked towards the auditorium. He burst through the doors as Jack asked anyone if they had any questions. Where are my students. Rayne began to play a continuous cord on his guitar. The waves flowing towards the muscians sitting in the auditorium. Any one affected follow me. He strode up towards the stage and whispered into Undines ear. Another fourteen dead and a car in flames. How did your trip go. |
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| Corrupted | August 27, 2010, 6:09 am Post #4 |
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White blond hair that reflected in moonlight. Black highlights that blended in with the dullness around her. Red puffy scars on her wrists, red knucklers covering her hands. Her dark scarlet dress flowed in the wind as her one green and one blue eye stared out into open space. Her blue sneakers clung to her feet, completing her outfit. Her ruby earrings hand down from her ears, her one red one black swords hung by her side. A bag containing a notebook, sharpener, and two pencils hung at her other side. The whole world was so dull and she was a splash of blood on paper. She couldn't be more obvious as more and more people noticed her abnormal clothing, the way she even walked. The voice of a siren that lured you in till she could slice you in half. -- Flare Embers is her name. Flare could only close her eyes and listen to muffled gasps and little waves of excitment. She spread her arms out, like she was calling out to the sky. The huge commotion around her was irritating, the cluster of people making her furrow her eyebrows. Flare's eyes snapped open and she smiled sweetly but fake, to the surrounding crowd. The crowd shied back in terror. " What is she? " " Shes going to curse us all! " " Whered she get those... Colors? " " The White Henchmen will take care of her. " Flares mouth opened and she clenched her fists in irritation. " Rxcuse me please, before I cut through you myself. " The screams of the people trying to get out of her way did not bother her as she walked away. --............ Mother. -- Flare looked to her left, than her right, and no one was there. The once full town now looked deserted and haunted. We are all the loving dead. Only some will survive the era of hell. Flare could hear footsteps, and she knew she would encounter White Henchmen soon. Not wanting to waste her time with her swords, she took out her notebook and pencil just to start writing. Her handwriting was elegant but fast as she wrote down these words on paper... - Fifteen flies flying by, oh so tasty those little fly, the web draws closer one by one, the spider is sure to have some fun. Come little flies and you'll say goodbye, for you will die you little fly. -- ( I made that up ) As the White Henchmen finally appeared in the distance, Flare announced these words loudly, a black light basking her as she did so. Holding her arm out like she was muttering a spell she finished and one by one, the henchmen stopped, struggled, and fell down dead. Laughing quite scary and evily, Flare smirked. " Tasty little fly.. " She put her notebook and pencil back in her bag and decided to go to 'College'. They had just picked her up a day ago, and already she was acing everything they taught her so quickly it scared them. Power thirsty, they made her take a break as they tried to analyze her. It was simple : She was just messed up. Flare walked into the courtyard and saw the new recruits. Technically she was as well, so she watched and listened as her blue and green eye watched warily and her bleach blonde black highlighted hair flew in the wind... --....Flare.-- |
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| RocknRollLight | August 28, 2010, 5:57 am Post #5 |
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"Sorry Rayne," Undine shrugged. "Didn't go this time. You want details you can ask Jack. "Three dead and one car in flames. I didn't realize we were keepin score now." Undine smiled as she slugged Rayne playfully on the shoulder. "You heard the man," Undine called out to the crowd. "Musicians follow Rayne here, Artists go with Jack, and Writers come with me. Everyone head to the gymnasium for assessment." It was the typical routine for all recruits. In this order, everyone received a physical examination, then their abilities were tested, then they were assigned dorms. Olimar had made it a crucial point in recruiting new members that they all be in perfect health in case of an attack on headquarters. During their stay here, they would become efficient and priceless members of Olimar's rather unique family, and eventually form a family of their own within their individual teams. Teams consisted of three people: a Writer, an Artist, and a Musician. Since it would take too long to assess everyone's compatibility individually, teams were usually formed by a group of close friends and had their compatibility tested by request. This would eventually weed out any problems a team might have before they were sent on missions across the globe. All of this was made perfectly clear to them before the start of the ability assessment. It was normal to see the recruits get excited over the thought of doing missions with their friends. It even brought a smile out of Jack to see a group like that working so well together their first time. Undine enjoyed testing the abilities of a group and giving them a run for their money while they were at it. Assessments, however, were rather boring and tedious. Once everyone was in the gymnasium, Undine took her seat at the assessment table and waited for the new Writer recruits to come her way. Musicians were required to play, sing, hum, or listen to a tune and imbue a power upon the reviewer. They were then to explain the imbued power and if the power did not work as the reviewer had been told it would, the musician would fail the assessment. Instruments or music was to be provided. Writers were given an object to alter and a piece of paper. They could alter the objects form by speaking the changes one at a time or writing a command onto the piece of paper and placing it onto the object to change it. They were timed on how fast the alteration was made and how detailed it was. Though it seemed rather childish, Artists were give a small piece pf children's sculpting dough to change into whatever form they wished, or a piece of paper for them to illustrate whatever they wished to create. They too were reviewed for time and detail. Undine could tell that some of the new recruits were intimidated by her. There was some good in that. She wanted to see how people performed under certain amounts of pressure. If they cracked here, they probably didn't belong in The Free. A few of them did, but not too badly. Given time and the proper training they might become some of the best, and maybe even one of Olimar's Elite like herself, Jack, and Rayne. |
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| Kraveing_volkf | August 28, 2010, 8:39 am Post #6 |
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Lytha spent quite some time at her tree, just drawing the water. She had only moved her drawing arm and eyes that entire time, so naturally cramping would wind up setting in. A light sigh came from her lips as she stood and stretched, then flipped to a new page in her sketchbook. She never drew on the backs of any of her pages, this prevented both smudging from the other image and her darker shaded ones from 'bleeding' through to the other side. With her new blank page Lytha brought the book close to her and started walking, her hand moving along the page rapidly. She wasn't paying attention to what she was drawing currently. Her mind wandered, she had heard that new recruits were receiving their assessment. Lytha had been free for almost ten years no so she didnt have to worry about that any longer, however she did like watching, drawing what she saw there. With that thought in mind she left and started toward the gymnasium. Once there she took a seat on a bench. The page she was absently drawing on had its corner folded as she turned it. Folding the corner was her way of marking the page, she would return to it later, and that would be when she would find out what her subconscious felt like drawing. On the new page she drew fifteen small versions of the Assessment. She captured fifteen different moments, each one was barely 2.5x3 inches. As with all of her drawings she finished each in minutes and spent the rest of the time just running over lines. All fifteen were also extremely detailed, one could easily magnify one of the images several times and see a painstaking amount of detail. |
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| Everlasting Nirvana | August 28, 2010, 8:59 am Post #7 |
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Keeping score? Dont I always he said this with a smirk. The two always seemed to be competing. Whether it was in who brought the most recruits in or who killed the most whites. After I personally assess some of these individuals I am taking a trip to the shore. Care to join me. He offered her his hand as he lept down the stairs. He looked at the new recruits. The power he had imbuned was actually one only he could see. It had turned each of them a shade of blue to his eye. The darker the blue the more deadly the person was. It was one he had developed himself and he took pride in it. No other musician on campus was able to do this particular one. He had an alarmed look on his face when he turned back to Undine. It appears we have a new one close to my level. Are you sure all of these just had their strings cut? There were times when he joked but anyone could tell that now was not one of those times. As he approached his table the first musician attempted to grab his guitar. Hands off. This is for my personal use only. He pointed to a bunch of instruments against a wall and took a seat. This part was always boring none of them knew what they were doing. He just waited for the one who ha caught his eye earlier. |
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Apparently, Flare was to follow Udine. She didn't interest her at all, which sucked for her, because people who bore Flare, end up dead. Flare yawned cracking her neck and flexing her arms in a swift movement. She wiggled her fingers. All in check. They were to have an Assesment of sorts, like a quiz or something she didn't know, but in teams. Flare looked from groups of friends to others and sighed. She had no friends. Not one. Everyone was scared of her. Afraid of her dark aura, the dark things that always followed her. Flare didn't care, at least she thought she didn't. But her soul was very unstable inside as it tried to keep up. Following Udine, Flare had a bored look to her face. She had cone yesterday, but for some reason she was an ace for this sort of thing. And this, bored her. But sadly most things did, and the often expression of half closed eyelids and thin lined mouth proved it. Being handed a peice of paper and a rock to change into something else, she looked to Udine like , ' What the fuck? ' Even id she didn't know her, before taking out her pencil. She put it on the paper and began to write.. -- Mother what's for breakfast today?..-- Something so dead, it had no head, this is the rock. It is so cold, and very old, and never does what it is told. But when you attack, and make a crack, the very rock, can start to talk. Oh gift of life, share your light, and make this thing, start to sing. I muttered the words as the dark aura surrounded me again, the rock starting to burn. Engulfing in flakes, it turned into a baby pheonix to Flares disapoitment, for she was aiming for a robin, but she liked this better. " Hi little birdy..." She whispered, a very sly and evil smile on het face again as pain welled up in her stomach. The pheonix started a pretty song. -- Sweetie, Im sorry we can't afford breakfast today." ... " Uts okay as long ad I'm with you right mommy? " " Right my little Flare..." -- |
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| RocknRollLight | August 30, 2010, 7:25 am Post #9 |
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"Good," Undine nodded. "However..." This was her favorite part. She could show off her talent and educate the new recruits all at the same time. "Your speech was too elaborate and the poetry was absolutely unnecessary," Undine informed her. "Talk like that will get you killed on a mission. Before altering anything with your words, make sure you have a clear picture of what you want in your mind. The clearer the picture in your mind, the less words you'll have to use, and the more efficiently you'll be able to retaliate against your attackers. For example..." Undine grabbed a small pocket watch out of a box of various items and held it out before the girl. "I'm going to change this watch into a flower," Undine pointed at the watch. "I have a clear picture in my mind of what the flower should be: a rose. I know exactly how many thorns it has, what color it will be, how long the stem will be, how fully blossomed the rose will be, and the amount of petals. Once the picture is there, it will become a rose." In an instant, the pocket watch in Undine's hand changed its form into a fully blossomed black rose. "No poetry," Undine twirled the rose in her hand and gave it to the girl. "No elaborate speech. Just a very simple phrase. That's the power of words. It doesn't take a lot of them to change the world around you." She seemed like a nice enough girl. Making a pheonix out of the blue like that was actually a bit impressive. Undine would have to watch her closely to see how she would develop during her stay here. "Now, if you would please state your name and then head over to the Headmaster to have your dorm assigned to you," Undine motioned to another group of people in line. Standing on a risen platform before them was a cross between a homeless man and a rock star. His bald head covered by a dark gray fedora and his eyes hidden behind a pair of flamboyant woman's sunglasses. He wore fingerless gloves, a white shirt riddled with holes, matching light blue jeans complete with rips and tears, and worn out blood red sneakers. The dirty brown duster, and massive zig-zag print scarf, made his already thin frame seem even smaller and more fragile. The few wrinkles on his softly smiling face made it difficult to discern his true age. It didn't take long to realize Olimar was quite the eccentric. Edited by RocknRollLight, August 30, 2010, 7:27 am.
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| Kraveing_volkf | August 30, 2010, 7:55 am Post #10 |
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Lytha sat in the gym drawing what she saw, she had just started on her sixth of the fifteen 'sketches'. Each one showing something different something that happened. Currently it was the phoenix that was created, along with Undine changing a watch into a rose. The moment now immortalized on her page, though the chances of anyone except Lytha seeing it ever again was very slim. She spent some extra time on Undine and the other woman, taking the needless precaution of making sure every line was perfect. I said needless because every line would always be perfect. Once she finished she looked around to make sure nothing major was happening before turning the page and drawing Olimar. She always tried to draw him whenever she saw him, simply because his outfits looked funny. These were also the only drawings guaranteed to see another persons eyes. She would show Olimar what his outfit looks like. Though she was drawing Olimar she never stopped watching the assessments, her fingers on the corner of the page, ready. If something interesting happened she would quickly switch pages and draw it. |
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| Everlasting Nirvana | August 31, 2010, 4:30 am Post #11 |
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He was a very stern instructor and had little patients for mistake. The current man in front of him was holding a small Ukelle and was singing. His singing began to irritate him as he felt no effects from the man. Enough He roared. He jumped up from behind the table and walked over to the man. He ripped the Ukelle from the mans hands and sent him on his way. These things were always the worst. All these bumbling fools knew nothing. He in truth was the only skilled musician he knew of. However the man from before might prove different. He sighed as he leaned back against the table. A small girl who looked about seventeen walked up with a saxophone in hand. I want you to try and make a dent into the massive stone slab behind me. The girl looked at him and fidgeted. It is simple enough. Immagine the notes you are playing to be waves of color. That color is in essence the notes of the music in a tangible form. Those waves if used properly can and will save you life. Now do it. He said the last words with a bit of irritation. The girl was shaking as she put the reed into her mouth. She bagn to play some notes and thin green waves came from the mouth of the instrument. Each one fizzled out and dissapeared before reaching the pillar. Get out of my sight. Next he yelled. The man from before walked up with a red guitar in his hand. I am going to put everyone else besides you instructors to sleep. He said this like he was stating a fact and then began to play. Rayne looked around as every one excluding what seemed to be the more skilled people in the room fell to the ground snoring. Impressive, but sleep alone will not save you. I hope you can do more then that. The man let out a loud note that woke everyone up and a blood red wave emited from the instrument. The wave flew towards the slab and upon impact created a small explosion. The explosiong destroyed the slab and it crumpled to the floor with a loud bang. Excellent, that is exactly what I am looking for. It was rare for Rayne to praise anyone, but this man reminded him of himself when he first came here. The man wasnt quite as skilled as he had been back then but with a little training and some practice the man would make a great addition to the Free. He sent the man on his way and walked over to Undine leaving his second in charge. It seems we both have someone to praise. I saw that display with the phoenix. He words are a little showy but I believe she will make a great addition. He whispered this in her ear so that no one else heard. He offered his hand to her. So are you going to take me up on my offer? I will even let you drive my car there and back. He smiled at her. This offer was very rare he owned one of the few colored cars in the world. He had done it with his guitar. Being able to make the colors of the waves flow through things and give them color as well. He was perhaps the only musician able to perform this feat and was very please about that fact. |
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A girl or woman. It was Udine. She seemed a bit smaller in size, or it couldve just been my prospective, and her hair was the same natural bleach blonde as mine. However, my eyes were never matched for the strange one eye to each color wasn't normal. My eyes looked at her respectfully as she critiscized and helped me learn. She seemed to enjoy her talents, which faltered my respect for her, but I said nothing of it. Poetry, I had always loved doing, and stopping it now made me sigh and twidle my thumbs as she talked on and on.... I already knew you could use images, it's just poetry was more fun.... Undine took out a pocketwatch, still talking on and on and said she had the image in her mind with all the little details. The stopwatch suddenly turned into a rose like she was droning about, but instead of looking in awe like everyone else, I just sat there.. Bored as hell. Before I "adressed my name" I had a perfect image of Udine's head in her mind, every stran of golden locks, every touch of skin and curves. Looking at her rose I said," Undine. " and the rose turned into an exact copy of Undines head. I started laughing like a lunatic which clearly I already was, and stood up as people started looking at me weirdly. Every time I used this power, I felt more and more... Dangerous. I looked her straight in the eyes. " Thank you for your sensational words of wisdom, but as you see in your hand, I am quite capable of doing such things..." A feeling of pain swelled up in my stomach and I had to use all my self control not to make a huge evil smile. I was going crazy. " I just think it is quite boring... You see poetry has more feeling in it, and it's more dramatic than 'head'. Or just a few words to turn something. But I guess if I have to, I'll make stupid images. " I started walking to the freaky looking headmaster before I announced," Bye Udine. Good Tidings. I hope to see you again in another time... My name is Flare." Flare, like the spark of light that comes out of nowhere. That doesn't belong. The man who showed interest me in before, I had thought, said my words were showy. I looked at him with a dead look in my eye and a bit of irritation. " I see you don't usually accept people who can't find themselves. Do you have no patience? Some people have no contact with themselves yet. I too, barely have any contact. It is only pure lick that I have so much power i must control." Flare sighed and rubbed her temples. " This is even worse than what I hoped it would be." Flares one blue one green eyes looked at them before she went to the headmaster. " I am Flare... What is my dorm?" Very irritated, but I tried to be calm and kind. |
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| RocknRollLight | September 1, 2010, 7:00 am Post #13 |
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"Wish I could Rayne," Undine said with a shrug. "But you know how it is around here. The only time any of us can really have fun is while we're on the job." Undine rose from her chair and let her secondary take over. "As for Flare," she sighed. "I agree she'll be a decent recruit. She's got a lot of power but her personality could use some work. She's too cocky and overconfident. I'm actually a bit worried for her as far as how she'll do when it comes to being grouped into a team. The whole reason we have them is to get people to work together and learn to trust people. It doesn't matter how great her power is, she can't fight alone. She just seems so cold and distant." Once she realized she had started rambling, Undine playfully punched Rayne's arm. "Don't you dare think I'm gettin' soft," Undine said with a smile and a clenched fist. *** "Flare Embers!" Olimar grinned as he pronounced her name loudly to the crowd of people. Olimar picked up a clipboard and rifled through the many pieces of paper searching for Flare's name. "Aha!" he shouted and placed a hand on Flare's head. "Though your soul is that of a dark poet, your passion and ability burn as your name suggests." He ruffled her hair with a hardy laugh and spread his arms out wide. "Go forth!" he shouted. "Join your fellow members of The Free in Dorm 9." He tossed the clipboard through the air and one of the assistants caught it. He knelt down before Flare and smiled wider than anyone thought possible. "And don't forget to smile," he said and laughed again as he walked away. *** "You seem more quiet than usual Lytha," Jack said as he stood beside her. "Is something wrong?" |
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| Kraveing_volkf | September 1, 2010, 8:00 am Post #14 |
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Afew interesting things happened, first a number of people in the gym fell asleep, so that was quickly drawn. About the same time the woman had turned a rose into Undines head, that was drawn also. Then Olimar tossing his clipboard into the air, she thought that was kind of funny so she drew that as well. She was quickly taken by surprise when she heard a voice beside her. A light fearful squeak came from her as her sketch book was brought against her body. There was really no reason for her to do this, so the question would be why did she do it? She was always afraid of what others would say about her work. Yes it was really good work, no there was nothing perverted about what she was just drawing; so why would she fear anything that was said? The short answer to this question is because she doesn't think her work is actually up to what it could be. Which is why she spends so long on it after its done. Slowly she looked up toward the voice, pushing her glasses up some making sure to touch the middle and not the glass. "I'm fine." She said weakly, her voice was silent, few would actually be able to hear her even as close as Jack was. She slowly moved her sketchbook away some and quickly turned to a blank page and rotated the book some before drawing then turning the drawing toward Jack. It was a drawing of her drawing the gym. She rarely spoke, and always spoke through her drawings. This was either a relief or a major pain depending on how you interpreted her drawings. Most were rather straight forward, like this one which was 'I'm just drawing the Assessments'. Though that doesn't mean all were easy, and most people tended to get annoyed at her method of speaking so in those cases she can be coaxed into speaking, though it was often short quiet sentences. Her drawing stating she was drawing was actually redundant as the only times she wasn't drawing is when she was eating, sleeping, or bathing. She drew another image of a large group of faceless genderless people standing together, many were dulled out but a few glowed, her way of asking 'Did you see anyone who would be good?' or 'Any one who caught your eye?' |
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| Corrupted | September 13, 2010, 8:22 am Post #15 |
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The headmaster was an irritating being. My eye twitched as I listened to him rant on about me. People paying attention to me.... That was abnormal. 'tch' I muttered, moving my head to the side as he continued his famous rant. I could feel eyes now turning to me, as I now shook from the attention. One of the things I hated the most, was being around a lot of people. His hand went to my head as it ruffled my bleach blonde hair and I could feel the contrast of hot and cold on my skin. A shiver went down my spine and I sibcerly wanted to take a shower now that he touched me. More and more people gathered to look as a feeling started burning in my chest like it was going to blow. I was angry. My hands were held tight, and my teeth were clenched but I said nothing as I counted to ten and walked away. Dorm 9. Just think about that . Dorm 9. Wait do we have dorm mates?! I tripped on the flat floor, which is one of my special talents, abs landed splat! on my face. " Uhhh..." I moaned as I moved an upward motion with help from my arms. Clearly ok except a scratched and red face that couldve been bleeding like I cared, I started searching for my dorm. It than occured to me that the building was huge. Why? Because it had been a full two hours, and I was very lost. I sighed as I sat against a grayish white tree, missing the green that used to occampony it's leaves in the summer time. I sadly looked up to it as my eyes lowered and I sighed. Taking out my notebook and a pencil for fun I just started writing. My elegant writing filled the page faster than you could say cinnamon correctly. - The trees around me, they used to be so green. Their color was vibrant against the cool blue sky, the white clouds puffy and the wind blowing by. But no longer. The trees have stopped flowing, their leaves lifless as they are a light gray. The sky turns a dark white as it kills all color ever there. We are lost in this dull world. No color will suceed.....---- |
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| Everlasting Nirvana | September 20, 2010, 8:03 pm Post #16 |
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(I am not sure if it is my post or not but im pretty sure it is) Rayne shrugged as he began to walk away from Undine. It was seldom that she would accompany him on these trips he would take. Lately he had been visiting a secluded beach. No one was ever there due to the sheer rock walls surronding it. There was just a small winding path that led down to the beach. The path was hidden from all but the most trained eyes. So far he was the only on from the College that had been there. This was going to be his surprise to them so he had to make it just right. As he hopped into his car and the garage door opened he noticed a girl sitting against a tree. He sighed as he got out and walked over to her. She was one of the new students perhaps she was lost. Yours name is Flare Embers correct? I am Rayne Alexander, I am one of the instructors here. He offered his hand to her. If Undine could not come maybe this girl would be interested. I have something I wish to show you. If you do not mind come take a ride with me. I promise you will not be disappointed. |
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| Corrupted | September 21, 2010, 8:07 pm Post #17 |
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( yay.... Now we have to wait for the other two :/. This order thing is somewhat irritating no offense... Sigh ) |
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| That Butler | March 18, 2011, 1:59 am Post #18 |
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