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| Chizu | Dec 31 2011, 02:30 AM Post #1 |
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"Veni, veni Emmanuel; Captivum solve Israel, Qui gemit in exilio, Privatus Dei Filio. Gaude! Gaude! Emmanuel, Nascetur pro te, Israel..." A lone figure stood at one of the pews next to the altar, where the choir would have sung had the church still been functional. She wore her long blond hair unbound and straight, instead of wavy like she normally kept it. Above, snow drifted down from the holes in the church's ceiling, snowflakes passing in front of the flickering candle flames. The candles around the altar had been lit, some of the dust hastily cleaned from around them and red flowers set into place underneath them. It was Christmas Eve. Star took a deep breath and breathed into the next line of song. It had been a while since she had last used her voice like this. She hadn't sung in the choir since leaving home for Hyakuji. "Veni, veni, O Oriens; Solare nos adveniens, Noctis depelle nobulas, Dirasque noctis tenebras. Gaude! Gaude! Emmanuel, Nascetur pro te, Israel..." Not many people came here. Star knew that, because when she would come once in a while, there would be very few new footprints in the layer of dust that covered the floor of the church. Really, she shouldn't be coming either. Not when there was a perfectly functional, albeit very small, church in town for foreign students. But Star had always had a knack for going where she was told not to go. And it had always seemed sad to her, a church wasting away like this. So she would come sometimes, and do a little dusting, a little cleaning, a little decorating. Sometimes she would just sit and think, when things got a little too busy even for her and she realized that she didn't have much time for peace and quiet anymore. Maybe sometimes...a little singing. But only for tonight, because it was, after all, Christmas Eve. |
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| Sybilus | Dec 31 2011, 10:05 AM Post #2 |
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There was a lone figure walking down the dark, shadowed path at the backside of the school at Christmas Eve. With her hair down, her eyes downcast, her glasses no longer reflecting wits and trickery, her footsteps humble, her words soft and quiet, the girl figure was counting in her right hand with a wooden rosary, and her left hand joined with her right together, praying. "Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum, benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus." She was praying. Yet, her praying, to the eyes of those who see clear of the world, will see a confession of a guilted soul, a poor, fragile soul. Her voice is saying praises to the Holy Mary, yet there seem to be another layer of sadness and regret within. She is a strange, lone prayer. "Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen." "Ave Maria, gratia plena…" The girl's thumb moves, and counts one down on her rosary, as she continues to walk towards the ruined church. Tsubame has considered going to a mass here that they are holding on Christmas Eve in the town church. But all things considered, including her wound around her waist, and the public image she has so difficultly established in front of people, she wish not for people to draw a connection between her and the house anymore. One of the easiest thing that may make others wonder would be her religion- while there is no reason for her not to practice her religion in public, for there is nothing wrong in her pronouncing His teaching, she must be cautious around herself, at least for the sake of her own life, the life she has fought so hard to wrestle it back out from her mother and several other people. She doesn't want the news of herself being hurt spread either, just in case if there are enemies watching, and waiting for a chance to strike when she is weak. She is not going to be silly enough to do such a thing, to show the public her condition in such a careless way. Besides, today is a very, very important day. It was the day of change, the day where everything was turned upside down for her. It was the day where the truth was revealed, the truth of everything. It was the day where she finally realized how wrong she was, how faulted her thoughts were, and how much of a lie she was living in. It was today, exactly two years ago. Even though tomorrow, Christmas, is supposed to be her birthday. It doesn't seem to the floramancer that she deserves to celebrate her birthday- if this is not her birthday to begin with. Instead, the girl finds it more fitting for her to celebrate it for the Lord, to pray for His forgiveness, and to pray for the sake of those all they have hurt. She has spent the last Christmas praying the Rosary. She intended to do it again this year. But this year, since there are people in the church who knows her, and who she knows, it will not be a good idea to be in the mass of the town church anymore. That was the reason why she decided her destination to be the ruined church at the backside of her school, and began her praying along the way there. Yet, her prayer stopped, when she hears the hymn in the air, faintly spreading from the church. The voice was so clear, so pure, so almost saintly, that the girl's solemn expression on her face was so shaken, as if by an earthquake. At least, for the Christmas Eve, the lone figure was not alone. The girl finds herself softly, quietly walks towards the source of the voice within the church, and peeks in from the window. Edited by Sybilus, Dec 31 2011, 10:05 AM.
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| Chizu | Jan 3 2012, 01:47 AM Post #3 |
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"Veni, Clavis Davidica; Regna reclude cealica; Fac iter tutum superum, Et claude vias inferum, Gaude! Gaude! Emmanuel, Nascetur pro te, Israel..." The lone singer went on, oblivious to her audience. Her fingers traced designs in the dust of the pew in front of her as she sang, her eyes closed as she breathed the words out into the cold, winter air. A soft glow began to illuminate the church, growing past the pinpricks of light that the candles gave off and bathing the altar in warm gold. For a moment, it looked as if all the lights in the church were on, instead of just the few that had been lit near the altar. The singer's voice seemed to get more confident as the song wore on, sounding slightly rough and out of practice in the beginning and becoming a little smoother with each verse. It wasn't professional quality by any means, but it still bore the mark of training and practice, and a small amount of talent. The echoes in the church building did a lot to hide those flaws as well. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, singing the last verse. "Veni, veni Adonai! Qui populo in Sinai, Legem dedisti vertice, In maiestata gloriae. Gaude! Gaude! Emmanuel, Nascetur pro te, Israel!" The light slowly began to fade, coalescing around her as the song ended. It sank into her skin, causing her to glow for a moment as she reabsorbed the light. "Gaude...Gaude...Emmanuel, Nascetur pro te, Israel..." The light faded completely, and Star opened her eyes, letting out a small sigh as she sank back onto the pews. With her back to the window, she wasn't aware of the fact that she had had an audience. |
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| Sybilus | Jan 4 2012, 07:51 AM Post #4 |
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Following the voice, the girl looks into the church through the broken, ran-down window, and notices the figure of a female. She tilts her head a little, and notices that there is a soft glow spreading throughout the church. She frowns and remained silent. The candles should not have been this bright. It must be the girl. She takes a closer look, and couldn't help but to wonder to herself. Did some angel came and visit this run down church? Or was it some sort of Christmas miracles? No, this is absolutely absurd. God is merely an observer. This is Hyakuji, too. There is nothing such as angels, or miracles. There is only human with supernatural power, and all sorts of absurdities. She closes her eyes, shakes her head, and looks again. Only now, did she recognize that the girl was, in fact, somebody that looks familiar. Someone, in fact, that she knew from the past. Someone that has haunted her when she was most depressed and confused. And yet, here she is, singing praise to the very person that Tsubame herself was pleading for forgiveness for, with such grace, such elegance, and such… It made Tsubame feel as if she was in the darkest dark, and she in the holiest light. … Which may not be all wrong. And that realization, coupled with all the things that has been in her mind, and the singing, sent a chilling coldness to the corner of her eyes. She quickly wipes the chilliness away with her finger, and takes a deep breathe to calm herself down. When the voice was finally dropped, Tsubame couldn't help but to sigh. Quite audibly in that, as well. "I didn't know you could sing," The floramancer steps softly into the run down church, putting her hands into the pocket, tugging her rosary away into her trench coat's pocket along with her action. It doesn't seem that Tsubame was really celebrating for Christmas, given that all she was wearing was a red cashmere scarf, a trench coat, a pair of jeans, and a pair of short leather boots underneath. |
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| Chizu | Jan 5 2012, 11:30 PM Post #5 |
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"Only sometimes," said Star, not turning towards the new arrival. Her voice was friendly and confident enough, but her fingers tightened slightly around the fabric of the dress at her knees, the only sign of her embarrassment. She really had thought she was alone, but it looked like she drew an audience even when she didn't want one. Star relaxed, loosening her grip. Maybe that was just her fate. Photomancers were usually flashy people, after all. Light never concealed. It only deceived. Star smiled warmly and got up, turning towards her once-rival. She and Tsubame hadn't really interacted much since the other returned to Hyakuji, except for several phone calls when Star had been over at England with J. Before Hyakuji, they had run into each other quite a bit, but that was a battle long ended. Of course, Star would be lying if she said that all of those sentiments had been put to rest. "Merry Christmas, Tsu-chan," she said. "What brings you here?" Edited by Chizu, Jan 5 2012, 11:30 PM.
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| Sybilus | Jan 8 2012, 03:36 AM Post #6 |
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It is so easy to tell that her ex-rival is content right now. There may be something that Star is worried about, but as far as she can tell, Star is enjoying life, like she always does. Not as cheerful and bright as she would remember Star to be, but that in itself is explicable. After all, they are in church, and today is Christmas Eve, after all. A light, bitter smile appears on Tsubame's face. She had not think that she would meet Star, of all people, on Christmas Eve. If anything, she'd have thought her to be the only one who decided to spend tonight at a secluded area. And, to be honest, she'd think that Star would have gone to some sort of Christmas eve party, a lot of people in that. Seeing her reminded Tsubame of J, and that simply brought back some… unwanted memories, so to speak. Not that she is having any sort of complaint about seeing Star again, really. It was just, how to put it…. Unexpected. Right. That should be the word. Things has been rather unexpected ever since two years ago. More like, since she first came to Hyakuji. For the better or the worse. But then again, this must be something that was planned above, too. Tsubame chooses a bench near the front of the altar, and dusts some of the dirts off the chair. She then proceeds to sit down, and look at the altar solemnly for a minute, before Star spoke up again. Why is she here? Tsubame couldn't help but to pause for a long, long moment. This is such a good question that she actually has to find an answer to. There is a lot of excuses she can use- wants to be quiet, to pray, or even just to pay a visit somewhere. If she wants, there are a billion of excuses she could have used. But when she look at Star, none of these excuses faired well enough to actually come out of her mouth. For she knows that Star knows her too well. Star, of all people, would be able to tell whether she is telling a lie, or genuine truth. She is one that forced Tsubame to face her true self. Even though it has been a story of the past, she must say that Star was one of those people who actually forced her to see herself as who she really is, regardless of the circumstances, or what Star has truly intended to accomplish. It will be a lie if Tsubame says that she was not thankful of Star's actions, even though they both realized that Star did, at that point, had feeling for J. Even how, Tsubame has feared that Star would have let go of her own control and confess to J, and rob her of the only connection she has to the world that she cares for. And that was the real reason why she called much more often than usual when she knew that Star has gone to England to train under J. Call her paranoia, Tsubame knows that deep down she is insecure. She was not before the fall of the House. However, she could not help but to cling onto connections she has that she cares nowadays. She would wake up in the middle of the night, sweating from a nightmare, and grab her PDA to check on J, simply to convince herself that J is still with her. She dreamt of nightmares of her being left alone, all in the dark, and she cannot stand that. But this has all been her own fault. She closes her eyes, and sigh a little. "… Repenting, I guess." After a while, the girl finally look up, and says, with a rather stern, emotion-less face. "And you?" |
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