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Sinfjotle Lordly? No, not quite.                     Since: 11-17-05 From: Kansas Last post: 6286 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| OoC: If you join, it has to be an original character that knows nothing about anything that has happened in SBA or SF (Original or Neo).
It has been a long time. Ages have passed and I still feel the same. I've watched my people grow and migrate throughout the universe, but I can't be proud. I know that in the end they'll make the same mistakes. Over time, machines have developed in a very different way and have become biological. Dracoonx11's purpose had been completed and so I gave her a life, like she'd given so many. Maybe I had developed a form of empathy and so I felt inclined to let her live a life amongst her children. I placed her in a nice family and gave her a nice environment, I even gave her a nearly perfect body, and I protected and watched over her while remaining out of site. This existence had roughly advanced to the early 21st century A.D. of the planet earth. I am one of the strongest beings in all of existence, now that hardly anyone from the old existence exists. This job was easy. Dracoonx11's family named her Celia, as they had no idea that she was what could be considered an ancestor in a new body. The first eight years of her life brought many gifts to her, the young girl stayed healthy and showed talent for nearly every form of art. She preformed fairly well with instruments and even learned the disciplines of martial arts. The gift of magic, that had weakened greatly over time, was strong in her and she showed a great skill in most forms, though she couldn't produce a trickle of chaos or order magic. The eight year old was in for a surprise when she wandered out of her parents sight at a local play ground. The results of the incident were recorded as follows: Celia had seen something run into the trees, it looked like a ghost and her curiosity peaked. She ran after it and as she passed the tree something grabbed her feet. Before she could scream she was pulled down beneath the surface of the earth into a removed space. These anomalies were very rare, but there had been a report on one on the T.V. A removed space was a sort of empty place where reality was broken for some reason. Something in them had the power to disrupt reality. Celia took a few steps as she looked around, even though all she could see in any direction was blackness, she didn't have a problem seeing her hand or her hair if she looked at it. She took a few more steps and noticed a glowing light purple light in the distance. She calmly walked towards it and as she got closer, she noticed it was an light puprle witch's hat. She took another step towards it and almost jumped as a voice cut the silence. Disembodied Voice: "Oh wow, look at you!" The voice seemed excited and Celia looked around, trying to find out where it had come from. Disembodied Voice: "Please pick up the hat and put it on your head, you'll be able to see me and we can communicate more directly then." Celia didn't know why, but she did as she was told and picked up the hat and put it on her head. Instantly a lady appeared in front of her and Celia knew her name. Deneb: "Teehee, you found me!  "
The lady was wearing the same hat Celia was wearing that matched the light purple clothes on her. Celia: "What's happening?" Celia's voice was a little shaky as she looked at the woman in front of her. Deneb: "Well, you've stumbled onto a relic! Congratulations! I'll be your companion and help you out, but my hat has a few special properties to it! "
Celia didn't know what Deneb was talking about. Deneb: "I see you're confused... Well, as long as that hat is in your possession, you'll notice your magic will be a lot stronger! Of course everyone of these relics has a curse... and I guess I'll tell you the curse now..." Celia gulped, she didn't like what she was going to hear she was sure. Deneb: "We get to be friends! Yay! "
Celia giggled, Deneb certainly had energy that appealed to her young mind, and her youthful spirit would be nice to be around. Celia: "That sounds like a nice deal to me! "
And so one of the first relics were discovered. Three years passed before another relic was discovered, with it's release life would change for the inhabitants of the planet though, and all I did was watch. |
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Ogama Dobe Rope  Since: 11-15-06 From: The Darkness of my Soul Last post: 6284 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| A boy roughly around the age of 16 was clad in ragged clothes. The remains of a shirt and pants clung to his frame. A tattered coat hung from his shoulders as well. The youth had dark hair which was short, save for his bangs which hung low over the left side of his face. His eyes were slightly gray. He carried with him a large sword hilt, he let it drag in the dirt, the large crosspiece creating a trail. Upon his right cheek was a circle in which an "X" with a line down the center of it. The boy had no name. He was only a wanderer, looking for a place to call home. | |||
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain  Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6284 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| Inu: "Sigmund, I don't want to see you coming to work late again! And next time, those floors better be clean enough for me to eat off of, or I'm gonna tear you a new one and a half!"
Arnold Inu was a self-serving man in his early thirties who sported a tacky tie and an even tackier haircut. He reeked constantly of gel and Axe, and had that annoying smile that would make a man rip his throat out if he held it for more than four seconds. He had three weeks' paid vacation a year, a new beamer that shined as brightly as his smile, and a massive insurance policy that he had taken out on it. His house, his TV, his wife's breasts, everything about him was enormous, and he loved to think big. Well, almost everything was, anyway. His attitude had gotten him a middle-management position at Neocorp, a fast-rising technological conglomerate responsible for hundreds of innovations, from the self-flushing toilet to the triple-layer DVD, all in the name of profit. He constantly intrigued with other middle-management jockeys for a position among the upper-management, who in turn intrigued with other upper-management jockeys to keep the middle-management positions down and make their own jobs all the more lucrative. Inu had never even seen a member of the elusive and apparently all-inclusive "board". But this isn't Inu's story. This is Sigmund's. Sigmund was an aging janitor for the lower levels of Neocorp whom Arnold Inu loved to bully around. Everywhere outside of his job, Sigmund was a reasonably good-natured man; his kindness and wisdom grew in inverse proportionality to the color and volume of his hair, and he delighted in digging in his garden in the backyard of his small, modest house. He lived alone, having never had the guile or ruthless attitude to truly pursue a wife (or husband, for that matter). His family visited on the holidays, and he sent out postcards when he needed to, but in large part he lived in seclusion, always ready to share a story of his youth with the kids. Even the dirt he was kind to: He always dug gingerly, with no hurry in his movements, making sure to get the roots just right and the holes just deep enough so that the seed would sprout without trouble. His garden had always rewarded him; it was his one true friend in the world. One day, he had decided to make his garden a good bit bigger. He had decided this as Mr. Inu was yelling at him not to be late. Sigmund was never actually late, always right on time. But because Mr. Inu had never seen him come in on time, he assumed that Sigmund was instead late, and as such he would constantly drag Sigmund into his criticism. The hypocrisy of the situation was that Inu himself was almost always a few moments late to work, and as a result immediately assumed that everyone else would be late, as well. The grass where Sigmund dug was soft and yielding, a sign of never having been trampled on a day in its existence in Sigmund's backyard. He pushed his spade beneath the earth, throwing piles of dirt left and right, reminding himself to replace them carefully when he had finished. However, his reminder was cut short when his spade hit something hard. Something very inordinately hard. Something that made a muffled noise when he struck it. ???: "...ey!" Puzzled, Sigmund dug further and further. He brushed a few bits of earth aside, and stared at what lay before him. A handstrap to what looked like a massive duffel bag... His attempts to pull it out of the ground were futile; it was just too heavy for him to budge. He heard the voice again... "...ink you... ..oing..." Now, Sigmund was not a God-fearing man, and he did not believe in magic beyond the kind that involved rabbits, hats, and Michael Caine, but seeing a large bag full of who knows what talk to him was more than enough to make him believe that perhaps today was not the best day to expand his garden. The sun was setting as it was, and he had been working all afternoon. He resolved to simply get the bag out of the ground and try again tomorrow. Perhaps if he took some of the things out of it? He searched in the hole he had dug for a zipper on the bag. With much effort, he had managed to wipe the dirt and dust away from it to the point where he could pull the zipper open. He didn't quite expect what happened next. Satchel: "Thank you..." Sigmund felt a strange force overcome him as the bag's opening drew him closer and closer inside. He screamed, naturally, but the near-magnetic power of the bag prevented anyone around him from taking any kind of notice. A bright blue light shot upward from the hole like a spotlight for just a moment, turning the heads of several passerby, who then proceeded to go about their evening business. When the light faded, Sigmund sat on his knees, alive, well, and able to lift the bag out of the ground without effort. He grinned, his eyes glowing a sky-blue hue, as caked dirt fell from the bag. He could see inside, outside, all around him. It was as if... ...As if his soul were one with the bag, a phylactery of spirit. Sigmund: "...Very much for freeing me, Mr. Sigmund." |
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Sinfjotle Lordly? No, not quite. Since: 11-17-05 From: Kansas Last post: 6286 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| OoC: Ogama... uhh, that really won't work with the setting here, sorry, but well, no.
Deneb: "Celia... wake up..." Celia rolled over in her sleep. She didn't want to get out of the warm, soft cocoon of her blankets. Deneb: "Celia!!!" Celia opened her eyes to see Deneb about an inch from her face. She was surprised at first and moved away. After three years, Celia thought she'd get used to how Deneb acted, but sometimes it was still weird because Celia couldn't feel Deneb's presence. Celia: "What is it...?" Deneb had been teaching Celia how to control and manifest magic more, and Celia thought she'd improved quite a bit. Her magic was the strongest in the world with Deneb's help, but she never showed it to anyone. Deneb: "I felt something wake up... Another relic, but this one is... very powerful..." Celia started to listen intently. Deneb had once told her that in her time, magic was much more powerful. Deneb herself could use a magic strong enough to paralyze an entire city in chains. If Deneb thought something was powerful, than it must be very powerful. Deneb: "It's a lot like my hat, I can tell it has an infinite amount of space inside of it, but it has so much in it already where I only have books in the hat." Celia: "Are you sure we should worry about it?" Deneb: "Celia, if it's a demon or a monster, who do you think can take care of it besides you!?" Celia had to think for a second, crime was virtually extinct and most people obeyed the laws. There wasn't even a military anymore. Celia: "The police...?" Deneb sighed and put a hand on Celia's face. It felt so much different than anyone else's hand, as if it was made differently. Deneb: "We'll have to. Until more relics are uncovered, you're the only one capable of it... tonight though you should sleep, we can worry about it tomorrow morning, all right? " |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6284 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| The light of the next day's sun shined upon a lowly little flat in the middle of suburbia, home to an aging gardener that moonlighted as a janitor in broad daylight.
Sigmund had a bad hip and several ounces of pain with some of his quicker movements, a sign that he was getting on in his years. He didn't feel it was very fair, considering he ate healthy, was physically active both in and out of his home, and had never drank or smoked a day in his life. In spite of it all, and at a comparatively young age when placed alongside his friends, Sigmund was physically ailing, weak as a kitten in lieu of what few friends he did have. He wore glasses to deal with his myopia, and he lifted weights to protect his muscles from atrophy. In spite of this, his perscription strengthened by the year, and his muscles found themselves able to do less and less reps as time went on. Suddenly, ten pushups felt like a hundred, a hundred like a thousand, and road signs as he drove along the highway took more and more time to get into focus. Today, however, was not a day of ailment. As his piercing alarm clock sounded the 7:00 hour, Sigmund opened his eyes and stared straight up at the ceiling, not expecting to see the very swirl of its white plaster clear as glass through his pupils. He furrowed his brow, almost attempting to delude himself into thinking that no, it was most definitely out of focus. It was out of focus every other day, he thought as he reached to his nightstand for his spectacles. Putting them on, he found that there was no change in his vision, almost as if his own eyes had adjusted to the glasses almost instantly. He did, however, fail to realize that there was none of the usual early morning aches and pains in his arms as he did his morning exercises. A few pushups (to get the blood pumping) later, and Sigmund was fully awake, though he did not feel quite as fatigued as he normally did when he first got out of bed. In fact, he didn't even feel like mixing himself a pot of coffee that morning either, and when he went to pluck the morning paper from his front lawn, bending over produced no pain in his back. That was when he caught on. No pain, his eyes didn't hurt, he could most certainly move his limbs freely... ...That new chiropractor must have finally done something right, Sigmund thought as he entered his modestly-decorated kitchen, a fresh newspaper in his arms and a bowl of oatmeal boiling on the stove. |
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Sinfjotle Lordly? No, not quite. Since: 11-17-05 From: Kansas Last post: 6286 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| Celia dreamed...
Deneb: "Abandon the castle and get away from here as fast as you can!" Deneb ordered everyone in her castle as she barred the front door and the back door behind them. Deneb: "Why did everything go wrong? Why did you turn on us Herald? I... This is for your own good..." Deneb began to cast a spell and as the front gates of the castle were shattered by a dragon, a light surrounded the dragon and then Celia's dream ended. Deneb: "Celia, wake up, we need to get going!" Celia snapped awake and looked around. Her school clothes were laid out for her. She had about two hours until school... Celia: "Why did you get me up early?" Deneb: "We need to go to someone's house." Celia: "Who's?" Deneb: "No idea, but get dressed it's important." Celia obeyed and put her clothes on before getting her shoes and quietly leaving the house. It was still a little dark when she left. With Deneb guiding her, she soon made it to a rather small house. Nervously she walked up to the door. Deneb: "Go ahead, knock." Celia: "But..." Deneb: "Please, you'll be fine." Celia knocked on the door nervously, she had no idea what she was supposed to say or do. Dracoon kept a careful watch as the scene progressed. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to act quite as stealth as he had so far. |
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