The Sacrifice RP

[Edema Rue she/her]

1 minute ago, Aeoryi said:

Aster continued to chase Wren, using Starlight to quickly close the distance 

Wren climbed a tree so quickly it almost looked like magic. Then he leapt to another, speeding through them with no apparent destination in mind.

[Rallohir]

1 minute ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"I love you, Rallohir. I... hadn't actually said that yet."

He wiped the tears from his eyes, "I love you too." He said, still holding her

[Experience he/him]

Those in the tavern could see a figure in the corner slouched in his chair. They could see the sadness surrounding him, if not by the tears then by the shaking in his body as he silently sobbed. Those in the tavern could not, however, see what Mike was seeing. A memory. A scar too fresh to be reopened, too painful to touch.

The day his father had died.

...

Mike's family had a special gift. One that traveled through bloodline, generation to generation. Many families had gifts, but very few held the ability to manipulate the magical energy found with in every living thing. 

Many people didn't recognize this energy within themselves, as they had very little. Someone without magical powers had barely any magical energy at all, as the universe had no significant plans for them.

Michael hadn't been born with the ability to manipulate this magical energy restorativly. He hadn't had very much magical energy at all, at least compared to the rest of his family. In other words, he was a dud. Expendable. Almost useless. 

That was how most of his family saw him. A failure. Michael had been denying those claims his entire life.

His father had been one of the strongest manipulators among his loving family members. He had also been one of the very few that believed in Michael. Really believed in him.

You see, Michael's father could manipulate magical energy to modify time. This required massive amounts of magical energy inside of someone, which only allowed him to use this ability on himself - to see the future, or at least possible futures.

Many of his prophesies came true. Many did not. And so it wasn't a surprise that not many believed him when he claimed all that Michael would become. 

Even Michael didn't believe, as he could never have foreseen this unforgettable and life changing day.

...

Mike found himself walking alongside his father. He was a magnificent man, though many thought crazy was a more accurate description. 

They were in a narrow cavern. The walls were metallic and reflected the soft yellow glow caused by lanterns placed intermittently along the path. 

Michael's father was taller than Mike by a few inches, though Mike was sure he'd catch up within a year. His father had always claimed he never would never see a day when he was shorter than Mike. 

Wait. 

This feels familiar.

No.

I can't watch this. Not again. 

Michael's father looked down at his son, a proud smile lighting his face. "I have been waiting for this day for a very long time, Michael."

Mike looked up at his father quizzically. "What do you mean, father? What's so special about today?"

"Today you wi-"

No!

Stop!

The tunnel disappeared, as well as Michael's father. Mike found himself in a dark place, with no visible light.

Many would call it a miserable place, but Mike was relieved. Even if he was a failure, he couldn't relive those moments.

Because no matter how much he had tried, those wounds couldn't be healed.

Edited October 21, 2023 by Experience
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[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Edema Rue said:

Wren climbed a tree so quickly it almost looked like magic. Then he leapt to another, speeding through them with no apparent destination in mind.

Aster used some Starlight to make a copy of herself, and cut Wren off.

Aster approached from behind, leaping into a flight to chase after the annoying kidnapper.

[Experience he/him]

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Those  in the tavern could see a figure in the corner slouched in his chair. They could see the sadness surrounding him, if not by the tears then by the shaking in his body as he silently sobbed. Those in the tavern could not, however, see what Mike was seeing. A memory. A scar too fresh to be reopened, too painful to touch.

The day his father had died.

...

Mike's family had a special gift. One that traveled through bloodline, generation to generation. Many families had gifts, but very few held the ability to manipulate the magical energy found with in every living thing. 

Many people didn't recognize this energy within themselves, as they had very little. Someone without magical powers had barely any magical energy at all, as the universe had no significant plans for them.

Michael hadn't been born with the ability to manipulate this magical energy restorativly. He hadn't had very much magical energy at all, at least compared to the rest of his family. In other words, he was a dud. Expendable. Almost useless. 

That was how most of his family saw him. A failure. Michael had been denying those claims his entire life.

His father had been one of the strongest manipulators among his loving family members. He had also been one of the very few that believed in Michael. Really believed in him.

You see, Michael's father could manipulate magical energy to modify time. This required massive amounts of magical energy inside of someone, which only allowed him to use this ability on himself - to see the future, or at least possible futures.

Many of his prophesies came true. Many did not. And so it wasn't a surprise that not many believed him when he claimed all that Michael would become. 

Even Michael didn't believe, as he could never have foreseen this unforgettable and life changing day.

...

Mike found himself walking alongside his father. He was a magnificent man, though many thought crazy was a more accurate description. 

They were in a narrow cavern. The walls were metallic and reflected the soft yellow glow caused by lanterns placed intermittently along the path. 

Michael's father was taller than Mike by a few inches, though Mike was sure he'd catch up within a year. His father had always claimed he never would never see a day when he was shorter than Mike. 

Wait. 

This feels familiar.

No.

I can't watch this. Not again. 

Michael's father looked down at his son, a proud smile lighting his face. "I have been waiting for this day for a very long time, Michael."

Mike looked up at his father quizzically. "What do you mean, father? What's so special about today?"

"Today you wi-"

No!

Stop!

The tunnel disappeared, as well as Michael's father. Mike found himself in a dark place, with no visible light.

Many would call it a miserable place, but Mike was relieved. Even if he was a failure, he couldn't relive those moments.

Because no matter how much he had tried, those wounds couldn't be healed.

Edited October 22, 2023 by Experience

[Edema Rue she/her]

6 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

Aster used some Starlight to make a copy of herself, and cut Wren off.

Aster approached from behind, leaping into a flight to chase after the annoying kidnapper.

But now Wren was on the ground, hidden below the foliage.

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Edema Rue said:

But now Wren was on the ground, hidden below the foliage.

Aster used her triangulation to find Wren... Again, and approached (him?) And struck.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 minute ago, Rallohir said:

He wiped the tears from his eyes, "I love you too." He said, still holding her

"Like the lighting loves the rain, like candle loves the flame. I cannot be away, I need you here to stay."

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Yes, I just spent a considerable amount of time coming up with that. No, I don't regret it.

 

[Rallohir]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"Like the lighting loves the rain, like candle loves the flame. I cannot be away, I need you here to stay."

 

"And stay I shall." He whispered gently.

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Wow, that's really good

 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

3 minutes ago, Rallohir said:

"And stay I shall." He whispered gently.

Vena went silent, watching him, then turned bright red. She spoke quickly. "I know this is probably a horrible time and a dumb thing to say, but... can I kiss you now?"

[Rallohir]

1 minute ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

Vena went silent, watching him, then turned bright red. She spoke quickly. "I know this is probably a horrible time and a dumb thing to say, but... can I kiss you now?"

He smiled, his eyes brightening just a little. "Yes, please." He had lost his voice, so he was still whispering.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

12 minutes ago, Rallohir said:

He smiled, his eyes brightening just a little. "Yes, please." He had lost his voice, so he was still whispering.

Vena leaned down, then pressed her lips into his, pulling him up next to her, then against her. Rallohir thought he could feel her heartbeat, pounding a fast rhythm.

[Rallohir]

4 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

Vena leaned down, then pressed her lips into his, pulling him up next to her, then against her. Rallohir thought he could feel her heartbeat, pounding a fast rhythm.

He ran his hands through her hair, and kissed back, his heartbeat syncing with hers. This wondrous moment felt like an eternity. 

 

[Edema Rue she/her]

39 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

Aster used her triangulation to find Wren... Again, and approached (him?) And struck.

He dodged back, cursing. Then he threw a knife at her (at some point, he had circled back and grabbed the ones he’d already used.)

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Edema Rue said:

He dodged back, cursing. Then he threw a knife at her (at some point, he had circled back and grabbed the ones he’d already used.)

It hit her and made her fall to the ground, no longer glowing. 

"Why do you care so much about Eddie and Lilyana? Why do you care?" She asked.

[Edema Rue she/her]

1 minute ago, Aeoryi said:

It hit her and made her fall to the ground, no longer glowing. 

"Why do you care so much about Eddie and Lilyana? Why do you care?" She asked.

“I have my orders,” he said again, wiping a smear of blood off his cheek.

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Edema Rue said:

“I have my orders,” he said again, wiping a smear of blood off his cheek.

"But why do you follow them?"

[Edema Rue she/her]

Just now, Aeoryi said:

"But why do you follow them?"

He laughed. “I’m not bad at my job. Had to learn about their powers first.”

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Edema Rue said:

He laughed. “I’m not bad at my job. Had to learn about their powers first.”

"No, why do you follow your orders?"

[Edema Rue she/her]

Just now, Aeoryi said:

"No, why do you follow your orders?"

He looked at her, and for the first time she saw something…angry in his gaze. But then it was gone. He chuckled and shook his head. “Trust, stranger. Trust is a powerful thing.”

[Aeoryi she/her]

Just now, Edema Rue said:

He looked at her, and for the first time she saw something…angry in his gaze. But then it was gone. He chuckled and shook his head. “Trust, stranger. Trust is a powerful thing.”

"You trust someone so much that you would literally kidnap two kids who did nothing wrong?" Aster glares at Wren.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

15 minutes ago, Rallohir said:

He ran his hands through her hair, and kissed back, his heartbeat syncing with hers. This wondrous moment felt like an eternity.

Vena felt electrified, her body tingling, her heart aflame, her lips pressed firmly against his. His closeness was intoxicating, not just the physical but the emotional connection. She needed this, to love and be loved. For now, she put the questions of whether or not she deserved it out of her mind. A soft, contented sound like a sigh or a moan escaped her lungs as she released all of her tension into chilled air that no longer found purchase in her heart.

Edited October 22, 2023 by The Aspiring Archivist

[Edema Rue she/her]

3 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

"You trust someone so much that you would literally kidnap two kids who did nothing wrong?" Aster glares at Wren.

Wren blinked at her, surprised. “Nothing? How well do you know your friends?”

[Aeoryi she/her]

1 minute ago, Edema Rue said:

Wren blinked at her, surprised. “Nothing? How well do you know your friends?”

"Kinda well?" Aster replied to the odd question.

[Edema Rue she/her]

8 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

"Kinda well?" Aster replied to the odd question.

Wren nodded. “You’re missing a few things about them. Just…do you know.” And then he stabbed her.