the fellowship of the thing The Fellowship of the Thing - I'm bored. Let's mess around! (Retired)

[Condensation she/her]

"I'm going to go check on them," Herate said to no one in particular. She walked around for a bit, trying to figure out a way up, then stamped herself. Haiire tossed a rope up to the building, then climbed up the rope and walked into the building.

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Are you guys in the entryway, or have you gone elsewhere? I can't remember.

 

[Bearer of all agonies he/him]

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Nice job @Condensation! 1,000 posts! Woohoo! I only have half of that. . . 

Taln, weirdly, has an urge to congratulate Herate. “Nice job. For whatever you did.” He scratches his head. “I don’t know why I did that. I had an urge to congratulate you for some reason. Over the years, I have come to trust my instincts. Whatever you did, congratulations!” He shrugs, then walks away. 

[Condensation she/her]

19 minutes ago, Bearer of all agonies said:

Taln, weirdly, has an urge to congratulate Herate. “Nice job. For whatever you did.” He scratches his head. “I don’t know why I did that. I had an urge to congratulate you for some reason. Over the years, I have come to trust my instincts. Whatever you did, congratulations!” He shrugs, then walks away. 

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'only'

"Thanks? I guess?" Herate walks further into the building. "Hello, is anyone there? T? Ember? Enter?"

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

2 hours ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

"With luck they will."

"Alright, then. We'll start with mind shielding... it'll probably be a rather important skill, seeing as how your magic is largely mental.

"I'm not sure if any stances would help you with this skill in particular, but being comfortable is important, because to shield your mind you can't have any distractions. We'll start with that, actually... push aside any distractions, like pain or strong emotions. It may seem cliche to 'clear your mind,' but in my experience, a lot of things tend to be correct if they're cliche. So... clear your mind. No distractions. Go."

"Well, there are statistics that women have a harder time clearing their mind than men, but I'll try."

[Scarletfox]

Fox stepped into a magnificent palace, the walls made of beautiful crystalline quartz. The hall's floor was cloaked in a blood red rug. The scene was perfect, pristine, quiet, tarnished only by Fox's presence. It seemed... too perfect, however. Strangely so. It didn't seem fully.... real? Fox looked at the line of doors, each towering figure made of solid oak. Stepping up to one, Fox took the handle, and opened up the door with a creaaaaaaaak. She immediately felt conflicted, unnaturally so, as if someone else were controlling how she felt. As she peered in, she heard the cry of a young girl.

"Please, no, it's all we have left!" The room was all white, expect for a terrified teenage girl with brown hair, and a cutsy red dress, and a much younger version of the Fox, holding a knife. Standing in the doorway, Fox cocked her head curiously, she did not remember ever doing something like this, although as the younger her spoke, it came back to Fox slowly. 

"You say that as you wear a dress worth more than me!" The Fox lashed out at the girl. "Now hand it over."

The girl fumbled with something at her side, and handed over a large wad of cash. "Please, my father is being held hostage, if I don't give this to the kidnappers, they may kill him!" 

The Fox eyed the girl, before snatching the money and running off. The girl faded, but Fox could see herself running away with the cash and a conflicted look on her face, and hear the girl's sobs. Then, everything faded to white. There must be nothing else for her to see there, so Fox stepped out, and shut the door. She walked down a couple more doors, and opened it up. Inside, was her and another red-headed girl, and her brother. Although Fox knew she should be happy to see her brother, she felt something else: Anger.

"Brother, NO!" The younger Fox screamed. "You should have come to us first, we are family! Now what will we do?" Her brother, who had been looking at his shoes before, looked up and smiled a smile that, for some reason, struck a lightning bolt of horror into Fox's heart. She stepped out and slammed the door before the scene had finished. For some reason, that room made her very uncomfortable.

Walking a bit further, Fox opened yet another room. Inside was her and that other red-head again. The ginger was handing the Fox a knife, who's face was unhappy as she took it. The girl spoke. "Little Fox, like I say every time. We are street-dwellers. We must assume the best, but prepare for the worst." The room faded. That was fast.

In another room, she saw Nath handing her a jewel encrusted knife. It was the knife! The knife that had killed her brother! Fox felt her hand forming into her fist, although she really felt something along the lines of... gratitude, and... trust? "Do try not to cut yourself with it. It has a rather nasty tendency to eat away at the souls of those that it cuts." He said, just before the room faded away. No! She wanted to see more! Why didn't it let her see more? She slammed the door with frustration.

She walked to the very next door and flung it open. The moment the knob turned, she was smacked with a wall of terror, anger, hatred, and horror. Standing over the older red-headed girl was a man in a long trenchcoat and a fedora, although Fox couldn't see any version of herself there. The girl was bleeding, and didn't seem to be moving. The man reached down and checked the girl's pulse, before looking up and smiling a sickeningly cruel smile, and staring right at Fox. Fox was stricken with fear yet again as her brother spoke in a smooth crisp voice, "You can come out now, Little Fox." She shut the door quickly, before anything else happened, breathing heavily. What was that?

Fox needed to get out of this castle, it was making her question her reality. She walked down the hall, and found a stairway downward. When she got to the bottom of the stairs, Fox found herself in a lobby type, but instead of a door to the outside, there was a door that was different than the others. This one was made of a pearly gold. Fox walked up to it, deciding to go in. 

Fox gritted her teeth, and pushed the door open. The walls were defined in this room, although they were black. The floor was black also. In the middle of the room was a man on his knees, staring at his hands. His eyes were unfocused, and his face was twisted in an eternal state of torment. Although he too was veiled in darkness, his features were distinct.

"Oh, Nath" Fox whispered, dashing over to him. She needed to bring him back. But as her fingers brushed his shoulder, she was instantly encompassed in wrath and agony. Pain streaked through her side and her jaw, and she felt eternally enraged at herself for failing. She gasped at the weight of it, though it only lasted half a second as her hand reflexively recoiled. No. She would be strong enough to do this. She reached out and placed a firm hand on his shoulder, allowing herself to be filled to the brim with pain and emotion. 

[Nathrangking he/him]

4 minutes ago, Scarletfox said:

Fox stepped into a magnificent palace, the walls made of beautiful crystalline quartz. The hall's floor was cloaked in a blood red rug. The scene was perfect, pristine, quiet, tarnished only by Fox's presence. It seemed... too perfect, however. Strangely so. It didn't seem fully.... real? Fox looked at the line of doors, each towering figure made of solid oak. Stepping up to one, Fox took the handle, and opened up the door with a creaaaaaaaak. She immediately felt conflicted, unnaturally so, as if someone else were controlling how she felt. As she peered in, she heard the cry of a young girl.

"Please, no, it's all we have left!" The room was all white, expect for a terrified teenage girl with brown hair, and a cutsy red dress, and a much younger version of the Fox, holding a knife. Standing in the doorway, Fox cocked her head curiously, she did not remember ever doing something like this, although as the younger her spoke, it came back to Fox slowly. 

"You say that as you wear a dress worth more than me!" The Fox lashed out at the girl. "Now hand it over."

The girl fumbled with something at her side, and handed over a large wad of cash. "Please, my father is being held hostage, if I don't give this to the kidnappers, they may kill him!" 

The Fox eyed the girl, before snatching the money and running off. The girl faded, but Fox could see herself running away with the cash and a conflicted look on her face, and hear the girl's sobs. Then, everything faded to white. There must be nothing else for her to see there, so Fox stepped out, and shut the door. She walked down a couple more doors, and opened it up. Inside, was her and another red-headed girl, and her brother. Although Fox knew she should be happy to see her brother, she felt something else: Anger.

"Brother, NO!" The younger Fox screamed. "You should have come to us first, we are family! Now what will we do?" Her brother, who had been looking at his shoes before, looked up and smiled a smile that, for some reason, struck a lightning bolt of horror into Fox's heart. She stepped out and slammed the door before the scene had finished. For some reason, that room made her very uncomfortable.

Walking a bit further, Fox opened yet another room. Inside was her and that other red-head again. The ginger was handing the Fox a knife, who's face was unhappy as she took it. The girl spoke. "Little Fox, like I say every time. We are street-dwellers. We must assume the best, but prepare for the worst." The room faded. That was fast.

In another room, she saw Nath handing her a jewel encrusted knife. It was the knife! The knife that had killed her brother! Fox felt her hand forming into her fist, although she really felt something along the lines of... gratitude, and... trust? "Do try not to cut yourself with it. It has a rather nasty tendency to eat away at the souls of those that it cuts." He said, just before the room faded away. No! She wanted to see more! Why didn't it let her see more? She slammed the door with frustration.

She walked to the very next door and flung it open. The moment the knob turned, she was smacked with a wall of terror, anger, hatred, and horror. Standing over the older red-headed girl was a man in a long trenchcoat and a fedora, although Fox couldn't see any version of herself there. The girl was bleeding, and didn't seem to be moving. The man reached down and checked the girl's pulse, before looking up and smiling a sickeningly cruel smile, and staring right at Fox. Fox was stricken with fear yet again as her brother spoke in a smooth crisp voice, "You can come out now, Little Fox." She shut the door quickly, before anything else happened, breathing heavily. What was that?

Fox needed to get out of this castle, it was making her question her reality. She walked down the hall, and found a stairway downward. When she got to the bottom of the stairs, Fox found herself in a lobby type, but instead of a door to the outside, there was a door that was different than the others. This one was made of a pearly gold. Fox walked up to it, deciding to go in. 

Fox gritted her teeth, and pushed the door open. The walls were defined in this room, although they were black. The floor was black also. In the middle of the room was a man on his knees, staring at his hands. His eyes were unfocused, and his face was twisted in an eternal state of torment. Although he too was veiled in darkness, his features were distinct.

"Oh, Nath" Fox whispered, dashing over to him. She needed to bring him back. But as her fingers brushed his shoulder, she was instantly encompassed in wrath and agony. Pain streaked through her side and her jaw, and she felt eternally enraged at herself for failing. She gasped at the weight of it, though it only lasted half a second as her hand reflexively recoiled. No. She would be strong enough to do this. She reached out and placed a firm hand on his shoulder, allowing herself to be filled to the brim with pain and emotion. 

I feel something akin to a cup siphoning water from the ocean. The agony takes me into a deeper darkness as something pulls me down. In this void I hear a voice. For moment I stir, but then resume my floating in the pool of apathy.

[Turtle they/them]

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Can anyone give me a summary of what happened? I sorta went on vacation and couldn’t bring my phone.

 

[I Am A Fish he/him]

3 minutes ago, turtle said:

 

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I'd just read from where you left off...

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

12 hours ago, DramaQueen said:

"Well, there are statistics that women have a harder time clearing their mind than men, but I'll try."

"Another rule of magic: forget dumb statistics. It doesn't matter what gender you are; it only matters whether or not you're willing to do something." Fadran takes a few steps back. "So I'm going to do my best to get into your mind. I won't stay there, but I'll try to get in. Your job is to keep me out. Ready?"

[Mist she/her]

 

On 9/3/2020 at 3:17 PM, Frustration said:

"Of course," Jhaug said smiling "This way." Jhaug walked to the back a room seeming to make itself.

Jhaug grabbed a pendent and a glide from the wall, and handed them to the one who asked the question. "Put the glider on like this," Jhaug said demonstrating, "and push wind into the wings from below, that will get you in the air." Jhaug jumped off the side of the walkway into the large room below before lifting back up to be level with the customers.

"After that, adjust the wind to be slightly ahead of you, you'll go forward that way, don't go to fast at first."

 

On 9/4/2020 at 8:51 PM, Mist said:

T straps on the glider as Ember watches. She carefully takes the amulet and puts it on. Then, she reaches towards the amulet with her mind. Through it, she can feel the air, moving gently around her. As she steps towards the balcony overlooking the center of the room, she revels in being able to feel something as she feels her fields.

As T straps on the glider, Ember notices folds of fabric on her shirt under her arms. Self conscious, he moves his arms slightly, feeling similar folds concealed under his armor. She is who I'm supposed to find, but what should I do now? Tawny doesn't know that she's here.

T reaches the walkway, then stands for a moment. She seizes the air with her mind and pushes it against the bottom of the glider wings. The glider lifts abruptly, nearly reaching the ceiling. She immediately tones down the intensity, managing to reach an equilibrium. She then begins to direct the wind towards the front of the glider, carefully balancing her weight. 

14 hours ago, Condensation said:

"Thanks? I guess?" Herate walks further into the building. "Hello, is anyone there? T? Ember? Enter?"

Ember hears her and walks towards the entryway. "We're in here."

2 hours ago, turtle said:

 

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What did you last see?

 

[Condensation she/her]

9 hours ago, Mist said:

 

 

T reaches the walkway, then stands for a moment. She seizes the air with her mind and pushes it against the bottom of the glider wings. The glider lifts abruptly, nearly reaching the ceiling. She immediately tones down the intensity, managing to reach an equilibrium. She then begins to direct the wind towards the front of the glider, carefully balancing her weight. 

Ember hears her and walks towards the entryway. "We're in here."

 

"Okay. Are we nearly ready to go?"

[Scarletfox]

Fox would be strong for her friend. She needed to get rid of this pain for the time being. Could she take it all? Could she bring all of the emotion and pain from Nath onto herself? She allowed herself to open up a bit more, letting the pain in more and more. She felt a desire to... let... go.... She wanted to release herself into the bliss and loveliness that sleep would bring. She wanted to-- NO! The pain was too much for Fox to bear on her own. She let the extra amount she had taken upon herself to slide back to Nath. There had to be another solution.

In all of the rooms, Fox saw something from her life. If it was hers, why could she not control it? She seemed to get this idea from... something.... some memory... someone.... telling her that she... was the.... commander and mistress of this place? That it would be what she willed it to be? Although Fox did not have a specific memory to attribute this knowledge to, she felt as if she had one at some point. She remembered, having a memory. How fascinating. Perhaps she could channel some of this suffering into a room much like the ones she had found earlier. How would one do something such as that? Fox looked at Nath, silently apologetic as she released him. She was going to somehow use this palace to help control some of Nath's pain.

She looked at a wall and commanded, "Room, appear!" Nothing happened. She concentrated, focused, channeled all of her energy into making the door appear. Nothing happened. Fox sighed, but she was determined to do this. She was strong enough to do this. She had the will to do this. She exasperatedly seethed, "Why won't you obey me?" Much to her surprise, it responded.

"Because you're so weak. You can never make a difference." The words rasped directly into her brain. Fox stepped back, surprised, angry, and secretly ashamed. 

"Weak? I'm not weak. If anyone's weak, it's you for not showing yourself." She responded indignantly out loud.

"Ahhhhhh. The lies you let yourself believe. You really cannot change anything. You cannot make a difference. You cannot help this fool."

"Nath isn't a fool!" She cried, the words coming before she had time to think about them.

"You so readily defend the same man you worked hard to destroy. You turn around from shattering him to wanting to help pick up the pieces. Why? Why expend the effort to help a man you barely even know?"

"Because-" Fox replied hesitantly, "Because it feels right."

The voice seemed to laugh heartily, if such a thing were possible. "It feels right? Did I just hear you say that? Since when have you done what feels right?"

"Well, I never stole from one who didn't deserve it."

"Says you. Who are you to decide who does and doesn't deserve to have misfortune knocking on their doorstep?" Fox bit her lip. "Who are you to know the intentions and reasons behind what they did? You had no true knowledge. You only stole for self benefit."

"Well, I changed."

"You changed. You believe the right thing is to try to help someone you hated for years. What kind of sense does that make?"

"It, it just feels right."

"Ah, yes. That clears everything up. Even if it were the right thing, however, you wouldn't be able to do it. You've made yourself so.... vulnerable. There is nothing you can do to save him."

"I'll, I'll figure something out!"

The voice laughed again. "Yes, yes, is that not what you said when your brother started hunting Alice and you?"

"What? He did no such thing." Fox said without conviction.

"You were powerless then, and you are powerless now. You can do nothing."

"As-- as long as I do my best, it doesn't matter what I can and can't do"

"You really don't believe that.." A figure emerged from the dark of the wall. It was pitch black, so much so that you could not see it unless it was moving, which it was, toward Fox. It grabbed her wrists with a firm grip, and twisted her arm around her in a quick motion, ending with Fox's arms pinned to her back in a painful position. Just an inch more, and her arm would likely break. A squeak escaped Fox's lips as she instinctively knew what followed. The figure placed both wrists under the grasp of one hand, using the other hand to violently lift her by the base of the hood on her hoodie, and slam her head into the wall. As she fell to the ground, her head aching, she pleaded feebly, "please, don't brother", before remembering that this was not her brother. Why would her brother be doing this to her anyway? For some reason, she knew it had happened before.

"You were useless to fight against your brother, as you are useless to fight against me. We are forces of existence, unstoppable and immalleable." The figure spoke, making its way toward Fox. Fox found stupid stupid tears wetting her face again. She was brave enough to stop this. She had the strength to fight back against this. Nath needed her. But the ache through her skull was incredible.

"You do not matter because you cannot even sway the things that happen. We simply happen. You are useless."

Fox stopped struggling. She knew her limitations. She could not stop this thing. Just as she could not stop her brother. Just as she could not stop a hurricane. All she could do was board up the windows and try to clean up afterward. So let her eyes flutter shut, and she curled into a ball. She allowed herself to become complacent. Things happened. As she heard a voice saying, "sooooo weak", and felt a boot being placed on her side, Fox remembered something.

That older red-head from so many palace rooms was helping the Fox out of a ditch, bloodied and bruised. "Remember, Little Fox, it does not matter what you do, as long as you do your best." 

Fox's eyes snapped open. What was she doing? She was going against everything her sister had taught her! Even if she did end up dying, she would not go without a fight. Even if she was useless, she would die trying not to be. Fox would not go gently into that good night. She narrowed her eyes onto the figure beating her, and said with confidence and conviction, "I. Am. Me." As she said the words, the figure removed his boot from her. "I will do what is right, because it is right. And you, are getting in the way of what is right. So I will do my best to clear the path." Although she could barely focus her eyes, Fox braced herself against the wall, and stood upright. Emotion and physical torment were but races to run, mountains to climb, monsters to slay. The figure appeared to shrink as a dagger appeared in Fox's hand. She lunged toward the beast, finding that it was indeed tangible enough to be stabbed. She drove the dagger through where she thought it's heart would be. 

Fox thought she heard a real voice, not a sent thought, come from it's lips. It whispered in a barely audible tone, "Well done." The being dissipated into lingering smoke, that soon vanished as well. Fox leaned against the wall, and let herself slide back to the floor. She then proceeded to throw up all over that floor.

After wiping the vomit off of her mouth, Fox stood again despite the fatigue. She looked at the knife in her hand, amazed at what she was able to create, or rather, manipulate. She placed the knife into one of her hoodie pockets. She wanted a room, an outlet, a place where she could corral Nath's pain. She looked at the wall, and imagined its shape being changed. An indentation sunk into the wall, morphing into something not unlike a cave. Well, that would work. Now for something harder, she imagined the wall becoming hinges, and the hinges being connected to a large gate with strong locks. She concentrated hard, I will have my gate. She thought, or rather, commanded. The matter complied. There was a large, beautiful, oak gate, that was swung open at the cave entrance.

Fox's face broke into a smile, which died shortly after, as she remembered Nath. Fox strode over to Nath, and placed her hand back on his shoulder. Her jaw clenched together as the suffering was poured back into her. She reached her free hand out toward the cave, and allowed the pain to flow from her fingertips. It came out of her fingertips as a deep red smoke, unlike that she had imagined, flowing into the room she had created. She felt the pain leaving her, and she relaxed, but became taut again as she was quickly refilled. The pain was similar to the vastness of space, seemingly never ending. Fox continued to feed the red smoke into the cave tediously, until she felt Nath begin to stir.

@Nathrangking

Edited September 7, 2020 by Scarletfox

[Condensation she/her]

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That was good. Have a reputation!

 

[Nathrangking he/him]

3 minutes ago, Scarletfox said:

Fox would be strong for her friend. She needed to get rid of this pain for the time being. Could she take it all? Could she bring all of the emotion and pain from Nath onto herself? She allowed herself to open up a bit more, letting the pain in more and more. She felt a desire to... let... go.... She wanted to release herself into the bliss and loveliness that sleep would bring. She wanted to-- NO! The pain was too much for Fox to bear on her own. She let the extra amount she had taken upon herself to slide back to Nath. There had to be another solution.

In all of the rooms, Fox saw something from her life. If it was hers, why could she not control it? She seemed to get this idea from... something.... some memory... someone.... telling her that she... was the.... commander and mistress of this place? That it would be what she willed it to be? Although Fox did not have a specific memory to attribute this knowledge to, she felt as if she had one at some point. She remembered, having a memory. How fascinating. Perhaps she could channel some of this suffering into a room much like the ones she had found earlier. How would one do something such as that? Fox looked at Nath, silently apologetic as she released him. She was going to somehow use this palace to help control some of Nath's pain.

She looked at a wall and commanded, "Room, appear!" Nothing happened. She concentrated, focused, channeled all of her energy into making the door appear. Nothing happened. Fox sighed, but she was determined to do this. She was strong enough to do this. She had the will to do this. She exasperatedly seethed, "Why won't you obey me?" Much to her surprise, it responded.

"Because you're so weak. You can never make a difference." The words rasped directly into her brain. Fox stepped back, surprised, angry, and secretly ashamed. 

"Weak? I'm not weak. If anyone's weak, it's you for not showing yourself." She responded indignantly out loud.

"Ahhhhhh. The lies you let yourself believe. You really cannot change anything. You cannot make a difference. You cannot help this fool."

"Nath isn't a fool!" She cried, the words coming before she had time to think about them.

"You so readily defend the same man you worked hard to destroy. You turn around from shattering him to wanting to help pick up the pieces. Why? Why expend the effort to help a man you barely even know?"

"Because-" Fox replied hesitantly, "Because it feels right."

The voice seemed to laugh heartily, if such a thing were possible. "It feels right? Did I just hear you say that? Since when have you done what feels right?"

"Well, I never stole from one who didn't deserve it."

"Says you. Who are you to decide who does and doesn't deserve to have misfortune knocking on their doorstep?" Fox bit her lip. "Who are you to know the intentions and reasons behind what they did? You had no true knowledge. You only stole for self benefit."

"Well, I changed."

"You changed. You believe the right thing is to try to help someone you hated for years. What kind of sense does that make?"

"It, it just feels right."

"Ah, yes. That clears everything up. Even if it were the right thing, however, you wouldn't be able to do it. You've made yourself so.... vulnerable. There is nothing you can do to save him."

"I'll, I'll figure something out!"

The voice laughed again. "Yes, yes, is that not what you said when your brother started hunting Alice and you?"

"What? He did no such thing." Fox said without conviction.

"You were powerless then, and you are powerless now. You can do nothing."

"As-- as long as I do my best, it doesn't matter what I can and can't do"

"You really don't believe that.." A figure emerged from the dark of the wall. It was pitch black, so much so that you could not see it unless it was moving, which it was, toward Fox. It grabbed her wrists with a firm grip, and twisted her arm around her in a quick motion, ending with Fox's arms pinned to her back in a painful position. Just an inch more, and her arm would likely break. A squeak escaped Fox's lips as she instinctively knew what followed. The figure placed both wrists under the grasp of one hand, using the other hand to violently lift her by the base of the hood on her hoodie, and slam her head into the wall. As she fell to the ground, her head aching, she pleaded feebly, "please, don't brother", before remembering that this was not her brother. Why would her brother be doing this to her anyway? For some reason, she knew it had happened before.

"You were useless to fight against your brother, as you are useless to fight against me. We are forces of existence, unstoppable and immalleable." The figure spoke, making its way toward Fox. Fox found stupid stupid tears wetting her face again. She was brave enough to stop this. She had the strength to fight back against this. Nath needed her. But the ache through her skull was incredible.

"You do not matter because you cannot even sway the things that happen. We simply happen. You are useless."

Fox stopped struggling. She knew her limitations. She could not stop this thing. Just as she could not stop her brother. Just as she could not stop a hurricane. All she could do was board up the windows and try to clean up afterward. So let her eyes flutter shut, and she curled into a ball. She allowed herself to become complacent. Things happened. As she heard a voice saying, "sooooo weak", and felt a boot being placed on her side, Fox remembered something.

That older red-head from so many palace rooms was helping the Fox out of a ditch, bloodied and bruised. "Remember, Little Fox, it does not matter what you do, as long as you do your best." 

Fox's eyes snapped open. What was she doing? She was going against everything her sister had taught her! Even if she did end up dying, she would not go without a fight. Even if she was useless, she would die trying not to be. Fox would not go gently into that good night. She narrowed her eyes onto the figure beating her, and said with confidence and conviction, "I. Am. Me." As she said the words, the figure removed his boot from her. "I will do what is right, because it is right. And you, are getting in the way of what is right. So I will do my best to clear the path." Although she could barely focus her eyes, Fox braced herself against the wall, and stood upright. Emotion and physical torment were but races to run, mountains to climb, monsters to slay. The figure appeared to shrink as a dagger appeared in Fox's hand. She lunged toward the beast, finding that it was indeed tangible enough to be stabbed. She drove the dagger through where she thought it's heart would be. 

Fox thought she heard a real voice, not a sent thought, come from it's lips. It whispered in a barely audible tone, "Well done." The being dissipated into lingering smoke, that soon vanished as well. Fox leaned against the wall, and let herself slide back to the floor. She then proceeded to throw up all over that floor.

After wiping the vomit off of her mouth, Fox stood again despite the fatigue. She looked at the knife in her hand, amazed at what she was able to create, or rather, manipulate. She placed the knife into one of her hoodie pockets. She wanted a room, an outlet, a place where she could corral Nath's pain. She looked at the wall, and imagined its shape being changed. An indentation sunk into the wall, morphing into something not unlike a cave. Well, that would work. Now for something harder, she imagined the wall becoming hinges, and the hinges being connected to a large gate with strong locks. She concentrated hard, I will have my gate. She thought, or rather, commanded. The matter complied. There was a large, beautiful, oak gate, that was swung open at the cave entrance.

Fox's face broke into a smile, which died shortly after, as she remembered Nath. Fox strode over to Nath, and placed her hand back on his shoulder. Her jaw clenched together as the suffering was poured back into her. She reached her free hand out toward the cave, and allowed the pain to flow from her fingertips. It came out of her fingertips as a deep red smoke, unlike that she had imagined, flowing into the room she had created. She felt the pain leaving her, and she relaxed, but became taut again as she was quickly refilled. The pain was similar to the vastness of space, seemingly never ending. Fox continued to feed the red smoke into the cave tediously, until she felt Nath begin to stir.

The loneliness and numbness that surrounds me shifts. My slumber is fading away. My peace is shattering and I am rising through the apathy in which I am drowning. A familiar presence is pulling me from my sleep. Nothingness is wrapping me in ice. The whole of my body is wracked by spasms as I leave serenity behind. Fog melts from my mind which is a feeling as stones upon which waters crash. In an instant my eyes fly open. Words cannot form in my mouth. My tongue is lead and my head is devoid of thought. I look up at the figure standing above me without recognition. There is death in my eyes. I stare as a blank slate at this unknown being. I would not be known to be alive at all if not for the fact that I am mechanically breathing. For a moment I feel as though I should know this person, but this dissolves as soon as it appears. I am an empty vessel devoid of anything. I gaze ahead and shiver within a terrible cloak of cold. 

[Scarletfox]

9 minutes ago, Nathrangking said:

The loneliness and numbness that surrounds me shifts. My slumber is fading away. My peace is shattering and I am rising through the apathy in which I am drowning. A familiar presence is pulling me from my sleep. Nothingness is wrapping me in ice. The whole of my body is wracked by spasms as I leave serenity behind. Fog melts from my mind which is a feeling as stones upon which waters crash. In an instant my eyes fly open. Words cannot form in my mouth. My tongue is lead and my head is devoid of thought. I look up at the figure standing above me without recognition. There is death in my eyes. I stare as a blank slate at this unknown being. I would not be known to be alive at all if not for the fact that I am mechanically breathing. For a moment I feel as though I should know this person, but this dissolves as soon as it appears. I am an empty vessel devoid of anything. I gaze ahead and shiver within a terrible cloak of cold. 

Fox slammed the gate shut with a harsh command, and kneeled down to Nath's level. His golden hue had returned, that had to be a good sign. "Nath?" She asked softly, taking one of his cold hands in hers. 

Edited September 7, 2020 by Scarletfox

[Nathrangking he/him]

4 minutes ago, Scarletfox said:

Fox slammed the gate shut with a harsh command, and kneeled down to Nath's level. His golden hue and returned, that had to be a good sign. "Nath?" She asked softly, taking one of his cold hands in hers. 

The figure who stood above me now kneels before me. I gaze into their eyes betraying the emptiness contained within. They held one of my numb hands. I feel nothing. I shiver alone with this other. She speaks, but her words contain no meaning. Again for a brief moment a spark ignites. It seems to recognize her, but it is extinguished mere moments later. I long to vanish and return to the place that I came from, but I seem to know that I cannot. My stare peers uselessly into her eyes so full of energy and life.

[Scarletfox]

He looked so... empty. Had she failed again? No. This had to work. This had to work. Fox stroked his hand, trying to bring warmth back into it, until pulling the lifeless being into an embrace. A tear slipped out of her eye. This had to work. "Nath, I need you to come back to me. Listen to my voice. Please come back." She half-whispered half-spoke into his ear. 

@Nathrangking

Edited September 7, 2020 by Scarletfox

[KyL]

8 minutes ago, Scarletfox said:

He looked so... empty. Had she failed again? No. This had to work. This had to work. Fox stroked his hand, trying to bring warmth back into it, until pulling the lifeless being into an embrace. A tear slipped out of her eye. This had to work. "Nath, I need you to come back to me. Listen to my voice. Please come back." She half-whispered half-spoke into his ear. 

@Nathrangking

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I dunno about yall, but when I cry tears come out of both of my eyes

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just kidding it sounds cooler if it falls out of just one, and yeah if there's more in that eye then I don't see a problem

 

 

[Nathrangking he/him]

2 minutes ago, Scarletfox said:

He looked so... empty. Had she failed again? No. This had to work. This had to work. Fox stroked his hand, trying to bring warmth back into it, until pulling the lifeless being into an embrace. A tear slipped out of her eye. This had to work. "Nath, I need you to come back to me. Listen to my voice. Please come back." She half-whispered half-spoke into his ear. 

@Nathrangking

The figure spoke a name in my ear. It is a name that I know. A name that I abhor. That stokes a fire in me. I stop shivering as I burn. I pull away from the figure as my body becomes an inferno of golden flame. I begin trembling, this time in rage. My eyes are conflagrations that desire to consume all in my way. "That name that you called me is a lie. It was a being who was a failure to all. Speak not such falsehoods again. I am the destroyer of all that I touch!"

[Scarletfox]

8 minutes ago, Nathrangking said:

The figure spoke a name in my ear. It is a name that I know. A name that I abhor. That stokes a fire in me. I stop shivering as I burn. I pull away from the figure as my body becomes an inferno of golden flame. I begin trembling, this time in rage. My eyes are conflagrations that desire to consume all in my way. "That name that you called me is a lie. It was a being who was a failure to all. Speak not such falsehoods again. I am the destroyer of all that I touch!"

Fox cried out as Nath pulled away in a rage. She was horrified to find that her hand was already bringing out her knife. She slid it back in as soon as she realized what she was doing. "Y-you are not a failure, Nath, do not lie to yourself in this way." She said starting with a tremor in her voice, but ending with confidence.

Edited September 7, 2020 by Scarletfox

[Nathrangking he/him]

3 minutes ago, Scarletfox said:

Fox cried out as Nath pulled away in a rage. Fox was horrified to find that her hand was already bringing out her knife. She slid it back in as soon as she realized what she was doing. "Y-you are not a failure, Nath, do not lie to yourself in this way." She said starting with a tremor in her voice, but ending with confidence.

"Tell me what you know of this. Were you there when this one stood silent as a sentence of eternal imprisonment was declared upon the woman that he loved more than his own life? Did you see him drag her to the edge of the abyss as she begged him to reconsider? When he opened the gates that were destined to be her prison did he even shed a tear? Did he beg her forgiveness or even remember her? He left her to rot for eons without giving her a second thought!" A fiery creature rises within him rearing up ready to consume reality in its burning maw of razors. "What of the closest thing he ever had to a son? He too was sentenced to eternal imprisonment in an endless abyss! He spoke not a word as his friend, son, student, and brother was tosses away! He forgot him! He ran from his memory so that he would never again have to think about his failure!" I summon and dismiss various weapons in rapid succession as I speak. "He met new friends who freed him from a prison built to keep reality safe! They were harmed because he was not strong enough to help them fight those who sought to harm them! Some died because he was a failure!" My eyes gaze around wildly as I speak. Now though the full weight of my gaze comes to bear on the woman before me. "Then there is you. I... he swore to protect you and to never allow harm to befall you! He tried to help free you from your demons! He tried to save you from your captors! He... I..." I cannot speak anymore. My rage and pain merge. I am paralyzed as tears pours down my cheeks as my light dims. I hang my head and begin to tremble for a third time. I lack even the strength to wail.

[KyL]

9 minutes ago, Nathrangking said:

I am paralyzed as tears pours down my cheeks as my light dims. I hang my head and begin to tremble for a third time. I lack even the strength to wail.

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shake all you want but this feeling won't die

(sorry your line just fit perfectly with a song)

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Ok I just had the weirdest conversation with my dad. I was venting about how I ran out of my yogurt too fast (little yoplait yogurt cup, blueberry flavor) and I was like 'I need like a big half-gallon tub of this. That's what I'd eat. A big tub of bacteria; flavored bacteria.'

(I love yogurt despite what it is)

 

Edited September 7, 2020 by KyL

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

12 hours ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

"Another rule of magic: forget dumb statistics. It doesn't matter what gender you are; it only matters whether or not you're willing to do something." Fadran takes a few steps back. "So I'm going to do my best to get into your mind. I won't stay there, but I'll try to get in. Your job is to keep me out. Ready?"

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That actually is a real statistic, though. My English/Drama teacher in Junior High showed us a video of this psychologist (or something) guy going over the differences between male and female minds. It was pretty cool. I'll try to find it when I have time.

On the inside, Queen started freaking out. He's going to try to get into my mind? He can't see my thoughts, those are mine! She threw a mental wall around all of her thoughts, strongest around the ones she wanted to hide the most. She managed to stop her frantic mind from skittering around, then did her best to think of nothing but pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows. She couldn't completely clear her mind, but she could just think of something completely useless, which she figured would accomplish the same purpose. Mind prepared, she nodded.

[KyL]

1 minute ago, DramaQueen said:

On the inside, Queen started freaking out. He's going to try to get into my mind? He can't see my thoughts, those are mine! She threw a mental wall around all of her thoughts, strongest around the ones she wanted to hide the most. She managed to stop her frantic mind from skittering around, then did her best to think of nothing but pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows. She couldn't completely clear her mind, but she could just think of something completely useless, which she figured would accomplish the same purpose. Mind prepared, she nodded.

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I can't wait to see how Fadran responds to this

he's gonna be like

'what do you think about all day? Because I hope it's not this'

 

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

Just now, KyL said:

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I can't wait to see how Fadran responds to this

he's gonna be like

'what do you think about all day? Because I hope it's not this'

 

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Well that's rude. Completely steal his response before he can respond? 

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I'm joking btw. That'd be hilarious. Have a rep.