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gothic santuary [part one] « Thread Started on May 23, 2009, 4:33pm »
Nyx's playground was covered in a thick, white mist. The trees threw off ghostly shadows due to the moon hovering well behind it, and the mistress that appeared a week ago sat upon the swings. Her hair was long, and white; her form, clear and transparent like any spirit, and her eyes a void - black. Her face was like porcelain - speaking of a deadly beauty, and a sad mystery. She stared at her surroundings with an emotionless look. Her eyes trailed over flowers, and the green that began to grow under all that snow that once laced the grounds in a white wonderland.
She was alone, and that was how she felt in her entity.
She began to sing a song - a song that had no lyrics, but a tone of a sad lullaby. What seemed like tears, dripped down her white face. Her fading hands gripped at the chains that sustained the swing as if it was a lifeline, and her feet dangled from the ground. She whimpered, feeling her sanctuary violated and looked up to see the assailant. With a scream, her force sent a chilling wind towards whoever it was and her figure disappeared.
What was left upon the swing was nothing but a mere white rose.
Re: gothic santuary [part one] « Reply #1 on May 25, 2009, 6:13am »
Davian was a tree. He wasn't sure why. He had woken up that morning and discovered that he wasn't actually in his dorm. But, he was in fact out in Nyx's playground as a, rather magnificent, weeping willow. He saw no problem with this however, and managed to spend the whole day as a tree, his mind occupied with tree-like thoughts of growing, human thoughts of eavesdropping on fellow students who walked near him, and the thoughts of celestial beings. The last one was really just subconscious, he didn't choose to think of it. It just tended to run underneath whatever he was thinking at any given moment.
As the sun began to set, the students around his base vanished one by one, until by around ten o'clock at night, he was alone, and a thick white mist had filled the playground. He was starting to get thirsty, so he quickly transformed back to his true form, branches gracefully shrinking and reforming himself, in a way that aimed to be as pleasant to the eye as possible. But, lets face it, shape-shifting was rarely a beautiful thing to witness. When he was back to 'normal', he set off back towards the dorm. To do so, however, required him to pass the swing.
He was walking, and asking himself if anyone would notice the disappearance of the tree the next morning when he saw something quite eerie on he swing. He stopped walking. He wasn't at all freaked. Lets face it, he was ancient. He had seen a lot of weird things. But this spirit he knew nothing about. The ghosts that plagued the academy tended to be well known and documented. But this one was new. He hadn't heard a thing about it in his three year stay at the school. His curiosity got the better of him. He took another step forward, and said "Hello?"
Well, he tried to say it. It came out more as a rustle of branches. He then realised he had forgotten to replace the wood in his throat with vocal cords. Oops. That had happened before. Quickly rectifying this, he took another step forward and asked again, but this time he could be heard.
"Hello?"
Whoever the spirit was, they were not happy to see him obviously, and directed a ghostly assault at him, causing him to be knocked over backwards into a tree, rendering him unconscious for a few seconds. The symbols on his wings flickered and fell into a jumbled mess, running in chaos all over his outspread wings. One wing even looked a bit broken by the impact. As his eyes opened, his sight was tinged with pain.
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Re: gothic santuary [part one] « Reply #2 on May 27, 2009, 2:07pm »
Alice began strolling the school. To find someone to pick on or just kill. She had had a bad habit of wanting to cause death lately. Her gaze came across Nyx's playground. It looked a lot different. The energy was darker. Walking into the playground, she heard a thud against a tree, and a strong blast of wind had blown across the area. It messed her hair up a little bit as she walked to where the thud had come from. A fallen angel? It had been a while since she had seen one of her own kind. Alice blinked a few times, trying to get a better view of the fallen, as well as the rest of the area, but a huge fog had come over the land. Alice offered her hand for the angel to take. "What happened," she asked, hardly concerned for the fallen, but wanting to know what had happened.
The fog then began to thin. A creaking sound caught her attention. A swing? It was moving, with a faded figure sitting on it, soon disappearing, leaving a rose behind. Alice knew of ghosts, but never encountered one. She remembered reading something of ghosts here, but none like the one she had just seen. Who was she? Shrugging it of, she fixed her hair as well as her outfit. Her dress became ruffled from the wind. She then turned her attention back to the fallen. "You have any idea who she was?" she asked, "by the way, name's Alice."
Re: gothic santuary [part one] « Reply #3 on May 30, 2009, 1:24am »
He must have missed something, as the girl who had appeared in the time between when he had hit the tree and when he had recovered from his brief unconscious was looking at him with the expectant expression of one who had asked a question and wanted an answer. He floundered in his memory, trying to recall something he couldn't reach, and ended up just looking dazed up at her. His left wing hurt, and it was twisted into a really awkward position, the symbols on his wings moving around in a sluggish fashion, trying to arrange proper words in their unknown language and failing completely.
His glazed eyes staring up at the girl, he belatedly realised her hand was being held out to help him up. Reaching out to her, he tried to pull himself up with her help, until the movement caused sharp stabs of pain in his body, concentrated around his left wing. His face contorting in pain, he fell back against the tree, and blacked out for the next second, but revived in time for the girl to ask him who the spirit was, and tell him her name.
"No idea who she was." he said through a haze of pain. "And no idea why she attacked me. And I'm Davian." He was a little shocked he could speak so clearly considering his current state - but language was always one of his strong points. The girl turned and looked at the girl on the swing quickly vanishing, and while she was turned the tree behind him suddenly grew pears in the upper branches, and they just as quickly began emitting fog which drifted down to the ground, increasing the mist around the two fallen angels.
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Re: gothic santuary [part one] « Reply #4 on May 31, 2009, 10:56pm »
Ali watched the fallen. The wind had done quite a number on him, and his wing. When he took her hand, he had fallen back against the tree blacking out. The woman obviously didn't want anyone bothering her. Her gaze spotted his left wing. She twisted his wing back into place, hearing the crack sounds. It caused her to shiver, for she would never want anything done to her wings. He then began speaking, and quite well. "No idea who she was. And no idea why she attacked me. And I'm Davian."
Alice blinked a few, disliking the large amount of fog that had fallen over the playground once again. "Well, I think she wasn't happy to see anyone. You seem to have gotten the whole blow," she stated, wrapping Davian's arm over her shoulder and lifting him off the ground.
This ghost was quite interesting. The others normally didn't attack anyone. Ali narrowed her eyes again, finally spotting the swing again. The flower was still there. She then looked at Davian, holding him up still. "Are you feeling better? Well at least coherent enough to stand and talk?"
She was slightly concerned. He was the only other person there, and if by chance they spotted the ghost again, she would not look forward to getting hurt and being left with no help. Though if in any trouble, she had back up. Sighing softly, she looked at Davian. He would have to stop moving for a few moments to actually gain all coherency, and actually speak without a long pause, or blacking out.
Re: gothic santuary [part one] « Reply #5 on Jun 1, 2009, 6:40am »
Alice reached down and did something to his wing, and it sent new lances of pain from areas he didn't think he could feel pain. And the loud cracking noise it made didn't sound good either. Grimacing, he stood up with her help. "Well, I think she wasn't happy to see anyone. You seem to have gotten the whole blow,"
"Yeah. I was the last one out here. I was back on the other side of the playground and I was walking through it towards the dorms and then she just must have been angry." he was just glad that the pain in his wing was starting to subside - it must have just been dislocated or something like that. He wasn't going to risk walking for a few minutes though, it was tough enough just standing still, even with support. "Are you feeling better? Well at least coherent enough to stand and talk?"
"Yeah, I think so. Lets just not walk." After a few seconds of pause which he simply enjoyed the absence of sharp pain, he noticed a flower on the swing, and he looked at it quizzically. "Hey...that flower wasn't there before. Did the ghost leave it?" As he said that, he reached out his free arm and pointed towards the swing, his index finger directed at the rose. In his mind he racked his memory to try and remember the significance of a white rose. Everything had a symbolic meaning when used in supernatural events - that's why they were used. The question was, what was the meaning of this rose?
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Re: gothic santuary [part one] « Reply #6 on Jun 2, 2009, 10:21am »
Alice nodded to the fallen. He was getting better. His words were a lot easier to understand, but the walking thing was a no go at that particular moment. "Hey...that flower wasn't there before. Did the ghost leave it?"
Her eye's blinked a few times. She was going to remark sarcastically, but there was no point to that. He was injured, nonetheless she was holding him up. "Yeah. I saw it there a little earlier. Though I don't know why she would leave it, or even the meaning of the flower itself to the woman."
Alice was a little confused as to why she would leave it there. Obviously this place had a strong connection with the ghost. Whether it be she hung around here when alive, or even died here, but there would have been an account of her death. She was not on record. Who the hell was she? Ali looked back to the fallen, seeing he was looking better. "You ready to walk?"
Alice wanted to check out the swing as well as the flower. It bound to have something that gave hints as to who she was. Why did she now show up? Before there was no recollection as to a ghost like her here. Plus why did she attack Davian. He didn't seem to have much of a threat factor to him, but did she think otherwise? It was no slam against him, but his energy was calm and posed no threat, so why did she attack him? Shrugging that thought off, she asked Davian, "ready to go look?"
Re: gothic santuary [part one] « Reply #7 on Jun 9, 2009, 7:11am »
Finally he remembered - a white rose meant purity and innocence. A vital clue. Although, in supernatural events, symbolism, while used a lot, could also be inverted and subverted by darker forces than the symbol itself. So while a white rose symbolised innocence and goodness, the opposite could also be true. "Yeah. I saw it there a little earlier. Though I don't know why she would leave it, or even the meaning of the flower itself to the woman."
"Well, white roses are a symbol of innocence and purity - and supernatural events are intimately intertwined with the symbolism in things, so maybe its a hint..." As soon as he said that, he knew he sounded like he was talking down to her, and sounded like he was a know it all prick. He wasn't, but he had no idea if she could tell that or not. So, he quickly said "Thanks for helping me up by the way."
Was he ready to walk? Well, he had no honest idea if he was or not. It really was a mystery to him. The pain in his wing had subsided, but the movement might jolt it, and his leg was starting to hurt a bit, so he decided to play it on the safe side and not walk.
But, in an inexplicable moment of chaos in his mind, all his curiosity fixated itself on that swing, and his mind suddenly had the concept that it's one greatest desire was to find out what it all meant. He gave in to his mind - he had learned not to fight it, it was a futile process which led to more severe personality changes than this. "Lets try - slowly." He started walking slowly towards the swings using Alice for support, wincing every fourth or fifth step as he tested out his painful spots.
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Re: gothic santuary [part one] « Reply #8 on Jun 11, 2009, 9:33pm »
Alice scanned over the area again. The swing couldn't be the only place that the ghost was connected to. Looking back to Davian, he began to speak. "Well, white roses are a symbol of innocence and purity - and supernatural events are intimately intertwined with the symbolism in things, so maybe its a hint..."
Her eyes narrowed slightly. She knew well of the meaning of the rose. She wanted to know the inverted reason as to what it meant to the ghost. Dropping her slightly angered feelings, she looked back at the swing. Davian then said something more polite. "Thanks for helping me up by the way."
Alice nodded and smiled softly. Needn't be rude at this point. She was wanting to get to the swing, but she couldn't leave the injured fallen. No one knew what the ghost would do if he was left alone again, or even if she was alone. Her attention was pulled away from her thoughts when Davian said he would try walking slowly. They began walking, Davian using Alice as support. Finally they were getting somewhere. She was impatient.
Alice looked over at Davian every now and again, noticing his wincing every four or five steps. As long as he kept moving she was fine. Getting closer to the swing, she felt the energy change. The ghost's energy stayed. It was sorrowful. Having Davian lean against a pole, she went and picked the rose up, feeling a massive chill run over her body. She stood frozen, the rose falling from her hands.
Re: gothic santuary [part one] « Reply #9 on Jun 15, 2009, 6:47am »
He could tell he was frustrating the girl by being so helpless and in pain. It didn't take an empath to see it in her body language and facial expressions. He tried to speed up a bit while walking to see if that would make her feel a bit better, but when that made it harder to walk, he reverted back to the speed he could manage - a slow limp with e=winces every few steps. Finally reaching the swing, he was a little concerned that she had not said a thing for a while, but in a sense was kind of glad. He didn't think he could have talked and walked at the same time - even if it had kept his mind of the pain a little.
Disengaging himself from her, he leaned against the pole, making sure his wings were free from any pressure - the symbols on his wings slowly picking up speed as his body started to wake up from shock after the sudden assault and injury. There was something almost chilling about the swing. Davian wasn't a very spiritual being - well, apart from the fact he was an angel, but he wasn't in tune with ghosts and auras and stuff like that. But it seemed the girl was - she started looking a little drawn as she approached the swing to look at the rose. And the fact it dropped from her frozen hands when she picked it up was also a bit of a clue to her powers.
"Alice? You ok? Is something wrong about that rose?" As the rose floated down towards the ground, it began to wilt under it hit the brown, frozen soil at the girls feet, rotted and decayed, and slowly beginning to dissolve into dust. That was starting to get a little intense. Davian had seen a lot of things in his life, but the pure, unadulterated, chilling beauty of that rose falling to the ground was disturbing to say the least.
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Re: gothic santuary [part one] « Reply #10 on Jun 17, 2009, 1:51pm »
Alice was still frozen. Her skin paling more then it already was. She looked like a statue posed in an awkward position. She tried to breath correctly, being that it was unsteady and slow, and seemed to be getting slower. Trying to move annoyed Alice. Her nerves were out of control and she couldn't do anything about it. Davian asked if she was okay and asked if there was something wrong with the rose. Alice could feel her lips move slowly but nothing came out.
Her gaze went down to the rose that had fallen from her hand. It was wilting and decaying as if it were dead when she picked it up before. What happened to it? One second it was gorgeous and white, the next it is brown and wilting, turning to dust. Alice tried again to move, finally regaining the ability to do so. She stretched out, enjoying the movement of her muscles. "So nice to move," she spoke to no one in general.
Alice knelt down to the wilted rose, picking it up carefully and handing it to Davian. Maybe he could get something out of it. She gave it to him, replying to his question earlier. "I am okay now at least. And I have no idea what is up with the rose. Maybe she didn't want me to touch it or something," she paused looking at the rose again, "there has to be a clue with the rose as to who she is. I only got the feeling that she is sorrowful and angry, but a lot were."
Re: gothic santuary [part one] « Reply #11 on Jun 18, 2009, 3:42am »
She was looking very pale - and getting paler by the second. Davian was starting to get worried - he'd hate for her to get injured while helping him. He leaned forward, worry creasing his brows a tad, trying to hear if she could make a noise when her lips moved in response to his question. When her gaze dropped to the rose, he knew that she'd be alright, and relaxed a bit, but keeping a wary eye on her. She suddenly stretched and moved, and he sighed with relief - he was getting worried there.
She knelt and picked up the flower again - it didn't seem to affect her a second time, and she passed it over to him. He was a bit reluctant with taking it off her - if she, perfectly healthy, could be temporarily frozen by the flower, what could it do to an already injured person? Taking it from her, he waited a few seconds, and when nothing happened, he took a closer look at it.
Listening to her comments, he felt his natural affinity with plant life kicking in, searching for the rose in his hands in response to the picture of it in his mind. Yet he could find nothing. He tried to change into the flower itself, and nothing happened. All he could get from holding it was a feeling of accusation and false guilt. It was very confusing. "This rose shouldn't exist. It can't exist. It doesn't exist." He knew he was making no sense, but it was the only way to explain it. "It has a feeling of false accusation...I think..."
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Re: gothic santuary [part one] « Reply #12 on Jun 23, 2009, 12:40pm »
Alice was pleased that there was no after affect, nonetheless that it did nothing to Davian. The feeling of not being able to move weirded her out and was truly happy that she got that it back. Moving around more, she heard Davian talk about the rose. Saying that it shouldn't exist, can't exist, and doesn't exist. Alice gave him a questionable look. Like what the hell is he talking about kind of look. After, he said it had false accusation. Alice had gotten the first part after he said that. The rose had no bond, making it unrealistic. "What do you mean feeling of false accusation?"
Alice was curious as to what the fallen meant. She listened for him to reply as she scanned over the swing, touching it softly, not wanting to do anything that would get her hurt. The energy was still cold and not welcoming what so ever. She placed her hand against the seat of the swing, getting angered emotions. Hurt and painful ones that mad the ghost angry. Alice quickly pulled her hand back, disliking the emotion and feeling the ghost possessed when she was there. Why was she filled with so much pain and anger? Her left impression on the are was not something she wanted to be around for a long time either, but she wouldn't leave. She wanted to know what the ghost wanted, and why she was here. She looked back at Davian, awaiting his reply.
This was all very confusing - but it was lucky that the two beings that were present had powers to sense spirits and their motives and to understand the world of plants. Very lucky indeed. Davian didn't believe in coincidences. But he did believe in random chance. There was a fine line between the two, and he began musing on that line, losing himself to his thoughts, to be jerked back to reality by Alice's question and obvious wait for a reply. His brain quickly replayed her recent actions as depicted by his senses which had temporarily only been recording devices - storing their information for later reviewing.
"Well, because it's a white rose it can mean innocence and purity, but the inverse is guilt and impurity. This rose kind of feels like both - as if the innocence has been questioned or doubted." But he still had no idea how it linked to anything. This ghost was totally unknown. He had heard whispers and talks of the other otherworldly inhabitants of the school, but this one was new, different, and lets face it quite vengeful.
His mind was screaming for him to leave as fast as he could, but his body ignored this, and started moving towards the swing away from the pole. His wing was feeling better - that was a positive. But he could feel nothing from the swing. Auras were obviously the area of expertise for Alice. "Have you heard of this ghost before? Or is she new, because I haven't heard anything about this one."
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