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Post by angelous on Mar 17, 2009 11:23:01 GMT -5
Demons in us all
trying so hard to make us fall
never giving up
never giving in
stopping only when the light draws nigh
then continuing when it leaves
Anduras remembered that poem from decades ago. His mother told it to him as sort of a scary story when he misbehaved. And now, Anduras used it to describe his lust for vengeance against that old man, whose name was rumored to be Kexjaral. Then again, few, if any, who heard his name lived to tell the tale, so this could very well be wrong. Anduras looked around. Traverse Town is what he was told was the name of this world. He was near a water way, close enough to see water flow, but far enough away not to get splashed by it should someone do something to cause it to spray. Minutes later, he found himself in the Second District. He walked around, looking for signs of this old man, and found naught but a weird looking shop. One of the people back in First District called it the Gizmo Shop, and said that it was full of dark monsters called Heartless. Maybe these things had something to do with that old man he sought. So he went up to the door and opened it. But he waited, he didn't know why exactly. Then he remembered a poem his dad once told him.
Light, shining so bright,
gives us all a path to follow.
Yet the darkness will always fight,
and change us for tomorrow.
Death is just a step away,
demons trying to make us see,
that our end will come one day,
and we'll forget what to be.
Heaven grants us bliss,
Hell is one thing we won't miss,
so stick to the path,
for in the darkness lies His wrath. [/center] (I wrote these poems myself.)[/color] |
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Post by sophie on Mar 17, 2009 13:26:27 GMT -5
poetry is for
the believers [/font][/right] [/i] child is not."[/b] Oh, the words spoken in rhymes, riddles and conjured by the fatal things known as emotions; how they intoxicate us. By those simple sentences we are overwhelmed by different feelings of love, guilt, harmony, and anger. There is not an emotion unstirred by reading these meaningful writings. It is as if these things called poems were of magic. Magic, you say? Yes, magic. Unless you are, perhaps, a believer? And in this you believe that man is capable of being unmoved by such arts. Is it... possible? Only by the ones whose hearts fail to move at all. The dead, the heartless, and the nobodies. Through the doors of the world known as Traverse Town she went. Her curls bounced with each delicate step, eyes of bystanders gazing on in awe at the pale, slender beauty that had entered. Her small, frail body seemed almost ghostly as she danced onward down the paved road without a sound. Her tiny fingers reached up to brush a single strand of hair back into place, her charmingly pink eyes dancing across the scene in search of something interesting. It was but another unmoving world, much like the poetry was to her, now. Everything she had once written no longer had meaning. It was unimportant to her, but she kept the words at her lips religiously. Was it not of sophisticated style to speak such a language? She giggled at the thought, her voice possibly melting a heart or two while it caused some to freeze over with chills. Ghosts did not makes sounds, did they? But she did. With gentle hops she moved onward up the stares and toward the place titled The Gizmo Shop. She had seen someone nearly enter, but who still stood at the doorway. She stopped behind him a few feet away, looking him up and down before smiling something sweet and speaking. "You have but a step more. Why do you stop at the door?" She was feeling good, today. She was in a good mood, which was odd. Perhaps her mind was still overwhelmed by the loss of feeling? So much so that it strongly shook her body into fits of fake emotions that she portrayed outwardly. She held about her an air of innocence and joy, and yet further past this fake fog was the existence of, well, nothing... [[ poetry also my myself. :] ]][/size][/ul] |
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Post by angelous on Mar 17, 2009 14:23:15 GMT -5
"In the depths of Oblivion there is a single light.
This light is called hope.
And even if you see no end to the abyss,
light will find a way to pull you out.
And then your soul will be saved." [/center][/color] Anduras spoke these words aloud to the girl. He turned around, and removed his dragon helmet. His dark blonde, light brown hair fell out, and just about reached his shoulders. His light blue eyes stared at her. The sun-like rune on his skin contrasted with his slightly pale skin. He cracked his neck, and stretched.
"I am in that abyss, looking for someone, so that I can leave. I really don't feel like wasting any more time than I already have looking for him. So I guess you could say I was pondering whether or not he could be in this place. And not just that building, but in this world." He looked at this girl some more, catching but a glimpse of her eyes. Red eyes, an unusual trait. She was also pale, but there was an unusual air about her, she was kind and gentle, but Anduras sensed an emptyness about her. Then again, he sensed that about himself sometimes too. He turned away, using his right hand to brush his cape away as he did so. He then dawned his helmet.
"In case you're wondering, that mark on my face isn't the only one I have. I have them on my back too. They prevent me from dying because of a curse that was placed on my some 40 years ago. I may not look it, but I've lived 60 years. I'm physically 20 though, and for all intensive purposes I am. Now if you don't mind. I've said too much." Anduras walked into the building. Heartless began to form. So these were the creatures called Heartless. Intriguing. He drew his sword. Normally he wouldn't fight, but he was told these things would attack no matter what, so he had little choice. He ran at two, and slashed them once. They burst. Ten more jumped at him. He chuckled, and glew dark purple, maybe black. This aura surged into his left hand, then vanished. Black flames shot out of it, and he spun, destroying all of the Heartless that seemed fit to leap into battle unaware of what they were dealing with. Anduras noted they acted like animals, relying on instinct rather than experience and intelligence.
Anduras smiled, though you couldn't tell because of his helmet. He looked around, and saw an elevator like object. He also noted that the Heartless were leaving the girl alone. He didn't care. He jumped into the air, and backflipped, landing on this "elevator". It sprung up, and sent him flipping through the air. He land on the top of something, high above the Heartless. Now to see what they'd do.[/size] |
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Post by sophie on Mar 22, 2009 15:37:37 GMT -5
and i am not
unrealalistic [/font][/right] [/i] saving grace? She believed herself to long ago have been too bad to save. So, naturally, why worry over something like that? She didn't need rescuing, anyway. Why did this man believe he did? It was interesting, but only slightly. As he went on, she only grew more bored. His hair, his eyes and even his odd marking did not strike her as brilliant. She's seen battle scars on people with more story to tell then this one. It didn't in the slightest intrigue her. Looking for someone? Ho. Another cute phrase. She just gave an obviously empty smile in return. It was the type of radiant grin that had absolutely nothing to back it up. It was pretty, but mainly used by someone who wanted the other to know that they weren't very important. That they were as good as useless. His cape also made him seem like a hero, which disgusted her more. "Too much?" she pratically purred. He had said far too much. A curse was it? And he has actually lived 60 years? So he had experience, but this also bored her. So he was basically like a clock, going round and round. No matter how many days passed, he would always strike twelve twice a day. She watched him enter, following a fair distance behind on light feet. She hardly made a sound, and then watched as the Heartless came. She'd seen these creatures before, but not quite so close. They were of a lesser breed than others she'd seen, despite being adorable. She had actually wanted to keep one as a pet, and she was still considering. But... Just what would she name one if she caught it? But alas, he destroyed them all. She gazed up as he rose into the air off the elevator, suddenly standing far above them. This upset her, too. She was never below anyone. It didn't take much to lightly jumped onto the elevator that had returned and rise up, following this uninteresting person. About all she cared about now was the amusement of him battling. "Quite the swordsman, but you don't fight often, do you?" She beamed another smile at him, more radiant than the last but just as empty as she practically glided to the other side of the room, watching him closely.[/size][/ul] |
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Post by angelous on Mar 22, 2009 15:59:15 GMT -5
The girl followed him. "Quite the swordsman, but you don't fight often, do you?" she asked. Anduras chuckled.
"Not really. But what's the point? I save my strength for when I really need it. Not for when I could conserve it." He looked, and saw the Heartless retreating. He'd find them later, then slaughter them all like the monsters they were. If they were his minions, they would not see tomorrow. He turned toward this unusual girl, and removed his helmet once more. His sword disappeared. He stood straight up, no longer slightly crouched as was his custom when fighting.[/color] "Nothing is eternal, Even life one day will end.
And yet here is an empty shell, that knows not the fabrics of time.
What will happen to that empty shell, will it die, or be forgotten?
Or will it be whole once more?" [/color] Anduras could've been referring to either one of them. Who he was, only he knew, and right now, he wasn't going to openly say.
"Why do you follow me like a puppy seeking a home?"[/color]
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Post by sophie on Mar 23, 2009 20:01:23 GMT -5
i can see through
fantasies [/font][/right] [/b] she cooed, her words seething with malicious intent. And it was only for his ears as there was no one else around. And no, she would not fight this man. She could rarely hold up a fight ever. She simply wanted to tease him. Oh, how she loved to tease.[/size][/ul] |
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Post by angeal on Mar 24, 2009 16:59:56 GMT -5
"Someone to play with? Then go bug someone else, I don't have time for childish games." Anduras walked away. He got about twenty feet, and decided the one he was hunting for was not in this world either.
"Looks like my time here is up. Next world it is."
EXIT
(sorry for leaving so soon, but I'm getting swamped rp wise, I have a bunch of plot related stuff to reply to, but I will make it up to ya by rping with ya as Angeal when I get more time.)
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao