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The world was once again in balance as Chiron took to the skies on a bright April morning. It was amazing that the world as corrupt as it was could produce something so beautiful despite the pulsating filth that dominated its land. Humans were the source of the pestilence that reach far across the land yet Chiron could not bring himself to hate these creatures despite his clan’s warnings. He had been taught from birth that these creatures were the source of evil itself and if they were allowed to live then it would bring ruin to the natural beauty of this world, but yet such beauty persisted in the land and for that he smiled. He felt that his people might have misjudged the humans based on some pass transgression that lead to them kill other their kind for the betterment of this world. Chiron just never subscribed to the idea of needlessly killing humans. In fact through his time spent with humans he felt as if he had enriched his life greatly by learning of their ways. Indeed humans were complicated and often they go to great ends for rather meaningless things, but he felt it was one of the few qualities they possessed that interested him to no end. He would often muse as to why he was the only one of his kind to ever reach this conclusion on humans, but seeing as he had no one else remaining in his life to ask he quickly pushed the thought out of his mind. Despite his people being gone he didn’t actually mind living the life he did now. He attended a regular human school in a rather rural area with plenty of open space for him to stretch his wings and fly, but the hard part was finding the right time to be able to just go out and fly seeing as most people were out and about during the day. He would often have to spend his time flying in the dead of night which never had the same appeal as just being able to fly during the day time and let the sunlight wash over him like a calming wave of appeasement.“I feel blessed to have this opportunity to fly again, “he said talking to himself in broad daylight. It was one of the few ways he kept himself sane without any other magical beings around him because unsurprisingly enough most humans weren’t good at regular conversation enough to stimulate him. Most of his classmates at school were either carbon copies of each other or too superficial to talk to anything about. It was one of the many reasons that he decided to ditch school today and just play around in the sun light. He hovered over the landscape just to take it all in, “you know I really miss these opportunities to fly it feels like I have less and less time to do it since I decided to blend in with the humans,” he said as he drifted onto his back to face the spring sun. He reached out to the sun in some vein attempt to touch the glowing ball of fire. His attention was drawn to the sound of sirens blazing in the distance and the rising smell of smoke. He quickly dived bombed the ground to avoid being seen in the open sky before slowing down to a comfortable speed and then folding his wings back. It seemed like this area of the country was especially vulnerable to wildfires due to the arid nature of the landscape. Which meant he needed to be especially careful of any emergency vehicles that could potentially see him in the open sky. It was exhausting sure to jump through these hoops, but he did it because of his first love of flying.
“Man that was close, almost got caught…..man I’m getting pretty tired I needed to get some more energy,” Chiron said as he concentrated to sense where he could find a source of energy. As an Icarus he needed to constantly stabilize his body with energy from the sky or as many humans referred to it as: lightning. He pulled out his hand as lightning from the sky came down and touched it filling him with vitality. He felt better than he had in days, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching him.
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The piercing sound of an alarm clock went off within Acedia’s ear, but she didn’t budge an inch from her resting place. Sure she was already wide awake, but that didn’t stop her from spending the greater period of her morning in her messy bed. Eventually the ring got to be too much and she slammed her fist on the alarm clock smashing it in two. Even after spending more than a few millennia on earth Acedia couldn’t adjust to the daily schedule of waking up early every morning. She awoke groggy from last night session of playing video games. Had her narcolepsy not have kicked in than she would have played all night long. She was enjoying all the man-made constructs the modern world had to offer such as cell phones and video games, but she hated things like morning traffic and waking up early in the morning. She stretched out her slender, pale limbs in all sorts of directions in order to get herself awake. She pried herself off of her tomb and began to trudge over to the bathroom in order to begin the process of getting ready in the morning when she heard the eight-ring of her cell phone. Acedia stumbled around her room trying to find it before finally grabbing it from beneath her pile of clothes.
“H…Hello?” She said with disinterest, “Acedia?! Is that you? You sound tired did you spend the entire day playing video games again before passing out. Honestly you never learn; you should really get out and go shopping with me sometime. We could get you out of those old worn in clothes you always wear, “said the overly perky voice of her friend Lucifer who was hanging out in her penthouse apartment that overlooked the city of Seattle. The two had been friends since their creation as Vices, but that didn’t stop Pride from being the pushier of the two and Sloth from being more passive about their encounters. Pride was always dragging her around to all the city hotspots and parties in a vain attempt to try and get Sloth to get up and do something with her life.
“I told you Pride call me Morose, I like it better than my Latin moniker that I was given since the dawn of time, “she said with a smile as he began to brush out her snowy white hair. Pride laughed on the other line as she twirled the phone chord with her perfectly trimmed nails. “Oh fine Morose, but stop being such a downer all the time or else I might just stop hanging out with you,” she cooed as Morose staggered out to her dining room set and began pour herself some breakfast.
“You never change do you Lucifer? “ Sloth said in between the bites of cereal. “Well you know busy little me trying to make this whole world my slave and all. Quiet a struggle being an international super model you know, “Lucifer said with an air of superiority in her voice as she began to head downstairs to her limo. “Look I don’t want you staying at home all day were you can just rot away to nothingness. We are going to have a girl’s day together were we can just hang out and talk about stuff okay? I’m not taking no for an answer from you Morose. I’ll see you in a few girl, “she teased as she hanged up the phone before being shown into her limo. Acedia’s face into her dining room table as Pride hung up. She was way too tired to do anything today besides sleep.
“Why can’t I just stay inside and sleep?”
(( Yay for long intro posts! ))
Ahana smiled at the grocer, and said a cheerful goodbye. Before she brought the groceries back to Mrs. Holmes's house, she decided to pick up some ice cream at the corner store.As she biked around town, a breeze in her face and dark hair flowing out behind her, Ahana couldn't help but smile. She loved her little Washington town. There was a great, cozy feel wherever you went, and it was only a 40 minute drive from Seattle in case you needed anything from the city.
Once she was done with her errands, Ahana sat in the shade of the broad oak tree that stood beside the small local library and started reading "Jane Eyre" for the fifth time. After the first couple pages, she looked up and scanned the people walking past with a faint sense of unease before returning back to her favorite story.
((I'm going out of town for a couple nights later this afternoon, just in case you guys are wondering why I'm not posting anything. =]))
A pale blue sky, open to the world, domed the wheat fields and plains of long, yellowed grass on a farm in Idaho. Miles from anywhere, no people, no worries. Excluding the fact that everything was trapped. Barbed fences in the fields. Clouds in the sky. Even Toby's mind. At least - the very minimum - this counted as a precious moment he could listen to music. Frank Sinatra's "I Won't Dance" ended and gave way to Jamie Cullum's version of "Please Don't Stop the Music". Midst the blues, yellows and browns, a stark white motorcycle lightly flecked with road dust stood propped up in the field. An indian-patterned, woolen blanket laid over the crackly dry grass next to the bike. The bass. The piano. Toby's fingers tapped the blanket in time and humming joined the track's singer. A closed, content smile crossed his face. And then a grasshopper landed on it. Jamie Cullum kelt on singing, "I want to take you away!" as Toby yelped and leapt up. A dozen or so of the little green friends scattered in fright, diving into the shelter of the fields. He paused, staring after them. The Virtue stood a moment, slowly examining the ground. His chocolate brown eyes darkened. "I..." he absently ran a hand through his hair as regret shivered through him. "I'm sorry." There. He had said it. Where did the "I forgive you" go? Toby's breathing snagged in the back of his throat, his eyes squinted past heated tears. The music kept going. He whirled, reaching out, and leaned on his bike. His sobbing and the jazzy foot-tapping beat wrenched away the calm he longed for. "Stop it!" Toby went to grab the iPhone on the blanket, dropping to his knees and scrambling to get his fingers around the device while tears streamed unchecked down his face, spotting the collar of his shirt and trailing down his neck. "Stop! .... Shhhhh... Quiet... Stop it!" Toby's shaking voice and trembling hands managed to shut it off. But now that it had begun, Toby wouldn't stop crying until the emotion finished with him.
Half an hour later Toby raised his gloved hand to lower the visor on his motorcycle helmet. He had been wanting to buy sunglasses instead. He'd require either or else this coming summer would make riding a bit of a challenge with Idaho's reflective roads.
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"Yes dearie," Gerard tugged at his silken glove. "I do want you to do this for me. Don't you?" He chuckled to himself as he focused on his gloves, sliding them off, folding them up and tucking them into his velvet pants pocket. The Arizona sun set his teeth to sparkling white flames. "Keep it up." He continued jovially. "One day you will be King. Indeed, Queen is more elegant of sound. Why gender-ize yourself? Just be a Diety." Gerard crossed his arms, squinting at the dusty red haze below where he stood on the cliff of a plateau. A sudden hot wind gusted up the cliff-face sending red sand everywhere. It covered Gerard, spotting his velvet, deep grape-colored pants, the birch green leather boots, silken long sleeved shirt and thin cotton scarf. His feathery white hair, so fine, now bloodied by the sand, and his eyes were covered. The sand had landed on his unblinking eyes and covered each entirely, as though two mini Mars planets had replaced them. "Cough. Cough." Gerard's dull tone of voice showed how unappreciative he felt, but also that he wasn't angered. "Dearie... Let's make a castle of this red sand. Like back then. Oh. Well, you will have to ask HIM yourself, dearie." He blinked away the sand until his eyes were clear, and as mesmerizing as before. He peered up at the sun while backing away, preparing to turn and leave. His cloudy eyes glistened with blues, silvers, greys and whites. Among those colors swirled a shadow reflecting through, but no pupils.
"Do you wonder... Of course not. HE loves all the colors. I haven't decided yet. Now then!" Gerard frowned and raised his hands questioningly, the heel of his boot skimming the dust on the edge of the plateau as he stops moving. "I am not at fault! I am aware millions of years have passed, yet there is simply too various a selection. Don't taunt me." Gerard lowered his right foot to a ridge, making his way down. "No, no, dearie. Falling from 700 feet risks dismemberment. I will wait until 60, that much should not jolt my limbs from me. Do not forget what you need to do."
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Caves in Florida. Underwater caves. That information registered within Sync and she bent forward in her car seat to tap Rich's shoulder. They were slowing down at an intersection, entering Orlando.
"Go to sleep."
Despite the error of a computer in water and her protocol to warn Rich of that error, she leaned back in her seat with her hands on either side of her body, her eyes closed, and she went into hibernation mode.
Rich sometimes wished that he had been able to build an adult sized cyborg. The pros had outweighed the cons, however, with using a four year old. The body: easy to kidnap. Equipment: limited. Advantage: unsuspecting enemies. Chances that a four year old human could override the software: none. Also, Sync was travel size. Store her in a suitcase or backpack, hide her in a vent or cabinet or fridge or... most anything in any situation where she needed to be hid. Best of all: simple and quick to replace. Why did he need her in the first place? He had no clue. Rich followed his instincts, or a prompting, in the early stages of being Rich five years ago. Suddenly a ragged, tanned man with a long beard and dark eyes started to pat the car door, pathetic expression pleading. One of the many homeless people in the world. There were billions more non-homeless people they could bother. Why Rich? The light turned green and the cars ahead began rolling forward. A tickle in Rich's throat distracted him and a second later he began coughing and dry heaving, then a small amount of black fluid came out. He wrapped his arm around his mouth, but his thin grey jacket failed in stopping it. He cursed at the mess, the fluid still coming up, and pressed the gas pedal.
When Ahana got home, she picked up a parchment envelope with her name written in a cursive script stuck under her doormat. She waited until she got inside her small home before opening up.When she did open it, Ahana was surprised to find that there wasn't a note in it: only a silver, Celtic style ring set with what she believed to be a moonstone or opal. She held it up and looked at it, wondering who sent such a pretty ring to her. It surely wasn't her parents or her siblings; the handwriting wasn't any that she recognized.
She put it on, still curious about it. Huh, that's weird... To think that it isn't from anyone I know, and it fits me perfectly... Ahana took it off and put it on her desk by her laptop with the uneasy sense that someone had heard her thoughts when the ring sat on her slender finger, despite the fact that she lived alone.
((This could be one of those rps that might end up incredible. Too bad everyone decided to... not... make it that way...Roll call!! Who's still here?))
((Here, though I don't think I ever made my character. Oops.))
((KENZ. I've missed you. You're sparkly like fireworks of glory. SERAPH. Cherry filled pancakes, man, you should make a charrie.))
There was one being. One entity. One supreme force that ruled over all that came into existence. This force had no name-- it simply was. It housed emotions, desires, goals, ambitions. One day, it decided that it needed them no longer.
From this entity, the vices and virtues were shed. Each took on its own presence-- it's own form. And the peace was ruined. From then on, the two sides of "good" and "evil" fought for dominance, forgetting their origins in order to move on.
What, then, became of the first being?
No one knew. No one cared. All that mattered was the battle for power.
And so the peace ended.
And so the war begun.