Post by Miss Jack on Aug 27, 2008 23:05:27 GMT -5
The town was bleak, its color palette looking as though every hue had been mixed with black or gray first. It wasn’t slummy or ruined, in fact it was almost uncomfortable in its immaculateness, but it was desolate— devoid of hope.
The vacuum slowly sucking life from the town loomed in the exact middle, as high and intimidating and sharp as a blade thrust up through the ground. He sat in the enormous room occupying the entirety of the top floor, in the dark. He didn’t care for heights, one way or the other, but he required to see all of his domain, every shadow, every daring shade of light that broke through the monotony.
Eyes the unlikely shade of deep wine, or more favorably— blood, sank closed, his preferred expression of thought. They used to be brown, but they had been stained over the years with the life blood he had absorbed.
He twirled an ivory ribbon between his fingers. All his magic, whatever its purpose, must be paid for in blood. The larger or stronger the animal, the more powerful its blood; a dead animal's blood was also weaker than that of one still living, meaning he only had limited time to work their magic before the stricken animal died. And any life blood of another being absorbed by the ribbon would be subject to his command. The source of his power came from the truly powerful beings in his grasp.
The government, which had been something like an annoying insect, was now evolutionizing into a more fearsome beast. Mortals with abnormal abilities, altered by their own traitorous DNA. It couldn’t have been predicted, and yet it still irritated him.
He stood to his feet, opening his eyes. It was time to deal with this whole… rebellion issue.
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(Red's post!)
The girl pulled the last stitch on what had once been her school gymnastics team leotard. The new garment resembles something out of a sci-fi movie. She’d never really sewn anything before and it didn’t look 100% like what she’d planned, but it would do. She pulled on the mix-matched outfit and tied the store-bought red mask around her eyes. She was so ready. She may not have any experience, or formal training, and she might just be doing this for a one-time thing, but she was determined to see it through. Elena Adalbjorg was going to take revenge.
Pulling on her black hiking boots -the finishing touch to her strange-looking, but practical ensemble- Elena listened for any sound of her mother stirring downstairs. Hearing nothing, she crept to the window, opening it and crawling out into the chilly night air. Elena shimmied her way down the drain pipe and took her first steps into the street as…
Well, she didn’t have a name yet, but that wasn’t important. What was important was her mission: avenging her mentor, her friend’s death.
Elena took a deep shuddering breath in. She didn’t, per-say, have a plan for getting in that ominous tower, short of walking up to the front door, but she was determined to try. Elena kept to the shadows as best she could, ducking into alleyways when she thought a patrol might be coming. At last, she made it to the foot of the tower and froze. Now that she was here, she really hadn’t a clue as to
The vacuum slowly sucking life from the town loomed in the exact middle, as high and intimidating and sharp as a blade thrust up through the ground. He sat in the enormous room occupying the entirety of the top floor, in the dark. He didn’t care for heights, one way or the other, but he required to see all of his domain, every shadow, every daring shade of light that broke through the monotony.
Eyes the unlikely shade of deep wine, or more favorably— blood, sank closed, his preferred expression of thought. They used to be brown, but they had been stained over the years with the life blood he had absorbed.
He twirled an ivory ribbon between his fingers. All his magic, whatever its purpose, must be paid for in blood. The larger or stronger the animal, the more powerful its blood; a dead animal's blood was also weaker than that of one still living, meaning he only had limited time to work their magic before the stricken animal died. And any life blood of another being absorbed by the ribbon would be subject to his command. The source of his power came from the truly powerful beings in his grasp.
The government, which had been something like an annoying insect, was now evolutionizing into a more fearsome beast. Mortals with abnormal abilities, altered by their own traitorous DNA. It couldn’t have been predicted, and yet it still irritated him.
He stood to his feet, opening his eyes. It was time to deal with this whole… rebellion issue.
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(Red's post!)
The girl pulled the last stitch on what had once been her school gymnastics team leotard. The new garment resembles something out of a sci-fi movie. She’d never really sewn anything before and it didn’t look 100% like what she’d planned, but it would do. She pulled on the mix-matched outfit and tied the store-bought red mask around her eyes. She was so ready. She may not have any experience, or formal training, and she might just be doing this for a one-time thing, but she was determined to see it through. Elena Adalbjorg was going to take revenge.
Pulling on her black hiking boots -the finishing touch to her strange-looking, but practical ensemble- Elena listened for any sound of her mother stirring downstairs. Hearing nothing, she crept to the window, opening it and crawling out into the chilly night air. Elena shimmied her way down the drain pipe and took her first steps into the street as…
Well, she didn’t have a name yet, but that wasn’t important. What was important was her mission: avenging her mentor, her friend’s death.
Elena took a deep shuddering breath in. She didn’t, per-say, have a plan for getting in that ominous tower, short of walking up to the front door, but she was determined to try. Elena kept to the shadows as best she could, ducking into alleyways when she thought a patrol might be coming. At last, she made it to the foot of the tower and froze. Now that she was here, she really hadn’t a clue as to