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| The Unfledged | Feb 19 2009, 12:44 PM Post #1 |
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setting{{ tor, on an abandoned side of the island. time of day{{ noon. weather{{ sunny and hot, windy towards the sea. "Humhumhumhumhum, all the world is dumbdumbdumb." Kypriona couldn't help but sing herself a little song as she walked, and ponder how strange this place felt. She was a creature of many things, magic being one of them. It felt so incredibly absent without the usual cloud that followed her, but not bad. Just different. She was exceedingly open to being different, though, and soon - soon she would take whatever form pleased her. Instead of being stuck in this wretched female body, she could wander through whatever form she wanted to be, and pull tricks again. "Lo, la, la. All the world is funfunfun." She was quite certain that everyone else thought her quite made. Who could blame her? A flaming redhead wandering around an area that'd been deserted for years, with nothing on her back, nothing to call her own. Other than her light blue dress, she was naked. No weapons. No spells, her memory still was stuck tight on those things. Turned out that falling between worlds did that to you, but only if you were reckless and didn't take the proper preparations before hand. Upon reaching the one tree she'd seen in ages, Kypriona sat on the ground, and rested her head on one of the big protruding roots. "All alone, all alone," she sang in her mind. "I guess in the end, we're all alone." It was hard to tell what personality she was and for a moment the woman puzzled over it, trying to decide whether she was "meanyface" or "sadface" respectively. It seemed like she was neither, nor did she feel ... sane. She didn't know what she felt, or who she was. It was confusing, but not bad. There was no supreme law that said you always had to know who you were. Between all the people she could be and the people she was, Kypriona was always at a loss for words to describe the landscape of her mind, because it was always changing. Almost like the weather - one day it could be sunny and beautiful, like today, and the next it would be pouring down rain. She hadn't encountered anyone in Avalon yet who could put up with her for more than a few minutes, because she was so ... strange. Turns out that people are afraid of what they don't totally understand, and it doomed her to wander. It made her wary of people. It created the personality of Kypriona, wary, cautious, witty and biting. She didn't like people. Branwen, however. Branwen loved people. She was the personality that would embrace another, if only just to feel someone love her too. And then there was her mean personality: Trickster. That personality didn't have a name, or a gender. Trickster was a trickster, and didn't always pull nice tricks. Kypriona's forehead wrinkled. No one in her head liked Trickster. They all wanted Trickster to just leave, but Trickster never did. It was rather hard, throwing someone out of your consciousness. Technically, other personalities weren't supposed to exist. |
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| Feng Jian | Feb 21 2009, 09:52 AM Post #2 |
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To be quite honest Sozen was starting to regret his adventure to these lands. The area was desolate, the few trees that were around were frail and would snap with the slightest touch, a black dust coated the cracked landscape and all of this was sandwiched in between two fat slabs of rock. But what he didn't like most was the feeling of this place, it was as if the moment the pirate had set foot onto these lands he could feel the magical energy almost being absorbed into the ground, as if it was forcefully being pulled from his body. It was to the point he no longer felt any magic reserves within his person and he didn't like it one bit, other than magic being his favourite thing to use he just didn't like the feeling of being vulnerable - which is exactly how he felt now. "Boy, oh boy.." Yet, like the curious shapeshifter he was he couldn't help but feel the desire to search this place out more. I mean, if the freaking island could eat up magic there had to be something else unique around here, right? Who knows, maybe this pirate would stumble on something valuable, he wouldn't mind making a quick buck right about now. But never the less his searches around the island had turned up nothing so far, until a single jade optic would catch sight of something in the distance. He could make out a figure under the tree, and seemingly this was the only person out here for a long distance, so he figured he was going to go say hi - Well, it wasn't that he was being friendly, he just wondered what kind of person would come out here and lounge around. Boots would thud softly unto the dusty gaia below, and coming to a stop a small distance from this woman he sort of stood there for a few moments, "I didn't think I'd find anybody else out here.." His tone was hard to read, he meant to come out friendly and humorous but a hint of seriousness would come out, probably because he was thinking too much. |
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| The Unfledged | Feb 23 2009, 05:02 AM Post #3 |
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She rather enjoyed the fact that the sea breeze was on her brow, keeping her from getting too hot and whispering things to her like a friend. She was quite sure that they would say she was mad in history books, but that wouldn't change the fact that she was going to change history - eventually. In her own time. Her first task was to get rid of Trickster, but who knew when that would happen? Kypriona wasn't sure how you went about destroying your own consciousness. Getting off this island was one such thing to do - without her magic, she was a no one. Just another madwoman, wandering around without any powers. She wasn't quite sure she wanted to leave yet, though. Kypriona liked this place. It was peaceful. Except for her own ramblings she was all alone. Or at least, she had been alone. Kypriona blinked at the soft sound of footsteps, coming towards her. She didn't want to sit up, but she knew that she was less vulnerable when in a sitting position; though who would want to hurt a mad woman? "Someone just as mad as you," Trickster whispered in her ear, and she sat bolt upright just as the mystery person spoke, wondering why there was someone else this far out. Giggling to herself, she shook her head and then giggled again. "There are people all over Avalon, yes, there are." Her voice was tangled and raw, a throaty alto with the sharp edge of one exceedingly insane. She had a bad habit of saying everyone once or twice, and referring to herself in the third person. But only when she was Kypriona. Branwen was quite sane. Fiona spoke in a sing-song soprano. Trickster did not speak at all. "Kypriona knows that there are people crawling everywhere." "Kypriona sees all, but she does not know you." Standing, the wind whipping at her dress and her fiery red hair, she faced the new-comer and was struck by something; confusion. Kinship? Perhaps he was just as unhappy about the fact that there was no magic to be found here, just like Kypriona was. He was strange looking, like nothing she'd ever seen (or at least, nothing that she could recall). De ja vu was still prominent in her mind, and she shivered, despite it being quite warm outside. |
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