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Post by Farrelei on Oct 10, 2009 10:44:03 GMT 10
McKenzie felt like he was giving his life over to sin just by listening to their conversation and keeping silent.
He felt dread well inside of him, he knew he could tell Eleanore and everything would be fine...
If he was just able to get to her before they attacked...
He looked up from his mind's ramblings, "M-My mission, Vivian? Hmm...?"
Now he was feeling a stab of guilt as he looked into the eyes of Vivian and Trale, hardened, determined, almost frightening eyes...
But eyes that were once innocent and friendly, children's eyes, he had brought them up long ago.
Maybe it was his fault they turned out this way...
He couldn't betray them, he couldn't let them betray Immestrial and Eleanore, whom he had said he would remain faithful to...
He knew coming to the headquarters was a bad idea.
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Post by Frost on Oct 10, 2009 12:07:00 GMT 10
"There are two things you must do," Vivian said to Father McKenzie, "The first will be the most difficult. Because the communications center won't let us through without someone high up in Central, you will go with them, once there, and we have captured the center, you will cut the communications to the Empress' ship."
Trale stared. He knew that Father McKenzie couldn't. And wouldn't do such a thing. Unless he knew what would happen if he didn't.
"The second is simple. Remain loyal to the new Emperor," Vivian winked with an unearthly smile.
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Post by Farrelei on Oct 10, 2009 12:14:09 GMT 10
McKenzie felt as though his heart had ben purged in that instant, "V-V-Viv...Vivian I... Vivian I... Vivian I..."
He repeated the words over abd over again, unable to speak, stuttering like a fool, "Vivian I... I... I can't... Can't do that... It would... It would... The Auder... Vivian..."
Now he eyed Trale, his heat pounding faster and faster, painfully each time, "Trale.. Vivian..."
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Post by Frost on Oct 10, 2009 12:21:29 GMT 10
"You have to," Vivian replied back strongly, "Even The Auder foretold this kind of era, you know this was coming."
Shelrair, hidden around the corner, stared in shock, We were his children...not even I would make our Father do this... She thought.
"And then what will become of her? The Empress?" Trale asked, breaking the hurtful silence.
Vivian, still looking to Father McKenzie, spoke; "Whatever our operatives choose, she can die, or she can disappear, either way, as long as she is confirmed dead, even if she isn't, we will take control. Remember, the attack was caused by demons, and we destroyed them, that way, we will be proclaimed as heroes and be suggested as the next Royal Family."
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Post by Farrelei on Oct 10, 2009 12:27:15 GMT 10
((Good twist. They don't know Siberius will be King yet either, but when that comes in it will cause more problems for them.
Also, just a question: How do they know Eleanore's got a ship?
Not even Eleanore knows that yet ; D
We'll pretend this conversation happened after she announced she was leaving for a while))
"But... But Vivian..."
McKenzie hadn't cried in a very long time, and he didn't cry now.
But his eyes burned with a longing for it, they stung with the bitterness of their words, and his heart ached in more ways than one.
And he knew, insid,e he couldn't do it.
"I'm weak, Vivian... Please, my dears... Please... I've done so much for you I can't possibly do this now, VI-VI-AN!"
His last words were coughed and choked as he tried to raise his voice over the whispery norm his condition defaulted to.
"Please...... Please......"
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Post by Frost on Oct 10, 2009 14:11:33 GMT 10
Vivian paused for a moment before talking again,
"You must do it. If you don't, I will doubt your allegiance to us and will have to dispose of you. You know too much, My Father."
The whole subject unnerved Trale, even though it may be impossible to see it in his eyes, he felt for the old man he once called 'Father,' He had raised him since he was small, and now, he noticed that it must be painful for him to sit through this and watch his Sons and Daughters betray the World and believe it was the right thing to do...
As Father McKenzie coughed those last words, Shelrair couldn't help but remember the last time she heard such desperation in someone's words, he was pleading, begging, and Shelrair knew that she had heard those words before...Please... Shelrair wiped her right eye, small drops of liquid were forming in her eye, she smiled and continued watching.
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Post by Farrelei on Oct 10, 2009 14:51:42 GMT 10
Disposed?
"N...No... Not..."
The fireceness in Vivian's eyes and the presence of Trale beside him eventually caused his mind to break.
He hastily pushed away all regret in his mind and surrendered,
He knew he would forever be a descendant of sin if he let them continue...
But without the Father, the Auder would perish once more, and the knowledge to reach the end will die out with it; the world would be hopeless.
A smile, conceived only by his own helplessness, appeared across the Father's lips.
"N-No... Don't dipose of me... No, Vivian... I'll... I'll do it... I'll do... It!"
His body began to jerk as if tears were propelling themselves through his body, but still, he shed none. Another jerk, and he began to laugh.
One, two, three times...
And then he coughed. And he coughed some more.
His mind was racing, his heart was telling him to stop, but he had to keep going.
If it wasn't for the wellbeing of the future he knew he had to deliver to the world, he gladly would have given himself in a sacrifice, his body was now too old to even want to function properly anymore. It, too, wanted rest.
His fit soon lifted, and so did his head, up at his son with the fierce, angry eyes.
Vivian was fueled with lust, and McKenzie knew now that the prophecy spoken about in the Eies was not for The Descendants to fulfil. He had even held hope when Eleanore Harvery was ordained Empress, that the Descendants would recognise hers as the new era.
But it was too late. They were already determined. They were ready.
In that instant, McKenzie swung out his hand and clung on to false hope, the only gift Vivian had left him as a means of support through his struggle.
"Your era... The prophecy has... Foretold your great rule...
My sons... I will always remain loyal to you..."
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Post by Frost on Oct 10, 2009 15:42:40 GMT 10
Vivian showed a slight smile and shook his hand, "I'm glad you've chosen the living side," He told him happily, yet deviously.
"Do you need us to go through anything a second time?" He asked shortly after.
Shelrair, proud of Trale and Vivian, quietly and swiftly left,
There's no more point staying and listening to an old man choke, Shelrair thought, chuckling as she did.
Siberius turned a corner and continued walking, he knew that it was probably too risky to keep talking to Savannah, and it would probably be best if he left her alone for the rest of the day.
"I think I might go for a walk," Siberius murmured to himself, attempting to clear his head.img100.imageshack.us
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Post by Farrelei on Oct 10, 2009 16:27:22 GMT 10
((.img100.imageshack.us??))
It doesn't matter what I chose, all paths now lead to death.
McKenzie stuttured, "Y-Yes... How will I disable the Communications... Inside the P-Palace... Without the guards... Stopping me...? How am I... Going to do it?"
((You don't need to reply. Assume they spoke about it.
I think the Father should also be accompanied by Descendants in priests robes so they can dispatch the guards in the command center or something))
Savannah dropped to the floor and wept freely now that Siberius was gone.
Despite whatever he said, the old Savannah was dead. She was Celeste - the new Savannah. Link had left her for Siberius, later then she had wanted him.
Somehow, in some unexplainable event, all the love she might have had, all the goals she strived for, and all the achievements she had won in her life...
They died.
And she was reborn with nothing.
Something many would describe as a gift of grace, and one that she now experienced as a heartbreaking curse.
"Hey, there you are."
She lifted her head reluctantly to the familiar yet depressing voice of one of the guards that kept her in her room.
When he saw her face, he stopped for a moment, and was temporarily moved with compassion.
"It's okay... I know life sucks. I'm just as prisoner as you are down there..."
Savannah looked into his eyes and saw kindness, something that warmed her in the coldness of the Auder's Chapel.
He took her hand and stood her up, "They're looking for you, let's not cause them anymore trouble."
And so she reulctantly followed the guard, head hanging low, back to the small room in which she sat once more, alone in the dark.
All that is dead.
I am no longer the Savannah that roamed the Palace Gardens...
I'm just a nobody now.
...A nobody who wants the warmth of somebody
...Somebody I never should have met this time.
Eleanore opened her window, despite the heavy warnings and forbiddings of it.
The cold air and the scent of rain calmed her nerves as she sat.
It was almost serene.
For a moment, she purposely forgot herself and reached her hand out into the cold, pleasant rain.
She brought it back in and placed the wet hand against her face, stroking downward, not caring for the makeup that had rubbed off onto her hand as she reached out once more, enjoying the precious chill.
Then she remembered herself and sighed.
It's tough sometimes...
She stared out the window, let her thoughts drain into the breeze,
And fly away.
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Post by Frost on Oct 10, 2009 21:50:44 GMT 10
((Yep.))
Shelrair walked through the alleyways of Central, nobody was around, she felt as if she was in a Ghost Town, allowing herself to do whatever she wanted.
She looked up and let the rain wash her face and hair, and smiling, almost laughing, she danced out of joy, but for wrong reasons.
Mummy...
Shelrair spun around, as if hearing footsteps from behind her,
Is this...
Her face changed to a worried look, and as she continued to attempt to follow the encircling words, they all seemed to affect her emotional state.
Darling...
They echoed through her mind loudly...
Here...let me help you...
Shelrair screeched loudly, and being unable to cope, she laid on the ground.
The words were continuing their course around her like flies on a hot summer day, and with them, she remembered something that was clearly undisturbed in her mind for a long time...
Shelrair sat on a small wooden chair, her dress was neat and clean, she had a pleasant, large hat on her head and her hair was done up into two pony tails, her cheeks were rosy red and a small bouquet of flowers rested in her palms.
She was staring at her mother, who had long, straight, brown hair with a rather elegant dress that went down to her ankles.
Her mother was fixing up another girl's dress, this one with light brown hair, her hair was straight down and she had a frown upon her face.
"Why!? Why do I have to wear this!?" She complained with a high-pitched squeal in her voice,
"Lucinda...My darling, everyone is very happy for you and they want you to look your best, so do I," The Mother replied kindly.
"There," She said, with a final hard tug at the dress, "All done, have you got your flowers?"
Lucinda pulled hers out, they were filled with small roses and poppies, whilst Shelrair's were just a dozen tulips.
As Shelrair looked down at her flowers, her hands shivering as tears began forming in her eyes, although she sobbed quietly, her mother heard her.
"Shel! Shel what's wrong?" Her mother said, rushing over to her and kneeling down to her eye level, "Baby...What's wrong?"
"Mummy..."
"Darling..."
"Why are my flowers smaller? And have less in them?"
Her mother sighed and smiled,
"Yours may be smaller and they may look different..." She began, kneeling closer,
"But yours look nicer," She told her with a wink.
Shelrair smiled and wiped her tears with her hands,
"Here...Let me help you..."
Her mother took out a pure white, small cloth and delicately wiped her tears before smiling to her again and walking back to Lucinda.
"Alright lets get this hat on, Father McKenzie can't wait to see you, you were only THIS small when he last saw you!" Their Mother told Lucinda, holding up a small gap between two of her fingers.
"Huh! Nooo!" Lucinda laughed, "That can't happen!"
"Well..." Her Mother replied, "Father McKenzie is magic, just like you."
"But I can only do this!" Lucinda complained, creating a small, shimmering ball of white aura in the palm of her hands, causing her to strain as she did.
Her Mother smiled and placed her soft hands on Lucinda's.
"Maybe...But you are special, not many people can even do that at your age, and soon, you'll be able to make something small into something..." She cupped her hands above Lucinda's, and the small ball of aura turned into a large ball and it shimmered like a star, "...Beautiful."
Shelrair moved her hands around, trying to create aura herself, but nothing came.
"Alright, done, Lucy, Shel, let's go."
They left their house, and with their Mother's hands holding one of theirs, they walked to the temples...
After greeting many of the other people in the temple, and many of them smiling and talking to Lucinda (a few talked to Shelrair, but not many compared to Lucinda), Their Mother took them outside, where other children were playing about around the trees and rocks, another woman came too greet them, and after talking to their Mother for a while, took the two girls by the hand and led them to the others, "Your mummy is just going to talk to some more grown-ups for a while, she'll be back soon, you just play," She told them, the girls looked back to their mother, who was waving and blowing kisses to them.
...
..."What can you do?"
..."Are you special like Lucinda?"
..."Show us!"
..."Come on! Your mummy is magic, Lucinda is magic, show us yours!"
..."Ah, forget her! Let's play hide and seek!"
..."Last person to do magic is in!"
...
..."Aww look, you're in! Haha! Everyone hide!"
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...
Her body lay lifeless on the ground.
Below a ledge that Shelrair was standing above.
Blood dripped from her mouth and from her forehead.
Her dress stained with blood and dirt.
Her hair ruined and messy.
Her eyes...they were the most horrific sight.
Open. Staring. Watery and Stained also, they stared upwards, to Shelrair, probably her last sight before, and most likely after, the fall...
She was soaking wet now.
She stared blankly to the ground, she was panting, she remained frozen, as if seeing that for the first time, that crystal-clear, lifelike, dream-like flashback that went asleep for a long time, finally being woken up by a turn of events.
Cold and((moist) Shivering, she got up and staggered through the streets aimlessly, thinking about what she just saw.
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Post by Farrelei on Oct 10, 2009 22:28:55 GMT 10
((Very, very nice post.
Lol, it sounded like Father McKenzie was Santa for a while.
Waiting for Silver))
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Post by Silverlining on Oct 12, 2009 17:11:28 GMT 10
((Back from holidays))
The guard looked down at Kyou.
"Extremely dangerous. He's been locked away for years. Part of some brotherhood... Sure you haven't seen him in the street?"
The officer gestured for the other man to search upstairs.
Kitharis curled up behind the bookcase, not knowing what would happen...
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Post by Farrelei on Oct 13, 2009 18:38:33 GMT 10
Kyou was pushed aside as the man rushed up, tagging closely behind them as he went.
((Do something Dx))
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Post by Silverlining on Oct 14, 2009 14:45:04 GMT 10
((What? Like has Kitharis go totally ninja on them, or do you want an attempted torture on Kyou? Or... A threatened attempted torture on a Kyou that just went COMPLETELY NINJA on Kitharis?
... Ignore that))
The guard captain leaned down over Kyou, his breath stinking of garlic cloves.
He ruffled Kyou's hair. "You sure you haven't seen anything around here? If you have any information, I could... Reward... You..."
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Post by Farrelei on Oct 14, 2009 19:05:20 GMT 10
((Kyou is straight.
Also, I want you to do whatever you want to do. Don't ask, just do whatever you want.
xD))
Kyou felt a sudden tingle inside of him and he felt his cheeks grow hot, pushing away the guard slightly, "No! I've seen no-one! I don't want a reward, just get out of my home!"
He was now angry, an emotion that rarely encompassed him, as his thoughts drifted back to Vivian's actions earlier that day.
These people are sickening...
Despite his comments, he still flushed, but his eyes warned the guard away.
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