Endurance [OPEN] Mar 19, 2014 18:22:08 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2014 18:22:08 GMT -5
(n.) a sudden stroke of fortune
There was much on her mind lately. Her worries seemed to dance around in circles, eyes drifting into the images of her mind. Squall seemed to fall into the leadership role with ease. Lately she has been getting the feeling she had met many of the faces she had come to stroll passed, but in the end nothing would return to her memory. Little by little she felt as if she was running out of time, something she did without in Valhalla. Here time flowed against her will and without question. Life lived and died by this function, of which seemed more a tempering toy of the gods than something of man's own design. Why were they so driven to fall into this pace? Following the scratching twists of the black arms on the white face of the crystal covered clock? The warrior would settle into her seat, watching as Squall took command of his vessel. It was a fine ship. She felt it speak when it rose from the ground and into the skies. The ship had memories, had time of its own. It had an existence much in the manner she felt reminiscent to the Eidolons.
'Odin, where have you gone? Have you sealed yourself away in my heart?'
These were the thoughts she kept to herself. She felt that, the further she dove into this growing abyss that was the Unseen Realm, the further she grew from the strengths she once depended on. First it was the ground beneath her feet that had abandoned her. Than it was Serah whom she had lost the ability to reach through her own shortcomings... And now, it seemed, the further she traveled through these Seen Realms, the more she lost. Odin would not come to her side, no matter how hard she called to him. Was this her fate? Was it her fate to simply lose everything? There had to be a way she could stop it. She wanted to find a way to use these eyes, to bring everything she has lost, back. The ride may have been a bit long, but she felt it short, time still but a faint presence to the time-stopped Valkyrie. When they arrived she was only drawn from her thoughts by the sound of his voice.
She would follow the young man, her body trailing in smooth, soundless strides. Her dark, blue eyes would trace the dilapidated structures of the facility. It was as if time had torn this place apart. A forgotten memory only strung together by the threads of another person's memories. What held it up so long? By the rust and growth of algae and other hanging moss, it was as if this place had been abandoned for many years.
“Do you know anything about this place?” She would ask.
Even inside many of the machines, which seemed to still run, were a far cry from being usable. Entire touch pads were missing while the fronts and sides of the consoles were twisted inside out by growing masses of vines curling around the computer wires, becoming examples of organic machines, if ever did she see. A soft wail hissed in from below the ground they walked upon...
It was like a Banshee mimicking the wind.
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