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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2015 14:58:04 GMT -5
It was gone, but not for long.
How long does it take a heartless to regenerate? They re-entered a realm of pure darkness. Think logically it shouldn't take long for it to mend themselves, but after a hearty battled, there was always a quiet storm. The rain slowed to drizzles, and the shadows weren't motivated to come after them. She wouldn't put it past them though; they were advantageous creatures. With the pink canary on the floor, it would surely tempt them, but she wasn't alone; the bluebird towered over her.
"You need to get up. Heartless aren't charitable," the Battlefield of War dangled at her side; a purple aura encased it before vanishing. Reaching down, Aotori tugged her up. She looked diminished with a change of clothing. All the knight's glamor had fallen; now she was a vulnerable woman, "Now it's my turn. Are you alright?"
It was rhetorical, but a joke nonetheless. It was a first in a long time. How long she wouldn't know.
"What was that thing you collected from the first beast, the light?" She watched her face for expressions and reactions, "it came for it, and I'm sure more would."
It was a small thing; she tried to recall what it looked like, but its glow blew its silhouette out. What could happen to mere worlds if more were scattered? Would strong heartless rise from the black crypts just to siege it along with more hearts. With every day, there were more problems. Did Aotori have the heart to make the world problems hers?
"It's a good think you're not alone," even if she was rude at first. Guilty racked through her faster than the cold, "you could be trapped in there with them."
There looked and felt like a prison. It was so dark light couldn't escape. Light would surrender and fade within its grasp. It wasn't a suitable place for anyone or canaries. "You should be with more people: more power and protection in numbers. You should rest to. I doubt there is a safe place, but I think I can find a hospitable one."
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Apr 23, 2024 19:55:09 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2015 22:13:26 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. @aqua~!
WORDS. 974
NOTES. Though time goes on, it's okay to let it pass you by. |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
It was rather ironic that Light was now being told those words. The Warrior Goddess could only, even if somewhat grudgingly, accept the woman’s help. Her words seemed a familiar remind that wherever it be: here, Pulse or Nova: the wild fiends felt no grace toward the human condition. Though Light was not very human these days. Even still opening two portals in a day really took its toll on the Reaper. Maybe it was becoming evident that she really was a puppet now. Without Bhunivelze’s guidance there was little Eradia she could find with her own power. Without the excess life energy, Lightning was left unable to take advantage of the time twisting abilities she had grown used to. But in any case she had to get moving. Those monsters would not be gone for too long. The rose-haired canary certainly knew how to sing, but the music had to end some time. Lightning resigned to her fate as a passenger for now. She did not let the bluebird carry the weight on her own though. Light held her weight best she could as time was still trying to catch up with her body. Muscles were tense and slowly stitching back together the torn ligaments and healing the throbbing bruises. Time was as much her Mistress as it belonged to her. Allowing her crystalline blue eyes to drift across the darkness she could see the silent eyes watching, dancing in the shadows like Chaos on the fringes of Nova. For now the warrior would allow herself to rely on the younger woman. ♪♫ Make my wish come true, let darkness fade to light Show me there's still hope, show me it's not over ♫ ♪ “ That light… was the lost beacon of a world. Within it sleeps the memories, wishes, and dreams of a great world. It was a piece … a piece of its heart.” It was the nature of the Artefacts. Pieces of Nova. ♪♫ Battles we can win, our struggle lies within Will we live to greet the dawn? ♫ ♪ Pieces of its past, present and future condensed into small pockets of light. The Crystallized spectrums of time held, within them, the entire history of a world’s life, along the path of one cycle. Who knew how many cycles existed. Maybe hundreds. Perhaps thousands. But Light had to collect the ones that called to her. Perhaps they held pieces of her time that she had lost. But could she regain them all before the world ceased to exist? ♪♫ Love will not leave you, hate will not heal you Promise me one day that peace shall reign. ♫ ♪ The words spoken by the younger warrior caused the fallen Reaper to blink as her mind took her back to fading memories. The longer she fought like this, the harder it became to keep together her past; the pieces fell from her grasp and sunk into the abyss of time. How many years had she been fighting? Fighting for the Fal’Cie. Fighting for Etro. Fighting for Bhunivelze. When had she fought for herself? When would she have peace? She had been fighting for ten long days and never seemed any closer to her goal. She had been warring for five hundred years. Now there were pockets of time ripping open, pulling her through. Did Nova’s time still flow while she was away? Was this perhaps the cause of the loss of the thirteenth hour? Was she perhaps … but a speck within the sea of many parts? Was she forever lost in this time, while another her succeeded? ♪♫ Make my wish come true, let darkness slip aside Hiding all our hope, mocking what we treasure. ♫ ♪ Her gaze drifted up to the woman. When she spoke of not being alone, Light came to realize how alone she really was. Though she had Hope, he was not truly at her side on the battlefield. There had been only one who had traveled through the lifetimes to be at her side and fight with her, but right now he was far away. So she did have none to depend on but herself. She had gotten too used to it, too used to this loneliness. She had never been like that, at least she felt she was not. She was not someone who thought taking on the world alone would be less painful. She knew. She knew that fighting alone was all the more excruciating. ♪♫ Battles we can win, if we believe our souls Hang in for the light, till dawn. ♫ ♪ Light shifted her weight, leaning against the bluebird. She raised her arm, pointing out toward the sound. “ Can you hear her singing?” She would ask. Perhaps the warrior’s mind was starting to go, but in the wind there was a gentle sound, much unlike the raking suffering that the Heartless made with their very existence. The rains were softer now, singing with the winds, and leading the women toward the Time Gate Lightning had left upon her arrival. There the Light was strong and created a safe haven in the World That Never Was. Could the bluebird hear the canary’s song? Lightning smiled weakly. “ We all used to be together. I don’t know what happened.” She murmured in her soft voice. “ Time broke us apart, but even apart I can feel them fighting for the future.” She looked off toward the void. They had a ways to walk, and a gauntlet of Heartless to deal with. “ I want to keep fighting for them.” Light did her best to stand. She had no weapon, but she would still do her best to stand beside the young maiden. ♪♫ Fate will not leave you, hate will not heal you Pray and one day, peace shall flow everywhere. ♫ ♪
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2015 13:12:57 GMT -5
A piece of the heart…
Pieces of a whole Pieces of light scattered across the world Pieces to be found and collected
The concept felt eerily familiar. Why does it make her feel colder?
Is that your task, collecting what’s left of worlds? It was quite the responsibility for a lone canary to take, but people simply do not carry such burden.
What did you do?
She didn’t look like the same knight as before, but a simple little bird in another wings. It seemed within a certain light they were both feeble. It was a humoring idea whether they could possibly save each other. Unlike her, the canary had a purpose to fly and sing even if phantoms kept her company with soft hymns.
She had people, a family of sorts. She could hear it in her voice. They were her purpose to fight and push. Perhaps collecting the missing pieces was her ticket back to them. Each little sliver of light was her hope. Where was Aotori’s hope and light? For all she knew, she doesn’t have one. It’s hard for light to shine when darkness swallowed it.
“At the rate you’re going, you’ll be better of not doing it alone,” was she, the bluebird of the underworld, better off alone? There were “people” where she sleeps whether they were dead, little devils, and a ruthless god, but with them in a full room, she still felt alone. The few people she met and crossed over-populated her space; it was too much to bear.
“At times, I think having people in your heart isn’t enough. As people, I think we’ll always yearn for something concrete and touchable.”
Aotori continued to assist her without complaints, while following the silent gestures to their destination, “How did you get here? You don’t seem like someone to travel in darkness.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2015 2:48:29 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. @aqua~!
WORDS. 538
NOTES. A Song sung beyond time. |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
There was a piece of Lightning's heart missing. It was a barren space that perhaps once fulfilled a human-like need, a sensation of, perhaps: want. Duty overcame many selfish, human principles. One selfish perversion overlooked by Light was the simple idea of guilt. In her duty as a Reaper: if too much time would be spent doting over a single soul, it was expendable. The needs few could not outweigh the futures of the many. Light has accepted this without argument. Another, selfish, human concept that Light seemed inept at experiencing was the joy of familiarity.
Even if she felt a drive to meet her goal, and knew her old comrades followed those paths as well… even after five centuries she could feel no joy in knowing they were alive and well. It was a very human mentality, which selfishly bound the fates of others to yourself. Light let out a sharp scoff, unintentionally sounding annoyed by the bluebird's train of thought. She was correct in her thinking. But could someone like Light afford to think in such a careless manner?
Would it be allowed?
"I don't know if I can even be called a human anymore. The idea of needing someone may have been something I once followed with earnest, but it was that only the start of my fight to survive. Now I fight for others and remain strong for them…How can I touch them and not expect them to crumble beneath my touch?" By the means of her own confession it seemed Light was only a piece of what she once was.
As they walked the silence was filled by the gentle pitter patter of the gently falling raindrops. If any Heartless remained they did not show themselves willingly to the formidable duo. The darkness was kept at bay by the very will of the songbirds. Lightning was soon able to stand, her body slowly restoring her damaged time. The former Valkyrie was soon walking on her own strength.
The blue haired warrior asked of her travel and of how she came about arriving. Darkness was not a perceived method of travel. Light was aware that this Darkness was unlike the Chaos she was used to. But it was also hard to say I her method of travel was more generated from the light or dark. Arriving at the Time Gate Lightning held out her hand.
"I travel through time." An impressive statement. "Neither part of the Light or Dark, big neither separate from it." It was a portal that led to chaos and from it.
A passage beyond any known song.
"It is the only path I can travel freely." The power of the forbidden portal kept the Heartless at bay, but also held their feral curiosity. "And it is the path I shall follow onto the next world." But where that was, stood to be anyone's guess.
The Crux led you where it felt you needed to be, and nowhere else. Bound by it will, but free to travel once you earn a permanence in the world.
Light twisted her outstretched fingers, rousing the sleeping gate. By her command, and hers alone, and could freely open and close the gates to the beyond.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2015 13:10:01 GMT -5
A brow perked at the scoff; she adjusted to read her face, but it was hard to dissect from a side profile.
“What did you do to be like this? It sounds very steep to volunteer. How can one still drive to protect without much of a yearning heart? How can one even gain,” what did she lack? Was it humanity, or her, “sensibility when there’s no one to care for? How can anyone not be eroded away from it all, or is everything that dire, so only one’s will persist?”
What was life with only a will, a bundle of relentless emotions and drive? When the job is over what’s next? A Lingering Will cannot express more than what it is; it cannot feel more through experience. Would the canary be a dull lump at the end, or would her duty carve out whatever’s left rendering her hollow and brittle?
“It doesn’t sound fair at all.”
What would it spell out for her, Aotori? She started out hollow, so how can she fill in the gap? Chapters of her life were erased away leaving her barren; her cause was a wanderer who fulfilled her servitude with a task to find a way to snuff out the shadows. The more she walked to eliminate it the more her heart yearned to collect her scattered prologue. They were all around her fluttering loudly; the pages flew and spiraled in the storm of denial. The more she fought the stronger they get.
The Time Gat opened like the Page Master. How convenient it was to cross a traveler of time when her past was muddied in bogs of darkness. But the time capsule was sporadic leading the canary to random worlds; it was possibly a compass traveling within the thin layer of the present to find the artifacts.
It would be a selfish request, and there were probabilities it wouldn’t work. Still the canary had her burdens. Hopefully when they felt more human, they could stay in each other’s company longer. The bluebird prescribed her company, but she was just as broken.
“I guess that means another place and another time,” she took a step back to let the woman ascend the gate, “Stay strong for yourself. I’d like to see you again in one piece.”
It was a light joke in light of their grimness; it felt like a miracle she could smile at her growing sense of humor.
“It’s Aotori,” she never told her, her name, but after fighting a unworldly beast and a colossal heartless, they should be on a first name basis.
[tis should be my last post. WOOO wrapping things up!]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2015 18:18:17 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. N/A
WORDS. 862
NOTES. We'll meet agian, my friend. |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Volunteer? It was more like sacrificed. But when it came to her sister she would sacrifice anything. It was hard for others to understand, many even called it obsessive, but Light had a strong motherbird syndrome. She had witnessed the death of both her parents, she was there to suffer the pain. Serah was still young so had not likely remembered their father, but mother was still a strong memory. Lightning gave up everything to take care of Serah and, had she the choice to do it over, she would have likely not changed in her decisions… maybe there was one regret. A quiet whisper of it that it had all been her fault. Had she not become so lost in her work: work necessary to support them, and always been at Serah’s side, maybe none of this would have occurred. ut in that same breathe what would she have done different to change her Fate as a l’Cie? It was their scheme. From the beginning Serah had no choice but to suffer at their hands. The gods had played them like fiddles. If Snow had not come into Serah’s life… because of Lightning’s ever busying schedule with the military, perhaps Lightning would have given up sooner. Never would she admit it to Snow’s face -- but without him she would have lost her heart to the Fal’Cie’s plots. But after five centuries she has lost that part of her heart, the part carrying the memory of that feeling. All that remained was what she had become… she had become strong to protect Serah. She had fought the Fal’Cie so none could suffer as Serah had. She faced the looping end of time so Serah could have a future. She had become her sister’s knight and when God gave her a choice to do his bidding in order to save Serah… Light did not hesitate. She gave herself up in order to let her sister live. She gave up her own life for the sake of another. Light had no will or desire to live without Serah at her side. She had turned herself into Crystal to atone for her irresponsibility. She was the older sibling. It was her job to ensure Serah lived a happy and peaceful life -- even if that meant without her. Light had failed and she punished herself for it… “ Life … isn’t fair.” She stated bluntly, but not cruelly. It was the simple fact that she had come to accept. “ But at least it was the one I choose.” She said with a tickle of pride in the soldier’s voice. “ Everything that I have now was because I choose. I choose to fight my fate. I choose to fight time’s fate. I choose to fight the world’s fate. Even if I become an empty husk of a human, a monster wearing human skin… I choose to, so that she -- all of them, never have to suffer ever again.” Lightning gave herself up wholly for others, but she could still fight because it was all her choice. It was the freedom of being alive. She moved toward the Gate, the spirals of Chaos and Light reaching for the familiar warrior. Her rose-colored hair danced in the gentle breeze of the Gate’s silent calls. She closed her eyes for a moment and turned to face the woman. Her blue eyes were clouded, but there was a faint storm rolling behind them. Somewhere, in there, there was life. It was guarded though. By who? Hearing the woman’s name for the first time brought a peaceful expression upon the Reaper’s face. She gave a light-hearted shrug and looked away, as if embarrassed by the situation as a whole. “ ...Lightning.” She provided. “ We’ll meet again.” She spoke with certainty. “ Time flows forward. Everyone meets there. together: in the end.” It was her secret belief. No matter the confines of time and space, she always found them again. It was why she was so confident that Serah was there, at the end. But Lightning was beginning to realize that Bhunivelze may not be the one to bring her to that place. Lightning had to keep fighting. If ever she wanted peace, she had to make it happen. She had to stop the Gods from imposing their will on the humans. Etro had suffered at the hands of the Gods as well, but never did she curse them and never did she stop loving the humans and pitying their fate. Etro was more human than any of them. If Lightning was to become Etro, she would have to regain her humanity. The warrior inclined her head toward Aotori and turned toward the gate. Entering the Crux the Gate would seal and vanish from the world, closing that time. The memory echoed in her mind. ‘ We used to have this old rhyme, you know?’ Come, pity poor Etro. She was left all alone.
Her blood p o u r i n g forth, In CHAOS to atone.
Queen of nothing. Goddess of Death.
So let her be known.
Lightning has Left the Thread
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