Fantasy What I've Done

[Axeykins]

What have we become? To anger whatever God or Gods are up there enough to be punished like this? Marked in some of the cruelest ways for the crimes they have committed....The churches have shunned them, the government wants to shove them into a dirty cell and make an example of them and there are some who only want to see them gone for good. There is not much you can do to help these people, except pity them and hope for the best.


Sinners are generally punished by the sin they have committed. (ex. Gluttony-insatiable hunger/ thirst, Wrath-Short fuse....I'm leaving these up to your creativity.)


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1. No god modding!


2. Swearing, relationships are fine, just don't get too carried away with it.


3. Gods will be a part of this forum, but you cannot be one...sorry.


4. No one liners. They hurt us all by making it difficult to respond to.


5. Have fun! or else....

 

[Axeykins]

"Lucid. Watch the office for me. I'm taking the day off." The large man spoke briefly over the phone to his assistant. Leaving the boy stewing by this sudden announcement, but didn't he question it. Or rather, couldn't. Not with him being the head honcho. and able to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.


"Okay Your Highness...I guess I will just put all of your appointments on hold and face the wrath of YOUR clients...Aaa-gain." Lucid's tone held a hefty sprinkling of attitude as he started to furiously scribble out all of the times on the little schedule. Abigor had been taking time off like this for over three weeks now and making his job a living nightmare. "Oh, I need a coffee." He sighed. Rubbing the bridge of his nose as he slammed the phone down. "Somebody.....just make sure stuff gets done while Mr. Eligos is gone and I go smash my head against a wall." At that he simply shoved his clipboard at the nearest person and headed to the coffee shop that was as far away from the office as possible.


Abigor, on the other hand, was sitting happily at home with his ever growing family. "How is the most beautiful woman in the world doing today?"He spoke sweetly as he crept up behind her to give a surprise shoulder rub.

 

[Cotten]

On the outer reaches of the city Quinten sits on the dirty ground underneath a metal over hang. his clothes are barley hanging on and it looks like he hasn't bathed in quite awhile, it's a pathetic site but there's nobody to give compassion for such a wretched person, There's a torn and dirty hat with barley any money in it that every so ofter or even weeks would go buy before he would get 10%. To make matters even worse on an emotional scale, not being able to feel anything ever again severely hinders his psyche. "Change? spare some cha-" he stops mid sentence when someone kicks dirt in his face, yelling at him how he doesn't deserve anything that anybody gives him when they saw the letters on his hands. "Thief's have no place in this world! I wouldn't be surprised if you ended up in a ditch!" and then continued on their way, looking like they did a service to the world just for berating Quinten. it was never easy living the life he lived, he never had a chance at living even a contemporary life in a decent home... But this is how it was, and how it was going to be from now on, nothing but trash strewn about their city.

 

[The Darkling]

Freyja was sitting at the bar surrounded by empty shot glasses and beer pitchers. Of course she wasnt drunk though and she slammed her fist on the table. Men kept coming to take her home thinking she would near passed out drunk. But of course she would disappoint them by being perfectly sober. The bartender walked by and asked if she could use some water, "Yes...sure, why not?" She knew her snappy tone wasnt needed since the bartender had been so kind to her but she couldnt help it. She swept her hand through her short black hair and felt even more depressed as she reached out to take it. It was cold against her palm and she wanted nothing more than to drink it. But as it ran down her throat she cringed as the familiar burn of alcohol replaced it. She cursed and payed the bartender walking out into the cold night air and leaning against the side of the building. Just another one of her normal nights.

 

[Cotten]

ooc: sorry I have't been posting.


after hours of sitting in the dirt, getting spit on and treated like a dog, Quinten decides it's time to take his leave from this place and maby get a drink, or find a muddy place to sleep. moving his arms around his small hat, he cradles it almost like a baby and quietly shuffles his way through the crowds until he turns into an alleyway. he eventually settles down near a storm drain and gingerly sets his hat down to count his money, it was a difficult adjustment, having to pick up the coins with his mouth to put them into his pockets.

 

[The Darkling]

She pulled her coat tighter around her and figured she might as well head home. She was there long enough and had spent a lot of money on actual alcohol when she could just head home and drink her own damn tap water. She checked her wallet to see how much she spent and she still had enough to get her by for the month. She only had this money thanks to her mother who gave her a job working for her by answering client calls. But it was better than being broke and living on the streets, though this was all her fault anyways.

 

[Cotten]

While fumbling with the change he had left in the hat, he accidentally knocks the hat over sending about 20% down the hole, to him that was a life's savings. he starts to tear up and his face gets red from anger *Why... why me.* he thinks to himself "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?" Quinten yells at the top of his lungs into the air as he stands. "Haven't you done enough to me? does this amuse you!? watching me suffer??" He falls back down to his knees and goes into an uncontrollable crying fit, He convulses and sobs until there was nothing left to cry out of his eyes. After the crying he starts going into a severe depression and doesn't speak for awhile, his dark and unrest-ed eyes staring at the ground.

 

[The Darkling]

While freyja started walking home she saw a man walking in front of her. Before she could think about anything else he seemed to drop something. Then he started shouting and she stopped in her tracks. She knew that there were other sinners like her but he seemed genuinely upset by what happened. She wasnt a people person but she walked over to him after a couple minutes. "Hey..um..do you need some help?"

 

[Cotten]

Quinten wasn't startled when the stranger came up to him, just a little surprised when he looked up with his sullen gaze. "your making fun of me.." he says with a voice that has lost all hope, then looks back towards the ground. the only thoughts he were having were dark and unforgivable, he was planning his own suicide right in front of the stranger, even talking a-loud not directed at any one but himself. "maby jumping off a building would do it quick, but then there's the possibility of surviving... Burning alive, I've seen monks do that without emotion. i can't even use a gun.." He starts to slowly sob again after not being able to use his hands. "if only.. I-i could use my hands..."

 

[The Darkling]

Freyja frowned and crouched next to him, "Im not making fun of you sir..." She wasnt to startled by the suicide talk, she had heard it enough from others and herself. But suicide wasnt going to fix this..especially if the gods were the ones doing this. "Look..why dont you tell me whats wrong and ill help where I can. Sitting here like this wont make you feel better"

 

[Axeykins]

((ooc: Can you guys make sure to not post too much when no one else is posting? I just don't want the other people who have joined the forum to get left in the dust.))


As Lucid made his way across town he decided to take short cut through the...iffier part. The streets were filthy, the buildings run down, people out begging for cash, punished sinners sulking at every corner and the stench of sewers was near suffocating. The only upsides to going through here was that it cut his walking time in half /he never had enough cash on him for a cab/ and for the fact that he could let his wings breath for a moment. Stripping off his jacket and undoing the wrappings that bound them tightly to his body he stretched out the bright luminescent bundles of feathers that sprouted from the middle of his back with a sigh. He absolutely hate them. They made him look like a devout servant of that God or those Gods or whatever apparently has a say in the lives of everything on this blasted planet. Why couldn't they just have left him and everybody else alone?

 

[Cotten]

((ooc: sorry about that, I try not to go too far ahead but i get transfixed sometimes and forget ))


Slowly taking his hands from out of view, he gives the stranger a weary look and slowly shows her the red T that dawns on the top side of both his hands, he wasn't sure she could see them in the dark but he made it a point to show her. he also tried picking up his hat which phased straight through them, after displaying his problem he quickly hides them again behind his back. "Then what else am I supposed to do, Everybody wants me either dead or locked up in a cold cell.

 

[Axeykins]

It wasn't terribly long after he let his wings lose that he was ganged up on by some religious bible thumpers. It was like you couldn't even go three feet without finding them in this town! "Ey freak! Why don't you go back to the pit you crawled out from an' die already!" The leader quickly circled around and blocked his path. Allowing the others to swarm around him. Even though Lucid had the appearance of an angel they had managed to single him out as a sinner."Filthy sinner." He spat. "It's a shame that you've got such pretty wings. Bet they're fun to fly with eh?"


"I can't fly with them...they're useless."


"Oh! Now how are you so sure about that?" With a nod of his head the other members grabbed the poor boy and started to drag him off. "Ya never know until you try, right guys?" They all chuckled cynically as they dragged the struggling young man to the rooftops.


"What are you doing?!? Let me go!!!" He screamed. Looking down at the ground in panic. They wouldn't really toss him off of the top of a building, would they? He could glide, but not from this low of a height!


"We're just being good citizens and helping the little angel learn how to fly! Aaaaall the way back to Hell." The dark chuckle that came from the leader of this gang sent shivers down his spine. They were really going to do it and there was no way he could escape. All he could to was brace for impact as the ground came rushing up at him and the drag threatened to rip his wings right out of his back.

 

[The Darkling]

She realized he was a 'Sinner' like her, unable to hold things she guessed. The money he lost she couldnt retrieve since it had fallen into an unreachable space. She shook her head as it looked like mainly coins, a beggar maybe? "Hey..I know how you feel trust me.." She reached in her pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill and put it in his pocket. "There that way you wont drop it..im not sure how you will get it out but you seem like a smart guy. Im sure you will figure it out" She knew it wasnt a good neighborhood for people like them so she helped him stand, "You should probably get out of here..you dont want anybody stealing that form you" She smiled slightly and looked up as she heard a scream. A man with wings was falling from the sky! Another one she guessed and really without thinking she went under the man and let him hit her so the impact wouldnt damn near kill him. All the air got knocked out of her and she was seeing stars.

 

[Axeykins]

Lucid's head made contact with the ground and bounce like a ball. It hurt like a Mother.....but least the rest of him had landed on something soft. Fighting off the dizziness he looked up, his first glance catching the sight of another man. Didn't look like he was it though. His gaze then fell down to what was right below him. A woman....He quickly gasped and rolled off of her. "I am so...ssssorry mam.." He struggled to get the words out as his eyes lost focus scanning between the two in the alleyway.

 

[The Darkling]

Freyja couldnt breathe for a moment and she lie there with a pain shooting through her rib cage and her neck ached, but the man was obviously alive which was good. Why does she do this anyways? She could have died as well. She attempted a reply but it was quiet, "A-are you..ok?" Her short hair was a mess and her long coat had lost a few buttons and was slightly dirty. But otherwise she was alive but was also in pain. She tried to sit up but her body trembled and she sighed. At least tonight was slightly exciting..meeting all kinds of sinners tonight.

 

[Cotten]

He didn't know how to react when the lady had pulled out money from her own pocket to place in his, That was something he would not forget quickly. In the part of town he was from, Paying back people who had helped them in their lowest states of mind practically meant he owed her a life debt. Standing up he couldn't believe his eyes when someone came falling from the sky and yet again the woman lept underneath him even if was to sacrifice her life for another. "Y-your a saint." he says out loud before he goes over to the two to try and help them up, it was very hard since he was using his forearms for leverage.

 

[Axeykins]

"Not really..." He groaned, wincing as a sharp pain shot through his shoulders and chest. "But I can fake it.." Taking in a painful breath he relieved the man trying to help of some of his struggle by at least managing to get to his knees. Then moved so he could help in aiding the poor woman who had saved him in standing up. "I'll say..." He gave the man a nod in agreement when he referred to her as a saint. "I owe you big time for saving my life mam..."

 

[The Darkling]

Freyja looked at the man she had just helped come over to help them both and she looked at the man who had fallen. She chuckled and closed her eyes letting the pain set in, for she found that easier to do then try and ignore it. "I feel like I should be the one with the wings..I just..I dont know. I like to help people where I can..and if I can stop a death then I shall do so. I owe that much to the people I have let down" She opened her eyes again and smiled gently, "Neither of you owe me anything..except maybe some help with getting up. And my name is Freyja, I dont deserve to be called mam" The thought was silly to her, she never did anything to get people to call her anything formal..it was normally something degrading.

 

[Cotten]

After helping the man with the beautiful wings that caught his eye he goes to help the woman and at the same time introduces himself to them both "Well.... My name is Quinten if you people wanted to know, I'd shake your hands, but it's an impossibility for me to do soo.." He says with an awkward tone for introducing himself after what just happened. There was no hiding his hands while helping them up revealing the Red T inscribed in both hands.

 

[Axeykins]

"Since we're doing these Elementary school introductions, my name is Lucid." He gave a lighthearted chuckle. Which quickly faded out a sharp pain resounded from his chest all the way to the tips of his wings. "It's nice to meet you both" He smiled brightly to both Quinten and Freyja "...and thank you again Miss. Freyja...sorry if I keep using such formalities. It's kinda been beaten into my head...but I truly do owe you and I'm sure Quinten does too."

 

[The Darkling]

(sorry guys didnt get the notifications for some reason)


Freyja allowed her self to have a genuine smile, "And its a pleasure to meet you both as well..and really its no big deal" She sat up and leaned herself against the buildings wall. A burst of fresh pain searing into her body. She must have cracked a couple ribs when Lucid landed on her. She took a small breathe and fixed her hair getting it out of her eyes. "I have already seen for myself what happened to you both. So I see it only right you know mine as well. Im a forever alcoholic" She put her throbbing arm over her heart and brought the other one up in the air.

 

[Axeykins]

Lucid couldn't help but chuckle again. Mainly at the arm movements that went with the announcement. "I'd say that both of you are lucky that yours isn't visible, but it's a punishment. Smacking you in the face obvious or not they're all horrible. Am I right?"

 

[The Darkling]

Freyja nodded, "Its a pile a crap if you ask me..I cant have one glass of water. im shocked im not dead yet, but im sure they wouldnt want that to happen so easily now would they" She looked up and glared at the sky. No no, they would make it so she cant die from alcohol poisoning.

 

[Axeykins]

"Oh no. Of course not! That's too easy on you and wouldn't be fair to anyone else. And you know how toootally fair those tight wads are. " They wouldn't even know fair if it stared them in the fave and beat them senseless."