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[WoD] Heart of the Mountain

@Sigyn @NovaPheonix


Nearly as soon as he was in the back alley, he was lead through the darkness of the alleyways. He was careful to be quiet, but he definitely could not...blend with the darkness, as she did. Suddenly, he was at the Chinese place where Harry worked. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the door was slammed open. A language that he didn't recognize, though would certainly remember, was spouted out. They didn't seem to take any notice of him or the girl blended with darkness. "I appreciate the help." He said, nodding towards her. "You did say you wanted to talk, and it appears that now I owe you a debt. I'm certain I'll have some free time once this business and my next meeting is concluded--is there anywhere you would like to meet?"


Before getting a response, he turned to observe the man in the alleyway--his stature was unimposing. This man knew Harry, whom he was investigating, directly. Perhaps he could get in the man's good side? Either way, he knew he needed to talk to Harry. He had already gathered valuable information on the man--Yang's Restaurant. He had seen it a few times in passing, but had never decided if it was any good. He suddenly found himself wondering if Harry was going to remember him from Wonderland--or if Johnny had told Harry about him at all. He wasn't going to address the man quite yet, as he had to finish his current conversation.
 

“Oh, chrys, how is the shop?” Roxane raised her exhausted head from her distracted mind, to meet the face of chrys, whom seemed much more refreshed, unlike roxane whom must look like a mess in her drowsy state.

"Fine," she responded to chryses question, her throat felt rather sore, because she had been out all night without any sleep. Roxane stretched her arms, then opened her mouth again, "The cameras where erased, and I made sure my existence in that process was non existent," she confirmed. Her eyes moved to what chrys was doing, Roxane had questions, many questions that she had to ask chrys. "There was one strange thing, though, " Roxane with easy steps pulled up a chair to the counter where chrys was and placed her chin to rest on her hand. "When I left, there was a shooting, I did not recognize the person nor did I see him when I entered," roxane paused, thinking back into the event. "I saw that the police had shot him, and an even stranger thing was, there was this spear something that didn't seem to belong there." Roxane recountered, the image of the blood still fresh on her mind, yet oddly enough everything the mission felt like it happened so long ago despite just finishing this mission.

After finishing reviewing the events of which had unfolded, she blinked as chrys already began to hand her a different case, it was of something she hadn't dealt with in a few years. Dreams, this perked Roxane's interest, as she enjoyed dwelling in these worlds of the unknown, even if it was for serious business “Show me,” Roxane responded rather eagerly, it was no big deal as she could simply follow the trail later on. It wouldn’t disappear soon and she could mark it down. “This could be helpful to the situation,” roxane muttered to herself as she followed Chrys' gaze, and came around the counter to see what she wanted to show her. “Lovely, a dream catcher!” Roxane said, putting her finger to her chin thoughtfully. ‘chrys is full of surprises,’ she felt a bit giddy at this new angle, she then turned to Chrys for further explanation. "If this won't take too long, then i'm willing to start now, I do need to keep tabs on the spear," she explained to chrys. She knew even if she were suspicious of chrys in anyway, she still had to trust her. Chrys was technically her superior afterall.​
 
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Anthony nodded, "I understand, it's important to remember the ones we love and the culture that we can learn from." He said wishing he could have known more about his family, the only thing he had from them are the swords he carried and a note.


"Alright, I will hopefully not need my bike any time soon, So I'll leave it with you and I'll see about getting you a job." He said and handed the woman his key and a card with a phone number on it. "If it's done call me on there."
 
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The exchange that had just unfolded, along with the events of the last day, were too difficult to ponder at the present time. Robert looked on as the man's body fell to the ground and the girl stood seemingly transfixed on an unknown object. Robert was stuck in thought until it occurred to him that he finally had a chance to study a physical example of this bizarre new world he had been introduced to. The man's body was there simply filled with potential anatomical wonders. As the girl seemed to have no interest in his crumpled form, Robert slowly approached her. This was a chance he could not pass up.


"If I may be so bold, I simply MUST see to the gentleman's corpse. I doubt he will mind. Aha. Who knows what we may be fathomed..."


Robert very slowly approached the body. It appeared to be in good shape, as it had not suffered severe damage. Apart from the whole being mortally wounded thing. He knelt down by it and held his hand up, his fingers splayed, and muttered "What miracles will you do you have for me? I haven't the heart to refuse them, and you haven't the heart to stop me"
 


Silva Mulier

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"You're quite right, my good sir. It also helps that I'm really good at sniffing things out." Silva chuckled at her own inside joke, certain the man would not quite understand it. Either way, she shook her head, the grin plastered on her face. "No worries about how long it'll take, Mr. Anthony, just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I'm a bad mechanic." Silva continued with her lighthearted banter and gestured to her oil-stained hands, displaying her white teeth in her amused smile. "I'm just teasing. And thanks, mister." Silva grabbed the card from Anthony with her worn, rough, calloused, hands. Her hands weren't like normal women's hands, thanks to years of working on machinery and getting to know old vehicles. She tossed the keys up into the air and caught them once more with a peculiar swiftness. "I'll get right to it." She nodded to him and stood beside his bike, looking at the scratches. She glanced up at him and asked in a quieter, more hesitant voice, "Do you want me to store it where it won't be visible?"


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@Xistund Mood: Curious/Amused/Concerned Location: Outside Crypt

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Meila remained still in the snow as the strange man approached. She watched on silently as he started to examine James' body. The adrenaline in her blood was beginning to thin and she was rapidly coming down from the high of combat. Unconsciously, Meila started rocking herself as she start to process her words and the events that had only just transpired. Before, it seemed that she was grateful for the new-found clarity, but now the realisation of what she had done and the fact that she had been alone all these years began to hit her hard and her psyche was and defences were completely shattered. Meila's body trembled now, uncontrollably, partly due to the cold but her mind could not fathom any of what was going on and she was afraid... afraid for what was and what would be.... What would happen if she returned 'home' now? There's no way she could survive now... her resolve gone, she practically went limp at the thought of returning. Her eyes swept across James' body and tears began to flow and what was once laboured breaths now become choked out sobs.


"No... What have I done?" She cried, asking herself. "H-He can't be dead... I-I... He didn't want to hurt me... not really... Please don't be dead!" She wailed, throwing herself atop James' lifeless body and hugging it tightly, sobbing deeply into his chest. "Please wake up! Wake up! I'm sorry! Please! Please... I didn't mean to... please wake up..."


She continued crying into James' chest, her eyes puffy and her nose running... She looked like a child begging for forgiveness after breaking something, but this was something that could not be fixed. After a few minutes, she raised her head up and gazed around, tears still falling and her body trembling. "I-I can't! I can't go back... I'll be punished more! I don't want to be punished more! If I don't go back... I'll be punished more too! No... No, no, no, no, no! I-I have to hide... T-Town! Fire haired girl!!!"


With a timid hand, she picked up her knife and held it loosely in her trembling hand as she stood up from the snow upon wobbling legs. Meila looked around frantically before running off down the hill in the direction she had come. She couldn't stay any longer in the ruins nor could she return 'home'... She needed a place to hide... A safe place where she wouldn't be hurt anymore and she only really knew of the one... She just had to get back!


@Ten Fairfield
 



  • @NovaPheonix @ExtraWhiteRice


    He really didn't want it to be like this, but he couldn't really fight against his father of all people, plus, he didn't have any sort of trick up his sleeve this time to counteract it. So, for now, he sighed, and lowered his hands in such a way that it was clear he wasn't going to fight anymore.


    "Alright, baba, I'll make something of myself."


    That much he could say and actually mean, as he turned to his son, and hugged him straight back, glad for at least this small moment, before nodding in agreement just slightly. He gave a slight smile before he looked back at his Father, and looked rather apologetic.


    "Hǎole, bàba. Tào huì gěi wǒ yīgè jiǎngzuò. Zhè jiā diàn yīnggāi shì hěn hǎo de rènhé shìqíng zhīqián jǐ fēnzhōng, wǒ hěn kuài jiù huì huí dào tā, hǎo ma? Tā huì gěi wǒ yīgè yánlì de tánhuà xǐhuān nǐ wúfǎ xiǎngxiàng. Dànshì, wǒmen bùnéng zhèyàng zuò zài zhèlǐ. Tā huì rǎoluàn gùkè. Wǒmen jiāng zhǐshì zài jiē shàng. Hǎo bù hǎo?"


    That should be enough to at least calm his father rather greatly. Worded in such a way that it would be easier to agree with, especially since it was what he, himself had asked for, and would give them some time, but he did lightly tap on Harry's shoulder and look towards the two new people, one that he knew would recognise him, and one that he wasn't sure he recognised, so he wanted the other aware, at least.


    Ah well, he would have to play the fool just a little while longer.


 



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Ahnoah's wound didn't seem to be anything too major that a little medicine and R&R couldn't fix. So with that in mind, she listened to both what Ao had mentioned and apologized for and the shifting of the deal Ahnoah was trying to offer in exchange. This was nothing new, unbeknownst to Ahnoah, deals like this for her culinary expertise was something commonplace as many would trade information or valuables if they could not pay or instead wanted to offer up something like work in exchange instead.


She'd deliver a polite nod his way and then shake her hand dismissively when Ahnoah mentioned getting treated, she could handle him with little effort. Even proving this point when she went to go fetch the med-kit from across the hallway quickly and return at his side to slap a small band-aid on the side of his head. This was a joke, she teased that it was too small and the blood was too slick to simply cover him up in band-aids. With this in mind, she got to actual work after disposing of the band-aid as to not leave any trash lingering around.


Her movements were careful and while she was not one often to heal others, she figured she at least owed him this much for the assault against his body by her servant. "Long as you don't move too much, I should be able to dress the wound up and get you patched back together good as new. You just ate so you'll have to take that free meal next time, perhaps after we restock on supplies. Additionally Mister, -" She'd interject herself to turn her eyes onto Ao before continuing her sentence. "You on the other hand will have to repay me for the damage done to my door just as I am repaying this man for his injuries. We can work out a suitable and acceptable deal on that matter at another time, so don't worry about it currently."


After that was said she continued to work on helping Ahnoah while she had Elise go check on their other 'guest' in Rosalina's room. Now while she was attempting to help Ahnoah her medical skills were sub par at best so in the end she stood up and brushed her bloodied fingers off against some napkins and sighed. She'd signal to Ao to help as she could not produce proper results with her medicinal knowledge thus trusting the man to deal with the rest of this situation as he was probably better suited than she for it -- offering the rest of the medical supplies for him to use on Ahnoah while she took this chance to go meet up with Elise in her room and check on the aforementioned guest.
 
"Your gender does not really matter to me." Anthony said as he readjusted his bag, making sure it was still there. It was a bit of a nerves habit, he then nodded to storing it. "Sure, if nothing else it would keep it cleaner then leaving it out." He said then made his way back inside the bar. He wanted to quickly get those eggs made before he scouted out the gyms.
 
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Rosette would watch as Anthony returned. "Back so soon?" She asked with a laugh. "Must be some mechanic." She says. "Alright, eggs are in the back. I'll let you in." She says, leading him into the backroom once she pointed out the way. "let's see, everything you need is in the fridge, i'll get you a pan." She says, smiling as an idea began to form in her head
 
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  • @Aquafan


    Chrys left the little black book on the counter. "My apprentice is out on the town running errands, so I'm happy that I have some company, at least." She took a sip from her coffee cup and led Roxane into the back room. She ran her fingers across the strings of the dreamcatcher and closed her eyes for a moment. "Just touch it, and you'll see what she was dreaming...I'm very worried about this. Before dealing with anything else, I need you to tell me what you think. After that, you can use her clothes to track her down for me. She got away before I could report her to the Council and I don't want to send the Arrows after her if you can do it just fine. You can, can't you?"


 
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@NovaPheonix @Sigyn


Taking the woman blended in shadows' lack of a response as a negative, he nodded towards her and looked towards the back of the restaurant--to find that the person he recognized as 'Harry' was being pointed out that he had visitors. "Hey Harry!" He called in to the delivery boy. "Sorry if I'm interrupting something, I just need to speak with you, for a moment." Hopefully, Harry would look to the Negotiator as a friend, as their brief meeting had been him attempting to stall the guards from attacking the group just the night prior. Actually, just having been led to Yang's Restaurant told him more information than he would have ever gotten on the man on his own--there were a few Chinese establishments in town, though he was sure Meila would the most difficult. "Not sure if you remember me--I'm Michael, I work with Johnny's editor?" He really only needed his association with Johnny and to figure out if he was a supernatural player or not--but the man's home address would also be useful.
 
Anthony looked at the woman and said. "Thank you for your hospitality, not many places would let just anyone walk." He was a little on edge around the woman partly it was her seemingly friendly flirting. It was rather awkward when women start flirting with him, there was also the fact that his mage senses where tingling all over the place. He was thankful he could sense who was human and who was not. It comes in handy when fighting for your life, he normally liked to give the benefit of the doubt when it came to things like that. Just because someone had a gun in there home, or in his case swords with him it does not mean they're killers but he liked to keep on his toes. Now if there was a polite way to turn down her advances, "I think there's a costumer." He said glancing out at the new woman hoping that Rosette would see to her work, Once he had some food he wanted to leave as soon as possible and start his day. He wanted to get a bit of training done and he still needed to talk to the director about when they needed him for filming.
 
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Roxane turned her head slightly to chrys, the concern in her tone made her frown a bit in sympathy, recalling a similar concern. "I will help you, if it has the chance of saving a friend of yours,"


" roxane decided to do this, she did not want to feel the hypocrite, she had wanted to find out about the reason everything was happening, just a few hours ago she was feeling passionate about it for the sake of dead boy she didn't know. And if helping chrys could ease the pain of someone in this messed up time, or even act as a hint to the events going on around town, then it was worth putting off her search for the spear. Besides, if roxanes suspicions are correct then by finding this person she may just run across the spear anyway.


'can you do it?' Roxane nodded in assertion to chrys


"I believe so, besides, if all else fails i can just grab her and run." she grinned, trying to make chrys feel better, but also realizing she may not be the best at comforting others. Roxane opened her mouth again, "Don't worry, i'll find her,".she softly put a comforting hand on chrys's shoulder


Roxane then took a step back, releasing chrys's shoulder, eyes gleaming as she looked with focus at the dreamcatcher, i wonder what kind of dream i'll find... oh please do not be a near death one, those are always a pain.


She reached her hand forward slowly towards the dreamcatcher, as if roxane felt it where some sensitive object. "Before i do this, is there anything else i need to know?" Roxane moved her head to look at chrys, her fingers a few inches from the dreamcatcher.


@NovaPheonix
 
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"Of course." Rosette would give a smile. He was very resistant it seemed.... gay perhaps? That was interesting in it's own right... it's not like Rosette had been intentionally flirting with him or anything, that was just her nature. At best he might be a decent meal. She wasn't hungry yet, but it was always best to set out your meals before you were. "Bah, what is my other bartender going?" She grumbled


Walking over an humming a slight tune, she comes up to the woman. "What'll it be?" She asked
 
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"Well, I got myself into a mess..." He said sighing to himself. He could just never seem to have a normal day. It's always one thing or an other with him. Either him killing for money or being killed. To be fair, he did choose this life though. He would probably have a perfectly normal life if he never took that one amazing shot. But here he is, on the ground being fixed up by someone he doesn't even know.


"At least the one positive was I found a decent breakfast spot." Ahnoah said, seeing the minimal upside. It was official now, he hated what ever kind of beast that was.


@Sigyn @Trickster Queen @NovaPheonix
 
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  • “It is against my pride to not handle this currently, my lady.”


    The words were forceful, and he paused to finally introduce himself, before bowing his head in such a way that was respectful, but still almost demanded respect by how the rest of his body was poised.


    “I am Ao, Guardian of the Mountain. I have some things of worth that may be able to repay your door… if not, I will carve a new one of Oak.”


    Still, once when the kit was passed to him, and the woman seemed to be heading out into another room, he paused, and stared at it for a while before looking towards the other male with a sort of knowing. That much he could at least do, and once the kit was offered, what little knowledge of medicine he had was put to use. While it wasn’t methodical, nor was it very pretty, he was able to at least wrap the gauze around the other’s head to catch whatever blood may be spilled, but not stop it completely, not yet at least. That was beyond him. This at least, would help a little bit, if not at all.


    “A new place is always a welcome benefit, little one.”


    He could at least try to keep up a conversation while he worked on bandaging him up, though he definitely was not trying to fully fix it, just get it to a slightly safer venue. The other’s own body would have to do the rest, for all he was doing was bandaging, and probably using more bandages than he should, but whatever. Blood was Blood.


    “I believe that when you are done here, you will need to see your village’s medicine man or woman. For now, it is at least bandaged, but I do not see the blood stopping just yet.”


    He paused in his movements, and finally knelt down next to the other male as he focused on him for a while, as if gauging something that was unknown. His work was partially done, but nowhere near complete. Honestly, he didn’t quite fully care as much, but there was something that was bugging him, just there in the back of his mind that made him care.


    “Why was one such as you going up against someone like that woman?”


    It was a simple question, but at the same time, he paused, and thought about other things as he continued to wrap the bandages around, trying to secure them in such a way to stop the bleeding, and perform whatever other care he would need to as the need arises.


 
[9:30 AM, Tuesday, Day 2] ((OOC: Week 7 Begins))





  • @Aquafan @Sigyn


    Chrys stood behind her new assistant and now future secondary apprentice since she had promised that to her, "It's perfectly safe. I can't make out any of this writing in her journal, most of it is scribbles and nonsense. I figured her mental imagery might at least be more direct..." She went over to the phone to call the council leader in order to make him aware before tonight's meeting, so that he would not be surprised. She wanted to bring Meila herself, but the journal would have to do for now.


 
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@NovaPheonix @Sigyn


Harry had stepped out into the alleyway--nice. This was a great opportunity.


"Kind of, yeah--I haven't seen Johnny since what happened, and last I checked Julia hadn't heard from him, either. I was hoping you had seen him. I was also curious about you--you pulled some amazing stunts, too, much more than what you'd expect from a Chinese delivery boy. Unless you're like Miyagi or something. You must be a pretty upstanding guy, too, because you helped Johnny and Caeda get back at the bartender that drugged them." 'Michael' stated, hoping he wouldn't take offense to his curiosity. He didn't quite have a read on Harry's personality yet, so he experimented with a couple of different subtleties to try to better understand him. Heck, the only extra information he could get at this point would come from being the man's friend. 'Michael' didn't try to read Harry's aura, he figured he'd better save his effort in case he met the supernatural creature that he couldn't read last night, or for his meeting with Burns and Julia.
 
Rosette sighed. "Very well." She said, in a bit of annoyance. Of course, people in Crypt were welcome to come and relax, but she never liked having her time wasted Walking a short distance away she grabs a dishrag and begins to clean some of her dirty dishes. Honestly, everything just got in the way these days. She'd rather just be off having fun... lots of sweet, sweet fun.
 
Anthony was alone in the kitchen area now. Alright maybe he should have mentioned he was not really that good at cooking, there was reasons why he went out all the time for food. Why bother to learn how to cook when there was restaurants on every street. Though it was just an egg what's the worse that could happen...


Like every time those words are uttered the worst could happen and Anthony desperately tried to swat the smoke away from what was left of his eggs. He had just no idea what went wrong as he looked at the blackened mess in the pan that looked more like a monster he needed to kill other then something to eat. Well at least the fire alarm did not go off... And there went the fire alarm and sprinkler system, great he was now wet and hungry. This day could go so much better.
 


Silva Mulier

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After Anthony had gone inside and Silva had brought the bike back to her shop, she took a good look at the bike and shook her head, knowing it would take her a while to repair the bike. She spent about an hour looking it over and fixing the dents on the main body of the vehicle, but she'd have to buy new parts to replace the torn up inner skeleton of the bike. She stood and sighed, then went over to her own vehicle, which ess currently out of commission because it wasn't running smoothly. Something wrong with the engine, Zee had told her. If it was an engine problem, she'd probably have to buy even more parts. 'Great.' Silva thought to herself and rubbed her grease-covered hands on her tight jeans. 'What was there to do now?' Silva wondered, now bored, until she heard an alarm and her head snapped up.


Like she had mentioned before, the shop was right around the corner from Crypt and Cafe Noir. She heard the fire alarm of the bar and immediately left the shop to jog around the corner. The place was always in good, working, order, so Silva was worried when the alarm went off. She crossed the street quickly, only to be greeted by the sprinkler system of the bar. She looked around, and, seeing that no one was in any immediate danger, looked confused.


"What's going on?" She asked, then headed towards the kitchen, where smoke was seeping from. She coughed, then saw Anthony in front of a burnt pile of something. "Anthony? What the..?"


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@Xistund Mood: Concerned/Shocked Location: Crypt kitchen

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Wetness. All of a sudden, wetness.The second the water hit her, she looked rather... angry. She looked for the source of it, though honestly, the list of possibilities were rather low. Besides, she could smell the burning coming from the kitchen. She sighed. Myth that no actor could cook or otherwise fend for themselves :confirmed.


She marched in the kitchen, looking like a dog who was promised cookies but was instead treated to a trip to the vet. "You know , I said you could COOK eggs not attempt alchemy." She says, looking at him. before heading to the phone to inform the fire department that they needn't come. "And you ruined my pan..." She says, sighing.
 

“good,” Roxane nodded finally, her hesitation gone. Now, she must place her finger on this catcher, her arm stretched further until it barely laid upon the surface of the interweaving connections of the dreamcatcher, immediately her mind and body entered the dream, well simply her eyes saw from the girls perspective. Outside her body appeared as if a stiff woman, still and staring intently with focused eyes at a dream catcher.

what is this? roxane thought as she felt herself pulled into this strange world full darkness, her steps light.. no not her steps the girls steps. Roxane had to remember this was not her own dream. She could feel the girls familiarity with the place, as she herself observed the strange tiles, and wondered where she could of been from, or what was her history to of been in such a place before. It was a strange feeling as if she were some sort of invader in another persons world. When she saw the eyes she felt it as the girl felt it, it was a bit intimidating, the feeling itself roxane would know if she where not so into the dream, was completely intimate in someway, as if it where a part of herself. Everything was full of familiarity and she observed as meila stood frozen unable to control herself and the vision followed the girl.

Soon, the images that came by became her own, as if she where truly becoming the girl so absorbed, and her focus intensified. The dream felt very real, as if it where truly a place to explore, or to run from. Roxane walked into the room through burning fire with meila as she felt little fear.

she with meila normally she would shry from such used pillows that looked as if they should be thrown away, the place felt old and worn out which roxane would normally think one would avoid or feel uncomfortable in, but aware of how this dream has been going, there was lack of any sense of fear in this moment to the dreamer past the first odd encounter (eye). but one thing caught roxanes separate attention. The candle, it lit singularly in the light.

Soon the dream moved on and she could see the strange large book, it was one of those old worn out kinds. Roxane felt she had seen something similar to this, then recalled seeing a book resembling this with chrys, but this one was different… focusing further she needed to remember every detail and its significance.

In the outside world her body became more and more relaxed, leaning forward a bit and seemingly heavy. Roxane blinked as things continued to unfold, her hand shook slightly.

The dream continued to its ends and roxane felt the very blow of it all as it came nearing a conclusion.

who is this person, what has she gone through?


i wish..

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Once roxane stopped seeing the vision, it sort of cut off abruptly, she physically pulled back a bit. She then brought her hand to herself and rubbed it, for some reason her bodys temperature had lowered. “Strange, It felt so real,” she shook her head, it was her fault for allowing herself to become emotionally involved. She took a moment, eyes closed, to recollect everything she had seen, and put meaning to it. Now that she was out of the vision, she felt as if she understood it better away from the vision and able to reflect. She crossed her arms.

“It began with these eyes, I believe they represent two things …. Fear, it was too intimate, it resembled her inner fear, something very deep and the second that she feels something watching over her, I don’t know what… but that was not the only time the eye appeared, it called to her and she was forced to face it. She was in a place she was familiar with, before and after that of course,” roxane stated, to ensure that she was being clear. She placed a thoughtful finger to her chin “it seems that when she walked through this fire, she felt rejuvenation, a sort of raw power, she felt no pain and so we can assume posi. Odd it sort of reminded me of something I had seen earlier… what was it, yes, that scorch mark!” Roxane felt this realization have an impact on herself, it felt obsurd, but right in someway. She shook her head and continued “after that we cam- I’m sorry, she came to this extremely rusty room, she has extreme attachements to her past which was fairly obvious, she recalled the past that she missed possibly because it was full of youthful innocence that she no longer has eventually this is severed further without redemption, despite it being completely severed already. She had lost this innocence long ago… which was obvious as she held close to a pillow she had long ago “ ‘why, was she so keen to look back at it?’ roxane thought to herself as she spoke, but dared not to speak the unnecessary outloud. “also, when she looked in the mirror of her youngerself, she treated her as if she where a different person, this isn’t good, a regressive personality possibly,” she took a breath before continueing there was a lot to this dream.

“I saw a candle in the room end the relationship with fire, it seemed to be moving in a intoxicating way, it looked as if it where faries, that isn't normal to for an adult to visualize, unless she is magical? (roxane looked at chrys for confirmation) . A blue light that appears represents calm and peace,” Roxane was afraid she would of confused chrys at this point, “In short, in the beginning she was watched by a monster, and once she fell asleep on the pillow she felt peace and calmed herself,” Roxane scratched the back of her head as she the opened her eyes to look at chrys."Thats it, quest..." roxane stopped, something came to mind as she looked at chrys, she recalled a big old book that was of chryses possessions, dispite her short time of knowing her. "Do you still have that book? Because, in this dream, there was one similar to that, but different somehow, it had an eye, and it was bigger. The same eye from the beginning of the dream, and she was holding close to it.... " She frowned, trying to form some sort of conclusion to the strangeness of the dream. She then shrugged it off "Thats about everything."
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((....this one may be a bit confusing... and credit to kara and nova))


((...may edit the last paragraph))
 
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Anthony looked from one of the women to the other. "I um yea, this was a lot harder then I thought..." He said trying to poke at the blacked wet thing in the pan. "I can fix your pan, and if there's anything I can do to apologies, just say so." He ran his hand though his now wet hair. He hoped that she did not demand that he wash dishes or anything like that. He was sure with his luck he'd brake more dishes then clean.
 
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