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Post by Loomy on Oct 19, 2011 20:38:04 GMT -5
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A Voice from Down the Ages So haunting in its song… | [atrb=style, background: #7B2500; padding: 5px; border-top: 3px solid #FFDDAB; border-bottom: 3px solid #FFDDAB; opacity: 0.8] An answer to her disheartened pleas, an end to her forced denial of humanity…
It was all so perfect…
“Together we can find this cure, Fay.”
It was too easy.
For a fraction of a second, her hand rose to grasp his, before she recoiled, as though she’d been burnt. The realization left her feeling slightly numb, and her voice became cold.
“That’s an awfully vague answer, you know. I’m not ignorant of the fact that each good deed must be returned in some way or another. So tell me, what is it that you want that you believe is equal to the cure? And, for that matter, how do I know you’ll keep your word? Prove it to me.”
She ached to be able to simply believe the young man before her; his half-closed, large eyes, and the scholarly softness to his otherwise thin face betraying nothing but good will. She saw no physical attribute about him that left her wondering about his intentions- his arms were thin and appeared to have little muscular build; his chest was a flat plane covered in skillfully tooled leather rather than bulging with pectoral muscles(As some men she had seen were inclined to have). In fact, he was rather youthful, and had an almost childish appearance- he couldn’t be much older than twenty, if even that. And in youth comes some amount of innocence…
Perhaps she was the one in the wrong. His disarming expressions could simply be just that- genuine and charismatic in their own mysterious way. Perhaps her isolation from living, breathing creatures had dulled her ability to trust, to understand, to believe. The idea was so horrible, in that she viewed herself as an ancient being with hardly an ounce of sentience; ancient, she could tolerate, seeing as wisdom comes with age… but…
Could it be that I’ve forgotten the face of sincerity? Has reclusive life truly taken such a thing as knowledge away from me?
Was she truly doubting the youthful scholar before her… or was her doubt targeted onto her own self? | [atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;] | [atrb=style, background: #7B2500; width: 100px; vertical-align: top;][cs=2] Comments: Wootness... He's ALMOST GOT HER!! Now... to find better lyrics... Loreena is only so inspiring when you keep the same lyrics on screen... >< | [atrb=border,0,true,][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2] these ancient stones will tell us of what shall make us strong |
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Post by zexy on Oct 29, 2011 22:06:27 GMT -5
((Ooc: Sorry about the color, I just can't stand changing colors, is all. Highlighting works well!))
What a strong pawn…
Smart, Zexion had never doubted that she was smart. Fey wasn’t falling for his spell entirely, and while the normal emotion feeling person would have felt frustration, Zexion only looked forward the challenge that lay in front of him. “My apologies for not being clear Fey” the Nobody said softly, lowering his hand and bowing his head forward slightly. “A cure is a high price, no doubt of it, but as you know, I am a scholar, a man always in search for something more to learn. He looked directly where her eyes showed have been when he spoke again “You have much to offer in ways of teaching, things I probably have never heard of Knowledge for knowledge, Fey, that’s all I ask. Let me teach you a way so you could cure your ailment, and let you teach me things so I may continue my quest for knowledge.” He took a single step towards her as he talked, trying not to be threatening as he approached her.
“You have my word Fey, my word as a fellow scholar, for that is all I can offer you. Proof? Look to what I know, I know exactly how this world could fall to the Darkness, be freed by the Light, and blink out of existence. A human is no different. You have been cursed by Darkness, a subject I know extensively.” Zexion shook his head slightly “Please forgive me for not being able to offer you much more proof, all my work is at the world I wish to return too.” the slate-blue haired man looked back at Fey, offering his hand to her once more. “Honor me with your company? I’m sure we can learn much together, Fey, and I promise you that your curse shall be lifted.”
Malice thoughts flicked behind the turquoise eyes of the youth. It was like a chess match in Zexion’s mind. He offered the higher pieces one by one, leading her closer and closer to the trap he was slowly setting up. His actions were highly masked; even the closest observer would have trouble distinguishing his acting from the real emotions. At least he had hoped that he had cornered her King, and as he moved his queen in the presence of the final pawns that protected it, he hoped the crown piece would just wobble and fall… Or else he might have to start from square one again.
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Post by Loomy on Nov 27, 2011 19:48:49 GMT -5
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Check... and | [atrb=style, background: #7B2500; padding: 5px; border-top: 3px solid #FFDDAB; border-bottom: 3px solid #FFDDAB; opacity: 0.8] Knowledge for knowledge, he had said. Perhaps she was not nearly the same sort of scholar as he, but she did not have any trouble seeing how valid his offer was.
”You want me to... teach you, then.
Baffled, the elven noble focused her attention inward once more. If he was lying, he was playing some of the best cards for the situation, and his poker face was flawless. While being a silver tongued liar did not grant an award for originality, she felt that this boy would not lie to her. He had drawn closer once more as he spoke, once more deigning to meet her gaze with an unrelenting but soft stare, urging her in a way that seemed mechanical to take his offer so that he could help her. An involuntary shiver cut through Fay’s thin frame as the idea bloomed in her mind. The boy, simply being a machine- persisting because it has no sentience, not relenting for tiredness or pity, or even for being nearly defeated, only ceasing to act on the will of its higher power. Such an existence… it would not- could not truly exist.
She hoped. She shoved the thought out of her mind, refusing to acknowledge it again, consoling herself with the fact that the dim lights of the room made even the boy’s skin appear pallid and ever so slightly unnatural.
She cast down one of the many walls she had built up in her solitude and took a dainty step forward. She sealed her fate by her own will with the simple action.
“I see nothing that you have said that appears to be false. You have not once faltered, your body language has not become malevolent toward me… if I am mistaken, then I am gravely so, but I do not think you are a liar.”
Gingerly, Fay closed the very short distance between herself and the scholar to clasp his hand, and almost shyly she met his indigo gaze, knowing that at the short distance and without the veil that she wore normally, that he could very likely see and easily read her expression- one that, as she suspected, very, very clearly spoke of hesitance and uncertainty in her decision.
Somewhere far in the back of her mind, an alarm began to sound. Subconsciously she knew that what she had done was very much similar to walking unprotected into a room full of ferocious beasts that would only tear at her weary soul to gain the simple satisfaction of harming her emotionally, of playing with her mind to lead her into blind circles. She knew that there was something deeply wrong with this boy. She simply refused to accept it. She knew that he was unquestionably attractive, and just as manipulative as a spider. But she would not think of it, would not stomach the thought of such an… abhorrent being. Somewhere, she knew that someone had just spoken the words…
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Post by zexy on Jan 4, 2012 13:58:27 GMT -5
Checkmate…
Looking into her eyes Zexion knew he had victory. There was a hesitant trust, only to be satisfied when Zexion squeezed her hand in his gloved one gently. His eyes bore only the trusting of glances and a warm smile made its way onto his face.
“I’m glad.” he said simply.
Internally Zexion was laughing. He had won her over so easily, and he would continue to win over her slight doubts, shoving them away with looks and glances, words and well acted emotions. That look she was giving him now would no doubt come in handy if he was so to push it the right way…
Adoration was a wonderful tool…
Zexion’s eyes caught something though; he was getting the look of someone torn between to emotions. Reflecting back to the main encounters with Somebodies over the eyes, the scholar knew something… was off. She was trusting him, that was certain, but what emotion was she shoving out of the way to get to that trust? That was something he’d have to figure out… but not now.
After a moment of glancing at her, Zexion, without moving, summoned a corridor of darkness around him and Fey. “Do not be alarmed. My methods of travel are bizarre, but as long as you stay near to me, you will not be effected.” True, Heartless attack the unexpected visitors in the Corridors to Darkness… but with Zexion’s cloak, and the short direct travel time… the most Fey should experience is fear of the Heartless.
The darkness surrounded them sending them into the dark path between the worlds. Zexion never let go of Fey’s hand, keeping her gaze on him. He directed he path to go towards the World That Never Was and as it did he could see the Heartless in the shadows. Swiftly he tugged on Fey’s hand and said hurriedly “Move swiftly.”
From there he saw the alleyway he wanted and they stepped out into the forever midnight sky of The World That Never Was…
((OOC: Loomy! Loooomsss I miss you! and I named my Breloom Looms after you <3 This is my 15th post here! And I think THIS thread is done after this O.o We have to move it to The World That Never Was! I was thinking “Loyal to a Nobody” or something like that.))
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Post by Loomy on Jan 5, 2012 2:14:36 GMT -5
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Check and... | [atrb=style, background: #21362C; padding: 5px; border-top: 3px solid #FFDDAB; border-bottom: 3px solid #FFDDAB; opacity: 0.8] “Do not be alarmed. My methods of travel are bizarre, but as long as you stay near to me, you will not be effected.”
She was not afraid, or startled, or anything else of the sort. Not when the gentle rushing sound of Darkness closed all around her, not when thick blackness smothered the appearance of her surroundings, though it appeared to come from nowhere... Not even when the flickering yellow eyes of strange dark monsters blinked open in all directions.
There was something oddly hypnotic about the eyes of the boy... no... young man before her. It almost was as though they were pulling her into his consciousness, as though they represented a vastness as expansive as the skies of every place she had ever been and then some. A vastness that was increasingly difficult to blink out.
"Move swiftly." And then he turned away suddenly, leading her through the darkness as though he knew every secret within its depths, and just as suddenly paranoia crept upon her. Were those eyes following the pair of them? Or were there simply so many that it appeared to be as such? He had said that if she were to remain near to him she would be safe... but what if he was injured by the creatures overflowing into their path?
No matter the situation, she was suddenly far less certain of her safety.
Then, almost before she could comprehend that they had moved in any direction at all, she found herself stepping out of the blackness, and into the nighttime... | [atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;] | [atrb=style, background: #21362C; width: 100px; vertical-align: top;][cs=2] Comments: TO BE CONTINUED!! | [atrb=border,0,true,][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2] Mate. |
Loomy and Zexion have left the thread, and the thread has ended.
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