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Post by starflame on Mar 19, 2007 19:34:40 GMT -5
Darkness. It's always easier to hide at this time, when the sun is almost gone and the nighttime fog surrounds her. She runs through the rocky terrain, not knowing what she is fleeing from- or even if she is fleeing anything, but she knows she has to run- She stops in the middle of a field, a bare spot in all this craggy wilderness. She thought she had heard something-
--get down-
The whisper cuts off abruptly, the eerie sound gone suddenly, and she turns, sure that someone is there- Nothing. But that doesn't make sense, she knows there's something there, something baiting her- or maybe it's only her mind. She's certainly gone through more than enough to make any sane person, any normal person go wrong. And this cursed enviroment certainly isn't helping any. She sits down on a convenient rock in the middle of the clearing, keeps one hand tight on her dagger handle. "Goddammit," she mutters to herself. "This isn't going to work." The sound echoes eerily in this silent, misty clearing- it almost frightens her, this place. Well. Nothing to do but wait for whatever might be coming. And nothing to do while she waits but watch, and she is exceptional at that. Whatever is coming can take it's time. She knows she'll be here.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Mar 19, 2007 19:57:04 GMT -5
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
Is there another side? Beyond the black and the white Place I could meet you by A place on the other side I'll let you know when I go When I'm gone
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
I catch a scent, half-hidden in memory, shrouded in fear and blood, but I know it. I know her, that much I am sure of, but where from? Near-running, I follow the scent. There, not far ahead of me, is the woman. Another breath of the scent, trying to know her, trying to find out where she comes from. She smells like home, like family, but that is impossible. Family is a long-dead thing to me.
Slowly, I creep forward, my sensative eyes wide in the darkness and every fiber of my being alert. Straigthening from the hunter stance, I stand behind her, still alert as ever.
' Who are you? '
I ask, my voice faint and hollow in the mist and my head tilted childishly to the side. One word echoes in my mind: Who?
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
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Post by starflame on Mar 19, 2007 20:03:37 GMT -5
Someone'stherethey'regoingtohurtyou- She starts at the voice; yanks her dagger out of the sheath and turns, ready to attack- No. She calms herself with a collasal effort; resheaths her dagger even though her nerves are screaming at her to keep it ready. This man is not one of those. "No one-" she stops herself, changes the tone of her voice from terrified to nonchalant with effort. "No one of consequence. I would prefer to keep my name to myself, if you please." She edges backwards ever so slightly, ready to escape if she has to.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Mar 20, 2007 18:23:26 GMT -5
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
Is there another side? Beyond the black and the white Place I could meet you by A place on the other side I'll let you know when I go When I'm gone
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
' Did I frighten you? ' I ask, a smile spreading on my face. Her startled scent is tangy in my nostrils, making me anxious. Making me want to kill.
But I do not wait for an answer. ' And if you are out here, then you are someone of concequence, especially if you are alone,'
My voice is merely amused and curious. I stare at her, trying to remember where I know her from her, because I know I do. It is necessary for me to remember scents, and I never forget one.
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
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Post by starflame on Mar 20, 2007 21:17:13 GMT -5
Ipigenia laughs, a bitter sound. "Someone of consequence," she says, "would not be forced to cower in this place like a beaten dog-" She stops herself before she loses control, and passes a hand over her eyes as if to calm herself. She does not recognize this man; he is only vaugly familiar, and the only thing to give her concern is the fact that he might- he might- No. No, that time is over now. Not everyone wants to hurt her, she reminds herself. Calm down. Start over. Relax. "Who are you?" she asks calmly, not forgetting that that was the question she had been supposed to answer in the first place.
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Mar 21, 2007 18:43:50 GMT -5
It's not me, Buried wreckage my soul, It's not me, so who am I now?
Is there another side? Beyond the black and white Place I could meet you by A place on the other side I'll let you know when I go When I'm gone
It's not me, Buried wreckage my soul, It's not me, so who am I now?
' I am not, and will not, force you to do anything,' I reply, clasping my hands behind my back.
For a while, I scrutinize her face, trying to decipher where I know her from. I feel my eyebrows knit together, though I didn't say anything.
' If I answer your question, will you answer mine?' I ask, though I didn't say anything.
It's not my Buried wreckage, my soul, It's not me, so who am I now?
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Post by starflame on Mar 21, 2007 18:50:39 GMT -5
A pause. A long one this time; Iphigenia was clearly debating the pros and cons of such an offer. "...Yes," she said eventually. "My name is Iphigenia, not that it means anything to you. Yours?"
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Mar 21, 2007 19:00:02 GMT -5
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
Is there another side? Beyond the black and the white Place I could meet you by A place on the other side I'll let you know when I go When I'm gone
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
I take a small step backward. The name... yes, I remember it. But where, where?! For a moment, I am silent, until I recall the agrement. ' I am Kazeielan. ' I dip into a fake bow, my face an impish grin to cover up my surprise. As I stand, I again look at her face, trying, desprately, to know where I have met her before.
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
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Post by starflame on Mar 21, 2007 19:20:37 GMT -5
Iphigenia's reaction to this news is rather more dramatic. Her hand moves in a blur; unsheathes the dagger at her side and has it pressed against his neck faster than he can move. "You lie," she hisses, viciously. "My brother has been dead for over a thousand years and you think you can fool me with this... this charade?" She shakes her head a fraction of an inch. "If you believe that, you are even more of an idiot than you seem."
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Mar 21, 2007 19:34:12 GMT -5
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
Is there another side? Beyond the black and the white Place I could meet you by A place on the other side I'll let you know when I go When I'm gone
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
I remember now. Flashes of that night pass through me: My mother's screaming, the bodies of my younger siblings being ravaged. I shove her knife from my throat, turning my shoulder to her. Pain, blinding pain, starting at the scar over my eye, flushes through me.
I pull my shoulders together, trying, futilely, to make it stop. I drop to my knees, shaking. I almost make a sound, but nothing seems to come from my mouth. This is the reason I say nothing for a long while, and when I do, my voice is choked and raspy.
'They were.... all... slaughtered,' my voice resonates with the same hate that I spoke with when I killed him, when I so much as think of him.
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
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Post by starflame on Mar 21, 2007 19:42:58 GMT -5
She drops into a crouch; rocks back onto her heels for a moment, considering what to say. "Yes," she says after a while, her voice a fraction softer as she studies his face. "What happened to you?" she asks after a moment, almost tentatively. "I didn't know you had... survived..." Her face hardened. "If you are who you say you are."
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Mar 21, 2007 19:54:44 GMT -5
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
Is there another side? Beyond the black and the white Place I could meet you by A place on the other side I'll let you know when I go When I'm gone
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
I glance up at her, still shaking.
' Why would I lie? ' I ask her, my voice cracking. I hug my knees to my chest, resting my forehead on my knees. I stay perfectly still for a while, calming myself.
I stand, brushing off the seat of my pants. I stare at her face, my mind removing the centuries and lines, softening her look. Yes, deep down, she's still my little sister, just as I am her brother.
' He made me a fighter, ' I say, with a shrug, though my voices carries the same tone. I drop my eyes to the ground, growing serious.
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul, It's not me, so who am I now?
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Post by starflame on Mar 21, 2007 19:59:24 GMT -5
"And he made me a wh*re," she says, voice hardening. Turns away. "Not anyone's fault, I guess," she says, back turned, hugging herself slightly. Her voice cracks. "I was just too damn stupid to do anything about it."
((OOC: sorry about the stupid asterisk thing... forum won't let me use the actual word, though I've seen worse on here... ah well. *shrugs* whatever works.))
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Post by [ st r yder ] on Mar 22, 2007 18:37:58 GMT -5
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
Is there another side? Beyond the black and the white Place I could meet you by A place on the other side I'll let you know when I go When I'm gone
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
' Don't say that, ' I hiss, feeling my muscles shake. I had never thought any of my family would have...lived... but now... I don't even know what to say.
' If it is any consolation, he's dead now.' All well, I think, At least it's something.
It's not me Buried wreckage my soul It's not me so who am I now?
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Post by starflame on Mar 22, 2007 18:46:37 GMT -5
"Unlike you," she says, voice hardening again, "I don't enjoy killing people for a living. It's more than a little distasteful." She turns back, sits down. Sighs. "Why are you still alive?" she asks, voice flat. "It doesn't exactly make much sense for you to be."
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