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Post by Pandora Dibrom on Sept 14, 2009 22:25:28 GMT
Awakening from in the slumber in the forest, Pandora pushes herself up. Coughing a bit for a while just because she felt something deep in her throat. Spitting something out she looks around, wondering how she got there. Not like it mattered for some reason Pandora remembered being at the train then left. Why did she leave?
Oh well, but Pandora knew she couldn't stay here as she began to walks holding her finger in her mouth grinding her teeth so she could drink her blood. Honestly she didn't know she was doing it finding an old church her mind flashes back to when she burned down a church. Sighing she just walked in looking around, "Hello." she hollered out her voice hoarse.
Comfortable with no one being there she walked in and sat in the front looking at the huge cross. Ignoring it she sat in the front row and laid her weak body down.
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Post by Morrigan Alexander Arma on Sept 16, 2009 0:12:31 GMT
Morrigan got upright, awakening from her almost sleep. Another sleepless night. I guess thats what comes from level fucking five. Just a day ago I was fine She sighed, climbing out of her bed. She walked over to the sink, grabbing a pill and some water in her hands, gulping both down. Gagging at the taste of the foul pills that currently kept her sane. She walked over to her window, slowly opening it. She climbed out onto the ledge, looking down and giggling. Even at level five, she couldn't help being giddy whenever she flew. She stepped off the ledge, plummeting down to the ground from her second story window. She stopped immediately above the first floor window, and skipped along to the church. Wait, why am I going there? Oh, yeah. I must be hallucinating. She thought this while she skipped towards Maxine, her little sister. Over the heads of the townspeople in Casalinga. She neared the church, puching the heavy wooden doors open. "Hellooo? Anybody hear? I can hear your heart beating....." She floated up a little higher, and started walking towards the loud beating sound. Morrigan kept walking until she was right above it. Then she looked down. "Hey, I remember you. Um... Pandora, right?"
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Post by Pandora Dibrom on Sept 16, 2009 23:43:45 GMT
Hearing someone come in Pandora pushed herself up as her red hair fell pass her face. Almost covering everything except her eyes. Setting her feet to the floor her body feels heavy as she stood up. Turning her head she looked at a girl, she said her name. Running her hands through her hair pushing it back she narrows her eyes, "What? No, my name is Lucy." Pandora says. Looking at the other, never will she reveal herself as Pandora.
Wait if this girl knew her then she is with Rico, she isn't going back, never, never will Pandora go behind those closed doors. Her heart rate began to pick up quickly as she stared even harder at Morrigan. "Who are you!?" she hissed summoning two vectors from her back. She made them visible as she took a step back.
Labored breathing as her chest rises and lowers, she didn't like this other person. Maybe she should rip out her heart? Or maybe she could let her live and use her to get revenge. As she thought the vectors danced around fingers stretching out through the air absently.
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Post by Morrigan Alexander Arma on Sept 17, 2009 20:23:46 GMT
"Lucy? Yeah, right. Look, I'll just call you Hazard, okay?" A sarcastic smile stretched across Morrigan's face, making her usually friendly expression turn cold. "My name's Valore. And by the way, I'm up here." She 'flew' slightly higher, out of Pandora's arm length. Her dark brown hair drifted down, slowly falling out of the braid she had had it in for almost two days, and towards the floor. Jeez, Vectors? Touchy much? The skirt of her dress floated back and forth around her legs, flowing out around her every know and then. Her hand moved slightly, making and impact on everything around her. Every pew except the one nearest to Pandora made an odd crackling sound, and in a matter of seconds had turned to ash. Well, I guess level five improves my power control. A lot. A grin spread across her face as pools of water appeared above the ashes of the pews, separating into millions of tiny bits and hardening to ice. They closed in around Pandora's head. "Don't think you can just kill me and move on with your life. I was just out exploring, but do not make me mad right now. Just knowing that I'm currently level fucking five pisses me off, so I don't need trouble when I'm exploring, okay?" Her face was in a strange expression, with her eyebrows in a slight frown but her smile a sarcastic one.
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Post by Pandora Dibrom on Sept 17, 2009 23:11:56 GMT
"Hazard...Valore...What type of names are those." Pandora said as she narrowed her eyes. Seeing the water hardened to ice around her head she increased her dark glare at the other. rating into millions of tiny bits and hardening to ice. They closed in around Pandora's head. "Don't think you can just kill me and move on with your life. I was just out exploring, but do not make me mad right now. Just knowing that I'm currently level fucking five pisses me off, so I don't need trouble when I'm exploring, okay?"
"Hahaha! Please! You think this scares me!?" she said returning her vectors into her back and increasing the heat around her to make a visbile orange aura glow around her body melting the ice to steam. But the girl could probably change it back into ice in seconds, like it mattered, "I can melt just as fast as you can create. And killing you isn't on my plan yet...Level five? What is that I keep hearing that shit, level this virus that. What the fuck are you people talking about!?" she grabbed her head and shook it. Trying to make sense of what people were saying.
"It doesn't matter..." her voice going dark as she took a step forward "under" Morrigan, "You all are just trying to make me crazy! That's it, trying to make me put my guard down and then take me back! You sent those spies last night toward me. I remember now that needle! You! Do you have a needle too! Huh! HUH!" Pandora screamed and pointed with a dark glare.
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Post by Morrigan Alexander Arma on Sept 19, 2009 20:26:10 GMT
Jumping back as the icicles melted, Morrigan glared down at Pandora. "Hazard. Its what everyone calls and has called you before at Rico because you've gone to the blackout rooms so many times. Like a hazard. And Valore is the only name of mine you will ever know." The water dropped to the floor around Pandora, pooling around her feet and disappearing immediately. Fire. She flinched away from Pandora, half expecting her to burst into flame. Her feet went back, step by step, slowly going lower and lower in the air. She stepped down onto the floor next to the only pew left standing. Morrigan sighed, trying to calm down. Clearly her logic wasn't going to be of help to her. "Like I said, I'm just out here exploring because I was tired of sitting still and doing nothing at Rico. I have no needles. I don't even have pockets in the stupid dress. Besides, I doubt anything less than a atomic bomb could scare you."
She smiled, a mischievous grin that could drive anyone crazy. The type of crazy little smile that could turn a priest into an axe murderer. Morrigan kept her hands behind her back, twitching them as and ice dagger formed in her hands, and an icy blue-silver aura swirled visibly around her body, matching Pandora's.
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Post by Pandora Dibrom on Sept 20, 2009 23:49:58 GMT
Contining to step towards Valore or Hazard as her boots echo through each step. Her eyes and attention are completely on her. As she talked about Rico and the explanation of her name. Stopping a few feet away she stared at the other intently. Unsure whether or not to trust her, sure she was wearing a dress and all, but that didn't mean there weren't more ready to pummel her with needles.
Looking at the other she could have sworn she heard a freezing sound like ice popping when it was introduced to water. Fire and Ice, what the perfect match as she thought. "So you decided to come to a church how odd." Pandora said as her orange glow still remained as she watched the other glow.
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Post by Morrigan Alexander Arma on Sept 21, 2009 1:01:33 GMT
OC;Bold=Italian
Morrigan grinned again. "I was actually following Maxine. Or the hallucination I had of her anyways. She's my little sister. My piccolo angelo." Her smile became kind as she rembered when she would call for her piccolo angelo, and Maxine would come running. "Oh, come mi manca il mio piccolo angelo," she said sadly.
"I figured if I followed her, I'd find something. I was really just bored, so I flew down here." The dagger started growing, becoming more like an actual sword. Popping sounds started as the water in the air around her back began to lengthen the sword. Wow. Its doing that on its own. Didn't know it could do that.
Translation Note;Piccolo Angelo=Little Angel
Oh, come mi manca il mio piccolo angelo=oh how I miss my little angel
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Post by Pandora Dibrom on Sept 22, 2009 20:05:10 GMT
Again she heard that popping sound but thought it nothing. "That is sad." Panodra says thinking about her own sister, "I had a sister once...I don't know what happened to her." Pandora admitted. Thinking about Kris brings up some thoughtful and good memories. But it also reminds her of the bad things. Her mind went blank at those thoughts not even sure how she should register them.
"Well...you found really nothing." Pandora said. Considering herself no one special.
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Post by Morrigan Alexander Arma on Sept 28, 2009 20:30:11 GMT
"It's good though, because if you're not really seeing them now it means they don't have to deal with the shit happening here, right?" Morrigan's smile widened, her face lighting up. "Sisters are like birthday presents. You don't think they're much fun until you realize how much you miss them." Her eyes lit up, a shocking electric blue.
The tip of the growing sword tapped against the ground, it's icy point crackling as it touched the wood. But Morrigan had all but forgotten about it. Her hair fell out in brown-black strands, framing her face. "If you go anywhere, you'll never find nothing. Its a rule of thumb."
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