Keylo
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- Nov 9, 2008
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“United you stand, divided you fall; strength in numbers, power through unity. Such is the absolute law, in a normal world at least... Yet in a world ruled by a witch, one shall find oneself left hanging either way, whether it be alone or together…Fufufu~”
”Birds of a feather should take great care in flocking together, lest the huntsmen approach.”
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River
Memories upon memories…they all return in a rush of blinding light…
Genevieve
A passing dream within a dream, in endless brilliance…
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Drip…drop…
The sound of dripping water is the first to grace one’s awakening yet again… a simple noise that has become repetitive and irritable at best in an endless stream of dreams. Has reality come to awaken the unfortunate from nightmares at last?... Or is this naught but another petty illusion in that unbreakable sequence?
A rattling of chains, the rush of cool air against one’s bare skin, the sensation of slippery flesh slapping against one’s naked body…and of course, blood rushing to one’s head.
All of which seem to imply that reality, at least of some sorts, had come at last. Yet…was such truly a boon? As one’s senses become more vivid, and one’s awareness becomes clear…it is then that one finds herself in a nearly pitch black room, suspended upside down from the ceiling by what appears to be a thin…yet powerful blue thread. On the other side of the chamber, is the only source of light, a small circle of candles…with an envelope of sorts within it. To one’s sides…suspended alongside are what appear to be dangling slabs of meat of an unknown variety…and perhaps another person slightly off in the distance…if one’s perception was correct.
If one chooses to fiddle with the string they are suspended from?...One would find that it could come undone easily enough, as such is a simple tie, and the ground is only a short way down. Though one thing was certain…only a twisted sense of humor could come up with a cruel joke such as this.
”Birds of a feather should take great care in flocking together, lest the huntsmen approach.”
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River
Memories upon memories…they all return in a rush of blinding light…
A desecrated home...
Exodus 20:13
A chance encounter…
”Damn it Jess! You said you knew how to bloody drive!"
A haven, protecting from the clutches of evil…
“I am Reina, the Maitress de Salut and head of this establishment.”
A fated encounter with a servant of blue…
”So fragile, so weak…Ah, breaking pieces has never been so fun!~”
A cry of hopeless despair…
”The Maitress…The Maitress has fallen!”
And of course…the final confrontation…
"Fufufu~ Continue. Dance to your heart’s content against the strings of fate, for they have already been sealed against you.”
A heart pierced multiple times, a cry of triumph, a final wish…
”I wish…”
…A sinister and sadistic smile.
”I win.”
Exodus 20:13
A chance encounter…
”Damn it Jess! You said you knew how to bloody drive!"
A haven, protecting from the clutches of evil…
“I am Reina, the Maitress de Salut and head of this establishment.”
A fated encounter with a servant of blue…
”So fragile, so weak…Ah, breaking pieces has never been so fun!~”
A cry of hopeless despair…
”The Maitress…The Maitress has fallen!”
And of course…the final confrontation…
"Fufufu~ Continue. Dance to your heart’s content against the strings of fate, for they have already been sealed against you.”
A heart pierced multiple times, a cry of triumph, a final wish…
”I wish…”
…A sinister and sadistic smile.
”I win.”
A passing dream within a dream, in endless brilliance…
The checkered room with the wall of clocks once again… a revisit to another dream. The glass table with scattered pieces, the dainty china cup with simmering black tea, the dreadful maiden in blue…Yes, naught but a throwback to another horrid dream, one that had already been experienced.
At least…until, one’s mouth begins to move, or rather…what felt to be one’s mouth moves, as it babbled out a garbled harmonic of nonsense. A language that was incomprehensible, perhaps even the farthest reaches of heritage…or the work of more dream magic to grant reality to a dream that was merely a dream.
“Then we are at an agreement no? Fufufu ~”
Or was it? Was this merely a memory, or another ephemeral vision? Doubt begins to cloud one’s mind as the pendulums of the clocks continue to sway back and forth, as time passes on and the image remains unfading… As more garbled nonsense is uttered and a reply given to such…
“Should you abide to the following conditions, I see no harm in allowing you to join the game... for the designated period of time of course. After the designated period though…fufufu~”
A sinister smile, and a cacophony of impish laughter from shadows untold, one feels a sense of reluctance…of unease, yet…steadfast determination. One out of both desperation and duty…as an unspeakable sorrow is felt, when ethereal blue butterflies gather to form a golden parchment written in elegant blue script. The words…obscured for some reason, but visible enough to tell that they were a set of regulations.
“Sign please, if you would. Blood will do just fine.~”
A clenching of teeth, a jolt of a sensation that had long been forgotten…a drop of red…followed by a malicious cackle…
“Kihihihihi!~ Marvelous! I look eager to meeting you on the seven day, my pretty little avian!~”
The world begins to spin…and all fades to black…
At least…until, one’s mouth begins to move, or rather…what felt to be one’s mouth moves, as it babbled out a garbled harmonic of nonsense. A language that was incomprehensible, perhaps even the farthest reaches of heritage…or the work of more dream magic to grant reality to a dream that was merely a dream.
“Then we are at an agreement no? Fufufu ~”
Or was it? Was this merely a memory, or another ephemeral vision? Doubt begins to cloud one’s mind as the pendulums of the clocks continue to sway back and forth, as time passes on and the image remains unfading… As more garbled nonsense is uttered and a reply given to such…
“Should you abide to the following conditions, I see no harm in allowing you to join the game... for the designated period of time of course. After the designated period though…fufufu~”
A sinister smile, and a cacophony of impish laughter from shadows untold, one feels a sense of reluctance…of unease, yet…steadfast determination. One out of both desperation and duty…as an unspeakable sorrow is felt, when ethereal blue butterflies gather to form a golden parchment written in elegant blue script. The words…obscured for some reason, but visible enough to tell that they were a set of regulations.
“Sign please, if you would. Blood will do just fine.~”
A clenching of teeth, a jolt of a sensation that had long been forgotten…a drop of red…followed by a malicious cackle…
“Kihihihihi!~ Marvelous! I look eager to meeting you on the seven day, my pretty little avian!~”
The world begins to spin…and all fades to black…
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Drip…drop…
The sound of dripping water is the first to grace one’s awakening yet again… a simple noise that has become repetitive and irritable at best in an endless stream of dreams. Has reality come to awaken the unfortunate from nightmares at last?... Or is this naught but another petty illusion in that unbreakable sequence?
A rattling of chains, the rush of cool air against one’s bare skin, the sensation of slippery flesh slapping against one’s naked body…and of course, blood rushing to one’s head.
All of which seem to imply that reality, at least of some sorts, had come at last. Yet…was such truly a boon? As one’s senses become more vivid, and one’s awareness becomes clear…it is then that one finds herself in a nearly pitch black room, suspended upside down from the ceiling by what appears to be a thin…yet powerful blue thread. On the other side of the chamber, is the only source of light, a small circle of candles…with an envelope of sorts within it. To one’s sides…suspended alongside are what appear to be dangling slabs of meat of an unknown variety…and perhaps another person slightly off in the distance…if one’s perception was correct.
If one chooses to fiddle with the string they are suspended from?...One would find that it could come undone easily enough, as such is a simple tie, and the ground is only a short way down. Though one thing was certain…only a twisted sense of humor could come up with a cruel joke such as this.