free me from staffing hell
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Post by redox on Jan 28, 2015 10:25:06 GMT
[attr="class","basich"]HISTORY SOUP [attr="class","basicp"] AUVREA IATORO is the randomized ingredient for this week's soup! Your prompt is "Study" |
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Monster
lycan
27 years old
bodyguard
played by nitah
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Post by STAR on Jan 30, 2015 4:15:33 GMT
you remember sunlight streaming in from a window, the warmth of it on your skin. the smell of books and paper with a hint of dust light enough for you to not notice, but heavy enough to make you sneeze. you remember the silence that filled the rooms and the odd "shh" from the warrior of a librarian who kept peace in this little part of the world she ruled over.
you remember reading the words on the page, you remember how they danced just like you imagined you would. |
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Monster
wendigo
65 years old
den mother
played by cosmic
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Post by WAPI on Jan 30, 2015 4:27:23 GMT
there were countless monsters in this world, some of which had gained the acclaim of having storytellers recount their tales to groups of humans, usually as a warning.
don't stay out too late at night, don't steal, don't give in to primal urges: you will become something dark and sinister. the stories were different but all had a similar moral message.
but history has ways of repeating itself. storytellers studied the variations in the story of a young girl transformed into a feu-follet by not heeding the same messages they told. there were hundreds of variations in her story, none alike, all told by different bards across the lands.
and it was strange, they thought, that it came this far with just one simple story of a dancer girl. when two storytellers would meet, they would share their commonly-told versions of the tale.
some say the monster that seduced the girl devoured her body and left nothing but a soul, which transformed into a spiritual flame. others say the monster danced with the girl so long she wasted away until nothing but her fiery determination took physical form. even others say the monster lured the girl into loving him, then left her, and she was so broken apart she wasted away until nothing was left, and only her love of dance revived her flame - quite literally. the variations seemed to be as numerous as the stars in the sky.
and maybe all of them were true, or none of them. the storytellers didn't know, by now, that the girl was real, living in the far north but venturing down to dance, dance and dance for the people, her body a spinning whirlwind of flame.
and not even she could know. she had lived many lifetimes, none of them the same as the last. and her slate was wiped clean each time, ready to give more endings to her story that the storytellers could study, compare and contraste for ages to come. |
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Champion
HUMAN
25 years old
IMPERIAL AGENT
played by redox
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Post by STEFAN FINLEY on Jan 30, 2015 4:37:15 GMT
the cage is barely large enough for sitting down. you're not you here. you dance because you want to live, even as the witches in their too-long robes watch you with empirical objectivity. they break down your movements into glyphs and charts, numbers and sigils. not heart. not soul. (yes magic).
you have a little score that you keep in your head as you dance, but they cruelly splice your measures down. what you create is used by others to interpret as they wish. an ugly pipe organ is used to synthesize new forms of magic. they take your beautiful measures and jam alien rests in between the notes. the rhythum that you had composed to the chittering of the crickets is slowed down and sped up at their will.
you're angry. you misstep. you self sabatoge. you aren't theirs, you tell yourself that you will never be, but it doesn't change the fact that you are reacting to your own cage.
(look. don't look. look. don't look.)
you looked. |
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Monster
thunderbird
25 years old
nomad
played by mari
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Grateful our cold memories bide
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Post by AVA HAYES on Jan 31, 2015 0:20:59 GMT
it's familiar and unfamiliar all at once, this memory that is not from this lifetime, but from another. the curiosity that wells is the same; it bursts forth from your chest, blossoming into something that cannot and will not be wilted—
(burned)
the monster didn't seem like a monster. gaze from afar, keep your distance while your hands tremble and your cheeks turn pink. the way he moves becomes familiar though you've only spoken to him a handful of times. the act of memorization is all the same.
in this way, he became precious even when he lead you to your demise. |
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Champion
HUMAN
27 years old
IMPERIAL GENERAL
played by JIN
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this is a banquet inside a steel jail cell. look down on us from your guillotine.
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Post by HECTOR GRIMOIRE on Jan 31, 2015 3:37:38 GMT
Feet aren't the only things that are capable of moving. Her eyes flicker to and fro, examining the supple branches that bend in the wind. They sway to and fro, just like your arms, the rustling leaves becoming a 6/8 rhythm for you to follow along.
As a leaf plucks itself off a branch and spirals downward, you spin in time with it. When it finally comes to rest upon the floor, so do your feet.
You pluck it off the ground and hold it up to the sun, the veins dark against the brittle brown of the dying leaf. You clench your hand into a fist, grinding the item into tiny pieces. When you open your hand, you watch them flutter down and settle all around you.
Time means nothing to you.
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