Raiha

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Luvilune ap Danena shook back a mane of thick auburn hair and smiled. She had seen the man marked for both blood and death...the man Isen Herself had charged her to find. He was taller than she, handsome, a warrior bred, and he smelled of sweat and horses. The Goddess's preistess had whispered in her ears, as she often did when she had something grave to say.[/i] "You'll see him tomorrow night. ....bring him to Her altar. There, more fires will burn." [i]The destruction over the river made her smile, but she swiftly withdrew herself back into the forest where her dark clothes would hide her. A slightly wet nose nuzzled her cheek, and she turned to regard her riding horse. He was an odd choice for a huntress and a follower of the Moon Goddess Isen. For not only was he a huge draft horse, with featherings up and down his legs, but a stallion as well. Ungelded and untamed, and utterly unfit for any being, human or elf, to ride to war, except her. Svenn whickered at her and she rolled her eyes back. With practiced ease, she swung herself into the saddle, and nudged him with her right knee. It was the sacred charge of Isen, that all her followers ride beasts that were unmarked. Thus, the true mark of a pious preistress or even just a guardian maiden was the stallion[/i] "We'll see more of him. Won't we Svenn? Now we go back to tell Her we've seen him." [i]Obedient, he trotted through the forest, weaving between trees and rocks alike, before breaking into an open gallop as soon as they hit the meadow. As the two, beast and elf, raced across the open plain, Luvilune raised one hand, scribing the symbols of the Pale Road. Her words were sounded off in her head, but to Svenn, his mistress was speaking in a breathy voice, "By the name of the Light, allow me to ride the Road." Automatically the gate to the Road opened and the portal swallowed the two of them up. To the observer, nothing out of the ordinary had happened, besides a gigantic stallion and a slender woman disappearing in thin air. There had been no shimmering lights, no noises. Just the hoofbeats, and then...nothing.[/i][/COLOR][/font]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid][center]A Duo RPG concerning myself and an aforementioned other.[/center] [i]In far distant years, in a kingdom to the north and east, humans and elves lived and died under the reign of one High King and the arbitration of both gods and noble born men. The women that did not stay home and raise the children of their husbands, grew to be priestesses or Battle maidens, all following the Cult of the Moon Goddess. The men that did not fight in warbands or study to be preists and craftsmen, grew to be mecenaries that would sell their sword as well as their lives in some cases. A human mercenary travelling the long road he called life, came by pure chance, upon a woman with a sword and an unknown blazon on her shield and gear. There was no tattoo of the Moon Goddess on her cheek, so she wasn't a preistess. There was no roundness to her pupils or ears, so she was definitely an elf. The woman rode a stallion, but instead of being a wild untamed beast, it obeyed her every whim. She smiled at him once as they passed on the king's road, but as he turned to look at her again, she had already vanished. The next night, she appeared at the inn he was staying at, and smiled at him yet again.[/i] Name: Luvilune ap Danena Species: Elf Class: Huntress; enchantress Appearance: See attatchment. Heavily tanned, brown hair, golden eyes, roughly 5' 8" and 130 lbs. Biography: A cipher to the mercenary, but showing up whenever he looked for her, and riding into the same battles as him, Luvilune will eventually see him alone, and tell him her business then. In the meantime, she appears and vanishes at her whim, marking her out as an enchantress sworn to some goddess or another. Anything more than that remains unknown.[/COLOR][/font]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Lace Geneffe, Femme Fatale smiled to herself, still smelling that scent of sulfer and brimstone that accompanied the comings and goings of various demons. She narrowed her eyes slightly and noticed several of the men in the club watching her. Her eyes flickered ever so slightly, and like a fisherman pulling in the big one, a well dressed businessman made his way towards her. She flicked deep amber eyes up into his rather nondescript pale blue ones and he opened his mouth to speak. Before he did though, he failed to notice the feeling of lust circling his head like a noose and pulling him into her personal aura. Her eyes smiled at him as did her perfectly shaped lips, and she drew a well manicured hand across her face, holding her drink in the other. Besides the fact that she was exceedingly well dressed in a rather slinky red gown, she was also wearing an armband of silver shaped into a snake. The man noticed, and mentally called her Eve.[/i] "May I join you?" [i]She looked up at him, giving him a good view of her long eyelashes, and smiled once more, showing perfectly shaped teeth.[/i] "Why not?" [i]Nobody carded her, and nobody minded the fact that she was 18 and in a high end bar in a very nice part of town. For all intents and purposes, to everyone around her, Miss Geneffe was a 26 year old business woman herself, merely out to enjoy herself. Which she was of course. But had any man or woman present had the sixth sense, or the second sight, they would've noticed darkness seeping off her as palpable as the scent of roses in her perfume.[/i][/COLOR][/font]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Pherrea Worthington looked to her left and right following the announcement. She cast a delicately slitted eye across Sabertooth's muscular form, then glanced over her other shoulder at Gambit. He winked and smiled at her. Automatically, she shook her thick brown hair over her eyes, crouched, then sprang into the sky, leaving behind a faint scattering of metallic white feathers. Like a bird, she climbed higher over the Lands, clearing a patch of clouds and bursting into the open air far above. Her wings dipped automatically and she spiraled downwards in what could've been a flat spin, if she hadn't been in complete and total control of her freefall. Just before she faceplanted into a grove of aspens, she clapped her wings together twice and rocketed back upwards, her light form effortlessly curling for maximum wind resistance. In a very short while, she had landed on a rocky cliff, overlooking the territories below. She inhaled very slowly, her sense of smell picking up next to nothing out of the ordinary. Merely dust and clean air, and the scent of...mutants.[/i] "Lovely...so different from New York and the other cities." [i]She spoke into nothing, knowing that nobody here could hear her, and even if they did, nothing would be out of the ordinary. The winged girl dropped into an easy crouch, looking for all the world like a strange humanoid bird of prey, her wings flexing across her shoulderblades slowly, barely moving in the wind, thanks to their bizarre makeup. Her eyes looked directly into the sun, unflinching, another product of her genetic makeup. The eyes of a hawk, hawkeyes, amber and gold clashing so strongly against her dark skin and even darker hair. She looked back down at what would've been a dizzying view for most, and smiled to herself.[/i] "So quiet. I like it up here." [i]Seraphim rocked back on her haunches and let her forearms rest gently against her bent knees.[/i][/COLOR][/font]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid]Name: Lace Geneffe Age: 18 Gender: Female Alignment: Lucifer Appearance: See attachment. Long dark hair, amber eyes, smooth skin, slender figure, and perfect curves. Personality: Cool, relaxed, and definitely up there when it comes to seductive, Lace is one of those girls that fits the bill for one of the Seven deadly sins. She's a creature who can incite the worst cases of lust among men and women alike with a personality to match. She'll flicker her eyelids at you and laugh as she does it, just to watch you fall, not necessarily for the pleasure she'll be gleaning off of your soul. Of course there are rules she follows, not seducing the illegal or terribly weak minded. It's something that has always appealed to her, going for the difficult to manipulate, and laughing when they are nothing more than pawns in her hands. Reaction to Visit: Pleasure among many other things, with a surge of excitement for what could happen. Of course Lace wouldn't flaunt her powers, as they're simply a natural extension of who she is. So far she's pleased, as her seductive abilities are merely enhanced and not overhwhelming. Lucifer was a handsome stud when she met him, and he did give her the nicest gift. So, it's within reason that she'd not shirk from using them to the fullest of her abilities.[/COLOR][/font]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]A tingling in her spine shook her out of the reverie. Kaiyasolia and her Mazzew with its Mooxtix felt a sudden jokt. All three turned to face the cliff that marked the end of Mystery Island. With a roar, the mutated Kougra began leaping forwards towards it. As she stopped at the side, the feeling of being watched persisted, so she took the only route availible. The Mazzew quickly dug in her claws and the Mootix hung on tight. Kaiyasolia quietly trotted down the cliffside, her claws sinking into the cold stone and giving her good purchase. It was late, and the moon rose full faced over the water below. Maraquan Peophins played quietly in the water below, their tails flicking the water, spreading out ripples. Almost instantly, the water changed, and Faerieland's beautiful billowing clouds appeared before her. Kaiyasolia looked down, her neck stretched out as she stood almost vertically on the cliff. Her ears prickled slightly and she felt a tingling in her spine. Like being drawn on a hook, she felt herself being pulled forwards to the clouds. She sank her claws in deep, then she shoved forwards, bunching her muscles and propelling herself straight for the clouds themselves. As she leapt, she withdrew her claws back into the pads of her feet, releasing herself from the cliff in the same instant. Her tail fanned out and she spread her claws once more as she passed through the portal, and into the dark of darkest places in Faerieland. Once she landed, her claws clicked on what felt like stone, and she rotated her gigantic ears slowly, listening for sounds besides the rumble of her own purring. Instantly, the smell of magic and faeriedust flickered into her nostrils and she took off at a dead run, following the unmistakeable smell of magic, feeling strength pour off her limbs. [/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][font=times]Name: Pherrea Worthington Codename: Seraphim Gender: Female Age: 26 Appearance: See attachment. Nix the halo. Usually wears metallic colored clothing, although sometimes makes exceptions and wears armor. Skin is lightish, but hair is definitely a reddish brunette color. Golden brown eyes, slender build, and roughly 5'7" Alliance: Brotherhood of Mutants; although slightly ambivalent towards them and everything else. Biography: Beautiful beyond reason, yet mealoncholy and distant, Pherrea has some reason for her attitude. Married into the Worthington family by an arrangement, Pherrea lived with her husband, Warren's brother, for some time. After he died in a car accident, she became completely withdrawn from reality, living alone in the house she shared with her husband, brooding for days on end, and always hiding her wings beneath clothing, never using them where anyone could see. Eventually she snapped herself out of the gloom and learned how to fight from a close friend who didn't judge her based on appearance. Eventually she realized that her wings and the rest of her body, had made her more bird-like than human, and that her capacity to fly was greater than she had ever imagined. This newfound freedom was amazingly liberating for Pherrea, but it didn't save her from much else. This included extortion, lies, and whispers poured into her ear from an emissary. The man was from the Brotherhood of Mutants, and before you judge her, just remember that Pherrea was very young when she lost her husband, and only 21 when she was approached by this man. 5 years into the future, into the present, Pherrea is a fearsome warrior, able to lift heavy weights, fly for 12 hours without rest, and soar with the best of them. She has no particular grudge against humans, but she likes to fight, and inflicting pain on people is a way of dealing with her own loss. I'm not saying this is healthy for her, but it's something she does. With the right sort of teammates, she can evolve into either an extrodinary fighter with a sound mind, or a derranged lunatic, striking out indiscriminately, but with intense strength. Powers: 20 foot wingspan, with feathers made of a metallic substance, similar to what covers Colossus. The ability to fly great distances without tiring, strength above that of most humans, and the ability to soar as far up as the highest flying birds.[/COLOR][/font]

[font=times][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Requirements to sign up here include: 1: A knowledge of Katherine Kerr's Deverry/Westlands novels and the DragonMage series. 2: A penchant for villainy and dark dweomer. 3: The ability to write coherently, and for longer than five paragraphs.[/i] Of course there will only be one signup besides mine and a pre-determined male's. But everyone who fits the bill can apply. It'll simply be up to me and the aforementioned male. So let me restate in clear and no uncertain terms. I will be accepting ONE person to play villain. But if you want to be his apprentice, and you must be a male character as well...then you can certainly try. [center]~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center] You might wonder why this signup is slightly off. Well to make a long story short, the Onmyoji like astronomers and the like of the dark dweomer keep meticulous records on those who might affect the balance of light and dark. Da'nalla is one of those unfortunate souls. If you're a villain though, you'll keep meticulous records on yourself as well. Name: Da'nalla ap Inalaeana Age: 75 Species: 1/4 Elf, 3/4 Human Appearance: see attachment. Only slightly curled elfin ears, somewhat normal pupils but unnatural coloration (They're a bright yellow gold). Light skin, often hooded, roughly 5'6", dark brown hair, slender fingers, wide hips. Historical notes: Da'nalla lost her parents to the Hawks of the Brotherhood when she was 12, then traveled to the Westlands soon after. While growing up, she studied the dweomer of light from the enchantress Dallandra. Naturally, she made rapid progress, having the elfish proliclivity for the light as well as the ability to shape change into an unclassified bird of prey. Trained with the blade as well as the longbow by an Eldidd sailor. Whereabouts currently unknown. Parents names: Father: Glynn of Eldidd. Mother: Inalaeana of the southern islands. Birth date: 1200 Deverry time; High King Maryn ruling in Dun Deverry.[/COLOR][/font]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]Any helpful thoughts, or glowing praise on the subject of my Arbiter post...the recent one...would be greatly appreciated and well recieved.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Kaiyasolia swished her banded tail several times, stirring up dust as she did. There was a monsterous WereLupe staring her down, and she wanted to ensure he did no more than that. The dust became thick and choking and then, she attacked. In a flurry of bared mutated claws, the lady Kougra attacked, paws splayed wide open, the Lupe looking up just in time to get a face full. He fell on his back while she pumelled, bit, slashed, and subsequently beat the stuffing out of him. In seconds, he fell back, limping, whimpering, and nearly reverting to a normal Lupe again. She roared in victory and marked the ground where he had fallen with her claws, scratching a wide swath.[/i] "Mine!" [i]She reared on her hind legs and arched her back.[/i] "All mine!" [i]Thus satisfied, she trotted off into the forest, smelling the fruit and dancing Hasee's as she went. Her petpet, a charming little Mazzew named Maureen, followed closely behind, Maureen's mootix riding on her back. She smiled happily, showing all of her fangs as she did. Raiha would've been proud if she'd been there.[/i][/COLOR]

[font=Times][COLOR=DarkOrchid]Name: Kaiyasolia Gender: Female Species: Kougra Colour: Kougra Home: Mystery Island Personality: Combative, brash, and quite deadly to enemies. Kaiyasolia likes to make war, to fight against horrible odds, and come out the victor. Of course she's also quite honorable, despite the reputation that Mutants have. History: Aided by her human friend, Raiha, to become a Mutant, and gain the power therein, otherwise lives out her days training on Mystery Island, and fighting as she wishes to amuse herself. Petpet: Mazzew Petpetpet: Mootix Abilities: Berserker; Increases attack power by several orders of magnitude. Kougra Slash; a violent move that usually severs limbs from enemies.[/COLOR][/font]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]I would recommend a fencing saber, mostly because I have one and they're awesome, but they are expensive. So if you have any talent with brush or pen, a handmade card, watercolored and all is also nice.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]My username ages ago was Raiha, and before that it was Setsuna, but I figured when I became legal, it was time for a change. So Raiha became Neuvoxraiha. Neuvox: old French for "New" and Raiha meaning "Thunder Child." Go figure.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]Favorite female assassin? Sawa from Kite, hands down. Not only is she twisted and about 15 I believe...she also has great hair, beautiful earrings, and acts about the same as me. Except for the blowing up people. Favorite male assassin? I don't think I can limit myself to one, so I'll say Knives. Only he's not really an assassin, he's just insane.[/COLOR]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkOrchid] Name: Mercali Hellein Age: 24 Gender: Female Appearance: Cool eyed brunette, with perfect lips, teeth, eyes, and skin. Lithe in body, with small soft hands, a mane of thick brown hair, and of course that small tendency to revert into a monsterous machine of death. When she reverts into her alternate genetic form, she becomes the she-wolf, that stands on two legs, but kills as brutally as any wolf that stands on four. Allegiance: God's Chosen Race: Qiraji Weapon: Hand to hand combat, with medical tape wrapped over the hands and wrists when she's human for added support, and simple claws when she's become the female werewolf. Powers: She controls the power of her own body, able to become a hideous beast, with the beast-like senses, heightened sense of smell, night vision, and superior stamina. Personality: On a good day, Mercali is happy enough, calm and pleasant, usually seen wrapping her wrists after a fight, or braiding her hair several times in one hour. Unfortunately this is easy enough to change, and with Mercali's unstable emotional state, she can easily become a monster, lashing out indiscriminately at anything that irritates her. She's often stuck out at her friends, only to feel remorse later. When she's angry, the hair on her neck prickles, and she feels an impossibly dark need to either feed, or strangle something. Typically she can reign in her fury, but it takes good reasons, or at least strength of will. When she's not around humans, or remembering some particularly racist comment directed at her from one point or another, she can calm herself. When she does remember, she usually trashes the room she's locked herself in, and screams at the top of her lungs. Biography / Snippit: [i]The click of claws sounded on the cold linolium, and Mercali kept on the balls of her feet, the soft pads making no sound. She could smell human blood, and while it excited her, that wasn't what she was here for. But she kept her monster shape, and she kept her claws spread open on her elongated forearms, and she kept her ears pricked, waiting for the sound of a human sneaking up behind her. Of course that wouldn't happen, but Mercali was sick enough to hope it did. When she found the right door, she slid a nail into the lock, twisted, and opened the door. As it opened, she reverted back to the human form she'd been born with. In a flow of auburn hair, that swayed down nearly to her calves, she stepped inside hte room. There, in the corner, huddled a small girl child, bleeding from her palms and feet, her face lacerated to the point of failed recognition. When Mercali spoke, her voice was an alto growl, but modulated down a few levels for the child's sake.[/i] "Little girl, we're leaving this place." "Big sister, I'm scared. The Qiraji will come. The humans say so." "You're becoming Qiraji yourself. The humans that did this to you..... ...will do worse when you change completely. Now stand up." [i]The little girl, galvanized by terror, jerked herself to her feet and took Mercali's hand. In that instant, Mercali changed back to her monster form and nearly crushed the child to her chest as she barreled out the door, raced down the hall, and took a flying leap at the exit. The alarm went off and the human scientists that had run the lab, and tortured the children they found with D.N.A. gone berserk, searched for the girl, but it was too late. Mercali Hellein had rescued her geneitc sister, and had gone to earth.[/i][/COLOR][/FONT]

Name: Sercali Hellein AKA: Saturnine Age: 28 Gender: Female Appearance: Dyed red hair, asian skin, complete with utter paleness and a resistance to tan. Generally Korean face with long limbs and heavily tilted eyes. Typically, she wears brightly coloured lingerie, covered by a ragged black top, artfully torn or tied with thongs. Jeans are her pants of choice, usually woven with lycra or spandex for extra flexibility; her favorite brand being Wet Seal. Her wrists and fingers are usually wrapped in preperation for a job, then covered over with fingerless gloves. Personality: Harsh and abrasive, brash, and demanding of others, Sercali isn't given to kindness, friendship, or anything remotely close to gentle compassion. Equally, her honor is a cold and abstract thing, difficult for others to understand, but never wavering. She refuses to take a job unless it involves a fair fight. However the definition of fair in Sercali's mind is about as abstract as her definition of honor, so people would generally do well to not cross her. Biography: Sercali's life has been a series of simple events, going from one job to the other, and eventually working for the Trin Five in a loose and freelance style, taking jobs when she pleased and turning them down just as often as she took them. That she could have some other role in life, besides slaying her enemies with bare hands or cold steel had never occured to her. The Trin Five, a racketeering gangster like company, replete with scoundrels, murderers, and thugs under the guise of world leaders, had plenty of use for an assasin like Hellein, finding her "take no prisoners" and "kill as kill can," style to be extremely useful for both intimidation and cleaning up. The job of dealing with insubordinates often fell to her, as punishing them was a joy to her, feeding her sick needs, which ranged from sadomasochism, to the desire for power, however fleeting it was. Of course she knew this job wouldn't last forever...but she would last longer than the Trin Five. In the risky and generally unstable world of racketeering and illegal arms trafficking, she knew she had plenty of her own to keep her going. The jobs she did paid well, in favors, in material posessions, and in hard cash. She preferred pounds sterling herself, but would accept most other forms of currency, with the gross exception of the Euro for personal reasons. This quirk endeared her to the leaders of the Trin Five, but most likely wouldn't keep her alive in other organizations. But that didn't matter to the Five. What mattered most is that when it came to messy, bloody deaths, no freelance assassin could take contest with Hellein. This reputation, while deserved, didn't make Sercali happy. "Why would it? I rip people's chest's open. Where's the pleasure in that?" Well there was lots of pleasure, but Sercali never would admit that out loud, and she certainly wouldn't admit it to her bosses, even if they sensed it. Either way that was Sercali Hellein. Psychotic murderer when paid to do it, fistfighter, assasin for hire, and everything else inbetween. Weapons: Fighting gloves, reinforced with metal studs, occasionally switched for brass knuckles or throwing knives. However her specialty remains in hand to hand combat. Alliance: Black Vipers

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkOrchid] Name: Mercali Hellein Ethnicity: German/Chinese Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: Slender, incredibly lithe, generally pale, and blessed with a mane of platinum blonde hair. Regressive traits show up in her more often than not, with the blonde, the greenish blue eyes, and the decidedly European skin that tans into a light pink. The only remotely Asian traits are the shortness, the slightly flat nose, high cheekbones, and flattish chest. However she does have long legs, which contrast with the shorter torso and small hands. Personality: Quiet, generally calm, until she decides to sing. She is decidely unsure of herself, given to falling over herself, or keeping to herself when she should speak up. She's also has tendencies to be emotionally unstable, given to crying at odd moments when nobody else wants to, but then again, what pubescent girl doesn't cry? Fortes: Persuasion, the manipulation of people's emotions by her own charm and charisma. This is accomplished not only by her pleasant face and looks, but also her ability to completely master her own emtions when she can see it's vitally important to her survival or the survival of her peers. Aditionally, she has the voice of an angel when it comes to singing, despite the fact that it's slightly low for her build, keeping her in second soprano, alto ranges. This gift is uncanny to be sure, but also adds to her general charisma and strength of will. Biography/Writing Sample: [i]Mercali's voice rose slightly in pitch, soared like an eagle, then dipped back down to the chorus, and the end of her song. Her elder brother clapped his hands for her, smiling appreciatively. She grinned at him, then blushed slightly and dropped her head when she noticed her father watching. His gaze pierced her chest, and seemed to pin her to the wall she was standing in front of. Then he turned and left, leaving her with a feeling of coldness...seeping over her body like a dripping showerhead. Her brother clapped her on the shoulder and drew her to his chest for a hug.[/i] "Don't mind him." [i]His little sister, by five years at least, didn't say a word, but clung to her big brother. Unlike her, he was dark haired, dark eyed, and swarthy. But even so, he was cheerful and pleasant, and had taught her to sing. She didn't know what else he had done for her, but if she had, Mercali would've become hopelessly attatched to her brother more than she was now. She was right to fear her father, and even more right to feel pain and agony inside her when he looked at her. Too young to realize it, but he was staring at her the way he had once stared at her mother when she was Mercalil's age. And now with her dead, Mercali and her brother lived alone with a sick pedophile. Only she didn't know it yet. But her brother had defended her, kept her from the father when he could, and sent her to friend's houses for safety when he had to leave for work. Mercali sensed something was wrong under the surface, but she didn't say a thing yet. And neither did he.[/i][/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Saturn could feel her mind slipping downhill very slowly. Ever since she'd killed Saturnine in the museum, ever since she'd killed the children in Korea....everything was slipping back into the chaos she'd felt since her childhood. Only now she had been taught exactly how to kill and how to kill herself more effectively. Slitting her own wrists would be too easy, but since she'd come home from the mission, she'd felt things inside her. Special feelings, crawling up her mind, feeling her thoughts and emotions, that she couldn't hold back any longer. And the sorrow to her was maddening. Insane, cold, empty, like the emptiness she'd been feeling since Dust had been dismissed from the Leginnaires. There was nobody for her to share herself with, nobody but herself. But even she'd been killed. Saturn lit herself another cigarette and sat back. Like usual, she was resting on the roof of the building she'd been living in for some time. One foot propped up on the grate, the other resting on the cold concrete. Her eyes focused directly on the setting sun and the clouds obscuring her view. As usual, the clouds had changed from a soft gold and purple to a icy gray. She sighed and tilted her head back, leaning against the metal of the walls. The smoke drifted lazily up to the sky, disappearing like her sanity was. With a cold stare into the fast fading light, she extinguished the cigarette onto her left forefinger, noticing the past burns over the bone.[/i] "That's my life... ....you know... ...Like my life was golden and bright for five minutes, and then it was .....it is...this way now." [i]Saturn shook her head from side to side very slowly, and then looked at the cigarette butt stuck into her left finger. With a twist, she pulled it off, feeling the pain, but only just.[/i] "And everything slips back into where it came from. I came from dark. From cold. From insanity. Didn't I?" [i]She stood and turned to face the cold metallic walls. Her fist burried itself into the metal, her knuckles splitting open, blood pouring down her fingers to streak the wall below. Her voice raised itself above the monotone she'd been speaking in for weeks and raised to a shriek of manic rage.[/i] "Didn't I?!" [i]The door to the downstairs opened and Augur walked out onto the rooftop. He spoke to her softly, smelling a mixture of cigarette smoke, residual on her clothes, and blood, but from where, he couldn't tell.[/i] "Did I miss the sunset? I don't feel the warmth anymore." "Yes. You've missed the sunset. Everyone's missed the sunset." [i]He turned his face in her direction, seeing her heartbeat, or sensing it as it were. But by then she had already pushed past him and re-entered the building, taking the stairs slowly, running her fingertips over the cold metal railings; leaving bloodstains as she went. She had noticed, that since the Korea incident, she'd been picking up more than just emotions from people. From her fellow Legionnaires...if she could even call them fellow, she was starting to notice their blistering resentment and dislike of her. Not only that, but she was also finding herself less and less capable of blocking out a choking sense of guilt. All she could sense was the bitterness that sometimes lingered in her mouth after she spoke to any one of them out of necessity. Whether the guilt was her own, or someone else's impressing itself upon her, she was too bereaved to find out. And now it was threatening her sanity...but the crux was more of a threat. Saturn didn't know whether she should embrace the madness for the first time in her life, let go of her tenuous grip on reality, or keep holding on.[/i] "If I was mad, I would be happier." [i]But those words sounded hollow to her. About as hollow as the space left in her heart. All her actions, and the sensed actions of everyone she'd sworn fealty to, was starting to mean very little. If anything, she wondered why she held loyal. Okita hated her, Dust was gone...and for all her supposed reverence...if that was the word...for Arbiter, she was starting to doubt his wisdom in anything more she was ordered to do.[/i][/COLOR][/FONT]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]So should I go take a nap while I'm doing all this waiting?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]How about I just strike out at you with the same "rape" you had[used]? Silly typo boy.[/COLOR]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i] Saturn, the true empath, hissed in a violent cacophony of both rage and agony. Without a backwards glance, she threw herself forwards at the monster that could?ve been her in another time, and with a different childhood. Anti Saturn caught her fist in one hand and slammed the other into her ribs, both hurling themselves into the walls of the museum, uncaring while shards of glass and stone rained down around them. Saturn?s eyes flickered with a crazy fury, both glowing like searchlights, while the other regarded her calmly and sweetly. Her voice lilted sweetly, kindly, and as gently as one could imagine.[/i] ?Now, now sweet sister that is no way to treat your family.? [i]Saturn snapped back, spitting blood up as she did,[/i] ?You?re no family of mine you god cursed piece of shît.? [i]With a empathic surge, translated into pure energy, Anti Saturn slammed her hands down in one smooth motion, and the movement became a force that drove Saturn to her knees. She looked up through blurry eyes, feeling her energy quaver under someone who had complete and total control of herself and the feelings of everyone around her. The evil pouring from her was palpable, and it made Saturn cringe and whimper? ?or one should say, it made her emotions cringe and whimper.[/i] ?Let?s face it baby girl, I?m stronger. I have control, everything you could never figure out, and I have.? [i]As she taunted, she circled her slowly, first once, and then again. Saturn watched her, moving only her eyes, unable to move her head or neck.[/i] ?I have you now, and I have everything I ever wanted that you couldn?t ever take for yourself. ?it?s a shame. You?ve got the raw talent, but you could never get yourself out of that pathetic self-pity party. And now I?m going to dispose of you and take your sorrow far away?? [i]Just before she completed the third, and final circle around Saturn, the empath in question gathered together the remnants of her will and jerked herself up onto both feet. Her mind quivered, then expanded, drawing on the collective energy of everyone within the city. Saturn drew both hands forward to her chest, then pushed forward and screamed as she did. The force of her mind shoved back into Anti Saturn, and pushed her against the far wall, the glass in the windows shattering. With a sickening crack, Saturn?s evil side struck stone and concrete, blood filling her mouth and stars obscuring her vision. If she could have seen, Anti Saturn would?ve seen Saturn slowly stalking forward, her hair flying behind her with all the energy she was gathering, and her fists clenched so hard the nails had sunk into her flesh. And as she walked, she spoke in a cold and bitter voice, one that could be heard over the sounds of everything else.[/i] ?You might have all that sweet and supernatural control to manipulate people and to control everything you think you want to control? ?Saturnine? But it won?t be saving you from me. Dear sweet sister.? [i]Saturnine?s eyes snapped wide open. Not only had she been named, she had also forgotten what it had been like to have no control, and to not limit the power she had. Saturn?s left hand snapped around her neck, fingers digging deep into the flesh, blood pouring from both her own wounds and Saturnine?s. Then the empath who had lost all her inhibitions drew her very close to her face, and screamed once more. This time, it was silent to all but Saturnine, and the only sound anyone could hear was the sound of Saturn?s hand plunging deep into Saturnine?s chest, and the flesh ripping apart as she tore out her heart and flung it to the floor. In spasmodic bursts of blood, Saturnine sank to the floor, her eyes flickering in sheer disbelief. Saturn?s laughter rang out like bells, and her eyes had dimmed to the ordinary hazel they had always been.[/i] ?You underestimated me, didn't you? I will mutilate your corpse, and I will laugh over the pieces of you that now belong to me.? [i]Without a qualm, Saturn drew her knife and knelt over her darker half, who was dying in failure and agony. Her laughter continued, but it was subdued into a mild chuckle, as if thinking over the irony of everything. Ironic that she had never killed someone with her own hands, and even more ironic that she was desecrating the corpse of someone who should've been more evil than her. With two cuts to the chest, she opened everything up and began pulling out various parts of Saturnine's body. With a crack, she broke open the ribcage and began to pull parts out, keeping Saturnine alive as long as she could last. ????.. ???.. ??????. Tech cautiously opened the door to the museum and found two Saturn?s, one dead and the other leaning against the wall, a lit cigarette in her lips. She looked up and exhaled simultaneously, and smiled slightly.[/i] ?I take it you killed your uglier half?? [i]Saturn looked over and raised one eyebrow quizzically.[/i] ?You betcha. And you killed yours?? [i]Tech couldn?t help but notice the fact that a bloody mess that looked suspiciously like a heart was laid out next to the Anti Saturn?s corpse, along with other internal organs, now in alphabetical order. At least she thought they were. Saturn noticed her glance and grinned this time, a full on smile.[/i] ?Big time.?[/COLOR] [/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkOrchid][i]Saturn and Pygmalion surveyed the lists in a quiet study. The empath laid down her list and ran a finger across it, the other going over the computer screen set up for their use. Each name was linked to a photograph and a biography. She sighed as she did so, closing her eyes, or at least letting the eyelids flicker. Pygmalion watched her surreptitiously. She was impassive enough, and her face betrayed none of her thoughts, until eventually she paused and lifted her left and right hands off the screen and paper. Quickly, he returned to his papers and scribbled down the odd note or two he had thought of. He set down his pencil and turned to her. She didn't smile at him, merely raised a hand to her ear and flicked back a cigarette into her hand. Her voice was quiet and cold, but not completely chilling.[/i] "Mind if I smoke?" "Won't bother me none." "Good. I was going to do it anyway." [i]Like magic, her zippo appeared in hand and she lit the requisite cancer stick, inhaling slowly as she did. As she exhaled, she turned back to him and held up her list.[/i] "Our biggest concerns are underlined here, for your reading pleasure." [i]She flicked the list across the table to him, smiling ironically the whole while. He blinked a few times. Her list almost completely corresponded to his in the way of suspects, with only two exceptions. She heard most of his thoughts almost by second nature, although is face and emotions were about as easy to read. "Ah, North Korea, Japanese dissidents, Iran, France, and so on and so forth.... Wait, who?" He turned back to look at her, mildly unsettled. She shook her head at him as he opened his mouth and pointed to her screen. She had called up a picture of the Iranian president, with listings underneath. Samuel stared, almost uncomprehending, until she highlighted the politicians beneath him. His voice was almost impossible to hear, a muttering that came from the side of his mouth.[/i] "Son of a *****. Ahmadinejad wouldn't. Would he?" [i]Saturn smiled again, her grin ruining his disbelief.[/i] "You really think he's happy with the threat of U.N. embargos? The U.S. wants it. England is their ally you know." "Of course. But this drastic? Isn't his style more to blow up a few more busses?" "Well...he is nuts." "Coming from you, that means almost nothing." [i]She twisted her mouth at him and blew a line of smoke at his face. He sighed and underlined the poltical opperatives on the list, then turned back to her. She raised one eybrow at him, and the two stood, pushed in their chairs, and headed back to Augur and Era. The Prime Minister, a distinctly uncomfortable man, looked over at them. His first impression was that Saturn was a strip dancer, but that was quickly dismissed. While she had a fetish for black leather, cigarettes, and wild hairstyles, no strip dancer would ever have the same look in her eye. Pygmalion stood still, holding his files and looking very professional. Saturn leaned over and whispered in Augur's ear. He nodded and pulled up a chair to sit her directly across from the Prime Minister.[/i][/COLOR][/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkOrchid][center]There was a young girl with brown eyes, Her hair was cut very short against the fevers that would take her, Her fingers and hands were small but pretty, Her skin was cool to the touch and then hot, Her body was slender but her hips curved, And her mind was her greatest treasure curse. She saw many things in her life, And she had seen many people desert her when they said otherwise, And she had seen lies become truth, But even so she was quiet and alone in her life, Because nobody could know what troubles her because she would not say, Be that as it may I will tell you now what happened. There was a young girl with a curse, All that she felt was all that others feel, But she felt their thoughts as well as their emotions, Because of that she isolated herself, And she even detached herself from the real world, And made her own to withdraw into. There it was quiet and cold and still, No voices came out to taunt her or mock her, No thoughts came striking through to blind her, But she was still very lonely and did not know others, At one time she did but she set that aside, And he secretly resented her for that. That she could completely resist everything or at least try, But memories haunted her because they are not emotions, And they were nobodies but her own, And nobody could know the secret pains, The secret wishes that were never brought past her lips, The secret longings she tried so hard to forget. This girl remembered everything, All the ways she felt about one man, All the ways her thoughts would turn to him, Even after he had put her side and she tried to forget him, When she found herself dreaming of him, She knew that she would have to forget forever. Withdrawing was not enough for her, So one night she held her head still, Then drew her knife and tilted her head to one side, She placed the edge to her throat, And jerked her head to the other side, It was quick for her in some ways but eternity in others. In the dying light and the dying soul, Someone felt her fade away, Just as his love for her had faded as well, And this girl who had tried so hard to banish all memory, Had even defeated herself for its sake, And now she rests in her own blood and will never remember again. There is no more to wonder about, No more for the young girl who is now old, And even so she is happy where she is if you could even call it that, For she is even now still and quiet and calm, But she won't go back to the withdrawing world she made, And that exists still and waits for someone new to inhabit it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center] So my boyfriend has set me aside, and I wrote this to remind myself of what I won't be doing. It's a tragedy for me, but there's no turning it aside. He said he loved me once. But now...all I have left is the written word, because he won't let me speak to him and I don't want to hear his voice with mine.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]I'm glad the dirty work didn't have to be done by Saturn this time. It's too bad my love interest has been fired. Might as well cuddle up to Gavin's character.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]Given the way that some things are handled and the way some characters are portrayed, or were, on the thread I was in. I welcome a death among the membership. It might put an end to the stupidity.[/COLOR]