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Post by Lucina on Jan 27, 2017 21:44:13 GMT
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| Soundless footfalls fell across the well-polished floor as the pale ghost made her way through an unseeing crowd. Not all was wretched suffering and muffled cries of grief for Lucina. Though those scenes dragged her ever closer like the strings on a marionette, she did not always need to answer their calls. Today she sought out something different; a sight that held more splendor in the natural sense than what she was typically tasked with witnessing. The museum was a pinnacle of class if she ever saw one in this current age. Observant, a silvery gaze flit from piece to piece and head to head. The number of living mortals currently within the museum itself was impressive. The ghostly woman stayed away from the center of the rooms she wandered. Less chance for her to pass through someone. Lucina had learned long ago that her touch, while intangible, could still cause the living some form of disturbance.
Lucina found herself equally drawn to watch the living as she was the art. Even the Museum itself held some interest for her. Its well crafted interior and exterior spoke of the great care and skill that had gone into its creation. The marble floors and golden additions were what gave away its expense. That and the pieces the building held within. Which the living gathered around and obsessed over like an ever-churning swarm. Lucina’s cloak and coat swished as she walked from piece to piece unimpeded by the crowding humans looking over the collection. In this she was lucky, for nearly every room she went to held some small force of the living inside.
Eventually she was compelled to stop for longer than only a passing glimpse. This particular display held something very special to her. The blue was a rich, deep and dark color painted in such a way it nearly looked like it was constantly swirling. Threaded within those strokes were other lighter yet no less royal blues that made the painting nearly glow with the softest unseen light. Flecks of silver were sprinkled here and there, in groups or alone, to give a clue to the mysterious faint luminescence of the blues. It was a wonderful depiction of a clear night sky that Lucina could not help but marvel over. Yet from where she was standing it was off towards the corner. Hidden away in a little niche while other pieces far louder in color stood proudly on display. Practically forgotten. Somehow that fact managed to irk Lucina. Her brows furrowed and she let out a soft tsk of annoyance. Not that the living would know of her ire, or the connection she felt with the Night so artfully depicted before her. Rather than move on to the rest of the collection, Lucina stayed. What else in the museum would hold her attention in such captivity? Lucina stepped closer. The boundary meant for the museum’s tourists held little authority over its ghostly visitor. She traveled her gaze along the blue’s many swirls. Even if she could not feel it, her fingers traced through the seemingly endless loops and shifts. Lighting flitting over the little dots of silver. If only the Moon had also been included. The desire to feel once more was strong for a moment. Yet simultaneously the wish to preserve the picture before her was stronger.
Time slipped past her unnoticed as it had many times before. Lucina might’ve been standing there for minutes or hours without giving much thought to her surroundings. Only when she sensed another observer did her mind draw back from its intricate examination. Casting a gaze over her shoulder, she realized that another had stepped up towards the lovely depiction of Night.
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Post by Daniel Caim on Jan 30, 2017 2:42:50 GMT
“ The Righteous Side of Hell. Daniel wasn’t sure what had driven him to visit the museum today. He’d never been much of a fan where art was concerned, but some whim or another was leading him to indulge in a foray into halls filled with the finest examples of Ethean art on display. The mighty stone steps and looming pillars had held a certain level of majesty that even he couldn’t ignore. He counted them as he climbed—fifty-five in all—and wondered at why there were so many; perhaps it was to make someone appreciate the heights they must climb to gaze upon the splendor of Ethean culture. It certainly seemed like the sort of arrogance he’d come to expect from his homeland over the years.
The interior of the grand structure was equally as enthralling. Marble floors reflected the light cast by intricately crafted chandeliers hanging from heavy chains overhead. Gold and silver were in evidence, etched into the rails lining the curved stairways leading up to the upper levels. Imposing suits of ancient armor lined the foyer at intervals, clutching swords and shield and spears and axes of every make the empty guardians stood vigilant against the backdrop of scenes depicting great battles or turning points in history. There were statues galore to behold as well, many of them depicting the gods and goddesses that ruled over the realm and the mortals that dwelt therein. He caught sight of a depiction of his patron, Kalidas. It wasn’t Her true feminine form, but rather the manly, spear-wielding version that most of modern society imagined Her to be.
He smiled as he passed, offering up a quick prayer praising the goddesses name; old habits die hard after all.
The museum had more to offer in the way of grandiose frescos and artful depictions. A few of them caught his fleeting attention for a few moments before he moved on against the press of humanity surrounding him. It was amazing to him that so many people could be shoved into a single space at once simply to look at some old paintings and artifacts. Though he could admit that they were beautiful to look at, the point of it all escaped him. The old wolf wove his way through the crowd until he could breathe more easily. Perfumes and colognes were beginning to make his head spin. His heightened sense of smell—while a blessing that had saved his life on more than one occasion—came with the downside of sometimes registering too much information at once were strong odors were in abundance. A few minutes away would give him time to refocus his thoughts and filter out the smell.
Fortunately, there was a small tucked away corner with a muted painting of the night sky that no one seemed interested in when there were works with far brighter colors to draw the eye. He calmly made his way toward the painting and planted himself before it. Dark, almost black hues of blue dotted with flecks of silver greeted him. They lulled his senses back into focus as his thoughts began to wander before seizing upon a memory. He remembered the days of hunting out in the expansive wilds; many of those days were spent beneath the very sky the painting depicted. The memory held equal parts of happiness and sadness for him. Happiness because it reminded him of some of his best moments, sadness because it did the same for his worst.
He sent up another pray to ease the heaviness of his heart, though this one went not to Kalidas or Kupiec or Nevyne, but to Tatara, beseeching Him to grant those that he’d killed a better life in the next. They’d met their end at his hands, and it helped to think that they might live happier days. It might help erase the blood staining his hands.
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Post by Lucina on Jan 31, 2017 2:48:24 GMT
a kiss from a rose
| A gaze was leveled right upon where Lucina stood. Once, she might have mistaken the focus of his gaze. Now she knew better; his eyes passed right through her as though she weren’t there. As far as he was concerned, she wasn’t. Forsaking the picture of a scene she’d already seen in full realistic splendor, silver eyes examined what kind of man had wandered towards the quieter painting. It was an intimidating one- a portrait framed by locks of black. One covered in scars of old, with a face looking more accustomed to frowning. Though for the time being the blue eyes she could see looked distant and distracted. Lucina’s gaze lingered on his before taking in the rest. Overall he appeared well-kept. Not overly bulky, yet Lucina had long since learned that looks could be deceiving. The look, stature, and overall aura of the man standing before her gave enough cues to deduce what, if not who, this man was. It was a Hunter who had come to view the small sliver of Night. The nearly malevolent, dangerous air surrounding him might have been enough to give it away. Yet there was something peculiar about this one.
Remorse. Thick and dark, she could feel it cling to him in a way she hadn’t seen through her observations of the others. Others she had watched hunt and cut down the magi folk with glee for their Goddess. As he gazed at the depiction of Night, she could sense a happiness too but mingled with sadness. Such a swirl of emotions for a mortal kind she’d come to accept as bloodthirsty. Lucina found herself genuinely intrigued. She turned to face him fully, letting her hand slide away from where it rested over the stars. A few quick footsteps brought her to the dark man’s side, and she turned back to face the piece once more. Only this time she glanced sidelong towards the Hunter for a time before looking forward.
”What is it you see, Hunter?” The soft, measured and faintly echoing voice of the ghost held a fraction of intrigue to its tone. Not that anyone would hear it. Not even the Hunter she currently addressed. ”Where does the Night take you, that you seem so sad yet look so calm?” What was it that made regret roll off him in a nearly palpable mist? Her silver gaze returned to the dark artwork that sat before them both. She could try to see the Night from his viewpoint, but for her the picture only held comfort. It made her curiouser still. Looking back towards the Hunter, Lucina gauged his expression and waited for the mortal to take the next step in this scene she now observed.
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Post by Daniel Caim on Feb 2, 2017 18:54:27 GMT
“ The Righteous Side of Hell. Daniel allowed his thoughts to wander further and further down the paths they had chosen to take. He closed his eyes and saw the image of his younger self grinning and laughing happily along with the rest of his squad. He watched as the fresh-face youth that had been learned from those around him and rose through the ranks of his academy, and then continued to rise further. He saw himself shortly after his first magi kill, grinning ear to ear as he stood victorious over his prey. He saw the celebration held in his honor. Then, his daydreaming took a turn south.
The image of the young man shifted and distorted into an increasingly scarred visage. His once smiling face soured until it seemed nearly impossible to think it was ever capable of a smile. The ice chip blue eyes narrowed from their wide orbs into thin slits that took on a more menacing light. Burning wreckage painted the landscape and the shapes of shattered buildings and fleeing bodies in violent shades of red that banished the calm of night as he waged war against his enemies. The sound of gunfire was in evidence, and with each turn—each flawless execution of pure skill at arms—something died. It was with a grim countenance that he slaughtered the magi fleeing before him like sheep in the presence of a wolf on the prowl. And though his face wouldn’t show it, there was no denying the simple thrill of the hunt burning in his eyes.
The old wolf dispelled the dark enchantment cast over him by his remembrance; a scream that only he could hear punctuated his return to reality. Daniel looked down at his trembling hand, which he used to seek the comfort of the large revolver resting against his hip. His hand steadied against the handle and he loosed a breath he’d not known he’d been holding. That period of six months had been a waste of his skills with the only exception being the magi who’s bones he’d taken as a trophy. Alaric was perhaps one of the only hunts he could be truly proud of. It was the reason he’d had the bones forged into his favored weapon, a trophy to remind him of the deed.
“If only all my hunts had been like that,” Daniel mused forlornly. He nearly took his hand away from his weapon when something caused his hair to stand on end. That sixth sense he’d developed over the years of bloodshed alerted him to the fact he was being watched. He sniffed the air like a hound seeking the lost scent of prey, hand tightening upon Blackhammer’s grip. There was nothing new on the air to indicate any changes, but the feeling of eyes upon him persisted regardless.
“Must be losin’ it.” Though Daniel’s hand would fall to the side, his posture would be far from relaxed. There was a threat of violence to his stance that any warrior would recognize.
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Post by Lucina on Feb 5, 2017 20:24:35 GMT
a kiss from a rose
| Lucina couldn’t very well read the man’s thoughts, but his feelings were clear like a written word. Happiness. It was nice for the ghost to feed off of something not mired in the darker tastes of despair for once. It brought a faint smile to her lips that lasted as long for her as Daniel’s kinder memories did for him. The emotion quickly soured, becoming a dark bitter flavor that Lucina had grown accustom to.
A silver-eyed gaze witnessed a strong man tremble. She spotted the quiver in his hand; whatever memory he’d relived had clearly shaken him enough that he sought comfort from a gun. The very fact he calmed from it’s touch spoke volumes what sort of man she was observing. Although Lucina granted her own peek down at the sword sheathed at her side. She could relate to the calm the Hunter’s weapon gave him, although she could not recall why hers did so. There had to be more to it but all she could pull up from her misty mind were feelings and reactions. Nothing that would concretely help her in the slightest. Her lips set into a thin line before she pulled her eyes away from the weapon. Her true interest ought to lie with the living beside her who had spoken. His words were a forlorn muse that Lucina could pull strength from. Yet quite suddenly there was a spike to the aura around him.
Very abruptly the Hunter became alert, as though something had pricked him and startled him awake. By proxy and almost instinct Lucina could feel herself react to his guarded state. A hand that had been clasped behind her back now came to rest on the hilt of her sword. The Hunter smelled the air like a bloodhound tracking for quarry. Her eyes narrowed but a fraction as she watched him; had the Hunter somehow sensed her presence? He had shown no outward signs of seeing her before. Even now he dismissed his actions, but the dangerous and searching manner to his stance did not falter. She could read it quite clearly: something had startled the man and Lucina half suspected it might have possibly been her. What other reason was there?
Another figure appeared while the two were apparently at a standstill. So preoccupied was Lucina by the Hunter’s strange behavior that she didn’t even notice the other human walk up to the painting. So oblivious was this second mortal that they did not even recognize the oddly charged atmosphere currently surrounding the Hunter. No, instead they walked right by the Hunter to observe the piece of Night that Lucina had stared at so reverently. ”Oh wow, cool.” Inexplicably the words caused Lucina to bristle with annoyance. They had taken one glance at something she practically adored, and that was all they had to say? At least the Hunter had shown more appreciation, even though he’d said nothing at all. This new mortal lifted up one of those small devices humans appeared so captured by in the modern day. She had seen them work before, and it was a curious little thing capable of trapping images among doing other things. A bright light flashed out from it and bathed the painting in it for a split second. The bristle of irritation flared in the ghost as brightly as the flash had from the tourist’s phone.
Only thinking to punish the offense she felt enacted, Lucina reached out past the Hunter towards the other mortal’s hands. With a hard and focused flick, the phone abruptly spun out of the human’s relatively light grip from an unseen force. As it clattered to the ground they jolted. ”Hey! What gives?” The tourist protested, swiftly bending down to retrieve the device while throwing a glare upwards. Only they didn’t direct it at the true perpetrator who no regular mortal could even see. Instead they leveled an accusing glare towards the Hunter, who also drew a less aggressive silvery stare towards him.
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Post by Daniel Caim on Feb 15, 2017 8:42:41 GMT
“ The Righteous Side of Hell. Daniel hardly noticed the young woman that passed him. She was an innocent bystander, a tourist looking to snap some pictures, and—much more importantly—beneath his notice. He was on the hunt for someone that was watching him and had little interest in a rabbit running across his field of view. There were doubts that clawed at the back of his mind of course; nothing had been immediately apparent when he’d first felt they eyes on him, and nothing seemed to be apparent now. Yet there was still that small voice that told him there was something to be found. Some small change in the setting that was worthy of his immediate and full attention. It made him feel as though he were on the trail again, searching for magi and those that sheltered them. It was a feeling that sent a surge of pure adrenaline through him like a blast of caged lightening.
He couldn’t help but smile at the sensation.
An indignant voice and the clattering of something expensive made him pause midstride to turn on his heel. The smile disappeared from his scarred visage as he leveled a stare at the very same woman he’d dismissed out of hand moments ago. “The hell are you talkin’ about?” He noted the fact that she was hunched over to pick up a phone that had clattered to the ground. Did she think that he’d knocked her phone from her hands?
“Listen, lady, I ain’t the one that knock your phone to the ground,” he told her. “Trust me, ya’d know if I wanted to.” Hard eyes that brooked no argument bored into the woman. She was wasting his time with her petty nonsense and he didn’t feel like being bothered when there was a trail to follow. His dominant hand drifted slowly from the woman’s view as he flexed his fingers. He took in her scent: a human, like all the other around him. Uninteresting unless she chose to do something stupid.
((OOC: My apologies for the wait. This is a challenging thread.))
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