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Post by Crim Lycoris on Nov 1, 2016 10:51:38 GMT -6
People radiate what is in their minds and in their hearts. If a man feels kindly and obliging, his neighbors will feel that way, too, before long.But if he scolds and scowls and criticizes—his neighbors will return scowl for scowl, and add interest! ![](http://i.imgur.com/rDBU4jq.jpg") Walking along a lonely path afforded too much room for idle thought. Footsteps crunched against dry grass and dirt, following a long, brown path that cut between green. An elbow remained against the scabbard of his katana, attaining a sense of security from constantly acknowledging it through touch. It was possible Grimm lurked these paths. Having Steel on his person eliminated any fear that he wouldn't be able to cut down anything that he came across. He was confident that the toughest armor would break to his technique. Crim shut his eyes to sigh, straying from the path to rest his back against the body of a nearby tree. Setting down his survival pack beside him, filled with a blanket, a few cans of food, and a water canister, he inhaled the scent of nature itself. This world was built upon blood and bone, the soil spoiling the rising trees like malignant growths coming from the earth. Humanity lived underneath the guillotine of annihilation by the Grimm and their own selves, and perhaps it was the destiny of a Huntsman to die. A depressing state of affairs. After alertly glancing around him, his head thunked against the trunk of the tree, and he sighed with exhaustion directed towards his own thoughts. This was a difficult game. He’s been playing for most of his life, but every time he saw something to hate of this world, it made his insides sting. As if something wanted to spear through his heart and spill his entrails like some parasitic monster from a movie. If only he could excise his loathing and fear, and toss it away. But… he had to be glad. A hero of this world, a Huntsman, would use their love for humanity as their blade against the enemies that threaten it. Birds chirped overhead, and through the branches of the forest, sunlight glistened downward. Individual rays of white light leaked and spilled onto the ground. Crim shrugged and opened up the water, taking small sips while he admired what was around him. “Glad… I am glad that I still live, that I am steps away from my goal. Or… is there another bridge I have to cross…?” It seemed reassuring to speak out loud. It was better than releasing another sigh or a groan. As if requiring even more reassurance, he drew his blade, the metallic sound of a bared sword echoing throughout the woods. He lifted it up, staring at the reflection. With proper usage, he’d be able to cut through anything. The bones of Grimm, their masks, their hides, the weapons of bandits and of other Huntsmen… could he cut down an Argo, however? Crim’s confidence said yes, but the ever-present skeptic said no. Both agreed that he wasn’t ready, yet. Another quiet sip of his water. The blade returned to its sheath, creating another audible clack as the hilt stopped the sliding of the katana. MADE BY VEL OF GS[/div |
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Post by Agnès Belrose on Nov 11, 2016 20:31:39 GMT -6
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It was cold today.
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That had been the only remotely constructive or helpful thought that passed through her mind in quite a few hours. The wind was gentle, the sunlight strong, the air pleasant - by no means was it a cold day. But still, she felt cold. She scowled, glaring down at her feet as she trudged along on the well-worn dirt path that led deeper into the woods. It was not a path she often, or ever, walked, but it was a path she had found herself heading towards out of some strange, unseen compulsion. Perhaps it was to find a distraction? She certainly needed one now more than ever.
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It was a holiday. A time for celebration. A time to return home to be with loved ones. She was rarely afforded the chance to comfortably talk with Celia and Minette, given she shared no classes or free blocks with the former, and was forced to respect the latter as an authority figure at the school. Being home like this, the three of them getting a chance to sit and talk not as schoolmates, but as friends for the first time in god knows how long was a great breath of fresh air that she had been looking forward to for some time now. It was supposed to be perfect. Her birthday had come and passed, but her mother's just so happened to fall on this exact day, and she planned to throw a nice little party for her - her, Celia...
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And Marcie.
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She still hadn't found out what had happened between the two of them to result in such a tense atmosphere. Even Celia felt it now, though she was too soft to question it. But Agnès was not so quick to be complacent. Perhaps it was the wrong time, and the wrong place, but she brought it up. Casually. Or at least, as casually as one could bring up the suspicious activity of their own parent in the presence of their best friend's mother. Which is to say, not casually at all. Minette was hesitant. Upset. Scared. There was something there that Agnès could see in her eyes...Regret? Betrayal? She didn't know. But Marcie did. Marcie knew a lot of things she wasn't telling them, that much was obvious. Celia's mother became defensive when Agnès had begun to ask questions, and understandably, she grew a bit hostile as Agnès continued to probe. "It's none of your business," she said, "It's between Minette and I. Neither of us are ready to tell you yet." Agnès, though with quite a bit of volume, conceded defeat. And left.
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The path allowed her to cool her head, at least a bit. It gave her something else to think about as she ventured into unfamiliar territory, armed with only her knives and wit. Grimm would be no problem for her - if anything, they were welcome. A distraction, and an opportunity to take out her anger on something constructive. Win-win. But no. She walked the path alone, silent except for the soft crunch of well-trodden dirt beneath the soles of her black shoes.
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A noise caught her attention. It wasn't an unfamiliar sound, per se, but she couldn't put an exact name to what it was. It was like...something smooth and solid, drawn against leather. It was faint, but her sensitive ears told her it was indeed nearby. Up ahead, she saw a colorful shape next to one of the trees. A person, holding a sword. They were facing away, seeming to examine the sword. They spoke up, but she did not pay attention to the words. They were not directed at her. Or anyone else for that matter. They were none of her business.
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What was her business, however, was that she had not seen this person before - not here, anyway. She had seen him floating around idly at school, but had paid him no mind at the time. He didn't go out of his way to make a scene or piss her off, and he was a stranger in every sense of the word, so he wasn't entirely familiar to her. She couldn't even place his name, despite her efforts. Did they share a class? She couldn't think anymore. The dirt crunched under her feet as she squared her shoulders and strode forward, intent on at least acknowledging the one other presence in the forest, hoping something could come of it.
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"Oi," she called out, "Who're you?"
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Post by Crim Lycoris on Nov 15, 2016 12:03:48 GMT -6
People radiate what is in their minds and in their hearts. If a man feels kindly and obliging, his neighbors will feel that way, too, before long.But if he scolds and scowls and criticizes—his neighbors will return scowl for scowl, and add interest! The crunch of grass. The scent of another. The sound of a particularly brusque voice cutting through the peaceful silence of the forest, like a blade slicing cleanly through bone. A visceral comparison, perhaps, but his mind was being odd at the moment. Perhaps he did not expect another's approach, or perhaps he was surprised that it wasn't something that required no permission from anyone to eliminate. Muscles tensed as though they were preparing to leap up from his seat, but they remained. Conversation was a weakness, and those very same words that pierced the air seemed to pierce the armor that constantly remained around himself.
It hurt to smile, and he seemed to recognize why. As any system in his body should do, his mind attempted to compensate, though in an incredibly rough manner. It forced his lips to curl into a small grin and his eyes to brighten up. For a tiny moment, his Aura expressed itself to Agnes, a wave of serene warmth one might receive from standing outside in a moderate, pleasant day. Yet, beneath it all was a minuscule chill, an underlying sense of doom. Like a walk in the woods, despite the beauty and grandeur around oneself, it is acknowledged to be the home of beasts.
Maintaining the smile, his words were carried towards their intended recipient. "Hi!" He remained where he was, immediately attempting to think up reasons why he might be glad about being surprised by a vaguely familiar face in the middle of nowhere. Eyes shifted for a moment, glancing from one side to the next before he continued. "I'm Crim, a senior from Vytal Academy! It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'm." Something told him that he wasn't being as overly chipper despite his efforts. Usually, he'd go on about the wilderness and how beautiful the day was and how pretty the flowers were. But, little came to mind. Earnestness was frightening, a set of walls that closed in on him with nowhere to go but upwards.
The young man took another small sip from the canister, a lump fall down his throat a brief quarter-second after gulping. His other hand, however, remained close to his blade for security. There wasn't any escape in sight. He had might as well get to know this woman, whom he had only seen in passing. Ah... they did share a few classes. He thinks? Clearing his throat and resetting his mind, he spoke up once more, setting down his water and patting the earth beside him. "You can sit if you want. By the way, your dress is lovely. I have some water if you're thirsty. Are... are you a student, too?" The flow of his rapid-fire questions seemed to quickly return to him, but it seemed to be inhibited by the somber mood of before. Embracing his insecurities and confronting them left him cornered, like an animal. He then realized that he knew almost no one from his class in an earnest manner. He usually kept to himself when he wasn't talking everyone's heads off with his stupid 'Glad Game' nonsense. Ah... maybe it isn't nonsense. It's a fun game. But it is incredibly difficult to maintain for any longer than a single conversation. Such exhausts him, compacts the steam that usually began to build up."Oh! Now that you have my name, what's yours?" MADE BY VEL OF GS[/div |
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Post by Agnès Belrose on Nov 23, 2016 20:27:59 GMT -6
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Her eye twitched. Great, a chatterbox, just what she needed right now - another annoyance. She let out a sigh and rested her hands on her hips, not bothering to hide the frustration from her features or posture. Her already foul mood was just being driven deeper and deeper into the depths of rage, her barely-bottled emotions threatening to overflow.
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She picked out a spot a short distance away from him, across from the spot he was at, and flattened her dress against the back of her legs so she could sit against the trunk. It was uncomfortable, sitting on the ground without her armor, but it was nice to rest her legs. “Agnès,” She responded simply, “And thanks. For the compliment. I guess.” She rested her head against the trunk and closed her tired eyes, letting out another sigh - this one a mix of relaxation and resignation. She was tired of today already, despite it hardly even being halfway over with. It would be nice if it ended soon.
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“I’m a student, same year as you.” Her responses were curt and betrayed little beyond her already-apparent annoyance. Perturbed as she may be, company was company. And company was certainly a distraction if ever there was one. She let her eyes slide back open, and she got a good look at her temporary companion. He was a bit of an oddity, to be sure, but he wasn’t bad looking by any means. Long, light-colored hair that seemed to be cared for well enough, some pretty impressive amber eyes that vaguely reminded her of Celia, and a figure she could only describe as “average” - for a person, not a Hunter. His features were friendly, but something in her felt...off, looking at him. There was something about the man that told her not to trust him.
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A weight settled across her body, warm, inviting, and relaxing. Beneath it, though, that unease only seemed to grow. Something about this was very, very strange to her. Her eyes settled on him suspiciously, and she spoke up.
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“So what are you doing out here, anyway? You don’t really strike me as an “outdoorsy” kinda guy.”
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