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Post by payne on Dec 15, 2010 4:43:57 GMT -6
   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color] this world was completely different from the world that Mars had grown up in. For one thing, the streets of his past world had been full of people. Humans that were always ready with a comment about the weather or ask over his schooling. This world was harsh and barren, with narry a person in site, and those that were in site, not human. His world was a Hell on Earth. This world, more like this time that he was in at the moment, was paradise. And he was luckily enough that he had the ability to go back and be apart of something that no longer was.
mars was lucky that he wasn't human. he was lucky that no matter what happened, he was able to flee unharmed. he was lucky that he seemed to be industructible. the only people that he had cared about had been litterly ripped apart infront of his eyes, and yet, when it came to be Mars's turn, nothing had happened. ever since he was little, Mars had known that he was special, but he didn't know that he would be special enough to survive were all of his friends wouldn't. on this new world, humans were almost gone, and whenever he ran into a group of them, he could always see the loss and the wish for old days on their faces. Mars was lucky in that he could go and visit the old days whenever he wanted to. But that gift was also a curse, because it soon became addictive, and it only tore open old hurts.
visitng his own past, Mars crouched behind a bush, peering through the window of what used to be his old home. It was just like he remembered it, the elderly colours of the siding making his stomach knot in boredom, just like it did when he was smaller. In his own time the siding was no more, just a charred piece of nothing along with most of the house. in his own time, everything that he had known was destroyed and he had nothing. nothing but memories. Sitting quietly, Mars watched his 5 year old self and his foster parents sitting around the kitchen table, playing a harmless game of go fish. He used to think that that was the most boring time, and had wished that he could go out and do things other than sit in on family game night. Now, Mars wished that he could change what he had thought, that he could take his younger self aside and tell him to cherise everything that would happen to him. But Mars had seen enough sci fi movies to know that you weren't supposed to screw with the past. Sighing, Mars stood and made a leap back to his own time.
he wasnt sure what he did. one moment he was sitting in a shrub being a stalker, filled with a light warm fuzz, and next he was back to the dark and utter cold that was his existance. his surrounding had changed as well. before he had been infront of his old home, and now he was in a graveyard that was filled with the traditional headstones, as well as hundreds if not thousands of wooden crosses. Marshal's child like face fell as he stared out infront of him. Quickly rubbing his face with his hands, as if to wipe away tears, he started walking, not caring where he was going. It was being in this place in the first place that made him wt to jump back in time. He had been thinking of his parents. Oh, not his real parents, but the human beings that had raised him as their own. His biological parents obviously didn't care enough about him to even tell him their names, so he had made the choice long ago not to care about them. No, the humans were his real parents, and despite the things that he could do, he knew that deep down, his own soul was that of a humans as well.
mars didn't know what had happened to the Paynes, and that ate him up inside. When he was 8, he ran away from home and had spent the next 2 years living on his own. It wasn't that they had treated him badly or anything, it was just that he had decided to leave. Mars hadn't told them about it. He had just left. At that age he didn't think of the conciquences. He hadn't thought about the posibilty that he would never get to see them again. Passing row upon row of unamed crosses, he wondered it a pair of them belong to his parents. Mars continued walking until he came to a old cyrpt, the name of the front of it faded off a long time ago. Not even thinking, he pulled himself up onto the top of the large thing and sat with his one leg hanging down and the other hugged close to his chest. He had always loved coming here, to the still and the silence that a graveyard usually held. Sighing to himself, he felt the pair of wings attached to his back flutter in the slight breeze. Without thinking, he made the wings disappear and continued looking out at the crosses, wondering if he could have made a difference. Lost in his own thoughts, he didn't hear someone walking along the path that lead towards the crypt.
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Post by dream on Dec 15, 2010 12:31:01 GMT -6
  With the past and future worlds in tact, it was easy to think of being able to go back in the past and change stuff. Not really - no. It didn't allow for anything good to really happen if you should change the event of things. This she'd learned, just in a quick jump back in time from her telling a lie the first time around, then going back and telling herself not to lie. Then she ended up being engaged for a few months before her fiance was killed. Eyes darkened, though now - now she was watching her parents. Her mother, the demon she was, and her father, the Archangel, the Archangel and Validus were working together. She could never see their faces though, which always made her so ticked, since she wouldn't be able to identify them today either. A sigh escaped her lips as her father worked out the plan, telling her mother about it. Then, she soon returned to where she was - the cemetery. Present-day. A little girl, with a sickly frame eyed the woman quietly, and she inquired, "Did you get to see their faces this time?" The brunette shook her head, "No, Lil', I didn't." the girl shrugged, "Oh well, maybe next time, you know?" She beamed, and one could see the disease eating away at her gums and teeth. The little girl had died near her one day, and she had told the girl, after she'd accidentally eaten poison pills, that she could bring her back to life once in awhile. The little girl, named Lily, conveniently, spun, her pink ruffle dress as it had been the day she died, her tomb marked with a wooden cross, though the Invictus had taken time to carve out the girl's name, Lily.
Standing up, the woman hugged the little girl tightly, and spoke, "You'll need to go back to sleep now, Lily, I have to leave, and you know you can't come with me, go back with your parents."
[/color] Lily nodded, eying the graves near her, ones which they both knew contained her parents. Sighing, the little girl hugged her, "Thank you for letting me play and see the flowers you brought me, Pan!" The girl giggled, and soon headed back to her grave, while the woman wandered off, feeling the girl's soul return back to Heaven where her parents were eagerly waiting to see their little girl return from her trip down to Earth - even if only briefly. As she stood up, she wandered away, eyes falling down to the ground. Her brown eye and green eye glazed over, threatening tears to streak down her face. Shaking them away, she knew she wasn't responsible. Lily's death had been an accident, and Lily had even begged her not to heal her, because she wanted to go join her parents in heaven. Damn those demons. Damn them back to where they came from. Her mind twisted slightly, and she inhaled slowly, unsheathing the sword at her hip slightly, before resheathing it. No time to get worked up over something like this. Lily had asked, and Pandora had followed her last wish. That's all it was, wasn't it? Besides, what would she do if she had saved the 8-year-old? She couldn't have a child to take care of, not right now. Gritting her teeth together for a moment, the woman shook it off. No, I'm going to have to work on this, and just forget it. I have more pressing matters on my hands now. Pandora ran a hand through her dark hair, before pausing, and she tensed, lifting her gaze from her path to where she was heading. There was something - someone up ahead. What was it? Nerves tensed, and she readied herself to run - but she wanted to see first. It didn't smell like a demon or angel - that much was for sure. Then again, she could smell this smell...it was a new one at that. A deva or something? What-ever it was, she felt her curiosity get the better of it. The Invictus pressed on, her feet barely audible, one hand resting anxiously on the hilt of her sword, before she then paused and looked up, wide-eyed. A boy, appearing to be about 20 or so was up above her on the crypt. Then her mind registered the movement of gold earlier. Had that come from him? Yeah, she thought, then that would mean...her thoughts halted. Was he like her? No, don't do that, she told herself. Pausing, she then sighed softly, and inquired gently, hoping not to startle him, "Excuse me...?"[/color] Pandora tilted her head slightly, before releasing her hand from the hilt of her sword, she'd just run if he posed a threat, "You all right?"[/color] [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]  * * *words;; 10+ xD thoughts;; sorry, intro posts for me aren't the best. <3 outfit;; click! xD |
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Post by payne on Dec 15, 2010 16:43:52 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color] there were a few things that Marshal had known the minute he was born. One was that he was different and would always be different. The other was that no one on Earth would be able to make better pancakes than Candance, his foster mother. And now that he had no idea whether or not is she was alive or dead, the last seemed of little importance. There were many things that she had done that Marshal now took for granted. Many little things in day to day life was now taken for granted. And odd enough, one was the sense of difference that he had gotten when he was a child.
the moment that he had been brought into their house, his foster parents knew that he was special. that was before he started 'talking' to them a few weeks later. That was actually a form of telepathy that Marshal used to tell them what he wanted, and then, when he had actually started talking, they weren't suprised. The fact that he was only 10 didn't seem to help. In years he was only 10, body 20 but mind 40, so he constantly suprised his parents, they were used to it. But other children weren't. The fact that he preferred men over women didn't seem to help all that much either. But it wasn't the fact that he was gay that made other kids automatically hate him. Children are able to sense things that adults werent. Maybe it was because children were still open to the wonder of the world around and were able to believe in anything.
w here ever he went, wether it was to a school for a year or two, or just down to the park to play, children would avoid him. The fact that if he wanted to, he could bend the metal of the slide to his preferance didn't help either. And so he grew older and more outcasted from society. That had partially defined him, and now in a world were everyone was a outcast or something not human, that struggle of him vs society was gone. now he was noone, or so he believed. but still in this world, he was still alone.
mars sighed out, leaning back on the top of the crypt, aware of the stones poking through his thin clothes. This world was something completely different from the world that he knew, and yet it was still the same. Only instead of humans chasing him, it was demons and angels. Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands, he felt like screaming. He was almost about to when, out of the darkness he heard, "Excuse me? You all right?" Panic flooded Marshal system and he jolted upright to a sitting position, but on the steep roof of the crypt, he slipped and slammed into the ground with a strangled noise.. With a groan, he pushed his face up from the grass and looked at a girl who seemed his own age staring at him. Letting his head fall back down, he muttered a quick "I'm fine. I'm fine." into the grass, which muffled his voice. Pushing himself up off of the ground, he stood up, feeling his shoulder crack and sighed out. Rubbing his head, he looked at the girl. "Might wanna think about letting someone know your there before you yell out like that. "
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Post by dream on Dec 15, 2010 19:34:59 GMT -6
In times like they were now - it was amazing how anything could get done - besides survival. Others attempted to have a normal like, especially the nephilim, devas and just plain humans who were involved with the war...or didn't want to be. She knew of ones who were raising families, which she didn't find much justice in, raising children in this kind of state of the world - but hey - it wasn't her decision, they weren't her children. Her heart had a pang go through it though - she could probably help - but which side? Or maybe just take out both sides equally. But that would just be crazy, then she'd have both sides coming for her. Not that they probably already weren't. Though Azrael had her not fighting - at all - the itch was getting bigger too - so that meant not only did she rarely get to unleash her full potential, but she didn't get to do, which in her mind and DNA told her to do; fight. It was that simple. Fight for the side which made the most sense. Personally though, as she searched for that, she figured it was the angels' side, just for things to get back to the way there were. Was it that hard? She couldn't imagine a huge reason as to why it would be difficult to accomplish. The demon side. The angel side. The human side (the humans were more on the angel side most of the time). The two feuding sides - why couldn't they just act like they were adults - even if immortals - and just leave it as the world was? At least not get the humans involved. Ones like Lily, ones who suffered and had to die because of being born when they were, now they were in heaven - or hell - till they could be reincarnated or what-ever.
Nevertheless, her heart went out to those who were like her. The outcasts. The different ones. Growing up when she had, people thought her to be some kind of demi-god-type thing going on, because of her speedy growth, and development both physically and mentally. Fortunately her adopted parents loved her very much and helped her through the changes. Upon inspecting this guy on top of the crypt, she pondered silently to himself if he'd ever had anyone to help him through life. Worry knitted her brows together for the briefest moment, though it quickly faded. In all reality, with the demons and angels out and about, this guy could be just as strong...no, she was the strongest breed out there. Azrael and her mother in her letters had told her that. The strongest, and rarest as well. A nervous habit appeared, as her teeth bit slightly into her bottom lip, when the guy responded to her speaking. Eyes widened when the guy jerked up from his position ever so slightly which in the end seemed just enough to cause him to fall from the top of the crypt he'd been on top of. Even if it wasn't very high, she still flinched with him when he landed - luckily she hadn't heard any bones break. Crouching down to his level, barely acknowledging the "I'm fine. I'm fine" he emitted, she responded, "Sorry...I really didn't mean to startle you. Especially enough to make you fall."
Throwing an uneasy grin his way, the brunette straightened up once more, eyes glancing around the cemetery, which it seemed to only be her and him. No demons gave themselves away, not to her senses, same with angels either. That was always a big plus during the nighttime - especially in a cemetery. At least if push came to shove, she could pull the hood up on her jacket and ask the dead to come help her and this guy out. She offered him a hand to help him up, "Really....sorry."
[/color] Though he'd already gotten up, she dropped her hand quickly, a quick, uneasy shift in her feet and a moment later her ears picked him up speaking towards her. Shaking her head she answered, "Oh well, there really isn't that much of an easy way to get someone's attention without startling them that much."[/color] she smiled weakly, before offering him her hand, attempting to figure out more about him. What had been that golden glimpse she'd caught earlier? Had it been wings? She pondered over this, if that was the case, then this guy was like her. He had to be. No other species had golden wings like the Invictus breed did. With her hand out, the woman realized this. She needed to find out - soon enough. Besides if she wanted to, if she tried to make him answer with her suggestion that the breed had, he should be able to deflect them like any other. "I'm Pandora, call me Pan if you want."[/color] she offered her name. Might as well, she had a feeling that he was what he really was. Well - in a matter of the words. Personally it would be interesting, she presumed, to see exactly what he was. Tilting her head slightly, she then forced it into his head, C'mon, tell me your name....and answer my question please. With that, she added, after letting the guy speak, "Umm...did you see that golden flash over here just a few minutes ago?"[/color] There. It was out there and she hoped he'd get it. No other species - as far as she knew - could withstand against a suggestion from her, from what she'd been involved in. She just hoped this would help her figuring it out. Feeling a weird emotion flow over her, she pushed it aside, before dropping her hand after they shook or not, the brunette spoke, "Were you here...looking for someone?"[/color] [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] * * * words;; 10+ xD thoughts;; oh, nice post, lyon. <3 outfit;; click! xD |
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Post by payne on Dec 16, 2010 2:18:24 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] when Marshal had started to grow at his accelerated rate, he had begun to understand things that no other children were able to. he was starting to read and memorize Shakespeare when other children were reading picture books. He was mastering how to play Chopin on his piano when other children couldn't even figure out how to use their motor skills. It wasn't that he was always doing things that normal adults couldn't do, it wasn't like he truly liked being outcasted or different. He just needed to do it. More often than not he liked digging up worms in the garden infront of his house, just as mych as he did learning the scientific name and specs for the different species of worms. He just needed to know and comprehend everything, almost like he was a machine. But unlike a machine he did have emotions. Well at least he thought that he did and gave up a very good front on the matter.
growing up Marshal had time not just physically fitting in with the other children, but emotionally as well. There were points were Marshal would just sit and watch the other children at their play and watch they way that interacted with each other. The young child would watch then get angry over something so small that he couldn't understand it. Overtime he was able to undestand these reasoning behind it and became used to faking his emotions. And that's what it was, for every time he used his emotions, it was only skin deep. If he was pushed to be anrgy, he would show every symptom of the emotion but would never feel it. When his 'aunt' passed, he had to go to her funeral and while everyone was crying, Marshal could only stand there, bored out of his mind. Sorrow and sadness was just something that he wasn't able to figure out. That and embaressment.
so when he fell of the crypt he didn't have that normal flush that jerk would have jerked his stomach around and filled his cheeks with blood in a flush. Luckily for him, not that he would have gotten hurt by that short fall, he landed on the hard part of his stomach so he was able to cushion himself when he hit the ground. The grass was slightly damp from a recent rain, and the wetness seemed like a shock to his skin when it connected. The dampness reminded him of thunder storms, somethign which he loved and didn't understand why. There was just something about standing in the middle of a thunder storm , completely vunerable to a lightning strike. But that wasn't important right now. Pushing himself off of the ground to stand up, he barely acknowledged her reply of "Sorry...I really didn't mean to startle you. Especially enough to make you fall." Standing up to his full height of 6'8, he just rubbed the dirt off of his clothes and uneasily looked around him and couldn't help but share the grin that she flashed at him.
for a normal person, it probably would have seemed weird to find someone hanging out in a cemetary in the middle of the night, but that thought didn't occur to Marshal. Back in the normal world a person hanging out in a graveyard would be considered a freak. Well, Marshal had already been considered a freak so he might as well let his stereotype go to the max. It wasn't that he liked to hang out with a bunch of dead peole, but the peace and quiet that he came for. But even that had been shattered in this new world as hundreds of humans came to visit their deceased love ones, and more often that not he would see either angels or demosn hanging around the place as well. Tonight seemed the only quiet night in a long time and Marshal almost thought that he had had the place to himself, but he guessed that he was wrong as this girl pointed out to him.
still wiping off his hands on his pants, he eyed the hand that she held out to him. With a shy grin, he took it and gave it a slightly shake. Marshal was wary of skin to skin contect as he wasn't competely used to it from strangers. Everyone seemed to run away from him rather than get close enough to touch him. As she introduced herself he couldn't help but smile. Pandora. He couldn't help but think of Pandora's Box aand he was about to open his mouth and mentione it, but he thought better about it. She had probably heard that a million times so Marshal just smiled. "Nice to meet you. I'm Marsh--" C'mon, tell me your name....and answer my question please." The thought was not his own and had a slightly alien feel to it. Marshal blinked and looked at the girl infront of him. It had to have been her cause their was no one else around. The pause in his sentence was only slight, a second's hesitation, "Marshal." he finished. "But you can call me Mars. I guess. " He was certain now. It had to have been her. But how did she do that? That was something that Marshal had been able to do at a young age and as far as he knew, none of the other races could do that. Before he dropped her hand, the pressure of his grip increased slightly as he forced his own sending into her mind. How did you do that? Tell me now!
when Mars released her hand, he got his second shock of the night as she asked, "Umm...did you see that golden flash over here just a few minutes ago?. She had seen his wings hadn't she? Was that the question that she wanted answered? Until he knew how she could send thoughts to his mind, he wouldn't let her know about his wings. Then a thought occured to him. Maybe she had wings too. Would she know if he lied to her? Finding himself in a tough spot, he just did what he trained himself to do automatically. "Sorry, but no. It's late and it's dark. Maybe you saw something that wasn't actually there. " Normally when he told this lie he sent a suggestion to the recevier to percieve the lie as truth and they would buy it, but Marshal had a feeling that if he did that, he would just be wasting his time, so he let the lie stand for itself. Wanting to know more about this mystery girl, this Pan, he listened to her question of "Were you here...looking for someone?" and shook his head in response, moving himself to lean against the side of the crypt. "Nah, I was just thinking about someone. What about you? It's kinda late for site seeing isn't it? Escpecially these days. " He flashed a small, what he hoped was a friendly smile at her. Didshe get his mental sending? And more importantly, would she answer?
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Post by dream on Dec 16, 2010 5:22:29 GMT -6
Pandora's weirdly wired mind began to whirl rapidly, though not that it was out of emotions and anxiety it was more out of her memories, ones that seemed to keep swimming up and around her consciousness. Ones that made her want to either scream or just run away from them. Other ones that made her smile. Like the ones before Azrael had been taken from her over a multiple time span of decades. He was back now though, and though she wouldn't admit it to him, she felt really glad and relieved he was back and safe here on the Earth. Despite the demons being after him quite a bit, she still worried, if they did find him, she'd most likely be around him - then there would be big problems. She would just need to run. Her eyes landed on this guy. If he was what she thought and what her gut was telling her he was, if he and she paired up, they could be unstoppable, and protect each other quite easily. Plans suddenly began to form in her head at this sudden thought. Be able to help each other? Now that was an appealing thought all by itself. Pandora would love to have someone just like her around, and based on this guy's actions and mannerisms, he must be younger than her too. Course, her thoughts were briefly interrupted the moment he stood up. What the hell? Why was everyone so much taller than her? Yes, she was already 5'9" to begin with, due to her breed, but this guy was easily over 6'5". Growling silently at this thought in her mind, the Invictus refused to let the annoyance appear on her face. Azrael would laugh at that most likely, and she just hoped she could forge a friendship with this guy much like she had with Azrael. If whatever she had with the Archangel could be called that.
Whatever they had, Pandora wasn't going to ponder on that now. She had bigger fish to fry - mainly the guy in front of her. Just what was he? He wasn't an angel or demon, that much was for sure, so she eliminated those. Then a fallen was out of the question, so that left, Invictus, just a plain human or Soldier, or a Nephilim or Deva. She highly doubted just a plain human for his height, so all that left was supernaturals. Eying him quietly, Pandora pondered. It was interesting to see the different species now a days. Especially like her, and other Invictus, where-ever they should be. How did the Validus and Archangel do it? Contract or something? Most of the time ones like them didn't even survive to take their first breath out of their mother. Yet, based on what she had been told by her mother in the letters she left, she and her father had made plans together, and it sounded like they'd had a business contract, wanting to create the Invictus, and then have the offspring decide which side to be on later in life, the demons or the angels. Whether or not that was true, Pandora did respect both of her biological parents to a degree, but her adopted ones even more. They put up with the questioning looks from parents while she grew up, and built up lies with her in order to keep her safe from other people, especially supernaturals such as themselves, though ones who may want to harm her, not help her.
As he wiped his hands off on his pants, Pandora's head tilted ever so slightly before his hand touched hers. The moment their skin touched, she realized it. He had to be like her, or a halfling. Keeping her wits about her, the Invictus listened to him begin to speak, then the slight pause before giving her his name, Marshal, or Mars. Allowing a weak smile to paint itself over her features, the brunette spoke, "Pleasure, Mars." There. Some manners. Course that thought vanished the second his hand tightened around hers, and Pandora's panic spiked slightly, though she calmed herself, before hearing a thought being pushed into her head, How did you do that? Tell me now! Wide-eyed slightly, Pandora hesitated, before she then answered, returning the slight increase of pressure before their hands released - more or less she yanked her hand away, "Because I can, and I know you can too! I've been able to do it....for awhile." she answered back, giving him a look, telling him she'd basically figured it out. He had to be one. Had to be - or she was just going crazy. Course the moment he answered about the gold she'd glimpsed earlier, the brunette shot him a look, like an older sibling would to a younger one, telling them they plainly knew that they were lying. Or a parent. Even if he was taller than her, she had experience under her belt - unless he was older than her but that she refused to accept.
Feeling the mental message he'd sent her sink in, Pandora ignored it quickly before she "fed" it, therefore allowing it to get stronger. Either way, she had answered him, so the mental thought he'd shot towards her settled down. Working at it, she watched him lean against the crypt and answer her question, whether or not it was true, she didn't worry too much about it, she was more worried about if anyone would see them. If he was an Invictus as her suspicions told her, then the demons and angels would have a hay day knowing that the two known Invictus were together and knew each other. Nibbling her bottom lip, Pan mused, "Yeah, I guess so."
[/color] she spoke about having seen the gold earlier. Then his answer. Hesitating, she then answered, "Me? Visiting someone."[/color] her eyes glanced back towards where she'd come from, where she knew Lily's grave was, right near the ones of her parents. At least Lily seemed happy now before she became an angel. Personally Pandora hoped that didn't happen, especially because then Lily may be forced to come down to the earth and fight. She felt her rage spark at that, though it quickly diminished, as she then rolled her shoulders slightly, eying Mars intently, "Fine..."[/color] she whispered, before shooting the thought at his mind, "You will not tell another soul." She knew Azrael would kill her, but she needed to know. There were all the signs. Instinctively, she tugged off her jacket quickly, and held onto it, before then, she felt her wings sprout from her back. They were massive, to support her in flight, her 5'9" frame, and the golden sheen hadn't diminished at all over the centuries. Allowing the blood to flow through them as she stretched them out slightly, she shifted gently, locking her eyes onto Marshal's, Pandora curled her golden wings in after a moment, allowing him to see them, to know officially, before they quickly disappeared, and she pulled her jacket back on over her shoulders. Tossing hair back behind her shoulders, Pandora's eyes blinked calmly, and she spoke, "That is why I asked you about the gold...there's nothing around that matched it, Mars."[/color] she could feel the relief flood her features slightly, and her body. He had to be like her, another one of her. The immediate protectiveness overwhelmed her, but she didn't let onto the fact. Instead, the Invictus smiled lightly, returning the friendly smile he'd sent her. After all, friendship and now definitely some kind of friendship was what she was aiming for. Another one like her. He had to be. [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] * * * words;; 10+ xD thoughts;; finished...haha...she's so impatient sometimes. xP outfit;; click! xD |
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Post by payne on Dec 16, 2010 16:55:11 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] When Marshal stood up, he thought that he had heard, what was that?, a growl? coming from the girl. And if she did, why had she done it? Maybe she did it cause he fell off the crypt or maybe was it because he was tall? Marshal mentally nodded to himself as he thought that that was the reason. She was tall for a human, or whatever she was, but she didn't even reach up to his shoulder. Perhaps she didn't like being forced to look up at someone instead of looking down at them. Marshal knew that when people didn't like something being different they would take actions, sometimes in the form of growling and soon in the form of violence. Oh yes, Marshal knew all to well.
Shrugging off the growl though, the lanky invictus focused on what he should be doing. Finding out what in the hell this girl was. Obviously she was a girl, unless the other species had figured out how to shapeshift away from their true sex, otherwise he could have a rouge ass kicking man demon on his hands, and even though Marshal knew he was stronger and faster than a plain demon, he didn't like fighting with them. It just reminded him of how wierd he really was. A half breed of both, a freak in a world that was now full of normal freaks. If you could consider demons and angels normal. Secretly in his heart of hearts, he wished that this girl, this Pandora was just another freak. But a freak like him. Someone he could finally relate to.
As they shook hands and he sent the mental suggestion to her, he felt her squeeze back, a fact that made a shiver run down his spine for some reason. It felt like he was shaking a hand with fate or some dumb poetic thing like that. To him it felt like time streched as she almost sorta snatched her hand back to her and he waited to hear some sort of response. After what seemed and eternity, "Because I can, and I know you can too! I've been able to do it....for awhile.", there it was. Marshal highly developed mind seemed to leap into action, ripping the thought apart, looking for some sort of clue in the words, but nothing could be found. Marshal blinked and a ideal thought drifted through his head. How long was a while? Marshal had been able to do this since birth and sometimes he couldn't even make the thought go past his own head let alone enforce the thought on others. Her sendings almost seemed to ring with a sense of experiance, but she couldn't be much older than Marshal could she? Pan was definetly a mysterious creature that was for sure.
Listening to the pleasent talk that passed between then, he couldn't help but think. If he told her to tell him what she was> Would he liked what he found? Maybe she wasn't like him at all and was one of those Deva things that he heard about? Marshal didn't want to get his hopes up incase she wasn't what he thought she was. But the more he thought about it, the more Marshal wanted to know, are their people out there that were like him, and if there were, should Marshal go and find them? He was basically a baby in this world and he didn't know about half the things that he could. The only thing that he knew how to do perfectly was use his strength and fly. Marshal watched her explain her reason for being there before his eyes widened with a strong sending of, "You will not tell another soul."
The moment the golden wings erupted from her back, Marshal felt his knees weaken and for the second time that night, ended up on his butt, in the dirt, but this time didn't care. Excitment flooded through his system as he quickly inspected the massive golden wings, erupting from her back. Those things were real! Though he barely knew anything about the other species, he knew for a fact that none of them had golden wings. So his hope suddenly flooded through his system. She was like him! Before he knew it though, her wings were gone and she was talking again, and Marshal got to his feet, knowing he had to show her. Holy Jupiter Shit! She was like him! He could have laughed if he thought it okay to and not make himself look crazy. Halfway through her sentance beratting him, he let his own wings loose, feeling no other way to tell her than to show her. The two featered apendages were larger than hers, probably because he was taller and heavier and were also a slightly darker shade of gold. But Marshal didn't care. He needed to know what else they could do, and how he could do it. Questions flooded his mind. How old was she? Could see teach him things? Besides travelling time, what could they do? But more imporantly, "What are you? I-.....I mean, what are we? I've never met anyone th-- the same as me" His excitment cut through his voice and he practically was bouncing on his feet. Letting his wings fold back into his body, he waited to hear anything to fill his sudden curiosity for knowledge. About her. And about himself.
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Post by dream on Dec 16, 2010 19:53:28 GMT -6
Looking up to Marshal now, Pandora internally groaned. Yes, not that it annoyed her to want to chomp someone's legs off to make them shorter, but she wanted to get taller. Maybe not much, maybe...like an inch or two. That way she would at least be able to hopefully reach Mars' shoulder. Right now - mid-chest it looked like. Not that she'd get that close at this moment, oh, just hold on, I want to see how short I am. Yeah right, she scoffed silently. Yes, then continue on to go on about the Archangel she hung out with a lot being taller than her too. That she'd accepted long ago, when they'd first met. Then now Mars. Mars. She repeated his name in her head. She liked it, and for now, Pandora felt a strange protectiveness about him settle over her. Not like the one she felt for Azrael. This was one different. Even if he was taller, she still felt like she should protect Mars. Protect him from this world. Keep him safe and close. Take him with her, take him back with her to protect him. Couldn't she do that? She didn't see why not. The Invictus' mind settled as this. If he was really what she thought he was, she would see. Then that would mean Azrael would have two of them on his hands. Maybe though, it'd be best for just her and Mars to stay together - alone. Just two freaks. Two freaks condemned to a world filled with creatures who wanted them on their side. Or dead. Or to reproduce to make more like them, and therefore to make a powerful army. That thought chilled her spine. Making her mate with another Invictus in order to reproduce more of them. That wouldn't happen, she then settled on that. Right now, her mind was focused on one thing as she re-focused herself, and that was Mars. Already she could feel protective like an older sister to him - which she was going with was a good thing.
No, a brilliant thing. Her mind skidded to a stop when she heard Mars' voice of suggestion in her head once more. He wanted to know how long. The Invictus hesitated slightly longer this time. No one knew how old she was, because that meant her powers were more developed and stronger than one who was born later than she. Pandora shrugged it off and responded calmly, "Over a century." There. That was a good answer, though probably eight centuries would be more correct. No one knew her true age, not even Azrael. To be honest, she wasn't even sure if she knew it anymore, but it wasn't like she was that ancient, she certainly hadn't been around for creation, and she had been born when there was paper and ink in the world. Pandora then thought of it - she didn't know anymore. Not that she was worried about it, all she knew was that she was over at least 500 years old, and that already would mean problems to begin with. Pandora's eyes darkened slightly at the thought of someone hurting Mars or her. If they even touched Mars, they'd have her to answer to. Especially because he felt like a younger brother - mainly because instinct was telling her that he was younger. Much younger to be correct. Pan smothered her maternal thoughts. That would get her into a stick situation if she continued, she'd already decided she'd ask him if he had a safe place to spend the night. If not, she'd have him come with her. There was strength in numbers, wasn't there?
Her mouth opened, as she tugged on her jacket to explain more to him, but course, as Mars fell backwards onto his butt. Concern flooded her body and nervous system. Was he all right? Was it fake? Fortunately he didn't fade or anything, but instead had a look of pure...shock it seemed on his face. What had he been thinking? Pan wondered that, but she quickly pushed it aside, curious to know what was going on. He wasn't what she thought he was - she cut that thought off the moment a pair of larger (of course, she told herself, he was taller than her to begin with, therefore heavier), and slightly darker golden wings. Probably due to the fact that he was a male. That she could see. Her own eyes got as big as dinner plates, and her hand reached out slowly, wanting to touch them, wanting to be sure that they were really real. Mars was like her. Like her. Those two words repeated rapidly in her head. I'm not alone she thought to herself. Mars was like her. Another Invictus. The loneliness she felt in the world, being a freak between Archangels and Validus rapidly vanished. Mars was here. Dropping her hand quickly, Pan's jaw slacked and her mouth draped open for a brief moment before she then whispered softly, "You're...you're...." her voice failed. She could feel the hope, excitement and pure rush coursing through her. Mars was here, she wasn't alone.
She wanted to hug him. Calmly, with her telekinesis, Pan reached out and pulled him to a standing position with her strong power, and she listened to him speak, with his wings still out. Raising her hands, she spoke, approaching him, and touching his wing briefly, "Please, put them away Mars...if a demon or an angel's around, they'll get their attention."
[/color] she begged, her paranoia telling her a demon could be lurking around, and watching the two of them. Course a moment later, they vanished and he spoke, asking what they were. Raising her hands in front of her, the fingers on her right hand toying with the fingers on her left hand, Pan hesitated, then looked up to Marshal quietly, before she spoke, keeping her voice level, as if she was telling him a deep, dark secret, "We're wanted by both sides...Mars. Heard of an Invictus?"[/color] she paused, waited for him to answer, then she continued, "We're a mix between an Archangel and a Validus...extremely..."[/color] she swallowed, "Rare and treasured."[/color] She twitched, before she noticed how close she stayed to Mars, wanting to feel like she could protect him. Stay close she told herself. Pan then took a step back, running a hand through her hair, "I haven't either...I thought I was the only one..."[/color] she sighed heavily, then couldn't resist it anymore. Her arms reached out and she hugged Mars. Why? She didn't know, just out of joy though. She hugged him happily for a few moments, not caring if he hugged her back or not, Pan then released him and spoke, "How...old are you?"[/color] she asked aloud, tilting her head lightly, feeling questions smack her in her mind. Where has he been? How has he stayed hidden, like her? What powers could he do that she may not know about yet? Pan then realized how much she was smiling now, like an idiot, now that she realized. They weren't alone anymore. [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] * * * words;; 10+ xD thoughts;; ^-^ I like these two...I have a feeling once it gets rolling, they'll be fun to rp, have mars practice his powers. and her the emotions. lol! outfit;; click! xD |
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Post by payne on Dec 18, 2010 5:31:18 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] For his whole entire life he had been alone. He had been completely isolated from any human contact. And it wasn't just the physical part of it that he hadn't gotten, but the mental part as well. Ever since he was little Marshal obviously had known he was different. It wasn't the fact that he could lift a car over his head if he wanted to, he had learned to have a soft touch over the years, is was the mental age that children sensed about him. You could probably say that Marshal really self isolated himself from humanity because of it. Even if he couldn't always send out thoughts to others, he had been able to read others thoughts. Children were cruel and the only thoughts that he had been able to pick up about him during those days were about how wierd he was. Soon the thoughts because actions, and the actions became hurtful. The first thoughts that Marshal was able to send out and inforce were "Go away, don't see me." Most of the time that worked and other times it didn't. And so he was isolated from humanity. Well that part wasn't true but it had certainly felt that way to him. Even his parents who loved and cared for him, would sometimes stare at him, a 7 year old boy in a 14 year olds body and though he was in a different room, Mars could hear the fear and panic in their thoughts. Though they didn't think it out straight out, Marshal could tell that they thought they were raising a monster. And so, the day that he turned 8, the day he had grown in his wings, he left home, hopefully to start a new leaf in his own chapter of life.
But even when he was older he was still seperated. This time though it was for human reasons. They made him feel different in another way and though he was still avoided and picked on, he enjoyed it because it was for normal human reasons. He was just another one of the bisexual crowd and though because of the times, no one could outright harm him, he embraced the mental onslaught of abuse every day. Because in the world, he wasn' t the only one who preferred men over women. There were others in the world like him. And Marshal felt accepted in a wierd sort of way. But then he would remember that he was the only one who preffered men over women with golden wings. Well, that he knew of of course. And he would remember that he was alone.
That was until now. That fact seemed to scream in his mind and make every cell in his body vibrate. His whole life he had thought he was alone. He couldn't remember how many times he had spent praying for hours on end, for someone to be like him. They didn't have to be exactly like him, but understand what he was and accepted him. Every child had at least a few friends to play with, and Mars didn't even have one. After years of praying every night, Marshal had stopped believing in any type of higher power and stopped looking. He had accepted the fact that he could potenially be alone for the rest of his life, how ever long that was, but he had always held onto hope. Looks like that had finally paid off. Pan's mental sending of her letting him know that she was over a hundred years old didn't even register as he burst with excitment. She could teach him how to do things! She was older than him and more experianced. Would she be even willing to teach him? And maybe...be his friend? I'm not alone... That thought alone sent a silly grin on to his face as he stared down at the smaller..... well, whatever they were.
As his wings slid into his back he grasped his hands infront of them, not even trying to stop them from shaking. He was filled with restless energy, something that he had never felt before. Little did he know, but that's what he had known to be called hyper. Marshal was hyper with restless energy, and he could only guess that Pan was too. When she told him that a demon or something could be nearby, he only shrugged the idea that he could be special to either side, not even hitting home. Was she going to tell him what they were? Even though he had never needed one before, Marshal suddenly wanted to know his race. There were demons and angels and devas and nephs... so what was he? An In--- Invictus? What was that? His eyes widened when she told him what they were created from. He had known that his parents were demons and angels, but the head hanchos of either party? That was insane. Even when Pandora told him that they were rare and treasured, his personal high couldn't be deminised. But when she said that she hadn't met anyothers like them, Marshal's smile drooped just the slightest. She was over a hundred years old and hadn't met anyone else like them. He had known that was the possibility, but Mars had secretly hoped that she would wisk him off to somewhere were everyone was like them. Oh well.
Like a child though, Mars's smile grew as Pan hugged him. She was hugging him! The only person that had done that was his foster mom. Usually there were reasons for this type of thing, but today Marshal didn't need one. He wasn't alone. Marshal hugged her back, careful of his strength, not knowing if he could hurt her or not and was slightly saddened when she let go. He was just so happy that... he was just so happy! His mood changed though when she asked how old he was. Just like a little child, Marshal rubbed his upper arm and then held out the number of fingers of his age. "I'm ..........only ten." He tried to cover up his small age with questions. "Why are we so special? What can In.... Invitikus do?." He pronounced the unfamilar name strangely, like a kid learning how to say big words. Then a quesiton flowed out of him that he was trying to hold back. "Pan..... Will you..........Will you.... be my friend?"
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Post by dream on Dec 18, 2010 9:56:01 GMT -6
The physical contact between her and humans - rarely happened. She preferred to stay away from humans, as to not to get attached. They were so weak, she could accidentally hurt one by accident. So physical contact was weak, but when she did make it with them, sometimes she caught glimpses of their past, instead of just their thoughts. Today the thoughts were all the same, worry over demons finding them. Worry about having food. Stuff just to survive. She strayed from it a lot of her life, from getting close to people, both physically and even emotionally. That was why with Azrael, she was always concerned about him - which was a new thing for her. Only a few times she'd ever let herself get too close to someone, and in the end, she had always been hurt. Or accidentally hurt them because of her raw power(s). The Invictus enjoyed this physical contact though. She didn't dare try and hurt Mars. Oh no way. Her mind reeled quickly, if anyone even dared to lay a finger on him, she'd rip them apart. At the hug though, Pan could feel the weird sensation, she was thrilled and hyper, somewhat different than joy, so she wasn't sure what they were. But she liked them. She felt like a puppy who'd gotten a big bone for Christmas or something. Either way, the moment her arms went around Mars, she swore that everything suddenly felt - okay. Like she wouldn't need to feel lonely anymore. Mars was here now. Her arms were careful, just in case she should hurt him, before looking up to the taller version of their selected species.
If she hadn't known better, Pandora would have continued hugging him all through the night, as a way to tell both her and him - that this was real. She could hardly believe it. Another just like her. She wasn't alone anymore - this was becoming as a bit of a shock to her as well. Feeling his arms coil back around her in their ever-lasting embrace, Pan had to use a lot of her self-control to finally withdraw from the hug. It had just felt so - nice. She'd happily do it again. Itching something, her mind asked to unleash some of her power she had. Why this time? Was it because she just fell so - bouncy with Mars around now? Allowing her telekinesis to ebb out, it then began to lift Mars slightly, and Pan grinned sheepishly, before it soon dropped him, and she reined in her power once more. It wasn't that she was aiming to freak him out - she was aiming to satisfy herself and the power within. Just a little way, though she figured it had to be in her head. Power was just power, it didn't just build up, she knew it didn't, but sometimes she liked to "stretch" them so to speak, like when someone first woke up in the morning. Then, her eyes landed on his unusual mannerisms, and recognition flashed in her eyes. He was like a child. Rubbing the arm, she had done that when she was younger with her adopted parents. Wide-eyed slightly at this, the look vanished the moment he told her his age. A smile formed along her lips before it registered in her head. That didn't change any way she thought about him already. She remembered vividly being his age, and how awkward of a time it had been.
Reaching out, her hand brushed his arm gently, resting on it calmly, sending calming thoughts to him, wanting to just - keep an eye on Mars at least. Hearing his inquiries quickly after telling her his age, Pan listened to them intently. A grin spread on her lips at the mispronunciation of the word for their species. She then opened her mouth and answered, "Invictus basically..." she paused, trying to sum it all up for him, instead of rambling, "We have all the perks of both sides, with some drawbacks."
[/color] she hesitated, "Plus, go through time, and....bring the dead back to life. Along with other things...telekinesis, strength greater than a Validus or Archangel..."[/color] her voice drifted, wondering what else Mars wanted to ask. At her name, she nodded once softly, curious to what he was aiming to say. Reassuring him with a gentle smile, the Invictus then beamed at his question. Would she be his friend? Of course! Only an idiot would turn that down. Unable to keep from grinning, she nodded happily, "Of course, Mars!"[/color] she beamed, just about to start jumping up and down from the happiness and excitement, before she quickly hugged him again - just because - and she looked up then spoke, drawing back and grinning, "Want to walk with me for a few?"[/color] she paused, then inquired, "Do you have somewhere to sleep, Mars?"[/color] That was one big thing. She'd had it easy, since it was back centuries ago and people weren't as paranoid as they were today when she went off on her own. But today, she didn't know. She had four bedrooms in the area of three apartments she lived, Mars could easily have one of them. [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] * * * words;; 10+ xD thoughts;; bro-sis type thing going on already. xD outfit;; click! xD |
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Post by payne on Dec 19, 2010 20:05:05 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] With the physical contact between the two, or maybe it was the fact that he had been tapped into Pan's mind for the last little while, Marshal didn't freak out when she lifted him off of the ground. Of course he had no idea what was happening though he knew she was the reason behind it. young as he was, the invictius had no idea that he could do things like that with his mind. It was like a science fiction movie or something and if Marshal hadn't figured out how to bend time around him, then he wouldn't have believed that he could do something like telekinesis. Or maybe he couldn't. Maybe it was just the girls who could, or maybe Pan was only able to. Did that mean that Mars might possibly have his own special abilites? Suddenly Marshal wanted to know if he could throw fire or something extreme like that. Maybe he could lazer beams from his eyes! Marshal's mind whirled with the possible opitions as he was lifted up and then set back down on the ground. As though he were standing in her shoes, he could almost feel the way that her thoughts and ideas were zooming through her brain. So instead of being angry or shocked at what had just happneed to him, he couldn't stop himself from clapping, like it was a ride and Marshal wanted to go again.
Though Marshal wasnt used to physical contact he was perfectly fine with Pan touching his arm. Idly he listened to her voice, explaining what and invitiuc was and what it, well they, were able to do. He had already known about the part about being able to go back in time, but he didn't know about the raising the dead part. Was she serious? Marshal had the ability to zombify everyone in the graves that surrounded him? Holy Jupiter Shit! If he wanted to, he could single handedly start the zombie apocalypse and if he wanted, he could end that as well. Marshal's young mind couldn't quite grasp the vast amount of power that he held and only saw things the way that he perceved them. He didnt understand that if he so felt like it, he could easily destroy the world along with every living thing in it. That would have made any angel's blood run cold, Marshal just bubbled with excitement. As she asked it he wanted to walk, Marshal just nodded and starting walking alongside her, his thoughts still racing. Suddenly it didn't matter if he found his parents or not, he could have as many friends as he wanted in those that were dead. Sure the idea was a little creepy, but that wasn't going to stop the ten year old. Would Pan teach him to do things, and if she would, how long until they could start? When she asked about his place, Marshal shook his head. "i did, but after going outside for a while i came back and it was destroyed." He had been living in his old house, but someone had burned it down. Why, Marshal had no idea. "Do you think...do you think that I could stay with you for a while? and maybe... maybe you could teach me how to be a invicitus? I'll be really good I promise!" Marshal hoped that she would let him stay with her. Sometimes he got really afraid of the dark.
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Post by dream on Dec 19, 2010 22:17:47 GMT -6
Pandora quietly drew her hand back from Marshal, in order not to freak him out, or even overwhelm him. She felt responsibility flow into her body before she could stop it, and her motherly instincts kicked in. The instincts that told her to guard Mars with her life. He was still just a kid in some sense. His body had only been here for 10 years, despite him appearing to be a 20-year-old, Pan knew better. Smiling fondly towards the younger, though much taller Invictus, she could also feel panic seep into her system as well. What would happen now? The demons and angels both would freak if they found out that the two Invictus were together, and with each other. For support and mainly because, even if they were stronger than all the other species, she personally didn't know how much or how well Mars could fight. Pan started walking, and with Marshal right beside her, she could feel their power connect in a way. Like if someone attacked them, with one easy swipe they could easily take them out. Reassured by this, she looked back to him silently, listening to his words, clinging to every letter that escaped his lips. Concern, an emotion she was familiar with, pretty well too, knitted her brows together slightly. Let him stay with her? Hell, he could stay with her the rest of their eternal lives if he wanted! Beaming, Pandora nodded, playfully poking his arm as they walked, evading the tombstones that sometimes had just wooden crosses to mark a grave instead of the rock like they had done before the war and the demons swarmed the earth.
The young woman answered, "I'm sorry about your house...but of course you can! Why kind of person would I be if I didn't?" she asked the rhetorical question, but had a feeling he'd still answer it anyway. Smiling weakly, her eyes jerked back to the grave where she knew Lily was. Pausing, she grabbed his arm, and pointed to the grave, "See that small tombstone with the lillies on it?"
[/color] she paused, looking back to the Invictus with her, "There's a little girl there, I have a deal with her, every month or so, I let her come back and play with bubbles like she did before she...died."[/color] Pandora sighed softly, then looked to him, "Just be sure to check their mind before you fully resurrect them, because I don't think you should bring back Hitler."[/color] pausing, she inquired, "World War II guy...?"[/color] checking, just in case. He hadn't been around that long, but that didn't mean he may not have learned it before somewhere. Finally she address his inquiry earlier, as they then started walking, and Pandora then withdrew her wings back into her body, not wanting to draw attention. Making sure Mars' wings were gone too, she answered, "I'd love to, what do you want to do first? Do you know how much you can lift or push or what-ever?"[/color] That, she meant by like, lifting a car. That power usually developed early, so she presumed he might, but one never knew. Besides, she didn't really know that much about Mars. Nonetheless, she was one of her kind. They were rare, and she wanted to stay by him. Guard him from the demons who would twist him into a weapon. Guard him from the angels who would desire to have his power on their side. Either way, Pandora would kill to make sure he stayed safe. Pausing, the woman looked to the taller male quietly, "Want to start tomorrow, perhaps, rest a little? It can be easier in broad daylight, plus it won't draw as much attention as it will at night, tossing cars around like tennis balls."[/color] she smiled weakly, brushing back some of her dark hair, before looking to Mars, and falling silent, letting him speak and ask away all the questions she could feel burning at his mind. She could feel their minds shift together, their bodies instinctively eager to be close to one another, probably because this was their first Invictus ever seen by either of their eyes. Not realizing how much she was actually smiling, Pandora then gestured as they soon approached the building, "I guess you can fly all right then? I'm up on the 12th floor, c'mon."[/color] she unhined her wings, the golden sheen illuminated in the moonlight, though fortunately they didn't shine like they did in the day. Waiting for Mars, then Pandora took off, heading in through the window and landing quickly, before covering it back up with the anti-demon and anti-angel sigils she'd just placed on the one window, just for extra caution. There. Turning to Mars, she spoke, lighting a pair of soft lights, as to not draw attention to the outside world to her place, "Three apartments, into one, you can pick your bedroom, I have five, though the one with the door closed is mine."[/color] she grinned weakly. [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] * * * words;; 10+ xD thoughts;; hehe, hope it's ok. <3 outfit;; click! xD |
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Post by payne on Dec 21, 2010 6:10:17 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] Walking through the cemetary, Marshal was able just to stroll with Pan and look at his surrounding while listening to her voice/thoughts. For some reason Marshal had always felt peaceful in the cemetary and had spent quite a bit of time here over the last few months. He didn't live in the graveyard as that would just be freaky, freakier still that he knew now that he could bring anyone back from the dead. What if he was sleeping on night and accidenlty brought some people back? He didn't want to be attacked in the middle of the night. Or be branded as a even bigger wierdo for sleeping in a crypt. No, Marshal loved thtis place for the wonderful artwork that was arranged throughout the whole entire place. Plain stone, or marble headstones littered the ground, some newer than others. Some were so old that the name had been worn off completely. Besides the headstones there were little petastals with carvings of various angels ontop of them, some little cerubs and others glorious angels of mercy. That wasn't all though. Though there were many original stone or marble works, there were almost as many wooden crosses, many with no names at all, but some with tiny carvings ingraved in them. Marshal favorite cross depicted a bee fllying around the woodgrain. The first time that he had come here, he had been frightened and terrifed. It had been right after he had found his house destroyed. The 10 year old could remember that night perfectly, like he was still standing underneath a downpour with thunder clashing over head, holding what had been a piece of his kitchen table in his hands. When Pan asked the retorical question, Marshal just nodded still thinking about the day he had run into the cemetary.
The thunder was the thing that had scared him the most that night. He had no where to go at that time and he had just , not knowing where his foster parents had been in the house when it had been burned down. Marshal had done the only thing that had seemed like the logical thing to do at that time. He had ran and ran until he ended up in this cemetary. Hiding from the rain, he had sat underneath a roof of one of the cyrpts and watched the lightning flash, lighting up the details of every stone carving he could see. That's when he had started to fall in love with the cemetary. When Pandora stopped to tell him about Lily, Marshal's eyes grew big. She actually brought a little girl back from the dead every month? While she talked on, questions floated through his thoughts. How did you check someone's mind in the first place? If you only saw someone once a month, how could you be sure that they would be there the next time? For that matter, did it matter how decomposed the body was? What would happen if you brought someone back who's body had fully rotted? He opened his mouth to ask as much, but shut it tightly when she inquired about his knowledge. Though he liked her a lot, he felt heat flush his checks in a blush, and he quietly mummered under his breath, "I know who Hitler is." Though he was only ten and sometimes acted that way, it didn't mean that his twenty year old mind didn't know things. He could read and had always been curious about knowledge. When other children had been reading Robert Munch books, he had been reading as many World War 2 books as he could find.
Turning over Pan's next question in his mind, Marshal was suddenly hesitate to let her know that he barely knew anything. All he could really do was talk to her with his mind. Besides the strength and the wings he hadn't really known about anything else. The time jumping thing he had stumbled upon by accident and sometimes would work when he did it. So instead of voicing his situation with his abilites, he just shook his head. She would probably be able to read his thoughts anyway and know. As they walked, Marshal again thought about the hidden abilites he had. Would he wake up one day and discover that he could control metal, or teleport? When Pan told him that they could start tomorrow, he grabbed her hand and bounced excidedly. "Really? You mean you'll teach me? Oh Pan your so awesome!" He couldn't stop smiling then, feeling the restlessness fill his body once more. Though he hadn't sleep for a day, he knew that he wouldn't sleep again because of the excitment. It was like he just found out that Christmas was tomorrow or something. Watching her wings unfurl, Marshal's soon followed. pushing off the ground, he launched himself up to the room and as soon as he was inside, drew his wings back into himself. Staring around him, he slowly walked around the room before heading down a hallway, and looking into the rooms along the way, finally picked one. "you mean I can have my own room? Like I can stay stay with you?" Marshal had thought that Pan was only going to let him stay the night. "Does anyone else live here with you?"
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TUNES seven drunken nights, flogging molly
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Post by dream on Dec 21, 2010 10:17:26 GMT -6
With their paces matching neatly, the female Invictus allowed her thoughts to travel slightly, in an attempt to ignore the ones of Mars. She was in fact curious about his thoughts, but they were his thoughts in general. Pan heard his thoughts ever so slightly about bringing back the dead. A small smile appeared on her lips. It varied, most of the time she put in the extra effort to heal their bodies and restore them so that they appeared to be like just before they died, human. She'd even toyed with the idea of going to the cemetery in Europe where she knew her husband lay, Hannibal, and talk to him. That would be an interesting reunion. If his soul hadn't already been reincarnated, then that would just be annoying, and she would have difficulty trying to bring his body back to life and have an actual conversation with him. She had wanted to apologize for accidentally killing him, having not known what she could do at that time. Teeth gnawed softly on the bottom lip, but ceased before the pink flesh in her mouth could taste the bitter, metallic taste of her own blood. Blood was appealing to her in some sense, but it must be the Validus side speaking. It served its purpose to keep them alive, oxygen running to different parts of their body, for every species, demons, angels, et cetra. Pan ruffled her hair slightly in an attempt to not only get it out of her face, but also to rub away the soft throbbing that had appeared in her head. Then again, demons and Validus always abused their power in order to obtain blood, or just to be able to feel it on their skin. Why, she wasn't completely sure, or that she just didn't want to admit it to her consciousness. That was most likely the reason as to why she wouldn't know, her mind didn't really want to admit it.
Suddenly, at Mars' whisper, she paused, hearing the whisper, and she wrapped an arm around him, and quickly spoke, "I know...I'm sorry. It's just..." she frowned, "I'm not sure just how much you know. It varies from person to person, even though we know more, a lot more, I just didn't know if you studied World War II or not."
[/color] she sighed, "Sorry, Mars."[/color] she released his arm, wanting to be sure that he knew she was sincerely sorry. She hadn't meant to hurt his feelings, but it was true. Invictus learned fast, but she wasn't sure if he had started from the beginning of time and worked, with every detail up to the present-day, which she knew would take a moderate deal of time. Pandora then looked to her window as they approached the building, and grinned at Marshal's words, "Course I'll teach you, I really can't wait!"[/color] she grinned brightly, as they headed up to her place. Upon landing, she turned around, letting Mars in before she closed the window with a door made out of wooden planks put together, painted with strong anti-demon sigils on them, just to be sure no one was getting in here. She then latched it shut, since she had wanted to be sure even for an angel or someone it would be harder to get in here. Turning, opening a door to her place, she grinned, "There's tons of books here too, from the library and what I've gotten over the years, enjoy those, I've already read them."[/color] she grinned sheepishly, feeling like she was a child again with Mars around. Which she certainly didn't mind. Following Mars quietly, though giving him plenty of space, as she walked, Pan's wings folded up and rested neatly close to her back. Here, she enjoyed walking around in the large areas of her place with her wings out, the one place she felt pretty darn safe, considering she'd left the church, especially in order to give a young blonde girl a place to stay, the girl with the dog. Shaking her head softly, Pan perked when Mars picked a room, and spoke. A grin appeared on her features before she could stop it, "Yeah."[/color] She checked the room he'd picked, and she mused, "This is your place now too, Mars, we can go out tomorrow and you can get some stuff to make it your own."[/color] Pan grinned, then tilted her head at his inquiry. Did others live with her? Well, there was Azrael, but he didn't need to worry about him. Hesitating, she grinned weakly, though shook her head, "Not really...there's a close friend of mine who comes here, but only spends the night once in awhile. Don't worry about him, he'll only be here when I'm here. Course, we can get roommates if you'd like."[/color] she grinned, teasing, before nodding, "But no, no one lives with me, I just keep these rooms up for visitors which I get once in awhile, but this is your room now, you want something to eat or drink, Mars?"[/color] She felt, motherly in a sense. Like she wanted to do everything that she could do Mars in order to be sure he was safe and happy. Patting his arm gently, Pan grinned weakly, then headed back out, and gestured to the massive display case filled with books, "Here are the books, help yourself if you want to look through some."[/color] [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] * * * words;; 10+ xD thoughts;; it was just fine. <3 mars is so cute. i haven't had muh caffeine, so mine might be weird. O.o outfit;; click! xD |
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Post by payne on Dec 23, 2010 3:34:13 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] Staring at his new room, at his new home, and his new friend, was a little too much for the young Invicitus. Though his body was twenty and at some times his mind was that of a forty year old, his emotions and grasp of things was that of a ten year old. A very lonely and misguised, and unloved ten year old. The simple act alone of Pan accepting his friendship was something that he would cherish by it self. The fact that she had offered a home and a grasp of the knowledge that he would need to survive was another all together. Small tears of joy and gratefulness slid down his cheek, and Marshal quickly wiped it away before she could see. Walking through his room, Marshal placed a hand on the wall and slid his skin across it's surface feeling the paint underneath his fingertips. Tomorrow they would go shopping and pick up things to make it his. His own room. What did he want to put it in? His mind started to whirl with the ideas about the marrow and all the new fun adventures it would bring with Pan at his side. A smile replaced the tears, and he beamed at Pan, who still had her wings out. Thinking for a second, Marshal let his own wings back out, knowing that if it was safe for Pan to keep hers out, then he could keep his out too. Plus it was a constant reminder that he wasn't alone anymore. And that he had a friend.
Of course he was a little bit suprised to hear that there was another that was going to be sharing this place with then, but the way that Pan talked about this guy, he had a feeling that eventually, he would okay with him around him. Though he did like men better than women, they did tend to asshole around Marshal, not accepting his sexual preferance. It would take some getting used to of course, but Marshal would face any problems that would occur sooner or later. When Pan asked him if he wanted anything to eat or drink, Marshal shook his head. "I'm fine." He cast his eyes around his new home and followed her outside of his room and ran a finger over the book spines. "It already feels like home. "
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TUNES seven drunken nights, flogging molly
NOTES - i made it short cause we said that this thread is closed now?
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