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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 0:21:40 GMT -5
It was odd....why could he only find his wife's grave and not his son's? Heck his grave was next to her's! Course....he could understand why everyone thought he was dead. But that didn't explain why Peter's body wasn't there! His son would've been buried where they were, they were a family. A child shouldn't be separated from their mother, even in death. How he wished he could be with them....but he couldn't. Killing himself wouldn't get him to them...if anything...it would probably hinder him.
"Oh please...spare me these thoughts and get over it!!!" the dark voice moaned in disgust.
"How about you shut up for a change?!" Roger hissed back in a low voice. "I know a demon can't understand feelings or anything but even for you this is ridiculous!"
"HEY!!! I ain't the one who went snooping in things he shouldn't have!"
"So how'd ya get in this current predicament huh?!" the demon didn't speak and for a few moments, Roger let the silence go along. Though he soon laughed lightly. "That's what I thought. Just leave me be for a bit in silence."
".....Fine...." the demon certainly didn't sound happy course Roger couldn't blame him.
Taking a seat under the shade of a tree, a light sigh left him. Finally some peace in his head. That was what he needed above all. The only way to be rid of the demon was to lose the arm course....that wouldn't really be a benefit.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 1:06:42 GMT -5
Oracle of Shadow and Light - Lucy Cavendish. Card Nine - Three Witchy Sisters "Power of Three" The city was busy with both the mundane beings and the ones that had already passed away. The ghosts, or spirits, moved as if they were alive, acted as if they were alive, but they knew they were not alive deep down. They never came to the final stage of grief: Acceptance. It was normal for the young women however, as she saw these spirits everyday. What bothered her about the city really was it was too crowded at times, to many people ready to bump into her. Several times the Nobel French girl almost froze, almost broke down, simply because they were so close to touching her. They never did, but she had to leave, she had to escape. Clutching her bag, which at the time was a wolf shaped animal bag, she left the crowded streets and roads of the city and entered the green, quiet park. The white, flowy dress trailed behind her ever so softly as she moved forward, her white boots making sound with each step and her silver hair bounced softly against her back. It was a nice day, and it shouldn't rain. If it did, she did not prepare her self for it at all. Humming softly a classical song, she paid no mind to those laying in the grass. They were not any threat to her personal space, and those walking ahead of her or behind her were too far. She found a safe haven from the chaotic life of humans. As safe as it can be considering the world of magic and monsters she was never aware of. Dull, light purple eyes closed half way, and as she began to approach a bench near a tree, she opened a bag and pulled out two boxes. One had a drawing of a medieval farmer girl leaning against a brick wall, and the other showed a silver haired women with piercing, ice blue eyes and purple wings with lightning stealing though them on her back. The young women was not paying attention to where she was going, and she tripped. With a crash and a loud yelp, the second box fell to the ground, opening and scattering large cards. Some flew into the grass, and one in particular landed near the man sitting against a tree. this one showed three sisters. All with black hair and dull, stripped dresses and pointed hats; all with pale skin and silver eyes. Power radiated from the card, but it went unnoticed to mundane beings. The women was gathering those closest to her as fast as she could, bit when her eyes landed on the card, her eyes went wide in surprise, as the three witchy sisters, to her, quiet literally rise out of the card and floated over to the man underneath the tree, circling him and than vanishing like pale ghosts. What did it mean? He looked human enough, nothing strange about him. So what was the card trying to say? Her action of gathering cards was further postponed as she was trying to figure the riddle our her self with minimum interaction.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 1:22:30 GMT -5
"Wait....what's that?" the dark voice asked.
"What's what...." Roger muttered in a low voice.
"Oh yeah.......you can't sense nothing can ya?"
Roger was about to snap but he soon notice something. There was a card on the ground, one of those...oh what were they called. Tarot cards? Yeah. Roger had seen them and heard them before but he didn't know they meant. Not at all. Course he soon saw a girl who was collecting them, he tilted his head. Picking it up with his normal hand, he held it out to her.
"Is this yours?" Roger asked.
White hair was something that was rare...but.....it was still possible. After all she could still just be a human who liked those cards. Along with understand them. Course it was possible for her to be something not human. Considering the fact that his bandaged arm wasn't that of a human anymore.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 1:43:07 GMT -5
The Three Witchy Sisters were attracted to energies that were powerful and distorted; they sought out to correct it, to change it, but despite having the knowledge of the celestial side of things, they could never figure out energies on their own. It took three, and three events would occur, and they would repeat until the lesson was learned and until the energy was 'norm'. This was what the three represented, but deep down there was more hidden meanings, and Celeste's guts were telling her something was strange about the man, that he wasn't quiet human. She pushed it aside, gulping the uneasiness as the man picked up the card and handed it to her. She shakily took the card, trying to avoid their fingers and hand touching.
There was a soft, timid voice answering his question. "Y-yes...t-this is mine..." Her voice shook just as her hand, and eventually, just as the card did. Collecting the cards and carefully, and delicately, she put them together again, making a fairly large deck of cards. Putting them back into their box she stood. Something did seem strange, but she couldn't put a finger on it. Shyly she looked around, hugging the bag close to her chest, before she looked at him thoufh silver bangs. She wanted to dins out what was different, bit she was scared, it would show as well that she was scared and shy.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 1:56:54 GMT -5
Releasing the car as soon as her fingers touched it, he pulled his hands back. She certain was timid. Course he couldn't blame her. After all, his worn out clothes and torn trench coat along with a hand that was completely bandaged all the way up the arm underneath the trench coat sleeve was a cause for anyone to be spooked by his appearances. Being thin wasn't helping either due to going without food for several days at a time as well.
"Are you alright?" Roger asked.
"Why do you care?! She doesn't even know you nor you." the demon's voice echoed.
Please....shut up... Roger thought back.
Some people were just a nervous soul, he could understand that. Everyone was different and really that was how it was best. Even if many didn't see it that way. Deciding that giving her space would help, he leaned back against the tree. Putting a gap between them so the girl would have more room to herself. That might help.....reaching with his normal hand, he grabbed hold of under his shoulder where the demon's arm was connected to his shoulder. Stupid thing always hurt.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 9:37:57 GMT -5
Celeste slowly studied the man. He looked to be poor in his life. His clothing was old and torn, and if she looked closely enough she could notice he was very thin. What happened to him? Perhaps the energy got distorted because he was in poor shape? Maybe she could offer him a place to stay....But she hardly knew him. It wouldn't really bother the girl as long as he didnt touched her really. He could be kn one end of the home and her in another. Her parents did have a big house here even though they were mostly in their home country, but there was the occasional time they did work. What rheybdjd Celeste still didn't know even after they were long gone.
Shaking her head she snapped her self back into the moment. He asked her if she was alright, and on top of that he leaned against the tree, keeping her where she was and giving her her space. This set the girl at ease a bit more. A shy smile twitched onto her face."I-i am alright Monsieur...but are you? T-they card hints s-somsthing isn't right....." A soft French accent came into play here; it wasn't heavy but it was enough for one to notice. Perhaps she should offer him a full reading?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 13:34:29 GMT -5
Monsieur? That was French...he only had heard that word and one other that he knew was French. At least the girl smiled, it seemed giving her space was what she wanted and needed. Was he alright? Oh that was a hard thing. He couldn't tell her about the demon and the arm that would just scare her further. Though he tilted his head when she said that the cards hinted at something wrong. Besides he was also in bad shape from not eating everyday. It was just how things went.
"I'm alright." Roger answered. "What do you mean hinted at?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 13:50:11 GMT -5
Celeste often forgot that others sometimes didn't see what she did, or understood the cards like she did. It was also hard for her to explain what she meant sometimes, not only because of her shy personality, but because it was just hard for some people to wrap their minds around it. Fidgeting slightly, trying to figure a way to explain to him. "W-well y-you see.... In a way t-the cards speak to me i-in different ways....T-the card you picked up represented power..o-or e-energy. T-the Three Witchy Sisters t-they try to figure out energies...a-and try to fix it. B-be it something is bothering you or...be it that your being haunted...." her voice got softer and softer the longer she spoke.
She knew he wasn't alright being so thin from what she could tell. And his cloths also hinted at it. Celeste felt sorry; she didn't know what troubles he may be facing, and she may never know seeing as she came from a home with maids and butlers and fancy clothing. As much as she tried, her running away couldn't really be considered that. She ran from the home in France, but some maid and butlers went with her to the house she inherited... The man could dedfintly stay there and he could definitely keep the maid and butlers off her by just being in the shape he was in now. They would definitely take care of him. Her mind trailed off. Perhaps she tripped on purpose and the cards were telling her that this was the first event to help his energy around him to be fixed.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 13:58:37 GMT -5
Well she could be a supernatural with that ability. Before he learned about Axium and forcefully had his left arm replaced, he wouldn't have believed it. But now, he did. People had gifts or they just weren't human. She looked human enough but he wouldn't push the possibility of her having another form to the side. Hearing her words on what the card meant, a light sigh left him as he adjusted his position though still remained leaning against the tree.
"Well, I wouldn't doubt either of those." Roger answered.
"In a way you are haunted. Haha!" the dark voice laughed in his head.
Oh shut up. Roger thought back.
Haunted? Probably...stuck with the demon could be classified as that. Plus his own grief over being the reason his wife and 'son' were dead; course his son was alive just not to his knowledge. So those could be what was haunting. The bothering him was the demon, always going on and on.
"Not sure if what's wrong can be fixed easily." Roger added after a moment.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 14:22:01 GMT -5
Snapping back into reality once again, Celeste blinked. So something was wrong, and both situations were most likely happening. She didn't push or ask shat was going on. There was no need to. It was his life. They hardly knew each other, hell they didn't even know each others names. "Well monsieur....i-i am willing to help with either situation..."
After awhile he added something. He thought it couldn't be easily fixed? Shaking her head. Things could be fixed, easy or hard. "a-agsin I am willing to help....It may not be easy, but it never hurts to try..."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 14:38:26 GMT -5
Doesn't hurt to try....that was something he knew well. Course it was harder in his case now. It was hard to fight the insanity that the demon could bring on at any moment. Could he be fixed? One way to fix part of the problem was to take the arm off. That would most likely get the demon to go away wouldn't it? Alas....if he did that then he would have only one arm and that was going to be even harder to get used to. Raising his left arm, he turned his dark brown gaze to the bandaged hand, revealing it to Celeste in a way. She could probably noticed that it was bigger than his right hand, heck the whole bandaged arm was bigger than his right arm.
"I'm really not sure what there is that can be helped." Roger said as he lowered it, placing it over his lap. "It's been like this for a great deal of time....I don't recall the exact amount of years."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 15:48:41 GMT -5
Celeste watched his arm quietly. Something was wrong, but the girl who knew nothing of the world creatures didn't know what it truely was. All she knew was an accident of some sort. Perhaps that is why. All the more reason he needed help. By now the timid girl was set on this. This was what the card was hinting, she could feel deep with in her. She didn't understand, she didn't know how, she just knew. This was what she had to do.
Shaking her head, her voice sounded stronger now that she had a goal in mind. "You need to give it a try...I will do everything I can to help. Please...just try...and I will too....my name is Celeste Decline."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 16:17:57 GMT -5
"I'm Roger." Roger answered.
No point in giving her his last name. He was dead to the world....that was just how it was now. HOw could she help though? True she clearly had a ability of sorts but...but how? How could anything help him? Hamlet was a friend but...but even the imp was scared of him due to know just what could happen.
"There is a danger in trying, you're offering to help me without even knowing what is wrong." Roger started. "Are you really sure you want to do that?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 16:33:56 GMT -5
Roger. That was a common name, yet it was some how unique with different people. Celeste shook her head as he tried to decline her invdntstion of helping by saying she wasn't aware of the danger. She was in trouble once, she was indanfered before, so how could this be any different? This couldn't be worse. Eyes glazing at the thought of the last she shook her self out of it again.
"I don't care what danger you speak of, you...you're nice and friendly and you deserve help. A place to stay, to bathe, to eat...I am sure j want to help..."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 16:41:47 GMT -5
"You might as well show her." the voice retorted. "She'll learn eventually."
What should he do...? This would be a good way to repay Hamlet. To give the imp something of a place to live where his life could be easy. But....what of the insanity? The demon liked to pull at his mind to where he'd snap. It wasn't good. Grabbing hold of the bandage with his good hand, he paused. Should he? She would learn eventually wouldn't she..? Yes....she'd have to leave eventually. Pulling the bandage, it unwraveled and thus revealed the larger, thicker red skinned and claws hand. Holding it up so she could see, he glanced at her.
"Are you still sure about that?" Roger asked. "It's not my arm....my original arm was cut off and this one was sewn on by very bad people. It belongs to a demon and somehow, part of that demon's mind clinged to it and now, he's a annoying voice in my head that can cause me to lose control and pretty much go insane. I can't control the strength or the powers very well that came with it. Are you still sure about helping?"
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