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 PostPosted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 1:40 pm Reply with quote        
Want to write out something that happens during any time skips? Or another piece having something to do with the Magical Girl Roleplay? Well, here's the place to do it!

Everyone with a story about this universe is free to post it here.

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 PostPosted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 1:41 pm Reply with quote        
Aiden Houlton: Origins

It was a typical day at Ironbridge Middle School, and Aiden Houlton was making his way back to class when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. Before he could turn around, he was slammed into a locker.

Aiden felt the cool metal of the locker against his cheek as the unknown assailant pinned him to it with his elbow. It didn’t take him long to figure out who it was. Redmond McCullough- the same boy who had been doing things like this ever since he moved to the Ironbridge area in third grade. “You do know I’ll get you back for this one day.” Aiden growled through the side of his mouth that wasn’t pressed against anything. He could feel his assailant tense up, as if he had hit a nerve with the larger boy.

“You SHUT UP!” Red screamed, digging his elbow into the other boy’s back even harder. Aiden hissed in pain and Red leaned in, whispering in his ear. “You’ll always be smaller.” He moved his arm from his back and grabbed Aiden’s long hair, throwing the scrawny boy to the ground. “Accept it.” Red glared at Aiden as he walked away from the boy that was sprawled on the ground. The bell for the next class had rung, and Aiden quickly recovered, picking his books up before the hallways became crowded with a mass of bodies.

Nobody would know what happened just a moment ago. And Aiden was fine with that. Because one day, he would be the one looking down at Red. He didn’t know how long it would take, but he was more than fine with waiting. Who knew that he would be offered that chance only a few days later?

”I have been watching you, Aiden. You want power. Recognition for the genius that you are. And I would be willing to help you along. Join me, Aiden…. Join me and become a ruler of this pitiful world.”

That’s what the strange man said to him while he was walking down the street. Of course, he thought that the well-dressed person was crazy. The two engaged in small talk for a minute or so, and then he was left with the invitation to get power, and an address if he was interested. He had no clue what he wanted, and knew nothing about the man except for his name… Malygris. It was a strange name. One he had never heard before in his life. Must be foreign. He shrugged off the thought and pocketed the card with the address on it. He chose not to tell his parents about it. They would just give him a “stranger danger” speech despite the fact that he was 13 and knew all about not talking to strangers. Something about the man seemed honest, though. Like he really meant what he was saying.

So he did what he always did when a question baffled him- he went to the web. Slowly, conspiracy groups started to pop up in his searches, briefly mentioning the things that Malygris spoke of. Vilos, Misus, and other words started to show everywhere, proving that maybe this man wasn’t as insane as Aiden thought he was at first. And maybe… he was telling the truth.

After a week of careful thought, he knocked on the man’s penthouse door, deciding to accept his offer. Malygris seemed pleased and brought the boy in. Then it was explained- everything about the schism of the Anthropos, the mission of the Misus, and the request to join the fight. Aiden said yes, and Malygris handed him a pocket watch with a large ruby in the middle. “This is the source of all of your powers.” Malygris explained to him, “Keep it with you at all times.” Aiden nodded slowly, taking everything that had just been explained to him in. He knew that he was now part of a much larger picture. But other than that, the power to take on Red was now his… he would just have to wait for the perfect moment…

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Bellasandra Lacrux: Origins

It was a typical weekend for Bella, well as typical as the weekends were with her uncle Damian. He was a drunkard always drinking whatever woes he supposedly had away. For the past couple of years he had taken to hitting her whenever he was pissed over something. It usually wasn’t too bad a few bruises she could lie off to her parents as bullying from school over her glasses or something. She knew better than to try and tell them the truth. Her father would probably believe her, her mother on the other hand would have an outright fit saying that her brother was a saint and other such things. Such was the life for Bella though.

“Hello uncle.” She said as she walked into her home taking her helmet off. It was her sixteenth birthday and her parents had surprised her that morning with her very own scooter to get around on. Of course as she passed by she noticed her uncle was already passed out three bottles of whiskey and a half empty one sitting on the floor by his chair. She rolled her eyes and went to her room to basically stay for the weekend as per her normal routine. She loaded up two computers and set WoW to start loading on one and started on her homework on the other. It wasn’t long before she was done with her weekend homework and engrossed in WoW shutting out basically anything that didn’t pertain to it.

Of course shutting out everything wasn’t her best idea seeing what happened not long after that. Broken and bruised blood drying up on her lip and one eye swollen shut she lied to the police. Saying a group of people from school had jumped her and the screaming that the neighbor’s had heard was a movie she had up too loud. One of the officers kept giving her uncle odd looks but she assured them that he hadn’t done anything wrong. The police accepted her statement and her parents were home the next day her father trying his damnedest to get more out of her but not succeeding.

The next time her parents went out of town Bella said she would be staying with friends that weekend. It was a lie of course but her parents didn’t need to know that. She found an abandoned construction site and set up camp. It was storming after all and she didn’t feel like returning home with a cold for no reason. ”Hello dear child.” A man’s voice said from behind her which sent a chill up her spine. Attempting to fight him at first but calming after not a single one of her punches or kicks landed she stopped. “Who are you?” Was all she could ask, the man called himself Malygris and she couldn’t help but start to have a sense of calm as he spoke. He told her of the Misus and how he could give her the power to truly crush those that would cause her harm. It didn’t take her long to accept the offer of power.

She wanted revenge on the man that had taken the most precious thing she had away from her. How she would go about it she didn’t know at the moment but she would figure something out. The next thing she knew an onyx snake pendant was handed to her and she was told it was the source of her magical abilities and to never remove it. After that Malygris had disappeared and Bella began to figure out her powers.

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 PostPosted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 3:04 am Reply with quote        
CPHF (NSFW)

This is the second part of this. While it is not necessary to read, it helps to get the whole mood going.

This is a Christmas present collab between Nuklearsamurai and Atraea for the MGRP members, and it is long over due, and we apologize. Due to time constraints and other factors in real life, this work is UNFINISHED, but will be completed in due time.

Also, I got special permission from the mods to post this, under the condition I put a big-ass disclaimer, and made the font itself tiny. To read this story, you will need to either quote it, or copy-paste it into a word processor.

LOOK AT THIS FUCKING DISCLAIMER: THIS IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES. CONTAINS ADULT SITUATIONS. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED. IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH CONSENTING ADULTS HAVING RELATIONS, OR JUST PLAIN DON'T LIKE SMUT, DON'T READ.

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Nephytis was still lounging on the couch, crowding the end-table with wine glasses when Malygris walked in the room, loosening his tie. He seemed all but unaware of her presence until he'd reached the opposite side of the room. He stopped dead in his tracks, raising a hand to grasp the threshold, before slowly turning around to meet her gaze.

“What, pray tell, are you still doing here.”

Nephytis grinned smugly, toying with the hem of her little black dress. “Nothing. Why?”

Malygris stalked over to her, his gait slow and deliberate. When he reached the love seat, he grasped the arm and back of it, leaning down into her face as she had done so many times past. She resisted the urge to lean back into the chair, instead meeting his gaze and staring straight back at him, a grin still on her face. When Malygris spoke, his voice was tinged with the dark, hollowed sound Nephytis would recognize as his true voice, not that of the skin he wore. His eyes glowed a darker, more ominous violet than hers.

“Get. Out.”

Nephytis' grin slightly faded, and her lips parted, allowing a small shudder to escape from between. The urge to lean back seemed stronger than ever, as Malygris' significant presence and aura manifested.

Not one to be outdone, the violet light behind her eyes burned brightly, and her coy grin returned to her face. Her aura quietly billowed into being, ethereal darkness rolling off of the contours of her body. She gazed at him from below her brow, and the grin on her lips abated as she opened her mouth to speak, wetting her lips with her tongue before doing so. The voice that came forth was not as sonorous or confident, but possessed the same hollow quality.

“Or what.”

Taken aback by her audacity, Malygris brought himself up to his full height, towering over the reclining, buxom figure before him. That someone would deny his command in his own home was unthinkable to him, but then this was no casual someone. This was Nephytis. She alone amongst all the beings in existence past and present could stand against him with that infuriating grace. Forever the seductress she toyed with him and despite all his plans remained adamantly opposed to him, even without uttering a word. They had been locked in this repartee, thrust and parry, sidestepping the others lunge only to have their own riposte immediately countered. Over the eons it had become second nature to them both, and now, with both of them having imbibed more than their fair share of fine wines and liqueurs, they would go at each other again.

“Or I will toss you onto the street corner where you belong.” He replied, turning from her body before he could be further beckoned by her alluring figure.

Nephytis shot up from her seat, and her aura flared for but a second at the remark, before slowly dying down. She took a few breaths, trying to regain composure, obfuscating her simmering rage. Among the thoughts that ran through her head, “How dare he,” and “Who does he think he is,” were among the first. However, she took a minute to truly consider what he said and the way he said it; namely the fact that he backed away from her face, and that for Malygris, calling her a whore was not a very inspired retort. But it wasn't until the last second when he turned from her that she noticed something in his eyes. A small flicker of an acute discomfort, one that she was very familiar with...and he was not. She eyed him for a minute or two, biting at the right corner of her bottom lip. She crept up behind him, heels faintly clicking against the floor, and gingerly traced a finger along the weary slopes of his shoulders.

“Not all of us operate from street corners, I am sure you realize.” She circled around to his front, her finger trailing along his collar to his black tie, which hung loosely off to the side. “The trash stationed there does it for the money, and nothing more.” She took it between her fingers, and plucked it off of him, before dropping it to the floor. “I however,” she continued, “have a bit of a fascination with the act of human intercourse. There is a certain artistry there; a connotation and intricacy not given to anything else in their society.” She faced him, her eyes meeting his, searching them for any reaction to her words before continuing.

“I have always had a fascination with the reproductive rituals of the various species we have encountered, and intercourse in general but...Human intercourse is a paradox I feel deserves special mention.” She turned from him, taking a few slow steps away from him, smoothing out the dress, paying special attention tot he areas around her waist, hips, and buttocks, and continued. “The act is desired by some, yet vehemently reviled by others. It can be performed with anyone, regardless of gender, but if the genders are the same, it is 'wrong.'” She stroked the bare skin of her shoulder, her fingers trailing down her limbs and back up, “It can be tender, gentle, pleasurable and civilized...” She then grabbed at the strap of the dress, ripping it off, causing part of the dress to fall, exposing the smooth slope of her shoulder and shoulder blade, “...Or detached, violent, painful and barbaric.” She let the dress sit there broken for a while, making sure Malygris got a good look before letting the strap repair itself. She wrapped her arms around her frame, squeezing tightly, “It can be reserved for a one, an only...ones matched by the powers that be, bonded by their very souls,” her grip loosened a bit. “Or perhaps one of many, all met in the same night. Or further, and this is the one I find myself a bit preoccupied with...” Nephytis turned slightly, looking at him just over her shoulder, from the corner of her eye. “Someone you loathe and despise to the very core of your being. Is that not the most profoundly confusing and interesting thing?” She turned to him fully now, leaning against the back of the couch, her curves under the little black dress she wore in his full view, her hair draped over one shoulder. “That humans have the capacity to hate someone so much that they cannot help but be attracted to them?”

Malygris trembled ever so slightly under her touch. As she spoke, he listened raptly, yet feigned disinterest to the best of his abilities. Despite his contempt for this loathsome wretch, he could not bear to meet her eyes. His eyes roamed her body, lingering on the curvature of her hips, the soft lines of her legs, noting how the fabric of her dress clung to her skin, moving up her torso, over the supple curves of her breasts, as she turned her back and exposed her shoulders, his breath shuddered ever so slightly in his throat. When she turned back to him, he turned his head from her, closing his eyes, trying to deny himself the here-to-fore unknown urges that were racing across his mind and body. It was enraging that he should ever feel, much less in such a manner towards Nephytis. His eyes closed, his mind racing, inhaled slowly only to be met with the intoxicating aroma of her perfume. It was pervasive in the air, its scent wafting off of her lithe frame.

“Had it always been this strong?”he wondered, anger and desire building into one tempest inside him. Facing her full on for the first time that night, he met her eyes, the malice between them palpable. In an instant Malygris understood what was happening.

“She wants this.” He thought. “So be it.” Advancing swiftly across the room, his own aura billowing behind him, he took Nephytis in his arms and embraced the infernal seductress with arms and mouth.

Nephytis reveled in Malygris' confusion and obvious discomfort. She knew the ball was in her court now, that she was the one in control. When Malygris advanced toward her, she received him vigorously, her aura ablaze, and perched herself up on the back of the couch and wrapping her legs around his frame. She gripped the collar of his shirt, kissing him furiously, assailing his mouth with her tongue and ravaging his lips with her teeth.

After a few moments Nephytis pushed him back, allowing them both time to catch their breath. Her bosom heaved and her breath was shuddered and short. The light in her eyes burned with an intangible need that she could not describe. The two stared at one another, a tension pervading the air. She had succeeded in her initial endeavor. She had seen that Malygris could physically experience burning desire. This proved that he was connected, attached, and a little too comfortable in his skin, something the Misus did not want, for fear it would consume him, rendering him unfocused and ultimately useless.

What she hadn't intended on was feeling the same way. She wasn't initially going to give herself to him. And yet, there she was, perched on the back of his couch, legs splayed apart, eyes aglow and aura simmering, gasping for breath. There was certain frustration she was feeling; a pressure building inside of her, and she yearned for release. A release that he, and only he, could provide. Malygris either picked up on this or became impatient, because it wasn't much longer before he pressed forward, sliding his hands up her thighs and under her dress and cupping her backside, pulling her into him once more.

Nephytis had been so lost in her thoughts she had no time to react before his lips and tongue crashed into hers, moving under her chin and into her neck. He tasted her sweat, his teeth grazing her skin as he gnawed at her neck. A small moan escaped her lips, and she realized she was far beyond trying to comprehend these feelings now. All she could now do was swallow what he gave her.

She arched her back and grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging him downward to her yielding bosom. His eyes glanced upward at her, and she bit her lips before nodding. Just as he was about to partake of her succulence, her grip on his hair tightened, and she jerked his head upward, smirking. She snaked her other arm around his shoulders, and with a burst of strength, yanked him over the couch, sending them rolling into the cushions with her on top of him. She removed the arm around his shoulder, but kept a firm grip on his hair. Using the free hand, she traced her fore finger from the tip of his nose, past his cupid's bow, tracing his lips before slipping it into his mouth. She smiled and bit her lip, pressing the finger on his tongue, removing it in the instance he decided to bite it. She let it delineate to the buttons of his dress shirt, slowly unbuttoning them, planting a kiss on his bare chest after each one. She spoke quietly between each instance, her voice breathy and tinged with lust as they dripped from her mouth.

“You want this. You want me.” When she had undone the last button, she ran her hands up his chest, spreading the shirt apart, exposing him. She leaned down to his ear, running her tongue along the outside and nibbling at his lobe, before filling his ear with breathy whispers. “I...loathe you. With every fiber of this skin I am in, to the very depths of my being. Your gait is always a step ahead of mine. Despite your mistakes, Forsa has given you a mountain of chances to correct them, whereas she makes me pay dearly for mine. You were always smarter. Wiser. Stronger, than I ever was, and could be. I promised myself time and time again, that I would surpass you somehow. That even in times dire, I would not need you for anything.” She moved away from his ear, propping herself up on her elbows, centimeters from his face. While her face held an expression of sexual craving with an undertone of contempt, as she spoke, the violet flames in her eyes burned with a softness foreign to Malygris and Nephytis herself. “But damn it, if I don't need you now.”

Nephytis sat up, pulling Malygris up by his jacket, so that she straddled his lap. She propped herself up on her knees, allowing him to savagely indulge in her bosom as he ran his hands up her sides and down her back. Nephytis shivered under his touch, shudders and sighs slipping from her mouth. Through her gasps, she gripped his hair, tugging just enough to change the angle of his head. The violet burn of his gaze pierced her, irked that she insisted upon impeding him. She glared back at him, catching her breath before speaking, her voice strained and dry. “Surely you have a bedroom. I should think this is beneath us both, wouldn't you agree? Drunkenly engaging in one another on your living room couch in front of that wretched glass pane?”



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 PostPosted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 1:04 am Reply with quote        
Spoke, Listened, and Left. (The Anthropos, The First Three, and how they were the catalysts for everything that came after)
btw, this is from the smutty rp, but I really liked this part, and it's pretty relevant lore, so here ya go.
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Nephytis stared at the wall while she listened to what Jack had to say. She chuckled. "*sigh* Martha. At least she put it in a way you would understand it..." She leaned back on the other side of the tub, the milky water obscuring everything from her shoulders and downward. She stared at the water for a few moments gathering her thoughts, and when she finally spoke, she didn't look up.
"Jack. Do you like stories? Because I have one for you, if you're willing to listen." When she didn't hear hims tir, she continued.

"Eons and ages ago, before your time, that of your mother, grandmother, and everyone before hers, on this planet, there was an omnipresent collective. A race meandering throughout the cosmos, called the Antrhopos. Though the powers of the Anthropos were vast indeed, they resigned themselves role of great observers; to be present to all that was, is and will be. They watched as countless world were born, witnessed how the worlds and everything within them lived, and eventually died. More and more, these worlds were dying by the hands of the inhabitants. And the Antrhopos did nothing but watch."

She paused, to make sure Jack was getting everything,a dn then continued, her voice a little quieter, as if she didn't want certain interested parties to hear. "And then...an Antrhopos spoke up. 'Why do we just watch? Why do we sit back and let these creatures destroy themselves? Surely there is some we can do!' But it was for naught. No one would listen. But the rebellious one kept on. The rest of them merely ignored them, or drowned them out with the rest of their voices. But soon, that wasn't enough. Soon, other Antrhopos heard the first one's voice among the hum. They listened. They wondered, '...why can't we? Maybe we should!' Soon ehre were enough voices that wanted to do, instead of watch. So they did. They saved worlds. Saved many...for awhile."

Her brow furrowed. "But then...The Anthropos that spoke first began to wonder...how many of these worlds deserved it? It wondered perhaps...maybe not all worlds needed saving. Maybe even that...the cosmos was better without. So it spoke again. Louder. Harsher. And it wouldn't stop, so the other Anthropos did what they did before. Spoke over them. But this one...didn't stop this time. Only grew louder. Some to her began to agree again." Nephytis' hair fell in front of her face. "...and then one day...it was quiet." Her voice was soft, and monotone. "The Anthropos Who Spoke, was cast out. Given a new name."




"...and like that, Forsa was gone."




"The Anthropos Who Listened, tried to heed Forsa's words. Tried to speak, but was silenced and cast out as well. Centuries after Forsa fell...Malygris fell too."




There was about a minute of silence before Nephytis spoke again, as if she was contemplating the next words, very closely. "The Antrhopos Who Left," she glanced up, brushed her wet hair from her face, smiling feebly.




"They called me Nephytis. I did not fall. I jumped."

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Bella and the Cat Lady

It was a couple days after the Halloween showdown; Bella had healed rather well despite the severity of her burn wounds of course she thanked her magical abilities tenfold for that. If she didn’t have them the healing process would have taken much longer and been far more painful. She was in the garage training with it open seeing as her parents were out of town and the cool air was nice after a few good rounds at the punching bag.

It was a that moment a cat ran between her legs tripping her. “FUCKING AT WHERE ARE YOU I SWEAR!” She yelled getting up from the floor looking for the feline that had broke her concentration. “Oh dear me I’m sorry did little Patches trip you up dear. I know how hard it must be keeping in shape so you can kidnap people.” An old woman’s voice said behind her, Bella new who it was as soon as she heard it. “Ms. Ima I don’t know what it is you’re talking about. It was just a harmless prank against a girl from a rival school is all nothing bad.” Bella said turning to face the old woman whom had the offending feline tucked in her coat pocket.

“I am sure that’s all it really was deary. You however seem a bit on the defensive.” She said petting the kitten in her pocket giving Bella and all too knowing look. “Alright Ms. Ima you caught me in a lie. I however would like for my parents to not find out about such things.” Bella said taking a deep breath thinking her next few words through very carefully. “If I agree to not harm your cats anymore as well as help you around your home would it be possible for you to keep that quite from my parents.” She said the gleam that came to Ima’s eyes was rather creepy to Bella but she figured the old woman was starting to like this arrangement.

“Hmm my silence for the safety of my kitties and help around my house, does this include my garden during the summer?” She asked unsure of Bella’s true intent. “Yes Ms. Ima whatever you need help with around your house as well as your garden and I promise not to harm a hair on any of your kitty’s heads. I will even get them out of trees if needs be.” Bella said trying to sweeten the deal even more hoping the old lady would bite.

Sold I won’t tell your parents about what it is you’re really doing with those friends of yours and you help me and my kitties.” Imagine said walking forward to give Bella a rather firm hand shake for an old woman. Bella just nodded as the old woman left her garage felines in tow. She wasn’t sure what she was getting herself into but it was a better deal than her parents finding out much less Aiden getting caught as well. In a way it was a harsh win, win for everyone involved. Of course she still wasn’t sure why she should be worried over everyone else’s involvement much less Aiden’s but that would be dealt with later. For now Bella had more training to get to and the worry of just what the crazy old cat lady next door would have her help with first.

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 PostPosted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 9:42 pm Reply with quote        
Jonathan.

~Kent City, in a bar called “To Ground,” 12:53 a.m. July, 1994~

“Surely you didn’t bring us here to simply stand on the wall and watch the humans.”
“It is called ‘observation’ for a reason Malygris. So observe.”
“Yes but we have been ‘observing’ these humans for nearly three hours and all they have done thus far is smash into each other to the ‘rhythm of this...music.”


I winced at the word. Three years in this new setting; soon to be another of the many fields of battles in their ongoing conflict, but right now, merely another new place. Three years of observation, of these ‘humans.’ Three years, which was mostly Forsa dragging me into this skin and out to these insipid parties. Nephytis almost never accompanied us, whether that was due to Forsa’s latent, increasing dislike of the aforementioned, or the fact that Nephytis was always too busy fiddling with the skin, or conducting her own ‘observations,’ I am unsure.

Nephytis did what Nephytis still does, and what Nephytis does, always has done, when we first arrived anywhere, is worry endlessly about the skin intended for wear. By Nephytis’ account, it never fit right, it was not how ‘she’ wanted to present ‘herself.’ Then I would make note of ‘her’ use of human pronouns, implying that ‘she’ had already grasped the concept of human gender identity. I also took care to note, as Forsa would, that assigning a fundamental identity like that is important to the skin, but not vital in the beginning, and then I made light of the fierce dedication and painstaking detail ‘she’ put into what ought to be a disguise and nothing more.

It was usually around that point that ‘she’ threw things at me, usually glass, usually in threes and slammed ‘her’ bedroom door. When Forsa finally decided we would be staying and wanted to know what the first course of action would be, I demanded separate living spaces.
But, you never asked about Nephytis. You asked about Forsa. And why she chose to stay here, when her disdain for human life, all life really at this point, is so very palpable. Well…it is, as human youth like to say, ‘complicated.’




To put it simply…his name was Jonathan.





He was nineteen at the time, if I recall. Lanky young man; his skin so white he almost seemed ghostly. His limbs swayed loosely about him, to and fro, but not clumsily. There was certain elasticity about him, as if his pallor was stretched tight over his frame as to give him a natural bounce as it were. He was also one of the first humans I encountered that was taller than I. Not by much mind you, but it was the first time I had to look up to speak to someone. He was at the bar Forsa took me to. He saw us, standing on the wall.

Actually, that is not entirely accurate. He saw Forsa. He spoke to me.

He apparently was under the misguided impression that we were an item, and I assured him we were not. Though looking back on it, I see where he, or anyone else for that matter, would have drawn that conclusion. Both of us standing there, looking aloof and bored.

I do not know what exactly it was that Jonathan found so intriguing, and, if I am being frank (which I most certainly am when I say this, and I am certainly shallower for it) remotely attractive about Forsa to begin with. Forsa’s skins were never the same, but this one in particular was especially slapdash. In fact I am certain that Forsa crafted it mere minutes before dragging me out.

And on this night, of all nights, she found a singular reason to keep wearing it.

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 PostPosted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 10:05 pm Reply with quote        
…Jonathan?

Judge above it seems like ages since I’ve heard that name. I’d nearly forgotten him.

…But yes. I do remember him. Forsa’s first and only pari. Hm.

Forsa once said that Jonathan had apparently been an excitable child. Sensitive. I could barely see it though, and the way he conducted himself, one would not have known it. His stride was long and quick, almost bouncy, but he himself…he seemed to have a melancholy hanging about him. I don’t know if Forsa ever saw it.

She was…fond of him. I know, it’s nearly impossible to imagine her fond of anything, but it’s true! She was.

…Very fond indeed.

They met at…where was it? That ‘show’ I believe. Yes. The one I wasn’t invited to, which is perfectly fine, being jammed into a pit and flailing about wildy smashing into one another was not my idea of a good time.

My ideas concerning human revelry were more…organic? No, no that’s not the word…And damn it all, Martha would know what word I mean, but she isn’t here…I’ll ask her when she comes home. Anyway.

They went to another show later in the week. And again the next, and the next, and did the same thing, every time; stood on the walls, watching. They talked too, apparently, but Judge strike me if I knew what they talked about. She never told us. We wondered, Malygris and I, what made Jonathan so…interesting. Because from what I could tell, he wasn’t. He was thin, and so sickly looking, and not the least bit interesting, or interested. Surely you understand what I mean.

He never spoke, not to us. He was actually kind of standoffish and rude. And Malygris, of all is the one who said that. Takes more than a little audacity for him to say that about anyone other than himself.

But when we brought up Jonathan’s general lacking, Forsa would say, “You just don’t see. If you were as diligent about it you’d see it. You’d see that he isn’t like the other humans – “(she said that as if we’d met that many in our short time there). “He’s…intelligent. He’s detached. A near omniscient observance of his surroundings, he’s…I’m going to make him the first. I think he can handle it.”

Well, as I’m sure you can imagine, Malygris and I were taken aback. To say the least. To start, we thought we had agreed that we were not going to use mature specimens. They were too steadfast in conviction, they knew themselves, and generally were not the least bit pliant, not for what we wanted. And most of them were past their primes anyway. But no, she insisted upon Jonathan, who brooded in gloom, who hung about like a wandering spirit, ‘recording music’ on that horribly tuned guitar in their walk-in closet of an apartment.

But, she would not take no for an answer.

Not that, you know, she listened whenever we told her ‘no,’ one of the myriad of reasons we had to leave the last world, but I am sure you catch my meaning.

Forsa trained him herself. He became an ice-user I think. Some nonsense about him being Scandinavian, and his childhood in Sweden, that he loved snow, I’m not really sure what, I had tuned her out. I don’t understand the appeal of ‘snow’ much less living in a place that has an abundance of it. Temperature affects me little, but I prefer the heat.

For the record, there is no intended innuendo there.

He was successful though. Very. He was quick, efficient, quiet. Left many an underground venue and seedy dive frozen over. No one to call for help until everyone thawed, by that point, he and Forsa were gone.

…She, uhm. “Loved” him.

Don’t tell her I said so, but it’s very clear. Malygris could see it, ask him, he’ll say so. She claimed to not care, but fretted over his injuries, left certain tasks to herself as opposed to him if she thought them too dangerous or overwhelming, they went everywhere together, all hours of the night and day. We…weren’t quite sure what to do. It was…toxic. And in the three years spent on earth at the time, I’d had my fair share of those, so I knew what thee looked like. The two of them were generally distant, but somehow too close, they fought and constantly asserted they hated each other, but were never apart, it got in the way of our goals, but Forsa always said otherwise.

It wore her down She'd never admit it. She became edgy, easily frantic. Sometimes the fights were so bad he would leave. He would be gone for no more than a few days. But when he was gone…she was afraid, always afraid. Staggering around the apartment, cursing, knocking into things pulling at the skin which had grown tight around her.

She cried once. In the closet, where Jonathan would play his music. I’m sure it happened more than that, but I only caught her the one time. I like to think she didn’t see me. It was strange, to see her, of all peo-…well not ‘people’ people, but you know. To see her like that. It was a little unnerving actually. To start, she made no noise. Her face looked warped and contorted and she pulled at her hair, and her seams would stretch taut about her little frame, and you’d see everything underneath.

I’ve yet to forget what that looked like.

It was a crash waiting to happen, and all Forsa would let us do was watch. Jonathan brought the storm, and poor Forsa was still trying to drive the car. This went on for a few years. Much longer than it should have.

It was difficult for us to watch. Because we’re…well. I was, a…friend. I think. At that time it was hard to tell. When we arrived here, she started to distance herself from me, and when she met Jonathan, from Malygris too.

And then…something happened. If you asked Malygris, he wouldn’t have the slightest clue; it was around this time he stopped dealing with Forsa altogether, too busy amassing the empire. And he goes on about how meticulously planned my skin was. But back to Forsa…she wouldn’t say. But I think, in fact I’m certain, that Jonathan finally said it. He said the words, “I love you,” after years of dodging the phrase, dancing around it, or shrieking the opposite, he said it. And instead of saying them back, which would’ve been the correct, normal, human reaction…

She hit him.


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 PostPosted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 10:17 pm Reply with quote        
Jonathan? Fuck him.

Yeah I hit him. I’d hit him again too, weak little fuck. Letting his…his emotions, his affection, his whatever the flying FUCK get in the way of of…shit.

That, and the prick acted like it was the first time I fucking hit him, or like he never hit me, or like he hadn’t been hit by worse anyway. I mean…fucking really.

Where is he? Fuck all if I know, fuck all if I care. I told him when this…when that started that he couldn’t pull that shit, he couldn’t, we had to get shit done and he just…he went and…

Fuck.

You want the truth, fine. Yeah I liked him. There.

“But Forsa you don’t have fee-fees, or something” yeah and fuck the ever-loving shit out of you, okay? I don’t have feelings, I don’t have any fucking feelings, the fuck do you people, you fucking humans, you fucking failed 9th grade Bottle Rocket of Feels science projects get off? Huh? Where? Show me where the stop is, I’ll drive my bus myself. I’ll run the stop right the fuck over.

Jonathan. Fucking Jonathan. Fucking awkward, and tall as shit, and sad all the goddamn time, expect me to cheer him the fuck up, like that’s my fucking job. Like I’m supposed to get or understand what the fuck goes on in his head. Like I’m supposed to, to give a shit about his mommy issues, or that his parents divorced, and that no one ever made him feel like I did, loved him like I did.
Like I loved him. Tch. Right.

Like I thought about him. All the time. Like that. I’m Forsa Judge damn it, I’m a fucking Misus, I run this shit. The fuck would I have time for someone like hi—…like that. Like I thought about settling down. Like he wanted. Like I’d…I’d fucking just quit this shit.
Know how long I’ve been doing this shit? Eons. E-fucking-ons, and he, he thought I was just gonna drop everything because I loved him.


...A-and…and yeah. I almost did. So fucking what. I-in, in the end I stuck with this. And I don’t regret it. I don’t.

And when I said not just no but fuck no, what’d he fuckin’ do? He left. Where he went? Fuck all if I know, he coulda fucked off and died for all the shits I gave. But yeah, he just left. Just up and left. Took his shit, and the fuckin’ trinket too, I don’t know why, it doesn’t work anymore. Cancelled that shit like a lost credit card.

No, I don’t miss him. The fuck.

Didn’t take another pari either, too much work, let Nephytis and Malygris do that shit. They’re better at it anyway. I just watch now.

Where I can be left the fuck alone.

Just…leave me

alone.

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