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Post by pandora on Feb 26, 2023 18:37:45 GMT -7
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LADY OF SHALOTT
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] Mid August, 2009[attr="class","staffpara"] It's 2009—some years before Operation Homecoming, before the city of Delphi is faced with the Demon of the South Wind, before the Leviathan has met the Lyremaker, before she is even alive. [break][break] Well. Alive to you, that is. [break][break] To Farah Serizawa and the ships that travel with her, the Leviathan has been living for a very long time. In fact, she can hardly remember a time without the Leviathan, isn't that right, Amelie? [break][break] The crocodile snarls. [break][break] Admittedly, she does not like to be disturbed—it's too cold here, in the firgid north. And the children come too closely to her hung-open jaws, and stare without their due respect. Without fear. [break][break] Farah smiles at her familiar, amused. [break][break] "What reason would they have to fear you?" she asks, but the question is asked, in addition, to someone else—the girl sitting across from her. [break][break] Stark white hair, skin that is flaking, jaundiced eyes and all. But Farah looks at Melusine like she looks at everyone else—unhesitatingly, the bland look of a ruler gazing upon the masses, eyes caught between kindness and indifference, as though waiting to hear a plea made on weak knees and with shaking voices. [break][break] The question she poses is disjointed, seemingly unrelated entirely to the conversation they were having. So some of it is obvious: the others do not like her much. She is not as strong as her mother. Disease radiates from her body and she has no magic, and those with no magic and in poor health are burdens. [break][break] And yet Farah skips the pleasantries, asks a question at the heart of the matter, and expects the not-quite stranger sitting across from her to follow along. Yes, they've only talked a few times over the course of the past week, but Farah's patience is reserved for more important things. Here, breaking bread with a strange girl with a stranger mother, a blank curiosity leads her. [break][break] Poor darling girl doesn't even know, does she? [break][break] welcome to your NPC thread, mel khatagin[break][break] ALL NPC THREADS ARE INJURY ENABLED. PLEASE DELETE THE CARD FROM YOUR INVENTORY. [break] farah is currently: not hostile[break] farah is currently using no spells. amelie is out and about. [newclass="nullelem"]} .user-2 .mini-postname a { font-size: 0px; display: inline-block; } .user-2 .mini-postname a::after { content: 'FARAH SERIZAWA'; font-size: 32px; } .mini-profile.user-2 .mini-prof { background-image: url(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/971666871705280513/1038268862946353162/Screen_Shot_2022-11-04_at_8.49.39_PM.png)!important;[/newclass]
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Post by mel khatagin on Feb 26, 2023 20:34:42 GMT -7
They never had visitors. Not in this sense. There were no people outside of the Lady's followers, she had been told. They all died when the world froze over. At least, that was what her mother said. She believed it.
Until this week.
Melusine, fourteen years old, stared awestruck at the raven-haired woman in front of them. A guest from afar, they had said. When she asked, "from where?", she was hushed. She had all kinds of questions for the strange woman hailing from somewhere, but she knew better than to ask.
Too bad she didn't know better than to stare.
It was okay, until she was spoken to. The nudge came at the same time, her mother's elbow brushing her ribs. Mind your manners, it said. Mel looked down, away from the woman's cold gaze and into soup. The question was not meant for her - it couldn't be, not when someone else was here. She was too young to respect and too parasitic to like. The only thing she had was being her mother's daughter, and even that didn't amount to much, she found.
"No, no, you must be mistaken. Melusina is the darling lamb of the Khatagin, the apple of my eye! She's too cute to fear."
If Mel was a wilted flower, than her mother was the most vibrant bloom in the garden. Full of life, effortlessly beautiful and strong, the sort of person everyone envied. And thus Melior, ever her radiant self, spoke loud and proud, though some would say there was nothing to be proud of. A magicless daughter should draw scorn, but Melior was a powerful witch and a selfless mother. A veteran fighter who defended their home from daemons as well as a pitiable woman who constantly required help for her sickly daughter. The only thing to dislike was the burden by her side.
"She paints, you know. I've never seen anything like it before..." There came the pause, the one that came before the complaint. "But I do wish she would dedicate her time elsewhere, sometimes..."
Even if you love someone with all your heart, it's hard to love them wholeheartedly. Melusine thought so too. She loved her mother, but there were times when she hated her. Like right now, when she lied. Some days it was to the point that Mel wished her mother would go out to sea and a mangled wreck would return. But she never said these things, because she loved her mother more than she hated her.
Safe in having her mother speak for her, Mel took a spoonful of the soup, expecting the conversation to return to what it had been - something about the cold or other.
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Post by pandora on Feb 26, 2023 21:26:22 GMT -7
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LADY OF SHALOTT
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] Mid August, 2009[attr="class","staffpara"] It's been a week or so, that this nation without other nations has been visited by a nation of its own. Complicated, Lord Lorraine had said. They are there, somewhere, sauntering and watching from a distance, squinting their eyes, no doubt, at Farah's superfluous interactions. [break][break] There are eight Hydra ships docked at the shores of Winter's Grasp, and each has come bearing guests and gifts and willing bodies. This is an exchange written into the wilderness, as old as Hydra and time itself. My people for your people. My home for your home. My life for your life. [break][break] So come the unspoken rules of that exchange—there is a delicate balance, everywhere. You eat the soup that you are served, you leave the house that you have entered as it was.. [break][break] "No, no, you must be mistaken." [break][break] Insolent. [break][break] "Melusina is the darling lamb of the Khatagin, the apple of my eye! She's too cute to fear." [break][break] A lamb, at least, is fed and killed. [break][break] Farah watches the spoon go into the girl's mouth. She watches her swallow. Her stare is blank.[break][break] Her head then turns to Melior, as though remembering her existence. They speak a drawl even without parting her lips, they reek of boredom and apathy. Beautiful things have never interested her. But she humors them, from time to time. [break][break] "Oh? What worthier things?" [break][break] When her mother looks elsewhere, as liars are want to do, Farah's eyes flicker to Melusine, the sharpness of a serpent's movement, and she offers the girl a wink and a crooked smile. [break][break] welcome to your NPC thread, mel khatagin[break][break] ALL NPC THREADS ARE INJURY ENABLED. [break] farah is currently: not hostile[break] farah is currently using no spells. amelie is out and about. [newclass="nullelem"]} .user-2 .mini-postname a { font-size: 0px; display: inline-block; } .user-2 .mini-postname a::after { content: 'FARAH SERIZAWA'; font-size: 32px; } .mini-profile.user-2 .mini-prof { background-image: url(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/971666871705280513/1038268862946353162/Screen_Shot_2022-11-04_at_8.49.39_PM.png)!important;[/newclass]
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Post by mel khatagin on Feb 26, 2023 22:28:06 GMT -7
Indulge someone, and they could speak for hours. So went the conversation with Melior who, when given a thread, could pull until the spool was empty and then some.
"She should be like her mother, a fighter. I've seen her use magic before, Lady knows she will manifest her familiar soon..."
On and on she went. Mel had heard these words thousands of times; she could tune them out effectively and still know what her mother was talking about. More of the same. She had hope when there was none. Even those devoid of magic could manage to use small, harmless wisps of mana. That was all Mel had ever accomplished, and it was taken as a sign of greater things to come.
It was all bogus, she thought. There was nothing good to come. Some birds would never fly, even if they were born with wings. It was almost too late to think anything could happen. Her mother manifested her familiar earlier than most, so Mel would as well. That year passed with the quiet disappointment of a town. Perhaps it was to do with her poor constitution - but the stretches of good health she had prompted nothing.
The last to come was fear. She hated this tactic most of all. Her mother claimed she did, too, but Mel knew it was exciting to save a loved one from death so many times. She had to assume it was. Why else would Melior bring her daughter, devoid of magic and strength, to her maritime patrols? The first time didn't spawn a familiar, nor the second nor the third. It didn't work.
Melior's perfect attention slipped, ever so slightly. Too absorbed in her speaking to really pay attention to what was in front of her. Mel was still eating her soup, but she happened to look up at the guest at the right moment. A wink. A smile. Whatever her mother was saying, this woman was not paying attention. Someone who wasn't completely enamored with her mother... she thought that person could not exist.
"Mom," Melusine suddenly said, when the woman beside her was mostly done talking. "You forgot to put yogurt in."
"That can't be... oh, I forgot to pick some up from Daphne. You'll have to excuse me, this won't take long..."
Melior left in a hurry. It was embarrassing to forget part of a dish, especially in front of a guest. Leaving her daughter there to rectify that mistake was the only option. It almost felt too easy to get her mother to leave, but then again. Forgetting the yogurt was a novice mistake, one that she would have raked Mel over the coals for.
And now, they were alone.
The world was naked and vulnerable without the protection of a mother. She felt especially defenseless in front of the woman whose eyes could pierce through layers of flesh and lay upon a bare heart. But Melusine was curious, and her curiosity hungered more than could be sated by soup. "I don't think they fear me." She said, laboring to meet Farah's gaze.
'Beloved' was not the right term, but neither was 'feared'. Mel was tolerated. Disliked, scorned, shunned, perhaps. Good people were not born sickly and without magical talent. The Lady did not favor Mel. In turn, her worshippers did not favor Mel. She was only left to wonder what, exactly, she had done to be abandoned by the Goddess like this.
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Post by pandora on Feb 26, 2023 23:27:36 GMT -7
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LADY OF SHALOTT
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] Mid August, 2009[attr="class","staffpara"] Farah is watching Amelie, the slick black scales of the crocodile turning white at the tips, glistening under the summer sun. It should be dark by now, but the summer here is as endless at the winter, and Farah Serizawa has seen har stranger lands in her travels. She has met stranger women, too, though very few that have annoyed and bored her as much as Melior Khatagin. [break][break] She doesn't even blink at the comment about the yogurt, smiling pleasantly as the woman excuses herself, watching Amelie again until she is called by the girl's voice, at which her eyes crinkle, just a little. [break][break] They are timid and yet unafraid, those eyes. A clever girl, Farah thinks. But she's not patronizing enough to call Melusine clever. And flattery is far worse an insult, esepcially when she is still so naive as to believe— [break][break] "—Not all of them," Farah answers simply. [break][break] She's not interested in discussing this any further, though. [break][break] "Hello, Melusine." [break][break] Her undiverted attention, eyes like the tip of knife, fingers a net beneath a pointed chin. It deserves a reintroduction. Farah stares just as openly as she had been stared at, and says: [break][break] "Tell me, does the Goddess speak to you?"[break][break] welcome to your NPC thread, mel khatagin[break][break] ALL NPC THREADS ARE INJURY ENABLED. [break] farah is currently: not hostile[break] farah is currently using no spells. amelie is out and about. [newclass="nullelem"]} .user-2 .mini-postname a { font-size: 0px; display: inline-block; } .user-2 .mini-postname a::after { content: 'FARAH SERIZAWA'; font-size: 32px; } .mini-profile.user-2 .mini-prof { background-image: url(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/971666871705280513/1038268862946353162/Screen_Shot_2022-11-04_at_8.49.39_PM.png)!important;[/newclass]
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Post by mel khatagin on Feb 27, 2023 7:11:43 GMT -7
Confusing. Melusine didn't know what to make of it. A strong wind could blow her away. A strong current could whisk her away to sea. There were many ways to get rid of a girl, so why would they be scared? She couldn't understand, but she couldn't get a word in either. She was made to wait and watch, black scales flashing at the corners of her vision.
"Hello, Miss Serizawa." Melusine never thought she would directly speak to her, but she remembered the name. This woman was the most important, from what she could tell. The one who was talked about the most, with a sort of reverence that reminded her of the Lady. It wasn't unusual. Gods were not distant, cruel beings. Sometimes they walked among their people.
The next question was just as surprising as the last. The Lady, speak to her? Ask anyone else and it was a definitive no, but they didn't have full access to her mind. Farah wasn't asking anyone else.
"..."
Farah's stare was withering. She didn't know - should she answer or not? What interest did a stranger have in their customs? No, she was wrong to hold them so distantly. They came as family. Though strangers, they were the same people. And you shouldn't hide things from family.
"Sometimes... I hear whispers... so quiet. I don't know what it says." The sort of whisper one heard when they were alone. It could pass by unnoticed, until she realized - it wasn't her voice, or even her thoughts. Nor could it be understood. They were the thoughts she kept forgetting, almost close enough to remember, but unable to focus on either. Was that how it felt, to have a familiar? She didn't know. Half of the time she believed her thoughts were a jumbled mess and she imagined things to give herself hope, like her mother did.
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Post by pandora on Mar 7, 2023 17:02:18 GMT -7
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LADY OF SHALOTT
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] Mid August, 2009[attr="class","staffpara"] Here is where the story gets tricky, the thoughts get hard to hold for too close or for too long. [break][break] Farah understands, of course. If you ask a believer whether or not they believe, they will, no doubt, say yes. But do they believe equally, in all things? In the God and in the sacrifice? In the tribe and in its violence? [break][break] They have been talking at length, for a long time, on their boats. Some witches of Hydra don't believe in the handler system—not since Operation Convergence, not since the Great War. Some think the initiation does not belong in this new century. But they are believers, none the less. [break][break] Farah hardly knows the goddess they worship—but she understands what it means, to be a God. So she says with a shrug: [break][break] "Who would?"[break][break] What mortal could hope to understand, after all?[break][break] "You can only decipher. Interpret. Translate." [break][break] She means the word you in a general sense, doesn't she?[break][break] The skin on Melusine's leg prickles. She suddenly realizes there is something under the table, and the presence might startle her enough to make her jump.[break][break] Amelie snarls at any sudden movement, slinking around the girl, watching her like she is both interesting and disgusting. [break][break] Farah's gaze, throuhgout, never moves or changes: it is wide, pointed, a single unwaavering dot in a gray-blue sea. [break][break] "Tell me. What does she say?"[break][break] welcome to your NPC thread, mel khatagin[break][break] ALL NPC THREADS ARE INJURY ENABLED. [break] farah is currently: not hostile[break] farah is currently using no spells. amelie is out and about, appears vaguely hostile [newclass="nullelem"]} .user-2 .mini-postname a { font-size: 0px; display: inline-block; } .user-2 .mini-postname a::after { content: 'FARAH SERIZAWA'; font-size: 32px; } .mini-profile.user-2 .mini-prof { background-image: url(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/971666871705280513/1038268862946353162/Screen_Shot_2022-11-04_at_8.49.39_PM.png)!important;[/newclass]
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Post by mel khatagin on Mar 7, 2023 23:19:53 GMT -7
Decipher. Interpret. Translate.
How many times had she heard that particular set of words? Being told what to do didn't make it easier. She said she didn't know, it was self-explanatory. If it was possible to understand, she would have told someone when she first heard it. She was lost in a stasis, waiting for something to change - and she doubted those faint whispers would change first.
...!
She felt something. Instinctively, Mel moved her leg closer to her core. The snarl surprised her even more, and she leaned forward, glancing beneath the table. A void-black crocodile, one she thought she'd seen before. She hated the way it watched her, through the cold lens of a distant third party. As if she was on display in a museum, something unsightly yet deserving of interest. As if she wasn't human.
Mel watched the crocodile, circling around her like a predator, until Farah spoke. It was enough to distract her, but she couldn't truly brush the odd feeling off. "I told you... I cannot understand it..." She mumbled, as if unsure. She couldn't meet Farah's steady stare.
"But... I have a dream sometimes. I'm drowning in the sea by myself. Or - I think I'm drowning. It's actually easier to breathe there. Below me is a city... I've never seen anything like it before. The twinkling lights in the dark make it look like the night sky." At first she thought it had to be a nightmare. Suffocating deep beneath the surface of the water, where light could no longer reach. Then she realized... a dream couldn't be so bad after all.
"I want to go there one day. Maybe the Lady wants me to go there," she said. Mel knew she was being presumptuous now, but it couldn't hurt to indulge in dreams. Farah wanted to know what She said - this was the closest they could get.
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Post by Admin on Mar 7, 2023 23:49:43 GMT -7
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LADY OF SHALOTT
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] Mid August, 2009[attr="class","staffpara"]Amélie soon slinks to the otherside of the table, near Farah's legs, curling at the base of her witch, though the gesture somehow does not look like affection, but something else entirely. [break][break] Farah hardly seems to notice Amelie, but watches Melusine instead, listens intently in a way that makes her pause, when the girl—who already, mind you, reminds her a little of a distant past—speaks of drowning and lost cities. [break][break] Something flickers in her gray-sea gaze.
[attr="class","staffheadimg"] FLASHBACK TRIGGERED! - ?? YEARS AGO[attr="class","staffpara"] A girl is drowning. [break][break] Someone is holding her head underwater. [break][break] She is going to die. They don't understand, she thinks. She is going to die. [break][break] (Underwater, the chants are muddled. The Leviathan is dead! Long Live the Leviathan! The Leviathan is dead! Long Live the Leviathan!) [break][break] Please, she is begging the voice in her head. Please, you have to help me. [break][break] I am you. [break][break] I don't--[break][break]
I am where you end, and power begins.[break][break]
The water goes into her lungs.
2009[attr="class","staffpara"] It takes a moment after Melusine finishes, for Farah to react. When she does, it's miniscule at first—the corners of her eyes wrinkle, and the tension of her stare is broken entirely.[break][break] "Is that right?" she asks. It is not said with the usual tone of adult-indifference disguised as curiosity. It's delivered flatly, like a refrain, like something she asks all believers: are you certain? [break][break] She considers it for a moment longer, and says: [break][break] "I have a dream like that, too." She doesn't ever describe it in such abstract words, but she supposes a goal can be a dream, can't it? A tilt of the head, casual, indifferent. "We're setting sail for that city, in a few days."[break][break] Farah never invites you anywhere. But she has a way of laying the world at your feet and showing you just how easy it would be, to crush in as you walk. [break][break] welcome to your NPC thread, mel khatagin[break][break] ALL NPC THREADS ARE INJURY ENABLED. [break] farah is currently: not hostile[break] farah is currently using no spells. amelie is out and about, appears vaguely hostile [newclass="nullelem"]} .user-2 .mini-postname a { font-size: 0px; display: inline-block; } .user-2 .mini-postname a::after { content: 'FARAH SERIZAWA'; font-size: 32px; } .mini-profile.user-2 .mini-prof { background-image: url(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/971666871705280513/1038268862946353162/Screen_Shot_2022-11-04_at_8.49.39_PM.png)!important;[/newclass]
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Post by mel khatagin on Mar 8, 2023 21:37:21 GMT -7
The foreboding presence at the base of her chair left, eventually. Mel was too enamored in her delusions of grandeur to notice, but the air felt a bit lighter when Amelie returned to her witch's side. Or was that the effect of a lingering dream - the feeling that anything was possible?
She didn't notice the other change either, at first. Something changed. Melusine couldn't put her finger on it just yet. "Yes, it is," she replied immediately. There was no other answer.
Dreams were had for a reason, she was told. The divine preferred the dreamscape as their medium above all others. If this dream was given to her by her goddess, she could never refuse. Because... when it came to herself, she had nothing but her faith. All she could do was dedicate every piece of herself, starting with the hands she used to paint.
When Farah spoke of a dream, Melusine became noticeably more interested. As if being a guest from afar wasn't enough, she had a dream, too. She was looking for that city, too. It's too convenient. Heartbreaking, almost. Mel would never be able to go, though she desperately wanted to. "Really? How did you find it...?" A city deep beneath the sea would be hard to find. Unless it was aboveground after all... she could never be sure, with dreams being as vague and fluctuating as they were.
Ah. She knew what it was now, excitedly watching and waiting for an answer like this. When the cold stare of a stranger became something different; she wanted to call it acceptance.
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Post by pandora on Mar 12, 2023 19:40:00 GMT -7
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LADY OF SHALOTT
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] Mid August, 2009[attr="class","staffpara"] Farah lays the not-quite invitation at the little girl's feet, and she hardly has the mind to see it as one. In all fairness, Farah should have expected no less—if you told that girl who drowned so many years ago that there was a world waiting for her at a distant shore, she would have missed the point, too. [break][break] Farah still frowns, though. [break][break] Initially it seems she is disappointed in the question, her eyes flicker elsewhere. But it the expression turns from that into something contemplative. How did she find the city? Is there an underwater city? [break][break] "People," Farah answers instead. [break][break] Around this time, another person enters the little hut. It is not Melusine's mother, no, but a stranger in a stranger-still robe that looks as though it is made from flowing, black water, with heavy furs and face that sticks above it, as though headless underneath. [break][break] "Every history connects to the present through people," Farah says. She has a way of making thins sound lik universal truths. "You just need to find the ones that will take you there."[break][break] "—There you are," they say. [break][break] The stranger nods to Farah, and regards her guest with a slightly quizzical expression, before taking two quick strides to her side say: [break][break] "There is some sort of ritual they want your presence for."[break][break] Unlike Farah, Lord Lorraine does not give Melusine much of her due respect—they remain standing while the two sit, and their indifferent, top-down stare reduces the prophet and the seer and the Goddess's scribe all into just what she is: a child. [break][break] "Oh?" Farah asks. "What is it about?"[break][break] From the way her eyes shift, she is asking Melusine instead of L.L.. [break][break] welcome to your NPC thread, mel khatagin[break][break] ALL NPC THREADS ARE INJURY ENABLED. [break] farah is currently: not hostile[break] farah is currently using no spells. amelie is out and about, near farah's legs[break] lord lorraine is currently: not hostile[break] lord lorraine is currently using ? [newclass="nullelem"]} .user-2 .mini-postname a { font-size: 0px; display: inline-block; } .user-2 .mini-postname a::after { content: 'FARAH SERIZAWA'; font-size: 32px; } .mini-profile.user-2 .mini-prof { background-image: url(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/971666871705280513/1038268862946353162/Screen_Shot_2022-11-04_at_8.49.39_PM.png)!important;[/newclass]
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familiar Familiarinky, cthulhu
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Post by mel khatagin on Mar 16, 2023 20:04:31 GMT -7
People. Mel wasn't so forward as to frown, but the sparkle in her eyes dimmed at the answer. People, she said. Was it that necessary? Melusine did not have the means to work with people. She didn't like them. Here, she received a myriad of looks, mostly negative. She understood a long time ago. Someone's eyes could say more than a thousand words. For her, there was no way to win over their hearts, even if she did everything asked of her and more.
The sound of footsteps hit her ears. Melusine turned to look behind her, surprised. It couldn't be her mother, but someone else. The footsteps were all wrong. And she was right - this person wore a black robe that smoothly flowed with no air blowing through it. She couldn't tell the shape of their body. It wasn't frightening, exactly, but unusual enough that it stuck out in her periphery as they walked. Distracting.
"...I see." History connected through people. It sounded like something the High Priestess would say. Again, Melusine couldn't apply it to herself. Maybe she could consider this person...? But she wasn't qualified enough to take anyone's notice. It was a miracle the guest wanted to talk to her at all. Mel knew her own mother wouldn't look at her twice if she was born to someone else, so how could anyone else care?
This new person, with their robe of rolling waves, had an overbearing presence, much like Farah. Unlike Farah, they treated her the way she was used to. It was more comfortable, as familiar as it was. Though she believed Farah gave her acceptance, she could not accept it herself. Melusine had to stay here. Rot here. The Lady only asked for everything, after all. In time, she hoped... she would be seen as a good follower like anyone else. That was all she wanted.
It took a second to realize the question was meant for her. "Oh, it's... a ritual for prosperity and protection, for the upcoming winter." Mel explained simply. It was cold now, but the coming months would be colder. It was customary to ask for the Lady's boon with plenty of offerings and prayer. A celebration of sorts, it was the perfect activity for guests to watch and partake in; there was plenty of food and drink to pass around after the initial rites, much more than just soup. "You don't want to miss it," she added afterwards, if they would take her word for it. There were similar rituals throughout the year, but she liked this one the most.
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MONKEY KING
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Post by Admin on Mar 17, 2023 6:48:12 GMT -7
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LADY OF SHALOTT
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] Mid August, 2009[attr="class","staffpara"] Melusine speaks and once again there is that impossibility of Farah's attention, the way her eyes cut through the indifference of the world, and stare at the girl as though no barriers could exist between them. [break][break] Farah is not dense—the way Melusine speaks of this celebration, it seems to suggest that she won't be there. And even if she was, Farah can expect that the guests would be placed somewhere specific, away from a crowd of children, unruly or not. [break][break] "I see," she says, and the slightest shift of movement prompts Lord Lorraine to offer their arm, which Farah takes to stand. The two bowls that they had ben eating from are both unfinished, waiting for the arrival of Melior Khatagin and her yogurt. Farah seems to regard them with amusement. [break][break] Standing up, she is hardly anything impressive—but she looks down toward Melusine all the same, and her eyes have a pointed gaze. There's a smile in them, thin as knife. She says: [break][break] "Here, l will show you." [break][break] She leans forward; Lord Lorraine stares, confused, about to say something. [break][break] "Farah? What are you—"[break][break] She reaches for something, an index and a thumb pinch into each other without closing, as though pulling a marble from the space just in front of Melusine's eyes. She pulls it away, that nonexistent marble, and then, with a seemingly great effort, appears to crush it between her fingers. [break][break] She snaps, and the world lifts. [break][break] Or perhaps, nothing so impressive happens after all. [break][break] After all, the hut is still standing. Farah, Melusine, and Lord Lorraine are just as they were. The only thing, really, that has shifted is— [break][break] welcome to your NPC thread, mel khatagin[break][break] ALL NPC THREADS ARE INJURY ENABLED. [break] farah is currently: not hostile[break] farah is currently using PUCK'S FLAW[break] lord lorraine is currently: not hostile[break] lord lorraine is currently using ? [newclass="nullelem"]} .user-1 .mini-postname a { font-size: 0px; display: inline-block; } .user-1 .mini-postname a::after { content: 'FARAH SERIZAWA'; font-size: 32px; } .mini-profile.user-1 .mini-prof { background-image: url(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/971666871705280513/1038268862946353162/Screen_Shot_2022-11-04_at_8.49.39_PM.png)!important;[/newclass]
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familiar Familiarinky, cthulhu
played by OOC Namexeno
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Post by mel khatagin on Mar 19, 2023 0:28:26 GMT -7
tw: gross food
After she explained the ritual, she had the feeling that the conversation had shifted without her knowing. Farah made to leave alongside the other guest, taking one last look at the bowls of soup. Neither of them had finished. Only Melusine was required to finish the bowl.
She had a funny look on her face. Maybe she didn't like it? Melior's cooking was perfect. She helped cook food for everyone whenever they were having a grand feast. But Farah didn't live here; maybe the food where she came from was better. Mel had a hard time imagining the kinds of food that would be in a different land.
Farah should have left already, but their conversation hadn't ended earlier, no. It dragged on in the absence of words, until finally, the witch hung a thread in front of Melusine. "Uh?" Show her what? The city? The ritual?
At first, she thought nothing changed. It was a prank, and Farah an expert actor. "What happened?" Melusine asked. The house was still a house. The guests were still here. Farah's soup was still untouched -
Suddenly, it hit her.
Mel lifted a hand to cover her mouth and nose, fingers forming a barrier against anything that wanted to come out. She might throw up. The stench. It was vile. How could she not notice?
Farah and Melior had pristine bowls of soup, exactly what someone would expect for their dinner. It was her own bowl that stood out. She couldn't tell what was in it. It was soup of a sort, but no one would eat this. The liquid and the chunks were a dark, muddy brown-green. Rotting. And she ate it without second thought.
Worst of all, she knew the smell from before.
It happened two years ago, on a cold day almost like today. Mel and her mother were eating dinner together. That time had been particularly rough, since she'd just recovered from a bad cold. On days like those, soup was a comfort. Warm and easy to eat. She was reluctant to eat that day. She wasn't hungry, but her mother just wanted her to try and eat again. Melusine wasn't many things, but she certainly wasn't ungrateful. So she ate.
The first spoonful tasted like how the soup currently in front of her smelled. It was innocuous back then; she was still recovering, maybe the sickness had altered her taste buds somehow. That was what Mom said. But she saw now...
She saw...
She saw...
The role of a mother is to protect and love. Her mother was a barrier against anyone who would harm her. The only one who wanted her. The only one who believed in her. There were things Melior would change about her daughter if she could, but that didn't make her actions any less real. They... were real, right...?
Today, a stranger from afar taught her something new: that really, a mother is no different from anyone else.
Melusine stared at her bowl, stricken. She forgot, for a moment, that there was someone here with her. She forgot all the manners and poise that had been tirelessly worked into her very being. "Thank you..." Her voice was quiet, shaky. Defeated. "I'll see you... at the ritual..." Tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't try to look at Farah or Lord Lorraine. They were guests. Crying - she wasn't supposed to cry, she was supposed to be on her best behavior.
She hoped they left before she took another spoonful.
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aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my little pogchamp aww i guess you're my l
MONKEY KING
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Post by Admin on Mar 25, 2023 19:13:08 GMT -7
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LADY OF SHALOTT
[attr="class","staffbody"] [attr="class","staffheadimg"] Mid August, 2009[attr="class","staffpara"] Disgusting. The entire charade around this child—someone's daughter. Some mother. [break][break] Melusine does not look at Farah, or she would see in her eyes the barest hints of a genuine emotion—light-lipped rage, the kind that mixes with pity, the kind that blurs between kindness and violence. A mother's warmth, ironically enough.[break][break] There is a lot of Farah's life that has been devoted to duty, but this is an offense she cannot fathom—to take advantage of a person whose life is in your hands. If she were not here as a guest, she would not have been half as kind. But strangely, this is not her place, either. [break][break] Lord Lorraine speaks for her, and says: [break][break] "Your thanks are lost on her. She does what she pleases." They're smiling, though, snorting as though this were some kind of dark joke. "Remember—where the world will not have you, the Leviathan will."[break][break] They lean in and say, to a crying, white-haired girl that they are doubtful to remember:[break][break] "Remember this, too—contra mundum. The world is wrong, not you." [break][break] Farah lets her gaze linger, her pinning stare feels, somehow, like the last thing to leave the room. [break][break] [break][break] FARAH has LEFT THE THREAD. [break][break] you've received +3MP [break] you've received: [break] [attr="class","spellcont"] [attr="class","spellimgcont"] [attr="class","spellbody"] KINDRED EYE[break]An eye that requires complete replacement of the normal eye to use. Note that using this item means that your character is half-blind. This item is currently NOT IN USE/IN USE. The Kindred Eye functions as a constantly active Advanced: Mental Fortress, expending no mana. Its usage cannot be reversed. [newclass="nullelem"]} .user-1 .mini-postname a { font-size: 0px; display: inline-block; } .user-1 .mini-postname a::after { content: 'FARAH SERIZAWA'; font-size: 32px; } .mini-profile.user-1 .mini-prof { background-image: url(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/971666871705280513/1038268862946353162/Screen_Shot_2022-11-04_at_8.49.39_PM.png)!important;[/newclass]
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