Briza

Ban the Person above you

Banned for banning a cute dog.

Streetlight Dragonflies

Duskwick

11:30 am, Saturday
November 6th

D.

The town was starting to look less like a B-movie and more like some high-production Michael Bay had produced -- at least, according to the commercials. The dialogue seemed cheesy, but the graphics and scenery were... making her feel a little nervous. She was still feeling courageous and bold, especially in the sanctity of her suit, complete with her (tacky) helmet. There was a lot of things she had scene during her time as an agent, but this was fairly huge. The mist was getting thicker the more she jogged through the streets, and her goggles were adjusted, again. Her lenses changed colors, scanning the various statistics, and information ran to compile the data. It was as if she was not even in the same world.

Seeing something that she thought was the tail of a tiger, she turned the street corner and jumped over a vine cracking through the sidewalk. Breaths panted from her, and the suit was feeling heavier, now as she balanced her vision through her headgear. This would make for a good story for Aubrey, she told her herself, considering whenever they would hangout next. Aubrey was always busy with her boyfriend, but maybe...

D's pace slowed to a jog, and her body bent a little. Her mouth opened and let out a few exasperated sighs. Not having eaten breakfast was already making things difficult. Great... she thought. Breathing in as she straightened herself and looked around the streets, she untucked her goggles from her face and studied the scenery with her naked eyes. It was all murky and foggy. Her eyes moved around as a hand was placed on her hip. This was big, she repeated over in her mind. This was not the first haunted town she had visited. She had visited several, and they were usually false flags. In fact, most paranormal activity was false flags. but at least, this place is recognizable.

The tiger and the boy were no where in sight, and she felt a small shiver thinking about the two creatures she had been chasing. There was an eery feeling that she could sense. It was her very own paranormal gift, she decided. Her father had broken it down to human instinct and conditioning. If anything, it only proved her vocation and nothing more. Lookin' into it is only going to complicate things. He rarely ever said something about not looking into something, and D held that advice close to her and simply reminded herself that she was just "not a normie."

Her lips closed as she caught her breath and relaxed her breathing, "Where are you?" she whispered, hoping her question would be answered. Sometimes those little tricks worked. Her hand raised and pulled her goggles over her eyes, again. A small frown perked to the side of her face with inquiry, "Left. Right. Left. Right..." A moment of silence passed as she considered her options. Any of them could be wrong, and any of them could be right. Going to the hotel or finding a place for a snack was also an option. She decided on continuing forward.

Cupping her hands over her mouth she let out a small call, "Maddie?" it was a start to the next several minutes of the new level's first challenge.

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Candles

Post a random fact about yourself.

I have only been in a coma one (1) time.

{...a, -m} d.

Once upon an average length of time ago in a fairly cold and snow filled land surviving on welfare, I fell into a coma. I was having a dream of being in my obachan's kitchen. Several members of my family were sitting around the wood table and encouraging me to join them for dinner, which was a steamy vegetable soup that looked very yummy, but I refused to eat any of it based on the principle that if I ate anything, I would die. My uncle offered me some orange juice, and it was the most delicious and quenching orange juice I had ever tasted. I felt extremely thankful to him for coaxing me to have something to drink, but right as I took a sip from the glass, the light in the room in which I was resting turned on. The most I ever gained conscious was from the dream. Everything else was just a paralysis of numb darkness and awareness.

My former significant other had come home from his school. He turned on the lights to discover my unclothed and unconscious body. Unable to awaken me and with the thought that just a year prior, a friend had overdosed on heroin under the same roof, combined with the lack of wanting to explain another dead body to the police, again, my body was wrapped in a large blanket and shuffled into the backseat of a car and... driven to a nearby hospital. According to the doctors, I was two (2) hours away from dying before being brought to the Emergency Room. I awoke for a short time with one of those distressing whimpers of an emaciated body unable to speak or move aside from awkwardly squirming while unfortunately passing all over the stiff, white bedding.

At three or four in the morning, I woke up. I opened my eyes to see my significant other right beside me. He was holding my hand or something of the sort -- at least, he was saying my name, and his eyes appeared red with tears. Seeing him made me happy, but he left a little after I was declared awake and cleared for being wheeled into a different wing of the hospital.

I have auditory memories of being hauled down stairs and shuffled into the car and threatened and prodded by the nurses as they attempted to make me respond to outside stimuli. I remember everyone seemed to sound very angry with my immobility and lack of responses. (I was dying, though, so maybe they were just concerned.) I also have a memory of the nurses asking for my identification in attempts to contact my family, but no one knew what my last name was.

Thankfully, a Charity Organization eventually provided for my stay, as did some poor young chap dying over a year before the incident.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I have never climbed a tree.

@Arachnid0

I like climbing trees.

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Phosphoros

Isihlahla the Baobab takes tribute to the second (2nd) part of the post.

Phosphoros

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Charu was dangerous, right now and intimidating. The horses were not acting well to her behavior, but Farrin appeared to be managing just fine. Efrayim was not too worried about the situation. The Hoplites, thus far, were a fairly easy match, and if Charu's representation did not exemplify Baccum then he was a failure in his own rearing of her. Her body was marching and trampling. Her steps were causing incoherent vibrations on the earthen ground, stirring smokey dust into the air around her. The Baccumese man thought nothing of her commotion bothering the others, and if anything, he delighted in the noise she was making as he gathered his mind to scan the hazy battlefield.

His arm fell to his side, still gripping his the handle of his blade. The pommel rested on his joint, ready to be pushed into battle at any given moment, unaware of the naive youth of the Hoplites. The horses were starting again as Charu came to a calmer state, revealing the small battle was nearing its end, after Efrayim twisted his tongue against his two front teeth, slightly crooked by his mother's side and let out a thick, short whistle. His own largeness turned, offering a whiff of arrogance in his demeanor, concerned for the whereabouts of Farrin. His comrades seemed to have upheld his belief, although he had no real mind for all of their whereabouts suddenly, with the hordes of bronze helmets plummeting in the horizon. Their march was shaking the earth at a rapid pace, with the shout of Farrin warning about the Hoplites.

Hold fast, most of these were green, tempted by loot... Efrayim quickly glanced at a fallen Hoplite. Weak. To be tempted so easily, his eyes narrowed at the poor soldier and scanned quickly, eyeing others from the group. The first to catch his attention was the shorter, petite woman, who had managed herself through Charu's stampeding. She was nimble and quick it seemed, much like the lithe fellowman in the ragged clothing and the swift sword. He hoped none that the Elder had recruited were weak minded. He already had his doubts about that heretic witch.

They looked like a bugs, swarming into the town. he sun was reflecting from their metals and casting shadows of the soldier's bodies with a depressing gray of exaggeration as blades and spears were striking through the air and cutting their way. Loud shouts could be heard as their bodies galloped closer, storming into the area:

"Torros! Torros! Torros!"

Efrayim hissed at the sight, flexing and veering towards Charu at the Elder's command, "Jhaant ke pissu!" His teeth clenched against his bottom lip, chapped from the journey and smoke, breathing quickly in a sharp whistle to pierce through an inhale. His body motioned forwards several steps, boots gripping the ground as he put away his sword, in order to better climb upon the large trunked beast. His patience was thin with this. He devised already that he had mismanaged his strength through the journey, and Kothar was much stronger than he had imagined. His hand gripped the thick fabric, and pulled his body upwards. His feet gently slid along the rich tapestry, he seating himself as Charu let out one last loud noise for disturbance.

She began to gait after the horses, bouncing for a good pace, still slower than the galloping. The Baccumese held tightly to the leather handle and turned his attention towards the onslaught. His breaths were heavy with frustration and excitement as he moved along with Charu, swaying with every step. He was concerned about his safety and that of Charu, but the Elder was someone to ponder, nonetheless, "Be wary."

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A tired brume of incense took over Efrayim’s dreams. It’s fluffy arms curled and cooed around his mind and pulled his body downwards into the gut of his imagination where silent whispers were murmuring a short, soft story. Their voices were light and airy, and their chimes enchanted small clouds from their hiding places. Blackness began to retrace itself, pulling the shadows into a simple retreat, like claws retracting into a relaxed state. The white clouds foamed forwards, slowly tiptoeing through the shadows. Like white swirls, they began to dance with the darkness. Swaying together, both the light and dark twirled and and began form beings beings of som ancestral forms. Their appearances spun as clothes began to veil their celestial figures, and their bodies grew to tremendous heights. Golden instrument like weapons drew themselves as pillars from the paws of the beings and were lifted into battling positions. The forms metonichally moved their thick and heavy limbs and stood like statues, motioning all in the same position: towards the staircase.

Gentle hands lifted Efrayim’s body, molding itself around his skin, like soft feathers. The small whispers coaxed him forward, and his vision was lifted to the top of the stairs. Large marble columns had grown like trees in a forest and were hiding what lay beyond the staircase, where the shadows still resided, “𝐵𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓎...” The sound of a woman’s voice spoke lightly but demanding, and the Baccumese man’s attention was drawn to her. A black fuzzy orb glowed around her head, like a storm cloud, and fog was draped over her body as a rich, purple cloak, covering her whole body. Even the umbra of her garments made her eyes too dark to be visible, and only the paleness of her lips, drifting into a smile could be seen, “𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝑀𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒦𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒾𝒾, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉.”

Slowly, she faded into the darkness of the marble woods, and the shadows redrew themselves. Some of the figures collapsed into sand and spread their bodies through the wind; and others flew straight into the sky, dispersing along the horizon. The whispers grew from murmurs to audible voices, retelling the scenery of an old abandoned town in Mennon, and the soft arms cuddling around Efrayim’s body wrinkled and grayed into the tough skin of an elephant. Quietly, the whispers faded into the evening noises of bugs and the clear night night.