MysT3CH
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Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.
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Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.
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It always seems impossible, until it's done.
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@Marc: Sounds good. Look forward to it.
How about this, i can PM you the CS and we can discuss where the chara fits in best?
Edit: or Skype it over if you prefer.
I'll just post it here. Feedback's welcomed from everyone.
Name : Aimee Rapport
Nickname/Alias : Lilith
Age : 18
DOB : January 1st
Gender : Female
Sexuality : Bisexual
Appearance:
Personality : Once a playful, loving and sympathetic girl who loved of all living things, Aimee, as Lilith, is now cold and calculating. Although her face is, for the most part, always hidden. Lilith appears to be robotic and drone like in nature, consistently exemplifying an apparent inability to experience and express emotion. Due to this, her face always holds a blanked expression, with the only exception being the shocked look she takes on when experiencing pain. It is this zombie-esque demeanor that causes most people to either experience fear, or a feeling of unsettlement in her presence. Lilith is also noted as being an unquestioningly loyal individual. One who will go to any length to fulfill the will of her 'master'. While she is fully independent in thought, and, in actuality, extremely intelligent. Many who are aware of her origin no longer consider her to be human.
Arsenal : Lilith Carries only a white half mask, which she always wears over her face. While this mask does not possess a name, it is capable of magically granting its wearer temporary access to their Second Origin. However, it constantly drains magic from its wearer when active. Lilith is seemingly capable of activating its effects at will, with the mask's eyes, which are usually empty shadowed slots, glowing with a bright yellow upon activation. See Appearance for Visual Reference.
Magic Type : Caster Magic
Mage Rank : B Class Mage (Without Mask), A Class Mage (With Mask)
Magic :Nullification Magic, Telekinesis.
Spells :
Biography: Born to a modest family, Aimee Amelia Rapport grew up comfortable in her home within Balsam Village. As a little girl, she would spend entire days helping her parents manage the Inn. Something she took pride in doing, as the building also served as her home. Her true passion however, was singing. A talent which often earned her praise from many of the Inn's guests. Gifted with a truly beautiful voice, Aimee probably would have been a famous musician, had her father only remained faithful to his vows.
Calum, Aimee's father, had been married to his wife, Maria, for nearly two decades. Yet, despite loving her, he had also been cheating on her for the last six months. Haven fallen in love with Calum, his lover and receptionist, Estelle, eventually asked him to leave his wife. Only to her shame when he explained that he couldn't. It would be her wrath that would irreversibly change Aimee's life forever.
Deciding that she would rather see Calum dead than watch him continue to use both her and his wife, Estelle then issued a job request to all the mage guilds of Fiore. A million Jewels to whoever brought her the head of Calum Rapport. A job that the Dark Guild Lupin Claw accepted without delay. Thus, Estelle had unknowingly sealed Aimee's fate.
When Lupin Claw's hit squad, 'Cerberus', arrived, all hell broke loose. Having been celebrating Aimee's eight-teenth birthday, her entire family, as well as most of the Inn's guests, had gathered with the main hall. Dancing and Clapping as Aimee sung an array of songs, they never stood the slightest chance. Determined not to leave any witnesses, the Dark Mages even slaughtered Aimee's four year old brother Roy. Aimee herself, had been run through before she could scream for help. But death was only the beginning for her.
Having been buried within an unmarked grave, like all the other victims of the 'New Year Massacre', Aimee's body was eventually dug up by a coven of Dark mages. Experimenting with reanimation, and armed with a book of Zeref, the coven repeatedly used multiple corpses as test subjects for various incantations and spells. They knew only failure, until they managed to use Living Magic to breathe new life into Aimee's lifeless corpse. Though she looked and sounded like the young she once was before, the being the coven had created was merely a 'demon' in human skin.
Unable to maintain control of the reincarnated Aimee, the coven was then slaughtered by their own creation. Which, thanks to their efforts, now wielded both Nullification Magic and Telekinesis. Confused and unaware of who, or what, she was. The returned Aimee then aimlessly wondered the world. Without purpose or a sense of self identity.
At some point, she was discovered by (Either Rune_Alchemist's Character or the main villian). (Name) who eventually became aware of what she was, after travelling with her for some time, was the one who then named her Lilith. (He/She/It) also help train her in the use of her magical abilities and gave her mask. As a reward for giving her both a purpose and a identity, Lilith then vowed to always serve (name), whom she began to call 'Master'. Currently, she continues to accompany (name) and aid (him/her/it) on (his/her/it's) quest.
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As a creation of Living Magic, Lilith is what is commonly known as an 'Immortal Being'. Meaning, that while attacks and injury can still kill her, she is no longer affected by time. Thus does not age.
While she is unaware of it, and does not show it, she is deeply in love with her Master.
Lilith does not need to eat, sleep or use the washroom. However, her body still functions as a normal person's does aside from those.
Lilith's body is physically fragile. While she possesses an unbelievable degree of stamina, even weak physical strikes tend to do moderate damage to her. Thus, she can be easily crippled or killed by a heavy blow.
Edit: or Skype it over if you prefer.
I'll just post it here. Feedback's welcomed from everyone.
Name : Aimee Rapport
Nickname/Alias : Lilith
Age : 18
DOB : January 1st
Gender : Female
Sexuality : Bisexual
Appearance:
Personality : Once a playful, loving and sympathetic girl who loved of all living things, Aimee, as Lilith, is now cold and calculating. Although her face is, for the most part, always hidden. Lilith appears to be robotic and drone like in nature, consistently exemplifying an apparent inability to experience and express emotion. Due to this, her face always holds a blanked expression, with the only exception being the shocked look she takes on when experiencing pain. It is this zombie-esque demeanor that causes most people to either experience fear, or a feeling of unsettlement in her presence. Lilith is also noted as being an unquestioningly loyal individual. One who will go to any length to fulfill the will of her 'master'. While she is fully independent in thought, and, in actuality, extremely intelligent. Many who are aware of her origin no longer consider her to be human.
Arsenal : Lilith Carries only a white half mask, which she always wears over her face. While this mask does not possess a name, it is capable of magically granting its wearer temporary access to their Second Origin. However, it constantly drains magic from its wearer when active. Lilith is seemingly capable of activating its effects at will, with the mask's eyes, which are usually empty shadowed slots, glowing with a bright yellow upon activation. See Appearance for Visual Reference.
Magic Type : Caster Magic
Mage Rank : B Class Mage (Without Mask), A Class Mage (With Mask)
Magic :Nullification Magic, Telekinesis.
Spells :
Biography: Born to a modest family, Aimee Amelia Rapport grew up comfortable in her home within Balsam Village. As a little girl, she would spend entire days helping her parents manage the Inn. Something she took pride in doing, as the building also served as her home. Her true passion however, was singing. A talent which often earned her praise from many of the Inn's guests. Gifted with a truly beautiful voice, Aimee probably would have been a famous musician, had her father only remained faithful to his vows.
Calum, Aimee's father, had been married to his wife, Maria, for nearly two decades. Yet, despite loving her, he had also been cheating on her for the last six months. Haven fallen in love with Calum, his lover and receptionist, Estelle, eventually asked him to leave his wife. Only to her shame when he explained that he couldn't. It would be her wrath that would irreversibly change Aimee's life forever.
Deciding that she would rather see Calum dead than watch him continue to use both her and his wife, Estelle then issued a job request to all the mage guilds of Fiore. A million Jewels to whoever brought her the head of Calum Rapport. A job that the Dark Guild Lupin Claw accepted without delay. Thus, Estelle had unknowingly sealed Aimee's fate.
When Lupin Claw's hit squad, 'Cerberus', arrived, all hell broke loose. Having been celebrating Aimee's eight-teenth birthday, her entire family, as well as most of the Inn's guests, had gathered with the main hall. Dancing and Clapping as Aimee sung an array of songs, they never stood the slightest chance. Determined not to leave any witnesses, the Dark Mages even slaughtered Aimee's four year old brother Roy. Aimee herself, had been run through before she could scream for help. But death was only the beginning for her.
Having been buried within an unmarked grave, like all the other victims of the 'New Year Massacre', Aimee's body was eventually dug up by a coven of Dark mages. Experimenting with reanimation, and armed with a book of Zeref, the coven repeatedly used multiple corpses as test subjects for various incantations and spells. They knew only failure, until they managed to use Living Magic to breathe new life into Aimee's lifeless corpse. Though she looked and sounded like the young she once was before, the being the coven had created was merely a 'demon' in human skin.
Unable to maintain control of the reincarnated Aimee, the coven was then slaughtered by their own creation. Which, thanks to their efforts, now wielded both Nullification Magic and Telekinesis. Confused and unaware of who, or what, she was. The returned Aimee then aimlessly wondered the world. Without purpose or a sense of self identity.
At some point, she was discovered by (Either Rune_Alchemist's Character or the main villian). (Name) who eventually became aware of what she was, after travelling with her for some time, was the one who then named her Lilith. (He/She/It) also help train her in the use of her magical abilities and gave her mask. As a reward for giving her both a purpose and a identity, Lilith then vowed to always serve (name), whom she began to call 'Master'. Currently, she continues to accompany (name) and aid (him/her/it) on (his/her/it's) quest.
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@Rune: Sweet, thanks.
Edit: @Shifter: xD Lol. That genuinely made me laugh.
Edit: @Shifter: xD Lol. That genuinely made me laugh.
Shifter_Master said
I'm in the mid west of the united states, that give us a 5 hour time discrepancy. *sigh* I don't want to wait that long to see if my Cs is accepted T^T
It's worth the wait, no?
Canada, So i feel your pain :P
@Marc: Since you put up CSs for NPCs, would we be required to do the same?
I ask because, i have an idea for an antogonist character. Though they'd be a face from Verin's past, i had also hoped they could be a henchman of sorts, under the command of the main villian. Would this be ok?
I suppose this question also extends to you as well Rune_Alchemist, provided your CS is approved.
Thanks for the feed back Marc, and i'm glad you liked it. 
Made the edit btw. :)
Made the edit btw. :)
Name : Verin Wandera
Nickname/Alias : Nephilim
Age : 20
DOB : March 30th
Gender : Male
Sexuality : Heterosexual
Appearance:
Personality : Despite his usually indifferent demeanor, Verin is kind and loving at heart. A fact he tries to hide out of fear that it makes him weak. To those that truly know him, he is an exceptional friend and ally. Whose will to protect is out weighed only by his capacity for kindness. As an lax and easy going individual, he is near impossible to anger. As he usually greets hostility with a smug shrug. The exception being when those close to him are unjustly threatened or harmed.
Arsenal : Verin wields a moderately large double edged sword named Esclarin. Though this weapon possesses no magical abilities, it can be used in conjunction with some of Verin's spells. Verin will often avoid using the sword in battle, for fear of damaging it. Thus, instead heavily relies on his right arm for physical combat.
Magic Type : Caster/Ancient Spell/Lost
Mage Rank : C Class Mage
Magic :Flame God Slayer Magic.
Spells :
Biography: Verin was orphaned in his youth by the Dragon Acnologia after his father, Dranis, a mage of fairy tail, attempted to slay the beast. As per request. Thus, having lost his mother at birth, Verin spent his youth under the care of his Aunt. As a historian and record keeper for the dark guild Lupin Claw, Alia, spent her time locating, retrieving and archiving ancient relics and texts. Something that Verin, in his youth, would often aid her with.
However, his life changed forever on the day that he discovered a book called 'The Archon of Sin'. Having unexpectedly found it within the library of his guild, Verin had questioned his aunt about it. Interestingly, Alia neglected being aware of its existence, thus, Verin attempted to decipher the text. It was while doing this, that its pages began to glow and a black light shot forth and consumed him.
When he awoke, having passed out due to shock, Verin could no longer feel his right forearm. Yet, the ten year old was even more frantic when he discovered that his fore-arm had been encased within a black scale-like substance. The book having vanished. It was Alia who eventually sensed his increased magical proficiency. Concerned, she then notified the leader of Lupin Claw.
As a fellow God Slayer, Auger immediately identified Verin as an God Slayer as well. However, he too was baffled by the gauntlet that had become his arm. Intent on using Verin to further his own motives, Auger spent the next eight years teaching Verin how to wield his magic. Despite the differences in their elements. It was during this time that Verin developed the moniker 'The Nephilim'. Little did he know that his career as a dark mage would soon come to an end.
During a particular assassination mission, something Lupin Claw had been notably notorious for, Verin was betrayed by his guild. Discarded as a weakling when he refused to execute a defenceless mage. While he was not alone in the decision to spare the young child, he alone was the lone survivor of his guild's purge. Albeit being severely wounded and left for dead. Thus, it was only after this unusual display of ruthlessness, that Verin decided to live as a rouge.
That was, until he crossed paths with a team of Mages from the Fairy Tail guild. Who he was forced to compete with over an on going job. Inevitably, the two parties clashed and did battle. With Verin swiftly meeting defeat. To his surprise though, the three mages who had beaten him into unconsciousness, also brought him back to their guild. Having taken pity on him after learning of his misfortune during their battle.
It was this act of kindness, as well as the realization that his father, who he couldn't remember, had belonged to the guild, that ultimately drove him to join Fairy Tail. Though that was over a year ago, Verin still loyally serves as a Fairy Tail Mage. Relentless in pursuit of his dream of becoming a hero of the world.
Other:
Esclarin was the sword used by his father during his battle with Acnologia. After earning the guild's trust, it was collectively presented to him by it's members as means of both welcoming him, and honoring his late father.
Verin's right arm is believed to be indestructible, as he has repeatedly used it to parry an array of weapons. However, doing so does cause him to feel pain relative to the force of the impact.
Despite his years of training as a God Slayer, Verin is notably weak for a mage of his kind. Mostly due to general inexperience. As most of his training dealt only with theory, as opposed to combative training.
Unlearned Spells
Nickname/Alias : Nephilim
Age : 20
DOB : March 30th
Gender : Male
Sexuality : Heterosexual
Appearance:
Personality : Despite his usually indifferent demeanor, Verin is kind and loving at heart. A fact he tries to hide out of fear that it makes him weak. To those that truly know him, he is an exceptional friend and ally. Whose will to protect is out weighed only by his capacity for kindness. As an lax and easy going individual, he is near impossible to anger. As he usually greets hostility with a smug shrug. The exception being when those close to him are unjustly threatened or harmed.
Arsenal : Verin wields a moderately large double edged sword named Esclarin. Though this weapon possesses no magical abilities, it can be used in conjunction with some of Verin's spells. Verin will often avoid using the sword in battle, for fear of damaging it. Thus, instead heavily relies on his right arm for physical combat.
Magic Type : Caster/Ancient Spell/Lost
Mage Rank : C Class Mage
Magic :Flame God Slayer Magic.
Spells :
Biography: Verin was orphaned in his youth by the Dragon Acnologia after his father, Dranis, a mage of fairy tail, attempted to slay the beast. As per request. Thus, having lost his mother at birth, Verin spent his youth under the care of his Aunt. As a historian and record keeper for the dark guild Lupin Claw, Alia, spent her time locating, retrieving and archiving ancient relics and texts. Something that Verin, in his youth, would often aid her with.
However, his life changed forever on the day that he discovered a book called 'The Archon of Sin'. Having unexpectedly found it within the library of his guild, Verin had questioned his aunt about it. Interestingly, Alia neglected being aware of its existence, thus, Verin attempted to decipher the text. It was while doing this, that its pages began to glow and a black light shot forth and consumed him.
When he awoke, having passed out due to shock, Verin could no longer feel his right forearm. Yet, the ten year old was even more frantic when he discovered that his fore-arm had been encased within a black scale-like substance. The book having vanished. It was Alia who eventually sensed his increased magical proficiency. Concerned, she then notified the leader of Lupin Claw.
As a fellow God Slayer, Auger immediately identified Verin as an God Slayer as well. However, he too was baffled by the gauntlet that had become his arm. Intent on using Verin to further his own motives, Auger spent the next eight years teaching Verin how to wield his magic. Despite the differences in their elements. It was during this time that Verin developed the moniker 'The Nephilim'. Little did he know that his career as a dark mage would soon come to an end.
During a particular assassination mission, something Lupin Claw had been notably notorious for, Verin was betrayed by his guild. Discarded as a weakling when he refused to execute a defenceless mage. While he was not alone in the decision to spare the young child, he alone was the lone survivor of his guild's purge. Albeit being severely wounded and left for dead. Thus, it was only after this unusual display of ruthlessness, that Verin decided to live as a rouge.
That was, until he crossed paths with a team of Mages from the Fairy Tail guild. Who he was forced to compete with over an on going job. Inevitably, the two parties clashed and did battle. With Verin swiftly meeting defeat. To his surprise though, the three mages who had beaten him into unconsciousness, also brought him back to their guild. Having taken pity on him after learning of his misfortune during their battle.
It was this act of kindness, as well as the realization that his father, who he couldn't remember, had belonged to the guild, that ultimately drove him to join Fairy Tail. Though that was over a year ago, Verin still loyally serves as a Fairy Tail Mage. Relentless in pursuit of his dream of becoming a hero of the world.
Other:
Yays! :p
xD I am guilty of no such thing!
Posted :)
Posted :)
Laying across Elise's bed, Avis ran his hand along her cheek. Glancing down at her as she snuggled against his frame, his heavy leather jacket now replacing the red robe she had worn over her bare skin. Half leaning against her bedroom wall, he eyed her wall mounted flat screen with departed interest. Flicking from channel to channel as he listened to her oral physics report. After another minute Elise began running her hand up and down his stomach, tracing his abs through his shirt as she concluded her report.
"So, how was it?" Having only listened to the main points and notations, his answer was a type of half truth.
"Good. I'd revise that bit about Gravity being the ultimate joker though." Again he shot her a glance, smirking as he waited for her response.
"Why? Gravity's unidirectional - attractive only. There is no equal and opposite antigravity." Playfully, she pounded on his chest. She then rolled over exaggeratedly, pressing her bare chest against his stomach as she looked up into his eyes.
He simply raised his left brow, causing the twenty year old girl to absent-mindedly giggle as he issued his response.
"Because. I mean, while you can’t shield yourself off from gravity, it does drop off in intensity via the inverse square law relationship. Even though it dominates the entire universe; Holding stars, solar systems, galaxies, and even clusters of galaxies together. All we have to do to escape it is go into orbit and experience Zero-G.
Same goes for Entropy. Technically, local pockets of entropy can be reversed. At the expense of increasing entropy outside of that local pocket. Like, our lives and activities are one constant battle to try and reverse local entropy, but all that is at the expense of increasing entropy in the the cosmos. Cause no matter what, we're always expending our store of energy.
I'd say time's the ultimate joker. It’s unidirectional everywhere for everyone. Sure, rate-of-change can slow down for someone in high and constant acceleration and/or experiencing, or in the presence of, a very high gravitational environment. But the slowing down of time, is only from the perspective of someone looking on. The person in question would still note their own personal time ticking away at the usual rate. So once you consider Steven Hawkings' Chronology Protection Conjecture, you can only conclude that time can't be stopped or reversed. The universe doesn't allow it."
Elise sighed, loosing an "whatever" as she crawled up as to kiss his lips. He met her half way. For a while, that was how they remained, locked in passionate embrace. Each pulling the other closer as they lost themselves in a moment of bliss. With a final tug Avis then moved away, sitting up before gently setting her aside as to hop off of the bed. A worried look lined her face.
"T'inquiète. I'm going for a drink." Noting her expression, he turned back as to kiss her forehead reassuringly before looking to her face. With a smile she nodded her head. Satisfied, Avis exited the room and made his way downstairs to the kitchen. As he opened the fridge, he glanced at his watch. A bit annoyed as its illuminative LCD screen began to flash and the watch ringingly beeped.
A reminder that he was to go visit Dallas.
For an instant, he was filled with both sadness and rage. He had known Dallas for years now, and despite having constantly butted heads with the man, Avis had come to cherish him as a true friend. Ergo, as he thought about what had happened to him, he couldn't help but feel a bit outraged. After a few seconds, the feeling passed.
Bending forward awkwardly, the teenager went on to scan the contents of the fridge, grunting in protest as his eyes moved from vegetable juices and sodas to water. Finally, after another glance, he smirked and grabbed up both a carton of milk and a lone vodka forty. He held the latter up as to look at it before glancing at the steps. The words "she would" leaving his lips as he shook his head idly. Opening the carton, he took a sip, shaking it in his hand as he realized it was less then half full. Placing it back on the counter, Avis then quickly poured a twelfth of the forty into the carton and returned the bottle to the fridge.
He had only gotten half way towards the steps when Elise, in her usual impatience, called down.
"Hey Avis!!!? Didn't you say you were going to visit Dallas today!? Can I come!?" He couldn't help smirking at her words. Albeit being shocked by her request, Avis let himself chuckle after her for a moment. Finding it ironic that the judgemental Elise Taylor would want to visit 'that punk'.
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Seated upon an uncomfortably rigid hospital bench, Lancaster swore inwardly. His emerald eyes slits as he stared daggers at the door leading out into a hallway - or rather, the two employees standing behind it. Resenting the duo who blockaded his attempt to see Dallas as he idly fidgeted with his phone. Relentlessly turning it in his hand. All the while contemplating a newly futile plan of approach. He would have continued to sit there in silence as he had for half an hour, had it not been for the sudden opening of the waiting room's door.
When the duo emerged from behind them, Avis wasted no time in springing to his feet. His jacket once again hugging his frame. Moving quickly, Avis arrived just as a nurse had been passing Dallas' room. Momentarily surprised by the dark skinned teen, who in his haste had nearly collided with her, the elderly brunette let out a yelp. Embarrassed, the shorter woman quickly scurried away. Hiding her face from an indifferent Avis as she went on her way. As he entered the room and caught his first glimpse of an unconscious Dallas, he felt his heart sink. Ignoring the unfamiliar girl to her left, the teen's face then unknowingly expressed his concerned disposition as he greeted the mother of his friend.
"Mrs. Robertson..." Despite his desire to comfort her, trepidation then filled him. Thus he couldn't find the words. Unable to properly relay the way he inwardly felt, he instead settled for the three words he knew she had been frequently asked. "How is he?" She didn't speak, opting to instead gesture towards the bed, but her grim expression told all. There was no change. Lovingly, he briefly placed upon her shoulder an hand, which she touched.
Pseudo-lethargically, he then moved away, and, after taking a seat within one of the remaining chairs, his gazed focused about his friend. Fear stricken, Avis then remembered the first time he had ever sat next to someone restricted to a hospital.
Gingerly, a young, afro bearing child of barely eight repeatedly poked at an older child's leg. The child in question, a Caucasian female roughly fifteen, giggled and playfully swatted away his finger. Her face full of joy despite the pain she must have felt as a result of her broken hip, arm and leg. Megan, Avis' semi-frequent baby sitter while his parents were out together, had been struck by a car. Though more vulgarly, Avis now said the same thing to Dallas he had to her back then.
"You look like shit."
It was only after these words, and a pinch between the eyes, that Lancaster endeavored to acknowledge the Olive skinned teenager. Whom Mrs. Robertson had just finished addressing when he had first came in. Without rising from his chair, nor averting from Dallas his gaze, Avis issued a sort of informal greeting. Although he was sincere, his manner would've portrayed him as being stark.
"Avis, by the way. You a friend of Dee's?"
"So, how was it?" Having only listened to the main points and notations, his answer was a type of half truth.
"Good. I'd revise that bit about Gravity being the ultimate joker though." Again he shot her a glance, smirking as he waited for her response.
"Why? Gravity's unidirectional - attractive only. There is no equal and opposite antigravity." Playfully, she pounded on his chest. She then rolled over exaggeratedly, pressing her bare chest against his stomach as she looked up into his eyes.
He simply raised his left brow, causing the twenty year old girl to absent-mindedly giggle as he issued his response.
"Because. I mean, while you can’t shield yourself off from gravity, it does drop off in intensity via the inverse square law relationship. Even though it dominates the entire universe; Holding stars, solar systems, galaxies, and even clusters of galaxies together. All we have to do to escape it is go into orbit and experience Zero-G.
Same goes for Entropy. Technically, local pockets of entropy can be reversed. At the expense of increasing entropy outside of that local pocket. Like, our lives and activities are one constant battle to try and reverse local entropy, but all that is at the expense of increasing entropy in the the cosmos. Cause no matter what, we're always expending our store of energy.
I'd say time's the ultimate joker. It’s unidirectional everywhere for everyone. Sure, rate-of-change can slow down for someone in high and constant acceleration and/or experiencing, or in the presence of, a very high gravitational environment. But the slowing down of time, is only from the perspective of someone looking on. The person in question would still note their own personal time ticking away at the usual rate. So once you consider Steven Hawkings' Chronology Protection Conjecture, you can only conclude that time can't be stopped or reversed. The universe doesn't allow it."
Elise sighed, loosing an "whatever" as she crawled up as to kiss his lips. He met her half way. For a while, that was how they remained, locked in passionate embrace. Each pulling the other closer as they lost themselves in a moment of bliss. With a final tug Avis then moved away, sitting up before gently setting her aside as to hop off of the bed. A worried look lined her face.
"T'inquiète. I'm going for a drink." Noting her expression, he turned back as to kiss her forehead reassuringly before looking to her face. With a smile she nodded her head. Satisfied, Avis exited the room and made his way downstairs to the kitchen. As he opened the fridge, he glanced at his watch. A bit annoyed as its illuminative LCD screen began to flash and the watch ringingly beeped.
A reminder that he was to go visit Dallas.
For an instant, he was filled with both sadness and rage. He had known Dallas for years now, and despite having constantly butted heads with the man, Avis had come to cherish him as a true friend. Ergo, as he thought about what had happened to him, he couldn't help but feel a bit outraged. After a few seconds, the feeling passed.
Bending forward awkwardly, the teenager went on to scan the contents of the fridge, grunting in protest as his eyes moved from vegetable juices and sodas to water. Finally, after another glance, he smirked and grabbed up both a carton of milk and a lone vodka forty. He held the latter up as to look at it before glancing at the steps. The words "she would" leaving his lips as he shook his head idly. Opening the carton, he took a sip, shaking it in his hand as he realized it was less then half full. Placing it back on the counter, Avis then quickly poured a twelfth of the forty into the carton and returned the bottle to the fridge.
He had only gotten half way towards the steps when Elise, in her usual impatience, called down.
"Hey Avis!!!? Didn't you say you were going to visit Dallas today!? Can I come!?" He couldn't help smirking at her words. Albeit being shocked by her request, Avis let himself chuckle after her for a moment. Finding it ironic that the judgemental Elise Taylor would want to visit 'that punk'.
Seated upon an uncomfortably rigid hospital bench, Lancaster swore inwardly. His emerald eyes slits as he stared daggers at the door leading out into a hallway - or rather, the two employees standing behind it. Resenting the duo who blockaded his attempt to see Dallas as he idly fidgeted with his phone. Relentlessly turning it in his hand. All the while contemplating a newly futile plan of approach. He would have continued to sit there in silence as he had for half an hour, had it not been for the sudden opening of the waiting room's door.
When the duo emerged from behind them, Avis wasted no time in springing to his feet. His jacket once again hugging his frame. Moving quickly, Avis arrived just as a nurse had been passing Dallas' room. Momentarily surprised by the dark skinned teen, who in his haste had nearly collided with her, the elderly brunette let out a yelp. Embarrassed, the shorter woman quickly scurried away. Hiding her face from an indifferent Avis as she went on her way. As he entered the room and caught his first glimpse of an unconscious Dallas, he felt his heart sink. Ignoring the unfamiliar girl to her left, the teen's face then unknowingly expressed his concerned disposition as he greeted the mother of his friend.
"Mrs. Robertson..." Despite his desire to comfort her, trepidation then filled him. Thus he couldn't find the words. Unable to properly relay the way he inwardly felt, he instead settled for the three words he knew she had been frequently asked. "How is he?" She didn't speak, opting to instead gesture towards the bed, but her grim expression told all. There was no change. Lovingly, he briefly placed upon her shoulder an hand, which she touched.
Pseudo-lethargically, he then moved away, and, after taking a seat within one of the remaining chairs, his gazed focused about his friend. Fear stricken, Avis then remembered the first time he had ever sat next to someone restricted to a hospital.
Gingerly, a young, afro bearing child of barely eight repeatedly poked at an older child's leg. The child in question, a Caucasian female roughly fifteen, giggled and playfully swatted away his finger. Her face full of joy despite the pain she must have felt as a result of her broken hip, arm and leg. Megan, Avis' semi-frequent baby sitter while his parents were out together, had been struck by a car. Though more vulgarly, Avis now said the same thing to Dallas he had to her back then.
"You look like shit."
It was only after these words, and a pinch between the eyes, that Lancaster endeavored to acknowledge the Olive skinned teenager. Whom Mrs. Robertson had just finished addressing when he had first came in. Without rising from his chair, nor averting from Dallas his gaze, Avis issued a sort of informal greeting. Although he was sincere, his manner would've portrayed him as being stark.
"Avis, by the way. You a friend of Dee's?"
Btw, Frozen, i can post avis' arriving post whenever you feel is the best time.
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