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Post by Myrleia of Bithynia on Sept 2, 2014 12:04:47 GMT -5
Clara Daniels
Loving Wife and Mother
RIP
That was the simple grave that Mya had decided to lay her head on. It was a simple gravestone, a rectangle flat to the ground, only slightly worn by time. The still living weapon’s skull rested against the rock, her hair the only real padding. It didn’t matter. Positioning herself so that she was laying straight atop where the coffin would have been buried, her legs crossed at the ankles, her arms were stretched up, fingers laced loosely together above her head.
The girl’s eyes were open, duly focused on what was above her. A dense fog. Trees with odd hooks. Taller graves were seen from the corner of her eyes. And somewhere beyond the trees was the sun. It seemed so distant yet it was nowhere near evening where the sun would disappear and the moon would stand above. It was late afternoon but not late enough to threaten darkness.
Myrleia chose here for the quiet, the odd mood, the irksome darkness. Most of these things kept people away. It was a place for the dead and often a place of sadness. Perfect for her. Moving was… disliked, so that was close to sadness. And she would like to pretend her body was unmoving like the dead. So… Cemetery, Myrleia of Bithynia was here.
That was the plan for the rest of the day, to not move. Her sisters… were obnoxious again today. They weren’t every day, and she was grateful for the quiet ones, but today was not a gratefulness day. One after another, the girls of varying ages had entered and exited her room. Why didn’t she go to class? Why didn’t she have a partner? Why did they have to drag her around? Why didn’t she do anything? Older and younger sisters alike were just clueless. It was like… once they came to this school, they totally forgot how their sister functioned.
For as much as possible, she didn’t want to function. She wanted to be left alone.
That wasn’t even all that bad. Ignoring their intrusions was easy. The less she spoke in return, the less long they remained. However… That didn’t always work. Harpe, an average height girl, a little bit younger than Mya, golden locks and blue eyes…. She had a thing for getting men to follow her around, for enjoying attention, and for attempting to lead. As empty headed as she was. Apparently she wanted to lead Mya today….
Pulling her from her bed, Harpe always glowed with a smile, even in fury. That was always terrifying… The girl chattered on and as Mya let her weight fall beneath her, ready to just collapse on the ground, she was met with a look. Piercing blue eyes that could shoot an icicle straight through someone’s heart. Mya collapsed and there would be hell to pay.
A sigh escaping her lips, Mya pushed the memory from her mind. Right now, she didn’t want to deal with why she was here but merely that she could be here. Empty her mind, try not to travel through her mind’s village. Unfocus. Relax. And maybe stay hidden until nightfall.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2014 13:36:32 GMT -5
Espen had made a point of visiting every facility Shibusen had to offer. He was still new here, but had just about been everywhere. That was save for the cemetery. For what had Espen to do at a cemetery? Specifically one as creepy as this. The fog here would have been enough to make Espen want to turn around and go back to his dorm, but it’s not like that was unlucky or something. Espen’s curiosity got the best of him sometimes. Now was one of those times.
Entering the graveyard, Espen held his breath. Arianne had told him that if you did that, none of the spirits could harm you. He also watched very carefully where his feet stepped. Bad luck to step on a grave. Bad luck to trip while visiting. Eck, graveyards were just bad luck in general. But also so intriguing. The curiosity had won over Espen this time, but he might be quick to leave. Well, unless something really interesting happened. Lots of interesting stuff could happen in a graveyard.
In regards to the bad luck, Espen had to cut class to visit this graveyard. Going too late was also bad luck... Not really a big deal, though. This just meant that Espen would be all alone. Or mostly alone. Spirits and all. Hopefully he wouldn’t see an actual ghost! Though that would also kinda be neat. Gah, curse this curiosity that caused Espen to ignore his better judgement. He’d go the way of a cat and die because of it someday.
Espen’s footsteps were light. Mya might have not even hear him slowly approach, especially since he only took one or two steps before pausing for a while to look around. He was far too careful. Not that he really needed to be, honestly. The gem hanging from Espen’s neck was more than enough to ward off the bad luck he’d get if he tripped. He just didn’t want to risk it. Though Mya probably wouldn’t have even cared about Espen showing up. Not that he knew that.
For now, Espen’s vision was obscured too much by the fog to see Mya. But, after a few more minutes of wandering around, he did see the girl. At first, he wasn’t sure what she was. She didn’t move, but the colours were too organic for him to simply brush off. Espen cautiously stepped a bit closer. He could now see that a girl lay down. On a grave. Clearly there was only one conclusion to come to.
”GAH! A ghost!”
The sound of Espen’s yelling quickly filled the whole cemetery. Despite obviously being scared, Espen made no moves to run away. He kinda wanted to see what the ghost would do. Or maybe it was a zombie? Either way maybe she’d tell him something of interest. Espen could always fend for himself. Demon weapon and all. Though he wasn’t quite sure how much a silver blade would do against a ghost. That’d be an interesting thing to find out.
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Post by Jin-Eun Song on Sept 26, 2014 16:42:44 GMT -5
Jin-Eun had many duties in working with his father in the family morgue. Usually he was assisting in more hands on tasks, but today there was a shortage of things to do. Only two autopsies, both of which weren’t lacking in attendants. Three redresses, only one of which he’d had to do, and he didn’t need to be present for the actual funeral service later that afternoon. The morgue was already spotless and he’d reorganized the file cabinets last weekend. His mother was home so his sister was looked after, and he would rather be doing tasks involved in his future than homework.
So Jin-Eun had spent the last hour or so going over grave markers.
Humming along to a song he hadn’t sung in over a year, Jin-Eun knelt beside the next empty space and glanced between the two headstones on either side, balancing a clipboard carefully on one arm. To the right, Mizuki Arakaki. Jin-Eun marked down the name after staring a long moment at the dates on her headset. She was only seventeen, the same age he was now. His thoughts went to Shibusen immediately. A mission gone bad? Most likely, he decided. The thought sent an unpleasant chill through him that he shoved down. He didn’t need to worry about that yet. He needed to focus on work. To the left, Noël Pelletier. Jin-Eun scribbled down the name, glanced over the dates. This one had lived longer at least, granted not much. Out of school so beyond suspicion, but he couldn’t help but wonder just what his cause of death must have been to be dead at twenty-five.
He tucked the clip board under his arm and stuck the pen he carried behind his ear. Slung over his shoulder was a small back of colored spikes just sharp enough to dig into the ground. Removing one, he leaned forward and pushed it into the dark dirt as best he could. Florence Ashworth would rest between them sometime in the next few days once the grave could be dug and the casket lowered into the earth. Jin-Eun didn’t know exactly when yet, but he didn’t truly need to. Standing once again, he looked out through the fog, taking a moment to note the trees and the great hooks hanging from them. Not the prettiest graveyard he’d ever been in, but one of the creepier ones to some he imagined. It still managed to bring him peace all the same, but perhaps that was just from being desensitized.
Granted that peace was shattered with a scream carrying long the fog. Jin-Eun turned around every which way to try and discern where it had come from before running in that direction. For one, there could be trouble. Those hooks hardly seemed safe, and it wasn’t beyond reason that someone could trip and hurt themselves on a headstone. But the word ghost had also been involved which had his interest peaked. Jin-Eun wasn’t unfamiliar with ghosts, after all they had a few hanging around the morgue and funeral home, but those were ones he knew well. New ones were far more exciting.
Twisting with practiced ease between graves and pausing intermittently to squint through the fog, Jin-Eun eventually discerned two shadows not far from him. Slowly to a walk as he approached, the white haired boy came into view first who appeared entirely panicked. Jin-Eun glanced around, but he didn’t see any spirits. Disappointing, but his expression remained neutral for the most part, if a might confused. “I don’t see any ghost.” He was sure to keep a bit of distance. If he did scare him he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of a punch to the gut like when he snuck up on Jin-Iseul.
Then he saw the girl lying on the ground with her head upon a gravestone. Jin-Eun felt panic hit him and worry paint itself on his features. Hurrying closer, he knelt beside her and set down the bag he carried. “Are you alright? Did you fall and hurt yourself?”
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Post by Myrleia of Bithynia on Oct 26, 2014 15:05:42 GMT -5
The stillness of the cemetery was refreshing. She didn’t have to think or recall one thing. With nothing moving in or away, she could simply exist. In and out of time, be there but not mentally present. It was something she hadn’t ‘enjoyed’ this fully in a long while.
This absent state mostly left Mya unaware of her surroundings. Unless something obvious happened by, she wouldn’t notice. Sounds, smells, sights, no longer fully being processed. They were unimportant right now. They took effort and time. She lingered nowhere and with nothing as far as she was concerned.
That was until a scream pierced her senses.
While the simple words didn’t totally register, Mya was pulled back into the reality of the cemetery. Glazed over blue eyes slowly began focusing on the world around her. Turning her head ever so slightly to the side, she wondered if she should concern herself with what caused the quick burst of noise. If someone was in trouble, that was no worry of hers. It wasn’t like she’d do anything. Then again… no matter what it was, it wasn’t like she would do anything. Mentally shrugging, she turned her head again so her vision focused towards the sky barely able to penetrate the fog that oddly seemed to grow thicker.
It was like she was doomed…
The sound of footsteps met her ears. While they didn’t seem obnoxiously close, they were obviously present. Whoever had yelled was running about. Maybe there really was trouble? Well let it find her. What was the worst that could happen? Life would continue on no matter the occurrence, even if it wasn’t specifically her life that continued.
The footsteps slowed and quickened, she was really beginning to lose track. Letting her mind slip back away to nowhere, or at least she had tried to. Her gaze focused directly up, she caught movement from above and to the side. What was this? Mya would have groaned at that point, if it wouldn’t have meant more action and effort. A replay of the few moments before, the blue eyes locked back into reality and she turned her head slightly to the side. She came face to face with another. In the atmosphere, she would have said his skin was white, his dark hair contrasted it greatly as well, making it look paler. What really caught her were the eyes, or… the emotion behind them. The caring and concern, she could only assume the words that accompanied such a look were asking much the same question. Something along the lines of..
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<< Is something wrong with her? Is she sick?>>
Her mother’s voice. The worry was heavy in her words, she sounded exhausted, but she couldn’t be seen. Another woman was with her, though those words weren’t quite as audible. They talked back and forth, hushed whispers as to not disturb the child they assumed was sleeping. A child of only a few years. Those first few years of life were the rare few that Mya really felt that concern and appreciation for her existence, this being one of the last times. A young child wouldn’t realize this, wouldn’t realize that this would go away. And she hadn’t. Decently joyous on the inside, the young Myrleia merely waited for her mother’s face to once again come into her vision. For the strong and dark skinned arms to surround her body with warm and care.
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In the present, Mya closed her eyes. This had been after getting lost in her thoughts, after her memory had overtaken her mind. Closing her eyes helped her to focus, she wasn’t looking into those greenish eyes of concern.
Turning her head further, she no longer wanted to waste the energy holding her head halfway between looking straight up and resting fully on the ground. So, she let her cheek rest on the cold stone of the grave. It took another few seconds, but the girl opened her eyes, gaze more focused on the dirt and bits of grass and purposefully keeping away from the one who knelt beside her.
<< I thought this place would give me rest. >>
In Greek, as (almost) always. They were probably some of the vaguest words she could have spoken, especially given the context. Not that she took that into consideration. It would have been much too difficult to translate and figure out the large picture of what was occurring in the cemetery that day.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2014 21:26:37 GMT -5
Jin-Eun was quite lucky that he had stayed at a distance. Espen was on edge. He wasn’t really the most panicky person in the world, but when it came to superstitions and the supernatural he could definitely be jumpy. Right now was no exception to this. When he heard the voice that said it did not see any ghosts, Espen spun around to try and get a look at it, his right hand turning into the blade of his weapon form. That had become and instinct kind of thing now, even though silver could not harm ghosts.
Surely another ghost had stumbled upon him and was now trying to convince him that there were no ghosts, so they could do ghostly things to poor Espen! Gah! How dastardly! It was a good thing Espen had held his breath as he entered the graveyard. That meant none of these spirits could harm him. Most people probably didn’t think to do that. These poor ghosts would be upset to learn that he had.
But this was a weird ghost, this second one. Espen was too far from the first ghost to be able to see it properly. Poor eyes. He needed glasses but they always bothered him with the way they sat on his face, or gave him headaches. The ghost that was closer to him suddenly looked panicked. Like they were concerned for the other ghost. Perchance the other ghost was ill? The male ghost’s words certainly made that seem like a possibility. But how could a ghost fall and hurt themselves? Huh. Espen was beginning to believe that these were not ghosts at all.
Espen had just enough confidence that he was perfectly safe to turn his partial form back into normal flesh and bone now. He took a few steps closer to the first ghost, just so he could get a better look at them. A girl who did not look alive, if you asked him. She didn’t move at all. But, then Espen looked at her chest and noted it rising up and down. Breathing. Ghosts didn’t breathe. Bah. This must have just been a regular girl. He was both relieved and just a tad disappointed.
Though the other guy (as Espen was now certain that he was also not a ghost) continued to walk towards the lying down girl, but Espen slunk back. He didn’t want to step on any of the graves, unlike these people were doing. He would have said something to them, but it was too late. Bad luck couldn’t be reversed while in a graveyard. Shame.
After a while of silence, the girl who was lying down spoke up. ...In a foreign language. Greek. Espen knew a bit of Greek. At least enough to know what the girl had been saying. ”Rest? In a graveyard? Kinda ironic, isn’t it?” Espen spoke to himself, but despite this his voice was loud enough for both Jin-Eun and Mya to hear. Espen didn’t tend to speak quietly, after all. Wasn’t much of a point to. It wasn’t like his words were a secret or something.
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Post by Jin-Eun Song on Jan 6, 2015 16:39:18 GMT -5
The other boy reacted unexpectedly in terms of fear, but at least they apparently had something in common. Jin-Eun couldn’t help but be a touch envious, either. He clearly had better control of his Weapon form, whatever it was, with a proper partial that was actually useful. Instead of a peg leg. His partial was only useful on Halloween, and the whole pirate act every year was beginning to get a bit stale.
Jin-Eun didn’t startle one bit when he saw the blade and metal. He merely held up a hand and offered a small smile in an attempt to calm the other. “Don’t worry, I’m no ghost. Just your average NOT student, nothing to worry about.” He spoke soft as always, but his attention had of course quickly turned elsewhere. Jin-Eun really did wish at times that he didn’t have the medical knowledge he did, even if it was fascinating stuff and necessary to his future profession, it gave him cause to worry over anything abnormal in those around him.
Well, she was moving at least. The girl looked at him, though he spotted next to zero interest in him or the other boy present. Jin-Eun worried only slightly less knowing she was at the very last still alive, but her lack of response was…unsettling. Not the reaction he would have expected and one that had his mind going a mile a minute to medical reasons. Had she perhaps fallen and hit her head? Maybe sustained an injury that way which would result in delayed movement and recognition? Could she have a preexisting medical condition that made her feel faint?
Except that she really was just lying there. If she had fallen, surely she would appear less relaxed and more unkempt or, to some, comedic. There was no sign of distress in the way she was behaving, and if she had been hurt in any way she was either still dazed or couldn’t care less. Or you’re worrying too much as usual and she isn’t hurt at all. Jin-Eun knew full well that he wasn’t the only one who decided to wander through graveyards for whatever reason, whether it be ghost hunting or something indescribably awful as grave robbing.
But then she spoke and Jin-Eun was even more puzzled. Greek? It was far too much to hope that she was anything close to the spirits, legends, or goddesses related to the underworld in the mythology he’d studied so closely. That would be too lucky. Also, far more than he was capable of handling. But he was being ridiculous. So she spoke Greek, so did a lot of people in the world, granted not necessarily in Death City. Although apparently he wasn’t the only once since the boy behind him appeared to understand. While the girl’s words troubled him for how grim they sounded uttered by someone still breathing, the boy’s warranted a reaction as he glanced at him over his shoulder.
“Indeed,” he agreed quietly, “A graveyard is hardly a suitable resting place for someone still alive.” Jin-Eun thought a moment too long on that, though, looking curiously thoughtful. “Unless of course they happened to be buried alive by accident, but that hardly ever happens nowadays. I’ve only encountered something like that once, and it wasn’t by accident at all-“ He stopped himself abruptly. Now is really not the time for you morgue stories. Jin-Eun cast a bashful look towards the ground rather than meet the other boy’s gaze, just in case he’d scared him more than he had before. “Sorry, nevermind.”
Jin-Eun turned his attention back on the girl, still kneeling at her side. Careful not to crowd her, he tried to get more information out of her. The situation so far just didn’t make a lick of sense. <<Rest in what way?>> He spoke with definite curiosity, head leaning to one side. <<Did you come here for the silence?>> That was the only thing that Jin-Eun could imagine she meant. Unless she meant she had wanted to sleep like the dead in which case his worries would return depending on her answer.
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Post by Myrleia of Bithynia on Apr 1, 2015 20:56:59 GMT -5
Sounds met her ears. As much as she tried to block them from her senses, it was much too clear to ignore. Especially since she had been torn from her wonderful world of nothing. After a few seconds, a faint realization hit her. The concerned green eyes… The voice that accompanied them…. It was not the same voice she had just heard. Her attempts at ignoring the sound proved halfway fruitful, she kept none of Espen’s words in her memory. But the sound of his voice had registered. No. What she had just heard was not that of green eyes.
The faintest bit of confusion might be caught in her eyes as she shifted her head once again. Only a slight bit this time, a simple turn to catch Jin-Eun’s gaze again. Maybe she imagined it, confirming he still existed might help. More words. She didn’t meet the green eyes, but she saw the black hair. He was… looking to someone else? More white caught her eyes. Not Jin-Eun’s skin… but it looked like hair. Ugh. Two. At least two of them. Maybe she should have chanced staying at home.
It was harder to ignore this boys words, especially since she had been paying attention to figure out the whole voice conundrum. Her mind racing to find connections for the sounds ‘indeed,’ Mya begged for something to distract her. His words went on and on. Graveyard. Resting. Someone. Alive. Happened. Buried. Alive. And more still. Falling more back into her own thoughts instead of the world around her, she found herself attempting to figure out what he was saying. Well.. more or less forcing herself to.
<<Rest in what way?>>
Those words halted any thought. Houses, rooms, boxes… the town of her mind instantly vanished as she heard the ever so clear Greek. Back and forth, Mya was deciding. Move or not to move… She couldn’t really figure out why she should move, other than the fact that they might continue to stick around and speak to her. But moving could also be an invitation.
Exhaling through her nose, a sort of raspy sound came from her slightly tightening her throat. Mya had decided to move, and she wasn’t super happy about it. However… it was better than straining her neck every few moments. Movements slow and sure, she didn’t look unsteady, just sloth-like. Slow and calculated. Arms shifting from above her head, they came to either side of her, palms resting on the ground. Pushing upwards, she held her upper body up with her arms, while keeping her legs out and crossed. Turning her head towards the two, she got a better view of both of them.
Confirmation that there were two. Two that were very different in appearance. Now to answer the question that wasn’t so gone from her, since it was in Greek.
<<I like to be away from everything.>>
Mya spoke simply, in response to him asking rest in what way. Her gaze was focused on him, seeing as he had asked the question, but she didn’t completely let the white haired one escape her thoughts.
<<Silence is the best word you could use to describe it.>>
Her gaze shifted ever so slightly to the other boy. For a moment, she didn’t speak, just kept her eyes focused on his face.
<<You’re the one that broke that, didn’t you?”>>
It would have sounded accusing, if not for the fact that Mya’s voice was almost devoid of any obvious emotion. That was extra effort. Minimize.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2015 12:03:59 GMT -5
Espen felt just a bit silly. Pointing his partial weapon form at a NOT student. How rude of him. Not only that, but if they HAD been a ghost, Espen would have been laughed at for thinking his weapon form could harm them period.
But then again, what the hell were these people doing in a graveyard anyway? It couldn’t be for the same reason as him. Because... well, actually, he supposed that there might be a lot of other curious new people. That would explain the NOT student at least. The girl lying down? Resting? Yea, Espen wasn’t quite convinced that she wasn’t a ghost. That sounded like something a ghost would say. She didn’t really look like a ghost, but then again Espen couldn’t be quite sure what ghosts looked like. He had never seen one before, and doubted that they’d just look like someone covered in a white sheet.
The boy who most definitely was not a ghost agreed with Espen in terms of that this being an ironic place to be resting. But what his next words were interested Espen a whole heck of a lot more than the simple statement.
”Uh.” He began, once again thinking aloud. He wasn’t really talking to himself this time, though. This time Espen talked clearly and loudly to make it obvious that he was addressing the NOT boy. ”Why would you know about such an event happening?” Just because Jin-Eun brushed off the story with a “nevermind” didn’t mean Espen was going to. It sounded interesting to him, even if it wasn’t really the time nor place for storytime.
This girl moved so slowly. It was creepy as hell. Perhaps instead of a ghost she was a zombie. She didn’t look like a zombie either, as none of her flesh was decaying away and she still had a lot of hair. For that matter, she didn’t particularly smell like a zombie. Espen didn’t really know what she smelt like, but the graveyard did not currently smell of rotting flesh. She didn’t really seem like anything supernatural. Feh. Must just be a really odd girl. Espen really needed to stop scaring himself with all these thoughts of the supernatural.
The two others conversed for a while. Espen remained mostly quiet. He was thoughtful today. For whatever reason, his mind seemed to be jumping all over the place. Probably because he was in a freaking graveyard. Ah well, at least he had remembered to hold his breath when entering so that the spirits couldn’t get to him.
Perhaps that sounded a bit silly too.
Espen only half paid attention to the conversation, but soon realized that the girl was addressing him. Judging by the fact that she was looking at him now. Creepy. ”Broke?” He spoke aloud to himself. Espen was lucky. The girl spoke so slowly that mentally translating her words was easy. However, he still went over the important information aloud like he normally did.
Ah, he probably shouldn’t talk to her in English. He wasn’t sure if she spoke it or not. Espen’s Greek was not exactly good, but it should be good enough for her to understand. <<Broke what?>>
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