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riverviewlogs2017-10-18 05:16 am
thelast) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-10-18 05:16 am
Entry tags:
You tiptoe for ages
who: Death & you.
what: Memshares and ghosts. Prose or brackets, your choice.
when: Mid-late October
where: Anywhere in or out of the city.
warnings: Teal deers?
A. Addressing the elephants in the room.
[This has happened before and she really didn't want it to happen again. Yet, here she is surrounded by heaps of the dead.
HEAPS.
They follow her around and shower others that get too close with a sudden discordant array of voices. Including, but certainly not limited to: venomous accusations, love confessions, varying questions, and the occasional scream. Her favorite.]
Oh, stop being so dramatic.
[Death isn't fazed by most of it and goes about it almost in the same way a mother would in a van full of unruly children. The only time she takes action is when the brazen ones cling to her in hopes of achieving rest and peace. That's when she gently pushes them back, which usually ends with them giving way to her touch as a leaf would to the wind.]
Are any of these yours?
[A question she's asking to anyone who stops or even looks her way.]
B. Just checking.
[Darkness that could be seen thanks to what could either be glowing smoke or straying light without a source surrounded two figures. Death, in her usual black jeans and black shirt that screamed punk/goth, and the ever present silver ankh on her long necklace. With her was a bald man in a tan safari shirt and pants. The sneer on his face wasn't shared by his hostess.]
What if I said you could have- [Suddenly the darkness turned bright with sunlight. Pillars structured around them ended in clouds at the bottom. Nothing supported them, but the two of them floated as easily as the cumulus around them. Death gestured at their paradisal surroundings.] brilliant lovely bliss forever? A continual best-ever warm bath of awesomeness. With a perpetual side order of familial, romantic, and even pet love and acceptance. A summer's day in a meadow with an everlasting cup of tea and every book. No worries, no tensions, just... truckloads of joy! Not just for you, but for everyone?
[The darkness surrounded them once more and he took a defiant stance, bordering on aggressive .]
Hmph. I'd say “What's the catch?” I think I'd spend forever looking for one. Listen, I'm not going to participate in this “process” of yours. I'm never going to accept it, I'm not going to bow my head. To anyone. [He pointed at her and almost spat his words. Death merely watched, unbothered and clearly amused as she casually waited for him to finish.] So, do what you're going to. Send me where you're going to send me. I'll find something to do. I'll find something to win. Even when I'm dead.
[Enough's been had apparently. He turned and stepped away from her. It took everything she had not give a slight snort as her black lips grew into a smirk.]
Lex. [Lex Luthor, please. Calm your dome.] This isn't even that conversation. This is more of a preliminary check on something; I never said you were dead. [Wisps of light lazily emanated from her. Death idly waved a couple of fingers from her open hand.] But I'll be seeing you.
[Shock, horror, anger... possibly fear flooded his face as she vanished into a complete absence of light.]
WHAT?! Do you mean that-?!
[The question went unfinished as the memory ended into full darkness.]
C. Don't dream it's over.
"You feeling okay?" Death asked as she walked out on to the expansive stone balcony. The dress she wore was uncomfortable, but any dress would be. Especially one from a fashion period that's about two hundred years out of date.
"No." The dark cloaked figure that had been leaning on the balustrade turned and crossed his arms quickly. A neatly dressed well-off privateer, an inhuman one. Wan in flesh tone and similarly dark hair were the most notable traits he shared with Death. Tall enough to clear her by a head or more, he had to look down at her with eyes that were so pitch black they may as well have been holes instead. "I am not 'feeling okay'."
As soon as Death was next to him he planted his folded arms on the balustrade once more. More to say and she was prepared to listen to every word.
"You heard what Desire said. How it addressed me. What it insinuated. What it implied. YOU HEARD. If Destiny had not intervened I would have..."
Death drew breath and rested her arms as well, relaxed in contrast to his barely contained temper. "Yeah. Well, it's probably a good job that Destiny did intervene, then. I mean, Desire was just trying to upset you. Wasn't that obvious?" She didn't think it needed pointing out, but he can be like that sometimes.
"Perhaps." Unable to stay in one position for too long, he turned his back to the balustrade and settled those dark eyes upon her, hand up in an exasperated gesture. "But none of you spoke out for me. When Desire talked of Nada that way... Sister-- you know how I felt for Nada once. What I feel for her still. But she defied me. I gave her due warning, and STILL she spurned me, so..."
The flattest look came over Death's face, sprinkled with a hint of pity and sadness. "So you sentenced her to Hell." She let the answer linger in the air when her brother didn't immediately respond.
"...yes."
Anger didn't bring her eyebrows together, rather disappointment."Desire was right." He needed to be hit with the truth and she wasn't afraid to do so. His hand, still in the air, snapping into a clench fist didn't faze her.
"WHAT?"
She stood up straight and placed a hand on her hip. "Well, maybe not about everything. But right about Nada, anyway. You did a terrible thing to that poor girl. You acted appallingly."
He pointed at her accusatorily, tone raised as she would have expected of her younger sibling.
"You too? Even YOU turn on me, my sister?"
She rolled her eyes. He could be so melodramatic sometimes. "Oh, just shut up and let me finish. You can shout at me afterwards." She waited until he dropped his hand before continuing. "Nada loved you. She really did. Now, Maybe Desire had more to do with that and with your reaction to Nada's love than it's saying. That doesn't matter. Because Nada was right. It is bad news for us to get involved with them. You know that." Any resentment and anger her had was gone, replaced by his usual downhearted glumness.
"I would have made her a goddess."
No. Nope. She wasn't letting him have even that. "Maybe she didn't want to be a goddess, little brother. Did you ever consider that? Anyway, condemning her to an eternity in Hell, just because she turned you down... That's a really shitty thing to do. Okay, I've finished. You can shout at me now."
He looked down over the balustrade thoughtfully before looking to her. The dark night of his eyes now had white pits and they looked at his sister in earnest, searching.
"Is this how you feel? Truly? That I have not behaved fittingly? That I have been unjust?"
She didn't hesitate. "Yes." Nor was she even the slightest bit angry. Simply honest.
"Very well, then. My course is clear." He donned his tricorne hat to finish piecing together his attire. "I had not wished to return to Hell. Not yet. Lucifer Morningstar is not one to forgive a slight, nor to forget an injury. But if I have committed a wrong, then I have but one course. It must be made right." He took both her hands in his in sincerity. "I must go to my own realm, first, to prepare. And then, though it might mean my doom, I must journey to Hell."
She knew he was being serious when he bowed to kiss her hand.
"My sister, I pray you tell our siblings that I was needed elsewhere, and I could not stay. Adieu."
Already the images of tiny stars danced around him as his physical form began to slowly fade. He was really going to do it.
"You too. Hey! Dream?" One last bit of advice she needed to impart.
"My lady?" He lifted the tip of his tricorne to give her his full attention as he departed without moving.
"Don't do anything stupid."
His form was almost gone entirely, but Dream did answer.
"I am afraid it is too late for that admonition. But I shall do my best. I can do no more. Either I shall bring Nada out of Hell... or I shall see you again soon, my sister. See you for one final time."
Those words worried her. Very much. What she could do aside from that, should he lose to Lucifer? She wiped away a rare tear.
"Idiot."
The memory ended with her turning away from the night sky as it fled from the morning sun.
D. Wildcard!
[Encounter Death anywhere at anytime? Post one of your character's memshares. Something backdated from the festival. Whatever tickles your fancy!]
what: Memshares and ghosts. Prose or brackets, your choice.
when: Mid-late October
where: Anywhere in or out of the city.
warnings: Teal deers?
A. Addressing the elephants in the room.
[This has happened before and she really didn't want it to happen again. Yet, here she is surrounded by heaps of the dead.
HEAPS.
They follow her around and shower others that get too close with a sudden discordant array of voices. Including, but certainly not limited to: venomous accusations, love confessions, varying questions, and the occasional scream. Her favorite.]
Oh, stop being so dramatic.
[Death isn't fazed by most of it and goes about it almost in the same way a mother would in a van full of unruly children. The only time she takes action is when the brazen ones cling to her in hopes of achieving rest and peace. That's when she gently pushes them back, which usually ends with them giving way to her touch as a leaf would to the wind.]
Are any of these yours?
[A question she's asking to anyone who stops or even looks her way.]
B. Just checking.
[Darkness that could be seen thanks to what could either be glowing smoke or straying light without a source surrounded two figures. Death, in her usual black jeans and black shirt that screamed punk/goth, and the ever present silver ankh on her long necklace. With her was a bald man in a tan safari shirt and pants. The sneer on his face wasn't shared by his hostess.]
What if I said you could have- [Suddenly the darkness turned bright with sunlight. Pillars structured around them ended in clouds at the bottom. Nothing supported them, but the two of them floated as easily as the cumulus around them. Death gestured at their paradisal surroundings.] brilliant lovely bliss forever? A continual best-ever warm bath of awesomeness. With a perpetual side order of familial, romantic, and even pet love and acceptance. A summer's day in a meadow with an everlasting cup of tea and every book. No worries, no tensions, just... truckloads of joy! Not just for you, but for everyone?
[The darkness surrounded them once more and he took a defiant stance, bordering on aggressive .]
Hmph. I'd say “What's the catch?” I think I'd spend forever looking for one. Listen, I'm not going to participate in this “process” of yours. I'm never going to accept it, I'm not going to bow my head. To anyone. [He pointed at her and almost spat his words. Death merely watched, unbothered and clearly amused as she casually waited for him to finish.] So, do what you're going to. Send me where you're going to send me. I'll find something to do. I'll find something to win. Even when I'm dead.
[Enough's been had apparently. He turned and stepped away from her. It took everything she had not give a slight snort as her black lips grew into a smirk.]
Lex. [Lex Luthor, please. Calm your dome.] This isn't even that conversation. This is more of a preliminary check on something; I never said you were dead. [Wisps of light lazily emanated from her. Death idly waved a couple of fingers from her open hand.] But I'll be seeing you.
[Shock, horror, anger... possibly fear flooded his face as she vanished into a complete absence of light.]
WHAT?! Do you mean that-?!
[The question went unfinished as the memory ended into full darkness.]
C. Don't dream it's over.
"You feeling okay?" Death asked as she walked out on to the expansive stone balcony. The dress she wore was uncomfortable, but any dress would be. Especially one from a fashion period that's about two hundred years out of date.
"No." The dark cloaked figure that had been leaning on the balustrade turned and crossed his arms quickly. A neatly dressed well-off privateer, an inhuman one. Wan in flesh tone and similarly dark hair were the most notable traits he shared with Death. Tall enough to clear her by a head or more, he had to look down at her with eyes that were so pitch black they may as well have been holes instead. "I am not 'feeling okay'."
As soon as Death was next to him he planted his folded arms on the balustrade once more. More to say and she was prepared to listen to every word.
"You heard what Desire said. How it addressed me. What it insinuated. What it implied. YOU HEARD. If Destiny had not intervened I would have..."
Death drew breath and rested her arms as well, relaxed in contrast to his barely contained temper. "Yeah. Well, it's probably a good job that Destiny did intervene, then. I mean, Desire was just trying to upset you. Wasn't that obvious?" She didn't think it needed pointing out, but he can be like that sometimes.
"Perhaps." Unable to stay in one position for too long, he turned his back to the balustrade and settled those dark eyes upon her, hand up in an exasperated gesture. "But none of you spoke out for me. When Desire talked of Nada that way... Sister-- you know how I felt for Nada once. What I feel for her still. But she defied me. I gave her due warning, and STILL she spurned me, so..."
The flattest look came over Death's face, sprinkled with a hint of pity and sadness. "So you sentenced her to Hell." She let the answer linger in the air when her brother didn't immediately respond.
"...yes."
Anger didn't bring her eyebrows together, rather disappointment."Desire was right." He needed to be hit with the truth and she wasn't afraid to do so. His hand, still in the air, snapping into a clench fist didn't faze her.
"WHAT?"
She stood up straight and placed a hand on her hip. "Well, maybe not about everything. But right about Nada, anyway. You did a terrible thing to that poor girl. You acted appallingly."
He pointed at her accusatorily, tone raised as she would have expected of her younger sibling.
"You too? Even YOU turn on me, my sister?"
She rolled her eyes. He could be so melodramatic sometimes. "Oh, just shut up and let me finish. You can shout at me afterwards." She waited until he dropped his hand before continuing. "Nada loved you. She really did. Now, Maybe Desire had more to do with that and with your reaction to Nada's love than it's saying. That doesn't matter. Because Nada was right. It is bad news for us to get involved with them. You know that." Any resentment and anger her had was gone, replaced by his usual downhearted glumness.
"I would have made her a goddess."
No. Nope. She wasn't letting him have even that. "Maybe she didn't want to be a goddess, little brother. Did you ever consider that? Anyway, condemning her to an eternity in Hell, just because she turned you down... That's a really shitty thing to do. Okay, I've finished. You can shout at me now."
He looked down over the balustrade thoughtfully before looking to her. The dark night of his eyes now had white pits and they looked at his sister in earnest, searching.
"Is this how you feel? Truly? That I have not behaved fittingly? That I have been unjust?"
She didn't hesitate. "Yes." Nor was she even the slightest bit angry. Simply honest.
"Very well, then. My course is clear." He donned his tricorne hat to finish piecing together his attire. "I had not wished to return to Hell. Not yet. Lucifer Morningstar is not one to forgive a slight, nor to forget an injury. But if I have committed a wrong, then I have but one course. It must be made right." He took both her hands in his in sincerity. "I must go to my own realm, first, to prepare. And then, though it might mean my doom, I must journey to Hell."
She knew he was being serious when he bowed to kiss her hand.
"My sister, I pray you tell our siblings that I was needed elsewhere, and I could not stay. Adieu."
Already the images of tiny stars danced around him as his physical form began to slowly fade. He was really going to do it.
"You too. Hey! Dream?" One last bit of advice she needed to impart.
"My lady?" He lifted the tip of his tricorne to give her his full attention as he departed without moving.
"Don't do anything stupid."
His form was almost gone entirely, but Dream did answer.
"I am afraid it is too late for that admonition. But I shall do my best. I can do no more. Either I shall bring Nada out of Hell... or I shall see you again soon, my sister. See you for one final time."
Those words worried her. Very much. What she could do aside from that, should he lose to Lucifer? She wiped away a rare tear.
"Idiot."
The memory ended with her turning away from the night sky as it fled from the morning sun.
D. Wildcard!
[Encounter Death anywhere at anytime? Post one of your character's memshares. Something backdated from the festival. Whatever tickles your fancy!]