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You Never Really Leave the Life [Open]
Mon Oct 02, 2017 7:46 pm
Solas FoicheM U S I C
As the warm morning light began to creep through her barely parted curtains to signal the beginning of a new day, the woman groaned and slowly opened her eyes to watch the tendril of light and warmth make its way towards her face. She sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes, yawning widely and stretching her arms out, feeling the half-sleepiness still finding its way through her muscles and core. She glanced over towards the red, flashing clock a couple of metres away and whined quietly at the time - 8.30 - she had barely gotten any rest, yet she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep now. Sighing and turning to sit on the edge of her bed, she shook her head and checked back over to the other side behind her. The indent of a person remained, but it wasn't warm. They'd left several hours ago, it seemed. She didn't blame them. Yawning widely and sliding off of the bed onto her bare feet, she reached down to her bedside table and shifted her glasses onto her face. Almost immediately the falseties vanished, leaving behind the material world that she lived in.
Sighing and yawning, Solas turned to take a quick look at herself in the mirror. She made a noise of frustration and ran fingers through her hair, trying to straighten it out at least a little bit before she had to go through her day. She would most likely get a good wash out of it before she went out for the day. Closing her eyes and yawning again, she shuffled out of her bedroom and into the kitchen of her reasonably small, cozy apartment. "Day 738 of retirement, nothing has changed..." Sighing out loud, she placed a hand onto the counter and shook her head, before taking a small glass and filling it to the brim with water. Downing that quickly, she shook her head again and slapped her cheek in an attempt to wake herself up. Stretching out again, she shuffled into her bathroom - shuffling back out 30 minutes later feeling much more refreshed, yet still feeling tired.
It had been over two years now, since she went into something of a "retirement." She didn't quite recall the reasons why, but she understood that at the time Genpaku had decided to go underground. Not willing to let him do that alone, Solas took the opportunity to leave the Vanguard and go underground as well. Sure, this seemed like the cowardly thing to do, but she had her reasons for sticking by Genpaku's decisions. That being said, retirement wasn't all that it was cracked out to be. Frankly, she was bored out of her goddamn skull.
Twenty minutes later. she had kitted herself out in her regular, mostly form-fitting clothing and opened the curtains of her bedroom. She took the time to make her bed, get everything together and stretch out once more. Passing a comb through her hair (Gigai were troublesome at best to maintain) and making sure that everything was in its correct place before she left, Solas endeavoured to go out and find something new to entertain herself.
Little did she know that in the bright, warm sunlight of Hawai'i she would find something to do - but that thing would bring her back to a life she had thought long gone.
Sighing and yawning, Solas turned to take a quick look at herself in the mirror. She made a noise of frustration and ran fingers through her hair, trying to straighten it out at least a little bit before she had to go through her day. She would most likely get a good wash out of it before she went out for the day. Closing her eyes and yawning again, she shuffled out of her bedroom and into the kitchen of her reasonably small, cozy apartment. "Day 738 of retirement, nothing has changed..." Sighing out loud, she placed a hand onto the counter and shook her head, before taking a small glass and filling it to the brim with water. Downing that quickly, she shook her head again and slapped her cheek in an attempt to wake herself up. Stretching out again, she shuffled into her bathroom - shuffling back out 30 minutes later feeling much more refreshed, yet still feeling tired.
It had been over two years now, since she went into something of a "retirement." She didn't quite recall the reasons why, but she understood that at the time Genpaku had decided to go underground. Not willing to let him do that alone, Solas took the opportunity to leave the Vanguard and go underground as well. Sure, this seemed like the cowardly thing to do, but she had her reasons for sticking by Genpaku's decisions. That being said, retirement wasn't all that it was cracked out to be. Frankly, she was bored out of her goddamn skull.
Twenty minutes later. she had kitted herself out in her regular, mostly form-fitting clothing and opened the curtains of her bedroom. She took the time to make her bed, get everything together and stretch out once more. Passing a comb through her hair (Gigai were troublesome at best to maintain) and making sure that everything was in its correct place before she left, Solas endeavoured to go out and find something new to entertain herself.
Little did she know that in the bright, warm sunlight of Hawai'i she would find something to do - but that thing would bring her back to a life she had thought long gone.
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Re: You Never Really Leave the Life [Open]
Mon Oct 02, 2017 9:17 pm
Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914
A Crab scuttled across the foam formed from waves crashing against the shore. It left it’s soft depressions in the sands as it meandered without a care in the world, it’s small mind unaware of the danger looming overhead. The cry of a gull as it swooped down and caught the crab in it’s claws and flew away, it’s powerful wings bringing it high into the sky. A cycle of destruction, for a cycle of creation. Wasn’t this how life revolved? A man sat upon that sandy beach, his black denim jeans covered by damp sand, his hands and bare feet slightly dug underneath the warm surface. His gaze unreadable as it watched the sight that unfolded in front of him. He thought about it, using this crab and gull as a simplification of a much grander picture. Was it that his hope to protect others through his own atonement wrong? Day after day he had watched withdrawn from the world, the mayhem and destruction that ran rampant.
He glanced down and raised his palm from the sand beneath it, watching the grains as they blew away into the wind. His eyes following the tiny granules before they blew far, far from his sight. A sigh left his lips as his hand curled into a fist, and then opened once more. He wondered why he had this power, this strength of his. Was it because he was no better than those he sought to oppress? Or was it because he truly had a purpose; to protect everyone he could. Not to long ago he could have answered this question instantly, but now he wasn’t sure.
A sigh escaped his lips as his eyes glanced up at the azure sky above, at the clouds that drifted on by without a care in the world. He wondered maybe if he was a fool, wanting to be more than his past. He had joined the vanguard to protect the realm, because he truly believed the weak should be cherished. However, things hadn’t gone as he’d hoped they would have, and now everything was a mess.
Attacks on everywhere in the world, terrorist organizations running rampant. Crime had risen to an extreme degree, and yet what had they done to stop it? What had he done besides recede into the shadows? He wished to blame others, but he couldn’t even stand himself! How dumb was this, how hypocritical could one being truly be? If someone could answer that question, blackheart truly wanted to know.
As for right now though, he pulled out an emblem and held it up to the light. It was the badge that symbolized everything he stood for. As he looked at the badge of the vanguard against the sun’s glare he couldn’t help but feel mixed emotions. Was it truly right , what he was doing? Was this badge worth the effort, the determination and loyalty that it commanded? Blackheart pondered this as he felt a melancholy settle down on his soul. He had seen leaders come and go, he’d seen the death of someone he respected tremendously.
Yet he didn’t know, if he had what it took to defend the realm any longer. . .
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Re: You Never Really Leave the Life [Open]
Wed Oct 11, 2017 7:37 pm
Solas Foiche
It was really quite a sight. Every single day she got to see this idyllic, almost island paradise site right outside her front door. The apartment block was literally across the road from the shore, and this island seemed to be free from the vestiges of war and conflict that scarred the rest of the planet. She had to wonder if its lack of interference was due to some mystical, almost divine intervention, or if maybe both sides just appreciated that having a place to rest and relax was better than conquering the entire world. Frankly, Solas didn't particularly care either way.
Stepping down onto the beach in her sandals, she sighed both in contentment and frustration as her toes felt the small granules of sand pass beneath them. Every single day she took a walk along this beach. Every single day it was the same, such beautiful yet dreary surrounding. Every day she would think to herself, try to make any of her days different. She partially wondered if she had died a year ago and that this same-same world was a Hell designed purely for her. She would not be surprised if that were the case, and Solas quietly praised the scruples of any cruel being who would design such a maddening punishment for anyone.
Eventually she found her way onto the greater beach, eyeing over the shoreline as she did each and every day - yet this day, there was a different face, a new one. Of course there would always be tourists in amongst the population of retirees and honeymooners, but this one struck her as different, as unusual - to wit, he was alone. Retirees hung in packs. Honeymooners hung in their pairs. Even vacationers tended to come in groups. For this man to be alone meant that he was either separated from such a pack, or he was alone for good reason. She was certain that she also sensed some kind of energy coming from him, but couldn't really tell from this distance - or really through her Gigai in general. Sighing quietly, she stepped further into the beach and then stopped, sniffing the air.
It took mere moments for the clouds to roll in and for the sky to darken. In those moments she could tell - this wasn't just ordinary weather patterns. As she looked into the sky to work this out, she could do nought but stare: opening up in the sky was a grand portal showing nothing but the faces of several masked creatures staring through. "Arrancar..."
Stepping down onto the beach in her sandals, she sighed both in contentment and frustration as her toes felt the small granules of sand pass beneath them. Every single day she took a walk along this beach. Every single day it was the same, such beautiful yet dreary surrounding. Every day she would think to herself, try to make any of her days different. She partially wondered if she had died a year ago and that this same-same world was a Hell designed purely for her. She would not be surprised if that were the case, and Solas quietly praised the scruples of any cruel being who would design such a maddening punishment for anyone.
Eventually she found her way onto the greater beach, eyeing over the shoreline as she did each and every day - yet this day, there was a different face, a new one. Of course there would always be tourists in amongst the population of retirees and honeymooners, but this one struck her as different, as unusual - to wit, he was alone. Retirees hung in packs. Honeymooners hung in their pairs. Even vacationers tended to come in groups. For this man to be alone meant that he was either separated from such a pack, or he was alone for good reason. She was certain that she also sensed some kind of energy coming from him, but couldn't really tell from this distance - or really through her Gigai in general. Sighing quietly, she stepped further into the beach and then stopped, sniffing the air.
It took mere moments for the clouds to roll in and for the sky to darken. In those moments she could tell - this wasn't just ordinary weather patterns. As she looked into the sky to work this out, she could do nought but stare: opening up in the sky was a grand portal showing nothing but the faces of several masked creatures staring through. "Arrancar..."
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Re: You Never Really Leave the Life [Open]
Wed Oct 11, 2017 8:04 pm
Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914
The sonorous melody of the waves crashing against the sand, rythmic and unceasing; eased and calmed blackhearts mind. The badge that glinted so brilliantly in the light seemed to grow dull. There was a drop in temperature as bountiful darkened clouds encroached upon the sun, blocking them out as the winds began to pick up. This change in scenery wasn’t enough to garner the attention of the man on the beach. He was too focused on his warring internal thoughts and personal morality. Infact as he sat there, his hands still above his head, what he saw when he looked at his badge was a crossroad.
”..I wonder, even if we stand strong, will this realm weather the onslaught of time?” Blackheart thought as heated breath pooled from his lips, a fine mist whisked away as the winds had begun to pick up, as energy distorted and interacted freely with the realm around him. The weather was already taking a turn for the worse, and it seemed like other mundane beach-goers were pointing towards something in the sky, their looks bordering upon ones of pure terror. It was that terror that broke blackheart’s single minded pursuance of his own inner thoughts, his eyes shifting to watch as a mother scooped up their child and ran for the city behind them.
Blackheart’s head turned as he followed the child and mother pair, only then did his attention fully snap to the situation at hand. His eyes automatically went on a swivel, gauging were the source of the populace’s distress was; his eyes taking in the hands and gazes of the people. Only, his attention was then disrupted by the sound of cracking and static, as if space itself was being violently ripped apart. His eyes gazed into the yawning abyss that slowly opened in the sky, and he exhaled, his lips in a frown as his hands pressed down, the sand displacing around them. ”No matter if i choose to stay or go . . “ Blackheart thought as he got up onto two feet.
”I guess i’m a softie.” His own self mockery was filled with bemusement, even in his thoughts as he rose to his full imposing height of eight feet. His feet shifting to a shoulder width apart, hands resting calmly within the pockets of his jeans as his head tilted back to continue to gaze upon the garganta that lay before him, purposefully suppressing his raging demonic energy to not scare off the creatures that would inevitably come.
In the peripheral of his sight he could see someone else who had come to the beach, only noted because they didn’t seem to be getting ready to run. As his attention was keyed in he could see her lips move as she said something. While he could not make out all of it, he could make out some of the letters. ”Arr-c-r”. With the type of portal before them, he guessed she said arrancar. ”Arrancars huh?”. He thought to himself as his left foot shifted slightly to the side, the only indication that he was gearing up to go on a rampage against these insurgents.
”I’ll figure it out later, then.” His thoughts disconnected as he fell into the familiar thrum that accompanied battle, his senses attuning solely to the task at hand.
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Re: You Never Really Leave the Life [Open]
Mon Oct 23, 2017 4:25 pm
Solas Foiche
She tilted her head slightly to the side, watching the creatures that seemed to be staring directly at her. Interesting, she thought to herself, that they would spend so much time staring at her - did they realise that she was Shinigami? Perhaps they just saw her as a morsel that they wished to consume. Either way, either option, Solas would not go down without a fight. It was somewhat unfortunate that she would have to give up her facade here and now, but if she chose otherwise then it was likely that many people would die. She, of course, also kept the other one who did not run in the corner of her eye.
As the first Arrancar crawled through the hole that it had created, Solas caught a glimpse of something more through that hole than she had originally anticipated, but did not register it immediately. Instead, she had her eyes on what was coming in the now - as the first Adjuchas class Arrancar crawled out of the hole, so did one more, and one more, and one more, until Solas could only remark that it was a veritable waterfall of the beasts edging their way into the world. Realising that this was now a problem that needed immediate attention, Solas grimaced and forced her fist against her chest. This had the effect of pushing herself out of her gigai, which collapsed onto the ground as if fainting.
What stood there instead was a Shinigami in the usual colours, though sporting a shawl over her shoulders with colours and markings that would have once denoted her as a high-ranking officer of the Vanguard, if not the highest rank possible to earn - Reagant-General. Sentimental value had lured her into keeping it, and as she had not seen need to use her spiritual body until now, it had never really come up as an issue for her. Reaching up and adjusting her glasses, the bare-handed Shinigami shifted into a battle-ready stance, hands aglow.
As if spurred to life by a starting pistol, Solas' body moved immediately dashing forwards at speed (though slow for a Shinigami of her level) hands curled up into fists. The first Arrancar did not even get a chance to retaliate as the overwhelming strength of Solas erupted into a singular punch. As if to punctuate said attack, a burst of blue fire exploded from the back of its head as it disintegrated into nothingness.
Turning to engage the next creature before her, Solas did not notice the chain hang loosely from the hole, no longer attached to the Arrancar she had just destroyed.
As the first Arrancar crawled through the hole that it had created, Solas caught a glimpse of something more through that hole than she had originally anticipated, but did not register it immediately. Instead, she had her eyes on what was coming in the now - as the first Adjuchas class Arrancar crawled out of the hole, so did one more, and one more, and one more, until Solas could only remark that it was a veritable waterfall of the beasts edging their way into the world. Realising that this was now a problem that needed immediate attention, Solas grimaced and forced her fist against her chest. This had the effect of pushing herself out of her gigai, which collapsed onto the ground as if fainting.
What stood there instead was a Shinigami in the usual colours, though sporting a shawl over her shoulders with colours and markings that would have once denoted her as a high-ranking officer of the Vanguard, if not the highest rank possible to earn - Reagant-General. Sentimental value had lured her into keeping it, and as she had not seen need to use her spiritual body until now, it had never really come up as an issue for her. Reaching up and adjusting her glasses, the bare-handed Shinigami shifted into a battle-ready stance, hands aglow.
As if spurred to life by a starting pistol, Solas' body moved immediately dashing forwards at speed (though slow for a Shinigami of her level) hands curled up into fists. The first Arrancar did not even get a chance to retaliate as the overwhelming strength of Solas erupted into a singular punch. As if to punctuate said attack, a burst of blue fire exploded from the back of its head as it disintegrated into nothingness.
Turning to engage the next creature before her, Solas did not notice the chain hang loosely from the hole, no longer attached to the Arrancar she had just destroyed.
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