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Shock Trooper
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written Thursday, May 10 2007 18:37
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Speaking of gifts... FF, do you have any plans for the traumatized girl? Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, May 9 2007 00:03
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Lauraziel tilted her head to the side, studying the smooth fall of white silk. It was Marras, this dress, made of his body, and it warmed her that he stayed with her while he went to feed. "Many, many threads," she told him as she slipped into it. The dress was not home, but it was the closest she had ever come to one. It opened the door for her, just a little, and let her see the children that had gone into his care. They were many, but they were home, and the sight eased her ceaseless longing for a little while. And it let her see, when she looked elsewhere, the children of others that he had taken. She saw the ways they came to him, and how, and why. She saw what they left behind. She saw the children's children, and because she was Lauraziel, she saw the ones that called out, in pain and grief, to anyone, and she yearned to comfort them. Two strands of silk in the dress led, over the steady beat of black wings, to one such child, lost in the paths and the visions that her children knew so well. Lauraziel went to her, to the child with the memory and the friend stitched with love and stuffed with hope, and walked beside her in the blood and ash and screams. "It's a cage," Lauraziel said, gently. The dress transformed her as the rags never did, and the bath had left her clean and her hair straight, but her eyes were the same, would always be the same. The young girl saw, for the first time in weeks, for the first time since she and the little ones had finally reached safety and she couldn't stop herself from feeling any longer, someone that wasn't dead or dying. The dress that Lauraziel wore floated unsullied through ankle deep mud, and she saw in it something of the phantom that haunted her memories. She almost screamed, but the woman looked so sad that the girl thought maybe she had lost someone too. "Who are you?" the girl asked, curiosity overriding grief. The one with the strange eyes wasn't dead or dying, but the girl wasn't so sure she was alive, either. Lauraziel did not answer, had no answer. Instead, she picked up a handful of bloodied mud and started shaping it into a sphere. She seemed intent on it; the grief that the girl had seen so clearly was gone from that expression of pure concentration, but the girl knew, somehow, that it was still there. The thought was comforting, in an odd way, and the girl drew closer to the one who made her feel less alone. "Why?" asked the girl. Her tears never ended, and never would in this place. "Why did it happen? Why them? Why did he do it?" "You see, but you don't." Lauraziel held out the sphere. It was crystal, clear, shining inside with the light of some terrible, wonderful truth. "Will you look?" The girl shook her head frantically. "I'm afraid," she wailed. Because once she had started to feel again, she never stopped, and memory was a jagged wound. "So am I." Kneeling in the mud in a beautiful, spotless white dress, with hair falling where it would and the ashes of memory all around her, Lauraziel looked so forlorn that the young girl felt her own chest tighten in pain. She had little left to give and hardly the strength for it, but her heart was big enough to keep her anchored when the little ones had needed her, so the young girl offered the only comfort she could. She offered her little sister's rag doll. Lauraziel seemed so delighted, so grateful, when she hugged the little rag doll that the young girl felt her own pain lighten. In turn, Lauraziel held out the sphere turned into a compact bundle of blue-painted rags, and the young girl accepted the ball. Together, the three of them sat in the young girl's memory and played the simple games that children played. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, May 8 2007 16:01
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quote:Heh. I thought the "Somewhere,..." was a hint. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, May 7 2007 16:51
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The thin frowns and the flinches left her feeling cold, cold, for these were mortals who never stopped to help her children, who drew back in disgust and forced them out into the endless night. Their hearts were made of gold and caged in iron. She wanted to warm them in the fireplace, but they were not her children, and she could do little to help them. So she shed her rags instead, and stepped into the bath, and let the heated water into her bones, washing away her children's pain and the weariness that weighed them down. Somewhere, he swam. He was a fey child, they said, born when her husband was away, born of a man made of seaweed and coral. He paid little attention to them, for his heart was the sea and his skin craved the wash of salt water and sand, and he spent all the time he could diving from the cliffs into the clear, limitless depths. And with him swam one who he could not see and could not touch, save in the secret places of his heart, and he knew that he was not alone, and turned somersaults in joy. And in a bath in a room in an inn, Lauraziel tried to do the same. But the water wanted to fly instead, and she laughed as she helped it with her hands and her hair. The water spun in the air, sparkling with fire and light. "They're smiling," she told Marras. And so was she, because he took her children in, and her, and the warmth of that was better than a mountain of blankets and pillows. But they, too, wanted to take her in, so with the large fluffy towels and the sheets off the beds, she burrowed into the mountain and curled up beside the fireplace. Lauraziel did not sleep, or she was always sleeping. The blankets were a cocoon of comfort she drew around her children while she walked with them in their dreams and their hearts. It was not something she could often give them, this soft mountain of safety and warmth, and so she gladly gave it to them now. [ Monday, May 07, 2007 16:53: Message edited by: premonition ] Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, May 7 2007 01:42
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quote:Fine, I won't deny it. But it could have been so much fun! :P Although, technically, she *is* a god and can probably smell as pretty as she likes, if she has the presence of mind to concentrate on it. One hydrophobia-immune god coming up. Obviously I should have checked mine as closely. One little typo ... though I *like* Smiling Lighting. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, May 5 2007 18:29
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quote:If Tuoni could even get Lauraziel to understand what he wants. Patience, my young padawan. :P There's so many gods wandering around Kirwood you can't go ten blocks without encountering another one. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, May 5 2007 18:26
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There was a song in the air, of thunder and lighting and selfless deeds, of memory and history and newborn age. Lauraziel hummed with it, though she did not understand it, as she wandered after Marras, skipping from one side to another, ambling, twirling in time to a dog's howl. She was not often at his heels but she was, always, in his shadow. Marras drew her, held some part of her attention, like none other save her children had for a long, long while. There had been others, once. She did not remember them. And so she followed Marras, a leaf afloat on a river's current. "Here!" Lauraziel cried, stopping outside one inn. There was nothing about it that set it apart from all the others, save the arrowhead of lightning through its heart. She reached out to touch it, and touched instead the smooth wooden door. The wood grains whorled beneath her fingertips, leading her deep into their maze of seed and sapling and full-grown tree. "He doesn't understand," she told Marras with solemn gravity. Then she giggled. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, May 5 2007 17:36
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quote:I thought names like that only existed in Harry Potter. :P Good luck with your exams, everyone! Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, April 27 2007 04:04
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Lauraziel rocked and stared and rocked. He was a door, a mother's soothing hand, a father's final farewell. Her children went to him when they left her, and she could not follow them, so she stared and stared and watched them leave while tears slipped silently down her face. But her children weren't hers after they left her, and the ones that remained claimed all her attention, so much so that she had little to spare for herself. "Who are you?" he whispered, and the words spun out in a splash of turquoise and sparkling cobalt. She reached out a hand to catch the play of colour and sound; they slipped through her fingers like clouds, as they always did, so she brought her hand up to settle lightly against him instead. There was no cheek and no face, but she paid it no mind, and touched him. And, oh, the need was a deep ache within her, beating in the hearts of her children. He gave them what she could not, what she so desperately longed to give. Confused, trembling, she said, "I want ... I want ..." and watched the silvery green words flow into stone, into the pits and crevices of road and building. She looked at him with one golden eye then, and in a brief flash of lucidity like a ray of sunlight piercing through the stormclouds, she remembered. "Home," she said wonderingly, and that word held both the simple desire of a mortal child and the ageless, constant longing of something more that, for one instant, had settled all its awareness on one spot. Somewhere, snake temple shamans lit braziers and filled the air around their seer with the smoke of enlightenment, though the young woman needed it not. As they pressed close about her cage and listened for the hissed ramblings that they translated into prophecy, the seer slithered on her flat dirt-streaked belly and cried out in her heart, desperately lonely on the chaotic paths that had trapped her since childhood. Her call was answered; warmth spread through her soul, the knowledge that she was not alone easing her fears, though she had not the awareness to recognise the comforting touch wrapping her in a mother's embrace her body had never known. Her attention was drawn away, scattered like leaves in the wind, and the brief moment of clarity was gone. Lauraziel looked at him with curiosity and longing both, and said, almost shyly, "I like the colours of your words." She repeated what he had said, but her words did not taste of black feather and white silk, twisting instead upon themselves in a pale coral whirlwind. [ Friday, April 27, 2007 04:11: Message edited by: premonition ] Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, April 25 2007 23:18
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quote:Muahahahah. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, April 25 2007 03:59
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Oh, there were so many sparks now, light and dark both, and Lauraziel spun and spun in circles as she tried to grasp them with her mind. They turned to shadows in her thoughts, and she slipped through them with barely a ripple to mark her passing. Some of them were old, and some new, and they were all hungry, though not all of them knew it. She was hungry too. The desire was on the tip of her tongue, a sharp ache that echoed from her children's pleas and her own being, but she could not remember what it was she needed. A gossamer thread spun out from one spark, tasting of black feather and white silk and the place her children went when they left her. She could not follow them there, but she knew how to walk the paths of dreams and thoughts, and she could touch the thread spinning into the dark. It thrummed, a harpstring tuned to the final breath. Lauraziel caught the note, tuned herself to it, and shifted. He stood in front of her, so close she could reach out and touch the cloth on his back. He was freshly sated on the other's child, his companion feeding from the body; a flash of envy speared her like lightning. Shivering with longing, Lauraziel pulled her rags close about her and rocked back and forth. "I'm hungry," she wailed forlornly. [ Wednesday, April 25, 2007 04:05: Message edited by: premonition ] Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, April 19 2007 05:03
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Spinning, spinning, catching the sunlight and throwing it into her eyes. The coin dropped into her bowl, rolled, lay still. "He's hungry," Lauraziel announced, and giggled. "He wants to eat." Her blue eye caught the glitter of sun on shiny coin, the flap of a butterfly's wing, the bright bouncing colour of a child's ball. Her gold eye stared through walls and people, out of the city to the other she could see. But he was as the flicker of a silver fish in a deep still pool, and she lost sight of him as quickly as she lost the memory of his presence. Lauraziel stood, bowl and stick disappearing into the rags she wore, and ambled down the street, petting the horse and offering hay to the dog. [ Thursday, April 19, 2007 05:04: Message edited by: premonition ] Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, March 23 2007 23:03
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Oh, she was lonely. There was nowhere for her to go, nowhere for her to be. It had been a long, long time since Lauraziel had had a temple, or perhaps it will be a long, long time until she has her first. A temple. A home. The thought was a funny one, difficult to hold on to, slithering away and dodging her grasping hands like a tailless lizard. A home. The others had them, she knew. She wasn't sure who the others were, but she knew they had them, even if she didn't know what exactly it was that they had. All except the new others, and the others that will be. But they'd have them too, soon, and even the others who thought they were but weren't would have them, and the others that weren't anymore still had them. A home. Her children cried out for her, and she heard them and shared their dreams and their fears and their visions, but they could not find her, because she had nowhere to be. And she could not find them, because her children were many, and she walked their paths with them, all the time, but they were like the tailless lizard, and she couldn't find their hands to hold. And it hurt that they called for her and she could not be with them. Lauraziel cried. She was not aware of it, sitting on her street corner with her wooden bowl that fed her children and her rags that kept them warm, but she cried, and another's child noticed. The coin was nothing, really, a shiny circle of metal that glittered in the sun and looked pretty. It was the kindness that came with it, the small spark of pity and care that gave the coin to her, that warmed her and cleared her thoughts for one blessed instant. In that instant, she knew what she had to do. She had to find one. For herself. For her children. Somewhere to be. A home. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Monday, March 19 2007 17:14
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Somewhere, there was a village. It was market day, and the village square was full of villagers and farmers and traders passing through. The village idiot was there too, and on a normal day he would be wandering around, talking to doors and rolling in the dirt with the scavenging cats, who tolerated him as they would no other human. But today he had bumped into three men who were not from the village or the surrounding farms. The men took offense, and when they left, the village idiot lay behind the old disused well, laughing and grinning through bloody teeth and a black eye. He had already forgotten what had happened to him, and he never knew why. Soon, he would forget that he hurt, and stand, and talk to the things that talked back to him. A kind-hearted villager would look at him with pity and give him the only scrap of bread she could spare. He did not thank her; his unfocussed blank gaze did not see her, and the bricks were talking so loudly to him. Elsewhere, there was a room. It was a child's room: bright, filled with toys and a small bed covered in white linen. The girl sat in the centre, talking and laughing and playing. She could speak to her parents, but she would not talk to anyone else, and she did not play with her toys, but with the funny little creatures that only she could see. Her parents did not recognise her for what she was; when they worked it out, years down the road, their heartbreak would be great, and the weary lines on their faces would deepen when they looked at their poor mad daughter, temperamental and sweet as the child she would never stop being. Elsewhere, a man wept and screamed and shouted, and no reasoning could calm him. Elsewhere, the old grandmother sat in a high-backed wooden chair, toothless and drooling, lost in the canyons of her own soul. And somewhere, she hunched on the corner of a street. Dirty voluminous rags covered a starving body. One arm twitched violently every few minutes, while the other whacked an old wooden bowl onto the cobblestones repeatedly. One eye was blue, piercing beneath tangled straw-coloured hair, but unfocussed and roving. Passerby saw it first, and then the golden eye, and they fled from something piteous and frightening. The kinder ones dropped a coin if they had one to spare; the ones who would kick a beggar and push aside a child without thought gave her a wide berth without understanding why. She was as her children: mad, easily recognisable but ultimately unknowable to the sane. She had never given herself a name, but her children cried out often, in stutters and screams and laughs, and what they most often cried was Buh-buh-lah. The sane, when they thought of her at all, called her Lauraziel, the Lunatic God. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Saturday, December 2 2006 08:27
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I liked Dalton. Wasn't a big fan of those particular movies, but I blame that on the stories and not on Dalton himself. And I really cannot see the attraction of Sean Connery as Bond. He doesn't move right, he doesn't talk right, and he's just not that suave, sophisticated, or sexy. It also probably doesn't help that whenever I see him as Bond, I keep thinking of Russian submarines and dragons. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, October 5 2006 06:37
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Congratulations! :) Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, July 30 2006 17:08
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quote:Once you get your hands on a wishing scroll (preferably two), it becomes fairly easy. I never had a problem with starving, but then I always half filled my pack with food. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, July 18 2006 16:02
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Happy birthday, Aran! :) Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, June 23 2006 17:59
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quote:But if you never thought you'd get that far, it's an honour to play against the premier team. It means you were good enough to catch their attention. It doesn't matter if you lose. Australia didn't expect to win against Brazil, and we didn't. As the coach said, all he wanted from our team was a good showing. It didn't stop everyone from watching the match (though the 2am tv slot might have) and cheering for our team. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, June 23 2006 02:15
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quote:Now that would be a game worth watching. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, June 20 2006 02:43
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quote:Nor I. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Sunday, June 18 2006 16:42
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Have fun, Slarty. :) Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, June 8 2006 06:00
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Nothing wrong with primitive ape cries of excitement. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, June 7 2006 00:11
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w00t. :) Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Friday, May 12 2006 06:23
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I was part of a jungle war against big intelligent carnivorous bear-wolf creature things with swords. We had the wooden fort, but they had the tactics, spies and supplies. We lost. Watching Kokoda after a heavy session of playing GuildWars does not make for a restful sleep. Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |