I... cannot locate her exact location. I can sense that she is contained somehow... trapped, perhaps.
I... cannot tell how, or where. But i do sense powerful magicks at hand. Tread carefully, if you would seek her. Craft your most potent wards and charms... there is much more to all this than I can glean.
-------------------- death becomes me
From: Shangalla | Registered: Jul 2003
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<Cobalt again pauses, unsure of how to form his words; at last he speaks>
I feel a tremendous weight upon me. I do not usually feel such weight. Indeed, I feel no guilt or sorrow for any of my actions. But I do now. I feel lost. I feel empty.
Tell me...why do I feel so heartsick? What is wrong with me? Does it relate to these changes i time?
<looks at shadow upon the wall from candlelight; for the first time in what feels like his entire life, the shadow appears different, even incomplete>
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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The demise of a flesh is not the same as true death. A life essence can take root in a nearby receptacle, if conditions are ripe and the soul is attuned... or if a mage helps guide the transfer.
My Wee Fem's body may be no longer alive, but her essence remains vital, and it is not far away from here.
-------------------- death becomes me
From: Shangalla | Registered: Jul 2003
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Poor girl...watching someone you love die is never easy...I never considered how terrible it must have all been on her. I only ever felt outrage at Holly for it all...
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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quote:Originally posted by Pagan Lass: Cobaltus... Take Rocky's hand... Brit you take Rocky's other hand...
Now Both of you take my hands...
Bast grant your daughter the wisdom and the sight to see the truth!
I See... a book of magic... a locket... and a young lady holding both...
<Pagan looks into Cobaltus's eyes... and shares her vision with him... Then slumps bonelessly to the floor>
The image implants itself into Cobalt Kid's mind as Pagan Lass falls to the floor. All at once it hits him like he is suddenly sucking in all the air in the room. All of his senses come to a grinding halt and his mind attempts to percieve what is being sent to him. Its all very blurry at first. The smell of Jasmine. A sarcastic giggle. A genuine sense of being impressed and finding that very attractive.
But they are just senses; he can hardly understand why he is reacting as such. The girl is completely unfamiliar. But he feels a...longing for her. Like she was a companion from another lifetime. Someone he trusted. Someone he loved. Someone who believed in him.
<Cobalt Kid stands silently, processing these thoughts, and the omnicom slips from his hand, landing on the Rookery floor and shattering into a hundred pieces. Though for years now Cobalt has lost his ability to cry because of the trauma and torture he endured in his early LMB years, a lone single tear runs down his cheek. His heart is yearning. Whatever void he feels in his soul, it can be filled by this girl>
I...
I don't know...who she is...? But I know where...
<puts both palms up to his eyes, and the months of being so cold, even to his friends, seem to melt away>
Britney...I'm so sorry...I never meant to hurt any of the girls...
I...I think I know...where I must go...
<and suddenly, Cobalt exits with his magnetism as his top speed, flying across Legion World in a hurry>
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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