06-09-2016, 11:43 PM
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Click.
She'd never been on the opposite side of her own barrel. Not even after her sister had died. She just wasn't the type. Maybe killing was a double-standard for the trained-sniper, or maybe she just thought she never deserved such a quick ending to the story she would've never started, if she had had the choice.
Death was a sudden thing. There was a ringing in both her ears, and as though she had been lifted out of her body, she heads the splatter of gore on the leaves of the forest floor, but this time, not with her own ears. Her body was gone, and her spirit had detached, as though she were in a dream. Christa held her "breath" while her mind remained reeling with panic. She shook her fist in the direction of the clouded sky, presumably at Omni, but her hands had lost their form as well. Now, they were merely a transparent outline, a spiritual body lighter than air. Time moved through an hourglass, ever-pouring amongst the events that blew like wind around the last bits of her shimmering body, while it transferred back into pure Omnillium.
In the next blur of the forest, which now looked like a video being played in 'fast-forward,' the doc and Christa's wolf was hovering over the place where her body was no longer sitting in a crumpled pile. They had found the place she had disappeared, no doubt to the wolf's keen nose, and immediately the Prime felt a pang of guilt for her two friends. The elf looked worried, and the wolf was sniffing the ground she had last touched; while the wolf whined, the elf asked it where her scent lead. His carnivorous eyes were blue with protest while his whimper accented the air. Her trail lead nowhere. She had died. The elf couldn't fathom how, for he held a high regard for the prime and her skill, but with a few droplets of the woman's blood as evidence, leading into a small crimson pool, he confirmed that she had been murdered.
With the crawl of the realization over his mind, the hairs on his body prickled with fresh alert, while the muscles in his face grew stern and taught, and the archer elf drew his bow at the ready, for surely, the enemy would still be nearby. Time flew, and it was dark before he returned to the sight of her invisible death. Obviously, the elf had not found her killer, for she was looking him straight in the eyes, though in her wispy outline.
His weary hand moved to the back of the animal's head, as though to comfort the beast, who had not left the spot of where her body had last been. Nor would he leave the last place with her lingering scent, spread by the now stale and dry taste of her blood washing in and out of the wind. Wolves didn't wear collars- not that he would've tried to tug the beast away. The elf, with a sigh more visible than audible, exhaled slowly as he recognized the animal's need for mourning.
"Oh come on," she said to the elf, "You can read minds but you can't see that I'm right here?" Christa scowled her way through the frustration that had weaved its way on her brow, but looked down at the wolf with pity, when she had seen the pain in his. Her "ghost" had stayed above the place where her body had gone, held hostage by guilt, though it occurred to her that she might need to make it back to the Nexus before her body was able to spawn -it could be some untold rule of Primes in this world.
Before leaving, she placed a hand on her wolf's head and whispered good-bye in his ear. It appeared the farewell had fallen deaf on his ears. Then she began 'walking' -if that was what you could call it, since she had no legs- to the Nexus, where presumably her body would appear fresh and new again.
...
And so it did.
Christa had no trouble without a body wandering across the verse. Her step haunted across the Moors unheeded until she was delivered to the portal that lead into the white room that was, unfortunately, not heaven. From there, she sauntered across the room, kind of amused by her invisibility when she had a storm trooper nearly walk through her. At that point she had thought she was still dreaming, until she looked down and saw what was known as the "Death Shroud."
As a half-ghost, half-immortal, and the Nexus's lack of sun, Christa had no idea how much time had passed. Initially, Christa could only guess that the cause of her body's incompleteness was due to the light of the Nexus. Who knew? Meanwhile, she investigated the Fountain of Infinity to make sure the note was still inside. And it was definitely there. Maybe the caller had anticipated that she'd proceed exactly as she had, but there was a little problem Christa wasn't anticipating. She could see the waterproof envelope, wrapped in a plastic bag for extra safety, but when she went to reach in with her non-existent hand, the water didn't splash out of the pool, nod did her arm feel the chilly wrap of water around it.
She grumbled to herself, folding her arms and waited. It was terrible. She was probably just dreaming this entire thing. When would she wake up from this nightmare and simply be alive again? She imagined what the air might taste like when she drank it in, and then remembered the Nexus had little taste to begin with. Her shoulders grew heavy. Time was ticking. Christa gulped while her mind filled in some clock-like clicks that sounded a little too similar to her pistol before it had emptied the chamber.
This immortality thing that Omni had promised seemed a little faulty, and finally, she noticed the edges of her body being finalized. It took the natural shape of her being before her spirit, or soul, was gently tugged back into order. But for some reason, she was still invisible, and for some reason, her hand wouldn't wrap around the envelope stuck to the bottom of the slightly-changed, now white fountain. The water wouldn't wave.
"Tch. What's wrong with my new body?" She couldn't help but to ask, as she waved her hands in front of her face, and they were quite obviously there. While many wayward travelers appeared and vanished through the portals beyond her sight. There was no real shadow on the ground, which perturbed her, but she was attached to her freshly created body, and there was no bullet hole in the side of her skull, which she was now patting, for assurance.
There was no scar. She grimaced. She could barely tell if this world was even real. "Damnit whoever made this rule is a cursed bastard, you know that?" She told herself, and perhaps God, but she would not dare to speak ill of the particular God who had granted her sister life, no matter how feeble and easily taken it was. Still, Christa's temper was getting short. There was no time, her sister's life was in danger again and she felt the one thing she hated most- helpless.
"GRRRR." Her hand dove in the water repeatedly, causing tsunamis of water to splash over the edge and splatter on the pristine ground. Her fingernails fell right through the bottom of the marble fountain. She growled again, ferociously. More effort was put into her goal, while she tried her hardest to grip at which her fingers couldn't without complete form. The anger she felt rose to her face, causing her cheeks to turn pink with strain.
"F-" before she could finish her explicative, her hand drove through the bottom of the fountain, causing a gush of flooding water along the ground. Now, she really had some pain to swear about. Her knuckles were bloody and she could see bone. The sniper's teeth ground together to keep from shouting an agonized scream, but quickly, she picked up the fucking envelope and with squished her way back to the way she had come. For there was a sign-up booth in Darkshire.[/spoiler]
Click.
She'd never been on the opposite side of her own barrel. Not even after her sister had died. She just wasn't the type. Maybe killing was a double-standard for the trained-sniper, or maybe she just thought she never deserved such a quick ending to the story she would've never started, if she had had the choice.
Death was a sudden thing. There was a ringing in both her ears, and as though she had been lifted out of her body, she heads the splatter of gore on the leaves of the forest floor, but this time, not with her own ears. Her body was gone, and her spirit had detached, as though she were in a dream. Christa held her "breath" while her mind remained reeling with panic. She shook her fist in the direction of the clouded sky, presumably at Omni, but her hands had lost their form as well. Now, they were merely a transparent outline, a spiritual body lighter than air. Time moved through an hourglass, ever-pouring amongst the events that blew like wind around the last bits of her shimmering body, while it transferred back into pure Omnillium.
In the next blur of the forest, which now looked like a video being played in 'fast-forward,' the doc and Christa's wolf was hovering over the place where her body was no longer sitting in a crumpled pile. They had found the place she had disappeared, no doubt to the wolf's keen nose, and immediately the Prime felt a pang of guilt for her two friends. The elf looked worried, and the wolf was sniffing the ground she had last touched; while the wolf whined, the elf asked it where her scent lead. His carnivorous eyes were blue with protest while his whimper accented the air. Her trail lead nowhere. She had died. The elf couldn't fathom how, for he held a high regard for the prime and her skill, but with a few droplets of the woman's blood as evidence, leading into a small crimson pool, he confirmed that she had been murdered.
With the crawl of the realization over his mind, the hairs on his body prickled with fresh alert, while the muscles in his face grew stern and taught, and the archer elf drew his bow at the ready, for surely, the enemy would still be nearby. Time flew, and it was dark before he returned to the sight of her invisible death. Obviously, the elf had not found her killer, for she was looking him straight in the eyes, though in her wispy outline.
His weary hand moved to the back of the animal's head, as though to comfort the beast, who had not left the spot of where her body had last been. Nor would he leave the last place with her lingering scent, spread by the now stale and dry taste of her blood washing in and out of the wind. Wolves didn't wear collars- not that he would've tried to tug the beast away. The elf, with a sigh more visible than audible, exhaled slowly as he recognized the animal's need for mourning.
"Oh come on," she said to the elf, "You can read minds but you can't see that I'm right here?" Christa scowled her way through the frustration that had weaved its way on her brow, but looked down at the wolf with pity, when she had seen the pain in his. Her "ghost" had stayed above the place where her body had gone, held hostage by guilt, though it occurred to her that she might need to make it back to the Nexus before her body was able to spawn -it could be some untold rule of Primes in this world.
Before leaving, she placed a hand on her wolf's head and whispered good-bye in his ear. It appeared the farewell had fallen deaf on his ears. Then she began 'walking' -if that was what you could call it, since she had no legs- to the Nexus, where presumably her body would appear fresh and new again.
...
And so it did.
Christa had no trouble without a body wandering across the verse. Her step haunted across the Moors unheeded until she was delivered to the portal that lead into the white room that was, unfortunately, not heaven. From there, she sauntered across the room, kind of amused by her invisibility when she had a storm trooper nearly walk through her. At that point she had thought she was still dreaming, until she looked down and saw what was known as the "Death Shroud."
As a half-ghost, half-immortal, and the Nexus's lack of sun, Christa had no idea how much time had passed. Initially, Christa could only guess that the cause of her body's incompleteness was due to the light of the Nexus. Who knew? Meanwhile, she investigated the Fountain of Infinity to make sure the note was still inside. And it was definitely there. Maybe the caller had anticipated that she'd proceed exactly as she had, but there was a little problem Christa wasn't anticipating. She could see the waterproof envelope, wrapped in a plastic bag for extra safety, but when she went to reach in with her non-existent hand, the water didn't splash out of the pool, nod did her arm feel the chilly wrap of water around it.
She grumbled to herself, folding her arms and waited. It was terrible. She was probably just dreaming this entire thing. When would she wake up from this nightmare and simply be alive again? She imagined what the air might taste like when she drank it in, and then remembered the Nexus had little taste to begin with. Her shoulders grew heavy. Time was ticking. Christa gulped while her mind filled in some clock-like clicks that sounded a little too similar to her pistol before it had emptied the chamber.
This immortality thing that Omni had promised seemed a little faulty, and finally, she noticed the edges of her body being finalized. It took the natural shape of her being before her spirit, or soul, was gently tugged back into order. But for some reason, she was still invisible, and for some reason, her hand wouldn't wrap around the envelope stuck to the bottom of the slightly-changed, now white fountain. The water wouldn't wave.
"Tch. What's wrong with my new body?" She couldn't help but to ask, as she waved her hands in front of her face, and they were quite obviously there. While many wayward travelers appeared and vanished through the portals beyond her sight. There was no real shadow on the ground, which perturbed her, but she was attached to her freshly created body, and there was no bullet hole in the side of her skull, which she was now patting, for assurance.
There was no scar. She grimaced. She could barely tell if this world was even real. "Damnit whoever made this rule is a cursed bastard, you know that?" She told herself, and perhaps God, but she would not dare to speak ill of the particular God who had granted her sister life, no matter how feeble and easily taken it was. Still, Christa's temper was getting short. There was no time, her sister's life was in danger again and she felt the one thing she hated most- helpless.
"GRRRR." Her hand dove in the water repeatedly, causing tsunamis of water to splash over the edge and splatter on the pristine ground. Her fingernails fell right through the bottom of the marble fountain. She growled again, ferociously. More effort was put into her goal, while she tried her hardest to grip at which her fingers couldn't without complete form. The anger she felt rose to her face, causing her cheeks to turn pink with strain.
"F-" before she could finish her explicative, her hand drove through the bottom of the fountain, causing a gush of flooding water along the ground. Now, she really had some pain to swear about. Her knuckles were bloody and she could see bone. The sniper's teeth ground together to keep from shouting an agonized scream, but quickly, she picked up the fucking envelope and with squished her way back to the way she had come. For there was a sign-up booth in Darkshire.[/spoiler]
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