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Writer's Block [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Thu Sep 08, 2016 4:42 pm
 Henrex Astillon  The Broken Raven Descend Into Darkness "Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before— On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before." Then the bird said “Nevermore.” -Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven. The words that flowed onto the pages of the paper that sat in front of Henrex were...interesting, to some. As his pencil twirled around spun around between his fingers as his mismatched eyes stared, dead eyed at the paper that sat in front of him, with black merging to form the words that would begin the tale of a story. Sighing softly, Henrex's hand moved back down to the paper, with the pencil making the softest of scraping noises as the pencil drifted across the paper, like a feather floating in the wind. His eyes shifted from the paper to the black graphite of the pencil that he held. His head lowered and his free hand went to his head. The worst thing that could come to someone like him. The thing that all author's despised, but somehow managed to get through. Writer's block. He couldn't think of a single thing to write. With both hands now rising to his head, his head lowered again, desperate to think of something, ANYTHING to write. There was nothing. Pressing the tip of the pencil to the paper, he roughly moved the item across the paper, before a dreaded SNAP was heard. Gritting his teeth in anger, Henrex knew what he had done. He had snapped the lead of the pencil in fury. His eye flashed red and he brought his arm back, before the limb shot forward, hurling the pencil across the room, and his fingertip shot out a thin beam of energy, piercing the pencil and engulfing it in energy. The writing utensil was soon no more. Clenching his hand into a fist, Henrex's hand soon slammed into the table, causing a loud noise to come from the sudden action. He was upset. He WANTED to write something, but there was no inspiration. No flow. No energy to flow from. All of it was so infuriating. Slamming his fist on the table twice more, Henrex's lips hissed two words as his anger and frustration continued to rise. "Damn it....why now....of all times..." Sighing and leaning back in his chair, the young man gently ran his un-gloved fingers down his bare, cold, and pale skin. Closing his eyes, Henrex's mind soon started to become lost in thought. Perhaps some inspiration would come from this? Would it come from somewhere else? Or would his mind simply refuse to give him anything to place upon the paper that awaited to be filled? |
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Re: Writer's Block [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Thu Sep 08, 2016 5:07 pm
Mirja, the Masterless Pet
Bored, and kind of lonely, Mirja decided she was going to go stalk Henrex. That kid was so cute, she really liked him, and with her lack of Reiatsu and decent ability to reduce her profile, sneaking up on him was so easy. Much like sneaking up on everyone, really. If she didn't like punching and breaking things so much, she'd join the Covert Ops squad and uterlize this awesome ninja skills. But as it turned out, she did like punching, and so she was in the Combat Squad. Sneaky sneaky as she was, however, she managed to get up behind Henrex with his attention on the book, and read what he was writing.
Seeing something she actually recognized written down, she gave a broad smile and decided on her course of action; tapping her knuckles softly on the nearby wall.
"Suddenly there came a tapping, As if some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door" she qouted. She wanted to sneak up to him and drop her breasts on his head or something, but at the same time she couldn't pass up an oppotunity to be a nerd. But then, she looked more at Henrex, his mis-matched eyes and pale skin. Mirja's skin was a Scandanavian pale; airy and mysterious, not the way Henrex looked, ill and dreery, like a bleak December. Worry set into her beautiful silver eyes as she looked silently at Henrex, admiring the way he looked so debilitated. The Poe was perfect for someone like him, certainly, but that didn't make it any better to see the way he looked.
Putting all thoughts of tormenting him with her body off to one side, she stepped around so he could see her properly, if he hadn't scurried off with the mere sound of her voice. He was that kind of scurrying scurrier, after all. Of course, with her short gray hair, and wolf ears, there was every possibility that Henrex wouldn't recognize Mirja at all.
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Re: Writer's Block [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Thu Sep 08, 2016 5:52 pm
 Henrex Astillon The Broken Raven Descend Into Darkness A gentle wind flowed from the open window of Henrex's room. The eternal burns and scars seemed to ripple as the wind passed over the pale, but yet icy skin of the young man. The mismatched eyes of the boy slowly opened, and a breath left him. Leaning his head back as the cold wind passed over him, Henrex's eyes shot up, hearing movement from within the isolated room. Pulling his shihakusho up, which had been draped over his lower arms, and tying the black robe shut, Henrex's hand shot over to the black scarf that was laying on top of the various notebooks and paper piles of failed stories, hidden stories that the young man had written without thinking, and there was the only way to archive them. Quickly wrapping the scarf around his face, Henrex's eye shifted around, and his ears were quick to register the Edgar Allen Poe quote, as the knocking upon the wall. "....'Tis but a visitor, tapping at my chamber door....nothing more." A quote for a quote. Henrex's body shifted from left to right, with his narrowing eye continuing to scan around the room, before he saw her. The small girl with wolf ears, silver hair and eyes, and his hand went for his sword....which wasn't there. His eyes frantically switched from object to object, looking for where he had put his Zanpakutō, afraid of what this person could do. However, then he did a quick retake of what was in front of him. Silver eyes. He only knew ONE person with silver eyes. And that person was most certainly crazy enough to stalk him. His eye widened and his face slowly lowered itself to hers, staring deep into the moon-like eyes of the girl who stood in front of him. ".....Mirja?...." |
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Re: Writer's Block [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Thu Sep 08, 2016 6:25 pm
Mirja, the Masterless Pet
Mirja watched Henrex covered up his body, trying to hide his body from her even though she had already seen what he looked like. Still, there wwas a qoute train going right now, and she wasn't going to break it just so she could voice some worry about his physical apperance.
"Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor" She continuted, swishing her tail playfully as she spoke. Henrex didn't quite react the way she had hoped though. He went for his sword, only to notice that it was not there and scrabble for something else.
Eventually he looked back at her, and seemed to recognize her through all the changes, however he managed that. It was pretty interesting to see, if she was honest. He was like Batman, or something. Only, not Batman, because nobody was Batman.
"Indeed, Henrex. Don't tell me you have forgotten already. After the way you entered me way back when in that Forest. Ohh, you stole my innocence and now you don't even know me" she exclaimed, looking like a maiden with her honor bismerched for a few seconds.
"So, gonna talk about how you are copying my style with such pale skin and awesome eyes, or you just going to try and enter me again?" she teased. He was so skittish, it made her amused to watch, if she was honest. This place was the one place he could relax, and yet he was more on edge here than anywhere else in the world. It was...strange, to her. Very, strange. But she wasn't going to worry about it until he said he wanted her to worry about it. But then, she was going to worry the shit out of it.
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Re: Writer's Block [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Thu Sep 08, 2016 7:28 pm
Henrex Astillon The Broken Raven Descend Into Darkness More and more Poe quotes, it seems... Edgar Allen Poe. Henrex's favorite poet. Dark...Mysterious....but, above all else, the way he had with words. Every single letter that was placed upon the paper that contained his stories....it was beautiful wording. Henrex always found himself reading Poe's stories, aiming to better himself within writing...and prevent himself from writing such embarrassing things, as he had in the past. However, the thing that sold it to the boy that it was Mirja....was the little quip. Always with the teasing.... Every single word that she said caused the boy's face to turn, at first a light shade of pink, before it burst out into the color of crimson by the time that her teasing was done. His form shrank away from her, moving back to the small, swirling chair that he had at his writing desk. Looking to the side and rubbing his arm, Henrex's face continued to maintain this crimson color. However, everything she had said registered. Swirling backwards, to where Mirja could not only see him, but a good portion of the room through the corners of her eyes, Henrex's hands spread out, gesturing his room. "W-Welcome to my room....the place where I isolate myself from the world....the only place where.....no one can see me...." Sighing softly, Henrex's hand slowly went to his scarf. She had already seen what he looked like, so what was the point of hiding it? However, he had to make sure that it was kept to a minimum. Slowly standing from his chair, the boy quickly moved over to the open door of his room, before shutting it. No one was allowed to see his face. After this was done, Henrex's body quickly moved back to his chair. Slowly reaching to his scarf, Henrex's single gloved hand, and his pale, uncovered hand gently began unwrapping the scarf that covered his face. As the final wrap was undone, the scarf dropped to the floor. Quickly picking it up off the neat, immaculate floor, Henrex gently set the scarf behind him, before turning back around to Mirja. Scars and burns that spread across his face like words on paper, with his right eye, as dark as the black of midnight, while his other eye, the left, entirely mutilated. An ugly white and grey combination, and scars littered around, and one scar....even on the eye. His eyes lowered, and he sighed. "Eagerly....I wished the morrow, vainly I had sought to borrow...." Finishing his quote, Henrex turned his head away from Mirja. He couldn't stand to allow her to gaze at his deformation from the fate that he had sowed. However, he found himself looking back at her, and his eyes lowered once again. Raising them to meet Mirja's own, the smallest of unnatural thoughts rose within his mind. Perhaps...he should tease her back? Slowly moving forward, close to her ear, Henrex's whisper of a voice gently sounded out, like the drop of rain on a leaf. "....Who knows? Perhaps I might try to enter you again, little wolf~" The small bit of a flirtatious tone behind the whisper carried out like a wind in the summer. Moving back to his normal position, the boy's cheeks soon turned pink from his own comment, and his eyes refused to meet Mirja's. Why was he suddenly so interested in this? Was it because he felt that he needed to one-up her in this little game that she seemed to be playing with him? Perhaps the little game....was more than just a little one.... |
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Re: Writer's Block [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Thu Sep 08, 2016 9:30 pm
Mirja, the Masterless Pet
Mirja watched Henrex do his worried pacing and stuff. At least it looked like pacing to her, but Mirja had a slightly distorted perception of the world these days. Of course, it could be that she was teasing him so much his face was actually starting to look healthy again. Then he finally spoke, introducing her to the room, the place were nobody could see him, and where he hid from the world. Mirja took that as a personal insult, even though she was sure he did not mean it as such.
"Ohh, so I am nobody, am I? Just a passing girl with cute wolf features. Well, I know where I stand" she said, crossing her arms and sticking her nose in the air, in a manner than allowed her to watch Henrex strip.
Even as his scarf came off and he showed his scared face, and the jarring, mismatched eyes, she still thought he was cute. But she had not really been treated very well by some people with vindictive thoughts, and that had left her with an alltogether unhinged mind. She saw the world through different, tinted eyes these days, and that allowed her to gaze upon Henrex's face and be alltogether undisturbed. Were Henrex the kind of person to be able to deduce emotion from a person's eyes, he would see a girl who had been shattered against the vicious cruelty of the world, an unpredictable beast, dangerous as she was beautiful. Still, they were getting pretty into the poem, and so Mirja couldn't remember the lines of the top of her head, having to actually think about what came next.
Distracted, going through the lines of The Raven, she only half saw Henrex approch, and the whisper in her ear barely registered. She heard the flirty tone, and being called little wolf, and she reacted at Iko's urging before even thinking of the situation or what was actually happening. With the only real warning a change within her silver eyes, her hands came up to rake across Henrex's chest. It was clear then that her fingernails were not nails, but sharp, pointed claws perfect for slashing. A deep, feral snarl came from her as the claws did their work. She wouldn't let the men her. They couldn't hurt her anymore. She was strong, vicious, and powerful. She would, show them all....
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Re: Writer's Block [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Fri Sep 09, 2016 4:00 am
Henrex Astillon The Broken Raven Descend Into Darkness If I could be the main protagonist of a story....the genre....would be tragedy.... Secretly....deep within his heart....Henrex thought she was cute. He enjoyed looking into her silver eyes....seeing her tail swish around, and her ears wiggle. It was something that Henrex was enjoying. However, the girl loved teasing him and making him feel uncomfortable. THAT was something Henrex DIDN'T enjoy too much. Seeing her head turn up, and hearing her speak caused him to did exactly what he had done in the forest. Raising his hands and shaking them, as well as his head, Henrex was trying his best to apologize, but no words came to him. Frantically thinking on his feet, Henrex formed something together. "N-No...I-I didn't mean it like that..." However, Henrex's eyes looked into Mirja's. The moment that he did, he saw it. She was shattered. Henrex had been through enough pain and suffering to know what it looked like, even if it was through someone's eyes. Fate had been cruel to her as well. His broken, mismatched eyes flowed with empathy, before they lowered. His head lowered and his aura flowed out. Sadness. Anguish. Even the feeling of wishing for death came through Henrex's aura. Suicide. Pained eyes looked at Mirja. He could feel...and empathize with her pain. The masks that he wore had fallen. The tint in her eyes changed, and her arm lashed out, tearing through his Akuma Kyodo, and three slash marks would tear open on his shihakusho, before the small grey binding that held the robes together was slash, allowing the robe to fall. The left side of his body was revealed. Three red lines appeared on his chest, before fresh blood would flow from the wound, and his eyes would stare at Mirja in amazement, pain...and horror. Even with his regeneration working on trying to heal himself, it would certainly....leave more scars. "I...I'm sorry...I.." Henrex knew of only one way to fix this. He stood from the chair, allowing the shihakusho that he had been wearing to fall to the back of his chair, before he would move close to Mirja's body. His arms reached out, wrapping around Mirja's body, and, if Mirja could feel his skin, she would most likely feel that it was as cold as ice. Looking towards her neck, Henrex prayed that this would not only work, but that he was doing it right. "Let me....try to take away your pain...." Opening his mouth, Henrex, very, very gently, set his teeth on the flesh of her neck. Using his demonic powers to try and feed on what she had. The darkness that she kept in her heart. Keeping Mirja tightly pressed against him, his feeding would try to absorb the pain that she held in her heart, in an attempt to ease her pain. However, due to his Demon feeding being very...unstable and him not knowing how to fully use it...Henrex had also ended up taking the pain upon his own heart. Breaking from the girl and falling backwards, into his chair, Henrex's eyes stared towards the ceiling, and his arms dangled at his sides. The new pain that swirled within his heart....it was equal to his own. His head slowly moved back toward Mirja. His body moved forward once again, before another embrace came to her. A much more gentle hug this time. However, it did not last long, as he broke the hug quickly, with his face turning pink and refused to look at her. Hopefully....Henrex had done enough to help....someone he cared about..... |
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Re: Writer's Block [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Fri Sep 09, 2016 10:38 am
Iko, the Feral Wolf
Gone, was the cute girl, who loved to tease Henrex and qoute skilled poets. In her place, a savage thing, more wolf than girl. Blood dripping from her claws, and lips pulled back into a snarl, revealing sharp fangs, perfect for ripping and tearing. This lack of mental control was an incredibly dangerous thing when coupled with her titanic strength and monsterious durability. Basically, a vicious monster that would be hard to subdue without copious damage. And copious damage seemed to be her intent for Henrex right now. Seeing him as a threat, she snarled and barked at him, almost daring him to come closer. She could feel his aura, but her mentality only really recognized the wish for death. And distorted as she was, that translated as his wish for her death. Clearly this man needed to be dealth with, and fast, before he hurt Mirja.
And come closer he did, either from bravery, or foolishness. Iko knew what this man wanted, and she was not going to let him have it. As he stepped up, she thrust her hands out with surprising thought behind the action. Iko was always good at killing, it was the rest of the world that she had a problem with. If he continued his advance, then her arms would penetrate his body and push forward to puncture his lungs. She had murder on her mind, and her movements were of dark, unrestrainted violence. She wouldn't give anyone the oppitunity to even try and hurt Mirja. They would all die before her, and her claws. Sharp, ominous, and with the power of - albiet minor - gods behind them, they would tear this man asunder before she let him anywhere near Mirja.
Lost in the depths of her own psyche, Mirja watched as Iko was about tear Henrex several new assholes. Which was a shame, really. She actually kind of liked that guy. She hoped for his sake, that he would back off and not get murdered by Iko. It would really set her lessons of not murdering people back quite a bit.
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Re: Writer's Block [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Fri Sep 09, 2016 4:49 pm
Henrex Astillon The Broken Raven Descend Into Darkness Beware, beware, be skeptical. Of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold....deceit so natural. But a Wolf in Sheep's Clothing is more than a warning. Lies. Is that...what Mirja told him? Lies to lower his guard? Did....she hate him that much? As the claws entered his midsection, his body slid backwards through the shadows, performing Shadow Movement. But he did not come out unscathed. Blood seeped down his body, and his eyes settled on the blood-covered girl that was in front of him. The warm, crimson liquid coursed down his jeans, and over then scars upon his body. He didn't feel pain. Physical pain meant nothing to him. The only thing that was hurting him...was the pain that his heart was going through. It hurt. It hurt to feel this betrayal....again. First Tatsuo....then....Mirja.... Tears welled in the boy's eye as he kept his distance. Falling to his knees, the boy's eye continued to stream tears down his cheek. His eyes stared at Mirja as his wound began to ever so slowly close. His eyes looked towards the ground, and his hands went to his face. "I thought....you liked me....I thought....there was someone who actually cared about my miserable existence....but I was wrong....you lied to me.....do you hate me that much!? Do you want to kill me that badly, Mirja?!" The boy's normally quiet voice shot out as a yell, and his spiritual pressure burst from his body, slamming the previously open window shut. His eye continued streaming tears. The black void for a right eye was the only one even able to produce tears. His other eye had been damaged so badly, that the tear ducts within had been incinerated. His eyes looked at the bloody figure that stood in front of him. "Please Mirja....I never meant to hurt you....or make you mad....I....I only wanted....to make you happy....I....I care about you...." Henrex's head lowered as he spoke. Was there even a point to this? She wanted him dead. There was no point in speaking. His heart broke more and more from the everything that was hitting him over and over. Henrex's aura was now nothing but sadness. Grief, sorrow, pain...all of it. His entire body felt like it was breaking. He felt like he was spiraling down a void....into nothingness. |
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Re: Writer's Block [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Fri Sep 09, 2016 5:18 pm
Iko, the Feral Wolf
Iko snarled as the man somehow vanished from her claws and appeared a few ways back. She could smell his blood, and it made her want to rip and tear, but he kept his distance and instead whined like a pup. He was nothing, he didn't even deserve the chance to have Iko, so she barked at him and snarled.
"IKO! Iko...." She growled, lips still peeled back in a snarl as she watched, her nails ready to rip and carve into him if he moved. But the pup did not move. It seemed after it's whining, the pup just gave up and slumped on the floor. She bared fangs, and splayed her claws, and generally tried to intimidate him, but it seemed like he was staying down for now.
Mirja, who was at this point just a spectator, sighed. Why was everyone she knew such defeatists. With one single set back making them so morbid they sprouted about her killing them. He didn't seem to understand that if Iko wanted to kill him, he'd be a pile of shishkabab on the floor right now.
'Ohh, Henrex. You are baring up the wrong tree here' she muttered. Iko picked up on some of the words, and repeated them.
"Henrex. Wrong....tree" she growled, each word sounding like a momentous taste to form. Then, casting her eyes around slightly, she looked for a way to escape the room, occasionally looking back to Henrex and snarling at him to make sure he would stay put. The pup seemed broken, but you could never be to careful with these...males. They were so unpredictable. Her eyes had a look of frantic need to them, as if she was at once terrified of Henrex's presence, even though he was quite possibly the least threatening thing ever in his current state.
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