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Re: Writer's Block [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Fri Sep 09, 2016 6:10 pm
 Henrex Astillon  The Broken Raven Descend Into Darkness [PLAY POSTING MUSIC FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, THE FEEEELS!] I don't think you know what you're doing to me..... His eye continued to stare at the bloodied mess that had become of Mirja. However, the gaze was not held for long. He couldn't keep his eyes on her. He tried to form words, but the Raven's throat was unable to produce anything. His eyes had stopped producing tears. He couldn't cry anymore. His body wouldn't allow it. He simply continued to blankly stare at the thing that had identified itself as "Iko". The void for an eye stared into her eyes, but nothing was within them. Broken. Break. Shattered. All of those words. That is what Henrex's heart was. That's what Henrex was overall. Broken. His body slumped to the floor, and his eyes continued to look into Iko's, before a single tear would fall down the boy's face. "Do I even mean anything to you?" As Henrex's words left him, Iko's words fell on deaf ears. Henrex heard nothing from her, and it really didn't matter. The Raven had fallen to the earth once again, unable to fly. The feeling in his voided heart felt like it was burning him. His eye continued to stream tears, before his hand would raise, and his eye would close. "If you want to go....go. I won't stop you or chase you....I can't....there's no point in chasing you.....you'll just tear me apart. All I want....is you back, Mirja....the last thing that...I want right now....is loneliness...." A wave of spiritual energy flowed from his hand, and the door to his room slowly opened, and his energy continued to flow like the wind, carrying the Broken Raven up, and gently setting him in the chair, with his head facing the ground, and tears leaving his eyes. As his head rose, Henrex's blank eyes....were now filled with pain. All he wanted right now was someone to talk to. But he knew that he wouldn't get that. All that The Broken Raven would get....would be loneliness. Just like always. However, as he looked at her, his quiet, shattered voice would only be able to say one thing to her. The thing that he hoped she would accept. "....I'm sorry...." |
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Re: Writer's Block [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Fri Sep 09, 2016 6:24 pm
Iko, the Feral Wolf
Iko gave another snarl to the mewling pup, but it was not neccesery. The pup, Henrex, had broken. Iko had seen it once or twice, when she was forced to watch the fights and the abuse of other inmates. Sometimes they just, gave up and waited for death, which came quickly to them. She wasn't going to deal with this pup though. It would have itself off eventually. The way it crooned and whimpered, it would not last very long unless the world was so much different to what she had seen so far. It was possible. Mirja had tried to teach her but for now she was not quite able to fully understand.
The pup did cry for Mirja, however. Much like the scary woman did. Everyone seemed to want Mirja, but that was probably because nobody really knew Iko. The door opened suddenly, and her eyes flicked to it, but then returned to Henrex with sucpicion. When Iko was confident that there was no trickery, that the door had just opened, she edged towards it, her body low and moving like a humanoid wolf, fangs bared at the man as she moved, making sure that if he tried anything she would have his throat out. But he didn't seem to try anything. Just, apologised for something. This did not put her at ease, but made her even more aggitated, as she barked and looked around for the trap. No trap was sprung, however, and so she was forced to take it at face value, the man was just apologising for himself.
"No. Touch. Iko" She growled at him, pacing backwards towards the door, keeping him in her sight at all times. It seemed she had plans to see him again, eventually, which was why she gave Henrex the mix between the warning and the advice, something to help and something to make sure that he would not screw up the second time.
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Re: Writer's Block [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Fri Sep 09, 2016 8:59 pm
失恋 BROKEN Descend Into Nothingness ...... Henrex continued to lay there for what seemed like hours, days, months, years. The world seemed to leave him behind as time moved along. The boy's heart, mind, soul....everything about him had been broken. Pieces of him scattered throughout time and space itself. His eyes stared at the wood that his room was made of. It hurt. Not the wound that still occupied his midsection....but his heart. The boy's heart ached with pain, sorrow, misery...and longing. He wanted to talk to Mirja. But he couldn't. The warning that the Feral Wolf had given him had put him off of ever wishing to even having her near him. His mind was telling him not to....but his heart longed for it. His eyes began to leak more and more tears as his body slowly stood. Fingers snapping, the door would shut once more, while his hand trembled. His body fell back into the chair that he sat in, and silence engulfed his room....and his heart...once again. His hand curled into a fist, and slammed on the desk, and his heart could no longer hold back the aching that was held in. Henrex's head collapsed on the desk, and no words would leave him. Only tears. The wet, crystal clear liquid dropped from his eyes, and landed on the paper of the paper that he had been writing on. Simply looking at the paper brought more sadness into his heart, and his hand swiped the paper away, sending the paper off the desk, before gently pressing against the wall....then drifted slowly to the floor. Henrex's head lifted, and his eyes soon set on the notepad where the page had originated from. As they moved from the spiral-bound notebook to a single, fully filled pen. His trembling fingers gently wrapped around the writing utensil, and slowly pulled the item from it's holder. Pulling the paper towards him, his fingers slowly twirled the pen between his fingers....and then....the boy began to write. Trial and error. Every single little mistake that he made....he destroyed the mistake. Page after page left the boy's notebook, filled with mistakes. Misspelled words, errors in wording things, anything that he considered a mistake was thrown out. This had to be perfect. He would allow not a single imperfection. Through blurred vision of teared eyes, and his shaking hand, the entire process took almost two hours. However, after so long...it was finally perfect. Perfect wording, no mistakes. A shaky sigh came from him. His heart and soul had went into this letter to Mirja. He hoped that she would read it. His eyes scanned over the letter for one, final check.
The final words that were written on the page made Henrex's eyes begin to water with tears once more. Wiping his eyes with his clean arm, his head slowly lowered itself onto the desk once more...and Henrex Astillon silently cried. Folding the paper up and placing it inside an envelope, Henrex made the envelope surrounded with his own spiritual energy, and the letter would float to wherever Mirja was. With more tears in his eyes, Henrex could only hope for the best. His heart had gone into that letter. He begged to everything that he could that she would read it.... |
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Re: Writer's Block [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Fri Sep 09, 2016 10:06 pm
Mirja, the Masterless Pet
Mirja had eventually managed to coax Iko to the house, and from there, she brought the Wolf-Girl back into the fold of the Mindscape. Mirja had beem trying to teach her that not everyone was a person to be afraid of, but she was slow on that uptake. Mirja wasn't just going to stop, or abandon her however, regardless of who her phobias ostrisized. Iko was more important than anyone in the world. She would go about getting the blood, Henrex's blood, out from her fingernail/claws, and then when that was done, she would start some simple dinner, the Wolf Girl loved to have Mirja's cooking, and so it always filled her with happiness to cook. It filled her with happiness to cook for Taichou as well, but that girl had come around less frequently since joining Shin'o Academy, and Mirja's ill-fated trips into the Living World.
When she had fed Iko - that was how Mirja saw it these days, she wasn't eating herself, but feeding Iko, since Iko enjoyed the act of eating much more than Mirja ever could - Mirja saw a letter slip through the window, and land at her table. Curious, now, she opened it, and read the contents. This letter couldn't go unawnsered, after she had finished it, so gathering her own tools, she began to write herself.
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"Henrex.
You are an idiot.
And now that is out of the way, allow me to explain. Unless you just read that one line and now your doing your morbid thing again. In which case I just wasted a letter. However, the rest of this letter is written in the hopes that somehow you manage to actually get past that point without your heart shattering into a million pieces. There is a hundred and one reasons why you are an idiot, but I have not the paper nor the patience to list them all, so I shall simply state why in accordance to your letter. First of all, you apologise for something so far from your fault, that it would usually loop back around to being your fault but it is that far away it misses the connection point and turns into some massive, gargantuan e with the end of the e going off ad infinitum. It's a habit you should really get out of.
Secondly, you and I have known each other about two weeks, one week of which I was nowhere to be found. And yet you profess undying love and the inability to live without me, without ever getting to know me beyond that silver-eyed girl that likes to torment me. We are near-immortal beings, Henrex. We do not need to rush into things like the mortals do, for fear of old age claiming us before we can get anywhere. If you love me, then tell me why I have two releases for Beowulf, or how I got the scar on my forehead and why it looks like it's a mix of an old scar and a new scar. Or even, something much less personal, like what my favoirate food is, to eat and to cook. Or my fashion taste in the world of the living. You don't love me, you don't even know me. What you are feeling, is merely the bi-product of a female giving you above-average attention, which you then mis-represent as romantice feelings. Don't feel bad - or do, it seems to be your thing - a lot of people do it.
Thirdly, what was the reason for telling me about your past? Were you looking for sympathy, or pity? You will find neither here. See, as much as you profess to love me, you do not know that I am a callous bitch when it comes to people talking about their past - honestly I am a callous bitch with a lot of things, self-pity being another, it was a good job Iko was the one in control or I would have done more than a little bit of pain you could regenerate from. Do not let your past drag you down, but take it and let it drive you onwards, to see tommorow, to explore the horizon, to strive for greatness, and achieve it. Honor the memory of the fallen, rather than wallowing in despair at the fact that they have fell. I am over five hundred years old, and yet I have a couple hundred years of past, with no live as a human before that. Hell, I would not know my own Age without Beowulf's help. I had to construct a fake persona to inhabit this body since the real one had left it, and then live in perpetual fear that the real Mirja would return and take her body back, killing me in the process. And as for the fear of people dying on you, death is an immutable fact of reality. If you can not handle this, dig yourself a deep hole, and stay there forever. Do not poke your head above ground for the entirety of your life, and dissapear without even making a footnote on the pages of history. However, if you feel like you can actually handle the fact that people die, then go out, meet people. The world is more full of wonder than you could ever know, even now when the Hollows have trashed everything. And if you feel as if you can not interact with your Shinigami peers, then I can help you interact with your Demon peers. And yes. I know you are some sort of...half Demon. You think I can have a Demon Mistress and not be able to draw a parallels between her abilities and yours? Strong doesn't mean dumb kiddo.
And here. The final part, of which you are the most idiotic. If being an idiot was a power source, you could run the world for a week over how much you are being an idiot here. You seem to think you hurt me, a laughable idea even if you were actually trying. But all you did was provoke an extremely angry wolf-girl into attacking you. If you knew Iko was going to claw your ass off when you got so close, then you can apologise for what happened, and I can kick your fucking ass for it because why the fuck are you messing with her recovery? If not, then stop with the følelsesmessig and være mandig. Not that you would really know what that means. Beklager. I write Norweigan when I get irritated.
You believe I hate you simply because Iko took a chunk out of you as that's what she does to practically every guy who is in the slightest bit erotic towards me, when I am distracted or otherwise mentally occupied. This is the most flawed thought pattern since Hitler's belief that he could invade Russia and not get his ass kicked. When you are not paying attention and cut yourself with a knife, do you believe the knife hates you? In fact, don't awnser that, you probably actually do believe something like that.
You keep saying you try to make me happy, but you don't know the first thing about what I like, so there is no way you could possibly hope to make me happy. You have never tried to lære ved å gjøre and so you are doomed to fail. And since that's kind of important, I'll actually try to translate it. To an extent. It's hard, and will never really come out right. But basically, it means, To Learn By Action. Talk to me, ask me what I like, before trying to try and make me happy. Or else you will be stumbling in the dark, even without Beowulf's Yami no Sekai.
So, to conclude. Right now, you are, as Iko puts it, a Mewling Pup. You are a child that has taken some knocks in his life and, rather than get up and carry on, you stay on the floor. Because it is easier, because getting up means you have to face the possibility of being knocked down again. And that you will have to support yourself. If you wish to make me happy, start there. Get Up, Henrex. The Past shapes you, it does not Define you. If it did, then I would be an empty husk of a thing, and I'm kind of a little away from that, as you can see.
So, in summary. You are an idiot, but Kudos if you managed to get this far without melting down into one giant mass of tears and anguish.
The Callous Bitch, Mirja
With that finally done, she sealed it up, and set it to Henrex's location, keeping an eye out for an explosion, in case Henrex exploded from reading the letter.
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Re: Writer's Block [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Sat Sep 17, 2016 8:02 am
壊れた BROKEN D̳͎͚̗͖̠͖̝͔̭̖̪͖̺͔̝̜̦͎̽̄̾̃̆̄͆̆ͥ̿e̻͙̘̮͖͖̞͚̥̻̿̇ͪͮ̿͒̆͗͆̓̓s̲̼͇͇̟̻̱̳͎͙̫͚͗͋̂̋̓͛̄ͧͭ̈͊̈́ͪ͐͆ͭ͊͊c̟͕͚̰̲̻̮̗̑̐̑̎͛e̩̫̪͚͇͍̹ͩ͐ͬ̔̇n̙͙̻̹̥̫͖̙̻̰̰̘̓̎̌̊ͩͩ̃̿̋̊̒̔͌ͪͯͮ͗͂͐ͅd͚͚̺̠̦̲̞͓͚͓̿̍̂ͮͤ̎̎͑̽̄͂̋̚ ͕̰̥̖̠̹͎̦̎͗̓̊͒̏͂̄ͧ̏̚I̗̬̙̪̖̻̟͐̓́̓͒̒ͪ̑ͧn̮̪̺̮̺̫̰͉̗͖͈͇̟͕̰͙̰̳̉ͭ̿ͨ̃̋̚t͕̘͔͕̟͕͕̤̬̦̯̒̐̿̓̃̄̒̀o͕̹̪̜̤̪̣̎ͪ͐̓͑̊͒ͬͯ̊̔͋̋̑͗ ͍̠͕̹̯̳̤͙͍͈͇̟͈̯̱͈̎ͦ̀̐̏ͮͦ̋͌̊̂N̯̮̗̝̤̖̓́̈̽̓ͭ͂̄ͤǒ͈̪͚̻̭͇͋ͧ̎̉̃ͩ͂̆̈ͨͨͨ͑̒̃ͯt̝̝̤̼͎̺͖̝̞͕̙͙͓̗̝̺͉̬ͤ́̈̊̾ͅh͙͉̙̮̹ͩ̋̆̉̾́̎i̯̟̗̖̩̤͎̣͕̯̪̮̜͎̹͙̤͛ͦ͌̉̅̅͆̔͌̂̈̅ͥͮ̾͂ͅn͎̪̹̞̞̋ͦ̔́ͮ̅̓ͬͥ͌ͪ̈ͤ̃̋ͨͮ̽g̦̣̫̟̖̜̭͍͚͋ͥ̓̔̎̔̉n̺͈̦̳̲̰̠̳̺̝͎̙̪͇͚͉̊͊̽͐͊ͪ͋̒é͚͇̻̖̹̲̗̠͙͔̻̲̗͍̱͋̐ͬͣ̽͗s̬͎͖ͦ̆̔͋̍͒̈̏̽ͫ̄ͨͮͣͅs̟̬͚̰͔̟̞͔̱̰͈͍̥͔͂ͪ̔̄ What the only thing left for me....was loneliness.... It was hard for Henrex's body to stop moving. Constantly pacing back and forth across the room, tapping his foot against the ground, drumming his fingers on the wood of his desk, his bedpost, everything. He couldn't sit still. He was terrified. He wasn't even sure if Mirja would read what he had spent two hours perfecting. A sigh left the young man as he continued to keep himself moving, unable to stop. The Raven's scars and burns seemed to ripple across his body as his anticipation and worry rose within his heart. Finally stopping his movement, the boy sat down in the chair, before his head bowed to the ground, and his fingers tapped against each other. His foot shook as his sat. No matter what he did, there was nothing that could cause his body to stop moving. His heart felt like it was burning. His body leaned back in his chair, and his hands brought themselves to his face, gently gripping his cheeks. Bowing his head once again, the boy's voice muttered outward words that none could understand from how quiet his voice was. Continuing the tapping of his foot, his eye flicked from side to side, looking for anything. a sign of movement, the sound of a dropping pin. anything could happen in this dead silence. The wind gently howled as he waited and the coldness of the air passed over his skin, another shudder left the boy as time passed by him, and his hands soon drifted from his cheeks to his arms. Standing from his chair, the boy's form slowly moved towards where his bed was, before his body fell backwards like a falling tree when cut, and landed on his back, staring at the ceiling when he heard it. The change in the wind was all that he needed to confirm that something was there. Sitting up from his bed, he looked toward his window, which he had opened to allow the air to pass through, and for any response that he might get. Seeing the envelope float through the window and land gently on his lap, Henrex's trembling hands gently wrapped around the paper, and his body slowly moved to his desk, sitting down in his chair and setting the letter on the desk. He had a really...REALLY...bad feeling about this. Opening the letter with shaking hands, the boy quickly opened the letter, and the first sentence.....his heart sunk. Slamming his head into the desk, the boy sighed. His teeth clenched as his heart was starting envelop into despair and grief. He would not let that happen. He had to make it through the entire thing before melting down into anguish. He had seen the next sentence in the letter, and was going to live up to it. Wiping his eyes, the boy continued reading. Every single word was like a sword strike. Each one piercing and stabbing his heart over....and over...and over. As his eyes continued to read through the message, Henrex's eyes widened when the paper mentioned that she knew about his Hybrid nature. The eyes of the boy moved to his scarred hand, the wounds rippling across the limb. Simply her knowing was bad. If she knew that, then she should know something else. As his eyes continued to scan and eventually finish the letter, Henrex knew that it was time. It was too dangerous to stay within the Gotei. Not exactly dangerous....but it wasn't where he should be. He shouldn't be anywhere. There was no place in the world for someone like him. His eyes closed, before his hand drifted towards the pen he had used just so recently. Placing a new sheet of paper in front of him, he understood every word and letter that had been put there. It was time to respond. Letters and words formed into the young Raven's letter, with his eyes constantly flicking back to the letter that Mirja wrote to ensure that not a single word, phrase, or anything was missed. Sighing as his right hand continued to move and twirl the pen that he held in his hand, the left hand of the Broken Raven would slowly reach towards his face, covering the mutilated eye that has, and always would be, a reminder of his past. It was his reminder to never trust a ninja, even if he had been trained as one. Swallowing his guilt and his pain, Henrex forged on, his words and letters continued to form and pulse as he stared at the paper. The grief-stricken heart of the Raven was caused creativity to flow out of his body, through his hand, and through the pen. Hopefully, to create something that Mirja would take into consideration. As his writing finally came to an end, Henrex simply would fold the paper in half neatly, before pushing it into an envelope, and then, the final touch within the envelope. [LETTER WILL BE AT BOTTOM OF POST] A black and purple rose. Crystalline in appearance, this beautiful rose was made from Henrex's own spiritual energy, and he had lined the item with a layer of Reishi to make the rose take it's crystalline form.Rising to his feet, the wind of Henrex's room opened, and the letter flew towards Mirja. Turning away from the door, the hands of the boy raised, before his eyes closed. If he was considered a monster....he would wear a mask. As a black object formed in his hands, Henrex would open his eyes. The mask would take the form of a respirator. With an eye patch to cover his left eye, the boy closed his eyes....and placed the mask on his face. The normal, quiet breathing of the boy would soon be heard. Mechanical breathing came from the mask that had been placed upon his face. His body began to walk around the room, gathering a single messenger's bag, and began to pack his things. Notebooks, pens, anything of importance. It was time to run.
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Re: Writer's Block [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Sat Sep 17, 2016 6:19 pm
Mirja, the Masterless Pet
Mirja was surprised to get a second letter from Henrex. Her letter was quite the final note of the conversation, one that told him what he needed to do and how he needed to do it. However, Mirja took it and read it because anything else would be rude. However, as she read it, and had to suffer though his whiny, emo, woe-is-me crap, and how life sucked and it dragged him down and all the shit she had denounced him for in her last letter, she got incredibly annoyed, and decided to write him another letter. This kid was so morbid, he needed a good sexing up, and she knew just the Demon for it.
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"Henrex
No. I am not coming with you. No I am not going to meet you. No I don't really care about you, or anything you have put in your letter. I was trying to let you down gently, kiddo, giving you a chance to actually try and get to know me before you start sprouting your love for me simply because I was a bit nice to your dreery ass before I found out you could be this unsufferably morbid all the time. Still. I will help you get on your feet outside, if you care to. There is a house in Paris, *Specific adress added* where a girl called Arianda lives. Tell her I sent you, and she might help you.
This is all I will do for you, since you seem so uncapable of helping yourself, and as I said before, I am a callous bitch that you seem to love without actually knowing. if Arianda turns you away, then you are on your own because she is all I really care to give you.
Mirja
With that, she send it along to his meeting place by Hell Butterfly, before the midnight, so he would get it, and hopefully go to Arianda. She could help him.
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Re: Writer's Block [PRIVATE/Mirja]
Sun Sep 18, 2016 9:33 am
Henrex Astillon The Broken Raven Descend Into Darkness Lonely is not being alone. It the feeling that no one cares. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock The ticking of the clock rung out in the silent room. Everything had been packed. The mechanical breathing of the Hybrid echoed and matched the clock's rhythm. He waited. It was around ten-o-clock right now. It seemed that she wasn't coming. He figured. Sighing gently, Henrex simply slung the strap of his messenger bag over his shoulder, and soon stood from his desk, before the shuffling feet was heard. It was midnight that he was waiting for. The moment the clock chimed out that it was midnight....it would be time. As he continued to wait, his ears would twitch at the mere sound of the clock ticking....and ticking. Sighing as he gently lay back, his bag landing down by his waist. His forearm slowly covered his eyes and the creaking of wood sounded out from his bed. Slowly sitting up, Henrex's eye soon shifted to his gloved hands. Staring at the black coverings that hid his hands, his eye stared into the palms of his hands, before they closed, and his eye would close as well. Standing to leave, Henrex readjusted the scarf on his face, and the strap of the messenger's bag on his shoulder, before he headed for his door. It was almost midnight. His body turned, giving one last look at what was left of his room. His eye narrowed in sadness, before he turned around again, reaching for the door handle. However, he stopped. He could sense something entering through the window. Turning around again, he saw the small thing floating towards him. A Jigokucho....a Hell Butterfly. She managed to find a way to send him something before midnight. Reaching his arm out slowly, he allowed the small animal...thing to land on his outstretched finger. Expecting the worse, he allowed her message to play. It was just as he expected. Sighing as he head lowered and his heart continued to crack and break. No tears came from her message. Simply...all of the things to describe sadness and negativity. Opening his door and taking the Jigokucho with him, he gently covered the Hell Butterfly with his hand....and he ran. The wind slammed the door shut as he left, with the boy running into the night. Tick, tick, tock, goes the clock. What game shall we play? Tick, tick, tock. The midnight hour was just as dour. Tick, tick, tock.....the sounds of a clock rang through his head. As he stopped his run at the very entrance of the Seireitei, Henrex simply raised his hand....and a Kage Chōkyō-shi portal opened. Looking into the blood red portal, he slowly stepped in. Right now....this portal was more useful than a Senkaimon. Travelling through, he simply set out to find a single place. Paris, France. -EXIT THREAD- I want someone to afraid of losing me. No one ever has. I don't think anyone ever will..... |
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