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The Rough [Rawk, Open-ish???]
Thu Feb 14, 2019 5:04 am
Adamant
Something about... cool water nipping at the ankles.
The midnight beach glittered with speckles of uncharacteristic color, tonight. Dim moonlight highlighted a number of shiny red objects scattered across an otherwise plain sandy oceanfront. Few were larger than a golf ball in size, but caught the caught the light so well that their presence was a small blaze in the dark. Most of them hadn't escaped the reach of the tide, either, and were covered up by every wave that rolled up, if only for a moment. Yet among the shattered mess was one great mass that could not be disguised or ignored. Where each small piece was an ember, this radiated like a pyre: A substantial pile of red crystal...
I remember something about... a murky darkness, and a heavy pressure.
The pile shifted, moving like it shouldn't be able to, as though that crystal was instead as if pliable like a tangle of hair. It twisted and turned until something opaque peeked out from under the translucent scarlet material. With a little more strength, it managed to lift up high enough to unveil what was... a face. Unexpected, unnatural, but if nothing else, real. The crystal continued to self-animated, opening one eye and then two—showing off surprisingly human eyes. But as it kept up its struggle, it soon would collapse back into the sand with a plop, burying itself back under the weight of its own crystalline coat.
I remember... a feeling of loss.
It turned its head, looking down to the torso that was connected to its head. It found its own shoulders, chipped as they were, and tried to follow them down the forearm... but that was where it stopped. Gleaming in cardinal, were the stubs of its arm, snapped in half and splintered into sharp points. No wonder its attempts to rouse itself failed, if its arms were gone. Any attempts to move its hands or fingers would be for nothing. It also explained the haziness in its head... the more parts of its body it was missing the less intelligence it could retain. It hoped it could quickly reclaim those missing pieces... and it could feel those pieces nearby.
With that goal in mind, the entity then tried to bring its legs up under it, and stand up that way. It arched its back up into the air, brushing aside the bulk of gemstone 'hair' that was covering it. With a strain it made its attempt, hearing the sand being shifted by its efforts... only for something to give way again and make it collapse back into the wet silt in the sound of utter failure. A new tide rushed past the thing's broken, pathetic body as an insult to injury, just at that moment. For indeed, its legs were gone as well.
As the water receded, Adamant was left staring dull-eyed along the length of the beach. For a time it just lie there within the tide, for an amount of time it didn't really comprehend. A consistent train of thought was incredibly difficult in its state, with more than fifty percent of its body missing from the whole. It would take quite some time before the cogs began turning again, and it began to drag itself up and away from the waves.
"Not the first time..." it said, a matter-of-factly. Its voice—while it was faint as a whisper and weak as hell—sounded as equally like a girlish man's as it did a boyish woman's. It managed to reach the piece of itself it was hunting for, a thin long shard of ruby nested not far from the water's extent. With nothing but its two useless stubs for arms, it rotated and oriented the shard just how it wanted, before pressing it against one of the arms. There was a light clink accompanied by a gentle sting... but it stuck. As if it had never broken off in the first place, the shard had rejoined the whole. "Back together again... like a puzzle..."
Then, slowly, pitifully, it began dragging itself toward the next.
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Re: The Rough [Rawk, Open-ish???]
Thu Feb 14, 2019 12:15 pm
Alex
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Apparently, the ol' West Coast had changed hands since the last time Alex had been around. Used to be President Mana's spot, but the Vanguard- oh wait, didn't they have a new name now? Lucky Order or something? He didn't really keep track of these things. The Lucky Ducks had been taking America from the ol' queen of demons, and that was pretty kosher with Alex. He'd always wanted to kick down the doors of the White House and ask her what the fuck was up, maybe beat the shit out of her. Could always maybe nail her too, she was pretty hot...
What was he doing again? Oh, right, beach walk. He remembered now. Got a little sidetracked. It was a pretty night, most guys wouldn't wear dress shoes to the beach but he liked 'em. If they got ruined he'd just buy more, he couldn't really give too much of a shit. Watching the stars as he walked across the sand was pretty nice, but he wanted to take a look at the sand, too. It was pretty this time of night, sometimes you just-
Shkt.
Looking downward, Alex noticed a rather red shard of...something poking through his shoe. He considered himself lucky it had gone through at the very end and missed his actual foot, considering that probably would've hurt like a fuckin bitch if it'd actually hit his toes. Like, Christ, it just went through his shoe like paper, and these were nice shoes! Some serious bullshit goin' on with this thing... He removed his foot from the shard, very fucking carefully, and crouched down to poke it once or twice. The fuck was it? He didn't actually know, but pulling a rag from his pocket, he (again, very carefully) pulled it from the sand, wrapped it to keep from cutting, and put it in the breast pocket of his jacket. It could probably sell for a pretty penny, he figured.
Cracking his knuckles, the red-haired wanderer continued on down the beach, whistling some tune or another. It was honestly impossible to tell what song it was, he actually sucked at whistling, something he'd fully admit to if you really pressed him. Deciding it sounded like shit, he just lit up a cigarette, something far more comfortable to him. He wondered, idly, if he'd find anything else cool on the beach tonight. He was kinda hopeful.
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