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 Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 7:34 pm
Gabriel's head snapped toward the sounding alarm. "Oh gods no, the keys!" Before anyone could stop him, he was up the stairs and tearing down the corridor like a bullet.
"It seems that our suspicions were correct. Concentrating the keys has proven to be a mistake. Come." Jon's lumbering form guided and supported Thrais back up the lift to the exit.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 3:18 pm
"Wait what?!" Maki shouted following behind Jon and Gabriel. "What's going on?! Is it an attack?!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 12:20 pm
"but how could they get into the chamber?! Isn't it sealed? Not just by shields, but magic?" Thrais was very surprized, that such a thing could happen. Not nothign was impossable.. and if it was true... and all the keys were now with the Order.....
Then they were in big trouble. She scammpred up onto the lift quickly witht he others, so as not to hinder them.
'We have to stop them! They can't be let to have them all, they just can't!'
"Hurry Maki!" She reached for her voice, finding her hands easier now and pulled her close.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 9:51 pm
((correct me fi this is still the wrong room))
Finally they came into the right room, and she could hear the buzzing of the machines and controls that ran the headquarters. Gabriels lab, but perhaps Jons as well, they seemed to work on these technical things together. Thrias wasn't very savy on Machinery, not to mention flying anything machincal. It was a nightmare tyring to use the gummi the first time. Even now she wasn't the best at it.
Her people delved into a more mystical way of methods, furthering it.
The technology that rna her world was something where alchmeny and magic combined into a new breed.
Though when you looked at it, no one would ever they wer enot advanced.
"Does the reader say anything?" she asked allowing Jon to use the tool to see into ther clouded eyes.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 10:05 pm
[S'right, we're good.]
"It has said much indeed. The darkness is more than physical, as I had suspected. Something from that deep abyss that you entered when you touched Gabriel's mind has tainted you in both body and mind. It must be tied to what you experienced, that shadow deep within yourself that sought to swallow you. Even if I could remedy the physical blindness, it would be a temporary cure at best. You will somehow have to face the darkness on its own level if you wish to be free of it." Jon lifted Thrais rather chivalrously onto the examining table, his gauntleted hands placed with extraordinary care and courtesy. She could feel something being fastened around her head, and the warmth of two pinpoints of light being adjusted until they fixed on her blinded eyes. "Of the process of recovery, no matter how you choose, I can guarantee only that it will be painful, but it is said that the wound must hurt before it may heal. Consider carefully what you saw in that place deep inside yourself, while I attempt a more in-depth scan. By the time this is finished, our companions should have formed a plan of attack." Other sensors made themselves felt at Thrais' neck, fingertips, the joints of her wings, and the backs of her knees. Whatever they were made of, they felt less like physical probes and more like that feeling when you know you're being watched, only warmer and very tightly focused.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 11:29 pm
The pin pointed areas carried this sensation through her limbs till the wingweaver felt her heartbeat inside that chest some how more closely. She didn't struggle, trusting in Jon's gentle care and focused precition(sp).
She could hear his voice above her head as it was fastened, and though his words were most likely true, it was hard to believe... simply cause she didn't want to.
There was a darkness she had shut away since the moment she escaped Sanctum. Thrais thought she could outrun it, but now...
It seemed like it was catching up once again.
She didn't want to consider it again, she didn't want to look! But...
Thrais had to, this was no time to be selfish. Everyone needed her back and fighting again. Now more then ever, if they were to somehow stop the order. The gate maiden would have to tempt fate again eventually.
"...I'm scared of what I'll see." she said it without really thinking. But there was no real use in lying either. Besides, somehow the chaser felt comfertable talking to Jon about it. He had a blunt and kind way of dealing with this things. He didn't hide the truth, but he wasn't uncaring about it. He said it would hurt, and Thrais felt somewhat more prepared when he did so.
"... I'm scared of what awaits me down there... it was a face I did...and didn't remember."
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 9:25 pm
"We all have fears we must face, eventually. If and how we choose to face them are a part of what defines who we are. If these shadows are born of what you left behind, then the clearest course would be to redress your past and put it behind you for good." The spots of warmth pulsed rhythmically, the sensation beginning with the laurel of probes around her head, echoing all the way down to her feet, fingertips and wingtips, before returning in the blink of an eye to where they began. "Come what may, you have friends that will always fight at your side. Whatever has followed you here, here shall it reckon with us all."
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 9:10 pm
Thrais took a deep breath and tried to take comfort in those words. And yet somehow... she was sure facing the past wouldn't be so simple as closing your eyes and trnyig to remember on the medical table.
What was even stranger about it all, is that most of what the weaver felt she'd face... it hadn't been a part of her physical past. At leats nothing she could remember beyond the years of endles dwelling in Sanctums Temple shrine. That acursed round room, with that one solitary opening at the top.
"... Gabrielhad called me his cousin... what did he mean by that?"
Even as she said these things the weavers soliac thread that was housed inside her soulblade was beginging to pulsate. React to something, the more she thought about that room far far away in that world she left behind.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 10:10 pm
Syric appeared in the corner of the room as silent as death in slippers.
His muscles were well defined through his tight-fitting shirt, revealing great tension in the large blond. The darkness still burned in his muscles, clouded the edges of his mind with anger, and kept Syric on edge. The weariness in his eyes and his stance showed how tired the strong man was. But, he couldn't sleep yet.
The darkness still gnawed at his mind.
"I hear we've lost the keys." His voice, rough and gravelly from the ordeal at Snowglobe, sounded in it's natural bass. "And what happened to you?" he asked Thrais, "And who're you?" He asked, looking at Jon.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 12:01 am
"..Syric?..Is that your voice?" Without even thinking the blinded weaver almost moved to reahc for him to clerify her wonderings, but soon remembered herself and kept still. With ehr ehad fastened she couldn't even turn her head.
It wa shard to reconize him, but judging by the presence, and the destiny line that came wiht it, she was mostly sure of it.
" I'm sorry, I got careless lets say... but our friend Jon here is trying to help fix things." she replied blinking her blank darkened eyes up at the geenral direction she heard the voice coming from.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 7:50 am
"You're blind, aren't you?" Was the first thing out of Syric's mouth, "Is it permanent?"
Syric moved in closer, his face inches away from the Weaver's face, and stared into her apparently blinded eyes.
"Don't worry, we all get a bit careless from time to time." Syric said, remembering how the darkness had overtook him at Snowglobe.
A question was on the tip of his tongue, but he hesitated to ask it. Thrais did not seem to be in a state for being questioned.
I need to know what my heart holds...What of it I have left.. Syric's mind practically screamed at him for the answer. But, Syric couldn't ask quite yet.
Through this personal battle, Syric hadn't moved, and his tired blue eyes didn't stray from Thrais's.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 5:25 pm
Jon turned to look at Syric only when Syric turned to look at Thrais. Bulky and ponderous as the suit was, he'd mastered it fast enough that he merely pivoted on his toes as silently as Syric had entered, an act not unlike a hippopotamus attempting to pirouette. "Yes, she is blind. I cannot be sure of its permanence, but the cause is rooted deep within her heart. Miss Thrais tried to use her powers as a Weaver to heal my former host, and the darkness within his heart resonated hers and sent her mind and soul into a very dangerous place deep inside." Jon came closer to them in small, mathematically perfect steps. Behind him, shimmering in midair, was a projected map of Thrais' physical body, her central nervous system lit up like the streets of a city seen from the air by night. "The physical affliction is not limited to her eyes, however. It began there, but it is very slowly spreading, and it will eventually infect and corrupt Thrais' entire body if not stopped." Something in that hushed, no-nonsense voice behind the mask betrayed the emotions in that unfinished face- worried, remorseful, perhaps even guilty. "I may not be as close a friend as she needs to help her face the darkness that has caught up with her, but I am at least enough of a doctor to deal with its effects on her body, while we wait for the others to return. Have you any news of them?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 10:20 am
The red-head could feel Syric's breathe on her face, and knew he was close. The sensation was comforting within it'self. She had always to deal with this darkness alone, and thought if anyone could ever help her, it would be Prinz, Dorinda or Maki... but she was soon to realize that the ones Thrais could depend on, were more then she realized.
She could sense an ugency in Syric, it beated against her skin like a trembling wave of heat, tickling her empathic senses like a small red flag. Telling her that hewas here for more then one reason. But because of the situation he was holding himself back.
Her brows creased, and again she resisted an urge to reach up and touch his face in a sign of comforting. Even as she faced an infectious darkness of her own, the weaver still couldn't deny the needs of others for sake fo herself.
She tugged instead ona detsiny line that trickled bewteen them and realized something was vaugly different about Syric, but unless she dove in she couldn't tell as to what. And there's no way she could shift vision and take a look either.
When Thrais heard the rets of Jons explaination she closed those dakr eyes a moment as she took a deep breath.
"Both of you are just as valuable of friends as any, but this darkness... it's....it's not just an affliction.
The more I think about it....
the older this situtaion feels.
As if I've experianced this before. But I'm also sure this has never happened once in my whole life."
She knew it didn't make sense, but thats hw it felt. Like an old wound you didn't know you had opening up, and watching someone elses blood spill for your viens. Thrais didn't suffer memory loss as far as she knew, but why did it feel as if she was missing something in her recollection. Somehow she should KNOW whats happening, or what TRIED to happen.
Still, just laying there and dawdling wans't going to solve anything. Syric needed her help, she could sense it, the others would need it again soon. Gabriel..she still had to ask him about what eh said.
So right then and there.... the weaver took another deep breathe and close herself in to face that demon who's face she wasn't supposed to see.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 10:47 am
The first thing that happened physically was a ripple. Like watching light move under the surface of water. Thrais's body have a jolt, twitched, and settled as a soft glowing wave started from her center and moved out through all her limbs to the end of her fingers and wing tips.
The schematic of her nervous system was seem to light up all at once as she dove down into her own heart, to see what was lurking in there.
It was like watching from outside your body.
She could see herself falling down, and she followed her phantom, and the events re-played in faster motion. Thrais could see the apparition tormenting her, taunting in its own hurtful way, as if it wished nothing more then to share it's grief with her.
Outside, visably they could see her eye's pigment shifting, the darkness swurlling like a cloud behind each iris. Shifting, as the soul of the weaver it possessed dove in and desturbed its take over of her body.
Thrais dove deeper, seeking out the moment when she was called back by her friends and for one brief moment she saw the face of that apparition. Yes, it was the face that desturbed her. Somehow, hurt her to see it.
She pushed against the shielding of her hearts memory and finally as Thrais saw herself floating upwards out of the figures grasp, she looked into the womans face and saw...
'Mother?!...w-wait..no..thats not you..but...'
The woman had the most striking resemblance to Thrais's mother. The same red hair the same eyes, but the features were very different. They resembled Thrais's more then her mothers. The look in her shining eyes was one of the purest anguish she'd ever seen.
Such pain, endless pain... she could see them as if the emotions were printed in bold letters on the woman's face.
Pain, Anguish, Lonliness.
She was alone here....sealed.
...always alone...
....always waiting...
...always returning over and over.... no rest... no rest.
Outside the weavers body something would show up on the silvery moniter and on Thrais's skin!
A ripling effect as the darkness retaliated(sp?) against the weavers self healing and exploration. It spred and made her body go cold again. Upon where her skin, something began to etch itself all over, like sunlight bleeding through. These golden tatoo marks drew fine intricate lines and wrote themselves down her limbs, around her back, across her forhead and return in a circulation pattern towards her breast where her heart lay fluttering like a caged bird behind her physical body.
The pulse went rapid on the screen as inside Thrais was then attacked by her own attempt. The feeling of hopelessness, lonliness, a doom she couldn't deny coming for her soon... it flushed into her once more and she bled afresh from it.
After all is said and done would she ultamitely loose?
As the wingweaver peered into the womans face a new truth began to peel the fabric of iggnorance away.... and the figure .... slowly... began to turn towrds her.
Like the memory itself was alive, and it was noticing the intruder.
Or perhaps, it was never a memory at all.
It was really happening!
With frightening speed, the face contorted and stared right back at the frightened weaver. Yes, frightened, she didn't want this person to see her.
' Don't look at me!' she begged. To see her meant something. It confirmed something. Starting something, put somehting into motion that should start if she wanted to be around long enough to help the Chasers see the end of this battle for Kingdomhearts.
' Do you want to go through the door?' The woman asked... almost gently.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 4:51 pm
Even if Jon's face had been fully formed and visible, it would have remained impassive, a second mask behind which his ancient mind and reborn heart could conceal their true feelings. Yet, even through his mask, there was a feeling about him like the raising of an eyebrow. The most he could utter at the sight of Thrais' transfiguration was a simple, soft, and utterly inscrutiable, "Extraordinary."
Gabriel arrived just in time to witness the lines of power etching themselves into Thrais' skin from within. His sense of frustration vanished in that shimmering golden glow, his feet barely touching the floor as he raced down from the doorway. "NOW we're getting somewhere!"
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