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Forum-Index → Roleplay → A House On The Edge(Thread)He sighed.
"I would go home to my mom, first, then back to Camp."
he laughed.
"I died before I entered this place. i was dead."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
She paused, thinking about his words. What if they were all dead and this was some twisted afterlife? Did that mean that she had failed- Leanne looked down instinctively. No, still there. What kind of life was she to leave?
"Tell me Evan... what was it like when you came here? Was there a house yet?"
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
Evan just sighed.
"All the magic, the weird happenings, it's all quirks of this place I built. There are things about this place no one- not even Aleks- has figure out yet."
He simply chuckled.
"...So, no. There was no house."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
She thought this house was chance to live a life in peace, her biggest mistake buried like it never existed.
Escape had never been a thought to her. She had always assumed when she wanted to go home, she'd be taken back. (After all, when she'd wanted to be away, she'd been taken here. Somehow. Her memories were still strangely fuzzy.) Because escape sounded sinister, like there was something to run from.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
he made a little explosion with his hands.
"You crumble to dust and disappear. You end up in the village."
Evan sighed.
"You end up in the village, where you're stuck for eternity, not as the person you were, but as another person in this realm, without your memories of anything outside this place."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
"Have you told me this before?" It was the strangest question. She hoped Evan would laugh it off, call her crazy for a change.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
"So when do I forget? Is it as soon as I leave the room? When I go down to the village? Overnight? And how do you remember?"
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
he gestured to the talley count on the wall.
The one taht read Aleksandr had millions of talley marks, rounding the far edge of the wall. A few other names littered the wall, some unintelligable, only a few clear enough to read.
[Aurora] [-en-o] [-era--na] [Co-nor] [Z--h-rias]
He pointed at Leanne's name, exactly 24 tallies on the wall.
He pulled a knife out, carving another talley into the wall.
"You usually forget after a day or two."
He smiled.
"and... well, I don't know why I can't forget."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"I'm not going to forget this time," she whispered, vowing to herself that she wouldn't.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
Evan smiled.
"Even Aleks forgets. You'll forget."
Evan just sighed, glancing out the window, before standing up.
"It's time for my Weekly therapy session. Please excuse me."
he picked a remote control up from his desk, before pressing a button. The wall of his room opened up, revealing a staircase downwards.
"Excuse me."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Time stood still, but not for her child. The creature grew and developed inside her, providing a reassuring sense of... something. Leanne still wasn't sure of her opinion on it... (eight months later, and the quandary still plagued her so), but it was here to stay.
She closed her eyes, trying to think of a plan. It was as if when she placed her hand closer to her child, her mind got clearer. Thoughts made sense again. Leanne knew that whenever the thoughts were triggered, the pieces came together. She knew what questions to ask, the sense of deja vu filling in the gaps. Leanne only needed to create something that would give her that spark of recognition. Unbidden, a man's voice came to her.
"Play to yer strengths, Mags. Yeh only get one shot in this world. If you drop yer wand for a second, it's over. Yeh don't need flashy motions to win. Yeh need a few simple spells, good spells, reliable spells. That's all."
She could feel the flagstones beneath her feet, smell the burning straw from the incarcerated training dummies, hear the shouts of the squads around her, see the grizzled man in front of her, looking twice her age instead of the four years older he was supposed to be.
"My strength is fire," she had responded with.
"Prove it."
Leanne held a fire ball in her hands in both worlds. She lifted it into the air, bringing it down upon her other hand. In the other world, a ring of fire whipped through the training arena, concentric walls travelling ever outwards. In this one, her purpose was much simpler.
A tattoo.
Remember what Evan told you.
It was small, on the inside of her forearm. She wouldn't be able to ignore it this time.
She didn't care.
"I won't forget," she said again.
One name on the wall stuck out to her.
In all her time at the house, she had never heard anyone mention a Connor.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
He hated and loved this place at the same time.
Faces of friends, people he knew from the house, now nothing more than apparations, fake, ghostly mirages of themselves, populated this place.
And Evan just walked through, quietly.
--
"Everyone! Who's ready for a little walk through the marketplace?"
Aleksandr laughed.
Alyssa perked up.
"Ooh! That sounds fun!"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
