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Post by Magic on May 21, 2006 21:59:10 GMT -5
She had her head close to the notebook, her eyes clearly concentrating, her mouth curved in a determined fashion. Her hands swiped at the paper before her, each line provoking a new expression. At times it would be glee or dismay.
It was Elita drawing, an ability she learned from a rather recent memory. Though her face looked frustrated, she didn't feel frustrated. Simply empty. As she always did.
After a moment or so she placed the notebook beside her, closed it, and leaned against the gate's wall in which blocked people from going inside. It now, though, had no lock so one could easily tread inside.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 21, 2006 22:04:56 GMT -5
In all of Twilight Town, there was not one pair of gloves. Not even something resembling gloves! Acier had searched for an hour, scouring over Twilight Town's shops and growing even more frustrated by the second. When he asked a shopkeeper where he might find some, she said she'd never known anyone in Twilight Town to sell gloves.
A town of idiots, Acier had thought.
Now he was walking through a wooded area, frowning and looking down at his hands. He failed to run into any ytrees, but a leaf did unfortunately land upon the cursed flesh. It sat there, gleaming in the sunlight. Soon, Acier was coming up to a gate. He twirled the steel leaf in between his fingers. He stopped in the middle of the path, about halfway to the mansion. He threw the leaf to the ground, angry at himself and at anything around him.
He did not notice the girl drawing behind him.
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Post by Magic on May 21, 2006 22:24:32 GMT -5
Elita gazed at the boy who seemingly did not notice her. As though she was simply nonexistent. She could tell by his expression he was frustrated by something, perhaps something important, maybe something that required less attention.
He passed her and was walking toward the mansion. Memories drifted toward Elita, welcomed or not they came, flashes or, at times, a bit less than that. She could not piece together the story so simply. Curiousity, or at least what should be curiousity, plunged into her mind. She got to her feet in one fluid movement and followed the boy. She could not remember ever seeing him. Not from a memory or in person. Someone new. Someone new to pretend to care for.
She walked behind him, carefully, her voice lost somewhere inside her. No need to come out now.
And then a memory, one that was lost and needed to go some place safe, reached Elita.
"Say hi honey." A woman who looked very buisness-like quipped, gesturing to a little girl clothed in a large pink dress.
"No!" This belonged to a boy, but Elita could not see his face for this was his memory. "What if she has cooties?!" He demanded.
This memory appeared to be amusing, but Elita didn't know what amusing truly was. She knew people would laugh at this. Laugh at such a scene. She didn't feel the warmth in her empty body, but knowledge replaced that. She knew she had to laugh.
And she did. A slight giggle escaped her lips. She clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. What would the boy think if he turned around to see a girl standing behind him, trying not to be seen? It was too late now. She couldn't run.
"A state of perfection." Another memory, but from whom? The boy that stood before her?
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 22, 2006 16:39:39 GMT -5
Acier whirled around, sword appearing in his hands and whipping up underneath Elita's chin. His gaze was that of ice, grey eyes glinting with a malevolent irritation that let one view the hint of a savage within the quet Acier. His expression was that of agitated surprise. It became one of fury when a memory broke loose.
"When I learned what utopia means."
His grip around the steel hilt of his sword tightened and for a moment, Acier considered driving the blade through the little girl in front of him.
"And what does it mean?"
Instead of driving it forwards, though, Acier threw it to the side, sending it flying into a ruined column. A hollow clang resounded around the area.
"A state of perfection."
The words occured right as Acier made eye contact with the girl in front of him, the warm hazel orbs a stark contrast to his own steely ones. He focused all energy upon removing the words be spoken in his head and tearing his gaze from the girl's. He did not want something he had worked so hard to dismantle to rearrange itself in the blink of an eye. Not now. After a moment, the rage that coated Acier's being subsided and gave in to the usual apathy that constantly settled itself neatly upon his features. He was all to aware of the fact that his hands were exposed, as they had been for a few days, and it deeply unsettled him. He did not fear for others, no, never. Acier worried over his hands because they were a constant reminder of what he lacked.
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Post by Magic on May 22, 2006 18:55:36 GMT -5
Elita froze in her spot, not by fear, but for this emotion that settled in Acier. She could not feel fear, no worry of her life soon being over came into her mind, no cry for help, she simply stood there. For a moment or so, while the sword was drawn to her neck, she looked curious rather than scared, but that soon ended when the thought to look scared erupted in her mind. Her eyes shot open at once and she let a feeble gasp escape her lips making it known that he had, indeed, frightened her. He then turned around and threw his sword aside.
"I-I'm sorry." She muttered, quickly looking to the ground as though it would help her.
She didn't mean to look into his memories. It happened. Many people never noticed she ever seeked such memories out, yet Acier had. He must have a strong heart or a strong will. She let her hazel eyes rest on Acier, they appeared curious even though such an emotion did not reside within her. She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear, sighing as she did so.
"Hello."
It felt right to say. Many memories revealed this was a common greeting among people. They often said it to each other when they meet someone new. Elita was meeting Acier for the first time, so hello felt like a proper thing to say.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 22, 2006 19:05:18 GMT -5
Acier grunted, getting the feeling that in some way shape or form, this girl possessed an utter aura of fakeness. Perhaps it was the calm moment before she seemed to realize that she needed to feel–or act–scared. Then a shade of remorse swirled around her and Acier frowned–was she really sorry? True regret was hard to come by these days. His eyes dug into her, trying to reveal wether or not this was actually a true, living being or something created.
He remained undecided for the moment. A greeting reached his ears. A mere grunt was her answer, which was common for Acier and his quiet soul. Despite his seeming apathy, he did not turn away; in fact, he stayed gazing at the girl, eyes swimming with something deeper.
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Post by Magic on May 22, 2006 19:14:49 GMT -5
Elita appeared calm. Perhaps this was simply the wind that played along in her waist-long red hair, or her hazel eyes that appeared to know something much deeper than one could realize, or merely the faint smile that made itself known on her pale face. Either way, she did not seem to be too disturbed by Acier staring at her so.
"I think..." She continued after a moment of silence passed. "This is where you say 'hello' too."
She placed her hands behind her back. Pure bliss settled among her frail figure as it seemed Acier's presence did not bother her. In fact, no one really bother Elita. She could sit with the worst person of all the worlds and have a pleasant conversation with them. Some may claim this is due to the fact that she bores no heart so no emotions are equipped with her creation. A mere shadow of what once was.
So, there she stood, her composure cool and calm as though this boy had not drawn his sword upon her so simply. As though she did not know anything about him.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 22, 2006 19:26:41 GMT -5
In that moment, Acier decided that yes, there was indeed something very fake about this girl. His eyes flickered over Elita's shoulder and back to the woods, scouring the trees for any sign of anything. However, nothing moved in the forest save the leaves rustling in the wind. His eyes closed for a moment, and he drew in a long breath before exhaling. Despite her comment, he remained silent. He did not say hello.
Every hello required a good-bye.
Acier did not say good-bye either.
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Post by Magic on May 22, 2006 19:37:43 GMT -5
Elita was still calm, despite Acier's silence. Her eyes flickered to the mansion before her and back to Acier.
She assumed she had claimed yet another memory of Acier's for she saw whoever she was in this memory was in a cave. It seemed cold. She saw a hand touch a wall and it turn to steel right before her-or Acier's-eyes.
Elita remained silent. Surprise nor puzzlement crossed her face. She simply stared at Acier.
"Can I know your name at least?" She asked casually.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 22, 2006 19:45:17 GMT -5
Acier shut his eyes, the darkness turning into glistening silver. A wince spread across his expression. He wanted to scream at her, to tell her to stop this madness–who else could be the cause? It certainly wasn't him, for Acier never wilingly remembered his past. He hated his origins. He hated himself.
He then opened his eyes again, slowly and carefully, hoping that maybe the girl in front of her would be gone. She wasn't. He felt as if he were in a constant staring war.
"Acier," his mouth emitted smoothly, the word quiet yet strangley loud. It held a shattered elegance to it.
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Post by Magic on May 22, 2006 19:53:18 GMT -5
Elita smiled, reading his expression and tone easily. He was somewhat... scared of her? No, he didn't like her presence for the mere fact she made him remember what he would rather forget. He had no way of proving this, of course, so that smile-as fake as it was-stayed.
"And I'm Elita. What are you doing here Acier?"
The words were said carefully, as though to let him have time to comprehend each word. Making it known she was as normal as normal could get. Though she was forcing him to remember it seemed as though she was some random girl that happened to see him and wanted to start a small conversation. Elita was never one to give up. She felt people should not forget their past for maybe, one day, they will see that was all they ever had. Memories.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 22, 2006 20:04:27 GMT -5
Acier's eyes narrowed a bit, wrinkling the scar that ran over the visible one. A wind pulsed through the area, swirling around it before moving on. Acier did not flinch.
I am looking for a pair of gloves, would be Acier's reply if he were normal. But that was the last thing he was. Acier was a soul that believed in one-worded answers.
"Nothing," he replied gruffly, turning and walking forward. He ascended a small flight of stairs, stopping at the door and frowning.
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Post by Magic on May 22, 2006 20:11:34 GMT -5
Elita began to hum softly and follow. As odd as that was, following someone that, in a sense, you barely knew. But Elita knew quite a lot already. She was piecing the story together by what she saw, by his behavior, and what memories were already unlocked. Once Acier reached the door Elita simply shook her head.
"Why would you want to go in there?" She asked in an innocent tone as though she was merely curious.
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Post by Naminé /admin/ on May 22, 2006 20:21:06 GMT -5
Acier looked over his shoulder at her, eyes swimming with reminiscence. They lingered on her, seeing something unseen, going back to a place unknown. His sword appeared in his hand and he shoved it in the door handle, pulling it back and entering. The cold air of the mansion engulfed him and goosebumps traveled up his arms for a moment.
For a moment, he was back in that cave.
Hell, he thought as more than a curse–as an adjective.
He did not answer Elita. Instead, he stood in the center of the mansion's entrance, eyes closed, face turned upwards.
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Post by Magic on May 22, 2006 20:29:31 GMT -5
Elita followed still. She entered the mansion, letting the waves of fresh memories subside. Often times when she wondered in new places new memories came, a place they felt familiar to Elita always assumed.
"You still haven't answered me." Elita replied to the silence while looking at Acier.
She took little notice in her new surroundings. Her hazel eyes gazed at Acier alone. He was a much more interesting aspect than an old masion.
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