- Please comment the following little mini-rpg for my characters and a few guest-stars. This will all be leading into a large scale rpg planned for August. I hope you all enjoy!
Her Dearest Friend"Noah, I'll talk to you later. Please don't follow me."
I see her walk off. All nonchalant, as if the world hasn't changed a bit. I tend to wonder the thoughts my eldest aunt thinks.
She just acts without a care in the world. Like she never died and came back. Maybe I care too much. She does have her own life, again. And she has this friend that I've only met once before.
Cassidy O'Rourke. The Dark Huntress. I've definitely seen her before. I think she's Mistress Redhead's daughter. She left the Champions before me...I wonder how she met my aunt. I wonder what she knows that I don't.
Day One: "I'm proud of you." She said without hesitation. Marissa of all people, complimenting another individual. Better take a picture because this moment may not last long.
Today was a sunny day. No rain just the never ending sunshine from up above. Pigeons soar. Bottle caps fly. Burps are released. Panties are dropped. While some townspeople walked their dogs the others just walked their babies. Down the street and around the corner; two women decide to slow down from all this hustle and bustle.
Finally sitting down on a local park's bench, the blunt brunette is the first to rest. She was exhausted from the endless trolls in Hoboken. And beside her sat the lovely Cassidy and her gorgeous loubouton shoes.
The evening was going by with ease. Not a care in the world. Not one thing to lose. All that was in town were two friends sharing a talk. Something they did at least twice a month. Same location. Never changing. Why be repetitious? Well who could possibly frighten this duo? No one. And that can be said without a doubt.
"Did I here that correctly? Now, now Marissa are you losing your touch?" Cassidy said jokingly. She was letting out a witty remark. Something very few had heard from her in a while. It was phrase that had made Marissa all the more happier.
"Please don't flatter yourself blackhead, nice comments happen only three times a year. All I'm saying is that I'm proud of where your at. I saw you on the television my dear."
A nudge was exchanged. Marissa's sign at playfulness, even though it bothered Cassidy just a tad bit.
"Well thanks but do I sense jealous at my newest accomplishments with Starks Enterprises?"
"No my little sugar plum. If I were worried, I'd have taken the spotlight away from you in a millisecond. I wanted to talk to you about Darkchild."
Her pale white skin crawls at the very announcement of that name. Marissa knew never to speak of him but why would she break such a vow. She knew better than that. What kind of friend would vocalize such a name that holds so much meaning. So much pain. So much tragedy. What kind of friend would do such a thing? Well that sort of person is Marissa Lilith Zeraz. Who is not at all afraid to speak of subjects that are often ignored.
Cassidy rose from her seat but Marissa pulls her by the wrist, bring her back down. Her eyes focused on the Dark Huntress, the blunt brunette had just a minute to speak her case.
"Please, don't leave me I know the pain. You know that....its how I have my son. I don't want you to reminisce about days passed. I want you to live life without worry. I will offer you this once and only once. A deletion of those fouls memories. Cassidy O'Rourke, do you want me to erase your time with Darkchild?"
The young woman looked unaffected by the question. Her response was rapid and without a second thought, Cassidy blurted it out.
"No! Never. Its become a part of me. And if I'm ever to live life with determination, without a worry......I must use the thoughts yesterday and ignite the will to fight for tomorrow. You still have your memories. And Marissa what has that made you do? Fight harder for your son. It was moment that should never be cherished but its made you a stronger person. Maybe even a better person. So, no I will not open my mind to you.....at least not today."
They opened their arms to one another. Hugging. Letting out those tears that both would never allow another person to witness. FLASH!
A camera takes a photo of this segment in their lives. A short pervert jumps up in elation while his sidekick does the running man. "Lesbian action on the streets! Can't wait to tell Vin---" They both pause. Dropping their jaws they both stare at the girls in fear......
"What do y'all think was happening? Soft-core porn?"
While Marissa laughs out loud, Cassidy gives out an introductory course in hand-to-hand combat.
I see them. Hugging. I'm happy for her.
I guess she's found her outlet from the world. I guess this is what they do. I guess the Dark Huntress is her dearest friend. What more can be left to say? Nothing I guess but that there's a story at every corner.
Where Do I Go?The World of Alteration
Day One: Elsewhere, a crimson sky settles this summer as the blue sun shines down upon the planet. In the midst of the dying and decayed; walks a bleeding woman far from her home. Helena Troy of Quadrant One. Wounded from a battle she shall never forget. From the wake of absolute chaos, the World of Alteration has become nothing but anarchy. As stability forms in the east; the west lay in ruins. It is sad but true. Nothing is the same ever since the emperor disappeared. The Conquerors are laying out order. And those who once ruled with an iron fist are nothing more than a piece of dirt.
The pain in her abdomen is too much for her to handle so the Queen falls to one knee. She is damaged for the first time in years. Tears are rolling from her eyes. It was a rare sight to see but nevertheless this area was a bedlam. Helena knew she needed to reach the vault but her body would not allow it. A coming wind thrust her to gravel. Scrapping her flesh. Opening those pores and releasing blood. Her eyes squint. This is a sight to see as a Queen of Amazons murmurs a cry for help. Sadly, no one will answer her call.
"Its true! The Conquerors have broken the Queen, let us take what she holds dearest....her soul."
From the shadows those lurking monstrosities arise. Solange, Latoya, and Anastasia. Bonded by their hatred. Ready to kill for their lord.
They have arrived to consume the soul of Queen Helena. She deserves it. Why? Because she is vile. Because she is wicked. She is the one who made them this way. If she dies it is but a gift to the remaining god above. After all how can Zeus reconstruct his kingdom with no power? The Gods are dead because of Angeni. She destroyed Olympus long ago. And for her hellish deeds, she will pay by being tortured for all eternity. But before she dies the Serpent Thieves must acquire one object. A golden medallion that harnesses the essence of time.
"It is now they we attack. Go on my sisters. Today we return to our true--" SHUNK!
A large steel blade cuts through the throat of Solange. Murdering the leader instantaneously. Her head rolls across the street bathed in blood.
Still laying on the mutilated corpses of fallen soldiers; Helena Troy chuckles at her opponent's sudden death.
"By the name of Zeus you dare fight me but even in injury can I still murder thee wicked."'
Angeni's bruised arms are still maneuverable as she tightens her grip on her mother's titanium tiara. With but a single movement does this projetile shred the face of Latoya. Screaming in agony does this serpent thief fall. Anastasia is all that is left over. Her mouth quivering in fear at the sight of her sisters' downfall.
"No! I will not allow this!"
The final serpent thief pounces upon her victim. Her claws piercing the neck of the injured Queen. "Why have you done such vile things my former queen? You were once my dearest friend."
"I guess sh#t happens o' spawn of Hades!" Chants of horror echo across the wasteland as one dying female fury lay broken beside her injured queen.
"I guess we will die together you godly scum!" Bleeding out from her wrists, a disfigured woman covered in grime and ashes coughs.
"I suppose we will...but at I least I die victorious." Looking to the crimson sky does this queen mock the very name of Zeus. Even in death does she lay as the victor. No matter what he does the queen will win, but in a way he has won as well. His greatest enemy weakened by his guerrilla warfare.
It has been sometime since the World of Alternation became chaotic. And now as the world continues to turn. It will continue without Angeni. Enemy of Zeus. Former Quadrant One General. Former Queen Troy. Today is the day is she to die. With no true love. With her dearest friend dying beside her. Oh how life has truly changed. Now the world just goes black.....but then the sun returns.
Who is touching her body? Who is has temporarily blinded her of all visuals? Who dares tighten their hold on her calves and shoulders?
She can feel the minutes pass. Forty-four minutes to be exact. Her eyes open and now she is sitting. Bandaged bruises. Full stomach. Eyes dilated. A man sitting across from her. Who are you she asks. She questions again by asking the location of her emperor. He does not reply. She becomes insistent but he does not reply. He just smiles and then he looks at her in a way no one has ever done before.
"There is a war coming and I want you to help. I want you to be a general again. Helena Troy of Quadrant One, will you accept my offer?"
"Yes I will. I solemnly swear my allegiance to the one who knows all."
"Good girl....you know just how to answer."