Topic: Embers

GennesysFlame

Date: 2006-06-16 01:18 EST
Dancing the steps all the way 'home' she grinned to herself, the opalescent sheen from the neon bulbs and glitter confetti still caught in her hair had her spinning to a whole different beat, as hands went to the side and lifted, finger tips grasping at air her eyes sparkles of lavender gleam soaking up the sight of her last night as a crew of Gennesys. The farewell had been a marvel. Her cheeks still ached from the laughter and good humour of her comrads. But a silence washed over her.

There was a lot to explain, and even more yet to unfold-she only had four more hours left around here, and the metal glint of the mercantile monster of a ship before sent a shimmy up her spine at the intricacies of its design visible on the out ridges and beneath where pipes wove like an exposed underbelly of some gargantuan lizard. She did stand there for quite some time, just staring at it in odd amusement. She had never taken the time out to look at the giant robot-esque vessel that had been her mode of transport as much as a home. It was sometimes cold and dull there, but she had decorated her small space and made it her own. She'd have to go inside and scrape of the numerous snap shots, radar catches she had recorded, streamers and odds and ends of cherished trinkets that lined her wallspace. But Rhy'Din had fascinated her, and her days as a soldier, of sorts, was over. Perhaps as a job, but not at heart. She still had a Dawn to chase down, and to grab the end of that god damn ribbon and let it unravel it's mystery

Snapping with razor sharp shock from that reverie she headed up the metal gangway of the ship, her steps slower than they used to as she hop skip jumped her way up them for a Mission. The Sole Flame inside flickered. She gently touched the walls as she passed them, her mind reasoning with her heart. It was time to go. The mystery stung her sorely as she strolled to her room.

GennesysFlame

Date: 2006-06-16 02:20 EST
Some called the alias-soldier 'Missy' or 'Flame' for short, if ever a boisterous flirty soldier had caught the rare sight of the rising flames upon a curving hip..And she played off her life like the mystery that it was, pretending she didn't care and had no idea, just a fine young 'thang' happy to be happy, go-lucked and without a care..And to a degree it was a truth for this drifter soldier girl, who sought freedom on a flying beast hack of metal. But she was not completely content. The disatisfaction with her lack of knowledge on certain relatively vital bits of information bothered her dreams. She had to know and she knew answers would always be given, but it was time time time that played its wicked game with her.

She distinctly remembered her parents, they weren't fleeting visions as so many whimsicle young girls she had encountered described their respective units as. They were real and so was their love, protection and honesty. But certain facts, the Kidnapping were solid reminders that not all was in tact. It didn't matter how much you gave all those great and wonderful blessings if the Truth was Dark, as it possibly was, or hindered by a shade. She felt dismayed, but generally let it go. Their admiration of her had kept her strong in her own Dark truths. She had wandered them and mapped them out long ago, leaving staples in the walls of her confusion to remind her she did know she she came from. And all facets of that unspoken fear.

Grabbing one her favourite rumpled purple jackets, she stood after pulling on madly a pair of bright 'Tiger Orange' tights. She felt vibrant in what she did know, and now that her room was empty she had only a few bags to grab and all was diminishing rapidly into insignificance-at least, in her focus on them.

As she left and the grey-white light of her room shut off as her feet left the room, she felt an almost automated feeling, similar to the lights response to movement leaving the space, of sadness. It was incomprehensible to her then, diving off into adventure, how all things so seemingly insurmountable and potent in her life could be brought down from the walls and her letting them affect her, and packed into her bag and for the less tangible elements, dismissed, as the path. But as that light had turned off, so did her feelings towards Gennesys. The Planet and the Ship had borne her life force, but she fed it now with experience to culivate the Nature and trek on, Soldier of the Endless Dawn, the Sole Flame of Genn'Thresaria...

GennesysFlame

Date: 2006-06-19 00:16 EST
IN a flash of light and a multitude of dazzling colours, brackets of tiny moth like beams scattered and she sat back dazed on the curb, her light denim pants covered at the knees in a faint blue ash. She wiped it away and stared at her hands, smiling as she clasped her hands together and closed her eyes then. The smell of the salty lake space had chills creeping across her arms and legs. The time to Zone was here.

And then, the lights flashed and grew in their brilliant intensity, shifting and soaking her solemn facein coloured shadows. She felt the Light flicker within and without, and all at once within and all at once without-at close range and distance with the shock hit tendril of Oblivion that was the Zone.

Her skin always felt like it was melting during this stage, her arms and feet sagging, she felt every extremity of her body zing with a throbbing-her toes wiggled, her eyeballs twitched and her ears burned. But it was serene. The pause within a violent physical storm. She felt the pull and tug of time and nothingness begin its eerie probing, hurting and pleasurable as she zipped into nothingness herself, and Rhy'Din assumed her life-force like a butterfly within a net, at once tangling and securing her. She awoke, but still her eyes dazzled with spots. The forest was spread before and about her, the wilderness of her heart vibrant in explorative thrill. But she was tired, and her face was ashen. She needed a lake first to bathe in and wake and wash her self. But first the electric nodes of connection to the Zone and Gennesys would have to wear off. She grimaced as she lifted her hands and saw flicks of electricity still tossle in blue tiny lightning bolts a top her arm. She stood shakily and moved into the woods..She had to let the de-node take action. Her entire Being was too highly charged to take water and her soul-wiring partnered with that would have been pathos cataclysmic and left her either dead or a vegetable.