Topic: Trials

White Apocalypse

Date: 2008-04-09 14:05 EST
The Gypsy was found alone. Her tented abode in the Glen offered her tremendous solitude. Lies stained the stars.

She stood outside of her tent. She had just bathed. Beads of water could still be traced in her hair and the back of her neck. A towel was draped across her shoulders.

Chase knew what was needed to be done. She looked to her obligations. The one she chose. A snowflake ring was now on right ring finger. The finger of commitment. But how?

She barely knew squat of this Avatar business. She had only known for a few months now. The only way she knows to use her talents was through lust. And that fulfilled itself.

White Apocalypse

Date: 2008-04-09 14:14 EST
Many deep breaths were taken. Slow, thoughtful, preparatory ones. Her gaze to the stars lowered to her calloused, burned hands. The new rings that armed them were no longer containment instruments.

Slowly, she knew she couldn't put this off. This would be for Lanta-Loo's sake. For Locke's. He didn't deserve to be deprived of contact. If anything, she deserved it more. Her sins...they haunted her still.

Chase was FAR from anything divine. What point lingered with that load of inconclusive bollocks? But the guilt. Hurting someone else she didn't mean to was another song altogether.

She'd betrayed Quel so many times. She's betrayed herself millions of more times. Yet, here she was. Alive and sinning.

Then, she shook her head. Tangents of self-absorbed jives. Useless bops to throw her off her funk. She had to try.

And she had to try tonight.

She dug into her pocket to pull out a majestic thing-a-majig. An ice stone. A small finite ice elemental. Experimentation would be needed to find answers.

And tonight, she would begin them.

White Apocalypse

Date: 2008-04-09 14:20 EST
She spoke to none other than herself.

"Alright. C'mon, Rose. This'll be easy. Just...be natural. This is all supposed to natural, right?"

No answer was needed. Or even wanted, for that matter. Quel would probably stop her. Good thing he was busy in another dimension for god knows how long. Like usual.

Travis would try and stop her too. Any who gave damns for her would try. But now, she was alone. Recluse. Secluded. Now she could try without interruption. Without Judgment.

This was dangerous. She knew that. Yet, she didn't want to remember that she knew such things. And she didn't let herself. Not right now. Later, when hindsight would boomerang her way, she'd mope. She'd whine. But now?

She had to get down to business. Locke...was a good guy. A GREAT guy. One who's proven to her again and again that anyone can be sincere.

She randomly remembered the first time they met. He threw pence into her guitar case. Treating her like the bard she truly was.

There she went again. "Damn distractions."

She was readying herself with useless footing exercises. Delaying the inevitable. Could she do this?

Only one way to find out. And that was try. Here. Now.

White Apocalypse

Date: 2008-04-09 23:48 EST
Her grip tightened around the Icely Stone. Skyler, that new Roman dude from Earth, had given it to her as a random helping hand.

Ringed digits of metal lightly scraped and scriiiked against the lovely cold stone. Her eyes narrowed.

The venoms had sufficient time to build up. To brew and manifest into fatal rawness. Her evils were in plenty to make this action a bit more easier.

Slitted darknesses were sharply edged. Sharpened for battle like knives for ravaging warfare. The colors were of blood and sunspots of vicious warm colors. Her eyes were seething.

She focused. Relaxed. Essentially, she began to let things go. Locke wasn't present to make the allure more viable. Yet, she let the Beast win. Her withdrawal to her inner truths were at the ready.

White Apocalypse

Date: 2008-04-10 12:25 EST
The truths were fading. Whatever fidelities were stamped onto her soul were long covered with the sheets of transition. Loyalties were forgotten. Integrities were being lost. Chase was being left in the dust with every passing moment.

The Haunting swelled around and inside of her. Etchings of white light began to line the metal of her rings. Once those were complete, the chains and charms of her necklaces began being outlined with white. One by one, her necklaces were being disabled. The channeling would be raw without other majesties interfering.

Unknown winds began to pick up around her. Nature didn't need a memo to respond to what was initiating in its grove. The grass yielded towards her at an angled bend. The stars kept their lying shines above.

Provocatives were dominating now. Moments of the most peaked spiritedness were flashed to add more coaxing inspiration to the Avatar brewing.

Duties would soon be done. Rainbow locks whipped gently in the invisible breeze of power swirling. A tornado of foreboding began to form. A grin was seen to appear on the Gypsy's lips.

She was close. This felt right, as it should. Then, the light began to trace her inked illustrations. Outlines were made. Chase was now sitting back and watching it all from a powerless perspective.

White Apocalypse

Date: 2008-04-10 12:35 EST
This was it, she hoped. She would get a feel for the process, and once comfortable.. She could fix him. Remedy him. And even remedy herself of her own helplessness.

Yet, the white light outlined around a certain Skid-bestowed inking. A seal. One made of misunderstanding. It was overridden without issue, yet it wasn't at all. The sophisticated seal was unbreakable.

The final moments were coming undone. She smiled. The cold of the stone it began to lose. The inner arctics of the stone, she was taking it away! She felt the temperature difference. Somehow, she could sense its essence of chill leaving! Chase was thrilled at this, yet kept relaxed.

The disarming had begun. Freedom was near for the condemned stone of cold. She was doing it! Chase's grin grew broader. A smile was seen coming into play.

This felt right. Slow, and smooth. And uninterrupted. One couldn't have asked for such a perfected ceremony.From the outside in, the cold's power was leaving the stone! She was taking it away from it. She, then, began to feel strange.

Not dangerously strange. Just strange. Her breath gained a foggy response when it joined the Glen's Spring Air. Was she...cooling!?

Then, a halt was found. Skid's Elemental Seal! The one given to her to pointlessly stop her from besting Locke. She remembered the unreturned kiss they shared. Then, she felt halted. Stopped.

The Avatar within began to rage. Slowly, it noticed that the process could not go forward. Skid's seal was flawless. Chase panicked. Yet, she couldn't move. Chase wasn't in much control at the moment.

Her grip about the stone tightened. The Avatar was stubborn. Functions were close to Release. Yet, this seal...prevented the final closings to follow.

White Apocalypse

Date: 2008-04-10 12:48 EST
Grunts of exertion were like soft velvet. Then, they grew louder and more exasperated.

There was no way to go forward. Not in the intended path. A pointless struggle ensued. Chase was frightened. Tears made their descent from the corner of her eyes.

Was this the wrong angle? Had she truly failed? The Avatar opened its eyes. Their likeness was still in charge. Venoms were deadly. Beyond fatal. Death-locked, so to speak. So deep into the process, they were expected to be at their purest.

Then, a flash. The Avatar found a deviated loophole. Thrown into the air, Chase was thrown to land on her back on the ground several feet away. The stone was launched in the opposite direction.

Shame filled the Gypsy. She had failed.

Sobs were followed. Sad music was joined with the beat of pants and sniffles. The darkness hid the small success. The unintended one. Chase stood sloppily.

She turned to look at the stone rocketed the other way. A slow trudge to it proved her theories. It was still cold. Like it was before.

Squatting to pick it up, she eyed it sadly. Then, she noticed something. A dash to her tent hid her from view.

There was a rectangular mirror propped inside at a corner. She turned on a flashlight to get a better look...

When a decent view was illuminated, the flashlight was dropped to the ground. Her jaw dropped. She touched her skin. It was...Blue?

White Apocalypse

Date: 2008-04-12 17:33 EST
She fell asleep that night in tears. Her first night of being blue.

She touched her water bottles to see if they would turn cold or something. That was proof enough that she could not chill. Her skin was a gentle form of sky blue. Her eyes of rainbow seemed to emerge more prominent upon her face with the new color.

She woke up the next morning in blissful forgetfulness. It was only when she walked to the mirror did she notice. And recall.

Remembrance of failure almost compelled her to destroy the very mirror that showed herself to her.

The Gypsy was...blue? She couldn't be blue to visit her father. She just couldn't. Now, she had more incentive to continue her experiments.

"ZOINKS! Locke!" The very subject of her cause. She darted out of her tent after getting dressed and arranged to look tolerable for the outside world's eyes.

She had an appointment to uphold with a certain Ice Elf. Did she have the stories to tell!