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Post by Lepking13 on Sept 15, 2015 6:36:08 GMT -6
"Good luck, I hope you come back." Torrent said, the mirrors flashing before the world around them was wiped away.
Crimson stood in nothingness, and then all at once everything around him was filled in. He stood in front of a small shack, the window curtains drawn. A sense of familiarity filled him, memories of the place slowly coming back as they washed away the memories of the Equinox. The door opened, a familiar looking dragoness looking out at him. ' What are you doing standing out there? Come in, honey.'
Sleek's world washed away, buildings springing up around him. He found himself in a back alley, familiar taggings on the walls surrounding him. Ponies passed by the end of the street, every one of them an Earther. Memories came flooding back, of where he was, as he forgot the Equinox. A sense of urgency filled him, to get home.
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Post by xinrick on Sept 15, 2015 8:10:42 GMT -6
"B-Barb!?!" Crimson says in shock, before his eyes well up with tears and he rushed over to meet his dragon love. "I can't believe it..." He says with a smile.
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Post by Paladin on Sept 15, 2015 11:00:40 GMT -6
Sleek walked out of the alley, wrapping his arms around himself. He felt his skin, skin alone, no scars anywhere. He began thinking of his mother, hoping she was home.
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Post by Lepking13 on Sept 15, 2015 11:58:49 GMT -6
' What can't you believe? I've been waiting for you to get back for awhile. So how'd it go? Did they...' The dragoness left the question unfinished as she wrapped him in a hug, the cloth she was using to wipe down the inside of the shack draping over her shoulder.
The ponies moved out of his path, flowing around him like a sub-conscious hivemind that all cities produce in their inhabitants. A few raised hands in greeting as they passed, but none spoke. ' Hurry on home now, I'm sure your mother is wondering where you're at.'
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Post by xinrick on Sept 15, 2015 12:10:49 GMT -6
"It doesn't matter...as long as I'm with you..." He says while hugging the dragoness tightly. "It's...it's like a dream come true...she's here with me..." He thinks to himself, but even though that was the most forefront of his mind he still couldn't help but wonder if his memories of seeing Barb die was real. "I'm sorry about the 'I can't believe it' part. Just, had a weird thought is all." He says sheepishly.
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Post by Paladin on Sept 15, 2015 12:15:39 GMT -6
Sleek hurried home, heading for the upper district of Canterlot. He recognized most of the houses, every building reminding him of memories of his childhood. He found his home, knocking on the front door. "Mom? Are you home?" He called out.
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Post by Lepking13 on Sept 15, 2015 14:28:32 GMT -6
' Weird thoughts occur all the time. I wasn't expecting you back for a bit longer, so if you want to start dinner while I finish cleaning that'd be lovely.' She smiled, grabbing the cloth from off her shoulder. ' We should have everything to make your favorite, so you can tell me how it all went while we eat. Hopefully good, since you finished so quickly.' She said, slipping out of his arms before turning back to wiping down the walls and windows.
' In the study.' A voice echoed to Sleek as the door swung itself open. ' Just going over old laws before the next meeting of Parliament, some of the others are trying to push through quite a number of new amendments.'
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Post by xinrick on Sept 15, 2015 15:11:29 GMT -6
"That's good, I'll start cooking." Crimson smiles warmly before heading off to start cooking. "This is amazing." He thinks to himself happily, taking off his coat and grabbing an apron and starting to work on making food.
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Post by Paladin on Sept 15, 2015 15:58:03 GMT -6
Sleek entered the house, moving it's the study. As he walked through his home, he felt a sense of remembrance. He walked through the large doorway, feeling younger. He felt like a child again, shivering as he entered the colder home.
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Post by Lepking13 on Sept 15, 2015 18:59:27 GMT -6
What echoes from your heart? A flood of hatred, burning vengeance, consuming desire for justice?' So how was your day honey?' Sleek's mother's voice echoed, the ringing of a clock filling the silence. ' Just...give me a few minutes to finish reviewing this. I swear, it's harder and harder to catch these loopholes they want to pass. Then we can have dinner.' Your mind and heart in disarray, pitiable justification for the anger you hold. What so rings from your mind, that it would be your weapon of justice?The sound of glass breaking from the living room echoed loudly through the silence, quiet cursing following it. ' Curse my tail, I knocked over the portrait again. I just got done wiping it down.' Barb's voice carried her emotions. ' And we just had that picture frame replaced.'
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Post by xinrick on Sept 15, 2015 19:18:07 GMT -6
Crimson sighed out, shaking his head a bit after hearing those words and felt a little pained. "It's alright hon, things like that happen." He calls out after getting his thoughts straight, knowing she can be a little clumsy with her tail and breakable objects. "Need me to help out?" Crimson asks, making sure everything was in their place when he put his stuff down and headed to where Barb was and the broken portrait.
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Post by Paladin on Sept 15, 2015 19:21:39 GMT -6
Sleek grabbed his head, rubbing it. It felt painful, hearing the words echo in his head. "Good, momma..." He replied to his mother, closing the door behind him. He saw the dining room, sitting down. "Some kids at school were picking on me again...." He whispered, sitting at the table and sighing. He remembered a friend of his, an Easterling Unicorn, called a Kirin, that helped him often. Verus, his name was, and Sleek thought about playing with his friend.
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Post by Lepking13 on Sept 15, 2015 21:24:09 GMT -6
' No, it isn't a problem. Not like glass can cut through my scales.' Barb was gruesomely deformed, her body ripped apart and bleeding profusely. She moved without a problem though, even as her blood stained the floor. Blades were sticking through her torso, her wings ragged and torn. A flood of anger rising, magic at beck and call. Do you wish to wash away those who hurt you so?
' Do I need to speak with their parents?' Sleek's mother walked in, her body torn apart and bleeding. She sat down opposite Sleek at the table, blood pooling out from the arm that she laid on it. A consuming inferno of rage. Will it consume you, or will you direct its reach?
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Post by Paladin on Sept 15, 2015 21:30:43 GMT -6
Sleek flew from his chair, scared out of his skin. "Mom... I... I..." Sleek tried thinking, at a lost for words. An inferno of rage to direct or consume? Sleek would find out in due time. "No... this can't be!" He muttered to himself, turning back to his mom. "Where's dad? At the offices?"
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Post by xinrick on Sept 15, 2015 21:48:08 GMT -6
"WHAT THE FUCK!?!" Crimson mentally screams to himself, taking a step back and wondering what the hell happened to Barb. "Barb...remember the time when you stopped me from hurting someone from calling you a monster? Can you tell me again why you stopped me?" Crimson asks, wanting to remember that time. "She always knew that if we treated others like that then we'd prove them right...please don't let this be a horrid dream..." He thinks to himself, having those horrid nightmares of her being like this come back when he shrugged it off before.
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Post by Lepking13 on Sept 15, 2015 21:59:45 GMT -6
' Either the offices or the Royal Library. There have been a lot of law amendments being pushed through that we're trying to stop.' She replied, not noticing his actions. ' He should hopefully be home before the sun sets, but he couldn't guarantee it.'
' Hmm?' She pondered, looking up at the ceiling. ' Because why prove them right? Words can sting, but they cannot do any truly lasting damage.'
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Post by Paladin on Sept 16, 2015 6:26:18 GMT -6
"Mom, I... I'm not hungry, I'm going to bed." Sleek said, fear in his voice as he started leaving the dining room. "G'night!" He put on his best smile, backing away slowly to make sure he was seeing everything correctly. His mother, decaying and bloodied; this all seemed too far-fecthed for Sleek.
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Post by xinrick on Sept 16, 2015 7:40:18 GMT -6
"Thank you Barb." He sighs out happily. "That helped." He thinks to himself, but still feeling creeped and weirded out by her sudden...form. "Love you Barb." He says with a warm smile, glad that even though she looks horribly disfigured she's still Barb.
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Post by Lepking13 on Sept 16, 2015 9:02:17 GMT -6
' Are you not feeling good?' She asked, getting up and walking over to him. She pressed her hand against his forehead, blood dripping down his face. ' You do feel a little warm. Tell you what, if you aren't feeling good in the morning you can stay home tomorrow. I'll tell your father that you wanted to speak with him.' When everything you know burns away, all that remains is you. Will you allow it to consume you as well?
' You don't look so good, now that I get a closer look at you.' She said, walking up to Crimson. ' Tell you what, how about you stay home tomorrow? We can just relax all day.' Will the storm swallow you in its mindless rage, or will you stay afloat? Decide, before it is made for you.
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Post by xinrick on Sept 16, 2015 9:48:30 GMT -6
"Well..." Crimson says while thinking, more on those words then anything. "What's with that voice?" He mentally wonders. "I'd like a time to relax, and with you it'll be perfect." He smiles, knowing as long as he has a happy Barb, and thankfully he still see's her happy smile over her mutilated body. "I don't know whether I should answer the voice in my head or think I'm going crazy..." Crimson thinks to himself.
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Post by Paladin on Sept 16, 2015 11:52:13 GMT -6
Sleek shivered, trying to ignore the blood trickling down his face. "Mom, I... I'm feeling really bad, I don't want you to get sick." Sleek spoke softly, coughing repeatedly to get away from his mother. "Night, love you." He moved toward the staircase, tripping over the first few steps on the way up.
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Post by Lepking13 on Sept 16, 2015 16:34:52 GMT -6
' I love you too honey. I hope you're feeling better in the morning.' Her voice echoed up to him. ' If you don't head to school, you can come with me up to parliament.'
' Alright, let's eat dinner and then we can cuddle together. And tomorrow we can walk around the forest.' She said, walking over and kissing his forehead. The blood was cold as it slowly trickled down the side of his face. How willing are you to ignore your nightmares, because of an island of happiness? That you have got back what you've sought, what you fight for, that you would ignore everything.
Stay home tomorrow, enjoy a worry free life.
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Post by Paladin on Sept 16, 2015 16:45:28 GMT -6
When Sleek entered his room, he locked the door, pushing a desk in front of it. "That's... that's not my mother, my mother is dead." He began to talk to himself, repeating this as he got under the blankets and began to sleep. Everything felt real, his mother looked dead. That was not his mother, Sleek had thought. It couldn't have been... Sleek felt restless, barely managing to fall asleep after fourty minutes (after hearing his father arriving home and begin to argue with his wife).
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Post by xinrick on Sept 16, 2015 17:09:06 GMT -6
"I...I better finish dinner." He says while rushing out towards the kitchen. "This is happiness....and I wanted to fight for it? Oh no..." Crimson thinks, starting to have his thoughts go wild and lead him back to those 'dreams' he had and...her injuries were the same. "She's...she's injured just...like the dream...why? Is this...a dream to?" Crimson clutches his head a little, shaking it and taking a deep breath again. "Just remain calm...what's with the voice?" He thinks to himself, worriedly.
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Post by Lepking13 on Sept 16, 2015 19:25:43 GMT -6
' Wake up honey, we need to check your temperature.' Her voice broke through his slumber, as Sleek felt something cold press against his forehead. ' Oh honey, you're burning up. Let me go get some medicine, and I'll be right back. They'll have to do without me in parliament.' The sound of hooves against wood echoed around the room as she left, closing the door gently behind her.
' You've been kinda wishy-washy honey.' Barb's voice came from right behind Crimson, as her arms wrapped around his chest. ' Is everything okay honey? You know you can talk to me about anything. Did they...say something else while you were in town?'
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Post by Paladin on Sept 16, 2015 19:36:36 GMT -6
Sleek shivered, hugging the blanket around him. When he heard his mother come back in, he spoke to her. "Muh... mommy... what were you and dad arguing about?" Sleek tried remaining under the blanket, clinging to it for a sense of security. He didn't want to look back to his mother, thinking she was still decaying.
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Post by xinrick on Sept 16, 2015 19:50:04 GMT -6
"No it's not that." Crimson says while putting his hand on her bloodied arm. "I'm not sure if I'm hallucinating or not...but I'm seeing you...like how you were in one of my dreams...where you were horribly murdered by a lot of nobles..." Crimson sighs out. "But when I heard your voice...it seemed a bit better knowing that I could still hear you...I don't know..." He sighs out, feeling a little better he got that off his chest.
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Post by Lepking13 on Sept 17, 2015 11:35:44 GMT -6
' Just...grown up things. He wants to leave the city, but doing so would make it like we were giving up. There aren't a lot of us left fighting for the rights of the commoners, and the longer the princesses are gone the harder it is getting.' She said, the sound of a cork popping from a bottle. ' Come on, I got some medicine. Take a dose and then I'll leave you to rest for awhile.'
' But that doesn't matter, right? You don't care how I look, only that I'm still here with you.' She said, tightening her grip around his chest. ' You aren't trying to get rid of me, are you?'
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Post by Paladin on Sept 17, 2015 11:57:08 GMT -6
"I can't sleep." Sleek said, coughing. He held the blanket tightly, remaining under it. "Please, just take me with you to parliament. I can't sleep." Sleek left the blanket, drinking the dose of the medicine his mother got for him. It was bland, tasteless, not like regular medicine that tasted horrendous.
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Post by xinrick on Sept 17, 2015 12:04:37 GMT -6
"I would never get rid of you." He says seriously. "But...then why did I have those dreams? Where you died, where I had to bury you myself..." He says sadly. "Why do you look like you've been through the exact same thing I dreamt...but still moving around and talking and being the same old you? I don't know..." Crimson's mutters the last part, trying to make heads or tails with the dreams he had and the facts right in front of him.
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