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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 16, 2010 20:47:08 GMT 8
There was nothing around him. His beautiful world that he had created, the haunting voices, the narrow walls that surrounded him in his private realm. All were gone. Having his body and mind returned unto the same vessel had unforseen effects on, not only his powers, but also his control of his realm. Shoulders limp, back arched, he fell endlessly backwards through his now blank world. His gloved fingers soon found the lace ruff around his neck. Just beneath was the accursed collar given to him by the Mother. As his fingers danced against the leather, they found his shard from the master ruby.
He curled his digit and flicked the shard lightly. A bright red shockwave exploded from the Ruby. It rippled through the darkness in all directions around him. His neck tensed up and creaked as he turned his attention to the curious sight. Suddenly there was a bright flash that seemed to die out quickly. Another, and another. There beacons of light were the children. His siblings. He turned from them, as the desire to seek them out was gone. Though, try as he might to look away, one beacon burned brightly after the rest had faded.
There was a second, smaller flair, but it had died with the others. He could not help but wonder. Was this the one he was searching for? Could this bright flame be the one that he sought with such dedication that he would crawl out of the mouth of the void to return to? He reached his gloved hand toward the blazing light, curling his digits around the fire as he closed his eyes and crashed upon the solid ground of the endless void.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 16, 2010 20:48:31 GMT 8
The slender form flitted towards the darkened building; a blur kaleidoscope of colors to the untrained eyes as her mass glided along the beaten path coming from the shadowy forest she left behind. Twilight has made way to night; the soft evening breeze caressing her immaculate face as she came to a halt before the grand, weather beaten entrance to the huge manor; the heirloom of Meme, the Harlequins Mother. The silence was broken instantaneously by whispers of old tongues; just like the sounds of memories from the past coming together as one.
Ninette would heave a ragged breath. More from habit than necessity. Hands rose then, soft, cold palms pressing purposefully against the unyielding wood. The leaves parted effortlessly, allowing a gall of frozen night air into the elegant chamber within. Memories rushed to her then, rapid succession of dark yet pleasant recalling. How long has been, my love? Came a disembodied whisper that prompted a crooked smile from the Jesterette’s lips. She took a step further, sighing softly at the feel of forgotten auras embracing her familiar form. “ I am home again”. She whispered to no one in particular. There were emanations there; faint essence that of Isaac whom she had left at the mercy of their ultimate master; the Darkness himself. And then there were others, old and new.
A perfectly formed eyebrow would arch in wonder. The new emanation was as strange as it was familiar. Head would turn from left to right and back again as steps took her slowly to the grand staircase; footsteps so light, they barely touched the dull surface of the marbled floor. The smile returns to her painted lips; eyes glistening with malice as they roamed the shadows before her. "Come out, come out, where ever you are". The whispers echoed.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 16, 2010 20:49:24 GMT 8
The night had come, and with it, it brought the strengthening of the shadows. The black forms danced just in the corner of the eye only to whisk away if brought to attention. Such shadows were the Jester's bread and butter. It was almost too easy to trick the mind with such demons lurking just out of grasp of the eye. The words echoed through the empty manor, causing the shadows to dance and flee. But he would not let them. He drew upon them, called them to him.
The shadows pulled toward each other, their dance just as soft as her step. They played upon themselves as they formed the door between his world and that of the Manor. Color began to fade from these shadows, slowly draining to a dull gray, into black. With time no light could escape as the swirling void absorbed the energy from the surrounding objects. The black void began to drip and ooze to the floor, as an explosion of color came forth from it's center. Gold, white, and orange bubbled and rippled upward as they began to drip from the void.
Like a simmering pool calming itself, the colors soon fell into place in the form of a Jester. The mirrored image lifted one leg, then stepped through the pool into the Manor. As his foot struck the cold marble, the bell upon his shoe sang out in it's haunting tune. Gloved digits soon emerged as the Jester grabbed the edges of his portal and bent forward, his pointed hat and orange locks emerging, followed by a torso. He had made it home, stepping his other foot upon the cold stone.
His chest rose and fell quickly, jerking as he forced his dried lungs to working. A soft giggle erupted from behind his mask, breaking the silence and echoing through the Manor.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Feb 16, 2010 20:50:02 GMT 8
Ninette’s movements receded as soon as she felt the pull of the darkness around her. A soft murr echoes, bouncing off of the wooden wall behind the winding staircase to caress her exceptionally sensitive ears. She moved a step backward as the emanation grew before her; the sizzling of auras almost tangible in their wake. The signature so pure, so terrible, it was undeniably familiar. The unmistakable signature of a kin, a harlequin sibling; gathering and uniting into a single force before her. It was not a surprise, seeing it was their home; shared by the Harlequins throughout the ages. Eyes widened for a moment before receding to their mischievous slits; watching in amusement as a black pool begins to take form.
“A realm traveler? How fascinating”. She whispers to the still air; nodding to herself as arms coming to cross under firm mounds. As a matter of fact, the method of travel was almost similar and often used by the Harlequin siblings. A soft chuckle emanates then as she waits; shielding her eyes as bright colors began to pour out of the black hole only to form into the form of an orange clad Jester. The resounding bell echoes around her; the demented sound somewhat gleeful to her ears. “Dark eve, young brother. Who might you be?” The question flowed like warm blood from a severed head.
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