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Post by Envy on Jul 14, 2007 20:05:48 GMT -5
The stream gushed rapidly, cascading over forms of rocks weathered wearily away. Silver moonlight also spilled over it, making the calm rush glimmer as a boy leaned lazily against an old oak tree with the bark grinding beneath his back.
In a bored manner he brought forth a soft, azure glow that formed gracefully into an icy form, only to disappear seconds later out of the will of its controller. The boy popped his knuckles through the obsidian leather gloves he wore before folder his arms over his chest against an ivory T-shirt. He irritably, for no real reason, switched from putting weight on his right leg to his left, the silence around him making the sound of his aquamarine jeans loud to his ears.
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Post by Allie on Jul 14, 2007 20:10:59 GMT -5
She walked round. She slipped off her shoes roolled up her pants and dipped her feet into the stram. She placed her fingerless gloved handds on the side of the stream. She sighed. She was always so lonely, this was her second home now. this drove her crazy, she never had a home, nor friends. It was quite sad.
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Post by Envy on Jul 14, 2007 20:31:05 GMT -5
The extra noise against the darkened night sent a twitch through his veins. By now Apocalypse could tell when it was a natural sound or not, and that... that was the sound of a person. Between irritation and curiosity, he couldn't say which was a stronger feeling.
Striding toward a different tree, an ash tree, he peered around it to see a girl, around the same age as him, perhaps. Shoving that idea aside, his eyes swept over her features; obsidian hair streaked lavender, light, peach hued skin. None of this, however, inspired him to speak.
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Post by Allie on Jul 15, 2007 10:17:23 GMT -5
She didn't hear anything. Nor if she did, would she want to say or do anything about it. She raised her hand, and automatically, the shadow of a tree formed into a ball and resided on her hand. Like a sclupter she thought for a moment. Then, she foremd the shadow ball into a flower, she used bother hands as she made the shadow ball levitate before her.
Her ears perked up as she heard a boy though. She held the flower as she controlled her shadow to get up and look around. She noted the boy quickly, and ignored him. She continued with her flower.
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Post by Envy on Jul 15, 2007 10:27:16 GMT -5
Intrigued, Apocalypse cocked up an eyebrow, watching the girl distort darkness into other forms, the flower, be believed, close the the exact opposite of the power. A chill shooting through his hand, demanding to be used, caused him to glare down at it before jamming in deep within his jeans. It'd be what a show off would do to start the ice routine in front of a girl.
Within the gentle whispers of the night, the wind blew in soft zephyrs, caressing his skin and ruffling the leaves of the tree branches. During it all, his voids never left the girl, particularly nameless to him in that moment of time.
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Post by Allie on Jul 15, 2007 10:31:53 GMT -5
She who ahd kept ignoring him placed her hood up, to block the wind. She was quite anti-social. She let go of the flower, and it turned into a real one. Dancing in the breeze, landing in the water.
She sighed, she was lonely. She accidently slipped a black tear from her nose as she was looking down. She quickly wiped off the stain. Shadow, not by her will, started to come and dance around her like pixies.
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Post by Envy on Jul 15, 2007 10:41:37 GMT -5
The corner of his thin lips twitched down, his arms folding across his chest once more as he pushed himself from the rough bark. The grass crinkled and snapped below his feet as he swept over the distance separating him from her. The moonlight was still fresh and spilling over the girl, illuminating her against other objects of the night.
"You alright, miss?" he inquired in as much of a neural tone as possible, halting directly behind her as his turquoise orbs traced over her. Hostility was a trait in his blood, but rude all the same to the point he tried to shove it down into the depths of his soul for just this occasion.
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Post by Allie on Jul 15, 2007 10:43:52 GMT -5
"Fine," she answered emotionlessly. She hadn't talked to anybody since she was born, she picked up words from the streets, and when her sister abandoned her, she taught herself everything.
Everything stopped dancing and disapeared, they ran back to their spots. Scared of the human race.
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Post by Envy on Jul 15, 2007 10:53:05 GMT -5
Snorting into the air, he stepped up to the waters' edge, staring down at the silver, shimmering waves. For once, his powers had a mind of their very own, his hair shifting from the force of an icy gust of wind created by the brilliant aqua tinted light glowing in the stream before him, shaping out a figure of ice.
Sighing, he tried his luck at taking control, carving out the massive, scaly body of a Frost Dragon, taking special care with the spikes along its' back. Two bat-like wings erupted from the sculpture, also made of the frozen, clear wonder the humans referred to as "ice".
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Post by Allie on Jul 15, 2007 10:56:31 GMT -5
She slipped her feet out of the water. She zapped them with black electricity. She flinched as it hit, then, since her feet were dry, she placed her socks and shoes back on. "So," she thought, "I'm not thew only one here with powers." She looked at the dragon while it was being sculpted. She smirked. He was better than her, by far.
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Post by Envy on Jul 15, 2007 11:03:03 GMT -5
"It seems that way," Apocalypse replied, ripping all emotion from his speech. He was an ice elementalist, and he would act as cold as what his element suggested. The layer of frost around his heart wouldn't melt, be continued bribing himself to believe, hardening it against the world.
Hindering the aura, it faded into the murky shadows of the nighttime hours, away from the sculpted drake glittering in the beams shining from the sky. The thing, in truth, made him feel like a complete show off, when the last thing he needed was attention.
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Post by Allie on Jul 15, 2007 11:07:03 GMT -5
"You're good," she said waving a hand and walking down the stream. With nothing to do, she got bored; and since she wasn't sitting, the shadow became 3-D and followed her as she walked.
They danced merrily and cheerfully reminding her of fairies, finding a human-like person who used them for beauty and not as a toy. That was Amara, she respected everything, and hated humand. Just like the darkness did. The breeze blew back her loosely fitted hood and shot her hair back like a model. She hated thi, so she tied her hair into a loose ponytail and it didn't blow that far.
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Post by Envy on Jul 15, 2007 11:17:13 GMT -5
Shattering, the shards of ice sank deep into the stream as he started away from it, gazing at the girl from a distance as he began a pursuit of her. The silence that hung before him while neither he nor her spoke threw the sounds of grass crumpling and crickets chirping into his ears.
"I take it you are an elementalist as well," he stated blandly, closing his eyes a moment to end the chill that settled around them. His gloved hands buried themselves into the pockets of his jeans again, his voids fixed solely on the girl.
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Post by Allie on Jul 15, 2007 11:28:50 GMT -5
"Yeah, so what, so are you," she said emotionlessly. she crossed her hands, she was cold. She wasn't wearing that much protection from the cold. Then walkin g with someone who controlled that type of stuff didn't help. She burried her neck into her shoulders, so that her neck was now not shown. She leaned forward, just enough to look like she was slouching. Though she never slouched, she was just cold.
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Post by Envy on Jul 15, 2007 11:37:25 GMT -5
A smirk tore onto his face, his voice taking on a slightly less emotionless tone. "Oh, is the girlie cold? Such a shame." Perhaps Apocalypse was a little cruel to people when they were around him, especially now that his element was controlling the air temperature.
The tiny sliver of light burned as a cackling, frozen flame as it circled around him multiple times. If he wanted to he could end it, but for the moment he was all too amused. Others' pain was his pleasure, and that would be his motto for years to come if he kept the way he was.
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