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Post by Minxie on Nov 24, 2009 1:10:06 GMT
Not long after dinner, Isolde found herself pacing slowly across the common room. She was nervous, though she was not entirely sure why. The blonde suspected that it had something to do with the strange things she could feel dancing at the edge of her senses. The evening was drawing in, and she knew that the darker it got, the more things came out. She did not want to be outside her bedroom when that happened.
I hope this conversation goes swiftly... She thought, biting at her lower lip. She cuddled her sketchpads to her chest in a comforting motion; she had brought some of the pictures of Rasui to show Dante, for a reason she could not quite understand.
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Post by angeloftheodd on Nov 24, 2009 1:35:55 GMT
Dante appeared in the doorway with a grin and a flourish. He was as late as he could possibly be without being labelled so. It was a knack.
For the first time in a long while he was meeting someone in a voluntary and pre-arranged manner. This alone warranted a shower and a change into his least shabby clothes. It was only regrettable that these resembled the average person's second to most shabby.
He had attempted to comb his hair, but this just made it angrier.
He spotted Isolde's body language before her features and under other circumstances would have wondered what could be making her so nervous.
So I'll start small
"Hey Isolde. Enjoy dinner?"
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Post by Minxie on Nov 24, 2009 13:59:42 GMT
The sound of another's voice caused the blonde to spin on the spot, her hair going absolutely everywhere. She blew some of it out of her eyes and smiled sheepishly.
Stop being so jumpy. She told herself firmly.
"Hello Dante. Dinner was nice." She nodded. She enjoyed the food at the school; it was of much higher quality than other places she had been. There was also a seemingly endless supply of tea, which pleased her to no end.
"I brought some pictures..." She continued, holding her sketchpads out to him. "I thought - well - perhaps you would like to see more of Rasui..." She trailed off a little uncertainly. The picture that he had handed her during class had looked startlingly like the young woman Isolde was always drawing, and she was curious as to who she was.
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Post by angeloftheodd on Nov 26, 2009 20:02:20 GMT
Dante took the sketchpad and flicked through casually through the pages. Each one plucked a heart-string, the music therein bringing old memories to the surface.
He smiled.
In each picture he could almost imagine where he was, looking on from just off the page.
"You know if people keep panicking when they see me I'm gonna get myself a complex."
He tucked the pad under his arm.
"Thank you. For the pictures and for meeting me, I know it must seem kinda weird. I have a few questions and I'm guessing you do too."
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Post by Minxie on Nov 26, 2009 21:16:08 GMT
Isolde flushed very slightly. "I was not panicking at the sight of you." She said softly, feeling a little embarrassed that Dante thought she had been. "I am-" She sighed and shook her head slightly. How could she explain what she saw, what she sensed?
"I was wondering about the picture you gave me." She changed the subject, shifting her balance slightly. "The woman...she looked a lot like Rasui..." She laughed softly. "I suppose that sounds arrogant..." she trailed off embarrassedly.
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Post by angeloftheodd on Nov 26, 2009 22:29:00 GMT
"It's ok Isolde, I was joking"
Dante sat himself down and patted the seat next to him.
"Come sit with me, standing always makes me feel like I have somewhere else I need to be"
In truth Dante thought it would add a greater semblance of calm to the situation. She was clearly on edge about something and the last thing he wanted to do was pace, fidget or do anything else that would matters worse.
"As for arrogance, I genuinely don't reckon you have it in you. The woman I drew was Rasui, or at least one interpretation of her."
Damn this is hard to explain
"Are you familiar with Tarot? The powerful, nurturing influence, The Empress. Can't you feel some underlying nobility when you see Rasui?"
He sighed and shrugged.
"I'm probably not making a whole lot of sense."
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Post by Minxie on Nov 26, 2009 23:17:13 GMT
Isolde sat down, still nervous, though it was not because of Dante. She could hear things, just on the edge of her hearing. It was like something -somethings pleading with her, and the blonde wanted nothing to do with them, ever; there was darkness in the voices that frightened her.
She listened to the explanation that Dante gave about his picture, that it was Rasui, or a version of her, and something seemed to shift around her. She blinked, looking about to find the source of the movement, but there was nothing.
"Rasui...has had many names." The words tumbled from her lips, Isolde marginally alarmed. It was as if her mind had run away with her, not letting the conscious part of her catch up with it. "The Empress has only been one of them." She put her hand to her mouth, blue eyes a little wide.
"I - I don't know where that came from..." she admitted quietly.
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Post by angeloftheodd on Nov 27, 2009 0:41:55 GMT
"It's ok... I know"
Dante reached into his jacket pocket.
"I have a gift for you, although it comes with a question and a request. But not in that order."
Producing an object from his pocket with all the flourish of a magician, he held it hidden behind his back.
"First comes the request. When I have handed you this, focus entirely upon it and not upon me."
He held out a flawless orb of crystal, it was so smooth, clean and well cut as to be almost completely transparent. "Second the gift."
He leaned in closer for the last part, his voice dropping to a whisper. His heart raced with nervousness and anticipation.
"Now please humour me, look close and tell me what you see within."
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Post by Minxie on Nov 27, 2009 15:29:34 GMT
Slowly Isolde reached for the orb, fingertips balancing it delicately. She did as she had been bid; focused entirely upon it. For a moment she saw nothing, and a little flash of disappointment ran through her; she had always wanted to be special, and her ability to hear and see things that 'normal' people could neither hear nor see had made her so. In her own mind, at least.
As she continued to stare, however, the blonde saw movement. She blinked, and focused more, wondering if she had merely imagined it. The movement occurred again, swirling shapes and colours solidifying into figures. Isolde had no idea how, but she knew all seven of them. She took a sharp intake of a breath, eyes widening slightly; she knew these people. They were like siblings to her, though they were not blood relatives.
The images shifted, Isolde seeing the woman she knew as Rasui staring back at her. She seemed so unusual; dark hair and blue eyes. Her eyes seemed to be glowing, and Isolde would have been unnerved if she could have concentrated on anything but the woman in the orb. Her appearance changed slightly, hair and facial features morphing. The eyes, however, remained the same. Isolde could not stop staring.
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Post by angeloftheodd on Nov 27, 2009 22:00:00 GMT
Isolde was fixated on the orb as Dante slowly sidled closer, trying his hardest not to draw her attention away. He new the disaster that could ensue if she sensed anything too strong at this stage
"Look deep into the orb Isolde."
Very gently with the tips of his fingers, he traced the symbol of an eye just over her her heart.
A shiver passed through him as the rune took on an incandescent glow, filling him with the deep seated spiritual ecstasy of fulfilling his purpose.
"Isolde, you once walked as Layla, your heart beat as Morana, but always you have known as only Rasui could."
As he spoke deft motions of his hands traced the names in an arcane script to only ever be written here. The names filled with light across her neckline.
"You are both the dream and the dreamer."
A wand upon her left temple.
"For yourself, for I, for the world around you."
A pentacle to the right
"and the seven, of whom you have always been."
A sword further so.
"Yours is the world beyond the veil, you will see what none else shall and thus must guide them."
Ending with a chalice on the opposite temple.
"Once you passed, but now are reborn"
In long strokes he traced three lines down her forehead.
III
"Once you slept, but now you awaken."
He finished with his own sigil, the cycle neverending. Light headed from the effort he reclined back and said a silent prayer to whatever power still listened, things had been set into event that could never be undone.
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Post by Minxie on Nov 27, 2009 22:11:49 GMT
She should have jumped at the touch on her, but Isolde could only just feel it, her mind whirling with the images she could still see in the orb held so tentatively in her hands. What the blonde did feel, however, was light flowing through her. She blinked, tearing her gaze from the orb and looking at her hands; a soft silver-blue light was emanating from her skin. Isolde's eyes widened, her lips parted to query the phenomena, but words never left her throat.
Power swirled around the girl's slender frame, her hair moving as though caught in a breeze, her entire outline glowing with the same light, her eyes whiting out as memories were shifted into their correct place.
"I am The Psychic." Her voice was soft. "I am Woken."
She blinked, the power dying down around her, her hair slowly fluttering back to flow down her shoulders.
"It begins again?" She queried quietly of Dante.
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Post by angeloftheodd on Nov 27, 2009 23:11:05 GMT
"I guess it does, the serpent swallows its tail and the cycle begins anew."
Dante looked into her eyes. The embers of strength that had one smoldered beneath the surface burned bright.
"I don't know how much has come back yet, but it is nice to... be by your side again."
Drained he let his head slump briefly into his hands. His fingers ran across the bags under his eyes, the lines of his face and the unkempt stubble upon his cheek.
"Talk to me Isolde... What do you remember"
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Post by Minxie on Nov 27, 2009 23:42:44 GMT
No-one had quite the same eyes that Isolde had, not in any millennia. It was the easiest way to identify the Psychic. The blazing blue orbs softened as they regarded Dante. "You are exhausted," she said quietly. "Unsurprisingly-so, but nonetheless..." Her manner of speaking had altered faintly; she spoke with the tiniest hint more formality than she had previously.
"What do I remember?" A tiny, mirthless laugh slipped through her lips. "A shorter query might be, what do I not remember?" She glanced up at the ceiling momentarily, then back to Dante.
"I remember everything of all my lives. Even - those things that I would rather forget." She twirled some hair around her index finger. "My memories are as clear as they always have been." She ran her fingertips lightly across the markings still faintly visible across her breastbone.
“As I always am, I am fully Woken to Myself.”
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Post by angeloftheodd on Nov 28, 2009 0:49:34 GMT
Dante smiled.
"I'm glad, others don't always take so well to the process."
The subtle changes in her mannerisms hadn't gone unnoticed, it was a strange thing whenever he saw the personality merge with the aspect.
Things I'd rather forget
As it sunk in he winced inside.
"Sorry about being shattered. I envy you y'know. You've just awoken, yet I've never slept. Ah the lots we draw."
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Post by Minxie on Nov 28, 2009 23:25:46 GMT
Isolde put her hand lightly over Dante's, a sad half smile on her lips. "I do not envy you," she said softly. "Would that I could change it." She added, glancing upwards again for a moment. "This...everything is different once more." She sighed.
"I am...just a girl in this life. I can only hope that I will have the strength to assist properly." The blonde managed an awkward smile, running her fingers through her hair. "I suppose I can only wait and see."
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