Writing

current mood: Soothed
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What a miserable birthday. They always are. I just wanted to see some friends- hang out, and maybe see a movie. I did get to goto dinner with a co-worker, but it was mostly bitching about work. Which just isn't fun in general. I miss Erika, and Courtney, and Ami. And was alone -again- this year. I did dishes as my excitement, and picked a sliver out of my toe. I suppose I made it miserable for myself, but whatever- I'd rather mope and then be mature about it later.
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A sound soul resides
in a sound body
and a sound mind.
( Of Bells and Birds )
Monitor lifted his body from the ground. Dirt and thick, black grease covered his face and bare upper torso. His legs, though protected with heavy denim jeans, tied tight around his waist with a bit of leather cord, still managed to get filthy as well. Large black spots formed all down his pants. The mexican boy raised an arm and wiped his brow of sweat and dirt.
"Alright! Try it now, Mi Amor." he said, stretching as he stood, and positioning himself next to the large rolling doors near the front of his workshop.
"Here it goes!" Circuit cheered, turning a key as she did. For a brief moment her heart fluttered into her chest. She, too, was covered in oil, grease, and dirt. No less industrious than her beloved counterpart. Today she wore a burgundy colored bandanna in her hair. She hoped that the color would bring them luck, all things considered.
There was a thunderous roar, which echoed throughout the workshop, quickly through the door, and down the long corridor that lead toward Frequency's recharging station. The Beast lifted his head for just a moment, turned to consider checking the source of the noise, realized -where- it had come from, and dismissed it. All too frequently there were explosions in that workshop, and often were only complicated by his overbearingly large presence.
Monitor was bathed in light, his shadow born behind him on the wall, mirroring the shock and joy of the thing he had just revived.
He cheered in every language he knew how. Circuit dashed to him from her place, throwing her arms around him and kissing his messy cheek tenderly.
"It worked!" she cried, and they danced in place for a moment, as the booming roar of the machine slowly subdued into a gentle, pleasant growl.
The source of the growl was an engine, caged inside a solid steel body.
A rain droplet fell from the sky, heralding the oncoming death that was soon to take place. The demons crashed in toward them. Bone hatchets and swords flailing above them as they descended in droves around Rift and Saiko. The two lovers, face to face, held each others hands, then slid into an embrace. Saiko's face was pale, exhausted. Spent. Rift held back a single tear, knowing full well that he had no capability to defeat so many in such a frenzy. Lightning flashed. Virus ran as fast as he could down the stone stairs, toward the basin full of Hell's citizens. His motions felt slow, as though his joints were filled with sap. His cry in agony echoed by the sound of thunder cracking in the distance. Each second took minutes to pass.
In the few seconds it took for the front lines to decend upon Rift and Saiko's coupled bodies, the raindrops had become a deluge. Thick skinned, calloused red feet splashed through puddles in the hundreds, casting just as much water upward as was coming down. Rift squeezed Saiko tightly in his arms, and she clenched her hands as tightly as her tired body would let her. As the first of the many hundreds of axes came down, another bolt of lightning struck. This time directly among the demons, encasing Saiko and Rift in the purest form of energy. Their eyes illuminated, body's superheated, for a moment, the two became truely one, united by electricity and love for each other.
The roaring thunder sustained for much longer than seemed natural. Virus tripped and rolled down a set of five stairs. Then the roar became less like a roar, and more like the howling of wind, or the continuous thrashing of a waterfall. The momentary blindness of the lightning clearing, the demons saw before them the couple, still encased in light, suspended twenty feet in the air. For a slit second beams of light shot out in every direction, until they stopped visibly, and began to slowly recede toward the two. Their inner glow faded, replaced by a more menacing, black hazy aura. Their bodies lifted from the ground. Rift's muscles spasmed and tenses, his temples dimpled with thick veins. Saiko's hair flew like a mess in every direction, legs crossed at the knees, but hardly impeding the view of any of the demons directly below her.
Against their will, demon after demon were no longer governed by the law of gravity. Some of them snorted, squeeled, or screamed, others just watched with mild curiosity as the ground left them. The first few show up passed the couple, orbiting around them beforing swining back toward the ground at a slow pace. As more and more joined this solar system, orbiting a black sun, the speed picked up greatly. Until many were flung around with such great force that their bodies were slammed into the hard century old cement floor of the theater. Blood splattered against the ground, then it too slowly began to raise upward, along with dismembered body parts when a demon or two hit with such force their limbs were torn from them.
The dark haze grew ever outward from the lovers. Demons of every size were now being sucked toward it, even from distances outside the large open-air stage. With every demon that got sucked into the black, it only grew larger, until the orb of darkness nearly touched the ground in radius. Green lightning cracked outward from it's core. More and more demons were sucked into the unforgiving black hole. From deep within, two voices, booming and soft at once. Caring and creepy. The howls of those inside escaped with the voice, cries of pain that rivaled Hell's own. The voice said only two words- or perhaps they were vows of a love eternal, unseperable, fated. Like gravity had pulled them to be with one another. Now it pulled everything into their...
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Long trip is loooooooooooooooooong.
That said, here are some things I wrote up along the way. Enjoy.
( Blind Seer )
( Saiko hits her Threshold )
( More Alternate Universe LC )
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