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Post by LYRA THORNE on Jan 25, 2016 3:47:43 GMT -5
drown every sense you own  Before the island, before they took away her badge and gave handcuffs to her wrists — she had been raised Catholic. Sure, the last time Lyra attended mass had been Easter Sunday two years ago, and she can't name a single instance she let herself pray without feeling completely ridiculous, but it'd always been easier to have an answer in mind whenever someone asked. That way, she didn't waste anyones' time — most importantly, her own — noncommittally explaining why she didn't believe in, well, anything. It's only when she is idling around the streets of her home district at an unholy hour, that she remembers that there is a rumored god who wanders the Peace Forest, said to be capable of lulling anything to sleep. Lyra wonders if that is all they can do. And that's how she finds herself sitting within a semi-enclosed cavity at the base of a particularly large tree trunk, lost as can be. Head angled downwards, hands clasped together and pressed against her forehead, she is the picture perfect image of pitiful. "If there is a god out there — no, fuck that — I know there is a god or two out there, I just need the one closest by to either put me out of my misery or put me to sleep, so that I can deal with this tosh in the morning," Lyra prays. At least, she thinks she's praying. It sounds a lot more like a command, toeing along the line of a threat. It still counts, right? |
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Post by LETHE on Jan 25, 2016 19:25:12 GMT -5
 | you really think
i'm gonna run?
i'm never giving up.
i'm never giving up. | Lethe had been naturally minding his own business. Actually doing some work for once and instead of sleeping, making sleep charts for the whole of the island's population when it came. His head turned slightly as if hearing a sound and his shoulders dropped as if he couldn't believe it primarily. His eyes widened and he was teleported against his will as it had always been when someone made a prayer. Someone had actually prayed for him? Whatever gave them that idea? He was transported to his tree in the forest - the one bound to his name by a clutch of believers - and dropped onto a large branch. Seeing a young woman on the forest floor momentarily as her prayer resounded in his mind. She wanted sleep but why was she incapable of it? He blinked several times at the young woman. He could actually help with that! The prayer was a little unconventional but feeling her desperation lit a fire in his heart. He smiled and then spoke. " Is it something peaceful you crave?" He blinked, teleporting down to the forest floor and to her side. " Or do you seek to torture yourself while sleeping?" He asked quietly. LYRA THORNE |
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Post by LYRA THORNE on Jan 26, 2016 1:23:02 GMT -5
drown every sense you own She blinks once. Twice. A third time for good measure. "I can't believe that actually worked," Lyra says under her breath, pulling herself up from her crouch. She awkwardly holds out a hand. It's impossible for her to have been on the island and not run into a god, but this is the first time she's ever summoned one. Is there some sort of etiquette involved in these sort of arrangements? A virgin sacrifice or a ritual bloodletting, maybe. Not that she'd ever resort to such depravity, it's just — well — er — ...anyroad, a handshake should be as good a place as any to start. His questions are worded a tad strangely, but she thinks, she thinks, that she understands what he's asking. "Nothing. I don't want anything," she says thoughtlessly, and then coughs into a balled fist. "I mean, I don't want to dream of anything. No nightmares, no sweet dreams. I just want to be a — a vegetable. An unthinking vegetable."There is a nearly audible silence, flled only with the slight rustling of branches and the distant hoot of an owl. They are drenched in moonlight, and if this had been any other night, Lyra might have enjoyed the scenery. "Did that make sense?" she asks, bemused. |
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Post by LETHE on Jan 26, 2016 17:05:24 GMT -5
| you really think
i'm gonna run?
i'm never giving up.
i'm never giving up. | Lethe blinked at her but then his eyes slid away. He'd finally gotten a prayer to do after all this time and it turned out to be something odd. He breathed a sigh through his nose after she'd asked him about whether she was making sense or not. " You might have to rephrase it." He said with a blank expression as his arms folded into the sleeves of his robe. " What you were asking for sounded more like something you would request of the god of death." He pointed out to her. He didn't care much for humans in general but she looked to be a beautiful young woman. Surely her life couldn't have been that bad. He hoped his understanding was off. " If it's simply rest you meant, then I can fulfill that." It was simple task if that's what she did actually want. He unfolded his arms and took a step toward her. His fingers reached for her and held her chin up so that he could look at her. " Say that you want to get a simple eight hours of rest, girl, and the prayer will be answered." He told her quietly. LYRA THORNE |
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Post by LYRA THORNE on Jan 27, 2016 23:22:53 GMT -5
drown every sense you own "If I wanted to kill myself, I wouldn't be asking a god for help," she says darkly. Despite the function of an isolated prison island, meant to hinder inmates from being a threat to themselves and others, there are a surprising lack of safety procedures in place to keep anyone from doing either. If someone kisses the ass of the right person, access to any number weaponry is more than just a far off dream. "Fine," Lyra testily begins, "I want a few hours of dreamless sleep — not eight, that's needlessly excessive, maybe one or two — and I would prefer it if you stayed after throwing sand in my eyes, or whatever it is that you do, to keep away the spirits."Just saying the words make her feel ridiculous, but she's always been the type to take every precaution, no matter how silly. Still, a thought occurs to her and, quietly, she adds whilst averting her gaze: "Naturally, that's only if you can. I won't throw a fit if you just don't want to waste your time hovering over my comatose body either." |
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Post by LETHE on Jan 29, 2016 8:05:18 GMT -5
| you really think
i'm gonna run?
i'm never giving up.
i'm never giving up. | The corners of his mouth dipped low. She was rather picky for an insomniac. A couple hours or eight, what exactly was the difference? A girl her age, well by the looks of her, should be getting about six to eight. " Why would I do something as barbaric as throw sand in your eyes?" He blinked under furrowed brows. Honestly, humans had no knowledge of the divine realm but pretended so when it concerned them. Either way, he was to stay with her like a guardian. That was a bit inconvenient considering that he had business to attend to. She spoke again and despite it sounding as a challenge, he laughed through his nose. They really were curious things, weren't they? He moved his free hand up, brushing the bangs from her forehead. He placed a kiss on the area he'd cleared. " Your prayer has been heard." He told her softly. He smiled, proud of his work and pulled himself backward. With an eyebrow raised he looked at her. " That's just how I answer prayers. Take no notice of it." He told her and took a seat on the forest floor under his tree. LYRA THORNE |
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