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Triggers: potential smut, fxf, use of religion, violence, blood
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Hell_Raiser 10/17/2023 01:42
A foot tapped beneath a desk. The keys of a keyboard piano played out. A beautifully soft voice sang along.
  • ♪ I think we were cursed from the start, because I can’t let you into my own heart ♪*
The melody continued ever so softly.
  • ♪ Do you think we were speaking in tongues? Or simply not enough? ♪*
Then the chime of those stringed keys came to a sudden stop along with the tapping toes paired with it. A small grunt emitted from the young woman who sat in front of the plastic, battery operated piano. She sighed softly and began to ruffle through the sheets of paper scattered across the desk beside her keyboard stand; the entire room was a disaster. As soon as her fingertips located a pencil she would bring the edge of the eraser to the bottom curve of her lips, her stunning eyes of emerald settling onto a nearly blank piece of paper sat just in front of her. She blinked a few times in thought as she pondered her next rhythm, tapping the eraser of her newfound pencil against her lip as she contemplated the different verses in her head. Her tongue clicked as she decided on the perfect one and she leaned forward to jot the lyrics down, a smile curling onto her lips with sheer satisfaction. The young woman then swiveled around in her chair to face her laptop that sat just behind her on a separate table and she slid on a pair of headphones that glided on over the top of her head. Her right hand lifted and was quick to push the space bar on her keyboard and instantly a beat began playing loudly into her ears. The beautifully brunette woman began to nod her head along with the ebb and flow of the music, her seat slightly rocking with her passionate movements. She then began to click around and rearrange to instrumental displayed across her screen, every edit making the sound more and more appealing.
01:42
Everything that happened came so naturally to her, it was like watching a movie unfold. Nothing was planned and yet everything was so articulate, and she had entirely dissipated into her own world. It was a type of peaceful that could only be natural to a person. ᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴇᴋᴋ! Suddenly technical feedback began to blare from the headphones that were blasting into the woman’s ears. It was loud and screechy, and it immediately gave her a massive migraine. Her only quick reflex was to grab the headphones and rip them off of her head, her panicked hands effectively throwing them off to the side. “What the f—“ “𝙰𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊!” A familiar voice called from just outside the door causing the young woman to lift from her seat. She approached the door and opened it, her jaded eyes laying upon her roommate, Elizabeth. “Yeah?” The woman now known as Araya responded rather softly. The roommate looked at Araya with a bewildered face and scoffed, “𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.. 𝙾𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛.” The musical spirit hadn’t even been given the chance to respond as she suddenly found herself standing alone once again. Only then did she lift a hand to feel the blood trickling from both of her nostrils. Her eyes slightly widened. She immediately headed for the bathroom to dab up the crimson liquid from her face, using the well lit mirror to make sure she didn’t miss any spots or streaks. All the while the woman was doing her best to pretend that nothing strange had been happening to her.. but it had been weeks now and the voices were only getting louder. These.. flashes of pictures, colors, places.. None of it did Araya recognize. Not a single thing that she was seeing was familiar.. but yet it felt so close. So real.
01:43
They’re coming to silence you. Araya quickly looked up and around the bathroom as she heard a voice whispering to her. Hurry. Her breathing suddenly stuttered and she looked at her reflection with desperation, “It doesn’t make sense. None of it makes sense..” She mumbled to herself. Save us. Save us. Save us A different whisper began to revolve throughout her head. She had to be losing her mind. What else made any sense? Araya tensed up with an overwhelming sense of frustration and fear, and her left fist immediately lifted and collided with the mirror just in front of her face. Her knuckles crashed into the glass without any shred of resistance and she immediately yelled out from both pain and stress. As soon as she pulled her arm away from the now destroyed vanity she would come to realize what she had done. She took a deep breath and whined to herself with slight terror. She was beginning to think that she needed to be institutionalized. “I’ve got to get out of here..” She mumbled before stumbling backwards and exiting the bathroom with her bloodied hand. She hurried back to her bedroom and wrapped her hand with an old t-shirt before heading out of the door and not looking back. She headed for the nearest bar on foot, without another thought in her mind. If anything was going to help right now it’d be a margarita— to both ease the pain and clear her mind. As soon as she entered the door of the bar, she’d take a seat at the counter to order herself a drink.
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Alpine 10/17/2023 11:50
The world of humans bustled far below, and Irin reminded herself, as always, to keep her longing in check. Worthless to wonder if her old friend was still down there somewhere, living a life beyond anything she could ever experience. Irin had never been one of them, and never could be. In the heavens, all was perfect, as it should have been. She knew because she had been told so. She closed her eyes, tore her attention away from the viewing pool, and turned toward the mountains of the gods. A gentle breeze stirred her black hair, causing it and her white robes to billow behind her as she walked. There had been no need to make a summons aloud: when she was needed, she would know. The cloud path formed before her, as though showing her the most direct route to where she needed to be. Though the massive white wings that came from her back allowed for flight, she had always preferred to travel by foot, only flying for emergencies. The other Holy Fires - the two others who remained - seemed, by her estimation, to find such preferences nothing short of baffling. She would let them be baffled. It was not her place to understand even her own wishes, let alone theirs. If ordered to stop, she would. Until then, she remained as she was. Her path led her into the valleys, to the Garden itself. Lush greenery sprouted from the clouds, adorned with flowers of every possible and impossible colour. Soft birdsong accompanied the babbling of a brook that fed into a small pool of water just beyond the garden proper. All an illusion: heaven was a place of death, and the Garden was no exception. Still, it had been tailored to earthly preferences, and she had always rather liked being summoned to meetings here. She even smiled as she stepped up to the golden gazebo in the centre, looking aside to admire the delicate latticework between the bases and tops of its pillars. A work of art, in a world filled with works of art. It just felt... hollow, sometimes.
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. Her smile faltered for a moment, and she attempted to push such dark thoughts as those from her mind. It was inappropriate to be discontent in the presence of perfection. Nobody else had showed, which came as no surprises. Most gods preferred not to show their faces, even to those most holy. Many had no faces, as far as she knew. Beyond human comprehension, and angels could barely come closer. She bowed her head to the nothing and to the invisible everything and spoke, to let them know she was ready to begin. "I am here, and at your disposal." Her voice was soft, a harmonious alto with the slightest hint of an echo, as though the extra gravitas was needed for her power to be taken seriously. "Irin." The voices echoed through her mind, simultaneously all conceivable genders and vocal ranges and none of them at all. Not a god directly, but the Choir, those chosen as messengers. If she blinked, she could catch the impression of faceless figures made of light, but they never lingered in her sight for long. "The Fallen has begun to awaken. You knew her best before her betrayal, yes?" Old familiar pain tugged at her heart at the reminder, alongside another emotion she didn't know the name of. She swallowed the feelings down as always and nodded. "Yes. Ar- the Fallen and I had worked closely together." "Then you will be best to find her. Do it before her powers and memories are fully realized, or else you may not be sufficient." "And when I do find her... what do you wish for me to do?" Her voice was small, hesitant, as though she already knew and feared the answer.
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. The voices confirmed her fears. "Ensure she does not awaken fully, and keep her silent," they said. "By any means necessary. As you are heaven's guardian, so you shall ensure its safety." Irin dipped her head. "So I shall. Will I have use of one of the chariots?" "The less attention you draw to your mission, the better. You will fly, and take on a human body when you land. The Fallen's current form is in New York City. You may use your magic to aid your mission, but ensure it remains unnoticed." There was no arguing against the gods' orders. She kept her heart silence and nodded obediently. "It will be done," she promised. "Then you are dismissed." Visions flew into her mind. City streets, a broken mirror, a bar, the pungent smell of earthly alcohol. She stumbled back, holding a hand to her head as it rushed into and through her. Small hints of her target's location in a massive city. She drew in a deep breath, and the choir was gone. "It will be done," she whispered to herself, trying and failing to sound certain. She wasted no time in flying down, landing in a remote field outside of the city. Hours before the vision would take place. It gave her time to search. Her wings retracted into her back, the flowing white robes replaced with a more modern, knee-length dress and a pair of simple, flat shoes. She breathed in the earthly air, and immediately coughed at the smog that clouded it. Taking one look at the skyline ahead, she began her search.
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Hell_Raiser 10/18/2023 02:38
The inside of the bar was dimly lit, flowing with the sounds of clinking glasses and chatty New Yorkers. The old wooden floors creaked beneath the heavy soles of others and the music was only playing as occupying background noise; low notes of jazz, to be exact. Araya had never grown accustomed to that horrid smell of fermented fruit and alcohol, but it wouldn’t stop her from grasping her little palms around anything that could possibly ease the chaos frolicking within the four walls of her mind. She didn’t know what was happening to her, maybe she was simply losing her mind, but it didn’t feel as though it were that simple. There was this creeping feeling that something else was going on, and Araya wanted to trust her instincts, but they had always led her astray in the past. ’What else could it be?’ She pondered endlessly as she took her seat at the bar counter, sitting as far back into the facility as she possibly could. She would allow the corners of darkness to envelope her in hopes of going unbothered. She needed time to think, to sort things out, to.. Understand? She wasn’t even sure what she was doing anymore, all she knew was that she needed a drink. Her eyes of emerald gem turned towards the bartender who was clear at the opposite end of the counter. All the petite woman would do to garner his attention was lift her injury-free hand, all whilst keeping her other bloody, cloth wrapped hand hidden beneath the edge of the bar-top. It only took a few seconds for the blonde haired bartender to walk over and Araya didn’t waste time to request what she had came here for. “One margarita, please. I don’t care what kind.” She spoke kindly but the slight unease in her voice was obvious, even to a stranger in the Big Apple. “Coming right up.” The bartender responded contently. .
02:39
Araya exhaled a big sigh and slightly leaned back in her chair, her viridian gaze slowly gliding across the room. Her mind was consuming her environment. She felt like she needed to be aware of every little detail so that if anything changed, she’d know what was real and what wasn’t. ’Who am I kidding, it’s probably only a matter of time before I start to hallucinate.’ The brunette beauty could feel the impending doom— or that’s what it felt like. Something was coming. She could feel it so deep in her bones that it couldn’t be ignored, but she didn’t know how to prepare for it. How do you prepare for the unknown? The bartender suddenly returned with a rose colored margarita, chilled with ice and topped with a strawberry. The presence had caught Araya off guard and pulled her from her drowning pool of thoughts immediately, causing her to turn her head rather sharply towards the man. She remembered she had ordered a drink and nodded her head, extending her free hand to accept the glass politely. “Thank you.” The bartender then accepted his payment and went back to serving other patrons throughout the bar. Araya pulled the drink to her mouth, the sugar coated rim sweetly dusting the surface of her lips as she took a rather large drink. She then sighed, sat the drink down onto one of the many coasters and glanced towards the door. Something had caught her attention— no, it was more like a feeling.. They’re coming. They’re coming. Araya immediately tensed. Her muscles strained beneath her skin. It was that voice again, a whisper of some sort, fueled by the sounds of many but none at the same time. It was terrifying yet conveying. Fire. Fire. Fire. She habitually clenched her teeth together and forced herself to take another gulp of her drink. Her heart was beginning to race with panic. She could feel her heart pounding within her ears in fear.
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’Who’s coming?’ Who?’ She absolutely needed to know.. and she had a feeling she was about to find out.
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Alpine 10/18/2023 11:45
Nothing could have prepared Irin for the sheer size of the city itself. The choice of an hours-long window had apparently been a wise one. As she crossed into the expansive metropolis, she remained alert for signs of angelic presence, no matter how suppressed. It wasn't difficult; the filthy streets, too-bring lights, and breakneck pacing of the other pedestrians had a way of keeping one on the constant lookout for danger, despite it feeling rather easy to find. Yet she remained, for the most part, unbothered. Plenty of people shouted, but with the noise of the place, it was hard to tell who or what they were yelling at, and ignoring them seemed to be good enough for now. She searched tirelessly, yet in a direct path, as though her footsteps were guided by something higher than herself. Even here, in the smog and noise, that white dress seemed untouched by it all, practically floating around her legs. Raven hair cascaded down her shoulders, still falling into place as though effortless, her fair skin unblemished. It was easy enough: this earthly body was, after all, no more than an illusion. She had a mission that mattered far more than the acrid stench of gasoline that permeated the city. By the time her path led her outside of the bar, she had to acknowledge that perhaps there was more to her present form than mere illusion. Or that she could at least have chosen better shoes for so much walking, given the ache that had traveled up her legs to her back. It was a rare feeling, pain. Unpleasant, yet there was something... exhilerating. It felt like being alive, in a way she never had been before. She kept a smile on her face as she looked up at the bar's sign. She could feel something from within, faint but familiar. This was where she was meant to be.
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. The door swung open, allowing a man to stagger out. His two friends all but held him up on the way, all three of them laughing as though the door were the funniest thing in all of heaven and Earth. She watched, waiting for them to pass by so she could walk in. Instead, they stumbled to a halt next to her. "Heyyyy," the intoxicated one slurred. Her eyebrows arched just a bit higher, but she let him do the talking. He needed no prompting. "Did it hurt-?" He had to pause and hiccup. "-when you fell from heaven?" Her eyes flew wide at the question. Had she been discovered already? To have failed before even finding the Fallen... It was unforgivable. Her jaw hung open for a moment, unsure what to say. The drunk man was laughing again, so she followed his cue and began to make the same sound. Except her laughter was stiff, unnatural, and the same pitch as the man's, coming from a statuesque woman with her eyes still wide in shock. That shut him up quickly. "Aw man, why's it always the hot ones who're psychos?" he grumbled as his friends pulled him aside. "So sorry about him," the shortest of the three said over his shoulder as they guided him away. "Dude's super wasted right now." Her expression returned to neutrality as they walked away. That had been... Odd. Hopefully it would be a one-off incident. She took a deep breath, turned around, and opened the door. The sounds of soft jazz music and loud chatter came from within. There was a chair at the door where someone was supposed to check for identification. Fortunately, its intended occupant was nowhere to be found at the moment. She walked in, listening intently for any conversation that might help find her quarry. Or better yet, for the Fallen herself.
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. There, at the back of the main room. A thundering heart near the bar, so close to that familiar presence that they may have been the same source. Irin strode purposefully toward the bar counter, hips swaying in the manner she'd seen plenty of human women walk. Walking, not floating. Another new sensation.
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