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Post by Mala on Jan 3, 2015 10:35:54 GMT -5
Can I please just say that I love your ficlets? And the idea for the game is awesome! Once my muse strikes, I shall make sure to take part! ^^
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Post by Mala on Jan 3, 2015 10:34:06 GMT -5
I know exactly what you mean! To me, it's the greatest accomplishment as well when my writings are able to evoke emotions in the reader. That said, your scribbles - as you call them - are magnificent, and you never cease to amaze me with them! Awweee, and you really like my little in-betweener? That makes me so happy! I was a tiny bit worried about channeling things in the wrong way. I mean, I love how Mala has the ability to perceive emotions on a different level, but at the same time that makes it be difficult for me as the writer. Because I have to listen carefully to what you and Nili say with your posts. Luckily, we seem to share an understanding when it comes to these chars and I'm so glad that I was able to capture it all. Yeah, S2 made them be quite a tragic pair, didn't it? But if someone can make it through that, then it's those two! <3
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Post by Mala on Jan 2, 2015 11:01:45 GMT -5
Sweet heavens, Maeve, I LOVE your post! All that emotion, it almost made me cry! Awesome!!!!! Also, see who else I dusted off. The poor lady has been rather non-existant for the last four pages I am aware but then it's no real use to comment on each and every turn of the battle anyway, now is it? But since this is a rather vital moment I made a short post with her. Hope that's okay with you two.
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Post by Mala on Jan 2, 2015 10:59:05 GMT -5
Mala breathed - air she didn't need anymore; felt her heartbeat thrum deep within - a heart that did no longer exist. Lost in the whirlwind of fear and agony and rage the ghost succumbed to the assault of emotions and pictures that washed over her. A battle she had never desired to witness, sorrow she had never wanted to know.
Oh, she had watched over her son before, had seen him fight drawing strength from burning regret and hidden darkness; had helped him defy the devil himself. Yet none of what had taken place in the demonic lair compared to what had just happened in this lane; nothing had ever broken and at the same time healed her like this.
She felt his determination, his worry - his pain. They erupted from his soul and cut into her own, each moment that he'd protected Maeve without even once thinking of his own safety. And now that it was all over, now that they were safe he almost shattered.
Mala truly saw him then: her son. The boy she had been denied to be a mother to, the man he truly was. If anyone would have been there to ask her about what she perceived and felt she would have probably compared it to watching the sun emerge after a long, dark night - a new dawn after thunder and rain had ruled a human's life for too long. And it was not only in Sinbad, but in her, too. The redhead who had finally found her way back to him.
Maea had thought that she'd already understood back in Scratch's dungeons, that she'd known what exactly the Celt meant to Sinbad.
Faced with the cleansing maelstrom of longing and loss that whirled within those two young souls she learned that she had known nothing yet.
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Post by Mala on Jan 7, 2014 17:26:31 GMT -5
Meh, can I have a tea instead please? Well, I think I would go for white coffee then. xP edit: Eeep, too slow. You bet me to that, Teti. xD Sooo, sunrise or sunset you ask? Oh, tough one. Both are beautiful and charming. But I think since it's winter now and dark for most of the day I will go for sunrise now. Miss the light sometimes and dawn herals it. Teti: I love them, too!!!!!! They're so beautiful and, oh gosh, their eyes!!! I've dreamt of keeping one ever since I was a kid, but guess I won't be quite as lucky. The darling furry fellows need a whole lot of space and time and it's also too warm for them here and... well, I guess I'll just stick to my beloved little furkids. *cuddles* ^^ e-bookor paper book
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Post by Mala on Jan 7, 2014 17:20:15 GMT -5
Ah, so I hope this post was okay. I really don't like posting in-between such awesome entries, makes me feel like I'm totally disturbing the reunion, but as I said before: much less do I like to sum up too many posts and too much action. So, please bear with me will you? Sinbad I know I wrote much about your char in this. If you feel I have conceived it wrong, if things are different then do tell me. Also, if you feel like that whole 'heart, head and then the sword' thing doesn't fit here, let me know and I'll delete it.
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Post by Mala on Jan 7, 2014 17:15:05 GMT -5
While around her the world once more erupted with wild fury, Mala tried to cling to what little still connected her to herself and this place. Like an ocean set ablaze something inside her stirred, restless as the gale and yet unmoving like hot summer air above a silent sea. She was empty and bursting, forgot who she was and found herself all at once.
She had done something, had touched another being where she should never have. She had lost control and at the same time gained it, had influenced another life and shown herself to it in a way that was raw and honest, even though she didn't know.
Behind her the man, that fool of a human, cursed and growled and hissed with rage. Where before he had been desoriented, his very heart and soul reeling from the violation of their integrity, it was now hate that blazed again, blinding and white hot. She felt his core tremble, shake just like she did, and the disturbance only fueled the one emotion that this man new best. Had he had considered his own heart he would have known that part of him was frightened, this one piece of a whole that lived and breathed in harmony with nature and which he had learned to silence long ago. It recognized the spirit, had been touched so deeply by it and it made itself be known within him, confusing and irritating him even further.
As Baldy moved to stand up again, wild determination forming in his mind, suppressing the memory of the image which had made him fall and giving way to wrath and only the darkest of thoughts, Mala searched in herself for an answer that would not be found. Tired and scared of what she had done, of what she could have done to a soul less protected by arrogance and hatred, she turned around, dark blue eyes haunted and asking. But what they found was nothing she would have had expected and instantly the universe around her changed its shape, closing in on her and setting her free.
He saw her, took her in and she could hear his heart cry out. In hope, in fear, in desperation. He was her son, strong and shining, and at the same time he was broken, carrying a wound that had never healed. She tried to easen the pain, had made him see and understand. So shortly before, it had been so shortly before that she had torn him from his own doom. The Sinbad she had met in Scratch's lair had been so close to losing himself, so close to giving up on all that he was just because a part of him was missing. Mala had seen through all the walls that he had built up, had seen the hurt beneath even if the one who was causing it had been a mystery to her. She still was, that woman with fiery hair and a core made of flames, but now she was real. Not an illusion, not a trap but flesh and bone. Light and warmth and it kindled something in Sinbad that had the Roman gasp.
He was angry, more than she had ever seen him be. Unknowingly the bald man who had attacked Maeve had unleashed something in the captain, her child, that had been buried for so long. And it heartened the spirit as much as it frightened her. Unlike the brute's fury Sinbad's was born from something good, from the wish to protect, to defend those the closest to him - those who kept him breathing - but still the ire that she felt curse through his veins was dangerous. As much as it could help him against his adversary, as much could it comdemn him if he allowed it to reign over him and make him blind to the world.
Maeve anchored him, this much she could tell and she was more grateful for it than she knew to comprehend, and yet still she hoped that he would remember, even now, what she had taught him.
Heart, head, and then the sword.
The order was something Baldy would never understand. It was Sinbad's biggest advantage.
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Post by Mala on Jan 7, 2014 16:26:50 GMT -5
Have taken a liking to this one here (and am listenin' to it just now): No idea why, maybe because it sounds a bit like a journey and at the same time like home... dunno. I just like it.
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Post by Mala on Jan 7, 2014 16:05:29 GMT -5
Sure, there's always space for a new deckhand. And yeah, you do that - message Bryn I mean. Oh, I assume he'll definitely feel that way once things calm down again. But I really think that currently his attention will be more with Maeve, especially considering the state she's in. So if Eric were to exploit that situation he'd have an easy game there. Both Firouz and Bryn are lovely people who would be helpful and polite to a stranger (though, mentioning Maeve's condition I actually start to wonder whether Firouz might not fuzz about her like a mother hen instead of talking to strangers... ah, but you're right, that's totally for Firouz to decide ) while Sinbad and Doubar certainly enough will only have eyes for the Lass. But yes, once that's over I think Doubs would become alert to a guy chatting up Bryn. Hah, I wonder if he'd get jealous even. They're nowhere near where the Doubar and Bryn in my head and heart are so that would be fun to find out. xD And as for Majid: *nods* that's what I thought, too. He's someone who watches and learns. I envision him as someone who can read people rather well, and who is pretty perceptive to another one's intentions. Not to mention that he has Nuray with him, and the instincts of animals are so much keener than ours. Never trust a man or woman who pets flee from or react aggressive towards when normally they're friendly beings. Something's truly fishy about those then. And I would assume that Nuray would be pretty uneasy and unsettled in Eric's presence. * Hum, actually that makes me wonder... since Dermott is part of nature, too, though only by force... could he, too, be unsettled now matter how well Eric hides his true nature? Or would the birds just feel something odd but can't ascribe it to Eric? Oooh, there's so many interesting things to consider with a half-demon around. That's awesome.
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Post by Mala on Jan 5, 2014 10:45:13 GMT -5
Weeeell, not exactly what I hoped it would be, but right now I just can't seem to be capable of writing something better. At any rate, I hope it suffices and that you like it. You may proceed to post ahead now, Maeve. Sinbad: I know you rather envisioned that Mala might have moved an object but thinking about it yesterday night I somehow felt that that's not it. Things are happening so fast there and focusing her energy on an object seemed like such a deliberate act. Originally I had planned on anything water-like to be her means of interfering but when I now wrote it, it somehow came down to what is there. Hope you don't mind. And do tell me if you think it's rubbish.
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Post by Mala on Jan 5, 2014 10:39:39 GMT -5
Like an almighty wave fury radiated all from the man who growled at her son, glaring at the younger one with eyes only a wild beast could bear. Hot anger boiled in their depths and feasted on the realization that there was someone trying to challenge him for his prey, causing his rage to peak.
In horror Mala watched how the brute striked out, his sword cutting the air and howling with the cruel promise of doom. A life taken meant nothing to the one who wielded it, a world with one light less to shine so unimportant for a mind that thought its own existence the most important thing. The man attacking her son had no care for what it would mean if he inflicted harm, if he even killed. Seeing only his own rights hurt he assailed Sinbad with all the terrible strength of a soul seeking to implement its own twisted sense of justice, forcing the other man to parry and duck blows that might have long overpowered anyone less experienced and skilled than the captain was. But Sinbad was agile, had always been, avoiding the onslaught that was born of hatred and false pride. Even managed to deal out a well aimed kick himself until the bald man arched his back too quickly, too sudden for him to react.
The moment Sinbad got hit and stumbled to the ground, Mala felt her whole being sear with anxiety. Unbearable, choking her although she was not breathing the fear for him infused her and left her staring at the scene unfolding. Almost she could already see the deadly blade hiss in victory, felt something inside herself break and die at the mere thought of it, but then all the lifeless metal met was the dusty ground beneath.
After the fierce kick he had bestowed upon his adversary, Sinbad was up on his feet again, mind racing and body willing to continue to fight. His back was bent, his posture defensive and yet ready to attack - and it only unsettled Mala even further to see him like this. There was anger of his own now mixing with something that the Roman had troubles labelling, fury born from a noble thought. It was powerful and yet it did not run deep - wasn't even half as strong as she somehow knew it would be were he aware of who he was defending. The rising ire fuelled his own resolve to not be defeated, but did little against the sheer brutality with which the other man attacked.
She felt him move before she even saw his muscles twitch, sensed the overwhelming force behind his blow. Like electricity charging up the air around her it travelled the distance, making her skin crawl. He would succeed, if he was allowed to leash out on Sinbad now he would succeed. She knew it, deep inside she knew, the realization of what was to come crushing her and tearing her soul apart. While a scream fell from trembling lips she reached out with all the desperation of a breaking heart, acting without thinking - a part of her taking control that was ancient and shapeless and which did not care about what ever might happen to her or this man. She would not allow him to hurt her son, would never let anyone claim a life as precious as this. She had defied the devil himself, had risen from the depths of an endless slumber. She held no fear of a mortal anymore.
And thus she stepped forward, directly in front of him, blue eyes blazing and grey as seafoam riding the crest of a towering wave. She did not feel how he rushed straight through her, was not aware of how her hands gripped his core, dangerous and merciless like the oceans themselves and it was with an unearthly cry that she released all her fear, all her determination into it - touching a human were it most hurt them: directly at their heart.
Mala could not see the flare that rippled across her image as she made contact with that part of each and every being that was immortal, was not aware of how for a split second Baldy was faced with the picture of a woman as beautiful and yet as forlorn as the sea itself. The only thing she knew was that he stumbled, losing his balance the moment he ran through her. As the mountain of a man lost his footing, giving Sinbad a chance to overbear him, Mala stood still and unmoving. She did not understand what she had just done, only felt how it gnawed at her own essence, draining and frightening her like nothing ever had before. And yet, none of what she felt mattered, none of it was important because behind her she could sense it still be there, knew without looking that the light of her son still shone.
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Post by Mala on Jan 4, 2014 18:27:32 GMT -5
Awww, thanks, honey!!! I'll try to post first thing tomorrow.
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Post by Mala on Jan 4, 2014 18:20:38 GMT -5
No rush there, dear. In fact, if you post before I can (and I certainly won't manage tonight [tried to but though I know what I want to write I can't get it down on virtual paper *sigh*]) I might leave out Mala's intervention. Comes too much of a disturbance in the flow if Maeve's already reacting.
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Post by Mala on Jan 4, 2014 16:25:07 GMT -5
Aw, no, no reason to delete your post. In fact, if you did that I wouldn't have much to write about with Mala because the events I was referring to were namely the ones you had described - what with Baldy leashing out on Sinbad, even managing to hit him and all that. She's Sinbad's mother and I think if there was one thing that could make her learn to influence the world of the living it's protecting her sons. So deleting your post wouldn't be of much help actually. But if you say you like the idea of Mala being the one to make Baldy stumble I will just try and type something that fits in right where we are now. It will be a bit of a résumé still, but the parts I wrote with her have been like that all along. After all, she is just a watcher till now, and so far what I can mainly do with her is describe what's happening around.
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Post by Mala on Jan 4, 2014 15:55:29 GMT -5
Hum. I was thinking about making a quick post with Mala since the unfolding events surely would have quite an impact on her. And I was even considering making her be the reason behind Baldy's tripping (since there was no real reason behind that mentioned) but no matter what I wrote, I felt pretty much like disturbing the flow of things. These are clearly Maeve and Sinbad's moments and maybe Mala ought to step back a little. On the other hand it's always rather tedious to sum up a larger number of posts, especially if so many important things happened in them. So right now I'm really at a loss of what to do. Remain silent and then have her have a moment of consideration when Sinbad and Maeve are really reunited, or post in between?
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