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Post by Mala on Jan 2, 2014 16:08:28 GMT -5
Whoot, whoot. So I sent in Mala as well. Figured it was about time she followed the Celt. I hope the post is somewhat sensible. I was struggling a bit with how to describe what she felt, as I had the impression I made a pretty similar entry before. But the intensity of Maeve's kinda screamed for something like this, so I went with it. Hope that's alright with you. Also, feel free to point out any mistakes to me. I am not sure how I described Mala before - did she still breathe out of habit? Does she still have a heartbeat of sorts? I feel like she shouldn't have and am rather certain that's also how I depicted it back in the old posts, but just in case I didn't: do let me know.
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Post by Mala on Jan 2, 2014 16:03:40 GMT -5
Fear was racing through her veins like venom, cursing through her essence and making her tremble, the image of the young woman she once was wavering like water that was stirred by the relentless gale. Deep inside, the echo of her heart was thrumming violently while the world around her blurred in a maelstrom of voices and thoughts and emotions.
Children, women, men, they all shouted and screamed - their cries crashing down on her as she tried to follow the young redhead in her flight. Not even half of what she could hear was perceptible by the mortals around her, but to Mala it was a roaring thunderstorm, deafening and frightening.
As she rushed through the crowds, shapeless, nothing but a gust of wind that touched the skin of those she could not evade if they even sensed her at all, she felt her vision narrow. It was not possible for her to be exhausted, not like she could have been when her lungs were still drawing air, but the onslaught on her senses tired her and left her disoriented - almost as if she were the one to be chased.
Pressing herself against the stone wall of a building she passed by, Mala closed her eyes and tried desperately to silence the world, to withdraw from the emotions that seeped from each and every person that ran past her. She had just done it before, had focused on the Celt alone but doing that had been nothing in comparison so what she had to achieve now that panic erupted like a blaze. Now it was like she sought one precious bird in a frantically flittering mass of them, one soul when so many others were shouting out - only for her to hear.
Looking up at the sky, the Roman willed herself to be calm and ignore all those she couldn't help. Right in front of her a kid stumbled, knees scraping against the dusty and stoney ground - red blood mixing with the pale colour of sand. The wail that soon would fall from trembling lips radiated from his mind before he even found the voice to cry but to Mala it was already real, already tearing at her heart.
How could it be? How could the rage of one man cause to much chaos, so much pain?
As a middle-aged woman emerged from the throng to pick up the child, strong and loving arms crashing his slender frame to the safety of his mother's side, the spirit clenched her hands to fists. Maybe she could not alter the world she had set foot on, caught in between death and life as she was, but she would not just stand aside and watch. If there was anything, even the smallest thing she could do, she would provide aid and protect.
Her resolve strenghtening, she pushed away from the wall, creating barriers around her own mind and searching for the trace of the one she had nearly lost among the chaos. Drifting through broken stalls and amongst the remainders of wares that were already being picked up by those who seized the occassion, she followed the trace that told of a fire burning low. As she did so, coming closer each time that she blinked, she suddenly noticed how something prodded at the back of her mind. Something good and beautiful, something she had already felt mere moments ago but which was so much stronger now. She barely arrived at Maeve's side, her own eyes widening in fright as she saw the Celt within the brute's grasp, when she froze.
He was there, behind her. Oblivious to her presence and ready to defend. Challenging the bald man before her, obviously not even knowing to whose aid he had just come.
Spinning around, she tensed as her gaze settled on him, her core lighting up in pride, but also worry. She had never been a fighter, had not even once picked up a sword in her living days, but even she could see that the one threatening Maeve was someone not to be underestimated. And so she watched with dread how Sinbad set off to fight for the one he knew needed his help.
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Post by Mala on Jan 18, 2013 10:10:09 GMT -5
Wow, has it really been almost 7 months (!) since I last participated with Mala? No wonder I was having such a hard time getting back into writing her again. >.< I hope that you guys approve of the post I made. I tried to sum up the ongoing stuff as always but didn't go into detail because that would be pretty boring I think. Also I tried to make the connection to the crew with Mala suddenly realizing they were there and had come to help. On purpose I tried not to mention her own feelings of helplessness too often / too obviously because I did already state that in the post I made in June, and it would be retundant if I emphasized it once more. Ah, what else? Oh yeah, right, the line about Majid and the ancient something that was surrounding his soul... if you don't like it do tell me and I'll erase that part. It is not meant to make him be super special and awesome and mysterious and stuff... but with the new plot hopefully being carried out after the reunion I thought it could be a nice hint towards what is coming. ;D As always, please feel free to tell me if and where I screwed up and I will go and edit the post. Oh, and I shall try and post with Doubar, too, soon (although I am still trying to decide whether he rushed after his brother and thus would indeed be the second one to arrive, or whether he rather waited for Bryn... not sure yet). edit: There is indeed one more thing: I don't know if that fits what you imagine Mala's life to have been like, but somehow I liked the thought of her not ever having had to face such situation in her living days. I assume that her husband made sure his family was living in a safe area, and I quite like the thought that Mala might have been just that sort of innocent young woman who would have known nothing of the darkness that some people's hearts harbour. And I think that every now and then this would still be present although she has matured a lot since she was trapped in between the worlds. And maybe I am making Mala just a bit younger with this than she seemed in the show. But then again, in "Hell House" we only saw her as the mother she is, and not as the person who's behind/within the protective spirit. So yeah, do tell me what you think of it. I'd be happy to know it.
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Post by Mala on Jan 18, 2013 10:03:16 GMT -5
Fast. She was running fast, her spirit following the young soul who had just returned from a world so far away from this one.
The redhead was racing up the street, back to those who could grant her support. Despite her injuries and the aftermath of her journey through a border that should never have been crossed she kept on fighting, not only for herself but those who came to her aid as well.
Sea blue eyes focused on the Celt, Mala could feel all the confusion that this situation had caused within the young woman emanate from Maeve like a wave. It was as if a thousand thoughts and emotions were passing her by at once, and yet the only sound that she heard was the frantic rhythm of the other one's heart. Her senses all set on the sorceress, the spirit blanked all the other voices out, refused to hear the overwhelming clap of thunder that was those who stood nearby. In the back of her mind the curiosity, the fear and worry of those who did but watch the fight that had errupted in the street were mere whispers - silenced by the swaying aura of the one she so wished to protect.
With horror poisoning her very essence the ghost was forced to watch how Maeve froze in midst her stride, recognizing the man who just emerged from a broken market stall before her. The leader of the gang was desoriented for just a moment, his mind fogged with a pain that had been inflicted at the hand of the stranger who remained a mystery to Mala yet - his soul surrounded by an ancient trace that lingered in his deeds and which echoed silently here where he had fought for those he believed were worth it. But the stranger was gone and Maeve was alone with him who now spat words like venom.
Involuntarily Mala flinched as the brute launched forward, attacking the Celt with fury and hatred. For a moment the spirit just stared at his wild eyes as time seemed to slow down for her. Never in her living days had she had to witness such anger, never had she had to see an innocent woman be assaulted for nothing more than standing her ground against a man who knew no manners. And she wondered if the world had always been like this. Had she just not seen the dark in poeple's hearts? Had her parents and her husband protected her too well against the evil that corrupted the souls of some men, or had times indeed changed and the world grown darker? She had felt an evil trace deep down in the seas as she had awakened once more and she had stirred the devil that had escaped the prison she had sent him to. Was this what came of it? But she could not feel any magic at work here, could not sense the foul spirit of the Lord of the Flies, nor was there that faint and unknown darkness she had found within the depths. No, what she faced here was but the weakness of some men.
Mala frowned deeply as she realized that the one who fougth the Celt so determinedly was simply convinced that it was his right to roam lands as he did - aggressive and with his own set of morals. He didn't care about anyone but himself and she shivered as he rushed past her, chasing the redhead back down the street and thus away from those the young one had sought to reunite with. Instantly, the ghost moved to follow him, trying not to think of the futility of what she did for it would not help Maeve if the spirit despaired. The redhead was already so close to giving in to the exhaustion that seemed to wash over her body like the tides themselves and Mala knew that what kept the other one going was sheer willpower and the onrush of adrenile in her blood. And she didn't know just for how much longer this would be enough.
In her head, frantically, Mala tried to think about anything that could be done. Anything that could safe the young woman from the blind rage of this fool, but the only thing that could help her now was an honest heart that stood up for those in need. A heart that her children both possessed. A heart she felt beating in her own chest, thrumming with the wish to protect. A heart that was not her own.
Mala's essence stopped dead in its tracks as suddenly her body tensed. She could sense them, could feel them approach. They were here. They had come to help.
Her sons.
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Post by Mala on Jun 28, 2012 15:25:28 GMT -5
Instinctively Mala shied away as the ruffians's swords passed her by. Although she had no physical presence, the ghost still felt her muscles move on their own accord as she avoided the dangerous swings, her gaze darting between the young men who surrendered to their up-building rage with worrying speed. And before she even had time to blink, around her the world's order seemed to cease as darkness threatened to swallow the flickering flame who was her son's friend. The woman who belonged to neither the realm of the living nor the one of the dead felt her own image waver as fear for the one in front of her cursed all through her veins, leaving her powerless when all she wished to do was to protect this one soul. Helplessly the Roman had to watch as two of the dunken men closed in on Maeve, seperating her from the young brunette and her companion with each step they took. And while the seconds passed by, Mala's trembling essence perceived more and more of what those around her carried within. It was as if the voices she had not noticed they had fallen silent now spoke up again, the rush of emotions coming from the readhead, but also merchants, children and women crashing upon her like a tidal wave. Staggering backwards the ghost stared at the scene for a moment, her breath caught in her lungs. Hardly did she feel the trace of magic that cut through the air unseen, and too late did she fight back the flood to realize that one of the thugs was close to achieve his aim. It was the desert hawk's screech that tore her from a reverie she hadn't noticed she'd fallen into and which made her direct her pale blue eyes to where Maeve now stood. The bird of prey attacked the brute man furiously, his heart focused on this task. He risked his own life to safe another soul - a decision that was not unusual amongst the creatures of nature, and yet there was something special to what drove him. But Mala had no time to think further about it, the situation at hand changing rapidly as one more time the flame blazed and the Celt got rid of those who had charged on her. And as she ran to search the others, Mala's ghostly gaze lay on her, sending a silent prayer to the seas pleading for the well-being of those who walked on the paths of good.
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Post by Mala on Jun 21, 2012 17:11:20 GMT -5
Added some more hyperlinks for you guys. I hope reading up on the existing play get easier therewith.
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Post by Mala on Jun 17, 2012 15:21:52 GMT -5
*dusts off Mala* Before posting with Majid, I decided to get Mala back into the game. She can't do much of course, but I reckoned she would have to be present again at some point. So, I hope you like the little post and tomorrow I'll try and have Majid join the scene.
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Post by Mala on Jun 17, 2012 15:19:30 GMT -5
Mala watched with horror how the scene changed drastically, the early morning air suddenly buzzing with this unmistakable trace of danger which those six men seemed to be surrounded by. The young Celt found herself in the centre of their leader's attention and if the ghost had not already perceived the darkness that radiated from his drunken mind, his words and gaze would have told her. Instinctively Mala stepped forward, her urge to protect the red-headed woman resurfacing with even more intensity than she had experienced back in the guard's post. And just like then it got easily replaced by another feeling that rooted deeper even than the worry for her son's friend. It was frustration. How much her soul longed to help, how much it wished to create a physical presence so that she could interfere in the world she had left behind - but all she could do was yet again watch and hope that others would realize what was beyond her power. And as if some unknown might had mercy not only with her, but also Maeve, another spirit suddenly approached the Celt, taking a stance right next to her and offering support when there was no one else nearby. It didn't take Mala long to recognize the brunette who had offered her help mere hours before already. For some reason Kalani had ended up here just at the right point of time and even more important than that, she wasn't alone. The ghosts bright eyes caught sight of the tall man before any of the drunkards noticed his purposeful stride, and despite his looks she instantly knew that his soul distinguished him as someone of good intentions and a pure heart.
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Post by Mala on Apr 19, 2012 17:50:00 GMT -5
@rongs: Check on the timeline. While originally it was a mere listing, you can now actually click on the threads and get linked to there. It's meant to make following up on the play easier for newcomers.
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Post by Mala on Apr 19, 2012 13:09:33 GMT -5
Added some more hyperlinks. Day one is now covered, as is the second morning. The second evening I will continue working on next time. If you do find any wrong links, do tell me about them!
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Post by Mala on Mar 6, 2012 19:23:36 GMT -5
Yay for being geeky then. ;D Haha, and the best ideas and things often originate from seemingly simple questions. And actually, I think it to be awesome that we were able to collect so much info on the ship.
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Post by Mala on Mar 6, 2012 19:20:30 GMT -5
Awww, yes, they are so sweet indeed. Love them, too. Though I must admit, I never consciously noticed they even sat alike in that scene. That's so lovely. Might I ask though what you hint at when you say we ought to read between the lines (i.e.: what do you think he truly wanted to say? You think he was referring to himself, too)? ^^
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Post by Mala on Mar 6, 2012 19:06:18 GMT -5
Lol! Yes, I bet they weren't expecting that one to happen. ;D Always reminds me of those geeky fans in Galaxy Quest who noticed that there was something wrong with the decks on the space ship. *feels so geeky now, too ;D *
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Post by Mala on Mar 6, 2012 19:04:12 GMT -5
True indeed. But then again it's never a big story if one of the minor crew is in trouble/gets lost/whatever. Poor lads, really. xD
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Post by Mala on Mar 6, 2012 19:01:48 GMT -5
Woohoo, got the first hyperlinks installed! ;D Now you can actually click on the threads in the preludes-section and you will immediately get to the one in question. I will eventually modify the whole timeline like this. But it will take a little while. Yet, stay tuned for the new and interactive timeline. Hehe. ^^ Khei: Thanx so much for the advice!!!!
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