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Post by Maeve on Jun 11, 2009 15:42:23 GMT -5
I like Firouz's idea, that the wall can only be crossed by inanimate objects! @firouz: I'm glad you liked my post! Did you like Maeve's recollection of Firouz?
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Post by Maeve on Jun 11, 2009 10:32:38 GMT -5
Wow! We're mentally connected! Hey Talya!
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Post by Maeve on Jun 11, 2009 10:27:08 GMT -5
Those songs are beautiful!!! I really love "Million Miles"!!! So sad...
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Post by Maeve on Jun 11, 2009 10:25:09 GMT -5
Thank you guys! And I've thinking about this all night... You see, the bottle getting through the wall has no real purpose, it just came to me while writing, but now that I think about it, maybe you guys on the Nomad could actually find the drifting bottle? Again, no real purpose to it, I just kind of find it cool that it symbolizes the tiny bond still existing between Maeve and the crew... What do you think?
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Post by Maeve on Jun 10, 2009 16:11:26 GMT -5
(takes place after the chat with Dim-Dim...)
Barefoot, the rest of Dim-Dim’s conjured up bottle of ale in her hand, Maeve silently trailed down the narrow path that led to the beach. The sorceress couldn’t believe she was actually going back to that miserable disheartening spot, but it seemed she was drawn to the dark ocean like a moth was drawn to a flame. Deep inside, she realized she was still desperately trying to get back to the crew and the closest way to getting that job accomplished was by reaching out to them through the ocean…
Guided by the silver rays of the moon, Maeve strolled down the beach until water crashed at her feet and instead of sitting down, decided to walk along the shore line to keep her mind somewhat active. Raising the ale bottle to the ocean, a slight smile curved her lips.
“Bottoms up, sailor!” The sorceress then took a sip, sadly realizing that the stiff drink was providing her little comfort.
Maeve sighed. A year... A whole miserable year had passed during which she had been drained of her essence. She had been pushed into an abyss without warning and she was still struggling to find her way back to the top. But how can you climb out of an endless pit? Sensing she was about to slip into a gloomy trance again, Maeve shook her head, took another gulp of ale and forced herself to concentrate on the rather more cheerful year she had spent with the crew. She had sailed on the Nomad for about the same amount of time she had been trapped in this agonizing realm and yet she felt like she could write the story of a lifetime with only the memories of her friends…
A family…That’s what she had found when she had stepped onboard the Nomad, a family of wonderful friends sticking together through the good and the bad, sharing tears and laughter, facing death and many dangers but making it out alive in the end, stronger than before. Maeve truly cherished the bonds she had formed with every single member of the crew. Each one of them, in their own way, had taught her that life was not all about pain, loneliness, trickeries and deceits, but so much more!
Doubar, Firouz, Rongar…
Maeve smiled sadly at the recollection of the warm faces…They had showed her what friendship and solidarity were all about, she had learned to smile and care, she had discovered the extent of valuing somebody’s life more than she did her own, but most importantly, she had learned to trust…
Maeve’s thoughts first wandered to the first mate…The big joyful man had always been like a big brother to her and the sorceress had quickly grown fond of the fraternal comfort and attention he seemed to grant her. His affectionate eyes bearing strength and softness, his bone-crushing bear hugs that left everyone breathless, his soothing and confident voice… Doubar’s thunderous laughter echoed in her mind, bringing a smile to her face. She missed him dearly…
Then there was Firouz…The brilliant scientist who always had an invention hiding up his sleeves! The man had never ceased to amaze her with his creativity and thirst for knowledge. The sound of his passionate voice when demonstrating a new device, his furrowed brow when he realized he had done some miscalculations, his endless lectures beginning with a sharp Point of fact that would drive Doubar crazy…Maeve truly missed the scientist and the debates they often had over magic and science…
Maeve’s thoughts then drifted to Rongar…From the very beginning, the silent man had been a true gentleman, proving her that not all sailors were mere brutes like she had believed them to be. He was a mix of agility, elegance and mystery and the steady calmness he displayed had always mesmerized her. Countless times one of his swift daggers had saved her life and Maeve really missed having the Moor’s protective figure watching her back…
Maeve stopped walking and faced the dark ocean, still smiling at the recollection of her long lost companions. But her face grew serious again.
Then there was him…
Maeve angrily took one last sip of ale.
He had taught her to love…
Suddenly annoyed with the ale that was doing absolutely nothing to help her, the Celtic sorceress threw it in the sea.
Then the most curious thing happened…
The bottle collided with the invisible prison walls of the realm…and made it through!
“What the-” Maeve frowned, surprised and puzzled. Immediately recollecting her senses, she walked further into the sea until the water reached her thighs. Squinting in the darkness, she could clearly see the bottle peacefully floating away on the other side.
In a heart beat, Maeve started swimming toward the wall with a slight tinge of hope that she would get through herself. But as she half-expected it, she met the magical resistance. Grunting in frustration, she hit the wall with her fist.
“How did you get through?” Maeve said through gritted teeth, bewildered but so much more annoyed at the fading sight of the bottle that almost seemed to be viciously smiling back at her. Glancing sideways and up and down the wall, looking for some sort of breech, Maeve grumbled when her fingers found nothing but resistance.
Giving up, she kicked the invisible barrier once more and swam back to the shore, wondering about what had just happened.
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Post by Maeve on Jun 10, 2009 14:45:58 GMT -5
Oh, honey! I know I can't really provide help because I'm a world away...but if I can be of any assistance whatsoever just ask... And the chainmail is a pretty good idea if you ask me! It'll help getting people more and more alert. *hugs* Hold on, she'll be fine. Evie reporting for moral support!
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Post by Maeve on Jun 10, 2009 11:20:40 GMT -5
A warm smile covered Maeve’s face as she brushed her fingers against the bottle of ale. The wonders of magic…Walking over to Dim-Dim, she squeezed his shoulder in a friendly way and kissed him on the cheek.
“Thank you.” Then she went to grab two glasses, hiding somewhere amongst the dishes and came back to sit down.
“But surely you don’t expect me to savour the benefits of this drink alone…” Maeve said, amused, as she tossed Dim-Dim a quick glance and filled the two glasses, thinking he deserved the stiff drink probably even more than she did. Lifting her glass up in the air, she declared:
“To the good old days…” Then she paused, lowering her gaze as a veil of sadness passed before her eyes, and went on faintly. “…and to what tomorrow may bring.”
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Post by Maeve on Jun 9, 2009 22:48:32 GMT -5
Telepathy, Doubar...*pats the big man in the back*
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Post by Maeve on Jun 8, 2009 22:21:45 GMT -5
Let's hope the research parties find the black boxes...
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Post by Maeve on Jun 8, 2009 17:16:24 GMT -5
Oh man! I've been channeling her for a looong time then!
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Post by Maeve on Jun 8, 2009 16:58:58 GMT -5
Me too! I can't wait for Maeve to reunite with the crew and to finally get a chance to rp with you! Channeling? I think you mentioned that before...what does it mean again?
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Post by Maeve on Jun 8, 2009 15:58:24 GMT -5
*eavesdrops in the conversation* Sorry... I just wanted to say that I absolutely love how you two portray the brothers! And I don't think you are out of characters at all if you want my opinion! You're doing a wonderful job and I can't wait to read your next posts! It's kinda weird though, 'cause the whole issues with Maeve concern my character so I feel concerned as well, but at the same time when I read your posts and when I get insights at Sinbad and Doubar's thoughts about her, I feel like I'm spying on things that I shouldn't be aware of since Maeve has no clue about what's going on the Nomad...well, not all the time... Weird feeling...
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Post by Maeve on Jun 8, 2009 11:13:13 GMT -5
Omg! George is totally unrecognizable! And Julianne is so pretty! Awww, Zen and Jackie! That's sweet!
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Post by Maeve on Jun 8, 2009 10:18:46 GMT -5
Really? *jumps around* Wheeee!!!!
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Post by Maeve on Jun 7, 2009 15:34:19 GMT -5
*chuckles* I don't think Zen tastes good. *smirks* Oh, come on! Look at the man! How can he NOT taste good?
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