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Post by The Fourth Flower on Feb 8, 2014 21:12:14 GMT -5
A boy with a smile like summer rain entered the library. He was a difficult sort to spy- distinctive, but oddly beyond recognition or recall. He left the same sort of impression that a good dream leaves behind- one wakes up happy, but cannot remember why. He moved with laughter and every gesture implied mischief.
Though it was midday and the skies outside the library's vast windows were white with the promise of snow, the lights in the library glowed the gold of dawn. The sleepy pall cast by the weather was shed in exchange for the crisp hope of unspoken promises.
Somehow, inexplicably, the figure left behind a gift in all of the poetry books; a cornflower peeked out shyly from between the pages of each. The blue was electrifying, imbuing the space with an unexpected energy.
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Post by Olwen on Feb 9, 2014 21:27:10 GMT -5
Silas pushed open the door to the library and peeked his head in. It looked like there weren't too many other people in there, but he knew that if anyone was to walk in that they would probably enjoy the little show he was hoping to put on. It was something that he had used to do for his twin sister when their parents had fallen asleep. They would sneak out to the barn with a good book and she would read it to him. While she read, he would imagine what was happening and the story would come alive. It was something he missed dearly and wished that he could see her to keep up the tradition.
Silas walked into the library and looked around. Still being a little new to the campus he hadn't yet experienced the library. He instinctively walked straight to the windows to look outside at the falling snow, Silas ran his hand across the cool glass to be able to see through it. The white fluffy stuff that lay on the ground was untouched and sparkled in the faint sunlight. He made a mental not that this was a place that he wanted to visit regularly to work on his illusions, minus the sound part. But he was okay with that.
Turning around to look at the book part of the library, he moved over to the fiction section and pulled out a book. Sliding down slowly, he leaned against the book shelf and started to read. He got a few chapters into the book before he remembered why he was here and he created an illusion of the forest scene that he was reading about in the book. And because he didn't want to scare anyone to badly, he made it so that the book shelves and the physical features of the area around him were still easy to spot. Just so that he didn't have anyone tripping around and getting mad at him.
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Post by Redgrim on Feb 16, 2014 10:52:14 GMT -5
Miller had spied the inside of the room a couple times before actually entering. The library seemed as empty as it was going to be during open hours, so he might as well take his chance to snoop around and see if he can discover anything new. Entering the library was almost like his first time being within the section of the building. The new furbishing and arrangement wasn’t like anything he had known. There was plenty of ground to cover and he wasn’t going to waste such an opportunity to skulk around the area while he still could.
Miller began down an aisle of shelves, though stopped at the break up in the pattern of dull bookends. The flower was a brilliant blue and especially compared to the old washed up fabricated texts it was quite an eye-catching colour. The titan plucked the plant from its holding place and took in a strong amount of its aroma. Miller’s weak heart began to palpitate at a much faster rate, a smile of infinite wonder and pleasure grew on his face. He was quick to overlook his objective in the library, that being finding any reminisce of the fight that broke out a long while back. The room lacked any sort of damages from said brawl.
Suddenly the environment around him began to phase and shift in appearance. His eyes darted everywhere, unsure what was happening. Was it some kind of trap? He wasn’t going to stick around long enough to find out. Miller tossed the flower aside, the safety of the flower was not a priority, but his was. He quickly became lost in a maze of book shelves since the change in the setting made it more difficult to backtrack. He froze at the sight of another student, perhaps he knew the way out or what was going on at least.
“What’s going on around here?” his inflection panicked.
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Post by Olwen on Feb 16, 2014 20:56:32 GMT -5
Silas had his nose buried deep within the book, he couldn't seem to stop reading it! The drama and the crazy love story was too much for his weak soul. He wanted so badly to run back home to his sister with this book in his hands, to be able to show her just how good it was. But he knew that wouldn't ever happen, so he pulled himself away from the book. He swiftly pulled out his journal and wrote down the authors name and the book title before he stashed it away again. He slowly rubbed his temples as he turned to look for another good book, the previous setting of his last book was still projected across the library around him but he saw no reason to get rid of it. Since he was already feeling a bit tired from it, he thought it a waste to get rid of it so soon.
As Silas looked up and down the book shelves, he couldn't help but notice that someone was getting rather close to where he was. Silas wasn't sure if he should move before the poor fellow was shocked by the sudden change in his surroundings or if he should just make it go away. But before he could decide, he heard a panicked voice from behind him.
Silas turned around and took a moment to take in the guys appearance. Though Silas was accustomed to seeing strange things that he had imagined, he was not used to seeing the real deal. Silas stopped staring and made a pained expression, not feeling too good about making this guy so jittery about the scenery change. "Yea, about that. I'm sorry if that scared you, I was just practicing..." He looked up at the guys big eyes and was curious as to how he'd respond to his apology. Since there were people who loved his illusions and people who would rather get on a plane and fly away from him.
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Post by Redgrim on Feb 17, 2014 0:39:42 GMT -5
It wasn’t a trap after all, just a kid playing around with the environment. If not for his jumpiness he should have expected as much, but he was in unsafe territory he couldn’t help it otherwise. He glanced around the room, further observing the boy’s craftsmanship with his void-like eyes. His large mouth quirked in distaste. “You shouldn’t be practicing your powers in public like this… It’s hazardous” the behemoth boy ordered, though his fearful undertones hardly gave his voice the authority he required to be somewhat imposing. His appearance no doubt made up for that.
His eyes continued to investigate his surroundings since he was still not fully convinced that the boy wasn’t a decoy for someone else’s greater scheme. It was difficult to identify his eyes’ movements since they looked just about the same no matter which direction they pointed. He tried to hide his shimmering blade arm, in fear that he may spook the junior student into believing he was a threat. He couldn’t break out into a fight here, it’d bring too much attention toward himself.
His jittering jaw tried to form a smile with his unnaturally wide lips. “This place is meant for tranquility and peace, is it not? You’d disturb your fellow classmates would you not? Coming here to get work done and suddenly a vine crawls over their table” the monstrosity continued to lecture and make excuses merely because he wanted the boy to hold off his powers for his own reasons rather than to benefit the others he had stated. The humanoid creature made no movements toward the boy, he felt much more comfortable at a distance where he couldn’t grasp at him.
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Post by Olwen on Feb 17, 2014 13:36:37 GMT -5
Silas didn't disagree with the guy when had said that his powers were hazardous, it was kind of true. But it wasn't like he had the power to make his powers really there, since it was all just an illusion. The guy was very big, though Silas didn't feel threatened by his size or the massive sword/arm that he was hiding behind his back. He just hoped that the guy wasn't going to do anything mean to make him change his mind about the fellow. Everything said, he had the feeling that the guy was nice but judged because of his looks.
Silas said nothing when he moved his sword arm behind his back, or how he seemed to like the distance between them. But he didn't mind. Yet, when he spoke about his powers Silas got the feeling that he misinterpreted his abilities. His powers had nothing to do with plant growth, but he didn't know that. Why should he though, they didn't know each other at all.
"You might be thinking my powers are different than that of which they actually are, you see I can create illusions with my mind. So none of this is really here, and I can't make it go away at the moment... So would you care to tell me what you'd want me to project? This forest has grown old to me now," He looked up at the guy and wondered what he would say, or if he would just get angry that he wouldn't make it go away. But it wasn't like it was going be up for much longer, surely it only had 5-6 minutes left before it faded. "By the way, my name is Silas."
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Post by Redgrim on Feb 17, 2014 22:56:23 GMT -5
Miller’s foot offhandedly motioned over a bit of Silas’s illusions to reassure himself that what the boy was saying was true. It phased straight through as though it were a mere projection. The explanation put him no more at ease than he was originally. While, at least the boy couldn’t use the power to harm anyone, he could still use it to fool or intimidate which were equally as frightening on those who wouldn’t suspect it.
He glanced at a few fake hanging vines for a moment before giving his response. “I would like you to project an ordinary library, like the one it was only a few minutes before you cluttered it with this mess” his tone was frail, he wanted to avoid sounding too harsh with his statement in fear of the boy becoming hostile if he made a condescending inflection at any point. His eyes honed back onto the boy. “Your power may not be physical, but the danger is still there. Please turn it off”
Miller debated whether or not he should give out his name considering where the conversation was heading. He could easily report him for any number of reasons and given what he’d learned about his history at school and his feral appearance it was likely that any staff member would believe a horror story used against him. The boy handed his name out though, so he could equally do the same if Silas ever hatched such a plot. “Francis is mine” he spoke easily. He made no extra gesture toward the boy, handshakes were an easy way for an enemy to take the upper hand.
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Post by Olwen on Feb 18, 2014 17:23:43 GMT -5
Silas frowned, not really liking his reply. He got the strong feeling that this guy didn't like him one bit. Silas looked down at the book that was resting in his hands, though his mind was else where. This guy, Francis, could easily get mad of he didn't remove his illusion but he really didn't want to, even if the guy had a sword arm.
Silas looked up again and couldn't help but wonder why he was so uptight about his illusions. The library was easily visible through the illusion and it wasn't like anyone would bump into a shelf. Even if Silas wanted to make it go away, he knew that he would be totally drained from the action. He just had no experience in making them go away, his expertise was in making them. Without a word, Silas turned and picked up his backpack and threw it onto his back. Since he wouldn't/couldn't make his illusion go away, he decided that he would just move to another part of the library or to a whole other part of the campus (Or possibly reside to his room to nap, that sounded wonderful too).
As he was turning into the next isle over, he saw a lovely blue flower on the floor. He moved to pick it up and couldn't help but feel like he was imagining it, it had a sort of aura about it that put set it aside from everything else in the library. As he held it in his hand, he wondered if it was Francis's. Since this was where he had come from when he asked Silas about the illusion. He looked up slowly and was surprised to see see the blue flowers peeking out of all the books. "How strange..."
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Post by Redgrim on Feb 18, 2014 18:37:10 GMT -5
As the boy got up, most likely to leave after the way he had been treated, Miller or Francis rather felt accomplished. He held no joy on his face, but if anything it was closer to silencing one more voice and that point was gleaming like gold in his mind. Silas may end up hating him, but he wasn’t at the school to make friends nor was he looking to make any. As long as he didn’t have any violent intentions everything was fine just as it was.
When Silas left down the hall of books that Miller had entered from, the flower had sprung back into his mind. Originally he just thought that the plant was used as a ploy in order to attract attention and spring the illusion trap, but given that the cornflower had physical properties to it, it couldn’t have been faked by the boy. The sweet scent of the flower could be matched by none, he had to retrieve what he left behind.
He gasped at his realization and spun back around to follow the boy in suit. His sudden panic was a bit more than his body could handle and he instantly began to violently cough as he entered the aisle once more. “Wait… -ACK- Not again” he began with his loud order and ended with a weakly wheeze. He began to punch himself on the chest to try to ease his lungs, but it didn’t stop his broken gasps for air. He softly stabbed his blade into the floor to better his balance. “Never mind… Keep it” he spoke in broken intervals due to his horrid cough sprung from a bad scoff of air.
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Post by Olwen on Feb 20, 2014 21:06:16 GMT -5
As he was staring at the blue flower, he heard the other guy move to where he was. Silas looked up just as he stumbled into the isle and started hacking like it was nobodies business. He instinctively reached a hand out to him as a kind gesture, but pulled his hand back when he remembered how he had responded to his illusion before. Surely he didn't want help from him. Silas stood straight up and watched for a painful moment as he was coughing, not sure if he would even be able to help. When Francis mentioned the flower and how he could keep it, Silas gave him a funny look. Perhaps he had not realized that there were many blue flowers and not just the one he was holding.
Silas smiled and quickly handed the guy the flower in his hand, bowed and turned to leave. As he walked down the isle, he swiftly plucked two of the other blue flowers from their resting places within the poetry books. One for him, and one for his friend Iris. Before he was out of the isle, he waved over his shoulder and called [softly] out to Francis, "Enjoy the flower, it's my gift to you."
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Post by Redgrim on Feb 20, 2014 22:32:13 GMT -5
The flower the boy held was the only one that Miller knew was real, the rest could be just as phony as the rest of the environment that Silas had created. The sweet scent of the flower was too great for him to just allow to slip out of his grasp, but the attack on his lungs was too much for him to just glance over. It wasn’t the first occurrence of this, but at least he wheezes weren’t accompanied with blood this time around. He grasped at his heart, for some reason thinking it would help him any.
The creature’s wild black eyes gazed into the boy opposite to him as he handed over the flower. His vision narrowed to the pedals of the plant as the succulent aura aroused his olfactory senses. His breathes were hardly at ease after such a coughing fit, but they were quickly dilating with every nose-full he got. He brought himself back onto his feet properly, with the support of a nearby bookshelf, though not without another lowly hack that arose from somewhere deep.
After the boy left however. “Might not have –ACK- as much time as I would’ve hoped. –ACK- As they would’ve hoped. –WHEEZE- Can’t fail now though… for the sake of the humans” he quietly made his monologue. He placed the cornflower in his pocket as he hobbled away, seeking the only person he knew that could help him.
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Post by Olwen on Feb 21, 2014 22:22:04 GMT -5
-End of Thread?-
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