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Post by Star on Mar 27, 2015 6:03:26 GMT
Deimos leaned to the side to balance the radio he was holding awkwardly in one hand while he tried to fit the spring back in place with the other. He almost had it- “Akk, god dammit.” the radio slipped and the spring jumped out of his hold, hitting him in the forehead and rolling off into the shadows under his bead. With a sigh Deimos moved the radio off his lap and lay on his stomach to look for it. “What are you doing?” The voice startled him and he almost smacked his head pulling it out from under the bed. “What are you doing here?” he rolled onto his back to look up at Nivon who was watching him with raised eyebrows. “I don’t even get a ‘thank you for risking your life for me Nivon’?” he asked, putting his hands on his hips “No.” Deimos rolled back over reaching an arm back under the bed. “You’re back early. How’d it go?” “I’m a little insulted that you have to ask. I don’t think I’m going to tell you anything until you show some appreciation.” “Nivon.” “What are you do anyway? Doesn’t look like anything productive. Are you working on a radio?” Deimos craned his neck, looking back over his shoulder to see Nivon lean down to pick up the half-finished radio. “How is this going to help you? You know that the Rep is going to be here tomorrow?” “I know.” Deimos said. “ “Well-“ “Can’t you be quiet? I’m trying to concentrate.” Nivon snorted. “Concentrate, at what? You look like an idiot.” “I’m trying to find my spring.” The words were muffled as he stuck his head back under, this time with a penlight in his hand. “Ha!” he saw a glint off in the corning, and with some wiggling he managed to retrieve it. “Ha ha!” he added sitting and holding it up triumphantly. “You’re all dusty.” Nivon crinkled his nose “And you’re hair is a mess.” He reached down to pat dust off Deimos’ shoudlers “Doesn’t matter.” Deimos said, but he didn’t stop him. Instead he picked up the radio again and got back to work. “What are you doing with a radio?” Nivon asked, looking over his shoulder, eyeing the radio skeptically. “You going to call them?” “No I’m going to send a signal for the radio to turn on.” Deimos said, still fiddling with it. “So we don’t have to be anywhere nearby.” “That’s going to be are bomb?” Nivon raised an eyebrow. “No I’ts going to be the timer. Be helpful and hand me that.” Deimos pointed without looking at a pile of crates in the corner. “Ah yes ‘that’” Nivon went where he pointed anyway, lifting up stray junk on top of the crates. “What am I getting?” “Brown wires.” Deimos instructed. “And RDX.” He added when Nivon was already half of the way back “Ugg, get that yourself. I don’t want to die.” “Which is you get it and I don’t.’ Deimos looked up and gave him a sunny smile. “We’d all hate it if I died.” Nivon rolled his eyes and stomped back over to the crates. He was much more careful on his way back, setting the box down carefully as he sank to sit next to Deimos, who held his hand out. “Wires.” Nivon made a weird whiny noise but handed the wires over anyway. “So Deimos, if this radio is going into your bomb.” “Yes?” Deimos gave him a quick glance when Nivon trailed off. “Then doesn’t that make it a boom-box.” Deimos threw the radio at his smirking face.
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Post by Cel-Chan on Apr 8, 2015 20:52:46 GMT
"Hey! Lisa!" Toro called over to her, smirking slightly. "Aren't you cold?" Lisa stopped at a fair distance away, a face mixed with slight discomfort and annoyance as she tried to stop her teeth from chattering. She decided that she was going to prove that people from the much warmer climates could handle this frigid kind of weather. But it seemed like her luck of being invincible to the cold did not exist in the slightest, as she felt herself chattering the second she woke up that morning. She felt that sometime on her ten minute walk to the football field of their school that she would just turn into a giant ice cube and glide across the sidewalk until she arrived at the school. In her frustration, she reached down and grabbed a pile of snow, coiled it up into a ball and chucking it at Toro's face. She heard a slight pfft! coming from the impact of the snow hitting Toro in the face, and she was now the one smirking. Toro on the other hand was now spitting out the snow and frantically wiping it off his face. Afterwards, he turned to Lisa, that smirk now curled into a pathetic fake frown as he stared at her. He almost looked like a pug with the face he had. "What was that for? Is it because you are cold?" "No I'm completely fine. I'm just offended that you cannot see that this kind of weather is nothing against me." Lisa turned to him with a slight grin, yet that discomfort in her face appeared again. It was way too cold for her, and picking up that pile of frigid snow probably made it much worse now. Toro noticed the discomfort in her face, but he said nothing about it. Instead he just copied her grin. "Very well, forgive me for being a skeptic. It seems that you're ready to start the extreme snowball fight extravaganza." "That I am." She was totally not. "Splendid." Toro said with a huff. He fixed his coat a slight bit before he pointed to two large lumps in the middle of the field. "I decided since you were taking so long to get here, to make your fort for you." "I feel loved..." Lisa muttered sarcastically under her breath. Toro raised a brow, but he immediately picked up the sarcasm leaking from her voice. "Well then... I say I'm going to win this fight."
Lisa cowered pathetically behind the fort that Toro built for her... ever so lovingly as she gathered up a few small snowballs ready for combat. She felt the chill of the snow from the fort crawl down her back, and her chattering began once again. She decided to push herself away from the wall of the fort as she peaked up over the small hedge to see Toro fixing up the last few rounds of snow. He turned to face her, that smirk was never going to leave his face. "READY?!" He called over. "PREPARE TO EAT SNOW!" Lisa shouted back, chucking the first one straight at his face. However, she was greeted by one hitting her in the arm. She yelped in shock and ducked behind the wall, trying to stop her chattering as she heard Toro let out a simple laugh and taunt. Jerk... Lisa grabbed the next snowball and waited for Toro to not be a chicken, yet just as she rose, she dove back down onto the ground, feeling the cold snow go through her shirt and towards her stomach. The sweater she had one was not doing jack shit to keep her warm. At least Toro didn't hit her with the snowball. She slowly rose up again, and chucked the snowball at the back of his head. A smirk curling on her lips. She saw Toro flinch as the snowball slammed right into the back of his head, and heard a slight gasp as he turned to face her. But at the time, She dove back down to the safety of the ground and the horribly built wall, now getting pummeled by snowball after snowball. She watched the wall of snow flinch and move just a tiny bit as it continued to be slammed by snowball after snowball of Toro just trying to get back at her. This wall wasn't going to last long. The round of snowball fighting continued, with Toro obviously winning. They had lost track of time such a long time ago, but getting pummeled with snowball after snowball just never seemed to stop the two from having fun. For once, Lisa was having some fun. But soon the cold kicked in over time. This time she found herself hunching over and coiling up in a ball to try and keep herself warm as she attempted to evade the snowballs Toro chucked from only a few feet away. Occasionally, as the match would go on, she would rise up and throw one, only to have it miss horribly, hit the wall, and one uber rare occasions, actually hit Toro in the back of the head. She would make excuses to Toro that she was making a whole bunch of snowballs to throw at him, and was an expert dodger of snow... which was absolute crap right now, as she felt melting snow trickle down her hair. Lisa began to whimper, trying to savor as much warmth as she can, and not show Toro the obvious discomfort of the cold. But soon, everything went silent.
"Giving up?!" Toro called over, feeling triumphant with that stupid smirk on his face. But as he looked over, he saw Lisa coiled up and shivering behind her now slightly demolished wall. With a frown, he jumped over his wall... unsuccessfully that is, and staggered a slight bit over to Lisa and her wall. "... Hey. Are you ok?" "I'm fine," She whimpered stubbornly. But Toro could hear the chattering in her voice. "... Are you cold?" "No I'm not," She spat, but she continued to shiver. Toro frowned a bit. He kicked down the wall blocking the two of them and stepped over it, this time successfully. He unzipped his jacket and threw it over Lisa's shoulders, before crouching to her level and ruffling her hair. "Better?" He asked with a slight grin. Lisa looked down, feeling a little bit pathetic that she didn't want to bring a jacket. "... Yeah... Better." "Good!" Toro stood up, kicking some snow around before he turned to her. "... Sun is starting to go down. We should start heading back soon." Lisa emerged from her coiled up ball position and nodded, moving Toro's jacket a slight bit over her shoulders. "Ok..." She headed on after him, her gaze down at the ground a bit. "... So you were freezing the whole time?" He asked, not facing her. "It wasn't that bad..." Lisa protested at first. "So you regret not bringing a jacket just in case?" "..." She kept silent, sighing in defeat. "Har har har." Toro turned to face her, grinning slightly. "Be glad at least I had a jacket." He ruffled her hair once again. Lisa felt her cheeks go red, but she hid them by lowering her head towards her shoes, now engulfed by all of the snow in the field. "How about we get some hot chocolate?" Toro suggested. "And when are you giving my jacket back? I kinda need it..." Lisa looked up at him and smirked. "When I get hot chocolate, maybe I'll consider giving it back to you." She stuck her tongue out at him.
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Prompt to Star: The weirdest food fight ever
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Post by Trevrizent on Apr 8, 2015 23:03:29 GMT
“I want to go to the moon,” she said, pressing her face against the window pane, staring up at that cold lump of rock lighting up the night sky. “I want to see it really up close.” He stood somewhere between the foot of her bed and the door. He felt it would be cruel to be anywhere else. She looked at him with a smile that lit up her whole face. “Big brother, can I go to the moon someday?” His eyes were hidden behind the hair that fell over his face. He was dark as storm clouds, but she seemed to be that one ray of sunshine that could pierce into any dark corner. “Sure,” he said. “Why not.” She laughed and clapped her hands. “Yay! I hope you can come too! We should go together!” The clock on the nightstand read half past nine. “It’s way past your bedtime,” he said. “Oh, okay,” she replied, pulling all the covers up to her chin as she settled down. “Sing me a song!” she demanded. “What song should I sing?” he asked. “That pretty one from the story books!” “Oh, that one. I know it well enough.” He broke his promise and crossed the floor to sit on the edge of her bed. His back to the window and the faceless moon, he sang her the song she loved to hear him sing.
Hush now, quiet, bue keuked Don’t worry your pretty head The ookami all sleep, the willows don’t weep I am here tonight, you’re safe in my arms Ryadom na moy serdtse, gde vas prinadlezhite
He sang in the shadows because that was where he belonged after all.
When she had finally drifted off, he went downstairs. His father and mother both sat at the kitchen table. The father was drinking. The mother was silent. “You’ve said your piece to her. Get out of my house.” It did not matter who said it, they both felt the same. He bowed shortly to them. “Thank you for letting me see her.” “I said get out of my house, monster!” The monster left their house.
“Are you paying attention, 28?” He looked up from his lap. “Hmm? What?” The grizzled, elderly lady sighed. “28, you need to stop staring off. What is the matter with you?” 28 was quiet for a moment. “Does it have to do with your leave of absence?” she asked. He nodded. “Well?” 28 flinched. “Is it really all that important?” “If it impedes my work, then it definitely concerns me.” 28 knew he had to tell her then. “It’s my sister.” “Oh, right. I forgot you had one.” She took her glasses off and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “She turned five recently, so I wanted to see her. Hence my leave of absence.” “And the director approved?” “She has cancer.” The woman was quiet. “I see.” “She has only a few years to live. If she’s lucky.” “So that’s what’s bothering you…” “I want another leave of absence,” he said lowly. The doctor was furious. “You just took a leave of absence, 28! We won’t make any progress if you keep running off all the time. I get that the director can show sympathies, but even his buttons get pressed from time to time. Watch what you say.” “I want to take her to the moon.” The doctor facepalmed. “I be able to make enough with the experiments here,” he said. “I am being compensated after all.” “28… a rocket trip to the moon costs millions. Not only that, but you have to set it up in advance and…” She saw the look on his face. “Wow. You’re being serious…” “Tell the Director what I want. I want her and I to go to the moon together.” “28, you’re really pushing it.” 28 laughed. The doctor was caught off guard. 28 had never laughed in his life. “All I have left is my sister. She’s dying. When she dies, I die too. But then… you can do whatever you want with a dead person, can’t you?” He did not mean literally. “Yes…” she said. “You’re saying you want us to pay you in advance.” He nodded. “And I’ll work off a lifetime of debt in return.” “I will pose it to the Director… You may get lucky this time. You are our favorite test subject.” 28 grinned.
“It’s the moon.” “And it’s much closer now,” 28 said. “Now that it’s several feet in front of us.” They were staring out the window at the moon before them. What would have normally taken years and years to accomplish normally, 28 had gotten it done in a little less than three. His sister’s health had declined rapidly. She had held on to the promise of the moon, and now that it was here… “I’m tired, big brother. Will you sing me a song?” He smiled. “What song do you want to hear?” “The one that you used to sing me, all those years ago.” “I know that one very well.” She smiled. “No one sings it like you do.” “Doesn’t mother try?” She shook her head. “She tried it once, but I said I wanted you to sing it. She hasn’t sung to me since.” She frowned and looked up at him. “Why you and not me? Is it because I am sick?” He nodded. “You were sick so young. The parents could not sell you off. No one would buy you.” “It would have been nice,” she said, with a bit of longing in her voice. He scoffed. “Not so nice as you think.” “It’s like that line in a movie once: I’d rather be miserable with you than miserable without you.” “I couldn’t stand for you to be miserable at all. At least your life has been a good one.” She was quiet for a bit. Very quiet. Strapped in the chair so she would not float around, she blinked languidly at the window. “Will you sing me that song?” He leaned against the wall next to her, holding her hand in his. He sang in the shadows because that was where he belonged.
Hush now, quiet, bue keuked Don’t worry your pretty head The ookami all sleep, the willows don’t weep I am here tonight, you’re safe in my arms Ryadom na moy serdtse, gde vas prinadlezhite
And when she died, so did he.
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Prompt to Cel: A butcher, a baker, and a candlestick maker.
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Post by dawny on Apr 10, 2015 3:55:24 GMT
“What the fuck. Why would someone steal a string instrument?” Drago demanded. “It’s like, just a box with some strings on it?” He turned to his partner for some sort of validation to his argument. He found none. Zeke was watching wit with a half-bored, half-irritated expression and made no move to do anything at all besides stare back at Drago. “What the fuck, honestly. Why do we have to take care of this? This isn’t important!” He threw his hands into the air. “Keep your hands on the wheel,” was Zeke’s only comment. Drago huffed with irritation, both at the assignment and with his friend’s apparent complete lack of concern for their current assignment. He pouted in silence all the way to their drop point. He parked the civilian car and slammed the door closed. “Hey, keep it down,” Zeke lectured as he stepped out onto the street, and then pointed to the parking meter. “Aren’t you going to pay the meter?” Drago turned to face him, looking disgusted. “No. Are you going to give me a ticket?” Zeke rolled his eyes and turned away to adjust his gun holster and make sure his jacked covered it completely so it couldn’t be seen. Dragon made his way around the car to fall into step next to Zeke. They walked in silence around the street corner into an ally. A garish neon sign in the shape of a rose lit the space. Below it was an otherwise unmarked door. Drago tried the doorknob on the door when the two men reached it, and found it locked. Zeke bent down to the keyhole and pulled his lock pick from his pocket and had the door open in a matter of moments. He looked up at Drago and nodded. Drago stepped to the side of the door and flung it open out into the alley to reveal a staircase leading downwards. He relaxed and stepped into the doorway and started heading down the stairs when Zeke tapped him on the shoulder and pointed back up out the door. He turned to see two people entering the ally, one of them carrying what was unmistakably a base, the other empty handed. They appeared not to have noticed Drago and Zeke. The two policemen pulled the door closed behind them and retreated halfway down the staircase. Above them, the door opened and the two men walked through, the one carrying the base ahead of his companion. Preoccupied as he was with carrying the unwieldy instrument down the stairs, he didn’t notice Drago or Zeke until he was nearly upon them. “Put down the base,” Drago ordered calmly. “Wha?” stammered the man. “Set down the base,” Drago repeated his command. Unfortunately, the man did no such thing. He turned back and shoved past his companion, running for the freedom of the ally. Drago jumped forward in pursuit. He pulled his gun from its holster, holding it out towards the fleeing thieves. “Stop!” he shouted. The man didn’t stop. His companion did his best to trip Drago as he ran past up the stairs. By the time he’d gotten to the top, the thief was halfway to the end of ally. “DROP THE BASE! DROP IT OR I’LL SHOOT!” He yelled, bringing his gun up. The man continued to run. Dragon skidded to a halt and paused to aim, and then fired at the back of the man’s leg. When the thief yelled out in pain and fell forward, Drago knew he’d hit his mark. He made his way over to the thief laying on the ground, tutting. “Man, all you had to do was drop the base!” He was chortling as his wit all the way back to the station.
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Prompt for Nii: What Makes and Angel Cry?
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Post by Star on Apr 11, 2015 1:10:53 GMT
“This is the end of your training, perhaps the end of your lives.” Their captain paced in front of them, looking down her nose. “They-” she threw out an arm, pointing across the hilly landscape, “will show you no mercy. Kill them first.” “They can’t do this.” The boy beside Nikolai whispered, voice cracking. Han was a tiny thing, pitiful looking. But none of the rest of them were better. They were all just terrified boys, looking ridiculous in helmets and armor that was made for larger people. “Attention!” the captain practically screamed. “Mark my words, boys. Out there we’re on our own. If you want to survive you’ll fight. If you want to eat, we capture their camp. You idiots understand?” There was no echo of “Yes ma’am,” just shocked silence. But she didn’t give them time to contemplate it. “Guns up! Move out!” She swept her arm out and the boys fanned out behind her, creeping through the brush. Nikolai stayed beside Han, keeping an eye on him. “Take your helmet off.” He advised the first time the smaller boy stumbled. “Yeah, I guess I can’t see.” Han tried to smile, but ended up looking sick. Nikolai bit back his anger and tried to smile for the other boy, probably doing just as bad a job at looking cheerful. What did the empire think this would accomplish. Two months of training didn’t make them soldiers, it just made them boys who could shoot guns. They weren’t brave; their only incentive was self-preservation. ‘If you want to eat, we capture their camp.’ The captain had said. Had the Empire deprive them on rations on purpose? Or maybe it didn’t matter because if they didn’t capture the camp then they were dead anyway. It wasn’t a very motivating thought, but at this point Nik doubted his morale could actually get any lower. He was wrong. The sun lowered over the horizon as the boys continued to trek along, intermittently freezing and ducking as their captain signaled. It was exhausting, each one of paranoid and terrified. They came to the camp just as the sun was slipping over horizon, and the lights in the compound were starting to turn on. Their captain help up an arm for them to stop “We take out the electric fence and storm the headquarters.” She pointed to the biggest of the ramshackle buildings. “We shoot to kill.” They were spotted fifty meters form the fence line, and the first shot rang out, followed by a scrawled scream, and another wail of fear. “Charge!” the captain yelled. Shooting back at the guard. Panicked boys sprinted for the fence. Nikolai dragged Han with him and dashed for the nearest cover, a scraggly tree. When he let go Han collapsed, staring at Nikolai with glassy eyes. “We- we gotta, I gotta eat.” He panted. Nik ground his teeth. He was hungry too, he understood what was happening, they all understood what was happening. Their lives were forfeit anyway, they’d all rather throw away their lives trying to get a bight than stay safe and starve. “Alright.” He said. “But we go together. We can survive this.” “Sure.” Han said vaguely. He pushed himself up and looked around at the camp again. “Run.” Nikolai grabbed his arm and sprinted for the fence. Somehow they made it close without being shot, and when they reached the fence Nikolai saw why The captain and some of the other boys had gotten there first. The passed by two forms on the ground that Nikolai refused to look at closely, and another that unmistakably wore the blue uniform they’d been trained to associate with evil. Han saw it before Nikolai did, and skidded to halt, his eyes fixed on the ground just outside the broken fence. “Oh god.” A boy lay on the ground, over the wires, still twitching, even though there was no mistaking he was dead. “She killed him.” Han said. “She pushed him over didn’t she?” Nikolai nodded mutely. He didn’t need to have seen it to know that’s exactly what their captain would have done. “Come on, we have to keep going.” He nudged Han forward again and he squeezed his eyes shut as he jumped over the body on the fence. A shot wised past Nikolai’s ear, as he followed Han and both boys dropped. Nikolai fired off a shot in return and pushed Han up, “Go, fast!” It didn’t take them long to catch up with the fighting around the headquarters. Their captain was screaming orders and firing off shots from behind a cargo truck, just barely keeping the boys together. Until a figure sprinted up behind them and yelled. “I found the rations!” They broke rank and ran in the direction he pointed, not willing to fight and die for their countries, but satisfied to die in there pursuit of filling their stomachs. They were no true threat, but that made no difference to the soldiers around the headquarters. “Let’s go!” Han took no notice as ran after them “No!” Nikolai jumped after him but he was too late, Han dashed into the open street, and just as quickly he was no longer running. “Han!” Nikolai cried running to drop down beside him. He grabbed Han’s wrist, but there was no need to check for a pulse. He looked up from his friend in time to see the solider raising his gun again, and that was the last thing he saw.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ for Dawny : Copenhagen Interpretation
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Post by dawny on Apr 12, 2015 23:27:46 GMT
Now you’ve done it. You looked. Now it just you and me, you and me all in our little work. Do you like it? I hope so. I had to make it up all on my own, you see. And you’ll be staying here for quite a while. Oh, didn’t you know? This is your reality now, your only reality. Outside of here, you don’t exist. I’m the only reason that you are here, you should thank me. I’m the one who sees you. I’m the one who validates you. I’m the one who proves your existence. Without me, you would have nothing. You wouldn’t be anything. After all, people can’t see past glass walls. We’ll wait here, you’ll wait with me. Do you think someone else will ever open that door? No, because out there is nothing. Out there doesn’t exist. Oh, but you know it exists, you say? Does it know you exist? It doesn’t. You’ll never be able to open that door. It doesn’t have a handle from this side. Go ahead, try it. So does it really exist, then? You’ll never see it, it will never see you. It can’t affect you, and therefore it is nothing, and nothing can’t affect you, can it? The universe is gone, because of you. Everything is gone. No, that’s not quite right. It doesn’t exist. It was never here. All that’s left you and me. Like quarks, we are. There can’t ever be just one. And here you are looking, seeing. You see me when no one else has, you see me when no one else does. You have given me reality.
Why did you look, you fool.
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For Star: Mass Defect
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Post by Star on Apr 15, 2015 1:32:24 GMT
Kay so its not really mass defect but whatevs
This was it, Nali knew from the moment she glanced up at the others around her. Markus and Rigby, Kalan and White, and Olin. “We did it.” I wasn’t really a question. She was testing the words. “Yes.” Markus said, as if it were dawning on him too. She knew what her peers thought about this, but she couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her face. She’d be happy for them. They’d been so close for so long, and now they had it. It finally sunk in; they had the equation. They’d solved it. “We did it. We did it!” They were relieved and giddily, exhausted from the stress that was finally lifting. But it was only skin deep. None of them seamed truly happy, Nali thought, none of them but her. And yet they didn’t dare not to smile. When the officers arrived, already half-drunk, the scientist’s laughs became forced and one by one they made excuses to leave. For once the soldiers didn’t make her uncomfortable. They only knew half of what they were celebrating. But Nali understood. And she was happy, not just relieved like the other scientists were. She wasn’t worried or unsure. She knew what would happen now; they would finally be able to test their calculations. And after that, she knew what could happen, what must. They would use them. “Olin.” She chided when she found him leaning against the wall watching the officers. “Why didn’t you go back with Markus?” He ignored the question, asking instead. “You know what happens now. This isn’t right. This is science, it shouldn’t be war.” “It should be used.” Nali pushed Olin out the door ahead of her. “And it will be. We can’t stop that now.” “Why are you happy about this!” he pulled away from her a whirled around. “Maybe you don’t understand. All you see are numbers! How can you be happy?” “Because I’m not scared.” She said softly. He blinked at her for a second, uncomprehending. “Well you should be.” Then he turned and walked away.
It took them three months but Nali wasn’t worried. She’d know from when they first balanced the equation that everything would come together. And now here she was, standing on her roof, looking out into the dessert, at the little speck of black that represented the tower a ground zero. She saw the look on Markus’s face, apprehension, disgusts. She heard Onlin beside her, “This is wrong.” And then all she cared about the countdown that cracked from the radio, and the directors final words. “I am become death, destroyer of worlds.” It was beautiful, the flash, the blossoming cloud, the glass that was left when they were allowed to approach ground zero again. When Nali held it in her hand she no longer had to imagine the heat or the fire, or the beautiful power. Their beautiful power now.
~~~~~~ Dawny: something hard. Ha! Write about a (romantic) couple doing something non dangerous. And no death or hurt of any other kind. no angst. no cheating.
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Post by Trevrizent on Apr 15, 2015 2:19:10 GMT
I have the heart to go on But not the strength to make an exchange Equivalence I can’t come back, I can’t go back now Desire overtakes me I tremble, I am faltering But a life for a life Is far too high a price to pay The immeasurable cannot be accounted for I am not worth dying for I will leave all my words unspoken I will leave everyone broken Fragile and hopeless Fractured and helpless And we’re both screaming For a sorrow, for such an agony As this
I made an angel cry tonight For the agony pulsing with every heartbeat Every breath I take I’m breathing shards of glass Every tear I shed is molten lead But there’s not enough blood to bleed out this pain There’s not enough games to end this reign Of judgment. Decisions. And mercy me, I’m only human I made an angel cry tonight
He bows to me and takes my hand We dance under scintillating chandeliers To the tune of marionette piano notes We watch them die only to die again Their vessels fall like shards of broken dreams In a coliseum of forgotten memories To heaven or to hell We stand and judge them well To you this all was nothing Until I stepped in and fractured your world I watched the light die in your eyes As from your mouth poured primal cries There’s beauty in the agony Of feeling human
I made an angel cry tonight For the agony pulsing with every heartbeat Every breath I take I’m breathing shards of glass Every tear I shed is molten lead But there’s not enough blood to bleed out this pain There’s not enough games to end this reign Of judgment. Decisions. And mercy me, I’m only human I made an angel cry tonight
Breathe in and out, through the pain Erase the scars, let it fade away Hold onto me, it will be alright I made you, my angel, cry tonight We were made to die because we live And in all your dreams, remember this Remember me In your memory
~~~~~~~~~ I was originally going to write a story, but that did not work. And then I remembered that gut-wrenching ending to Death Parade, and this song was born.
For Star: A pineapple takes the train to London to became a singer in One Direction. But then Harry falls in love with the pineapple. How will his obsessive, and possibly wicked, step-mother handle all this? Write from her perspective.
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Post by Star on Apr 15, 2015 2:26:58 GMT
I hated that Harry boy from the moment I met him. I always though he was wacko. I liked his father though. His father hads money. And now had proof that he was physcho, talking about Pineapples. It look a while to convince the doctors, what with him being famouse, but once they heard about his pinapple, they understood where my concern came from. It was a pleasure to see him committed to Ransler Mental heath Hospital.
~~~~ For Niitari Easter being adorable with at least two members of his family, two years from when he conquered Pendragon, and nobody is sad, angry, crazy, hurt, dreaming, mistaken, pretending, sad, being manipulated, or dead. It has to be fluff and at least 20 lines long.
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Post by Trevrizent on Apr 15, 2015 4:07:54 GMT
“Easter!”” With a gasp, Easter opened his eyes. Above him, the sunlight filtered through green leaves. Birds flew by overhead, and he watched them go. “Bluebirds…?” he murmured. “Easter.” He turned away from the sight of the birds and instead, looked up and into the face of his sister, Cecie. He blinked slowly. “Were you dreaming?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. Easter brought his hand to his face, flexing his fingers. “I think so…” “What was it about?” she asked, sitting down on the grass next to him. She sat Indian style, plopping a book into her lap as she watched him intently. He smirked. “I dreamed that I killed all these people… and forced Artemis Pendragon to marry me… and…” Cecie laughed. “Force her to marry you?” she asked. “Uh-huh… you couldn’t force her to do anything. Sorry, but she has a will of iron, you know.” “Yah, and you two better start getting along better. She is my wife after all.” Cecie giggled. “I’m just teasing her. She takes everything so seriously.” Easter sat up and rubbed some leaves out of his hair. Little boy. Six years old. Screaming and writhing on the ground, clutching a bleeding stump of an arm. Standing over him. Smiling. Grinning. Pulling the trigger. Easter dropped his head in his hands. It was a dream, but it had felt so real. “Easter..?” Cecie leaned over to look him in the eyes from between his fingers. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He dropped his hands and looked up. “Yah, I’m fine.” She cocked her head to the other side. “Eeeeeaaaasstttterrrrr?” she asked, poking him in the forehead. He batted her hand away. “Wha-at?” “You’ve been having some funny dreams lately, haven’t you?” she asked. “You’ve been having them for a while, huh? Are they really this bad?” “I guess.” “Hmmmm,” she mumbled, tapping her finger against her chin. Then she stopped and looked over his shoulder. She waved at something behind him. “Hey! Artemis, come here!” Easter looked over to see his beautiful wife come over to them. She patted Easter on the head. “Well, hello you two.” “Hey, Artemis,” Easter greeted her. “Easter’s been having weird dreams,” Cecie said. Easter looked at Artemis and wiggled his eyebrows. She slapped him. “Ow.” Cecie sputtered and rolled over laughing. “Honestly though,” Easter said. He told Artemis about the dreams. Artemis was quiet for a moment. “Ever heard of parallel worlds?” she asked. “Sure,” Easter said. “Like in that Star Trek episode?” “Um… yah, like science fiction,” Artemis replied. “Maybe the dreams seem so real to you because what you’re really seeing are memories from your alternate self.” Easter’s eyes widened slightly. “So my… my alternate self would do all those horrible things then?” “In another world, yes,” she replied. “I mean, it’s probably not a perfect copy of ours. So different things happened that made you do what you did in that world.” Cecie kicked Easter’s leg with her foot. “Really? Parallel worlds? I think you’ve just been sniffing some strange plants in this here forest. You Pendragons and your backwoods nature…” “We are not backwoods hillbilly redneck scum!” Artemis growled. “You said it, not me.” “That’s enough, young lady,” Artemis growled again. Cecie stuck her tongue out at her. “Seriously!” Artemis growled. Easter dropped his head in his hands. Reality was more problematic than worrying about dreams.
~~~~ Prompt for Star: A serial killer falls in love with his victim.
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Post by Star on Apr 23, 2015 23:20:31 GMT
Three. She’d killed three. Broken her heart three times, broken their hearts too. Felix had been first, her angel, and then Layla, the light of her life. And then Orin. Kalin could still feel the recoil of the gun in her hand, a day later, could still see the pain in Orin’s eyes when he looked up to see his attacker. She could still hear his voice, his scream. His pain, the site of his blood wrenched her heart. The panic and grief making her knees weak. Even though she’d planned it, even though she’d done it before, it was shocking. “Orin!” she’d dropped the gun and run to where he was crumpled, pressing a hand to his bloody chest. She’d been glad the deed was final, or she would have taken it back. Orin had made no attempt to move away, he still loved her. He would have killed her if he could, Kalin had known. But she also knew that he could not stop loving her. “I love you… I thought you loved me.” She did. She had that was why she’d had to kill him. “Of course I do. Of course.” Her hands had clenched his shirt and she’d bent low, pressing her forehead to his shoulder. “I’m so-” No that was the one thing she could not think. “I don’t want you to go.” “Why?” he croaked. Kalin had unbent, reaching to put a hand on his cheek. “Because I love you. Because of how I love you and how you love me.” Orin had shuddered and reached, struggling for a breath as his lungs filled with blood. “No, no no no.” She’d pressed a hand to her mouth so her scream couldn’t be heard. “Don… cry.” The barely audible words had frozen her for a second. “Orin I won’t,” she’d wiped her cheeks and looked back at him. He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen, even pale and bloody, the light dying from his eyes. He’d reached up to put a hand over hers on his check and they’d sat like that as his breathing become more haggard and his eyes lost focus. Kalin had leaned down to give him one last kiss and then he was gone. The kings soldiers found her crouched over Orin’s body, still holding him, tears wet on her face. She’s fought feebly when they pulled her away, and then not at all as she realized that it would do no good. They’d loved Orin and they loved the king more than they loved her. They had taken her to the king’s palace, to an isolated cell, and left her alone with her grief, to scream and cry and listen to the silence.
Time didn’t seem to pass in her cell, but that didn't matter. She knew what would happen eventually. She didn’t know if she wanted it to or not, but that did not matter. Eventually the king would come to her and she would love her as she could love him. Anyone who met the king was bound to fall in love with him. He was a leader, born to be worshiped, just as she was, just as Orin and the other two had been. And then she would kill him, lose the man she loved to her own hand. And it would be four.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Prompt for Nii: His last night on earth.
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Post by dawny on Apr 25, 2015 21:53:25 GMT
“Angel, how are you possibly still asleep? And do you have to lock the door?” Aeletheia jiggled the handle on Angel’s bedroom door back and forth energetically, but to no avail. It stayed locked, and she got no response from the inhabitant of the room. “What are you doing?” someone asked from behind Lethe, making her jump. She spun around to see another girl about her age standing in the hall, watching her curiously. “You, you’re um, umm,” Lethe snapped her fingers and then pointed at the girl, remembering, “You’re Emily, right? You just started working in reception.” “Uh huh!” Emily said cheerfully, and then nodded to the door behind Lethe. “But that’s the godfather’s room, isn’t it?” “Yep.” Lethe bobbed her head up and down. “I’m trying to wake him up. He’s got a lotta things to do.” “Oh. But shouldn’t you let him wake up on his own?” Emily continued to look confused and a little anxious. “He might not like it if you wake him up.” Lethe snorted. “Of course he won’t. But if I don’t, he’ll literally stay in bed all day. Cuz he’s LAZIEST godfather in Gildargen!” She turned sideways to say loudly in the direction of the door, punctuating with a sharp rap on the door. Emily jumped when Lethe hit the door and took a half-step backwards. Lethe frowned. “Why are you so jumpy? What are you afraid of?” “Um.” Emily shrugged uncomfortably. “Nothing, really. Um, it’s just, what if you make him angry? He might not want to be woken up. Aren’t you worried about what he might do?” “Not really.” Emily started to look very concerned. “But he’s so scary when he gets mad, haven’t you ever seen him get angry before?” “Oh. Um, not really actually. I mean, I’ve seen him angry before but we don’t really fight a lot, so,” Lethe shrugged. “I guess he is kinda scary right after he gets up though, his hair’s all sticking up and he looks a like a demonic bunny.” She grinned at the mental image. Emily appeared to be at a loss for a good way to respond to this girl comparing her godfather to a rabbit. She just stared at Lethe until Lethe stopping grinning and cleared her throat uncomfortably. “Yeah anyways, I should probably see if I can get him up now.” “Oh, right, um, good luck!” Emily said before scurrying away down the hall, leaving Lethe in front of the door alone again, and slightly more confused than she had been before. She waited a moment, and then turned back to the door and drummed out a rhythm with her knuckles. “Okay Angel, you’ve got to be awake by now.” She got a muffled groaning sound in response. “Well you shouldn’t have scheduled a morning meeting then,” Lethe said, unfazed. There was no response She clasped her hands together in front of her and asked in her most syrupy-sweet voice,“Open the doooooor, pretty please, Angel love?” There was silence, and then a little click and then a thump and then more silence. She tried the door again and found it unlocked, though when she opened it, Angel had already managed to make it back into his bed. She closed the door behind her and crossed the room to the windows. She pulled the curtains open dramatically, but it was unfortunately cloudy outside and the weak sunlight didn’t help very much to brighten up the room. “You should get up and take a shower,” she told Angel as she opened his closet and began to look for some appropriate to wear to a meeting.” “Come here,” Angel said from under his many layers of blankets. “Oooh it speaks!” Lethe said. “Just come here.” Appropriately apprehensive, Lethe walked to the side of the bed. “I’m here.” “Come closer.” “Why? I’m right here? What do you want?” Lethe asked a bit plaintively. “It’s warm in here.” “I’m not cold.” Lethe crossed her arms. Angel raised one arm out to the side, holding the blankets up. “Hurry up, I’m letting in tons of cold air.” Lethe kicked her shoes off and climbed onto the bed under the blankets. Angel immediately grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. “Did really you call me over here so you could hug me without having to get up?” “Yeah.” “I’m really proud of you.” “I know.”
AND THEN EVERYTHING EXPLODED THE END Star's Prompt: You have to do the same thing I did. no cheating.
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Post by Star on Apr 27, 2015 0:02:08 GMT
Shou tried his best to make it romantic. He put his arm around Nade when he saw another couple doing so. Her response was a confused look, and then laughter when she saw what he was doing. The couple next to them ruffled each other’s hair and Nade followed suit. When Shou tried, she smacked him. “Shou, look,” Nade nodded towards a couple farther away, trying to feel each other sushi. “We don’t have any sushi.” Shou said, not mournful at all. “Oh my, he’s spilling rice on her.” “Oop, he almost got it!” The couple wasn’t very good at it, but they were persistent. “Ahh almost. Aww, he dropped it again. Nice catch.” Shou kept up a commentary until he broke into giggles. “You’re the heir to the Sakayamas.” Nade said, faintly disapproving. "Stop being so undignified.” Shou patted her arm, still chuckling. “Look, they made it!” he thew his other arm into the air in celebration. “They can see you.” Nade, her lips twitching upwards. “I’m going to go congratulate them.” Shou pushed himself up. Nade lunged for him but he evaded, dancing through the tables, stopping in front of the couple for a second, to say something, then dashing out. Nade left the bill and followed at a more sedate pace.
Shoul huddled down outside the entrance, waiting for her. As soon as the door opened he jumped up and threw his snowball in her face. “You. Are. Five!” She screamed, running after him as he dashed around the building. When Shou leaned down to grab another handful of snow she pegged him in the neck, making him straighten with a yelp as cold snow went down his collar. “Don’t underestimate me!” he yelled, turning and raising his snowball. “I will crush all those who –pthth.” Nade’s show ball hit him in the mouth. “That’s it!” he threw his, hitting her in the chest. “This coat was two hundred dollars and you’ve got it wet.” Shou held out his arms. “Fight me.” He swooped down, chucking another handful of snow at her, and then he dashed for it around the back of the building. He huddled against the wall and made a pile of ammo as he waited for Nade to come around. When she did, she managed to hit him before he had a change to throw his. He dodged the next one, but his just barely missed its mark as well. His next one hit her in the chest and she retaliated in kind. “Ahhg!” he yelled, jumping at her, trying to knock her into the snow. When she fell she pulled him with her and threw a handful into his face. Shou gave up and rolled off to the side, staring up at the sky for a minute before he grabbed another handful and threw it in her face. Nade retaliated by swatting at him. He slapped back until they were both laughing too hard to do anything. Nade pushed herself away and spread her arms in the snow, still laughing. “Ohh I’m glad nobody’s here.” Should breathed. “They might have some concerns.” Nade affirmed. “We’re perfectly normal.” Shou whispered.
And then the world didn't blow up because I'm more capable of writing fluff apparently hell yeah take that Dawny. ~~~~~~~~~~ Dawny: ULAS J1120+0641 is in your elsewhere
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Post by Trevrizent on May 19, 2015 5:18:53 GMT
"If you had just one night left, what would you say?"
Brother...
Have I ever told you what death is like? A lot of people say that there is a darkness, a tunnel if you will, and at the end of the tunnel, there is a light. A light that, when you walk in there, becomes the afterlife. Maybe it is light and fluff and filled with ponies and sugar candy. But that is just a mental image of the afterworld. A metaphor for something that happens once you are dead. But death? Well, I have been very close to death. I have touched it, tasted it, reveled in it, lost myself to it. Lost my life to it. I think death and I are something of lovers now. Not the soft sweet kind, but the sort you get drunk with and have your way with, then wander away feeling rubbed raw and nasty inside. No amount of showers can wash the disgust away. It's like a bad dream that echoes forever. A song that breaks like a stone. It can't be described in words because it's a feeling. Much like death. So I guess it's not surprise that I cannot tell you what death feels like. Death tries to ruin me. It strips me down and does things to my mind that I can't begin to describe. I'm not me anymore. I'm not the person you love and think you know. I'm just a man with a knife. A shell of a man that has a monster inside it. A demon wearing my skin. But it's not 'a' demon, it's my demon. Mine. Me. I'm the demon. I'm becoming my demon day by day. But you're there. You take the pain away. Make everything okay. When I walk in the room, I see you smile. When I touch you, you don't smell the blood of the thousands or flinch at the darkness that turns my skin cold and crawling. You don't see a demon. You see me. Your presence purges the demon from me. It sends it wailing and shrieking away. And it breaks me inside, because when you look at me, I can feel human again. That's why I'm this way. Always trying to cling to you like some parasite, trying to feed and leech off the goodness of your soul. I hold on to you like a falling man on a lifelong. I'm drowning, sinking, being pulled under by the ebb of a blood soaked darkness you cannot fathom. And your hand is always holding mine, and your words are always love. When I am at my worst, the piece of me inside myself, the small spark that still beats with a heart, it can feel you watching, out there, saving me from a distance, expecting me, your brother, your friend, home again. I leave you a human, I return to you a human, only because you want the human. Don't ever follow me to my depths, brother. Don't ever set that gaze of yours on the demon I am. I don't want to taint your innocence with the truth of all I am. I would bare my soul before you if I trusted myself to know you would not cower from me should you see the disgusting hell beast that lurks under this thin, fleshy exterior. If ever you see me twitch, brother, if ever you see me flinch, I beg of you to put a bullet in my skull. Sic the dogs of war on me, for I cannot bear the thought of you seeing me like this. If I make a false move, then I have been defeated and overrun. There is no brother in there anymore. The only way to save me is to stop me. Save me if I become my demons.
~ Nikolai
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For Star: Use this line of dialogue somewhere in your story: "Well, it's about time a clown showed up."
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Post by dawny on May 19, 2015 5:37:27 GMT
Nicole was dozing. Next to her, her brother Ardent was reading. A soft chime sounded through the lounge and in unison, both looked towards the screen imbedded in the wall of the lounge. “Good morning, Doctor Noel,” Ardent said as the image of a woman appeared. “Morning, ISS Angel, but I’m afraid it isn’t a good one. Since last night, there have been over fifty new cases of the Cold and four deaths in Houston alone. Three of the new cases were participants in the immunization trials last week. We’re back to square one.” “What about you?” Ardent asked. “Will you be safe?” “We’ve taken every precaution, of course, but we still don’t know how the pathogen spreads.” Noel sighed again. “I’m sorry to be so brief, I should get back to work. Without a treatment, I don’t think I can say that anyone’s safe.” The screen blinked off. “We’re safe,” Nicole mumbled. “It can’t reach the space station. Isn’t there anything we can do?” Ardent shook his head. “You’re an astrophysicist and I’m a pilot. There’s nothing.” Noel’s reports grew worse. 78 new cases, 15 dead, then 104 new cases and 26 dead. The symptoms were hard to spot. A headache for a few days, a sniffly nose. Then after a week, the fever appeared and with temperatures of 41C or above, the sick didn’t last very long, no matter what the doctors did. The chiming alert woke Nicole from a dream. “I’ll get it,” Ardent grumbled from the next bunk over. He shuffled into the lounge to receive the call from Earth. Nicole waited but Ardent didn’t return. Eventually, she got up and went into the lounge Ardent was making himself coffee. “What happened?” “They’ve made a breakthrough.” He didn’t smile. “What?” “They found the cause of the epidemic, but it isn’t a pathogen. It’s radiation.” “Radiation! From where? I thought-” Ardent interrupted. “The radiation is from the sun, they think. The virus they found was just a regular cold. It’s highly contagious and probably made the symptoms worse, but it’s not what kills people.” “Why did they wake us up to tell us?” “In a few hours, we’ll be rendezvousing with the Japanese station, Amateratsu, and transferring over.” “Why?” “Please don’t freak out, but because Amateratsu is capable of deep space flight.” Nicole was silent. “Together, we have more than enough supplies and Amateratsu has plenty of space. It’s a much newer craft with cryo and hyperdrive-” “How long?” Ardent remained quiet. “Please tell me.” “We’re not coming back. They’re sending us to scout a Goldilocks planet. We go now and they’ll follow us in a couple of years.” “Okay.” “Okay?” Ardent was shocked. “You’re not going to fight?” “If you’re going, I’m going.” Ardent reached out and patted her shoulder. “We’d better pack.” Amateratsu came into sight just over an hour later. She was three times larger than Angel and covered in reflective solar panels Ardent piloted Angel into docking position and Nicole waited by the airlock. She knew they had docked successfully when the doors slid open and Amateratsu’s pilot stepped through. She extended a hand. “I’m Cora Nogitsune. Nicole Faeleigh?” Nicole shook her hand. “Ardent is upstairs. Our stuff’s all packed.” “I’ll help you stow it.” Ardent met the women in the bunks. Each collected a bin to transfer over. Cora showed them their new bunks and the storage unit on Amateratsu, where they stowed everything they could salvage from Angel. As Cora and Ardent programmed and refitted the ship for deep space, Nicole said goodbye to Angel, who would never fly again now that Ardent had taken her batteries and core processors. Then Ardent called her back to Amateratsu. They had just disengaged when a call came from Earth. The NASA director apologized for the rush and haste, but stressed the importance of speed in their mission to scout the new planet. Nicole bit her lip to keep from saying something rude. The director made it sound as if they were on an honorable quest to rescue humanity, but it felt like they were being given a hopeless task so that the government couldn’t be blamed for not trying. Nicole’s attention drifted as the director discussed details with the pilots, but she interrupted before he signed out. “Wait, sir. Can I talk to Noel? Please.” The director frowned. “I’m afraid you can’t. She has begun to show symptoms. She’s been placed in intensive care.” “What! But-” She began to protest, but he signed off and the screen turned black. Ardent and Nicole stared at each other in horror. “Is Noel a friend?” Cora asked. “Yeah,” Ardent said. “I’m sorry,” Cora said. She stood and quietly left the room. She began to prepare the cryo stations. She was nearly done when Ardent and Nicole rejoined her. “NASA’s timeline gives us another night before we go into cryo. We can’t enter hyperdrive until we have,” Cora said. Nicole frowned. “More people will die if we wait.” “If you would prefer to have that time, we won’t insist, of course,” Ardent said. Cora nodded. “No, I agree. We should not waste time.” She showed them how the cryo stations worked and they all changed into their cryo suits. Nicole went first and then Ardent. Cora checked everything again, sent a final report to Earth, and then followed them. Amateratsu dropped out of hyperdrive into the Goldilocks system one year and 254 days later for them, four years for Earth. Using focused electromagnetic radiation, the hyperdrive created a shortcut, like a wormhole, for the ship to travel through space, but they couldn’t escape the effects of relativity. Cora woke to alarms. The sound brought her gasping to consciousness. She stood and stumbled towards the cockpit. The sensors complained loudly of unusual readings. Ardent followed Cora in. He tripped and caught himself on the doorway and looked around. “What’s wrong?” “Gravity.” Cora pointed to the computer readout. “It’s way too high.” “That’s why I feel like I’m carrying weights.” Cora slumped into a chair. “I don’t know what’s happening. This planet’s only fifteen percent larger than Earth.” She frowned at the numbers on the screen. “According to Amateratsu, it’s hundreds of times denser, and there’s no reason it should be!” “What do we do? If we feel the gravity all the way up here, going to the surface will kill us!” “I’ll try to contact Earth. Check the other sensors.” Ardent leaned against the dashboard and fiddled with controls, trying to make sense of the readings. A loud thump startled him. He staggered into the hallway to find Nicole lying on the floor. “Why do I weigh a thousand kilos?” she groaned. “Gravity.” “Oh.” Ardent left her there and returned to the cockpit. “Anything? “I can’t contact Earth. We can’t go down; the planet’s uninhabitable. We have to go back.” “But…” “Earth has to know not to come. We can’t live here.” “We just got here.” “Is staying going to do anyone any good? What do you propose we do?” Ardent sighed. “Okay. But give us time to stretch out legs.” Over the next two days, they studied the planet and exercised and relaxed. By the 48 hour mark, they had all begun to get restless, so Cora programmed a course back to Earth and one-by-one, they each went back into cryo. “How many years has it been?” Nicole asked as she looked down at Earth. “Eight. It’s May 2329 now.” Cora joined them. “A shuttle will be here in a couple of hours.” The three of them waited by the window. They didn’t need to pack. It seemed to Nicole just a few days since they’d boarded Amateratsu. The shuttle arrived and docked. The door opened and a young man bounded out. He stared open-mouthed at the three astronauts. An older woman followed him. “Welcome back,” she said. “I’m Linda Areva. You’ve been gone a while. Why don’t we get you back to Earth? Follow me. Cole will get your things.” They followed her to the shuttle. Nicole gaped at the interior. It resembled a private jet. The woman turned to face them. “Mr. Faeleigh, Ms. Faeleigh, Ms. Nogitsune, you left in 2321 to scout a new home for the human race. Do you know what year it is now?” “2329,” Nicole said. “Not quite. Today’s date is August 9th, 2592.” “Oh!” Ardent sounded like the breath had been knocked from him. “Gravity-time dilation!” She nodded. “But, the radiation!” Nicole protested. She smiled. “We survived. They developed treatments and protection. They struggled, but they lived. It’s thanks to you.” “Us?” “You gave them hope. They only had to survive until they heard from you. In the end, it made the difference. We all learned your names in history.” “Wait,” Nicole said. “You thought we died?” “Yes.” “We’re actually famous?” The woman’s smile widened and then she laughed. “Yes,” she said.
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Prompt for Nii: What makes an angel? Is it power to rip and kill and rule, black wings and red eyes? Or is it innocence, white wings and blue eyes, innocence despite what they eyes have seen, dispute being surrounded by thieves and liars and demons?
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