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| Willhelm the Werewolf | Feb 3 2006, 01:56 AM Post #1 |
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((ooc: This is pre-Whitehand, pre-Swansong, and post- It doesn’t Mean a Thing.)) With the world so different, and yet realistically familiar Greg needed to reestablish himself to himself if that made any sense to anyone other then Greg, then it would be quite astonishing to him. Everything was very different from when he left a long time ago, and when he came back a few short months ago. Greg had always been a loner, but he seemed too distant with everything happening all at once; he found it hard to keep up. His friend, no his best friend, Brian, had nearly died, and was acting stranger then usual. Not that he had anything to compare that to as his last ‘update’ so to speak was months old. Sighing, Greg continued on, and yet even now he was developing different areas to explore then before. He was meeting new people, had been given new responsibilities, and spring was coming closer then ever before. So Greg continued, and yet the forest was not that different. It could get burned, annihilated, or frozen and it would come back with new force, and somehow Greg was comforted by that thought. As the winter-tired trees thinned out he looked around. He was near Dragoon Mountain a place that Greg rarely went for his own reasons. It was a desolate area filled with a different kind of life, but strange and familiar to Greg filled with different challenges, that were not so different. A sort of new environment, that was very old. Greg could see it’s powerful features through the skeleton trees; he wasn’t intimidated. It had been a while now since he had came here, and Greg smiled at the fact, but he felt like he had been here only yesterday, and in a sense it was true. Last night Greg had seen the mountain grow distant and distant from the forest as if it had got up and moved away into the mist, and the forest was trying to follow it, but was moving the opposite way. Sometimes the forest would break through and cling to the mountain, and they would have a tug-a-war match with each other, and then it would fall apart followed by a jutting cement pillar coming between them, and an axe hacking away at it. This was all very strange to Greg, but stranger still was this green spot on the mountain that had just burst through the mist and it was beside some other lights of white, gray, black, pink, and a different shade of green, sea foam. And then than the dream had ended with a flash of different colors. Greg stopped for a second as he fully appreciated the majestic beauty of the stone mountain. It was a very strange thing to experience, but he was drawn to the place on the mountain where the light had came from, and so he went through the trees to the area a huge gargantuan beast in the forest heading up, that was Greg. As the trees thinned, Greg stepped more lightly. A light snow was still on the ground in the more shadowed areas, and the cold made the hair on his legs and neck stand on their end. He pushed on, because it was nothing. Greg didn’t think about anything, there was nothing to think about. The distant calls of the birds, echoed in his mind as well as the barks, shuffles, and gentle footsteps of the beasts. This was new territory, and then he stopped at the edge of the forest. At first he saw nothing except for the flat expanse between the mountain and the forest. This was one of the few areas where there the trees did not go up into the jutting mountain. Greg’s breath hung in the air, bare like the ground below his feet. At first Greg saw nothing of spectacular importance, and then he recognized why he saw the light, because the light was Greg, the forest guardian, and similar to the statue in the garden. Now that he looked at it here, it had a different kind of beauty. The statue in the garden looked like Greg, and he felt in awe at staring at it. In fact he had accentuated the base of that statue with some climbing vines, but only the base. For some reason someone had made that statue, and it resembled Greg, in fact it was a very good example of Greg, but it felt like a statue to him, as opposed to a living, breathing thing, not like this piece. This piece looked like Greg’s identical twin turned to stone. Even from a distance he was flabbergasted, and he ran to it. There was Greg beside what he recognized as Caleb, a boy he never knew. They were both so beautiful, but Greg couldn’t help but look at the statue of Greg Green, because he recognized it as himself. There was something strangely solemn about this piece, but cheerful. It was hard to explain, and so Greg just kind of stood there looking at that piece of art. This was the green light in his dream. He was tearless sad, as the wind picked up and tickled against his face he looked up. The rest of the world was nothing right now as he stared at that statue. His jeans moving in the wind, and his hair flowing wild. With Greg’s green/blue orbs he stared at the tree, and then he fell down onto his knees as if he were worshipping some god in awe, and then sunk his head in despair, for Greg understood. How could I? How could I just get up and leave wordlessly, except for a note? Lifting his head he stared at the statue. And he made this, because I wasn’t there. I left him with nothing but a piece of paper and a statue. “No, two statues,” he remembered the other statue in the garden. “two soulless statues.” But I wonder if that is three? Three statues? Do I count? his voice tightened. I might as well be a statue, because that was all I was able to do. Stand there, like stone. He put his hand over his face, but he never cried. There was nothing to do now, and apologizing would not work. His own mother had to go into surgery to stop from dying, and she needed support too. 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| Deleted User | Feb 3 2006, 08:20 PM Post #2 |
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Brian couldn’t really sleep, with so many things on his mind. All his dreams his unconsciousness provided were of the very friends he had to talk to. All of them were denying him of something, abandoning him to the dark world he excised in. He’d wake in cold sweats each time he was grabbed by hands he didn’t know pulling him towards scenes he didn’t like. Eventually he had to surrender; he wasn’t going to be sleeping well till this was settled. Today he had planned to start informing his friends about his plans. Already one of them had demanded to come along on his trip. At the time he casually brushed off the proclamation, Eona wouldn’t show up when things got rough. That is what experience had told him, but now after anger had subsided. His resolve about his friends not coming wasn’t as strong; he actually wished that when he broke the news to more of them that they would offer. Even if when the plane left or when things became difficult for him that they left. He wouldn’t ask directly them though; it was a responsibility that he wouldn’t force on them. Brian looked around his room, things were in more of a mess than usual, and the chaotic order his room typically hinged on was disturbed. Things were tossed around and the walls showed wear. Brian knew his anger had been getting out of control, but what really did he have to hope for anymore. Teo had led ultimately to disappointment, with all his friends and support he turned to Brian to validate him. A look of malice was developing, Brian decided a change in scenery would be appropriate, heading out to find his stone statues. They would help him find peace or at least he’d have something to hurt that would be constructive rather than something hopeless. Neither the snow nor the morning darkness affected his ability to follow this trail. He could operate this portion of darkness without any help; he never needed help for this. Nor did he ever intend to share this secret to anyone more than necessary. Brian felt it his life’s sanity revolved around this place, his art, his training, and the memory of his friends. So reaching the forests edge on the crisp air of a snowy filled morning. Brian could never expect that his field, his quarry would be occupied by someone else. A shift to tri points gave him more detail than the cold morning’s darkness would provide. Whoever it was, was kneeling in front of his statue of Greg. Slowly approaching he felt stupid for not realizing it from the edge of the woods. Greg the gardener and guardian had found his way to Brian’s place. Brian hadn’t seen Greg since Brian had left the hospital, on shaky new legs. Brian hadn’t seen Greg since, ashamed of the paranoia and disturbing behavior that had been plaguing Brian so. “You were not meant to see this place. At least not yet, Greg.” He walked forward the fresh snow making even the lower ground of his quarry level. Everything was level and his most valuable statues were in front of Greg all of them safe from the elements by the lip of the hill above. What Brian could think to say didn’t seem appropriate for the situation. He’d made these statues out of desperation to let his friends go, but in truth he could never completely manage to do that. They only satisfied his hunger for friendship for some time, lessened its pain as new bonds were being made. Still there Greg was, Brian and he had crafted some of the strongest bonds, they bleed together as much as they understood each other. “I’m glad though that you found it, because I’ve got something relative to talk to you about.” Could he really tell the truth to him, that he was leaving that he made the statues because they had left and now he was going to do the same himself. Brian tried to look cheerful as the first edges of the sun started to break on the horizon. |
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| Willhelm the Werewolf | Feb 4 2006, 12:04 AM Post #3 |
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His back straightened as soon as he heard that voice, but out of surprise. He knew approximately where Brian was now, but the problem was he hadn’t seen him before. Greg’s telepathy should have been able to easily pick up Brian, but it seemed that Brian had grown past his abilities, like everything else of Brian’s. Sighing he wiped his teary eyes, and stood up straight. Lacking the convention to turn around and face Brian eye to eye, man to man, he stared foreword at the monstrous, kind-looking Ogre cast in stone. Swallowing his pride, he tore his face away from the image. “Sorry,” his voice flat of all the emotion that was there seconds ago, but not too flat as to deceive that there was a force behind it like water behind a damn. He wasn’t apologizing about leaving, but by coming to the cave. Trust Greg to apologize about following his dreams. He faced him, and gave an empty smile. Greg was not happy nor was he angry, but mournful. Standing up, he turned around and faced him as level as they could be, Greg being taller then Brian. “I’m glad I’m here,” but he wished he wasn’t, “Shoot, fr-.“ No, not friend, that was the wrong word. Perhaps he could be Brian’s friend again, but not now, he didn’t deserve Brian’s friendship. Greg had betrayed Brian’s trust, though it was beyond his control. He wouldn’t have chosen to do a single thing differently, but the past was done now. Still with everything he wished he could be both here and there, but he wasn’t. “Sorry, Brian,” he nodded closing his eyes, “Now is as good a time as any to tell me what you have planned.” |
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| Deleted User | Feb 6 2006, 05:26 PM Post #4 |
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Brian could see Greg plainly, each slow step he took away from the statue seemed to be one step closer he was to returning to reality. Returning to talk to Brian who had interrupted whatever world and thoughts he had been having. Brian couldn’t move forward, nor did he feel right to. It was a bittersweet feeling as someone who had wronged him and yet still was very much Brian’s friend in his heart. Greg had found the monuments to his loss, now what though was the question. While Greg struggled to speak his mind and keep certain words to himself, even the shadowy places in Brian’s heart had forgiven him. How does one hold a grudge against a friend who seemed to know him so well? “Yea, what I have planed. I don’t know how to break it, but I’m leaving for Rome soon. I had to tell my friends, I couldn’t think that I could just leave without a word. Still I need to find out what's going on with my mind.” Brian’s past frustrations were coming to light again; this was why he had to leave. He had become slowly unstable as assaults on his mind, soul, and body continued with increasing repetition. He’d gotten some big target on his back and Lilith was offering him answers why. “There are answers from my creator there. Supposedly it’s known what’s happening to me and who is responsible. So I have to go.” |
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| Willhelm the Werewolf | Feb 10 2006, 01:41 AM Post #5 |
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It was awkward for Greg, but he managed to look him in the eye. Brian had changed a lot, and it was hard to do all this, but Greg will make do. He always did. Smiling he listened wordlessly to the entirety of what Brian had to say. It took him a moment, but he looked directly into the eyes of Brian and nodded his head, not in agreement but in understanding. Greg was not going to push him to do this nor was he going to beg him to stay. This was Brian’s journey, and Greg had no right to dictate whether he should go or leave for it wasn’t his decision to make, however … “I’ll go with you, Brian,” Greg began to walk over to Brian leaving the statue behind, “that is if you let me.” His voice was serene and kind of distant. Greg really wanted to come with Brian, but he realized that this is something that is probably personal, and Greg had been less than personal with Brian for a while now. “But,” Greg said playing devil’s advocate, though out of concern for his friend, “you have to know that no man is an island.” He looked up into the sky as he noticed a bird: a crane, a symbol of good luck, though Greg wasn’t all that superstitious “and this will be dangerous if it involves … her.” Greg had always assumed that Brian’s creator, Lilith, had been dead; however, she was able to transform living things into revamped versions of tiger-like creatures. Eternal life would probably be a cakewalk in comparison. The tales that he had heard of her prickled the back of Greg’s neck in eerie fear. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 11 2006, 07:44 PM Post #6 |
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Brian could only nod along to Greg’s powerful presence as he spoke directly to Brian with an intense purpose and thought between each word. Brian was stunned at the level Greg seemed to have quickly come to understand all the things Brian struggled to say but never could. His own caring had prevented him from saying but his statues seemed to speech the thoughts loud and clear. Greg was hurt and grasping for ways to repair the burnt bridges. Still he stepped forward and back like in a verbal dance. Greg had already been forgiven at least in Brian’s mind. So all Brian did was just smile, till Greg finished. At the pointed end and mention of her Brian had forgotten Greg knew of Lilith, Brian was usually careful about hiding his life from everyone. It was all right though; Brian welcomed Greg along most of all. “Absolutely, Greg, I’m glad I don’t have to explain the problems with the journey to you. I’m really in a corner here, the school is driving me nuts since the mental attack. I can’t take being paranoid like this forever. I need to find out some truths to myself even if I have to face danger to find it. I would be very happy to have you along, I don’t have anything to hide from you anymore.” Brian cast a glance at his statues, really now that he could see Greg’s change. Brian was forced to wonder if all his friends would have such profound reactions to finding out all the truth about himself. Brian dismissed the thought; they still hadn’t moved him to do something so exposing for them. Not when they disappeared for months at a time. Greg was just different, a fortunate soul he mused. Brian’s eyes deep blue with the red spirals looked back at Greg’s directly now. If Greg was coming for sure and Brian was going to trust him with the whole truth he’d get his fill of information then. He had to let someone know about the insanity of this whole mission. “I should tell you everything. There are others like me apparently, in fact I met and fought one, he’s so strong, if it hadn’t been for Tlachtga I’d be dead I’m sure. His name was Anthony he claimed to be the next generation of chimera after me. He came to me at the hospital discussed as a doctor to tell me about some plot in the school against me. That I’m being manipulated, that I would find answers in Rome. I could guess only one place, Lilith’s lair in Rome.” Brian averted his gaze wondering if Greg would call him insane for perusing the word of someone who had almost killed him. Speaking about it out loud even made him doubt the sincerity he had put to this mission. Though still he wouldn’t change his mind, just the company he took he supposed. He looked back to Greg for a response. |
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| Willhelm the Werewolf | Feb 16 2006, 01:16 AM Post #7 |
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So he accepted him. Relief physically swept over him, and thankfully. Now Greg realized that this was not going to make it all better, but it was a start at least. Even if Brian forgave Greg, Greg would take awhile to forgive himself. It was just the way that things worked. With one last deep sigh he began to rebuild his burnt bridge, and perhaps create it anew. Still there was the fact that Brian was not doing so well mentally. The mental attack was a hard one for anyone. Especially from someone so powerful, and now he had a few things to work out. It made sense, but it was hard still. Greg nodded his head. Whatever Brian had to do he would help, but how was still very strange. He wanted to do more than be there for emotional support, and he wanted to help fight this, if he could fight this, yet this was Brian’s battle again, not his. The gentle balance between Greg wanting to help, admittedly as much for his benefit as Brian’s, realism, and what Brian had to do by himself. “It sounds like you need to go,” the obvious, “and I’ll do what I can, and I hope that this can make a difference, but – I don’t know if I can help.” It wasn’t self-pity, just the fact that Greg was trying to be open as well. “But perhaps I can.” He looked directly into Brian’s eyes. The swirls that evolved in a November of over a year, and he had to make sure that he didn’t get lost in the maze of eyes. Emerge attached and not dependent, be depended on, but instead codependent like the mountain and the forest from his dream. “I should tell you everything. There are others like me apparently, in fact I met and fought one, he’s so strong, if it hadn’t been for Tlachtga I’d be dead I’m sure. His name was Anthony he claimed to be the next generation of chimera after me. He came to me at the hospital discussed as a doctor to tell me about some plot in the school against me. That I’m being manipulated, that I would find answers in Rome. I could guess only one place, Lilith’s lair in Rome.” Greg knew what it was like to be alone. He had been alone for years, and hopefully Brian could find out all that much more over his self. Yet this Anthony guy who had sneaked into the hospital was a bad dude by the sounds of it, and Greg tried to see both the light and the dark in everyone, with a few exceptions. Yet was it actually Anthony or just the so-called enlightenment from the former vice-principle. Yet even if it was that and not related to Lilith, perhaps this would bring closure to Brian’s life, or at least his former life. “I’m still in. I will follow you there and back again, but you need to promise me that you will not get … captured by her.” There were some things worse than death: enslavement was one of them. Brian did not know all that much but if Lilith came from Rome, than she probably would have slaves. All great leaders of that time did. He tried to smile a little, but couldn’t. He gently nodded his head. Even if Greg died he would follow Brian. Perhaps he had grown fearless from his death last year, but he would follow him still. Death really shouldn’t be proud, John Donne had it right, but enslavement would be horrible. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 17 2006, 12:39 AM Post #8 |
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Each word Greg seemed to put himself closer to Brian’s side, making each word count as a step along Brian’s path. Loyalty and friendship these terms were gaining weight in Brian’s mind again after being burned so many times. Though the damage done at least in regards to Greg’s friendship had cooled and passed. Others might not be so fortunate in the future. Standing and staring time passed for the two, a different setting standing behind both of them. The cold seemingly bothering neither of them as they spoke casually about purpose and the immediate impending future. Brian couldn’t relax as long as he felt the way he did about all that was going on. Greg’s confirmation was followed by a plea; one that caused Brian to look questionably before recognition crossed his face. Mental attacks were probably the meaning Brian couldn’t predict what would happen he couldn’t exactly stop them. These attacks weren’t magical, or physical, or even energy. They had some other element to them and it was one Brian could do nothing against. Still seeing Greg’s face contorted by worry lines lead him to speak quickly. He stepped past Greg so he would have to turn his head toward the mountain behind him as Brian began to speak in reply to him. He didn’t want Greg exactly seeing his face as he said this; the doubt would be hard to miss. “I’m sure I’ll be fine, I don’t think I spent years in solitude just to be picked back up later.” |
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