Post by Lucia Archer on Oct 29, 2013 15:37:09 GMT -5
"Well? Opinion, please. And sometime today."
She blinked, mind jolting back to the real world where the blond in front of her shook a blue dress with ruffles.
"Don't kill the messenger, but that thing will make you look like a cracked-out prom queen who has no plans to sleep with her boyfriend when the big dance ends--because she doesn't have a boyfriend. Because she's too weird," she retorted. The blond merely shrugged, unperturbed. "Hey, cracked out prom queens might be weird, but they're hot."
"If hot is a synonym for destined to die alone, you're right."
The two girls stood there, flipping through a rack of dresses in the shopping center of the Earth Court. One was blond, her hair like golden strands; tall, willowy, and totally model worthy. Her name was Melanthe Darrow. The other was shorted with hair black as a raven that fell in soft waves down her back. She was Lucia Archer. Immortal, deadly, and currently bored out of her mind. Silver eyes, the only thing the girls shared in looks, returned to the dresses as her best friend and partner in crime studied the blue dress. Putting it back, she peered at the quiet girl.
"Luce, whats going on? You're not all here today," Mel asked, gaze serious. Lucia stopped, sighing as she ran a hand through her hair.
"I don't know. Something just feels off... You know the feeling you're being watched? Well, magnify that by twenty and add some whacked out vibes and you got it." She turned her attention back to the dresses, fighting the urge to bite off the innocent passerby's heads to find out what was going o. She knew that these vibes weren't coming from a Noran. They were way too powerful. No, these were from a powerful being. Ad being one of the Big Five (though, she was the most awesome of them all), that was a short list. Mel stared at her for a moment longer. She might have an affinity for air, but she knew Lucia enough to know that she wasn't telling her something.
The girls had been through a lot together. Had fought in every Hie, earned their immortality together, were besties before all that, and inseparable. Well...mostly. Don't go there, Archer.
"But lets focus on you. Why are you trying to impress William? The asshole is a total tool," Lucia remarked, steering the conversation back to the business at hand. William was a warrior Duiecite and in Lucia's opinion, more trouble than he was worth.
Her friend just groaned. "Are we really having the William Is No Good talk again?"
"All's I'm saying is that William is a handful--and not the good kind. He's--actually, wait. I recant. He's too big to be anything but a good handful. Or more. But he's also going to be a bad one. Wait. That doesn't ring true, either. How should I put this? He's going to--"
"I get it already! He's got a huge package, and he's irritating as hell. What's your point?"
"Glad you're finally up to speed. It's sad, really, that you need so much explanation." Mel shot her a glare the she pointedly ignored.
"All I'm saying is that--"
She stopped short, shock taking her voice. One second, she had been inside a store, soft music playing in the background, the sound of shoppers around her and then silence. No longer was she standing in front of Mel, the soft fabric of expensive dresses against her hands. Inside, she was in a room. Or at least, it looked like one. The walls were weird and upon closer look, seemed to be made of of thousands upon thousands of white, glowing threads. Threads that vibrated with life. She moved closer, and scenes began to play out. Out of focus and soft, like through a dream. She saw what looked to be a battle, but everything was too blurred to see what was happening. She moved closer and a sharp ache exploded in her temple. She pulled back, and only then did the ache lesson and the image disappear. A soft, cloying scent reached her and she frowned. What was it?
"Why are you here?"
Lucia whirled around. Her breath caught in her throat. Three woman sat around on wooden stools. One was young, couldn't be more than fifteen years old. Her hair was the color of honey, flowing down her back. Another was older, in her thirties or so with black in long curling tresses. The last was an elderly woman with frizzy white hair. All were creepy, made even more so by the fact that each had no eyes. Not empty sockets or smooth skin where eyes should be. In their eyes were all shown shut, neat stitched made to close them. Instantly, Lucia knew exactly who she was talking to. Three woman she had hated and feared all her life.
The Fates.
"Why are you here?" the elder one asked again. Lucia found her voice.
"You summoned me." The older one frowned.
"Summoned you? Why, that was thousands of years ago. I'm sure of it," she snapped.
"Yet you never came," said the child.
"So you're summons was revoked," finished the woman.
Lucia gaped. They had summoned her thousands of years ago?! "I mean no disrespect, but I only now received your summons."
"Not our fault."
"You probably weren't paying attention."
"You may leave the way you came."
She gritted her teeth. If there was one thing she knew, it was that people weren't summoned here for nothing. And since they brought her here, there must be something.
"You brought me up here. There must be some reason!" she snapped.
"Perhaps our time line is off again," the woman said. Again?! What does she mean Again?
"Should we rewind?"
"Should we fast forward?"
Neither seemed like a good idea.
"Yes," they said in unison. A moment passed. Then another.
Then, "Finally, you present yourself to us. After all this time, we had given up."
"But what are you doing here?"
"You shouldn't be here."
"You need to go to Earth."
"You may leave the way you came," the said in unison once more. Scowling, Lucia stepped forward. She had had enough of their nonsense.
"No, I will not! Tell me why you summoned--"
And once again, the world around her disappeared.
She blinked, mind jolting back to the real world where the blond in front of her shook a blue dress with ruffles.
"Don't kill the messenger, but that thing will make you look like a cracked-out prom queen who has no plans to sleep with her boyfriend when the big dance ends--because she doesn't have a boyfriend. Because she's too weird," she retorted. The blond merely shrugged, unperturbed. "Hey, cracked out prom queens might be weird, but they're hot."
"If hot is a synonym for destined to die alone, you're right."
The two girls stood there, flipping through a rack of dresses in the shopping center of the Earth Court. One was blond, her hair like golden strands; tall, willowy, and totally model worthy. Her name was Melanthe Darrow. The other was shorted with hair black as a raven that fell in soft waves down her back. She was Lucia Archer. Immortal, deadly, and currently bored out of her mind. Silver eyes, the only thing the girls shared in looks, returned to the dresses as her best friend and partner in crime studied the blue dress. Putting it back, she peered at the quiet girl.
"Luce, whats going on? You're not all here today," Mel asked, gaze serious. Lucia stopped, sighing as she ran a hand through her hair.
"I don't know. Something just feels off... You know the feeling you're being watched? Well, magnify that by twenty and add some whacked out vibes and you got it." She turned her attention back to the dresses, fighting the urge to bite off the innocent passerby's heads to find out what was going o. She knew that these vibes weren't coming from a Noran. They were way too powerful. No, these were from a powerful being. Ad being one of the Big Five (though, she was the most awesome of them all), that was a short list. Mel stared at her for a moment longer. She might have an affinity for air, but she knew Lucia enough to know that she wasn't telling her something.
The girls had been through a lot together. Had fought in every Hie, earned their immortality together, were besties before all that, and inseparable. Well...mostly. Don't go there, Archer.
"But lets focus on you. Why are you trying to impress William? The asshole is a total tool," Lucia remarked, steering the conversation back to the business at hand. William was a warrior Duiecite and in Lucia's opinion, more trouble than he was worth.
Her friend just groaned. "Are we really having the William Is No Good talk again?"
"All's I'm saying is that William is a handful--and not the good kind. He's--actually, wait. I recant. He's too big to be anything but a good handful. Or more. But he's also going to be a bad one. Wait. That doesn't ring true, either. How should I put this? He's going to--"
"I get it already! He's got a huge package, and he's irritating as hell. What's your point?"
"Glad you're finally up to speed. It's sad, really, that you need so much explanation." Mel shot her a glare the she pointedly ignored.
"All I'm saying is that--"
She stopped short, shock taking her voice. One second, she had been inside a store, soft music playing in the background, the sound of shoppers around her and then silence. No longer was she standing in front of Mel, the soft fabric of expensive dresses against her hands. Inside, she was in a room. Or at least, it looked like one. The walls were weird and upon closer look, seemed to be made of of thousands upon thousands of white, glowing threads. Threads that vibrated with life. She moved closer, and scenes began to play out. Out of focus and soft, like through a dream. She saw what looked to be a battle, but everything was too blurred to see what was happening. She moved closer and a sharp ache exploded in her temple. She pulled back, and only then did the ache lesson and the image disappear. A soft, cloying scent reached her and she frowned. What was it?
"Why are you here?"
Lucia whirled around. Her breath caught in her throat. Three woman sat around on wooden stools. One was young, couldn't be more than fifteen years old. Her hair was the color of honey, flowing down her back. Another was older, in her thirties or so with black in long curling tresses. The last was an elderly woman with frizzy white hair. All were creepy, made even more so by the fact that each had no eyes. Not empty sockets or smooth skin where eyes should be. In their eyes were all shown shut, neat stitched made to close them. Instantly, Lucia knew exactly who she was talking to. Three woman she had hated and feared all her life.
The Fates.
"Why are you here?" the elder one asked again. Lucia found her voice.
"You summoned me." The older one frowned.
"Summoned you? Why, that was thousands of years ago. I'm sure of it," she snapped.
"Yet you never came," said the child.
"So you're summons was revoked," finished the woman.
Lucia gaped. They had summoned her thousands of years ago?! "I mean no disrespect, but I only now received your summons."
"Not our fault."
"You probably weren't paying attention."
"You may leave the way you came."
She gritted her teeth. If there was one thing she knew, it was that people weren't summoned here for nothing. And since they brought her here, there must be something.
"You brought me up here. There must be some reason!" she snapped.
"Perhaps our time line is off again," the woman said. Again?! What does she mean Again?
"Should we rewind?"
"Should we fast forward?"
Neither seemed like a good idea.
"Yes," they said in unison. A moment passed. Then another.
Then, "Finally, you present yourself to us. After all this time, we had given up."
"But what are you doing here?"
"You shouldn't be here."
"You need to go to Earth."
"You may leave the way you came," the said in unison once more. Scowling, Lucia stepped forward. She had had enough of their nonsense.
"No, I will not! Tell me why you summoned--"
And once again, the world around her disappeared.
