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Post by Oliver Prescott on Jun 7, 2017 20:12:59 GMT
It was later into the afternoon and the air was balmy. Only meager wisps of clouds graced the sky, but would never gather enough to block the brilliant warmth of the sun. A small breeze was what fended off some of warmth, keeping the day pleasant. For the most part, the area around Mount St. James seemed pleasantly quiet, which was not something many post-apocalypse survivors could complain about. Animals were now vicious, scary creatures with the fact they attacked people at a constant. It was not choice or survival obligation, but merely the frightening effects of Maras on their minds. Despite the stillness that settled around the base of the mountain, Oliver kept caution.
Kurt and Vivian had stressed the importance of being careful before they left for the Aimon Settlement. They had informed Oliver in the most parental manner that animals were dangerous nowadays and that even though he may remember some kind creatures prior to the apocalypse, he should never approach them. Being the impressionable type, Oliver took their words to heart and made an effort to avoid any mutated animals. Thus as he walked, the large man kept looking about the trees and brush. He desired to see the top of Mount St. James since as far as his faulty memory was concerned he had never been to the top. Oliver was curious about what the view at the top and it kept his adventurous attitude going as he continued to walk down the path. Although he felt a touch warm, Oliver did not remove his suit coat or did he change into clothing that would be seen as more comfortable for the early summer weather. Besides, his occasional rests in the patches of shade allowed him to cool down to a more comfortable temperature. Honestly, he preferred people not to lay witness to his ghostly skin colour, it was something he was remotely self-conscious of and Oliver was fairly certain that tanning was an impossibility for him. There was also a strange sense of necessity to looking formal even though Oliver could personally care less; he decided to presume it was a feeling created to the events prior to the apocalypse. Who knows, maybe he was some sort of professional who preferred formal garbs. Once the man had walked a good distance up Mount St. James, he walked over to one of the many trees in the area and leaned against the rough bark. If noise could leave Oliver, he would have sighed, but that was impossible for him since he lacked the vocal cords for it. Thus, his weariness was displayed via the slight change in shape of his the holes used for his eyes. Following the common suite of annoyance, the heart turned blue in an attempt to display this weariness. It was likely having troubles thinking of a colour that directly correlated to the concept of tiredness. For a few moments, Oliver watched the small heart the hovered on the left side of his chest before rolling his eyes and looking up the path. Certain areas seemed to have a vague familiarity to the skull headed man, like distant memories just out of his reach. Perhaps he had been here before and he has merely forgotten after getting hit in the head? He cocked his head to the right, a curious glint in his purple eyes as he looked at the various pieces of foliage. “I doubt you were here before, don’t be dumb. Ya really think you would remember something stupid like trees? Now get moving, Oli, before something comes along and eats you!” The heart said mockingly with full knowledge that only Oliver could hear it. Instinctively, Oliver flashed the heart a glare that was meant to say ‘shut up’ for him. A majority of the time he preferred being polite to those around him, but despite his kindness, his tolerance for the mocking tones of the heart were always limited. The large man believed he could hardly be blamed for it considering he had to deal with the heart’s mockery at a constant. With a minor droop of the shoulders, Oliver kept moving similar to a child who was being forced to leave a party early. In reaction to his moving, the heart turned back to its usual gold colour, likely pleased that Oliver had decided to obey its command. After a few moments of walking, Oliver had straightened up, but his feet moved in a pitiful shuffle. He had only woken up about two hours prior to coming here and he still felt the mild effects of just walking from a 12-15 hour sleep. “Pick up your feet you idiot! Do you want to trip or show those around you your weakness? This the apocalypse, now walk with some dignity!” The heart demanded, clearly displeased with his progress. Oliver rolled his eyes, but obeyed the command. Being the type to conform to commands often left the large man listening to his rude counterpart on a majority of occasions. Besides, he was fairly certain the heart knew a lot more about the world than he did; although he was not inform the heart of its superiority. Letting it know that Oliver believed it had better intelligence would probably just make it bossier. In silence, he walked and as the large man continued he began to notice the beauty of the mountain which placed a slight hop in his step. It made him excited about the idea to reach the top.
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Post by Malikai Everett on Aug 14, 2017 22:12:41 GMT
Mal was looking for herbs. She needed some for a ceremony, in hopes of contacting the spirits for guidance. While she was traditionally spiritual, all this mess following the madman had awakened in her a need for something more. So, she was finally putting her grandmother's teachings to use.
As she climbed the mountain she spotted a strange purple light, of course, this itself wasn't unusual. The Northern lights did occur after all. But not usually UNDER the tree tops. She edged closer, her golden flames licking up her exposed arms. When she saw the being the light belonged to she couldn't help but gasp.
"Teke o Lay. Spirit of the Wide river."
But that was nonsense. Teke o Lay couldn't come into the sunlight. He was the Lord of Death, the one who carried the spirits of the Warriors to the land of rest of peace.
Of course her surprise had a result other than her gasp. Her flames roared to life, flaring brightly.
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Post by Oliver Prescott on Aug 15, 2017 22:05:41 GMT
At a leisurely pace, Oliver continued his trek while his purple eyes admired the beauty around him. Although, the sun was making the large man feel rather warm and he wished he did not possess the intense desire to remain formal or keep his pale arms covered. While he glanced around at the wondrous world around him, his eye caught a yellow flower. Oliver's eyes widened as he walked over to the flower known as a lady slipper and began to examine it. Slowly, he crouched down and looked at the delicate plant that lived off a little off the path. The first thing that came to mind were the various picture books that Kurt had shown him; recalling all the beautiful flowers that were nameless to him.
When Oliver stood up, glancing around noticing odd golden flames that were soon revealed to belong to a person. Immediately, the large man looked down shyly and was just about the wave to the woman, until she called him by a strange name. A confused crawled upon Oliver's face as he cocked his head to the right. Why did she call him that? By no means was he a spirit, or was he? Honestly, Oliver was not completely certain himself after getting hit on the head. Perhaps before this all started he was some spiritual entity, however, he did not notice the obvious plot holes while his rude counterpart did.
"Really? You think you're a spirit now? OLIVER! LISTEN TO ME RIGHT NOW! YOU ARE NOT A SPIRIT YOU IDIOT! If the gods made you a spirit, they would have made the worst choice imaginable!" The heart seemed furious with the idea.
The skull headed man soon flinched, the heart's words stung a bit, but he could tolerate it. It was probably just feeling grouchy today. Soon his gaze returned to the young woman, only to find that her flames had grown brighter. Feeling startled by the sudden flaring of the stranger's fire, Oliver backpedaled, his hands going up.
"PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I-I'm not here to hurt you or Teke o Lay, I promise," Oliver said through his hallucikinesis.
The large man's "voice" sounded more like a distant echo, odd and unnatural due to the means of which he made his "voice". There was a tone of pleading to it, he was admittedly scared of her and definitely did not want to do any harm. The heart turned black to display the emotion of fear; it was probably annoyed by his pathetic pleading.
"You know, if you are so scared, how about you do this thing called RUN?!" It suggested mockingly, but it's "voice" fell on deaf ears since Oliver was paying more attention to the mysterious woman.
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Post by Zane Moonbright on Aug 15, 2017 23:18:34 GMT
Mally was slammed with the force of his fear, to the point of being driven to her knees. Empathy had its downsides. And the strange voice, that seemed to echo, as if it came from everywhere, yet no where, added to her confusion. However she had always been quick tpo regain her composure, and reaching out with one hand offered a smile.
"It's alright. I wont hurt you. I'm sorry, you just startled me, you look like how a great spirit is described in the legends of my people. Eyes which burn with a fire, like the lights of the sky, although the golden heart is a bit different, in the legends it is said he carries his beating heart in one hand, and that it cries out with the loss he feels."
She paused, reached into her bag, pulling out a bottle of juniper tea, and some pine nut flour biscuits.
"Would you like some? Or do you even eat? I'm sorry, its just...awkward."
He golden flames settled some, but her nervousness and awkwardness made them jump every now and then.
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Post by Oliver Prescott on Aug 17, 2017 19:38:27 GMT
Remaining frozen where he was, Oliver watched as the woman fell to her knees. That was definitely interesting, especially since the large man had not purposefully did anything to drive her to her knees. Despite it being obvious that he had not accomplished any tasks to bring forth the outcome, Oliver began to feel guilty. For all he knew, she could have just needed some help and instead of rushing over to provide some he had frozen in place feeling scared. Timidly, Oliver drew closer and hesitated when the woman seemed to recompose herself, offering him a hand alongside a smile.
"Did I make you fall? I'm so so so sorry! I didn't mean to," Oliver apologized. He paused a moment, taking the hand that was offered. "Are you okay?"
The smile upon the woman's face made Oliver feel a little better. Not many people smiled at him, considering how frightening his appearance was. In reaction, the heart's shade of black faded back to gold and it kept a silence for the time being; it likely did not feel comfortable enough to boss the large man around in the face of company. Oliver remained quiet as the woman explained that she was startled by him and it was certainly reasonable. The large man's eyes widened, he felt bad for scaring her, it definitely was not intentional.
"I should be the one that's sorry. I didn't mean to startle you, miss," Oliver said. The echo akin voice had a sense of innocence.
Kurt and Vivian had informed him that scaring people was bad activity to partake in; it was the primary reason why Oliver could not join them in the settlement. They were unfriendly to mutants and especially the frightening kind that possessed powers as well. When the woman offered Oliver tea and biscuits, he merely tilted his head; he had never seen anything like what was offered. He shook his head in response.
"I can't eat things, Kurt and Vivian said that is impossible with how I am," Oliver explained. "You don't need to be sorry, it's not like you were being a bully or anything."
As the flames on the girl's body began to flicker, Oliver watched them curiously. They did not appear to hurt her, he was fairly certain he would know if they did.
"So the flames hurt you, miss? Cause maybe I can help you put them out," Oliver asked.
He always enjoyed offering his assistance to people, and this young woman seemed kind. At least, that was his belief since the stranger had not brought him any harm.
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