Estylwen

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree [Complete]

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Skyfall // Slowed and Reverb // (Adele)

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Alizée Altieri

_{"To be, or not to be..."}

Location: Veni Vedi Veni, Parking Lot
@Punished GN

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"... You should have run when you had the chance, kid."

The last voice she'd hear

She stared down the barrel of his glock, her breath ragged. Her teeth gritted.

"Go to hell, as-"

Like the crack of a whip, the bullet left its chamber and found its mark. Alizée didn't feel a thing. One moment, she was up. The next, two gunshots peppered her head, and she collapsed on the ground. The dust scattered at the dull thud, marking the second victim taken by the Wolfpack.

From within the sand, there was a metallic howling. Uncertainty. Pain. Disbelief as the shackles tying the Void Heart to the Shimmer cracked and disintegrated. As his chain to his other half shattered, the sky opened up. A thin line wormed its way across, before stretching open like a mouth, hungry to reclaim a lost void soul, revealing the Void beyond. Hungry to reclaim a voidling that had no tie, no reason, and no place in this world anymore.

The crack in the sky drew a breath in, creating a howling wind. The sand holding Void broke apart, piece by piece, sucked into the void. Revealing Void, the orb, fighting against the storm. Revealing Void as his eyes lay upon the fallen form of a girl in a silk blouse, blood pooling at her head. Revealing voidly tears, pupils constricted in disbelief, then pure agony.

A wretched, metallic cry echoed over the parking lot.

"Alizée!!!"

The wind ripped and tore at Void, beckoning him to return. But his eyes were focused on the fallen form. On his toy. No- his beloved. His faithful. Now, gone. Her fragile form shattered in an instant.

His agonized eyes shakily shifted over to the gun still pointed at her head, glock still smoking. At the man who was responsible for the black deed. And, all the pain and torment Void felt in that moment condensed and focused as ethereal hands grew in a monstrous size in front of him.

The fingers reached out. As Void was slowly draw towards the crack in the sky, Cyril was caught in his hands, yanked roughly from the ground, the strangled mass falling with Void into the crack, the Nothingness Beyond.

"Death is too good for you, you bastard." Void growled, squeezing Cyril in his hands as they crossed into the Voidly threshold. The land of nightmares.

As the void in the sky closed, both the Void Heart and Cyril were gone. And, as Kashmira's powers crossed the battlefield, they would heal the wounds puncturing Alizée's head, bullets dropping to the pavement beside her.

But, Alizée was long gone, her eyes forever closed.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree [Complete]

@FernStone

Noice. I like the 'usefulness' bit.

The Dark Beyond

Aw. :)

Alright, little update. There's maybe one more round left in my collab with Days and Angel before it's posted. Ideally should be completed and up in the next few days. So we will have some content soon. <3

How was everyone's holidays?

Iris Ascendis

Let me know if anything needs to be changed in my post!

Iris Ascendis

Ciara Ventura

Wingram Academy, Classroom 103
@Nanaya, @Sifr, @ERode

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Hildegunde gave a small nod as Ciara sat beside her. Encouraged, Ciara tilted her head. Her voice was low, softly speaking. "I have a feeling you and I are more similar than what we lead on. You can try to make a barrier, and I will break it."

The stronger bits of essence, the white little stars in Hildegunde's aura, flowed more naturally, without force, resistance, or cognitive routines. It made Ciara consider that Hildegunde's magic was likely primal in nature, but she'd have to see it activate in person to be sure.

"Or we could just Eat it." Came a cruel Voice in her mind.

"Shut up."

"It would be tasty chalk."

"Shut. Up."

Otis caught her gaze as he stepped up to the front of the class, and she leaned forward from her seat on the ground, looking up as he spoke. It was a somewhat lengthy explanation, and overly complicated. Is this really how other classes of magic interacted with essence? Is this really how the arcane did it?

How painful.

She watched the wind swirl around him, relieved somewhat that his convoluted methodology worked.

She paused for a moment, staring at him from her position near the center of the room on the floor, glancing at Hildegunde for her reaction, before speaking up.

"You're putting too much thought into something that should be just felt."

She fixed her eyes on Otis. She took a breath, and began to search the room with her awareness. "It's as simple as moving your awareness from your own body, to the the air, to the specks in the air."

That's when she noticed the slight increase in the temperature of the room. Puzzled, she pressed her awareness deeper, and found the essence that felt like the plants back in Vaal Kastrix becoming agitated. She tried to pull at it, to use it as her Personal Barrier. However, the essence wouldn't budge. Was it already programmed for something else?

She shrugged it off, instead delving her awareness deeper, moving from the air to beyond. A hidden place that felt like home.

"You reach out to what is connected to you, and draw it closer..."

Wind tickled through her hair, highlighted by the occasional streak of dark specks. It coalesced over her skin, little vortexes of colorless air that acted as a buffer. She demonstrated by trying to touch her finger to her palm, which was now impossible.

She held the form for a few moments, before releasing her held breath, and allowing the wind to collapse. It felt... refreshing, like moving muscles that never got worked. The air returned to normal; she looked up at Otis, smirked, and glanced over at Professor Alto, who was addressing the class. As he spoke about the rebound from Prime Essence, she swallowed nervously.

The air grew even hotter. Ciara reached out again with her awareness, feeling the essence move, more agitated now. Her eyes slid half-closed, noticing how it coalesced around the professor as a center. What was he up to?

"I've prepared a little exercise for all of you to partake in, so I'll give a few more minutes and then we'll see how you all adapt, okay? Nothing too serious, but a little bit of physical education never hurt anyone!"

Her eyes narrowed further, wholly focused on the essence of the room. The last time this school thought physical education was a good idea, students were beating each other for seats. The professor seemed nice, innocent, even. But this school was never what it seemed to be.

She glanced at Hildegunde, before her eyes rested on the professor.

"I'm ready."

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree [Complete]

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UNSECRET X NEONI - FALLOUT<br>

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Alizée Altieri

Location: Veni Vedi Veni, Parking Lot
@Punished GN

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It was agony.

The strain of the darkness against the overwhelming heat and desert. The sands to choke the soul.

Tears mixed with sweat, screaming gasps as the canopy slowly gave way, sand seeping in like an hour glass. The bottom filling up.

She hyperventilated, taking a few last gasps before she could feel her strength almost entirely leave her-

Until.

A boon. Strength imbuing her hands, steeling her soul. Alizée recognized it in the haze of her fighting, adrenaline-filled mind. Bianca. It was her magic. But… how?

With renewed energy, she grit her teeth, the phantom hands pushing back against the immeasurable weight.

Everything was muffled from under the mountain. But even Alizée heard a distinct yell. A growl, something about assholes.

It sounded like the kid… but that was impossible.

He was dead because of her, wasn't he…?

The dizziness reached a new peak, derailing any further thoughts as the depletion of oxygen made its statement.

She was going to die here, wasn't she?

No, please-

Outside of the mountain, Void was staring at the two bikers with utter disgust.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the fuck is that?!"

Spiky-haired woman

“Your worst nightmare, bitch.” He growled, shaking the sedan off his claw.

His confident smirk disappeared at the approaching wall of sand.

Alizée teetered between wakefulness and unconsciousness, her breaths weak, rapid and shallow. Before the sand shifted, and receded.

Bianca's powers almost immediately left Alizée as she rolled on her side, the phantom hands vaporizing into thin air. She gagged on air she tried desperately to get into her lungs. Stars danced in front of the Voidly visions in her eyes.

The temperature increased. The air burned as she tried to get her breath back. It hurt. Her lungs hurt. Her hands and elbows on the sweltering pavement hurt. Her head from the lack of air throbbed.

Everything hurt.

Then, a new hurt. Alizée hissed in pain, hand clenching the fabric of her blouse over her heart. Her tether, her chain, her link to the Void Heart was twisted and stretched, straining.

That only meant one thing.

She strained on the pavement, dust scraping her arms as she twisted her neck up. Her jaw dropped. The sand- it was- Void was-

The screaming faces had given a way partially, revealing a mound of sand above her. She could see the spikey-haired woman crawling back, staring in horror at the mound. At Void deep within. At least, Alizée had to assume Void was stuck inside.

”No!” She cried out, her voice hoarse and weak.

She spoke without thinking. She was in danger, severe danger. She could see the shields Stormy had put up, but knew she didn't have the strength to hide behind one. She didn't have the strength to move.

Her next move was on desperate instinct. Two tiny, wispy Void hands appeared in front of the spiky-haired woman, one blindly groping for her collar. Once found, the other hand made a swing for the woman's face. The fist moved slowly, with less strength.

Desperate tears streamed from Alizée's face as she tried to drag herself up off the ground, glaring hard at the woman. She was half-blind, but nothing would stop her from doing anything to make her stop. Not even the demonic faces screaming at her.

“D-drop him!”

She was signing her death warrant again, bringing attention to herself. She gritted her teeth, keeping the fear and pain off her face.

She didn't have a choice.

Void struggled within the sand, phantom hands pushing back against the sand. He didn't need the oxygen, but the weight was immense, catching him off-guard. He tried to swim, but made the sand surround him more, and press in on the Voidly orb. He was, by all intents and purposes, trapped, and quite crushed.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree [Complete]

Man, it would be quite the coincidence. Only the phone is in her purse somewhere on the ground in the parking lot......... D:

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree [Complete]

AHHHH-

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree [Complete]

Whoaaaaaa-

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree [Complete]

Eyy, Clancy is back!