LovelyAnastasia

The Gift of the Gods

Near~ :3 Causing tremors and what not~

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

Tomohina's former caretaker was guiding her backstage by the hand and the young lady looked every once the picture of serenity. She was wearing a dark robe, but just beneath it there seemed to be a sort of hint of something that gleamed, ever so softly. Her long dark hair was styled to one side, swept over her shoulder in generous perfect waves of soft velvet black. A barrette pinned to the other side of her head, it was designed delicately like the branches of a weeping willow dipped in diamonds. And many who saw it would probably bet their entire savings on the fact that it was probably real diamonds. They certainly wouldn't put it past the daughter of a bigtime CEO rumored to be a majored crime boss with his hands in every single pocket of the government.

Yet how could such media rumors be true, when his daughter looked more pure than snow? 'Princess Tomo' and her odd way of piercing people with a gaze, that although unseeing, was filled with confidence and intelligence. Mature, well bred, elegant, gracious... Practically perfect. But she had no close friends. What did people actually know of her? The passing conversation hardly let others see very deeply. Conversations that always seemed to end quiet quickly, with her subtle pulling strings. She knew about her peers in an almost intimate way. Even though she was blind, she knew their aliments and handicaps almost with in the brief conversation of meeting them. But did they know why she was blind? What made her happy? What made her angry? What she loved most in the world and what she hated? No. She was just the tranquil doll that passed through their lives without ever stay to see the products of her passive meddling.

She smiled to herself as she closed her eyes, those heavy and thick false lashed making her look more unreal than ever before. Even they were adorned with flakes of something that reflected the muted light. The old woman led her over to a chair and patted her shoulder, bending down to speak quietly before leaving. Hands folded in her lap, the delicate curves of her nails match the seeming theme of shimmer, though the rest was a white pearl color. Her red lipstick was like a blushing rose in the midst of a ice storm, her hair like wounds of darkness to the paleness of the rest of her form. Never had she looked more like a doll, than sitting, hidden in that dark robe with her eyes close and mouth upturned in that knowing smile. When the old woman returned, she was whispering to the girl who sat as still as a beautiful mechanical doll. Only every now and then would the smile on her face widen or soft just a bit. But the old woman spoke so quietly, only the girl could hear.

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

What! Aw come on guys! I know I'm not the best GM but that's noooot niiiice!

The Gift of the Gods

The valley that stretched before her, she could see almost everything from her spot beside the middle of the mountain. The breeze brushed merrily through dense seas of greenery, the fingers of golden sunshine reaching down to paint over it all it the most spectacular of ways. Blades of grass and speckled leaves danced like little nymphs as if to a song of great joy. Leaning against that wise oak, who seemed to aged for such foolishness, its twisting large body supporting its spreading branches. As the golden sun passed behind the frivolous white skirts of lazy clouds, the resultant haze imbued the valley with a kind of soft radiance.

This was a sight that still enthralled her with the deepest of wonders. So many colors, so much light, so much life, it almost hurt to look at it for too long. The giant dressed in brisk black armor leaned against the oak, which was almost prefect for her size to be just as any tree to any human. It was the sharp quick clack of a familiar black beak that woke her from her wonder. Turning her head, she smiled down at the ugly rough raven who peered up at her with his one good eye. The little fairy had nestled herself on top of the giant's head and did not seem to like the startled movement the raven had caused.

"Aye, aye then," she chuckled to the two tiny creatures in a soft voice, "We should get moving. The old stitch of feathers is right. It wouldn't do us any good to run into Men at the moment. Fighting would of prolong the journey." Turning the contraption she had built over in her hands once more, she relieved the old oak of her weight and it groaned in relief. Looking up the side of the mountain, she pointed it up. Her two little companions had enough sense to latch onto her. This wasn't the first mountain the had slung up.

"Let's hope the rock holds then," she said with that half smile on her face, "Wouldn't want to start any earthquakes, aye?" Chuckling to herself she released the arrow from its hold, its sides arching out with steely jaws to crash into the mountain side and take a steady biting hold into the olden rockface. Pulling herself up, the giant climbed up the side of the mountain with the advantage of years behind her. She knew what rock ledges were steady and which were not by just glancing and the slightest of pressure. At least her homeland had given her some advantage.

Once reaching the top, she pulled herself onto the ledge and sat grinning at her victory. Unlatching the Arrow Jaw from the rock she let out a thunderous booming cry, like thunder crashing into a tempest at sea. It shook the rock about her but she just laughed and threw her fist into the air. It worked! Just as she hoped it would. Steel was an amazing thing, that it could hold the likes of her, even against the impossible weight of her own form.

"Jar! Tin!" she turned to the two tiny creatures who were just recovering from her victorious war cry, "It works! Tin make sure you write down the modification we added. Jar circle out and make sure I've not alerted anything vicious with my zealousness." The fairy fluttered about and the crow clack its beak. The giant grinned from ear to ear and thumped her foot against the mountain side steadily, the soft tremor like a beating drum.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

Haha I have no idea, but I'm glad you are feeling well.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

Oh no~ I was talking about society in general. We have to our roles and place one another in categories that don't really exist, like children playing house. And to be the odd one out, you get the undesirable role you don't feel right in, because the roles aren't real anyway. Yet people scold and push and pressure you into them. "This is who you are! You have to fit into the fold somehow!"

And then I end up just feeling disconnect like usual... Displacement...

*sighs* This is what happened when twenty year old art students are left alone in their minds for too long... Ignore me please. Just some odd left over teen angst mingling with the philosophy of a young adult trying to fit into an impossibly large puzzle.

So how have you been?

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

School started up. Everything is moving again and it seems like we all are running and struggling just to surpass an invisible finish line.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

Talent show. She had signed up for it soon after she had told the upperclassman she had met in the pool. Was she ready for this? She could preform in front of gaggles of powerful old geezers with fancy aftershave and even fancier cars. Could preforming in front of her peers be so different? Yes, of course it was. Traditional music was 'boring' and the traditional arts even more so. She couldn't just preform her normal act. Having asked for a special guest to help her with her act, she had even sent invitations out to her father and mother to attend. But would they show up? She had no idea. But she knew the one person who would. The only reliable person in the dark swirling orb of her world.

"You look so pretty, Miss," the soft worn voice of her old caretaker, Kitome, behind her. Old gentle hands fixing her hair and adjusting the necklace around her neck. Gentle and warm. But even that didn't quiet the storm inside her mind, tossing her about like a piece of drift wood in the ocean.

"Do I?" there was a nervous tilt to her smiling voice, "Nothing is out of place? Will you stay with me till I have to go on? I don't want to go out looking silly." Such frivolous thoughts. But for some reason it felt like it really mattered. Most of those people out in the uncomfortable chairs of the audience... They were her judges. They'd all be judging her tonight. Just like everyone had always done. From old corporate CEOs to disabled teenagers and preteens. Judges... Watching her, knowing she couldn't watch back. Swirling, swirling black water...

"Slow down, slow down," the old woman chuckled softly, the warmth and worry in her voice pulling her momentarily to the surface, "You may be last but you always do well under pressure. No need to be nervous, Miss. Just take deep breaths."

"You're right, as always," she sighed leaning back in her chair and closing her useless eyes. She could feel Kitome adjusting her hair and the adornments heavy in its dark locks. The fake lashes felt so alien on her eyes and even the long dress around her felt a bit too tight. She wouldn't be playing piano, or any other instrument she was skilled in. However this was like letting shadows and burning eyes take just a brief peek at her soul. Even her own steady confidence was shaken at this. She wasn't used to this sort of audience, so unpredictable and fickle. It was singing though. She liked singing the most. There was that nervousness in her, though, that whispered everyone would tire of her, being last and all. But the other side of her made her smirk just a bit.

A dark and ice cold side of her, laughing in the back of her mind. Tomohina rubbed her forehead. Now it was just all about the wait. Wait, and wait, and wait some more. Don't try to peek out the door. Nothing to see. Nothing at all. Just vast darkness, feeding her secret anxiety like a parasite on a host body.

"Kitome," she said softly, "Tell me a story while we wait... I always feel better listening to your stories..."

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

Cool. Behind the stage and everything.

The Gift of the Gods

I'm still here

Jangel13 said
I'm just waiting on then to come to me since I live in the mountain of bird men

I'm probably in the similar area as you, since my giantess seems to be in a cooler and higher climate.