Post by Simon Crawford on Oct 29, 2018 12:31:37 GMT
Slowly, Simon could feel his heart starting to sink in his chest and ache from the quietness that enveloped the room...that’s until she began to talk to him in her sad state. Hearing the words that she wasn’t sure anymore hit him harder then any news given to him. He could feel his heart hurting more as if it was starting to actually crack inside his chest. He didn’t want her to be sad or in pain, but it seems that the truth was doing the opposite and that he felt that he was going to lose her because of the fact of him being immortal. Vines were growing around her as she spoke to him, telling him on how she wished that they could have both grown old together. His eyes slid away from her as he felt even more hurt and felt like he was a cheap hooker on the corner waiting for the next customer. As her body rose upwards in a cocoon of vines, he would say lightly. “A chapter that will never be replaced....I had wished we could have grown old together as well....to be able to raise a family and watch them grow older and raise their own families. But I guess I was a fool for thinking and hoping for such a dream to happen....only Freya undoing the curse or her death is the only way for me and Salic to become mortal again.” Looking back up, he looked at the amount of vines shielding her. Feeling defeated, he pushed himself up to his feet. Placing a hand on the vines he could reach, more tears streamed down his face as he looked upon where she hid from him. His hand slowly slid off of the vines as he simply looked down at the floor. The life he knew was nothing but pain and sacrifice. There wasn’t going to be no other chapter to his book of life after her...without Queenie, he will simply bury himself along side of her and never rise again.
There wasn’t anyone like the person he had called his Queen. No one will Ever be able to replace her and it’s what hurt the most. Knowing that they will die before he will even be able to feel the tinges of death, only made his suffering worse. With a cracking voice, he would say to her. “I’m sorry that I’ve hurt you...the only person I have ever fallen in love with...days have went by that I longed for death before I have met you...Vanessa. Spending time with you, I felt a reason to actually live again, to be happy....” Unable to finish his statement, he began to walk towards the door of the greenhouse. As he was about to cross the threshold, he had felt an ice cold chill course right through him and filled the greenhouse. His Celtic cross began to glow brightly as he slowly turned in his spot. Hearing a familiar voice, he heard her horrible cackling. ”Oh Harold...how you think...she would ever love you...is just...sad. Why don’t you just...die already?!?” Her voice was constantly saying that over and over, echoing itself in the crevices of his mind. It grew louder and louder as he tried to make it stop. He didn’t realize a deadly plant had grown. Nor did he realize that the person he had treasured over everything else had come out of her pod made of vines. His ears heard the slightest movement. Turning his head, he saw Queenie making a mad dash towards him and was struck by the plants barbs. Rushing for her, he wrapped his arms around her and held her to himself. Seeing the plant as the rage began to grow and boil inside of himself, Diamond had grown around the both of them and a shard of diamond had splintered off and flew across the air, striking it dead on inside it’s bulb and severing it from the vine. “No no no Nooooo! Not her! Not her Freya! You have already taken more than enough from me you fucking old Hag!” The laughter had died down until there was an eerie silence until he had heard her angered filled voice saying to him that he had chosen his words poorly. So she did feel anger from words. Undoing the Diamond, he gently set her down onto the floor as he yanked the barbs out of Queenie’s shoulder and neck.
Ripping off his shirt and throwing the fabric down onto the floor, he had a purpose in mind. Taking his cellphone out, he texted Lulu a simple message. “Get to penthouse fast and bring a telepath with you!” Dropping his phone, he slowly nodded his head as he began to go through the greenhouse and looking and plucking the different plants he needed. “You want to do things the old way...fine...two can play that game.” Thyme, Sage, Mint, lavender, Chamomile and tobacco were the plants he had taken. Forming a mortar and pestle, he dropped the plants into it and began to mash and twist them together. As he was doing this, he began to chant in his true accent and language. It was all coming back to him as he set the mortar down and picked up his ripped shirt from the ground. He walked into an open spot of soil and set them down. Forming Diamond on both his hands, he struck them together to cause sparks to fly. After a couple of strikes, the shirt ignited. Reaching over, he grabbed the mortar and set it into the fire the grew hotter and hotter. Adding more fuel to the fire, smoke began to rise up. Shooting a spike through the glass above, the smoke poured out through the hole. “Lo, There do I see my Father, and Lo, there do I see my Mother, and Lo, There do I see my Brothers and my Sisters and Lo, There do I see my people back to the begining, and Lo they do call to me, and bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla, Where the brave will live forever.”
He chanted this over and over again. Storm clouds began to form over head as if a calling was being answered. Lightening struck out across the heavens as he raised his hand over the mortar. The Diamond slid away from that hand and with one quick slash from his other hand, blood began to pour forth from the open wound on his palm and went over the herbs. A plume of purple smoke shot forth from the mortar. “Your curse works both ways....your connected to us...and we...to you, Freya...daughter of Odin!” A bolt of lightening struck forth again, but the thunder that came afterwards was so strong that it caused all the glass in and around the complex to shake violently and shake. The herbs had turned into liquid as he picked up the bowl and walked over to Queenie. Kneeling down beside her, he placed the bowl to her lips and opened her mouth slightly. Pouring in the contents into her mouth. Setting the bowl down and since she was by now under the influence of the toxin, he closed her mouth and pinched her nose shut, forcing her body to swallow the contents in her mouth. This mixture was made and used to slow the poison and to help resist Freya’s influence. Letting go of her nose and mouth, black diamond began to form under them and spread across in a circle formation. Lines began to be drawn across the inside of two circles to form a Star and in between the two circles, runes began to etch its way around. Once it was fully done, all the diamond inside of the circle of power began to glow brightly, making the artificial lighting look like a candle compared to the sun.
you're a world away, somewhere in the crowd, in a foreign place—are you happy now? there's nothing left to say, so i shut my mouth, so won't you tell me babe: are you happy now?
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The whole day had started so well had ended on a horrible note. Queenie knew she loved Simon from the very start but finding out she was a small blip in his long immortal life was hard to take. Part of her felt selfish because maybe in some ways knowing the person you love would never age or pass away should have been comforting. Simon would outlive her and be there to keep her memory alive with their family and perhaps it wouldn'thave been so bad. Though now that the plant had spit needles into her neck she felt any chance of that life gone.
The barbs toxins not of queenies making so very quickly and if he hadn't had grabbed her, she would've fallen. The barbs were removed but she didn't really feel them and her breathing was drawn in deep ragged gasps. "I'm...S..sorry...I..love you..." was all she would get out before her body went limp and she blacked out. Oblivious to what was really happening around her other than some chanting that seemed so terribly far away. Her body accepted the mixture that Simon had made but it didn't bring her back to a conscious state. Only instead she found herself back in the same battle field of her dreams.
Around her were bodies of slain viking warriors around her as she searched for anything familiar. Looking down at her feet, she found her own body mixed in with the bunch. Lightning began to flash in the skies along with a bright light. Next it was the vision of feathers and breathing of equines who came from above. Thunderous hooves racing from the skies and around her warriors jumped from the back of the pegasus fleet. It was all frightening but at the same time she didn't feel really afraid of these beings.
When one land before her and extended a hand for her to take she was hesitant. "Do not fear child, the all father has chosen you. The battle is not won and ye will need to train." The woman spoke in such a comforting voice as Queenie took her hand. If her battle wasn't over did this mean she would live and return to Simon? Who were these brave women warriors? From that moment when she took the hand of this mysterious woman she found herself in a beautiful place. It looked as if she had fallen into a deep dream and left her body sleeping.
As her eyes adjusted, she followed other collected souls through corridors and she could see warriors training. Queenie split off from the group with the woman who had taken her to this place. When large doors were pushed open she found herself inside a long room with giant pillars. At the end and dead center an older man who she had seen in books of mythology. Following this Valkerie forward she followed suit with her escort took a knee. "Ye gave life for Haldor Skjǫldr, Train with my valkeries and if ye become a warrior then ye will return to midgard."
Was all the man said before she was ushered out without the millions of questions answered. From that point on she was moved through the halls and through the transformation into a warrior. From braided hair to armor and weapons. Then the training began..
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Oct 29, 2018 14:15:54 GMT
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LIFE IS SHORT
chase the stars, fool.
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Lulu had been working most of the day to get the latest issue of the magazine together. The work was tiring and she had managed to get a nap on the daybed style couch in her office. Johnny had come by for lunch in which was interrupted by queenies phone call. From there she had the doorman retrieve the keep to the penthouse and she made some orders to have some basic furniture sent over. Well it was all expensive but it was just a bed and some other starter items for the night. Lulu had planned to call it an early day but seemed like the day had other plans for her time.
Another call came from Simon tell her to come over with a telepath and it had her worried. The tone of the man's voice wasn't his normal polite tone. Leaving the office, she picked up the new recruit aurora and headed next door to the complex. Up the elevator they went until the door dinged and opened into the penthouse. "Mr Crawford?" She called out but it didn't take long to notice the glowing diamond. Moving towards the area she found simon and a very passed out queenie. There were bandages on her neck and shoulder which made her move over towards her.
Aurora followed carefully and knelt by queenies head. Her fingers connected with queenies temples and her eyes closed. Lulu turned her attention to Simon with a vacant expression. "I feel we need to speak of what the hell had been going on today. Seems you haven't been so forth coming Mr. Crawford and I wish to know what trouble you have gotten my family into." Her tone spoke out in a calm manner before hearing Aurora yelp and jerk her fingers back. The had received a electric show of sorts and Aurora looked up at lulu and Simon.
"I cant reach her. I'm sorry.. There was a man in the way on top of a large steed. He said it wasn't time for her to return but he sends someone else in return." Aurora spoke before loud thunder was heard and a spiral of wind and lightning dropped a being onto the balcony.
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Life is something different for all in the realm of Asgard and for a warrior its no exception. You wake and you train day in and day out to prepare for whatever battle the All father would ask of you. This day started out the same as many others and she was in the training ring from daylight. There had been echos of rumors about Freya starting to make a return but most chose not to speak of her. There was a bad history and the story of many slain because the goddess took control of a brother in the set of twins.[break][break]
It was in the darker areas of war history and it was one that she always had interest in. In fact she had made a point to meet one of these brothers when she was sent to Midgard for a time. Salic was the more bold and reckless of the two and he made for random nights of a roll in the sheets. Mostly she was sent to make sure the man had not been taken back under the influence of freya. Not saying she didn't enjoy her time around him but her being asgardian just meant it wasn't going to turn into anything more. [break][break]
When she was summoned from the training ring and given order it didn't give her much time to prepare.Soon she found herself traveling to midgard to see the other brother. In a mixture of cloud and lighting she landed on the balcony. The clank of her armor was heard as she rose and the clouds cleared. Her eyes fell on Simon and the others with him as she stepped forward. "Odin has taken the girl into training with the Valkyries. Pray she do well because only then will he let her return." She spoke as she stepped closer to Harold. "All father sent me to help prepare you. Freya is returning, I sense her darkness from the body of that one." Pointing at Queenie's sleeping body before her gaze locked on Harold's
Post by Simon Crawford on Nov 2, 2018 11:34:43 GMT
Not realizing he was being called out for from the door of the penthouse until he had heard the sounds of feet coming towards him and her. His eyes were focused on Queenie as he gently ran his hand through her hair. Turning his head slightly, he saw Lulu and one of the club’s newest member come into the greenhouse. Moving his hand away from her so that this member he didn’t know who the name of yet could do her own thing. Lulu had a way of words when she wanted information, and he was hearing her words carefully. Just because her tone was calm, but what she said was telling him that she was beyond unhappy. Pushing himself up slowly to his feet, his eyes stayed on Queenie as she laid there on the ground. “Forth coming isn’t always the best thing to hear Mrs. Milton. I didn’t expect the person who was able to take control of my brother so many years ago to be waking now.” His voice, mannerism, accent was different. He spoke in his actual accent as he let out a sigh. “How can one explain that they have lived over nine centuries because of a curse? That I had to keep changing my name and move from location to location to stay away from the only living relative that is under the influence of a Goddess of Death? If you have any thoughts on the subject, then please, by all means share your insight because I’ve been trying for over 926 years now.” Usually, Simon was a lot nicer then this, but right now, his voice only had sadness and anger to it. Hearing the yelp made him look at the younger girl as there was sparks of Electricty.
Hearing the words from the telepath, he knew who it was that she had saw and wasn’t pleased that he was still playing this game. But hearing that he was sending someone in replace of Queenie instead. Before he could say anymore, there was the feeling of air swirling on the balcony as a bolt of highly charged Lightening struck the surface of the balcony. A female figure stood where the bolt struck and moved into the greenhouse. Her armor clanked as she moved in closer to them. Lady Sif spoke about how Odin took her spirit and was having Queenie trained as one of his Warrior maidens. The. She spoke about how she was sent to help prepare him for the upcoming battle with Freya. Hearing that name rubbed Simon the wrong way and made a pit in his stomach to tighten and turn a bit. “Lady Sif...wasn’t expecting All Father to send you to help out with this....problem. Pretty sure Salic will be just as surprised to see you...just, don’t bring up what happened with you two in front of his girlfriend...she has one hell of a bad temper....my house and land found out the hard way.” Diamond began to slip around Queenie’s body in the shape of vines to keep her body inside of the circle of power. Turning to look Lulu in the eyes, he would say to her. “I charge you in keeping Queenie safe and for her body to stay where it is. If you don’t....there will be no rock you’ll be able to hide from my rage and no amount of bodies that can be sent after me that my path hasn’t already been covered with in the past that will stop my wrath.”
Kneeling down once more, he leaned over Queenie and kissed her forehead and whispered into her ear. “I know you can hear me my love...I march to battle in hopes that we both can live our lives into old age and watch our family grow. I need the call of war sonthat I can be mortal yet again...I love you Queenie. I put in your hand a question that I hope you will answer once this is over...” Inside of Queenie’s palm, a small circular shape grew and sat inside of her hand. It was a ring made of his Black Diamond as he rested his forehead against her’s for a moment, breathing in her lovely scent before forcing himself away from her and back up to his feet. Looking at Lady Sif, he nodded his head towards her as Diamond began to form around his body that looked like the shape of male armor. A sickle axe formed in his hand as he prepared himself. “Now, what’s next Lady Sif?”
