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#Post#: 407614--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: RC Date: September 16, 2016, 6:23 pm
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A strange sensation trickled through him as she placed her
slender hand within his own. Knowing it would take a moment for
her to decide upon their destination he focused his thoughts on
the unidentified emotion. It was warm, but not in an
overwhelming manner but rather a gentle warmth. He could feel
the urge to let his lips curve upwards, something he had never
even considered doing prior. He connected these with other
smaller symptoms along with the lessons He had given him so long
ago. It took a moment but he eventually reached a conclusion. He
was happy she had taken his hand, accepted his offer. Such a
strange thing.
His personal thoughts were interrupted shortly after he realized
what he had felt as Shoxan decided where and when they would go.
He couldn't hear her exact thoughts, but he could see where it
was she desired and focused so intently on. His fingers wrapped
around the hand she had placed in his and he tuned his thoughts
to fall in line with the vision that was at the front of her
mind.
There was no sensation of displacement, at least not physically.
The moment his thoughts aligned with hers they were no longer
surrounded by the peaceful clearing. Instead they were to the
side of the battle she had been imagining, the air filling with
equal amounts of battle cries and the screams of the wounded. He
released her hand and turned his gaze upon the scene before him,
his book appearing in his hand.
"Shoxan what am I seeing? What are they doing this? Why?" While
the words themselves spoken by another may have hinted at
concern, his voice caused his questions to be completely curious
in nature. Wanting to understand what was before him.
#Post#: 407645--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: Caroline Date: October 5, 2016, 4:01 pm
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The moment her small feet dug into the soil beneath her, she
clung his hand tighter, brows furrowed as she looked out at the
gory sight, her line of vision blurred by the tears that had
gathered in her emerald gaze. It didn’t help how monotone the
man next to her was being either, no fear, no worry in his tone,
just curiosity but he wasn’t to blame for that, more so, his
lack of understanding of certain things. The recorder’s
adventures need to be built upon one another, and though the
feeling wasn’t concrete in her consciousness, she wanted to be
the one to see everything with him, and to explain what they
were.
Slowly turning away from the war, and her father beating into
the crushed skull of a poor, innocent man, she looks up at him,
ignoring a tear that slid down her cheek, to explain, in a very
soft, but grief-stricken tone, “this is war, when a kingdom
wants to prove their strength, they fight another kingdom, the
winner is respected among his people, and looked up to.”
She looks over at her father, letting go of the recorder’s hand
finally, to point at the considerably large man, “that’s my
father,” the beating hadn’t stopped, the victim had however,
this time it was a limp man, with a scruffy, bloody beard, half
of his teeth knocked out. As her father raises his arm to punch
the -dead- man once more, she winces and closes her eyes,
turning back to the recorded sharply, “get me out of here, get
me out.”
#Post#: 407647--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: RC Date: October 6, 2016, 3:53 pm
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His eyes darted around the battlefield, taking in the
destruction and death that ran rampant all across it. Those were
two terms he knew very well, He had made sure to teach the
Recorder all about them given His love of the two during His
long ago youth. Still it was an entirely different experience to
actually witness the two terms in actual action. While observing
the scene before him he felt a slight click within his mind, and
suddenly felt a new connection to his book. A new power had
emerged from the intense sights, as he saw all of the images he
was seeing being recorded in the journal. He allowed himself a
moment to consider the new power before returning his attention
back to the world in front of him.
He could not consider it for very long however as he registered
the fact that Shoxan was gripping his hand tighter and was
beginning to answer his questions. Even as he paid attention to
her words the journal flashed back into his mind, showing him
that a picture of her had been added to it. The vision faded as
quickly as it can and having already adjusted to his ability he
didn't miss a word she had said. Her words confused him however,
leading him to believe that he had misunderstood her previously
when she mentioned kingdoms. "A test of strength, interesting.
These kingdoms are curious beings, striking against one another
to prove their superiority."
His voice drifted away as he contemplated the new information,
memorizing it for when he would create the entry within his
book. His thoughts are interrupted by Shoxan once more, though
this time not from her voice. Rather he noticed the liquid that
began to trickle down her cheek, one eyebrow raised as he began
to form a question. This too is cut short by both her pointing
out her father, who he glances at to ensure his new power
captures an image of, and then by her asking, no something more
than asking not that he could tell what, him to get her out.
Without hesitation he placed the hand that she had been holding
onto her shoulder and the moment he makes contact they are back
within the clearing they had started in. His hand did not remain
on her shoulder for long as he lifted it to swipe away the
liquid from her cheek with his finger, staring down at it
inquisitively. "What is this? It seems remarkably similar to the
liquid over there. Why is it coming from your eyes?"
#Post#: 407689--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: Caroline Date: November 9, 2016, 4:50 am
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It brought her some sense of happiness, how naive he was to
certain things, his words brushing away the images in her mind,
so rather than focusing on them, she focused on him, his mind,
how it worked - how a being could be so powerful and so clueless
all the same. His very presence chilled her, though it also put
her in a state of physical ease, she was the calm before the
storm, standing at his side.
“Those men. .” she struggles for a moment, trying to reiterate
his misunderstanding, “are the leaders of kingdoms. A Kingdom is
a territory. it’s a piece of land ruled by someone, my father
isn’t the Kingdom, a man cannot be a Kingdom.”
He is easily distracted from the Kingdom talk, by her tears and
as he points it out, she wipes them away aggressively, her cheek
turning a bright red under her touch. He was like an infant,
experiencing everything for the first time, asking so many
things, disregarding her emotions but she knew it wasn’t
deliberate. Maybe he couldn’t fathom emotions yet, maybe he had
never experienced any emotion, that thought alone thrilled her,
for a reason she couldn’t put her hand on.
“These are tears, people often cry when they’re sad. . or happy,
it depends on the occasion really. Have you ever been sad? Or
happy?”
#Post#: 407738--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: RC Date: November 14, 2016, 7:46 pm
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His face took a contemplative look as she explained about the
liquid, tears as she had called them, and then questioned his
own experience with two emotions. A moment of pondering later
his lips finally part, though he was unsure if his answer would
be exactly what she wanted. "I have yet to experience sadness. I
know the symptoms well enough, He thought it was wise I know the
various emotions so I would understand what I was feeling, but
on my short time here I haven't found anything to provoke that
response."
He lets his voice fade away for a time, trying to recall the
exact feeling he had experienced when she had placed her hand in
his the first time. The warmth while apparent had not been
overbearing as it would have had it been a related emotion.
Satisfied that he had in fact felt happiness he reached down and
took one of her hands in his own before speaking again.
"For a reason yet unknown to me I have only experienced
happiness once. It was not long ago, when you placed your hand
in mine before we teleported. Such a simple action should not
have provoked that emotionally response but it did." His voice
softened towards the end, lifting in a curious manner as if
trying to unravel the cause.
Suddenly his thoughts shifted direction, recalling that she had
corrected his definition of kingdoms again bringing them back to
what they initially were. Forgetting to release her hand he
focused his eyes upon hers. "To try and prevent further mix ups
in this regard I would like you to correct me if any of my
knowledge about Kingdoms and related subjects are incorrect.
Kingdoms are parcels of land that are ruled by Kings. When a
King and Queen, the female equivalent of King, have a female
offspring they are known as a Princess. Is that all correct?"
#Post#: 407757--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: Caroline Date: November 15, 2016, 8:43 am
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Shoxan was a simple being in the sense that she didn’t need much
to be happy - little things like blue birds and sunsets caused
some satisfaction and so it didn’t come as a surprise when his
words brought a smile to her otherwise relaxed visage. Why then,
when he took her hand in his so gently, did she feel her
composed form begin to crumble; first, she allowed her mouth to
relax, to tremble, then tears rolled down, and leaning into him
a little, she shielded her face from what she knew would be
peaked curiosity - after all, it took him a while to understand
something as undemanding as a kingdom, surely, the complexity of
this situation would baffle him, as it baffled her.
She didn’t know why she was crying, only that she was and so for
a while, she stayed still, squeezing his hand every so often and
when her eyes began to dry and there were no more tears left,
she lifted her chin, looking up at him with that same smile.
Sometimes, the woodland and wildlife surrounding the castle are
like the outlines of a painting drawn in the mist; sometimes the
river is an opulent purple, and sometimes sparkling indigo, but
it is always worthwhile to just sit down and look at it. She is
easily distracted by an iridescent patch in the water, unable to
keep her gaze from following it until it drowned into the
horizon. There was beauty all over the world and the more she
gazed at the canvas before her, the more she wanted to
experience everything this planet had to offer.
There was an air around him, that of which only befit royalty
but he was more than that. This man was a miracle, not a human
like her, but also not a god, though his existence itself made
it difficult to deny a God. When he had finished speaking, she
didn’t shut her face away from him, as much as to say ‘you’ll
never understand everything’. His inquisitive nature actually
made it impossible to do that, so instead, she nods in response,
hoping the simple gesture was enough, and that he wouldn’t
assume that the absence of words necessarily meant she didn’t
want to speak - just that in the moment, she couldn’t. It got
darker and darker, and she could feel herself beginning to tire
so she sits, tugging his hand absentmindedly, in the process.
“It makes me happy,” of course now, she was referring back to
what he had said earlier, “to know that I was the first that
made you happy.”
#Post#: 407760--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: RC Date: November 15, 2016, 11:25 am
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The moment he sees her lips spread into a smile he feels the
warmth from before wash over him, though it was a fair bit
stronger this time. Rather than the gentle warmth from his first
experience this time it was closer to actual heat, stemming from
the hand that holds hers. As always he recalls the lessons He
gave him regarding emotion, however he could not identify it,
not yet at least. Before he is able to give it any more thought
he is brought back to the present when she leans against him,
the new connection causing another stream of heat to emerge from
the additional points of contact.
He is overcome with a new urge he doesn't understand, the simple
desire to wrap an arm around her. Of course he does not act upon
it, instead his face takes upon a look of confusion though she
is unable to see it given that her gaze is currently not on him.
To feel so many unexpected and confusing sensations in such a
short amount of time causes his mind to go into a brief daze.
Despite all of the preparation He had given him it clearly was
not enough, he could not comprehend the new urge in any form.
His mind briefly returns to him, long enough to see the smile
she offers him before her attention shifts elsewhere while she
remains close to him. The moment her vivid gaze breaks he dives
back into his thoughts, trying to find some way to understand.
It is a futile exercise, leaving him no closer to any answer
than he had been just a few seconds ago. Rather than continue to
question it he stores the thought away for the time being,
making sure to keep it close enough that he can recall it later
to ask about it.
Once more he returns to the present, just in time to feel a
tugging on his hand. Dropping his gaze he sees her sitting down,
her hand still held within his own. Without waiting for her to
ask he lowers himself to sit before her, moving slightly to the
side so he does not obstruct her view of the water and what lay
beyond. When she finally speaks once more he does not resist the
urge to let his lips curve upward into his first smile, he
understood why this time so he has no reason to hold it in.
"Apparently hearing that is enough to make me happy as well.
Interesting." His voice fades away for a moment before he
recalls his earlier question, eyes turning inquisitive. "A
moment ago, when you were leaning against me, I had the urge to
wrap my arm around you. Do you know why? Because I do not."
#Post#: 407763--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: Caroline Date: November 15, 2016, 3:52 pm
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The smile that adorned his lips captivated her, simply put, he
was breathtaking, but everything else about him, putting aside
his good looks, also drew her in - she was Icarus flying too
close to the sun with no apparent fear of getting burnt. Shoxan
was too involved now though, she couldn’t simply turn back and
forget about meeting him, or forget how she too, felt the warmth
he talked about but was too much of a coward to face it head on
- the simple truth scared her.
She had come to find over the few years, that reading people in
passing came naturally to her, it was second nature; there were
the rich, sitting on their thrones and drinking the most
expensive luxurious wine, the poor who were miserable and
rightly spiteful, and then there she was, watching the sunlight
in the haze, though there wasn’t much of it left to look at. The
light it cast accentuated her high cheekbones and darkened her
otherwise bright green eyes to a light brown, painted with
specks of gold.
His next question caused her cheeks to redden a little, and she
immediately looks away, bashful and so aware of the temperature,
tugging at her neckline in an attempt to prevent her cheeks from
heating up.
“I-I,” she stutters, nibbling on the inside of her cheek, a
habit she couldn’t give up when she felt shy, “usually when
someone cries, people try to console them - they can do that
with words, or a gesture, like putting an arm around someone?”
The intonation in her voice proved she wasn’t confident in the
answer she was giving, but this feeling in her stomach was so
foreign to her, she almost wanted the dirt beneath to swallow
her whole. Very dimly, in the falling dusk, she could make out
two birds, flying past each other, and uses that as a
distraction to tame the blush getting darker on her cheeks.
“Aren’t you tired?”
Another weak attempt to divert his attention.
But I don’t want to divert his attention.
#Post#: 407770--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: RC Date: November 15, 2016, 4:25 pm
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He tilts his head slightly as he looks down at the woman before
him, watching how the fading light of the nearest star
highlighted certain aspects of her facial structure. Without any
thought towards how it may appear to her, The Recorder leans in
closer to the princess, eyes dancing along her face following
the curve of her jaw. Soon enough his gaze is drawn to her
cheekbones, the most prominent feature that the dimming light
brought into vivid detail. The entire time he feels little
clicks in the back of his mind, dozens of pictures linking with
her journal entry. Finally his roaming eyes come to rest upon
her own, noting the shift in color due to the changing light.
'Simply fascinating. While retaining her appearance the quality
of light has the ability to make her look both herself and
someone new. What wonders this world holds to explore.'
His inner monologue is interrupted by a new development, coming
in the form of her cheeks changing in hue. Lifting his free hand
he places it lightly on one side of her face, head tilting in
the other direction now.
"Why have your cheeks changed color Shoxan? They seem to be a
hue of red. Somewhere between red and pink certainly."
Unfortunately he finds that he will have to wait for his answer
to this question as she is in the process of answering his
previous one. His head remains at an angle as she seems to
answer his question with one of her own, clearly unsure in it.
After a moment of thought he slowly shakes his head.
"I do not believe so. I was not aware that you had started to
cry again, all I knew was that you were leaning against me. Are
there other causes?"
With her final question he pauses for a moment, trying to
determine if he is in fact tired. Arms felt heavier to lift,
more difficult to remain in proper posture, desire to close
eyes, yes he had all of the symptoms.
"It appears that I am tired. This clearing will suffice for when
I decide to slumber."
#Post#: 407818--------------------------------------------------
Re: Start of the Record.
By: Caroline Date: November 16, 2016, 5:09 pm
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With no regards for personal space and the woman strongly
believed he didn’t even care for it much, his eyes were dancing
along the curvature of her jaw, causing the blush on her cheeks
to darken. Though he hadn’t noticed, as he begins observing her
every feature until his eyes rest on hers finally, his lips are
only a mere inch away, she could feel his breath tickle her
skin, her eyes instinctively following in the direction of his
chest, to watch it rise and fall slowly.
The whole time, no words were exchanged and if he hadn’t spoken,
she wouldn’t have become aware of the fact she had held her
breath, releasing it in a sharp exhale.
God, he’s so extraordinary.
There is a moment, it seemed, a little span of seconds when he
was in such close proximity to her, in which she is simply and
passionately content. It showed in her twinkling eyes, as well
as the radiance, which, even without the presence of the sun,
would still be there, lingering on her bright cheeks.
“I don’t know,” she murmurs, whispering softly as if speaking in
her normal register would break this moment, so delicate she had
to tread around it carefully, “what were you doing just now?”
She mimics his earlier actions, leaning forward so they are once
more mere inches apart, and there it was again; one, single
heart palpitation.
“You can’t possibly think of sleeping here, Re-” it just didn’t
feel right to call him Recorder anymore, not after the intimate
moment they had just shared, void of actual intimate actions but
they didn’t need such things when their eyes spoke to each
other, in a language they both seemed to understand, “and we
can’t keep calling you Recorder, you need an actual name.”
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