Portal Breach: The Collision of Worlds :: v.4.0


    Same as it ever was.

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    Same as it ever was.

    Post by Nessa on Tue Jul 11, 2017 12:43 pm

    JULY 10TH ; 10:00AM


    Never been one for coffee, I guess. Nessa winces as she brings the to-go cup of coffee she got from the diner down from her lips. The Piper had to put four creamers and six sugar packets in it, but with her awakened senses it still seem just too much. She sighs, her eyes showing the tired she normally masks. Walking along the sidewalk in her bright yellow sundress, she tries for another sip. She's been doing this every day for the past week. Hoping new habits usher out the old, going to the same breakfast diner every day seemed like a good change, and it got her out of her Nest before evening. The sun, as it turns out, has been doing her immortal body good. Something she should have grasped far before everything... well it's good. What's good is good and she can deal with it. She smiles, her dreads tied back into a loose ponytail. Nessa had been changing the color of her hair for so long she almost forgot that it was originally dark brown. Dark coffee brown. Coffee.

    Sip. Gack!

    Her eye twitches slightly, but it's not as bad as the first two sips. She's starting to let it grow on her, she shrugs and walks on. The crosswalk before Central Park. Oh, so this is where her walk takes her today. With a mindful Hmm She walks forward. The dress catches a little along her sheath for Carnwennan and the Black Flute. Such a drag, but thus has been her life for centuries. Straightening the dress, she nods to another morning walker as they pass mid-crosswalk. Her gladiator sandals tap nearly silently on the sidewalk and she walks straight into the grass, the small black fence melting around her frame as she slips in and out of the Shroud like it was second nature.

    From the crook of her neck, Suzanne appears, stretching and yawning. The little white rat crawls up into the mess of her bangs and Nessa grunts in discomfort.

    "Hey now, dear. Watch those claws." Mother speaks, and Daughter recoils apologetically as she huddles into the top of Nessa's scalp. Shaking her head slowly she continues on, touching a few trees as she passes by. A thought of a few tricks she's learned over her life plays at the edges of her memory. Her aura slowly seeps up from her hand as she touches each tree before walking up to a bench. Small memories implant themselves into her mind as she feels the spirit of the tree. Being a sapling. Being wittled on. Roots breaking through dirt and stone. The ancient feeling. It feels familiar and comforting.

    Nessa sits at the bench. The morning haze gone now, the sun poking out between a dust of clouds in the sky. She brings her legs back and crosses her ankles under the bench.

    Sip. Nngh

    Should have asked for tea.
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    Re: Same as it ever was.

    Post by Bailey and Creamer on Mon Aug 07, 2017 8:37 pm

    ”C’mon, Ailbe! One more loop around the park and we’re good to go! Let’s go, yeah! C’mon boy!” The dog in question huffed as he ran beside Bailey, long legs making up for her stride with relative ease. Or, at least they would have been, had this not been the thirteenth of said loops around the park. He was a dog like any other, enjoyed running plenty, but that HAD to be excessive.

    Still, it wasn’t exactly like he was unused to the treatment. Abnormally long runs had been a staple of their life together. His woman had him jogging around neighborhoods and in wooded areas within a week of taking him home. If nothing else, it certainly helped with sleeping once they arrived, victorious, back to where they stayed. The Irish Lurcher let his tongue roll out of the side of his mouth as he picked up his pace to keep up with his human. His human, who was practically radiating satisfaction as she moved. He knew her well, so very well. Stillness was stagnation, for his Bailey. Movement was living, even if it was just moving in a circle sometimes. Well…he might be projecting a bit there.

    Further back, the one that he didn’t particularly care for trudged behind them like a great eyesore. The creature that he had listened to, that had worked so hard to scare him away from his human the first time she laid eyes upon him. As though he would be cowed by such a miserable thing. Even now, even now that his human was aware of her passenger, her Ailbe couldn’t bring himself to care. It existed, he existed. They both existed, but one of them actually made the most of it. The other was doing a great job of being a loud violence against his senses, so the thing deserved credit for that at least.



    That dog was eyeing him. Just every now and again, when they two turned a corner, but he was. Aulaam was sure of it. The scruffy creature was doing his best to keep him in its sight, he was sure of it. Like it always had, so it wasn’t like this was surprising. He could hardly even be bothered to feel infuriated with it.

    Before, when the mutt was the only thing to see him, he hated it. He HATED the grungy thing, hated how it oozed satisfaction at his screaming, how it refused to be cowed into its proper place. It was just sitting there, so fucking smug. So disgusting. He had hated that this foul thing even shared a similar description to his pups, his brood. No hound could ever be like a Hound.

    The demon growled and turned his eyes away, shoulders and back curled down to reveal every intimate detail of the ridges along his spine It was not too difficult to maintain just enough distance between the bitch and her pet without having to follow them around like an unwilling passenger. Hey circled around, he stayed towards the center. Among the trees, among bushes and flowering plants. Among squirrels that he could make shriek and abandon their homes just by getting too close. That was a good way to spend the time.

    The demon brushed his hands along the ground. For a moment, just a moment, he could pretend as though he felt it. Just the barest sensation of grass and dirt upon his palms, of resistance from the very air itself. Some recognition that he was there.

    But…no. He didn’t. He felt the acid building within Bailey’s legs, the painful pull of her lungs. He felt sweat and air being whisked through her hair. He felt the occasional bump of a furred shoulder upon a leg that did not belong to him. He felt nothing of his own.

    But….he did feel that. Tickling at the edge of his awareness, but as soon as he turned upon it he realized that he should have noticed it sooner. It wasn’t exactly like she could hide herself. Abominations tended to gain attention on any plane. Great tar-filled eyes rolled within sockets as Creamer’s spine contorted, slipping like a snake as he pulled himself towards his connection. Which it happened to also be towards the Witch. This should be interesting, if nothing else.




    Her feet met the pavement with satisfying slaps. Well, her shoes did. She wore shoes while running, and she would continue to. Bailey has learned that lesson the hard way and had no interest in going back to that school. The school of having to walk 4 miles back home without shoes and a stubbed toe. That was a bad school.

    MOVING ON. Running was great! It was super neat, she was high on so many endorphins right then! They were just flowing through her! She was breathing heavily, sure, and sweating up a storm in her shorts and tank-top (and appropriate shoes!) but she just felt so GREAT! She felt ALIVE! She was the one moving, each push of her legs sent her even further than she had been before! If that wasn’t magic Bailey honestly didn’t know what was.

    Well, she did know what was magic. She had seen a lot of magic. Also bending~ But also magic! She had seen a lot of magic! She had experienced a lot of magic. She had a corpse crawl into her soul and rip a seal off of it and introduce her to a demon. With magic! That magic she didn’t particularly enjoy, but could she ever rightfully enjoy the good things if she didn’t equally accept the bad things? No, no she couldn’t. Everything had to be part of a coin or something like that and WOW she loved getting all philosophical when she was running! It was great!

    Ailbe huffed beside her. He was such a good boy. He was her favorite boy. Such a good boy, her best boy. Her best boy that was so great and needed to slow down, it looked like. Bailey willed her legs to move in shorter, slower strides as her toes caught the shifting of force away from the front and towards the back. Ailbe slowed beside her until he was walking with her at a comfortable pace. ”You’re such a good boy, Ailbe.” He huffed. She assumed that meant that he agreed. She saw a lanky, deformed shadow cross the path. Bailey looked up, catching Creamer’s gaze out of the corner of his eye. Eyes (That would always be weird). He looked at her, quietly, before continuing on. Bailey realized she had come to a stop, still breathing heavily and feeling beads of sweat drip down her jaw and back. She looked over, putting her hands on her hips. Wh…wait a second. ”Nessa?”

    It was! She would recognize that hair anywhere! And the rest of her. Actually, she probably wouldn’t have recognized the hair if it hadn’t of also included the rest of her. Bailey grinned, bringing the neck of her shirt up to wipe off most of the sweat from her face. With that same smile, she marched herself (and Ailbe) right on over towards the woman. Never once did it pass her mind that she might not be welcome (the endorphins were probably to blame for that). ”Hey! Long time no see! Well, not too long, I guess, it hasn’t been like months or anything. …has it? I don’t know, I’m not really great with time! Well I’m okay with time. It’s weird. Hi!”
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    Re: Same as it ever was.

    Post by Nessa on Mon Aug 07, 2017 9:14 pm

    Sip. Hm. Okay.

    Nessa looks down at her coffee, turning her to-go cup around in her hands. Her mouth twitches uncomfortably still, but she didn't gag this time. Acquired tastes weren't exactly easy, of course, but if she focused hard enough she could pick out the soft chocolatey tones of the mocha creamer she got. She likes chocolate. Always has. Even after she was awakened, the bittersweet never bothered her. White chocolate not so much. Had to have some sort of quelling flavor for the too-much-sweet. She turns her head toward the middle of the park.

    There were a couple of others here, some people watching like her, but most in couples and groups. Not much of an eventful morning. Her mind ticks the seconds by as she stares out into the distance. Smoothing her dress out, her many bracelets tingling on her wrist, she allows time to pass. Though, normally she reaches a meditation state quickly and becomes more serene and able to accept the world around her. Immediately she feels eyes.

    Eyes. From one thing.

    The Piper smiles, her small glance toward the middle of the wooded area enough to pick out the giant demon. Though now, her eyes are closed. Her aura wraps around her, turning black and then into nothingness. She wouldn't want to interfere with Bailey and Creamer. Quite a few wards and offensive spells she has mastered are worked into her instincts. Particularly with demons. So a turning-off is necessary.

    Now, the reason to be excited. Her red eyes open, turning toward her name. Though the woman was sweaty and short of breath, she leaves her coffee behind and stands almost too quickly to face Bailey. Her smile broad and sincere.

    "Oh! B-Bailey! Y- Yeah it's been... No it's...No~ It's fine...Um? Oh don't worry neither am I. Hah! Okay! The best things in life are~ Hello!" She falls into the word river headfirst, not exactly meaning to babble small talk back at her as whatever endorphins pulse through her system. That runners high. She smiles, remembering her years of training and toning her body. All that unneeded now, she can just run for the fun or the need. Not because it's good for her.

    She grins sideways, shifting her weight to her hip and resting her wrist upon it.

    "H-how are you doing?" All awkward aside, Nessa removes all thoughts of past sad conversations and paranoid freakouts for now. She can't help but smirk and bright-eye at this freckled face.

    She turns her gaze for a short moment at the demon. Blinking long and slow, like a cat would liken to say 'I acknowledge and do not loathe your current existence'. Her smile reaches her eyes when she returns to Bailey. With a long nod, she greets the dog as well.

    "Good morning, Ailbe~"

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