begin the war. {big fight day 2}
Mar 2, 2017 22:13:33 GMT -5
Post by mat on Mar 2, 2017 22:13:33 GMT -5
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Callixtus Shim
{Callixtus attacks Ophelia; eggplant axe}
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11034 - Deep Gash on Arm 8.0
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Callixtus Shim
can’t admit what I already know.
that I am afraid of letting go..
that I am afraid of letting go..
His fingers wrap around the cold aubergine weapon that he somehow made only hours ago. Callixtus’s body ached, not out of physical pain, but rather an emotional version of hurt. Every moment, every one of those damn cannons that blew off only managed to scratch another bloody scar into his heart. There were at least ten today, but after that he began to lose count. What was the point of keeping track, it only made the boy more lonely, afraid, and pain-filled. Each one of those blasts defined another boulder that was to fall into his basket.
Anarchy, Cassiopeia, and Riordan, those were the people that he settled on as his allies. He wasn't expecting any at first as he made no deals or pleas. The met Anarchy as they destroyed masterpieces and then Cassia and Rio came along. Cassiopeia, sister to Sol’s ally, was a demanding girl, and Cal knew that at any moment she could kill him. Yet with that thought in mind, Callixtus stayed, hoping that she would make a sign so he knew when to leave. She didn't yet, and it kept him from running off as the night inside the twisted mansion brought a new feeling of insecurity to him.
He was around three people who should be considered his foes, yet he stood by them, not afraid. Instead, he held his own. He believed it to be an unspoken trust, one that didn't seem real. In reality, they should've killed each other on first sight, but Cal didn't want to, he didn't harm Anarchy and he didn't even think about it when Riordan and Cassia showed up. The trust that he built within hours wasn't forever, instead it was temporary and the contract could be diminished at any time. That fear kept him awake, his eyes staring at the walls, at Anarchy, at Rio, at Cassia, and at the lined hallways. The trust wasn't going to last forever, and when the time ran out, he would have to be ready.
It was like the insomnia that he brought upon himself the night before the reaping. His body was waiting, waiting for the voice that guided him into this burning hell to help him walk away from it. Dead or alive, in made him more than miserable.
It hurt him.
He wanted out.
He played with the cards of his deck. One of Anarchy, another of the Turner girl, a third of Ronnie Cheyne. The others he didn't know by name, but if he saw a face, he could point them out. If he had to, Cal was willing to kill them with their own face.
He put them away when they awoke, it was time to move. Being stationary only meant someone was bound to find them eventually. Cal held his purple axe and got up as they moved, but to where, the chestnut brown haired boy did not know.
Their tired and cautious feet led them to a field of many colors, just like Callixtus had hoped his collection of crayons could look like… Except one thing was peculiar. It was all backwards, colors mixed around from a natural scenery.
”Looks like a little bit of abstract--”
He cut himself off by the site of new encounters, enemies. Two, Ronnie Cheyne and the Lumiere boy who did not know the first name, were with two new people. His first instinct was to take a step back, but his brain didn't take long to change his mind and pull down his axe upon one of the girls.
He didn't know why, but it felt more natural to fight than to run away.
Anarchy, Cassiopeia, and Riordan, those were the people that he settled on as his allies. He wasn't expecting any at first as he made no deals or pleas. The met Anarchy as they destroyed masterpieces and then Cassia and Rio came along. Cassiopeia, sister to Sol’s ally, was a demanding girl, and Cal knew that at any moment she could kill him. Yet with that thought in mind, Callixtus stayed, hoping that she would make a sign so he knew when to leave. She didn't yet, and it kept him from running off as the night inside the twisted mansion brought a new feeling of insecurity to him.
He was around three people who should be considered his foes, yet he stood by them, not afraid. Instead, he held his own. He believed it to be an unspoken trust, one that didn't seem real. In reality, they should've killed each other on first sight, but Cal didn't want to, he didn't harm Anarchy and he didn't even think about it when Riordan and Cassia showed up. The trust that he built within hours wasn't forever, instead it was temporary and the contract could be diminished at any time. That fear kept him awake, his eyes staring at the walls, at Anarchy, at Rio, at Cassia, and at the lined hallways. The trust wasn't going to last forever, and when the time ran out, he would have to be ready.
It was like the insomnia that he brought upon himself the night before the reaping. His body was waiting, waiting for the voice that guided him into this burning hell to help him walk away from it. Dead or alive, in made him more than miserable.
It hurt him.
He wanted out.
He played with the cards of his deck. One of Anarchy, another of the Turner girl, a third of Ronnie Cheyne. The others he didn't know by name, but if he saw a face, he could point them out. If he had to, Cal was willing to kill them with their own face.
He put them away when they awoke, it was time to move. Being stationary only meant someone was bound to find them eventually. Cal held his purple axe and got up as they moved, but to where, the chestnut brown haired boy did not know.
Their tired and cautious feet led them to a field of many colors, just like Callixtus had hoped his collection of crayons could look like… Except one thing was peculiar. It was all backwards, colors mixed around from a natural scenery.
”Looks like a little bit of abstract--”
He cut himself off by the site of new encounters, enemies. Two, Ronnie Cheyne and the Lumiere boy who did not know the first name, were with two new people. His first instinct was to take a step back, but his brain didn't take long to change his mind and pull down his axe upon one of the girls.
He didn't know why, but it felt more natural to fight than to run away.
{Callixtus attacks Ophelia; eggplant axe}
JWSp8Adtaxe
11034 - Deep Gash on Arm 8.0
axe�axe