I don't want o wake up anymore [Apple]

[Gally G6]

The morning, like most, was frigid, a rarity in the blistering country of earth. Practically unbearably so. Words spoken turned to ice, veins ran cold, and hearts grew black. I could tell something was upon me. A demon? A ghost? A god? I knew nor could I tell what lay ahead. The light was gone, stolen from the land. Unjust, it was, and fairness and justice needed to be restored, returned. I was simply one of many trying to restore the land to its former glory.

"Your body is your greatest weapon," one of the elders once told me, departing her wisdom as a final farewell. "However, it is also your greatest weakness. With it, you are everything. Without it, you are nothing."[/color] It seemed as if the world was against my quest, the idea of healing time where it had been rent asunder. I traveled the about the wastelands, searching for the light, as it seemed the scattered souls of Hell continually batttered my body and molested my mind with horrors even I could not imagine.[/font]

OOC: Shitty post, I will edit this is abit. just descripton, so you are more than welcome to reply anyway. :]

[Apple]

The rocky terrain of Tsuchi no kuni gave me many, many memories of the last time that I had been here- The land was cursed as far as I cared, and all I wanted as of now was the location, then I could go and do whatever I wanted elsewhere, as far as I could away from this place. Wherever the village was I was hoping to obtain the location pretty soon, and if I didn’t.. Who knows what would happen. But at the moment, walking around the rocky terrain, I’d have a strange sense of déjà vu- I was sure that I hadn’t been to this part of Tsuchi no kuni before, but seeing as the country as a whole looked the same no matter where you went, there wasn’t much variation as far as sights went, unless there were defining features- Such defining features I had not managed to come cross yet.

So with my heavy feet I’d walk across the terrain, my eyes inspecting the land around me as I’d do so, searching wildly for something of worth in this place- Hopefully I’d be able to find something to do soon, or I was sure that I’d probably be driven insane by not just the fact that I was in one of my least favourite countries, but also because there was little to do. And being a person who relished speaking to others (Insulting them of course, I wasn’t too fond on the friendlier side of things) and taking action at every awake moment, just being able to walk around the place and explore was.. not exactly one of my favourite things to do, although for the time being it was good enough.

Running my right hand through my long blonde hair, like some kind of goddess my steps would bring light to the area, my somewhat pale skin and contrasting white and black clothing making me stand out amongst the bleak rocks and dead plants that were littered across the place. It was this, along with my beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair that rendered me desirable to the majority of humans on this earth- The ones who didn’t were obviously just creeps who were convinced they couldn’t get someone as stunning as I was. Even I was surprised at how gorgeous I looked sometimes, my eyes flickering across any reflective surface that I came across to check out my appearance- It’s not that I’m vain, I just like to look great.

But right now, as far as I could tell there were little to no people that I could show off myself to- I was hoping that I could pass by people and maybe gain a ryo or two by making up another sob story, but I couldn’t really be bothered in all truths. Or at least I wasn’t bothered right now- However, should I come across someone I’d probably try the give me ryo trick on them in order to attain funds to feed my growing need to pursue my career as a medic- There were many things that I didn’t have at the moment that were requested from medics- Basic items of course, and a new pair of shoes- I was unsure which I should choose first, which should have more a priority, but right now my mind was drifting towards the new pair of heels that I had seen advertised back in the last item shop I’d been in.

..However at the moment, it seemed incredibly lucky of me should I even see an item shop.
I was in the middle of nowhere.
Or might as well be.

[/justify]

[Gally G6]

This land always made me uneasy. In Bølvanger we were abused and molested, yet we knew we were safe from the outside world. It funny how ironic the situation had become now. As I looked around all I saw was devastation, earth charred and smoldering where darkness had shrouded a violent force no one could foresee. It was this very landscape, rocks and boulders demolished by an unknown force which frigtened me. The Samurai may not have taken to us kindly, nor did they ever help us, but the district offered one thing this barren wasteland struggled to provide itself: a place of sanctuary.

For the longest time I thought it was okay to be ignorant. All the stories the elders told us about the beasts which we feared and revered as guardians against the malicious Samurai, they all kept us entertained and happy. We never had to struggle with these foreign concepts of war, destruction...murder. Everything was explained, and that which could not was given a story. These stories, fabricated by senile minds wishing to keep safe a new and tender generation, told of things which dwelled in the world.

Not animals, or plants, or even a specific place in the world. I remember the elders called these beings, said to have transcended our plain of existance to that of happiness and wonder, "Beautiful."[/color] I never understood it while I remained awake, yet as my eyes closed, the realm of innocence claimed me. These beings I imagined to be wrapped in a cloak of silky gold, barring the faces of the heavens. I remember one story in particular, which to this day I will not forget. This is our story of creation.[/font]

Seven hundred years ago, Beautifuls visited our planet. Their names were of a nature the human mind could simply not grasp, so we named them. It was Amber Autumn under the Lights, the defacto leader of the visitors, who spoke to us of salvation. As every civilization before us, we as a whole were on the brink of death. She gave us an offer hard to refuse.

We were taken away to their home far away, and they treated us as we did them, bowing heads, smiling pleasantly and holding deep conversations over the cosmos. We had all been liberated early, sent to a heaven we did not know existed. There was one thing however, that was a tabooed topic: dreams. Amber Autumn simply and unarguably stated that dreams are our deepest sins suffering to be heard.

The Beautifuls did not dream nor did they ever experience sleep. They were completely pure of any negative expression, thought or action. It was as if someone had purged Heaven only to leave those who were truly defined as good. With their intelligence they brought a creature known simply as the Rot. It was this creature that granted the Beautifuls their longevity and happiness. The Rot wished to help humanity as well, to further assist us to become like the visitors. Many eagerly accepted to leave our world for the next, while those who refused were not heard of again. I was always one of the surviving rebels.

Perhaps this was why I hated life. I lived hardships, but these hardships were what made sleeping that much more rewarding. As I grew older, I slept more and more, not because I was tired but so I could spend more time with the Beautifuls[/i] and their wonderful home of light. Yet when I awoke I felt as if my purpose in life was to be beaten, molested and degraded to that worse than shit. I had told myself long ago that I would never wake up, to walk the land of the living and the mysterious forever. My explorations lead me far, my mind dulled while my awareness picked up strange, little things. I just wondered as I wandered this hellhole with no where to go but somewhere, if the Beautifuls[/color] existed. What if they were here, hiding, waiting for us to find them? Maybe, if this were so, I could wake up and find happiness...somewhere, eventually.[/font]

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T'ought the story might provide an entrance of something. xD While that wasn't intentionally, it worked out nicely.

[Apple]

[OOC: Short post- I’ll write my normal amount for the next one!]

It wouldn’t belong until I’d soon feel as if I was being watched- No, watched wasn’t exactly the world- Neither was stalked- But I was sure that there was someone else around the place, the lingering feeling that I wasn’t alone in this barren land stirred me a little, but with my eyes carefully scanning the area, these feelings would be pushed back somewhat as I’d see nothing, before turning a corner somewhat and in the distance seeing a ”Fucking mummy?!” I’d shout out loud as I’d stop in my tracks, don my tracker and view the figure who was at least sixty or so meters away- A long distance for sure, but I could see him clearly from where I was, and unfortunately for myself, he could probably see me with the same level of sight. However, with my trackers now on I’d crouch down somewhat, hiding behind a carefully placed rock and simply stare at him.

What the fuck is he wearing? He looks like a creeper. my quick judgement coming in to tow, I’d look at his form, all bandaged like some kind of Halloween creature who had just by chance stumbled upon a mass of chocolate and candy- It was quite strange to see someone like that but I was sure that there was reason behind it, right? Shaking my head a little bit in disagreement with what horrible articles of clothing this guy was wearing, I’d keep watching, my form silent, except for the moment when I voiced my opinion on his appearance a few moments ago. Should he see me, I wouldn’t shy away from staring like some people would, and with my heightened vision, the tracker giving me the ability to see him up close and clear, I’d then wait for his response to me or whatever reason he was out here for.

[Gally G6]

/exit. Thread not finished. Will reenter after Kinjustu quest is over :/

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[Messatsu!]

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