Post by Call on May 3, 2016 5:21:23 GMT -5
((I just realized I haven't made one of these for my two sonas. Huh. Well, here's my writing board then. More will be added soon.))
Nearly Forgotten (aftermath of Famosity)
It had been chaos after what had gone down at that fateful night. Bruna had been near Call when it happened but then the nightmare entity had rushed off as the vines invaded and...
What had happened before she was trapped? The genie struggled to remember. She knew that there had been a loud SNAP! and she had been forced to retreat back into the lamp - something she never did unless given no other option. Also, where were the other cult members? Had Call gotten out safely? Why was that unicorn - what had Tapi called her? Famosity? - destroying everything like this? If she understood more about the situation perhaps things would be easier for the genie but, alas.
The furnished walls of her small blue and gold lamp seemed to be imprisoning her, pushing her into a tinier space than conceivably possible. Bruna's eye sockets flared with furious flames. She could not be released unfortunately without someone rubbing the lamp - one downside to being in such a maladaptive form compared to her original one, sadly. If it was up to her, Bruna would have gotten out a long time ago.
Speaking of time, how long had she been in the lamp anyways? Did the others even notice she had gone missing?
Something akin to a panic attack rose in her at the thought of no one caring that she was gone. She couldn't be alone like this again. Not for decades, waiting for someone to free her only to be enslaved to their will. She had to get out of here, she couldn't go through this again -
"Get a grip on yourself," Amaranth chided her although her tone lacked any sort of bite. Her baby blue eyes were gentle as she cupped Bruna's face. "I am only going for a few days. You know how Master Julian gets when I forget to deliver his messages."
"I don't want to be alone." The other genie's words were nearly inaudible.
Amaranth's expression softened further and she pulled Bruna into an embrace, hands stroking lazily down her sides as if to ensure that neither forgot what her touch felt like. "It will only be a few days," she repeated. "I promise I will come back to you. This isn't the last time we will see one another."
Bruna hesitated before hugging her sister closer, burying her face in her similarly-colored coppery red hair. She couldn't help how anxious she felt without someone she trusted there beside her. Perhaps it was a side effect of the lamp.
An ill sensation crept up her spine. Why was she so childish compared to Amaranth, who wasn't afraid of being left behind or stuck in the lamp for more than a day?
What was she supposed to do when she had to part from her longtime friend and sister? Bruna had only ever had one master unlike Amaranth who had had a total of six that she regretted parting from in the end, and even then the woman hadn't known what to do with her wishes so they were over quickly. Genies weren't meant to stick together; it was a disaster waiting to happen if a curious soul ever found more than one genie to enslave.
Well, perhaps enslave was harsh.
Bruna hated being contained. Luckily her master had not told her to return to the lamp once her wishes were completed so she was not currently trapped inside that sapphire prison. But she always knew that not all masters were as kind and pitying.
She couldn't lose Amaranth. Her sister was the only thing that kept her sane when she was in the lamp.
"I'll hold you to that promise," Bruna mumbled back.
The presently metaphysical genie stared dully down at the carpeted floor of her life-force and prison as memories calmed her for a brief time, washing over her like cool ocean waves. If she had any eyes left to tear up from, she supposed she would be crying.
"You lied," she whispered to the floor as she recalled hearing Julian breaking the news of Amaranth's vanishing to her, the unadulterated rage that had exploded out of her soul. "I'm still here waiting."
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Call was not patient.
The nightmare entity growled fiercely at the dark walls of the manor as she hovered off the ground, her fangs gleaming dangerously. No cultists came across her in their reparations of the halls thankfully, or they might have worried for her sanity.
Not like she had much in the first place.
Call didn't care deeply for anyone. Not for Tapi, not for the cultists rooming down the hall - no one.
It wasn't a personal thing. She didn't have a heart technically, so she consumed all of her feelings and thoughts out of the nightmares and terrors she devoured daily. It was how she was able to stay sentient.
Yet the fact that she could not find a simple strange genie was infuriating her beyond belief, and she wondered if perhaps the reason she had not been able to find Bruna Abdel was because she had been accidentally killed in the chaos.
For some reason her malformed body ached in some foreign emotion at this thought.
No one had seen Bruna since the incident had begun and now that it was over, no one knew where she was either. Call wasn't certain if she had decided to become one of the unicorn's followers (may Tapi have mercy if that was the case) or if she had just vanished.
The nightmare being floated back into the ballroom, scanning the wrecked room with a bright flame burning under her cloak. How could anyone miss a genie wandering about? Where could Bruna have possibly gone?
Why does it matter so much? She found herself scowling at this brief manifesting thought. You know she's a bit irritating, does it honestly matter if she made it out unscathed?
Call should have been focusing on fixing up the manor. That was important. That was what Tapi wanted them to do.
And she was still in the ballroom, searching.
It was in that instant that she caught sight of a familiar dark blue hue gleaming under a torn tablecloth near where a beam had crashed. A feeling that could only be described as relief swept over her before she shoved it down and hurried over. Call lifted the lamp using her levitation ability, noting how it was oddly heavy but not too much for her to hold it up to view. It could only be Bruna's, but she had no idea how to coax the genie back out. Was she meant to yell into the spout of the lamp?
Wasn't there a particular trick to this? The nightmare entity felt as if she were acting stupid. She twisted the lamp around, glaring at it in an attempt to decipher its solution. It wasn't as if she had hands to truly wipe off the dust that had settled on the lovely thing, though. What a pity.
Hands.
Wipe.
Oh. Call's emerald flame flickered and nearly extinguished itself entirely out of irritation.
Well, this was going to be fun.
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Nearly Forgotten (aftermath of Famosity)
It had been chaos after what had gone down at that fateful night. Bruna had been near Call when it happened but then the nightmare entity had rushed off as the vines invaded and...
What had happened before she was trapped? The genie struggled to remember. She knew that there had been a loud SNAP! and she had been forced to retreat back into the lamp - something she never did unless given no other option. Also, where were the other cult members? Had Call gotten out safely? Why was that unicorn - what had Tapi called her? Famosity? - destroying everything like this? If she understood more about the situation perhaps things would be easier for the genie but, alas.
The furnished walls of her small blue and gold lamp seemed to be imprisoning her, pushing her into a tinier space than conceivably possible. Bruna's eye sockets flared with furious flames. She could not be released unfortunately without someone rubbing the lamp - one downside to being in such a maladaptive form compared to her original one, sadly. If it was up to her, Bruna would have gotten out a long time ago.
Speaking of time, how long had she been in the lamp anyways? Did the others even notice she had gone missing?
Something akin to a panic attack rose in her at the thought of no one caring that she was gone. She couldn't be alone like this again. Not for decades, waiting for someone to free her only to be enslaved to their will. She had to get out of here, she couldn't go through this again -
"Get a grip on yourself," Amaranth chided her although her tone lacked any sort of bite. Her baby blue eyes were gentle as she cupped Bruna's face. "I am only going for a few days. You know how Master Julian gets when I forget to deliver his messages."
"I don't want to be alone." The other genie's words were nearly inaudible.
Amaranth's expression softened further and she pulled Bruna into an embrace, hands stroking lazily down her sides as if to ensure that neither forgot what her touch felt like. "It will only be a few days," she repeated. "I promise I will come back to you. This isn't the last time we will see one another."
Bruna hesitated before hugging her sister closer, burying her face in her similarly-colored coppery red hair. She couldn't help how anxious she felt without someone she trusted there beside her. Perhaps it was a side effect of the lamp.
An ill sensation crept up her spine. Why was she so childish compared to Amaranth, who wasn't afraid of being left behind or stuck in the lamp for more than a day?
What was she supposed to do when she had to part from her longtime friend and sister? Bruna had only ever had one master unlike Amaranth who had had a total of six that she regretted parting from in the end, and even then the woman hadn't known what to do with her wishes so they were over quickly. Genies weren't meant to stick together; it was a disaster waiting to happen if a curious soul ever found more than one genie to enslave.
Well, perhaps enslave was harsh.
Bruna hated being contained. Luckily her master had not told her to return to the lamp once her wishes were completed so she was not currently trapped inside that sapphire prison. But she always knew that not all masters were as kind and pitying.
She couldn't lose Amaranth. Her sister was the only thing that kept her sane when she was in the lamp.
"I'll hold you to that promise," Bruna mumbled back.
The presently metaphysical genie stared dully down at the carpeted floor of her life-force and prison as memories calmed her for a brief time, washing over her like cool ocean waves. If she had any eyes left to tear up from, she supposed she would be crying.
"You lied," she whispered to the floor as she recalled hearing Julian breaking the news of Amaranth's vanishing to her, the unadulterated rage that had exploded out of her soul. "I'm still here waiting."
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Call was not patient.
The nightmare entity growled fiercely at the dark walls of the manor as she hovered off the ground, her fangs gleaming dangerously. No cultists came across her in their reparations of the halls thankfully, or they might have worried for her sanity.
Not like she had much in the first place.
Call didn't care deeply for anyone. Not for Tapi, not for the cultists rooming down the hall - no one.
It wasn't a personal thing. She didn't have a heart technically, so she consumed all of her feelings and thoughts out of the nightmares and terrors she devoured daily. It was how she was able to stay sentient.
Yet the fact that she could not find a simple strange genie was infuriating her beyond belief, and she wondered if perhaps the reason she had not been able to find Bruna Abdel was because she had been accidentally killed in the chaos.
For some reason her malformed body ached in some foreign emotion at this thought.
No one had seen Bruna since the incident had begun and now that it was over, no one knew where she was either. Call wasn't certain if she had decided to become one of the unicorn's followers (may Tapi have mercy if that was the case) or if she had just vanished.
The nightmare being floated back into the ballroom, scanning the wrecked room with a bright flame burning under her cloak. How could anyone miss a genie wandering about? Where could Bruna have possibly gone?
Why does it matter so much? She found herself scowling at this brief manifesting thought. You know she's a bit irritating, does it honestly matter if she made it out unscathed?
Call should have been focusing on fixing up the manor. That was important. That was what Tapi wanted them to do.
And she was still in the ballroom, searching.
It was in that instant that she caught sight of a familiar dark blue hue gleaming under a torn tablecloth near where a beam had crashed. A feeling that could only be described as relief swept over her before she shoved it down and hurried over. Call lifted the lamp using her levitation ability, noting how it was oddly heavy but not too much for her to hold it up to view. It could only be Bruna's, but she had no idea how to coax the genie back out. Was she meant to yell into the spout of the lamp?
Wasn't there a particular trick to this? The nightmare entity felt as if she were acting stupid. She twisted the lamp around, glaring at it in an attempt to decipher its solution. It wasn't as if she had hands to truly wipe off the dust that had settled on the lovely thing, though. What a pity.
Hands.
Wipe.
Oh. Call's emerald flame flickered and nearly extinguished itself entirely out of irritation.
Well, this was going to be fun.
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