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Post by Delta on Oct 6, 2004 23:52:08 GMT -5
Yama's red eyes gazed upon the good Wysteria from underneath his cloak. "Being feared and hated isn't all that bad..." Is all he said. (Sorry. i'm really, really sorry. I'm having a bad rping day today)
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Oct 7, 2004 22:02:09 GMT -5
Wysteria snapped her head in his direction. "How can you say that?! I'm not like you-"
"Oh yes you are.," the duplicate chimed happily in.
Wysteria ignored her, trying the best she could to shut the other out. "I all ready have to do this! So don't you dare rub it in my face by mocking me with fake pity!!"
(I just realized how and why Wysteria recognized those ponies as gods... if the naughty Wysteria is prophetic and can see the mage wars, wouldn't she also have seen the other gods too? lol)
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Post by Delta on Oct 12, 2004 2:51:05 GMT -5
Yama gazed at her from underneath his hood.
"There's an evil side to you- would you get over it already?" he muttered impatiently.
(Yano how ya wanted yama to rape Wyst? Well he can get fresh with the dark Wyst just to scare the shizit out of the good one. buahaha.)
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Oct 12, 2004 17:49:30 GMT -5
(lol! YES! That would rock!!)
Wysteria shook her head violently in rejection to all of it. She just could not get over that one fact. Certainly, of course, every pony had his or her mischievous side, but this was far worse. Wysteria would try to fight the idea that there was something evil with in her.
The darker Wysteria yawned purposely to show her annoyance at how strongly the other tried to fight it. She looked back over to Yama, then towards her other half.
"Hey, Yama, I'm boooored~," she childishly whined, returning to rolling back on the ground. Her body sidled up near the expired dream version of Silver Shadow and she used it as a pillow. Almost in a childish tantrum, the dark Wysteria kicked into the dirt as if to release some form of energy. "Let's let the lowly starving artist wallow in her sorrow and do something fun!"
(Are we just more or less wasting time until Yama's got to go to Set? Is Wysteria heading with you for that?)
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Post by Delta on Oct 13, 2004 1:31:05 GMT -5
(Traumitising Wysteria and Wasting time; But mostly Traumitising. Yama needs to show her who's boss, after all, and you know I really wanted to do the rape thing. Tehe. It's up to you if you want her to go.) Yama watched the other roll about on the ground. Firstly he sat still, watching her in disgust, then he stood up and lowered his hood, before it dissapeared altogether. "Bored?." He chuckled, glancing once at the Good Wysteria then back to the dark one. he then walked around the mare on the ground, all the while letting his tail brush over several parts of her body.
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Oct 13, 2004 17:55:40 GMT -5
(Hmm....how are we going to do this as it is a Pg-13 bored? I know there's Ponyo and we could rp it there, but, that could take too long anyway, and that's more so for the really in depth stuff. Any thoughts? Wysteria could just run off or wake up as things get naughty.)
The darker Wysteria's green eyes held a glint of devilish delight. Wysteria watched back mortified, as if she knew exactly what the two of them were thinking. Normally, if she were in a group of ponies with the various hints between a couple of some 'quality' time, Wysteria would respond with a deep blushing. Since one of those two individuals could easily be mistaken for her twin, it was, well, almost like she may have been having an out of body experience.
The reflection looked up to Yama with a mock needy face. Playfully she grabbed his tail and pulled on it teasingly. "Come on, old guy, certainly you must have SOME experience with all that age!"
The shy and sweet mare began to take a few steps back. Then a thought struck her. This may have been a dream, or more so an invasion of her dream by Yama, but what was Yama doing outside of it? What if Yama had placed a spell over her so that he may be doing something to her while she slept?
Shrilly, she shrieked, "STOP IT! LET ME OUT OF THIS NIGHTMARE!! I WANT TO WAKE UP NOW!!"
(As for Wysteria following you, you could just blindfold her and she'll blank out again, I'm certain. Then she'll do what you ask without question. Also...curious about when she'll meet Star Catcher)
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Post by Delta on Oct 14, 2004 2:14:30 GMT -5
(Hm... I don't know how we'll do it. We'll see how far it gets. Also, She'll meet Star a little while after he's met Lacey.)
Yama laughed bitterly as Wysteria screamed. "No. I think I'll watch you scream for a while."
He yanked his tail away from the evil mare and continued to circle her, before stopping behind her and leaning down, nuzzling the side of her face. He grinned.
"I'm still young at heart..."
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Oct 14, 2004 21:00:52 GMT -5
"I'll bet you are, big boy," she winked back with a haughty tone. The darker Wysteria didn't hesitate in straining her neck to leave a teasing peck on his cheek. This was followed be a more toxic lip lock.
"No! No!! This is just a nightmare!! Let me wake up!!," she pleaded, her heart racing as she turned to run from the sight, and hopefully from Yama as well.
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Post by Delta on Oct 15, 2004 2:17:36 GMT -5
The God of Death pulled away from the mare as she began to kiss him. He sidled over to the good Wysteria.
"Leaving so soon...?" He laughed. " i'd rather you stay... Don't make me make you." He finsished with a growl.
Yama strode back over to the evil mare and began to kiss her again, this time harder and more furious than before.
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Oct 15, 2004 17:10:50 GMT -5
Wysteria grit her teeth, her shoulders shaking with a growing rage. I can't watch this! And what if he's doing something to me outside of my head?! I've got to stop this!!!
"No.," she said out forcefully, "I've let you walk all over me, but not here. Not in my dreams. You can't kill me here, and Silver Shadow's all ready dead, what else could you threaten me with?" Holy Rainbow...I've just signed my death wish!
The purple mare spun around to face the two of them. The darker one raised her eyebrows with an irritated stature. "Ah, good for you, glad you could establish that," her prophetic side snidely replied back. Her green eyes darted back to Yama. "Forget her. It's not like she can do anything anyway. I'm that side of her, after all."
The last of it was said with emphasize, her eyes trailing to the real Wysteria to direct the words to their target. The artist stance and face showed a brief moment of falter before returning to her position before, except slightly weaker.
"Th-that's not true!! Get out of my head, Yama! You told me to get rest, and here you are disrupting the sleep you ordered me to get! So unless you want a mage that can't even function well, I suggest-no, I demand you leave and let me sleep." Her eyebrows furrowed together in worry as to what sort of punishment she may receive, but she had hopped the others would see it as determination.
The other laughed, "Ooooh, big words." She turned her body over, rolling again in a dusty bath. "Although, I commend you," she lazily saluted, followed by a fit of giggles. Once they'd subsided, she continued, "Those be spur of the moment, desperate words. But they're smart words. Once you're training's done, that mind and our 'battle' skills will be hard to match." She beamed, but Wysteria's ears folded back in silence. “Besides,” her darker side retorted, “I’m the one to disrupt your sleep, anyway.”
"Well, Yama?," Wysteria forced herself to try a demanding approach, "I'm waiting." Wysteria's heart was beating so fast from fear then, she could have peed her pants if she wore any.
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Post by Delta on Oct 21, 2004 4:09:13 GMT -5
Yama flicked his tail. "You're right." He said. He stepped away from the evil mare.
"Wysteria," He muttered to the evil one. "I'd love to continue this but my mage must sleep." He grinned. "But we'll catch up soon." He conjured his cloak from thin air, and then began to fade...
(Sorry to spoil the fun. -.- )
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Oct 23, 2004 19:21:10 GMT -5
Wysteria continued to hold her breath until Yama faded from sight. Only then she let out a sigh of relief. The darker Wysteria glared back to her, obviously not at all approving of what had just happened.
The other stood and circled Wysteria again. In a no play matter, she snidely remarked, "You stickler, you have no fun. No matter, give or take a few days and there won't be this problem." She gave a devious grin, and Wysteria shuddered, barely trying to maintain a strong stand.
With that, the darker Wysteria bounded off, and the true Wysteria was finally allowed to rest a dreamless sleep.
(I'm ready for a jump to evening if Yama/Set/all others are.)
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Oct 30, 2004 18:35:35 GMT -5
(making the jump, Set's awaiten at Solsberry Hill)
The day passed and the purple mare spent it in an exhausted sleep. It was no surprise with the ordeal she had went though, but it wasn't unlike her usual routine either. Wysteria had horrible tendencies to throw herself into her work for several days without sleep before crashing for a good 24-48 hours. Luckily, this manor of living and being able to feel rather rejuvenated with those few hours of sleep would do the mare good.
With one deep breath, Wysteria's green eyes parted slightly. She breathed deeply into her warm pillow, begging just a moment more of rest. But as the time progressed, so did her period of half awareness until she was fully conscious, and aware again of what had happened. Although struck suddenly with the harsh reality, Wysteria managed to at least keep a steady appearance. Sleep certainly was the primary factor of that. Silently, she prayed that Yama was not still in her home, got up out of bed, and went into her kitchen.
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Dec 20, 2004 18:06:09 GMT -5
(ooc: Haven't posted for Wys in ages, thought I'd do something with her to. So erm, I'm just saying that Yama left without Wysteria.)
The purple mare stared blankly at the wall. Her body felt sticky and hot, a combination of her unability to afford running the AC much during the summer time and the fear that gripped at her heart. Yama had left her. No explanations. Just up and disappeared.
Wysteria wasn't certain whether she was fearful for whomever he had left to see, or for herself, if what he had done was a ploy to frighten her more. Whichever the two, it was certainly working. The only thing worse than lamenting over where Yama had went off to was the unbearable thoughts that he would be coming back.
Her tiny frame began to tremble again as she finally broke the statue like hold that was on her body. "Oh Rainbow....oh...oh," she rolled her face into her hooves. The twinge of disgust and guilt began to rush up to her eyes again, and Wysteria did nothing to hold back her sobs as the tears became present. Silently she prayed to whatever god there was for comfort...
All that she was given was the tumbling of images of Silver Shadow dead, crushed by perhaps Razz's destroyed shop, or burnt to death, her overly active and artistic imagination blowing and twisting the thoughts to unbearable proportions. It had been her fault. He was dead because of her. She had to do what Yama said, or else Silver Shadow would remain that way.
She owed it to him; Wysteria would never be able to live with herself knowing what Yama had divulged to her. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair for Silver Shadow, this is what she had deserved, Wysteria just couldn't seem to break from these thoughts.
Once again, a fresh sob escaped her heavy chest, and she was reminded again that she desperately needed comfort. However the one thing that brought her comfort was only striking her back down with turmoil.
Wysteria forced herself off the edge of her bed, standing wearily, forcing herself to do something. The artist kneeled down, and firmly lifted the edge of her mattress high enough to glimpse the corners of messy pages of paper. She reached for the bundle and returned the matters to it's spot. Wysteria sat down again, her back resting against her bed's frame, shaky hooves unfolding some pages. Green eyes traced the lines of neatly written versus, poems...Star Catcher...he was always a writer...
Wysteria continued, going over the pages, taking her time, and forcing herself to think about the carefully written words. They had been poems, love letters, memoirs of her college years, of happier times. Times she had spent in a young love, experimentation with another artistic soul. Lingering on her past was ridiculous and immature, Wysteria noted to herself, but if she could just grasp some stability, some inner peace for just a moment, then Wysteria would linger to her heart's content. Silently, she wondered where the writer was...
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Post by Delta on Jan 14, 2005 21:00:25 GMT -5
Yama burst through the door, entering the room in a much better mood than he had been in when he left. He looked around and spotted Wysteria, and grinned. He kicked the door closed.
"Wysteria!" He cried heartily. "I should have brought you with me! You missed out on all the fun!" He headed towards the kitchen. "I had a small meeting with Set," He said as he opened the fridge door. "Then I went into town and... Well it was fun anywho." He finished, sparing Wysteria the details. He emerged from the fridge with a large piece of cake. He took a large bite. Pony flesh wasn't exactly filling you know, and murdering is hungry work.
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