05-18-2018, 03:02 AM
There are many names in history
but none of them are ours.
lilyspoise ♕ the typhoon ♕ budding flower ♕ tags
Lilyspoise was not born a with a monsterous half; she did not become a monster, nor have monstrosity thrust upon her.
Lilyspoise was not anything but herself.
Perhaps that included monstrosity, but unlike the two in front of her, she did not find herself with a malicious half. Every part of her that killed was still completely her. There was no fight for control-- maybe there was impulsiveness, but there was no combating force against her.
Lil of all people would know, having formerly been so familiar with the trade of control-- the bubbling souls surfacing above and trading consciousness.
The Troubadour was not born evil, nor did she have it thrust upon her. As a human she grew up in a war zone, raised with blood on her hands from patching up wounds. Her kin often came home with wounds given on the battlefield they so desperately tried to keep her away from. They said she wasn't ready; too young and too innocent. She was kept away until they realized they needed her. They saddled her up, gave her a staff, and let her heal. Only heal.
She took up tombs anyways.
She was Elise then, and Elise did not like hurting people. She didn't want to do it, but she refused to stand idle as family members took damage in turn. She'd be patching up those wounds later, anyways, so why not lighten her workload...?
It began in White Magic. She'd cast Freeze and suddenly her sister could get in an extra shot. She'd cast Rescue because her brother was surrounded. She'd cast Silence and halt a foe's magic. She do everything but kill the enemy herself.
Then, as many stories of this ilk go, came a fated battle. It was some sort of Hoshidan border spat -- it wasn't a rebellion or something they could just suppress quickly, or tactfully plan out. One moment she was making flower crowns in the garden, and the next her guards were hurrying off with her to the battlefield.
Despite these guards, and despite her family, she found herself cornered. It was a situation that wasn't entirely unfamiliar; she was a princess, she'd been targeted before, but normally she knew someone would eventually be around. This case scenario left her guards distracted, and her family fighting their own battles.
Elise knew what she had to do.
"No more holding back!"
Energy formed ringlets around her, she gripped her tomb tight, and felt heat pulse through her veins. This was why Leo chose to wield magic, she knew in that moment. The sparks in her veins were enough -- this thrill was incomparable.
Elise did not like hurting people, no, but she found joy in the fact that she was no longer an easy target.
When the young girl was thrust into the animal world, she fell into the same feeling of vulnerability. The transformation from bipedal to quadruped was one she happened to adapt to with grace. She found a group -- an old snowy bunch of islands where her family, reincarnated as well, found themselves. She took up herbs, an alternative to the healing she once knew. She continued to patch up wounds where she could, and she studied and studied as much as she could. There was so much knowledge in this new world, and it felt like there wasn't nearly enough time to digest it all.
There really wasn't.
Throughout her experience in the group she lost family, gained twin-souls, laughed and cried and felt every emotion in between--
Then, in a moment, it was gone.
It was all too familiar. She was cornered, end of the line, and she felt the heat pulse through her veins again.
Except there was no magic to wield in this world, so she turned to teeth and claws and, soon enough, weaponry instead. Scissors became her preferred weapon -- her twin-souls dabbled in them too, but she adored the crafty tools. Precise enough to cut dead leaves off of flowering plants. Precise enough to cut lifelines.
Lilyspoise abandoned that life though. Left it behind when she lost everything else. It was impossible to kill her way to peace. Attempt after attempt after attempt and all it ever amounted to was ruined lives scattered in her wake. The realization was simple: she could not become god by reversing her own creation. Nowadays though, this realization didn't stop her from carrying her scissor blades. She found a new pack during a weapon training class in the Typhoon, and she felt more complete than she had in months. She felt safe again.
Like many of her endeavors outside of the Typhoon began, Lil was out looking for herbs. Some plants just weren't native to the jungle, and she'd found success in introducing them to her own garden, so she'd been out looking for plants to uproot and bring back home. She already had a few stored in the bags she carried around her neck-- she was about to head home, actually. But she overheard a spat between a couple. Normally she would've ignored it, but she heard...
She heard her own name fall from these stranger's mouths.
"Let me do this for me... not you, not Lil, not anyone else but me."
Lil was a common name, right? It was just a coincide--
"I know about Lil. I know how you two met up the other day. She's in the Typhoon. She's healing there. She's a good healer."
Who were these people? They didn't seem familiar-- certainly not people she'd encountered in the darker parts of her life, but they knew her by name and location and they could easily kill her, couldn't they? What meeting did she speak of? There was no other Lil in the Typhoon, but Lilyspoise herself had no recollection of such a meeting.
"Please, just go there and be with Lil. Take care of her and yourself. Don't stay here."
Huh? Maybe she helped these people as a nomad healer...? Surely she'd recognize them though, which meant that they could be trying to deceive her. If they knew she was here, that is, but she couldn't be sure of that option either. Nonetheless, she prepped herself for battle; she kept her guard up and could feel the press of her scissor sheathes on her body.
Lilyspoise could feel the shift in the air a mile away. Something became hostile between the two-- something became dangerous. Hm. Maybe she hadn't messed with the people they were moments ago, but she could see herself getting into spats with whoever had taken over. Yes, this was much more up her alley.
"News flash: Lil is the only smart one here. She hates me because she probably sees me for what I am. Perhaps you're the one who needs to be sent away to the Typhoon. Are you trying to punish me?"
Was she a punishment now? Ha! The life previously abandoned still followed her like a ghost. Old feelings of the thrill began to resurface, and as much as she wished to deny it being wholly her, that's exactly what it was. No part of her soul shifted -- not this time, at least -- like she believed she witness between the two before her. This was her, she was one of the Lilies, she was Crowborough.
Yes, she: Crowborough.
Yes, Eli: Titanum.
Yes, Lissa: Talipot.
Yes, together: the Lilies.
"Lil doesn't hate Margaery. She loves her. Lil's just hurt right now, confused. And if you, for once second, think about harming her again, I will not hesitate to kill you."
Margaery? Who was Margaery?
Who was this beast trying to destroy in the namesake of saving her?
"And about Lil, perhaps I'll have to take your words as a challenge. I'll kill her."
What was going on? If Margaery was the soul swap of this... this creature -- yes, creature, because Lil had no right to call others monstrous as if her own deeds weren't so similar in nature -- then why didn't she recognize the name?
For a brief moment, Lilyspoise felt the fainted of tug on her memories. A part of her that screamed "Yes, you know her! You know her, idiot!" but nothing was loud enough. Nothing could kick her brain into overdrive and shatter the chains that held captive her memories. Nothing could force her to remember what she'd so voluntarily forgotten.
"Lilyspoise will hate you. Nobody likes a monster, Suiteheart, and you won't kill me because neither do you."
...
Y̼͎̜̣̱͇͢o̭͞ṵ͚͓͔̮͔͘'̧͔̙̞v̤̥̳̤̕e͓͚̗̰͙ ̣ș̮̰̮̤ee̝͔͎̻͡ń̲̩̬̦ ͖͔̭̱̩t͇h̫̝͎͉͚͇í̼̗̲s̱̥ ̹͙̹͍͈̙s͏̹͚͙͓͚ce̷̯̟̬̥̭̘̹n̛̟̘͓̥͎͓̜e͓̖͈̦͓̝͘ ̦͈b̗̝̞̙̳͎e͏͔͔̱̥͚͉̙f́o̼̖̹̜r̟e̗̝͓̟̰̤͘.̹̹̗̜
The sound of the scissor scraping from it's sheath was loud-- loud enough to draw their attention, hopefully.
"Both of you are making bold claims about me." The tabby growled, lashing her tail. She kept her claw in the hole of the scissor, ready to switch it's hold to her mouth at any moment. "It's kind of funny, actually. You seem to know me by name, yet I can't say the same for you." A lighthearted laugh followed suit to her words before a smug grin fell upon her once more.
"Must be fans of my work, which means you should really be calling me Crowborough." The bear was going to be the bigger challenge, quite literally. Lily was sure that both were skilled in combat, but the size difference posed a challenge. She looked up at the larger creature. "You seem oddly protective over me, yet I don't even know you. I'd prefer if you didn't kill in my name, because I hate being used as a figurehead." There was still so much of this situation that didn't make any sense. The polar bear seemed to want to protect her, yet was so violent against the other. The other had threatened Lil's own life, but at the same time that chocolate point believed Lil hated her. None of this made any sense, but the cream tabby would seek out answers. "Break this up, now. I want both of you alive and I want answers. If you care about me even half as much as you claim to," Lilac eyes locked with those of the bear. "Suiteheart, it was? Suiteheart, you threatened to kill in my name. I don't know who you are, or what you're trying to accomplish here, but if you want to do anything in my name, be it sparing her."
Then came the other option.
"If you insist on killing her, then get through me first."
Lilyspoise was not anything but herself.
Perhaps that included monstrosity, but unlike the two in front of her, she did not find herself with a malicious half. Every part of her that killed was still completely her. There was no fight for control-- maybe there was impulsiveness, but there was no combating force against her.
Lil of all people would know, having formerly been so familiar with the trade of control-- the bubbling souls surfacing above and trading consciousness.
The Troubadour was not born evil, nor did she have it thrust upon her. As a human she grew up in a war zone, raised with blood on her hands from patching up wounds. Her kin often came home with wounds given on the battlefield they so desperately tried to keep her away from. They said she wasn't ready; too young and too innocent. She was kept away until they realized they needed her. They saddled her up, gave her a staff, and let her heal. Only heal.
She took up tombs anyways.
She was Elise then, and Elise did not like hurting people. She didn't want to do it, but she refused to stand idle as family members took damage in turn. She'd be patching up those wounds later, anyways, so why not lighten her workload...?
It began in White Magic. She'd cast Freeze and suddenly her sister could get in an extra shot. She'd cast Rescue because her brother was surrounded. She'd cast Silence and halt a foe's magic. She do everything but kill the enemy herself.
Then, as many stories of this ilk go, came a fated battle. It was some sort of Hoshidan border spat -- it wasn't a rebellion or something they could just suppress quickly, or tactfully plan out. One moment she was making flower crowns in the garden, and the next her guards were hurrying off with her to the battlefield.
Despite these guards, and despite her family, she found herself cornered. It was a situation that wasn't entirely unfamiliar; she was a princess, she'd been targeted before, but normally she knew someone would eventually be around. This case scenario left her guards distracted, and her family fighting their own battles.
Elise knew what she had to do.
"No more holding back!"
Energy formed ringlets around her, she gripped her tomb tight, and felt heat pulse through her veins. This was why Leo chose to wield magic, she knew in that moment. The sparks in her veins were enough -- this thrill was incomparable.
Elise did not like hurting people, no, but she found joy in the fact that she was no longer an easy target.
When the young girl was thrust into the animal world, she fell into the same feeling of vulnerability. The transformation from bipedal to quadruped was one she happened to adapt to with grace. She found a group -- an old snowy bunch of islands where her family, reincarnated as well, found themselves. She took up herbs, an alternative to the healing she once knew. She continued to patch up wounds where she could, and she studied and studied as much as she could. There was so much knowledge in this new world, and it felt like there wasn't nearly enough time to digest it all.
There really wasn't.
Throughout her experience in the group she lost family, gained twin-souls, laughed and cried and felt every emotion in between--
Then, in a moment, it was gone.
It was all too familiar. She was cornered, end of the line, and she felt the heat pulse through her veins again.
Except there was no magic to wield in this world, so she turned to teeth and claws and, soon enough, weaponry instead. Scissors became her preferred weapon -- her twin-souls dabbled in them too, but she adored the crafty tools. Precise enough to cut dead leaves off of flowering plants. Precise enough to cut lifelines.
Lilyspoise abandoned that life though. Left it behind when she lost everything else. It was impossible to kill her way to peace. Attempt after attempt after attempt and all it ever amounted to was ruined lives scattered in her wake. The realization was simple: she could not become god by reversing her own creation. Nowadays though, this realization didn't stop her from carrying her scissor blades. She found a new pack during a weapon training class in the Typhoon, and she felt more complete than she had in months. She felt safe again.
Like many of her endeavors outside of the Typhoon began, Lil was out looking for herbs. Some plants just weren't native to the jungle, and she'd found success in introducing them to her own garden, so she'd been out looking for plants to uproot and bring back home. She already had a few stored in the bags she carried around her neck-- she was about to head home, actually. But she overheard a spat between a couple. Normally she would've ignored it, but she heard...
She heard her own name fall from these stranger's mouths.
"Let me do this for me... not you, not Lil, not anyone else but me."
Lil was a common name, right? It was just a coincide--
"I know about Lil. I know how you two met up the other day. She's in the Typhoon. She's healing there. She's a good healer."
Who were these people? They didn't seem familiar-- certainly not people she'd encountered in the darker parts of her life, but they knew her by name and location and they could easily kill her, couldn't they? What meeting did she speak of? There was no other Lil in the Typhoon, but Lilyspoise herself had no recollection of such a meeting.
"Please, just go there and be with Lil. Take care of her and yourself. Don't stay here."
Huh? Maybe she helped these people as a nomad healer...? Surely she'd recognize them though, which meant that they could be trying to deceive her. If they knew she was here, that is, but she couldn't be sure of that option either. Nonetheless, she prepped herself for battle; she kept her guard up and could feel the press of her scissor sheathes on her body.
Lilyspoise could feel the shift in the air a mile away. Something became hostile between the two-- something became dangerous. Hm. Maybe she hadn't messed with the people they were moments ago, but she could see herself getting into spats with whoever had taken over. Yes, this was much more up her alley.
"News flash: Lil is the only smart one here. She hates me because she probably sees me for what I am. Perhaps you're the one who needs to be sent away to the Typhoon. Are you trying to punish me?"
Was she a punishment now? Ha! The life previously abandoned still followed her like a ghost. Old feelings of the thrill began to resurface, and as much as she wished to deny it being wholly her, that's exactly what it was. No part of her soul shifted -- not this time, at least -- like she believed she witness between the two before her. This was her, she was one of the Lilies, she was Crowborough.
Yes, she: Crowborough.
Yes, Eli: Titanum.
Yes, Lissa: Talipot.
Yes, together: the Lilies.
"Lil doesn't hate Margaery. She loves her. Lil's just hurt right now, confused. And if you, for once second, think about harming her again, I will not hesitate to kill you."
Margaery? Who was Margaery?
Who was this beast trying to destroy in the namesake of saving her?
"And about Lil, perhaps I'll have to take your words as a challenge. I'll kill her."
What was going on? If Margaery was the soul swap of this... this creature -- yes, creature, because Lil had no right to call others monstrous as if her own deeds weren't so similar in nature -- then why didn't she recognize the name?
For a brief moment, Lilyspoise felt the fainted of tug on her memories. A part of her that screamed "Yes, you know her! You know her, idiot!" but nothing was loud enough. Nothing could kick her brain into overdrive and shatter the chains that held captive her memories. Nothing could force her to remember what she'd so voluntarily forgotten.
"Lilyspoise will hate you. Nobody likes a monster, Suiteheart, and you won't kill me because neither do you."
...
Y̼͎̜̣̱͇͢o̭͞ṵ͚͓͔̮͔͘'̧͔̙̞v̤̥̳̤̕e͓͚̗̰͙ ̣ș̮̰̮̤ee̝͔͎̻͡ń̲̩̬̦ ͖͔̭̱̩t͇h̫̝͎͉͚͇í̼̗̲s̱̥ ̹͙̹͍͈̙s͏̹͚͙͓͚ce̷̯̟̬̥̭̘̹n̛̟̘͓̥͎͓̜e͓̖͈̦͓̝͘ ̦͈b̗̝̞̙̳͎e͏͔͔̱̥͚͉̙f́o̼̖̹̜r̟e̗̝͓̟̰̤͘.̹̹̗̜
The sound of the scissor scraping from it's sheath was loud-- loud enough to draw their attention, hopefully.
"Both of you are making bold claims about me." The tabby growled, lashing her tail. She kept her claw in the hole of the scissor, ready to switch it's hold to her mouth at any moment. "It's kind of funny, actually. You seem to know me by name, yet I can't say the same for you." A lighthearted laugh followed suit to her words before a smug grin fell upon her once more.
"Must be fans of my work, which means you should really be calling me Crowborough." The bear was going to be the bigger challenge, quite literally. Lily was sure that both were skilled in combat, but the size difference posed a challenge. She looked up at the larger creature. "You seem oddly protective over me, yet I don't even know you. I'd prefer if you didn't kill in my name, because I hate being used as a figurehead." There was still so much of this situation that didn't make any sense. The polar bear seemed to want to protect her, yet was so violent against the other. The other had threatened Lil's own life, but at the same time that chocolate point believed Lil hated her. None of this made any sense, but the cream tabby would seek out answers. "Break this up, now. I want both of you alive and I want answers. If you care about me even half as much as you claim to," Lilac eyes locked with those of the bear. "Suiteheart, it was? Suiteheart, you threatened to kill in my name. I don't know who you are, or what you're trying to accomplish here, but if you want to do anything in my name, be it sparing her."
Then came the other option.
"If you insist on killing her, then get through me first."
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[div style="letter-spacing: -1px; font-size: 16pt; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; color: #353E84;"]II. THE HIGH PRIESTESS
this card in the upright position indicates quiet knowledge and wisdom of the unknowable. the high priestess’s inaction is a result of having done all that they can and knowing that the rest is in the universe’s hands. In the reversed position, this card indicates one whose judgement is clouded by stress and uncertainty, always concerned with the lives of others around them.
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lilyspoise ♕ the typhoon ♕ tri-souled ♕ tags