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Post by Puss in Boots on Aug 15, 2012 19:37:02 GMT -5
A brief pat on the head, not much else. It seemed as though she had sensed his moment of ambivalence and in response shied back from fully showering her affection on him. However, that slight point of contact prickled his mind; the last time he had acquiesced to such a request was with his elderly benefactress, years and years back. Laurent shifted his head to watch her face, though his demeanor remained unruffled as he continued to delicately dab away the red stains on Mocha’s fingertips. Following her mournful gaze to the bright red track marks, smeared in some places, on the heavy wooden door blocking their exit, he gave a small nod.
”Fear can drive you to achieve feats you ordinarily would be incapable or too hesitant to carry out- both great and terrible. By itself it’s not something to be wary of; terror is what lets you know you still have your senses about you and that you’re still interested in staying alive. I’d be more worried if you were convinced that you were entirely above feeling trepidation about anything,” he said, waving a paw at black eye patch he wore. He knew the consequences of such arrogance quite well, and bore a permanent reminder of his foolishness.
”What you need to be able to do is control your fear. Acknowledge it but never allow it to consume you. Even as you feel helpless you still have the choice to not give up. Broken and beaten things are the most surprising when they realize they have everything to achieve.”
Without so much as an indication of disgust or displeasure, he folded up his thoroughly stained handkerchief and handed it to Mocha. ”Apply pressure if it starts bleeding again, but first, stand. You, help her up so that she doesn’t get dirt on her fingers.” The girl had to be a meister; a demon weapon would have options other than their own bare hands. ”How far along are you in your lessons in learning how to do a Soul Purge? I’ll show you what someone taught me so that I would never have to feel like I was powerless to defend myself. This is how you strike back with the strength of your own soul wavelength.”
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Post by mocha on Aug 15, 2012 20:56:34 GMT -5
”Fear can drive you to achieve feats you ordinarily would be incapable or too hesitant to carry out- both great and terrible. By itself it’s not something to be wary of; terror is what lets you know you still have your senses about you and that you’re still interested in staying alive. I’d be more worried if you were convinced that you were entirely above feeling trepidation about anything,” Mocha smiled at him softly. For a stranger he was kind, it was different. Mocha was so used to be beaten down and destroyed by the unknown. The faceless horrors of her last school still haunted her. Yet here she had been treated kindly, as well as bad. It wasn't always the same story. Each time it was something new. She didn't always need to watch her back.
Mocha took the dirty handkerchief in her hands and thanked him in a quiet voice with a small nod. Mocha pulled her feet out from under her so her butt was on the ground. Mocha looked back at Bran, she didn't need his help to get up but she waited to see if he would anyway.
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Post by tokoz on Aug 16, 2012 8:37:33 GMT -5
Bran shoots Laurent a quick look of annoyance behind Mocha's back. He stands, dusting off his pants. He turns, and offers his left hand to Mocha. He noticeably keeps his right hand, the one that had become a spear, away. He helps her stand, and smiles.
"I hope you feel better." he smiles, and then turns over to Laurent. "For a cat, you're quite the intellectual. It was .... well said. What you told Mocha, I mean. He admits, grudgeingly. A smile crosses his face. "Your attempt at trickery, however... Was decidedly less clever." He chuckles, seeming more cheery than when he entered.
Bran smiles at Mocha, and puts his hat back on. He looks over at the serval, and gives a single nod. He hops up onto a bearbye pillar, and steadies himself, looking around. He gives a quick breath, and leaps. He lands on another piece of rubble, and springs away, jumping from rubble to rubble, and disappears into the darkness.
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Post by Puss in Boots on Aug 17, 2012 2:15:44 GMT -5
"For a cat," was it? Always, any praise had to be qualified by what he was, as though the subversion of their initial perceptions about him was supposed to be welcome news. He did indeed go to extreme lengths to ensure such a result, though at the same time he was never quite happy to hear it voiced in this way. Laurent allowed the comment to slide without being too irritated by it, now that he had seemingly dedicated his day to displaying a more generous side of himself.
He walked in front of the door and motioned for Mocha to follow him.
"First, breathe deeply in and out. Calm yourself and focus on what seems to be the seat of your breaths, what feels like to you is where the breath settles. Imagine that this is all of the power of your soul wavelength condensed in this one spot. No matter how weak or frail you think you are, keep in your mind this image of an inextinguishable source of power that is available for you to draw upon, and remember that it will always be there."
"When you have, picture a stream of this energy flowing out from its core down into your arm and pooling together once more into your hand. Remember, even if you think you are not strong enough to do any damage, you are giving yourself this strength by taking advantage of something you've had all along. Let it continue growing and growing until you think you've reached the point where it's just about to burst, and when it's there, bring your palm to the closest door hinge you can."
"Right when you feel contact with it, release all of the energy you have been building up and feel it rush through in a big burst at whatever you are touching."
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Post by mocha on Aug 23, 2012 15:51:27 GMT -5
After Bran helped her up Mocha swished her skirt around to get some of the dirt off of it. Once he helped her up he disappeared off into the darkness as fast as he had come. What a strange man he was, and Mocha wondered if they would ever meet again. Her imagination played with her mind turning the man into creatures of the night, yet her mind wasn't given much time though as Laurent beckoned her over with his paw. Mocha looked over her shoulder one last time before walking over to him and the door. When she looked closer at the door she found hints of rust, that didn't seem healthy. Mocha lifted her hands to look at her fingers, wondering if she should have a nurse look at that.
Mocha looked down at Laurent as he began to talk, she listened intently to his words. It didn't seem too difficult, but for some reason she almost knew she would screw something up. None the less Mocha closed her eyes and breathed in deep, focusing on where her breath would settle. She kept her mind on that one spot, imagining that was where her soul was. A strong powerful current that she could use to help herself. That was where it was and always would be, exactly in the spot where her breath dropped. Every time she breathed it seemed more clear to her, a warm teal color that swirled and sparked. Mocha focused on drawing it down her arm so that the warm color dripped down to her hand just like blood. She let the power pool down, storing itself up. Her fingers were tingling in a funny way, was she doing something wrong? She must have done something weird and now her fingers felt strange. The vision she had built herself seemed to fuzz, she was loosing it. No she could she had to keep trying.
Mocha slowed her breath back down, focusing on fixing the fuzzy picture. Bringing it back into focus so that she could bring that power back into her hand. So that the warm teal color steadied down her hand and it began feeling stronger. Mocha slowly lifted her hand to the hinge of the door, it feel cool and rough under her hand. Almost as if it was poorly made. Mocha breathed deeply she could feel the power in her hand, and she let it release.
A few teal sparks jumped from Mocha's hand and a strange bang noise echoed down the halls. A sharp pain hit the palm of her hand. Mocha jumped pain with a loud yelp and stared at her hand. A small metal shard had dug itself in with a few burn marks. She took the shard from her palm and tossed it back so that it landed right next to the wall. "That hurt..."
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Post by Puss in Boots on Aug 28, 2012 1:07:19 GMT -5
The teal discharge was met with a respectable bang that reverberated off the walls in the empty hallway, one that had Laurent cringing from the pain in his ears. As he watched Mocha pick out a piece of metal that had embedded himself into his palm, he had to acknowledge that in his grand plan to teach the girl to empower herself, he had forgotten to consider the actual execution. It all sounded quite nice in his mind, though now all he had to show for it was the terrible ache in his head and a possible case of blood poisoning if the girl's misfortune held up.
He cleared his throat a few times as the pain subsided. At least now the handkerchief would come in handy. "I apologize. Perhaps that wasn't the best application of this skill. But nevertheless, an excellent demonstration!" The serval looked over at the door hinge, which she had managed to blast nearly out of the way. However, it continued to hang on stubbornly rather than falling away completely, and after the less-than-ideal result of Mocha's attempt he was reluctant to send the metal shooting back at himself, or richocheting up and down the stone hallway. He remembered the flashlight that he had set aside, and went to retrieve it.
"Quite an excellent attempt indeed. Though sometimes just a bit of assistance is required, no shame at all in that." With the butt of the flashlight pointing down between his paws, he raised the tool high before bringing it down on the hinge with all his might. The weakened hinge budged slightly, and he struck it again. "If this was easy, progress wouldn't be quite so rewarding, would it?" he said with much effort as he brought the flashlight down one last time. Finally, the mangled metal fell with a clatter, and the wood groaned as the door listed to the side. Laurent leaped back quickly as a precaution, and looked to Mocha. "Well, mademoiselle? Shall we?"
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Post by mocha on Sept 29, 2012 18:10:53 GMT -5
Mocha poked at her hand in a small annoyance, she had run out of band-aids from her last trip down a flight of stairs if she remembered correctly. She reached up to touch her nose softly where a band-aid, and underneath a cut, both remained. She thought it was a perfect failure, she must have barely dented the damn thing and only a few shards must have flew off. Mocha looked up at her work to find that she had almost made it fly off the wall. It stuck to its duty of keeping her door closed, but it was almost off. Mocha celebrated a small victory in her mind. She had managed to do something right.
Laurent walked off and she panicked at the thought he was leaving her, but he was only heading to grab the flashlight he had set aside earlier. Mocha smiled in secret relief that he wasn't leaving her behind. He walked up to the door and slammed the butt of the flashlight against the stubborn door hinge. It took a few times but it fell down releasing its power of her entrance. Finally she would be able to enter the door she longed for, to find her "ghost". She would never tell the other students she was down here, they wouldn't believe her anyway. They were to caught up with their rumors to believe indeed nothing was down here. "Well, mademoiselle? Shall we?" Mocha grinned, for a second she closed her eyes listening intently for the sound of a soul. Yet she heard nothing, nobody. Mocha strode up to the door, still she didn't see a soul. Stiff-legged in front of the large gaping black mouth she stood, she breathed deeply. Just to make sure nobody was really in there she called out.
"H-hello?" Mocha could hear her voice echoing, even though it hadn't been to very loud. In the darkness of the room she couldn't see a thing. She was as blind as she was when her sleep didn't give her any dreams. Her eyes gave her no strength, and her ears would not betray a living creature. She couldn't feel anything, it was like being trapped in floating darkness. Nothing to give anything away. Were all the rumors wrong? Mocha didn't realize how much she was hoping the rumors be true, that somewhere done here there really was something. Yet it just seemed, like it was empty. That all her searching was just to find an empty room. Mocha's voice had echoed, meaning it wasn't just a room but something larger. It must be just a hall, most likely the one to get out of here.
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