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ссылка на сообщение  Отправлено: 08.11.09 21:38. Заголовок: Cursed Abilities - или история о том, как дар может стать проклятием.


Brave try to play on English again. :)

Players: Insight and Wanderer.
Time of the day, year: autumn, last warm days. The sun from time to time hides after clouds, but there's completely no sign of coming rain. And with all that the light, a little cold breeze drives yellow and red tree leaves hight in the sky...
Situation/description: Some time ago Insight suddenly noticed that one of her abilities has changed and gone out of control, starting to cause very big problems for her nerves. All that happened after her friends and she, without her own will, has visited one cursed place where something weird has happened. For some time her empathy was staying quiet, but in one moment, in the place of many people walking, awoke again... and all that accidentally was seen by Wanderer, more known as Raven, who also knows and very well understands what it is - to feel emotions of other people...


История жизни | Кто есть кто | Состояние

I wake up in the morning, and I raise my weary head;
I got an old coat for a pillow, and the earth was last night's bed.
I don't know where I'm going, only God knows where I've been.
I'm a devil on the run, a six string lover, а candle in the wind! © Blaze Of Glory

Выше голову, чтоб мысли злые меня достать не смогли.
Выше, чтобы не сжечь дыхание гарью, что идёт от земли.
Ты увидишь, как я заплачу, услышишь, как я закричу,
Но мёртвым меня не увидишь - я умирать не хочу! © Погоня за Ангелом.
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ссылка на сообщение  Отправлено: 19.11.09 22:07. Заголовок: Can we break free fr..


Can we break free from
chains of never-ending agony? (c)
I have never wanted to be a mutant. I have never wanted to have a supernatural power. No, I will lie if I say so. I was dreaming for so long about the magic, while I was reading a science fiction or was looking some fantastic films. I couldn't understand why some heroes hadn't been glad to be wizards. I thought that I could deal with all my problems, if I were a witch. My life seemed to be gray and boring due to the fact that I was only fourteen years old. I was dreaming about some battles, I wanted to save the world, I wish I was born in some unusual place; I wish there was something interesting in my life. I didn't know that the power was a big problem; I saw only pleasant things in it. What a stupid girl!..

I think that I will never forget that day - it was the third of May and I was celebrating my birthday with my friends. We were sitting in a restaurant and chatting for ages. I was happy with them, I thought that they loved me, I was sure that they would stay with me forever. If someone had told me that it was the last day of my quiet life, I wouldn’t have believed. One more mistake.
We were discussing our future, when three persons in black masks have rushed into the restaurant.
- Give me all the money immediately, - cried one of them, threatening the cashier with a pistol. I still don't know, why my power waked up at that moment. I only remember, that I suddenly listened to robber's thoughts and ordered him to give me his weapon and wait the police. I was really surprised, when he gave me the pistol. I hadn't know yet that I could be very persuasive if I wanted...

- You're an awful mutant! I think that you've just ordered me to be your friend! Get out of my life!
- You have to go to Xavier's school! You must not be here!
- It isn't my fault! It's me, Liz! I'm your friend! I have never used my power before! Please, wait! You can't leave me alone! - I cried...

Well, my friends have presented me a good lesson - I understood that I can't trust anyone but myself. I can socialize with people, I can help them, I can even ask them for help, but I also must remember, that they can go out of my life at any moment. Creatures like me can be useful, but they can't be loved...

It is hard to believe, but some years later I learned to control my power and met wonderful friends. It is not necessary to say that all of them were mutants - it changed nothing. Professor Xavier, Daredevil, Wolverine, Raven, Surge - I really loved them and they were kind with me. However, the happiness haven't lasted for a long time - I suddenly noticed that one of my abilities has changed and gone out of control. I can't socialize with people without feeling their emotions. I can't cope with my power. I can only be alone. It is my destiny.

That day I was walking through the park - the empathy disappeared for some time and I decided to use free hours. I was thinking about my friends and my behavior - I had to be rood with people and I hated myself for that because I felt their feelings too.
Why? Why me? What have I done? Why I was punished by nature?
- It isn't fair, - I whispered, looking at couple of young people.
- Please, not now, - the empathy returned and I found myself in a crowded park. It seemed that my soul had broken into million tiny pieces... I found a free bench and sitted down.


Среди миров, в мерцании светил
Одной звезды я повторяю имя
Не потому, что я её любил,
А потому, что я томлюсь с другими.
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Sometimes it's really good to be invisible.
Unfortunately, in his case it was completely no sense to use magical powers to hide himself from all the people. This will was the result of his other side presence because of which he couldn't even normally went outside the school. Huge darkened wings anyway were material and not every human could take this fact normally and just at it should be. Sometimes Raven wished to turn time back just to change the future in which he lives in; return back to never agree to go with Konstantin, to never get in the World of Lost Souls, to never use his abilities in that cursed place... but he did it to save Ami. What could be with her now, if he didn't sacrifice with his humanity then?..
But it's just hard. It's a sign that will never be washed off. He got used to go anywhere he want, but now he couldn't hide his real I from others who sometimes just hate it.
Or could?
However, Iran has found a way how to take a few breaths on the streets and not to be recognized in the same time already long time ago. So, as John once said, sometimes he even liked to be not like others. And this time he wasn't trying to change the reality. You can't change things? Just live with them.
He turned into a dog.
After he met Charles he was trying to forget about the part of his own past, but in this appearance old memories almost always are becoming brighter. Streets for four years were like a second home - the home with many rules which were difficult to understand; the one he was starting to forget about...
He wasn't wearing this face since he started to live at the school; before then it was almost like an everyday ritual. It was easier and faster, sometimes even safer to travel while being a dog. Sometimes it even helped to survive...

But if talk about the present, Wanderer was in a quite good mood, and if he could he'd surely already was singing something in a full voice and no matter if the streetwalkers suddenly decide that someone is slowly going crazy. Nicole already has found this his habit funny, but John just smiled in answer. Now she was a little busy and Wanderer didn't want to disturb her, when anyway did want to take a walk. No matter, where. Mental thread, which was making a connection between them, couldn't work on this far so all he could feel of she was her mood, and just like a faraway feeling. Also because here were too many other people. Damn empathy...
He was walking in the streets of New-York and remembering the old time. He couldn't say that there were many so happy moments, but some of them was. And now it was just funny to remember the day when he came to this town. After some days he met Rain and he took him to Charles... just when he noticed that John also is a mutant. And how he first met Starrie... now she was completely different than then. And it made a smile; in thoughts, ofcourse.
In the start he was trying to walk aside all the people, but in the park for the moment became easier. There was much more place where to maneuver (not paying any attention on the "keep off the grass" message boards). But there it was easier just for the moment; weather was pretty nice and there's no wonder why today is so many people outside. Actually, it was looking like all the town was outside.
"Well, at least I can keep my own emotions by my side...", he thought, trying not to pay attention on all the others anyway. Thought it in any case was like a mush. He lied down under the tree and started to watch after the people.
With a little sadness he noticed a couple, spending their day together at this wonderful place.
"If not my wings, it could be we with Nickie... like a normal, happy people under the warm and shining sun...", he murmured and drew in his eyes, but no one could hear it. Sometimes he couldn't understand how Warren and Jay lived with this almost all their life. Weird... he kinda got used to it, when anyway he can't change anything, but in the same time still not.
He turned his head and found some very familiar face.
"Hey, that's Liz over there?", looks like he was right.
Forgotten that she could not know about how he is looking in the dog form, the huge darkened and blue-eyed hound stand up and ran to the girl through the field of yellowed grass. He was loudly barking and happy waggling with a tail, playfully jumping around the bench. John haven't seen Betty since that accidental story with the wood and zombies and was very glad to meet her now.
He understood that something is wrong only when he got closer. Raven stopped and stood still and became silent, feeling her sadness and looking on her with his clear light eyes.
"Liz, something happened?", he voicelessly asked, suddenly understood the reasons - or at least the one of them. "Hoping that she'll not think that I'm an aggressive and sick tramp. Maybe not, but I'm anyway a dummy. And it's too many people here to return back in human form... just brilliant."

Actually, I'm not happy with this post now, but I also feel that I can't rewrite it any differently... so hoping that all is ok. If something's wrong, I'll change - just say.



История жизни | Кто есть кто | Состояние

I wake up in the morning, and I raise my weary head;
I got an old coat for a pillow, and the earth was last night's bed.
I don't know where I'm going, only God knows where I've been.
I'm a devil on the run, a six string lover, а candle in the wind! © Blaze Of Glory

Выше голову, чтоб мысли злые меня достать не смогли.
Выше, чтобы не сжечь дыхание гарью что идёт от земли.
Ты увидишь, как я заплачу, услышишь, как я закричу,
Но мёртвым меня не увидишь - я умирать не хочу! © Погоня за Ангелом.
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