Amber
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Post by Amber on Jan 11, 2009 14:37:11 GMT -5
That Zebra character sure is clingy.
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Post by jjean on Jan 11, 2009 21:54:09 GMT -5
That Zebra character sure is clingy. LOL
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Post by megatude on Jan 22, 2009 23:14:36 GMT -5
Well, she's the opposite of Meg, but in other ways they're the same. They view companionship differently, but they wouldn't be without each other. Meg's always been kinda the protector, while Zebra's been the shoulder to cry on.
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Amber
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Post by Amber on Jan 23, 2009 0:26:13 GMT -5
I got the whole Yin/Yang vibe; I was just saying she appears to have a "needy" personality.
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Post by megatude on Jan 24, 2009 19:34:15 GMT -5
Pacing back and forth, with a stern scowl upon his face, Hades waited in his throne room for the news his minions would hold. Dripping wet from the above world weather and singed from their encounter with a lightning bolt, the daemon duo humbly collapsed before their master in a puddle of their own filth. Hades cringed, stepping away from his slaves so not to soil his robes. "So, all went well I presume?" He said casually as he checked for set-in stains. Such a pain, those things. Pain and Panic moaned from fatigue, for all they could mutter for a response. "Excuse me?" Hades waved a hand behind his ear, mockingly, his patience wearing thin. "I didn't catch that." "Mission......." Pain coughed a cloud of smoke from his lungs. "accomplished." "The farm-house is nothing but ash", added Panic. He hesitated his next piece of news. "But.....ev....everyone....survived." He flinched, ready for the usual beating and reprimand from the fireball flame of his master. He cowered behind his larger counter-part. "Good", Hades remarked simply, turning to mammoth game-board. The minions looked at each other, stunned by his calm demeanor. "Aren't you.......upset?" Pain dared to ask. Hades carefully moved a game-piece across the board, contemplating his next move. "No. All is going according to plan. It's just a matter of time." Dumbfounded, Panic proceeded further. "Mind filling us in?" Rolling his eyes at their apparent stupidity, Hades recited his intentions with an air of calm and poise, as if he'd already won Olympus without even trying, though a few sparks escaped from his ever burning top. "If these girls really ARE connected to Jules, Hercules will undoubtedly help them seek him out, as I'm sure he's done before. Eventually, their search will lead them here, drawing them into my boundaries where I am Lord and master, thus more powerful, then I can get them to build my time-trap and send me into the future. And in all the mix, I'll destroy Jerkules in the process. Get it now?" Still confused, never-the-less, they nodded their confirmation. "Good. Then we're all on the same page."
Meg really didn't want to go, especially since Alcmene and Amphitryon had decided to remain behind, that would guarantee a front-row seat to Zebra and Torrin's flirtatious fun. But what else would she do otherwise? So she reluctantly tagged along. The streets and sidewalks were as congested as they were during their first visit despite the dropping temperature. Still, Meg felt uneasy. Something about the way the wind played against her exposed cheek, causing it to flush, like someone was watching her. They browsed through various shops and stalls in search of whatever essentials they might need. Meg dragged herself along, shoulders hunched, falling farther and farther behind their small pack, her enthusiasm lost since the start of the trip. She overheard Zebra giggling in response to some lame joke Torrin performed. Disgusted, she refrained from sticking her finger in her mouth and gagging behind their backs. She had ultimately been forgotten. Oh what trouble men could stir. Already this one was turning Zebra's brain into jello. She was going to have to talk with her and set her straight. Otherwise she was bound to get hurt. Ami-st the gaggle of arguing and gossiping villagers, a new voice broke into her mind, freezing Meg into place. "I see that you are lost......" It was a creepy, cracking voice, that made Meg shutter, like the sour note when a bow struck the violin strings incorrectly. She looked about, trying to find the being from which it belonged. But nobody was even looking her way, it was almost as if she'd heard the voice within the depths of her mind. She shook her head and prepared to move on, she'd already lost sight of Zebra. "But it is your heart that you must seek......." Now she was getting irritated, automatically clenching her fists. The words bounced off the walls of her brain, echoing into its depths. What was going on? "So quick to anger......Such emotions darken ones judgement......." This had to be a trick. 'Show yourself!' She dared the being that had entered her thoughts. "Come, and you'll find me.......beyond the veil of black...." Turing, Meg saw a shop set into a clay building with as sheer black curtain shutting out the cold. Moving slowly, she reached out a hand and separated the dark sheet, fingers sliding down the smooth fabric. It was very dark inside, only a single candle burned within, bleeding melted wax onto the small table on which it stood. Incense, and the aroma of dizzying fragrances attacked her sinuses as she proceeded deeper inside. As her eyes continued to adjust to the dim light, she could make out a shrouded figure seated before the table. Another chair sat opposite her. "Welcome. Sit." Meg did not. "Who are you? She asked, folding her arms. "What do you want?" "Only to help you heal. Now sit!" From beneath the figure's long sleeve protruded a long ghost-white finger, pointing to the chair. Only to humor the figure, she finally plopped into place. "As to who I am, that is not important." "Fine, but what do you mean......." Meg raised her eyebrow. "'help me heal'?" The figure took her hand. Meg felt her flesh crawl beneath her skin at the figure's touch. "Your heart has been deeply wounded with many scars. It is time to let new flesh taper those wounds." Meg pulled her hand back. "Right......Look, no offense, lady", she assumed the figure was female. "but I don't buy...." "You've done more than your share of speaking! Now there is only room to listen." OK. Someone needed to cut down on the coffee and switch to decaf. "Your heart had been dashed and torn. But it is not too late to dissolve that lingering bitterness." Meg felt offended, thinning her eyes, but the speaker was not yet finished. "If you will allow, your heart can be saved, mended beyond anything you've ever dreamed. But you must forget your pride and live in the present." Meg had heard enough, abruptly standing up. "I only came in here to shut you up, and I only listened this long for kicks. But I'm not having fun anymore. You know what, though? You've given me five minutes of entertainment, and for that...." She retrieved a single Drachma from inside her tunic, Torrin had given her some money in case she found something she liked, and tossed it onto the table, its faces spinning until it fell flat."There's something for your troubles. I'm afraid you've wasted your time. I don't believe in that crystal-ball mumbo jumbo." She spun on her heal and marched toward the exit, only pausing when the figure spoke again: "Love will strike your heart, mark my words. But unless you let go of your past, it will become too great to bear and ultimately destroy you." Overwhelmed with frustration and confusion, Meg turned, if for anything, to tell the old woman off. "Why don't you......!" Her accusing finger hung suspended in the air and her lips remained curled in the form of her last word. It.....she, was gone. Disappeared. Meg returned to the back of the room to investigate. But as she snooped around, looking for any hidden nitch, any secret escape route. Overturning this, uncovering that, running her hand along the clay wall. Nothing. Nada. "What the.....What's the matter with me?" Without hesitation, she rushed outside, sweeping away the curtain in a violent motion. 'Did I imagine the whole thing? My sanity was never tested like this in the 21st century. This place is dangerous to my health.'
The hooded figure returned to visibility. She reached up and slid the hood from her head, revealing a blue-eyed, fuchsia-skinned beauty. Shrugging from the black robe, entirely, she shook loose her sun-kissed golden curls, that fell below her ankles. She was relieved to finally be rid of that tacky old robe and out of the guise of an old fortune-teller. It just wasn't her color, so last season. "Nobody said my job was easy", the woman sighed, straightening her elegant gown. "I only hope she takes my advice to heart." She raised her arms to the ceiling and spun in a circle, faster and faster, as swirls of wildflowers spiraled about her form. A musical melody sang softly as she faded from sight; Aphrodite. Aphrodite.......
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Post by simba on Jan 25, 2009 2:48:53 GMT -5
Nice touch with Aphrodite!
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Post by jjean on Jan 28, 2009 17:43:05 GMT -5
Still love it!
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Post by megatude on Feb 10, 2009 2:25:07 GMT -5
When Meg finally caught up with Zebra and Torrin, they were sorting through a bin of knitted scarves at a merchant's booth. "I really like this one", Zebra announced, holding one up to admire its quality. "What do you think, Meg?" She turned to gain her friend's opinion. "Do you think Alcmene would like it?" Meg blinked, stymied, and a bit perturbed. She hadn't even noticed her absence while she was conversing with that odd-ball fortune-teller! All the gal's attention was focused elsewhere. She had, of course, been too busy oogling over Torrin. This fact heightened Meg's already angered state of mind. But it was no use. Meg just turned her face away, disinterested. "Whatever." Zebra was taken aback by Meg's sudden coldness. It concerned her, then forgotten when Torrin reclaimed her attention. "I think she'll really like it. The color is so striking, just like your eyes." Zebra blushed and lowered her head to hide the increase of the color in her cheeks. It was getting to be too much. Meg almost felt sorry for the two of them. What effect would their inevitable separation have on them, when they finally found Zebra's grandfather and returned home? Oh well. She supposed they would deal with it when the time came. They would get over it in time. "Are we done yet?" Meg whined like a child being forced to endure the most boring activity. Zebra was hesitant. "Well, I was hoping to bring back a few more things for Alcmene and Amphitryon, to try and cheer them up." "But if you'd prefer, Meg, I'd be glad to escort you back to the Villa", offered Torrin, trying to be polite. "No thanks", Meg replied abruptly, not wanting any favors. "That's not necessary, I can find my way back easily enough." 'How could you miss the biggest structure in the area?' "Will you be alright?" Zebra remembered their first run-in with the locals when they first stepped into this foreign time, and shuddered. Meg glanced at her friend with a look that seemed to say; 'Are you kidding? Have you forgotten whom you're talking to?' But at least she was showing concern for her well-being, unlike her earlier display. "I think I can handle it." "At least take this.." Torrin shrugged off a small pendant from around his neck and presented it to Meg. It depicted a lightening bolt striking the clouds; the same matching symbol that was engraved upon Hercules' medallion. "This way, the guards at the gate will allow you access." Meg took it from his palm. "Thanks", she said without feeling. Zebra suddenly felt a twinge of guilt, finally realizing her initial neglect. "Please be careful." She looked so sincere, Meg was just about ready to forgive Zebra, overlook her crazy, feminine whiles. But then she saw her hand reach out to clutch Torrin's, seeking his support, then her jealous feeling boiled back into place. She pivoted on the balls of her toes and grunted dismissively. "Whatever." Then she walked away, separating herself from the blossoming couple.
'Sometimes she can be so predictable!' Meg commented to herself, fuming. 'Other times, she takes me completely by surprise.' All the time Meg had known Zebra she'd been a wallflower. But now, since she'd met 'mister tight-skinned, borin' Torrin', she'd developed a new predatory skill, lying in wait to spring her trap upon her intended prey. 'I guess it just took the right person. Which means he is exactly the 'wrong' person.' No one paid her any mind as she headed for the Villa. A few citizens cast her a curious glance or two. They knew their kind and that she didn't mix with any of them. The younger men took a more serious notice. But, for the most part, she was ultimately ignored, which was how she preferred it. Her notable attitude and the scowl frozen on her face wasn't exactly inviting. A riot of sorts seemed to be taking place as Meg arrived before the massive, golden gates, securing the entrance to the Villa. Turned out, it was just a mob of over-infatuated teenage girls, desperate for the chance to see the city's hottest male bachelor. Meg rolled her eyes. She now regretted not remembering to take the the back way in That Hercules had shown them. But she couldn't recall how to access it. 'Guess that's why it's secret.' She elbowed her way between the screaming adolescents. "S'cuse me. Look out. One side, sister." If she were a football player, such a maneuver would be much easier. Then she shuddered. Maybe football players weren't the best solution to dream-up, since a particular one back home retained only one brain cell. The guard blocking the gates tiredly attempted to shoo away the increasingly hyper crowd. "As I've tried to explain to you, ladies, the resident hero is not in at this time. So there is no point in your continuous efforts to gain access", He yelled over the girlish squeals. Of course their one-track minds wouldn't register this fact, they just continued their illicit screaming. Meg finally weaved her way through to the front, at the annoyance of those surrounding her. She displayed her 'back-stage pass' for the guards inspection. He recognized the young-woman, who could forget the rare color of her lovely eyes? Never-the-less, protocol and routine were required to keep order. He studied the pendant in Meg's possession, to be certain of its genuity. Satisfied, he nodded in confirmation, opened the gate, just slightly enough for her to slip-in alone, and quickly locked it in place behind her. The mass of girls shouted angrily in protest. "Why is SHE allowed in?!" They gripped the gold-plated iron bars of the gate and shook, rattling the barrier at its structure. Continuing up the way, Meg couldn't help feeling slightly smug about getting into an otherwise exclusive facility. It almost made her want to turn and express a rude gesture. But what was the use? It wasn't as if she CHOSE to remain where she was. Oh well, it was temporary: The entire ordeal was temporary. As soon as their situation improved, they would pick-up the search for the missing inventor, and ultimately return to their proper place and time; Home. Home......The word left a hollow echo within Meg's chest. She realized how alone she felt. Zebra had found a distraction to stave the urgency of locating her grandfather, which made Meg accentually more determined to escape.
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Post by jjean on Feb 11, 2009 18:26:33 GMT -5
keep it up!
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Post by megatude on Feb 21, 2009 17:00:45 GMT -5
Meg wandered the massive grounds of the estate, driven by boredom. She walked about the terrace, taking-in the lush, well kept greenery. It really was quite beautiful. At the north-end of the grounds, she discovered a training yard of sorts. 'This must be where Wonder-boy learns his trade.' Various weapons and armor littered the lawn. But what stole her attention was a rack of training dummies, which were basically stuffed dolls depicting the imitating faces of hideous monsters, hanging off the ground by a rope. Her fingers and toes flexed with anticipation. It had been some time since she had sparred. Her head whipped to either side, to be sure no one was about. That little Billy Goat would likely be ticked-off if he caught her messing with official training equipment. Then again, why should she care if Phil discovered her on the grounds? Besides, it might actually be quite comical to watch one of his fits, that pudgy little face turning fire-ball red up to his horns while the veins in his forehead pulsed and throbbed with frustration. Meg smiled as she pictured this display in her mind. Then the moment passed and it was onto business. Beginning with some stretches to loosen and elongate her muscles, rolling the tendons in her neck. She crouched into a fighting stance, took a few energizing deep breaths, then unleashed a flurry of attacks. Each move flowed into the next, smooth and flawless. It appeared no experience had lagged from her lack of practice. Fists and feet connected with stuffing, while she danced around her opponent. Soon her breath became heavy and perspiration escaped from her pores. She welcomed these sensations of fatigue. All in all, they strengthened her to continue further. Seeing her weary symptoms as an opponent in itself, one to overcome and surpass. Once she felt satisfied with her work-out, she decided to take a time-out. Taking deep, soothing breaths to calm the rhythm of her heart, she allowed her eyes to wander. While doing so, another object caught her interests, lying on innocently upon the ground. Deciding to investigate, she slowly approached its location. Finally recognizing its form and structure, she found it to be a Bow. A Long Bow, in fact. She bent down and hefted the weapon, testing its weight in her hands. Intrigued, she lifted the bow into firing position, and attempted to pull back the tightened string. To her profound annoyance, the cursed thing wouldn't budge under her strength alone, no matter how hard she strained at its taught resistance. "Ever shot a bow before?" Meg jumped, startled by the sudden presence of another. She felt like a child just being caught raiding the cookie jar, giving her the impulse to hide the object behind her back, silently cursing herself. Her sensai back home would have undoubtedly blown a gasket at her carelessness, not being more alert and aware of her surroundings. She at last turned to face the master of the Villa, himself. He looked embarrassed for startling her without warning. "I...I...I'm sorry, Meg, please forgive my unannounced approach", Hercules hastily apologized. "I just saw you with the bow and wondered if you had any experience wielding one." Meg was somewhat surprised; he hadn't gotten upset at her wondering curiosity. He was still waiting patiently for her answer, content enough just to have the pleasure of gazing upon her beauty. She squirmed, feeling slightly awkward. "Umm...No, actually." She surrendered the weapon into its owners care. "But I've always wanted to." Herc nervously fingered the weapon in his massive hands, hesitant to utter his next words for fear of rejection. "I....umm...I could teach you. That is....if you wanted...t...to." Meg bit her lip, stewing. What harm could it do? "Well, sure. If its not too much of a burden." "Oh no. No, no", Herc insisted. "I'd Lo....I mean, great!" He looked upon his Bow. "But you probably wouldn't want to learn on this one. You see, this is the one I use, it's fitted for my skill and bearing weight." He took a moment to address the problem. Finally, he got an idea and held up a finger. "Hold on." He disappeared into a storage shed of sorts and soon returned with a smaller Re-curve Bow, and a quiver full of arrows with bright colored feathers that sprung from the tail. "Here we go. This should suit you just fine." Meg accepted the weapon. It was much lighter than its predecessor. She experimentally pulled back the string and found that the draw matched her strength. "This was actually my first Bow when first entered hero training", Herc reminisced fondly. Meg had to swallow any prideful feelings she had for having to start her lesson with a child's Bow. "Is that a fact.." She replied dryly. "Yep. I was pretty hopeless before Phil took me on. Well..." He eagerly clapped his hands together. "..shall we begin?"
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Post by simba on Feb 22, 2009 5:44:45 GMT -5
awww, that was AWESOME! =D
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Post by Amber on Feb 22, 2009 14:28:19 GMT -5
Sweet update, I have a 4.5 ft longbow from when I used to do archery.
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Post by sereneflower on Feb 24, 2009 21:48:18 GMT -5
wow, that was sweet. did herc see her practice karate? i thought he would be pretty interested in it. anyway, great chapter, keep updating!!
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Post by simba on Mar 6, 2009 8:57:26 GMT -5
yeah, he would be interested, wouldn't he? Meg could teach HIM then xD
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Post by Scooterly on Mar 7, 2009 13:16:33 GMT -5
LYNDSAY!!! *tackles and hugs*
I've missed and you're story and NOW I'M ALL CAUGHT UP!!! And its great and it keeps getting better but there wasn't a next page to go to which means that there's no MORE and and . . . *big eyes* and this is awesome and I can't wait for more! Especially the scenes with Her and Meg! SQUEEE! Happiness! I love this all the way around.
Love it! You rock!
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