Wednesday, June 20, 2018

One Year Later

Catacombs are usually a dreary place to visit. The taste of death and despair would permeate the air like a rich perfume, and most normal people would regard the walls as too macabre and frightening to ever visit one more than once. To those who were twisted, however, catacombs were like home.

Adra didn’t know how the club even began; the throng of gyrating bodies wriggled around her to the beat of the music as if the room was built for them, instead of for the dead. It was a circular room with a low ceiling, but the walls were created out of stacked skulls and ends of femurs, looking like small hearts on the walls. These skulls were periodically lit up by flashes of green, blue, and red lights that spun around the room with dizzying speed. Alcohol and sweat created a rather thick stench in the air, but most of the partygoers didn’t seem to mind. No, to them, the catacombs were simply a hot attraction for them to use for their own pleasure.

Stepping out from behind a corner, Adra’s eyes immediately gravitated to the tall, dark shadow that stood in the hallway with her. She had dressed herself in a skimpy dress, hoping to steal some of his attention for herself. He was stationary for a brief moment, before splaying his hand toward the entrance to the room, trapping the kids inside with a wall of air. He had a predatory stance about him, slinking around in the dark, like a lion about to devour its prey.

She caught a glimmer of a smile in the muted light, as his voice, soft and smooth, spoke over the music, “They’re all yours.” The room. The club. It was the first gift he had ever given her.

Suddenly shy, she blushed, “you’re not going to go for it?” Surely, since he was the one trapping them, he would have wanted to partake in the killing?

“I’ve taken the one I wanted. Normally I’d take the rest myself, but I’ve already killed a few dozen tonight, and you don’t know how gorgeous you are when you’re at it.” He was looming over her, his desire thick in his voice. “I’d be content just watching, to be perfectly honest. So while I do intent to join your, I’m offering you the first move. My treat. Assuming that you want it.”

Adra had never been one to turn down such a gracious offer, so she curtsied playfully, before stepping closer, her lips close to his ear, brushing his cheek, “Merci, Monsieur.”

Turning into the room, Adra easily slides among the dancers, picking her first target. She leaps onto a young woman with dark hair, grabbing a fistful of her mane, and slamming it against a sharp rock on the floor. The blood sloshed up the wall as Adra hit her again in the throat, which opened up a vein. She could hear a scream pierce the air as the people around her noticed the murdered woman, and felt her blood.

Alastair moved into the room and with a flair of his fingers, turned a blonde woman into a small toy doll. Stepping forward, he ran his hand through the splatter of blood, then lifted it to his lips, sucking the tip of his finger. His eyes were dark, trained on her. Perhaps trained on the blood sliding down her throat. “Not quite thick enough. You should add more.”

Without further prompting, Adra quickly made another kill. And another. And another. She used two large slabs of stone to crush a male pair together, popping them like a cherry, their pit exploding across the room in a mixture of muscle and sinew. Adra was now covered in blood, as was her male date.

“Well, I hope that’s better,” she murmurs, before moving to pick of another girl. Alastair must have been satisfied because, moments later, small bits of wet goo hit her shoulder. Startled, brushing off the mystery substance, she turned to find that Alastair had cracked open someone’s skull, and had playfully tossed a bit of his brain at her. He had a wicked glint in his eye, and she couldn’t help but giggle as he threw more brain at the other survivors.

It reminded her of the snowball flight she had had with Niccolo the previous winter. 



And then, like a rubber band that had been stretched, and stretched, and stretched, Adra snapped back into her normal self, no longer bloodthirsty. No longer murderous. No longer a cunning monster. Horrified that it had happened again, she scrambled to leave the room, past the screaming partiers, and past the disappointed figure in the corner. There was a bright flash of light, and then silence. 

Nothing was left, except the faint taste of blood on her lips, and a ghostly echo in her head, “Until next time, mademoiselle.”

Monday, June 18, 2018


Adra leaned over the table, setting both plates down. One of the guys ordered a prime rib, and the other ordered a double-bacon burger. Both of those disgusted her- she has seen the amount of grease that accumulates on the grills in the back, and she would rather eat a ghost chili than one of those burgers. 

It was her second night on the job, and she had Alek in the back of the restaurant. She couldn't leave him alone whilst she went to work, so she, painfully, left him in a small room in the back, with a coloring book and the cable TV on. It terrified her, but she didn't have any choice.

"Can I get you gentlemen anything else?" She asked, smiling kindly. 

"No, ma'am. Thanks." 

She nodded, and turned around to go serve her other tables. As she did, though, she felt a sharp smack on her backside, to which she jumped, and covered herself instinctually.

One of the guys was snickering, and remarked to his friend "That's how she gets all of the good tips."

"Excuse me! Don't touch me!" She tried to say- but she felt so violated, and her voice wavered nervously.

He took her hand, and placed in it what she would later find was a wad of five singles. "Just appreciate my money, sweetheart. Run along, now."

Humiliated, Adra had no other choice but to just move away. She was embarrassed- though blind, she felt the gazes of many nearby tables, and flushed as tears welled up. She asked the hostess to switch the table to one of the waiters, so she didn't have to deal with the guys anymore.

The hostess replied with, "don't take it too hard, you'll get used to it."

Adra, shaken, avoided that side of the room until they left, to which the man who groped her called her an "ugly cunt" and a "bitch" and "whore", loud enough, before leaving. 

She took her break in the back room not eating, just holding her child and crying against him. 

Adra woke up when there was a cry from beside her. Her baby boy was screaming in his sleep, as if someone was torturing him. He sounded so pained, she was afraid he was physically hurt.

She swooped over and cradled him as he thrashed violently- more so than is possible for an infant. It was terrifying- this is the fifth time that this has happened this week, but she doesn't stop getting scared for her little son.

She tried to coo gently, to relax him, to soothe him, but he would not stop screaming until the morning, where he would awaken naturally, as if nothing happened. 
She stood on the corner, trying to sell her papers. She was beginning to get thin- all of the jeers and taunts were beginning to get to her, and they hurt her. Today, she was by no means dressed provocatively. She had on a pretty long dress with quarter sleeves, and a sweater. She was trying to get people to ignore her. There were some who denied her outright- others ignored her, some screamed at her, and some looked scary enough that she didn't ask. 

Adra was standing beside a bus bench, trying to catch people who were coming off of their commute. As she waited for the next bus to arrive, an older man in his 50s sat right behind where she stood. She uncomfortably moved, but he reached forward and grabbed her, drawing her into his lap.

"Tell Santa what the little girl would like for Christmas." He said, bouncing his knee a little. She felt trapped- she is childishly small, and he was so much larger than her, and she was frozen in her spot.

She managed to wiggle free and run, terrified that he would follow her.
Adra laid in the shabby motel bed. It was by no means nice. She went for their bi-weekly groceries, spending most of her money on food for Alek, with about 40$ going to him, and 5$ to her. The things were in the counter- the fruits and veggies were all chopped up for the baby's purée, and in containers to be heated up.

As she sat, idly watching the news about the war on the TV, a series of gunshots rang out outside her window- one even breaking the corner of her window.

She screamed, grabbed Alek, and hid beneath the bed. The shots continued, and she knew it was from the nearby warring gang, yet she still couldn't help but feel terrified. 

Alek clutches to her as she shielded him from the sounds and the raining glass. She could have called the cops, but she knew they wouldn't come.

She ended up spending the night with her little son in the closet, hiding from the sounds.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Closing Post

Hi everyone!

Now that the names are all back in their bodies, and since the roleplay hasn't had too much outside activity recently, Noelle and I are going to return to our private blog. If anyone is interested we might post some of our stories about what happened during time skips here, but in the meantime, we're signing off for now. Thank you to all who have read and commented. :)


Friday, June 17, 2016

Alastair's body

There is a deviant art artist called Aenaluck, whose character looks eerily similar to Alastair- except Alastair's hair is more of a light sandy color.

So newsflash apparently Alastair doesn't wear clothes xD


What has occurred so far:

Alastair has shifted himself and Adra back in time, to the moment where Niccolò stole Alastair's name. Alastair has killed Niccolò's family, and set the home ablaze. Upon seeing the house, Niccolò immediately pushes himself to be in control of his own body, panics, and begs Adra to help him save his family. After hesitation and consideration of potential consequences, Adra agrees under the condition that Niccolò bring his family back with him to the present.

Thus, both she and Niccolò salvage his family's bodies, as well as the original body of Alastair, and places them in a special pocket dimension that she has crafted from her alchemy, the door being one that can grow and shrink from the size of a cell phone to a normal size.

After saving the family, Niccolò embraces Adra and tells her that he will never forget her kindness. The pair catch their breaths, and Niccolò lets Alastair have control again. Adra gives him a stone that will feed him energy to help fuel his time travel, though Alastair decides to not use it yet. After a small conversation, Alastair and Adra decide that it would be best to spend the night in town, as Alastair recuperates. 

The Plan

In Noelle's words:

"So, Alastair, probably about a year and a half ago, decided to create a front connection between him and Adra. As a result of this, they are able to share thoughts, emotions, memories, and, as she has been exploring recently, magic. There isn't a single person on this world that they know of who can manipulate names like Nic, and originally a big issue was that he can't work on his own name- that's just impossible. Another issue is that, as Niccolò's power was used to take more and more names, it would weaken. So if he tried to do it, it wouldn't work.

The plan that Adra is going to have is that she and Alastair are going to collect the bodies of all 53(?) names, and bring them back, and preserve them. They will also bring back a younger version of Alastair, who can help her with the process. (As in, Alastair at maybe 30 years old or something- young enough to remember that Adra has gone back in time and comforted and shown him love as a youn boy, and young enough to still cherish those memories).

So Adra is going to practice on two bugs, first. She will move the name of one bug into the other, then separate the names again into their bodies. 

Then, she is going to go in reverse chronological order, and remove each name, like peeling back layers of a cake: some names are easier to untangle, since they will be fresher, won't have been tangled for as long, and won't be as intact as the others. And so Adra is going to work very hard in picking out the pieces of each name and pulling them back together before placing them back into their bodies.

So yeah"

If there are any questions about this explanation, or anything else involving this blog, please inquire under this post. :)