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Forum Posts: 221 		Posted: Mon, 11/04/2022 03:49 (3 Years ago)
Astrid didn't expect Sephtis for not slowing down. If she had been in his shoes, she would've done the same for him. It was almost a test, she assumed. Keep up, and you're in. Astrid would've refused, if she had a choice. If she wasn't so desperate for any information about her parents. Honestly, she was a bit ashamed of how she just couldn't give up on her past. Why couldn't she seem to accept that her parents were most likely dead in a ditch somewhere, had abandoned her or something, and left? But she couldn't. Astrid couldn't let go of the hope that her parents were alive. And Ocion was the only way she could get that information. So, she kept following after Septhis. Astrid's rib was still aching slightly, but she ignored it. She'd dealt with worse injuries. When it came to the trees, she hesitated. Still, it was similar enough to going across the walls. She could do this. She could do this. Astrid jumped, landing a bit akwardly on the first tree. She pushed off of it, going to the next tree. She managed to get halfway before she fell, landing badly and having to run the rest of the ways until she caught sight of Sephtis. She jumped up into a tree, glancing around to be sure no one was around, before whistling quietly to signal him, dropping down. "Thought I couldn't keep up?" she asked inside his mind.

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Forum Posts: 221 		Posted: Fri, 08/04/2022 12:42 (3 Years ago)
Astrid wasn't sure wether or not she belived that he was telling the truth. But what choice did she have? She'd have to take this information at face value. If she tried to probe further, she might just push him away. And that meant she could be giving up valubale information to..his cause. And she'd be out of this deal, knowing where exactly her parents were. That was the main goal. Finding out what really happened to her parents, and why she couldn't remember anything at all. It wasn't her buisness what his orginization really did, or how they got peace between the two sides. That was their buisness, not Astrids. But then his offer hit her. Go with him to the human realm? Why in the world would she do that? Not only would she be losing the deal that would give her the fate of her parents (as she couldn't track the Saakri-Lumens) but she'd be going somewhere she'd never been with someone she barely knew. But on the other hand, it was sort of amusing to think that this guy needed her help. She'd never had someone depend on her before like that, except maybe when she'd had to save his life from the other Saakri-Lumens. Astrid was still debating it when a voice spoke from behind her. "Oh, why don't you go?" The man from before, his face still obscured by the cloak, chuckled to himself, dissapearearing and reapearing next to Astrid, who shuddered slightly and pulled away. She hated being near him. "Think of it, dear Astrid, as a...reassignment. I'm curious to see if you'd sucseed. I really do think that this boy is what we need to get closer to our goal. "Leave him alone, Ocion," Astrid snapped in his head, forgetting that the connection was still open with Sephthis so he could probablly hear her thoughts to Ocion. "Oh please, he's risking his life already! He's too involved for me to leave him alone. I'll get someone else to tag that woman. You go with him." He spoke into her mind. You do want to know what happened to your parents, don't you? Buzz off. I'll go with him, alright?" "Good," he said aloud, "I have asscosciates in the human world. They'll find you and assist you as needed." Ocion dissapeared, and Astrid snapped in Sephtis's head, already annoyed,

"Fine, I'll go with you.

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Forum Posts: 221 		Posted: Fri, 08/04/2022 04:54 (3 Years ago)
that's a-ok

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Forum Posts: 221 		Posted: Fri, 08/04/2022 04:51 (3 Years ago)
I mean, I'll take you at your word lol. Sure, I'll reserve a spot for you. Which gender?

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Forum Posts: 221 		Posted: Fri, 08/04/2022 04:48 (3 Years ago)
Again, if you could PM me a sample of any other rp you've been in, I could reserve it. I reserved those other people only b/c I've worked with them before and know what their rping is like

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Forum Posts: 221 		Posted: Fri, 08/04/2022 04:47 (3 Years ago)
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Forum Posts: 221 		Posted: Fri, 08/04/2022 04:12 (3 Years ago)
@Hunter and @Daiko Reserved

@CutePika please PM me a sample of your rp skills as I think I'd like to keep this roleplay semi-lit

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Forum Posts: 221 		Posted: Thu, 07/04/2022 23:53 (3 Years ago)
When Astrid was waiting for things, she would sometimes go into a trance of sorts. Time would slow down and her mind would wander as she waited, sometimes missing the things she was waiting for. It was a frusturating thing, and she hated it and herself when it happened. But it had happened, and she missed what was going on as her body went into autopilot. Almost on reflex, she berated herself for it, until realizing that he was still there. She hadn't missed anything that affected her...as far as she could tell. She thought that he was going to walk away, and thought she'd be able to tag him and confront him, but somehow he had spotted her. He kept noticing her, but only after something seemed to point it out to him, like an invisible man who was far more perceptive than he was. Astrid was dying to know what that meant, but that wasn't any of her buisness. As long as she got the answers to the questions that she had, and possibly any more information that could get her quickly out of this deal, she would be fine. But still, he had noticed her, and that was the important part. She stood up, and stepped out so she was more visible. At first, she lifted her hands, tired of using her power and wishing she could sign out her thoughts, but realized it was probablly better if she used her power. So, with a slight sigh, she opened the connection.

Wanted to know what in the world you were doing in the castle. My employer would be intrigued if you were to find something out. Don't worry, I'll be out of your hair soon.

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Forum Posts: 221 		Posted: Thu, 07/04/2022 19:37 (3 Years ago)
Every year, a female and male tribute are chosen, fighting for their lives as payment for their ancestor's rebellion.

Is there anything you can do? Well, you can pray your 19th birthday arrives first.

For now,

Welcome to your last days. Pray you don't get picked. And if you do? Fight to stay alive.

This is the 74th anual Hunger Games.

Let the odds be ever in your favor.

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Normal PH Roleplay rules, you get three strikes on your form and if you reach 3, I won't accept it.



Districts:
1 (Female reserved)
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4 (male reserved)
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Forum Posts: 221 		Posted: Thu, 07/04/2022 04:10 (3 Years ago)
Astrid was good at going unseen, but the for the most part, she was experienced at going unseen in places with large amounts of people. This village was much, much smaller and had less places to hide. Just like the woods, it was unfamiliar territory. And Astrid's heart was nearly bursting out of her chest with fear. Still, she kept a low profile, going completely out of sight when she could. A part of her was fascinated with the idea that there was a village here that she'd had no idea even existed. How had they gone without Andrea's notice for this long? But on the other hand, had Andrea known about the village and kept it a secret? Or was it just below her notice? Questions, questions, so many questions. Honestly, Astrid was tired of questions. She wanted answers. She was going to find answers about her parents, about her past, but at the moment, about why the boy who had taken the chance to rescue her hand taken yet another chance, this one to break into the castle. But this time, she was hunting this one for answers. She didn't owe him anything, and he didn't owe her anything. They'd both paid eachother back, him saving her life from the guards and healing her, her saving his life from the assaliant. Thinking back on it, why had he seemed...different after she'd killed that attacker? Astrid shuddered just thinking about it, but her train of thought went on. Did he feel things like she did? Like there was something living in him, just waiting for the moment to pounce? Maybe she'd been talking to it. Maybe she'd seen a darker side of him. Whatever. It didn't matter. Never really had mattered. So she might as well forget it. But that still left questions, which made Astrid more and more annoyed. One day, she swore, she'd be done with the questions.

She watched him go into the white house, which seemed to radiate emotions. Fear, anger, and something far more evil. Though, Astrid was already feeling paranoid. Maybe she was just imagining it. It was pratically her life's theme: Things weren't always what they looked like on the outside. They never were. Too many people had judged her just because she was a Saakri-Lumens. Because she was small. Because she was mute. Because she was dirty. A rare few because of her power, which she rarely revealed to anyone. Though, it seemed like lately she'd been revealing her power too much. But it was a rare few that knew sign languge. That made her think of the man from her memories. The one that she seemed to, at one point, have some kind of connection with. But she had to focus on waiting for the boy to come out. She had to push aside that memory. But it kept floating just beneath the surface, teasing her like a cat with a mouse. Astrid couldn't belive that she was letting her own memory control her. So, frusturatedly, she pushed the man out of her mind and continued watching. Astrid had chosen a spot just twenty feet from the doors. As soon as the boy was out, she'd know. Was he a boy? A man? Honestly, Astrid didn't really care. She didn't have the time. All she was here for was answers. And so, she waited.

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Forum Posts: 221 		Posted: Mon, 04/04/2022 03:34 (3 Years ago)
“I believe you can take it from here”

Astrid wasn’t expecting the food, though she couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t grateful for it. Though, before she could thank him at all for it, he had already left. It suddenly occurred to her that she had met him before. He was the person in the alleyway. The one who had been talking to the human. How had she never figured that out before? This was ridiculous, Astrid needed to be quicker than this. But there was nothing to be done about that now. Astrid needed to stash the food in a hiding spot, and finish her rounds. The hares were a rare find, but she had a system going that she wasn’t going to end anytime soon. Otherwise, it would mess everything up, and the hares wouldn’t last forever. So, she started walking, keeping her head down and the sack close to her. She wasn’t the only thief out there.

Astrid had found her hiding place, a hidden hole in the wall she’d discovered when she was much younger that had served her well. She checked it. Undisturbed, as always. With a slight smile, she stored the hares away. Those would serve her well. She snuck out and was preparing to hit her next mark when someone hissed, “You! Girl!” Astrid was going to ignore it, but the voice was familiar. She spotted the source of the voice in a skinny, guant pale man with a hood, who grinned when she made eye contact. “I’ve got another secret,” he whispered in a sing-song voice. “You know that I gave up on that. It was one. Time. I told you that I’d never use my powers like that again,” She thought snappishly, before going to climb up the wall. “Now buzz off.” “It’s about the war, aren’t you interested?” Astrid paused. She'd originally told herself that she didn’t care about the war. Wasn’t that why she left the speech? She reasoned with herself, a silent debate. On one hand, she’d be better off not involving herself. On the other hand, this war could get nasty, so if she only dipped her toes, she could get away from the raging river before it overflowed its banks and took her down to its depths. She stopped climbing up the wall, and jumped down, walking over and dragging him into an abandoned building. “I have every right to walk away. So you’d better make it worth my while. And I have some rules. No killing or hurting. Whatever I do, Iit shouldn’t take more than a week.” The man sighed. “You were always a stubborn one, weren’t you? Fine, I agree to your terms. And I can make it worth your while.” He disappeared with a whisper and repeated next to her, whispering, “I can tell you what happened to your parents, and what really went down in your past that took all your memories.” Her face went pale. “You’re lying.” “Why would I? You’re invaluable to our cause. And you know that I knew your parents for a very long time.” “You never told me that.” “I couldn’t. But I’m making it right.” The man’s smirking face became serious. “Astrid, I need you and you need me. If..it makes it better, think of it as persevering your own life.” She sighed. “Fine. One week. What do you want me to do?” The man’s smile returned. “Good, good. I recently received news that a suspected human has been spotted sneaking into Saakri-Lumens land. I need you to get any and all information they have, as well as find out why they’re here, and if they are connected to the human leader Ignis, understand?” Astrid sighed. “I’ll see what I can do in a week.” “Good.”

Astrid knew the best way to do this was to get to the rooftops. Unfortunately, she was still suffering from the broken rib, so there was no way she’d make the climb. She could barely manage to get over that wall, or even walk around. So how in the world was she going to do this? Then, the answer struck her. But the feeling wasn’t pleasant. She was going to have to go back there. Her earliest memory save her first kill. It was the only place that was safe enough to get to the rooftops without injuring herself further. So, she left.

Astrid made her way to a crumbling building tucked away in a corner of the kingdom, surrounded by dirt, grime, and a feeling of despondency. She ignored the pitiful cries for food, kicking aside the corpse of a rat, before making her way into one of the buildings. She moved quickly past all of the memories that this place kicked up, going to a set of stairs in the back that led onto the roof, and carefully making her way across the rooftops. It was slow moving this time, but at least it was moving. That was what counted.

She quickly caught sight of someone whom she was sort of hoping that she wouldn’t see again. The one who’d rescued her. Why did it have to be now? And so soon…Astrid figured she’d leave him alone. But that was until she caught sight of what he was doing. Eyes narrowing, she got closer, yet still watching him from a distance. This was getting interesting. Obviously, he would have information from…whatever it was he was doing, that would get her out of this deal more quickly. And to do that, she’d need to follow him. Astrid followed him back to his village, making no noise


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Forum Posts: 221 		Posted: Fri, 01/04/2022 17:20 (3 Years ago)
She didn't resist, but that didn't mean she wasn't wary.

Astrid went along with all of this, obviously because there was nothing else she could do. When the stench hit her, she almost pulled back in disgust. Astrid had seen plenty of disgusting things, but this was probably the worst. Still, she had to keep going, though her eyes watered from the stink. She was completley caught off guard by this strange person pulling her to safety. What was going on?! She soon realized that there were people attacking them. Everything in her screamed to run. She should have ran. But she was still healing. And the fear kept her frozen.

Astrid knew death. She had known it from a young age, growing up on the streets. Animals died. People died. Everyone would meet their end someday. Astrid couldn't pretend that she wasn't de-sensitized too it. She could see that the Saakri-Lumens who had pinned the boy who had rescued her was eager for his death. The message that echoed through her brain made her freeze. She could save him. She owed the boy, anyway. But she'd be risking her own life for this moment. What if she couldn't do it? What if she was the reason that he died? No. No. Astrid's mind was racing, until she finally made a split moment descison. She had to save him. So, she reached out and made a connection with the Saakri-Lumens that had pinned him down. She was deterimend to break him, and so she let go.

The chaos would have its chance.e

It tore at the poor Saakri-Lumen's psyche, screaming and muttering and crying, doing everything in its power to drive him insane. He crawled back, hands clamped over his head like he wanted nothing more than to tear his own brain out. But Astrid had given the chaos too much control. So, with a cold and emotionless face, she kept going. She dug out every horrible memory of her own and turned it into a nightmare to plauge him, until the Saakri-Lumens went limp, his heart stopping out of fear. The chaos was satisfied, and gave Astrid control. She realized what she'd done, and her eyes widened. No. Nonononothiswasn'trealthiswasn'treal. She backed up a few steps, shaking as she stared at the person that she'd killed. But somehow, she knew it wasn't the first. Another memory came back.

She was only nine years old, and someone was following her. She hurried down the street, late at night, speed picking up. She'd never been on her own for this long before. Astrid was desperate to get home. But the woman just picked up speed. She was going to hurt her. Astrid knew that the minute that she had started following her. And Astrid knew there was nothing she could do. It wasn't like she was going to use her powers. She couldn't. The dark feeling would come back again. And she would forget everything. So she took off running. There was a loud popping noise as the woman teleported beside her. "Got you!" she crowed as she tightened her grip so she couldn't run away. Astrid didn't have the control she had now. It broke loose and connected to the woman. Her eyes widened and she pratically threw herself to the ground as she shook and screamed, and Astrid just kept going. She didn't stop until the woman's eyes were red and and she was dead. Astrid's stomach dropped, and silent tears ran down her face. She had killed someone.

And it was all

her

fault.

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Forum Posts: 221 		Posted: Thu, 31/03/2022 13:20 (3 Years ago)
Astrid was still confused and disoriented from all that had happened, but she was a sharp girl, and she picked things up almost immieadientally. She could hear the sounds of cooking outside, and almost on instinct, she tensed up a little as she tried to pick up more information. But she couldn't see enough or hear enough, so she waited a little, just to see what would happen. Astrid couldn't pretend she wasn't extremely curious about the identidy of her rescuer (or potential kidnapper, not to wipe that off the board) so she waited, trying not to move. She'd quickly learned her lesson about that one, for sure. When the mystery person came back, just before they came into her line of sight, she had the thought that it could be the man from her memories, the one whom she seemed to at one point had some kind of connection with. But that thought was quickly dissapiated when she saw the person. It wasn't him. Astrid didn't know if she was dissapointed or relieved at this, but still, she kept a watchful eye on him.

The black drink isn't poison At first, Astrid was nervous about this situation, but then she almost laughed. Why in the world would he try to poison her after doing all that? That wasn't to say that Astrid didn't trust him. But she also wasn't paranoid to think that after all of the trouble that he had gone to rescue her from the guards that he would pull something like that. It didn't make any sense, after all, how was he going to get what he wanted if she was dead? Then the entire thing would have been wasted. So no, Astrid didn't think that he was trying to poison her. But honestly she didn't know what she really thought about him. Astrid could audibly hear her stomach growling, and she turned red with embaresssment at the noise. Astrid hadn't eaten since the night before, so she was extremely hungry. She wasn't going to pass up food, no matter where it came from. But she did want to get rid of the pain, so she took the drink first. It was slightly bitter, and she grimaced, but she took the entire thing, and sure enough, the pain was starting to lessen. She finished the drink and looked back at the food. She may not trust this person, but she wasn't going to pass up food. As soon as she started eating, Astrid visibly relaxed and kept eating. In less than a minute she'd finished it. Astrid hadn't realized how hungry she was, and she hadn't eaten since the night before. She looked up and saw the mystery person sitting on the bench, so she sighed. It was best if she asked now, and got it over with. So, though she didn't trust the person one bit, she reached into his mind again.

Thanks for the food. Now, who are you and what do you want from me?

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Forum Posts: 221 		Posted: Thu, 31/03/2022 00:39 (3 Years ago)
Though Astrid had gone unconscious, she was still plagued with those horrible memories. In a bitter sense, it was almost as if the fall had knocked loose memories and moments that were hiding in the crevices of her psyche, just out of reach until now. But they were all flooding back, so that Astrid could only register flashes of them, like trying to catch snowflakes in your hand and watching them melt within seconds. A large, rough yet warm and gentle hand taking Astrid’s tiny one and leading her somewhere Being pushed around by a group of faceless boys and girls, crying out for help More recent memories Stealing from a guard for the first time Being knocked to the ground after she first tried to climb to the rooftops It was too much, too overwhelming, and though Astrid was already in pain, she was racked with a different kind, her entire body shuddering as the memories came back. She couldn’t stop it. Astrid was completely and utterly helpless, and she hated it, praying that it would stop and her pain would end. At least, the mental pain. Astrid didn’t mind the physical pain. That was one thing. This was another. Her unconscious mind flashed with all of these images, and more, and eventually they began to blur together, and Astrid slipped into the dark and still as her mind was too exhausted to move. And that was how Astrid hoped that she would stay, because she didn’t think that she could take anymore than that, no matter how strong she thought that she was. No matter how strong anyone thought they were, she doubted that they could take this. Regardless, it was too much for her to bear, and she’d tried.

Eventually, Astrid could slowly feel herself waking up, though she didn’t move and she didn’t open her eyes, wanting to register where she was. She figured she was in a jail cell. After years and years of stealing food, that was the only reasonable place for them to send her. What else were they going to do with someone like her? There was no hope for her. She’d been stealing for as long as she could remember, and she was eighteen years old. She wasn’t a child anymore. This was probably the place she’d spend the rest of her life. Astrid was already resigning. She had always known that one day things would catch up to her. She’d taken too many risks, been too daring, and now it was coming back to bite her. This was the end. It was the end of the line. Was there anything that Astrid wished she had done? Of course, that list was endless. She wished she’d remember more from her past. She wished that she’d been faster. She wished she hadn’t been scared off by the woods. Astrid wished she’d cared more. She wished that her parents were alive. She wished that she had friends. That last statement caught her off guard. Did she really wish that she had friends? No, she couldn’t depend on anyone. That memory that had distracted her, causing her downfall, was proof enough, but it was a lesson engrained in her. It was something that she would never forget. Sometimes she felt herself rebelling against that lesson, but she always shut it down. It would never happen again. Astrid would guard her heart, never opening up. Otherwise, things would always go wrong, and things would never work out. Though some would say otherwise, she knew the absolute truth.

That was when she had fully awakened, and she allowed herself a sneaking look at where she was. But she wasn’t in a jail cell. Astrid was somewhere she hadn’t ever been before, and yet at the same time it felt achingly familiar in a way she knew wasn’t possible. She’d never been to…wherever this was. This was a new place, and a frighteningly new one indeed. Where in the world was she? Who had brought her here? Her mind was already racking with questions, but she barely moved and barely opened her eyes, only allowing herself a fraction of vision so that she could know what was happening. And unsurprisingly, she didn’t get much information from this. But she knew that she had to stay still. At least until she could come to a final decision. Or, at the very least, find out who it was that had rescued her from the guards. And what they wanted in return. People always wanted things in return. Everything came with a price. And Astrid knew that they’d make her pay for it, so she wanted to be ready for the moment that the “Catch” came. Otherwise, it was a hassle for herself mentally that Astrid really, really didn’t want to have to go through. It just wasn’t worth it. And if they wanted something Astrid couldn’t pay at all? She wanted to be aware, ready to spring away. Some people might argue that not everyone was looking for something in return, and maybe whoever rescued her was just doing it out of the goodness of their heart. Astrid nearly scoffed at the idea. Nobody cared about her. Really, Astrid didn’t think that there were any people like that left in the world. If they really were there, they were extremely rare.

Astrid decided that the only way she’d ever be getting information about where she was, what was going on, etc. So, she opened her eyes and tried to sit up fully, but she was still in pain, and nearly cried out. Had it really gone that badly? How badly was she injured? Astrid’s vision was still blurry and she could barely move, so it wasn’t like she could examine herself at all, or figure out what she had broken. That was all that Astrid could really tell, if she was being honest. Her head hurt horribly, and her wrist felt like it was on fire, but she bit her tongue to keep from making anymore noise.


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Forum Posts: 221 		Posted: Wed, 30/03/2022 02:50 (3 Years ago)
It was like walking into another world. Astrid was wandering among the streets of the city, and..it was too quiet for her own liking. It seemed that she was the only person who didn’t fear the consequences of what would happen if she defied Andrea’s orders. Then again, weren’t the Saakri-Lumens a peaceful people? They wouldn’t bother with her. She was never worth it. Astrid was never worth it. She spotted a stall full of fruit and took her time walking over, only glancing around once or twice before stuffing some of it into her bag. Not surprisingly, there were others who could afford to lose some product while others couldn’t afford to lose a meal, for fear they wouldn’t see another the next day. That was how it always was, and unfortunately for Astrid, she fell into the latter category. Astrid eventually came to the division that marked the border between the city and the woods, which would lead on to the human’s territory. Humans…how did Astrid really feel about them? A sense of bitterness washed over her. Astrid knew what humans were like. She’d heard all of the awful stories about them. About their destructive, horrible nature. How the only thing they created was ugly, killing machines, used to take as much territory as they could. They just couldn’t leave things alone, could they? They couldn’t leave the Saakri-Lumens alone, all because they were a “threat to their power” or so the city gossipers said. The bitterness washed away as Astrid realized that. All of the information she had about humans was from angry old Saakri-Lumens who had nothing better to do than recount the past and grumble about the present, and mourn the future. Maybe things had changed. Perhaps things with the humans were different. But if they were different, then why would they declare war? Astrid knew that that statement alone could tell her so much about the humans, and she decided that was all that she needed to know, and the bitterness at the thought of humans returned as she stared up at the fence, looming above her like a tall and somber guardian.

Now came the time to decide if she was going to climb the fence and go into the woods. The thought startled her, like it had been drifting through her brain and she hadn’t even noticed that it was there. Climb the fence? Astrid knew nothing of the woods, they were an unfamiliar place and new territory. This was different from the city. Astrid knew the city like the back of her hand. Astrid felt comfortable there, as every path was well worn in her psyche from years and years of living there. Of course, Astrid may have been only eighteen years old, with little to no knowledge of her past, but she still had done a lot of running around in that time. If she made the choice to go to the woods, she would be abandoning everything she knew for a while, and would become helpless. Anything could be in the woods. Astrid hadn’t heard much about them, but suddenly she felt smaller than usual, and her imagination called up horrible images of what could be in there. She should turn back. She should give this up before she got hurt. There was nothing to gain in the woods….right? Now Astrid was starting to doubt her rash decision. Just like the whispers that formed and got louder each time her power was anxious for her to use it, the whispers were there again, except this time, it was coming from the woods, like horrifying yet tempting sirens. Astrid could feel the pull coming from beyond the trees. Just like before in the alleyway with the Saakri-Lumens and the human, she had the insistent feeling that there was something, or someone that she was supposed to see. But what was it? What was so important that she had to see or hear? Astrid heard a lot of things, saw a lot of things as she traveled and hid, but never had she had such a strong urge to go somewhere. But on the other hand, she shouldn’t. It was dangerous. Unknown.

Astrid would be risking everything if she went into the woods. And there was a chance she wouldn’t come back out to tell the tale, though absolutely no one would miss her. Astrid finally decided to explore the woods. It would satiate the hunger to find out what was going on there, and give her answers. Sure, it would be dangerous, but she was willing to risk that if it meant finally shedding that trapping feeling inside of her. But just as she was about to go through with it, a small noise scared her off and she went running back into the city like a frightened rabbit, admonishing herself all the way, but she knew it was only her self-preservation. Astrid was always looking out for herself, and that was how it would always be, as no one would want her and therefore, there would be no one else to look out for. The voices were angry, whispering harshly and becoming more and more aggravated. This was different than when she had the horribly strong temptation to use her powers. The voices wanted something in there, and they were furious they hadn’t got it. But Astrid ignored it all as she scrambled through the city to find a hiding place as people started to flood back in. She would simply go back to her old routine, as it had always been. Astrid knew it was a cowardly move, but the city was safe. The city had no risks, at least, not ones she wouldn’t be expecting. And if something wanted to get her in the city? Well, they’d have to fight for it. Because Astrid knew that city well, so she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Two weeks later, Astrid had gotten herself into a pickle. Though she knew that one of the stalls had a less-than-focused owner who would always be looking away long enough for her to steal something, this time, someone had seen her, and bellowed, “Stop, thief!” Astrid panicked, stuffing the food into her bag and taking off. She was chased by the mystery shouter for a while, doding among carts and turning sharp corners as she looked for a quick way to get to the rooftops. But this man was fast, and he seemed to be getting closer and closer every minute. Astrid panicked, and though her lungs were burning and she was short of breath, she picked up speed before seeing a low hanging roof over a stack of boxes. That was all that she needed. She jumped from the boxes to the roof with expert speed, quickly landing on top and scrambling out of reach, before stopping a minute to rest. The man stopped, equally exhausted and shaking his fist. “You can’t stay up there forever, little rat!” he yelled at her, red-faced. But Astrid wasn’t going to hang around long enough to hear. She quickly took off, looking for a place to come down where she could lose the man, and worst-came-to-worst, the guards. But Astrid wasn’t stupid. She knew she’d have to lose the guards too. If that man would take the time to chase after her for some food, obviously he was going to go further. She could only hope that whatever guard came after her wouldn’t have the foresight to come up onto the rooftops after her. But Astrid almost scoffed aloud to herself at that thought. She was the only Saakri-Lumens that she knew who had the ability to travel across the rooftops like this. It was the only reason she hadn’t been caught long ago, though she supposed she would have found another way. Self-Preserving at all costs. That was how Astrid had been before, and that's how she would always be. Because anything else was weak.

That was one of the earliest lessons that Astrid had learned. She must always be looking out for herself, and no one else. When Astrid was very young, she’d figured that out the hard way. Her mind went flooding back to the memory, one of the few memories that she hadn’t lost, though how she had lost her memories she could never remember, most ironically. But this one always stood fresh in her mind.

Astrid was thirteen, and running from someone. But this time, it wasn’t a guard. It wasn’t a storekeeper. It was someone who was out for her blood. She couldn’t see their face. but she knew that if she didn’t keep going then something was going to go horribly wrong. There was someone else with her, a boy about her age. “Keep going!” he urged, “We’re almost out of his reach.” Astrid was nearly at the end of her rope, but she kept going because she knew that if she didn’t stop, both of them would be in danger. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the boy trip and fall to the ground, and she pulled him up to his feet. “Thanks,” he said breathlessly, but when he turned around, a hard glint took over his eyes and he said shortly, “Sorry, but I have to save my own skin,” and pushed her to the ground. Astrid could feel her stomach turning, and time seemed to slow down as she fell to the ground and she watched the boy run away. He was important to her, she knew that. She knew he’d helped her when no one else had, so they’d look out for each other. She would be the distraction, she would make sure he had a safe place to sleep, food to eat. Astrid thought that she could depend on him. But when it all came crashing down, he wasn’t there. He wasn’t going to support her. He wasn’t going to save her, even after all that they had been through. Astrid really couldn’t trust anyone, could she? Eventually, they’d betray her and leave her to rot. That lesson was cemented in her mind as she hit the ground and the man slowed down, grabbing onto her arm with an icy and painful grip. “Couldn’t run forever, little rat,” he hissed, and she shuddered as he used the tip of his knife to force her chin up. “I finally have you,” he grinned, leaning closer, his breath rancid and making Astrid cringe. He forced her into an alley where no one could see them, twisting her wrist painfully so she cried out. Taking her palm, he raked the knife against it. She sobbed, wanting to pull away but not being able to. He raised the knife and was about to do more when someone appeared in the entrance of the alleyway. Thinking it was the boy, her hopes were raised. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe she really could depend on other people. But they were dashed to the ground when she realized who it was as the mysterious person’s frame came into view and she glimpsed their face. It was him. “What do you think you’re doing?” he growled, going to pull the man away. “Leave. I can’t believe you would even think of hurting a child. Do you realize how horrible you are?” The man with the knife sneered, and ran away. He went to her quickly. “Are you alright?” She got up, irratated, and brushed him off. “Astrid, you’re bleeding!” Clumsily, she signed, “I’m fine!” And tried to get away. She was done. No more depending on others. Astrid was destined to be all alone.

But around then was when the voices started.

Astrid was caught off guard by this. She wasn’t expecting such a vivid memory. She could feel her grip slipping. No. No. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to falter. Astrid couldn’t afford that. If she wasn’t fully in the moment, that could mean slipups, and slipups meant trouble. But Astrid slipped up. She failed. And now she was going to pay the consequence. Astrid hadn’t realized until now how far the fall would be if she ever did fall to the ground. But now she was going to find out. Astrid could feel her stomach dropping as she fell. Some small part of her registered that the fall wouldn’t kill her. There were stalls underneath that would cushion the fall enough so that she wouldn’t hit the ground too hard. Astrid was lucky. But if she was luckier, she wouldn’t be in this situation. Time seemed to slow down as she slammed against the stalltop and slid to the ground, her body aching from the fall. The quiet, chaotic whispering grew louder although her body screamed in pain. She gave in enough so that it reached for the nearest people, sending the message into their heads in hope that it would reach someone, anyone that could save her. Astrid knew no one would come, but she was desperate enough that she just had to try it.

Please, won’t somebody help me?

Then the pain took over and it all went black.


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"Tell me, what do you know about robots?"

"Let's see...they're made of metal, immediate no-no, they shoot things, and you don't mix the metal-bender with robots. What, you want me to test their durability? If you need me to do that, doesn't that say something about the security of how well these robots are made?" Grey said dryly, as the scientist scowled. "Enough talking. You're being pulled for a special project." "Special Project? What is it, my birthday? Normally it's just a lot of training. Wait. Let me guess. I get hurt slightly more than normal, is that what makes it special?" "E-54M, if you don't cease your chatter, I will stop it for you," the scientist snapped, leading him down a hallway. "You talk far too much, and forget your place." "Aww, and the first date was going so well, I don't get a second?" This comment earned him a sharp slap upside the head. This only annoyed Grey, but he knew that he would get worse if he continued talking, so he remained silent.

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Astrid wasn't going to join the crowd. Astrid knew better.

She wasn't stupid, crowds were hard to get out of. Crowds may help you lose yourself from someone you were trying to flee from (An experience that she'd had many times) but she also knew that when you were away from the crowd, and hidden, it was that much easier to get away. Crowds suffocated Astrid, all of those people tightly pressed together, all of the hot and sweaty breathing, it was all too much for Astrid. She couldn’t stand crowds, and had never been able to stand crowds. Especially when she was a Saakri-Lumens, where bumping into the wrong person could mean trouble. The Saakri-Lumens may have been a people that didn’t practice violence, but it didn’t mean that they couldn’t get angry, and an angry Saakri-Lumens didn’t necessarily mean a level-headed one. Astrid supposed that that was a universal trait, a hot-headedness that many people had when it came to anger. With that knowledge in hand, Astrid was definitely going to avoid crowds. She, for one, liked to keep her head intact and her enemies non-existent. But then again, didn’t everyone have enemies?

Her mind went back to the exchange that she had witnessed between the…human, and the Saakri-Lumens. She had closed off the connection, especially frightened at what she had seen. Astrid couldn’t read minds. She couldn’t delve the depths of them, couldn’t unravel secrets, couldn’t see things in the light of another person’s psyche. Other Saakri-Lumens might have been able to do that, but unfortunately, she did not posses that power. However, when the connection was there long enough, she could, in fact, hear thoughts. This wasn’t something she’d known before, obviously because she hadn’t used her powers in years. With this new information, Astrid was a bit frightened of what she could do. What she could find out. But what was more frightening, the staving off of the dark beast inside her that hungered to cause chaos, or the fact that she could, in theory but at the same time in reality, hear the thoughts that ran through people’s minds? To hear the desires that made them less than perfect, the plans that they made? Astrid’s stomach turned at the thought of it. This was one of the worst days of wishing. Wishing that somehow she could get rid of her power. Astrid thought that maybe, if she starved off the beast, it would go away. That with lack of use, maybe it would fade, and she could simply live life as a mute Saakri-Lumens, powerless and only looking for enough food to last to the next day. But that didn’t work. She was cursed. Forever. And there was nothing she could do about it.

Astrid was curled up in a little ball. She was older in this memory, perhaps ten or eleven years old. Her entire body was shaking violently, and she was crying, nails digging into her skin as she rocked back and forth. She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t. The things that echoed through her brain, the thoughts that the monster inside of her conjured up. It was torturing her. It was killing her. Astrid didn’t think that she would be able to last another minute with this curse. But the minutes kept ticking by, at a painfully slow pace. That’s when she heard the footsteps, and the same large man with the kind face that had appeared in her last memory was here again, though now he looked as if in the two years that had passed, he had aged 10. “Astrid? Astrid, what’s going on?!” He tried to get close to her, but she scrambled away. “Get away,” she signed, “He wants me to hurt you.” “Who? I-Oh.” Realization dawned over the man’s face as he figured out what was going on. “It’s the monster, right?” She nodded tearfully, still not willing to look him in the eyes or go any closer to him, though her back was pressed against the wall. The man sighed. “Astrid, you are a strong girl, you know that, right? I wouldnt have put my faith in you if it weren’t for that. Are you stronger than some monster?” She tearfully nodded her head. “Then get up. Close your eyes, and push him back.” Shakily, Astrid stood up, her fists clenched, closed her eyes, and for the first time on a journey that would last for ages, she pushed the voices to the back of her mind, and was calm again. She was fine. Without hesitation, she ran to the man and threw her arms around him. He was surprised, but he hugged her back. “It’s going to be okay,” he assured her, “It’ll be just fine.”

To say that Astrid was surprised was an understatement. Where were these memories coming from? It was frustrating that she couldn’t remember any of these. Were there really these huge gaps in her memory? Astrid wanted desperately to find out what these memories were, and why they kept coming up. She wanted answers, but where to get them, she didn’t know. A thought occurred to her about just where she might be able to find them, but that was a problem for another time. Right now, she had bigger things to worry about. Still, the identity of the man haunted her. Was he her father? If so, why didn’t she ever see her mother in any of the memories? What *had* happened to them, anyway? The earliest memory that Astrid knew of (before she had started getting these strange, unwanted flashbacks) was the memory of running from someone, stolen fruit in her hands. From then on, surviving had been her only priority, and she hadn’t had the time to think about her past. That had changed now, but she still didn’t have the time to think about this. All she could do was hope that she could move on without any more memories stopping her dead in her tracks. In this world, she could never afford that.

Astrid, with her aversion to crowds, had chosen a perch on one of the buildings, watching it all from a birds-eye view. She had a clear view of Andrea, and could easily hear the speech. Somehow, she wasn’t surprised. She had seen the brewing, and heard rumors and whispered secrets, one of the many benefits of being mute and looked over. Honestly, she knew that something like this was inevitable. You couldn’t stay out of the fight forever, no matter how much you wanted to. However, the thing that did make her nervous was the idea of “Compulsory Training.” What in the world did that mean? Would they hunt her down? How did Andrea expect to find every single citizen? Not everyone would want to fight. There would be some who tried to take advantage of the situation, who tried to run away. Andrea couldn’t possibly have the manpower to do this. But, then again, this was the Saakri-Lumens she was talking about. Who knows what they could do.

Astrid heard the person (whom she was unaware was the human she had seen before) speak, and it seemed to make the realization that this was real, and there were people who actually were eager for war concrete. She had been debating where she stood on this for awhile, but the decision was final: She was staying out of this. Astrid was already a criminal, she’d stolen and lied to keep surviving, and she wasn’t about to endanger that against the humans. The only person that she was concerned about was herself. No one had cared for her, so why bother caring for them? In all reality, she had spent all of her life looking out for herself, and no one had bothered to look out for her. There would be enough Saakri-Lumens willing. If they wanted war, they would have to do it without her. And if Astrid avoided this, then she could keep trying to drown out the beast in her. A wild thought occurred that maybe the humans could end her…problem, but she pushed that aside. Astrid wanted nothing to do with humans, war, Andrea, or any of that. If they wanted to find her, they were going to have to work for it.

Astrid was done here. She’d heard all that she needed to. There was nothing here for her. So, she quickly scampered off, navigating the rooftops as easily as she’d done for years. She knew that with the crowds distracting the guards and Andrea, there was no reason for anyone to know where she had gone. She figured she was probably going to find empty streets, what with everyone having flocked to the town square for the speech, but she still wasn’t taking her chances. When she dropped down to the ground, she looked around carefully, before sneaking off. Andrea was smart, and she knew to take advantage of this moment, because she wouldn’t ever have one like it again. Inside, she knew this was risky, and that this was yet another situation where she wouldn’t be able to get out of it easily. But, there was no way she was sticking around any longer to hear a discussion like this.



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What happens when you take a hardened assasian, a girl shot up into space, and a group of space warriors?

Absolute chaos.


Wade was flying his ship, The Angel, through a galaxy system, which, the Guardians of the Galaxy had chosen as well. Wade leaned over his control panel to take a fistful of popcorn and stuff it into his mouth, while Drax and Mantis were playing some sort of weird...card game.

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It hurt. It hurt so much. The little girl with the large eyes and dark hair felt blood travel down the side of her face from the cuts. Bruises littered her small body, and she kept her arms close to her chest, cuts over those too. She tripped over a rock, and fell, the fresh bruises hitting the ground and sending pain jolting through her. Tears ran down her face as she cried, picking up speed as she ran to a dirtier, shadier and darker group of houses, running up the porch of one, knocking on the door. She winced from the rough surface of the door hitting her bruised knuckles, but a man answered the door, and horror dawned over his face. “Astrid?” He pulled her inside. “What happened?!”

Later, Astrid was sitting on a wooden stool, her tiny 8-year old leg being bandaged with gentle persicson by the large man. “So, wanna tell me what happened?” She shook her head stubbornly. He sighed. “Astrid…” The little girl signed out with shaking, bandaged hands, “He was stealing food from little kids! That isn’t good!” “Was he bigger than you?” She nodded hesitantly. “Stronger?” Another nod. “Faster?” A final nod as Astrid avoided looking at the man. He sighed, tying off the bandage. “Astrid, you have to pick your battles, you know that, right?” “But you always tell me to do the right thing!” she signed. “That is true, but sometimes, if it means saving your own skin, you just have to keep walking. You’re only eight years old, there will be a time when it’s okay to be the hero. That time isn’t now, but only you will know when you’re really ready. All I know is that you’re too young to get yourself into fights like that, okay?” Astrid nodded with a sigh as the man gingerly hugged her. “Know the right time and place for everything, Astrid. There’s always going to be one.”

Astrid was suddenly brought back to the present as the memory faded. She…had forgotten about that. Who was the man? Was it her father? Was it a friend? Where even was that place? Who was the person she’d fought? There were so many questions that Astrid had, which made her want to scream in frustration. Until the last thing that the man had said echoed in her mind. “Know the right time and place for everything, Astrid. There’s always going to be one.” Astrid had some kind of…intuitive notion that no matter how small this interaction was, nothing was going to be the same after this. But was it her place to reveal herself? Was it her place to jump in, and try and figure out was going on? Or would it be better for her to just..keep watching? Then again, was the right thing to do to leave and never return? Astrid was being riddled with questions, and it was starting to get overwhelming. She slapped her hands over her ears, and as she let go, dust and gravel went tumbling to the ground, a slight skittering sound. But to someone who depended on silence, that sound was as loud as an avalanche.

Astrid’s power had always rested in the back of her consciousness, like an animal curled to spring. While most Saakri-Lumen might describe their ability as part of them, Astrid had never felt that connection. Maybe it was the looming terror of what she knew that she could do if she really wanted to. Maybe it was the small part of her that wanted to really wreck ultimate chaos, to really test her limits. But she would never let that part of herself take over. She’d never go that far. Despite her indifference to a lot of things, Astrid wouldn’t do it. Still, her power called to her to speak into their minds, confuse and frighten them. They’d never know it was her. She could steal away easily, leaving them behind. Besides, what real difference would it make? She’d be giving the darkest depths of her mind a bit of freedom, before leaving and drawing it back. This debate kept raging in her mind, like a black and dark storm.

But then it hit her.

This was the best way to know. To satiate her curiosity, without exposing herself and possibly endangering herself. She would use her ability to interrogate these strangers, satiating her curiosity while giving herself a perfect moment to slip away. But it would all depend, mostly on pure luck. Was Astrid’s luck really strong enough to get her through this? Or would it all run out? Over the years, Astrid had gotten pulled out of many sticky situations, mostly because of her muteness. But they wouldn’t spare her this time just because she was mute. This time,that wasn’t going to save her. If she was caught, there was nothing stopping them from doing…anything to her. Astrid was quick, but she wasn’t strong enough to put up a real fight. Astrid, though she hated to admit it, would always choose the flight when it came to fight or flight.

Astrid was indeed quick, and she proved this as she quickly moved, quiet as a shadow as she darted to another, deeper hiding place, where she would be less noticeable. The ability was perking up. It knew that she would be calling upon it for the first time in so, so long a time. At first, Astrid was extremely hesitant to do this. What if something went wrong? What if she couldn’t let go of the connection? What if..her deepest, darkest fear came true and she gave into the chaotic monster that lived inside of Astrid? She was very much afraid. But she wasn’t going to let that stop her. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and reached into herself, releasing the thread that connected to the psyches of the people around her. And so, she used her power to “speak” into their minds.The voice that they would hear was a raspy, quiet female voice that asked in a tired voice, “Who are you, and what are you doing here anyways? This definitely isn’t normal.” She didn’t want to go further, and was preparing to release the connection, since she could already feel it tiring her out.



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Astrid jumped slightly at the sound of Sara's voice, nearly giving away her hiding place. This was something new as well. It made it even more important that she not give herself away, as she wanted to let the entire interaction play out without her interference. If this new person sent the thief to the authorties, so be it. At least she'd have something to think about in her other wise montinous life. Astrid was dying with questions. Who was he? What was going on? What did he need the parts for? She was in the perfect position to find all this out, if everything went to plan. She was tempted to use her powers, but, that wouldn't be good. Right? But what if..No, no, it wouldn't be right. She'd wait and see how this played out.

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