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Punnishingly Magical: Two


“Have you started the assignment?”

He cracked open the freshly-printed paperback, curling the cover back. Rules and Regulations Regarding Anti-Gravity was by the illustrious Prof Morrison, recently decorated; he had surprised scholars by deciphering centuries-old tomes, writing an incredibly elegant magical program.

Hours passed, the sun creeping into the snug covers of nighttime. The boy, brushing an auburn strand from his damp forehead, leant occasionally to his rectangular device, executing the program presented. When he felt the tug of sleep, the moon was high.

However, the charm seemed to work too well. The anti-gravity book was impossible to put down.

~MayaYume

(I won’t be claiming this one, since it was agreed to alternate authors :>)

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Punnishingly Magical: Intro and One


Yay! Okay, so, I’ve worked out a whole new concept. Each little chapter drabble will contain a pun unless otherwise stated. So, when it’s truly subtle (like the “b”) it’ll be an adventure of sorts to sniff it out.

So, the setting is in the same world as Colours of a Rainbow. There are magical institutions, and not all of them are as underhanded as Erydia’s. This takes place in a city-state named Dylios, and that is all. The setting will be developed as time goes on and more drabbles are written.

 

Let’s go 🙂

 

One: Window

 

Light filtered through the tall window with curtains she never bothered to pull shut. The sunlight had no business streaming into her room! Technically, it didn’t really exist on the physical plane, as it is one of the many tiny dorms charmed into becoming a majestic high ceilinged room.

With a teeny tiny window.

That the sun somehow honed in upon with deadly accuracy.

Deadly for her blissful unconsciousness, that is.

Allise decided, as the probably unnatural rays of purposeful energy seared her eyeballs, condemned her vision and cheered the lilac room…

Floor to ceiling windows are such a pane!

 

Teehee.

 

~MayaYume


RP- Alius Extrarium.


Pay no mind, I’m just posting here so I can find this on my other computer xD

(This RP is being made as aliusxtrarium.proboards.com)

I will be uploading logos for the two organizations soon. Taking a while because I take care of my brainchildren.

There has been a break out.

Not an ordinary break out. A prisoner at FoSNIR (fos-neer) – Facility of Supernatural Investigation and Research, the biggest underground worldwide organisation – has escaped.

My Lost Dream, or Inhabitant 065, was until now a pretty docile person. Now she is on the run, looking for a safe haven to live in peace, free from the awful tests and experiments that she had been forced to endure.

The supernatural beings have given themselves a name, like humans call themselves, well, humans. They are called Alius. Every Alia is different, possessing different abilities, and all of them unique. They can be anything from werewolves and vampires to angels and dragons. Some are even human themselves, but have obtained powers through some kind of event in their lives or from birth; for example, magicians.

No Aliai has ever escaped from FoSNIR. Not in the entire history of the facility, though no humans know about the place to really care. Their security is so tight, that it is a miracle that the prisoners are allowed time alone. Security cameras are everywhere and no inhabitant is allowed to go anywhere without the proper equipment and an escort. It is virtually impossible to break out of those white, sterile rooms. The human leaders of the facility are convinced that they hold every supernatural within the bleach walls of FoSNIR, and have sequestered themselves in secrecy, conducting research.

But they were wrong in that belief. There stands another superpower, AlIS; a company on the cutting edge of medical technology and treatment. Vasiria Northright, the woman who stands at the pinnacle of this organization, created the medicine of the future, with money of past generations.

 

This, of course, was a farce. For in truth, Vasiria is a six century old human, using the wealth she hoarded over the years to help create a sanctuary for the Aliai who are content to live in peace, but something is brewing, and everyone can feel the precarious tremor of discord beneath the wash of silence. The Aliai International Society is a long standing, passive alliance, seemingly focused on protection and secrecy to anyone not within the inner circles of the company. They will track down renegades and capture them, training and preparing them for an uncertain future.


AlIS is unsure of FoSNIR’s intentions, though they are certain it is not simply research. They have tried to scout the facility, but to no avail. The security on the place is too tight and if they tried any harder, they risk exposure, the one thing they want least of all. So, they waited.

 

Then My Lost Dream escaped.

This caused all sorts of uproar within the society. Was she stable? Did she have answers about FoSNIR? Would she expose them? Well, from the way she ran, she left behind a rather noticeable trail of terrified people. She has to be brought under control.

There are three types of character you can be:

•Human scientist
•Alius within AlIS
•Alius with no alliance

No other type of character is allowed. No power-less humans in AlIS and no Alius within FoSNIR. Alius that are free to do as they please, can be living as a human (those that can do this. Characters that are centaurs and species that definitely does not look human and can’t pass as one live elsewhere, away from humans.)

Any questions on AlIS, talk to AmayaYume. Any questions about FoSNIR or anything else, ask LazuliLupin. (If you are unsure about powers, ask.) But, either of us will answer of we are able.

RP storyline ©LazuliLupin and AmayaYume 2012

Rules: Please Read!

•No god-moding

•No controlling others characters

•No more than two powers. If you are a were-creature, shifting into your other form is not a power. Retaining your heightened senses while human is. Being a shifter also is, one animal for each power. (i.e. 2 animals max)

•You cannot be any other character type. Only the three mentioned; Human scientist, Alius within AlIS and Alius with no alliance. No power-less humans in AlIS and no Alius within FoSNIR. (There may be more character types as the story goes on.)

•This is an ADVANCED RP. No one line posts. (Unless engaged in battle and longer is unnecessary)

•Use proper English, not several lines of one word sentences

•Use speech marks, “ ”, for speech.

•Use these, { }, for thoughts sent to others. (This is regarded as a power, which might make it a one way system of communication)

•Use arrows, > <, for private thoughts.

•Use stars, * *, for the rest of your narrative

•Use brackets, ( ), for out of character chat.

•Only one person has escaped from FoSNIR and that is LazuliLupin’s character. All other characters cannot have been imprisoned there, but can have heard of it.

 

•Only one person is leader of AlIS and that is AmayaYume’s character. All others within AlIS are below her, so ask her about your rank in AlIS if you want one. Otherwise, you will simply be a foot soldier type of rank with no importance.

•Note, however, if you wish to take Shizuka or Lucien, have an extensive talk with me. Same goes for if you wish to have characters related to them.


•If you are a scientist, you cannot have any powers, otherwise it defeats the point. If they had powers, they would have imprisoned all scientists who did. They may have skills, however, though related to their particular line of profession (e.g. a neurologist can be very good at telling which part of the brain is activated by what, scientist studying super strength building robotics for themselves. )

•Powers are to be related to each other and the characters past. This makes characters more legitimate. (E.g. lightning power and super speed) Also, think about how the powers are possible. This keeps it slightly realistic.

•Fights and combat are hard to control. Please don’t start blocking attacks all the time and shape-shifting constantly, etc. It makes the fight unrealistic and hard to follow/reply to.

•Powers cannot be too powerful. There must be a weakness somewhere, like hard to control or limits of some kind. Otherwise, characters would be too powerful and that wouldn’t be fair.

Character Sheet:

[Picture(s)] (Please no extremely recognizable characters!)

Name:

Age: [Max 600 human years]

Gender:

Species: [Human or Alius. If Alius, say what you are.]

Alliance: [FoSNIR, AlIS or none]

Powers/Skills: [Max 2. Powers for Aliai, skills for humans]

Info:[biography, personality, history and basically any other information on your character. Good English, please.]

Rules: Please Read!

•No god-moding

•No controlling others characters

•No more than two powers. If you are a were-creature, shifting into your other form is not a power. Retaining your heightened senses while human is. Being a shifter also is, one animal for each power. (i.e. 2 animals max)

•You cannot be any other character type. Only the three mentioned; Human scientist, Alius within AlIS and Alius with no alliance. No power-less humans in AlIS and no Alius within FoSNIR. (There may be more character types as the story goes on.)

•This is an ADVANCED RP. No one line posts. (Unless engaged in battle and longer is unnecessary)

•Use proper English, not several lines of one word sentences

•Use speech marks, “ ”, for speech.

•Use these, { }, for thoughts sent to others. (This is regarded as a power, which might make it a one way system of communication)

•Use arrows, > <, for private thoughts.

•Use stars, * *, for the rest of your narrative

•Use brackets, ( ), for out of character chat.

•Only one person has escaped from FoSNIR and that is LazuliLupin’s character. All other characters cannot have been imprisoned there, but can have heard of it.

 

•Only one person is leader of AlIS and that is AmayaYume’s character. All others within AlIS are below her, so ask her about your rank in AlIS if you want one. Otherwise, you will simply be a foot soldier type of rank with no importance.

•Note, however, if you wish to take Shizuka or Lucien, have an extensive talk with me. Same goes for if you wish to have characters related to them.


•If you are a scientist, you cannot have any powers, otherwise it defeats the point. If they had powers, they would have imprisoned all scientists who did. They may have skills, however, though related to their particular line of profession (e.g. a neurologist can be very good at telling which part of the brain is activated by what, scientist studying super strength building robotics for themselves. )

•Powers are to be related to each other and the characters past. This makes characters more legitimate. (E.g. lightning power and super speed) Also, think about how the powers are possible. This keeps it slightly realistic.

•Fights and combat are hard to control. Please don’t start blocking attacks all the time and shape-shifting constantly, etc. It makes the fight unrealistic and hard to follow/reply to.

•Powers cannot be too powerful. There must be a weakness somewhere, like hard to control or limits of some kind. Otherwise, characters would be too powerful and that wouldn’t be fair.


That Wig was a Lie ;D


Because we all know I would NEVER cut my hair that short unless forced by unhappy circumstance.

Very unhappy circumstance.

Circumstances that will have you go missing if you helped create it.

It’s 2 am, and I’m not running on caffeine. Running on nothing makes thought process difficult. (And mosquitoes are charging at me from all angles. SOMEONE HELP ME. HEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPP)

Right; so I’m here to show you a tiny little thing that i won an admin post for.

We were to continue what she wrote so…

“Sweat broke as (input character’s name. I’ll just use Jane) Jane woke up from her demonic dreams. These dreams, She though, I’ve been having consecutively for 3 nights. She reached out for her glasses on put them on, patting her face with her blanket. Jane dragged herself out of her bed, constantly thinking about the vaguely familiar face that always appeared in her nightmares. She pulled on her uniform for work and decided to skip breakfast as she head off for work…”

And here’s my take 😀

Sweat dripped from her brow as she woke from her demonic dreams, coloured by images of faces she might have once known in a forgotten memory. Three nights, she thought, this dream continues. She rubbed her bleary eyes free of sleep, and squinted at the bright blue numbers that proclaimed proudly that it was far too early for logical beings to be awake. She swathed her heated face in her white comforter, leaving a thin sheen that quickly evaporated, cooling her face from frenzied redness.

For a while, she sat, calming her breath and raging heartbeat. When a loud beeping interrupted the sanctuary of blank thought, she patted at her nightstand for her glasses. Twice, they slipped from her fingers, landing with a dull thud onto her bed. Ridiculous, she grimaced; a dream is merely a dream, a figment of one’s imagination. Nothing more, nothing less.

Then why did her lungs burn with the need for air? Eyes swivel and her blood rush? What was the reason for the tremble of her fingers as disjointed pieces of unconscious thought wrap wiry tendrils about her limbs and squeeze?
Nothing more, nothing less. That is what she told herself.

Methodically, automatically, she pulled on the attire for the special sector of the police force, the secretive league of well trained, ruthless hunters of criminals. Every once in a while, she would chuckle at the newspapers; missing? As if. The face that graced the front page of the grey sheet would be one she knew, the head attached to the body she burned in the incinerator.

A smirk twisted at her lips as she tightened the tie about her neck, perhaps the dead has decided to play a cruel trick on the living, pulling her under and away into a personal hell. After thinking for a moment, she laughed, the AUD police force never gave anything to her, an yet she continues to abide by duty, though it took and took. It had taken her family, friends, existence, now it was leeching on even the sanctity of her mind.

Still absently, she strode into the kitchen, but turned towards the front door when she found that the thought of food sent her stomach into cartwheels. She pulled a nondescript grey trench from the closet and tied the laces of polished shoes. Fifteen minutes of driving brought her deep violet car to the entrance to an underground parking lot, where work awaited four floors further underground.

She was glad for the lazy monotony of sorting through profiles and tracking reports, finding the task deliberately mind numbing.

Brown eyes glazed over after several hours of clicking through pictures and REfile documents, and a long day ended with a trip to a small bar where she hoped to drink her nightmares away.

Sluggishly, she dragged herself back into her house, the trees casting eerie shadows she has been long immune to.

Expecting a headache, she quickly brewed a cup of coffee and silently nursed the porcelain mug until her eyes drooped, and darkness overrode her consciousness.

Twenty-eight faces grinned at her from a sea of red, undulating streaks of soul sucking black streamed about the haze.

Twenty-eight.

Memories flashed though her frazzled mind, and she heard vague registers of agonized laughter.

Twenty eight voices; twenty-eight pictures; twenty-eight files; twenty-eight shots; twenty-eight fires.

Twenty-eight bottles of ash.

The laugher rocketed toward shrieking heights, singing slowly, mockingly.

You remember us, you should, you should! Hell is not a place, but a state of mind!

Deaths, many, many deaths, and yet they all seemed to matter so little, importance tucked away with the bottles of grey dust, labeled only with a name and nine numbers. But there was one visage away from the rest, young, alive, stained not yet with the touch of death. For he, she could not recall even a number. Green eyes, brown hair, tall, slender, and thin lips pulled into a frown.

But her concentration was broken when a now familiar tightness coiled around her lungs, and she drowned slowly within her own mind as wisps turned to mist and mist turned to fog and fog turned to rain and rain turned to ocean. Black cackles bubbled around her, and grasping fingers wound around her ankle. She’s drowned, burned, buried and ripped, bled and choked, withered and pierced.

Once again, her blurry ceiling was a welcomed sight.

Merrily, her computer blinked with illegal joy for its message. With a click of a mouse, she opened up the e-mail, and once heated blood froze in her veins, her fingers hovered awkwardly above the keyboard.

Green eyes, brown hair, tall, slender, and thin lips pulled into a frown.

Twenty-nine.


Month of June: Lazy


9 (Sat) Lazy

Too much free time doesn’t seem good for her mental health.

“You know, I don’t see how you can stand to sleep so much.” Her finger prodded at his cheek, amused by his unresponsiveness.

“I mean, Saturday is a great day, why not go to the beach? Or even the park?” And then she frowned.

“But no, you choose to sleep, probably dreaming of more sleep.” Aurua leaned back, nursing her cup of chai tea.

“But hey, since you enjoy it so much, I’ll give it a try too.”

It doesn’t look like its’ good for her habitual health either.

 

Lol, I liked this one xD

~MayaYume


Month of June: Crystal


8 (Fri) Crystal

This morning brought no rain, but instead, shining jewels of moisture that clung to the trees, indeed, no rain, but the remembrance of a downpour. The sunlight crystallized the droplets, refracting rainbows onto the window, glorious, wonderful contrast of sunrise and foliag-

“Stop waxing poetic and get ready.”

Her eyes widened. “You can read minds?!”

The tall man simply rolled his eyes and walked away, deftly knotting his tie.

~MayaYume


Month of June: Pitter Patter


7(Thurs) Pitter Patter

A glance out the window, and a pair of resigned groans rang through the room. It was ridiculous, it was irrational, it was-

Rain, again.

Aurua took a look at the darkening sky, turned, and promptly flopped back onto the bed.

“I’m sleeping in today.”

“Hn.”

Kassen walked out of the room, and she heard the soft padding of his feet as he descended the stairs. Several minutes of light clanging later, he waltzed back in, still clad in pyjamas, carrying twin mugs of warm milk.

She smiled, and they sat, sipped milk, and then drifted off to sleep, soothed by the pitter patter of the rain.

 

Are they getting shorter? Oh yes, very much so.

There will be very few, if any, after this that will be longer than 300 words, some might even be under a hundred. =w=

Cheeers, MayaYume


Month of June: Blanket


6(Wed) Blanket

Legs in, arms out.

Arms in, legs out.

Half in, half out.

Stomach in, rest out.

All the shuffling around kept both of them awake, one trying to sleep, and the other being kept from it.

“What, pray tell, are you doing?”

“Trying to get comfortable, obviously.”

The other figure shifted again, twisting around so as to nearly hang off the side of the bed.

Knowing that no one could see and call him out on it, Kassen rolled his eyes. Rotating, he faced the other way and proceeded to tune the thick sound of sliding fabric.

Or at least, he tried.

More shuffling ensued, and Kassen finally was fed up by the unending sound.

“I get it! I’ll go and open a window.”

 

~Lol, MayaYume


Month of June: Bubbles


5 (Tues) Bubbles

A green bottle was held firmly in her hand, the half full container sloshing slightly with each step. Sharp tapping came from a nondescript white and black cubicle, a sure indication that its owner was hard at work.

A likely victim, excellent.

No one noticed her creeping form, the hour set too firmly in their “nothing’s-going-to-happen” time of work. She’ll prove them wrong, oh yes, very, very wrong.

Her turquoise eyes peered over the flimsy wall, grinning at how innocent the brown haired man was, typing with impressive speed the codes that were needed to make the newest machine design work.

Hard at work, even better.

Her hair fluttered about her shoulders as she ducked, the ten or so people in the vicinity none the wiser. Cackling on the inside, she uncapped the green bottle, and carefully emptied as much as she could into a plastic firearm. Looking at the weapon, loaded with the slightly viscous liquid, her lips curled into a cattish grin, can she burst from the shelter of the cubicle wall.

“For the LULZ!”

The trigger was pulled.

A stream of bubbles burst forth, and with every pull of the mechanism, another barrage was let loose upon the unsuspecting man’s head. One Teraus Kaugsburg stress level has been eliminated! Mission complete! It was a happy occasion!

“Ow! That hurt!”

Though she thought slightly otherwise when a well-aimed eraser was launched into her skull from behind.

Note to self, pick a target who can’t shoot a deer with a bow 40 meters away next time.

 

~MayaYume


Month of June: Candlelight


Okay, so, here’s the short version of my answer to “WHYTHEHELLISTHELASTCHALLENGEPOSTFORDAYTHREEWHENIT’STHE14THALREADY?”

Er, see, my computer decided that it wanted to go kaput, and apparently, I had no say in that decision.

the computer guy came an fixed it eventually, but my word did not autosave, likely the computer restore process deleted the temp file. Leaving me with only what I have posted to the internet. (BTW, I had 4-10 done before it died. Yes, I was feeling inspired and wrote a bit ahead.) So, I’m slowly working on re-writing it all, and posting two a day. Excuse me if I am unable to meet every deadline in a timely fashion, I have 8 tests this week alone, and it’s all going downhill from there.

These are shorter, but in my opinion, better written than the previous versions.

5 is going to go up soon!

 

4 (Mon) Candlelight

The storm from Sunday night continued to rage on into Monday, making the already despised day even more unloved.

As to be expected, there was a power outage due to the breaking of several lines that carried electricity to the north-western corner of the city, which meant that ASD did not have power, which meant that Kassen Vante was not a happy camper.

People on the street ducked under various hues of umbrellas, but the oddest pair was the couple side by side, one holding a solemn grey one that matched the sky, and the other grasping a cheery purple one, dotted with splashes of white.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.”

“A day of unproductiveness is a day wasted.”

Just as Aurua was about to send back a teasing retort, a stray draft of wind carried the grey umbrella upwards and away from where it was of use.

There was a stunned moment of silence, and then, tinkling laughter weaved its way through the drenched air, carrying about the impact of water.

“Looks like fate didn’t want you to add to the gloom either!”

The white haired man grumbled all the way home, both about the “accursed wind” and how he was going to have to replace the driver’s seat.

Aurua snickered privately the entire trip.

Suppressing her laughter once they reached the front door, she urged Kassen down into the basement to take a bath while taking out the small barbecue out from the cupboard.

Downstairs, the tall man patted himself on the back mentally for his ingenious foresight to have the house built on top of a natural hot spring (disregarding the fact that the reason the neighborhood was so expensive was because of this very feature, of course) and slipped in, pausing only to light the scented pools of oil. Not their intended purpose, to provide light, but they’ll have to do. The air was thick with heat, and his almost waterlogged lungs welcomed it, a pleasant contrast of the chill of rainwater.

He squinted at the ceiling, feeling the awkward way his contacts sat on his eyes, and removed them quickly, leaving them on the ledge, confident that he’ll not forget. Running a hand through his hair, he grimaced, the rain never did do anyone favors before, and he was not an exception.

Along with the grime of city dust, he washed away the irritation at being drowned by the same storm twice within a span of twenty-four hours, and walked out of the steamy room content, and in a navy blue bathrobe.

That contentment was smacked down and smothered the instant he stepped into the hallway.

The creak of the door alerted his wife to his arrival, and she beamed at him, proud of her handiwork of lighting the corridor. His eyebrow twitched once, then twice. He’d never admit it, but there was a certain eerie quality to the way the candles flicked against the walls.

“The lighting, it’s… disconcerting.”

Aurua pouted, one cheek puffed up.

“Oh come on, it’s romantic!”

I think my writing skills finally came crawling back, begging for forgiveness.

~MayaYume