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Post by Alti Lokisen on Jan 7, 2013 6:43:18 GMT 1
When she laughed he smiled, something he'd thought he'd forgotten how to do. This was the most beautiful moment he'd ever had in his entire life, he thought, how could some one be so perfect? His smiled turned a bit more mischievous when she mentioned him being strange. "I am strangest of them all, Lady Ayame." He sad to her his low voice a dear reminder of his father's Jotun heritage. He did enjoy the deep booming voice but some times when he'd been on the plane of Jotunheim it had disturbed him to hear the croaking of his own voice in the deep black cold.
"But why would you want to be like them? Fighting, back stabbing, lawless?" Alti looked down at the street his smile fading. "They claim to be free men but their under the constraints of their own freedom, it is a burden to them and they do not carry it well." He would destroy Octavius, that much was certain in his mind, but it was what came next that would make his cousin's defeat so much sweeter, he would rule the cosmos, he'd make them all bend the knee to his prowess and he'd show them the true joy in servitude- to him.
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Post by Ayame Mikatoshi on Jan 8, 2013 21:05:21 GMT 1
"Because...they can choose to live in such a world. A gray world." Ayame shrugged, placing one hand onto the glass, gazing out at all the people below, like ants. "People like us...the strange and the powerful...we have to choose to be black or white. Good or evil. Right or wrong. And we have to fight for those choices, against people who's main crime is choosing the opposite colour."
Ayame truly didn't like fighting. She was a pacifist - unless her personal space was threatened - gentle and kind and innocent, but sometimes she lost her temper and she didn't like that. It brought out something darker in her, something repressed deep down in her soul that she couldn't explain or control. She figured...maybe if she wasn't like this, wasn't gifted with abilities, she wouldn't have such problems.
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Post by Alti Lokisen on Jan 25, 2013 17:26:52 GMT 1
Watching her pale face shift from hopefull to something strangely like sadness he wanted to badly to grab her, that perfect porcelen angel and hold her until all the worlds demons could not touch her, but he must play it cool, he musn't ruin a perfect moment by upsetting such a goddess.
"Is it even possible to live entirely in the grey?" He asked before sipping his warm drink. "It seems almost a dream to me now that all the good in the world or all the bad could come together in harmony." He knew they never could. Both had their sins, one side desperately scrambled to hide their darker nature while the other flaunted it for all the world to see. Alti felt there was no way they could meet in the middle, if so his mother wouldn't have been cast out of Asgard when Thor chose that harlot Diana over her. It made his blood boil even now to think of his poor mother alone in a land that was not her own, and his father taking advantage of that by manipulating her love for the golden haired Thor. He would never manipulate a woman like that- especially not one so radiant as the darling Ayame before him.
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Post by Ayame Mikatoshi on Feb 14, 2013 11:25:48 GMT 1
"I...do not think that the world should be grey..." She confessed, gazing out the window with wide and innocent eyes. "I wish the world could be pastel colours...they all blend so nicely together, blurring into each other. No matter what two shades are put together, they always seem fitting. And content." Her voice lowered in pitch as she spoke, until it came out almost as a whisper.
"It is naive of me...I know. I am often told I am too naive...too innocent. But I am happy this way. I would rather be the way I am than cold and hard like so many others."
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