Indifference.
We have all felt the feeling, one time or another. Disinterest. Alienation. Apathy. Boredom. Indifference ran through Lavenders veins like fire through dry seasons: unmerciful, and catastrophic.
Lavender sat in the Hog's Head, her back against the far wall from the entrance, in a foreboding, shadowed corner, her form at unease, though melted, enveloped in the black entity of shadow. She wore a simple posture, her legs crossed at the knee, one foot still on the floor, the other, moving slightly to an unknown beat. She made a formidable presence, her entire cloaked in a hooded black cloak, of which hung low enough to completely conceal her features in black shadow.
In a glance, she sent to the barkeep a sharp thought, and quite immediately, a drink was set upon her table. Alone, with drink at hand, and in a quite horrible mood [of which a few had already felt the wrath of], she was silent, her deep green eyes flickering, here and there, people-watching..
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I like it
{(This is an RP, dear. Where you post in view of your character. {as in my earlier post.} It's not a Fic, or anything. But uhm, thanks..lol :-[ )}
(ok)
Lavy walked in from the cold weather and walked stright to a bar stool.
Goblet walked in, feeling better than he usually is. He looked around and saw Lavender and Lavy. Lavender looked unusally scary and angry, with her being usually elegant, Goblet felt it was best to stay away from her. But Goblet walked over to Lavender anyway, and dropped a piece of glass in front of her.(remember Lavender?)
Then Goblet went over and sat next to Lavy.
Lavy turned around and looked at Goblet. "Hey, Goblet. How are you?"
"I am okay. Better than Lavender at least. Do you know why she looks so angry?
[ ((^.^)) lmao... ya, hun ]
With a defined speed, and paranormal grace, Lavender extended her hand, and caught the falling glass, her eyes running over the object. For a moment, there was a dead pause. Then, from out of nowhere, it seemed, light, amused laughter erupted from her lips. The laughter was short, and faded soon enough, but it was there, all the same.
With a flick of her wrist, Lavender threw the glass, tilting her head to the side, just so very slightly, as it met and stuck deeply into the wood, an inch or so from Goblets arm, of the counter, with a loud, dull, 'bthung.' Her pale hands then again met at her lap, and clasped, oh-so-innocently.
"Good God!" Goblet got out of the chair. "Were you trying to kill me or was that a joke?" asked Goblet, not really expecting an answer. Then he felt it was best to move to the corner, then he turned invisible for a more stealthy sense.
"It depends on how you would come to take such things. If I really had wanted to kill you, would you really be talking with me, still? I have better aim than that. Keith," she hissed, her eyes following him, wherever it was he moved, invisible or not.
She raised her pale hands, lowering her hood, and releasing her raven black hair, to flow about her shoulders, to her waist. After tucking a few stray strands here and there behind her ear, she again dropped her hands to her lap, sighing, actually quiet sadly.
"No fun at all," she said, her green eyes locking onto his, emotionless.
Lavy sat where she was and listened to waht peple where thinking.
Goblet dared himself to continue talking to her. "Course I knew that you weren't really trying to kill me. I feel it was...unnecessary for you to throw something near me that can very well cost me my life. May I ask what is with you today?" responded Goblet
And remnants of Lavenders earlier laugh, were gone. Her eyes, locked to Keiths, stared, emotionless, blank, back to indifference. And yet, she seemed to smile, though such a thing did not even come close, to meeting her icy eyes.
"What is with me today?" she asked, not to anyone in particular, her melodious voice, toneless. "What do you mean?"
Typical, for her to answer a question by asking another.
Her head still tilted to the side in curiosity, Lavender stood, watching him from across the bar, in moody silence.
"You don't wake up everyday like this, something happened to you today or recently that made you in this bad mood. I am asking what happened.
"I don't, eh? Maybe I do, huhm? Does that change anything, or is the persistent subject of my personnel business too interesting for your well being?" Lavender hissed, skirting around his questions.
Those who knew her for a long enough time, could point out when she did such, for she only would skirt on not answering a question directly, when she had been hurt. Physical, or mental, sometimes it made no difference. She had been hurt, deep enough, not to answer him by all her available means.
"What is it that makes you so frightened of me, Keith?" she questioned innocently.
max entered hogs head,wearing his hooded cloak that he wore when he had been on a mission,his Ice blue eyes shining through the hood.He went up to the bar and ordered a butter beer.
Goblet was getting slightly agravated at this point "Not frightened, never frightened. I am just aware what damage you can do to a person if you are not happy." responded Goblet.
Lavenders features darkened, her green eyes, finally fading to a blackish grey, unnoticing of the drink, of which she had ordered earlier, freezing. Literally, freezing. Ice through and through, to en extent where ice sickles were licking here and there, off onto the table.
"And what would you," she spat coldly, "know the extent of the damage I can cause?"
Lavenders emotionless eyes, once, flickered over the form of Max, of which she recognized, before returning to meet Keith's.
Max's hooded figure glanced back at lavender,then turned back and waited for the bartender to serve him.
Goblet constantly kept reminding himself that a person wouldn't commit murder in an open pub. "I am not some spy if that is what you are wondering. I know what you can do, I just don't know how you do it, whether it be a hailstorm of magic, just innocent peice of glass...or this guy right over here" said Goblet suspicously.
"You know what I can do, humm?" Lavender mocked, moving toward Goblet. She advanced, until she was merely inches away, staring him down, though he reached a few inches taller than she. "You know what I am, humm?"
She flashed a dark, murderous grin, reaching up and wringing one of her hands in the collar of his shirt, jerking him down, so her lips were close to his ear.
"If you know what it is, that I can do, you would also know, that I've committed murder in an open pub before, and doing such again, would not so much as bother me," she hissed in his ear, her breath, cold as ice.
Lavender laughed, though the sound was quite different from her normal laugh, and shoved him away from her, to the ground a few feet away.
"But, maybe you're imagining things, dear sir. After all, motions are only as simple, as that wee little piece of glass, stuck there, in the bar counter. Check it over a thousand times, find for yourself, I merely threw it. Nothing intended."
Her eyes flashed dangerously, an eyebrow raised, almost challengingly, for his return.
max popped open his drink after waving his hand and took a long drink.He was tired,absolutley exhausted.The Order had sent him on a case to get rid of some death eaters and V0ldemort had shown up.He had barely escaped.He looked at the table again when he heard mention of himself.He watched lavender carefully.He stood up from his seat and watched,waiting.
Goblet got up, deeply angry at Lavender. "Going to kill me, Lavender? If you do plan to kill me, I won't go down so easily. You see, you caught me off-guard when I sat down. But now, I am ready for you. Make no mistake, that is if you make the first move. If you don't intend to kill me, I meant no offense from my previous comments."
"Oh, I see, boy. I see quite well. In fact, I see your thoughts, right now, building, turning so very quickly."
Lavender snarled wickedly.
"You are a fool, and have no idea. I was not raised-" she began, but there, she stopped. She was not raised. Not by any human way of thinking it. She'd been on her own at infant age. Her parents, were dead.
And for a first time in many a years, Lavender faltered. She could shatter the entire building to pieces, but she could not finish such the sentence.
She shook her head violently, the glass drink shattering behind her as she did so. Yet, the pieces froze midair by a flick of her hand, and there they remained, not close to any in the pub.
"One should always be on their guard. Being caught off it, may just cost you a penny or two," she hissed, making up for faltered words. And, with a sudden, jerked force, Lavender flicked her wrists, and Keith was raised off the ground, and thrown, literally, through the wall, and into the room beyond.
Max chose then to walk up to lavender.He stared at her,his eyes slightly intense.
"Was that really nessecary,lavender?"
Payne walked in and saw Goblet was through a wall. She went over to him and held out a hand to help him up."What the crap happened?"
"Not now Payne. I got business to take of with that b****" Goblet walked over the rubble,"Oh so that is how it is going to be. I warned you, you know." Goblet spat out some blood."So you are going to read my mind huh? Well I took occlumency." Goblet cleared his mind except when he talks. "I am not surprised that you weren't raised. Who could stand a room with you for two seconds?" Goblet turned into a tiger and swiped Lavender's face, that now has three bleeding scratches on it. Then Goblet turned to his original form, turned invisible and cleared his mind.
Payne looked at Lavender,"What did you do this time?Threatn someone else? This never gets old."
{{O0o0o, harsh.. Goblet lolz}}
Lavender's gaze flickered from Max, to Payne, then returned to Goblet. She had been on verge of speaking, when Keith slashed her across the side of her face. There, she paused, licking up a droplet of blood that teetered to her lip, closing her eyes to the metallic taste. Then, suddenly her black cloak was on the floor, no longer weighing her down.
On light, black booted feet, she swept across the room, stopping before Keith, jabbing her elbow into his stomach, kneeing him in the groin, and whipping her other leg around, of which made contact with the side of his head and sent him flying into the wall with a sickening crunch.
Lavender then jumped with ease, and danced across tables to where he was, lifting him up with her steady gaze.
"Don't you ever, EVER talk about my heritage again," she whispered, which, was certainly worse than a scream. "One shouldn't talk about things, they don't--" she jumped down, swirling in the air, and her foot digging into his side, sending him out through the front door. Literally. --"understand."
"Okay that's enough." Payne raised up her hand and darkness erupted from it. It traveled to Lavender and knocked her to the ground. She walked over to her and put the sool of her boot on her throat."You are a fool. You hold yourself so high above the rest of us and for what? You could probably kill me sure, I'll give that to you. But atleast I can control the darkness within. You? You're not even human anymore. You're an animal."
(Ehhh...I totally don't mean it Lav.)
Max stared at payne,wondering if she had a death wish. hye helped her up and put a hand on lavenders shoulder,and looked at her."Perhaps you should take a breath..."He was careful the way he worded it,and made sure to stand his ground and be ready for anything.
{{Eh, go for it hun. :) I'm taking no grudges. ;) Lavender's had a bad week in lots of forums.. :P I mean nothing she says, either..}}
"Perhaps sometimes I cannot control my darkness within," Lavender mocked, her hands taking Payne's elbow and jerking downward, throwing her body so it was Lavender who was standing over, and Payne on the ground, "but I am no fool, you chaotic, nagging incrimination of a life form."
Lavender dug her foot under Payne's side, and kicked upward, throwing her into a wall with utter hatred.
"And you," Lavender hissed, now turning to Max. Her eyes, had darkened now, to an even fiercer black- her control over her being, was not complete. She jerked away from his hand, backing away from all of them, jumping, still walking backwards, and balancing upon a table. "You keep away from me!"
Max was,despite the way he held himself,quite weak from the battle and in no shape to fight. He pulled down his hood,Revealing a scarred and bruised face."Don't do this,lavender...."
Payne got up from the ground.She laughed and said,"No offense, but the worst you could do to me is shove onions down my throat and make me listen to country."She stood her ground. Personally, Lavender didn't scare her. She was alot like Payne's mother so she had dealt with her kind before. Lavender was just annoying her.
{{It didn't work out in the American School Program,..thing, so I'll use that basis here..}}
Lavenders features suddenly smirked. No, she did not want to hurt Max, specifically, for he was a close friend, but she was losing her control. And as the smirk widened to a dead, wicked grin, she lost a little bit more.
"Don't do this! Oh, dear!" she hissed, mocking Max now.
Lavender laughed, her tones no longer melodious and soft, but hating, cruel, and just wicked. In a flash, she lurched off the table, which went spinning behind her, and drove at Payne, elbowing her roughly in the jaw, and sending her spinning. When she came round full circle, Lavender kicked out, much as she had with Keith, and sent her spinning over to lay, right next to him. Just for good measure, it seemed.
In the midst of that, Lavenders form itself had changed.
Her once green eyes, now resembled the gates to the deepest depths of Hell. Cold as the stone, her pale, colorless skin now animated, her eyes were opposites of the warm, understanding, merciful greens they once had been. Now, should one take a glimpse into them, they would find a cold being, uncaring to the extent of resentment, merciless and murderous, red as the fires of Death.
Lavender nearly purred, her aura growing, though not in exactly magics, but black, pure power.
Scary thing, no, she wasn't exactly 'aggravated' now. In this new form she had taken up, this was her mellow state. Her form had been changing as she moved; she had completely changed now, in mentality and physical being.
Pale and cold as crystal ice, porcelain, stone, the newborn being of her shied away from the sunlight beaming down from the windows of the pub. Wings, settled in inhuman comfort behind her back, were of coal black, shades of grey, and bluish colors, rippling seductively beneath the gentle wind, toying through the silky entities. In their settled size they were big, but they gave the air of remarkable size, of being spread.
Eyes flickered over the pub, resting on Max, red as the coldest bath of blood beneath thick lashes, of the blacks her raven hair had once been. Her hair, was now of a rich, navy blue, blackish color. Still however, the fine strands were the same of angelic texture.
Her ears were pointed in an Elfish way, and small black, spike-like horns rested about her temples.
Her complete physical being emanated a seductive, demanding demonic beauty. Lavender in normal state, was a beauty of purity already, but this beings very essence was of seeming to know that, and move in a way that threw off the airs in drop-dead climax.
Her mental state was reachable, at her uncaring permittance, but completely, utterly unreadable. It seemed that the demonic being she had become, had risen up with powers over her usual. Her very thoughts seemed to be, as she finished with them, stored beneath lock and key within her, the key lost right after.
Lavender seemed to haunt the new form, in resemblances, here and there, but her being, and the form of her in this new form of being, were two, very, very different measures of her sanity.
Payne spat out blood and smircked as well. She got up and looked at Lavender."Is that the best you got. That's pathetic. Try to kill me, I dare you."
Payne eyes had turned from an icey blue to a dark black.
The Fallen Angel looking through Lavenders eyes tilted her head to the side, her mocking features in pretend of innocence.
"Kill you? Ay, girl, were we not only playing games?" she inquired, mimicking, it seemed, a voice from long ago in Lavender's past. A voice that had tortured Lavenders soul, ragged. Had beaten her, abused her, and once, had killed her. And now, the voice was hers.
"Does thy not wish to play my games, no more? Ay, I did not think it. But I, still want to play games. Let us play a few more of my games before Moi must go."
Lavender laughed softly, and it was in that laugh, that it was clear, to all others, that Lavender wasn't herself.
"Come, dear girl. More games."
She was suddenly next to Payne, her hand snaked into her hair, of which she grabbed, and used to throw Payne across the room, over the bar counter and into a barrel of alcohol.
"Come out and play!"
Again, there Lavender was, snatching up Payne's arm in her hands, wrenching her around, and throwing her into a group of onlookers. Laughing coldly, her wings spread, and Lavender's feat no longer touched the ground, as she hovered a few feet over. There was hesitation, though, before another attack came. And in that hesitation, she dropped, though still landing on her feet with ease.
"No! I want to play!" she hissed, talking to herself, "More games!..."
Max sighed.This was becoming a typical day.He pulled off the rest of his cloak.He watched the new lavender's actions carefully.This new lavender didn't scare him one bit,He had seen the devil,kiara's dark side and much worse in his life time.He could sense that lavender was there somewhere,but he had to get her out of this plain before she did some major damage.He waved his hand and they appeared in a foggy field,alone.
Payne screamed in pain(funny). When she saw that Lavender was down she got up and walked towards her. She grabbed her throat and slammed her onto the ground."You want to play?"She slammed her head against the table.She let go and walked away."Play with someone else. I've no use to play with a fool."
((lol))
Lavender felt the pull of magic before it whisked her into a field of fog. She stood, still as the marble she resembled in color, her hands clasped lightly to form a sort of triangle, her head bowed slightly. She remained still for quite a time, the only movement of the down feathers of her wings, rippling slightly in the chilling breeze, and the soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.
With her, as with any other land of the earth, everything of sound became soft, silent, smooth in silence and obedience to her will. The fog that caressed her pearly skin, crisped to ice, and fell to the ground as white diamonds, smoothly lowering the temperature, degree at a time.
"I don't want that..." she whispered to herself, her legs crossing at the ankle, as she dropped to her knees, the tips of her fingers topping the icy ground, as if for balance.
And suddenly, her entire form relaxed, her hands coming to her lap, her head raising slowly. Her eyes had returned to green. Deep green, and of more shades than the human world can imagine-- Lavender, was finally back in her own head.
Her shoulders slumped slightly, and she sighed.
"No Payne..." she said tiredly, her hallow voice, lost of the tone it had held earlier; a tone of which sent shivers through her form. "No, I do not wish to play anymore."
And with a flick of a thought, Lavender shattered her shields. Every single da*ned one, and a ripple of black energy surged throughout the fog in effect of such. She was open, now, to whomever would want to attack her. Be it Payne, or any other being, for that matter. She was responsible for her actions, after all, sane or not.
What had brought the change, was still inconceivable, but it seemed it didn't even matter to her. She was sick of it all, anyway.
Payne looked back. She saw Lavender's defenses go down. Her evil side said to attack but she did other wise. She walked over to Lavender and sat down in front of her.
Max watched as lavender changed back.He sighed in relief,and,passed out,Right there,out of exaustion.
Payne looked over at Max. She ran over to him and tryed to revive him.
Lavender ignored her own problems, and graced over to where Max lay, sighing, then, to where Keith was. In a whirl of motion, she sweeped them, all three, up by the underarm, and teleported them to the HW. There, she lay Max on a bed to rest, Keith on another, and Payne on yet another, her form gone before they could blink. She would return, of course, for she felt utterly horrible for turning so on the others, but right then, she had to return to the Hog's Head, of which she met with the Barkeep, and began to help clean up. Broken wall by broken wall.
She returned a half hour or so, and perched on the high rafter above them, still in her other form. She did not know of how badly she had hurt any of them, and that was one of the more disrupting feelings, in her middle..
((We should wait for Goblet.))
(yeah,sounds good...I'm exausted.Just wait for me,to...)
{{okey. lolz. I'm heading out now for a swim. Luvs and thanx for posting all!! :-* }}
(enjoy your swim..Bye)
(Where are you guys. I left for 3 hours and now I'm complety lost)
(sorry yall. Had to go to a thing I didn't want to go to)
"Agh," Goblet woke up what seemed to be the hospital wing. Goblet sat up but wish he hadn't. He felt like his ribs were broken and he immediately fell back down. He was trying to remember what happened. He insulted...Lavender's heritage? Goblet looked around to see Payne and Max there. What were he and Lavender fighting about? He tried to think, but his head hurt. Lavender was having a bad day and all hell broke loose. Was that what they were fighting about? Lavender was having a bad day? Goblet thought to himself "This is such major b*******! Lavender was having a bad day, that was a good reason for all the s*** that was happening. (sorry for the swearing yall) Why didn't Lavender kill him though? Questions began going through his head like fireworks.
"Goblet?" Lavy's voice came out off nowhere.
"What the- where is Lavender? asked Goblet directly.
"Um," Lavy didn't know how to tell him ," Well, goblet we don't really know."
(Sorry Lavender I couldn't think of anything elas)
"Man she was pissed. Did you see all that happened? What happened after I was knocked out?" eagerly asked Goblet.
"She really was. How I sat thought the whole thing and not kill her I will never know I don't usally have that much self-control... you should have seen what was going on in her mind... oh yes in short she tried to kill Payne but she finnly got herself under control."
(thanks for making me read the whole thing)
(uh lavy, please read what happened and modify your message)
k
"That is a good way to explain it, dear," came Lavender's voice from directly behind Lavy, quiet, soft, and only just regaining the warmth it had so very dreadfully lost. A marble-pale hand rested on the girls shoulder, squeezing in a friendly manner.
"Indebted, I thank you, for saving me the trouble... Though, I must apologize to you all for my actions of earlier this evening... Fear, I get out of line, sometimes, when--" she paused, her deep, ember red eyes softening, before she averted them away from their gazes. She still remained in the form of a Fallen Angel, and for one of such character to avert her eyes was quite simply, unnatural.
Her hand reached out, and patted Keith's arm, as well as Payne's.
"Of no matter now," she whispered.
"Well,"started Goblet, feeling less angry at Lavender,"now if you don't mind telling me, what has gotten you in that bad mood that one day, but if you say the word I will just shut up and rest, bothering no longer. You know what? Just forget it, I need to rest right away. I don't no what happened right before I was knocked out, but it feels like I will never reproduce again. And I apologize for...insulting your heritage." Goblet said uneasily. Lavender was the only person he knew that could be close to killing everybody on one hour, and be so forgiving of people in the next.
Payne sat up and felt cold blood trickle down her head.She went over to a cabinet and got three potions she drunk one and gave the other two to Goblet and Max."Drink. It will make you feel better."
"It better," said Goblet, chugging the potion rather quickly. "Did anybody die or anything?" asked Goblet.
max was still conked out,not because lavender had done anything to him,but because of The battle he had with the deatheaters and V0ldemort.He Opened his eyes,squinting around.When he saw where he was,his eyes shot open.He shouldn't be here.He found,however,after transporting lavender to that field,and the battle he had,he did not have the strength to move.
"Max you're awake. Payne says to drink that potion that is on your bed." said Goblet, looking up at the ceiling.
Max could barely talk,but he managed to respond.
"yeah...sure..."He drank the potion,a bit reluctantly.
"Don't worry Max. It just heals some of your wounds. Trust me."
"Yes and very quickly I might add. " said Lavy turning from the window to Max and then back to Goblet.
Max laid back,he was still exausted.
"Thanks."
"Um...Lavender can I ask you a questian about somthing that was going on in your head."
Payne sat on a bed and started tossing a fireball in the air.
(maybe we should wait for lavender on this one..)
(ok that sounds good)
(sure ok, meanwhile i am going to practice endings for this rp)
Goblet kills everybody and takes over the world.
Max, Payne, and Lavender do a ho-down.
Max, Payne, and Lavender have a DANCE CONTEST!!!
(Um how do I put it in I nice way.... No)
:'(
(let's not post again till Lavender gets back)
"It's okay, Keith... Just a touchy subject, you know?" she murmured quietly.
Touchy was quite a ridiculous understatement, for her lost family, her heritage, tortured her, by the passing moment. Children's minds have ways of understanding things, and exaggerating others, in severe ways, of such that can carry with the mind for a lifetime afterwards. Lavender blamed herself for a lot of things, she had long ago never understood. However, she was determined, that such things would never surface... though, she had never given any others the chance to get close to the matter, anyway. She blamed herself for many things, and such ones being brought up, rendered her lost to her feelings of such guilt.
She offered a small smile, to all of them, then turned, and focused her red eyes upon Lavy, her silky black wings shifting ever so slightly, to a more comfortable fold.
"Ask away, dear."
Goblet sighed, "If you insist. What got you into that disgruntled mood that day?" said Goblet, hoping that Lavender would completely understand the question he was asking.
Lavy turned to Lavender. She didn't know what had happened to her and Lavy did want to know but with all the others thoughts going coming into her's and the people out side of the room it was getting hard to listen. Lavy decided that she ws going to shut down that part off her brain even though she hadn't done it in about an year and a half.
Ginny came into the hospital wing, carrying a large jar. She set it down when she saw the others.
"Whats going on?" She focased on those laying on beds then glanced at Lavender. Automaticcly, she thought something had mad Lav angry.
Lavender closed her eyes, sighing, ever so softly. She had known, that the question had been coming - she would have been a fool not to expect it. However, she had basically asked for it.
In a softened jerk of her body, her eyes open, her black wings twitching slightly, all the doors and windows about the Hospital Wing snapping shut smartly, rattling in their holds. And, in a sudden shock of energy, the entire room was sealed off from the outdoors; tarred stuck with her will, and the black will of her new able-body.
She folded her arms across her chest, and lent her hip against the waist-high end rail of Keith's bedside, her wings shifting yet again, cramped in their hold, and longing for the outdoors. In fact, so was Lavender. But, when had that ever been any different?
With a slow, deep intake, and outward force of breath, Lavender again closed her eyes, her unreachable thoughts shifting, searching into the blacker depths of her mind. It was not particularly a good idea to unlock and peek inside some of the blacker doors, but as she seemed to continue down the isle of memory, cage doors, things were looking to become stupid.
There were things in every being's past, bad patches of time, which are better left and forgotten. But, Lavender had to search, and release one of her worst, for any of them, her friends, to understand. She was extremely wary of it, that was deeply evident, but nonetheless, she continued to search through doors. No, she had not forgotten such a thing, but her complex mind, photographic-like mind, was like a storage system. Literally, she could see, do something, feel something, and if needed, find the source in her mind and open it, reliving. In the darker depths of her thoughts, there were the worst, of course.
Lavender finally came to the 'door', and a tremble ran through her form, visibly. It seemed as if she had reached out, and her hand had slightly turned the handle of the door, but she was too wary, too frightened, to open it. Her arms tightened about her, and her eyes remained utterly closed, but she was still, almost frightened of the step she was about to take.
There were worse things in her past, than her parents' deaths...
Ginny watched Lavender with quiet impatiance.
~Lav, don't be afraid. We're here, just outside your mind.~
"Except for me" thought Lavy
Ginny now glanced at Lavy and sighed.
~I can still here you Lavy.~
"I know."
(I have absolutely no idea what is happening)
"W-" goblet cut off, now just remembering what Ginny said caused this unusual event. Instead, Goblet asked, "What is currently happening here?" he asked everybody
Ginny glanced at him.
"What happened to you?"
Quote from: goblet_fulla_fire on June 29, 2005, 02:01:21 AM
(I have absolutely no idea what is happening)
"W-" goblet cut off, now just remembering what Ginny said caused this unusual event. Instead, Goblet asked, "What is currently happening here?" he asked everybody
(me and Ginny where talking to each other in our heads. We'er telpahic.)
{{Ya, Gin and Lavy are talking telepathically, and Lavender is about to answer your question...}}
She heard Ginny's words, but she could not answer. She was afraid. She was almost terrified, of what she was about to relive, in detail. But, in defiance of her own will, she threw open the mental door, her features forming a sort of frown, wary look of concentration.
She couldn't tell them all. She refused, actually. Instead, she easily led her thought into all their minds, in a gentle touch, allowing a link. And with that link, she showed them with her thoughts, that briefly fluttered before them, as if they were in that time, feeling{though obviously very minimized as she sent the thoughts}, thinking her thoughts, seeing what it was she'd seen.
She took them all back in time thought, the first image, of her, Lavender at the age rounding nine, or so...
"I was of nine years when it all started," she narrated to the group quietly. "Young, still gentle, still caring, still passionate about living until I was two hundred years old. Yes, I had only lost my parents a few years before, but in taking care of myself, being on my own at such a young age, I usually shunned all pain. Physical or mental. Back then, I was a sunburned, always dirty, lanky limbed little girl, who only wanted life. Yes, I had been a bit murderous, but one, no matter how young, can only be trailed and attacked so many times without retaliation. Though I was young, I knew I could kick those asses who wouldn't leave me alone.
They never did leave me alone."
The images shifted, to show the young Lavender, walking about towns, trading with adults like the skilled little magician she was, fighting craftily, being trailed non-stop. Then, they shifted to a dark evening, of no stars, dimmed street lights, pouring rain, the coldest of temperatures, and the little Lavender running as fast as her legs would carry her, sending spells over her shoulder every now and then, at a black form, gaining steps on her stumbling, tripping little legs ever moment...
"It was the night of the third of January, and I'd just returned a kind shopkeepers pet dog to his shop. Though in the midst of conversation, in whirl of events, we were attacked, by a man, dressed all in black, and wearing it horrible. The shopkeeper and his family were murdered on the spot. I, ran. The man followed me.
I was only young then, and still spooked, and compared to the trailing figure, I was a mere newborn kitten. Of course, he managed to catch up, and he caught me."
The image showed briefly, a large fist rising, and coming down brutally upon the back of her, the little Lavender's, head. She fell, and all was black. The blackness held, as Lavender shifted her thoughts, and the next image, was of her little form, clothes drenched still with rainwater, hanging from the wrists from two thick metal manacles, her bare toes only touching the earth by the very tips. The mental image showed briefly the black hooded man, standing two or so feet behind her, a metal chain in his hands, that looked as if from a bicycle of some sorts.
Lavender, at this time, was making the thoughts short, to the point, and very bitter.
"The man thought I was some other being. I could not convince him otherwise. He wouldn't listen. Nobody listened. He did not care, either way. And, so he beat me."
The images flickered from him lashing out with the chain, to the welts and gashes whipped into her delicate flesh. To him standing before her, dangling a knife between his fingers threateningly. To his fist, connecting. To his savage hiss..
She didn't elaborate the images. There was no need.
Her tone, though icy and bitter, was still calm, and quiet.
"He tortured me for months, almost half a year, mentally about my family, and of course, physically. I think, now, that he must have been insane. But, once, when he'd thrown to the ground from the hold on the manacles, I'd had enough. It was... a dose of hatred, I don't think I can explain. Something welled up within me, and I lurched out at him, despite my bleeding, swollen limbs and broken bones. I wanted his head separated from his body. I wanted him dead.
Even if I didn't feel the pain as I lurched out, I was still a child, he a man, and my body was rattled and weak; starved. He caught me mid-jump, and ran his blade through my lung."
A brief, fading image of her whimpering on the stone floor, at the man's feet. Then, images of blackness.
Again, Lavender's words were getting shorter.
"He killed me. In part, I was glad. I had come to terms with my life meaning nothing. Hell, when you become helpless as a newborn kitten, your mind does stuff like that.
That was when I met my Fallen Angel. She was not so gracious or Godly, for she was fallen, remember, but she was power. She was sincere in her want to help me. She was going to help me through my years, and someday, help me find my vengeance upon the male who had caused me such pain. Together, her and my will, I aroused from death."
An image of her, sprawled on the ground still, awakening, but alone.
"I was alone, so, though slowly, I took myself away from wherever it was, and hid myself in the nearest forest. I slept a lot, I grew up. I continued living on with those I'd known, as if nothing had happened. No one knew. I healed myself best I could. She helped me. I would never be, however, the same as I was before. Though that man wasn't the only who'd inflicted torture upon me, he was the first, and the deepest wounds still ached. They never faded. I'd never understood. I'd never before been unkind to any other, except those who tried to hurt me."
The black image shifted to the earlier day, of the near present. Her, Lavender walking about the forests.
"He found me again. I don't know how, I don't know why."
The image showed a brutal fight, between two beings of the deepest of hatred. Then, of Lavender, on her knees, and again, alone.
"I tore him quite near to death. But, he disappeared before I could tear him to pieces. I'd wanted to for so long, and I couldn't. I'd lost my chance. So, I went to the Hogshead, to drink off such. But, like I'd promised myself so many years ago not to do, I took some of my anger out on my friends, who'd done me no harm, and never meant to hurt me, as I once had been, so deeply..."
Lavender stood before them, withdrawing her thought from their minds. She stared at the floor, unable to do much more, her expression holding back the overwhelming feelings within her. Though such description was short, it was enough, to account for her feelings. Feelings of which, she still tried to shy away...
Goblet was shocked, shocked to see such images, how cruel a person can be to do that to just a little girl. He immediatley felt hate towards the man, and hate towards himself for insulting Lavender. Goblet just layed back on his pillow, speechless.
Lavy stood up and walked to Lavender. She reached out and huged Lavender "I'm sorry," she wipered to her.
(guess we are going to wait for Lavender)
(again! lolz ok)
Ginny wasn't shocked. She knew such things happened every day. What she was upset about was that Lavender had never told her. And, as a rule, Ginny didn't dive into her friends minds. She stood there and watched.
~Lavender, that was long ago. It's over now, and you don't have to protect yourself like that. Beleive me, if you did, there would be far more killings around."
"Ginny's right."
In Lavender's first instinct, she tensed, with a sharp intake of breath at the sudden arms, of which wrapped around her. She wanted to break away; to run and find herself a warm cave, curl up and fall to a deep slumber, and forget about everything.
But why? What was it that fluttered about the girl? Was it pity? Or, was it something else? ...
Out of instinct, she backed away. She backed out of the girls arms, and backed away from all of them.
She would have leaned her forehead into the shoulder of the girl, though she had not known her long, who genuinely, actually, cared, and she would have wept, silent sobs of pain, of hurt, of no understanding. She would have reflected a child again, weeping into the night, pained, confused, and with no mother or dear friend, to help her dry her tears. And reflect confusion of being suddenly with friends, which would wrap their arms around her, and care for her. Her voice would have been pained, hurt, and, yet, hopeful.
But no, she backed away from them. She had known she should have not said a word. Now, she had confused herself..
"You are right Ginny," she said tonelessly, quietly. "Such things do happen every day. But, such things, one doesn't just tell another... Those thoughts were locked away from me. In that, they were locked away from everybody else."
Her midnight black wings twitched nervously. No, she was afraid not, but bringing up such thoughts left a cold effect, of which seeped into her bones, gratingly.
Ginny stepped forward slowly.
"Of course. But you know, nothing will happen here. Not with all of us around." She said this softly. Her face showed she was worried about Lavender.
Lavy felt what Lavender felt and she sat down giving her the space that she needed right now.
Her ember red eyes widened slightly, as Ginny took a step foreward, and she retreated yet another step, mirroring a deer in the headlights.
"You don't know that..." she whispered. Though, her tones were not their regular - they were reflections of the child within her, that had been brutally murdered, so many long, long years, ago. If she was ever to accept that, her child self, would need to, just as deeply..
Ginny smiled, trying to calm her.
"It's okay Lav. I do know. You forget, I can see the future."
Lavy looked at goblet who was steel just laying there. "Are you going to be ok." *no answer*
Payne sat down out of shock. She put a hand to her head as visions of her own past flew in and out of her head. When they stopped she looked at Lavender"I'm sorry..." She got up and left.
Goblet felt like he wanted to leave too, but he couldn't move very well from his injuries, he just layed down and and started to rest.
"I'll be right back." Lavy siad to him and walked out of the room.
"k" replied Goblet feeblily.
Lavy came back in with a bottle. "Here, drink this it will help you heal faster." Lavy said handing him the bottle,
"Thanks." Goblet chugged the bottle fast. "WHen do you think I will be able to walk?"
"An hour or so."
"Ok." Goblet stared at the cieling, letting his thoughts take hime to another world.
they all just sat and stood there saying nothing.
In mid-step from baacking away from Ginny again, Lavender hesitated, then full out froze, her head bowed, her wings slumpeed just a little bit more that dignity would allow. She was torn again, between her feelings. She didn't know how to react, how to express, how to answer. She wanted to crawl into a corner, and weep. And she wanted to run away again, for ever letting others know, such things.
But, what to do..
max lye in the bed,passed out again.He spoke to lavender telepathicaly
~"Lav,I knew what happened to you.what he did to you was terrible.telling everyone was what you needed.Running away won't solve your problem..."~
Lavy looked up into Lavenders eyes.
~Max is right Lavender. Listen to him, he can make sense sometimes.~
Goblet started coughing,"Man, what did you put in that potion? Acid?"
"No, liver. Try walking when you start coughing it's almost finished working.
"Ok." Goblet gets up and walks out,"Thanks, Lavy."
"Your welcome."