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Post by `Terra Aetara ♥ on Aug 24, 2008 0:13:13 GMT -8
ooc; Ok, so, I had an interesting thought process. What if all the Old Powers got together to hang out, outside of temple, in a party of defiance against their parents and played a game of Challenge or Reveal. A game that one can use a Powers mental and physical weaknesses and embarrassments against them!
Challenge or Reveal is just like our modern game of Truth or Dare. But with more entertaining, interesting, consequences. Challenges are set on once person, by the last player, a dare. Or a Power may choose Reveal, in which a question is asked, and an answer must be given honestly.
If a Power fails to answer honestly, or fails to complete a challenge, the Challenger gets to dish out punishment, either by their own powers or by choosing someone else to lay on the consequences for them. The only rule: No killing. No mortal injuries. But the threat of punishment is enough to keep most people from backing out....
The mead is passed around, the night sky darkens in the empty meadowlands. Laughter rings through the clearing, a group of teenagers of great power surrounding the bonfire. And a game is set forth.
"Hey, who wants to play some Challenge or Reveal?" Vita called out over the laughter, and the cries for more drinks.
They'd been there for a while now, and the drinks had kept coming. Even Terra had given in and was now swaying in her seat. But such fun was to be had.
A chorus of agreement could be heard from most, to which Vita cried out, "What was that? I cannot hear you!"
"YES!"
With a smile, Vita spun around the blazing bonfire, her hair whipping about her face before she stopped in front of Lucient, her drink pointing in his direction. Her eyes reflected the firelight, shining with mischief and mirth. She was quite a fair bit drunk at this point.
"Challenge or Reveal?"
There was a moment of silence, but all knew that Light would pick truth over all.
"Reveal," was his answer, to no surprise.
Vita leaned before him, her smile soft and secretive, before she pronounced her question, "There is a haze of unfulfilled wanting in your gaze. What did you wish to possess many years back, but never did?"
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Post by titan on Aug 24, 2008 1:54:44 GMT -8
Lucient looks around the ring of people, an eyebrow raised.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" he says snappishly before nodding in defeat, "I might have..maybe..haddacrushonTerraatonepointbutit'sgone..." he says quickly staring at the ground and grabbing at a jug of liquor. Bastards.
"Ombra, challenge or reveal?" this was also a duh, but he waited patiently for her to answer, still staring at the ground.
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Post by shinigami on Aug 24, 2008 2:16:04 GMT -8
"Well," she says, with the shadow of a smile. It's like a hook on a fishing line cast toward the heart. Could hurt. Could catch. She doesn't cast it, though, the line -- the line her mouth makes. It's for herself. Not for anybody else. She rolls over onto her stomach and pillows her chin on her arms, gazes toward Lucient, all doe-wide eyes and raised eyebrows. "You might have maybe. I can really see that you're a lover of your own philosophy, Lucient." Implication being: for someone so enamoured of the truth, you sure tried to slip that one past on the vaguest terms possible, eh, buddy? Then: "Reveal."
Whoa-oh? Muuust be a trick.
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Post by titan on Aug 24, 2008 2:23:50 GMT -8
Lucient's lips purse and his eyes narrow, "There was a giant explosion. You and 2 other people of the opposite sex survived. Who would you want them to be, and why? And yes, I realize that this isn't a terribly plausible question. Pretend it is." Oh, yes he is snappy at this moment. Bastards.
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Post by shinigami on Aug 24, 2008 3:50:58 GMT -8
Her expression changes, subtle, and she takes her gaze from Lucient. Instead, she stares into the fire. The fire doesn't reflect in her eyes. There are no bright points, just shadows. Because, why, this was a challenge indeed -- how to reply in a way that was the truth, but also a lie; a lie, but also the truth?
"I would want," she says, finally, and as clear-as-water, with just a thread of husk in her voice, maybe yearning; maybe. The thing with Ombra is this: nobody can tell if she really is telling the truth, or not. "Poseidon. And you."
Her gaze slides to Terra, and she smiles, gently. "Because then I wouldn't have to do any work."
(( And she's neutral! She'll tag whoever wants to be tagged next. Heh. Just post your reaction to your name and I'll respond when I can yupyup ))
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Post by lily tomlinson on Aug 24, 2008 3:58:55 GMT -8
((Ok, a vote has been taken between me and Titan, and Terra's up! Lol.))
Terra didn't really understand the implications of Ombra's reveal, but while contemplating over this, it was her name being called that had her stammering.
"Re-re, er, no, I mean," midway through taking the honest way out she realized that would be a poor decision. She might be a bit tipsy, but she wasn't stupid enough to pick Reveal from Ombra. The girl who knew the secrets. Too many embarrassments that she'd have to say outright. It was safer to pick otherwise, even if that would be pretty scary as well. "Challenge."
She lifted her chin up slightly, a determined glint in her eyes. "I pick challenge."
And she was the first one to pick the risk. Now that was a surprise.
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Post by ombra on Aug 26, 2008 19:51:33 GMT -8
There were some implications that were best left untouched. When the Power with hair as red as strawberries, as ripe and ruddy as fruit and blushings, stammers her way into a determined glint, Ombra watches the fire. Quiet. And inscrutable.
Terra knows what her own dark secrets are, after all. Ombra's gaze slides sideways, a sidelong sort of glance, all cool and reflective. A moment. Two. Because Dark, of course, wants something that'll be -- good. Ombra rolls over onto her back, again, and stares up at the sky, instead. Night sky.
"Then this: I challenge you, Terra, to grow a whole bed of those Flowers of Aphrodisia underneath the priests and priestesses quarters with roots so deep and tangled it'll take at least a full day to uproot them all."
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Post by lily tomlinson on Aug 26, 2008 20:03:24 GMT -8
Terra was relieved, more than glad to have Ombra as a friend, rather than enemy. Her challenge could have turned out to be something much, much worse. It was with this thought that she did not complain of her challenge, but took it on wholeheartedly. Sure, the priest and priestess would be furious, but it was better than what could have been challenged.
With a stubborn set to her jaw, she glanced around the group briefly and ran for the trees. The temple was a distance away, but she knew the lands well, knew which trees to dodge around and where best to hide as she grew the requested flowers beneath the windows of the living quarters.
With roots so deep and tangled it'll take at least a full day to uproot them all...
And she did just that, holding her breath so as not to catch a whiff of the enticing scent the flowers were sure to cause. But when the candlelight flickered in the window of the bedroom, and she heard the telltale sign of the flowers beginning there work, she drew in a sharp gasp and ran for it. She'd done her challenge, and now she was feeling just a bit uncomfortable.
Stupid flowers. Never would one think she would feel that way about something of the earth, but they were!
Through the trees and into the meadow, she quickly curled back into her previous seat with pursed lips. She wasn't saying anything about it. She didn't want to talk about it.
Instead she tilted her head a bit in Maelstrom's direction, even more uncomfortable now, "Challenge or reveal?"
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Post by titan on Aug 26, 2008 21:15:44 GMT -8
Maelstrom watched Ombra challenge Terra, holding his breath. His eyes were intensely focus on the two of them. The naming of the flower made him quirk his eyebrow and look at his friend Lucient. The flowers did basically what he did, but on a wider more random and less discriminatory scale. They'd had so much fun with Light's power over the years..He felt the beginnings of a smile pull at the corners of his mouth, but managed to remain neutral.
They didn't wait long for Terra to return from her little mission. When she did, she broke him out of some rather interesting thoughts that had sparked during her absence about how..intriguing..those flowers could be.
"What? Oh, challenge of course." Not to be outdone by his sister, and always the adventurer. Not that he thought Terra would ask him anything he would need to lie about, but after his most recent thoughts, he didn't want to think about what could happen.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Aug 26, 2008 22:01:52 GMT -8
Terra's eyes moved slowly from Maelstrom's face to Lucient's, and then back again, a mischievous grin slowly forming on hers.
"I challenge you to kiss Lucient," she said, stifling a laugh. "And not just a peck. It has to last for a good minute, with everything."
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Post by titan on Aug 26, 2008 22:12:23 GMT -8
Lucient's eyes widened in surprise. That was too inventive, "Hey, now, I'm not gonna agree to this! I mean, god! You're objectifying me!" he said dramatically, making a hurt heart motion.
"Yes, yes. You've had your moment, not let's get this over with. And you just keep your powers to yourself." Maelstrom replied, sighing and leaning slightly over toward Lucient, "Would it be easier if I were someone else?" he asked, letting himself breeze for a very brief moment into an exact duplicate of Terra and back, "But then, this is more entertaining for them, I suppose."
Lucient sighed, but he was cut off, mid sigh as Maelstrom pounced on him, pushing him to the ground, and kissing him like he were...no, he wouldn't think that. Poor Lucient couldn't help kissing back, and they were soon full on making out. Just when he started to wonder if hands were gonna start wondering to more interesting places, Maelstrom got up, brushing himself off casually, and returned to his seat.
"What the hell?" Lucient demanded, also returning to his seat, decidedly less casual, "You suck. You and your damn calculated acting."
In truth, Maelstrom actually had been imagining Terra beneath him. It was the only way to start. He had calmly counted the seconds in his head, imagining her soft body beneath his the whole time. He did not, however, respond to Lucient.
"Ares, Challenge or Reveal?"
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Post by shinigami on Aug 26, 2008 22:36:10 GMT -8
"Challenge." His response is prompt. To the point. Confident. Arrogant. Ares is stretched out on his back as well, his dark head pillowed in the crook of his arm. Firelight gleams on his skin; gleams in the coils of his dark hair; gleams and glances like a spray of blood across his lovely pale-as-ice-reflecting-the-summer-sky eyes. His idealist's eyes. He's smiling, too, and the smile is a little bit silly, a little bit dazed, but it's charming: completely, utterly charming. Just as he is completely, utterly tipsy. "If you think you can come up with one."
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Post by titan on Aug 26, 2008 22:42:48 GMT -8
Maelstrom's eyes narrowed in thought, and his lips curled in an evilly satisfied smile. Yes, this was perfect. Beautiful.
"Take off all of your clothes and walk in the town with two lanterns - so as to properly illuminate you. Make loud noises until the people wake up and then sing - at the top of your lungs so we can hear you - a song about peace, love and the end of wars forever, and how happy you are about that. Sucker." he said, basking in the glow that was his own incredibly imaginative challenge. Take that. ha.
((So, I dunno if you ever thought of this, but I figure War can project his voice to be heard for miles and miles, because that would be useful when giving orders in battle))
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Post by shinigami on Aug 26, 2008 23:48:27 GMT -8
As Maelstrom explained the challenge, Ares gave him a look that smoldered; all fire and shadow, all sharp-as-a-knife -- a compelling look, but the things it'd compell you to do. ...They were furoius things.
"Well, ladies and gents," he says, as he stands, leonine, and strips, a professional, unashamed, unafraid, all chiseled musculature and, hey, look how the firelight -- but maybe this should be censored? Maybe there should be a cut away here?
He's got more than a few scars, does Ares. They haven't been there for very long but they look old, almost older than he is. They'll fade soon until they've faded all away. And then he will do something to get new ones, and then those new scars will soon look like old war-wounds, old war-marks, because that's what happens with Ares and wounds.
He winks at Vita and Death on his way. And he does just what Maelstrom challenged him to do. He gets himself a couple torches. He walks into the village, illuminated by them. Then he throws back his head and calls everybody up and out of their beds, and boy, they can hear him all the way back at the meadow, any who aren't using mirrors or shadows or the fire or some water or a stone to scry and keep an eye on events.
Then he sings a very, very nice song about peace and love. About the end of wars. Forever, warlessness, and how happy, how truly joyous, how WONDERFUL, absolutely purifying, such an existence would be. He brings people to f'ing tears.
And then they start to argue amongst themselves. Look, War wants it. Why don't we have it? It's because of YOU, isn't it. No, it's because of YOU. Hey, we shouldn't fight. It's THEM, over there. Yeah, THEM. If they'd just DIE then maybe we'd finally have that eternal peace. Yeah, for peace! For love! For the end of all wars!
They start to fight. And Ares sighs and lopes back to the circle. There's enough confusion that he can slip away without being noticed. They'd already stared long and hard at him, anyway.
"Satisfied?" he says, to Maelstrom. Then, with a curl of his lip to Poseidon, "You might want to clean that up." A gesture, toward the village. Then, a smile that is as beautiful as it is heartless: "Or maybe just leave it. Let's see! I pick..."
(( And insert name here -- whoever sees this and wants to go next w/ their Old Power. He's neutral, too! Hee. ))
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Post by admin on Aug 27, 2008 0:05:46 GMT -8
Poseidon looks toward the horizon. The village lurking beyond the trees, in the shadows. And he frowns. A sorrowful downturn of his lips, a slight shake of his head and he quells the fighting that was caused.
"You know," he said quietly as he turns his gaze back to the group, "It would be nice if we could actually have peace." But this is a statement more to himself than the others. The constant fighting was not something he abided by. He heaves a sigh, and with resignation states, "Reveal."
He didn't want to be forced into a challenge. Not like the ones that had been dished out so far.
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