SECOND YEAR
| i saw the future in a dream last night. there's nothing in it. |
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY solaire
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Post by CASSANDRA ARGYRIS on Mar 3, 2017 1:03:03 GMT -5
| Got out of bed, could not remember my own name. Condemned to walk the soil amongst all creatures wild and tame. Go where I go, do what I must. Crawl, starving, on my belly, licking up the dry dust. i can't breathe |
series of closed one-offs for character building reasons. When people are shunned, it's not always overt. It's not always obvious. And as a child, Cassandra doesn't know why they live far on the outskirts of town with their entire family under one roof. She doesn't know why that, whenever her mother dresses her in her nicest clothing and drags her across town to see her aunts, she gets strange looks of pity and hesitation. " I'm sure she'll end up a Glameow," says one of her aunts hopefully. " Once her spirit starts manifesting she'll be fine." Her family is different. They live in one big house that only just got electricity in the past century and still doesn't get internet. They have a few cars, but the only one that doesn't look worn-down is her mother's modest sedan. The house is full of many winding corridors and many rooms that are mostly empty and full of dust. Father says that a long time ago, one of them came into money and tried to build up the small house to a big one. They'd lost the plans many times, and several more times the roof collapsed. Her earliest memories are of her roaming the halls alongside her cousin, two years her senior and dark-haired despite the usual predominant genes of the Argyris family. His name is Jacob, a name far different from the names usually carried by her family. Tiresias. Cassandra. Xenoclea. Pythia. Bakis. She doesn't understand. But when he gets older and the wisps of illusion magic start to form around his fingers, she understands. Her father, Tiresias; her grandfather, also Tiresias; her uncle, Bakis; they all carry the same spirit. Jacob doesn't share it. And when she learns this, she feels sorry for him. She doesn't understand why others congratulate him. She doesn't understand why her aunts look at her and hope for the same fate, to take after the Glameow and Purugly spirits so dominant in her mother's side. Her name is Cassandra and it's a name she carries with pride. It was the name of her grandfather's mother, and it will be the name of her daughters and grandaughters. And as a child she sees this vision as only something pure and good, a shining beacon for her future to come. MADE BY ★MEULK |
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SECOND YEAR
| i saw the future in a dream last night. there's nothing in it. |
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY solaire
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Post by CASSANDRA ARGYRIS on Mar 3, 2017 13:36:20 GMT -5
| Got out of bed, could not remember my own name. Condemned to walk the soil amongst all creatures wild and tame. Go where I go, do what I must. Crawl, starving, on my belly, licking up the dry dust. i can't breathe |
death, car accidents Cassandra isn't sure how she knows how to drive, but one day she wakes up and she knows everything: the way to work, the way to start the engine, and her feet are even long enough to reach the pedal. Her job is accounting. She knows all the numbers, even the ones that go into digits higher than two and those usually confuse her. And she wakes up feeling tired and groggy. The morning goes in a haze as she brushes her teeth and hair, then pulls on clothes. She's a big woman now, and she's got all the confidence in the world despite being tired and unhappy about having to go to work. Cassandra looks in the mirror and smiles at her adult face. A quick trip downstairs for coffee and oatmeal, and she's almost ready to go. But standing in the doorway is the real Cassandra, the nine-year-old with knobby knees and wide red eyes, who's trying to make herself big as possible to block the way. " Cassie, I have to go to work." " But I told you, Mom," she insists, " I had a bad dream and you died!" " It was just a nightmare. Now move out of the way." The girl struggles, but Cassandra's current large body is strong and capable. She moves her small self aside, then steps out the door and heads down to the car, hearing the pleas of a young girl behind her. " Go get ready for school," she says, then slams the car door shut. Cassandra pounds against the window as the car starts. She pleads, " You promised!" Suddenly her eyes are in her own body and she's staring out at her mother, wanting to vomit. And then the world blurs as she can sense the sound of metal meeting wood and the sudden rush of cold air rushing in through a window that's been shattered to a million pieces. The snow looks like her-- all white, save for the pools of red between. Cassandra wakes up screaming. ---- Mother enters the room with a mixture of concern, annoyance, and exhaustion. Cassandra throws her arms around her best she can and nestles herself into her mother's chest, squeezing tight. " You can't go to work tomorrow." " Okay," her mother says. But the tone in her voice suggests she's half asleep as she strokes her daughter's hair. " I won't go to work tomorrow." " Do you promise?" " Yeah." ---- Cassandra watches her mother drive away. This time the world is real and she's spent the morning in her own head. Snow falls around her and she's freezing-- she's out in only a robe and bare feet. The cold drives her back inside as she slumps onto a couch. She doesn't bother getting ready for school. There's no way she's going today. And when her father comes downstairs and takes one look at her face, he doesn't bother pushing her. Instead he walks over and sits next to her on the couch. " You tried to stop her?" Cassandra nods. Her father puts his arm around her, exhaling softly. " I always knew this is how it would happen." " My dream was real," she says, too shaken to even cry. " Yes. Yes it was." He squeezes her. " I told her..." " I know. You were named Cassandra for a reason." He stares down at the floor. " We're the bearers of misery and misfortune. It is our family's curse, as much as it is our curse to always try our best to help. But we will always be too late." Cassandra sniffs. " She promised..." " Fate cannot be altered by idle promises, Cassandra. You will learn this in time." He rests his chin on her head and pulls her close to him properly. Only then does she allow herself to cry. MADE BY ★MEULK |
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