OC Meme - Done now! Woot!
Now what's a girl to do,
When the meme's call to her
And she can't draw
Worth crap?
Select ten OCs. Number them from 1 to 10.
- Kalte Vergess
- Alyssa Edgecombe
- Corinth Trelix
- Cyrano Guidanci
- Centenaria Trelix
- Nephthysia (by extension Absinthe) Revlis
- Abby Atalp
- Cindre of the Cineris
- Uleille Inion-a-riona
- Project XXIV: Cygnet (Cyrexia Morgens)
Cyrano grinned, pleased with himself at having succeeded in a food making feat, other than breakfasts and desserts. The roast steamed on the table, surrounded by boiled vegetables of every shade, and an impressive looking platter of mashed potatoes. Cen was out for the weekend, and it was alone time for his husband and himself.
Well, except for the freak... Cyrano had to assume she was a project gone horribly, horribly wrong. From the description, Corinth had said she was probably an extremely lucky, or unlucky, Aurora type. After all, she wasn't dead, even with her body burnt to a crisp outside, and still ravaging inside. Flames for hair, fire for eyes. And completely insane.
Eventually, they'd find somewhere for her to go. For now, the woman- who called herself Cindre, like a twisted pun- sat chained, bound, and mentally incapacitated in one of their three holding rooms.
Eventually, Corinth got home, and feasting was had.
Nine tries to get five into a strip club.
Oh god, what've I done...
Lei dragged her found friend along the seedier and seedier looking streets. It wasn't often that she tried making friends, but this one was from India, and would be returning there. There was no risk of permanence, and because of her origin, no worry that he identity would be found out. More or less.
Cen, of course, only giggled. Apparently, Lei had led a sheltered life. She'd just discovered recently what a strip club was, and when Cen had tried to assure the dark haired woman that she knew of them, Lei had promptly ignored her and demanded the show her.
"It's like a brothel, only instead of mating with someone, you just dance around them! Amazing, and bizarre." Lei ranted, with her strange accent. LIke someone who hadn't learned to speak english until late in life, and would never get the hang of it. But, Cen couldn't place the original tongue.
While wondering along that very line of thought, Cen missed the part about you dance and found herself being dragged into a dark, unpleasant looking place, a long hallway with doors, and ending in... Good god, was that a stage wing?
"Lei? Lei, what're you doing? Where are you taking me, Uleille?" Cen tried forcing herself away, both by thought and mind, but not for the first time, found her abilities rendered useless on the strange woman. That was why Cen had befriended her, because she was such a potential ally. Not because she wanted to strip her neon-colored 'uniform' in front of dozens of unknown men.
A moment later, the bright stage lights were beating down on the poor blonde, and she could feel herself getting sick, even before the bile rose in her throat.
You need to stay at a friend's house for the night. One, or six?
Ah, damn. Between a rock and two hard places...
"How, in the name of all that is holy, did you get in here?" Kalte screeched, staring at the short brunette lounging at her table. "Who sent you? Get out, or I kill you." When the newcomer didn't move an muscle, Kalte tried to force herself into the woman's mind, only to find there wasn't anything there. Not like Diss and his vacuum like void, but simpyl empty space. Like she didn't exist.
The brunette scribbled something on the table in a dry-erase marker, and suddenly, Kalte was powerless.
"Right. Now, let's not try anything rash, shall we? I, after all, am basically your god. Nifty, idn't it? I write it, and it happens. I designed the facility, I made you out of scrap bits of fluff. A tall blonde, I wanted, here I have it. Now, I'm just visiting... more or less. Mostly less. At any rate, you're going to let me spend the night, and give me dinner n' break-y-fast, yes?" the brunette girl asked, writing on the table as she went.
Kalte was only too happy to nod.
Two and seven are making out. Ten walks in. Reaction?
Her mother would be sooo happy she'd found herself a nice, muggle doctor. Not some crazed Gringotts rep or a cursecatcher or anything utterly bizarre. Maybe she'd even take the poor man home some time. Surely her mother would get over the age difference eventually, it was only...oh... Twelve years or so...
She grinned through the man's lips, hand buried in his oddly long, apparently naturally green hair. He certainly didn't feel that old. He felt like her was her own age, hell maybe even younger.
And Lyss would have been more than happy to stay feeling him for much longer, but sintead, there was a scream. A High pitched, pitiful sounding screech.
Damn. Why did his office have a window into the hall? The door burst open, and a small, black haired girl ran in, her face terrified, and angry as well. The anger appeared directed at her dear doctor.
"Damn you! You said you wouldn't take anymore in! Is this how you do it? Is this how you steal lives?!" Out of nowhere, the girl materialized a gun. No... No, it was from her hand. Her hand had become a gun.
"Now, now, little swan. Don't get hasty." Abby replied calmly. Unafraid. Lyss knew she could easily avoid the blast, but what was wrong with the Doctor? He was completely unafraid.
He lifted a hand slowly, and pointed towards the girl. She fired, but it was a second to late. She crumpled onto the ground, half-dead. The blast went over their heads.
Lyss promptly aparated the hell out of there. Damn. And here I thought I'd finally found someone normal.
Three falls in love with six. Eight is jealous. What happens?
Just so you can appreciate the absurdity, that transaltes to:
Corinth falls in love with the Twins. Cindre is jealous. It's time to kiss good bye to sane, and get my crack on.
His husband and daughter had only been gone for a month, true, but that was all it had taken. After all, hadn't he fallen head over heels for Cyrano in only a matter of days? Things had been different then, but at the core he was the same person.
Besides, he tried to convince himself, this is only until they come home again. Just a way to spend my days without being alone.
That was why there were two of them. Twins, on male one female. They didn't look alike at all, Absinthe with his green eyes and hair, Nephthysia with brown hair and black eyes. But they moved, spoke and acted as one. And as a single unit, they'd quickly over powered any resistance that Corinth had tried to summon.
Of course, there had been one other thing he'd tried, before he'd had the twins flung at him fromwhat seemed like all sides. That poor, depraved woman who Cyrano had found and brought home before dinner a few months back.
But, she had proven to continue being as utterly insane as ever. He'd wasted no more than a hour on Cindre before locking her away again.
Cindre, however, had spent weeks thinking about that measly little hour. Playing it over and over again, as she caught glimpses of Corinth wandering through the house with his two new toys. That could have been me. she thought, enraged. Not because she wanted the right to 'play' with Corinth as the two slut-children did, but because she wanted their freedom. She'd had a chance and elt it slip, like an idiot!
But, at least she would know, for the next time. That was all that kept her from letting her flame go out and damning herself to weeks, or even months, or frozen death-like hell until some spark could reignite her.
Stupid whores. They don't even know what they have...
Four (Cyrano) jumps you in a dark alley. Who comes to the rescuse, two (Lyss), ten(Cyrexia) or seven(Abby)?
Short, sweet, and a bit odd...
Okay. I'm beginning to get a bit freaked out now. What's with the creepy ass dude stalking me? And does he really think he's being subtle about it? No one would actually go around a single block four times unless they were following me.
Freaking freak.
Decision time. Do I continue going straight, and hope I lose him, or is it time to lure him somewhere with less freaking wind and mace his ass?
Mace for the win. Bastard deserves some pain for the impressive creep show.
Ah, and here's the perfect place. Right between probably the most stupidly tall buildings on the damn street. Sheltered from the wind, that's for sure.
Aaaaand, here he comes, right on schedule.
"Hey, um... Can you help me out? I lost my fri-"
"Eat mace, freak!" I screech, checking the can one last time so I don't squirt myself, and aim straight for the eyes. I resist the urge to laugh when it hits him. He looks absurdly scared.
And... no screaming. Tears are oozing down his face by the bucket, and not even a whimper. What the fuck?
"Cyrano? What in the hell are you doing in there?" a voice asks from the end of the ally. "Get out here. Good god, you're hard to find." It's a man's voice, and my stalker apparently recognizes it. His voice is hoarse, but gleeful enough when he replies, stumbling towards the silhouetted man.
"Abby! Thank god! She maced me! Take me home, I can't see!"
One decides to start a cooking show. Fifteen minutes later, what's happening?
She couldn't remember how this mess had gotten started, but Kalte was certain she'd preferred waking up outside the flaming crater of the facility, and having to scorch herself until she was third degree across the board to the sheer humiliation she was facing now.
Admittedly, not many people watched public access in Peru, but a copy of this was streaming live to the village, and she was going to be laughed at for decades, she was certain. This was the last time she'd ever do anything for the children again, that was certain.
Her carefully plastered smile faltered as she pulled the deeply frozen brick of ice cream from it's box, stabbed it with a grilling form, and dropped it carefully into a deep bowl of whipped egg whites.
Children are watching. This is a kid's show. Slaughtering the camera crew would be a bad idea.
She fixed her over excited grin again, and pulled the ice cream from the bowl. "And now, you have to cook the outside, while the ice cream stays frozen. It takes extremely high heat for a really short time to be able to do that. The easiest way is this!" Her voice was painful to her own ears, so damn chipper. She grabbed a barbeque match and struck it against her own palm, letting a small drop of silver light it's head.
The flame took quickly to the merangue, and she was grateful when the requisite fifteen seconds past, leaving the egg whites stiff, crunchy, and lightly singeds at the peaks. "Tada!"
The lighting went black five seconds later, and before anyone could congratulate her on her first public television boardcast, she fleed.
Never again.
Three (Corinth) has to marry eight (Cindre), Four (Cyrano), or Nine (Uleille). I bet you can see where this one is going. Hell, I don't even have to write a new scene for this. COPY PASTA TIMEZ!
Corinth paced, back and forth, sometimes in a line, sometimes in a circle. His world was collapsing. Perhaps the Medussa didn't know it yet, but he did. They would have long. He should be leaving. Now, or tonight, or tomorrow, or yesterday. He should not be pacing, thinking, staying and getting tied up in things that would only make his life harder, and probably shorter.
Going alone would be faster, safer, smarter, and more emotionally stable. He could fend for himself easily. Could he fend for two? For three? No. There was no chance.
And still...
His eyes flicked to the tuft of bright red hair sticking up from beneath the bedsheets.
Goddamnit. ...He would try.
"Enfuir... Vergess. I agree to your propsal. But there are two conditions." Beneath the sheets, hazy minded and half-dead with illness, the owner of the hair grinned, pleased with himself.
Soon enough, he'd be married.
Seven kidnaps two and demands something from five for their release. What? Wtfbbq? What is with the spontaeneous Abby and Lyss super-smushing?
Cen eyed the letter cautiously. Living this long with Kara-ni, Akira and Demon-boy for company had made her exceptionally more careful than she used to be. It was written in a hand she didn't recognize, claiming to be from some man named Absinthe.
As far as she could tell, he'd gotten the wrong address. She didn't know anyone named Edgecombe, though it was a thoughroughly Welsh name. Maybe it was a friend of Lei? But why on earth would a kidnapper send her the ransom note?
And how in the fuck could Cen possibly give 'her blessings on the speedy marriage of her daughter'?
"'Kira-Karaaaa!" she bellowed up the stairs, "You know anyone named Alyssa?"
Everyone gangs up on three. Does he have a chance in hell? Mmm. Yeah.
Oh, everyone wanted to rip him to shreds. He could hear their thoughts openly, except for the Irish girl. Closed book, that one. But, not immune to his special breed of suppressant.
Mentally, they were desperate to have him killed. Phsyically, all they wanted was sleep.
And that, is why I am, in fact, the winner.
Everyone is invited to two and ten's wedding. Except eight. Reaction plz?
"Alyssa Edgecombe and Cyrexia Morgens"
The letter claimed to be from some bizarre two-female couple claiming they were about to participate in some matrimonial event.
Cindre let the letter crisp and torn to ash in her hands. "Why do I keep getting these messages from sstrangers?"
Why is six afraid of seven?
"Abby...isn't that...you?" Nephthysia asked tentatively.
"Yes. Yes it is." Absinthe was completely calm as he stared down his perfect copy.
The other Abby looked at the two incredulously. "I'm going to walk away from this, and you're never going to get back in my life again, freaky copy-kid, understood?"Dr. Atalp asked, side stepping his mirror image.
"How could I not understand my own words?" Absinthe asked plaintively.
The glare that Abby shot onto the twins was chlling, but the next part was what truly frightened them.
Don't screw with me, children. he whispered into their bound minds. I can read you more easily than you can even read eachother. I could have you killed. Now, scurry away, before I rip your soul in two, one for each body.
And the two ran, fled, disapeared. It was not an idle threat. Because in that moment, sharing a mind with one half of themselves... They had seen the raw wound from where his own other half had been torn. And knew he would not hesitate to make Absinthe a true copy of himself.
One is late for two and ten's wedding. Why?
Kalte slipped silently into her pew half way through the ceremony. No one noticed it at first, not until Abby tried to copy the feat and fell. Kalte left him looking publically idiotic, as she turned to watch him. Just like everyone else in the place, brides included.
"Sorry...sorry...carry on..." he stuttered, bitterness tinting his normally uncaring voice. Kalte shook her head slowly when he looked at her.
No. I gave you your sister back, she guided you through this pain for those hours. She guided you through this pain. It is your task now, to deal with the wedding of the one person you've ever loved alone. I can't help you any more. she thought, fully aware that she could hear nothin gof her monologue. If she'd been able to care, her heart would have broken for the mere sight of him.
Five and Nine get roaring drunk, and end up at your house. What happens?
"You shoulda ben ther." Cen slurred hanging offf my doorframe. Lei was lying awkwardly across the only decent chair in the room, keeeping her head centered above the waste basket. She didn't take alcohol too well.
I was glad once again that my roommate could sleep through anything. If it hadn't beeen for that, college would have been impossible eeven without two half-naked drunkards in my room.
"They kept givin' ush these dollehz, and they buyed drinks for us. Didn't evn check 'f we were tweny-one... so cooooooooo." Cen seemed to forget that the word ended with an 'L' as she continued dragging the syllable out.
"I tooooool' ye." Lei muttered half heartedly. "It tol' you i' was 'mazin'. Lika broth'l without the sexin'. Crazy crap, you hum'ns do now. Not ev'n matin', just oglin'."
I dragged out my winter blankets from the drawers under my desk, and arranged them on the limited floor space. "What ever, kids. You sleep here, and you throw up there." I motioned towards Lei's wastebasket, and climbed onto my bunk. Not for the first time, i was damn glad I had the earplugs and blindfold. I drifted off to sleep, fully intent on letting the poor girls be sick and chocke on their own half-digesting dinners, if they were so inclined.
Nine murders Two's best friend. What does Two do to get back at them?
"You spiteful bitch." Lyss screamed, if it could be called that. It was more of an extremely loud,old statement of fact. "How could you do that to her? Did sshe ever hurt one of yours?"
Lei simply stayed curled into a ball and Lyss's feet, ignoring the blows of patent leather to her all to fragile, all to human ribs.
"Well, guess what, stupid whore. Say bye-bye to everything you ever knew." There was the click of a lighter, and Lei smelled her own skin burning into ash.
The tears stopped flowing from both their eyes, the empty black ones and the red-rimmed gold.
Alyssa Edgecombe had lost her friend, and so, Uleille a Riona had lost the life she loved.
One was trapped alone forever, with her only friend gone. The other was trapped alone forever, as a damned human.
Six and One are in mortal danger. Only one can survive. Does six save one or himself?
The twins watched with little remorse as the blonde woman's eyes went dark. Only one soul needed to be taken, not both of them. Only one soul was necessary to seal the break between the fractured, mirrored worlds. And it was more frugal to end only one life for a soul, instead of two.
"Will we bury her?" They asked eachother at once, both knowing as one that the answer was no. They would let her lay and rot, forget she had ever existed.
In this life, she hadn't.
Eight and three go camping. Somehow, they forget food. What happens?
"Now, are you going to catch animals, or are you going to insist on trying to roast me alive, Cindre?" Corinth asked calmly. It had taken months for him to learn to manipulate the flame-woman's body as he could manipulate anyone else's , but eventually the charcoal and fire had bent to his will. He could see the hatred coursing through her mind as she sat unmovable, her limbs suddenly exhausted and pained from over exertion.
"I will do nothing to help you. Your kind are my food, not forest creatures. They are merely toys to be crushed as I see fit. Little lives to practice ending." she spat.
"As you wish." Corinth responded politely, as he went to search out something to eat for dinner. Preferably something intelligent enough for him to sense and manipulate into exhaustion as he had done to Cindre.
Long hours later, she returned with a broken necked deer, and began peeling the skin from the flesh.
To Cindre's complete disgust, her body obeyed his silent orders, and the largest live-flame on her body, where her hair had once been, sprang to life, no longer lukewarm, but bright and burning. She ahd been degraded many times by this man and his husband, but to be his campfire?
Five is in a car crash, and critically injured. What does nine do?
Lei wanted to mourn her friend's injury, but she had learned a long time ago not to mourn the passing of human lives. They were frail and short. So easily stolen. She had stayed with Cen for the first two nights, marveling at the machinery humans had invented since her last visit to a deathbed.
"You'll be alright Cen. You'll go back to India and forget all about me, because that's what humans do. They get better, against all reason, and then they move on and leave me behind." she'd whispered to the blonde, just before leaving the room for the last time.
As she stood in the door, wondering if Cen could even hear her, or if she would live to act on the knowledge, Lei added one more thing. "The war you fear... So close at hand... The weather, the very sea itself, is on your side. You have the promise of a Seal-folk on that. We are not like humans. We do not break our word. Never fear any storm, any wave. You and yours will be unharmed. Remember this. The selkie are your allies."
And then, she fled.
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