I Resist the Muses

You really do not know who and what we are, do you?

Very well, as I am in a generous mood -- you may thank the spirit of the season -- I shall tell you. I hear the voices of the Oracles blowing from beyond the veil of the dead. Their whispers are as music in my ears, for they whisper the future to me. The whisper of my Virtue, by right of the vitae of Caine; of the shining city of the Harbingers where I shall rest secure as the rest of the Kindred shall fall ans be swept as dust into the Vale of Gehenna; that I shall take up the shining Virtue of God and live eternally.

Now, it is time for you to prepare your soul to go forward and join the voices of the dead. I have my tithe to begin collecting for the next family supper. What? You did not think that I would let you live?

I am not feeling that generous.

You're alone. You hear your name whispered. Who is it and what do they want to tell you?

I know who it is... It's Jack.

No one else whispers in my ear like that. And what he's saying... We shouldn't, but neither of us can help ourselves. He's telling me what he wants. And I'm thinking on ways to give him just that.

It was worse when Alison was still alive, then I felt the guilt, but now... now there's no one but us. Most of the time, at any rate. There's no one else to turn to and I know Jack uses that, but I can't say no. Whatever it is he whispers in my ear, he can have. I've never been able to say no to him. And he knows that.

It's got to stop, doesn't it?

You're alone. You hear your name whispered. Who is it and what do they want to tell you?

Prompt #44: What will they say about you after you're gone?

Bela Talbot//Supernatural//175 words

Character: Celena Ducayne
Word Count: 680
open for roleplay or comments here

If the world was going to end, what would you do with your last hour?

Character: Celena Ducayne
Word Count: 106
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( 'Beautiful, beautiful. Magnificent desolation.' -- Buzz Aldrin )

How deadly is your character? What could make him kill someone, and how would it happen?

And you will see no judgement, only he, for he has accepted my judgement on behalf of you all.


Ambrogino Giovanni || World of Darkness || 454 words

"Beautiful, beautiful. Magnificent desolation." -- Buzz Aldrin

What's so beautiful about desolation? Or has he been down the docklands recently?

I reckon he's talking about being on the moon which would be totally brilliant. I wonder what it was like to walk on that dirt. I'd be terrified that I'd poke a hole in the suit and die, but blimey, can't you imagine looking up in the sky and seeing the earth?!

I wouldn't even have the words to describe it.

But I can't imagine being somewhere that empty. Like the Sahara and that. There's nothing anywhere. It's not really suited for people. Maybe it's just trying to protect itself from us barging in.

What will they say about you after you're gone?

Muse: Andrea Delaney
Fandom: 28 Days
Word Count: 208

Character: Celena Ducayne
Word Count: 253
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"Beautiful, beautiful. Magnificent desolation." -- Buzz Aldrin


Sorry I missed the last couple of weeks. Work was insane with year end but I'm back on schedule with this now.

How deadly is your character?
A perfect day.

( How deadly is your character? What could make her kill someone, and how would it happen? )

OOC: Or at least a satisfactory night. *grin*
Caveat - discussion of plague and death if you follow the link.

The make-shift tent city was hardly anything like the mouldering huts of Haiti where the Samedi rotted happily in the eternal night, but the smell... Isabel lowered the bundle of fragrant herbs and spices that she was carrying and sniffed the air... the smell here was comparable.

Prompt #53 

What is your definition of a holiday?

We had a day off once on Atlantis. Didn't turn out too good. We lost Dr. Beckett and, well, Dr. Weir wasn't in a hurry after that to decree another one for the whole city. 

Earth is a good holiday destination, I'm told. Trip to another galaxy, visiting a new world - not that I don't do just that around the Pegasus galaxy more than once a week already, but maybe get to see, first-hand, where Sheppard and McKay come from would be... interesting. 

So, not saying I haven't been yet, but never been there for the right reasons, or under the right circumstances. One trip was to save McKay's ass. And another time was to accompany Sheppard to his dad's funeral. Not exactly holiday brochure material. And certainly not the right mood or frame of mind. That said, that one time should have been a simple trip home for John, emotional but simple. But of course it turned in a cat and mouse chase with some replicator, and Sheppard missed most of his father's wake.

It's one of the quirks of this place, I think. When a day starts easy, get nervous. It'll rarely play out that way.

So, I don't know, y'know? Maybe just being able to hang out... chill with a beer, a good movie and some popcorn, without being interrupted by another major crisis or situation threatening Atlantis or my team is holiday enough for me. Yeah, not getting my ass shot at long enough to finish that ale.


Muse: Ronon Dex
Fandom: SGA

Character: Celena Ducayne
Word Count: 492
open for roleplay or comments here

What is your idea of the perfect day?