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| Topic Started: Jan 3 2015, 05:10 AM (182 Views) | |
| Amara Aquilla | Jan 3 2015, 05:10 AM Post #1 |
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January 1st, 2015 3:15am ________________________________________________________ Well this had certainly been an interesting year, 2014. The beginning of the year the Illuminati began their attack. She had been kidnapped a little over a month after that and had spent six months in a mind-controlled state. She'd been unknowningly assisting the illuminati to retrieve a power-source for their evil plans. She and Manny had caused Roberto to break up with his girlfriend, the latter man's feelings outed for the magma-wielder. She had months of drama spin from that night. And the cumulative dessert to this horrific meal was the battle against Selene and the subsequent destruction of her home. Since Nova Roma no longer existed, except in memory now, Amara had been inactive from the X-men. That was until her recent adventure with Arthur. Her people were now, for the most part, situated and Namor was more than accommodating with helping with what he could. He had been invaluable. So had Roberto, but that was a bag she wasn't ready to open yet. All that mattered on that end was that Roberto wasn't here right now, and Amara was excellent at compartmentalizing that fact. Or at least, good at hiding when she couldn't. That's what she was doing right now. Hiding. People were celebrating and Amara went to the roof. Most of the party people were down on the ground or making their way into bed. It was late enough now that the thrill of the night was fading. The perfect time of night to go unnoticed and sulk while she could. She was dressed in a simple white and blue flowered sundress, no shoes of course. One benefit of her powers was that she didn't need to pay heed to the weather. It wasn't raining, thankfully. Taking a deep breath in she sighed and lifted her head to look up at the stars, wondering about a certain brazilian. Hoping he was alright. Figuring he probably wasn't alone despite the fact that she kind of hoped he was. Berating herself for it, considering she didn't have the right. If she weren't so lost in her head she might have paid more attention to her surroundings. But honestly she probably wouldn't have noticed even if someone gave her a push until she fell off the roof. It was the beginning of the new year, at least for this culture. And that was supposed to represent a blank page. A fresh start. That was what she would try for, though she doubted it would go off with anything but a rocky start. In the end it was her own fault. After everything they did, after all the fighting and strain of Nova Roma, she decided that she wasn't ready. It was one rejection too many for Roberto and now? Well now he wasn't here and in short, that sucked. A lot. |
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| Cannonball | Jan 4 2015, 02:09 AM Post #2 |
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After the ball had dropped and the fireworks exploded and all the old acquaintances been forgotten or whatever that song meant had been done everyone dispersed back to their homes or where they were staying Sam Guthrie stumbled a little drunkenly out into the cold night air. To the rest of the world New York City's Time Square was the place to be but being surrounded by that many people just made the Kentuckian uncomfortable. While he never begrudged anyone a good party or a good reason to have one he didn't get the whole notion of new years after all it was just time passing. Time moving forward was constant, unreasonable and unyielding, good or bad it cared not. So here they stood another year older, another year stronger maybe, but here and for Sam that could be enough. God only knew what the next year would bring and whether or not if anything from the past would prepare them for it. Time he disagreed did not make you wiser. Wisdom didn't come with age only experience and some thing you learned from and some you didn't. His head still buzzing a little from the celebratory drinking he'd been partaking in he thought of his family and got a little melancholy. He missed them, Paige especially, and while Melody was around it wasn't the same. He had no idea what Jay was up to at the moment and though he swore often he didn't care it was a brother's burden to always worry. He was to restless to sleep and when he got like this only a space that seemed endless helped. He was surprised to realize he wasn't alone in his need for the open air when he saw Amara staring off into the distance. "Heya" he called out to his friend, surprised at how underdressed she was for such a cold winter's night before realizing that Amara carried her own special "heat" "Ghost's are only supposed to haunt at halloween." he said to her teasing. "Happy New Year he said to her friendly and hugging her he felt that natural warmth that shielded her from nature's cold. "So what's got you out at an hour like this? You making your resolutions already. I'll tell ya mine f you tell me yours?" |
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| Amara Aquilla | Jan 6 2015, 05:26 AM Post #3 |
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Sam called out and Amara turned her head to look, a pleased smile appearing on her face. She gladly accepted the hug from him and made sure to make a little more space for him on the blanket she sat on so he knew he was welcome to join her. Though she figured he knew that already. While they didn't really separate into teams much, it was no doubt that they were a special group of friends. Rahne, Dani, Sam, Doug, Roberto and herself. "If that were true, Sam, the world would be a much different place." She leaned back on the blanket and looked up at the sky. "You know the Roman culture is a very superstitious one.... But surprisingly not as much with ghosts. A few believe, to be sure, but I suppose it has to do with the idea that those of us not selected for a special revival or glorification all wind up in a giant soul pit." What she was doing was something else entirely. Well, not really. She was relieved that Sam was here, and stumbly or not, it was nice to have someone to talk to that she didn't feel she was inconveniencing. Hell, he'd probably even understand. She leaned over and pulled out a small cloth bag and set it next to her southern friend. "Happy New year, Sam. As an homage to my nonexistant homeland, and the god Janus, for my gift of the New Year I made us all necklaces of a golden coin." It fit the tradition that wished for prosperity in the new year, and was a useful end to what little remained of Nova Roma. The loss of her home wasn't entirely a bad thing. For her here, at her other home, it was just an adjustment. But it also meant that she didn't have to be torn anymore. There wasn't a weight guilting her for living elsewhere. She didn't have to feel the obligation of not fulfilling her duties or tending to a sick father or sick country. She didn't have to worry about leading her country again. She didn't have to worry about choosing between saving an ignorant nation from the advanced fears of a world beyond them, or helping the people fighting those fears. Amara Aquilla was now truly free to do as she pleased. A deep sigh emanated from her as she contented herself to laying in a mild state of misery staring at the night sky. Maybe a resolution was just what she needed. "I've been up here for over an hour trying to figure out what to do with Roberto's. I don't think.... I don't think I could.... and I don't think he would...." "I'm not sure what to resolve for in this new year. What about you?" |
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| Cannonball | Jan 18 2015, 10:26 PM Post #4 |
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He took a seat beside her, legs stretched out, leaning back on his arms. The sky overhead was still cloudy from the smoke of the nigh't fireworks, though if he was being perfectly honest he couldn't entirely be sure if that was the case or it was simply the neighboring metropolis' pollution in the air. He missed the stars, he thought solemnly for a moment. What a strange thing to miss. He knew they were still there of course just hidden beyond the blinding reflective lights of New York and the atmospheric change so much traffic and industry produced. NYC was possibly the biggest and brightest city a country boy like him had ever seen, except when it came to the stars. No, he thought a bit wistfully, there was no better view to look at the heavens and see their lights then from the loft of the barn on his family's farm in Kentucky. The skies were so clear there, so vast and open, it could almost lead you to believe you could reach right up to the heavens and pull one of it's brilliant lights down and hold it. Of course all of that was just a bunch of poetic malarky he knew, all stars really were were just the dying light of burning bits of gas and dust. Funny, how something already gone could still cast such light and make such impressions. Amara handed him a gold coined necklace, a tribute to her old culture and beliefs. It reminded Sam how much of a blending of cultures and experiences Xavier's actually was. Hell, just their own close group of friends alone had enough skin colors, dialects, traditions and stories that they could form their own model U.N. "Well Ah don't know much about any God named Janus, but I've always had an appreciation for shiny things." He said thanking her and slipped the necklace on, it felt odd around his neck as he wasn't a guy big on adornments but he was enough of a gentleman not to insult his friend's generosity and gift, though silently he was glad Roberto wasn't here to see him and give him hell for it or Doug for that matter whom Sam was sure would find a way to make a Mr. T joke somehow. As if picking the name out of his thought Amara mentioned how she had made one to give the absent Roberto as well and though he was no expert on reading between the lines and things unspoken he could hear the pain in her voice try as she did to make light of it. He had done his best to stay out of the complicated affair that had been Berto and Amara, both were his friends, one as close as any brother he had and the other, precious to him in that way those he always wanted to protect could be You could save people from almost any harm in the world Sam knew but you couldn't save them from themselves or the hurt they could inflict on each other intentional or not. He understood that better then most as he had went down a similar if not as convoluted a path with Dani. It was strange those lines between friend and something more. When you lived with someone, fought beside them, shared so many intimacies and important events, it could get complicated fast and love Roberto as much as he did if there was one thing Sam knew about Sunspot was that the sun channeling mutant did not do complicated well. Under his breath he cursed his best friend for leaving her, for leaving them, for doing the very Berto thing of bailing when things got too real or too serious with not much more then a catch you later and pushing the responsibility for all the fallout and damage repair on Sam and yet that was the roles they had taken in their friendship, the archetypes described to them. Roberto, the wild free living take no responsibility playboy and Sam, always the older brother and statesman coming along after to clean up the mess and deal with the responsibilities. Sam had thought this time would be different. Roberto had cared for Amara in away unlike his typical one and done way of being. Maybe that had been the problem? Sometimes it hurts too much Sam thought fingering the gold coin around his neck as an image of Dani, unbidden and unwanted came barreling in. He and Amara had more in common then he had realized he thought as she remarked about her uncertainty of the new year and what to resolve and put the question back to him. "Oh, heck if Ah know." he said and gave a small laugh. "Ya see everybody setting themselves up with the same goals some heading' for the same failures. Ah guess if I gotta give myself one goal..." He pondered if for a moment and then said. "To make better choices, Be more forgiving. Ah said some things to Jay and Dani, that I've come to hate myself a bit for. Not that ah don't think ah was right in saying' what ah said.. just that .... well" He leaned up and pulled his legs to his chest and continued. "Some things feel good in the moment but not so great later on ya know and it's easier to never say it in the first place it seems then to be able to say you're sorry later on. You don't always get a chance to be forgiven, Maybe ya don't always deserve it." He sighed out loud before venturing into territory he knew was dangerous for him to cross, that no man's land between friendship to one and loyalty to another. "For what it's worth it was a dick move on Berto's part, but, and Ah aint saying' he's right, but ya gotta understand it's who he is. How he was brought up. Ah think hurting you is the last thing in the world he wanted and that's why he left. He didn't trust himself, with you. If that makes any sense. Ah know it don't make a heap of difference now, but he really did care about you Amara and ah've known that boy a long time. He thought he was doing the right thing, for you, for all of us." He waited a moment and then said. "Jackass." |
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