Status of application to reinstate Angelique Beaumont to sanctioned play as a pc of the Sydney Mage Chronicle. Approved.

*me squees*

Its been such a terrible day, hearing this was a good peice of news.
Status of application to reinstate Angelique Beaumont to sanctioned play - Pending High.

EDIT: DST Comment "That character is so Beth it hurts my brain"


BWWWHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHA. That is gold.
Family

Alex sits down at the piano, running her fingers over the keys, smiling.

“Family do it tough for each other. They are the ones that pull you out of the trouble that is two nightmarish to stand, the ones that hold you when you fall apart and realise what you became, and the ones that tackle you off mines in the middle of a sweating jungle. Its not about blood, its about trust, and the ties that are so much stronger than this mortal coil.

Nicholai woke me up to what was happening. He said and did some braver things than I have ever seen in all my years, to save me and bring me back to a place of peace. Family are not always about being loving, and strong. Sometimes its just the opposite, the things you will sacrifice to bring them back.”

They are my company, they are my friends, and they are my twin.”



Symbiosis – or being a twin

Alex sits and ponders, playing as she does so.

“Its.. a little like never being alone. Having a soul connection. Its like love, or family, but not, so much deeper than that. When Nicholai was injured and dying, I felt it. As he slipped into that coma, going to Stygia, I felt the change, and as the fight intensified, and I slipped in the mud, it was not the VC any more, but something else, as I fell into the primal wild. One’s awakening triggered the other. Kind of. That’s what being a twin is.”
This did not happen. It was just some fun i had to write. but then i got writers block.

*smile*

An Improbable meeting


The lights went down, and the music began. All around them, the sense of anticipation grows in the crowd, the pace of their hearts quickening in time to the rhythm of the music.

Escher had taken Caterina out for the evening, to this wonderful show – the Cirque du Soleil – Circus of the Sun. Its lips twitched slightly at the irony of the name.

The show began, beautiful bodies moving onto the stage, the lights came up, and the show commenced. Caterina loved it, looking at it with delight at her treat, while the Inquisitrix sat, looking through its hair, and enjoyed the beauty of the spectacle.



Back stage, on the catwalk where she could see everyone, she made the last minute touches to her costume. She had already warmed up, and was moving her limbs around to keep them warm. Finally her cue came, and she took the ropes in her hands, and began to undulate down them, her hands sure, her legs straight, performing a trick she knew like the back of her hand, she had performed it so many times.

Part way down, she sees them, as one leg leaves the rope and grasps the other one, curling around it, taking her across the stage. The young woman sat at the angel’s side, he who was not what he appeared…



He looked up, and his breath was stolen as its eyes went wide. The body coming down the rope was slim, muscular, and the face was beautiful. It felt the heat sweep over it, as it looked up, watched the ripple of muscle as the boy moved down the rope, extended a foot out, wrapped it around a second one, and drew itself into the splits between the two lengths. The creature moved with inordinate grace, flowing like water from one place to another, and then finally to the floor, bending and twisting in amazing configurations and finally coming to a rest, on her chin, facing them, one leg bent over and landing next to her face.

She looks straight at him, and smiles. A very androgynous girl.

This post will be left unlocked.

If anyone is interested in links, advice, then pass them one.

This is her awakening scene, and her Path is not set yet. I want to see what people suggest for this concept. Its only sketchy at present, but thats because I want help working out the detail. This is only a starting point.

=~:~=

Cirque de Soleil


She climbed the rope, her limbs gripping it tightly. One hand, pull, other hand, pull. Keep the center of gravity through her middle. She rose off the padded floor, pulling herself up, and bent one of her legs at an impossible angle to the other rope- her foot wrapping around it. Drawing them together, she bends herself double, and continues till she is high above the circus floor.

From up here, she can see everything. She looks out over the different areas, the seats, the ring. She imagined for a moment she was looking over the whole world, curling around it, as flexible as the snake she played… The rainbow serpent that gave birth to the world…

Just for a moment, she saw…… and began to pull herself between the ropes, leaping from one place to another, the joy like flying. Totally sure of her feet landing, her balance and reactions, she swing from place to place, twisting and folding, movements inconceivable for most people. As she swung, the vertigo swirled around her, and suddenly it was like… she was falling… no, the World was… and everything went dark, as though the lights went down, the curtains drew across her vision, and all was still.

After a time, a faint light appeared and she realised she was surrounded by midnight blue silk – like the night sky. She moved through it, pushing it away, wondering where in the circus she was… She had not then this before. Finally she freed herself, and as she stepped out, she realised she was nowhere she recognised…

But she was somewhere that she knew….

In the training tent, the support crew sprinted to the fallen figure. Gathering around, Ariel Kincaid lay on the ground, unconscious.

That fall should have killed her……

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