Sparks Of Memories [Open]

[SARA RENES]

Sara Renes

With a sketch book at hand
I began to wonder….

Seated on a bench at the Park, Sara took out her sketchbook and art material. The day was bright and clear, and from the north end of were she was, there wasn’t a soul in sight. Scanning the area for something to draw, she gazed at a huge tree not far. A huge Oak tree, lush and green, didn’t seem to be hindered by coming of winter. How would it? It was just data, but it seemed so freakishly unnatural… the cyber world had its areas with its own weather. Picking up a pencil, she began to draw the tree and its surroundings. She didn’t know why she still liked art. Recalling her memories, she remembered Art back then was to express her self. But now as a Hollow, it was just “draw what you see”.

Quickly finishing a rough sketch of her tree. She gazed at it for a while. She had nothing to do today, Annulus has been down for sometime now as well and a recent fill of energy kept her in tip-top shape. Closing her eyes, she wanted to remember what Sara Renes used to like back when she was a human. Silent for a while…she remembered when she used to watch fireworks with excitement. Opening her eyes again, she wondered where fireworks would be found here, that too during the day. Definitely not possible to find….how about making a few some then? She thought getting a quick idea.


Take her sketchbook, she began to tear its pages and quickly crumble them up. With about 15 or so crumble paper balls dabbed in turpentine – an inflammable liquid used for oil paints .The Hollow took three balls in her hand and threw them up in the air and clasped her hands. The paper balls were surrounded in small individual dome of fire for a second or so as when the domes disappeared, the balls where brightly lit in fire in a manner she wanted them to. They looked like pretty dancing fireflies until they were burnt out. She took another batch and ignited them the same way. A smile appeared on her lips linking to the days before a Hollow. It was a smile she used when she saw fireworks. It had nothing to do with what she felt, not that she felt anything.

So I finally tore my book
To make Fire and thunder!

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[DRAKE ONYJA]

As he inhaled on his cigarette, he felt no smoke, no addiction, but merely something to do. Exhaling from his nose, he laid his back on what seemed to be the rough bark of a tree, but he knew it was just impulses of energy. He heard the scratching of what seemed to be a pencil, and turning his head, noticed a girl sitting alone at a bench. Using his abilities, he made himself invisible, He walked away from the tree, careful not to make any noise. Moving farther, he sees her throw up balls of papaer, then alighting them with fire.
As he walked bahind her, he narrowly dodged a ball of paper, his outer shirt getting singed. Quickly putting out the fire not to draw attenton to himself. Cursing underneath his breath, he moved quickly behind her, holding his breath to see if she noticed him. Dammit...... He thought, If she noticed me I can be screwed.... But lets just hope this works...... Pulling a dagger from his waist, he began to unsheath it, attempting to find where her chip could be. But if this works... One less threat to worry about for me......

[SARA RENES]

Sara Renes

Why can't they just....
Let me be in Peace?

The patterns and different sparks of fire was a sight to see. It came out just the way she wanted them to. There was a low wind and silence in the environment. The only sounds she could hear was the sudden fire lit paper and its soft drop on the grass after being burnt. It was a pattern which had a rhythm to it. It was calming and peaceful. She wondered for a bit, if this sight was ‘nice’ for a hollow...how would the real Sara Renes feel of it? It was rather uneasy for her to find an answer to that. Ten years ago she laughed, cried, smiled and angered. With these memories, it was difficult to understand what emotions are now. She was now an empty void and nothing more. But then again, it was just a question that kept on confusing her...no tears nor can answers be given of it.

Getting out her trance, she took the third batch and flung it up in the air, and lit them in manner of which they sparked and made patterns like thunder. As they were falling, out of three one was disturbed in the rhythm. It seemingly touched something before the bed of grass. Whatever it touched, it seemed to come from behind her. The hollow wasn’t sure if it was a strong gale of wind or someone there. Whoever it was, they didn’t want their presence to be known – not a good sign. There was no peace even at Grace Park it seemed.

Her back still turned behind what made the distribution, she pulled up her dangling wired arm slowly as a precaution. Her shoulder back which carried her ballistic knife was luckily around her. She needed it if a fight had to begin. She had enough energy, as the mini ignition domes took small amounts of power. Taking another batch casually, she flung it up again, however this time she kept them burning inside the dome. If there is someone behind her - They could do as good projectiles.

For I myself am at rest
And quite at ease

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[DRAKE ONYJA]

[/i] He thought, formally attempting to create a vacuum to draw oxygen away from the fire. Even in a digital reality, things do have necessities, even if they are rather rare.
Toying with his Knife, he thought he had found her ship, an area of slight more protection, or roominess, in it. Her left arm was loose, it seemed, and he thought it a place for her chip. As he sharpened his knife on a small rock, he wondered what species she was. Not Leech..... Obviously not Virus... Claw? No.... Beast Maybe..... But.... What if She's a Hollow? I wouldn't be able to get any energy out of it then....... As he proceed sharpening his knife, he also pulled out his large silver lighter, and placed it upward. Oddly enough, the material of it was like his skin; invisible. However, he knew the flame was anything but. Pulling on it, and with a slight click, a flame seemed to appear in mid air; right in front of her face.
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[miranda]

Grace Park. It was the center of the city; the 'bull's eye', as it were, of Clocktower Boulevard. It was a place of greenery - no doubt someone's (or perhaps a collective's) memory of the locations called 'parks' from the time before the conversion. It was an existence of digital nature and, for many, an ideal of peace in landscape form.

But for Miranda Cashmere it was merely 'Nav Point Omega', the final destination on the general reconnaissance 'errand' that her operator had charged her with upon the pair's arrival at the base of the grand clock tower. The mission itself held little real importance. It was nothing more than general scouting; a way for Miranda to place the overall layout of the regal city, along with any specific locations or persons of interest, into her databanks for future reference. After all, neither she nor Lin had ever come to Clocktower Boulevard. Like most other 'collections', they had avoided the grand city like the plague.

But now, it seemed, her operator and charge had found the infiltrator's courage and, with a mind to 'sit down and digest' some of the more recent information they had recovered, had parked herself on a bench in front of the giant clock tower and sent Miranda off to 'observe and record.' This was, of course, nothing new. Lin had even built a macro into Miranda's programming so that the command could be given with only two or three words. And so it was that the blade-winged, visor-clad Hollow had slowly but surely made her way around the city; her path a set of concentric circles that ultimately drained into the city's heart: Grace Park.

She came in from the South, immediately pausing to allow the red laser eye of her visor to scan the vicinity.

"Navigational Point Omega, Designation: 'Grace Park' achieved. Commencing landscape scan," she announced to no one in particular, her voice as monotonous as the steady left-to-right, right-to-left movement of her visor's eye. "Introductory voice log opened: 'Previous information is confirmed at a general success rate approximating eighty-four percent. Overall area can be described as 'open', with little-to-no cover should a need for such arise.' Pause. ... Initial scan at fifty-two percent of complete. ... Continue. 'One singularity of interest appears on the initial scan. The description of such - a solitary tree, of a deciduous presentation, closer to the northern area of the park.' ... Pause, indefinitely." With that command, Miranda seemed to 'stretch', spreading the eight blades of her 'wings' out and away from her, framing her body in a halo of edged metal. "Initial scan complete. Saving data in file designation CB-dash-GP-dash-twenty-four-C for future reference and comparison. Reconnaissance mode placed on stand-by; exploration mode engaged. One singularity of interest detected. One life form also detected. Two anomalies, of currently indeterminate elemental nature, detected. Current threat level is determined to be ... ... ... yellow-green. Commencing investigation."

And as soon as the final word left her mouth, Miranda's wings dropped back into place, essentially forming a trailing skirt behind her. The clanking of the metal blades was anything but stealthy, but that was not the point - after all, out in the open like this, what use could the sort of stealth that she could employ possibly be? She began her movement towards the park's northern end in the same manner as she had progressed through the rest of her recon mission - in the slow, linear, seemingly hovering method of straight forward propulsion she always used. An observer could truthfully note that she was headed directly for the previously mentioned oak tree, but the wide arc of her visor's laser eye was sure to be focused on the elemental anomalies her initial scan had made note of.

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Notes: If Miranda is interrupting something already planned out, don't worry - she's unlikely to engage unless her attention is somehow directly requested. If it is not, she'll merely play the role of spectator. I also plan to have a 'Lin at the clock tower' open post up sooner than later.

[SARA RENES]

Sara Renes

You may control wind
You may be invisible till this end

She didn't move a muscle as she stood gazing at the paper set ablaze. If anyone was there, she would await until a move was made. Nothing other than the soft wind blowing was heard. The lightened domes of fire made little sound, burning it paper turned to ash. As the pattern of flames danced about, she noticed it hinder and slowly fade of. It was much too early for the balls to burn off now. It was odd. The winds weren’t strong at all. Could this phenomenon be linked to her conciseness telling he someone was behind? As she wondered, a dim but alerting sound of something sharp was being scraped on a rough surface. It came from right behind her that was definite.

So this person was looking for a fight or so? If he/she wanted one, the little hollow wouldn’t mind giving one as her peace was interrupted. She didn’t feel angry nor irritated, just an urge to be left alone. Powering her little domes of fire as they hindered, Sara knew she had to act fast now. Closing her eyes as to think quickly, her hands began to heat up and lightly glow. As of suddenly a flash of fire appeared right in front of her. That was the sign- an unfriendly one of which she took as threat. With a swift directional change of her feet, Sara turned around as her hands on each side of her clasped. It was a command as the engulfed balls of fire rushed towards the bench and surrounding area.

"Show Yourself" she said in a surprisingly calm yet demanding tone. Her voice was just like any fourteen year olds. She saw nothing there, but was sure someone or something was…she didn’t expect invisibility or such, but who knows? Anything is possible in the cyber world.

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[Note :: Sure! Miranda is welcomed to join...this is an open RP. Take it any direction...

But now you’re caught and pinned
For your moves are easy to comprehend

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[DRAKE ONYJA]

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[miranda]

The scenario of anomalies had, as expected, escalated as Miranda made her way to the oak tree. She was not, as of yet, in the business of directly involving herself in the situation, even when it became clear that it was a less than a friendly exchange. A 'skirmish' she would have labeled it, had she had a mind to make an entry in her databanks of the seemingly brewing fight... but that was not the case. She was not interested in the individual herself - not yet, anyway. Instead, once she reached the tree and turned to purposefully 'observe' the girl-she-saw, she focused only on the elements. After all, proximity had allowed her the revelation of 'type' - one of fire with an identified source, one of wind from a source still hidden - and with that knowledge, she set about scanning. The situation held within it the possibility of something... useful.

As she stood and watched (and continued to scan) the second individual made himself known - or, at least, made himself visible. This - the 'uncloaking' - was what drew Miranda's direct attention. The gears of her mind began to work: How could 'wind' equate to 'invisibility'? The process of logic took only a scant few seconds. It could, of course, not and, from that deduction, the male became labeled 'Wind Hollow' in the capture frame of her eye.

Had she still had emotions, she might have uttered a sigh of disappointment. An ability of the 'person type' was no more capable of being copied than that of the abstract thing called a 'soul' that so dominated the previous version of 'reality.' As such, she was left with the two options that had originally presented themselves: wind or fire.

All the while the two individuals interacted, while Miranda stood as the sentinel-beneath-the-tree and watched. Her stance was what it usually was - straight and unmoving - and, once again, her blades rose up to form a halo around her. The threat level had not changed. The two individuals seemed completely focused on one another. There was little more to do than watch and wait... and choose an elemental target to focus on.

Visible. Immediately destructive in its application. She chose ... fire. The red laser continued to move left-to-right, right-to-left, but every so often it paused. It hesitated. It was focused on the production of fire.

[SARA RENES]

Sara Renes

You aren’t very good at Stealth
And dropped your knife as well

The Hollow awaited an answer or anything else to her demand. Her projectiles burned out and dusted of as ash. They scattered over the place, none having any use now. Looking straight ahead she saw an opaque body solidify – a green hair young man, perhaps four-five years older than her. He still had a lighter in his hand. "So, what are you? Hollow? Beast?" the wind hollow asked just before dropping his items – a knife and lighter. Sara gazed down at the items for a while – “Is he surrendering?” she thought as she looked up and answered the questioner. “It wouldn’t matter if you wanted my chip” she said with a blank smile. She didn’t know why, but keeping her identity a secret had no reason. Probably her stubbornness at work – never did she like answering straight.

The Green Haired Boy gave an explanation of her died out flames. It was the most basic of science. Perhaps the wind hollow underestimated her of her age. A wind user….Sara thought. A fight of elements would just tie it up. However her body ignition, weapon and arm weren’t going to be hindered by his wind. “State your business” she said in the same tone swiftly pulling out her knife and keeping it to he side. She could have attacked, however her opponent was defenseless. Someone who tried tricks and stealth behind means no good. However it was her curiosity here. If he didn’t want to attack, what was his motive then?

So now introduce your motive and yourself
For on that, I will attack or speak or tell

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[DRAKE ONYJA]

"Well, my dear Hollow, you should know neither of us can harm the other. See, any wouunds you would inflicct would heal, and the only think we could use is energy. And as we both know, in this situation, that is quite frankly, impossible. Hollows have no emotions." He simply yawned at the prospect of fighting her, wondering how it would all go down if it came to doing so.
"You see girl, I can counter most of what you do with a flick of my wrist, and I can dodge you easiest of all. Not to mention another thing, in close combat, your cannon is useless, correct?? Whereareas, I have my lighter and a knife if it came to close combat. Face it girl, there is no hope of you earnestly winning this fight." As he spoke this, he had reached down, grabiing the two items he spoke of, along with his pack of cigarettes.

[miranda]

”Monitoring status updated: Visible signs indicate an increase in individual-to-individual tension. Both parties have adopted appearances indicative of potential combat. Threat level has been increased to yellow. … Processing.” Miranda paused a moment, her body unmoving and the red laser eye continuing its normal horizontal sweep. ”Reconnaissance parameters altered to reflect current scenario characteristics. Shifting to record mode. Establishing mobile link. … Connecting. … Person-to-person connection location recognized. … Handshaking. … Mobile link successfully established; placed on standby as per user ‘Lin’ recommendations. Reassessing the situation.”

As Miranda once again paused, the scene playing out in front of her continued to evolve. The female in question had made plain her defensive personality, while the male had recovered a pair of items (which Miranda logged as ‘weaponry?’) and showed no indication of altering his own offensive position. Miranda’s visor stopped its strafing and centered on the small space between the two potential combatants.

”Repositioning for assurance of audio quality. Setting record to begin immediately upon completion of reposition via inertia dampening. Calculating distance. … Set. … Engage.”

From what was a completely stand-still position, the blade-winged Hollow’s form suddenly shot forward. It was a straight path – from her position beneath the tree to an open field position approximately forty-five yards away from the two engaged Hollows. The trip itself may very well have seemed instantaneous; as Miranda’s forward ‘dash’ very nearly matched the speed of a Leech in flight. She had moved from distant observer to dedicated camera-(woman? Hollow? … thing) in a split-second.

”File HHCBGPark01 created. Begin recording.”

[SARA RENES]

Sara Renes

Answer my Question!
This logic is of no use

The green haired boy spoke what was not asked for. She asked what he wanted. But all he answered was his logic of a never ending fight between fire and wind. Well, it wouldn’t be a never ending battle, as one of them would eventually expire of much energy usage. He had taken a future fight by just one perspective - their race. Sure, by race neither could tap into the other’s energy, however, if she were to kill and take his chip it would have different ending than the boy predicted. And it seemed he had mistaken her arm for cannon. It wasn’t cannon at all, but rather a dangling….arm. Did she have an advantage at this? Perhaps she did, however she had no will to fight now. If it would be easier for them to talk out of it, she would choose it without another word.

“I repeat” she said staring down onto the grass. “What do you want?” Sara continued lowly. Maybe the hollow had made his statement which she didn’t understand. If not, then was he beating around the bush? Lifting her gaze from the ground to the bench that now stood opposite her – she gave a look at her materials lying there – Paints, brushes, pencil colors, her sketchpad and the bottle of turpentine. Her eyes set on them as her mind tried to make a plan work out of them. She didn’t look back at the boy but he seemed to take something from the ground. His items he had first dropped.

Before my temper begins ignition
Either answer, fight or lets make a truce

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