~Michael~
... And there was something about 'You will admire me?' No. Honor. You will honor me...I tried to stop him. To push him back from the edge, but I couldn't 'get' him. ... It was so fast...It was such a strange sensation. It was almost as if something had prevented me from holding him back. And then, afterwards, I couldn't even go to him to see if he was alive...
Max says as I close the door behind Tess and Kyle. "It's not your fault Maxwell, there was nothing any of us could do to stop it" I say, "Some one or some thing wanted to get our attention and they used that innocent kid to do it" I say, leaning against my apartment door, with my arms crossed against my chest "4 ordinary and 4 extraordinary, you will honor me?" I say, thinking on these words "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I say looking at everyone "It sounds like a god damn riddle" I add.
The Age of Ulyssa (AU/UC/ADULT) Thread #1
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OOC - The last part of my post was Max's thoughts. It wasn't actually part of his dialogue, but I guess it's okay to pretend it was....
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*Max* (temping)
I frown and bite my lip as Michael voices the biggest worry that I've had since this started. "Some one or some thing wanted to get our attention and they used that innocent kid to do it" He doesn't even offer it as a possibility but states it as if he's completely sure. I definately don't like this.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? It sounds like a god damn riddle," Michael says, nearly shouting.
"I don't know," I tell him. "Maybe it means nothing. Maybe we're reading too much into this..."
*Isabel* (temping)
I squeeze Alex's hand, bracing myself as Max and Michael start talking about what happened. God, why do my brothers always have to disagree about everything? This is far too important for the whole 'cautious vs. headstrong' drama.
"A boy died!" I say, barely keeping my voice below a shout. "Jason just died!. How could somebody make him jump? Who would do that? Do you think our parents are in danger?"
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*Max* (temping)
I frown and bite my lip as Michael voices the biggest worry that I've had since this started. "Some one or some thing wanted to get our attention and they used that innocent kid to do it" He doesn't even offer it as a possibility but states it as if he's completely sure. I definately don't like this.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? It sounds like a god damn riddle," Michael says, nearly shouting.
"I don't know," I tell him. "Maybe it means nothing. Maybe we're reading too much into this..."
*Isabel* (temping)
I squeeze Alex's hand, bracing myself as Max and Michael start talking about what happened. God, why do my brothers always have to disagree about everything? This is far too important for the whole 'cautious vs. headstrong' drama.
"A boy died!" I say, barely keeping my voice below a shout. "Jason just died!. How could somebody make him jump? Who would do that? Do you think our parents are in danger?"
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ooc: Sorry isabelle, I'm having a bad posting day.
P.S. I borrow Maria, hope its ok.
~Michael~
I don't know, Maybe it means nothing. Maybe we're reading too much into this..." Max says, I dont buy it.
Jason just died!. How could somebody make him jump? Who would do that? Do you think our parents are in danger? Isabel shouts, catching me off guard. I take a deep breath and look down at the floor, when I notice an envelope stuck under my apartment door.
I bend down to pick it up and notice its made of a strange kind of material, almost parchment like. I look around at the group, who eye the envelope and me wearily.
“What is it Michael?” Maria asks, I just shake me head. I open the envelope and remove a piece of paper from inside and ready it silently. My shock at the words I’ve just read is hard to disguise “Michael? What is it, what’s it say” Maria says, concern in her voice
Clearing my throat I read the words printed on it in bold red ink;
The Age of Ulyssa, has begun, you see
Four ordinary, four extraordinary, you will honor me
All my needs, will be known, to you soon
Tomorrow, indeed, by the hour of noon
Fear not, my demands, they will not seem dire
But be warned, I've oft times been, know as a liar
If you cherish your life, and life, as it ought be
Relent, obey my commands, and honor me.
P.S. I borrow Maria, hope its ok.
~Michael~
I don't know, Maybe it means nothing. Maybe we're reading too much into this..." Max says, I dont buy it.
Jason just died!. How could somebody make him jump? Who would do that? Do you think our parents are in danger? Isabel shouts, catching me off guard. I take a deep breath and look down at the floor, when I notice an envelope stuck under my apartment door.
I bend down to pick it up and notice its made of a strange kind of material, almost parchment like. I look around at the group, who eye the envelope and me wearily.
“What is it Michael?” Maria asks, I just shake me head. I open the envelope and remove a piece of paper from inside and ready it silently. My shock at the words I’ve just read is hard to disguise “Michael? What is it, what’s it say” Maria says, concern in her voice
Clearing my throat I read the words printed on it in bold red ink;
The Age of Ulyssa, has begun, you see
Four ordinary, four extraordinary, you will honor me
All my needs, will be known, to you soon
Tomorrow, indeed, by the hour of noon
Fear not, my demands, they will not seem dire
But be warned, I've oft times been, know as a liar
If you cherish your life, and life, as it ought be
Relent, obey my commands, and honor me.
~*TESS*~
After Michael finishes reading the message slipped under the door beside me Kyle let's out a long whistle.
We are all silent a moment, looking at each other and then one by one we all look at Max, our acknowledged leader, looking for guidance, hoping he has more of a clue what this means.
In a small voice I half laugh 'I guess at least now we know it has to do with us' I turn to Kyle and there is no guessing this time as he reaches out an arm and tucks me into his side.
After Michael finishes reading the message slipped under the door beside me Kyle let's out a long whistle.
We are all silent a moment, looking at each other and then one by one we all look at Max, our acknowledged leader, looking for guidance, hoping he has more of a clue what this means.
In a small voice I half laugh 'I guess at least now we know it has to do with us' I turn to Kyle and there is no guessing this time as he reaches out an arm and tucks me into his side.
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The problem with changing the world is that it makes any life beyond that impossible...
*Max*
I frown, feeling my stomach fall as Tess states the obvious. This was about us. That boy died because of us and there was nothing we could do to stop it. I bite my lip and shake my head in denial, but it doesn't change anything.
I know that theoretically, there are people risking their lives and dying for us on Antar right now, and they have been for over fifty years. Maybe hundreds of thousands of people. But somehow, this boy who I barely knew, dying right in front of us seems so much more powerful. Maybe because it's right here and now, not light-years and lifetimes ago on a distant world.
"You're right," I say after just a moment. "But it doesn't say what this Ulyssa wants..."
The note says her demands won't be dire, but that doesn't mean they'll be reasonable or even possible. I won't hurt anyone or betray my friends and family. If it were simple and reasonable, she would have come to us and asked. Not that it would be easy, but someone who starts by using murder obviously isn't going to be harmless.
*Isabel*
"She's threatening our lives," I say, grabbing the note from Michael's hand. It takes just a moment to see the part I remember. "... If you cherish your life... Max, what are we going to do?"
Max just shakes his head. "I don't know yet. I guess it depends on what she wants. Maybe there's some way to stop her."
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I frown, feeling my stomach fall as Tess states the obvious. This was about us. That boy died because of us and there was nothing we could do to stop it. I bite my lip and shake my head in denial, but it doesn't change anything.
I know that theoretically, there are people risking their lives and dying for us on Antar right now, and they have been for over fifty years. Maybe hundreds of thousands of people. But somehow, this boy who I barely knew, dying right in front of us seems so much more powerful. Maybe because it's right here and now, not light-years and lifetimes ago on a distant world.
"You're right," I say after just a moment. "But it doesn't say what this Ulyssa wants..."
The note says her demands won't be dire, but that doesn't mean they'll be reasonable or even possible. I won't hurt anyone or betray my friends and family. If it were simple and reasonable, she would have come to us and asked. Not that it would be easy, but someone who starts by using murder obviously isn't going to be harmless.
*Isabel*
"She's threatening our lives," I say, grabbing the note from Michael's hand. It takes just a moment to see the part I remember. "... If you cherish your life... Max, what are we going to do?"
Max just shakes his head. "I don't know yet. I guess it depends on what she wants. Maybe there's some way to stop her."
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~Michael~
As Isabel grabs the letter from me, I hurry to the door, wrench it open and run outside. I look around in every direction for whomever slipped the letter under my door, but not a soul is in site. Its like whoever did it just vanished.
"What do you want from us?" I scream, in the middle of the empty street "Show yourself you bastard?" but as expected I receive no response. I kick a near by garbage can, the sound of the tine pail hitting the concrete, echo's down the street.
Now that the cold hard truth was staring me in the face, it was just too much. Somehow, in someway, we were responsible for that kids death. His parents, were probably even now, being told it was suicide, but we knew the truth, we knew it was murder.
We also knew one other thing, a truth that left a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach... this was only the beginning.
As Isabel grabs the letter from me, I hurry to the door, wrench it open and run outside. I look around in every direction for whomever slipped the letter under my door, but not a soul is in site. Its like whoever did it just vanished.
"What do you want from us?" I scream, in the middle of the empty street "Show yourself you bastard?" but as expected I receive no response. I kick a near by garbage can, the sound of the tine pail hitting the concrete, echo's down the street.
Now that the cold hard truth was staring me in the face, it was just too much. Somehow, in someway, we were responsible for that kids death. His parents, were probably even now, being told it was suicide, but we knew the truth, we knew it was murder.
We also knew one other thing, a truth that left a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach... this was only the beginning.
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*Alex*
I just sit back letting the new found information sink in. What do you do when your worst fears have suddenly become confirmed? I hold my head in my hands. Why did this have to happen to Jason? He had a family, friends, and a future. Now he has nothing. He was but a pawn in some sick twisted game to get our attention. What does this thing want? Whatever it is it can have it. I am not about to lose anyone else. I meet Isabel's eyes. I know her guilt easily rivials my own.
"We are going to get through this...together." I promise.
I just sit back letting the new found information sink in. What do you do when your worst fears have suddenly become confirmed? I hold my head in my hands. Why did this have to happen to Jason? He had a family, friends, and a future. Now he has nothing. He was but a pawn in some sick twisted game to get our attention. What does this thing want? Whatever it is it can have it. I am not about to lose anyone else. I meet Isabel's eyes. I know her guilt easily rivials my own.
"We are going to get through this...together." I promise.
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*Max*
I rush to the door behind Michael as he starts shouting for whoever left this strange poetic note. I'm disappointed, but not too surprised when there's nobody there.
"Damn," I say, echoing Michael's curse. It didn't seem that he or Isabel got any flashes from handling the paper. That would be so helpful. I haven't the faintest idea how to figure out what's going on. I don't want Michael attracting more attention by running out shouting for someone that we're not going to find. On the other hand, I don't want to lose a chance to pick up any clues in case there actually are some....
I rush to the door behind Michael as he starts shouting for whoever left this strange poetic note. I'm disappointed, but not too surprised when there's nobody there.
"Damn," I say, echoing Michael's curse. It didn't seem that he or Isabel got any flashes from handling the paper. That would be so helpful. I haven't the faintest idea how to figure out what's going on. I don't want Michael attracting more attention by running out shouting for someone that we're not going to find. On the other hand, I don't want to lose a chance to pick up any clues in case there actually are some....
*Isabel*
"Take a look around, see if you can find anything," Max suggests to Michael. "Quietly." Then, turning to me, he asks. "Can I see that note?"
"Sure," I say in a small voice. Alex's reassurances are like manna from heaven, but I'm still scared. I hand over the note, but Max doesn't even look at it. In fact, his eyes are half-closed as he puts his hand on the page.
A second later, he sighs, opening his eyes. "Nothing." He murmers. Then he opens the note and scans the words again. "Ulyssa sounds like a girl," he says.
"Maybe," I agree. "But that doesn't mean it's the name of the person who left this. It could mean something-else entirely..."
"Take a look around, see if you can find anything," Max suggests to Michael. "Quietly." Then, turning to me, he asks. "Can I see that note?"
"Sure," I say in a small voice. Alex's reassurances are like manna from heaven, but I'm still scared. I hand over the note, but Max doesn't even look at it. In fact, his eyes are half-closed as he puts his hand on the page.
A second later, he sighs, opening his eyes. "Nothing." He murmers. Then he opens the note and scans the words again. "Ulyssa sounds like a girl," he says.
"Maybe," I agree. "But that doesn't mean it's the name of the person who left this. It could mean something-else entirely..."
-Maria-
I hear someone say the Ulyssa sounds like a girls name, "It could be..." I say adding my input like always. "But, how many people in this century do you know with a name like that?"
What was going on? A kid jumping off the school building apparently threating us, and now a note was left on Michael's door.
"Who or whatever that note is from is obviously been watching us. To know that you four of us are extrodinary and four of us are humans means they know about our "little group". They know Michael lives here, and that we would all be here. Michael shouldn't stay here alone."
The thought that something by the name Ulyssa who talks in riddles was had been watching me and my friends was really really creepy. "Who knows what all they've seen us do!" I say thinking of all the things people do when they think no ones watching.
I hear someone say the Ulyssa sounds like a girls name, "It could be..." I say adding my input like always. "But, how many people in this century do you know with a name like that?"
What was going on? A kid jumping off the school building apparently threating us, and now a note was left on Michael's door.
"Who or whatever that note is from is obviously been watching us. To know that you four of us are extrodinary and four of us are humans means they know about our "little group". They know Michael lives here, and that we would all be here. Michael shouldn't stay here alone."
The thought that something by the name Ulyssa who talks in riddles was had been watching me and my friends was really really creepy. "Who knows what all they've seen us do!" I say thinking of all the things people do when they think no ones watching.
