Vincent A. Mortelle
Professor
Posts: 19
Age: 164
Sexuality: pansexual
Gender: male
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/69/astral-dimensions-vels-plotter
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Alias: vel
Occupation: divination professor
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/228/mortelle-iv-vincent-altair
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Post by Vincent A. Mortelle on Jan 6, 2017 2:48:01 GMT -5
It was late, but usually in September on a colder night lit only by the moon, it was possible to find a rare flower. And every single night since he had read about it, he set out searching. The fog of his breath rest comfortably on the air before him as he wrapped his cloak tightly around his shoulders. Tonight he had foreseen himself finding it. The pale petals reflected in the soft moonlight, the reality of what he saw caused him to wander the woods on this iced night. The comforting glow from the moon speckled across the plush forest floor as he stepped off the main path. Tonight he had opted for shoes since frostbite most definitely was not on his list of things that he would enjoy for the evening.
Carefully he walked through the woods, eyes closing with each step letting intuition guide him. Mind pulling in the sights of the old worlds, new worlds, could be's, would be's, should be's and will be's. There it was. His heart was pounding softly as he willed his eye to focus only on that one subject. Feet carrying him seamlessly though the woods, picking up on slight uneasy sounds as he went. Vincent paused a moment and held out his hand, eyes still shut firmly as he turned again. The sound getting louder as his brows furrowed.
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Alaric Rainsley
Corvus House
Posts: 7
Age: 17
Sexuality: ---
Gender: Male
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Alias: Armageddon
Occupation: Student | Corvus
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Post by Alaric Rainsley on Jan 10, 2017 22:30:25 GMT -5
Alaric had left the castle, unknowing to what time it had been. But he had to leave. He couldn't take the visions flurrying left and right in his mind any longer. His focus and calm concoction was working less and less, and he was barely keeping himself together.
Would be's, could be's, will be's, and already were's, blind siding him at every turn. The pages of everyones life book flapping around him like a horrible swarm, pulling him ever further into madness. What could actually hurt him, and what was mere nightmare. Had he had someone who knew the rules of the Sight, who knew that looking futureside for personal gain, that telling someone futures they weren't supposed to know, was the equivalent of putting his psyche in a blender, he would not be what he was now.
So there he went, wandering through the forest. Always to the same spot. A little glade in the Hangmans Forest, where the weather was always less than bitter, and where the dark was at its least. It was a faerie glade, and the forces that protected it, had taken pity on the boy, allowing him passage without threat. But they could not stop his Sight from bombarding him, and even there, he wasn't safe from it. Horrors and monsters, wars and death, the darkest of all futures looming in like vicious shadows.
The visions that plagued him now had left him a weeping and half shrieking mess on the forest floor, recoiling from demons no one else could see but him. "P..please! Don't come any closer! Just stop! Please...just stop...no more. No more! Stop. Stop stop stop stop stop..." he pleaded to the empty air as he gripped at his hair, shaking his head furiously.
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Vincent A. Mortelle
Professor
Posts: 19
Age: 164
Sexuality: pansexual
Gender: male
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/69/astral-dimensions-vels-plotter
250x350 Hover Image: http://data.whicdn.com/images/155838619/large.jpg
Alias: vel
Occupation: divination professor
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/228/mortelle-iv-vincent-altair
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Post by Vincent A. Mortelle on Jan 10, 2017 23:15:00 GMT -5
Still Vincent was wandering the forest. His feet were following the feeling that his sights had given him. Turning sharply again, Vin had to come to a stop. Though his heart told him to keep going he knew that he couldn't. There was no way he could not without breaching a contract between beings, but Vincent meant no harm. He never did.
Suddenly he was pulled from the navigation, knowing that he was close to what he was after, but he couldn't go on. A plea filled his ears and at first he had thought that it was just another vision, just another sight. Until it sounded again and his eyes opened sharply. Staggering back he looked on at the white haired boy, so pale against the lush green of the earth. Palms pressing against the invisible wall. Who was it...
Vincent's vision was still a bit foggy as he had been ripped from his sight as he looked on at the boy pleading. Who the fuck was it? Vin knew that he should know who it was, his heart was screaming to protect the boy, but he couldn't make it to him. Faeries were fickle creatures when it came to sacred space, but this boy needed him. Shaking his head Vincent started to push against the magical barrier and sucked in a sharp breath.
"Alaric!" That's what it was, that was his name. Vincent winced in pain again, keeping his heart as pure as he could, in order to get to the flower before him. Arctic Starflower. That's what he was seeing, and upon looking at Alaric Rainsely it all made sense. Vincent was not one to tamper with the wills of fate. He wasn't one to go against his path, and this is exactly where it lead him. "Alaric..." Gasping again, Vincent could feel the restraint of the wall fight against him. The color of his skin starting to change in color as the firey pain began to burn all the way up his arm. This was a Faerie Glade. A sacred place full of life and it was waging a war against the undead trying to get through.
The dark haired man had yet to give up. Vincent's arm felt like it was catching fire, apparent in the way his skin began to turn a bright red, but he couldn't stop. "Alaric, please come here." There was an ache that ran up his spine as he made it halfway through the wall that was still trying to push him out. "Please come here, I'm safe. But I can't help you if you're in there." Vincent gasped out again sharply taking a breath as he hit his knees, scrambling to grab the boy. Vin could feel the burn climb up over his shoulder, to his neck. A deep red liquid seeping from his nose. Wincing again he closed his eyes staggering a moment as the screams filled his mind.
'Leave here Seer, the boy is our ward.' Vincent shook his head as he could feel the world start to tilt. The earth growing unstable, but it was all an illusion and he knew that. Reaching forward he gripped Alaric by the ankle, and making damn sure that he had him. Quickly he pulled bag dragging him across the ground as he backed out of the glade. Taking in a sharp breath now that he wasn't trying to be killed he pulled the boy close to him. Tears filling his eyes as he clutched Alaric to his chest. "I finally found you..." Vincent grunted as his body lurched forward, heart jumping, but still he wasn't going to let go of Alaric, not for anything because he had had dreams of this man and he was finally here. The grip that he had thought he had was failing as his fingers grew weaker. His eye sockets started to darken as he held Alaric in his lap, trying to breathe him in. If this was the last thing that he was going to remember, he wanted it to be good.
Vincent only had one idea on what happened as he let out a force of air and gasped quickly for the next. A sweat began to break out over his body and forehead as he leaned forward resting his head against Alaric's shoulder. "I love you..." Vincent wasn't sure if he had actually said that or if it was just in his thoughts.
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Alaric Rainsley
Corvus House
Posts: 7
Age: 17
Sexuality: ---
Gender: Male
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Alias: Armageddon
Occupation: Student | Corvus
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Post by Alaric Rainsley on Jan 14, 2017 23:24:04 GMT -5
Alaric just wanted the sights to stop, to no longer see the horrible things that he couldn't help but be victim to. The noises, the figures, the atmosphere. All of it was just becoming too much to bear .
"Alaric!" The voice was not one of the whispers surrounding him, not one of the grim noises flitting about like whispers. This voice rang clear, and urgent. But the boy was too afraid to open his eyes, too afraid to look to the voice in fear of what he may see, whether it was real or only in his head. So instead he tried to silence it, thinking it just another trick of his mind. But again the voice sounded, and again the tone begged him to look. But as the fae had such disdain for the undead, the image was betrayed. It showed Vincent as some fearsome, blood dripping beast. A caricature of what the fae viewed taintbloods to be.
He curled up once more, gripping at his head. "Lies...lies and deceit...not true, not real, all wrong in the eyes..." he whined quietly. He kept mumbling, rocking back and forth as he sat there until a sudden, strong force was dragging him through the grass. He clawed at the earth, trying not to be taken by whatever this was, and froze in panic as he felt arms around him. Now free of the faes influence over his image, Alaric could see Vincent for what he really was. He was no monster, no blood covered beast, nor any threat to him. He had tried to save him, from himself, but save him nonetheless.
Confusion swirled in the boys eyes as he looked at the man, his gaze following the burns and bruises over him. He looked back to his face, his breathing suddenly panicked as he saw him change, feeling the desperation in him as his head fell on him until suddenly...there was nothing. Alarics first instinct was to scream. To scream out for help, for someone to do something...but the boy had learned in a very cruel way that when you screamed for help, it was often not what you recieved.
"P...please..don't go. Don't be dead. Please don't be dead. You're not supposed to be dead. I can see it. This is all wrong. You don't die here!"
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Vincent A. Mortelle
Professor
Posts: 19
Age: 164
Sexuality: pansexual
Gender: male
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/69/astral-dimensions-vels-plotter
250x350 Hover Image: http://data.whicdn.com/images/155838619/large.jpg
Alias: vel
Occupation: divination professor
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/228/mortelle-iv-vincent-altair
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Post by Vincent A. Mortelle on Jan 16, 2017 3:47:56 GMT -5
The pain that had gripped his chest was more than he could even imagine, the way his eyes glassed over in a moment. Quickly the sound of the world moved away from him and there wasn't a single thing he could do about it. Too afraid to leave his body as it lay there against the Arctic Snowflower. Chest not moving as time began to turn back ward in his mind. Still Vincent could smell the scent rolling off the boy as he stared on. Tilting his head to the side Vincent listened as the boy spoke and even he knew that Alaric was right, but he couldn't do anything to help him. Time was riding on the coat tails of Vincent's untimely passing.
When they said your mind opened to the world they weren't lying, but instead of heading that long stretch of road he turned and crouched before Alaric. Reaching out to touch the boy's cheeks looking on at him as the sadness filled the air before him. His mind was beautiful. The light that he saw was more from Rainsley's soul than his mind, but still as a seer the soul was part of the mind. Unless severed. That was the problem with Alaric, and Vincent had seen it all. While his body was dead, undead? Re-dead? Was there even a term for what had happened? More than likely not, but he couldn't bring himself to leave.
In turn Vincent's eyes fell shut as he reached forward and took in a very sharp breath. Though it wasn't a breath more so an action. How could he help this boy help him? And the only thought that had crossed his mind was to force him into realization. Vincent pulled his hands back from Alaric's face, lips shifting as he saw himself laying there, but he was right. Now was not his time to die.
Fingers moving through the boys hair he pressed down on the openness and compressed. Once he was comfortable he covered the boy's forehead, his motions sending nothing but cold through Alaric, but still with a sight like the blonde's before him. There was no doubt in Vincent's mind that he was seeing too much. Once blinding the third eye and blocking the sixth chakra, Vincent had urged Alaric silently from the void to use his intelligence while blocking his visions. Forcing forward his logical side. It wasn't common that someone came across a true seer, a seer that understood all the steps and ways to opening the mind, closing it and realizing the importance of all seven Chakras. The problem with Alaric Rainsley was that he happened to be too open, but as Vincent sat there blocking his sights and urging forward his logic he prayed silently. If he wasn't supposed to die here, it was all up to the boy of the snow.
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Alaric Rainsley
Corvus House
Posts: 7
Age: 17
Sexuality: ---
Gender: Male
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Alias: Armageddon
Occupation: Student | Corvus
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Post by Alaric Rainsley on Jan 29, 2017 11:19:19 GMT -5
Alaric was in blind panic. The person who had tried to help was now sitting there lifeless as he tried desperately, and futiley, to bring him back. Little snippets of time began to snuff out where this man was involved. His future blinking out of existence the longer he sat there. The boy was able to see all his futures and one thing had been entirely certain throughout them, Vincent Mortelle was not supposed to die here.
But he had. Alarics chest grew tight as he tried to wake him, as if Vincent were simply sleeping though he knew he wasn't. "Please..I don't know what to do. I don't know how to bring you back. You're supposed to be here, everything says you're supposed to be here. It's all gone wrong. This is wrong!" he panicked. That was when the cold swept through him. Different than the chill of the air around them, different than a simple autumn breeze. This cold never touched his skin, but rather went through him.
As if his insides had suddenly frosted over. As the cold settled, the panic held, neither growing nor dissipating as the flickers of futures and pasts slowly faded from his vision. While it felt like much time had passed, in reality, it had been barely moments, and Alaric shook his head. There was clarity. For the first time in too long, there was clarity, there was cohesion, his thoughts were no longer scrambled by time and Sight, but pure and simply thoughts. He didn't waste time trying to figure out why it had happened, or what had caused this brief period of perfect lucidity. Instead his gaze turned back to Professor Mortelle, his head moving to his chest to ensure that there was indeed no breath nor heartbeat before he slid his wand from his sleeve.
With a quiet mutter, he used the same shock spell that Medi-wizards tended to favor in treatments of mental illness, and one that he was all too familiar with from the archaic institution where he spent his time not in school, aiming it at Vincents chest.
Vincents body twitched with the shock, and he put his ear to his chest once more. Silence. Again Alaric used the spell, but again there was silence. No beat. No breath.
The boy put all he had into it this time, holding back only enough not to completely fry the man who lay there. Again, the shock send him rigid, but there was one stark difference. Where there had been previous silence, there was a gasp. Desperate and eager to breathe. Alaric held steady, watching him for a moment before he put his ear to Mortelles chest once again. A heartbeat. It was quiet but it was there.
In all those moments, Alaric himself had forgotten to breathe and he fell back to sit, catching his breath, his eyes lingering over Vincent to make sure kept breathing. But now that Vincent was living, Alaric could feel himself slipping back into the void. Back off solid ground into the nonsense. But despite the fear that always came with it, so too did Vincents futures blink back into existence. And that, at least, was something he was happy to see.
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Vincent A. Mortelle
Professor
Posts: 19
Age: 164
Sexuality: pansexual
Gender: male
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/69/astral-dimensions-vels-plotter
250x350 Hover Image: http://data.whicdn.com/images/155838619/large.jpg
Alias: vel
Occupation: divination professor
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/228/mortelle-iv-vincent-altair
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Post by Vincent A. Mortelle on Feb 17, 2017 15:00:16 GMT -5
Vincent knew in his heart of hearts that Alaric would know what to do. Even while he watched the boy panic, regain his senses and finally snap to it, he knew. Alaric was smarter than anyone really gave him credit for and that was something that really attracted him to the boy. Or perhaps it was the fact that his mind was so open there was no doubt that it was going to draw him in closer.
Suddenly a sharp pain ripped through him come the third try. Soul returning to the body that it needed and he gasped in sharply. Eyes still closed, but the shallow breaths were coming heavier now as he moved back into his body, settling in against the cold ground. Only a few moment had passed while his eyes fluttered back open. Taking in the sight of the icy haired boy. Vincent was happy to know that he was in safe hands, even if Alaric's mind couldn't close itsel, he was brilliant. Weakly he reached over, feeling the wave of emotion. Visions. Things that couldn't be controlled and he gripped Alaric's hand tightly.
Touch could change things. Care would change things. Vincent was hoping that through all he had just so suddenly been through, he could ground the Corvus boy. Everything he did, prior to his apparent death, through his death and now back into life, was for him. Vincent wanted to make sure Alaric knew that he wasn't the only seer affected by the visions and that there was a way to put them at bay. A way to allow them to come naturally and not mix the lines.
The vampire's fingers curled about Alaric's whey colored hands, gripping them softly before he could speak. Everything had hurt, but he was alive. "Hey... hey. I'm right here, it's okay. I'd kiss you if I didn't think I would pass out from sitting up."
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