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Post by Tia Chớp Thần Công on Apr 19, 2018 15:48:40 GMT -4
Raymond Mesamoda got the magic from her mom and dad. After their family got exposed, the normal human killed everyone in desire for magic. Raymond survived, ran away and disguise herself as a normal shy student. By an accident, she blew the cover again and can't give herself a new idendity. She chose to run away - into the unknown.
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Post by Tia Chớp Thần Công on Apr 19, 2018 16:22:36 GMT -4
Chapter 1. The diary of a witchcrafter."They all see me as a normal girl. I joined the club of no-one, I'm shy as heck. And the only time where people needs me is in exams. Which is good, after all. My cover should not be exposed that easy. Good job, myself."
She give herself a pat to the back. Inside the pentagram shaped bed, she immerge herself out of the pain and suffer-what she thought of when she makes the bed. She should give herself a better bed after 6 years, but why would you throw away something to remind you how terrible humanity is? Sitting inside the room that's made out of purple paint, she pull something out of the drawers. A diary. Within a tap, it opens the eyes, and showing out it's hands and legs. "What do you want to write today, my master? And can you please, please wear your clothes before you wake me up? I have had enough porn for 4 more years" "We have had this conversation before, Jacob. I need the pen to be hard if I want to write something. Can you write anything using a spaghetti?" "You..." She keeps herself silent. She know, she know, Jacob is mad and all that kind of stuffs, but whatever, it is still her diary. Looking at her mother's eyeballs that got pulled out brutally, her brother's legs that has been dispatched, everyone's skull that she killed in order to survive inside the room, she starts to whisper a message to the diary.
April 18th,2018. Dear diary. When will this suffering end? When will I get to see my friends without worrying that they will find out my true form? The hunger for magic will just continue to flow inside them. I can't do this forever, I need something to live for.
"You can just copy and paste what you wrote yesterday" "...shut up." - she replied. Wearing the old school uniform, she goes to the outside world. Little does she know, when you talk to a living diary, you should close the curtains. She feels something. What could it be? A voice from her mother? A tear from her brother? Or a mad man holding a knife chasing her? Or two? Or three? Or... An entire crowd. She panicked and rushed back to the house, just to see it has been burned to smoke, which proves the point further that she is a witch. The smoke disappear soon, revealing the witch hunters, looking at Raymond, hungry for magic. They rushed. Everyone starts to get closer, closer, to the point where it can't be closer. They can feel the magic in her skins, the smells of black cat in her clothes. Raymond, on the other hand, looks at their knifes, daggers, everything they belive that would cut out her magic and let the owners claim them. Then they come closer. They raise the knife to Raymond's throat, they push the dagger down to her stomach, as she screams - in pain and horror - the final words. "Telepathia" The blood starts to drip, as Raymond's body desarcrated to dust. And... vanish. They think they would've won, but they didn't. ... They should have clear the dust. The pile of dusts starts to form, like water to ice, but with dusts. It forms to a certain human, just as the crowd realised the mistake, Raymond grabs Jacob, who surprisingly still alive, and takes out the knife that she putted inside him, cut through the air and disappear. The crowd is disappointed, again.
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Post by Tia Chớp Thần Công on Apr 19, 2018 16:23:12 GMT -4
Chapter 2: Dizordonia
They all fell asleep right after the teleport. Shockwave. All they can see... is fire. 1 day... 2 days... Raymond is the first to awake. - Jacob! Are you okay? - If you mean almost dying, got burned and being held by the girl who sex chat with me everyday by taking her clothes off and whisper the same thing 500 times is okay then yes, I am perfectly fine. Now put me back down, P-Lease. You are just a dirty little girl and I'm done seeing your hot body, it disgusts me just to seeing you holding me. I'm a gentlemen. I don't even think they chased you because of magic but because you poisoned a generation just by being on PornHub.
- ...Somehow I want to throw you back. Now, open a goddamn google map and tell us where we are, or if there's a wizard map, even better. Just take something, I need that something right now. - I am a diary, not a slave - I am your master, not a porn star. - Fair enough. The eyes, legs and arms disappear. He is a normal book, it seems. The cover starts to change, from "Witch Gossips" to "How to commit suicide" and so on. Red, pink, purple, green, yellow, orange. It stops at orange, labeled "Emergency wizard map". Page 77. The pages starts to flow, the letters starts to fly everywhere. It represents something. The stars made out of blood, the circles around it, all coming alive. The pentagram and a halo. She knows what it stands for, the fight between the purest angel Seraphim and the mightiest devil Leviathan. She sees it. Dizordonia - the land of balance. Peoples are equally devilish and angelic. The duality exists here and only here. Her face turns blue in just a few seconds. - It's... better than Japan, right master? - No. This is horrible. These people are not even human. They are cold-blooded murderers that is even more brutal than human. They are the child of Seraphim and Leviathan. They can fly, they can shoots out magic and they will kill any trespasser. Especially with magic inside me, they will think I'm an intruder. - Well then, zap us out of here. - I didn't bring my magic book. - It's not funny, Raymond. - Or I can leave you behind. Both works. - It's just because I'm the closest. - No, because you're more important. Just sleep already, I'm already regreting bringing you with me. First time in... forever, Jacob is silent for once. He feel something. She feel something. It could be the night, or it could be a person. But they know they are safe in the woods. Raymond can finally sleep without the worry of a human found out her true identity. She smile, just a little bit, but that's far more than what she is normally. Jacob, standing there. All he knows... Raymond is not the most beauty when she's naked. It's when she smile. The blood is still dripping from her wounds, ten deep stabs in the stomach. Normally it would hurt, but at least she got it for the greater good. She hugs it. It won't kill her, but still, looking that, Jacob can't help but feel a little bit guilty. Why don't she teleport without me? Why don't she leave me behind? Maybe Raymond is not that bad after all. A warm feeling covers the entire tent.
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Post by Tia Chớp Thần Công on Apr 19, 2018 16:23:43 GMT -4
Chapter 3: How did we met? (Side chapter)This is a side chapter. It won't focus on the story itself, but rather on the characters. Join me in the adventure to know more about Raymond and Jacob, their past and their feelings or just skip this chapter. Expect a little bit more about Jacob than Raymond.
Chapter 3-1: Seraphim (Raymond's side)1am. 2am. Her eyes are closed, but not her thoughts. That's normal, to be fair. You're not sleeping with some fatal injuries that are, in fact, still bleeding. She holds it, try to get it to stop bleeding, but it doesn't work. The wounds are just too deep. - What will I do? Jacob is bad at watching Raymond sleep, it seems. Both of them look at each other, without realising the other is also looking at them. - That book... is weird. She remembers the first day she brought it. A rainy day. Her brother couldn't made it to her birthday. She is now officially... Alone. Why, not yesterday, not tomorrow, but today? - What will they do now? Burn my brother to corpse and eat his ash to get magic? They haven't burn my mother, and I'm sure they didn't get magic from her. Funny. It won't work, silly. It will never work. You can't have it. Stop hunting me... I am just a normal girl with a curse. Some of you girls are short. Some of you girls are fat. (Lmao I'm liking a girl thats both fat and short but she's so cuteeeeee - Tia) I'm not short, or fat. In fact, I can tell that I'm very decent. But I have a magic curse. Do you think I want this, human? No. Just treat me like those ugly girls. Leave me alone with my ass rotten. I don't give a fuck about it. It's a waste because I'm that hot? Suck it. .... .... She's terrible at lying. Sitting down in her chair, next by her birthday cake, tears follow tears slide down her face. The candles has already burnt out, and her brother couldn't made it. She can't help... but feel betrayed. He couldn't keep the promise. Still... At least she can do it now.
July 7th, 2017. Dear diary. You're getting a soul. Soon, you will be alive, you will be my best friend. We can do anything together, like friends! I know, you will be a stupid idiot. My magic is not that powerful. But, you're still my mom, dad, and brother. Please behave yourself, pretty please?
She closed her diary, and walk to the one room that she has only entered twice. Inside the room, there are 3 pedestals. One for her mother's hands; The leftovers. One for her father's legs. It was dry. It seems like those humans have drained his blood to take a bath. One.... for her brother. There's a same one for Raymond at her brother's house, but it will never be used, it seems. It was empty, but with a small hole. Besides it, a small knife. She takes the knife, and cut herself. How painful it is? None to Zero. The blood starts to drip down the hole. It does not take long to be full. And when it is... black things start to appear. Her brother's ash, and soul. It dances, until it gets itself inside a small jar, just like every other ash. Once the final black dot makes it's way into the jar, three pedestals disappear. She got herself a new friend. Not a good one, but still, a friend.
Chapter 3-2: Leviathan (Jacob's side)The fire is still warm. Raymond is still sleeping. A peaceful sight in Jacob's eyes. He wants to touch the fire, but that won't be a good idea. He can't sleep. He shouldn't sleep. He's a book, why would he sleep anyway? All he knows... Raymond, for once, didn't turned him into a normal book after she's done with the writing. Maybe she wants to keep him alive, maybe she forgot it, but this is way more time than normal. Enough time... to even think. - Where is this started? - The memory starts to flow back, the pictures starts to get clearer and clearer inside him. - January 6th, 2018. I was... sitting on a shelf, I know nothing, I have nothing inside me, and the world... pinch black. I don't even know if it is called black at that point. Is it still black? Hello? Anyone? She touched me for the first time. The world is not dark anymore, it's so colorful, she grants me the ability to see, then my arms comes out, next are the legs. Surprisingly, I know exactly what is my purpose. - Who are you? - Shut up, open the first page. - She was rude. She was crying and she treated me horrible. I don't know. She seems like a horrible person that every diary will just want to die if she get them. To be honest, I am still frightened by how brave she is until now, how soulless she is, and how emotional she is. I don't know anymore. From that point forward, she resurrects me in the morning and take away that ability half a hour later. Every time she does that, she writes the same thing every day. I mean, it's not a reminder, right? I don't know, this is just weird for Raymond. But again, what is not weird about her? Jacob stands there. To a point he don't even wants to stand. But he is still standing. Motionless, watching Raymond sleep. She is safe for tonight, but what about tomorrow?
Chapter 3-3: Before the storm (Both sides)So... What now? They're not being hunt anymore, but... they are not that good, either. It's 3am right now. The cold is there, and the fire is not enough to keep them warm. Raymond is there, looking at Jacob. Jacob is there, looking at Raymond. What are they even doing? I don't know, so does you... So does them. So why don't they just relax and take a nap? Motionless. Silence. ...peace. Not here, in Dizordonia. But in their heart. Despite the wound in the stomech, Raymond close her eyes, and her consiousness faded away. Despite the worry for his master, Jacob close his eyes, and try to take his first nap without his soul getting snap away by his master. The sun is rising. The moon is falling as they take their final nap before embark on the first adventure. Something is resonating, the dreams are forming.
July 7th, 2017. The room disappear. It's not even a room anymore, just a blank, black wall with nothing on it.
A book comes out, and wave at her. The prophecy came true. She has someone with her now. It's made out of the family blood.
She steps back. Looking at her masterpiece, she couldn't stand there and do nothing, she must grab him, hug him. The joy overfills her, like a kid inside a candy store, like someone who won lottery. Until she accidentally broke a bottle of randomness, and the dust surrounds Jacob. .... What have she done? Her masterpiece starts to crumble to dust in front of her eyes.
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Post by Tia Chớp Thần Công on Apr 19, 2018 16:24:10 GMT -4
Chapter 4: Trial of Angels4.1: Duel of Escapist.The first spark of sun starts to show up, lighting the jungle from the decaying darkness. Everything starts to come out of their nest. Birds start to sing their happy tunes, Rabbits getting outside for some sunshine, succubus and incubus dancing under the light, spirits going back to their slumber, just a normal day in the forest of Dizordonia. Well, it should be if Raymond love waking up. And for once, she does. Jacob seems like he stayed up the entire night. Which is normal; books doesn't need sleeping, although he might get himself into some nasty delusions, he's still good. What's more worrysome is the fact that the royal guards are coming. Yes, a beam of light indicating a portal spawned and someone has escaped to this land wouldn't go unnoticed. That's the whole reason Raymond waking up early anyway. - Jacob, JACOB! Wake up, we need to go now! - Wait... who, I mean, what, what's happening? - I'm waking up early, that's what. Now, we need to go. They're coming for us. - Fine, but.... - Whatever. Lazy asshole. Without hesitation, Raymond grab her book and run. They run fast, indeed. Through the woods, through the river, through the woods again. They run until they meet a shack, that thing is actually very familiar, feels like they have been here last night. -Oh, good. Nice mapping skills, Raymond. - Jacob, being a little baby again. -Yup. We're sooo done. - Satirically, how she say those words. Just as she finish her words, the wounds from her stomech starts bleeding again, as if it has never been healed. In the terrifying eyes of Jacob and Raymond, there's an arrow rain falling. Jacob took a few hits for his master, but she is still vulnerable enough for another arrow to pierce through her stomech. As this point, if she's pregnant the kid will just fall out instantly. Well, I mean it could get worse. Better for an arrow in a place where my 8 other injuries are than in another spot. That's how logic works, right? It doesn't mean the wounds won't hurt, however. Holding what assumably her stomech, Raymond can't even feel a slightest pain. So does Jacob, books doesn't feel pain. But he can read what is in Raymond's mind: Despair and the pain she's holding in. It is hurt. Really hurt. The sound of the horses comes closer, as their conciousness slowly fades away. For the better. Raymond can't feel the pain while sleeping. But she wouldn't like what those people in this planet prepared for her.
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Post by Tia Chớp Thần Công on Apr 19, 2018 16:24:36 GMT -4
Different from the others, this is also a reserve.
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Post by DragonStorm on Apr 19, 2018 20:22:51 GMT -4
Overall, the concept is nice, just some grammatical mistakes and errors to be fixed, like "room made out of purple paint". I also like how the main character's personality is already revealed in the first chapter, creating a base for future chapters.
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Post by Tia Chớp Thần Công on Jun 21, 2018 4:55:51 GMT -4
BUmp
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Post by Mettaton on Jun 26, 2018 8:57:53 GMT -4
this is shocking
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Post by Tia Chớp Thần Công on Jun 26, 2018 20:23:23 GMT -4
Thanks for motivate me for 3-1
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Post by Tia Chớp Thần Công on Jul 5, 2018 1:35:52 GMT -4
I don't even want to use my computer anymore.
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Post by ShenX on Jul 5, 2018 20:15:00 GMT -4
I don't even want to use my computer anymore. Random question but what keyboard do you use?
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Post by Tia Chớp Thần Công on Jul 6, 2018 14:47:46 GMT -4
The trash that got paired with my laptop
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Post by ShenX on Jul 8, 2018 7:43:29 GMT -4
The trash that got paired with my laptop Oh ok. I'm guessing the situation is the same with your mouse?
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Post by Tia Chớp Thần Công on Jul 9, 2018 13:07:26 GMT -4
The trash that got paired with my laptop Oh ok. I'm guessing the situation is the same with your mouse? Gonna check it as soon as I remember. Maybe never but who knows
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Post by Mettaton on Jul 10, 2018 9:18:08 GMT -4
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Post by Tia Chớp Thần Công on Jul 10, 2018 9:52:50 GMT -4
Where is the admin section and what report?
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Post by Mettaton on Jul 10, 2018 14:17:39 GMT -4
Where is the admin section and what report? Only those assigned as Administrators can access the Admin section. Probably Global Mods too but I don't have anyone assigned as Global Mod here You sent a report and typed in "what would happen" ish.
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Post by Tia Chớp Thần Công on Jul 11, 2018 0:16:28 GMT -4
Ah yea, sent it and totally forgot about it
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Post by Mettaton on Jul 12, 2018 8:27:28 GMT -4
oh what's the price of magic
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Post by Tia Chớp Thần Công on Jul 12, 2018 14:41:58 GMT -4
oh what's the price of magic I mean, lose the family, run away from home, have nowhere to live, got hunted by tons of people with a book that's horribly dumb sounds like the price Or 10$ if you enjoy magic trick performed at your school
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