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Post by Iris Moore on May 25, 2007 11:41:55 GMT -5
Iris strolled through the cemetery. She had met a lot of people here- Lucas, and a few of the Halliwells as well. She felt saddened realizing they might not even recognize her though. Kyra, the Seer, had told her what happened and...well, it wasn't the most comforting thing to know. One thing that was comforting though was that if she was close to the person, they would remember her on seeing her- or at least have some memory of her.
She stopped at a grave she knew very well. She wished though, that she didn't know it. It was someone she had killed, when she was in a temper. Sighing heavily, she wondered as she often did how she was technically half human and had a soul as her mom was a fire-starter, and fire-starters were humans- just trained to be evil.
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Post by Lucas Hawthorne on May 29, 2007 15:56:51 GMT -5
The wind blew lightly across Lucas' hair as he wondered aimlessly around the town. He didn't have a thing to do, and it kind of made him upset. He didn't really know anyone in this place, so he didn't have anyone to hang out with. As he came upon the gate to the cemetery, a slight chill ran down his spine. He felt like important stuff had happened there, which was wierd because for some other wierd reason, he really did not want to go in there. He sometimes thought he remembered himself with someone, a friend. But he didn't have friends, the only person that he had even met recently was Ren.
Although he really felt a strong resentment against the cemetery, something was also drawing him into it, something he hadn't felt before. Not that he could remember at least. He walked into the cemetery, and in the distance he saw someone. The same chills ran down his spine that had just a moment earlier, and so he was intrigued to find out who the person was.
As he got closer, he saw who it was, and his head immediately began hurting. Thoughts started running wildly through it, and he couldn't make-out one from another. But the constant that he could sense about all of them was this girl. But that was the only thing distinguishable to him. He couldn't put his finger on who it could be, and it was bothering the crap out of him, the only person he could think of was Axelia, because she looked identical to her. "Ummm...hello," he said lightly, his voice kind of shaky. [/center][/size] |
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Post by Iris Moore on May 29, 2007 16:10:38 GMT -5
Hearing a slightly shaky voice, Iris looked up, tearing her eyes away from the name on the grave (she honestly didn't regret the distraction) and saw Lucas there. She wondered if he would remember her, but he looked as though he was struggling to get ahold on something, and she had a feeling she knew what it was. He was trying to figure out who she was. Piper reacted the same was. She smiled at him, and decided to save him wondering if he even knew her by saying his name. "Lucas, hi," she replied.
She hoped Kyra was right, that they could remember her. If they couldn't...maybe it might be a good thing in a way, but in many ways it would be a bad thing too. "Do you....know who I am?" she asked. She had asked Piper the same thing as well, and she wasn't that pleased with the answer.
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Post by Lucas Hawthorne on May 29, 2007 18:47:51 GMT -5
Lucas brought his hand up to his temple's and started rubbing them lightly. All these thoughts suddenly flowing through his mind was really starting to give him a headache. He couldn't make out anything anymore, and they were just making his head throb. When she spoke, the 'visions' all cleared immediately and her voice just rang in his head. It was so familiar, but he couldn't put a finger to it.
"I want to..." He sighed heavily. [/size] |
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Post by Iris Moore on May 30, 2007 8:56:32 GMT -5
Iris sighed lightly. "Well...it's better than what Piper said," she muttered to herself. She had an idea though...maybe she should give him a hint, like she had done with Piper. That had worked. "Well...let me help you," she offered, meeting his eyes. "The first time you met me was here, at this cemetery."
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Post by Lucas Hawthorne on May 30, 2007 15:10:06 GMT -5
The voice stopped ringing through his head, and Lucas finally got a clear moment to think about what was going on. His mind was still racing, and he still couldn't figure out who this mystery girl was, but he felt like he was coming close. But now that he was this close to finding out, it aggrevated him even more that he couldn't tell still. He let out a soft sigh and turned his gaze to the ground. "That must have been why I was drawn here tonight. I had always had a passion against going into this place, though I don't know why. But for some reason tonight, it just drew me in. Like I needed to be here."
He put one hand up to again rub his temple, but only for a moment as it was almost immediately put back down to his side. "It's like I am racing through my mind, trying to find out who you are... but then it seems that there is a gate, that won't let me through to figure out the last piece of the puzzle." |
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Post by Iris Moore on May 30, 2007 22:23:25 GMT -5
Iris smiled lightly at the sight of him struggling to recollect his memory and figure out who she was. It wasn't funny...she just liked the fact that he felt drawn to the cemetery because she was there...even if he didn't know her at the moment. "The last piece of the puzzle is right in front of you...and It's not leaving yet, I promise, just think." Iris sighed. Last night in a store, someone had told her they were sure they knew her. He had said he recognised her eyes. Over the years, Iris had gotten many compliments on her silver-blue eyes. Many said it was hard to forget, as it could darken when she was angry, and was filled with emotion, though if she wanted she could hide it.
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Post by Lucas Hawthorne on May 30, 2007 23:06:33 GMT -5
Lucas couldn't believe that she wasn't going to help him out anymore than that. But he had a feeling of why, and he was pretty sure that it was right. If she had meant anything to him, then she would feel like she shouldn't have to give any clues. He should just be able to remember, and if he couldn't, then he must not of valued her too much. But even though right now he couldn't remember who she was, he thought that it wasn't true. He knew everything about her except the last piece in all his thoughts, so nothing made sense.
"How could I not remember you?" He asked lightly. She was very pretty, and she seemed awfully nice, and like they had been close, or friends at least. He let out a deep sigh of aggrevation. Slowly, he let his gaze drop to the ground. He couldn't believe this, he just needed something to trigger the final piece to make everything make sense. |
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Post by Iris Moore on May 31, 2007 8:30:43 GMT -5
"It's...complicated," she said, which was something she had said about her family when he asked her before, though she couldn't remember when. Iris was getting a bit impatient- the evil in her always was, but she didn't show it. She looked down at the grave of the person she had killed. Her adopted mother.
She sighed heavily and decided she did regret it...a bit. She still thought her adopted mother deserved it though. Slightly at least. Using her power she formed ice, the shape of a rose, though it didn't just appear, it took a few seconds to do., and placed it on the grave. Remembering her and Lucas showing eachother their powers she wondered if seeing her power would trigger anything.
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Post by Lucas Hawthorne on May 31, 2007 16:13:14 GMT -5
Lucas sighed lightly. He was starting to get mad at himself for not remembering, and he could tell that Iris wasn't too happy about it either. He felt himself staring at her, trying to remember. He hoped that she didn't think of him as rude for staring, but it was just puzzling to him. As she made the rose out of ice, his mind flashed quickly, and he felt his body shake like when Phoebe got a premonition. The scene of the two of them meeting in the cemetery replayed through his head, though it had no sound, so he still couldn't remember her name. "I see the two of us. In this same spot. I am showing you my powers, and you are doing the same." He paused for a moment. "It's the night we met," he added lightly. His eyes remained closed as the scene continued ringing through his head. |
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Post by Iris Moore on Jun 1, 2007 16:45:58 GMT -5
Iris watched Lucas as he remembered the night they met. She took in a deep breath glad she didn't have to hint anymore things- though she did wish he remembered by himself. "I know..." she said as he told her out loud what he was seeing. She knew all of those things, of-course, and now he would remember them to.
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Post by Lucas Hawthorne on Jun 3, 2007 19:53:52 GMT -5
Lucas kept his eyes closed and kept silent as the memory replayed through his head. It was all coming back to him now. But there was still no sound, so he just could not get her name out of his mouth, it wouldn't come back to him. As the scene progressed and they got to talking more, something strange happened. In the scene that played in black and white through his mind, something colorful popped in. In through a gate of bursting flame, three demons lept. Lucas gasped, something bad was happening and he didn't know what it was. They all formed fireballs in there hands, but the memory didn't change, it kept playing acting like the demons weren't there. "What's going on," Lucas said, his voice panicked and his body trembling. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Iris Moore on Jun 7, 2007 15:24:14 GMT -5
Iris's eyes filled with confusion as she heard the panick in his voice. "What's wrong?" she asked, realising that he was bothered by something. His eyes was still closed and she wondered what he could be seeing to alarm him that much.
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Post by Lucas Hawthorne on Jun 12, 2007 19:11:41 GMT -5
Lucas felt himself take in a gasp of cold air as the demons approached his viewpoint in the scene. "Demons," he said in the same panicked voice to Iris. He knew that this was not part of the memory, and so that made him even more scared about what was going on. Once the demons were at a certain point, quite close to him, they all stopped, and thingyed their arms back so that they were all ready to throw their fireballs. [/center][/size] |
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