NationStates Jolt Archive

Planet Vellkosh, GAE

They fall in line
One at a time
Ready to play


The soldiers fell into line as they regrouped from the killing of rebels.

I can’t see them anyway
No time to lose
We’ve got to move
Steady your hand


Vexx Bradley couldn't see the soldiers through the pouring rain and darkness of night. He checked his watch. 30 seconds to set the bomb. "We've got to move!" whispered his captain, Haldor Halkish, to Vexx. His hand was shaking as he ran into the street.

I am losing sight again
Fire your guns
Its time to run
Blow me away

"FIRE!" Some one yelled from the other side of the street. Shit. Vexx thought as he saw bright explosions and felt the bullets rip through his skin.

I will stay unless I may
After the fall
We’ll shake it off
Show me the way

Only the strongest will survive
Lead me to heaven when we die
I have a shadow on the wall
I’ll be the one to save us all

Vexx groaned as he was carried away by two of his comrades. He couldn't tell who.
In the infirmiry, an injured man strode up and down the aisles, shouting "We will shake it off and become stronger!" A few men managed weak crys, but mostly there was no response. Many died, but the stronger ones, including Vexx, survived.

There’s nothing left
So save your breath
Lying and wait
Caught inside this tidal wave

Vexx hid in the closet as the tidal wave of soldiers tried to bash down the door of the house.

You’re covers blown
No where to go
Holding your fate
Knowing that I will walk alone


His cloak dissipated as a EMP went through the house DAMN! Vexx thought. He crouched and unslung an assualt rifle. He held his fate in his hands for these next few moments.
Fire your guns
Its time to run
Blow me away

When the door fell down, Vexx burst out of the closet firing. The soldiers fell while Vexx turned and ran. However, a stray bullet caught him in the back. He fell, blood leaking out of his mouth.
A bright, white light appeared in front of him.
It consumed his vision.
Then everything went black.

Suddenly, Vexx was standing at a door. He knocked, and a woman, cloaked in red robes, smiled at him and said "Hello Vexx. Welcome to Valhalla, land of Planeswalkers."


OOc:
Planeswalkers: Planeswalkers are beings who in life, had something very traumatic, and, when they died, their soul sometimes skipped over the death cycle and went stright back to life, with news, extraordinary powers, the least of which is the ability to walk between the Planes of Existance, or, in more scientific terms, peirce the veil between dimensions using huge amounts of magical energy.

The purpose of thread: Post how a planeswalker in your nation became one. If you want, it can be accompianed by music lyrics.

Music: Blow Me Away, by Breaking Benjamin.

"I've loved Death all my life, seen Him waiting for me in my dreams...."

an inpatient gesture...

"Oh, please stop with the arm chair shrink wank. I don't care if you don't believe me, but I have been able to see Him, watch Him going about His job, ...yes job. Though it probably doen't fall into what you'd consider a job, it is, for Him, it's just that, I can tell."

a shrug as if the opinion voiced is of no consequence.

"And no my dreams weren't morbid, of blood soaked, or dark and depressing. We held long conversations he and I. And over the years I fell in love with him."

The silence is long this time, satisfying...

"That shut you up didn't it? And he to love me, how could he not as time and again I sought him out."

Anger, a red hot spike. A hard shake of the head.

"What?! suicide? You know damn well I've never tried suicide, or even thought of it. No, my attempts to join him were the most life affirming I could find."

Calmer now, a fond reminiscing smile lightening eyes.

"Yes, the jumping off of bridges with tiny parachutes, driving top fuel dragsters, free climbing the most difficult verticles I could find. Evey extrememe sport out there, I mastered them and flirted with the one I love."

"Untill I died and Death could not bear to take me just yet so Death took a holiday."

A snort of veiled half contempt.

"Now your eyes fly wide as you think about that strange two weeks all those years ago. The two weeks where no one died, no matter that they should have. He was on vacation, loving me, us being together in a way that would never be possibly again."

Sadness now and resignation.

"And Death didn't take me in the end, He couldn't. I cried myself ill, but He wouldn't, couldn't for by then I carrried His daughter. Yes the sunny faced little girl playing with your minature horses out in the summer sun is Death's daughter."

But joy blooming incandescent.

"And now that she's old enough He's come for me, so good by Doctor, raise her well..."

I see her in the moonlight, with a blade clutched in her hand,
And she fights in every battle, just like any man.
But she dances in the darkness and she heals the wounded men,
And I know I'll stand beside her, until the bitter end.
She's a singer in the shadow and the shadow is death.
She stands between each man and fate and her life is our breath.


I stretch out along the parapet of the roof, the rifle sights dropping smoothly upon my intended target. Hold the breath, let the trigger pull befome as a faint surprize, and the round sings it's deadly song as the target falls in an explosion of blood. I don't bother to watch further, as I stand, pick up the spent brass and with out rush break down the rifle storing it back in it's hard case. I stretch as I stand and then pick up the case.

I STEP and the world is gone.

She's a mistress of magic and she knows her magic well.
She can keep a comrade in this life or send his soul to hell.
But she weeps for every good man lost, then picks up her shield again,
To come and march beside us, until the bitter end.
She's a singer in the shadow and the shadow is death.
She stands between each man and fate and her life is our breath


Then I am in the quiet library with it's collection of medical journals and mystery thrillers. I am comfortable in this place, having spent countless hours here since my mother left me to be raised by the man I eventually inherited the sprawing mansion from. He wasn't my father, simply the only person that my mother trusted with the complete truth. He was good to me, tried to be the father most thought I've never had. He urged me to have an interest in the healing arts, to be come a physician, and I did. A damn good one too I might add. Until the day a strung out junkie tried to kill a pregnant woman. I interviened and was killed for my trouble.

But her soul is caught in torment, lost between two worlds is she;
The dream of life, the touch of death, will never set her free.
Only I have seen her torment, know how staunchly she defends,
And I'll love her with my heart and soul, until the bitter end.
She's a singer in the shadow and the shadow is death.
She stands between each man and fate and her life is our breath.


But I'd always known that my real father was out there watching over me. He was and I didn't die, though the world though I had. No, he came to me, told me the truth, and taught me the powers innate with in me. And so I became a hunter, a killer, a taker of life.

Rather an odd dichotomy, one might say. And I say maybe for you, but not for me, seeing as I'm going to inherit my Fathers job one day...

Until then I heal or kill as the need is, trying to keep the balance as best I can...


Music- Singer in the Shadow - author unknown - though I am given to understand that it is about the patroness of the Company of the Black Rose...