09-02-2016, 01:25 PM
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XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00000000', endColorstr='#ffffff',GradientType=0 );}.eight_message {position: relative;z-index: 10;text-align: justify;font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif;padding: 15px;color: #242424;border-right: 25px solid #5E5E5E;border-bottom-right-radius: 30px;}.eight_quote {position: relative;z-index: 10;text-align: center;font: 16px 'Times New Roman', serif;font-style: italic;color: #242424;}.eight_name {position: relative;z-index: 10;text-align: center;font: 42px 'Times New Roman', serif;color: #242424; padding: 0;margin: 0;}</style><center><div class="eight_border"><div class="eight_container"><img class="eight_image" src="http://i.imgur.com/Waz1O.jpg"><div class="eight_gradient"></div><p class="eight_quote">no matter what they say, I am still the king</p><div class="eight_message">
If you were only dreaming, my mouse skinned girl. What a dream it would be. Who could imagine that the Fairy would ever cause such a reckoning? Who ever thought that any of us as a whole would have to pay for our debts? And it seemed we would all pay dearly. There was no way to wake up from this – and the fog from your mind is quite real, a rolling entity that shrouds snippets of Beqanna – a curtain to reel back at a later time. This is no dream – this is the top of the world, a proverbial valley below you (perhaps it is a bit like home, right?).
As he crests the mountain, he feels it – your voice reverberating in his head. You heard him, perhaps he even called you from your slumber, pulling you from a dream that was perhaps better than this tumult. Your life is a dream now, Topsail.
You meet at last, the tethers of the mind drawing you closer, through the milling bodies (some dazed and confused, others panic stricken in fright, and still others furious with the wrath bestowed upon them). No, we are not usually something of comfort to one another – we do not love one another, we merely made the perfect team – and yet amidst it all, there is a kinship here – the fact that regardless of emotion or amore, it is Eight’s duty to connect you to the world, to keep you safe.
He jerks slightly with your uncharacteristic greeting – but it is comforting, the first touch he has had since the creation of your children so long ago. He reaches down and rests his head slightly and quickly atop yours – a reassurance. This isn’t a dream.
<i> “I am alright, it’s okay. You are too? I haven’t seen an injured soul yet..”</i> He scans the ever growing crowd of confusion. <I> “I haven’t found the children. I haven’t felt them here yet.”</i> He looks towards her, with almost sorrow and pity in his eyes. <i> “Topsail.. This place. Well, here..”</I> It was unlike him to be at a loss of words. <i> “There is no more magic. Up here, it seems there is. But I traveled down.. and once I leave the Mountain, even I am powerless. You cannot speak down there”</i> Does this make it more of a nightmare now?
<p class="eight_name">∞</p><p class="eight_quote">and now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in</p></div></div></center>
XImageTransform.Microsoft.gradient( startColorstr='#00000000', endColorstr='#ffffff',GradientType=0 );}.eight_message {position: relative;z-index: 10;text-align: justify;font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif;padding: 15px;color: #242424;border-right: 25px solid #5E5E5E;border-bottom-right-radius: 30px;}.eight_quote {position: relative;z-index: 10;text-align: center;font: 16px 'Times New Roman', serif;font-style: italic;color: #242424;}.eight_name {position: relative;z-index: 10;text-align: center;font: 42px 'Times New Roman', serif;color: #242424; padding: 0;margin: 0;}</style><center><div class="eight_border"><div class="eight_container"><img class="eight_image" src="http://i.imgur.com/Waz1O.jpg"><div class="eight_gradient"></div><p class="eight_quote">no matter what they say, I am still the king</p><div class="eight_message">If you were only dreaming, my mouse skinned girl. What a dream it would be. Who could imagine that the Fairy would ever cause such a reckoning? Who ever thought that any of us as a whole would have to pay for our debts? And it seemed we would all pay dearly. There was no way to wake up from this – and the fog from your mind is quite real, a rolling entity that shrouds snippets of Beqanna – a curtain to reel back at a later time. This is no dream – this is the top of the world, a proverbial valley below you (perhaps it is a bit like home, right?).
As he crests the mountain, he feels it – your voice reverberating in his head. You heard him, perhaps he even called you from your slumber, pulling you from a dream that was perhaps better than this tumult. Your life is a dream now, Topsail.
You meet at last, the tethers of the mind drawing you closer, through the milling bodies (some dazed and confused, others panic stricken in fright, and still others furious with the wrath bestowed upon them). No, we are not usually something of comfort to one another – we do not love one another, we merely made the perfect team – and yet amidst it all, there is a kinship here – the fact that regardless of emotion or amore, it is Eight’s duty to connect you to the world, to keep you safe.
He jerks slightly with your uncharacteristic greeting – but it is comforting, the first touch he has had since the creation of your children so long ago. He reaches down and rests his head slightly and quickly atop yours – a reassurance. This isn’t a dream.
<i> “I am alright, it’s okay. You are too? I haven’t seen an injured soul yet..”</i> He scans the ever growing crowd of confusion. <I> “I haven’t found the children. I haven’t felt them here yet.”</i> He looks towards her, with almost sorrow and pity in his eyes. <i> “Topsail.. This place. Well, here..”</I> It was unlike him to be at a loss of words. <i> “There is no more magic. Up here, it seems there is. But I traveled down.. and once I leave the Mountain, even I am powerless. You cannot speak down there”</i> Does this make it more of a nightmare now?
<p class="eight_name">∞</p><p class="eight_quote">and now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in</p></div></div></center>