A creature of soul...

¤ XII (Rdx) ¤ - Reunited - [Audio]

2011-08-12T08:48:02Z

A delightful success. I must have worried over nothing.

[There's a pause.]

Hello, academy. My dear friend. My old comrade-in-arms. My arch-nemesis. My cohort. My enemy. My everything.

I've missed you.

¤ XI ¤

2010-10-04T06:37:04Z

...
Well.

It appears I went missing.
I'm sorry for the concern.

I'll be attending my classes regularly starting tomorrow.

[ooc: I am back as I said I'd try to be, however, I'm suffering health issues, which I hope will go away in the next couple of days. Forgive me if my tags aren't one hundred percent on top of everything immediately. You can assume that OoCly, Voile has been ill this entire time.]

¤ X ¤ (What is this hiatus, what I never)

2010-08-02T00:16:24Z

Humans are very silly creatures.
Fickle with ideals, beliefs, and affections.
Quick to stir to irrationality.

This school never ceases to truly capture my attention with the variety of feelings people express.
It is, at times, as great as a symphony.

[Voile is, as subtle as possible, prodding this business between Giovanni and Silver, as well as other things in general.]

¤ IX ¤

2010-07-09T08:14:19Z

I am... at a loss.

I'm not sure how I should feel at all. The class itself, the material, and the discussion, like any other class was filled with many things that are good for expanding upon. I'm so very mixed about it all, though.

Just how appropriate was it to bring up? And why does it seem like there are personal motives involved instead of collective benefit? I'm having a difficult time really putting my heart into everything I said I'd do. Does that make me any better? No, I don't believe it does.

Perhaps I'm not cut out for all of this.

¤ VIII ¤

2010-06-08T16:46:48Z

The classes have started again.
I went absent for some of them. I've been under the weather for a little bit. Nothing makes you feel quite as good, however, than bed rest and cosying up with a good book.

Time heals all wounds, I've been told. I think even mine are recovering, too. A little slow is the process, but that's to be expected.

How's everyone else doing?

¤ VII ¤

2010-05-03T07:11:19Z

No.
We cannot all have what we wish to have.
What a pity.

[OoC: Voile is back from her journey to Lilycove. She may not be the most receptive, however.]

¤ VI ¤ [Narrative]

2010-04-27T09:28:36Z

Egad.

It had been something entirely different, her experience in the school. Voile had spent more than enough time contemplating how things would proceed, how they could proceed, and how they should. Those were three very different ideals, executed by three different types of people for different reasons. Those with the never-ending possibilities and theories opened their minds to all potential situations and predicaments. Those who were brash and capable of taking the initiative rushed head first into battle -- and not surprisingly, a few lost their precious appendages. And those who were logical and analytical to a point made the tactical maneuvres.

Aside from heart, from feelings, from tenderness, and from care, Voile favoured logic above all other things. Her ability to judge people and her ability to determine the truth from the lies set her apart and gave her the advantage. In a battle of wits when it came down to the bare structure of a person, she was a worthy opponent. When it came to worldly things, however, she was too easily stamped out and far too easily influenced.

That was precisely what Cyrus had done. He had charmed her with words and ideas. He had charmed her with the oh-so-dramatic flicks of his wrist and the proud stride in which he carried himself, the smooth gait, the confidence he exuded, and his overall persona. It was so impressionable that the longer she stayed around it, the more she saw herself change, the more she felt it, and the more she longed to push herself into denial. These were not simple things to talk about either. From an empathetic creature who was more or less one-sidedly confined to her obligations as a Gardevoir, Voile felt restrained. Restrained, chained, and a captive of her own species.

It was when she felt it tug upon her heart most of all that she felt it was well within her right and her own personal safety that she was to go. She had seen precisely what she'd wanted to see. She had experienced it all. She would hastily turn away from it, with no regrets, with no remorse, and she believed with every aching pounding of her heart that she would never once stop to look back. That temptation of all things was to be trampled upon and destroyed.

And most of all, she had acquired precisely what she'd wanted: the ability to take on a human form.

Leafy hands drew over the door and for just a moment, her expression softened. She had told Mint she would inform when she'd decided to return to Lilycove. Yet she'd gone so far as to break the implied promise. Was it the same as a lie? Yes. Perhaps to some degree it was. She was tormented by the thought. If Mint never forgave her, then perhaps it was all for the better. How could Voile grow to care for any other without first taking care of herself? How could she ever truly focus, truly concentrate when the emotions of the institution sat within her?

The simple answer was that she couldn't.

Voile turned from the door, eyed the quiet corridor and as quietly as she had slipped in, the Gardevoir made her way out into the night. As her eyes met the blackened sky, she realised how very apparent it was that she had loved and longed for home much longer than she'd anticipated or willingly admitted. Yes, this was all for the better she would constantly tell herself.

I'll be coming home to you. I want to be at your side the way I feel I need to be.

Behind her, the empty hallway, and a door kept company by an endearing card, words written in the same script she always used for her lecture notes.

"Headmaster,

I'll be returning home.
You've my infinite gratitude for your consideration, your kindness, and your respect.
I do wish you the very best.

Sincerest Regards,
Voile"

[OoC: Long story short, Voile is headed back to Lilycove (not permanently). Yes, of course there's room for plot here if you're interested. Otherwise, she'll come back when she comes back. This is entirely for her character development, and anyone who potentially feels they should be a part of it.]

[OoC] FST Volume I - A Creature of Soul

2010-04-23T09:23:05Z

What is this, you ask? Mako got creative and over the last couple of months has had the temptation to make what is called a Fan Soundtrack for Voile and her adventures in Smash Academy. Want to know more?

~ 01. Farewell Lilycove ~
[The Beatles // She's Leaving Home]

Wednesday morning at five o'clock
as the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen
clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the back door key
Stepping outside she is free

She (We gave her most of our lives)
is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives)
home (We gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home after living alone for
so many years (Bye bye)

~ 02. Her 'Compassion' ~
[Three Days Grace // Pain]

You're sick of feeling numb
You're not the only one
I'll take you by the hand
And I'll show you a world that you can understand

This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn't work
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out you will understand

~ 03. That Man's Entrance ~
[Lady GaGa // Monster]

He ate my heart
He a-a-ate my heart out
(You amaze me)

Look at him
Look at me
That boy is bad
And honestly
He’s a wolf in disguise
But I can’t stop staring in those evil eyes

~ 04. Beloved Insecurities ~
[Nelly Furtado // I'm Like a Bird]

Your faith in me brings me to tears
Even after all these years
And it pains me so much to tell
That you don't know me that well
And though my love is rare
Though my love is true

I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is
(And baby all I need for you to know is)
I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is , I don't know where my home is
All I need for you to know is...

~ 05. The Trainer ~
[3 Doors Down // Here Without You]

A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face

I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time

I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me

~ 06. Smash Academy ~
[The Beatles // Getting Better]

It's getting better all the time
I used to get mad at my school
The teachers who taught me weren't cool
You're holding me down
Turning me round
Filling me up with your rules

I've got to admit it's getting better
A little better all the time
I have to admit it's getting better
It's getting better
Since you've been mine

~ 07. The Echidna ~
[Lady GaGa // So Happy I Could Die]

Happy in the club with a bottle of red wine
Stars in our eyes ‘cuz we’re having a good time

Eh-eh
Eh-eh
So happy I could die
Be your best friend
Yeah I’ll love you forever
Up in the clouds
We’ll be higher than ever

Eh-eh
Eh-eh
So happy I could die
And it’s alright

~ 08. Turning Hearts ~
[Britney Spears // Unusual You]

Nothing about you is typical
Nothing about you is predictable
You got me all twisted and confused,
It's all new

Up til now I thought I knew love
Nothing to lose and it's damaged 'cause
Patterns will fall as quick as I do
But now...

~ 09. Fear's Grasp ~
[Evanescence // Bring Me to Life]

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb
Without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home

Wake me up
(Wake me up inside)
I can't wake up
(Wake me up inside)
Save me
(Call my name and save me from the dark)

Wake me up
(Bid my blood to run)
I can't wake up
(Before I come undone)
Save me
(Save me from the nothing I've become)

~ 10. Her Sympathy ~
[System of a Down // Lonely Day]

Such a lonely day
Shouldn't exist
It's a day that I'll never miss

Such a lonely day
And it's mine
The most loneliest day of my life

And if you go,
I wanna go with you
And if you die,
I wanna die with you
Take your hand and walk away

~ 11. Her Philosophy ~
[Avril Lavigne // Keep Holding On]

You're not alone
Together we stand
I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand
When it gets cold
And it feels like the end
There's no place to go
You know I won't give in
No I won't give in

Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

~ 12. No Silver Lining ~
[Hilary Duff // Stranger]

Did I ever do anything that was this cruel to you?
Did I ever make you wonder who was standing in the room?
You made yourself look perfect in everyway,
So when this goes down, I'm the one that will be blamed.
Your plan is working so you can just walk away,
Baby your secret's safe.

There's no kindness in your eyes,
The way you look at me, it's just not right.
I can tell what's going on this time,
There's a stranger in my life.
You're not the person that I once knew.
Are you scared to let them know it's you?
If they could only see you like I do,
Then they would see a stranger too...

¤ V ¤

2010-04-19T08:07:52Z

It was... interesting.

All of this is a luxury. How much of it do we take for granted? How much of it do we eventually feel we deserve instead of earning the privilege?
It's not a right. It's a convenience.

I'm beginning to wonder exactly how right I was.

He's a wolf in disguise,
But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes.

¤ IV ¤

2010-04-08T21:54:26Z

I'm afraid I have a bit of a silly question. Perhaps I just haven't been paying attention enough -- which is entirely plausible -- but there's quite a bit of talk about this... "prom". What exactly is that?

From my observation, it seems to be some type of social gathering, and it appears to be imperative to attend with another. What I fail to understand is that if you are going and friends of yours are going, and you're all going, doesn't that already mean you're attending with your friends? I'm not sure I understand what's being gotten at.

You people are very strange indeed.

I would imagine for this gathering, it's likely less acceptable to come as a-- Well. No. I suppose it doesn't really matter.

¤ III ¤

2010-03-23T06:32:46Z

What a strange world I've stumbled into.
I'm not sure I belong at all. Even if I don't, however, I can't help except to stare with prying eyes.

In spite of it all, the quaint, the odd, the mourning, every feeling is like a colour, and every colour is beautiful.
Or perhaps that's the romantic in me speaking.

I must miss home. Already. ~~Or him.~~

¤ II ¤

2010-03-12T06:26:53Z

The clock tower is fascinating. Up there it feels like an entirely different world than to be on the ground.

The people here are interesting. Some of them are kind. Some seem to be less than. Everyone is unique, however, and not a single person feels like another. It's as though I can reach my hands into the heads of others and acquaint myself with them like that. I can admit I want so much of this knowledge. Knowledge is the true power and the actual ability to make things progress.

I enjoy my classes so far as well, although I feel a little subconscious if I'm under the impression people stare. There doesn't seem to be anyone else here who looks remotely like me and I haven't... found a way to make myself like the others just yet. I wonder when I'll be able to do exactly that.

I'd like to see more around the school, however. Are there any kinds of folk stories about the area or the people? I really like stories.

¤ I ¤

2010-02-18T06:14:44Z

I thought it would be just a story. The kind of story that parents tell their children. The kind of story that leaps from the pages of a book right into your heart. I had truly believed that, because the words were just too good to be true.

I've never been so happy to be proven wrong. I've come along and I feel as though I've been given a pair of wings. I'm not hasty enough to just traipse in, turn about, and excuse myself. I'll be staying here for some time, until I believe I can return to my trainer.

And when I am capable of it... when I do...
I hope he'll be as happy as I am at this very moment.

How wonderful it is that this place is not a dream.