#aegira

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Aegira from Alchemy of Blood by Olga Isyanova

[aegira-ampora]

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Well, here's the first shot at the voice of Aegira! Hope you guys enjoy it!

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Just a small excerpt, if nobody's read yet.

It was a yellowed sheet of paper, standard size and properly folded into threes. She plucked it from the binding where it was loosely lodged and unfolded it, humming in sudden inquiry as her hands skimmed across a large diagram of what appeared to be… a propeller engine. “Now, why would this be stuck in the pages?” she asked herself, her dark optical sphere quizzingly trying to vie for a solution. She looked at the text behind it, an article about the hemospectrum and its mutations. She sighed- he was always discussing her privileges as the highest of the land dwellers (even among indigo-blooded individuals), and how she was his ‘perfect angel’ and all of that.

Beneath the words were some very small fonts, which were actually quite surprising. The book must have been hundreds of sweeps old in order for the text to be that way, perhaps even thousands of sweeps. She hadn’t seen the frail edges, and when she moved her hand, the junction of the page with the air ripped ever so slightly that it created a distilling snipping sound in the air, so short that had her guardian been there, he’d question whether or not he’d actually heard it.

What surprised her was that one of the words was underlined, but contained no information due to an angry but neatly blotted out description. It begged the question of what information had actually been there, and piqued her thinkpan like no other.

She sighed, setting the book aside and getting up, pinning the piece of paper she’d found to her bulletin which hung over her desk, where her snaptop was sitting, opened and full of its usual incandescence. Whatever it was, she planned to examine it later, but not while she went tooling around on Trollian. It was too late to be thinking too much of anything, especially with the incident that only seemed to transpire a couple minutes ago. Carefully, Aegira placed the book aside and found a small blanket in her closet, a soft thing that her guardian used to pacify her when she was only a wriggler.

She wrapped it around her now, the faint smell of lilacs and soap surrounding her and relaxing her into a much deeper state of calm than her recuperacoon ever was able to. Somedays, she wished she didn’t HAVE to sleep in that thing, but it always came back to what was proper and improper, practical and practical, domestic to Alternian life and completely foreign.

“If there was a different alternative to sleeping, I’d take it at the first opportunity,” she said, getting comfortable in her chair.

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OCs are highly encouraged, but I also SEVERELY need to practice reactions with other canon trolls and humans. 

(By OC, I mean both human AND troll.)

Hope to see you there- this'll help me bounce ideas off the wall.

I may need an Eridan. *MAY* need, meaning it's not required but it might be helpful. Otherwise, I'll need to change situations to a different point along the story.

^-^ Nerita Gotaff, head of Timebound AU

P.S. (I am sweetHarlequin)

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Timebound Q&A with Aegira Ampora

Aegira: So, before MasterFerra decides to ignite the bandwagon and start the show, are there any questions as to what Timebound is, or what role I may play in it?

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Introducing my new Homestuck AU, Timebound!

So, I decided that I was going to make a Homestuck AU, featuring all new characters of questionable emotional, mental, and personal stability. However, I am having trouble naming all of the characters except for the main character, Aegira.

((Yes, if you've been on MSPARP, Aegira is my original character.))

So, without further adieu, I give to the short and sweet teaser to my AU, Timebound.

Please enjoy!

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  Grasping. Pushing. Gasping. Soaking. Breathing.

Flooding.

Burning.

…

…drowning.

  This was the cycle I often was a part of in my everyday life on my home planet. I lived with my guardian, on an abandoned ship on an island, where I was isolated from the world. It seemed as though life was bleak for me. With my nightmares steadily increasing, I felt no escape. Each day, another ‘practice’. Each night, another scream of ethereal anguish.

It never seemed to end.

Well, until I fell into a dark and dank dream.

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“AUGH!”

Pain. It was the first thing that enveloped my body as I entered my dreams. There was fire licking my face, my feet, my torso. I felt blood trickling down from my head, and I felt my throat becoming parched.

And then, there were words from my mouth. Blantant, violent words.

“…fuck me for thinking I could do as a pleased in peace. Fuck ME FOR NOT UNDERSTANDING SOMETHING INTO WHICH I WAS NEVER BORN! FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! FUCK…Fuck…. fuck…”

And then, sniffling.

“You may have thought you’ve won the battle… but you will NEVER win the war…”

And then, a sudden cessation in breath, followed long after with a scream of torture. My breathing grew slower, as did my vascular system… I was…

..dying…