Showing posts with label Luminari. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Luminari. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Short Story: Flight at Dusk

The city at dusk was wild.

Lithe young legs carried her through the jungle of stone and clay, past barred windows and locked doors, over barbed wire fence and through alleyways, all to the pursuing barks of dogs. The rusted streetlamps at the end of each block were coming alive as she passed them, as if the city itself were chasing her. Still far behind, the lights of police cars quested, searching every nook and cranny of Santa Mariela.

Her lungs were on fire and her muscles ached, but she continued to run. The dogs were growing closer. And water! How she needed water, would die for but a sip of water right now! Why couldn't it rain just this once? But her thirst would have to go on unquenched until she reached home and was tugged into the safety and security of the dark house with its traps. Only there could she finally stop, and ease her burdens of that night's events, and finally take a breath of relief. Only when she was told that she was done, by that soothing, authoritative voice, could she rest, never to have to pick up her bow again. In her mind, she could still see the arrow, flying...

A gunshot pierced the darkening sky, with clouds that seemed to bleed the dusky reddish hue of early night and fading day. There were louder, more intense barks, snarling and the scrabbling off paws coming from Reyes Avenue, into where it crossed Rua Fontane, the street she'd been following to her freedom. It would not be safe any longer--she quickly veered out of the glow of the streetlamp, launching herself up onto a closed dumpster and making the leap over another fence. She cleared the barbed wire--but her sandal didn't. It snagged and came loose, the strap broken in half after wear and tear with this last bit of stress. She tumbled to the ground, a segment of the barbed wire rolling with her and cutting open the skin along her shin. She struggled onto her feet, ignoring the pain and the blood dripping down her leg onto the sand, the salt making the wound sting, and began to run again, into the dark, smoky alley. Even though its depths were unknown, it was a thousand times better than the certain punishment that came after her.

She remembered hearing in school the old stories of Gardenians in the States of Cordelia, over a hundred years ago, who were accused of killing a police chief, and found innocent. They were killed anyways, killed because they were foreigners and the Cordelians were jealous of their success. But... the situation was different here. The officer had been from Rochester, and he was the minority here, in Rubato. Would they even bother to fully investigate his death? Could they not just sweep it under the rug, as other places did? She could only hope so.

The alley was longer than she had first remembered. The city felt different at night, less familiar, easier to be lost in and never heard from again. Even though it wasn't late, there seemed to be no activity in the homes she passed, no lights on or sounds of conversation. It was just as well... she didn't wish to be seen as she was. She turned another corner, and saw the far-off beacon of the lamp in the Madrigal window, gleaming through the dusky gloom. Almost there. Almost safe.

She kept running until she collided into a soft, dark shape, and two wrinkled hands forced her to look up. The old, earthy brown eyes set in the sagged, bronze face seemed to look upon the dirty, bloodied girl with pity as her chest rose and fell in frantic breaths.

"What is wrong, my child...?" the worried, motherly voice spoke in Rubatoian. She brushed aside the girl's dark curls, matted to her head with cool sweat. When the girl pretended not to understand her, she drew her own conclusions, "What have you done...? You have a heavy heart..."

The old eyes were knowing... the girl looked into them, finding understanding there, wanting this woman to alleviate her pain and guilt, and tell her everything would be okay. It wasn't her fault, and... and things would end here! She was truly sorry!

But she didn't ask the woman to tell her any of those things. She just gave a stuttered cry, a release of tension, a sad and frightened and panicked sound, and darted out of her grasp, past her and into the dim light of the open street. She didn't stop running until she reached the back of the Madrigal house, at a staircase that descended into the basement, and the third pair of hands that had grabbed her that night pulled her into the dark. Hurriedly, the door was locked, and a lamp in the corner was switched on.

"The kill was efficient, and so was the clean-up, but you could stand to run away better. Don't you always flee well from fights? What happened there, irminha? You tripped?"

There was only a whimper in response from the trembling, wounded child on the floor. She clutched at her leg and stared down, away from the demanding glare of her sister.

"Well, Callahann is dead, so you've completed your task for the family este noche. Bom. They will only get harder from here, though, so quit crying. Grow some backbone," the lady in the red dress, hands held imperially on her hips, turned to the younger, serene-looking woman on the sofa. "Luminari, fix her up. I don't want bloodstains on the carpet."

The younger woman gave a nod, and smiled as she came over towards the girl on the floor. The smile was not a particularly kind smile, just one that seemed to say, "Good job." There was something about it that the girl had never really liked...

Her sister bent down and wiped the blood along the cut on her shin with a cloth, magic glowing around her other hand. The little particles of light collected around the wound, and then disappeared into it. Moments later, the stinging had stopped. It was starting to heal. The girl might have thanked her, but knew it would mean nothing. She brushed herself off and tried to stand. Her hands were still quivering.

"Go and sleep," the woman in red commanded her. "Tomorrow, you shall be taking a... delivery to a Signor Córdoba, a private detective in Cernilia. If he does not... cooperate," she smiled at this, "then... you know how to deal with him. Hasta mañana."

The lamp was flicked off, and Cadenza was left to rest for the night.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Madrigal sisters and Avello mini-profiles

::The following still needs to be rewritten::

Name: Avello

Age: 4

Race: Dragon

Sex: Male

Eyes: A vivid, slightly yellowish green.

Weight: Several tons
Height: As large as a two-story house

Skills/Magic: Being a dragon, Avello is capable of flight and breathing fire, and has tough, steel-like scales, horns, teeth, and claws.

Appearance: Avello is an adolescent dragon with brilliant violet scales, short white cranial horns, and bright, curious green eyes. His wings are strong and graceful, and their span is longer than he is tall, making them one of his most striking of features. He usually has a hint of mischief on his face, and is very expressive for a reptile, as he was raised by a human and not by fellow dragons.

Personality: As one of the two living beings he first saw, Avello has developed a strong attachment to his owner Cadenza, and is often worried over her well-being. He hates to leave her side, content in following her like a baby duck does its mother, and when refused that option, can become fussy and a little rebellious. He’s accustomed to her attitude and unemotional way of showing care for him, and follows most of her orders without question. Towards others, he’s quiet and somewhat stand-offish, unless they give him a reason to behave otherwise.

"xD Yes, my teacher at the Dome, LEA, had her character Sileya saddle Cadenza with the responsibility of guarding and caring for an abandoned dragon egg (and later, the dragon that hatched from it.) Cadenza was grudging, as with many things, at first, but the little bugger started to grow on her. Avello, as she named him ("conqueror of the skies" in an old language, she explained then), is a purple dragon with yellow-green eyes and cream horns, who's grown darn fast, from a mischievous little runt to a big, oafish, well-meaning behemoth. He loves his momma like the dickens and enjoys dumpster diving for snacks, along with big cuts of slightly-cooked meat. x3

His speech is a mixture of natural dragon grunting, roaring, groans, etc. and his best attempts to mimic human sounds, as heard from his "mother" Cadenza. His most recognizable word is "morgh", for "mom" or "mommy". x3 Cadenza often treats him with tough love, and calls him various nicknames, like "lardbag", "tubs", etc. He likes being petted best between the horns, and doesn't know his own strength most of the time. His fire gets some of its heat from chemicals mixing in his moody tummy, but he seems to be able to digest most things, much of it junk.

He considers Cadenza his mother, without question, no matter how much you insist to him that a human could not have given birth to a dragon. It does not matter to him who produced his egg and left him. She raised him, from a baby, to his strange, eventful "puberty", and now into the big beast he is today, showing love in her own way, even during what was a rough time for her then, when she'd first gotten him (the big climax to her power struggles with her sisters, her eldest sister's death, adjusting to the Dome, mourning her first husband, mother's illness, etc.) He considers Kate and Jessi his sisters, and isn't sure what to think of his mommy's "mate", Rain, because he sees his kindness and gentleness as being "submissive". xD He registers his mother's more tough love as just a natural display of who is the matriarch in the family, the protector and provider. Tirry's dragon Laurana is also now like a sister to him, and a dear new friend.

He lives in Cadenza's huge backyard, behind the big new house she inherited when her old boyfriend Johnny Bones ascended to Heaven. He drinks water from tubs, hates wet weather (so the desert is great for him), and only lets Cadenza feed him much of the time, because she throws his food at him, like he likes. He likes catching it in his teeth. All in all, he's a curious, quirky, funny dragon. x3 She's had him for years now. He's a part of the family.

*rambles*

Uncolored pic of him: http://superaiko.deviantart.com/art/ZUBA-Avello-Relaxing-133155087]ZUBA: Avello Relaxing by ~SuperAiko on deviantART"


The Other Madrigal Sisters (profiles to be used as reference for "Her Rebellion" and future works):

Name: Algretta Madrigal

Age: 35

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Hair: Black, long, and straight. Tied up in a tight braid, with short, side-swept bangs that barely reach past her brows.

Eyes: Cerulean blue

Weight: 137 pounds

Height: 5’5 1/2”

Weapon: A metallic rod, with blue steel rings at the base of a pentagonal head.

Armor: None

Skills/Magic: Algretta specializes in water magic, but her true skills reside in the handling of machinery and other technology.

Staccato Burst Water- Hurls short, intensified bursts of pure water magic at an enemy.

Harmony- After chanting a spell (usually taking from 2-3 minutes), Algretta may call upon a spell from one of her other sisters. Strength of spell depends on proximity of other sisters.

Song of the Madrigal- A lyrical song written in Old Rubatoian for Cadenza and her four sisters by their mother Sonya, the song of the Madrigal is a chant that allows one sister in a desperate situation to bind the magic of another sister, or send her own power to that sister, whichever she chooses. Each sister has another that is their contrast, and is the one they have the power to bind; for Vivace with her fire, there is Algretta with water; for Luminari with light, there is Cadenza with shadow. Arietta with wind is their mother's contrast, for earth, and serves as a balance; when she sings the spell, whatever the other sisters may have changed is returned to normal, and powers are restored.

The spell has only been used once so far, by Cadenza, in Let's Start Anew, when she sang it to bind her sister Luminari's powers in order to purge the Spirit of Light from her. Algretta has yet to reveal her part in the song.

It is unknown what might have happened had all five sisters ever sung the song together, but with Vivace's death, it will never be learned.

Appearance: Algretta is the only one of the Madrigal sisters to wear glasses. She prefers to wear a thin, navy blue rimmed pair, with lenses that function like transitional lenses. Like all of her family, she has an olive complexion. She also wears mascara and blue eyeshadow on occasion.

Algretta wears a loose-fitting, blue cotton blouse, with dark blue buttons up the front, and a pair of navy blue trousers. Her pants are cinched at the waist by a gray utility belt filled with odds and ends used when tinkering with machinery. On her feet, she wears black slippers with a fish pattern embroidered in blue gemstones.

Personality: Of all the sisters left in Rubato, Algretta seems the least perturbed by the recent turn of effects, and maintains her cool, calculating demeanor and measured approach to life. She exalts logic over emotion, and has thusly remained the most stable person living in the Madrigal household.

Known Inventions:-Wormhole generator and tracker (as seen in "Reasons and Motives")
-Restorative elixir (as seen in "An Unexpected Reunion")
-Beeping internal tracking device (as seen in "An Unexpected Reunion")
-Shocker bracelet (as seen in "On the Sandy Streets")
-Temperature bracer (as seen in "Her Rebellion")


Name: Luminari Madrigal

Age: 32

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Hair: Black, shoulder-length, and very curly. Held back from face by a headband made of pink fabric.

Eyes: Deep green

Weight: 119 pounds

Height: 5’4 1/2”

Weapon: None, her sword being taken from her by Cadenza for use in her gunblade

Armor: None

Skills/Magic: Luminari specializes in light magic and is an amateur healer.

Staccato Burst Light- Hurls short, intensified bursts of pure light magic at an enemy.

Harmony- After chanting a spell (usually taking from 2-3 minutes), Luminari may call upon a spell from one of her other sisters. Strength of spell depends on proximity of other sisters.

Purify- When successful, heals most non-lethal wounds. Amount of energy consumed depends on severity of wound. Spell takes 8-10 minutes to complete.

Song of the Madrigal- A lyrical song written in Old Rubatoian for Cadenza and her four sisters by their mother Sonya, the song of the Madrigal is a chant that allows one sister in a desperate situation to bind the magic of another sister, or send her own power to that sister, whichever she chooses. Each sister has another that is their contrast, and is the one they have the power to bind; for Vivace with her fire, there is Algretta with water; for Luminari with light, there is Cadenza with shadow. Arietta with wind is their mother's contrast, for earth, and serves as a balance; when she sings the spell, whatever the other sisters may have changed is returned to normal, and powers are restored.

The spell has only been used once so far, by Cadenza, in Let's Start Anew, when she sang it to bind her sister Luminari's powers in order to purge the Spirit of Light from her. Luminari is identified in the song as "the light; the tempo; the one who gives energy to the song."

It is unknown what might have happened had all five sisters ever sung the song together, but with Vivace's death, it will never be learned.

Appearance: Luminari wears an ensemble consisting of a yellow, mid-length dress, silver chain belt, and pink, button-up shrug. She has an olive-complexion, and wears yellow eyeshadow and pink lipstick, along with matching pink pearl earrings and a necklace. As for shoes, Luminari wears a pair of pink, comfortable slippers, similar to Cadenza's old ones.

Personality: Luminari was utterly broken by the loss of her sister and idol, Vivace. While she tries to maintain a peaceful exterior, on the inside, she’s become an emotional wreck, and retains her unpredictability in her actions.


Name: Arietta Madrigal

Age: 31

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Hair: Black, wavy, and short. Tied up in a loose ponytail with messy, side-swept bangs.

Eyes: Light green

Weight: 125 pounds

Height: 5’5”

Weapon: A collection of nine steel throwing knives, and a small metallic boomerang.

Armor: Steel gauntlets that restrict motion in the wrists slightly, but protect hands from blades.

Skills/Magic: Arietta specializes in wind magic, but is the weakest magically of all her sisters.

Staccato Burst Wind- Hurls short, intensified bursts of pure wind magic at an enemy.

Harmony- After chanting a spell (usually taking from 2-3 minutes), Arietta may call upon a spell from one of her other sisters. Strength of spell depends on proximity of other sisters.

Song of the Madrigal- A lyrical song written in Old Rubatoian for Cadenza and her four sisters by their mother Sonya, the song of the Madrigal is a chant that allows one sister in a desperate situation to bind the magic of another sister, or send her own power to that sister, whichever she chooses. Each sister has another that is their contrast, and is the one they have the power to bind; for Vivace with her fire, there is Algretta with water; for Luminari with light, there is Cadenza with shadow. Arietta with wind is their mother's contrast, for earth, and serves as a balance; when she sings the spell, whatever the other sisters may have changed is returned to normal, and powers are restored.

The spell has only been used once so far, by Cadenza, in Let's Start Anew, when she sang it to bind her sister Luminari's powers in order to purge the Spirit of Light from her. Arietta has yet to reveal her part in the song.

It is unknown what might have happened had all five sisters ever sung the song together, but with Vivace's death, it will never be learned.

Appearance: Arietta is considered the ugly duckling of the Madrigal family, although many men still seem to find her attractive. She wears a tight-fitting green halter top with a matching green choker made of cloth, and black capri pants. On her feet, she wears short black boots.

Like all of her other sisters, she has an olive-colored complexion. She also wears green eyeshadow, to go along with the green-theme of her outfit.

Personality: Arietta initially felt lost and confused without her sister Vivace’s commands, but is gradually beginning to think for herself and act independently. She’s also begun to be a source of solace for her distraught sister, Luminari, and her ill mother, Sonya.