vibes

vibe check 1

we have this avi, belonging to XSilentStatic at https://dappervolk.com/profile/5375 

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Vibe they give me: 

A winged spirit from the stars above, who tries to guide people down good paths in their lives with her lantern. However, due to the constant mockery from other spirits for trying to "guide the lost", she put on a mask to hide her identity and hide from the pain.

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Story:

Silent waved at the crowd, and stepped down from the podium. She couldn't see any smiles, but she gave them one of her own. As she descended down the stairs, she heard the hubbub made by the other Pixies, and heard what they said.

"She's trying to heal the lost again..."

"That Silent with her delusions..."

"How incompetent! A waste of potential!"

Her heart ached as she heard their whispers, their stinging jabs. She wanted to hide, to run, to escape this prison where she'd never really be accepted. The only place she'd ever be free was the world of humans!

Wait.

Humans...

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Soon, Silent had devised a plan. She would blend in with the "Galactic", a unique Class that was rumoured to come from the stars. Her clothing and her skin would already help. But, of course, the other Pixies occasionally dropped by to check on the World- and dragged escaped Pixies all the way back home, sometimes killing them in the process.

She'd have to deal with that later.

As she pulled her poncho down over her head and walked the streets of Peddler's Port, a faint drip-drip-drip caught her attention. Sliding through the crowd, the dripping led her to an alley...where many things were strewn across the ground.

A collection of crystals, a staff, and a mask- those were all she took. Gluing the crystals to her skin, Silent finished off her outfit by strapping the staff to her back and putting on the seraphim-like mask, then left the alley.

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Five months later, Silent woke up in her starry caravan of constellations, and wondered.

She was completely unrecognisable, no longer the young Pixie from long ago.

So why did her heart still ache? Why did it keep stinging, burning, the old wounds still open? Wasn't she already hidden? Wasn't she safe? Hadn't she lived up to her duty?

Duty.

The word was like a torch in her mind, lighting up an old memory, but only dimly. To remember it fully, she'd have to get back to guiding souls, and perhaps then she would know what was so secret in her own head.

Of course, she hadn't worked for a while...

So why not start now?

Silent brushed off her poncho, straightened her cape, and looked through the crack in her door. A young girl, waiting for Silent to light a candle and show her the future. Perhaps read her palms, or describe her true love. Maybe even conduct a ritual so she could say goodbye to the ones she never managed to say it to.

Enough thoughts. She already had one customer, and figured that that was a good enough start.

She unlocked the door...and let the girl in.