THE TATTOOLESS GHOST (∑ perspective)

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*77 :: Un Fantasia Finale

*This final fantasy titled "77" is comprised of three co-dependent storylines. These three storylines are 7:∑ ("Seven:Sigma"), ∑xtraσrdinary Ch!ldren, and Hourglass Eternal (depicted by the Hourglass symbol. Yet to be drawn)

THE TATTOOLESS GHOST (∑)

"This city is as strange as it is mysterious. But there is always something of surprise here. You never can be too sure you won't run into another psychic (we call each other "psions") or become on of HER children tomorrow. Ahem...to get back on subject.

Lately, I hear there's been a vigilante out here in our prestigious city. Word on the streets is that THIS particular psion doesn't have a face or a mark to match. Strange. A psion without tattoo from the Goddess? I also heard from the city over that the psion is only out ever out from dusk til the late night and no one ever seems to catch whoever keeping the city's balance. There was a news report this morning about the host recently having an encounter with a silent lady psion that goes to Jehuti Academy in the midst of the phantom making one of the fuckin gangsters bleed out to near death. Yea, apparently there was another vigilante that was taking the mantle from the first one. A young, scatter brained girl from about two years ago. She had been taking down all of the gang families piece by piece for six more months until one night where the cops almost nabbed her. She was never seen again for about another year. Then it hit me. She is that young girl was never seen or captured since that night...
Never seen again but not dead. Then it hit me! Never "seen" until last night. That news report was talking about our fight. Our brief engagement led me to her movements. She was quick, unlike anything I've ever seen from a psion, let alone a regular human. It was almost she was *jumping from place to place during our battles. I couldn't keep up with her to tell but the fact of the matter is I have a lead to deliver to Terron. I need to tell him that I know who that ghost is and that he should stay away from her."

An introspective by "Rain", a female psychokinetic psion.

~But who was recording that fight?~

DIAMOND DENIZENS Part I (7:∑)

Note

*77 :: Un Fantasia Finale

*This final fantasy, 77 or just “Seven” (depending on how the title is represented), is comprised of three co-dependent storylines.

These three storylines are 7:∑ (7:Sigma), ∑xtraσrdinary Ch!ldren, and Hourglass Eternal (depicted by this symbol “⧖”)

Every piece that I write will have the title of an episode, chapter, tale, etc., along the origin storyline.

“Diamond Denizens” Part I (7:∑)

In this school of gifted psychics, the staff members have to know how to maintain control of their students otherwise there’ll chaos in the daily routine. So, the way to control the students' psionic features is thru a special list. Of course this isn't just any list. It's a list with the entire school's psionic signatures on it. ALMOST everyone inside Jehuti Academy’s walls is a psychic of some caliber and there's a committee in this school that maintains the list. What makes this committee such a big deal? Pretty much that THESE people are unknown is what makes them a big deal. Not even to the staff members. No one knows any of the names of the committee and since no one has a name, there’s lead to find the list. To make this urban legend even weirder, everybody in the school knows that there IS such a society. They’re just a society that’s hidden underneath the woodwork since the school’s inception. No one knows their title but there’s one thing that’s always been odd about this school. There are these diamond inscriptions thruout the hallways and in the library. The emblems supposedly have no origin. They’ve just always been here. Yea? I don’t think so. That’s bullshit and also a possible lead.

Author’s note:

I left this piece short on purpose while I develop the rest of the next episode that’s currently IN development. Sue me.

LANA v2 (∑)

Note

*77 :: Un Fantasia Finale

*This final fantasy titled "77" is comprised of three co-dependent storylines. These three storylines are 7:∑ ("Seven:Sigma"), ∑xtraσrdinary Ch!ldren, and Hourglass Eternal (depicted by the Hourglass symbol. Yet to be drawn)

LANA  (∑)

Before she learned her newfound talent, loneliness was her best friend. Long days are spent at a near-empty coffee shop that still SOMEHOW managed to keep their place of business open... ... somehow. Long nights are spent on the quiet playgrounds with only the stars and a forty ounce, sometimes for several nights throughout the school week. Once, she was in the top 30 students with a satisfactory B average GPA point average. Now, she's just a depressed slacker. A social outcast in every shape can be lonesome, especially in a facility where human interaction is impossible to dodge. Her poetry though…such beautiful ballads about humanity have never been spoken. But that was a long time ago and those hymns have been collecting cigarette ashes on their already dusty covers. Perhaps, the poet abandoned her talent since there wasn’t any motivation to fill those pages at the time. Perhaps, there will be just enough motivation from her abusive mother as an excuse to use more ink. Perhaps, the inspiration from daddy’s abandonment ran out about a couple years back. But fuck it. Not much more there but a locket with a picture that conveys more sorrow than a happy memory. Those long afternoons get longer at her favorite coffee spot and those long nights turn into daybreaks from resting on the playground. From the playground to third class arrivals got more truant and so did the detention slips. No big deal. They just go into the same pocket with the empty cigarette box until she can get another cigarette box. Detentions turned into suspensions. Suspensions turned into even longer days of "imprisonment". But one day sparked a wee bit of curiosity in the midst of a “wonderful” rainy day. But the curiosity would get wet in the rain. A concerned coffee-shop attendant gives her a complimentary cup of coffee. Black with four shots of hazelnut, right? One cup won’t hurt the shop and the payment is a conversation; an explanation. He introduced himself. Said that his name was Monty. It must’ve been short for “Montgomery” but he laughed at her assumption. “Monteiro” often took her coffee request due to personal interest. Suspensions weren’t so long anymore. They were occupied by accompaniment and laughter. Monty started to take her father’s place. He even taught her some "magic" so she would never be depressed again...and to start attending school more.

[Let’s use some ink in the "Death Note" dairy.]<-[insert kick ass sound effect here!]
I did not write "Death Note"!

He called it “psychokinesis” and I had never heard of this shit, ever. Monty showed me that he could move objects without even touching them. I mean, his hand’s motions were like water. I was like holy shit dude. He was spinning a goddamn piece of cheap currency IN-FUCKIN-FRONT of me! It was like a goddamn sci-fi movie and it was happening before my eyes like I was a kid at a magic show! This fucking dude was a real life X-men! I was afraid at first but then he told me that there are others like him and so I was thinking "Others? What do you mean? Like you and I aren't the only ones or something?!" Even some of the townspeople that come to the shop! I don’t even know what to believe anymore. I didn’t, I couldn’t. This was just something that I could not fathom. But shit...I knew I could trust Monty and after about a couple of weeks, he tried teaching me how to move a smaller coin with only "force", not "kinesis". Monty told me that the difference was simple. Force only allowed someone to use psychokinetic potential to displace an object or person sorta like throwing a rock OR it was used to reinforce anything that was tangible. Sounds like some basic shit. Okay. I got it. "Shit like that one chick Jean Grey. Got it." Now, kinesis allowed completely controlling any object like throwing the rock and then using kinesis to slowly, emphasis on "slowly", pull it back to your hand from yards away.  SLOWLY! Even though I got confused on the distinctions, I didn’t ask questions and obeyed. I only moved the dime a few inches every day in the first week. Not much progress there but I was determined, usually staying until the shop closed and sometimes longer with Monty there even though he didn't like that I stayed out of school almost all day. LOL. Fuck it. I brought my school work with me! Another two weeks went by and then "SWOOSH!" that same dime shot off my favorite coffee table. We only could stare at it from across the room, stuck in the wall! It was real! It was all real and I never knew it! I moved this goddamn coin with my fucking mind?! And moved like a bullet! Lemme tell you, there is no caliber of freaked out that I can put into words but except those written above…in the midst of his instruction, I only felt free, full, unlimited. I thought from this day on, nothing could touch me dammit. Nothing. After a few months since that free coffee, I was completely a new person. I could move anything I want with just a fuckin’ thought, dude?! Everyone else even noticed a change in my character. I was told I was even more beautiful than I’ve ever been by some people at my school. People I’ve never even noticed before. Fuckin phony ass bitches! LOL! I stayed in school more because of the attention. Monty told me that I was a good kid in his eyes. I just needed a little "push" in life. Yea, this fucking guy made a pun. Fuck you, sensei! LOL!! Crying in his arms seemed so embarrassing because all I wanted TO DO was HUG HIM. I fuckin couldn't. He was just some strange dude until some months ago even though he said he would often see my face more than all the drifters that came in his shop occasionally. HE was the father I never had. He broke my sentimental thought when he asked me if I had ‘The Mark’ on my skin yet. At first I didn’t understand what he meant until he showed me his mark on his right arm. The mark suddenly grew from under his skin instantaneously. It was a deep ink that looked engraved and it read ‘Ψ Κ cinético [Psi Kappa see-neeh-chi-ko]’ and he said when people become what we are; The Goddess of the psion humans embeds an emblem in your skin which signifies the first psychokinetic or clear ability that one learns. We are ‘psychokinetic’. I asked him about the word ‘kinetico’ on his arm and he responded with a soft laugh and pronounced it correctly for me. Now I look dumb. Anyway, he was stating that the word was ‘kinetic’ in his native language. I was really confused and a little bit discouraged because my emblem hadn’t come yet or so I thought until Monty told me that every new psion gets their mark on a few places. Okay, so where's mine? He, then, was taken by surprise of the sudden location of my new emblem. Lol. He had to take a pic of it with his phone to show me since mines was across the back of my neck. It read ‘Ψ Κ potenza’ which is Italian for ‘potential or force’. Soooo, I'm Italian mostly I think. K. Awesome. I hugged him tightly once more before I wanted to take off and try out the new me. I could use my power to feel free. To be free.

She took off towards downtown, running as quick as she could go then she realized something rather important. Her new ability would allow her fly. Her psychokinetic force can be passed to her feet to jump through the expressway. Bing bang boom. No sweat. Downtown is her target, passing every car by jumping from truck to truck was A-1. She virtually was flying as she bounded. Just soaring so high until she made it to the center of the city to mock gravity in its face. With her reinforced hands and feet, it was rather simple to scale any building of her choosing since she could just parkour from rooftop to rooftop. Crying tears of joy when she reached the top of the highest building was on the list before she had the chance to admire the greatest sight she had ever seen.

The lively assortment of colors and diversity in the city’s nightlife…

…so beautiful.

So rare.

While in mid-admiration of Jun-abril City, a thought strikes her. 

“Wait...waaaaait aaaa minute...
-___________________-
Monty told me there are others like us out here...Didn't he? I swear he did. What would I say to them? I don't even know what their marks look like. And what the hell is a "clair" psion anyway? Will their marks be like mine?! *GASP* Are paladins hunting us like that one movie?! O_O. *SIGH* I feel so basic now. These other fuckers are probably amazing at like actually flying and reading thoughts and shit. 
...

...

Buuuuut...I WOULD wanna see what makes them better than us. Well...let’s go play a long game of hide and seek and see what's really up with this psychic shit.”

She stands up once more to admire the continental cyberpunk cityscape one last time before she freeruns across the city’s rooftops yet again to search for the other Psions. Little does she know, a “Clear” from the other side of the city already know SOMETHING'S approaching.

Be free and alive, Lana Torello but DON'T fuckin' kill yourself in your fuckin' first episode, you crazy bitch! You JUST became a main character! GOOODaaaammit!...Why did I ever create her? Oh wait...duh. I fuckin remember.

WANDERER ♀(⧖)

Note

*77 :: Un Fantasia Finale

*This final fantasy, 77 or just “Seven” (depending on how the title is represented), is comprised of three co-dependent storylines.

These three storylines are 7:∑ (7:Sigma), ∑xtraσrdinary Ch!ldren, and Hourglass Eternal (depicted by this symbol “⧖”)

Every piece that I write will have the title of an episode, chapter, tale, etc., along with the origin storyline.

WANDERER ♀

“I somehow found myself walking thru this vast land. It was so bizarre. One minute I’m in Jun-abril City and then the next…

I remember having this idea that demons and humans can co-exist together without trying to kill each other off. There didn’t have to be any wars or lack of food. Demons didn’t HAVE to do this shit! Just the same, humans didn’t have to fear us. I felt like they chose to kill and eat for what both sides thought was integral for their survival on this planet. But when my kin offered me some flesh from the daughter of a fallen holy man, I rejected it and got a little sick. I didn’t wanna eat people. I couldn’t just eat them. They had families. Some of them were dear friends of mine…and my kin were eating them right in front of me. ‘I couldn’t live here,’ I thought. ‘Not here.’ This everyday madness…and this hunger…They demanded me to eat the entrails…and the head of my best friend as they held her head by her once luxuriant hair.

Then this voice led me to this land.

I must’ve been wandering for days, at first, listening to the winds. But it wasn’t just a wind. Under it was a voice. A goddess of some kind. I followed and followed and followed for what seemed like months. I was tired and hungry. When I became tired after wandering about a week straight thru, I gave in and passed out on the grass. I knew I was hungry but I knew I wasn’t hallucinating either. There WAS a woman’s voice and it only spoke during the passing of the winds. I ultimately lost track of time. I slept under the moonlit skies and I arose with the rising sun, synchronously. The temperatures were optimal for both. Those days of wandering gradually began to help me to forget my old life with each passing “day”. And after about what seemed like more months, my hunger dissipated. Hydration wasn’t a problem as I continuously strolled beside a large blue body of freshwater for days. Yea, sure. I was skeptical about drinking the water. It spanned for miles, sparkling. The “wind” telling me to ‘Drink. It’s safe, my child.’ I remembered that it tasted like it was only meant for gods. I never enjoyed water THIS much. I never even took into account where this water started. My yin was already healing itself from some unknown ally that I couldn’t even see but I made it to the “other side” finally. The journey appeared to be as long as seven years but when I awoke in Jun-abril City again, afraid, NO, heartbroken, thinking that I was back where I started. I left Hell and I was here again. The tears didn’t stop for days, even after observing that I was mistaken. A kind man asked me my name and if I had eaten. It was then I realized that I somehow wandered into another J-A City in one day. I was eight years old.”

When I try to explain this story to people, I don’t think they believe me.”

-Demoness Aua, 15 YEARS OLD.  

[EXTRAS]

An Excerpt from episode 1 :: “ΣXTRAσRD!NARY CHILD, SIGMA”

[Aua’s Dreamscape]

A stunning lucid landscape is filled with an unusual breed of luminescent flowers. Lilies, archangels of uncommon hues, gazanias. These are some of the most noticeable amongst the blooms that spanned for what appeared comparable to miles amongst green and blue grasses. The miles upon miles of stunning scenery are accompanied by butterflies that seemed to blend with the colors of the vast land in such a way that made them glow with freshness with every change. Crystal clear, they were yet fluctuating to the obscure as if they knew of a presence watching them but did as they pleased nevertheless.

JUN-ABRIL CITY (7:∑)

Note

*77 :: Un Fantasia Finale

*This final fantasy, 77 or just “Seven” (depending on how the title is represented), is comprised of three co-dependent storylines.

These three storylines are 7:∑ (7:Sigma), ∑xtraσrdinary Ch!ldren, and Hourglass Eternal (depicted by this symbol “⧖”)

Every piece that I write will have the title of an episode, chapter, tale, etc., along with the origin storyline.

JUN-ABRIL CITY (7:∑)

For as long as I’ve been alive, people called this homeland a city when in actuality, it’s a continent. Yea. It’s really just a major continent with a bunch of diverse cities IN it. Its vastness isn’t only measured by the span of the mainland. As the supreme continent, its vastness also comes from its diverse population. Or its extraordinary denizens. Or the legend that makes this city vast as well as cryptic. The story begins with two deity lovers that grew apart after many millennia and split this colossal city in half and placed a locked gate between them from ever seeing one another for all eternity. But as long as I’ve been alive, this city has never been split in half to my knowledge. My grandparent’s grandparents have never seen this city divided either. Needless to say, their grandparents probably hadn’t figured out the myth either. No one still understands this fable because the city isn’t split in half in their eyes. But my mother seems to know the reason for this myth. She used to tell me this bedtime story about this world that housed vile humans and evil spirits called “youkai”. Of course being a kid, anything evil is already considered “bad” or “scary”. She said that side of the world was called “Yin”. It was a world that hadn’t realized the potential of their genes. It was a home for demonic creatures to thrive off the flesh of humanity and destroy the lands that inhabit this “Yin”. It was a scary story for a kid, I’ll admit, but then mom told me something else. “The only reason why that side of the world hadn’t become extinct yet is because of ‘Yang’”. Yang is the side that we live on; where all the good people are. We’re the reason why Yin hasn’t died off yet. It’s a sort of unseen universal balance. My mother said sometimes that demons accidently find their way here, seeking eradication for their sins and the sins of their forefathers. They just…end up here. I didn’t really believe much of this. It sounded like every bedtime story filled with the typical heroes of virtue, humility, wisdom, speed, and keenness and the evil they fight against to protect their humanity from extinction. Corrupt gods and goddesses that seek to purge mankind for their transgressions. Titanic devils that aim to kill gods and mount their heads on display for humans to watch. Taking their hopes

It’s a story of a forgotten era and I do not believe in it.

-Shiguma Tezuka