Yoga Day 8-13

This week added three poses with similar lower body postures to bring the sequence up to ten minutes. I had done these poses before this challenge (unlike most of the previous poses), and it was nice to incorporate them into this month of yoga. I could definitely feel a nice stretch after doing the whole sequence, but I didn’t have many opportunities this week to repeat any of it. Every day, I got closer to getting my heels to the floor during downward dog and getting my hands on the ground during standing forward extension (uttanasana). Even though to 30 day challenge suggests taking days 7 and 14 as vacation days, I took day 7 as a day to look at the poses added on day 8 and make sure I had them down. Today, day 14, I did the whole sequence twice since I hadn’t repeated at all during days 8-13. Aside from yoga, the fall semester is winding down as I prepare to take exams next week. Hope everyone’s school/work is going well as we continue this holiday season with Christmas 😀

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Inquisition page 6 – 8

I focus in on the Clang of my staff each time it strikes the cold steal floor. The echoing clang gets louder and louder as I focus in on it. Despite my attempts I cannot block out Nathan’s feeble attempt to strike up a conversation. Everything around me has devolved into meaningless noise. Nathan’s rambles on and my mind hears what he is saying but is not processing anything it’s just part of the ambiance along with the clang of my staff the echoing of footsteps in the distance and the humming and wiring that is inescapable anywhere on the ship. I fight a losing battle in my head as I try to ignore one thing I unintentionally focus in on everything. We pass a trio of workers as we cross each other they glance at Nathan. All three immediately avert their gaze and one even goes white in the face. The dark feeling one gets around Nathan is not easy to get used to and if he were not my constant watch dog I am sure he would still make the pit of my stomach drop every time he walked in the same room. The fear he instills in people without doing a thing infuriates me. I know I cannot seem to affect him with my powers, but other than that he has never displayed a single special display of skill. I can crush a man to dust with a thought yet no one ever fears me until the moment before their death. What can Nathan do? Making a quick glance at Nathan I take in his appearance to judge whether I consider him a menacing looking man. He walks with a smile on a smooth clean shaven face and clean shaven head. No remarkable features besides his amber eyes make his face even slightly memorable. His attire is even unremarkable.  He wears a matt black shock trooper uniform; his helmet held under his arm. He wears heavily armored gloves, shoulder guards, armored boots that might as well have been full leg greaves, and a thick looking chest plate that is standard on guards men uniform. Instead of the normal military uniform he wears what he has said is called an Etherium.  If you covered his ridiculously welcoming smile with the helmet he might be a threatening figure. Even acknowledging his appearance and knowing him very well after five years of him being my close partner nothing about him should be threatening or disturbing. Yet even after all this time with him if I maintain eye contact with him too long I can feel the pit of my stomach fall out. Suddenly I snap out of my thoughts as I hear Nathan” Reed, Reed are you ignoring me?” he exclaims in his monotone voice. I immediately space out again as we walk through a pair of automatic doors and say “always Nathan.” Nathan chuckles at this. As soon as we walk in to the control room a tall women with a tightly tide braid steps down from a thrown like chair in the center of the large circular room, her brown haired braid sways as she turns around. She stands tall and confidently, she wears a skin tight once peace uniform; the neck of it extends all the way up to her jaw, it has no sleeves, and it only extended downward into shorts that end more than six inches above her knees. All that is visible of her arms and legs are a dull silver color; they are mechanical and from rumor are equipped with numerous hidden functions. She looks at the both of us with a smile. On her back she has a dull silver spine following her spine up to where the spin meets her skull and stops there at a circular point. This woman Bel’ann intrigues me; she is the only human being who I have met that is not put off by Nathan, but also enjoys his Company. I consider Nathan a good friend but he still makes me uneasy. Bel’ann waves and Greets Nathan and I, “How was your excursion boys?” Nathan looks away blushing, as I address the question. “Uneventful.” Bel’ann is clearly not paying attention to me as she walks up to us looking at Nathan the whole time. As she stops in front if Nathan, I disengage from the situation as she tries to flirt with a brick wall. Walking up to the throne I lean my right shoulder against it taking some weight off of my leg. Letting out a deep breath I close my eyes and let all the voices flood in. “Have you seen Autumn?”, “They won’t ever know it was me”, “ maybe I can catch some sleep in the engine room”, “ I don’t think I am ready”, “ His arms are so strong, I would like a piece of that.” “I wonder how the captain lost her limbs, what would happen If I asked?” “Does that Parks guys scare anyone else?” “We are wasting so much time on the good for nothing planet” “where is the closest bathroom?” “How long before someone finds out I don’t know what I am doing” “I wonder if lady Moncel can read my thoughts when I think about her.” “We never get to see any action” “I think by big toe is infected” ” These ‘flashlights’ suck” “in the emperors name the constant buzz of this ship is going to drive me insane.” “how do you get permission to get a power sword” “what’s with black everything is black.” “Do Inquisitors get paid?” As I rest against the throne more and more voices join in. the expanse of my mental reach spreads past the ship to every living being below and onward. I snap back into my mind suddenly realizing if any of the claims about cultist activity are true it could be dangerous to reveal my presence. The Clamor of voices dies to a soft buzz in the back of my head. Looking over my shoulder I see Bel’ann is still throwing herself at Nathan, looking forward again I watch the seven or so copilots idly sit around at their stations. I know the only reason they are even here is in case Bel’ann is incapacitated. Bel’ann is Neuro-mechanically linked to the ship so that she may pilot it with her thoughts. This creates wasted staff, but it also gives unparalleled accuracy in maneuvers. Deciding to slink away while Bel’ann has Nathan occupied, I sighlently walk to a small side door that connects to the East bunking hall. Along the hall are two or three dozen doors that all connect to small dorm like rooms that include a bunk bed two desks and bathroom. The walls in every room are multi tool walls. The owner of the room can select a multitude of options to customize their room. I count the doors I pass on my left. On the fourteenth door I stop and will the door open it slides to the side. I broke the door long ago so that it is a cumbersome wall of steel. To open the door one would need to either blast it apart shred the door with an upper class power weapon or have the mental capacity to unlock and slide the door open with their mind. No one else on this ship is a Kinetic so that leaves Liliand whom could probably melt the door with her freakish powers or use that holy sword of hers. Bel’ann possible has the means to open the door. I have heard the rumors her mechanical limbs have the same strength as a power glove. This thought is rather terrifying since I have seen that she does not move slowly she is swift and agile and it is common knowledge that before her injury she was a master in all forms of close combat. I analyze everyone’s abilities as if I was powerless, I am self-aware of my power and the only people I have ever met that I am not sure I could immediately crush are Liliand and Nathan. I do not know the extent of Liliands powers. I also do not know how my kinetic powers interact with her Warp magiks. Nathan I know is an anti-Psyker, I have gathered that, but I do not know what tear to place him. I have encountered blanks and other lower level Anti-Psykers, and my powers have been strong enough that they could not fully suppress them. With how little I actually know about Nathan it might be odd to consider him a good friend. I have never known anyone well though, and I do not lend my trust easily. I see everyone as a potential enemy, but I trust Nathan. Standing at the open door still thinking I walk in slowly, looking at my bare single bed room. The only things in my room our a pile of books at the foot of my bed and a manikin in the corner to the right of the door. As I walk to my bed my armor and cloths fly off and rest on the manikin. The only things that do not leave me are an iron circlet that I wear on my head and my boxer briefs. I sit down on my bed and star at my leg no marks no identification that it is in pain. The screaming pain only ever subsides when I am in the midst of rage and bloodlust. I know the pain I have been cursed with has influenced my development as a violent individual. No matter how great the pain in my leg I do not endanger situations just to elevate my pain, I simple revile in the moments when I can give in to the bloodlust. I know it will only be minutes before we arrive at our next destination, but I will make Nathan come find me so that can add a few more moments. I lie my head down and close my eyes and hope for horrific dreams to come and take the pain away. Even if it is only for a moment.

Inquisitor page 5

Looking down at the broken and charred man at my feet, I can feel my lips curl into a smile. Knowing Parks and Reed were watching the sick satisfaction I feel as I break this man’s body I begin to voice some words of reassurance for Parks. “Stop feeling bad for this traitor Parks, he deserves no sympathy from us. If he or his cohorts managed to gain the upper hand you know they would inflict the worse form of torture their corrupt minds could conjure up.”  The man at my feet began to sob and closed his eyes. An uncontrollable feeling of disgust rushing through my body at the sight of the retched man at my feet turned my smile into a scowl. Turning away from him an impulsive order leaves my lips. “Reed dispose of him now, he is useless, but make it clean this time I don’t want to find bits of this cur in my hair.” I can feel the glee Reed feels at his new orders as he nods with a sadistic smile plastered across his face. I take in every small movement Reed makes as he thrusts his palm out over the man. Reed no longer leaning on his staff for support he stands steady and tall no indication that doing so causes him intense pain. As he slowly closes his hand loud audible cracks emanate from the body of the man on the ground. The surface of his skin ripples with small movements as if worms were crawling right beneath the surface. Hearing my name I look up from the now clearly dead man. Parks is talking to me. ”Do you hate them?” The question puzzles me but I answer regardless. “Of course I do, they are traitors to the God Emperor.” Looks down at the corps and began to talk again. “The Emperor did not hate Horus despite everything he did.” My blood started to boil at this “The Emperor had love for Horus before he was corrupted by Chaos, do you know what I have for Chaos! I have hate nothing but hate, I have never sympathized I have no love for them that can shine through the hate.” Parks sighed and looked away from me. Reed was glares at Parks as he now heavily leans on his staff. Parks actively avoiding Reeds glare looks back at me. “You have never suffered any grievances at the hands of the heretics so how can you hate them?” I look at Reed who is fuming at this point and say. “It’s not what they have done to me it’s what they have don’t to mankind as a whole. “Parks turns and looks at Reed who was burning a hole in the side of parks head with his stare. “Despite any personal vendettas against Chaos, it is not our job to hate them it is our job to pity them.” Reed looking ready to explode spoke through gritted teeth. “Pity, I am supposed to pity them! I was raised by Sorcerers that only saw me as a pawn to be sacrificed. When I started to show promise as a Kinetic and a psychic they readied my sacrifice to the dark Gods. If Liliand had not been raiding the area for the three sorcerers, I would not only be nothing but a husk for the dark gods, but also one of the most terrifying demons to ever walk this plain. During my salvation the demon that was trying to claw its way into our realm and clung onto my soul though I was able to force it out it left clawing and biting with rage. I still feel the unholy pain linger in my right leg; it is a constant reminder of the life that was taken away from me. I am not a person I am an instrument, I was raised as a tool for summoning a greater weapon, but I am a weapon I only live for vengeance.” Parks unblinkingly responds with “I pity you as well.” Reed looks ready to lung at Parks but Reed glances at me as if to remind himself not to attack Parks before turning away from the both of us to collect himself. I give myself a second to process everything Parks and Reed just said. Parks has an incredibly pure and unbiased view of the world and that is one of the reasons why I have included him in my talent. Reed is a much simpler addition in terms of motivation. However what complicates him he is one of strongest Psykers ever recorded. In the event Reed mentioned he was able to force what Intel concluded would have been a demon demigod from his mind and back into the Warp. Reed did all of this as a child with little to no training, since then he has been trained by the best for the last couple decade or so it has been confirmed that he could easily be an Alpha plus grade Psyker. He is in fact so powerful that a great portion of his early training was simply to detect if he was a Demon. It is only in recent years that he made the effort to seek me out and join my team. I have known that his intentions were petty and his motivations misguided, but that is why Parks is his constant partner. I hope that Parks rubs off on him, just not too much; Parks agitates me as well with his constant need for justification or reasoning behind every action is irksome; more than that Parks is a powerful Anti-grade Psyker known as a Pariah. Parks could very easily kill Reed and I, it is insurance in case either of us ever snap. I pull myself out of my head finding myself blankly looking at the corps and address Parks. “Call Bel’ann, we are done here and Parks I want you to look into the next report we have received, Reed will be accompanying you I still want to look into something here.” Reed was now absent mindedly looking at the flowers in the garden. I almost laughed at how much it looks like he was sulking at the thought of spending time with Parks alone. Parks was blushing now and asked “can you not call her?” This time I did let out a snicker as I said” But she won’t want to hear from me as much as she will want to hear from you.” Parks turned away from Reed and I as he pulled out a communications device and made the call. Reed stopped staring at the flowers to look up as the canopy of green was pushed aside by a descending craft. As it approached the field Reed had set up to stop the rain retreated and the rain once more began to fall upon us. Reed and Parks walked underneath the long slender craft as a bay door near the hind opened up the ship is slightly larger than the whole courtyard that we are standing in so it stayed in the air almost four or five stories up. Reed did not even bacon he just looked at the open doors and Reed and Parks began to ascend to the open doors Parks looking uneasy at first, but then shrugging it off. As the doors close and I lose sight of them I begin to walk toward the thrust open iron doors before I can make it to the doors rain begins to strike me once more the ship no longer hovering over the courtyard to block the decent of rain.  Walking through the grand entrance of this gothic structure the sweet scent of rain and the lingering scent of burnt flesh almost immediately are replaced with a stale scent of stagnation. The interior of the building is bathed in a dim orange light.  I look up at the source a large stain glass mural depicting Saint Celestine bathes the center of the empty room with its majesty. While I look up at it I grip a gold bead Rosary that hangs from a clasp on my belt and fingered the beads one by one. I silently make a prayer before continuing. The dim light projected dark shadows in the corners of the room and pitch black shadow leave long lines by columns that come down from second floor pews.  I know no one is here so I just continue to walk to the pulpit at the end of the room under the mural. My heeled boots make a loud clacking echo as I make my way down through the pews. A door is located on the wall under the mural. It looks old and out of place in the gothic structure the. I grasp the cold iron handle of this greying wooden door and gently pull.  It is locked, so this time I pull hard and a loud splintering crack echoes multiple times over before dying out. I let go of the iron handle and it hits the ground with a clang and a crunch. The handle and a large chunk of the door around the handle lie at my feet. I gently push the door open now it creeks the entire time it drifts open. A stair case descends into darkness on the other side of the door. Staring into the pitch black I grasp the hilt of my sword, though I cannot see though the dark veil I can see a familiar aura deep in the catacombs. I think to myself have I found you, so eagerly that I actually whisper it out loud. I begin to descend into a blind world.

Inquisition page 4

Darkness is broken by a thin shining ray of light fighting its way into closed eyes. My torso feels as though it is caked with drying mud. As I lift up my cheek from the cold ground, pushing my body up. I can feel the dry layer of grime crack and hear a soft crinkle like that of crumpling paper. Swallowing hurts, letting out a cough of pain I struggle to open my eyes but my surroundings seem entirely too bright for my eyes as they fight me to stay closed. As I manage to put my knees under me, hands flat on the ground I gasp for air suddenly realizing I don’t have enough in my lungs. My chest expands, and for a brief moment relief spreads through me with the air I breath. My expanding chest lets out audible crackles and I feel the dry caked on grim as it begins to fall away in little shards. I move one hand up to my chest to aid gravity in its removal of my filth. But on my way to my chest I feel warm droplets hitting my hand. My surroundings are slowly clearing up as my eyes gradual allow more sight. A weight pulls my head down forcing me to look at my open palm and see the Crimson impact points of the droplets. Thoughts are slowly falling about themselves as I suddenly realize I am bleeding. Falling on my side I roll onto my back and look down at my chest. I just stare at the broken and black cracked land scape that covers my chest. A numb curiosity guides my hand to the swollen flesh around my Icon to Chaos. Without any control I peel away a large flake of the caked on blackness. Underneath is pink and as my gaze just sits on the bare spot pores begin to well up with many little red flecks and over flow into a little red steam the cascades with a horrifyingly insignificant trickle. Everything becomes crystal clear in an instant the patter of rain, the rustle of trees, the clatter of people moving and talking; the smell of burning meat, damp grass, flowers, and the smell of freshly turned soil; the taste of copper, the cold wet ground, the weight of my own clothes, and the numbing pain the pulsates from my chest. Over everything I could feel piercing presence looming over me, forcing my eyes wide open. I see a fair featured face looking straight down at me, as my vision clears I can see it is female. My initial thought is how this pale woman is beautiful, but as my eyes move from her smiling lips up the small bridge of her to her eyes. Her Lightning blue eyes encapsulate my gaze and terror fills my body as what just transpired comes flooding back. Her gaze crushing more than the pain, bringing an overwhelming feeling of dread and emptiness, knowing I had to escape it I do the only thing I feel my body will allow me. I close my eyes and begin to silently sob. I can feel the dread and fear flow from my bleeding torso and my weeping eyes as I try to beg, but no sound will leave my throat. The only thing I can hear leave my lips is a crackle, the only thing my body will do is lie still and drown in its own sorrow.

Yoga Day 2-6; Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! These past few days of yoga have had the same sequence, with the option to repeat it more times as the days passed. I did it once the first two days, so I ended up doing it four times today. It was a good stretch to start the day with, and I could stretch further the more I repeated each pose. Can’t wait to see what the next sequence is! Enjoy the food and family today! 😛

Yoga Day 1

Hello readers, this is Brittany! So the yoga today was a real quick sequence made up of two poses: Tadasana (mountain) and Urdhva Hastasana (arms overhead). I liked how much the site elaborated on the kind of posture to have for the mountain pose and the transition to arms overhead. It was a relaxing way to start off my day. I went to my first football game on campus today, and it was our homecoming game (so we won pretty easily) 🙂 . My roommate’s family was in town, so they took us to a nice Mexican restaurant after the game. They were great, and it was a nice night out. Looking forward to adding more poses to the yoga sequence!

Yoga 30 Day Challenge

So I (Brittany) found a 30 day yoga challenge for beginners on Pinterest. I really enjoy yoga, and I’ve tried a couple sequences before. I feel like this challenge will make yoga more of a routine for me. Loki and I are going to start it tomorrow, following these instructions: http://act3.hubpages.com/hub/Practicing-Yoga-at-Home-A-30-Day-Yoga-Challenge . We’ll try to post everyday how it goes, along with some daily updates with all the holidays and final exams coming up. Hope you enjoy if you join us 🙂