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 Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 2:00 pm
The whole plane that the blonde owl was on watched the fight about the continent, hushed whispers spreading across the cabin like a wild fire during a drought. The young children and babies began to cry, the distress from the events unfolding was getting to their little emotions, telling them that this man, the one who was trying to save the place with all their favorite animals, was being thrown around like raggedy Andy. All the adults seemed to pay no mind to the crying, all their eyes glued to the screen as if it was the Super Bowl on television. The stewardess slowly made her way down the isle, passing out drinks and calming down the kids. The young owl seemed to be lost in her thoughts, hoping to some God that he would be alright. "Rou... Come on. You can do it. Don't stop."
Just as she spoke the cabin burst into one combined gasp as the young man was swatted away like a fly, disappearing into thin air. "No!" The girl gripped the arm rest, the man beside her patting her shoulder in comfort. Acelyn took a deep breathe, breathing out slowly as she closed her eyes and concentrated on keeping her calm. She had to remember that he was hard to take down, that he could heal and do all these other things no one else could. That he is still a live somewhere, trying to heal up and get back up again. Even watching on TV he seemed beaten to no end, which seemed to make the girl even more upset. "He will be fine... I know it." She finally convinced herself, opening her eyes to look around the cabin.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 3:32 pm
((Will))
What a surprise. Not really. Tim was rash, but he wasn't an idiot. Roulin was rasher, but his idiocy level exceed Tim's. Neither of the Heralds were even actually close to getting killed because there were two of them, and things didn't go well if you ignored any one of them in battle. The Satan Owl was hanging around quite literally the Tokyo Sky Tree still, enjoying the eagle eye view of the area and ...well, the world... while conducting business leisurely.
On a side note, Will knew Serena was still staking out everyone at the house in lieu of the Christmas spirit. Cerbs was still a Rudolph, though he was a three headed black furred version of Rudolph. The hellhound was in fact shaking his fur and making a mess of the stuff Serena had put on him.
Will sighed. The young were young and inexperienced with a lifetime to learn, but they were learning a bit slower than he expected them to...then again, this was a man with high expectations. Speaking of expectations, the Satan Owl heard someone approach right before something got tossed over his head. It was a different sort of suit. It was red and dark inside the suit...and there were white trimmings... "...You.... being bunny's messenger?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 3:49 am
((Daryle Saxton---???))
“Bunny’s messenger? Not at all, she showed me this suit and I thought it would really fit you…So I dropped it of” Daryle Saxton smirked widely as he has finally done his part in spreading some Christmas cheer! Well, not really…He just enjoyed playing jokes out with other people. “Besides, I thought Sebastian was more of her messenger than myself. Sure, we are work partners but not each other’s messengers” The Breezy Owl had to admit that there really wasn’t any other way to see the town then from the top of the Tokyo tree. “Hiding out up here?” Daryle muttered with a slight hint of humour in his tone of voice. “It’s not like you to hide…then again I am not one to speak. I am currently avoiding the house because I don’t wish to deal with Erin and her hormonal tendencies.”
The blonde male leaned back in the air until he looked as though he was lounging on some invisible sun lounger. Now, if his sudden arrival wasn’t strange enough then his outfit certainly was. He was dressed in baggy brown trousers, with a torn top that looked to be 5 sizes too big, topping it all off was this weird looking dusty brown cape. Daryle, who was now looking rather relaxed, seemed to be oblivious to his ‘tribute to hermits’ look and no one would have known the reason behind his appearance until he made an o shape with his mouth and ‘sat up’ “If you are wondering why I am dressed like this…..” Letting out an almost sad sigh Daryle turned round and pointed to a stamp mark on his back which simply read ‘I was caught by Serena!’ He rubbed his head and chuckled “Apparently I am supposed to be one of the wise old men..”
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 3:45 pm
((Will))
Will gave Daryle the stoic look as Daryle claimed the suit fitted Will. Satan as Santa was laughable. He was probably more suited to be the Grinch. "That is typical of you. You always did have a bad taste in style." the devil jested with a smirk. He knew what Daryle was doing. "That's right. You're my lapdog, not Serena's...and Sebastian is my butler, and he will be looking after Erin and Serena while we're away." He chuckled. "Oh? I'm not hiding. I can see the world perfectly fine from here." And that in itself was true for the electricity user. Even if he couldn't see every detail visually, he could see/sense enough simply by all the electricity running below, and that sensing was probably more detailed than any visuals the simple eye could see. He laughed at the Serena stamp. "Hiding from Erin, hmm? You sure you're not hiding from Serena?" He winked. "And who is Serena? The Virgin Mary...or is that the Virgin Bloody Myra and the Shepard Sebastian?" The blonde may be the devil, but he knew the Bible better than most, and...he was not amused.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 4:41 pm
((Daryle Saxton---???))
Daryle feigned hurt when Will pointed out the obvious, that Daryle had terrible taste in style. “I don’t have terrible taste; I simply follow my own sense of style! The world merely fails to understand my creativeness.” Daryle frowned slightly as Will stated that Sebastian will be watching over Erin and Serena as well as the other occupants back at the mansion while he and Will were away. Sebastian was probably the best guy for the job. Not only was he rather strong…he could open portals and send people to safety should that ever be needed. The blonde male grinned slyly before opening his mouth and saying rather simply “Woof!” It was a response to being called Will’s lapdog, an all too true statement.
“Hiding from Serena? I have already been caught by Serena…hiding now is pointless!” Daryle smirked widely when asked what it was Serena was wearing “Hmm? I doubt she is stupid enough to dress up as that woman. Even if she did you would only soil it in some twisted way…” The Breezy flame laughed and began drifting around Will like an over grown blonde haired fly “She is actually not wearing any costume. Irony right?” Daryle stopped breezing around and messed up his hair with one sweep of his hand
“I suggested that she should dress up as a Christmas tree…but that didn’t go down too well.” He let out a small breath of air “I did try to put an outfit on her but she smacked me! See?! That red handprint was her doing!...Myra is currently dressed like a star…Much to Sebastian’s amusement." Daryle paused for a short moment before laughing "Oh, and two walls have already been taken down after Seb expressed his amusement out loud”
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 5:29 pm
((Will))
Will smirked as Daryle "feigned" and pretended to defend himself not-so-valiantly. Then the blonde Breezy Flame decided to buzz around him like an overzealous maid trying to dress a princess up or just a busybody trying to get answers out of someone for an interview. "So you would think...that bunny's done some things on purpose before for the temporary satisfaction." He smirked. "Mmm...two walls, hmm? Myra used to know how to restrain herself better back then. It seems she gets more excited easily now." The Satan Owl stood up. "Well, now. Time to put a costume on her, hmm? I trust you have the glasses, the hair clip. With her hair, there's only one she could be." He smirked and patted Daryle on the head. "Of course you know where I'm going with this..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 12:45 pm
The Road to Exire
OOC: This is literally the last few parts of this rp, so release your tired sighs now. Take a minute if need be. When that done, rejoice some more. whee Jokes aside, we're getting close to the end. The Night Owls are on their way to Virginia now on Christmas day. It's snowing and whatnot, so dress warmly. The time is 6:53pm, so it's late evening and still winter so the sun is probably gone at this point. We all like winter sunsets though right?
Announcements: Timothy, Rage and Ember are in Virginia with Raven. Soliel and Lorna are with Raven now. Together, they're all just outside of Washington D.C. The UNS are in Virginia, but they aren't moving. The Night Owls are en route to Virginia and will land shortly. Raven is closer to having her Oracle now than ever.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 12:59 pm
Sitting aboard the plane staring out the window at the thick clouds below which rained gentle flakes of snow coating the cities below. Even in this war there was still beauty if one merely opened there eyes and looked. He looked towards a tablet on the plane, in it was the video message of his son and girlfriend. "Merry Christmas you two." He said with a soft smile as he watched Aiden play be a pine tree that was set up in their current lodgings. "He's a curious kid, just like his dad." he said as he laughed slightly at Aiden playing with one of the ornaments with curiosity filling his eyes at the strange colorful object. He wished he could be there right now, he was missing out on Aiden's first Christmas but it was alright, he knew that there would be a lot he would miss with Aiden but he was going to make sure that he didn't miss everything even if it meant just watching them through a screen for now. "Amara I hope you're having a glorious Christmas as well. I'm sorry I couldn't be there, I promise that this will be the last major holiday that I miss. For the others I will see to it that we can spend it together as a family." With that he could see that the battery on his tablet was dying. "I love you both. I'll see you both soon. Good bye Aiden, Good night Amara." He said before pressing the off button. put the tablet away and sighed leaning back in his seat. "These duties never seem to end." He said as he looked over at the others who were inside of the plane. "Well despite our many differences and disputes, merry Christmas everyone." He said as he poured a glass of champagne and raised it up. He knew he was still technically underage but then again rules meant very little to everyone on this plane.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 1:17 pm
The snow fell outside of the plane, which was flown smoothly through the air. The sun had gone from the sky leaving it a deep midnight blue sheen. Inside the plane, the Night Owls sat in different seats including the Presidiomni trio, Lucien, even the three fledgling Heralds, which included Cecilia, herself. At that moment, she was sitting by herself, a small novel before her. It was merely something to do to pass the time. Each time she turned the page, instead of touching it, she pushed it back with a very tiny gravitational pull. In fact, she wasn't holding the book in her hands at all, but merely decreasing the gravity around it so that it would hover in front of her leaving her hands free to do whatever she wanted with them.
She wore her hair down this time. It flowed to her waist in many large waves. The outfit she wore was quite strange and not all like the usual garments she wore. The top was similiar to a strapless corset. It was black on the sides, but the center, going on down was red and silver. It would have left her arms exposed if it hadn't been for the separate black and red sleeves that covered her arms ending just below her shoulders leaving them exposed. The sleeves flared out at the end with different layers.
With that, she wore a pair of skintight black pants that accentuated her shapely legs and the curve of her waist. Over the pants, she wore a pair of black, red, and silver boots that came up to her lower thighs and were pointed at the ends. However, that wasn't all. An skirt that was open in the front was placed at her waist and flowed down to her ankles flaring out slightly in the same ruby, silver, and onyx colors as the rest of he outfit. Last, but not least, around her neck she wore a simple choker with a red heart shaped pendant.
Cecilia removed her jade eyes, unaccented by make-up away from the pages of the book, which caused her gravitational hold on it to drop. The book fell into her hand and she gently laid it down on the seat next to her. She stood up from her seat and slowly made her way towards another seat where a certain dark haired amethyst haired Life Owl sat alone. The last time she had seen him, he had been battling it out with two of the fiercest Heralds that this world had ever known only to have been injured very badly.
That was just a few days ago. The Gravity Herald knew that she should probably stay away from him, but if there was that small chance that she would not make it out of this battle today alive, she at least wanted to be close to him one more time. She took a seat next to him, turning her upper body so that she could face her boyfriend. "Hey there," she said keeping her tone as casual as possible. She said nothing else. If he wanted to speak with her he could, if he instead chose to find another seat or asked her to leave him alone, that would be fine with her as well.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 1:22 pm
((Will))
Christmas Day. Merry Christmas. Noel tidings. Yule Log. Santa Klause. Noel Anderson. Noel. Noel. Bah humbug, and a bah humbug indeed. They were all on one plane. Easy target actually for Owls of high caliber. Plausible target even if Will had special codings on the plane that they were taking. For the past few weeks, the Night Owls and the former UNS members took practically free rides on the Satan Owl. Perhaps, they had overstayed their welcome due to their lack of self motivated training. It was almost over.
Even now, they were enjoying themselves, though with a slightly serious attitude. Lucien had partook in some of the blonde devil's champagne, raising a toast to the very holiday that Will seemed to have ill luck with. One of his estates had been blown up haphazardly during a gathering one time, and another time, Sebastian had annoyed Myra so much that half the place went boom. Then there was Serena being trigger happy once...and then there was Genya doing an experiment and then there was- the list went on.Perhaps it was a sign of what was to come. So, in response to Lucien, Will gave the Death Owl a flat stoic dull look and said for the amusement of everyone else dryly. "Bah hum bug." He could have said "Bah bum bug" in reference to Cheani who was being lazy as ever and looking like he was hiding in a barn with that messed up hair of his....slicking it didn't seem to help when he rolled around in it in his sleep.
It was the calm before the storm, and a storm it would be. Nevertheless, even the Satan Owl had taken a break from those kids when he went to Japan and got stamped by a Serena. That albino had apparently dressed everyone up, but not without consequences. Daryle and Will had double teamed Serena too.
There were power outlets on the plane, so if Lucien truly wanted to use the tablet, he could have just recharged it. As with any of Will's planes, there were appropriate sleeping areas. No, this was not the same plane Che had taken over two years ago when the Mastering Owl had gone to Japan to seek his mentor out. This was a different plane, but just as luxurious.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 1:41 pm
Lyraleian Sakura, moved to stand, "I am not part of the fallen no, call me Sakura... A herald" she said watching the boy shut his twisted emotions completely, like a child sweeping dust under a rug, Disgusting she sighed and stared at the marvelous blades of ice that froze her last captors to their positions, "good you are such a mess, but so beautiful... you ice is just perfect ill have you know" she huffed and stood with slight difficulty, "if you must know i am the herald of Water, an OCD representative who is currently in a mess and slightly lost, could you tell me where i might be?" Kojiro stared at her as she spoke, he glared at her as she spoke about his ability ,"...This...beautiful?...you are sick...This power alone is nothing but a curse..." disregarding her state he looked at her with full alert ,"...A Hearald?..." he immediately thought of the other one they met." Kojiro shifted his foot and watched her every move ,"...This is New Exire...home and refuge for the Fallen Phoenix. Raven is not here....she is currently en route on her own agenda...So if you had any business with her you must look elsewhere...I don't trust you so any information regarding her last route is off limits to you...." He listened to his voice and found a bit of hostility, in truth he had had it with all the Hearalds UNS and other garbage that had been washing up to deal in their affairs. Kojiro embraced this feeling for once and used it along with his cold facade, but in truth, time was ticking quickly and he had to end this encounter one way or another.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 2:12 pm
For most, if not all, of the seven hour plane ride, The Owl of Grey hadn't relinquished his vastly encompassing vision. Due to training, nothing could escape his sight which now expanded to cover roughly a fifteen kilometer radius. The blind spot that protruded in a needle or cone shape that resided just at the back of his head was so small now, it was nearly discernible unless he had an opponent that shot just atoms at him. That wasn't to say that it didn't exist anymore. It would always. While peeking into the lives of the soldiers and Owls just miles below the hull of the luxurious Will jet, he decided to toy with his elemental boxes. Ice and Lightning were his study at the moment.
His attire for this day was well selected for the snowy weather. Sitting atop his long hair was a hat, an apple jack to be specific. The little cap was dark towards the middle. The outside edges were of a deep brown hue. To protect his body from the element, he wore a long coat that extended to the back of his shins. Within the collar of this dark, polyester cossack-like long coat was a scarf wrapped around his neck. The ends of it fettered out like the meanders of a river over his lap. The grey scarf was a gift from Cecilia who'd just taken her seat beside him. Roulin was a fan of scarfs in the blue beauty couldn't already tell. His pants, which were designer and store brought were loose just as he preferred them to be. They were khakis and so warmth would be conserved. What cold air may have slipped through would be stopped by a pair of pajama pants the Italian decided to keep on during this trip. There, but almost unnoticeable, were boots that would guarantee traction and mobility here. Just like the v-neck sweater he wore beneath his coat, they were black.
The expressions of the Heralds on the plane seemed to be that of concern. Some were happy and some were like Lucien; ready to go, fight and come back home. It was humbling to see him of all people like that. To Cecilia, the Life said with a calm to contrast his usual calm, "Merry Christmas." His lavender eyes turned to her, then forward into the dimly lit cabin. "Thanks for the scarf by the way. I owe you one." Silence settled in once again and Roulin found himself content with it. Still, if Cecilia wanted to speak now, this was the best to for her to do so. Although Roulin knew his power and the wonders he was capable of now, he knew that didn't assure him his life...
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 2:34 pm
Lucien smiled a little as Will gave a somewhat discouraging remark but one that was to be expected. "Well considering what you could have said that's almost like a positive statement." He took a drink of the champagne and let out a small exhale. He smiled a bit again his heart somewhat lifted ever sense he and Amara had their heart to heart talk. He looked towards Roulin who responded to his seasonal greeting, he raised the glass a bit and said. "Same to you two as well." He looked at the fizzing drink, admiring the color. "You never cease to amaze will with your impeccable tastes. But I suppose who better to ask an opinion for when it comes to the King of Earthly Desires." He was of course referring to the fact that Satan was suppose to trick good hearted people off the path of righteousness with material objects and desires.
He looked out the dark window sighing a little with each second that passed they grew closer and closer to the dark path they all had to follow. He looked back towards Che who he wanted to address. "Che, what happens after this is all over? Perhaps you are not the correct person to be asking these sort of events, but what will become of everyone once the mission is over? We're people in the spotlight of this war, but soldiers are only useful when there is a war to fight. Once it is over how will things return to their former stability?" He asked as he rested his head on his hand which rested on the arm rest of the chair. In his other hand he gently swirled the remainder of the champagne in his glass.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 2:58 pm
 The Stopping Owl sat near Lucien and could see him speaking with Aiden and Amara. Smiling, the young owl was happy to see such a change in Lucien. The red head leaned in to Lucien. "I know we haven't spoking much...but you've grown so much. And I'm happy that Ms. Amara is happy with you and the baby" he said to him. The teenage Owl had changed as well, for he was no longer the rebellious and angry brat he once was. Vincent was wearing a green beanie, with a tan scarf wrapped around his neck, a grey cardigan with a maroon long sleeve thermal type shirt with fingerless gloves that were woven together.
Vincent had managed to get everyone on the plane a gift, even though most of them had never even held a full length conversation with him. He decided that he would start with Lucien. "I really didn't know what to give you, I thought about a puzzle...but you're too smart and I knew you'd figure it out within minutes. Don't laugh but I guess you'll be needing this more often now" he said pulling out a baby harness. Vincent wasn't good at wrapping gifts so everything was just in a bag. "I figured it would be good for you to have when Aiden is with you" he said with a smile. "I have to go give everyone else their things" he said to him. Vincent walked over to Bailey and with a smile. "Merry Christmas Bailey" he said as he reached into his bag, revealing a book with the title of Poetry of Robert Frost: The Collected Poems, Complete and Unabridged. "I hope you like it...I know you enjoy reading so....yea..." he said to her.
Looking over to her fiance Luca, Vincent waved. "I'm sorry I didn't know what you would like, but I figured that this looked pretty cool...so you wouldn't mind" he said revealing a watch that he gave to Luca. "Merry Christmas" he told him with a smile. The teen then made his way towards Anya and Nik. "Tis the season!" he exclaimed to the couple. He reached into his bag, removing a small Bonsai tree from the bag and presenting it to Anya. "I hope you like it" he told her.
Looking over to Nik he waved. "I'm sorry I don't believe that we've ever had extended interaction, but from what I've gathered, I can tell that you love music...so here" he told him as he took out a small card. It was a gift card for 200 dollars on iTunes. "I hope that this is useful for you" he told him with a smile and walking off. He then went towards Che, Anderson and Moli. "Hey everyone, and Merry Christmas" he said with a chipper smile. In reality, Vincent was just hoping to get everyone relaxed rather than continuing to focus on the fight. Looking towards Che, he reached into his bag and pulled out a set of black colored cards. "I just assumed you'd appreciate a gift like this" he told him. Looking at Anderson, he handed him a bracelet that Vincent hoped that he could fit.
Now on to Moli. For some reason the teen got the impression from Moli that he was a hipster or hippy of some sorts, but then again that could have been from his girlfriend Aeon. "Merry Christmas Moli" he told him as he handed over a knitted cap he had picked up for the light herald. Walking off he now stood in front of William DeScythe. "Merry Christmas Will" he said to him. "I remember the day that you gave me that game...well thanks for being so patient with me while I was a spoiled and whiny brat" he told Will as he handed him a brand new harmonica to the Satan Owl. Waving once more, he approached Demios.
"Um...Merry Christmas? Or Yule...I forgot the pagan holiday...but in the spirit of giving....here" he told him as he passed the witch a crystal. Hoping that he didn't offend the witch, he smiled. "I hope I didn't offend you and that the present is alright" he told him. Next were the twins, Erin and Elle. "Merry Christmas guys, I won't bother you long" he said. Reaching into his bag, he grabbed three canvases of all different sizes and handed them to Erin. Elle on the other hand received a hard drive that she may have been interested in working on. Sighing he turned towards Roulin and Cecilia, the last couple on the plane.
"Merry Christmas you two. I'll make this brief. I didn't know what to give you Cecilia, I've noticed that you are into fashion...it was kind of hard for me to find but I was able to give you the Prada Lookbook. I hope that you enjoy looking at the different styles they have planned for the next two seasons" he told her. And finally the Life Owl was the only one left. "I hope you enjoy these, you're a fairly decent dresser and I guess I thought you'd like these" the teenaged Owl said. Finishing his rounds to whoever his creator, Solaris Beauty had forgotten, he then returned to his seat, with a smile...happy that he was able to do something for others for once.  "I love you too Lucien" she said to him. "Say bye to daddy" she said to Aiden as she waved his hand. As the screen blacked out she looked at her son and smiled. The psion had decided that she would spend Christmas with her son and meet the others the next day, after all this was his first christmas. Aeon was here as well, so she wasn't lonely. Amara looked at her gift from Vincent, it was wrapped but just barely. As she took it a piece, a frame was revealed, it was a picture of him and her when he was only a little kid. Warmth soon began to flush through Amara's heart as she had felt a feeling that made her want to cry, but not in a bad way, a good way.
It seemed like it had been ages ago since she had found the young boy in the Parisian streets and took him in as her "student". She was very proud of Vincent, he had made so much progression as a person...that was enough for her. She then went downstairs to meet Aeon. They were at Will's estate in Japan, and the company was odd, yes, but it still felt like Christmas. Sitting next to her sister, Amara greeted her with a faint smile. "Well everyone is off to D.C. I believe or Virginia...I kind of forgot, I just know that I will have to meet them tomorrow, but I wanted to spend this holiday with my son and my best big sister ever" she told Aeon with a huge smile.  Aeon smirked as she saw her nephew and sister come into the room. Aeon had been waiting on Serena to come down so she could give her, her gift as well. Between Aiden and the pregnant Albino, Aeon was in a great mood for some reason. She had opened up her present from Vincent earlier and smiled. "He gave me a book on how to grow hemp" she said with a small laugh. "I have a gift for Serena, but I haven't seen her just yet" she told her sister. As Aiden reached for her she smiled. "I think the outfit that you have him in Amara is absolutely too cute" she told her psychic sister.
The projector got up and left the room for a second as she returned not too long afterwards with a trey full of apple cider. Handing her sister one, Aeon took one and began to sip. Pressing a button a remote, "Carol of the Bells" began to play in the background softly. This was going to be a great christmas and nothing could mess that up for them...they were together and new life flourished everywhere.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 3:07 pm
"Merry Christmas to you as well," the Azure Herald said in a quiet tone of voice. This would be quite an interesting Christmas. Cecilia noticed that Roulin was wearing the scarf she had made for him. It warmed her to see him wearing something she had spent a long time on, hoping it would make him happy. "You're welcome. It was very fun to make," she said graciously before her jade eyes were directed away from Roulin and down towards her lap.
That small chance that she would never see him again after this was still there. Even though the two of them were now capable of wondrous things, there was still that miniscule notion that one of them might not return. What Cecilia did next was completely spontaneous on her part. She rested her hand gently upon Roulin's cheek and turned his head towards hers before leaning forward and pressing her lips softly against his. This might very well be the last kiss they shared. She wasn't about to let Roulin go into battle nor let herself go into battle without letting him know how much she truly cared for him.
The taste of his lips was ever so familiar, that warm feeling built up in the pit of her stomach and rose throughout her entire body. Her hand fell from his face down towards his shoulder, after which she slowly broke the kiss, her cheeks stained with a natural light blush. After taking a deep breath to calm hear heart which was thumping so loudly, she spoke, her voice husky. "Even though I'm optimistic that we'll all make it out of this okay, there is still that small chance that we won't. I just wanted to let you know that I do love you and you mean so much to me."
She wanted to say something else, but a young teenage boy in the form of Vincent had approached them, bearing Christmas gifts for the couple. A Prada book full of the latest Prada fashions, which was also full of sewing tips for the sapphire herald and a pair of brown shoes for Roulin. Cecilia directed her attention upon the young teenager. "Thank you, Vincent," she said graciously accepting her gift. She laid the book in her lap. She would look at it later.
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