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 Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 6:36 pm
((Serena))
Serena fought against the firm grip that Sebastian had on her wrists but it was to no avail. She could have easily swung her leg round and tripped the tall butler over but that was far from her mind. So instead, the white haired woman was forced to stare into the pain filled purple eyes of the Italian man as reached into his pocket and produced a single card. She watched as the card fell to the floor and stared at it indifferently. What was the point? Did he want to play Poker or something?! If this man was here to somehow, cheer her up….he better have a better plan. “Are you trying to mess with me? What the hell are you trying to prove with that lowly card?!” As the irritated assassin prepared to start another round of ranting, strands of strange energy began to leak upwards like smoke from the seemingly harmless card. The ‘strings’ began to knit together until they formed a very familiar figure.“I have a contract for you. I warn you it will not be easy…”
“I don’t care about the level of difficulty. I just need the money.”
“All about the money….Hmm…I am sure you can do this, Serena Navarro. The details are all on the paper. Do you accept?”
“William DeScythe, hm?....Womaniser….Gambler…Casino owner…Ehhh, sounds like a typical b*****d…Sure…I accept….” “Wha…..” The albino’s mouth suddenly felt as dry as a desert. Her angry silver eyes were now wide and filled with confusion as they took in the hauntingly realistic form of the Satan Owl. She wanted to shut her eyes…to believe that this was nothing more than a trick. An illusion. Even as the Satan Owl spoke and called her an idiot, she couldn’t bring herself to mentally believe what she was seeing or hearing. It felt too long since she had last heard the man’s mocking and condescending tone of voice. Even now it seemed as though he was merely being playful like the many times before. The hand that stroked so gently through Serena’s dampened hair felt like…well…heaven…A comfort that she had craved more than ever over the last few weeks. Oh this was clearly a sign that she may have died in the fight with Kojiro. How else could she feel, see and hear Will? This wasn’t possible. He was dead! Gone with the wind that flowed so effortlessly through the rotting room in which she, Che and Sebastian stood. “Who cares….if this isn’t real….” The words echoed around her mind as everything around her and Will vanished from her sight and ears. All that mattered…was this moment…
"What an ignorant thing to say..that you have nothing here anymore. You have the children. You have Kojiro. Why do you think I sent you to him in the first place? He is just as you were in the past. Just a little guidance and a boost in confidence...and you still have--- "
A small twitch danced beneath Serena’s left eye as the first part of Wills sentence replayed in her mind. Who was he too say that she was being ignorant?! Oh…Oh great…now she was angry again. As with everything else that was around her, Cerbs was not present in this moment as she smacked Wills hand away from her hair. She levelled her steely gaze with the former Satan Owls eyes. A small smirk twitched up the corner of her lips as she delivered a smack. Unlike the earlier one that she had delivered to Che, this one had far more power behind it. She had grown accustomed to Wills pain barrier over the years…and so she knew that she had to really, really try hard to even get her point across when hitting him. “How dare you….” Her hand remained stationary in the air even after delivering the blow. She staggered backwards and bumped into Sebastian who had yet to move away. “How dare you say that…after leaving so suddenly…” “Nothing personal man, but I have to kill you now….”
“Then why haven’t you?”
“What….I was…eh?”
“Hmm? Cat got your tongue?”
“Shut it! I will……will do this…..”
“Then go ahead. I haven’t got all day.”
“………….What are you?”
The Vanishing Owl finally lowered her hand and raised her head in a confidence that she had no knowledge of even possessing. Her eyes were red with dark circles beneath; a clear sign of the sleepless nights that she had been coping with since receiving the news of Wills passing. “Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through? So you forced us together simply because you would be heading off and getting yourself killed?" Shaking her head in defeat, Serena wiped away the angry tears that threatened to spill at any moment. “You no longer have a right over my life or the choices I make….Not after abandoning…..abandoning…Tsch…I only said I would keep the children because you wanted them…I never wanted kids! YOU ARE THE IDIOT!!!” She turned away in frustration. She suddenly felt so trapped without an escape route. A part of her wanted run and the other part wanted to cling to the man she loved and scream at him to stay.
Slowly, the white haired female regained her composure and turned round to gaze up at the still smirking man. “Why did it have to be this way?” She took a small step forwards. Close enough to reach out and touch the ghostly, solid, form of the former Satan Owl, but far enough away to bring a sense of comfort and reassurance. “You broke a promise….” She began in a small whisper of a voice “And for that, I will never forgive you….But, you are still the idiotic, arrogant, son of a b***h, kitten….that I…I….love….Even though you had to go and get yourself…killed…” Without another word, the Vanishing Owl finally closed the distance and wrapped her arms around Will in a gentle embrace. "Idiot...."“I take it you didn’t do your research.”
“……..”
“Fine. Entertain me then. Do tell me your name, and then you can kill whoever poorly informed you to assassinate me."
“Serena…..Serena Navarro…”
~~~~
“I still have no idea why I told him my name….I guess it was either out of idiocy or fate…Whatever the reason, my life changed forever that night….”
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 7:34 pm
((Will))
The blonde musician pretty much expected Serena's reactions two fold because he was great at reading others and he knew her well. The relief she seemed to embrace as he first stroked her was evident, but that melted away the moment she heard his words... as was tradition apparently. There it was, that small twitch and then the loud smack that ensued. The former Satan Owl took the smack like a man, as he always did. The smirk remained on his face, matching the small smirk on his female companion's face. The smack smarted just a tiny bit. His bunny had a lot of practice after learning about his pain threshold. “How dare you….How dare you say that…after leaving so suddenly…” Ah... and you'll need this to complete the cover...
...what?! Bunny ears?! Why do I need this?!
Trust me. You need these. .....Bunny~
...................................Idiot.
And that makes you the Bunny.
You'll never let this down, will you? >.>;;; Her face looked so tired, red and bloodshot from no sleep and internal emotional turmoil. Will hadn't wanted to leave her, but what had transpired had happened, and nothing could be done to change his status...nothing humane anyway...nothing within human capability. She was weeping now in anger. “Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through? So you forced us together simply because you would be heading off and getting yourself killed? You no longer have a right over my life or the choices I make….Not after abandoning…..abandoning…Tsch…I only said I would keep the children because you wanted them…I never wanted kids! YOU ARE THE IDIOT!!!” No, that wasn't it. It wasn't why, but there really wasn't a point to respond to Serena right now. She ranting and raving and venting for the time lost between his death and now. “Why did it have to be this way?”It didn't, but it had taken this turn, and it was too late to change the past. Hmm... so... there's a new line of guns being designed...
Ooooh, really?!
I'm calling it the Bunny Line.
...........................I hate you. “You broke a promise….” To that, William DeScythe could not say. He was king of breaking promises, but the few he actually honored were upheld highly. He hadn't meant to break this particular promise, but unfortunately, he had unintentionally. He looked down at the albino and sighed softly as Serena's voice raised in volume as she choked out her final words in her soliloquy. “And for that, I will never forgive you….But, you are still the idiotic, arrogant, son of a b***h, kitten….that I…I….love….Even though you had to go and get yourself…killed…” And then his bunny relented and threw her arms around him, letting herself free for the moment to relish in his hold. Just the once....
'Mmm...of course....
This never leaves the room....Or I will kill you for sure.
.I promise....
............Idiot... "Idiot....""Bunny... "Will embraced the albino and stroked her hair, kissing her on the forehead as she buried herself in his chest. "I'm here.. Sorry for leaving you... I won't leave you this time."~~~~ It was supposed to be a one night stand, but it hadn't quite ended up that way...
"I love you..." she had said with a crimson blush across her face as she found herself saying the phrase for the first time.
He had smirked, as usual. "You're mine now..."
And then she had smacked him continously for five minutes before declaring rather adamantly, "I hate you now!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 10:17 pm
"It's understandable that because of the life you've lived, a happy ending is all that you'd want. I can't honestly blame you Amara." Roulin's wisteria eyes shimmered in the moonlight that entered from the balcony's opening. Over his shoulder, he stared deeply into the saddened eyes of the psionic with an expression that almost accused her of wanting this life. Maybe in her eyes he could see himself...if so, then it was true that the life this Life Owl lived was of his own desire. Realizing now just how intently he stared at the psychic, he looked forward once more into the darkness of the room...back into very the blackness that threatened to consume his heart and soul. "Both you and I know that at this point, the only happy ending we can hope for is the one with us still living. Asking for anything more would just be greedy," said the resolute Owl. "I think you've realized that as well."
The Owl of Life's ear's pricked up when he heard Amara sliding across the balcony's railing. She was offering him a seat. A seat that he'd ultimately decline at least until his feet began to tire. Right now, Roulin didn't want his eyes from which nothing at all could hide to fall upon Amara, his friend and past lover. As much as he wanted to deny it, the two shared some connection between them and try as Roulin might, there was no escaping it. After listening to her answer to his question, a small smile played at his lips but only for an instant. The concept of a child intrigued the young man in way that almost made him want to explore the possibility. As Amara said, it wouldn't have been out of love. It wasn't up to the dark-haired male to refute her. It was up to destiny. While even he deduced that she might be right, fate was something that guided everyone alive. In short, Roulin figured that if it happened, then it would and if it didn't, it wouldn't. Soon, he would tell Amara this in full.
"As long as there are different ideals trying to coexist, then there will be war unfortunately. Whether it's big or small, it'll exist. Forever." Finally, Roulin turned around and faced Amara, his apparent partner in destiny. Her hair veiled the expressive look Roulin knew was hiding beneath the golden locks. "Never say we're supposed to be done. We're two of the strongest Owls on this planet so it'll always be our responsibility to clean up after our kind and theirs." By 'theirs' Roulin was referring to the humans that feared them like some kind of incurable plague. Through the years, the younger Presidiomni had come to understand that Owl kind...may just be that. A disease...a phenomenal plague that he and Lucien were designed to cap. After a silence fell upon the room like a thick blanket of fog, Roulin finally made his way to the balcony. Rather than sit, he stood before Amara only for a second or two before displacing the loose strands of hair to her ear.
As the girl went on, Roulin found himself only able to smirk. That smirk, one of disbelief, soon broke into a grin and from that grin emerged a warm smile of assurance. "Aiden," repeated the Life Owl in a silent, raspy hiss. As the thoughts of Amara raced through her torn mind, they also raced through Roulin's. Her considerations were his as his were her's. His attention arose from her shaking hands and lifted until they met her melancholy eyes. In them, the Owl of Life could see himself standing there in the whirlpool of darkness that were the girl's swirling emotions. Finally finding the place to speak from, Roulin lifted Amara's chin, and said "Amara, listen."
Both his hands were lowered, then inserted into the pockets of his pants. Only his right arose briefly to scratch a nagging itch over his ear. "Don't think for a moment that I haven't considered either one of them. Cecilia, Lucien and you...you three are all that I have now and the last thing I want to do is break it all pieces. Look at me please...Aniolas' existence wouldn't prove that we don't care about either one of them. What it would prove is that in the end, you and I still care about each other. I can't promise you that Aniolas' existence will come to be, but I can promise you that if you don't want it to happen, then I'll do my best to prevent it. Do you understand?" It was only until after his speech did Roulin realize that his hands were clasped softly around Amara's waist and that he was standing only a breath's length away from her...
~~~
Timothy's gaze bothered not to follow the blonde woman who circumnavigated the room like a lioness teasing it's half-beaten prey. There was now something within this man that made him believe that even the slightest askance would be taken as a sign of weakness. It was ironic how with just a few measly little words, Catherine had reduced this self-proclaimed God...this gilded Owl of Owls to his most simplest of states. It was visible now...Timothy's core that had been shelled for so long and had grown accustomed to the protection placed around it...it was bare and open to see. Cold, yet ever so sensitive to even the slightest touch. "..." Those dainty, light blue orbs of melancholy lifted to gaze at the woman across from him. His eyes, which were apathetically halved in such a way that Catherine's face was obscured from his view, hadn't dried completely and the stinging, dry pain of those previous tears remained. Seeing the French woman's smile that was reflected in the broken and bloodied glass on the floor may have prompted the Herald to leave immediately had he been truly assured that it was on her smug, tear-dampened face. There was a likelihood of him taking Roulin's route and wringing her free of life as well. This way, by not opening his eyes fully, Timothy could continue to do what has kept him going most, if not, all of these years. He could pretend. He could lie to himself with eyes half closed to the truth.
"If...I were in Roulin's place?" Inquisitively, those light blue eyes turned upward even more. The pale thin lips of Catherine's weren't smiling. Only perhaps because he'd caught her in the middle of a rant. The white haired man listened and listened and listened even more as Catherine spoke. As she walked, Timothy's eyes studied her closely. Strangely still, she sauntered slowly with what appeared to be confidence. Maybe even faith. A heavy sigh escaped the shorter Owl as he prepare to answer the now reluctant leader of the Fallen Phoenix. "I doubt you felt the need to even ask me such a question," he began, his voice grating and defensive. "Roulin understands as well as I that to end this war, he must first end you. Then, he must end any like-minded 'Phoenixes' that will inevitably rise from the smoldering ashes of your defeat. Surely, as I would, he would find it alluring. As alluring as the sweet sensation that victory always brings. The difference between me and the Presidiomni though, is that I understand a fight as a fight no matter how laborious. I see a fighter as a fighter no matter how tenacious he or she may be." Timothy's eyes shut momentarily, the opened once more when blood soaked feet of the French woman came to a stop. He could hear the whizzing hum that her god given ability produced...in a way, it was relaxing...somewhat calming to the Spectral Owl's tumultuous mind. "The difference between Roulin Presidiomni and I is that he enjoys the challenge that you, I or any strong opponent can bring. If for any reason he leaves you alive, that will be the sole reason. That's possibly the reason why you're standing here at this moment, Raven."
Seeing the crimson footsteps of fresh blood that lined the floor in blind, curved paths drew Timothy's mind to a familiar parable that has been passed down for ages and ages. "Those who experience nothing but pain grow accustomed to it. They grow to embrace it, love it. It becomes them in some ways and they were it like a garment." As the story went, there were two sets of footprints on a beach. One set of prints was the subject's while the other set were God's. The story in retrospect was something that Timothy found amusing considering that he never wore shoes to begin with. "I can agree. I've known nothing but war and for years, I've learned to accept war as a way of life. It's permanence is the only thing I find comfort in. It is...the only thing I know will never die. Unlike Guinevere, I detest it's unyielding presence." These unguided steps taken by all men and women alike...were they destined to walk forever in search of the answer? Like the soles of Raven's bloodied feet, the soles of others would simply wear down giving way to excruciating pain and copious amounts of blood. "Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional," Timothy responded calmly as if to offer Catherine some kind of relief for the matter. "As I said before, you're going to live and you're going to live forever. When you're gone, there will be another Raven to take your place. There will be another Raven to suffer the pain that you have. The cycle for us is without cease." Inferring from the blonde's shimmering rubicund path that helped his eyes follow her moonlit form to the balcony, Timothy knew that this was the trail the ignorant were to walk as they blindly searched for false hope. He too was on this path and it was now impossible to turn back.
A weak smiled played at a corner of Timothy's arid, numb lips. The realization that he'd called Guinevere's name struck him finally. Whether or not Raven heard wasn't of importance as it was already said and done. A small laugh from the small man produced a white plume of condensation just as Catherine's exhale had. If that girl were here to see just what Timothy had become, what would she say? This question haunted the Herald in the same way a ticking clock haunted a writer. It was merely a nuisance that had become something more. Something that would change the demeanor of the subject entirely. Since the day Guinevere left, that's all that his life had become. A clock counting down the hours until his desired demise. His release had yet to come and those beats had become his code. "Nothing matters in war but success. Taunting me with questions like that will get either of us anywhere." Once more, Timothy's soft voice was stern and solemn as he spoke. After a breath to calm himself, the elder Owl continued. "You know nothing at all of the spoils of war Raven. But what you've seen is more than what most can handle...even the most exposed succumb to the thought of death. Some embrace it and some live by it. The cause they fight for is what leads them to this point. Our point and peak. When the cause is no longer worth it, they wither and die leaving another to take the reigns and ride straight into hell."
A paltry sigh escaped the decrepit relic of an Owl as Raven took a seat on a leveled cabinet. Everything she'd said after sitting were things Timothy expected from her. Despite being a man who's drive was decimate any and all opposition, he understood her position all too well. Her task was complete after all and he no longer had a true purpose to protect her. In more ways than one, this was it for both of the Owls gathered in this glassy, bloody, self-loathing room. "Catherine Turner. Age twenty-two. No familial connections...no ties to anything but herself." At last, Timothy could look upon the face of the leader of the Phoenixes. Seeing her in this position didn't bring him the satisfaction it would've mere moments ago when she walked about the room. Looking back, it wasn't confidence in her swaying gait. It was a type of fear that one could only 'let go' when feeling. It was the fear of inevitability. Timothy had battled fate many times, but due to technicalities on his part, he emerged victorious but at the cost of something precious to his very soul. Raven, in this sense, was both lucky and unfortunate. As the Herald made his way to the door, he watched that lone tear slip down the side of Catherine's face. The smile she wore was an indication that her destiny was something she looked forward to tonight. Maybe the girl was fortunate for this release that Tim could only hope for.
Before exiting the room to leave Catherine in the company of herself, Timothy said to her as he gripped the doorknob of the torn and tattered office, "I'm sorry...that you didn't get to live your life, Raven. May you find peace in the afterlife." Timothy exited the room leaving only his words and thoughtful condolences behind.
~~~
The Mastering Owl stood idle as the reunion between his mentor and his bunneh took place. Finding nothing in this moment to be surprised at or taken aback by, the Italian figured it was best to remain silent for. At least until Serena was more stable than she was at the moment. To her, it seemed that cheeks were nothing but targets for her small, yet rather painful hands. Will's being out out of the card was taking a toll on Che, but the amount of energy exerted by this so miniscule, the medium could practically do this all day if needed. Maybe even all night. He did find it somewhat irking that every time Will moved, one of his fingers did. "...ahem..." With a free hand, Che guarded his restrained cough. He was doing his best not to interfere with this moment, but there were a few factors making this task hard...
The room they were in still stunk despite all the happiness that was simply flooding it right now. Even Che himself was happy to at least see the back of his mentor's head and to hear his voice. Like this though, he'd never miss him because he would always be on his mind. Literally. If Che imagined it, Will would have a giant brain to rodeo on whenever he got bored. Still, the prospect of those funny moments didn't dispel the fact this room smelled like sweat and shame. It was also filled with dust that occasionally bothered Cheani's nose. "Sebastian. Pssst. Sebastian!" Like a high school student trying to call a kid across the room during study time, Cheani did what he silently could to get the attention of the butler standing behind Serena.
"Handkerchief....ha---handker...I need a napkin!!" Che couldn't move his other hand thanks to William being tethered to it. If he did, he may end up commanding the cadaver to smack Serena across the face. That was the absolute last thing he wanted to do. So, instead, he flailed his free hand until the butler noticed him. "Hurry u--uaahh---aaahhCHOO!!" And in a snap, the silence that Will and Serena were basking so contently in was shattered. Not on purpose of course, but again to the quality of this room. When the sputter of the sneeze died down, Che lifted his free hand and waved, saying, "Sorry guys! That---that was my fault. I apologize...Seb, bring me a freakin' napkin already? Thank you! Um, you two can keep hugging now...."
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 3:50 pm
((TFP---Raven))
"Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional"
The Heralds words rotated around and around in the French woman’s head even as he had continued on talking. Somehow they had stuck with her despite all the other brilliant points that he had spilled from his mouth. She knew only too well what it was like to suffer through life, grasping and clinging to the teasing rays of light that danced through the grey clouds overhead. To suffer was to feel…or at least that is how Catherine now saw it. Without the constant pain she would only be a shell of a woman who had once known just what it was to love and to be loved. Well, at least she could recall the moments in time in which she had felt that particular emotion. Timothy had also name dropped after mentioning someone by the name of Guinevere. Whoever this woman was she had probably been the last one to ever witness the human side in Timothy. Why else would he mention her name with a slip of his usually icy tongue? Any other time, Catherine may have been curious and pushed for some more information. But currently, she had her own endless list of complications and problems. There was no longer any spare time left in which they could delve into each other’s pasts and reminisce over the fond memories that lay half buried beneath the sand of time. “I know enough about the spoils of war to know that I will never be satisfied with them. Tell me Timothy…..How many wars have you seen and how many have to relished being part of?”
Shaking her head to rid herself of these relentless thoughts and questions, Catherine looked up in time to see Timothy’s departing figure. She knew that her last question would go unanswered but it would forever remain hanging in the air. Another thread lost in the twists of time. Ah well, there was no longer any point in either of them sharing in each other’s company. “No ties to anything but myself…huh…” The blonde female continued to stare out at the open sky even as the door to the office was opened and then closed again. Alone she sat feeling nothing at all. There was no point in wasting any more energy with pointless tears that do nothing for her except grant her a moment in which she could feel more than just the pain that, according to Timothy, she had grown accustomed to. “Catherine Turner. Age twenty-two…No….I am 23 now~” The constant fighting was enough to have even the smartest of people forget to keep count of the days, months and weeks that flew by. “Still so young….I wonder if perhaps I wasted a great part of my life far too early…I was foolish and eager to start this war…Perhaps, if I had waited till I was older. More experienced with the world…”
Despite her current thoughts, there was no denying that what had done…could never be undone. So what if the end of her life meant that she would die without ever really accomplishing anything. At least, she had gotten the chance to breath in air, to taste wine…to listen to her father’s music on the war, summers evening back in France. She would die while recalling the fonder moments in her life. Like when Nathanial had tasted ice-cream for the first time. The confusion on his face as the sweet, ice cold treat shocked him in delight. “Nathanial….” How on earth had she managed to let someone so precious to her slip away right beneath her nose? It was in remembering him that she remembered another precious soul….Kojiro…She hadn’t realised just how much he had grown and changed over the last few months. Perhaps it was the departure of the white haired woman….Rena? Sarah? Ah, it didn’t matter anymore. At least, Catherine was certain that Kojiro was still alive… “Maybe…I should tell him to leave…At least then…he is guaranteed a life…” Because before long, Catherine Tuner would no longer be around to watch over anyone from her precious team….
((Serena))
It wasn’t the same. This hug wasn’t the same as the ones Serena had received from Will the many countless times before. It was colder, emptier than the other times…It was also…fleeting….and probably the last one she would ever be able to experience. This wasn’t just a chance to see Will again. It wasn’t a chance for him to say sorry or to reassure her that things would be fine. Ah. Who cared what this moment meant and who cared about how it would end. All that mattered was that Will was here. He wasn’t dead and long gone. He was simply trapped in his clever students’ deck of cards. Still, even as Serena gave in to the over powering temptation that was to hold onto her Kitten forever, the nagging feeling deep in her heart never subsided. It simply dulled down for a moment. The nagging sensation was the one allowing Serena to believe in this false hope the shone far brighter in the damp, dark room.
“Bunny……I'm here.. Sorry for leaving you... I won't leave you this time."
The white haired female couldn’t bring herself to even look at up Will right now. She knew that if she did the whole spell would be broken. His words fed the falsehood…but it only made the nagging pain all the more unbearable. Perhaps, somehow…Serena could make a run for it with the card. She could surely figure out how to use it right? Maybe she could take it to Keres! Wouldn’t that clever, scary, childlike woman know what to do? “That wouldn’t be right….As wrong as it is to keep someone in a card….wouldn’t doing that only make me selfish?” It was the sound of Che sneezing and his constant mumbling in incoherent sentences that brought the female back from her thoughts. She laughed softly before slowly pulling away from the haunting coldness of her lovers embrace. Her eyes remained cast towards the floor. To look into this man’s eyes now would only ruin the moment. “Kitten….Don’t lie to me….” She began while wiping away the moisture that pooled dangerously beneath her eyes. “Don’t make this any harder than what it needs to be…”
Ah, all those wasted years that had been spent hating this very man’s existence. All those times that Serena had tried to do away with him. How funny to think that now he was no longer around…she missed him. Of course, even someone as stubborn as Serena could suffer from the effects of needing someone; falling in love. This moment now was here for one reason though, no more promises…No more departures. This would be the last time…. And when the time comes that Serena would raise her head…..that would be the last time in which she could memorise each feature…Each hair…each colour of his eyes… “William DeScythe….” Began the assassin in a confident, business like tone of voice “I have to say that…not every moment spent in your company was a pleasure. I guess this is the perfect time in which I can be frank. Ahh…you were such an arrogant man! And I was completely aware of the fact that you enjoyed pissing me off. In fact, I knew you did some things on purpose just for a reaction….” It was strange to actually visualise certain scenes in her mind as she spoke. The arguments, the missions, the random gifts…..
“You never did tell me the reason as to why I had to wear those bunny ears that one time. I swear you done it for some perverted kick…..Weirdo..” Her hand shook a bit as she reached out and shoved Will playfully “Ah well, I have since chucked them out. It is a relief that I won’t have to put up with that annoying bunny nickname anymore. Oh, I was supposed to thank you for seeing to my past…past…Heh, well…the people who had hits out on me. I never did thank you for those things right? Seeing that I won’t be getting a chance to do so in the future, it is best that I say it now. So…Thank you” The Vanishing Owl smiled brightly and finally looked up. Her red stained eyes were free from tears that had never really been allowed to fall.
“….I guess this is farewell for now! After all those times that I shouted at you to rip up my contract…It is rather strange to think that….to think that…that it no longer matters…..” Oh crap…the tightening of her throat was becoming more unbearable. She needed to keep up with the confident smile. There was no way in hell that she would let this moment become ruined with tears or pleas. That just wasn’t her style. “What I am trying to say is…is that I had more good times with you than bad…and that…I am glad that I tried to kill you all those years ago! Yes! That is exactly what I am trying to say! Thank you for all your hard work!” She was rambling now. Denying the pain.
Before she could even help herself, Serena was leaning forwards and kissing the perfect clone like being that resembled her Kitten too much. It was far more painful to keep holding on than it was to let go. The reason for all of this was so that she could say goodbye for real…right? “Try not to miss me too much~” She said with a laugh as she pulled away yet again and patted his cheek fondly. Inside, it was like she was losing him all over again. It was like….she was being ripped apart. Seeing him, holding him…hearing his voice…
"Goodbye...Kitten..."
“Don’t forget me…”
"Don't become too lazy in that card. I am sure Che can put you to work. Right?"
“It’s not fair…I still need you…”
“Eh…I guess I should go...I need to make my way back…Not sure where I am going yet …But the world is my oyster~”
".....Stop me..and tell me...that you really are staying...
((NPC---Seb)
Being the ever so efficient butler, Sebastian had kept himself busy during this little reunion but sending out business emails via his cell phone. Every now and then he would look up from the device to study the rest of the people in the room. Che was still buzzed out of his mind on Tai’s special brew, Will and Serena was being unnaturally lovey dovey and the room still stunk of stagnant urine. So, with a shrug, the dark haired butler went back to typing without a care in the world. Well, besides the constant message alerts he received from Myra. The blonde haired female was probably the only weakness Seb had. And as such, she got away with spamming him with random emotes, youtube vids about funny cats and even the occasional virus. Though the last thing was something Seb tolerated to…a certain point.
“And…that is the last email done…” Sebastian smirked to himself as he pocketed his cell phone and resumed his people watching habit. It was then that he noticed that Che was in need of a bit of help. “Handkerchief? What?” It was hard to make out just what it was Cheani was trying to say….Or rather…Seb found it funnier to watch Che in his moment of pain. He feigned innocence and even cupped one of his ears claiming that he couldn’t hear the Italian. And at last, the sneeze came. Apparently Serena hadn’t been affected by it that much. Rather, it had woken the girl from her midsummer night’s dream like state. With a small chuckle, Sebastian stepped backwards into a portal and appeared directly behind Che in a split second. He dangled a napkin in front of the frizzy haired male in the same manner a person would dangle string for a kitten. “You should have just said that this is what you wanted. All those hand signals and hissing noises….I thought that Tai’s drink had really gone to your head~”
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 4:49 pm
((Will))
It was calming quiet moment as the two reunited, basking in the calm silence with ever annoying hissing from Che trying to hiss a message to Sebastian...until Che couldn't it anymore.
"Hurry u--uaahh---aaahhCHOO!!"
And in a snap, Will's hand involuntarily jerked up and smacked Serena in the cheek thanks to Che's body reeling due to the sneeze. ".....Cheani.............."
"Don't lie to me, Kitten..."
"Sorry guys! That---that was my fault. I apologize...Seb, bring me a freakin' napkin already? Thank you! Um, you two can keep hugging now...."
But it seemed Serena was on a roll.. as she spewed more about telling him farewell. Why was she being so silly? Will was dead, but he was still here and seeing her.
""Goodbye...Kitten...Don't become too lazy in that card. I am sure Che can put you to work. Right? Eh…I guess I should go...I need to make my way back…Not sure where I am going yet …But the world is my oyster~”
The blonde maestro twitched and looked at his twitching hand "F*** you, Cheani." He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Serena. "Come with me. I won't leave you again, bunny."
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 6:13 pm
Hitonomi sped down the stairs and shot towards the lobby of the building. Bursting through the double doors, he then came to a sudden halt. He knew he needed to make a choice. Almost as fast as he could calculate he began running the situation in his head. Aoi had been confronted and then the Ice cores she had been given were triggered. Hitonomi tried to hail her over the radio again once more, only getting a hissing static in the receiver. His face became pale as he realized something. Aoi was not just in there in an unknown position, she was dressed and made to look as Kojiro....
At that moment he realized he needed to also consider the situation not just as Aoi. Kojiro could have either betrayed his own group, or had been mortally wounded....or worse...but there may be a possibility that the other Fallen Phoenix do not see through the guise at all, and they are helping Aoi as one of their own.
The possibilities began to stack up endlessly as alternate angles began to be considered. Hitonomi looked at his small indicator, it was a receiver that had been reporting all of the happenings at the house. There were multiple targets, there were no drops in temperature so Kojiro was not able to use his powers yet...with no visual he had to assume that Serena had been discovered...He trusted she still had her instincts and at least some of her skills he had taught her, but he also feared she had grown complacent. Being so close to such power can do that. Kojiro was still unmeasured, but he was unstable, making him a threat, If Serena was discovered. she may be pushed to do something desperate. As he was thinking, one more light had illuminated. It blinked steadily...and Hitonomi's heart sank.
...He headed to Serena and Kojiro.
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Hitonomi had closed in on the building. He did not see anything immediately. Not taking any chances, Hitonomi had assumed there were hostiles nearby. The seasoned gunner took his weapon off of safe and made his way inside. He quickly shot up the stairs and almost the same moment he stepped towards the level where he left them, Hitonomi's steps fell to almost no sound whatsoever. Like a phantom haunting the building, Hitonomi moved along towards the wall like a shadow, taking not for any movement. Silently he made his way towards the door and slipped inside, holding his weapon silently...grasping the charm against the pistol's grip. The last indicator was picking up a fluctuation in energy. It could have been Kojiro...or another Owl using their powers...Serena was still not able to fight back against something like that.
Getting a first glance before he could get caught, he peered in from the living room and towards the rooms down the hall. He caught a glimpse of a slender figure and then proceeded to draw his weapon. Only to stop, seeing Serena in from the corner.
He grit his teeth in frustration.
It was a tearful reunion between her and her lover...that damned pompous idiot. He should have known than to make the mistake of believing William DeScythe was dead...he would have to see it for himself for that to be true...The fool must have set off the monitors while making his entry. Hitonomi's knuckles turned white as he realized he made a grave mistake. As always, Will had made his way to her, He was infatuated with her and they truly loved each other. Their bond was always stronger than the one he shared with Serena, that was proved time and time again, but the past was in the past. When received word that he had passed on, he could not help but feel sympathy, and would do what he could in the shadows. In the end, Hitonomi was only human, and their weathered bond would break in time if his body didn't first. He would never admit it even when he faced glaring odds. He still held it close like a broken toy a child would endear for eternity...such sentimental values are only important to the one wielding it after all.
"Hitonomi....that weapon...even in hands as dangerous as yours...it looks like a plaything with that ridiculous charm hanging off of it..."
"Are the bullets dangerous?"
"....O-Of course..."
"...Then my enemy will have very little time to be mocking my gun."
"B-But...."
"...To anyone else...it may be nothing but trash....to me...It is a good luck charm..."
"Its rare for someone with your reputation to be speaking about luck...Is that why you carry that odd pouch on your person?"
"No...."
"Still won't tell anybody eh?"
Hitonomi had already slipped from out of the building, remaining as covert as possible. Shooting out of the door, Hitonomi had burst out back into the winter. He had spent alot of his stamina trying to get to them quickly. Now, due to his foolish mistake, he began pushing his body to the limits as he rushed towards Aoi's position. The cold air began to fill his lungs and feel as though it was crystallizing the flesh in his body. Making every breath as though he had needles pressing inside him. The gunner holstered his weapons and continued his headlong dash.
"...Hitonmi....I'm.......I'm scared."
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"What the hell happened?!"
"Hey! Get a healer in here!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 7:20 pm
"Give me that...." Without further ado, Che snatched the napkin from the text, blogging, youtubing butler and wipe his nose clean. The to which William was tethered began to grow tired from staying elevated and still for so long. Naturally, the Italian's arm began to quake and quiver out of fatigue. From his free hand came another set of threads that connected to the same points on the Satan Owl's back. Che's tired hand fell soon thereafter, but not before receiving the soiled napkin from the two-toned eyed butler. "Hmph," replied Che in a coarse, sandpapery whisper, "You try some of Tai's special drink! You try getting slapped in the face by those...whip-like hands!" The annoyed Italian simmered down after the small speech that had him speaking in the manner any annoyed Italian would. "Sheesh, you mook. How about you make yourself useful and get us an air freshener, eh?"
As a child, Che would sometimes watch a few soap operas with his mother Delilah to pass the time. Some of them were interesting while others were simply too cheesy to watch. Over the years, that kind of fanciful, lovey dovey, fate-based garbage had become less and less interesting to him. Ironically, standing less than a few yards away from him was a scene that was similar to each of those old soaps his mother used to watch. Because it was Will, his mentor, father figure and best friend, the Owl did his best to master the situation in his own way. That was by remaining quiet save for the occasional cough. Now, that his attention had worn paper thin, he began to see this union of lover's as just another scene in a soap opera. Again, because it was Will, he wanted the blonde to take all the time he needed with his silver haired woman friend. Che also wanted to move his legs now.
"They should totally get a room...right Seb? Seb?" Over his shoulder Che looked for the butler. He'd returned over to where Serena was already and had left him once again to fend for his bored self. "Goddamn it Sebastian." As Serena walked away, Che's brow cocked before his eyes drifted to Will. Was he going to let her go just like that? Was it over between them? Tune in for the next---no. Will had embraced her once again proving that no matter how far she got from him, he'd still be able to reach her. "Y-you guys. Hey, lovebirds!" Che spoke up, his voice weakened by the awkward placement of his call. "Serena. Will. If you two want, I can both put you into a card and carry you around in my head...if that makes any sense. Because you're alive Serena, you won't be able to stay like Will can. Does that sound like something you'd like to try?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 5:51 pm
((Serena))
“Come with me. I won't leave you again, bunny."
How was that even possible? Surely Will was in a place where the living couldn’t follow. Would Serena need to die in order to follow him back to the place Che had summoned him from? The thought was terrifying and for a while Serena couldn’t bring herself to make a sound. All she could hear was the gentle thumping of her heart as it slowed down to a relaxed pace. Serena had realised a while back that the only time she was ever completely calm was when she was wrapped in Wills arms…or when she was letting off some steam at a practice range. Ah, it was clear that Serena was not going to be able to simply walk away from her Kitten. Even after rambling out a goodbye, she was still there. What’s more is that she was once again in Wills arms; the place where she was most relaxed, most vulnerable and most dangerous. It was also the safest place. “Will…how can I possibly come with you?” The words were nothing but a whisper. Surely Will was grasping at thin air when he said such ridiculous things.
Serena knew that it was now down to her to be the bigger person. It was down to her to pull away and to tell Will that what they once had was now over. It was strange to think that despite the years she had spent working for this man, this was where they split. To Serena, it felt as though they didn’t even spend enough time together to turn the hourglass. Life really wasn’t fair. But at least she had this moment. She was blessed in a sense to be able to say goodbye for real. Her grieving would surely become less of a burden to those around her. All she needed to do was reassure herself that Will wasn’t that far away. He would always be there…in some shape or form. She so quick to agree with her subconscious…but did her legs feel so weak? Why wasn’t she able to be the stronger person for once and walk away? Rip the plaster in one quick swipe and then smother the healing wound with antibacterial cream to stop any unwanted infection. It was best to kill it all off in one go…right? “Kitten…prolonging this isn’t fair….” Serena muttered as she twisted herself round to face the former Satan Owl. “This isn’t-------“
"Y-you guys. Hey, lovebirds! Serena. Will. If you two want, I can both put you into a card and carry you around in my head...if that makes any sense. Because you're alive Serena, you won't be able to stay like Will can. Does that sound like something you'd like to try?"
What on earth was that bumbling Italian man going on about?! Great, talk about ruin the moment! The Vanishing Owl’s eye twitched lightly as she tried to hide a look of complete and utter confusion. “Eh….” Ah, too late. Her eyes narrowed in concentration as she stared blankly at the bushy haired card magician. “What….what the hell are you trying to say? Carry me around in your head? Will…. Is your student having weird thoughts about me?” The assassins’ cheeks flared red out of embarrassment and she couldn't help but study Che with caution. Was this man on drugs? Well, all those years spent knowing Will....Damn, was this what she would become over time?!
“I don’t…I don’t know what he is trying to say…” But if this man was offering her a chance to be with Will….however strange…she would take it. There was no doubt in the white haired females’ mind that could possibly lead to her turning down an offer like this. “So…I will become a playing card? Can I be the Queen of Hearts!? Eh…..What…..what about the…the babies?…..Would I be a ghost or something? Oh jeeze…what if I die in there?! Can that happen?”…….. “Would that mean you would be able to…read my mind? Can I read yours?....Oh…and where would I live?” And so starts another round of rambling… Taking a small breath to calm herself, Serena looked to Will for some sort of reassurance and help “Kitten….@,@’’’”
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 7:10 pm
((Will))
“Will…how can I possibly come with you?”
Will only held his bunny tighter as she asked that of himself and herself. She finally twisted herself around, declaring that it wasn't fair for him to prolong their relationship since he was dead. At that point, Che finally got the cue and offered to give Serena some sanctuary in the card world with Will, however short it may be. Of course, Serena was completely confused and flushed, thinking Che was messed up....which he partially was because he was high on Tai.
“What….what the hell are you trying to say? Carry me around in your head? Will…. Is your student having weird thoughts about me?...So…I will become a playing card? Can I be the Queen of Hearts!? Eh…..What…..what about the…the babies?…..Would I be a ghost or something? Oh jeeze…what if I die in there?! Can that happen? Would that mean you would be able to…read my mind? Can I read yours?....Oh…and where would I live?......Kitten….@,@”
The Nocturne Owl smirked and chuckled. "Silly bunny." He hugged the albino woman and stroked her hair. "Cheani is a paper manipulator. My soul is in his card. You would end up in a card, but the card world is structured so that we are really all together in the cards. We would be together... the children would be with us, won't they, Cheani? Che's thoughts show up in the card world, so we can read his thoughts. He can hear us speak back to him. In this way, we would be in his mind." The former Satan kissed the albino. "But we can still have privacy from him. Trust me." The blonde patted Serena on the head. "Do you remember Pokemon? Cheani likes to liken the cardworld to a Pokeball. It will be fine. If it isn't, I'll torture my student until it is fine."
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((Cerbs))
Meanwhile Cerbs had sniffed his way over to Kojiro's room. The hell hound "Mrr"-ed and then stuck one head, then a second head, and finally the third through an opening of the door to a certain apartment. "Rikkkkkkka----roops." No Rika. "Mrrrr?" Instead, there was Kojiro, Rika's owner, looking awfully fatigued and not in the best of shape. The hound padded over slowly and softly. "Koooojiroooo!" Cerbs mouthed playfully. One of the heads panted as the hound approached. That head was looking to lick Kojiro.
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 2:31 am
"Am I having weird thoughts about you? I do think you're crazy, but that's the extent of it," replied the Italian with a nonchalant shrug. Che's purple eyes caught the red of the flustered albino's cheeks and he looked away to his pants pocket. In there was the last of his 'blank' cards, the only portal into and out of his mind. Until he managed to find the time to construct some, there would be no more of these to throw away like this. "No children please. Especially yours Maestro....I've had enough the anklebiters for the pass...millennium or so." Fidgeting with the card, making sure not to crumple it, Cheani complained over his distaste for kids. It was probably his own children and the trouble they caused that left him reluctant towards the idea of more or others. "Umm, well, just as---I might be able to read you mind. I give the residents of my mind more privacy than you think. Now...just as Will said, it works like Pokemon. Y'know, gotta catch'em all? That Pokemon." Gripped so delicately between the tips of Che's index finger and thumb was the blank card used to store souls in permanently and people for a good amount of time. "Paper Manipulator, medium to the after world, magician, con-man...I'm a man of many talents. They all suck except for this one though," said Che as he approached the Serena/Will hugfest. "All I do is put down and you step on it...barefoot of course. Oooor, I pretend you're an envelope and smack your forehead with this card like a stamp. Either way, you'll end up in my head to add onto my perpetual headache. Your call, Bunny." For a flicker of a moment, the puppeteer's hand feel causing Will to vanish. Che, with a face straighter than a line, resumed the ghostly projection as if nothing had happened....he only blinked, then offered up grin a tiny little apologetic grin as a response.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 2:59 pm
((Serena))
The poor confused and startled Vanishing Owl listened as her beloved Kitten went on to explain what it would mean to be sealed into a card. So it would be like living in a different world? A world in which Will was still alive? Ah if that was true then she could still be with Will! But the more Will explained the more it confused the albino woman “His thoughts pop up? Like….pop ups on a computer?” The thought of that happening…well, Serena was already suspecting that the pop up thoughts would make her jump each and every time. She was about to question that part again but Will was still going on. Now he was speaking about privacy. How…could they possibly have privacy when little Cheani pop ups would be…well...popping up! Surely the mood would be completely destroyed should it ever even have a chance to begin! “Woah…wait a min----“ Serena shut her mouth as Will began rambling on about pokemon. How can this get any more confusing? “Pokemon…Of course I remember that blasted game…” A smirk lifted the corners of her lips “I only remember because you played it and locked yourself away for two weeks….Refusing to come out for anything until you completed it…Tsch, honestly….”
Serena turned to glare at Che when he finally spoke up. “You think I am crazy?” If Che wasn’t the one needed to summon Will…Serena would have lunged at the Italian and showed him just how crazy she could really be. A small twitch was the only thing that hinted the woman’s anger but she kept at bay and listened as Che further explained the card world to her. More talk of pokemon and the denial of her children was enough to have the white haired woman react. “Oh do stop this talk about pokemon! I swear men love their gadgets more than they should…” She levelled her eyes with the purple hues of Che’s “Do tell me…What is wrong with our children? I can assure you that they won’t be causing nearly as much Chaos as myself or Will should you insult or deny them anymore…” Well, at least Che confirmed that there would be privacy. Seriously, the last thing Serena would want would be for those damn pop ups to ruin any moments that may occur.
It seemed simple enough. To stand on the card and be sent to the place in which Will’s spirit resided. Her silver eyes darted from the blank card in Che’s hand to the ghostly form of Will. She smirked when the Italian mentioned the other way in which she could be sealed inside the card. “Oh? Smack me on the forehead like a stamp…..You would enjoy that, wouldn’t you, Cheani?~ Revenge for that smack I gave you, hmm?” Joking aside, the Italian was right when he said it was her call…it really was up to her. Could she really face losing Will again? As if to help her decide, Che let his hand fall to his side. In that small movement, Will’s projection was wiped away. “No….” Serena almost fell forward in hopes of capturing some part of Will but he was completely gone. Once again, she was without him. She looked to the Italian who seemed a bit more sober and serious by this point, and nodded her head once. At that moment Will was back….and this time Serena wasn’t going to let him go… “Fine…I will do it…I will go with him…” She looked to Will and then the blank card in the paper manipulators hand “I will do it, Cheani"
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 4:43 pm
"Am I having weird thoughts about you? I do think you're crazy, but that's the extent of it."
It didn't matter. Cheani was an oddball in his own right. He really wasn't in a position to say Serena was crazy. Then, Will's dark haired mentee stated that he didn't want any children, especially his. The blonde narrowed his eyes. "Kid." And then Will's image flickered as he found himself inside his card for a split second mobbed by miniCerbs until he flashed into existence back in the real world again. "...." Oh, that kid knew. He had a sheepish grin on his face.
“Pokemon…Of course I remember that blasted game…I only remember because you played it and locked yourself away for two weeks….Refusing to come out for anything until you completed it…Tsch, honestly….”
Will's eyebrow twitched for a moment. "That was Cheani's fault. He challenged me on a bet." A bet that Will had actually lost, a rare, once in a blue moon event, because he had completed the game fried the gameboy that the Pokemon game was on and lost all his data, including the existence of the uber rare Hakachu Pokemon. Frying the game had erased proof of his completion of the game to Cheani...and Will sure didn't feel like playing it again.
The former Satan Owl couldn't help but smirk as Serena defended their unborn children. "She's right, you know...I know exactly what to do to push your patience, Cheani." He met his albino bunny's gaze as she stated that she would join him in the card world while looking at the blank card in Che's hand.
“I will do it, Cheani"
The Maestro stroked his bunny's hair as he received a message from Cerbs. "Ah, and Cerbs found Koji-san. He's awake and nearby."
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 6:37 am
Kojiro was silent the whole time. His body was still and his mind beaten into another submissive moment of clarity, unable to command the Ice user's small body into any action. He listened as closely to the conversation as it was carried over in the weak walls of the shoddy excuse for a home, though Kojiro's room was no better. In any case, he began to piece together the situation, slowly understanding what was going on. Though he only caught pieces of it, it was enough for the Ice user to understand. In truth, the fact alone caused his chest to tighten, but he knew better...and at this point he was unsure things would play out any better if he acted...so far nothing he did would change it. Amidst all of these thoughts, a gentle, broken, and almost completely undetectable trace of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
His attention from the conversation was stolen by an odd sound coming from the doorway. He still did not move even as he sensed someone else entering the room, partially in fear of another paralyzing jolt, but also because he was indeed too fatigued to really do anything about any event that could take place. As he heard the door fully open, he heard a familiar sound...
"Koooojiroooo!"
It was strange, he was never too fond of it. Its resemblance to a yokai and destructive tendencies and overall demeanor usually repelled Kojiro from ever getting too close to the Hellhound. However, the ability to speak allowed Cerberus to pronounce Kojiro's name. It had been so long since he had heard his name in such a manner from anybody, Raven had always been away from Exire, even Serena had been gone for such a long time as well. Others would address him formally or for orders to take or give. It was...nice Hearing it was strange, but even from such a creature, Kojiro could not help but feel a small bit of comfort in it. Kojiro did not try to move or defend himself from Cerberus, letting the hound like his face. Kojiro's body simply moved like a lifeless doll as his head moved slightly from Cerberus,s act of affection, still not showing much of a response from all those thoughts and commotion. However, slowly, Kojiro's hand slowly slid across the sheets towards the Hellhound to stroke its hair, but his hand stopped short of the bed, pausing for some reason. He was sure if he lifted moved excessively again he would surely be jolted again, but Kojiro still felt hesitant around the creature. Not to mention his current mental state hindering him from much of a response.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 1:32 pm
Che had found a worthwhile way of passing the time as Serena-chan fussed him out over a few joking words. Well, of course thought the little white haired woman was crazy...bonkers...what ever word could describe her desire to be with Will and his myriad of crazies. This didn't include himself though as Che knew that he was the one with alllll of the sense around here. From his pinky, he flicked away a ball of earwax Serena helped loosen for him with her voice. It wasn't shrill or agonizing in anyway, but it was slathered with just enough conviction and confusion that it helped the annoying buildup of earwax slip right on out. Turning his attention to the pink wall of text once again, Che let loose a lazy sigh and said, "Yes, but you're not the only one I think is crazy. Don't lose any sleep over it, alright?" Briefly, for a flicker of a second, Che looked over to Will who, as usual, was simply fine with these paranormal turn of events. Why, if the room weren't so dark and Che were standing a wee bit closer to him, he may have found a smile buried within those pale chops of his. His attention didn't stay on Will long though, for once more, Serena-dearest had something to say. William himself retorted with a blame-placing statement Che lifted a brow to.
"You only lost because I cheated the cartridge...." From the edge of his pocket glimmered the dim light of a vintage Game Boy Color. Unbeknownst to Che, the screen was cracked the bits, but a few numbers and letters were still visible. Barely. Slipping it back into his pocket, the gambling man added, "You can try again if you like. Now, then, just keep your kids away from certain parts of my mind and they'll remain innocent. Simple enough I hope." A short discussion followed the back and forth. The blank card sat in Che's hand itching to be used. At least it's owner was anyway. The potential of the item in his hand was something he knew would bring the blonde and the pale haired woman happiness albeit at his expense. The Italiano didn't mind it as there were already many things racing through his racked mind. What was another two beings, one dead and the other alive, to deal with? Not to mention their kids from time to time....leaving ice cream all over the floors of his mind and candy everywhere........Maybe this wasn't such a great idea........
"You two will be a problem, and so will your kids. But you know what? You know what....I already have alot to deal with. You two won't be *gulp* that much more of a hassle...." There were no more suspicions, no more qualms, no more indecision left within the bunny as far as Che could tell. Some, but not enough to have her dropping out at the last minute. The crazy doctor smirk he wore didn't help the situation either, but surely the once assassin has seen weirder faces. As Che dropped the card to the floor just before Serena, he spoke to her. "You are crazy Serena. So is Will. Anyone who's ever loved is crazy. I'm insane because I'm letting you stay in my head! Now, if you'd just stand perfectly still for me then~" Faking a yawn, Che the magician sauntered past Serena, leaving the inert card laying before her face up. When he was at a nice distance, he bumped her with his hip and sent her tumbling forward onto the card. Unless she could catch herself, she'd be faceplanting not on the floor, but on a reflective, grid-like landscape that would seem to stretch on for an eternity. As Serena fell into the light that produced, the lazy, bushy haired man actually yawned. Following a crack of his neck, he said to Will who stood across from him, "Oops." The cords of energy separated the brunette from the blonde and soon, Che's company vanished leaving no trace of having ever been there.
"Annnnd, that's that I guess. Time to mosey on along the trail..."
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 3:45 pm
Kojiro's body began to once again show that it had yet to forfeit itself to exhaustion. Steadily, he tilted his head to peek out of the doorway. He watched as the conversation they had began to come to an end. He could feel the dead silence once again creeping into the enviroment Once again, someone had left him...
...He was not that naive.
He knew better at this point to stop lying to himself. Capable of solving intricate puzzles and ciphers...Kojiro knew better than to fool himself into something that was never true. Kojiro had been a pawn every second he spent with the Albino. If she had ever been there to be a friend or family...she would have never been so focused on training him. The Blonde Owl had explained it himself. He remembered her parting words...once again, that hurtful memory flashed in his mind. she was not there for him, she was there to carry out a task she was given...her purpose and presence was never to be so close...weather it had been chance or accident, Kojiro should have never considered being so selfish as to want her, as family or a friend. She had her own family, she had her own life to live out. Kojiro knew he had to understand that, she had a child and a husband. Kojiro was a fake, he was simply there by chance and another point on some side mission. She found Kojiro washed up and at his limit...at that moment of weakness he could have believed anything she told him. Wanting someone to hold more than anything in the world, he trusted her and forced himself to believe that she was telling the truth, lying to himself when the coincidence was so unbelievably apparent.
Even then, as his cold and calculative conclusions began to evaluate and completely elaborate on the truth in his mind. The heart he had tried desperately to protect from harm was once again writhing and tearing to pieces, every time to truth hit him, it simply wrenched in his chest. No battle he ever fought, no flames have ever burned so painfully, nor any blade ever cut as deep as the wounds he was inflicting on himself at that moment of reflection. Warm tears began to pool up in his tired eyes and streamed down his emotionless and scarred face. Amidst all the sadness he was feeling, even his own control over ice was crippled, leaving him as powerless as his emotions simply welled up in his heart.
Despite all of this, he still managed a small subtle broken trace of a smile on his otherwise empty stare, unlike him, she found her happiness, she found a way to stay with those she loved. Kojiro had lost almost everything in his life, leaving only a few survivors in this damned war. Despite the lies, and false pretenses they had met...he still loved her like those he had let close to his heart. Though he wished he could have seen her face one last time, or heard her voice...it was for the better. Kojiro helplessly clung to people like the plague, too weak to stand for himself and move on, tied to foolish fantasy and hope. He knew if he gave them up...it would leave nothing but...
...Kojiro suddenly realized something.
Forfeiting everything, no concern for the weak or frail...humans would forever mark him with the Phoenix, there was no way he could ever hope to regain their understanding. Nothing he cared about was within his range, nobody was there for him anymore. Seeing the flaws in his own infantile beliefs, he would cast them away. He would hold close only those strong enough to withstand his crushing frost. Other Owls, have time and time again showed they are not to be trusted or protected....If they did not fall in line with the Phoenix...they would die as well. Kojiro too would fall if he kept on this pitiful path of self inflicted sadness. He did not have to hold close to family anymore. He didn't have to treasure dreams of a happy reality. If he wanted to keep what little was still valuable in his life he simply needed to fight with them that's all that was important now, he would need to come to terms. He was still in a war, and if anyone stood in his way...
"...This isn't right...is this really the only way?..."
...He would destroy them...or die in the fog of war trying...
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