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 Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 4:54 pm
Staring off into the forbidden mist she wondered if maybe some part of her had thought that this would lead her back to Ohtori. That maybe, in the place where three known lands converged (though subtly) the mistique would be broken and she could walk forth unnoticed. If she were to be wholly honest with herself she might have considered the fact she was chasing her memories - something she had vowed never to do again. But the pain of leaving those memories behind seemed almost more so than the memories themselves. She would not admit that Akio had won, That she'd failed Anthy, and she'd failed herself.
There was a time when she'd thought the ocean may want her, and that suicide was perhaps an option, but she realized that despite her failures she could not just give up. It was not the kind of person she was, nor was it the kind of person anyone would want her to be.
That was the sole reason she was here, staring off between treacherous mist and beckoning sea. In a trance, if you will, and praying for some sort of - wasn't it ironic? - miracle.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 7:57 am
...Hello what was this?
The gold-dappled stallion peered down at the ground below and ahead of him; there was a figure standing there, a figure that didn’t seem to have any wings. Curiosity piqued, something that didn’t happen too often these days, the phoenix swooped downwards to land with a light series of thumps some way behind the pale coated creature. An Ichsa like him, save where he lacked a horn she lacked wings. Ha. Between them they made one whole creature, on the outside at any rate.
“Lost something?” he asked after a moment, noting how the pink-maned creature stared off into the distance.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 3:21 pm
It took her a long while to notice him, despite his morderately loud noises. That irritated Utena to no end. Staring off in hopes for some magical occurance was going to do nothing but get her killed.
"Huh?" she answered, flicking her head back to get a good look at the Nequus that broke her mind flow. "Oh, I er. . . not really." Liar. She'd lost a lot of things that she'd never be getting back.
The question made her a little bit unguarded. It was if he'd read her mind and was particularily smug about it. In any normal circumstance she might have shrugged it off with a smile, but today she was dwelling and she didn't have time for high-and-mightiness.
"I'm not sure why its of any concern to you," she answered bluntly. It was an honest enough retort. She really shouldn't have been of any worry to him. So why was he pestering her?
Then again, that was rather mean. "But if I'm wrong, please correct me." There. All better now.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 3:39 pm
Fawkes quirked a twisted smile at the girl. Snappy, and then trying to recover herself. She must be quite a young thing, but then everything that lived today was a young thing compared to him. “It isn’t of any concern to me,” the red-eyed stallion said as he settled his wings more comfortably at his sides. “I was just interested, not concerned.”
What could anybody be looking for in those mists? The furthest he’d been into them was three strides in a long ago fit of youthful ego, hoping to prove there was nothing to it at all. This whispers and flickers of lives that even at the time had been long past had sent him backing out before he’d gone any further. You’d have to be nuts to want anything in there, but then maybe this mare was; he knew well enough that sometimes physical faults reflected a damaged mind within.
“What’s your name then girl?” he asked, looking her up and down again; she was of a height with him, quite impressive. “I’m Fawkes,” he added after a moment so that she had no call to get grumpy with him for the question. He wasn’t sure he felt like dealing with more grumpy people just yet, no, no he didn’t want to have to deal with grumpy people until he’d got his breath back and until he could feel the prickle of fire ready to respond to his commands once more. Not possessing a horn put a major crimp in his fighting style unless he had fire ready to put about his hooves, and he didn’t like to feel that he might be in danger of getting into a fight he couldn’t win.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 3:56 pm
Interesting? Was it the hot pink hair that made her interesting? Maybe she should get someone to cut it off, then again, that would probably make her more so. Oh wait, those wings. That would certainly drag them in for miles.
She squinted at his face, noticing that he, too, lacked something. It was rather hard to lose your horn, she thought with a smirk. Maybe he was born without it?
"That's an odd name," she said allowed, before she realized it. Whoops.
"I'm Utena Tenjou, but in Ohtori they call me the pink prince." Oh sure, just go throwing out your ego, that will make you new friends, Utena. Then again, did she want this one's company?
Back to the word interesting - was it really just her wings he was after? She kept a close eye on him and made sure there was a nice wide birth between his hooves and hers. She cleared her throat. It was unbearable how uncomfortable he made her feel, and it didn't take her much longer to figure out why.
He reminded her of Touga. She wrinkled her nose distastefully. "Well, I suppose you can be interested, so long as you don't try anything." Best to make it clear.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 4:14 pm
Fawkes laughed. Quite a lot of what she’d just said had been laugh-worthy, but he address the last first. “Don’t worry,” he told the mare with a snort, “you aren’t my type.”
Ohtori. Now just where and what was Ohtori? Maybe he'd ask later, the name didn't ring a bell in the slightest.
“A prince, hu?” the hornless Ichsa went on after a moment, looking the pale creature before him over carefully once more. “Is that a figurative prince, or a literal one?” So far as he was aware, there weren’t many herds which called their leaders kings, queen, princes and such-like. One which did, of course, was the Katilenuck. Perhaps her herd was a bit like those inbred idiots, it would explain her mutant lack of wings, certainly; there was only so many times you could breed with your siblings before everything started going a bit wrong in the offspring department.
“Oh, and the feeling’s mutual so far as names go,” the dappled stallion added as he played her introduction over in his head again. Utena Tenjou the Pink Prince. Frankly if he was her, he’d be trying to play down that awful shade of mane and tail as much as he could, but perhaps she liked it; in his experience fillies were inclined to like pink in the same way that water is inclined to run downhill.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 7:00 pm
Thank god. "You better be telling the truth," she snipped. "For your own sake." Not that she liked the idea of 'not being someone's type', either. It was a feeling torn between wanting to be accepted by everyone, and wanting the world to leave her alone. Her life was full of columdrones, wasn't it?
"None of the above," she answered, not giving him any hints as to what the actual answer was. She didn't need to tell him her whole life history, nor did he seem to want to hear it. Boring details didn't seem his type. Maybe that's why she wasn't his type. Boring details Utena. It was her new name, look it up.
He didn't have to like her name she liked her name. "Don't like the color pink?" she grinned, noticing him staring at her tattered locks. She could ask it of everyone. No one liked the color pink, except for her. It was the most beautiful color there ever was, and no ones thoughts would change her opinion on the matter.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 9:29 am
The stallion snorted and shook his head. “No, never have liked the colour.” Her answer to the whole prince thing was interesting. Neither figurative nor literal. There was something for him to puzzle over if she never did get around to explaining what she meant. Quite why a mare would want to be a prince he couldn’t imagine, well actually he could but that kind of mare would probably have cut out the pink prefix and tried to stain their mane and tail a different colour. An interesting one this Utena was, for sure.
“Tell me,” the dappled Ichsa said after a moment, turning his eyes out into the mists that the pale mare had been studying before he’d spoken, “is there anything interesting out there?” Maybe she knew something he didn’t; just because she was young didn’t mean she couldn’t have come across some special piece of knowledge... Ah, hello, good; he could feel the heat of fire under his skin again. Perhaps he’d show off with it a bit in a moment if the conversation started to wane.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 10:28 am
Should she tell him? Tell him about Ohtori? Would he find her crazy? Had she really imagined it all?
No. No, she couldn't have. No one could make up something like that, no matter how paranormal they were. It had existed and Anthy was still out there somewhere with that. . . that . . .
She couldn't finish her own sentence, for there was still a bit of heartache left with that name. Low life. He was a low life. What he did, what he was still doing.
She choked on her own breath, and gritted her teeth, hoping that Fawkes hadn't noticed. He'd likely laugh at her, and she wouldn't stand for that. Her eyes swept over the mist, and she decided one answer would be safe. If she told him about all of it, and he was interested there was a good chance she'd merely be dooming someone she barely knew.
"Just illusions of people chasing memories." How come he was the only one asking questions?
"I . . . er. . . how'd you lose your horn?" he finally asked. It was the most interesting thing about him, but she was still a bit off as to asking the question. He seemed more interested in asking the questions than them being asked, but Utena was more into trading.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 11:55 am
The stallion had been about to respond with either a comment or another question when Utena spoke again. The stallion snorted angrily at the memory. That b*****d... Still, there was no harm in telling her about it he supposed. “A traitor,” he growled , ears pinning themselves back against his skull. “A long time ago, there was an Ichsa stallion who went around murdering Aeri and Reya. I didn’t know or care why, I just set out to stop him, idealistic idiot that I was. I fought him once and lost, but I was a determined young thing and I decided to try again.” He wouldn’t tell her about the first time, the time with the fire, not yet anyway. Maybe later on if he decided to let her know about his fire he would, otherwise he wouldn’t.
“Anyway, I searched for him, but could not find him. In the end an Aeri called Redfleck led me to the cave where he was staying at the time. The Ichsa and I fought, and in the end I defeated him. Before long Redfleck arrived, but it was not to congratulate me. It was to kill me. He said that an Ichsa killing the one who had killed Aeri and Reya did not make a good enough story, so he snapped my horn off and pushed me off a precipice before going off to tell of how I had died trying to kill that Ichsa, and of how he had triumphed.”
Fawkes gave another disgusted snort and flicked his wings a few times before settling them at his sides once more. “As you see however, I didn’t die as he planned for me. Sadly however I couldn’t find him to exact my revenge, either.” And what a damn shame that was. It would’ve been nice to find him and set fire to him. Now that would have made a good story.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 12:04 pm
She took a few steps back. She hadn't meant to offend him, and she didn't want to start a fight. His voice reassured her and she poised her ears forwards to listen even as his were heading the other direction.
Murdering? her eyes widened, but she didn't interrupt his story. It would be just the kind of thing she would do - to set out to stop a murder, but she'd have first learned why. Was that her problem, she always had to know why, to know every side o the situation?
"What a lousy reason to try and kill someone," Utena blurted out at the part about a 'good enough story'. "Do you think he's still out there somewhere?" She did not know of Fawkes' lengthened age, and probably couldn't tell lest he told her.
She didn't want to know about 'exacting revenge'. She'd almost killed someone once in her heated anger. It was not something she was proud of, but it meant that she could relate. Then again, it had been done to Fawkes himself and not to his friends. She might be able to give forgiveness had someone been trying to kill her, but the other was something she could not. There positions were different after all.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 12:31 pm
Fawkes shook his head to the question right away. “No, he’ll be long dead by now,” he said with a snort. Let her make of that whatever she would; she seemed like a smart enough girl, maybe she’d wonder at how young he must have been in battle if Redfleck was long gone... Did he want her to wonder, to ask? Possibly, he wasn’t quite sure.
In a way he wanted her to know what he was, wanted to brag a little about it perhaps yet... yet he wasn’t sure. If she reacted to his talents like those Bae had he might have quite a situation to deal with. He didn’t really feel like having to burn up and become a foal again right now; his body still worked just fine and he hadn’t been in it that long. He did dislike having to train his muscles to walk again each time he had to get himself out of a nasty situation that way.
“Still,” the orange-gold Ichsa flicked his wings dismissivly, “he was an idiot. Most people are, I find.” This girl would turn out to be an idiot too if he talked to her for too long, he had no doubt of it. Pink prince indeed. Bah. Perhaps she just called herself that in the hopes of attracting pretty princesses to her side or something similar.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 1:00 pm
Long dead? He didn't look old, but how long was long? In fact, he looked extremely young. Redfleck would have to have been old at the time, then, but it still didn't make sense. Her face contorted in concentration. She knew there was something she was missing. Great, she felt stupid now.
"I'm sorry, long? Was Redfleck very old?" Go ahead and laugh.
Utena swallowed hard. Yeah, she fell into the class of 'idiot' right along with the rest of it, but she got by.
"I'm sure everbody has their faults and strengths," she answered to his last part, not liking where this conversation was heading.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 4:10 am
Fawkes snorted. “Yes,” he replied, a distinct note of bitterness in his voice, “some of course have far more of one than the other. The only strength some have is knowing when to run away and some don’t even have that...” Humm... well it could be entertaining to tell her, really quite entertaining; her reactions thus far had been relatively interesting, it would be fun to see what she made of him. Trouble was, he wasn’t sure how to begin.
“No, he wasn’t old at all,” the phoenix said eventually. “He was in his prime at that time, and I was in my second though a little younger than he.” The gold-dappled stallion snorted and shook his head. “But as I say, that was a long time ago now. I’m not even sure which prime I’m on these days, one tends to lose track over the generations. A bit like birthdays I suppose,” the stallion gave a twisted smile, “once you’ve had a few they don’t matter quite so much anymore and a lot of the later ones blur together; you know how it is.” Well, that hadn’t been too bad a phrasing he supposed. Not the best, perhaps, but not terrible certainly; it should at least lead to surprised and or confusion along with further questions.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 10:23 am
Utena wasn't sure what he was getting at by 'some don't even have that'. She wondered if perhaps he'd once not known when it was best to run away and didn't know now? Or maybe it was visa versa?
"I guess I fall into your class of idiot, then," she answered with a nervous laugh. It was true she didn't know when to run away, or rather did, but couldn't bring herself to do it. The terror of facing herself - as she was now - was far scarier than meeting doom in a dangerous situation.
Second prime. . . The concept was nearly impossible to grasp. She thought she'd misheard, until he continued to repeat what 'prime' he was on. They were a bit like birthdays, but they weren't birthdays. Oh her head hurt.
"They haven't quite blurred together yet for me," she said quietly, avoiding the answer she'd formed on her brain. She almost wished they had blurred together already. Maybe her adult brain would better know what to do. No, she was still terribly young and already managed to get herself in a world of hurt. Stupid.
"So, that is to say, you've . . . " she didn't want to sound utterly ridiculous. She bit her tonuge, and said it anyway. "You've lived multiple lives?" It sounded worse when she said it out loud. "Ugh, that was completely ridiculous, wasn't it?"
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