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 Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 10:41 pm
 She was stuck. Wedged between two choices; wrapped in cobwebs whilst unwillingly sinking in quicksand, and detesting every moment of it. Every moment, every second of choice - because deciding was a weakness of hers. One of her numerous faults, one of the many flaws that she carried upon her organization's coat; upon her own back. But it could not be helped, she could not change who she was. Robin was Robin, Robin was a murderer, Robin needed to be told the truth, because Robin was uncertain as to whether or not Robin was sane enough to make any choices; whether or not she selected 'A' or 'B' mattered little; because either would result in calamity. Then, one would bring death upon herself - the other would bring death upon hundreds of thousands of Witches... Craft-Users...?
Or was it humans...?
She scratched frantically at a rock, tails drooping indecisively. What was wrong with her? What was her problem? Why was this happening? Why her? What had she done wrong? In swarmed more, and she could feel her claws dulling gradually, whereupon she stopped. Then she consoled the stone, offering an apology - but it didn't want to talk, nor did it accept. Almost she was offended until the realization of what it was she was speaking to hit. Then she laughed at herself, decided that she was, in fact, insane; after which came a seat upon the ground beneath her.
How she missed Father Juliano. Dearly, dearly yearned for his presence. Someone she could have easily brought this problem to; a man who would have understood. A friend who would not judge her. This, she needed. This, she wanted. Yet at the same time, this was something she could not have, because Juliano was thousands of miles away from her. And so she was alone.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 6:41 pm
 Absence, oblivion, quiet. It was the mantra that blared inside his head, the preemptive revelation to an oncoming stretch of bitterness as he stalked through the winding paths of dust that rose beneath his paws, swirling in abstract wing-shapes above the dessicated bits of fossil embedded in the ground. Nothing. Nothing after having spent so long searching, tearing into all corners of available land and space, listening with every quivering nerve of thought and self. It was as though they were cloaked in molecules of invisibility, pitched beneath some tent of stars that he could not view, much less use to navigate and recover his lost companions. Some part of him ached still as it was shaken between the teeth of a vengeful disappointment, but such was vanquished by the anger, the furor held inside something thinner than the flesh of a grape's bruised skin.
Where? Where were they, that they had eluded him for so long? It could have been the cruelty of some joke, the notoriety of becoming a third wheel long after childhood had left him barren of simpler titles. But that felt as wrong as not being able to find them did, merely a consideration because it melded perfectly with the frustration that drummed like rain over his senses. He had called them lost, dubbed them the missing ones, and yet they had each other in this foreign environment. What did he have but to serve the purpose of some disinteresting intermission? The act before the real show began: playing to a crowd of dull eyes and lipless expressions of boredom.
Scrabbling sounds on the embankment ahead made him halt, blindfold crinkling as brows furrowed with annoyance, shedding his self-absorbed atmosphere for a moment to reassert himself within the surrounding world. His shadow writhed before steadying, pale ears pricking forward with interest as a keen nose scented something out of the ordinary. Anxiety, thick as a blanket and chill as the wind he had ignored for the past several hours. The negativity of the emotion almost swamped him by proximity alone, licking in icy tongues over his muzzle and anything left exposed by a lack of leather armor. He could make out the vagueness of a shape similar to his own scrapped together with charcoal tones, though this one was more lithe than his frame could boast, smelling of something eerily like smokeless flame.
She spoke suddenly and the fur along his spine twinged into a slightly upright position, surprised that he was being addressed with an apology so soon. A second of further, unintentional eavesdropping proved that he was not the target of her remorse, though that left a someone he could neither see nor sense unaccounted for. Riku contemplated a quiet step backward at the abrupt spill of giggling, noting something less than humorous served as the basis of its birth. A crazed creature, perhaps? But no, he would have been able to feel out the stone of madness, whereas this creature seemed only... what? Was he so antisocial that he was losing even that tenuous relationship with the darkness? He unconsciously sought out an alternate route to evade even the potential of interaction, lingering for a heartbeat longer than was required while he wondered at this overt example of distress - something that could have, and perhaps should have, been privately discerned.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 12:28 am
No, this was strange. She was already awkward, she had already made a bad impression. Maybe she should let him think she was crazy and they could go their separate ways? It seemed reasonable enough. She bit her lip, and averted her gaze if only for a moment. "Umm..." She whispered, her ears dropping immediately. Oh, great first choice from the vocabulary, Robin. She gulped - what came next? 'How long have you been standing here?', 'I am so sorry...', 'I'm not crazy, no really...'
Her tails drooped before she decided on which she would use, "I am... so sorry..." She pawed at the ground awkwardly, childishly, "If I had known that you were standing there..." She would have chosen a different course entirely, quite actually. Glued her mouth shut with tree sap - something less embarrassing than the current predicament. Her jade eyes inspected him further - it was strange for her to meet anyone under such circumstances. "Well, I suppose had I known that you were standing there - I would neither be embarrassed nor apologizing...." She spoke honestly upon the realization that she had nothing to lose.
She considered, then, what would be her wisest move. Introducing herself was most definitely not it, nor was it asking for his name - that was simply against her mannerisms altogether... it was rude to ask for another's name before offering your own, first. Father Juliano had taught her this with immense assertiveness...
... As he had everything else.
But that mattered little, now. What mattered was that she had already made a bad impression on someone who she could, potentially, befriend. The idea of someone thinking badly of her was upsetting, and perhaps her wise decision would be to wait patiently for his response? She questioned such a selection, but the reality of the matter was patience never caused any destruction. Patience was the only thing she could trust.
And so she did.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 8:19 pm
The blindfolded kitsu sensed rather than actually viewed a pair of eyes swinging around to spy him with wide-eyed humiliation, a grimace converting his features into something almost emotive for being found out. Too late to skirt back into the canopy's shadowy underbelly now, or at least too late to do so without being left unmolested: he had spent his fallow time debating sanity and finding only wispy, pointless answers, his decisive judgment blunted by the sentimental headings this one seemed to follow on a whim. But the unconscious wince that had flown in to roost was gone again just as quickly, his muzzle smoothing by degrees, hidden lids lowering over faintly bloodshot orbs. He had dealt with worse before; he would handle this as well.
The sterling-haired wayfarer stood silent beneath the scrutiny heaped upon his form, allowing the girl to glumly fish for something to say, any lingering interest for her condition fading as she fumbled with words. On a distant, amused level, he realized that her failure to communicate something even remotely polished had not been a problem when she'd been alone. And she was quite alone, he realized, the target of her apologies likely imaginary as nothing beyond her shape, her smell, and her noise came to him, no matter how long he stood and waited for further stimuli. It was just her and him, and however many personalities she had tucked beneath the strange hairstyle that he'd initially mistaken for a hat or some kind of deformity.
Her emphatic words regained a portion of his drifting focus, dawn-stained tails flicking across the ground when she trailed off, as though attempting to write out a finishing statement for her in the dirt. Awkward, almost painfully so... had he ever been that way? Not that he could ever remember. Not that he wanted to. The male's ears flipped back in rare surprise when she did manage to complete a sentence, the apology turned into a near-accusation though her tone saved it from outright offense. Against his will, a corner of his mouth pulled up in a raw, seemingly disconnected display, lowering itself only a second later as though to challenge existing at all. "You're right." He replied quietly, his tongue loosened from the cement at the bottom of his mouth, vaulting back with his own latent wit. "Then again, if you hadn't been doing something embarrassing, it wouldn't matter where I was standing, would it?"
He turned away to let her digest the reply, less curious about a reaction than their surroundings. He'd been here before, he was sure. Of course, it felt as though he'd been everywhere before, and the Mountain they stood on gave the same impression all over - a single, albeit colossal mound of dirt and rock teeming with residents. Maybe it was the uniformity throwing him off. Maybe it was something more sinister that he had yet to encounter face to face. It was a toss up, though his luck dictated it fall on the wrong side.
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