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 Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 10:01 am
"And then she went off to axe Alexandros and end the coma epidemic and they both died, and then I was just permanently stuck with that stupid guardian cat soul and I was supposed to be looking after Ares, and Gaia, and Laocoon a little bit, but Laocoon's probably dead and Gaia corrupted and Ares went totally batshit crazy and started making her weird cult thing and that's how you were born!"
Zia finished her history lesson with a vocally high note as she spun in her chair back at base and skid to a stop, tossing the bound and collated Blood Moon Court notes at his head.
"Oh! Sorry! I forgot you got the s**t beaten out of you. How's that going?"
Casually forgetting she was the one who knocked him unconscious with a bottle when he revealed he had been Pascal all along, but that was hours and hours ago, so obviously, ancient history.
Obviously the stages of accepting the massive weight of despair and deception had gone and shifted to just flat out denial it was an issue, because she was much more preoccupied with putting her feet up on the desk, and the resulting fall with it made her chair roll out from underneath her and let her fall to the concrete floor.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 11:20 am
It was like a really awkward story where someone tells a child a really in depth story of how they were born. You know, without any storks and with all the rated R obscurities. It was horrifying, and Pascal wasn't quite sure how he wanted to respond to the whole thing. How was he suppose to respond to it? Most of it didn't make much sense to him, and the rest was just like a giant pity party for the two of them.
Fortunately, a book hit his head before he could reply.
"Gggggggghrk," he groaned as the book essentially slid down his face and hit his lap.
"How could you forget? You were the one who finished me off."
This is where he'd normally laugh, to try and excuse everything with humour but instead all that met the two was silence. Or at least it had been, until the sound of Zia hitting the floor could be heard throughout the room.
"Oh, you know, at least I didn't fall out of my chair."
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 5:47 pm
Zia was having a weird psychological reaction to figuring out this whole thing with Pascal-not-Pascal-Orpheus-Library Boy.
Because the extremely problematic layers that coated their relationship of mutual harm and self affirmation of their own self worth at the other's expense somehow translating to romance thanks to many years of crossed wires and self destructive role models and a landfill of other factors, needed a whole extra layer of magical deception to it. Clearly.
It had reached a level of terribleness that roiled into a weird flood of endorphins rushing Zia's brain which had decided this baggage had reached critical mass, and just blocked itself out. Relationship based mental shock was probably the best label, because it definitely wasn't good. It wasn't even okay. But it was what it was.
Or was trying to, but he was going to keep bringing up the bottle smash, wasn't he?
"My cat like graces shut off sometimes," She said with her best attempt at a sneer, and then laughed it off as she got up and brushed herself off.
She stood there, looking him over with tired eyes and a weak attempt at a chipper smile. A very weak attempt.
"Do... I mean..."
What was there even to say?
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 7:57 pm
Honestly, he was probably going to keep bringing it up until she hit him over the head with another bottle.
"Cat like graces? Don't make me laugh," he said, his hands drumming on the book with his fingers as he flipped the cover onto one hand and flipped through the pages with his other hand. He was annoyed, and still quite upset, but slowly his hand closed the book again. He drummed over the cover before finally shifting his weight uneasily. He could feel the burns. They were fresh, and they hurt quite consistently.
"I've been better," he admitted.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 8:10 pm
"Maybe it'd be better if you did laugh," Zia suggested and very cautiously took a casual step closer. And then folded her arms behind her back and glanced around.
And another step. Casually.
And then she reached out and tested an attempt and bushing a few strands of hair away from his forehead, but looking like she was going to snap her hand back at the first sign of objection. Like he might bite her if she got to close.
"Do you need a hospital?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 4:18 pm
"No," slipped out of Pascal's mouth immediately. No, it wouldn't be better if he laughed. No, he didn't need a hospital. He couldn't help but withdraw from her advancement, his body and mind severely confused on how to react to her being near him. Part of him was still so desperately attracted to her, and yet the other wished she would leave him be and disappear.
It was weird.
It was really weird.
He knew she didn't have the cat ears on right now, and she had never while they were together, but he couldn't help feel dirty. He couldn't help but see them every time he looked at her. She was a cat. She wasn't just any cat, she was the cat. He couldn't help but reflect on all of the things they had done and simply recall one thought: She is a cat. It was an awful thought, and while that might have been a kink he might have otherwise thought he'd enjoy, he couldn't help but realize how far from enjoyment it really was.
He looked away, flinching from her touch. Amber eyes looked to her through peripherals but they didn't linger long.
"It's weird."
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 6:24 pm
Sure enough, Zia retracted her hands and stood up stiffly, with her hands folded behind her.
She glanced away, eyes downcast.
"That I'm a cat space alien thing?" She asked, trying to think of some way to spin in. It was weird, trying to make it not weird was going to take some finagling.
"Well if it helps I'm actually human. I mean, I was born human, and stuff. It's just when mirror souls come over they need a physical host and instead of getting a senshi soul like Ares or Gaia I got the guardian cat, see." She was just repeating what she had attempted to frantically explain earlier, but this time more carefully.
"So sometimes I can kind of shapeshift but it's not really real? I think? I mean Zirconia is a totally separate person, her soul has its own voice and everything even though sometimes she uses the body. That's how I knew Dark Mirror senshi had to have one dead soul because they don't have any voices in their head, watching and making commentary and stuff. So I'm actually not too much less human than you!"
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