Methone had been thinking about it a long time, and she had planned. Many people, many of her close friends, wanted to see her homeworld, and she was finally at a level where she could take...more then one person.
So her plans had finally come together and she could take the four members of the saturn team she felt the closest too. The meeting place was a abandoned building outside of the city, just on the skirts of it.
She played with her hair as she sat there. Hopefully her world accepted so many members.
Syrie
Aegir
Kuropeco
Thyrmr
FrayedFlower
Mont Blanc
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Scholomance
Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 7:07 am
He'd been awakened scarcely more than a week, but Thrymr was practically vibrating with excitement at the prospect of visiting Methone's homeworld. It was still somewhat difficult to wrap his mind around the fact that his roommate was just like him - and that the prince and Nadia's boyfriend were a part of everything as well. But at the same time, he felt strangely comfortable in this knowledge, as though he was finally a part of something that mattered.
It was a very warm and pleasant sort of feeling.
He found the building rather easily, Thrymr slipping inside of it without much difficulty. Methone was already there, looking as lovely as ever, and he ambled over to her, eyes crinkling with happiness, and stepped up, his head of white hair swaying behind him.
"Good evening," said Thrymr, trying to contain his excitement, tamp down on it, but it was difficult when being reminded, yet again, just how awesome everything was at present. "Are you nervous?"
Mont Blonc loved Methone - not just the senshi, but the planet as well. He loved its colors. He loved its warmth. He loved its beaches, its buildings, its paths, its skies. It was, in a way, everything his wonder wasn't, and it was in his mind very much a reflection of the woman he loved. He'd only been here once before, but he felt a pull, a want for it, an inexplicable attraction that he couldn't quite place. He didn't really question it though. Who wouldn't want to be here?
He wanted to see Methone, the planet and the woman, and the others, but he lingered briefly before a glass pane, reminded of the buildings on her planet. There, he regarded himself, and wondered not for the first time if he would ever find the connection with his wonder that Methone shared with her planet. That he'd inexplicably become a squire without it - what had triggered it, exactly?
Either way, he didn't belong here, and he realized too late his fingers had pressed against the glass. He turned and made his way towards their deigned meeting place, arriving just shortly after Thrymr did.
And he smiled, taking great strides to meet them - he regarded Thrymr, a new friend but no less dear now, with a bright smile and a tilt of his head. He'd have to ask him more later, about how he liked his, how he felt, things like that. But right now - right now he closed the gap between himself and Nadia, leaning down to place a tender kiss on her forehead.
"L'amour de la vie - I am so excited for tonight, " he murmured as he skirted an idle hand along her shoulder, flashing her a sweet smile. "So very excited."
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Edited to reflect that HE IS NOT A SQUIRE HERE YET LOLOLOL
syrie
strickenized
kuropeco
Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 5:48 am
The meeting place sounded a little clandestine to Isaiah's business tastes, but he was starting to understand the need for secrecy on such matters. He considered it a strange dichotomy. Abandoned buildings bespoke gangs, muggings, and general unease to those who held no involvement in the war. But for those that did, an abandoned building forecasted safety from the general public as well as a less sought-after location for chaos. Currently, he wasn't certain that he sided with either faction, but he expected that decision was made for him.
Nadia's text was clear, even with the employed ambiguity. He left work early, took his alter ego's form, and crossed the surfeit of rooftops in a manner that he hoped might circumvent discovery. As far as he could tell, no one noticed his crossing. And when he reached a couple buildings away, not terribly far from the predetermined location, he felt the familiar call of auric energy gathered in the area. It assuaged what anxieties he held about this meeting, and he caught himself thinking for a moment back to the time that he met Ashanite. The man's aura offended him greatly, and yet he felt no real dislike for the man. Was there some kind of natural instinct that came with his power, that overwrote his logic in discerning good from bad?
Leaving the thought to the still air, Scholomance leapt over one of the rusted guard rails to drop to the floor beneath. The street housed far too much trash for his liking, and flies swarmed around the few pieces of rotten fruit smashed into the sidewalk.
He entered the building by pulling aside a large rolling door that initially felt welded shut. The rust wicked away its strength, leaving it a stuttering wraith of its initial production. But once Scholomance crossed the threshold, he found the gathering in the midst of an old manufacturing plant. He trotted down another few steps to reach ground floor and quickly joined those considered comrades for the time being.
And while Scholomance rolled down his half mask and smiled toward the group, he could not swallow his sense of unease in visiting another location related to Saturn. Scholomance and Mont Blonc offered nothing but malevolence to him.
"Looks like a party." Already three people lingered there - Mont Blonc, Methone herself, and a young man he didn't recognize. "Who's this one?"
Being summoned by one of his teammates was nothing new, but heading off to another world? Now that was new and exciting! And yet he'd lingered too long at practice and found himself running slightly behind where he'd wanted to be. Not late, per se, but not as prompt as he would have liked.
The senshi of silence bounded towards Methone's chosen meeting place, landing delicately so he could work his way inside, through a rusted door that seemed to recently have been opened. Nice! And there was the person who'd pried the door open: Scholomance. Aegir kept his place at the head of the stairs momentarily, relishing the sight of these wonderful people; stepping down only when he heard the Knight asking who Thyrmr was so he could join the others and pipe in.
"That's Thyrmr. Hi guys!" Scholomance would get a companionable clap on the arm as he moved in to give Methone a hug and a kiss, lips pressed briefly to the corner of her mouth. "You look amazing as ever."
Two Knights and three aggressively sparkly Senshi...definitely a party!
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Kuropeco
frayedflower
Pixie Nyxie
Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 10:23 pm
Of the five present, Mont Blanc and Methone would be the only ones that had truly visited her planet and that made her sad. She cared for this small group and taking them to a planet she had fallen in love with was well...practically sharing was caring.
Once everyone gathered, she smiled at Scholo, who was looking at Auguste. She didn't need to answer since Aegir joined and she pursued her lips. They were saturn brothers, "Also know as Auguste. My roommate." She smiled, "In a odd twist of fate, it seems he is the southern to my northern." She looked over at the red and yellow senshi, feeling a bit for pride swell up in her. Aegir's kiss was returned before she urged everyone into a circle.
"Okay everyone. Make sure to lock hands. This is gonna take all my focus so." She closed her eyes as she took Mont blanc's hand, squeezing her boyfriends hand tightly. Her other hand held Scholomances, since she knew of his slight apprehension of wonder visits. "Once everyone is ready...-" She pressed the button for her homeworld, and in a bright flash of light, the group had left the abandoned building.
For the three that were new to her homeworld, they would hear the slow crash of waves first. It was followed by a sweet tinge of fresh water and heady tropical foliage. Beneath their feet was the uneven shift of sand, light brown and white and if they touched their hands to it, pleasantly warm.
But the most interesting of all was the night sky, decorated with stars and large ribbons of Aurora Borealis. The colors would shift and brighten, as if showing off for the new guest.
"Welcome to Methone, friends." She let go of their hands and smiled. "I have some place in mind specific but we can take the path through the village, if you'd like to explore?" She didn't mind taking the time to give them a full tour if they wanted.
Somewhere in the distance, a breezed passed and a slight chiming sound echoed down, adding to the planets wonder and magic.
He gave Mont Blonc a little smile; he was probably the one that Thrymr was least familiar with, other than Scholomance, but he was becoming more so every time he saw him and every time he was simply Lorne. Methone was, of course, his best roommate, and Aegir was not only the one who'd first saved Thrymr from that youma, but also just one of the people that he regarded the most.
Thrymr's smile widened a little at Scholomance and Aegir's introduction, as well as Methone's, giving a little incline of his head towards the other. "I'm the newest addition," he said lightly, and lacking self-deprecation, thankfully, in spite of his slight anxiety about being shuttered into an already well-formed group.
He stepped in along with the others, making sure he wasn't about to be left behind, and then, in a flash of light, they had gone. Thrymr heard the gentle sounds of water against sand, then the softness of something beneath his booted feet, warmth seeping into him. Lush, fragrant floral scents wafted towards him, and he glanced around, his mouth falling open as he took in the Aurora Borealis above their heads, Thrymr taking a step forward.
"This is incredible," he breathed out, feeling as though it was sinking into his chest, easing throughout him. "This is Methone?" Thrymr turned bright eyes towards her, a wide grin on his face. "It's wonderful."
pixie nyxie
strickenized
frayedflower
syrie
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 5:20 am
Mont Blonc's heart swelled when Scholomance and Aegir both arrived, and with that all of his closest Saturn brethren were gathered in one place at one time. (Well, most of them. For a half a second, his heart ached for the place where had things been different, Ploutonion might have stood. But tonight was not a time for sadness and regrets.) It wasn't that common, having them all there at once, powered and with no emergency involved. There would never be a time when he wasn't grateful for them, all of them.
He held Methone's hand tightly in his grasp, and with the other he clutched at Aegir, flashing his friend a warm smile before they vanished in a flash of light.
Although it was not his first time to Methone, the planet, it was never any less breathtaking. His eyes locked onto the bright colors of the sky, as taken with them as he'd been the first time, maybe more so now for having seen what his own wonder had to offer. The scents, even the subtle sounds of waves and chimes, all of it just drew him in, soothed him and thrilled him at once.
He couldn't help but reach out and gently nudge Scholomance's elbow with the back of his hand. "You want to talk to someone about trading celestial bodies, " he half-whispered to him as though it were something of an in-joke now, flashing his fellow page a smile that was somewhere between playful and shy. As for whether to take the tour or not, Mont Blonc was the one that'd gotten to see Methone before, at least part of it; even if he would be more than thrilled to see more of it, in this case, it didn't feel like his question to answer.
Auguste. Right. The one with bone white hair at the summer party. I should've figured he was a part of this group. His gaze slid over Thyrmr temporarily, noting all the similarities he missed before. The hair and eyes stood out most, with facial structure a close second in noteworthiness. But now wasn't the time to offer a reintroduction to Thyrmr; Methone expected them to hold hands for this strange ritual.
Methone knew his reticence from texts beforehand, beyond his stiff demeanor through the expected steps. He held hands too tightly with Methone herself, and Thyrmr received similar treatment. He felt displaced when he looked to all the calm and smiling faces - had any of these people held similar experiences to him? He knew Mont Blonc's wonder housed similar horrors to his own, and yet even he found some comfort in going to a foreign planetary body. Scholomance drew a slow sky and directed his gaze upward, toward the rust-red and charcoal-black ceiling that formed the underside of a catwalk. He considered Ida then, with its lush flora and endless forests, and how it housed a markedly quiet dead zone that sought its senshi viciously. He considered Mont Blonc and Scholomance, neither of which spoke welcomes and comforts to their knights.
But he hadn't long to think, for soon their surroundings transitioned to that of Saturn's so quickly that he hardly felt a change. And there he stood, among sanded beach, looking up toward the great rings of saturn that wrapped around the familiar, admonishing planet. They looked somehow warmer here, as if the auroras dancing through the sky could cheer the planet's dismal spirits. As if the charnel house aspect of Saturn no longer mattered. For half a breath he wondered if he could somehow take a few back to his homeworld and banish the foreboding ambience.
Mont Blonc's comment stole him away from the sky, and he looked toward him to notice the remarkable ambience that unfurled about them. Water sounded behind him, and he looked toward the sea to find its laconic waves licking the beach rhythmically. He wondered then, if there were bones beyond the calm front of it. He wondered, then, how many bodies lay stranded in the underwater sands. He thought of Scholomance, and it gave him no pleasure.
"If your tour doesn't involve any dead bodies, it might be nice to see more of this place." Scholomance flashed Methone an easy smile and considered how much of Ida was left unexplored 2 years later. 1600 kilometers, she might've said, and a small planet at that - yet still so laden with secrets. What hid here among palm fronds and fragrant air?
Something chimed in the distance, and experience told him that such a sound came not from bone. It brought with its tones some relief to Scholomane's wariness.
Pixie Nyxie
Kuropeco
FrayedFlower
Syrie
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 10:08 pm
Aegir linked hands when instructed to do so, giving both Mont Blonc and Thyrmr an extra squeeze before their beautiful hostess set them off on their magical journey to planet Methone.
A flash of light and the blond opened his eyes to a brilliantly coloured night sky overhead and a warm breeze kissing his skin. "Oh," he breathed out as Monty moved closer to Scholomance, smile growing from just happy to something closer to thrilled. Methone was beautiful - just like it's senshi. "It's...absolutely gorgeous."
And oddly familiar. Peering out over the water, he felt a stirring, like he'd been there before - spent many a day with this ocean, breathing this planet's air, and exploring it. "I'm...I've..." Does anyone else feel like this? It doesn't look like it, but...maybe. I swear I've been here... He let go of Thyrmr's hand and took a step towards the ocean, eyes locked skyward and mouth open slightly.
Her offer of exploration and the chiming sound in the distance interrupted the fuzzy feeling of having been there before. "Lead on, gorgeous. I can't wait to see more of your homeworld."
Scholomance's comment about dead bodies was curious, but Aegir didn't say anything - he was bright enough to figure that it must have something to do with the Knight's wonder.
"I do enjoy it." She smiled at all of them, holding her hands up and spinning around. Her slippered feet didn't seem to sink as much into the sand and perhaps it was cause of her lightness around the planet in general. She was, much like a pixie. She was also very proud that they approved of her world.
Her hand briefly found Scholomance's shoulder, squeezing the thinner Saturn knight. "There is no bones. There is a underwater city, and I am sure we could explore it if you wanted.." She smiled warmly. "This is meant to be a place of relaxation and peace. The last vacation before the end, the last...high if you will, of life before you die." She moved past the group, making sure to point at Auguste, "I will wonder if yours is like this as well."
She led them along a newly formed path, something that had grown back to its normal state after her many visits. Though foliage still grew abound, the path was clear. Soft chimes only grew more fluid and louder the closer they came to the town. It was broken glass buildings, of all colors. Soft but still beautiful.
"I found these last time..." She reached up into a tree, pulling down medium sized coconuts of a brown color. "If you crack them open and drink them, It taste like Milk and honey." She smacked one on a rock and handed it over to Scholomance and Auguste. The two unopened ones were tossed to Aegir and Monty.
"We had greenhouses, and special stones harvested from deeper in Methone's earth. They are called Sun stones? They generate heat and light of daylight? Without actually being a sun. It's never daytime here, every time I have come, the sky is always dark with the lights."
She bounced and then took Auguste's hand over to one of the buildings. "See look up there!" She pointed to one of the glass buildings, where a bright stone was contained in a small box. "I have memories, of all the past life things. I'm not sure if the customs a 100% but..." She smiled at the group.
"There was once cute and small birds here." She sighed wistfully, "Messengers between Islands."
They were free to explore the city ruins. Glass buildings that had withstood time were made of a thick colored glass, seamless as if formed with a mold and held together by magic. They were decorated with more glass flowers or lantern remains, as well as bells and chimes. The culprits of the relaxing sounds were windchimes of glass and metal. Foliage ranged from herbs to ferns to vines to larger palm tree's littered with the coconuts. If they ventured further in, there was small creeks running through, in small formed canals and walls, as if it was the water running system.
