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 Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2016 11:51 am
When they first returned to Earth, Denebola wasn't sure where they were and it took her a moment to reorient herself. She thanked Cosmos that she was so familiar with the layout of the city that she could determine how long it would take her to carry Celsus' to her flat. Once again, she was thankful that she'd picked a place of residence that was in a central location so that no matter where she was, it wasn't too far away.
Her knight companion didn't seem to be faring so well so, like the first time they'd properly met, Denebola shifted both of them and hoisted him onto her back, piggyback style. "I don't know if you can hear me, but you can power down if you want," she told him, peering at the man over her shoulder before inhaling deeply and embarking towards her home.
It was a struggle this go around, if only because she was weary, almost exhausted from using her magic as many times as she had but the time on the moon had provided her with some time to rest and left her strong enough to carry Celsus without too many issues.
As they got closer to her flat, and she was certain that there were no chaos aura's around or prying eyes, Denebola let the magic melt away until she was simply Fiona.
When they got inside her flat, she dropped Fritz unceremoniously on her couch, before making her way towards the kitchen. She wanted to start brewing water for tea for when the others arrived.
"You better not try and go anywhere or so help me - " Fiona threatened from the other room while she gathered the mixings for hot chocolate.
She'd grab the blankets and pillows when Cordy and Khaleel arrived.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2016 8:58 am
He did not remember much about the time spent on the moon, nor about the journey back to Earth. At some point in time, Celsus, Knight of Chronos slipped back into Fritz St. James, a fact he was only dimly aware of as he was carried on someone's back. It was a vaguely familiar situation; if he'd been more lucid, he would have commented on the deja-vus of it all.
There were steps, darkness, and a little confusion; a thump, as he was dropped somewhere soft, a stern voice, and then nothing at all for a while.
He wasn't quite certain when he blinked awake, how much time had passed. Fritz's hair was a mess, his chest throbbing - Laurelite's scythe had sliced a few neat lines across his torso, nothing deep enough to be serious but still enough to be painful. One of his hands was cut up from the crystal he had used in his attempt to stab her, the fingers bloodied, and there were bruises everywhere.
He'd also probably broken a rib or two from the dragon's tail hitting him and the wings that had followed, which made breathing a little more strenuous than it should have been.
Fritz opened his eyes, his vision slightly blurry before he decided to close them again.
"Fiona?" he mumbled; he knew she was there. This was the apartment he'd been in once before, and he'd recognized it. "What happened?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2016 8:17 pm
Corvus hadn't had time to tell Altais that she was worried that they might get lost. She hadn't had time to tell him that this could be a bad idea. She hadn't had time to do anything other than cling to the other senshi's hand, throwing an arm around his neck to hold on tight as he transported them both back to Earth. The Senshi of Vengeance was still clinging to the Senshi of Shockwaves when they touched down and it took a moment or two before she opened her eyes to glance around and slowly let go of him. Her heart was pounding. Her head was pounding. "Altais? Do you know where we are?" Somewhere in Destiny City, she hoped, but she was so disoriented from the travel, not to mention the hit she'd taken to her head, that she couldn't quite tell where they were. "We-- We're supposed to head to Denebola's place. That's what she said, isn't it? It--" Breathe. "Thank you, Altais. F-for bringing me back with you."
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2016 8:50 pm
Altais always felt a little bit dazzled after space travelling and he took a moment after to steady himself. Corvus was still holding on and she looked a bit more dazzled then himself, so in a effort to care for the young woman and to also ground them, he wrapped his arms protectively around her and patted her hair.
"Shhh, there there Corvus!" He cooed lightly, "We are in destiny City again....and I don't think we are far from Dene's place! Do you want me to carry you there?" Nevermind that he was burned and he had his massive head wound which thankfully stopped bleeding a while back but throbbed in a way he had never know before.
He gave her a pained smile.
"I would not leave a fellow friend behind!" The man cried quietly as if such action was intolerable. It was. "Here, come come. She'll have blankets and forts and hot chocolate!" The best thing about Fiona was that she was always so caring. As carefully as he could, he took her waist and gripped it tight towards him. Then he hopped off the building and fell to the ground with a not so hard thud, before releasing her. His uniform faded away and replaced with a tank top and loose pants and flip flops.
"I'm Khaleel by the way! You can call me Kali for short if you want though." He took out the cellphone and gave Fiona a quick heads up that they were earth side and headed her ways.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 10:17 am
By the time Fritz had woken up, Fiona had prepared them both tea, choosing the same tea she'd offered him last time he'd been over and was sitting in the couch kitty corner to him. "We went to the moon and you passed out," she answered curtly, slender fingers tapping against the ceramic cat mug in her hands. She'd changed into an over-sized sweater that hung off her shoulder and leggings, tossed her hair up into a ponytail, and tucked her legs beneath her in a crisscross fashion.
"Khaleel said that he and Cordelia are on their way," she added lifting her cup to sip at her tea.
"I want to yell at you for being so reckless but I can't because I did some stupid s**t too." She said after a beat, shaking her head when she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and worried down on it. "You scared me Fritz," she admitted softly, blue and green eyes dropping to the golden liquid in her cup. "There were several points where I thought I was going to lose you." Like when he'd angered Laurelite and the General-Queen had turned her attention to him.
Tackling the petite woman had not been one of her smartest ideas but - it'd been the only thing she could think to do in the heat of the moment.
"I know - I get that you do these things to make a difference but - " she exhaled shakily, daring to glance up at him. "Don't forget that there are people here that care about you, a lot. I -" She licked her lips, stretched forward to set her cup on the coffee table. "You're going through a rough time, I get that," I've been there, she thought. "I just - don't forget that I can help."
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 1:46 pm
It was a ridiculous sense of deja-vus. Fritz reached up a throbbing hand and idly rubbed at his temple, trying to alleviate some of the pressure that seemed to be building inside of his skull. He wanted to go back to sleep, but Fiona was handing him a cup of tea, which he sorely needed.
"Who's Khaleel?" he mumbled, with a nod of thanks. He took a sip, closing his eyes against the heat of the liquid, and felt the warmth and familiarity of in his throat, smoothing throughout him. Fritz opened his eyes again, looking at her sideways from over the rim of his cup.
He knew she was right. The burn of shame and guilt welled in him, and he averted his gaze, returned it to his cup and tried to tamp down on the sense of dizziness and nausea that always seemed to clog in his throat at the worst of times. In some ways, Fiona not yelling at him was worse than if she had.
"I know," he said quietly, running his fingers along the rim of his cup. "It's just - I'm not - I'm not used to - to this. To having...all of this. People."
He exhaled a breath.
"I'm sorry. Really."
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2016 8:25 pm
"Cordelia. My name is Cordelia." She murmured as she let her glamour fadem grateful for the energetic young man's attempt (and success) at calming her down. "N-no. You don't need to carry me there. I-- I've made it home through worse. Are you alright? I don't need to carry you, do I?" She was trying to flash him a smile, attempting to be teasing but still somehow coming off as uncertain. Her feet were bare save for a pair of fuzzy toe socks peeking out from beneath the wide leg of her pajama pants. A loose sweater had been tossed on over a tank top earlier that day, but for the most part she had simply been enjoying a regular day off. "I didn't even think to stash my credit card anywhere before powering up or I'd offer to get us a cab... I'm not as familiar with this side of town just yet. Do you know where we are?"
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