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 Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 9:53 am
 What Are Your Intentions (Camelot + Nysa)Word Count: INCOMPLETE
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2012 10:31 pm
 You're looking for who?... (Mintaka + Nysa)Word Count: INCOMPLETE
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 8:35 am
No More Cowardice (Nickeline + Nysa)Word Count: 1,492
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 5:45 pm
 Anxiety Over a FeatherWord Count: 712
At least the Agents of the Negaverse and the strange Dark Mirror Senshi were able to offer him varying amounts of information. Sure, his more recent attempts to get information from that corrupted senshi had not yielded any positive results. Many would have been startled and possibly scared by how easily his inquiries got turned into a disaster. He was not brave, but perhaps he had decided to turn a blind eye to what had actually happened.
To Nysa, it did not matter. He had a goal in mind, and he would see it through, regardless of his own safety. He had seemingly swooped over the city today, hopping between buildings, trying to keep an eye out for others in the magical war. It had been a quiet evening, and his search had yielded very little. He had caught glance of a couple individuals he had met prior. He could have prompted them again, but it seemed pointless. Beating the dead horse wouldn't do anything.
Sometimes a small part of him longed to patrol with other senshi or knights, but these days it seemed as if they were slowing him down. Many would want to chat and socialize rather than take the task at hand seriously.
After approximately 2 hours of searching, the lad found himself upon the rooftop of his work place. He was glad he worked days rather than evenings, since it gave him more of a chance to search. It smelled of curry from where he rested, which meant the evening staff was working with an Indian theme. It was not his cup of tea, so to speak, but his job was merely to serve the food, not to eat it.
The Squire casually reached into his interior breast pocket of his jacket and stroked the soft edge of the feather which had been resting there the whole time. It was typically soothing, but for some reason it was not serving him in such a manner today. The very first touch felt almost electric, like he had just been zapped by static electricity. Seeing as he had spent the last couple hours running on concrete, he was quite certain he had not built up any static.
Curiosity got the better of him, and he fully pulled out the feather. Normally the lad was able to hold the piece delicately between his fingers, like he was about to practice his calligraphy. However, it felt odd. Nysa squinted at the feather as he forced his fingers mechanically to hold onto his weapon like usual. No matter how perfect he held onto the quill, it felt very foreign to him to hold it in his hands.
"...W-what... what is wrong with you?" he asked aloud in a less than calm voice. As Howl Wickham, he had been into calligraphy for years. It was an art which the lad had mastered to an extent. For this feeling to suddenly occur was a bit distressing for the Squire.
After forcing himself to hold the Quill of the Ocean for so long, he finally let go of it, the feather drifting down lightly until it rested upon the rooftop along with him. The feeling left him the moment he dropped the feather.
Nysa sat there, teal eyes fixing themselves upon the feather, as if trying to silently plead with the object to stop playing games. There was no response, since feathers didn't talk.
It took him about 5 minutes to get over such silliness. He usually was not the sort to dismiss his weapon, but today would be the exception to the rule. He couldn't sit there and wait to figure this puzzle out when he had a job to do. The Quill of the Ocean vanished, and soon enough with a leap and a bound, the Squire had done something similar.
He still had things to tend to.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 6:41 pm
The Quest or the Weapon? (Alfheim + Nysa)Word Count: 1,401
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 5:46 pm
Foreign Cuisine (Aurora + Howl)Word Count: INCOMPLETE
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 10:03 pm
A Quill is a Quill...Word Count: 993
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 9:49 am
Break it Down(Lydia + Howl)Word Count: 1,219
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 8:57 am
Neptune's B*tch (Orpheus + Nysa)Word Count: 1,725
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 8:41 pm
Investigating Rumors from the Dark MirrorWord Count: 469 Southeast.
It was what the Dark Mirror Senshi had said to him the other evening before fleeing the scene. The story had come from a man who had insulted his princess, then justified it upon a bad experience with another who had been claiming his own attacks were for the glory of Neptune. The encounter with the Dark Mirror Senshi had been interesting to say the very least, which led to Nysa wondering how valid the information he received was.
Of course, it had led to the young teal-haired lad patrolling out of his usual comfort zone. It was a less than reputable part of town, but if it led to the Squire locating another who supposedly served his princess, then the extra efforts would be worth it.
He leaped from rooftop to rooftop, scouring the area for any potential knights in the area. He had sensed a couple youma, but those were ignored. What did those monsters matter when he could potentially locate someone who was supposedly an ally? No other auras of chaos seemed to infect the area. The auras of order did occasionally dot the area, but each time he investigated briefly, he was sorely disappointed.
Senshi, senshi, a page of some other world, senshi...
Nysa's expression remained neutral, but that was only because he knew frowns caused unwanted wrinkles around his eyes. This evening's mission was infuriating in the level of uncertainty he was experiencing. If he knew whether the Dark Mirror Senshi's words were true or false, Nysa could decide to either abandon this mission, or to continue until he found the young man.
He sighed aloud, the only sign of grievance he was willing to allow himself. It was a difficult decision to make, since a thorough search would require sacrifices he usually would not allow himself. He already had cut his rest quota quite a bit to allow himself to patrol, but if he reduced the amount of sleep he got any more, his own appearance would suffer.
The young man gave his signet ring a good look, teal eyes focusing on the symbol of Neptune there.
He would have to do the right thing and make sure he didn't leave any stone unturned. Such a task would require a certain lack of rest to be had. At least he could apply some makeup to cover up the dark circles that would undoubtedly be under his eyes. He could only hope that work the next day would be easy, though even his better judgment knew that such was just wishful thinking at best.
However, such things would be necessary if he truly wanted to reach his ultimate goal.
Neptune
Such a goal was destiny. With that, he continued with his patrol, staying out until the sun started to rise across the horizon.
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 9:17 pm
The Longest DayWord Count: 531 He had been able to watch the sun rise over the city. It was something that Nysa would have appreciated under normal circumstances. The sort of circumstances where he had woken up early and his reward was the beautiful spread of color painted over the city.
His circumstances were not quite as pleasant. He had stayed up all night, bounding about the city in search of an unproven knight. He had momentarily appreciated the color of the skies, but it wasn't the same sort of appreciation he could have when he was fully rested. The daylight was a signal that he had to return to his condo. With a forced speed, he practically sprinted across the city via rooftop, and soon enough was on his building. He had to make certain nobody was watching before he slipped out of the public view and went back to being Howl Wickham again.
He fortunately had at least an hour and forty minutes to himself before he had to leave for work. He used that time as wisely as possible. He took 30 minutes to shut his eyes, then spent the rest of the time putting on his work uniform, brushing out his hair, putting on a tad of foundation to ensure the dark circles under his eyes weren't visible, and then he was out of the door.
When he got in the door, he knew he was doomed to a long day when the first thing a coworker said to him was "Are you feeling alright?"
The breakfast crowd was painfully bountiful for that particular morning. Howl was usually the sort to make chit-chat, make the customers feel more at ease with his presence. However, that morning his conversational skills did not seem to flow as usual. And as he noticed rather quickly, his tips were suffering quite a bit.
The brunch crowd was a little less than usual, and during that time he managed to get his break. He spent a good hour in the break room, constantly nodding off and waking himself up. If he fell asleep, it would say something absolutely horrible about his character, and he wasn't willing to allow such to happen. A potential hour of rest was soon enough foolishly banished and he was back to work again.
Brunch finished up and Lunch brought in a new crowd. Yet again, Howl did what he could to get by, which unfortunately was not his usual excellent standards. By the end of his shift, it almost felt as if his face was trying to fall off.
He somehow was able to stumble his way home, and once he got there, he set an alarm, then collapsed on his bed, still dressed in his work uniform. Usually he would have taken it off so he didn't have to worry about unwanted wrinkled, but after running off 30 minutes of sleep for the whole day, his priorities weren't quite his standard.
He had done a thorough search for his Neptunian comrade and yielded no results. He would not be repeating such efforts any time soon, but he still had to wake up in 6 hours to search for Neptune once more.
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 11:00 pm
No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service (Irene + Nysa)Word Count: 2,055
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 5:02 pm
The Scene of Vandalism (Lydia + Howl)Word Count: 777
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 5:33 pm
Do You Have the Time...?Word Count: 578 The destruction of the storefront of Maize Maizier had caused quite a buzz. Vandals, terrorists, and many other theories were tossed about, despite the fact that there was a relatively accurate police report filed away. All of the conspiracy theorists just had to get their bite of the action.
However, with the storefront being ruined, it meant that the patrons of the establishment needed to fix it up. Some things were easier to replace than others. Some could be done on work time, but other things, such as the huge collection of broken glass, needed the restaurant to be closed before attempting the repairs. As a result of the horrific event, all of the staff of Maize Maizer was given a full week off as the owners hastily took care of getting the repairs they needed before ushering their customers and employees back in the door.
Despite how miserable it had been to stay at work until the early hours of the morning, Howl had found the free time to be exactly what he needed. He had been able to patrol as he desired, steadily making his way through the large city, scouring every nook and cranny for even a hint of the senshi he sought out. Though it was disappointing that he did not have even one simple clue to lead him further, it was a nicety to still actually have the time to seek his princess.
A week flew by as if it were merely an hour, and soon enough he found it to be an hour before he needed to be back at work.
Howl was always the responsible sort, as was Nysa.
However, now he was faced with two responsibilities that conflicted with each other.
His Earthly responsibility was to go to work, to suffer the hours, and to maintain the charade of the person he had once been, Howl Wickham.
His destiny's responsibility was to find his beautiful princess, bring her back to the light after she had been missing for so long. Surely the Princess of Neptune would be grateful for all that her Squire, Nysa, had done for her...
The clock turned to 9:02 am. The lad narrowed his eyes at the digital clock as he leaned back against his chair at the dining table. It was not a decision that would simply just make itself. A part of him was tempted to write out a list, spelling out all of the pros and cons of each decision, but the teal-haired fellow knew that would be time consuming.
You will surely win the Princess' favor... whispered the voices of temptation in his mind.
"...I could still earn her favor in other ways..." he attempted to counter.
How can you gain her favor if you cannot even find her in the first place?
The room fell silent as the clock turned to 9:05 am.
At 9:08 am, Howl Wickham picked up his phone and dialed to Maize Maizier. In the raspiest voice he could manage, he uttered "Hi, it is Howl Wickham. I am feeling quite under the weather. I will be unable to come to work..."
There was a first for everything, and today, it was the first time the lad known as Howl Wickham had called out sick. However, even he knew that it would be nearly impossible to pin this as a falsehood, since he only had intentions of exiting the building as a Squire.
Nobody would ever know.
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 12:25 am
Integrity Broken (Labyrinthite + Nysa)Word Count: 2,513
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