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 Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 11:36 am
 Injured SoldierWord Count: 494
Howl pressed a hand against the front of his white shirt, only to get crimson caked upon his skin as he did such. The shirt itself had been kept in tact, but underneath the clothing was a large slice across his chest. It bled ruthlessly as the lad pressed his hand against what he could of the injury to help stop the bleeding. A lot had happened, so the fact that his shirt was completely in tact seemed to slip as something that could lead to trouble later on.
The overwhelming smell of foulness occasionally seemed to hit the wounded, reminding him that he was indeed slumped over a toilet in the bathroom of some unknown business. His mind should have been racing over the subject of his self preservation. How would he get home? Would he be able to make it back home without an escort of some variety? How would he be able to explain such an injury?
These were questions that went ignored as he instead sulked and dwelled upon the incident leading to the injury.
How can I call myself a Squire after this? A Squire, a Knight, and even a mere Page had weapons. And after watching the Quill of the Ocean shatter into countless little pieces of seashell, it was clear to Howl that he no longer had a weapon. How could he even hope to truly serve as a Squire for Neptune. He still had a uniform, but that meant nothing if there was no weapon at his side...
I have shamed the name of Neptune. Not only had he been defeated by some nameless Captain of the Negaverse, but he had run away. Granted, being a living squire without a weapon served more use than a dead one without weapon or a head. However, even now as he clutched onto his chest desperately, he knew there was relatively little difference to the status. He had made the world he stood for seem weak and cowardly.
Will the Princess even want me to serve her after this abomination? His Princess, his Lady, the one he had been seeking for so long. The one he had seen painted upon an injured canvas at the Wonder of Nysa. The woman with the kind eyes, and the beauty beyond any he had ever encountered before. If he managed to find her, would she even want him as one of her protectors?
Howl's breathing grew quite ragged and his vision was starting to blur.
He must have been making some sort of terrible noise, for after hearing the door to the restrooms open up, a man asked quite shortly "Is someone there? A-are you okay?"
Feebly, with one hand that was smeared in red, he shakily managed to unlock the door to his stall. Though he didn't push the door open, he managed to get 3 words out before everything went black.
"Call.... an..... ambulance.........."
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 4:38 pm
Familiar SignsWord Count: 742 It wasn't the first time that he had woken up to being in a hospital bed. The last time such had happened, he had been released from that strange nightmarish world and the odd coma epidemic. There was a slight haze as he awoke, trying to remember what he had been doing and figure out where he was now. The sterile environment easily revealed the location.
At his side was a familiar woman looking over him with an odd mix of concern and relief. For about 5 minutes, the lad remained laying in the bed, simply gazing at the woman. Eventually, he was willing to break the silence.
"...Mother..."
In return, she replied "...Howl..." Her tone had a serious weight and a sort of sternness to it. She obviously had something on her mind. The lovely brunette stood up, walking over to her son and with much care, she ran her fingers through his silky bangs.
He was uncertain if he should speak or not, so for the few moments she stood there fussing with his hair, he remained quiet. However, he eventually decided to dare asking "What happened?"
The woman's stroking of his hair paused, then flat out stopped as she pulled her hands back in front of her body. "You were found in the restroom of a department store, bleeding from the chest. You blacked out just after you were discovered and rushed to the hospital."
In a pointed manner, she brought a finger to the side of her cheek. "The doctor said the injury looked as if you were sliced by some sort of blade. However, your shirt did not share the same sort of slice, which has been puzzling the hospital staff. It leads to the question... how did you end up with such an injury in the first place?"
The woman stopped speaking, as if she was expecting Howl to flat out give her an easy answer that very moment.
Unfortunately, there was no easy answer. How would a lad trying to keep a secret identity a secret be able to share that he had been wearing a different magical uniform that had been sliced rather than his everyday civilian clothing? The answer was easy.
He wouldn't share the details.
The best route to go at this point was a noncommittal "I.... I do not remember..."
For many parents, this might have been an acceptable answer from a child who may have potentially been traumatized. However, Anastasia did not seem as easily satisfied with the response.
"I will be honest with you, Son. This reminds me of the situation that arose with Miss Wheaton. I will be quite disappointed if I find out that you are telling me untruths."
Howl did not let his face betray his emotions. However, he was not very fond of the idea that his mother was connecting his current endeavors to that previous infatuation he had with Amelia. He still attempted to feign ignorance. "I assure you, Mother... I do not know how this occurred..."
The woman did not look as if she was satisfied with the response. However, she was not going to beat the subject to death. Instead, she went into giving her son the other information he would need.
"You received 27 stitches for your injury, Son. The doctor has requested that once you are released, that you take things easy for a while, so you do not risk tearing your stitches and reopening your wound. I have obligations for about 2 weeks in Westdale, but once I am finished modeling for this particular shoot, I am going to be staying with you at the condo. Please be certain to get the place tidied up before I arrive."
"It is not necessary for you to stay with me..."
Despite her son's condition, the woman rather suddenly took a very sharp tone. "I will not have you terrorizing another young lady if I can help it, so until you can come clean with me about how you obtained that injury, I will be staying with you!" Anastasia seemed to be finished with the conversation, and soon enough she turned herself around and exited the room.
Once she was gone, Howl allowed himself the luxury of a frown.
His mother was suspicious of him, and with her presence, he soon enough would be losing quite a bit of freedom as well.
This does not bode well at all... not at all...
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 6:19 pm
 Medical Leave (Howl + Lydia)Word Count: 1,299
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 7:14 pm
Renewing the ResolveWord Count: 649
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 7:16 pm
Dutiful Avoidance (Hypnos + Nysa)Word Count: 884
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 11:02 pm
What is Deemed "Responsible?" (Eunomia + Dana + Nysa)Word Count: 1,176
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 4:31 pm
Something for Nothing (Aquarius + Nysa)Word Count: 797
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 6:25 pm
Was Her Name Actually "Godot?"Word Count: 543 "I didn't seek you out, you jerk! You sought me out, and now you're leaving without even trying to help!"
He may not have turned to face the star-adorned senshi as she cried that out after him, but he had heard her words. Never before had a senshi found the words to truly cut into the Squire's sense of purpose. Despite how he bound over the rooftops, he felt like an injured beast waiting to be put out of its misery. This imagined injury felt far worse than the real one he now had stitched up along his chest.
Not wanting to exhaust himself too drastically, Nysa found a particularly quiet rooftop to stop upon. There were no auras within the immediate vicinity, so more than likely he was safe. It was already night, but he slunk to the shadows, as if it was safer to remain hidden in the darkness.
Only 2 more days...
His mother was coming to live with him in such a short amount of time. He would be losing his freedom as her presence and ever mindful eye would make it difficult to patrol. She had made her stance quite clear.
"This reminds me of the situation that arose with Miss Wheaton"
Her words had been quite clear. However, the teal-haired soldier begged to disagree with her stance (even though the one holding the opposite opinion was not present to defend herself). Miss Wheaten, his Amelia, had been in an emotionally abusive relationship and his attempts to make things the way they should have been only landed him with a restraining order. Certainly, his actions had been a bit outside the confines of the law, but they did not hold a light to his truly noble task as Nysa.
He was locating a princess and bringing her to the public light. She was obviously lost, and once she was found, she would be grateful that her most dedicated protector had come to rescue her...
"Maybe she lucked out and wasn't reincarnated this time."
It felt like daggers twisting against the side of his body as he remembered the words of the unknown senshi from just moments prior. He winced and curled up slightly at his current spot.
Were all of his efforts in vain? He had confronted numerous knights, senshi, and agents of the Negaverse in hopes of finding his princess. For his efforts to yield such a terrible crop made his heart feel as if it had withered away.
"....Godot...." The name escaped his lips from seemingly nowhere, but perhaps it was the sentiment attached to the name which caused it to drip from his lips.
Perhaps he had not been waiting, but he had been chasing what seemed like a dream, something that would potentially never appear to him. Was he playing the part of the naive fool?
No
Nysa was no fool, and the senshi obviously did not know what she was talking about.
Telling himself such lies eased the pain he thought he had felt. He eventually stood himself back up, parting from the shadows, then moving forward again, bounding off to the rooftops. One emotion steered him for the rest of the evening.
I will find you, my Princess. I will be yours...
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 4:35 pm
All out of sorts (Aurora + Howl)Word Count: 1,273
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 8:07 pm
Learn Your Place!Word Count: 1,672
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 7:52 pm
Spiraling BackWord Count: 452 The lad had phased back to his room, his cheek still chilled more than he would have liked.
He instantly shifted from his Squire's uniform back into his regular evening clothes. Howl couldn't afford to wake his mother up. He didn't want to tip her off that he technically had snuck out (though the methods were not exactly something he could explain to her by any means). He didn't even attempt to turn on the lights in his room.
He just wanted to think and process the incidents that had happened recently.
Going into his desk, Howl couldn't help but pull out a brush. He undid his ponytail and started to brush out the silky locks, as if trying to calm himself down. It was an activity that brought him comfort.
The Quill of the Ocean...
It hadn't been destroyed. It meant many of his recent acts of cowardice had been without a purpose. It was justifiable in his mind when it had been "broken," but now with the hindsight it was deplorable. How many had he potentially allowed to get injured upon his petty behalf?
That aside, he had to think about his own behavior as well. He had been lying to his mother, falsifying his physical well being to work, and been insulting at best to his peers. He had never been the blatantly disrespectful sort, and now it had hit him like a ton of bricks. He was no better than those miserable worms that called themselves the Negaverse.
No...
He was not them. Perhaps he was misguided and selfish, but he felt guilt, which he was quite certain the majority of the Negaverse did not feel. Perhaps it would be this guilt that would guide him into rectifying things.
Did he still want to find his princess?
Yes. However, thanks to his ancestor, his perspective had been skewed back to the proper proportions. It had been a nicety to believe in a potential romantic encounter coming out of his efforts. It was unrealistic, it was childish, and it had cost him so much as a result. His body had been injured, his freedom had been lost, and his morality had been dulled to a dreadful grey that he did not want to live with.
You need to fix this...
With the final stroke of his brush through his hair, he began to finally settle in for sleep, changing into his evening clothes before laying in his bed. It would take time, but he would never let others accuse him of being lazy. He needed to put as much effort into this as he would with a garden of flowers.
...It will blossom... I will make sure of it...
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 8:48 pm
The Language of Gardens (Anemone + Nysa)Word Count: PENDING
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 9:20 pm
Business Like Usual (Lydia + Howl)Word Count: PENDING
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 8:36 pm
The Most Splendid Gift of AllWord Count: 1,039
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 8:07 pm
 Solitary Mid of Night (Thraen + Nysa)Word Count: INCOMPLETE
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