Ella had barely slept throughout the night, she couldn't get the image of Dusk being ripped apart by the Beowolves out of her head. She felt sick and horrendously guilty that she couldn't have protected her, but the girl was too slow to react to their attacks. She was in a deep sleep finally, and had slept through some of her teammates leaving the room, not even stirring.
She was having a pretty bad dream, she was trying to reach for Dusk, but just couldn't reach her as she was killed in front of her, again and again. Ella tossed and turned before she was ripped out of her sleep by a shake to her shoulder. She jumped and made a gasp as she opened her eyes widely, taking a few moments to come to, it wasn't like her to sleep in like this - but she really, really needed it.
Her eyes were still slightly red from lack of sleep throughout the night, her pyjamas were all twisted from tossing and turning so much as she tried to sleep and calm her mind and she just didn't feel too great. She saw up and rubbed her eyes as she then suddenly remembered that someone had shaken her... someone was in the room with her.
Ella looked up at the end of her bed, and was both surprised and disappointed it was Remus - she didn't want him to see her in such a state. "Oh.. good morning.." she said, stretching her legs out under the covers as she attempted to fix her pyjama top. Listening to him suggest he was her prince, her knight in shining armour made her smile a little, rubbing her eyes once more as she became more aware of her surroundings.
Watching him stand up and head to the door, Ella nodded to show she was listening to what he had to say. She put her hand up, and gestured a little wave as she forced a smile onto her face again, "Ok, I'll just get ready.. shouldn't be longer than fifteen minutes" she said, as she waited for him to leave so she could feel comfortable to get out of bed. "Wait, a horse?" she said, before she realised he was gone - Ella had never been on a horse before, let alone near one.
Ella moved her legs around and sat at the edge of the bed, she sighed heavily as she attempted to push the images of Dusk out of her mind. Standing up, she walked through to the bathroom and got ready in record time, she wanted to try and look decent enough for her team since they now had some time to get to know each others. Once ready, she would make her way down to the exit of the building, expecting Remus to be waiting for her there.. with a horse.
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"Would you like some candy Noah?" "Remember that gives me a sore stomach Nova... " "BOOOOOOORING!!"
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- - Nova Primrose &Noah - -
Nova looked at Noah as the newcomer pointed at him, she looked both shocked and concerned. "You want him?!" she said, as she attempted to put herself in front of Noah to make it all about her, after all, she was the self proclaimed princess - not Noah. "Hey, I wasn't finished ye-" she was interrupted as Noah pushed himself through her legs since he was in his pup form. Noah appeared to be just a pup, yet he was most likely older than everyone in the room put together. His ears picked up as he began to bark and make noises back towards the man, "Please fear for me not, this is my counterpart Nova - we fight together and are bound by our souls.." he replied, only the newcomer would understand.
Nova watched in disbelief, she couldn't believe that someone else could communicated with Noah - she was actually quite please, it wouldn't just be her job to keep him company now. Noah looked up to Nova and stuck his tongue out, panting as he looked happy, he then barked and made some noises as he added to what he said before. "They are a wonderful bunch of individuals, you just have to give them time... especially her..." he said back, looking at Nova as she frowned in suspicion.
"I hope you were just telling him how amazing I am?!" Nova said to Noah within her mind, Noah barked and panted again, walking over to Ivory now. Nova tried her very best not to laugh, but ended up making it more obvious that she was doing just that. She looked at Ivory and tried her best to put on a strong face for his sake, "Yeah, I mean - just look at how manly he was when he ripped that jacket? How could you possibly confuse him with a female... we have much better hygiene that males!!" she said, rolling her eyes as she then gestured to Jessica with her hand.
"This is Jessica, she likes to be boring and talks a lot about respect.." she said, rolling her eyes as she stretched her arms up and crossed them behind her head. Eyeing up the newcomer again, "So, what's your deal - here to model for us or?-" she was again cut off as Noah stomped on her foot, making her squeal like a cat. "Nova! Now is not the time - be on your guard.." he said, looking at the newcomer again with real curiosity in his eyes.
Nova hated having her feet stood on, she stuck her tongue out at Noah and then remembered she was trying to look cute and just like a princess in front of this new wolf man.
Jentel after receiving her answer would tense up. He would then suddenly stand up with such a speed and force behind it he could rival a wife who'd just started her cycle and her husband was still making demands of her carelessly. He would grab Daenery's hands which had been braiding at the time, and in doing so would be squeezing them together with a force to rival a vice grip. It all would happen so suddenly. "Unacceptable!" He would have been looking her in the eyes, the normally sharp expression he had would have faltered he looked fit to cry any second. And that is what he did. He let go of Daenery's hands, whether she had impulsively shocked him from surprise or not, or whether he did this out of his own volition they would then press against his own chest. He would close his eyes. "Why would you say such a thing. Do you not understand? Had you truly done so, you very well might have died in his place!..that is a guilt I could not possibly bear in comparison."
He would open his eyes to stare at his hands, as the newly replaced bandages began to collect the well of tears as he spoke shakily. He was never a man to express his emotions, or his feelings, that made it all the more powerful when he finally did. Similar to a person who bottles up all their rage and snaps Jentel and his professional demeanor had come undone. "I look back to that moment, and I ask what if I had, what if had taken your life instead madame Daenerys! All due to an inability to suppress my anger! Murder of that lech would have been a small price to pay in comparison! This, this memory, and that possibility it plagues me, I have every desire and the means to remove this from my memory and yet this pain of what could have been resonates so strongly like that of thousands of needles!" Indeed he could have removed the memory, he had likely planned to as well, but why was it that he opted to keep the memory. It could be again deduced there was no other reason aside from what Daenerys had believed in which Jentel himself adopted. To keep the good and the bad memories as it made you who you are today. BUT TODAY HE DID NOT WANT TO EXIST.
He was wracked with guilt at what he had done, what words could Daenerys say to ease him. Would she also run away as Jentel pelted her with a wave of emotions. Had she accidently shocked him to add to her own guilt? In moments like these, was there even a solution? Jentel's breathing grew all the heavier and what would happening next would push things to even greater heights of anticipation. His hands would finally move again, and he turned to face Daenerys his head would c**k to the side as his hand was brought up to his neck aiming at the coronary artery. The very faint shine of a blades tip from beneath his sleeves "What reason have I to live madame Daenerys! The master sees no desire of my services! My inability to properly control myself endangered you an may well have killed you! Even in light of the events I seem to only cause you distress!" It seemed, not only did he weight of events stack on Jentel, but he was also aware of how he caused Daenerys to guilt herself. Of course that was simply how Daenerys was, she was an anxious girl, but Jentel was taking the blame for any and all of her self doubts and doubts in general. His mind was clouded by self-loathing, a false belief that all of Daenery's misfortunes in all degrees his fault. What manner of words, what manner of actions, would bring him back to his senses. If nothing else, the last resort would have to be violence. Less Feng and Ulysses return to a room with blood spattered walls.
At his singling out of the wolf pup, Nova immediately put herself in front of him. Seeming shocked that he 'wanted' him as she put it. Why the cat found it shocking he was unsure. 'Isn't it obvious a wolf looks out for its pack? Or a wolf pups a common pet to cats...Have cats taken over society while I was gone?' He pondered to himself, throwing things immediately out of proportion in his mind, all stemming from Nova calling herself a princess. If this was a form of slavery, and was common, he would have a lot of work to do other than hunting Grimm while he was a faunus. He vaguely recalled a movie about a man against a bunch of ape faunus...and hoped this was not what had become of the world. It did not help that he was being faced with two feline faunus as well, which only lent credence to that idea. However, with a bit of surprise, and saying she wasn't finished, the wolf pup pushed his way through her legs and began to respond to him, ears picking up. Gazing intently at the pup, he was surprised by how he sounded. 'He sounds more like an adult than a pup... Did the cats do something to him?' He pondered to himself briefly. He was a bit more fancy in his wording than the wolves of his pack, but even that alone wouldn't account for why he yelling about finding a bone to chew on. His answer though, in part, explained it, though it very much shocked Feralis. So much so that he responded in a very surprised voice that any of them could understand rather than wolf-speak. "YOU BOUND YOUR SOUL TO A CAT!?" He said, almost yelling it with how shocked he was. 'Its...wrong...unheard of....and why!?! What has gone wrong with the world...' He thought to himself, feeling now like the possibility that the world was run by cats to be true.
Noah, unperturbed, continued to speak. He mentioned how they were all good but they needed time...and especially Nova. Feralis glanced back at Nova at the mention of her. Trying to think on it, bring some semblance of reason to it all...there had to be something much simpler to explain this. Perhaps Nova was really a princess, and that by binding his soul he would ensure the good of all wolves as well as keep her in line? Perhaps there was something about her that made her worthy of a wolf being bound to her...What he was unsure of. He sincerely hoped it was one of those answers or he may just go back to the forest at this point. Him mentioning how they fought together at least meant both put their lives on the line equally, which is more than most felines would do. He was immediately reminded of a certain lion faunus who he had a mutual dislike with, but could rely on for battle. Just thinking of her made him show his teeth a bit more and he stopped himself before getting too angry. He still needed to resolve business with her later, but it did mean that it was possible at the least.
It was then that the other feline would respond but...Feralis did not get the response he expected. With red cheeks she would yell that she was a ...He? Her voice was so feminine as was her appearance...how could it be a he? Saying she had no mate and was the male, she would begin to take off his jacket. 'Maybe it is a male. It would explain the smell at the least.' Feralis thought to himself. Felines were so confusing, so many of them were ladylike with a temper to boot. He honestly had not meant to offend the male cat, having thought he was female. And considering how things were going, he was considering apologizing to him as he was curious as to why the wolf found them all worthwhile to be around. However, it was a that point that Feralis noticed large claws impaling the jacket...and after a little cursing the Tom pulled it off though it was now ruined. What was most interesting though was that the claw was metal...he seemed to have a metal weapon attached where a hand should be. 'Is he a cat without claws?' Feralis thought to himself, not realizing the true purpose of the arm there and thinking his hand was merely tucked away somewhere in it. Tom cursed a bit then asked if he wanted to go. Ears pricking up slightly, both to the almost comical display and question, Feralis would tilt his head. "Go? Not yet at least. Besides, if she is the princess don't you answer to her so you have to wait for her to ask me to go? Wouldn't matter either way as I am not going until I decide to." Feralis would ask, genuinely confused and misinterpreting the question due to the scene before him. Nova only added to his confusion as she very obviously failed to hide that she was suppressing laughing at him...Which made Feralis confused if it was a he or she.
It was then that someone else apparently entered the room at some point. Feralis likely not knowing due to the other two and this surreal experience. She didn't smell of feline, which was a bonus at this point. He at least wouldn't be stuck with three felines and choking on the scent of it all. She said something about earning respect and being a family, being a unit, and showing respect to get some. Feralis just looked confused at her for a moment before responding. "I don't know you or that feline. My respect is reserved to those who earn it, so I don't give it because of words alone." Feralis had paused there, after pointing at Ivory, thinking on how to answer the next part, not sure how much he should reveal of himself or why it was even relevant. He was a wolf and half of them were cats; he was automatically better than the moody one, the other may have a chance to be equal if the wolf thought she was worthwhile. Very quickly, Nova interjected and mentioned how the human was boring and talks a lot about respect. Feralis merely nodded in consent at that, but his jaw almost dropped once he heard her next response she posed so casually. 'Model for cats? What kind of sick world did I wake up to!?' It was so strange and sudden for him to hear that he was visibly frozen for a few seconds before he shaked his head to try and clear it. The last thing he wanted was to model for a cat...that was just...wrong. Never once did it come to his mind that it was flirting in anyway or even a compliment, so foreign was the concept. Even the wolf pup seemed in line with him as he stopped her from speaking further. Trying to focus on the last thing he heard before that to keep from going lightheaded, he had a response for the human. With Nova's last comment...He assumed the moody feline was also female because of it and was making a fuss just to make a fuss rather than actually being male. "I don't know why you mentioned not being better than anyone when you mentioned a unit or family. There are always different ranks in every pack. With how Nova is I can only assume she and the wolf are alpha, that you are beta, and that she is an omega." Feralis would simply say, pointing to Ivory again as he did not know her name,
Life, is like the ocean. It can be rigid, or it can be still... â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”
Dani had been expecting a reaction of some sort. Something out of the blue, something heated possibly... but nothing near the scene that was playing out in front of her. He stood up so quickly, losing the distance between them in an instant. The movement itself would haven been enough to knock her flat on her back had she not already taken a seat on the stool. His hands were than on hers, pressing them together so very tightly. His grip was firm, unrelenting and the tiny jellyfish was left staring at him with wide, amethyst eyes. Her heart was racing, pounding so fiercely, so loudly that she was sure he'd be able to hear it in the silence that had fallen between them. Yellow and violet, two contradicting shades that tangled together, locked on one another. Daenerys almost expected to see anger in his amber orbs, just like she had that day in the cafeteria. The suddenness of her actions hinted at it, but the look in his eyes was entirely different. Broken, anguished, mingled with that same sense of guilt she had seen back in the arena halls. What surprised her more was the wetness that had formed, swimming like pools of liquid butterscotch.
Jentel was crying.
She had made him cry.
Stomach wrenching painfully with with the guilt that followed, she felt her own breath catch in her throat. This was not what she had intended... and as much as she hated lying, especially to her friends, her team... if she had known this would be the reaction she was faced with, she might have considered giving him a different answer. His voice was so loud, twisted and tangled with all these emotions that were ripping him apart. She couldn't help but flinch away. Jentel was not a man of emotion, not often did he express it. It was something Dani struggled with sometimes too, but surely for entirely different reasons. She wasn't sure what she should do. She wasn't even sure what she had done to cause such pain in the man before her. It wasn't until he spoke next that a sense of clarity surrounded her, but with it came surprise. It wasn't until that moment that she realized the guilt he'd been feeling, the guilt she had seen reflected in his eyes, it wasn't for what could have happened to Allister, but rather... what could have happened to her.
"J...Jentel... I-I... I-I..." Here words fell short, strained and raspy just like the breath that was caught in her own constricted throat. What was she to say? How could she possibly make him feel better? What if she just managed to make it worse? Like she always did... Her head was pounding, her heart throbbing in her head, in her ears. It was an endless drum, drowning out everything around her and making it hard to think. That bubble of anxiety, always threatening to pop with in her chest, was pushing at her ribs, her organs, expanded to his very reaches. Everything felt tight. Stiff. It was hard to breath. But she had to do something. She stood slowly from the stool, taking a hesitant step towards him, though in all reality, that might not have been the best move. Her entire body was trembling, knees wobbling as she stepped. "Y-you can't... focus on t-that, Jentel..." She started, each word trembling just as much as her fingers were shaking. Each were was a struggle that she had to force out, but she was doing her best. She was trying. "I was able to use my semblance and no one got hurt... that's what matters."
But if she hadn't? If she had died in Allister's place?
That was what was bothering him so deep down to the very core. That is what he was so hung up on. The guilt of the possibility that he very easily could have taken her life by mistake. Made even worse by another truth she had bore to him. He wanted so desperately to just be rid of the memory, but how could he after what she had said? She wanted to answer his question, but how did you respond to something like that? Would the truth bring comfort or only more distress. So many questions... impossible questions without any answers. Dani felt like she was about to burst, just pop on the spot like a balloon that had too much helium pumped into it. "I-it's... it's only natural for emotions to get the best of you sometimes." She tried justifying his anger with a truth that was simply so. Not everyone could be in perfect control all the time, not even her. Maybe it was a different emotion that dominated her. But that was just the same. It was only human. "If I had fallen in place of Allister... you would not be a murderer... it would have been an accident and I would have passed saving anoth life just as my parents had done for me."Her voice was soft, subdued, still trembling but sure of the words she was saying. His hands moved again,from chest to his neck. There was a very faint shimmer of silver beneath his slave. The shimmer of what she knew to be the metal of blades. Aimed to what would certainly be a fatal injury.
It was enough to cause her heart to drop and her blood to run cold.
Feeling as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her, she stared at the man with a pleading look. Amethyst eyes were burning, the salty liquid welling up and threatening to fall onto her cheeks. He was beyond distraught and it seemed to her it was all her fault. Not only was he taking the guilt of the event back in the arena, but all her other nervous tricks. Nervous ticks that were beyond his control... beyond her own control. If he took his life today, even if by his own doing, his blood would be on her hands. "Jentel, don't." For the first time her voice was free of the stutter, pleading with him with her tone as well as her eyes. She took a slow step towards him, cautious and careful. She was afraid that if she moved to quickly it would cause him to act. Yet what if she moved too slowly and didn't get to him in time? It was a situation full of impossible decisions. She felt like she was breaking, shattering into a thousand shards of glass, but a desperate need to save him kept her going. "Your master did not send you away because he does not care or because he does not think you are good enough... he sent you away because he thinks you can be so much more, just as I do." Every word brought her closer to him. Each step slow but deliberate, or as deliberate as she could be with trembling knees. "You don't cause me distress, Jentel. The anxiety is not caused by you and it's not your fault... in truths I am more comfortable around you than most anyone else in this school." She was closing in now, so close yet still so far away. Would words even be enough.
"You have a plenty of reasons to live, Jentel... so please don't."Voice desperate, pleading and fearful, her wrist closed in on his wrist, tugging downwards with all the strngth she held, as little as it might be. Daenerys was not an aggressive person. She couldn't even be considered assertive. But in this moment she was ready to act much the same way she had in the arena. If this was enough, so be it. If it was not, she would throw herself at him the same way she had Allister. Possibly knocking him over but surely doing anything in her power to get through to him and prevent him from making such a permanently awful solution.
â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” But, in the end, it is always beautiful.
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Ivory was surrounded by people he loved, but he hated the fact they were trying to protect him was irritating. He was a man, he could protect himself. Then the words were said. That he was an Omega. Ivory was not an Omega, at worst, he was a beta, but not an Omega. He had not fought the battles he had just to be called that.
He was fuming. He turned to his bed, and the scent was unbearable. The bed had to go, however, there was another person that needed to leave as well. Maybe he could kill to birds with one stone. He would run over to his bed, and pick it up. The window behind the wolf faunus was there. Ivory would then charge at Feralis with his Mattress. However, he misjudged the strength of the window, and he himself also went out of the window with Feralis.
Why today of all days? She had a nice run, everyone seemed fine, then her little brother basically jumps out the window with some clown. "Is it let's drive the captain insane day? Did I not see that ******** memo?" She had grown to love Nova in the time they've been together, seeing her as a sassy little sister. Point to the other feline Faunus she gave a Don't test me and being on the third story didn’t help. Looking out the window she debated about chasing after them or not. And Ivory would know how much trouble he was in.
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"Would you like some candy Noah?" "Remember that gives me a sore stomach Nova... " "BOOOOOOORING!!"
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- - Nova Primrose &Noah - -
Nova put her hands on her hips and nodded, "You are correct, they all answer to me!" she said, gesturing to everyone in the room. Nova felt complimented when the newcomer said that she must be the alpha of the pack, which she definitely thought she was, "Finally, someone who sees a bit of sense!" she said, inside she was drooling at how attractive he was.
Nova watched as Ivory grabbed his mattress and decided to take himself and the newcomer straight out of the window, it all happened in slow motion for her. She frowned, and walked up to the now broken window. "Couldn't you both have just take the stairs?! Now the room will get cold!!" she yelled, making a noise that showed she was annoyed.
She looked at Noah, and shrugged. "Shall we?" as she walked out of the room and down the stairs. She took her time, missing most of the action most likely. As she came to the courtyard, she found a little patch of ground and sat down, taking out a packet of sweets that she kept in her pocket and munched away as she watched Ivory and the guy fight it out. Noah was in disbelief, he barked at Nova "Aren't you going to do anything?" he said, looking worried at the two. Nova shrugged again, "Nah!" she said, "I can't be bothered, besides.. Ivory wouldn't want anyone interfering.." she said, as she continued to watch.
Noah let out a whimper to show he didn't agree but could see her point. He went and sat on her lap, watching the two of them. If anything went to far, he would step in.. but he was unsure of who's side he would actually be on - Ivory still couldn't stand him, and this newcomer was really interested in him.
As she took her hand and secured it on his wrist. His head and neck were turning away in a manner as if he were trying to avoid her. But he had not the strength to resist. The blade while it still pointed at his neck, even more so now, the mechanism that spun its inner machinations made an almost frightening grinding like those of a dungeons torture device. True nobody was killed, but to him he'd still hurt a person of whom he had developed an affection for. It was no better than if he had scarred his master. Had he truly sent him away out of a belief that he could become more than a mere servant...but why. How would that benefit the master in anyway. Selflessness, this was and has alway been Jentel's blessing and curse and in a sense this to was something Daenerys also carried in her soul. It was in these moments however her selflessness proved stronger than that of Jentel's self loathing.
It was not the girls statement involving his master that weakened him, it was how Daenerys went to say that not only did she believe this was his masters intents but her own. Here he had made her begin to tear, a weight of shame adding to the heaviness of his arm held to his neck. "W..Why..." Why indeed. He'd surrendered as his arm turned limp at his side in defeat, Daenerys for the moment could breathe a sigh of relief though he had yet to look upon her. Deep in thought. He would then break the silence. "I yield to you madame Daenerys. Though I must disagree, I still do not believe I've many reasons to live." It was here that the hand in which had just been trying to tame his wrist earlier would find Jentel's fingers interlocking with hers. Tenderly, lovingly...gently. He would then look to her, eye's still somewhat red and weepy as he'd raise both their hands his sodden bandages in juxtaposition with her newly manicured nails. A allusion to two broken things coming together to make one whole. Then, he spoke.
"Although, I have you madame Danerys, and for now, I believe that is more than enough reason for me to continue living." The breathy way he spoke comparable to those erotic light novels many young girls were into. Putting romantic tensions aside a warm but wounded smile to try and recover the drama he had unleashed. It was not much but it was Jentel's meager attempt to try an make things normal again. Letting go of her hand it was uncertain whether the wetness he had left behind was sweat or tears. Though he had not made it known to her, the young lads heart raced in a manner he thought only his master was capable. If this was one of those erotic light novels he would have certainly opted to kiss Daenery's as opposed to simply holding her hand. It was unknown whether such a scene found itself in Danery's head but Jentel would proceed to the earlier bag that held his bandages once more.
Trying to lighten the mood he'd attempt some humor, it was hoped there were no thoughts of him being a tease, though not by him. "Ah, it was indeed good that you'd stopped me. I would have been no better than that suicidal curr Allister." It was spoken rather harshly, it seemed Jentel was capable of destesting someone. Still, what loomed was that Allister likely must have had something to be enduring similar to himself, that realization made him somewhat regret his statement...but only somewhat. Of course he didn't know the truth that the boy was simply sociopathic. "I would like to apologize Madame Daenerys for this whole ordeal has left me quite disheveled. I know this is nary a good time and counter-productive to the impending exercise we'll be doing but I'm going shower. Do not feel guilt departing and rendezvousing with madame Feng and Ulysses."
Taking his extra bandages and a new set of clothing he would then head into the restroom. While he seemed to have cheered up a bit there was no denying he needed some time to think and likely left her with much to thing about herself. She had successfully saved two lives in one day. Certainly someone who had done so could take some pride in that and gain a little more self worth. The concept of perhaps showering to may have appealed to her. As Jentel was now gone, the door was not shut entirely with a minor crack as the sound of turning valves for the water came from the restroom. Perhaps it was to show how comfortable he was with Daenerys that such a thing didn't matter.
So there Daenery's would be alone with her thoughts in the room, in silence. The sound of running water emulating rain, a storm had passed, and now there were only drizzles left. The sound of the shower door opening and closing...and then the creak of the dorm rooms door? A tall thin man wearing sunglasses and wearing a bandana mask, shady in all sense of the word, even wearing a stereotypical trench coat would place a jar containing a light on the table. It would be easy to assume the dorm was being robbed but after this as quickly as he came he left. Then..Daenery's would recieve a text, as if her heart hadn't been through enough surprises today.
"Xie' Xie'. I'm giving this to you. I'm leaving the decision up to you when you believe it's the right time to give this to Jeje." He had said thank you. Although it was in another language. So it would have proved a bit confusing at first. If Daenerys looked into what the words meant it would be confusing for certain. Why would anyone open up a text with the words thank you unless she'd done something worth thanking for? This thing he was 'giving' it must have meant the glowing jar. Should Daenerys investigate it. There she would find like that of a movie reel. Jentel's HISTORY. The first few painful scenes. Involving, Jentel being ripped apart from his assumed mother and father, bearing witness do them being, beaten, and then on a day both killed for what seemed like entertainment. The next scene was a struggling child with amber eyes, kicked down on his back only to recieve a burning brand. The scream within the jar loud enough that the usual whisper the memories Jentel usually made paled in comparison and vibrated the glass ever so slightly, the boy was none other than Jentel himself. There would be more scenes after this but would Daenery's be able to make it past even the first without being reminded of her own pains. This was what his master kept from him, and now it was in her hands, and the responsibility it carried. One thing was certain though, now would certainly not be the time. Where would she hide it?...or would she...destroy it?
Life, is like the ocean. It can be rigid, or it can be still... â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”
The feeling that coursed through her when his hand dropped back to his side, hanging limply in defeat, was incomparable to anything she'd ever felt. A relief so strong, it swept right through to her very core. That first that had been wrapped so tightly around her torso, preventing her from breathing, making her feel like she might just implode, finally released her and when her lungs felled with that oh-so beloved oxygen it was an incredible feeling. That first breath after staying underwater for far to long. While her concern was not completely passed, her hand still clinging to his wrist as if she were still afraid he might persist, she waited for him to look at her. For some other sign that he was okay. The silence that followed seemed completely deafening, ringing in her ears as she waited so patiently for him to react further. The relief that followed his voice was even more so. Soft, broken, and not realizing his own worth, she made a promise to herself to make him see it one day... if only for a moment. "Jentel... there are so many things in store for you. So many possibilities... it might be hard to see it, but don't give up." She murmured, her voice soft and sweet, less restrained by her earlier panic.
Then she felt it, and she was entirely unprepared. His fingers, covered in sodden bandages, interlocking so carefully with hers. The touch was soft and gentle, warm and loving... so unlike the vice-like grip that had squsibed her hands so tightly together only moments ago. Finally his eyes met her own, red rimmed from the tears he wept, cheeks still sparkling with the salty liquid. Her heart was left raising once more as he slowly rose their intertwined fingers between them, however this time it was for an entirely different reason. It was not driven forward by fear or panic, not even her own anxiety, but rather by something indescribable. It was lighter, warmer, sending a wave of heat through her veins, chasing away the lingering chill. A strange sensation filled her stomach, fluttery, tingly. It brought a wave of crimson to her face, slowly creeping up her neck and into her cheeks in a rosy blush. She felt hot, flustered... a feeling that was entirely too familiar yet somehow completely different this time. It was not embarrasment causing such flushed cheeks, but a much fuzzier feeling.
His words, whispered in such a soft breathy tone only deepened the color in her cheeks, so much so that it rivaled the vibrancy of her hair. Her heart did a strange flutter in her chest and she looked like she wanted to say something in return, but he had stolen her voice. Better it fall victim to him then that of her own anxiety. That smile, while still wounded, but the warmth in it was enough to lift her heart, even if just the slightest. It was another memory that she would add to the collection that she kept dearest to her. She couldn't do it in quite the literal sense that Jentel could, but she still had those moments, those images, that she wanted burned into her mind, to never fade or be forgotten. This was one of those moments. Hands intertwined, that warm tingling sensation within her core that she couldn't quite describe, his whispered words, and that smile tainted by pain but unbidden by his mask. It was only in this moment that she realized more and more of these special memories were containing Jentel. He had managed to slip his way into way had been a collection of old childhood wonders, her family, and in more recent days, her brother. It was hard to say just how long the moment lasted. Everything had come to a standstill, but Jentel then untangled his hangers from hers, leaving her fingers empty and slightly damp. Unaware that his heart was racing just as quickly as hers, she automatically attributed it to the tears that had fallen just moments before.
As Jentel moved back towards the bag he had collected his bandages from earlier, Dani was left standing in the center of the room, looking after him a bit bashfully. Thoughts in a flurry, neither mind or body quite able to catch up, she seemed a bit unsure of what to do with herself. It took her several moments to unlock or muscles and let her hand fall back to her side. Even longer so for the blush filling her cheeks to fade. She nodded slowly as he mentioned Allister once more, still working to regain complete composure of herself. His tone was rather harsh, which was still a surprise. It wasn't often Jentel showed distaste towards a person and even less common was it for Dani. She had a hard time judging people or disliking them especially when she knew nothing about them. Still, the things he had said were awful and weighing on her still was the threat for him to conti he harassing Jentel. She wanted nothing more than to stop it, to protect Jentel from it all... but what was she to do? After all, she was just... well her. Then again... she'd managed to save not only one life but two today. The thought lingered in her mind, surprising as it was confusing. It was a thought that could not be denied and for once... some of that self doubt that was constantly ebbing at her eased for just a bit. Even if it had started with her making a mess of things, she hadn't been completely useless for once.
"You don't have to apologize, Jentel... I'm... I'm just glad you're okay." It took her a moment to find her voice again, soft and gentle as an ocean breeze as she offered him a small smile. He had earned a shower after that fiasco. A shower at the very least. He deserved a few minutes of peace to sort through his thoughts and honestly Daenerys would appreciate a few moments a lone as well. Maybe she should have returned to Feng and Ulysses. After all, there was training to be done and they'd been absent a long while anyway. However, despite feeling like her mind was running over time and not quite feeling stable enough to return to their midst, despite the fear that Allister would still be there, she wanted to stay her and make sure Jentel really was okay. He had worked so hard to try and make things feel normal again, but she couldn't help but still worry for him. "It's okay... I'll just wait here." She told him, making her way to her bed as he made his way for the bathroom. Climbing up onto the mattress, she pushed herself back to the headboard, leaning against it while sitting cross legged with a pillow in her lap. She heard the gentle sounds of the shower and the flowing water was enough to calm her. Whether that be true to her own nature or something most people enjoyed listen to was unknown. However hearing the shower door open and then close made her come to the realization that she hadn't heard the bathroom door close. Rolling her head to the side, she blinked in surprise when she saw the thin crack remaining in the doorway. Maybe it was supposed to be a sign of trust or comfort with her... but she couldn't help the bright red color that filled her cheeks.
There wasn't much time for the tiny jellyfish to think on it, as the next moment the dorm room door squeaked open, startling her so much that she jumped and fumbled with the pillow in her hands. Her first thought was that Feng and Ulysses had come to fetch them and while she was not prepared for any teasing that might come from the red cheeks and partially open bathroom door, ot would have been preferred over what came instead. A man, dressed in the most shady of attire, tall and skinny, a man she had never seen before, stepped through the door. A meek, barely audible squeal escaped her lips, fear gripping his heart as she assumed the worst. However, he did not cause harm or steal anything. Rather he left a small jar on the desk. Blinking in surprise, she was left confused when he left, staring after him long after he had gone. She was still staring when a small buzz sounded from her pocket. Once again she assumed it would be Feng or Ulysses asking where they were. Instead it was an all too familiar number that had not been saved to her scroll, due to not knowing what name to put it under. Sighing softly, she was left confused by his message, as per usual. Initially she struggled on the meaning of it, not knowing the language the message started in. Yet, even once she discerned the meaning of it, she was still confused. What had she done to deserve his thanks and even if she had done something, how would she know? Once again she was lead to believe he had eyes everywhere but it was easy enough to figure out the rest of the message. This was a drop off. Just like the money at the beach.
Slowly pushing herself back to her feet, she walked slowly across the room. It didn't take her long to recognize exactly what was held within that jar. A glowing orb of memories. It also didn't take her long to determine that it was Jentel's past. A past he didn't remember and an awful one at that. She watched scene after scene through the glowing glass, each one more horrific and heart breaking than the last. She couldn't help but flinch away from the last one she saw. Not only did her heart hurt for Jentel, it sparked her own painful memories of when her own parents were killed. Eyes burning, she picked the jar up and held it to her chest, walking back to her corner of the room, anxiously pacing back and forth across the floor. Why would he put the weight of this responsibility on her? She didn't get it, but she was also at a complete loss of what to do. Clearly she couldn't show it to him now. After everything she'd just witnessed, he wasn't ready. It could throw him over the edge. But should she ever show him? If it were her... she would want to know, no matter how bad it was. It was a piece of her, a piece of her parents... a precious thing no matter how tragic. But what if she showed him and he crumbled? What if she showed him and he hated her for it? What if she didn't show him and he found it on his own? What if he resented her for keeping it for him? Or worse, what if she wasn't here and something terrible happened? Just as it might have today had she not stopped him.
It was all too much. Building up inside her, that bubble of expanding to rpoint she feared she might tear at the seams. There were too many questions and no solution that seemed exactly right. She knew the guilt of keeping this from him would eat away at her. She knee the fear of him accidentally discovering it would constantly plague her mind. But, she also knew she could not risk letting him see this right now. Not after everything that had just happened. With the jar containing the memory still cradled to her chest like it was the most fragile thing she'd ever touched, she walked to her set of drawers and pulled out an ocean blue scarf. The fabric was slightly sheer and slight to the touch. She wrapped it gently around the chair until the glowing with in was completely concealed and the glass was well protected. Kneeling by her bed, she pulled a little wooden chest from underneath it. It was small, just big enough to fit the jar. It was beautifully crafted, little pictures of the ocean waves and sea birds flashing gracefully over the top carved into it. She had found it once in a market and it reminded her of home, so her brother bought it for her. She'd never found anything important enough or worthy of being stored inside of it, but this felt right. Made better that it had a small lock and key. It wasn't that she thought Jentel would sneak through her things... but accidents happened and she also did not know what standards Feng and Ulysses held themselves too. This felt better. Gently placing the wrapped jar inside of it, she locked it before placing the key in her pocket with her scroll. She would have to find a better place for it later, to be sure it wasn't lost. Knowing Jentel could be out of the shower any minute, she quickly place the chest back under her bed before rearranging the sheets and blankets to be sure it stayed hidden. Finally she sat herself back down on the edge of her mattress, hoping Jentel contributed any of the residual emotion showing on her face to the events that had occurred prior to his shower.
â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” But, in the end, it is always beautiful.
⊰level⊱Zero ( post count: 44 ) ⊰where⊱Beacon Academy - Dorm Room ⊰with⊱Jentel ⊰ooc⊱... ⊰outfit⊱this ⊰profile⊱here
The running water would soon come to a stop. Although, the bathroom door would open a lot faster than to be expected. It seemed he was exiting rear first and if Daenery's was looking she would in this moment bear witness to the twin moons. Simultaneously seemingly oblivious to the fact Daenerys was in the room he'd talk to himself. "My what an ordeal I've put that poor girl through, though now that she has left, I suppose I do have the liberation that is the room to my se... Jentel would turn his head to see Daenerys was still VERY MUCH in the room. "M...madame Daenerys! I profusely apologize! I heard the door open I..I had assumed you change..Changed!" No, now wasn't the time for explanations. "P..Pardon." A dash back into the bathroom, and had she caught sight, very briefly, ever so slightly, ever so scandalously had she, there was indeed a brief moment that confirmed Jentel was indeed a man. Despite all the femininity of his body.
What sounded like the tipping of things and a crash came from inside. Just to ease her of any worries an echo from inside. "I..I am quite fine! No need to worry!" A lighthearted and embarrassing thing this was, perhaps this scene also carved itself in Daenery's memories. Though it would have certainly taken a knife and stabbed the heavy tension in the room, perhaps replacing it with a different kind of tension all together. Though it was made evident with his 'rear' exit the brand on his back with seared and scarred skin was very much apparent. Some more shuffling and what sounded like bungling from inside the bathroom. One could only imagine what the usually calm collected and level-headed Jentel looked like in horrendous embarrassment. Though lucky for Daenerys he would not see any embarrassment that may have been unraveling on her end either.
Suddenly the door opened again a fully dressed and masked Jentel coming out with the steam emanating from bathroom. He coughed and looked to the side red as a beet. "I...I'm sorry you had to see that." Although the change of subject came rather quickly as he looked to Daenerys trying to keep together what little dignity he had left to remain the dignified member of the team. "Ah but if it was not you who left. Then...perhaps it was madame Ulysses or Feng checking in..." He would place his palm on his face as his eyes widened at the thought. He very well may have exposed himself to not one but all of the women of whom he shared the room with. It would certainly leave behind the mental note to be more careful.
"We...We shouldn't keep them any longer yes, I apologize additionally that the braids we had worked together on came unfurled but if they've the concern to check on us we best make haste." It was to Daenery's luck he did not question her further about whom opened the door, he simply assumed it to be one of their fellow team mates. She would be spared likely having to lie to him here. He would then proceed towards the door opening it and looking to Daenerys "Ladies first of course....ah, but if you much prefer I lead the way. I'm fine with either...bu..ah..." The recent embarrassment would not erase itself from his memories so with what seemed like a smile he would proceed outside the room and hold the door open from outside to calm his nerves from being in the same room with Daenerys. Quite the day today had been and it wasn't even over.
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If a vain could be seen from her forehead it would be pulsing hard. She didn’t know the disrespectful a*****e, but she knew Ivory and knew he knew better. Peeking out the window she shook her head, not wanting to jump out. "God ******** damn it... Nova I swear you'll be death of me if this keeps happening." Grabbing her weapon she opened the door, walking out and heading down stairs. Ivory was in a heap of trouble once she got there.
Life, is like the ocean. It can be rigid, or it can be still... â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”
The girl was pulled from her troublesome thoughts by the sound of the door opening followed immediately by Jentel's voice. Maybe if she hadn't been so caught up in the pressing concerns of his memories hidden so carefully beneath her bed she may have been able to better distinguish the oddly minimal amount of time between the shower shutting off and the bathroom door opening. Maybe she would have thought to warn him of her presence and to look away before she could catch any accidental glimpses. However, having been too wrapped up in the worries of her own mind, none of that occurred to her and her head almost instinctively shot up towards him. Her reaction was immediate, violet eyes growing wide while a deep, rosy blush filled her cheeks. "J-Jen..t-tel..." Her voice was but a squeak, only barely able to squeeze through her throat as she tried to alert him of her presence. She was almost to flustered to absorb the words leaving his mouth, but it didn't take much to pit the pieces together. He had not realized she was still in the room. It wouldn't be until much later that it clicked into place as to why he had thought she left.
"I-I... S-sorry... I-I should have..." Unable to form a coherent sentence, the apology wasn't quite what she had meant it to be. The situation had her completely flabbergasted, unable to move, unable to speak, rendered to do no more than sit on the edge of her bad, face hot and flushed. She knew she should have looked away, closed her eyes. Something... anything... but she had forgotten the ability to even so much as blink. Instead, she did forced her amethyst eyes upwards, ignoring her peripheral vision to the best of her ability. She felt like she was invading his privacy more so than ever. While it was always some strange accident, she couldn't help the little twinge of guilt that hit her gut. While doing her best to keep her eyes away from his more private areas, there was only so much she could ignore with the nerves and embarrassment of it all locking her in place. As Jentel made his retreat back into the bathroom, there was but the briefest of unseemly moments in which if there ever had been any doubts about Jentel's true gender, well those uncertainties of the had existed would be clearly washed away. Somehow, impossibly so, the girl's face managed to turn even redder.
With him returned to the privacy of the bathroom, her body seemed to slowly regain control of itself. Making a grab for the pillow that had rested in her lap earlier, only to fall to the floor when she had been startled, she pressed her crimson face into its plush surface. It was cool against her flushed skin, though it did nothing to soothe the strange emotions wrenching her gut or the racing of her heart. While awkward an awkward and embarrassing situation it was, it had at least accomplished the task of ridding the air of any of it's prior tensions, possibly replacing it with a more lighthearted feel, if not a bit delicate and embarrassing for the pair. Despite all of that, despite the privy glimpses she'd bore witness to, there had been one other thing that had caught her eye. The brand on his back, skin marred and scarred. A truly horrific thing made even worse by the fact that just moments ago she'd watched the event happen. So young, so small he had been. Once again, she found her heart aching for him. The experience and the scar it left behind reminded her of that of her own experiences. The people that had raided her island, attacked her home, burnt it to the ground, and murdered her parents... they had left a mark on her as well. A part from the burns and scratches that scattered her iridescent skin, hidden beneath her own clothing there was the raised, scarred flesh of a bullet hole. While completely different in the types of injury, it seemed they were located in very similar locations.
His disappearance was followed by loud clanging noises coming from the bathroom, as if he were bumping into things and knocking them over. It was hard to imagine him being as flustered as she usually was. He was always so calm, so collected, but today she had seen many knew sides to him, each of which would mark a place in her memory. Dani was still concerned for him with the ruckus coming from the bathroom, but before she could ask him, he reassured her that he was alright. When he finally did return, both fully clothed and masked, her face was still hidden in the pillow. Jumping slightly at his voice, she tossed it aside, cheeks still warm and rosy. "I-it's ... okay... I-I should h-have..." Voice still soft and meek, but less of a squeak than before, her words still seemed to fail her. Then came his pondering statement and her heart nearly stopped. She couldn't explain to him who had come by, that would only lead to the memory hidden in the box beneath her bed and she could not show him that. Not yet. Even so, the girl was a terrible liar. Simply keeping the truth from him would be hard enough, she doubted her conscience could handle a full on lie.
"Yes... we best hurry back to them." It was lucky for her that he seemed to automatically assume it had been their other teammates checking in and did not question her further on the subject. She just hoped it didn't get brought up later, because then she would have some real explaining to do. "It's alright... it just means we'll have to practice again another time." Her voice was calmer than before as she spoke about the braids that had slipped loose. The tiny girl even offered him a small smile, working to grasp hold of any bit of normalcy. Sliding off the mattress and to her feet, she followed him the door. She was ready to step outside of it, but paused with faltering steps at his own hesitant wards. It seemed this air of awkwardness wasn't about to leave them just yet. Cheeks still slightly flushed, she walked through the doorway when he stopped to hold it for her on the outside, following him down the hallway and back towards the arena. "Thank you." She murmured, keeping her head tucks so that long pink strands fell over her shoulder and concealed what was left of her blush, she just hoped what was left of the color in her face would fade by the time they reached the arena. She really didn't want to have to explain that situation to Feng or Ulysses... or worse, face he teasing that would surely follow.
[Exit to Arena]
â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â”â” But, in the end, it is always beautiful.
⊰level⊱Zero ( post count: 45 ) ⊰where⊱Beacon Academy - Dorm Room ⊰with⊱Jentel ⊰ooc⊱... ⊰outfit⊱this ⊰profile⊱here
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2018 8:51 pm
Rҽιƙƙα Cҽɾυʅҽαɳ : Team CHAE
The keys make a slight 'c***k' as she inserted them into the key whole. The door swung open and she sees the four cozy beds lined up against the wall. She drops her stuff right at the doorway, thinking that she shouldn't take a bed if anyone's already been in here. Though it didn't look like anyone's been in here as of yet. The clock ticked on the wall, ringing in her ears as she settled her stuff down. As soon as she places her bag at the side inside the room she enters the bathroom, washing her face with just water for the sake of being able to refresh. Then she perked up, realizing she wanted to see how that scuffle was going to unfold, but went against it in the end, thinking the violence would get to her eventually and that it was not a respectable thing to look at. Such petty squabbles were pointless to dwell over, seeing as she probably couldn't help in such a situation, so she went against going back down, and decided to examine the room instead.
Auburn made her way to their new dorm. She had showered and changed after patching herself up and was now in her casual wear, Judgement slung over her back, the massive sword seeming like a ridiculously difficult thing to use. Perched on her shoulder was a heavy trunk with the rest of her possessions in it.
She found the room and opened the door and headed in. At six-foot-three, she was taller than most around here. Fortunately, it seemed the staff had appointed a longer bed in the room and she went for it, noticing a much shorter girl standing inside. She simply walked by her and dropped the trunk at the foot of her bed and leaned her six-and-a-half foot greatsword against the wall. With her things set down, she finally turned her attention to the girl.
"So, you must be the Captain. You're...a lot smaller than I was expecting...Auburn. I have no last name, not particularly friendly, but, I hit hard and am reliable. And if you find me grating...not much you or I can do but move on. I wasn't exactly encouraged to be social growing up."Auburn was pretty dismissive in how she spoke, and blunt a all hell, but, the topic of growing up brought up a clearly toxic undertone to it. Not hostile, but, it was obvious she had no interest in going further into the topic.
Weapon(s): Judgement is a massive sword that is 77" long, 14" wide and weighs 54 lbs, but, has no unique properties other than that. Auburn is able to wield this beast of a blade, even one-handed, because of her Semblance.
However, her boots and gauntlets are equipped with mini cannon-like guns that fire off dust rounds. (See Mission for image of gauntlets and boots)
Items: â– Scroll â– Gear â– Usually an apple or two.
