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 Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 12:35 am
Braden laughed, it would be exactly his luck to get attacked twice in one night. Just like it would be his luck to not have protection the second time around. Shrugging he looked around at the area for the first time since stopping. "I was on my way home when I saw that, uh, whatever it was," he said vaguely as he struggled to get a bearing on where he was in conjunction to his apartment. Spotting the street signed he groaned, how had he ended up this far away?
"Yeah, I'm pretty much no closer to home then I was when I left school... Which is almost a third of the city away."
Now that he thought about it, there wasn't much of a reason he shouldn't have just called a cab to begin with. Which was too bad, because he had no cell phone to call with now. With a sigh he looked at the night and gave him an awkward half-smile. "The good news is- My father's house is only about five blocks east. I can probably crash there for the night."
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 11:06 am
Camelot smiled at him with pity on his face. He felt bad that he had been attacked, and that had thrown him so far off his path home. Poor guy. Camelot imagined Braden had had quite enough of bad luck for one night.
He would do his best to make sure nothing else happened.
"That's good. You should head that way, get inside, relax. Try not to worry too much about... all this..." He could do nothing about the nightmares and fear that often came with being attacked by these monsters, or the way someone's life could change by realizing such things really did exist.
The news wasn't lying, per se, it was just sugar coating the truth and delivering vague terms of it. The reality was often much worse than people were willing to accept. And Camelot couldn't blame them, really. His life certainly changed the first time he was saved by a senshi.
And a little bit more each of the following times.
He nodded his head, bowing his body forward a bit. He was a knight at Braden's call tonight, at least, and would keep him safe from any unseen dangers. He'd follow from the shadows, or the roof tops, just in case.
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 11:52 pm
Braden, his crooked smile fixed perpetually on his face now, nodded at everything the knight had to say. He'd even started to take a few steps in that direction before he turned around to face the man that had saved him. "All that considered, and despite me getting in the way, that was all kind of intense wasn't it?" When he said 'intense' Braden really meant 'ridonkulously awesome' and the inflection with which he said it conveyed that more than just the words on their own would have. With the adrenaline pumping through his veins it hadn't occured to him that there would indeed be nightmares. Or even that he should be afraid of all that goes bump in the night.
The smile still on his face he didn't even wait for an answer, before turning on his heel and making his way to his father's house. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to explain to his Dad all that had just happened to him, knowing full well that the man wasn't going to believe him anyhow. So wandering lopsidely towards his childhood home, he whistled a tune quietly to himself as he thought up various mugging stories to tell his father.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 11:06 am
Camelot looked thoughtful, then nodded his head slowly.
Maybe it had been a little... intense. it hadn't been the easiest fight he had ever leaped into, and things had gotten a little complicated, much too quickly. He could imagine for a civilian it was very intense, especially since Camelot didn't feel not that he had done a particularly excellent job with it.
But at the end of the day they were both going home, so there was that to think about. He had done his job.
Braden was off before he could answer though, and he moved to follow. He leaped to the side of a building, so he could keep an eye on him as he had promised and make sure no more youma tried to make a meal out of him tonight.
Once Braden was at his father's house, Camelot moved off to head back the way he had come, to continue the rest of his night. One youma fight did not mean patrol was done, after all.
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