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The Surrounding

Where the World Ends

The Ornate Path

Bodyguard Approval

A Friendly Escort

Intergalactic Munchies

Getting Some Bearings

That Is Not Helping

Explorers Extraordinaire

Make Believe

You Know, You Talk a Lot

Hide and Seek

Pencil and Paper

Food For Thought

Kitchen Raiders

Flights of Fancy

A Promise is a Promise

Advice

BREACH

The Mysterious Room

At Your Service

Knightly Duties

What We're Up Against

Celsus? Celsius?

Securing the Surrounding

The Party at the End of the Book

Page to Squire

Be More Than When I Left

Arrogance Fodder

Shades of Grey

Capture the Cat

I Haven't Seen You Before

The Land of the Living

In the Dark of the Knight

Well, Looky Here

I TOUGHT I TAW A PUDDY TAT

Paws For a Moment

When Life Gives You Lemons...

Soo...We Meet Again

Half of All Halloween Costumes

Cat Food

Hello Again!

Punch, Slide, Shuffle, Kick

First Time For Everything

Not the Knight I Was Looking For

Where One Road Ends, Another Begins

Tangled

Squire to Knight

Christmas Time is Here

Deliberate Deliberation

Battle: Order vs Chaos

Moon City: Battle Follow-Up

Ain't No Party Like a Zodiac Party

Under the Destiny Sky

So We Meet Again

Common Ground

Somewhat Supersonic

Knightly Trouble

Bad Day to Be a Knight

There and Back Again

Flip of the Coin

Turning the Pages With My Feet

Lesson One: Picking the Right Board

Hot Under the Collar

First Encounter

Collateral

Shipping

Take Flight

A Golden Romance

Bros Before Hos

Street Artists and Shutter Bugs

A Spark of Innocence

Night Furies

Vintage Love

Shakin' It and Paintin' It

I'M SORRYYYY

Alternate Packaging: Submit for Reapproval

Homework. Or Not.

"Your Eyes Are as Blue as My Toilet Water..."

Mr. Fancy Pants

One, Two, Three, Go

Dinner and a Movie

Tomorrow Dreams

Battle of Powers

All Tied Up

The Scent of Danger

Back to Back Action

Turning the Pages With My Feet

Welcome Back

One of the Zodiac

Knight onwards

Step One

Find Yourself Again

Trust Us, It's Not a Disease

Long Time, No See

The Door in the Air

My Friend that Glows in the Night

I Guess You're Okay

Well, This is Awkward

Another World

Bad Call, Kid

At Your Service

You and Me Could Write a Bad Romance

Stars Go Out

The Trailer in the Woods

[ PTA ] Train Car 3

Lonely Days and Nights

The Guillotine is Not Neutral

Courage, Dear Heart

Take Heart

Rose Tint My World

Brothers-in-Arms

Right Said Fred

Some Things Never Fade

Whip-ping Up a Pen-sive Friend

One by One We All Became Numb

If I Could Just See It All

Theirs Not to Reason Why

Carnival of Rust - The Beginning

Carnival of Rust - The Middle of the End

Be More Than When I Left

Coming Clean

Just Sit Back and Ignore

Your Own Worst Enemy

Cutting Edge

Blood Drops and Snowflakes

Drown in the Rising Tide

Naughty or Nice: Santa's Workshop

Knight Nights

I Like How You Shine

Rebel Child

Never Enough

Degrees

You're My Brother. My ChroBro.

Tell Me We'll Be Fine

Drowning

We Are Who We Are

Ginger Conflicts

{ TT } Bend and Break

{ TT } This Blinding Light

{ TT } Anti-Amity

{ TT } No Tea, Then?

{ TT } Know Your Sin

{ TT } Open Locks, Whoever Knocks

{ TT } It Stands to Reason

{ TT } Between Shadows

{ M } The Calling

Suspicions and Doubts

{ M } Losses

{ M } The Deal

{ M } The Open Portal

{ M } Turning Tides

{ M } Shooting Stars

Silent Screams Are Hurting

In the Hour of Our Need

I'll Be Good

Goodbye My Hopeless Dream

Titanium

Empire of Our Own

The End is Where We Begin

Cold Fingers

Lessons Learned

Caught in the Act

Cuddling and Sleepovers

The Crow and the Butterfly

A Piece of Sky

By the Code

In the Evening Quiet

Starting Point

Once Upon an Arm

Trying to Be More Useful

After the Rain

Houses and Homeworlds

Surround Sound

Make Tea, Not War

Once More, With Feeling

Passing on the Upgrade

Traditions

Destiny City Botanical Garden Holiday Extravaganza

Deck the Halls With Lots of Suffering

Destiny City Gingerbread Run

Not-So Silent Night

Wonders Never Cease

Gold

Baby It's Cold Outside

Fight Club

And Here We Are Again

Until We Meet Again

Brothers in Arms

Purrfect

Getting All of the Info

Celsus CYOA

Aye, Avast!

Second Star on the Right

Technically

Things Best Left Forgotten

A Day in the Life

Books, Books, Books

S.A.D

Of Earth

For Always

Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 10:59 pm

▨ The Mysterious Room

In which Fritz has to fight a giant spider and Celsus is awakened.

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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 11:00 pm

▨ What We're Up Against // Celsus + Virgo

In which Celsus gets his arse kicked by a girl begins training with Virgo.

Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 11:02 pm

▨ At Your Service // Celsus + Chronos

In which Celsus learns he gets to protect a Pretty Pretty Princess.

And all that Knightly stuff too.

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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 11:04 pm

▨ Celsus? Celsius? // Celsus + Draconis

In which Celsus attempts to explain that no, he is, in fact, not a type of temperature.

Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 11:07 pm

▨ Knightly Duties // Celsus + Camelot

In which a creepy old man follows Celsus around - at least he figures out he's a fellow Knight.

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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 11:09 pm

▨ Securing the Surrounding

In which Celsus gets his first lesson on intergalactic meetings.

And where he sees another Knight of Chronos.

Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 12:59 am

▨ BREACH

In which many things happen and Virgo is most definitely not dead - but the rest of the civilians are.

Also where six more Knights of Chronos are awakened.
(Bifröst, Peklo, Menthe, Eliza, Holiday, Cathleen)

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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 8:52 pm

▨ The Party at the End of the Book

In which the civilians aren't dead after all and there is much partying and rejoicing.

And maybe some beer.

Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 9:32 pm

He was alive. He was alive - and he was home.

Frederick St. James stood at the front door of his loft, wondering whether he should knock and have Tolliver answer, or simply unlock the door open and go in himself.

He debated. He hemmed. He hawed.

He attempted to put off going inside for as long as humanly possible.

This was partially due to the fact that he did not know if the key would still work in the door. He could try, yes, but if he walked into some apartment that no longer belonged to him, he had a feeling he would not walk out of there - he'd been booking it.

Or maybe walking with a pair of nice, shiny cuffs on his wrists.

Most of his wariness at entering, however, had to do with the fact that he had to explain himself to the one person he knew would have missed him this entire time, even if his parents had not known.

Tolliver was going to kill him.

And it would not be pleasant. No, most likely, it would be horrible and awful and he'd be scared for life.

Fritz sighed. Then, finally making up his mind, he pulled out his key and unlocked the front door of Loft 108 in the Greenwich building, pushing it open slowly and peering cautiously inside.

It was...exactly the same as he had left it. A wide, rectangular shaped living room that did not hold couches, like normal apartments did, but rather two enormous, fifteen foot long bean bag chairs that could fit at least six people comfortably on a single one. There were various other mismatched pillows and cushions tumbled across the thick, cream colored carpeting, and a floor-to-ceiling poster of the Weasley twins from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows stood just beside the hallway that led down to the bedrooms. Several of Fritz's drawings were tacked lazily and sporadically onto the pale blue walls, like someone had just thrown them up there randomly one day.

The kitchen was not nearly as big as the living room, but it was still decently sized, with clean, white, marble counter tops and miscellaneous stainless steel appliances haphazardly pushed around.

And, sitting at the smooth, mahogany wood kitchen table sat a very familiar person with a head of pale, reddish brown hair that had a few colorful streaks in it that had not been there before.

"Erm," said Fritz. "Hi, Ollie."

There was silence. His brother turned the page of the newspaper he was reading.

"Welcome back."

The voice was low, quiet. Clearly Tolliver St. James was using his I'm not going to acknowledge the fact that you were gone for six weeks and didn't effing call me or even let me know where the eff you were so I'm going to just freeze you out since I had no idea whether you were even alive or dead voice.

"Hi," said Fritz again, completely unnecessarily. He stepped forward and pulled his bag from over his shoulder, dropping it down onto the table as he stood beside his brother.

Another silence. He shuffled around awkwardly.

"I heard about it, you know," said Tolliver. "The whole...communal disappearance thing."

"Oh," Fritz said. "Yes. That."

This time the silence seemed to last forever. Finally there was a scraping sound as Tolliver pushed his chair back, standing up and folding his newspaper neatly together, setting it down and moving towards his bedroom.

Fritz stared after him, completely nonplussed.

That's it.

"...Fred."

He almost hadn't heard it, but Tolliver had stopped in the doorway to his room, his back to his brother. Relief - pure, unadulterated, wonderful relief - flooded through Fritz's veins.

"George," he said.

Tolliver turned his head. Fritz caught the barest glimpse of a smile on his brother's face.

"Welcome back, Fred."

Then he disappeared into the room and shut the door.

He was only in there for about three seconds before there was a loud pounding.

"GEORGIE OPEN UP LET'S TALK!"

"NO - WHAT - WHY ARE YOU BOTHERING ME GO AWAY!"

"MAKE ME!"

"WHAT ARE YOU, SECOND GRADE? SERIOUSLY, GO AWAY! I'M BLOODY WELL MAD AT YOU!"

"BUT I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING WRONG!"

"YOU HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING RIGHT, EITHER!"

"GEORGE."

"FRED."

"TOLLIVER."

"FRITZ. STOP IT."

"I JUST WANNA TALKKKKKKKK!"

"YOU LITTLE GIT - GO AWAY - "

And on it went, for quite a while, until finally Tolliver - red faced, irritable, and happy, opened the door, and Fritz, grinning obnoxiously from ear to ear, gave his brother a back-breaking hug in greeting.

At least until Tolliver shoved him off, threw a boot at his head, and proceeded to retreat to his bedroom for the rest of the night, leaving Fritz to sulk outside.

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Fritz's day had gone...not-so-good so far. And he wasn't exactly pleased with it.

"Ollie."

"What?"

"What did I tell you about the hot water in the shower?"

"To not use it all up."

"And what did you do?"

"Use it all up?"

"You're so smart."

"Just take a shower already, nitwit."

Needless to say, that was only the start of things.

Fritz had attempted to explain to everyone - to no avail, it seemed - just why he had been absent for the past six weeks; and Tolliver, being his twin, had been the only one to just let things go.

Mr. Flowers, Fritz's boss at the art supply store he worked at, was not nearly as generous.

"But I told you - !" Fritz wailed as he stood outside, face pressed obnoxiously against the glass of the storefront so that he was practically smushed up against it and probably smearing it quite nicely. "I was drugged up! I didn't know what I was doing or where I was!"

Clearly Mr. Flowers had heard enough of his ex-employee's excuses, since Fritz decided to make a break for it - Flowers was holding a very menacing looking marble object in his hand that did really look particularly pleasant.

"YOUR NAME IS TOTALLY WRONG, YOU KNOW!" Fritz yelled, then ducked quickly, darting around the corner.

After that, things just went downhill further.

He spent an hour attempting to beg the university to let him back in, but after a "disgraceful amount of unexcused absences" he had flunked out.

Flunked out. It was horrifying. Frederick St. James didn't flunk anything.

Except maybe math. And somehow Fritz doubted the school would accept "I'm actually a secret knight of a princess of the zodiac senshi and I was off in space fighting these bad guys called the Negaverse and trying to keep the Dark Mirror Court from taking more civilians as their own, and oh yeah we had to fight this giant monster that almost killed us all and actually did kill the civilians but they all were reborn so they're not really dead after all" as a good excuse for being absent for six weeks.

And probably send him to a mental institution in the process.

"I spilled my coffee," he tried to explain to the waitress of the cafe he stopped by afterwards, who was now grumpy over the fact that there was a large brown puddle on the table and half on the floor beneath Fritz as well. And most unfortunately for him, his excuse of "Er. Drugs, you see. I've been under the influence for six weeks - " did not exactly go over well with the waitress. Or the manager.

"Look, I've been trying to tell you, Officer! I was one of those civilians who disappeared for six weeks! We were all drugged up!"

Two hours later, Fritz slouched home with a harsh reprimanding that "doing drugs would cause him to lose even more brain cells than he already had" and a $150 fine for disturbing the peace."

"You look like hell," was all Tolliver said, when Fritz slumped through the front door, his hair mussed, his shirt untucked, and nice dark stain on his pant leg from his earlier coffee spill.

"Thank you so much," Fritz grumbled, and started to make his way back to the bedroom.

"You have a letter, by the way."

He stopped. "What?"

Tolliver, without looking up from the book he was reading, gestured to the kitchen table. "It's over there somewhere."

Fritz glanced over, and, with a slight frown of bemusement, picked up the heavy cream envelope, turning it over in his hands.

He did not recognize the name scrawled in a neat font across the flap.

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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 11:59 pm

There was a cat sitting on the doorstep of the St. James loft the morning after Fritz returned home.

It wasn't a normal cat - at least, not from first glance. It was a motley brownish black color with lighter splotches, a tear in its left ear, and a stubby little thing at its rear end that might have passed for a tail once upon a time. The collar around its neck was black leather, a dangling silver identification tag naming it as Crook. It wasn't, to say, ugly - but it certainly wasn't very appealing looking, either. Perhaps its only redeeming quality were the enormous, luminous green eyes that blinked up owlishly at whoever it was near.

"Your cat's back."

This was said at the kitchen table, over a breakfast of kippers and eggs, a pot of coffee (Tolliver still preferred tea), some toast, and marmalade. A large pitcher of orange juice sat on one side of the counter.

"What?" said Fritz, his mouth full of sausage as he looked around for the syrup.

"Your cat," said Tolliver, enunciating each word slowly as if the other were lacking in intelligence, and without looking up from the morning post he was reading. " - is back."

Fritz glanced around hurriedly, as if the animal would disappear at a moment's notice, but there he was, curled up on one of the enormous bean bag chairs as if he were quite at home.

"Wait a second." Fritz turned back to his brother, a suspicious look in his eyes. "What do you mean, back? Crook's an indoor cat."

Tolliver shrugged, seemingly supremely unconcerned. "He disappeared soon after you did. I reckoned you took him with you."

"I didn't," Fritz said, as he swallowed his mouthful of food and pushed back his chair, standing and wiping his hands on a napkin. He crossed the room, over to wear the beanbag chair was, and flopped down beside the mangy black cat.

Crook cracked open one eye, looked at Fritz with a bored expression, and then went right back to sleep.

"Rude!" Fritz cried. "Here I am, back again, having not seen you for six weeks because I went mad from these drugs, and you just ignore me. That is not very nice, Crook."

The cat opened one eye again. Then, slowly, as if with a truly great amount of effort, it pushed itself slowly to its feet, dragged its body slowly across the beanbag chair, stepped slowly onto Fritz's legs, and slowly flopped down on his chest and went back to sleep.

"Well, aren't you Mr. Bloody Brilliant," said Fritz sarcastically, but there was no denying that he was thrilled to see his cat again. He had always been an animal person in general, but cats, as a general rule, were his favorite. They were only allowed one in the loft, which had resulted in Crook being picked up from the pound on a whim (Tolliver hadn't spoken to him for two days, on account of Crook peeing all over the floor upon arrival). But Fritz claimed he and the grumpy cat had a bond, even if no one else could see it.

The fact that two years after that day, the cat was curled up on his chest, was evidence enough of that bond.

Thinking of cats made Fritz think of a certain other pair of cats - cats who were not here, at least not at the moment. Memories came flashing into his mind, one right after the other - a lavender haired young woman who reminded him of Xena, Warrior Princess because of her "tough girl" attitude. And then, quite possibly, one of Fritz's favorite memories from space (despite the horrible situation they were in) came wafting into view - H ebe, in an attempt to grab food from his other side, accidentally grabbing his rear.

Fritz had laughed about that for days - especially since H ebe herself had seemed so unconcerned over the whole ordeal.

"I don't see how you can like that...cat," said Tolliver, as if he himself was not even sure what the animal in Fritz's arms was or not. Fritz threw a horrified look at Tolliver.

"He can hear you, know," he said, in mock outrage.

Tolliver just rolled his eyes. When he looked over next, both man and cat were sound asleep, curled up together on the massive bean bag chair.

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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 1:38 pm

▨ Arrogance Fodder // Fritz + Veer

In which Celsus finds Obi Wan Kenobi. Except not really.

Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:22 pm

▨ The Land of the Living // Fritz + Joshua

In which Fritz discovers Joshua is really and truly still alive and there is much hugging and slapping on the back.

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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:24 pm

▨ Cat Food // Fritz + Pippin

In which Fritz meets a cat that isn't really a cat.

Or maybe it's a human pretending to be a cat pretending to be a human that's really a cat.

Or something.

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