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 Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 12:41 am
Troy received a half-smile and a pat on the arm by his Princess. Chronos could not lie that she had briefly been angered by the thought that Endymion had lured them here and away from the battle. Angry that he would put so many Senshi at risk, and angry that she had fallen for it. But it certainly didn't seem to be the case, not when he was worried for Chibimoon. Nevertheless, doubts lingered, and could not be brushed away so easily.
Was their any harm in telling him how Ares looked like? But the Dark Moon Court was working with the Negaverse, which had shunned Endymion. Chronos could not imagine Ares taking well to the Prince of the Earth, not when the Prince of her Earth, along with Nehelenia, was gone."Ares has long reddish brown hair." She said, dredging up her memories of when she last saw Ares; the time when the Surrounding had been attacked. "Wings that look like smoke, since she is the Senshi of Smoke. Dark skin, holds a staff, and wears a long black dress."
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 10:34 am
He made a note, especially about the smokey wings. That wasn't commonplace enough to mistake for another. After asking around, he was sure he could find her. They needed to talk.
"Thank you - for everything. I'm sure you have many to attend to, and won't keep you waiting any longer." He gave a curt bow, as a royal to another, before standing tall, hand resting on his sword not as a threat but in a relaxed stance.
"I hope to meet with you again. Tell my daughter I'm glad she is safe, and I miss her." With this, he glanced to her other protectors. "You serve your princess well. She's very lucky." To which he seemed saddened that his own court did not feel the same. A royal without a court was a very sad thing indeed.
With that, he slowly moved away. He had hoped to ask for more, but due to the current situation, it would be unwise to ask for too much at once. He did well for today at the very least, and dug out of the grave he made. Now it was just a slow climb up from here.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 1:48 pm
When Chronos took Neso's hand, the handmaiden dropped his eyes from Endymion long enough to smile at his princess and give her hand a reassuring squeeze. The smile remained on his face, even as the Chronos Page whispered about punching the Prince. Punching seemed like a negative, violent thing -- so naturally Neso chose to ignore it.
He continued to watch the conversation in silence, happy just to hold Chronos' hand. The Prince paid him a compliment, and he grinned. "Thanks, Prince," he said, happy, as ever, to hear positive performance reviews. Truth be told, he was really more of a guard of the princess' happiness much more than her physical form.
With little left to do, Neso followed wherever Chronos led him.
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