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 Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 9:15 pm
December 07, 2013 (This is being back dated)Wincing as he heard a crash from downstairs Ian wondered just what had suffered his father’s wrath now, perhaps a tv table or some chair that was utterly harmless in sitting where it had been put. But harmless as an inanimate object might be didn’t matter to his father, at least not when he was drunk, as he was quite sure whatever object it was had just been thrown by the drunkard downstairs; if the crash was any indication. Why couldn’t his father drink a little faster, a little more, or not drink at all? He knew it was wrong to think the first thoughts but he couldn’t help it when those thoughts slipped through. If his father could just pass out than he could go downstairs and clean a bit and make dinner for his mother, and his father, and his mother would be clueless as usual.
The Bach household was fairly normal, if you didn’t take his father’s drunkenness into account, as the household did contain a nice married couple and their child. They outwardly seemed to even be a problemless household full of love. Both parents worked and the only taint seemed to be that the son was a high school dropout, who had also attended Hillworth, both for reasons the neighbors were clueless about. But the son wasn’t the real taint in the Bach household. It was the father.
The walls to the house were thick, thankfully, as Ian wasn’t sure he could handle it if the neighbors ever heard the racket his father made often – they would surely say something to his mother. Ian didn’t want his mother to know, did everything he could to make sure his mother didn’t know, as he had taken to cooking and cleaning around the house (even disposing of the bottles his father emptied when it was safe). His mother worked too much and deserved to have a happy household, even if it wasn’t that happy. Ian had, years ago, had his eyes opened to the wrongs of his father as it was really impossible to deny what his father was or what he did; he really wished he could hide from the truth. But the fact was he had to make sure his mother didn’t find out and he went to great lengths to ensure this. Cleaning was easy and cooking wasn’t so hard either it was having to toss the bottles, he hid them at the bottom of the garbage can outside, and clean up the disgusting messes his father could make when had drank too much which were hard to clean. Also it was hard to hide broken things, or find an excuse why a tv table or vase was broken, but Ian had to do these things for his mother.
Giving a sigh as finally the noise downstairs seemed to die down he typed a quick message to his friends, letting them know he would be back in a while that he had dinner to make, and headed downstairs slowly. On tip toe he made it down the hall and the stairs as he kept his ears open for any sounds which would indicate his father either a.) being still conscious or b.) be working up into some new fit of excessive anger. Hearing no sounds to indicate either thing he finally stepped off the last step and headed into the living room as quietly as he could.
Seeing the man on a couch, sprawled out, he shook his head and went to clean up the mess made. It seemed the tv table was well and truly dead, broken beyond repair, as the table top part had been removed from the legs. There was thankfully no signs of what it had impacted so he assumed it was the carpeted floor, his father thankfully never put holes or dents in walls. He’d have to work out some excuse to his mother on being one tv table sort of a full set. Grabbing up the parts, the table top tucked up under an arm, he bent to lift up the nearly empty bottle of vodka and headed for the kitchen and more importantly the backdoor. He had a trash can to hide a bottle in and a few pieces of wood to toss away.
Setting the bottle and tv table parts on the ground he opened the garbage can and started to remove the bags from it. Trash bag after trash bag till all four were removed from the large can. Once it was empty the bottle was dropped in followed by the pieces of the tv table. The bags then went back into the trash can as he closed the trash can he sighed happily. At least he didn’t have a huge mess to clean up, he just had to take the dishes into the kitchen and clean them, now that the bottle was gone and the wooden remains of the piece of furniture were dealt with. Turning gently he headed back into the house and on tip toes made his way into the living room to get the dishes which he brought into the kitchen then to rinse before placing them in the dishwasher, they’d get cleaned once his mother got home and had dinner. He’d clean his mother’s dishes in the dishwasher along with his father’s dishes later.
With that handled he went to turn the tv off, no point in having a loud program or commercial wake up the lush. So with that done and the remote set down on the wooden surface of the entertainment center, right infront of the tv, he headed back to his room. He had to think of an excuse for the lack of a tv table…but what could he say? What excuse could he come up with for one being so broken that it couldn’t be used or repaired in some manner? They had no pet(s) which he could blame something on. And he certainly wasn’t going to take the blame either, his mother would know he hadn’t done whatever he could come up with, so what could he say?
Running his fingers through his hair, tugging on the dark locks of hair, he got back to his room and nudged his door shut gently. Returning to his computer he decided to see if he couldn’t ask a friend, or several friends, of his for some made up story that was plausible. The ones he talked to the most, did all manner of illegal and questionable things with, knew he couldn’t tell his mother the truth. They knew the truth, he was close enough to them to tell them everything. It was these friends, over the ones he had in real life, that he could tell everything to and they didn’t judge him. Some might get emotional and shout, or complain, but they didn’t blame him for enabling his father and for wanting to shelter his mother. He felt comfortable in talking to them about these things.
Typing in the password as he pulled his computer off its screensaver he went to hunt down some of his friends, he needed help. Word count: 1,194
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 7:30 pm
December 14, 2013 (This is being back dated)The clones had vanished and the moon was back to normal. Their Queen was dead, and everything was back to normal. Normal was a word he was starting to dislike because it now included this senshi thing and fighting in some war. There was still so much he needed to learn, and he knew it and felt it, but he disliked what he’d learned thus far. It wasn’t that he didn’t think magic was cool, it was, but it was having to fight. From the carnival and the convention to the incident with the clones and their Queen at the park, it was all so much in such a short period of time.
His first semester was winding down, another week till winter vacation, and the finals had been and still were a lot of pressure for him. He’d spent whatever time he could afford to studying, over the last two weeks, in the hopes of assuring himself A’s on each exam. He’d even had an essay to do for one of his classes, which had been done between midnight and three in the morning and had been turned in the day before. He was confident in that, he was good with writing essays, it was taking exams which had him nervous. He tended to forget things and wound up having to key off of certain words to trigger memories; it was why he studied so much.
The problem was that his mind kept drifting down to the shouting downstairs that his father was doing, seemed the man was still upset and throwing things earlier and hitting his own son with one such object had not been enough. Pulling his comforter tighter about himself, it was damn cold, he sat curled up in his computer chair with a text book open on his desk. A bruise blossomed on his cheek, his face had gotten lucky and hit him in the face with the tv remote he’d thrown, the discarded ice pack sat on the corner of his desk. As much as he should have ice on his cheek he just couldn’t – it was too damn cold already and the ice pack made it worse. His room was over the garage so he wound up with the coldest room in the house, a plus in the summer but not in the winter, hence why he was just so cold. Maybe he could tip toe downstairs and turn the heat up? It couldn’t hurt – right?
Sighing Ian let his book remain on his desk as he uncurled his legs from under himself and stood. Wrapping his comforter about himself he shuffled his way across his room, out his door, down the hall and downstairs. Keeping on tip toes, literally, he reached the downstairs with little noise made as he headed for the thermostat that was next to the front door, next to the alarm system, and carefully turned it up. Flinching as he reached the stairs, his father had just shouted something about assholes on tv and faggots wanting their rights, It was good his father didn’t know about him. He wasn’t sure what would happen if the man knew – he suspected being tossed from the house or verbally assaulted by the man whenever his mother wasn’t home.
As he reached his room he passed a glance out his window, watching the snow fall, before curling back up in his chair and returning to his studying. While he studied he had several things on his computer open, including aim, so he could take short study breaks in order to rest his mind before he tried to stuff more knowledge into his head. He’d packed soup with his mother earlier, before she’d left for work, and wished her well and safety on the roads. He hoped she was able to heat his soup and enjoy it during a break, he’d figure out an excuse for his bruised cheek between now and the time she came home – he’d have to. He just hoped this didn’t become a habit, there were only so many Word count: 698
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 10:01 am
October 13, 2014 (This is being back dated)The call in the middle of the night from his mother had been startling, and not because it was late. She’d been in tears, clearly, so it was with a rushed few words to Gwen that the dark haired Ian had run from the home he’d been crashing in and took off toward his parents home. His mother hadn’t asked for him, she never would ask for him even if she needed him, she’d asked if his father was why he’d moved out.
He couldn’t deny her anything, even if it hurt, so he’d whispered a single word – yes. Yes, his father had been why he’d moved out and why the house was likely filled with booze bottles and broken things. He had heard his mothers sharp intake of breath, he felt bad for answering her, but he had expected re response the moment before that single, oh so simple, answer left his lips.
He’d hurried home and with his house key clutched in his hand he opened the door and stepped inside for the first time in months. He could, even from the doorway, hear his mother’s sobs coming from the kitchen. Slowly, unsure if his father was in the house, he made his way toward the kitchen and peeking in found it empty save for his mother at the small round table. “Hi…mom.” The words were slow and followed with a strained, sad, smile before he smiled more when her watery gaze turned to him. “You sounded like you needed some comfort…and I was worried.” He answered the unspoken, as it didn’t need to be asked, question on why he was here.
Stepping further into the room, trying to make as little noise as possible, he drew a chair out at the table and sat down at his mother’s side. Leaning forward he pulled his mother against himself and held her. “Whatever it is, it’s ok.” Or it at least would be. Raising a hand to rub up and down his mothers back gently, in an effort to calm her and lend her some assurance that things would indeed be ok. What had happened though? What had led to his mothers call?
“Mother…what happened?” He whispered into her dark hair as he pressed her closer to himself. The answer he hoped wasn’t anything too bad; he was hoping his father hadn’t gotten out of hand. He didn’t trust his father when the man spent the majority of his time in a bottle of liquor. He could only imagine what the man could have done while under the influence of his favorite drink.
The answer was bad however. His mother had come home, early as she hadn’t been feeling well, to his father ranting and raging while he threw something across the living room where it hit a wall. She’d tried to stop him, to calm him, even though she’d been in shock having never seen her husband behave in such a manner before. His father had lashed out and pushed her, forcefully, into a wall and turned his ire and anger onto her in a verbal assault which had left his mother, stronger than he was, to throw her husband out of the house for the night. She’d called for a friend, someone who was more his father’s friend than his mothers, to pick the drunk up and do something – anything – with him as she wasn’t letting him into her home tonight.
As Ian had listened to his mother he felt proud of her for standing up to his father but also immense sadness and guilt. She shouldn’t have had to find this out about her husband and especially not in this way. But something else had his attention as well. “You aren’t feeling well?” He questioned as he drew away from his mother as he stood up and went to the cabinets already planning to make a cup of tea for her. He knew tea helped his mother at times and tended to calm her nerves when she came home from a bad night at the hospital.
While he poured water into the kettle his mother explained that it was just a cold as far as she figured. It was coughing and some other little things but it made focusing a little harder not to mention she didn’t want to pass a cold on to others, especially patients, so she’d been wearing a mask all night at work. While he worked on making her a cup of tea she continued on about what had happened with her husband. She had finished, just as the cup of steaming tea was set in front of her, with what she had been saying and locked eyes with her son. After a moment, time enough to blow on the surface of the drink before taking a slow sip, she informed her son that she could understand why he’d left the house and moved in with a friend. She didn’t fault him but now she’d like him to visit more often, she would not be permitting her husband back into the house. Not if this was something he did often, as it also explained a few missing pieces of furniture.
Smiling at his mother he took a seat next to her, pulling his chair closer, and hugged her about the middle and rested his head on her shoulder. “Of course, I’ll visit all the time. I never wanted to not visit – I just couldn’t with father. I’m sorry I never said anything about him; I should have. I didn’t want to ruin things and cause you any suffering.” He had always worried about his mother, still did, and had kept something big like this from her for a long time. He’d gone out of his way, doing everything he could, to keep her from finding out.
Lifting his head he smiled at his mother as she asked him to tell her about whom he was living with and what he was now doing. This felt like old times, sitting around the kitchen table and talking, and he went into telling her everything, the bad night pushed to the back and forgotten for now. Word count: 1,031
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 11:23 am
October 13, 2014 (This is being back dated)Divorce, his mother had called to tell him that she was going to lawyers tomorrow to start the process. Of course it wasn’t just to tell him that but to ask him to come along, whether for support or to tell the lawyer what he knew that could be used against his father he didn’t know, he knew he’d go no matter what reason his mother had for asking him. He just hoped all went well for her, he wasn’t so concerned for his father. His father had brought this all upon himself with being a drunken lush and lashing out against his mother. It didn’t matter that his father hadn’t really put a hand on her, that cops and an ambulance hadn’t been needed, all that mattered was what he’d done and that it was out of line – that he was so lost in a bottle.
His father had come home late the night he’d been thrown out, very late as he’d already returned to Gwen’s, and had tried to apologize but his mother wasn’t hearing any of it. In fact his mother told him that she’d told his father as much and she had questioned how long this had been going on, if this was why her son had left the house, it had started a second fight between the couple and it had ended just as poorly as the first.
Why couldn’t his parents just be like they used to be, back when he was a child? Why did his father have to turn into a drunk and his mother, his poor mother, why did she have to know this now? Where and why had things gone wrong? He wished he knew, wished he could find out, but he was afraid his father wouldn’t answer and he was also afraid of the answer, if his father decided to give him a proper answer. It was these fears which kept him from seeking his father out, he knew the man was at the house of one of his friends. He’d found this out from his mother, who despite going tomorrow to file for divorce was keeping track of her husband by keeping in touch with the man’s friend he was living with, so he could go and see his father but he hadn’t and maybe he wouldn’t ever. He didn’t know and he feared going to see him, feared what he’d say and what answers he might get from him.
Since he had to go somewhere like a lawyer’s office tomorrow he thought it a good idea to dress up nicely, meaning no hoodie and skin tight jeans or anything like that. He needed something nicer for this, meaning he needed to go out cloths shopping. Should he call his mother and get her opinion and just go out with her and spend some time out while he did his shopping? It was an idea but he also was sure she would be busy with preparing things for tomorrow.
That in mind he decided to go out on his own and head for the mall intent upon getting a normal button up and blue jeans, he needed them in a normal style rather than the skinny style he bought his usual jeans in. He’d take the nail polish off as well and since winter was coming anyway he needed a coat. He had a lot to do, too much, and thankfully he had a job so he had money. He didn’t spend money on college so he didn’t have to worry about where his funds went or didn’t go. Getting up from where he’d been sitting he went to get a quick shower and dress, shouting out to whoever might be in the apartment that he was going out for a while, and then he was off to the mall with his wallet in his back pocket and ideas in his mind of what he’d be needing.
The trip to the mall wasn’t a bad one, he’d taken a bus that dropped him off a block from where a subway dropped off and picked up so he’d made the quick walk and taken the stairs down to the platform. The wait was short, subways ran all the time, and he’d taken that to get him to within a block of the mall and its many shops. He didn’t know which store he’d go to for clothing but he had a few ideas, he’d check them all out and get an idea for the prices they had.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 11:25 am
October 13, 2014 (This is being back dated)He could have gone to others, should have even, and he knew it. He could have easily have asked Tsui since he lived with her and yet he didn’t. Why? Why didn’t he asked her if she was having nightmares also, horrid visions of a destroyed city and bodies everywhere? He had worried he might seem like he was losing his mind or that he was worried over a dream, making it to be something even more important than it was – as it was just a series of dreams right? Only they felt so vivid that the first night he’d woken up in a panic and with tears clinging to his eye lashes, yet none had fallen, and breathing hard as if he’d run a marathon. The purpose for them he didn’t understand but he knew there was something to them, there had to be!
He hadn’t gone through what some others had, he’d heard about space travel and that odd things happened in this city to those involved in this war, but he was sure this was one of those odd things that was happening to him because he was a sesnshi. He should have talked to Tsui, or maybe in some roundabout way questioned her, but he hadn’t done any such thing. He could have even talked to Xander but he’d not done that either. He’d simply settled for suffering the nightmares, as he wasn’t keen on taking sleeping pills nearly every night, even if it meant his grades might suffer a bit and he was either too tired to go out patrolling or when he did go out he was cautious and kept away from any chaos signatures he felt as he didn’t feel getting into a fight was a wise thing for him to do. It had left him feeling rather zombie like to put it in the simplest of terms.
He’d already almost made a mistake while hacking a site the other night, he’d only caught himself at the last moment and was able to keep from making the mistake he’d been so close to making, and so hadn’t been doing any illegal activity on his computer for the last few nights just in case he didn’t catch himself the next time.
Now though he was wandering the city with his long arms wrapped about himself as he looked around lazily, a yawn passing his lips. He’d woken up again from another nightmare of death and ruin, what was he supposed to learn from this, and had decided to power up and go for a stroll. He’d left a note for Gwen, in case she woke up and wondered why he wasn’t asleep on her living room couch.
He really did need to figure out his living situation. It wasn’t like he didn’t appreciate where he was right now or that sleeping on a couch bothered him, it didn’t, but he didn’t like cramping her house further with himself and his belongings. He needed a bigger place, someone with more space, so he didn’t feel like he was crowding in on them and their life and home. He knew he could go home, his father was not wanted in the house by his mother nor the restraining order she had in place. His mother was in the process of divorcing the man as well, though his father from what he’d heard was begging his mother not to leave him. He couldn’t imagine why his father didn’t want her to leave him, aside from it being a second and better income, but was that the only reason? He liked to think it wasn’t but he wasn’t about to find his father and ask why the man didn’t want this, after all what else did he expect with his drunken behavior?
Toying with his piercings he shook his head to himself, muttering under his breath something about drunken idiots and bad decisions.
At least his mother wasn’t alone though, she had invited her sister who was single and had two children who lived with her, to move in for a while so the house didn’t feel so large and empty. Not to mention his mother wanted the support her sister could offer and the advice, as the woman had gone through a nasty divorce herself a few years back. Maybe he should visit later on in the day, like once it was light out, and have lunch with them maybe. He knew his mother would be working a night shift so he could surely come over for lunch…or maybe dinner was a better idea that way she’d be more awake and could get in more sleep. Yes, he’d drop by for dinner and bring something with him when he went over. He’d think about what to bring with him later, once the sun was up, for now though he really did want to focus, at least a little bit, on the nightmares and what they could be about.
Was there a reason behind them? He was sure of it but was it for shock value and to get some point across or was it a promise of what was to come? Was he, and maybe others, seeing such things to get them motivated to do more? It would perhaps make sense, especially since he was sure he wasn’t the most active or devoted senshi. But if that was the case he really wished it would be more blunt and maybe less graphic images that kept him up at night once he’d woken from the nightmares. It was hard to get back to sleep after seeing such things, at least for himself it was.
Turning a corner he continued on with his walk, while he glanced about himself, the stores were closed and most of the apartments above them had their lights turned out. Few cars seemed to be on the road as well, as he only saw two on his walk thus far, as he let his mind wander. Maybe if he got more into the role of a senshi he’d stop having these dreams? Were they something which happened to those who were…lacking in activity? He really had no idea what the cause of these nightmares was but he’d try and do what he could and maybe they’d stop or at least he’d learned what the cause was for them. He hoped he’d find out and soon, he didn’t think he could continue on with so little sleep before it got him hurt or failed him for this semester.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2015 10:34 pm
August 08, 2015 (This is being back dated)Staring at the Jacobs house he’d been shocked by the size and even more so because he would be living here from now on. He’d explained things to his mother, or at least told her that he was moving in with a friend, and with permission from her and promises to visit her often (why would he not visit his mother?) he had packed up his things and gotten his mother to drop him and his things, all packed neatly into boxes, off at the Jacob’s home.
This home, could he call it a home and not a mansion, was massive and had him not only excited but feeling distinctly uncomfortable as well. It was huge and it felt like it would dwarf him or just swallow him whole somehow. But after a few breaths to calm himself Ian had approached the door and gotten himself let in by Xander, who had helped him carry all his stuff in and showed him to his room.
Now twenty minutes later and he stood in the middle of the room looking around. Where to start? It was big and he had very little, not enough to fill this room up where it didn’t seem empty. Biting down on his bottom lip he went to opening his boxes, which had been ignored up till this point. From the first one came his computer tower, keyboard, and mouse. The next box where the two screens he had. Those items found their way to the desk situated in the room by the window. The tower set down on a shelf that would be around knee height and to his right, the screens set side by side at the center of the desk. The keyboard in front of the flat screens and the mouse to the right and with a smile he went to opening other boxes.
Clothing came out and was folded on the bed before finding their way into his dresser or into the closet he had, why did a closet need to be so big? He’d never fill it! Shaking his head he went about slowly unpacking his things, as he took care in deciding where to put things. He needed a book case…he should ask Xander for one over dinner…that was a good time to ask – right? He supposed it was the best time right? It wouldn’t be so random as they’d be sitting together at a table and talking, no doubt the other would ask about how he was settling in.
That thought settled in his mind he finished putting his things away, his books stacked neatly by his bed, and finally made his way to his computer again and set about plugging everything into the stripe of outlets he had, which he pulled into the wall outlet. Things were hooked up, keyboard to tower, screens to tower, ect. It all slowly got plugged in and then the last thing was the headset he had pulled from another box and the speakers he had. Those were the finishing touch sort to speak. With those done he could flop back onto his new, and bigger, bed as his computer started up.
Hands behind his head and green eyes staring up at the ceiling he could relax finally. “I hope mother doesn’t find out about father…” No, he really didn’t want her to find out; she didn’t deserve that shock. It would hurt too much and he doubted that whatever way she found out would be any good.
“I hope she never finds out.”
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2015 7:10 pm
March 12, 2015 (This is being back dated)The dreams, the memories, were impossible to ignore as they had come to him in bits and pieces. A memory here and a memory there, mostly in his sleep, they were so vivid they were distracting when they hit during the day. In his sleep they were enough to rouse him from his sleep only to find tears down his cheeks. He hadn’t told Tsui about it, or anyone else, but he couldn’t ignore it. It wasn’t just a series of dreams or some imaginary future his mind, and imagination, made up – no. It was simply impossible to be some dream, even if he wished it so. It was what was to come if the Negaverse won this war and it was terrifying.
He wanted to tell Tsui, to tell others, but who would believe him? He didn’t know if others were seeing what he was and didn’t care to risk that he was the only one. He knew it was silly, considering how much magic was in their lives someone would surely believe him. But he didn’t tell anyone and kept it to himself as he dealt with the memories and tried sifting through them, making sense of things, as they had come to him out of order. He took the time, whenever he could, to try and order the memories in his mind so things made sense and the picture was…anything but pleasant.
He now knew he had a part to play in this war and he had to play it, there was no way around it any longer. He was a senshi, a super senshi, and he had to help avoid this future and that meant he needed to get stronger and take this seriously. The first thing was visiting his own planet, though the idea of owning? A planet was very odd and yet felt right. After that he had to work on fighting youma and fighting in general – he needed to train. He was sure he could arrange that with some of the senshi, and knights, he’d met but he needed to also meet other people! He needed more allies and friends in this war. He didn’t want to end up like he had in the future – forcefully made into a corrupted senshi. He didn’t want to serve the Negaverse!
He knew he had been so much more before that. He remembered the wings, he’d been eternal, and the glowing marks on his skin that although he had never seen someone with them now he somehow knew it was special – something beyond being eternal. He knew he wanted them, he would need it somehow.
His hand fisted at his side as he tipped his head back, watching the snow fall out his window. He had a lot to do and he had to start working on it all now, he had a lot of time to make up for – time he’d spent doing nothing and not improving himself. It was all time he couldn’t get back and yet the lessons still needed learning and the fights still needed fighting and the training…well that had to happen as well.
“Tomorrow I’ll start a new…” He’d have to work on it – work hard. But he was willing to if it meant escaping that future. “I won’t be corrupted.”
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2015 7:35 pm
August 13, 2015 (This is being back dated)The calling had been there for weeks now, months perhaps, and Ian had been pushing it aside; to the back of his mind. But it had been building and he could no longer ignore it any longer. What was it? it was the need to go visit Chaldene. The call was there, a certain need to go and see it and be there. He didn’t understand it, no one had mentioned that a planet could call to its senshi even when they’d never visited it, but he felt it every time he powered up, it was getting unnerving.
Tonight when he powered up it wasn’t to patrol it was to do something more – to answer the call. Tucked away behind trees and bushes the green eyed teen looked around before he pulled out his new senshi phone, for which he was very glad he’d gotten it, and focusing on that feeling (which wasn’t hard) he pressed down on the home button and closed his eyes as he hoped it all would go well and he would make it to Chaldene and not somewhere else…or nowhere. He didn’t want to just open his eyes and still be here…behind a tree and several bushes.
Nearly falling, his legs almost giving out from under him, his nose was filled with a thick air that smelled…earthy if that made sense. When he cracked his eyes open he found himself inside a small round building with a twig and thatch roof…Tilting his head he turned and twisted about as he looked around the large round building. The inside was dusty and dirty without a doubt not to mention there were holes in the floor, he was not going anywhere near them in case the surrounding area gave way. So he kept to carefully walking and making his way toward the only door. The room had been empty, as if it served no purpose other than a gathering room or hall.
Outside he found water – lots of water. It was brown and couldn’t be seen down into, with reeds and other water grasses growing all around what looked like a shore. The building itself was on heavy wooden stilts and plenty of them, or so he hoped they were still strong. A porch, or walkway perhaps was a better term, went around the building and as he walked around he came to an opening that was in the form of a bridge, or another walkway, that lead to another building of similar nature.
The rail, made of bundled twigs, was held onto gingerly as he walked the bridge to the next rounded, thatch roved, building and the dark haired senshi ducked inside as a piece of torn and worn, threadbare, fabric hung from the door frame. Looking around he found a…counter top perhaps, shelves and a table that was pushed all the way to the back of the room. It looked like the table should have been separated from the rest of the room as he spied more torn up bits of fabric hanging from the ceiling. Most of the fabric was gone or littering the buildings floor. Of course the fabric wouldn’t last, it had been how long? A thousand years or more? Shaking his head he moved around the rounded room as he glanced at the shelves where there were jars of what he didn’t know. Books also and in front of the counter, on the floor, were the dead remains of plants of some form or another. Had they hung there decorating a counter? Perhaps this was some sort of a store? It seemed very much like that. What sort of store there was no way of telling, too much time and more had passed, but he had the suspicion it had indeed been a store of some form.
As he finished his sweeping exploration of the building he stepped out and headed back onto the bridge which went on to another building and another, the bridge didn’t go straight but curved as it came close to shore. As it neared the shore there were water plants and reeds on either side of it, almost obscuring the bridge as they grew rather tall. But where the bridge ended wasn’t how he’d expected. It didn’t simply end but rather steps down to a dock where a few boats lay up on the dock. As he walked toward the dock, ignoring the other buildings along the way for now, he could tell some had gaping holes in them while some seemed intact enough to be useable. Paddles could been seen peeking out from under one of the little boats and had him assuming, maybe wrongly so, that under each of the boats was a set of paddles to use.
Reaching the stairs he gingerly stepped down them, moving around a hold in the second step, before he landed lightly onto the dock and went to inspect the boats. Moving down the small isle down the middle of the dock he took to inspecting each boat and decided to do a little test. The few that seemed without holes he flipped over and put into the water. Using the ropes he found under them, along with the paddles, to tie them to the dock. He’d explore more and when he returned he should know if any were useable.
That decided he turned back and headed the way he’d come, fully intent upon searching out the buildings he’d passed up. The first one along the way, the furthest from where he’d arrived, was gone into first. More bits of fabric hung from the doorway and inside it seemed to be…maybe a bar? There was a bar like structure and a few broken and scattered chairs as well. Three small, round, tables, no chairs to be seen for them, occupied the room as well. But what told him it might have been a bar was that it seemed this room had a back room, maybe for cooking, and the broken and cracked remains of glasses behind what he was calling the bar. A few glasses seemed somewhat intact but many were broken and when he went around the bar he spied many more broken on the ground. When he reached the doorway that lead to the back room he had to stop as it seemed much of the floor was just gone. Two more steps forward and he’d be plunging down into water how deep. Shaking his head he looked around the room and while he knew he could walk the perimeter of the room he didn’t care to see if the floor would hold just so he could get to the opposite side of the room – not worth it.
His head still shaking as he backed out of the room he turned and slowly made his way from the room. So maybe the dock was where people arrived to do some…shopping and the bar was there to offer people a drink who’d taken a long trip? It would make sense if he was thinking about it, and he was. He was intensely curious and trying to piece things together. “If none of them hold up I’ll bring something…” He spoke to himself as he cast his green eyes back over his shoulder for a moment before he continued on.
From the bar he went toward the next building, the bridge went up on a slight incline as this building was up higher, and inside it seemed smaller than it was, although it seemed like there was an actual door this time leading to a back room. “it did look larger from the outside.” From the outside it looked massive actually. So he’d been surprised in seeing how small it actually looked at first, right before spotting the door. The room he was in seemed to maybe be some sort of place to eat? Again it made sense if people came a long way to get here that there be a place to eat, although the bar served that purpose he did remind himself it was small and not likely a place for children who might come with parents. That all in mind he understood it but wondered why it seemed that there was a supposed open area behind a counter. Supported, meaning that the whole down to the water was supported by strong, thick, stilts to keep the floor from giving. This on it’s own might make no sense but the chain hanging from the ceiling and down into the hole made sense when you saw the cauldron hanging from it and from the water rose a platform of stone with the crumpled remains of what was perhaps a cook fire of sorts. So the cooking was primitive but it was smartly kept out of the all wooden establishment in order to keep it safe. The stone area under the place was big enough for a person or two to stand and cook. Perhaps it wasn’t just whatever they could make in the cauldron but perhaps there had been room to make things on flat metal surfaces, like pans and such, as well? He wasn’t sure and there was no sign of such so it was all speculation.
Moving past that he headed for the door and turned the handle, sighing when it came off in his hand but glad for the door opening regardless of it’s now lack of door knob. The floor thankfully was intact and he could see the crumpled, half eaten and rotted away, remains of a bed and shelving. “A bedroom?” He thought aloud to himself. So the person who owned the place perhaps lived here? Work and home together…it made sense. This area was far too small to have homes for people, being that it was just a series of seven buildings all connected by the bridge and ending at the dock.
“Small outpost..?” Maybe it was between bigger locations? He was trying to think of what would make sense and going with what felt, and sounded, right to him. This seemed like a logical idea and somehow it felt right, like this had been just as he thought. Nibbling on his bottom lip he closed the door without exploring further, it felt too private for him to go poking about. He might be the only living person to come here in how long, and he might be the senshi of this planet but it still felt wrong to him.
“So an outpost…” Which meant there were other places, somewhere else he could go and explore, and they would be bigger than this location. More buildings, more bridges, and more to see over all – he was excited. Maybe he’d see buildings that served as just homes? He really didn’t know if they would all be like this area and homes would be connected to businesses though he hadn’t taken the time to see if there was one connected to that first shop…before he left he’d have to check that just to answer his own curiosity.
The three buildings between the first shop and the restaurant all proved to be some small store, although he hadn’t a clue of what sort of shops they’d once been. Each one also proved to have a area for personal living where the owners, and their family if they had one, lived. He’d found more holes in floors, torn and ruined thread bare fabric and other remained of what had once been in the buildings but nothing of true interest, nothing he’d wanna take home with him and study over.
Finally with all the buildings searched and assumptions made it was time to check on the boats, and so the super senshi wandered down the bridge, which he was finding himself more relaxed walking along at this point, and down to the dock where the boats were tied up. Out of the four he’d put into the water three had taken on water. Observing that, and deciding not to try and fix them as he figured it might just make more problems, he untied them and pushed them off as far as they’d go. He’d let them sink to the bottom and perhaps if he saw some part of them sticking up from the dock when he next came back he’d have an idea on the depth of the water – at least in that area. The one remaining boat he took out of the water and carried off to stash in the first building, the one he’d arrived in. It would hopefully keep safe there and not find itself like the other boats - ruined. If it held up and he could use it he would do some exploring the next time. He’d done enough for the moment, or so he felt he had anyway, and he had a lot to type up and save to his computer. He wondered if a camera would work here so he could perhaps video tape this place. “A nice idea…not likely though.” But maybe he could ask Ash and see if that was possible or if the senshi phone had the ability to record video and if not could it be worked on, he’d very much like to take videos of here in order to remember it all and perhaps share it with others as well.
With the boat stored, and hopefully safe, he took out his senshi phone again and focused on what he wanted – Destiny city and closed his eyes. Pressing down on the home button again he noted the difference quickly. The air was no longer cool and heavy with moisture nor did it smell so earthy, like fungus, woods, and cold and moist (if any of those scents made sense). When he opened his green eyes he was indeed treated to the site of bushes and a tree, the ones he’d ducked behind when he’d first powered up and left here, and smiled proud of himself.
“Not too hard.” Pocketing his phone, after looking it over as if it in some form of awe at what such a small device could do, and turning around he powered down and headed back toward the Jacobs’ home which was several blocks away. He had walked several blocks away from the Jacobs’ home in order to power up, in case anyone saw or followed him or in case someone else powered was nearby and sensed him. It was all a safety thing.
The walk back was filled with wandering thoughts filled with images of the planet he’d just seen. What had it been like before? Did Chaldene have big cities or was it all like the small area he’d just seen? Would big cities, if there were any, be all stilted buildings? If so how big could a building be…? He supposed as big as someone could build if it had enough stilts, and big enough ones, to hold it up – right? Seeing that small area, a small pit stop, and the boats had him figuring fishing would have likely been a big thing as well as they lived in the water so would have had to fish for much of their food and traded perhaps with bigger areas for other food stuffs? He didn’t know what else they could have gotten, what other foods could be found in the past seeing as he’d not traveled nearly enough on Chaldene to see what they had for land. The marshes where he’d landed didn’t seem like they’d support things such as cows, sheep and maybe not even chicken. But perhaps ducks? And other water fowl which people ate? So maybe they did have more than fish but perhaps those were delicacies that were only had on special occasions? He knew of tribes, from watching national geographic, who had cows but so few that they only killed and ate one (as a whole village) for special occasions. So perhaps that was the same here if they had indeed had water fowl they could catch and eat. He really needed to return here and find out more – a lot more. He wanted and perhaps even needed to know. He was far too curious about the sort of world his planet had once been.
Turning a corner he drew closer to the Jacobs’ home without even realizing the amount of time he’d spent walking, his thoughts too occupied with the more important thing – his planet. So when he walked down the block he soon came to an automatic stop at the gates to the Jacob’s home and stood there for a moment not doing anything. Finally though he blinked to clear his vision and focus his thoughts on the here and now and that was when he noticed the gates. Sighing he let himself in past the gates and made his way to the front door where he let himself inside. He didn’t call out, didn’t say anything, as he silently crept up the stairs, after toeing his shoes off in the foyer, and headed up to his room. He didn’t want to explain things to Xander, he wasn’t ready to disclose where he’d been or what he’d seen. So instead he got to his room on silent feet and opened his door as gently as he could before closing it just as gently. Once that was done he launched himself across his room and toward his bed. Landing with a thud he set about removing his shirt and resting his arms behind and under his head as he smiled. “Finally, I’ve seen my other home…my former home.” He whispered to himself as a smile, a big wide one, took up residence upon his features. Green eyes sparkled before he sat himself up slowly. “I can’t just relax though…I need to write about it.” And that took away from the giddy feeling as he focused himself on the ‘work’ he had to do and had him padding over to the desk where his computer rested and seating himself he brought it out of sleep mode and set to work on typing up what he’d seen and his conclusions, assumptions, and other things. Word count: 3,030
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2015 6:20 pm
August 08, 2015 (This is being back dated)While others slept Chaldene didn’t, couldn’t. The senshi of the wisp remained awake in his cell, cramped and cold, as he wondered just what he’d done to deserve this fate. What in the past could he have possibly done to earn this? A twisted version of the Hunger Games, if it was possible to get any more twisted than those books already were this did it. A different planet! Those collars…they didn’t even have those in Hunger Games! Someone should have suggested similar to the writer of the books. He could help his train of thought even as a bitter, and perhaps a bit hysterical, laugh passed his lips before quickly being smothered; he didn’t need people thinking he’d lost it. This was just insane, and not in a good way.
He couldn’t believe that this was really going to happen, they were all going to be sent out in groups to kill each other. Would no one stop this? King or not someone could...would…right? What were the people here like? What was this planet like that this could be allowed to get to even this point? The very notion of people permitting this filled him with dread. No one would stop this slaughter, would stop others from being killed, he thought as he looked to where the page had died not that long ago. Or would someone step up? No…best not to get his hope up only for it to be crushed.
He couldn’t let his hope take hold of him, he had to keep it smothered, so he could think rationally and not go into this like someone would save them. If no one saved them, which he suspected might be the case, than he had to think and survive somehow. He couldn’t die here so far from Earth, and home. His mother would never know what had happened to her only child – he couldn’t allow that. Xander…oh god…poor Xander he would be leaving him alone like this and without a clue. He wished he could pull out his phone and send him a message – anything! But no…he was sure that wouldn’t do anything more than get him killed.
Shivering, from the cold or something else, he wrapped his arms about himself and slid down onto the cold solid ground beneath him and laid down. Green eyes staring out into the darkness as he wondered what the next day would hold for him, for them. It didn’t seem like tomorrow would be a promising day, or the next day, or the next several. No one seemed capable of magic, weapons, communication or anything. How would they be found..it was hopeless wasn’t it? He would die here at the hands of some senshi or knight..maybe the Negaverse or a Dark Mirror senshi or a corrupted senshi. He didn’t know but he doubted he’d come out of this alive. What could he do? He could right and do his best even if he knew he’d fail in the end. He could do his best and try…show that his life meant something to him even with his dying breath he could do that – right? Yes, he would do that. He would fight and do his best until he could do no more. He would serve his planet proud, or so he hoped.
“And may the odds be ever in your favor.” A bit more laughter from the senshi before he drifted off to sleep. Word count: 573
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2015 3:16 pm
August 27, 2015 That itch, that need, was there and Ian knew he needed to get away from the city for the night anyway. It was the nightmares, all the things which had happened lately, and just a need to power up but not deal with youma or officers of the Negaverse. He needed to see more and answer his curiosity anyway and so he wrote out a quick note, left it on his bed, for Lily and Xander to let them know that he was going out for the evening and they wouldn’t find him in the city – he was going to space. He knew he didn’t need to tell them where he was going, they weren’t his keepers, but he was being polite and letting them know so neither became worried for him. After what happened on Maia and all that panic and worry he didn’t want to appear to just up and vanish on the siblings.
His note written out, his cell phone in his pocket, a flash light was found under his bed and checked to assure the batteries were good. Grabbing his school bag the flashlight was put into it, and after a moment his cell phone joined the flashlight, the notebook he’d written all his memories from his last trip into it. Two pens were grabbed from his desk and put into the school bag and lastly he grabbed something warmer to wear, just in case it was needed. He really wasn’t sure what the temperatures would be, or if it would be day or night, he did however remember how must moisture had been in the air and that could make it potentially very chill.
Leaving his room Ian headed down the hall and downstairs and suddenly turned away from the front door and made for the kitchen. Two water bottles and some packed up food were stuffed into his bag, which was getting quite full, and then he was back on his way toward the front door and out into the cool night air. Taking a deep breath, letting himself calm he slipped a hand into the left side pocket of his hoodie and held onto the henshin pen he kept there at all times for some reason. He wasn’t sure if it was a comfort thing, he was fairly sure it wasn’t, or maybe it was just because it was his and it was something very close to him – that felt more true to him. It felt very personal and like something he didn’t want others to touch or even really see. It was his…something precious to him and despite how he had not been much for powering up not too long ago, or fulfilling his duty, he had always wanted to see Chaldene and always felt a deep curiosity and wonderment at the idea of a planet that once held life…and where he’d once lived. It was like a fantasy novel come true.
Making his way down the block, turning a corner, and continuing on Ian didn’t stop until he felt he was a good distance from the Jacob’s family home. A grouping of trees and bushes were a good cover for him as he set his bag down and powered up before his bag was hefted over his shoulder and shifted till comfortable before the senshi phone he had was taken out of subspace, he really had no idea where it came from and went back to after each use. Looking down at the phone it was with slow motions that he unlocked it and focused himself as he had the last time before pressing down on the button which would bring him home.
The arrival was jarring as everything around him had changed but it wasn’t unwelcome – none of it was. The moisture in the air and a slight chill in the round building he’d arrived in, the same on as before, he already knew what he was going to do and shifting his bag again he went to grab the small little boat he’d stashed up in this building and started to lift it up so he could carry it out and down to the dock. It wasn’t dark out, which was good as it wouldn’t be possible if it were dark out, he was going to explore as he had wanted to do the last time.
Stepping out of the building, he was going to deem it the meeting hall as it was easier to think of it as such, and into the day light. Breathing in deeply he ignored the sort of fungus and moldy smell that he figured wasn’t all that bad after one got used to it. It had a very earth quality to it and the moisture you could smell, if that made sense, it was a wholly pure smell. Nothing you’d associate with a city or even a suburb, no food, no cars, no nothing like that and no sounds of people and cars and life in general. That whole silence thing was very odd and he hadn’t thought about it the last time, too damn curious and busy to notice, it was unsettling in a way as if he expected something to attack him out of no where – like in the movies. He knew that such a thing wouldn’t happen though, somehow he just knew it. he knew nothing else lived on this planet, and it did bother him, but it also calmed him as he knew he was safe from any sort of attack whether it be by animal or unknown bug.
While his mind had wandered his feet had also and it was just as he was coming out of his thoughts that he noticed he was already stepping down onto the dock. Shaking his head, flipping his bangs uselessly from his face, he set the boat down onto the wooden dock and grabbing one of the still whole ropes he tied one end to the boat and the other end got tied around one of the poles at the dock meant for boats to tie up at. That done, and it assured the boat would not drift off, he slid it into the water and grabbing a pair of oars he got in slowly, carefully, as to avoid miss stepping and winding up in the water. He knew nothing was living on this planet but that didn’t mean no microbes weren’t and that he wouldn’t somehow get sick or something from a fall in the water, and he could still surely catch a cold if left in wet clothing for a long time, no matter what planet that water was from it was still water and he could still get a chill and fall sick. Neither were things he cared to risk, it would be especially be hard to explain if it were something caught due to little microbes in the water or some such thing. Maybe he should, next time he was here or when he finished a water bottle, take a sample of water? It was an idea and maybe he could get some time in a science lab? But what did he know about science and microbes and such…nothing, that’s what. He could always try and find someone or even ask Xander perhaps? Maybe Xander could figure something out or knew someone? It was worth a try – right? There was nothing to be lost but there was the possibility of gaining something and knowledge was a precious thing.
The decision made, he would grab some water up in one of the bottles he had with him when it was emptied, he settled into the boat and placed his bag at the front of the boat as he sat himself in its middle. Twisting and turning he leaned back in order to untie the boat before using the oars to start off on a journey to where he knew not. He would be an idiot, and a liar, to say he wasn’t nervous and a lot hesitant but he was more curious. He knew he could get lost, oh so easily, but he knew he could always bring himself home to Destiny City and that knowledge was what finalized the decision to go on down the water way and see what he would come upon, if anything, he had no idea how far the next site would be but he was hoping to find something – anything. He really did want to explore and even if no buildings were found he’d have still done just that but Chaldene really did want to find more structures which he could explore. He was curious, very curious, and he was seeking to feed it and so finding structures would be the best way to do so.
The water ways were over grown but still there, but only just, and so after a few hundred yards he came to a pole sticking up from the ground, perhaps a sign had once been there? It was certainly a pole placed there for a reason, for why else or how else would a pole be sticking straight up from the water? The water way continued on forward but also now veered off to the left and he wondered which way to go. Deciding to not confuse himself so much, he really did want to avoid becoming lost despite having a safe way home, he went on straight as he continued the past he’d started. Maybe the next time he would go left…yes the next time he would go left and see what was that way. Continuing east Chaldene was lazy in his rowing as the current seemed capable of doing a good deal of the work for him.
Taking advantage of the currant, and only keeping himself straight, he was able to take in the scenery. The high water grasses weren’t the only thing there but other plants. Groups of reeds shot up here and there adding to the otherwise boring water grasses and some other plant that had pale pink flowers, he grabbed one in passing and plucked it from its watery home. The plant was set down in the boats bottom as he planned to bring it home with him, on second thought he grabbed some more of the same flowering plants and some reeds as he passed another grouping of them. The plants all wound up in the bottom of the boat as he planned to bring them home for decoration – a reminder of his home. In the distance he could see trees, tall and with thick trunks the greenery of the trees hung down in a layered sort of cascade of pale spring green leaves. Was there ground over there? Or did they spring up from the water? He couldn’t tell as he had no clear path of sight to them, all he saw were the tall trees coming up out of the grasses that he saw all around. Would he ever see dirt or sand on this planet? He did wonder that as he continued on his path, not coming to another path option.
It was after some time that he took out his phone to check the time and noted an hour had passed, no wonder he felt a touch…bored; something he did not think himself possible of feeling here. Rolling his eyes he sighed. “I guess I can get board even on another planet.” A planet that he’d once lived on…in another time and in another life but still he had once lived here. Perhaps it was because the generation he was part of was so into technology and so active that something this simple seemed boring? He could imagine that were he sent back in time, to where technology lacked and so many inventions lacked, that he would be bored as well. This was indeed the same thing he felt and that sudden realization brought with it a feeling of guilt and shame. He shouldn’t feel like this! This was another planet! This was something that should not be and yet it was. Yet he felt it so deeply that he just prayed that he would find something soon – anything! But looking around he didn’t feel much hope in his wish for change.
It wasn’t till another hour had past, give or take a few minutes, that the grasses on both sides parted widely into a big open area of water with structures, lots of them, in the central area. There were docks all over, long ones floating on the waters’ surface. Ramps from the higher walkways where people had once traversed on their way between buildings lead down to the floating docks that waited for the boats which would never come – until now. Pushing at the water with his oars he gently guided the boat into a small birth and set about tying it up so he would have a way back to his starting point, he didn’t care to come back from exploring and finding himself without a way back. Were that to happen it meant he’d need to purchase a boat that he could bring with him, which he might do anyway, and he really wasn’t sure he could carry such a large thing with him; though he’d eventually find out.
With the tiny boat tied up he climbed out carefully and hesitantly put his first foot onto the dock and than the other, as if afraid the wood might give way under his feet and sending him plunging into the murky water below. Finding his weight held up he slowly made his way down the length of the dock and up the ramp to the ‘street’ as he would deep it. The bridges and wooden walkways between the buildings would now be called streets by Chaldene. There really was no other way to think of them. There was no pavement, no black top, or anything modern but people did use these wooden walkways to get form place to place and every building was on one side or the other of these walkways so what else should he consider them? No, these were streets. Shifting his bag a bit he opened it with one hand and started rooting around for his notebook and a pen so he could start writing.
He knew many people would suggest he just enjoy the sights and just look around, explore, but he couldn’t. Chaldene needed to write down what he saw and take it all in! He needed to write it all down as if he might forget something, as impossible as it seemed. Shaking his head, pushing the thoughts aside, he went about tying his bag back up and flipping open his notebook and took to writing as he walked and peeked into the first building, a nice large establishment that was two floors with a thatched roof. The first floor was larger while the second floor smaller, the inside told him that the first floor was some form of place to eat. He had seen places like this before and the tables and chairs, a bar as well, told him this place closest to the docks was a place to eat. Perhaps it was a common thing that places to eat be right where people arriving would have no choice but to pass them? It was a good business idea and made sense.
This sort of place was nothing new to him, well it was and it wasn’t, so for now he passed it up and continued on his way peeking into buildings as he passed them. Most seemed to have been stores of some sort? Some he could tell, dried and long dead herbs, broken glass and empty bottles. There wasn’t any food to be found but there were places to eat. From his bag he did pull out some bread, which he had in a little zip lock bag, and started to nibble on as he continued on his way. How long had it been since someone had walked these streets eating and enjoying themselves? Too long he was sure, he knew it in fact.
As he moved deeper into that he was considering a city he seemed to be moving to where people lived as he saw more two story structures and inside he saw chairs and small tables, small openings in floors that went to the ground. It was when he inspected these holes that he saw the remains of stone and brick work coming up from the water which indicated cooking areas. So he was figuring these were people’s homes and while it felt intrusive and wrong he did explore. Many he found with holes in the roves and falling apart stairs leading up to the second floor. Some however he was able to explore, though carefully, and he found little straw and wooden dolls, ruined clothing and fabrics, as well as ruined and old books that time had eaten up and left little of. But there was enough to tell him that people lived here in these dwellings. What social status they had he didn’t know nor did he care about, why would it matter? He found other little things in various dwellings, as he was calling them in his notebook, from glasses and pots to dead herbs and plants and other little odds and ends that you’d expect to find.
As he continued on his way, moving through various homes, he found himself reaching another area…a central sort of area. The street suddenly dipped down and to stone area jutting out of the water. Round and large there were some broken and cracked rocks, others worn by time and water currant, but there was a large structure of…stone to the left and to the right there was an open area. All around this central space it seemed the risen structures kept a distance, a circle of stilt held up structures surrounded this area thus he deemed it important for some reason. What reason he didn’t know but as he stood there on the stone turning around and looking about he really wished he knew. The open area offered little help but as he drew closer he soon had an answer. In the water, just poking up, as if it had fallen or been pushed off the stones and into the water was an anvil. So a black smiths of sorts? That explained the pits dug into the stone and why it was away from the buildings – fire and heat and wooden buildings would not go well together at all. So this was where things, like the pots people used for cooking, were made. Moving around the stone dais he finally entered into the stone structure, curious about the only stone building he’d seen, and inside he found what looked like the remains of roman baths inside. Pictures done in tiles colored the floors all in worn out tired looking colors. The walls too were decorated but not just in tiles but rather in glass that was reflected – mirrors. So this was a bathing area of sorts…but why right next to a black smiths?
Moving around the large interior, even here there was a central area where the floor sunken down into what appeared to be a very deep and large pool for many people. So group bathing seemed normal, perhaps a social thing?
“Like in Rome…” He said, voice trailing off as he suddenly heard noise – voices. It was at first just voices of children laughing and ladies talking but then transparent, ghost like, he could see people and see what this place had once looked like. It had been brightly colored by the tiles on the floor and walls while mirrors allowed people to see all around them. On the first floor, the ground floor, were small group bathing areas to the left and right but further back, it was close to the opening of the room where people sat scrubbing up with something before getting up and going to join one of the little group pools to soak and chat. The right and left first floor was just a ring that surrounded the area that he was standing on now. Steps from the first floor lead down to this sunken in area that was indeed a large pool. All around him water splashed and moved and yet he felt none of it. He could see the steam rising from it and see children playing, mothers wading through the water after a particularly wild child or moving to join a friend in watching their children play. There were no teenagers or male adults in this large pool; just children and mothers. As he moved away from this area and stepped up to the first floor he moved to the right side and would around the semi circle as he looked at each pool and noted teenagers, adult males, even adult women and the elderly. All were in groups chatting and soaking in steaming pools of water. Not a single child though, they were all down below in the larger pool being wild and well…being children.
Just as the vision had appeared it was gone, first the visual and then the voices faded out till it was deathly silent again and Chaldene was left staring around in wonder. The pools were empty and he was at the very back of the building up on the first floor and looking down to the large, and very empty, pool where he’d just seem children at play. Racking his fingers through his hair he had decided he was done for today. He had not expected to see that – to see a piece of normal and happy life…before it had all ended in some manner unknown to him.
Making his way out of the bath house he headed on his way, planning to leave and make his way back to the meeting hall but stopped then. He really needed to write down what he’d seen before he’d forget it, forget some of the details. He didn’t want to forget anything which he could remember. Running his fingers through his hair he found his way to one of the homes he remembered having no holes in the floor, and a nice table and chair in the main room. Seating himself he stared on writing and soon became lost in the flow of words to paper, pen on paper, as he got his memories out. He didn’t even notice the pitter patter outside of rain now did he notice his own becoming wet until he felt the familiar trickle down his cheek and went to wipe it away. Spell broken, words finished thankfully, he groaned and cursed as he finally noticed the sounds of rain. “********.” The notebook and pen went into his bag and he headed for the door way and stopped dead.
It wasn’t a vision so large as the last but it was another vision. A Child ran by, headed for the shops that were closer to the docks, two others joining him as they ran after him and called out to him. He could see it and hear them and even saw a small gathering of women smiling and shaking their heads at the children’s antics. It only lasted moments and was gone as if it had never been there. Shaking his head he dashed out into the ran and followed the same path the children had taken as he ran toward the long deserted shops and the docks that laid right beyond them.
“I better not wind up sick. I’ll be so screwed if I do.” He would have to explain it to people and he’d have to deal with a cold and he didn’t need that, not when semester started in less than a month. “********!” Cursing again he sped up as he tore down the wooden path, trying to be light but quick on his feet, as he headed for the docks and the little boat waiting for him. He was going to be stuck in the rain for hours! He knew he could teleport home here and now but that would mean the boat was left here and he’d need another way back here, another boat. Did he want to leave this boat here? Did he want to ask Xander for money so he could purchase a boat so he could come here again? If he explained it he would feel obligated to invite Xander and Maia here…and not wanting to invite them bothered him and filled him with guilt which he knew he shouldn’t feel. Why should he feel guilt for not wanting to bring other people here? He still was exploring the place himself.
“Get sick…or get a new boat.” Moving down to the dock he bent down and from his bag he pulled out the one empty water bottle he had, the other was still partially full, and uncapping the empty bottle he pushed it under the water and tipped it so the air could come up and water could fill it. That done, and the bottle full, he capped it and went to grab the plants from the boat and set them onto the dock, the bottle went back into his school bag.
While it seemed, for the moment, that he hadn’t made a decision it became apparent that he had when he took the boat and untied it and hauled it up onto the doc and leaving the plants on the dock he carried the boat up the ramp and into the first inn and left it on the floor. Returning to the dock he took the plants up into his hand and pulled out his senshi phone and focused himself on home. “New boat it is.” He wasn’t about to remain here and get wet and sick. It was just as lightening lit the sky and thunder rolled heavy above that Chaldene vanished and appeared soon back in Destiny City.
“Now to figure out how to get a new boat…” He said trailing off as he powered down and hurried himself home. He needed a warm shower…and a flower vase for the plants in his hand. Then he could talk to Xander and Lily.Word count: 4,383
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 1:52 am
December 1, 2015 Walking across campus Ian was headed to the cafeteria to relax before his next class, a computer programming class, and he was rather looking forward to it. What he wasn’t looking forward to ,or even expecting, was some small group of students, one with a mega phone, who were shouting about racism on campus. He hadn’t been sure what they’d been shouting till he’d gotten closer, and he really wished he hadn’t, as he passed them by he was all set to ignore them till one girl decided to turn on him for some unknown reason.
Why this girl, because with how immature she was acting she was just that – a girl, turned on him he couldn’t even begin to fathom but she had. She was shouting at him about being privileged and how dare he walk right by them acting as if they don’t matter – proof of the racism on campus. That caused the green eyed male to pause and turn to stare at her. He didn’t say anything, just toyed with the backing to one of his lip piercings, as he pondered just what to say…if anything. Why bother talking to stupid people after all, there really was little point in it.
But those words had bothered him, annoyed him, and he really wished he was the sort for violence as he would have surely slapped her just now. He really wanted to just snap at her, to shout at her and play to the feels most people had, but what was the point? He doubted she had the sense to have any feels other than feels for herself and others who she deemed minorities or some such bullshit.
Finally though he found his voice and decided to respond to her, as she had been shouting at him the whole time. Something about the privledged white boy not being able to say anything because his privilege was pointed out, what now, what could he do? He could do a lot, that was what he thought, as he started speaking.
“For your information I may be white, and indeed male, but I’m not just that. Those two things do not define me and I don’t think I have any privileges. I go to school, to the same classes, do the same homework, and study the same as everyone else here on campus – at least I would hope so. I don’t get away with anything here and I haven’t ever.” As she made some come back about having an advantage and not living like some others he found himself laughing – yes laughing. He honestly couldn’t help it when the laughter sprang forth from his lips.
“Oh! Of course I had the advantage of having a drunken alcoholic for a father! But of course you wouldn’t know that, because you don’t care about who you shout at and what lives they may actually have. You just want to feel good about yourself, about your victimhood and being some self titled minority.” Rolling his eyes he shook his head. “Pathetic. Maybe you should watch the drivel you spout at random people before the next privileged white person you spout off at tells you they are a rape victim or something else.” Ok, so he was hoping to guilt her and shove a lesson, of sorts, at her. He was honestly annoyed with her and what he deemed as her idiocy. “Also, for your information I thought gays were a minority. If so than I suppose I fit that or does being white, or perhaps male, negate my sexuality.” Done, and not wanting to give her the ability to continue the talk, he turned and headed off.
“Unlike you I care about my grades, and learning. Perhaps you should worry about your education more.” And with that he headed off for the cafeteria now in desperate need of some time to relax before he went to his next class. He also needed a coffee. Word count: 661
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2015 12:30 am
December 13, 2015 (This is being back dated)It was hard to believe but he had the Jacob’s family home all to himself. It wasn’t like he wanted to go with them, that would be awkward and uncomfortable in so many ways, as they had gone to England where their parents were living. He had learned that they had moved to England not that long ago, over a year ago but still not that long ago really. So he was being left behind, again he really didn’t mind, in the family home while Lily and Xander went off to England for the holidays. He had plans to spend Christmas, and New Years, with his mother as well as plenty of time in general but to be left alone and trusted by them! That spoke volumes as far as he was concerned.
Not only that but not all that long ago they’d helped him attain a small boat that he was able to bring back to his home world, so he could continue to travel and explore his home world. He knew he should have invited them, it would have been polite especially after having been to Maia, but he just didn’t feel…willing to share his home world just yet. He wanted more time to himself there to explore and learn, to see things and piece things together. He hadn’t voiced this to either and at times he wondered if they were bothered by him not inviting them, by the lack of offer, but he thought that if it were the case one or the other, likely Lily, would have said something by now.
Shaking his head to clear it of such thoughts Ian made his way down to the kitchen intent upon making himself something for lunch. He didn’t have them around to help around the place, to keep it clean, so he had to fend for himself which while nothing new to him was something he hadn’t done a lot of here. He did clean, and cook for himself and sometimes them, but while they were gone he would keep the place clean and have to cook every meal for himself, and perhaps a few for his mother to bring to her at the hospital. It was so quite though – too quite. It bothered him a bit and as soon as he had his lunch made he was hurrying back to his room to turn some music on and let it fill his part of the house so there was at least some sound! It felt creepy in a way to be in such a large house, which usually housed several people, and for no one to be around making noise aside from himself, and he tended to be rather quite.
Sitting himself in front of his computer, lunch set on the desk to his right, he pulled up iTunes and picking a song unplugged his headset so the music could film the room as he leaned back in his chair and grabbed his plate of food. Tomorrow he’d go visit Chaldene and today…well today he might at least get some of the things for a proper Christmas. He might be celebrating, and spending the day, with his mother but he did want it to feel like it the holidays while he was here alone and not just the one day, or two days, he spent with his mother. Nope, he would get a tree and get some decorations and other things so he could make it feel like the holidays! That decided he went about finishing his lunch while looking for where there were places that sold Christmas things…like a Christmas store, which was just what he found. Writing down the address, checking their hours, he was pleased with himself as he gulped down his drink and grabbing his dishes puttered on downstairs to dump them in the dishwasher before going to dress himself in warm clothing since he was going out. He had a Christmas to decorate for! Word count: 663
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 7:52 pm
December 28, 2015 (This is being back dated)He’d been alone too long and bored in the Jacob’s family home, he did hope they were all enjoying their time in England. But he was bored and he felt it was time to go visit his home world, it had been too long, so Ian put his computer into sleep mode and grabbing his school bag filled it with essentials. Leaving the Jacob’s house, he took a short walk, to put some distance between himself and the house, before he powered up and pulled out his senshi phone.
The button for home world travel was then pressed as he focused on where he wanted to go; Chaldene. Arriving on his home planet he adjusted the strap to his bag and left the building he’d arrived in, that he always arrived in, and headed down toward the docks where a new boat sat waiting to enter the water and take him wherever he wanted to go. He had managed to get a boat, with help from Lily and her brother, so he could resume his travels and exploration of the Jovian moon called Chaldene. What would people think if they knew a moon looked like this? It certainly wasn’t something science knew or saw, though he did wonder how they didn’t know any of this. He wondered, as he pushed the little boat into the water, if anyone knew how scientists and astronomers didn’t know about the planets and what they really looked like. How was it that no photo had been taken showing what was out there on planets, moons, comets, asteroids and such. There had to be some reason, something magical, but he didn’t know what it was and being the tech person he was – he was curious.
Once the little boat was pushed into the water Ian climbed in and grabbed up the two little paddles and started rowing in the direction he had gone the last time he’d been here, the time it had started to rain and he’d had to leave his boat behind all the way back there. Maybe he could bring it back here with him when he returned? It was an idea, if not now than another time, so he had two boats available to use. It would allow him to bring other people with him and they could follow him along the water ways which made up Chaldene.
The trip took a while, longer than the last time, as he stopped frequently to drink and to just look around. He wasn’t trying to rush and find some place, he knew a place was there to find, so he could take the time to look around and even pick at some of the water growing plants and put them into the bottom of the boat so he could bring them home later.
When he finally did reach the…town, he thought that the most appropriate thing to consider it, he tied up the boat and climbing out he headed off along the wooden walk ways to explore some more. There wasn’t a lot to see, as he’d seen most of it the last time, but it wasn’t such a bad thing really. Reacquainting himself with the buildings and what was inside them, whilst being sure to be careful of holes in floors and such. Exploring for several hours he put his cell phone to good use as he took many pictures and saved them to his phone. Lunch, when he got hungry, was had inside a small home at the remains of a table, as it seemed a good part of it was missing. The store that was in front of the building, as it served as both store and home, seemed to have possibly have been a book store.
This time no memories, no sights or sounds, came to him as he explored the Jovian moon. So when he finally did decide to leave, taking the other boat with him as he decided to use the remains of some curtains as a rope to tie one boat to the other, he wondered if he’d be blessed with some look into the ancient past the next time. Maybe next time he’d travel past here and find another place, maybe take a different route. It didn’t matter if he got lost. He could always teleport right back to Earth, he’d just be a boat short.
Arriving back in the small village, though he considered it more like a port of sorts, he docked and climbing out he hauled one boat than the other out of the water and half carried and half dragged one, than the other, into the arrival building so they would be safe and waiting for him and his next trip here.
Traveling back to Earth was quick and simple as was the walk back to the Jacobs home. But once he arrived he was placing a call for food from a local Italian restaurant – he was hungry! Word count: 827
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2016 12:06 am
April 1 2016 It had been a while, a very long while, since he’d visited his moon but he had honestly been busy. School was not easy plus the holidays, kidnappings of Negaverse agents, then the whole going into Negaspace thing and the injuries he’d suffered there. Yup, the last few months had been busy and he felt bad for neglecting his own moon and not going to visit it – he felt guilt even over it.
He knew it wasn’t much of an excuse, it was flimsy at best, he could have come here even if only for a short while but when was it ever short? When did he not spend hours here in a boat and investigating whatever place the little boat took him? Not to mention he lost track of time when he came up to Chaldene, he got too preoccupied in investigating where he would up and travel took a lot of time up also. This wasn’t the sort of thing which could be rushed and he wouldn’t want to rush it – never. This place was too nice, too relaxing, and too interesting in a mysterious sort of way for him to want to rush it.
It was like seeing an almost fully intact city and you just expected to see people or animals but you saw neither. He imagined it carried an eerie feeling similar to Chernobyl but not quite the same as there wasn’t the rick of radiation nipping at your heels with every step you took. But it had a similar feel as well, he was sure of it, and if the radiation thing wasn’t such a risk and didn’t scare him so bad he’d want to visit there. But having seen more than one documentary on the place and what had happened, and how dangerous it still was, you couldn’t pay the eternal senshi to go there - never. The fact that the place wouldn’t be safe for like thousands of years, that it would be a problem for how many generations…something they had to remember and not forget about was just troubling.
Either way though he was here now and he had brought some things with him. He knew floor boards in some of the buildings were unsafe and he didn’t want to leave them much longer, as it was unsafe and he didn’t want to drop through a hole or have a floorboard suddenly give under his weight. It would take time, he knew it, so he was starting with the little arrival area which he’d long ago taken to considering a midway point – a pit stop of sorts. He’d brought wood and, screws, and other things. He didn’t have enough to do anything and he really had no clue how to repair homes that were built up on stilts but it was a start – gathering the needed resources. He could ask someone…like Xander or Lily. Their father did construction and maybe they could find out from him? Though he supposed it might be an odd thing to ask their father about, after all who built places like this anymore?
“Either way, the floors need replacing. It’s unsafe and the walkways too. I don’t even know if they use nails or what.” He spoke to himself as he racked a hand through his dark hair. Green eyes glanced about the building he’d arrived in, the same room as every previous time, he’d already set down the supplies he’d brought in order to keep them safe here. “First delivery of supplies to rebuild…so many more to go.” He said sighing as he stepped outside and found himself being dripped on as it seemed to be a dreary wet day – lovely.
“Next time..a poncho and rain clothing.” He said slowly, making a mental note about this. It seemed his moon might be a very wet one, maybe a rainy season or something? “I suppose it’s understandable. With all the water and it evaporating it does have to fall at some point.” So having a lot of rain made sense if he thought of it that way. There was a lot of water here after all. “Guess I’m not traveling today.” He didn’t want to be out in the rain, with no cover, for the long time traveling by boat would take him. He didn’t care for getting sick while still being sore as ******** from that last battle. “I’ll stick around here I suppose.” And wander around a bit and just make himself at home – sort of anyway.
“A broom next time might be nice also and a duster.” He’d make a list in his head, and hope he didn’t forget things, as he needed a lot of things to help things here.
With rain dripping onto him and pattering off the water below, and the thatch rooves of the buildings Chaldene let his feet take him from building to building before he settled into one to just enjoy the calm, to reconnect, and at some point eat his lunch. Word count: 835
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 1:45 am
September 1, 2016 (This is being back dated to mid August.)He knew after they invaded the Negaverse that those who followed chaos would retaliate, he knew plenty on the side of order who would were the roles reversed. It was due to this fear, which was justified in his mind, that he had not powered up in months. Eternal he may be but he was not about to tempt the other side by powering up and seeing what may, or may not, happen.
Nothing though and it was perhaps the fact that nothing was happening which kept him from powering up. He knew something had to happen, how could they let such an attack on them go unpunished? As time wore on he continued to fear something would happen, any day - any night. They would lash out suddenly and viciously and do something, and he didn’t want to be caught in it. He had wings on his back but he was still scared of certain things, like death. He didn’t want to fully accept the idea that he might just die, that any night might be his last.
Yet after so many months of doing nothing Ian had snapped. He wanted, no needed, to visit his homeworld. It had been too long and while the hacker was still fearful he peeked out from around his computer screens to see his bedroom door still shut, though he kept it unlocked, and not hearing anything from above him or down the hall he felt comfortable in what he did next.
Grabbing for the henshin pen, which he kept out in the open next to his water bottle, he stood up and headed for the door. He hopefully, if he was correct, would be safe in at least getting up to the first floor of the Jacob’s house without getting jumped by one of the houses other inhabitants. It wasn’t that he disliked anyone in the house, he liked them all just fine, he just knew someone would jump on him once they saw the henshin pen and perhaps even before hand - due to his lack of dedication to being a senshi.
Making his way upstairs was easy, thankfully, now to just get out of the house and out to the street. Looking back over his shoulder, as if someone might manifest from where he’d just come, the dark haired male glanced about and stood still taking the time to listen. Again, he heard nothing so took it as a good sign and headed for the front door. Grabbing his keys on the way he headed outside and took off at a sprint for the gates and out to the street beyond.
Today was, thankfully, a cooler day and it looked like it might rain at some point. “Perfect.” He didn’t like hot summer days, there was no reason to. Yeah, sure, they were good for plants and what not but he really wasn’t a fan of them. He also didn’t like going swimming and he’d had to do a lot of that lately since they’d lost power for several days due to the nasty storm's the city had been hit with. It was just by luck that they’d gotten power restored the day before, as he was getting tired of being outside in the heat. The pool had helped, no doubt about that, but he still hadn’t been pleased by the whole thing.
At least up on Chaldene he could be comfortable and alone, though the lack of technology did annoy him. How he wished he could get internet up there or something - anything!
His hands stuffed into his pockets, his pen held tightly in one of his hands, he made his way down the street. After someone almost walked into him, someone playing pokemon go, Ian finally found a safe place to duck and hide so he could power up.
Once that was done it was a quick and easy process to get up to Chaldene - thankfully.
Arriving in the usual spot, he wondered for a moment if he could ever arrive elsewhere, the winged senshi headed off toward the dock and to the small boat that waited for him. He was glad for the modern boat, one he didn’t need to worry about, but as he got in he let his mind wander. It was at some point that his thoughts, which were of how bad a motor of any size being used on a boat would be, shifted and turned into a vision.
A coat, he was in a boat, made of wood and from the front of the boat he could see a lantern hanging. Swinging back and forth the lantern didn’t have a candle, or lit oil inside of it, a bright wisp of blue light was held within the ornate lantern. It hovered and moved within the glass and lacquered wood confined. A voice floated past his ears, speaking to the wisp, but the words he did not understand. The language was not one he knew but he could hear the fondness held within the voice that spoke from behind him.
He didn’t turn around, even though he wanted to, his focus remained ahead. The wisp within the lantern was not the only one he saw as the boat he was in traveled down the water way. From the corner of his eyes he spotted blue wisps winking in and out of place and drifting about lazily, he heard people and saw people off in the distance. What he would call a moth, but might not be called as such here, fluttered on by his face. It was peaceful, this trip, the memory stirred something within him. He would, if he could, seek to regain this past...to bring his planet back to this.
He heard a splash in the water somewhere nearby and now his gaze moved toward the sound. He saw nothing aside from ripples across the water's dark surface. The light from the lantern, from a drifting by wisp, cast a bright blue light against the dark surface and the rippled that came out like some sort of computer graphic - it was lovely.
It was when he turned back around, to look straight ahead, that the vision cleared and he was back to the here and now. Back to a wisp free night, no sounds in the distance, there were no moths, nothing which could make splashes in the water. It was all dead...it was sad and lonely here. Never mind the fact it was day time right now.
Shivering at the sudden feeling of loneliness he shook his head, toying with the backings to his lip rings. Maybe one day there would be wisps of light here again? He didn’t think he would ever see fish or moths but perhaps the lights that represented his sphere, he could hope anyway. Chaldene doubted that, despite the sudden hope for such.
The trip made it’s half way point when he reached the nearest little town, the one he always went to. Docking and tieing up his little boat he climbed out and made to wander the small town. There wasn’t much to see, he’d seen it all before, and honestly it was...boring. He hated to think that, wished he could travel further and see more...do more but he couldn’t. He was a child raised on technology, who lived for it and loved it, and to not have that here and for no people or animals to be here….it bored him after the visit visit. There was nothing else to see here. The vision was something else, it was a reason to come to Chaldene, but to explore seemed pointless. The lack of technology and also the clear lack of diversity in types of shops and things to be found left him thinking there wasn’t much for exports, wasn’t much for variation in jobs and skill sets.
It was just...out dated and a world he could not live in as he was, not now. He would like to bring it back, yes, to revive his planet but he would want to find a way to bring power here, energy, and other things. He would want to modernize in some ways, nothing which would hurt the environment, but it needed it.
Was every planet like this? Were they all this boring and lacking? He knew if he found another town, or even a city, it would be lots of the same looking houses and the same sorts of businesses. He somehow knew it, had the feeling deep within him, that he would find lots of herb shops, pubs, some metal smiths and boat makers. He would find places for books and that would be the gist of it. He wouldn’t find anything too different, no concert halls, no palace, no hospital, or anything big and noteworthy - he knew it.
It was just so simple. People in ancient times might have had fun here, might have enjoyed it, but that was because it was all they knew. Perhaps the time he lived in spoiled him but he couldn’t really say that, though he supposed if he couldn’t say that he couldn’t call this life boring either. It was all there was - it was modern for the time.
The whole time his thoughts had been going at this topic he had been wandering, wandering, the bridge like roads that made up the small town. He didn’t enter a dwelling or business - he just walked.
“I hate this. I feel bad for thinking like this, but I can’t help it. I don’t want to come here, it’s boring, but the visions are worth it...I want to revive Chaldene but I want to modernize it. It lacks so much, or rather it did?” He said aloud to himself, sometimes it helped to talk aloud in order to organize his thoughts.
“It feels..limiting and lacking. It’s all the same.” Sighing he shook his head. “And I feel guilty for feeling like this.” When he shouldn’t, and he knew he shouldn’t. Damn it!
Cursing he turned on his heel and made for the dock and the tiny boat. His trip, though short, was over. His mood was less than pleasant and he didn’t want to remain here and let it fester and poison him.
The trip back to the little landing town, as he had come to think of it as, was silent as he tried to clear his thoughts completely. When he arrived he pulled the little boat up onto the dock behind himself, he didn’t need it drifting off while he was gone, and without heading back to the building in which he’d arrived he teleported himself back home.
It was time for some loud music...or maybe a nap...he wasn’t sure which. He just needed to work out his emotions right now. Damn it.Word count: 1,811
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