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 Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 7:28 pm
Luxor watched her and knew her well enough to see she was not happy, and he knew why. She had spoken about wanting to have a past before, and he knew that she felt strongly about it. She did not have something like he did, like knights had, and he knew she had suffered a lot. He felt guilty, for bringing her here to bask in all the things she had lost or did not get a chance to have.
He wanted her to be happy. He cared for her so much, seeing even a little bit of sadness in her made him wonder about the hundreds of ways he could be failing her at any given time. He supposed that was because he lo...
Clearing his throat, he shook his head slowly.
"I am not sure," he said, "I guess the memories would mean that. When I went to my friend's wonder, she had a ghost that was speaking to her. She was descended from him, I suppose. That means we knights are different to one another. Some descended, some reincarnated?" He wondered what the other differences were, besides memories and ghosts.
He moved to her, solemnly reaching down and taking her hand, holding it silently for a moment before he shook his head.
"It seems happy, but I don't know what it was about. I can't remember it clearly. But there are more rooms, and there is a dining hall. This was where there was dancing, and talking. There was more." He motioned toward the darker areas, where an archway still remained in the wall. He knew it led into a hall, and from there into a dining area that was vast and used to be packed with people from this civilization, all laughing and eating together. Happy.
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 5:44 pm
"Yeah, some wonders are haunted by ghosts. The knights who aren't reincarnates," Zia rolled her shoulders and tried to mentally gather and take inventory of all the factoids she knew about the ghost that haunted Alfheim.
She couldn't see her, or talk to her. For some reason the universe had decided that was a privilage only Noah had and he used it to fight with her rather than share anything.
"My brother's wonder has a ghost. She mostly just complains about what disappointments we are though," She said with a forced laugh. "So, you know, kind of like any other annoying old relati--"
The joking cam to an abrupt stop when he held her hand. Everything about her did. It was just holding his hand, it shouldn't have meant anything. She was just climbing on his back and grabbing his face invasively a second ago.
But it did mean something. It was a gesture that came from him, and Luxor did not really initiate physical contact, at least not relatively. She kept score, dude. How often they were touching because she was forcing something and how often he reached out.
He reached out now, and so while it was small, it seemed to have an obvious effect. She tried to downplay it, but she still drew in a small breath and held it as heat flushed to her face. Small, outward hints of the cacophony in her skull.
"Yeah, there's definitely more to see," She said, clearing her throat and squeezing her hand around his to tug him along to where he'd gestured. "Do you dance?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 6:09 pm
Luxor moved with her, though he pretended not to notice the way she reacted to him holding her hand. She had done a good job of hiding most of it, but there was some shift, something palpable, in the air and just in her touch. He smiled at her for a brief moment, feeling pretty okay with it, despite how awkward it was, and then he turned his attention back to the area around them.
Just as he thought, the hall went to a large eating area, where most of the large parties were held. There were still long, albeit broken, tables and some sturdy chairs that had survived the abuses of time, but the life in the hall was gone. It had not seen a party, or a person, in ages.
The whole room lit up when they entered it, a large image made up of small glyphs lighting up the ceiling, forming the mark of Pluto. Luxor looked up at it, shaking his head.
"We were celebrating the passing of our leader, and the ascension of the next." He said, without really hearing himself. "They were, anyway. Death was regarded with joy, as much as life."
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 7:26 pm
"Interesting..." Zia murmured, looking around as if she could force the ghosts to appear in front of her. "Cultural... excellent. And you didn't answer my question."
Her random non sequitur from earlier about if he danced. And she hadn't phrased it to imply she meant past life either. It had been a random subject change earlier, but now that he had no answered, it was something she could tease and drill at him with and would not be let go.
She unzipped her hoodie, not needing it to shield her from the cold in Destiny city right this second and let it drop with her messenger bag so she could fish out her notebook she occasionally cross referenced with Aquarius, and from there she proceeded to furiously scribble down a few glyphs with strange urgency.
"I am deeply interested in finding out the chemical composition of whatever's making that glow..." She mumbled, and then spoke a little louder as if she was shifting to address him specifically from... not. "Was Luxor knight their leader? Or some other party?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 11:13 am
Luxor thought that was just something she was saying to fill the awkward silence, and had not realized she wanted him to really answer. He frowned at her, then tried to think about it seriously for a moment.
Yes, he knew how to dance, because he had to learn it for his performances growing up. It was a foundation to build on, and dance had been a large part of his life through his training and development, but it was not something he went out and did with someone else, in a bar or something. He did not dance for fun, just as he did not do most things for fun.
He was a boring sort, but he was sure she knew that already..
"I know how to dance," he decided to say, though it was not a direct answer still. She asked if he danced, and he knew she meant if he liked to dance or wanted to dance. He was not really sure how to answer it beyond the safe, general effort he just made. He watched her for a moment, then looked up at the ceiling again.
"He was their King... or Pharaoh... I think." And judging by how grand this hall was, it seemed that he died with regularity, and the mantel was passed on quite a lot. He wondered why, though he didn't get any memories about that just yet.
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 5:57 pm
While it had originally started out as a random thought ot fill the silence, Luxor's reaction to it seemed to be just enough for her to spur this on into something more, just because.
She had been hunched over her notes, which she rested on her knees as she crouched and transcribing glyphs to it when he frowned at her. She didn't look up, but her mouth spread into a wide grin..
She was going to get you, man. She was absolutely positive.
"But do you dance?" She pestered and looked back up to the glyphs before deciding she had enough of a sample to show off later. She stuff it back into her already overstuffed messenger back and jumped on one of the tables, wobbling a little in her footing before throwing her hands up in the air. "Welcome home, Pharaoh!" She announced with all the playful grandeur she could muster followed by a low bow as if his presence demanded respect and courtesy.
"That is interesting, though. I wonder how their cultures played in to the overall infrastructure of Pluto as a senshi's domain. How isolated do you think they were out here?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 1:05 am
Luxor frowned at her pointedly. My, she was persistent. He was not surprised, of course, but he was running out of ways of avoiding the question, and she was going to start getting mad at him if he stalled further. And he did not want to cross the line between playful annoyance and actual annoyance.
"I can dance. I have danced. I am not in a situation to dance at the moment. I may dance again in the future, but I cannot predict that."
There. That seemed like a complete, encompassing answer. She could be satisfied with that, he hoped, though he knew he was opening a door there that he would have to face eventually. She could drag him out dancing, which would end very much like dragging a statue to the dance floor, but still.
He watched her as she hopped up on the table, hoping it was not more time worn on the inside than it was on the outside, so it could support her and her exuberance. He shook his head and offered her a very small smile, though for him it was a big one, then considered her question.
"I am not sure, really. It seems like they were very close with one another and they had these large gatherings... I think they might have been completely isolated out here."
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 10:47 am
Zia knew she was prodding and prodding and when he gave his hilariously thorough answer all she could do was laugh.
And file it away for later. And it was definitely going to come later.
It had to because when she continued to try to poke at it, even with a flirtatious bent, she was unceremoniously interrupted by her own lack of coordination. "I bet I could make you dance in the futuaA-- AH!"
An attempt to lean forward with her hands on her hips on an already questionable and wobbly structure caused her to slip back and it all came crashing down. There were times when it was notably more convenient to shapeshift to a cat, and this was one of them. But she didn't, she just dropped like a rock.
She was increasingly less free with her cat forms around Luxor for some reason. She wasn't sure when it started being too weird to be her go-to again.
"Perfect!" She shouted as she tried to make herself less of a pathetic heap. And it wasn't sarcastic at all, even though the situation seemed to imply it should've been.
Really she was just excited to find an isolated little piece of culture. Too excited.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 1:29 pm
Luxor watched as Zia was, at one moment, standing up and teasing him, with her hands on her hips, and then she was tumbling and he was moving to catch her. He was not the type of guy to let a lady fall without an effort to stop it, even if that lady had just been teasing him and would likely tease him immediately following.
He missed, but he had tried.
Kneeling next to her, he put one hand lightly on her arm, as if that one touch would tell him if she had injured anything in her body, like some sort of magic xray device connected through touch directly to his brain. It must have been offline at the moment, though, as he simply stared at her blankly for a long time before he lifted his eyebrows.
"Are you alright?" He did not see what was so perfect about falling down.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 5:29 am
Zia was mildly chuckling at her own lack of coordination when sudden physical contact made her freeze.
Luxor's arm on her hand seemed to stop everything as she made eye contact with him in a blank, and even borderline confused expression before it all seemed to break in a flush of red on her cheeks and an embarrassed grin/ "H-heh."
Sometimes physical contact with Luxor made her feel like the physical pressure in her skull was going to splatter gray matter on the walls which was a deceptively emotional and romantic feeling in Zia's range of emotion even if it made exactly zero sense.
And then after she almost fell over in the most undignified swoon ever before regaining some sense of composure and standing up to brush herself off.
"I'm fine! It's really exciting! I'm gonna go see what I can do about those glyphs on the wall, okay?"
And she would probably spend tedious hours doing that and trying not to look directly at him.
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