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 Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 9:15 am
Regular
Title: I Make My Own Way
Characters: Ashur, Themiscyra
Status: Complete
Summary: Ashur meets Themiscyra for the first time! After she helps him out of a semi-sticky situation, the two hit it off in conversation and talk knight-business. He even gets her number -- score! Sparring plans are made, civilian names exchanged, etc. Basically a pleasant run-in.
Word Count: 7981
Link: [click]
Notes: --
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 12:10 am
Solo
Title: Thoughts 'til Morning
Characters: Ashur
Status: Complete
Summary: Ashur has some funny thoughts while "patrolling" one night. He winds up falling asleep in the park...not too responsible.
Word Count: 1037
Notes: Solos x2
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It’d probably been a full twenty minutes since he’d last moved. He was just sort of...lying there. Not patrolling. Not doing his job. Not even really thinking, and barely blinking.
Something was bugging him.
Which wasn’t exactly anything weird considering his mental state about being a knight and all things associated with such business, but the feeling that something was ridiculously off had been particularly amplified in the past few days. At the very least, it’d slowly started to come to the forefront of his mind more often ever since he ran into her and she’d shared all the information about what being knight entailed.
Or as much as she could, anyway, considering she was also a Page. Apparently she knew plenty more than him despite being the same rank. Not that he was particularly ungrateful, mind -- it was quite the opposite, in fact, since he was loads grateful for her time and willingness to help clueless him out -- but if she just hadn’t said anything at all then he probably wouldn’t be worrying even more. Rather, if he just hadn’t asked in the first place, he probably wouldn’t be having these feelings. But there he was, staring at the sky with no particular focus on any given star or constellation. He was just lying down, his back flattening what bit of grass he was occupying in the empty park nearby his apartment, with his gaze cast upward. Quiet. Distant. Contemplating...or on the verge of. He wasn’t quite there yet.
Ashur had been going through their conversation -- jokes and all, since there’d been plenty of those that littered what should have been a rather serious discussion -- as best he could, trying to recall exactly what had been said. The young Page was desperate to find the solution to his little problem, and he’d finally resorted to going back to the encounter and through what they’d talked about in hopes of maybe finding what his brain was trying to make him remember. Nothing else had happened to him, knight-wise, so he essentially had nothing else to blame.
”’...when I went to my city...’,” the seemingly jedi-clad Page said in almost a whisper, sighing as his eyes narrowed and brows furrowed to a thoughtful, almost frustrated expression. They were called Wonders, apparently. When he looked his up, it turned out Ashur was an old city in the desert somewhere in the Middle-East, about which there weren’t that many details on Wikipedia. He couldn’t be bothered to go to the library to do any more research than that despite his curiosity, deciding instead that he wouldn’t learn much if his mind wasn’t in the mood to do any serious processing. At the time that he’d looked it up it certainly hadn’t been -- partly because of the hour and partly because of a rather unpleasant message he’d received on his voicemail once he’d gotten home -- which is why not much besides a vague description of the city stuck to him. ”’...when I went to my city...’,” he repeated, and something sort of clicked.
Sort of.
There were signs more of determination than anything else now evident in his curiously blue eyes as Ash tried to run with that very line that Themiscyra had said so casually. She’d found a ring in her city when she visited, which they had conveniently started talking about a bit later into their conversation. There was a sliver of the answer to his current problem now in his sights, though he still had to piece a few things together.
”’...not really my home...’,” he probed his mind further, trying to recall as much of what she’d said about wonders as much as he could. ”’...going there...’,” and he paused briefly, considering.
”Going there?” the Page questioned quietly, his eyes still narrowed. It was a curious thing to think about, visiting Uranus. When he was younger he always thought that only astronauts were able to visit any locations in space, and even then they were sorely limited to planets that were closer to Earth. He, on the other hand, had the option of visiting Uranus. Apparently he could even walk around on it when he got there. Science, of course, said otherwise. The study, along with most normal logic, just didn’t seem to apply to his nighttime occupation. One that he hadn’t signed up for, but that was just an afterthought. Whatever he might say to anyone else, however else anyone took his complaints and current frustrations with his situation, Ashur thought that being a knight was one of the best things to happen to him.
It was new, it was interesting, and it somehow felt as though he’d been given an actual purpose. Even if he didn't know what kind of purpose he'd be serving as a knight, or even if that last one wasn't true, though, it definitely added something to his life however he looked at it.
”Yeah, that’s definitely what she said: ‘going there’.” Ash started to sit up, grass rustling with the motion, though once he was sitting upright he decided to lean back and prop himself up on his hands again. ”Obviously there’s a way to get there,” he began to muse aloud. Thus far most of his thoughts had been kept within the confines of mind, though considering his limited success with doing just that he thought that perhaps musing out loud might help. A minute passed and, when nothing really came to him, his mouth fell into a lopsided frown.
”Perfect.” The Page snorted and lay back down, the grass once again rustling and flattening beneath his weight. ”I’ll just go ahead and walk into NASA and ask for their sturdiest rocket to blast me to Uranus. That’ll work.”
He left the comment up in the air and sighed again. He was onto something, he guessed, so he tried to ease back into that train of thought, contented with the quiet and relative peacefulness all around him. There was more to what she’d said that night, he just had to remember. So Ashur passed the night in thought and, before he realized it, he eventually fell asleep.
In the park. In public. Dressed as a Jedi Knight.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 10:25 am
Solo
Title: Displaced Frustrations
Characters: Dominic/Ashur
Status: Complete
Summary: Dominic father pays him a rather unpleasant visit, and later that night Ashur goes to town on a tree without regard to himself.
Word Count: 2267
Notes: Solo x4
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”We need to talk. Next Friday, the café by your apartment, 3:00PM. Don’t be late.”
That was the message that he’d gotten one night after he’d come home from a patrol, incidentally around the same time all his frustrations with his knight life (no pun intended) had come to a peak. Dominic had been doing his best to put it out of his mind -- he had absolutely no intention to go -- but a phone call from his mother had urged him otherwise.
“You can’t avoid him forever,” was what she had said. The man was his name’s sake, so even if he wanted to there was no way the raven-haired teen could avoid him, period. He sure as hell was trying his best, though, and he’d been golden up until that message arrived.
So there he sat, staring blankly down at his cup of coffee, which had cooled considerably since its arrival about twenty minutes earlier. He’d gotten there at 2:30PM, knowing full well how that man would react if he actually showed up late. Dom didn’t need the extra hassle of another lecture concerning his punctuality -- or lack thereof -- so he arrived early to save both of them the trouble. Since taking his seat and settling into a quiet little corner booth in the quaint café -- and one he was actually a regular at because of its proximity to his home -- Dominic had been trying to think of the first thing he could say to the man.
They hadn’t spoken in the past three years, after all. What was there to say that hadn’t already been said before he was kicked out of his home in LA? What hadn’t he already said that he wanted to say now? In the three years, nothing between them had changed at all. Their relationship had neither improved nor worsened; they were at a standstill, a stalemate of sorts. Maybe the old man had decided it was about time they break it.
The thought made Dominic snort, and as he lifted his cup to take a sip of his cold coffee he caught sight of a familiar looking man crossing the street and making his way towards the doors of the café. The coat, the suit, the hair, the glasses...nothing had changed, except that maybe he looked a little bit older. Doing his best to crush any rising emotions the teen lowered his cup and cleared his throat. This was it, he guessed, so with a shrug of his shoulders he got to his feet just as a little ding-a-ling sounded the entrance of a possible customer.
Dominic Josiah Styles, Sr.
The man who kicked him out, the man who made his life a living hell when he was younger, the man who was determined to squash everything that mattered in Dom’s life into nothingness in order to take free reign over it.
In short, his father.
Two pairs of blue eyes met briefly before Senior began to approach, clearing the distance between them in a few strides. Much to Dominic’s surprise, however, there were no signs of animosity or resentment in the aging man’s face. Nor were there signs of warmth or familiarity, but it was certainly different. Soon the teen was faced with Senior’s extended hand.
“And how long has it been, Junior?” the businessman asked, his tone steady and practiced.
”Not long enough,” the teen replied with a scoff, foregoing the handshake and sitting right back down, naturally squinted eyes a bit narrower. His trust was never something he’d deemed his father worthy of having, and politeness and formalities were another thing he didn’t pay much attention to whenever the subject of his father came up.
The older man, whose dark hair was already beginning to show signs of graying, only chuckled and, after removing his coat, settled into the seat across from his son. “I’m glad to see you’ve learned a little something about being timely,” Senior started, then with a brief twitch of his lips in relative distaste he added, “though your manners haven’t improved much,” before seemingly dropping the subject entirely.
Dominic only snorted. No big, he was fine with that. ”What do you want?” he muttered, deciding to go back to his coffee. It was a lot easier on the eyes than his old man’s face, anyway.
“To talk,” came a smooth answer from the man across from him. The teen quirked a brow but didn’t respond, silently waiting for the man to continue. Which he did. “About your future, now that you’ve graduated from high school.”
Dom froze at that, his face devoid of any sort of expression except disinterest, though in his head there was already a little storm brewing. He knew he needed to keep it together, though, if for anything but to save face in public. So he did his best to keep quiet, waiting again for the man to keep going. There had to be more, he knew; it never stopped with just that much whenever it came to Senior.
And he was right.
“I’ve spoken with your teachers from Hillworth and, although your record is far,” and the word was quite obviously enunciated to drive home that, in Senior’s eyes, Dominic still had a long way to go. “From spotless, your grades were relatively decent and they deemed you somewhat...less volatile than when you first arrived at their doorstep.”
His eyebrow twitched at the condescending tone that was just oozing out of his father’s voice. It was probably good that his eyes were on the coffee in front of him, else he might have had a very, very strong urge to punch the man right in the face to wipe the disappointed look off of it. Again, it took everything the teen had in him to keep from making so much as a sound.
To no surprise, Senior kept on going. The man, for as long as Dominic had known him (which only counted for about 6 of his 18 years of living), never seemed to have enough to say when it came to trying to run Dom’s life.
“And so, after a bit of thought I believe it’s time you move back to LA and take up business, as was originally planned before your little…” another distasteful twitch of his lips made Senior pause for a second, as though a sour memory just came to mind. “Excursion to the East Coast. Of course your room is as it was before you left, with all of your...junk...still lying around exactly as you left it, per your mother’s request. I’ve already made all the arrangements, and you can start during the Summer sem--”
”No…”
Dominic’s voice was shaky and quiet, but as full of defiance as it had been when he committed the first of what was soon to be an endless string of offenses against his father. The teen looked up from his coffee finally, that same defiant expression etched into his features meeting with the calm exterior of his father’s.
“What?” It was a calm, even tone, but still somehow Dominic felt a very familiar, very unwanted weight suddenly fall on his shoulders. It was one that he managed to set aside for the past three years -- no contact, no communication with the old man at all -- but now that weight was back and pressing down on him yet again. The raven-haired teen had been unable to deal with that same pressure back when he was 15, and although he was now 3 years older it didn’t seem as though that fact had changed at all. There was just...something...about Senior’s voice. The authority that came with it. It was like a threat that didn’t need words in order to express its gravity. It was a voice he'd yet to forget since leaving his father's house.
”I said no,” the teen repeated, a bit louder now. He held his father’s gaze, seeing in the paler pair of cerulean blues the anger, the disappointment, the frustration, the coldness that he knew was always there whenever they were looking at him. ”I don’t need to go back to LA. I’m fine where I am. I’ll go to DCU and find my own major; I told you way back before you kicked me out that I wasn’t interested in business--”
He was silenced by a loud slam against the table.
It drew the attention of the other customers as well as the staff in the establishment, but the quiet that followed had them lose interest and turn back to their own business. It was only after this that Senior started speaking again, his tone absolutely venomous.
“I said," he spat, "that you’ll be going back. It isn’t a decision that an ignorant little child gets a say in, am I understood?”
A minute passed, then two; Senior seemed to take Dominic’s silence as a quiet submission, and his lips curled into a small, almost nasty sort of smile. “Good. I expect you to be packed and ready by the end of the week.” Dom, in the meantime, cast his gaze downward. He stayed silent, unsure of how to respond. There was no way in hell he was going, that was for damn sure, but he couldn’t do anything in public. Not here, where people knew him; not here, where people could butt into his business once his father left. So he opted to stay silent and wait, perhaps bide his time.
He wasn’t getting on that plane either way, so it didn’t matter whether he stayed silent or got into a screaming match with his old man right then anyway.
"Quite frankly, you've wasted enough of my time and money, Junior, and I'm getting a bit tired of this. I'll be in town for the remainder of the week, attending to business. I'll have my secretary call you with the flight details." With that, Senior got up, pulled on his coat and left the building after dropping a $100 bill, probably to pay for the meal and the trouble that he may have caused.
Dom stared at it quietly before getting up himself, suddenly without an appetite despite the food that had just been set in front of him.
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That night saw a very, very, very out of sorts Ashur, Page of Uranus. The relatively new Page, who at present could only see in black and white, was in quite the sour mood. Dominic had originally not planned on going out that night, wanting instead to use his time to be a bit more productive with his latest alarm-improvement project, but as he was in such a piss-sour mood he just didn’t have it in him to concentrate in his apartment.
And it wasn’t even the fact that his father had visited him that was bothering him so much. His frustrations stemmed from the fact that, even after 3 years, just a small outburst and the sound of his voice had gotten him all frozen up and unable to stand up to him. Again. He was supposed to be free from anything that had to do with his dad. His mom promised that the old man had been distracted with his numerous business ventures and grooming his younger brother, Jean, to be the son that he could never be.
The Page reached his breaking point after about an hour’s worth of walking and repeating the events of that afternoon over and over again in his head.
”Aaaaauuuugggghhhh!” he screamed suddenly (and, unintentionally, in a rather Charlie Brown fashion), giving a kick at the nearby tree and ignoring the sensation that suddenly shot up his leg. Instead of pain, like an onlooker would have expected to see considering the strength that he'd put into the kick, his brain chemistry was so off-kilter that it actually registered relief, and so the teen began expending much of his energy kicking and punching his frustrations into the poor, defenseless tree in the park. Whatever words or sounds that spilled out of his mouth were of the unintelligible variety, and even if one listened carefully enough to decipher a word or two they'd find they were simply jotting down a list of none-too-pleasant names and profanities.
He didn’t realize that he managed to catch something's attention, and by the time he noticed that a youma was staring at his back his hands were already bleeding and sore, and there were numerous stains on his pants reflecting similar injuries on his legs. Nothing was registering though; he didn’t feel at all numb or in pain. He turned, normally calm and playful blue eyes full of nothing but frustration, and smiled rather maliciously at the youma that was staring him down.
”Oh, perfect timing,” he said, turning his attention away from the tree’s now damaged and beaten-on trunk and to his newly acquired target. He didn’t even think about how he was at a complete disadvantage without backup or a proper weapon; he wasn’t even a trained fighter, but none of that mattered now. What mattered was he needed to beat the snot out of this snarling youma, and if it cost him every last bit of his energy he’d get all of his pent up frustrations out on this thing.
At least it was a productive sort of activity, in a way. Ashur stared at the youma, and it bared a set of large fangs and gave a low growl, to which the Uranus Page only smirked.
”Bring it on, you little s**t. I needed the distraction anyway.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 2:10 pm
Battle
Title: All's Fair with War
Characters: Ashur, Themiscyra, Jarosite
Status: Incomplete
Summary: --
Word Count: --
Link: [click]
Notes: --
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 10:05 pm
Regular
Title: Slice of Pie?
Characters: Dominic, Cerise
Status: Complete
Summary: Dominic meets Cherry for the first time! He ducks into Slave to the Grind, lamenting his recent loss of a job. Cherry helps to cheer him up a bit, but the pie also did some good. A lot of good, actually.
Word Count: 1857
Link: [click]
Notes: --
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 9:55 pm
Regular
Title: Yoink!
Characters: Dominic, Ash
Status: Complete
Summary: Dominic meets Ash for the first time! After a curious cat tries to steal his nearly-brand-new phone, Dom gives chase and, perhaps by some touch of serendipitous, learns a bit about the feline race that allies themselves with the senshi.
Word Count: 2096
Link: [click]
Notes: --
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 9:55 pm
Wonder
Title: A Place of Calming
Characters: Ashur
Status: Complete
Summary: Ashur visits his wonder for the first time! He finds a good bit of peace in being there, though his visit is relatively short and, more or less, uneventful.
Word Count: 1193
Link: [click]
Notes: Solo x2
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 10:25 am
Regular
Title: Without Even Knowing It
Characters: Dominic, Danika
Status: Incomplete
Summary: --
Word Count: --
Link: [click]
Notes: --
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 8:10 am
Regular
Title: Skating is Like Riding a Bike... Right?
Characters: Dominic, Hannah
Status: Complete
Summary: Dominic meets Hannah again after 2 years without seeing her! The two catch up a little over a skating lesson at the local rink, then head to a local café where the two of them can go over how to solve a Rubik's cube.
Word Count: 2952
Link: [click]
Notes: --
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 8:15 am
Battle
Title: Confuuuuusion
Characters: Ashur, Celemorrow
Status: Incomplete
Summary: --
Word Count: --
Link: [click]
Notes: --
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 12:45 am
Regular
Title: Coldest Building Site Ever
Characters: Dominic, Quinn
Status: Complete
Summary: Dominic meets Quinn for the first time! In the middle of winter with just a t-shirt and jeans on, but he still decided to help Quinn out with making an ice sculpture. It was a moderate success, too, especially since he got warm drinks and soup for his trouble. Score!
Word Count: 1903
Link: [click]
Notes: --
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 12:50 am
Regular
Title: Early Morning Jog
Characters: Dominic, Talia
Status: Complete
Summary: Dominic meets up with Talia for a jog! Unfortunately for Dominic, he has to keep up with the sporty Talia Chu without any sleep the previous night. Well, at least a lunch date is planned in the process.
Word Count: 2245
Link: [click]
Notes: --
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 7:40 pm
Regular
Title: Gotta Catch 'Em All
Characters: Ashur, Alfheim, Zia
Status: Incomplete
Summary: Ashur meets Alfheim and Zia for the first time! Ultimately a simple encounter; a bit of chatting, some answering of questions, the works.
Word Count: --
Link: [click]
Notes: Handwaved completion.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 7:45 pm
Regular
Title: Relative Enmity
Characters: Ashur, Galena
Status: Complete
Summary: Ashur meets Galena for the first time! Despite his chucking a crushed can at her out of caution, the two share a brief and relatively insightful, conversation about their respective factions. Ashur, for one, learned quite a bit about "the enemy" on this little run-in.
Word Count: 2230
Link: [click]
Notes: --
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 1:55 am
Solo
Title: Namesake
Characters: Dominic/Ashur
Status: Complete
Summary: Dominic's father pays him yet another visit, and it ends...much the same way as last time with another poor tree being the victim of another assault.
Word Count: 792
Notes: Solo x1
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There was barely anything, inanimate or otherwise, on the planet that could get Dominic out of bed before sunrise on a Saturday. Willingly, anyway. Sure, he’d get up for things that he felt vaguely responsible for -- mostly projects that he’d been lagging behind -- but on a normal Saturday the guy was just knocked out until noon, if not past noon. Today, however, he was up because of a pounding on his front door. Groggily, the nineteen year-old got himself lazily out of bed, his eyes still closed as he expertly navigated his way through the apartment.
What met him as he opened the door got his eyes to snap open right then, better than even an electric shock could do.
“You little--!”
And he felt the back of his father’s hand make contact, hard, against his cheek. Not an unfamiliar feeling, but one that he hadn’t felt since he left the man’s household nearly four years ago. It took Dom by surprise, of course, and when he finally realized what happened he took a step back and opened the door wider, lifting his gaze only just so to meet his father’s. There was no warmth. No familiarity. No love. Dom didn’t even give him a look that resembled any kind of respect. Between them was anger, misunderstanding...a lifetime’s worth of loathing and disgust. Likely more.
”The ******** do you want this time?”
The teen didn’t even hold his tongue anymore, and he more or less spat out the question. Senior was, by then, already visibly seething, and so he lifted his hand and struck Dominic once more across the cheek. Whatever anger that had set into his aging features, however, was gone as soon as Dom recovered from the second hit, and their eyes met again. Both had few words to convey to the other, though Senior was the first to break the quiet by clearing his throat.
“I made myself clear the last time, Junior.” Senior made a face as though he'd just eaten something unpleasant, an obvious look of distaste crossing his face, when he said the name. “It’s absolutely ridiculous that someone named for me would go to such great lengths to humiliate me,” he said with a curled lip; then, as though it were just an afterthought, the man simply gave a wave of his hand and moved on with whatever he was going to say.
“Now, I'll say this again. Get on the plane leaving for LA this afternoon, or else the next time you see me in this apartment, it’ll be the last day you spend in it.”
Dominic was, yet again, frozen where he stood. He didn’t move, he didn’t blink, he barely breathed. The teen was waiting, as he always did whenever his father was involved, and using the time to calm himself down. He’d lost it a second ago, which caused that second hit, so now he was doing his best to stay composed. It...well, wasn’t working all that well, but he was managing somehow. Dom’s eyes were downcast, and he half-expected Senior to keep on going but he didn’t. Soon enough, though, his father’s footsteps could he heard disappearing back down hallway through which he’d come, and as soon as he was gone the teen breathed in deep and slowly closed the door…
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The stress had pent up all day, so to say that the poor tree that Ashur had targeted that night was screwed would probably be an understatement. Bits of bark had already dug itself into his knuckles as the Page basically took to it like a punching bag, wailing away at it for a good fifteen or so minutes until his hands were completely numb and looked like little more than bloody stumps. It probably wouldn’t be a good thing for his projects--he needed a good amount of dexterity and fine motor skills, after all--but he felt he had little choice. Or at least none that gave him the same kind of release as beating on something and inflicting a good deal of physical pain on himself to beat out whatever emotional pain he’d deny ever having.
At the moment, it was how he was dealing...and it was working, so why change it?
Ashur, wrung out from a day of doing absolutely nothing except focusing on all the problems and frustrations that he avoided as often as humanly possible, both as a civilian as well as a knight, finally collapsed into a small heap beside the trunk of the tree that had bits of his skin and flecks of his blood on it. More than flecks, really, but that didn’t matter. Not much did as of late, he thought, then scoffed at the realization.
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