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 Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 7:08 pm
Squealing at the sudden harsh aura shrouding his body, Christiania felt fear and confusion welling up within her body. Now his tuch was a plague to her body, she realized, when his hand felt like a weight attempting to crush her entire being. What had she done? The abrupt chill he had towards her terrified her beyond many things she had felt. She hated having people dislike her. Perhaps she had done something wrong again? At the sound of his voice scolding her for the pain she ahd felt, Christiania whimpered, tears filling the voids she had for eyes. Her head bowed in an apologizing fashion, her body quivering beneath his touch.
"I-I-I'm...s-sorry!!! Chrissy i-is bad s-s-sometimes...s-she doesn't mean it!"
Her stomach contorted painfully at the jerky motion of her body, forcefully being moved to do his bidding. Due to reaction, she tried to fight him slightly, but he was simply too strong for her to really deal with. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as he stared in that cold mannor, both eyes shut so she would not be able to look at him. As her space was violated, two of her vectors stretched out from her shoulderblades readying themselves to strike. The invisible arms launched themselves towards his chest with the attempt to kill him as quickly as possible. Christiania seemed to realize this, and screamed rather abrutply.
"Noo!!"
The vectors, sensing their master's hurt, retracted slightly, now strategerizing a way to remove him from her body. As if they were large snakes, they slithered through the air until they reached the male. Using an incredibly amount of force, the vectors shoved him backward, launching themselves out slightly to protect at least a circumference of three feet. Christiania was still sobbing quietly, knowing he would probbly dislike her even more. Swallowing a large lump residing in her throat, Chrissy collapsed to the ground, her hands buried into her eyes as she tried to steady her emotions. She loathed crying now. It was a weakness she could never seem to shake. It was sincerely frustrating, but she was still learning of new ways to deal with her feelings. Even with being out of the institute for so long, the diclonius had been through so much it was the only way she knew how. Old habits die hard.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 7:24 pm
Apparently he felt very guilty, not knowing she would react this dramatically. Of course he kept his standing, even against the vectors he had learned to subdue via psychic force. Touching them physically was much too dangerous a risk, she would tell him eventually. Loyal to his lessons, he was sure now to hold them still, while at the same time, giving Ms. Chrissy the space she needed to feel comfortable. Eerie though that she was more sensitive now than he would soon grow to know her.
"You're not bad Ms. Chrissy," he said in a joking manner as he approached her again, with more sincerity than his previous concern for her when she hit the wall. "In fact I think you're perhaps one of the best people this earth has been blessed to birth. You've never done anything wrong so long as I've known you." How easy it was for him to act natural when he wasn't trying to break the ice. Were it this simple when he first arrived, he wouldn't be such a timid little boy in everyone's eyes. At the same time though, the only people he had really talked to were all to be his elders, and paternal relatives. Of course he would always be a baby to them, even if they acknowledged that he was a solid nineteen years old. It just came with the territory.
Using the sleeve of his jacket, he padded her eyes gently to absorb the tears as a shushing noise slipped through his teeth gently, his arms rubbing her shoulders reassuringly.
"I really am sorry, I was just trying to tease you. Please don't be upset. There's nothing wrong with crying..." He wanted to hug her, but if she was too jumpy, those vectors might come at him again, and there were still four more if things got too bad. "Perhaps I should introduce myself," he continued slowly. "My name is Kenta, and I'm KenoTao's son. You're a good friend of his yes?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 8:12 pm
Hearing her name, she looked up. his figure blurred by the tears, but she noticed him gradually mocing toward her. Her body twitched anxiously, yet she could not make her body move. Something about him made her yearn to stay, to learn. He reminded her so much of him that it bothered her. Of course, she knew better than to think the way she wished she could. Shaking her head, it tilted more so, watching him suspiciously.
"Then don't make me feel bad!"
Her tongue was a bit quick at the moment, and the words came about a bit more vehemently than she wanted them to. plus, Chrissy had never spoken to someone so plainly before. However she was frustrated. This man was strange. He was gentle and kind, then hurtful and cold, and now he has returned to such a gentle mannor. It was all very confusing for the diclonius. To her surprise, the vectors did not have much of an affect on him as they would on anyone else. he already knew how to defend himself against the invisible energy. Her head tilted, cheeks flaring as he got close to her again. The touch was warm and kind, befuddling the female further. What was he triyng to pull? Shifting nervously in her spot, Chrissy listened to him, all too familar with the words. It perplexed her, but when he introduced himself, she wasn't totally surprised, yet she didn't want to believe it.
"K-Keno-sama? H-He never m-mentioned..."
She lost herself then, watching him with watery hues. The more she observed, the more she realized how much of Keno he had in him. The tender, knowing care he gave her yet the stern feeling that she didn't have to act the way she did. Kenta had a lot of Keno-sama in him, yet his aura gave off a sort of repulsion toward him. Her baby soft hand, absent-mindedly, reached out, caressing his cheek with her fingertips, scoping him out. Her other hand took his in her own, trailing her nails along the lines on his palm. She appeared so innocent, yet so sure of what she was doing. Christiania had grown, and this was a way of...meeting people.
Taking in a slow, deep breath, she nodded towards his question. Her eyes were still self-conscious and confused, yet there was an air of understanding. She should have known better. No one was able to comfort her like Keno. Perhaps he gained that from his Father. Swallowing again, she tugged her hands, though forced, back into her lap. They yearned to learn more about him, but Chrissy did not wish to make him uncomfortable.
"Kenta-san...it's nice to meet you..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 8:48 pm
Kenta san? Well that was certainly awkward. The only people that ever called him Kenta san were people that didn't know him at all and wanted him to sign up for free credit cards. Seeing as Ms. Chrissy was always the polite type though, and just one step away from a nervous breakdown at the moment, he could overlook this minor transgression as it wasn't offensive anyway.
Helping her to his feet, the silver furred kitsune smiled at her with a look of exuberant youth. Despite his sentiments to his father, this wasn't home...years from now. So of course he understood all too well her confusion at not knowing that he was the son of someone she would feel particularly close to.
"Well he never mentioned it because I'm not born yet. I come from the future, so technically I'm not supposed to exist." He laughed as he moved over to the fridge and withdrew some grape juice. He pointed it at her as though to ask if she wanted any, but wasn't sure if she would catch on, so grabbed a second glass anyway and, placing them on the table, filled both near the brim. If she didn't like it, he would be able to finish it off himself so he wasn't worried about it.
"Anyway the pleasure if mine to meet you. Can I ask you though, have you ever been in love with my father?" It was something he wouldn't ask her in the future, but he figured it couldn't hurt to ask now. Besides as far as he knew there was no dirty laundry that needed to be aired out anyway.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 9:02 pm
"O-Oh.."
Obviously, she was completely lost. The future? How the hell did he get here? She blinked multiple times, taking the glass in a delicate hand and draining the curious substance in one gulp. She cringed at the taste, but found it rather good as the aftertaste kicked in. Chrissy looked at the digital watch on her wrist, sighing softly as she realized time was growing short. Only when he inquired about one of the very few things ever brought up did she snap back from her dismal idea of leaving, staring at him with such intensity it would probably scare her to look at herself.
"Me and Keno?! L-Love..."
She paused, knowing what the answer was. of course she loved Keno, but it had blossomed into a love she knew they could never have. She had accepted it, so why did he have to pain her so by bringing it up. Chrissy turned away, turning away from him completely as she headed for the exit.
"Of c-course I love K-Keno-san. H-He's like my older b-brother. There may have been a time...but I've accepted it. No reason to dwell on it. Keno and I will nver be anything more than friends...and no, we haven't slept together."
The irritation could not be hidden from her voice. Also, she knew why he had to be asking. If he was born in the future, then he was curious to know whether his father had had an affair with someone like herself. A good friend who was beyond innocent. It seemed to perfect an affair. But no, Keno and she had kept it quite safe. Christiania never allowed herself that comfort. jerking her head, she took a last glance at Kenta, and for the first time there was a mature, adult like expression littering her face.
"Keno doesn't love me like that, and neither do I. You'd do well not to inquire about it any further. Goodnight."
With that said, there was a small puff of black smoke which encased her entire body. When it dispersed she had disappeared. She was so upset and frustrated at the memories flooding her mind, that the best thing to do was leave. besides, being around him bothered her. It reminded her why she had fallen for Keno in the first place.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 9:09 pm
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 8:25 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 12:57 pm
There were days when Christiania was on top of the world, and her giddy disposition rarely faltered. However, she did have emotions, just like humans, and they tended to destroy what good mood she may have had depending on the situation. She would normally hide her troubles behind a smile, but it was nice not having to pretend around otehrs for a change. For the time being she needed to relax, having a few drinks on the side as well.
Sighing heavily, it was clear it had not been a good day, and Christiania did not feel like dealing with people. Not only that, but she did not wish to have to learn how to survive any longer. For once it was time that Christiania took a break from lessons on the outside world and just...breathed. She rarely had time to rest anymore, always meeting new people, and running from the institute. Daddy had found out about her living, and has been sending scientists to "deal with her." Astraea was the one who dealt with them, and Chrissy was slightly surprised at how strong she has become since arriving here at Orion. Not to say she hasn't had close calls. Shaking her head, the diclonius rubbed her right temple, trying to calm all the thoughts filtering through her headachey mind.
The fact that the Orion was empty neither surprised or bothered her. Actually her insides were gittery with glee. Silence was something she pined for nowadays. Yawning, she collapsed onto one of the many vacant barstools, burying her face in her arms that crumpled together ontop of the counter. As she lied there, sulking in her own misery, two of her vectors slithered from her shoulderblades and obediently reached into the refrigerator. One pulled out a carton of Orange Juice while the other, now at the cabinet, pulled out a glass. A third, rushing out to assist the tohers, grabbed a bottle of Vodka; each of them retracted, placing the soon-to-be drink infront of her. Chrissy murmured a thank you, absent-mindedly putting together a Screw-Driver. It didn't take long for the diclonius to be sipping on the delicious mixture, both cerulean hues shut as she was finally beginning to feel at peace.
Chrissy never did dress anything less than what she would call casual. To accomidate for the warm sun, she had slipped on a very simple white t-shirt that had eccentric designs along the left of her ribcage, reaching towards her naval though stopping a bit earlier. The colors were all complimenting the other. The shirt was, again, see-through, though Christiania made sure to wear a very light pink bra, blending in slightly with some of the colors. The hem of the shirt dropped past the pockets of her black jeans. The shirt was rather large, but with her breasts being the size they were, it suited her body well. The black pants were the usual tight fit. Clinging to every curve along her long, muscular legs. On her feet were a pair of white chucks. Obviously worn due to the amount of dirt covering them. In her hair were two black bows, hiding the two cream-colored horns that labeled her a diclonius. They were tied into cute bows-each securely fastened around the horn.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 1:15 pm
The afternoon was warm, but pleasant enough for the young man to stroll through. He wasn't in a mad mood, but he seemed overly sober for some reason; his gray sneakers dragged through the fallen brush, fresh snow, and scattered leaves. Every once in a while he'd pass by a root and almost trip over it, but always caught himself immediately and became noticeably more alert. After a few more moments though, he lost interest and the glimmer in his eyes faded to a dull glow, looking every bit like cooled metal. It was a wonder under the circumstances that he hadn't gotten snagged on a branch or a loose thorn of some sort.
As the cobblestone path came into being, he suddenly seemed much more lively as the trees faded and sunshine fell upon his mostly bare shoulders. Again dressed more for battle than for work, the young kitsune was covered with a black tank top a size too small to sling to his torso and chest tightly, accenting every muscular tone vividly. The shirt was tucked neatly into a pair of cottong khaki pants with a cargo pocket on the left side held fast about his waist by a plain, black belt.
After a moment of soaking in the sun's rays, he continued on his way, his body and clothes both vanishing and shrinking as he became a silver furred fox with white tipped paws and black ends on his tail and ears. He actually seemed to be moving a lot faster, making a canine sprint up the stairs and running straight through the doors that opened for him obediently. As his tiny form slipped through, they closed and he stopped dead in his tracks, though he was moving much too silently to be disturbing anyone that might be inside.
Sitting at the bar was Ms. Chrissy again, and he caught a distinct scent of alcohol, diluted though it was with orange juice. He didn't know her to be a heavy drinker though so he was none too concerned, but she certainly was looking too happy about anything at all. Had he really hurt her feelings last night? His aunts had taken to him almost immediately and spoke as though they knew all about him, but Ms. Chrissy seemed so genuinely upset with him. Not disappointed like a surrogate might be with their young, but offended as an adult would be with some random stranger who knew too damn much for his own good.
Deciding not to bother her, the silver fox trotted his way to the bar and rather than getting a glass, summoned a bowl from a cabinet and a carton of whole milk from the fridge. The bowl descended to the floor plain as day, so he wasn't trying to mask his presence in the least, but he wasn't trying to draw attention to himself either. The milk filled the bowl only about half way before returning to the fridge, which closed gently when its contents were returned. Silently, and happily, the young man lapped at the milk with a content purr from his form as though totally oblivious of anything else around.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 1:38 pm
"Yes?"
She cooed, her voice floating gently across the room. She wasn't a fool in the east, and if he thought that then he was indeed wrong. Chrissy had noticed the kistune lingering in his blood, and it doesn't surprise her that he can transform as well. She wasn' the least bit content in seeing the small fox, though absolutely adorable. There was a temptation to cuddle with the small animal, but Christiania resisted, keeping her eyes focused upon the drink infront of her. The alcohol hadn't done much, but she hadn't exactly had that much to drink yet.
"D-Don't think I didn't register y-your kitsune b-blood, Kenta."
There was a colder, much less welcomming attitude overcomming Christiania's being. She really didn't hate Kenta in the least. Why would she? He was simply curious, but the fact that he had even thought he had a right to inquire about her love for Keno was just...absurd. Chrissy assumed he sense the hostility, but he did have some nerve trotting in here like he did as if nothing were wrong. Truely, he was Keno's son. Lifitng a danty finger, she flicked a strand of teal hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She didn't really wish to confront him at all, but all she really desired was to be alone. It seemed that that would be near to impossible now.
Sighing, Chrissy drained the rest of her drink, casting a dismal look at the small fox not to fay away. For some reason, she felt an obligation to act this way. To teach him. This confused the diclonius profusely, causing her to even scratch her skull in a befuddled gesture. Either way, turning, Christiania hurried over to one of the couches, collapsing into the closest piece of furniture available. Her body sunk into the cushy pads, and she smiled softly to herself, snuggling her face into the fabric as if it were a stuffed animal. Now out of the veiw of Kenta, Chrissy already felt her tensed muscles relaxing, becomming one with the couch. Oh it was wonderous how easily it was to relax.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 2:04 pm
An audible and human like sigh escaped the boy; a trait he didn't know too many other kitsune to have. Regardless though he didn't respond to Ms. Chrissy. Not right away anyway. Instead he found his milk much more intriguing and several times more important than whatever it was that was eating at her. He knew that likely she was just sore with him anyway so why rush the matter? Only when he was good and done did he turn his attention back to her, only to realize that she was gone. Shrugging, the young boy focused on the bowl, which rose up of its own accord and deposited itself in the sink.
He then made a light gallop back to the main part of the club, turned right, and walked boldly straight into the lounge. Seeing her look rather relaxed, his head craned to the left and observed her before he circled back and decided he would lie down atop one of the various tables as an alternative. His body curled in upon itself and he placed his head atop his fluffy tail peacefully before speaking in a voice that seemed to transport itself directly to the lounge.
"I do not intend to insult your intelligence," he said to her with a calm voice, not sounding apologetic or all that emotional in the least. It was his position that he would say sorry when she stopped acting so...irrational. He couldn't stand people not thinking clearly and blaming it on feelings, even though he knew it was a valid argument at times. "I know you know who I am and I'm not trying to hide from you. Just wanting to remain discreet since you seem so happy to be by yourself."
The sharpness of his voice was likely to sting just a little, but not to wound. He wanted her to see just how inappropriate her attitude was when he had technically done nothing wrong. Clearly he knew little about women. He figured she'd likely want to say something else so remained silent as he awaited her retort. If she didn't want to talk, fine. If she did, great. Either way, he was rather comfortable at the moment.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 2:20 pm
She listened, and the words echoed through her mind. Though the sting was apparent, it was like her mind and body were completely isolated from the lounge, and it barely made her flinch let alone retort. Rather exhausted with this, Christiania clung tighter to the couch padding, peaking her eyes open just enough to view the rug beneath her. He wasn't near her, and she appreciated that, but he hadn't left. The diclonius sighed, shifting herself just enough to face the wall of couch as if she were staring straight through it and towards the small fox.
"Next time..be a bit m-more...considerate about your questions."
Tears were piling up inside her tear ducts but forced back simultaneously. The chill she had towards him was gradually melting away, and though she hated to admit it, she could rarely stay angry at anyone. In fact, she had never truely gotten...angry. This was one of the few times she had shown any emotion other than crying and pure joy. it was a strange feeling coursing through her veins, but she liked it. The frustration was becomming a nice change. Yawning, Chrissy rested her head against the armrest, a more content expression lingering on her lovely features. They both had space. This was enough for her at the moment. An expulsion of air meant that she had been yawning, indicating her rather lazy disposition at the moment.
"So, how exactly did you get here? I-Into the p-past?"
Melting away, the frustration left a curious young female who had no ideahow time travel was possible. She did remember one time when her Master attempted to teach her a spell of the sort, but she was not powerful enough to have it transpire. he had gotten so frustrated with her then, but Chrissy had not heard of it nor seen it done in years. How could tis boy have been able to complete it when she was still figuring out the spell. The thought made her more eager to learn than ever. However, she did not make any movements toward him, keeping the space she had so clearly desired. Instead, her question stood clear, awaiting an answer.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 2:36 pm
His ears folded back before rising stiffly atop his head. Well as he could tell by her demeanor, which was again a bit more timid than he might desire in any woman, she was coming back to her senses. Good. He didn't enjoy being irritated on such lazy days and a high blood pressure was never fun. His father gave him enough of that for anyone else to be added to the mix. With a sigh, again located in the lounge, he spoke up to her again.
"Well I'm sorry," he said cautiously, pausing so that she could register the sincerity. "I don't know you to be so easily angered. In fact you're quite playful." Truth be told, she was the one he picked on. Whenever he wanted to send someone into a panic, it was always her. It wasn't that his aunts were any less fun, but they didn't seem to show the same level of shock as she did. Her reactions had entertained him so much that he couldn't help but to pretend he had gotten electrocuted, or lost a finger, or was about to be killed by some random beast. Of course as he would get older, he would let off on such behavior, but his aunts and mother got on him for picking on her so much as a child.
"I got here with a machine," he answered her next question. Then thinking about it more he decided to follow up with. "I was just told which buttons to push, so I have no idea how it exactly does whatever it does...I'm sorry." This time he himself sounded timid, as he did the first few days whenever someone would make him feel dangerously uncomfortable. He hated not being able to fully satisfy people, even when it was just their curiosity.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 2:52 pm
"It's alright. Forget about it...."
Pausing, his words caused her head to shoot over the top of the couch, staring at him with those love,y large eyes. She seemed rather intrigued at his last comment about her. He knew her? Playful? Blinking, her head innocently tilted off too thr right, watching him with her usual cheery befuddlement. So, she was around in the future. it made her relax a little knowing the institute wasn't going to be able to finish her off for some time. Chuckling contently to herself, Christiania shrugged her shoulders slightly thinking about the idea of her being playful.
"I-I guess I am...Keno-san did l-like to mention t-that. H-He said it was a g-good thing."
Looking back on it, perhaps he was right. These people did need a good cheering up every so often, and they did often come to her expecting something extravagently adorabl to happen. Not that she ever minded, but it was difficult for her to understand. At the institute, they never allowed playtime really. it was always experimenting. She assumed that everyone needs a bit of happiness in their life. The diclonius giggled, a smile taking over what used to be a very grim expression. The smile still lingering, she leaned far over the couch, half of her body hanging limply over the edge of the couch, while her legs made sure to steady her body. Another softer giggle erupted from the petite young lady, listening to Kenta as he spoke of the machine. Chrissy looked up then.
"M-Machine? B-But master said h-his s-spell was the only k-known w-way to..."
She immeadiately noticed his disappointment, but all she did was smile as reassuringly and cutely as possible, trying desperately to cheer him up.
"N-No! D-Don't worry! I-I w-was just w-wondering!!"
It came out a bit louder than she had first intended, but it still contained the sweet concern she had for most everyone. For her, it was nice not having to worry anymore about things that were in the future. Chrissy enjoyed not having to worry about her life being destroyed or even corrupted by the institute or anyone who would love to hurt her. Of course, Christiania had never remember actually upsetting someone she had met, but no one could rule out that possibility.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 3:12 pm
He said nothing upon the mention of his father. Regardless of what KenoTao said, Kenta's opinion of Ms. Chrissy was based on his own personal experience with her. It didn't matter too much if his father thought she was playful, dangerous, stupid, intelligent, trustworthy, or anything else. Kenta would judge those he spoke with taking only the opinions of those he already trusted into account. That was no reason to act bitter right now though; no one was forcing him to talk about his father.
"You really should work on being more confident in yourself. I was always trained to have faith in myself when I was trained to fight. That habit of yours to remain so humble and self conscious isn't safe for someone on the run." He didn't mean to sound rude, but despite it all, this woman was different than the person he would grow up to know. Though she looked pretty much the same, smelled the same, and sounded the same, she wasn't speaking nearly as clear as she would. Whether she had gotten to that stage in her life or not wasn't an issue for him.
Deciding to change the subject, as she had dismissed time travel anyway, he thought to himself for a moment, his vulpine form yawning lazily before rising against its will to its feet. Hopping off of the table, he made his way back to the lounge and approached Ms. Chrissy until his nose practically touched hers. Then he licked it as his eyes closed and his mouth opened, his entire miniscule form shaking as he laughed audibly.
"Well at least you're the pleasant one. Between you and Ms. Astraea, you will be my favorite." Saying so he calmed down before pouncing upon Ms. Chrissy, landing lightly on her hip, half tilted to keep her balance. He was sure to shift most of his weight onto the couch side of her body to keep her from falling, which would actually be funny.
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