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 Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 12:27 am
Mont Blonc wasn't thinking a thing about movies. He was thinking nothing but how relieved he was to see Ploutonion, how glad he was to see him in one piece and looking healthy and still being him, because he knew some people forgot, some people lost themselves. But Ploutonion knew him, and he even said Mont Blonc had nothing to apologize for, even if he knew that wasn't true, it was - "I couldn't help you, " the page choked, half-sobbing, clutching one of his friend's hands in response, blinking away the heat in his eyes because it just wasn't his place to cry. "But you're here now, you're here, are you okay? Have you been okay? - when we get off this train, when we leave, please, please - "
They could make this right. They could fix this. "There's more of us now, we're making a team, a team for people like us - Aegir, Methone, they're - they've missed you so much, Ploutonion, they've - they'll be so happy to see you - !"
His ramblings suddenly ceased when the lieutenant called attention to himself, and Mont Blonc's eyes widened - then narrowed, shifting, putting himself bodily between the officer and Ploutonion. They were the ones that had taken Ploutonion in the first place, people like him - god help him, he might be useless, but they weren't getting him back. Not this time. "Stay away from him, " and really, it was about as forceful as Mont Blonc would ever be.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 12:53 am
Ashanite was seriously considering a dramatic embrace, but well, there was doing it and then there was overdoing it.
"No, Mont Blonc, it's not - no one could have helped me," he said, and he was shaking his head desperately. "No one can help me now, if I leave they'll drag me back or kill me." His voice was desperate but also resigned, and frankly he felt he was putting on the single best performance of his life. "I don't want to put you all in danger, not again, not for me."
He glanced back at Devilline as if the question had startled him back to reality. And bless Mont Blonc, obviously his desire to protect was real, because now he was bodily between the two of them. "Mont Blonc, no, don't," he pleaded. "Please!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 1:40 pm
Devilline blinked, his gaze still bouncing between the two. Then Mont Blonc was in his face telling him to stay away from Ploutonion. "I don't even know who that is!" The brunette scowled. Who the hell was this punk to give him orders. "Though seriously? What the ******** do you expect me to do on a crowded as ******** train." He asked. "With a bottle of ******** lotion no less." Devilline brandished the so called weapon. "So unless you've got some dry skin or you want to put a different spin on my earlier statement. There's not much I can do."Noir Songbird Get it? Get it? Cause Devilline said '******** lotion. frayedflower He's terrible. And I totally just didnt botch my quotes. Nope
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 2:50 pm
"That's not true!" Mont Blonc shook his head desperately, he couldn't have been more wrong. "Ploutonion, we could keep you safe, I - I promise! We're stronger now than we were then, we'd be ready, we'd - we wouldn't let them take you again, " and he was talking big, but really, who was he to promise anything when he'd been so helpless to help Ploutonion in the first place? What place was it of him to talk when he had nothing to back up his word but his own honesty?
Even here, facing this other lieutenant - what was Mont Blonc actually going to do? Here on this crowded train, the officer was right, with negaverse officers all around and no magic to his name, with a proven track record of disasters and shortcomings when it came to any kind of fight for anyone else's sake -
All these people on the train, in danger.
Ploutonion, the Saturn page who they'd all failed.
No way out. No way around it.
His breath felt tight in his chest, and it ached as he clutched desperately to his pen, the saddest excuse of a weapon.
Methone. Aegir.
He wished for them both desperately, more desperately than ever as the gravity of the situation he'd put himself in began to weigh on him, making his shoulders slump and curl as though they carried too much weight. He wished desperately for an ounce of their strength. Or even just an ounce of - if he could have the sturdiness, the oppressiveness, the daunting nature of --
Mont Blonc, please - please help me.
He hardly even noticed the change, just knew that there had been one - his lips parted and then closed, head swimming as he stood tall before the lieutenant. "I - I can do something, " and the words tasted foreign on his tongue. "So - so get away - you need to get away from him, now."
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2015 8:02 pm
Oh, it was precious seeing Mont Blonc so eager to bring him "home." He barely had to do anything - apparently just existing was enough to get information. His old friends - was it fair to call them that? - were apparently forming a team, reaching out to "people like them" - other Saturn Knights and moons?
That was a fascinating bit of information. Something worth holding onto.
But he had an act to sell, and he was going to sell it.
"You don't understand, they found me once, they'd find me again," he said, and his voice cracked again, but this time with fear. He took a step back, not that there was much room, and heliftedhis head to look Devilline in the face. "I'm Ploutonion. I was Ploutonion before Laurelite remade me - and I still am."
And bless Mont Blonc, he was still trying to protect him - and he might actually succeed.
Because right there in front of all of them, the Page became a Squire.
"Oh," he said, and his voice was faint with amazement. He didn't even need to fake that. "You're..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 12:21 am
A whistle sounds, and with it comes the groan of metal and creature alike, coalescing into an unnerving cacophony. It rises above the din of the fight and demands attention of all who are present.
Suddenly, fighting each other seems a paltry aside when compared to the fact that the surroundings are undergoing a revolting transition to a semi-organic compound...
(Wrap your posts into cliffhangers and segue into PTA: Inside Deadhead!
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 4:40 am
Miasmite had been watching that bullshit with the Page-now-Squire the whole time. You bet your a** he was. As the train underwent its transformation, he stalked over to the Squire and Captain duo... Quote: Teensy cliffwrap for Miasmite, to be continued in the next thread!
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