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nessy

Cuddly Hunter

PostPosted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 7:00 pm


Truth be told, it was not easy being a princess. There were a million things that you were expected to do, a thousand standards that you had to live up to. Princesses were expected to be lovely, kind, and incredibly selfless. Though fairly pretty and with an innate kindness inherited from her mother, Chibiusa had never quite been selfless - something none of her parents could understand. She always wanted to do things that were nearly impossible for someone in her situation and was never happy just being the princess. There was peace, and it grated on the senshi in her.

Now, she'd had all the fight she could handle for awhile, and was simply exhausted. Queen Beryl had possessed so much more power and capability than had been previously known or expected and had, quite thoroughly, trounced the little princess of Crystal Tokyo into the ground. Business finished, caring very little about the state of Ray Gordon's extracurricular activities, Black Lady had simply teleported straight onto her couch and fallen onto the sheet, caring little about the blood transferred from her cuts to the fabric. They could always simply buy another, and she was exhausted.

It was only then, head cradled on a convenient pile of pillows, breath rasping still from the heat and pain in her chest, that the rabbit-haired young woman realized that there was nobody home. No movement in the bedroom, in fact the door was wide open. "Raaaaaaaaay?" No answer. Sighing almost dramatically, the girl simply curled into a ball, still powered-up, and waited. He'd have to come home eventually.
PostPosted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 7:20 pm


It didn't take him seconds. It didn't take him minutes. In fact, it took him nearly an hour to get home: 46 minutes on the digital clock on the oven. Enough time for her blood to clot and for her to nearly fall asleep on the couch. But then with a customary flash of blue light he appeared in the middle of the living room: a sight that brought relief and then, promptly, confusion.

He blinked at her. She blinked at him. He had a bloody rent in his clothing that spanned his torso from left shoulder to right hip and several more wrapped around his right arm, like he'd gotten it tangled up in barbed wire; around his left arm he had what appeared to be bloodstains leaking through the intact fabric from the inside, which didn't quite add up for a moment. He was better off than her, for certain -- everything looked shallow -- but what on earth...?

"Hi, pumpkin," he said after a moment, smiled a little thinly and walked across the darkened room. He sat down on the couch-mattress with a creak and reached over to put his bloodied hand on her bare shoulder -- one of the few places visibly uninjured. "Lemme look at that, honey; easy now, take it easy," he was saying as he, carefully, nudged her to uncurl. "Good girl. Talk to me, okay? How bad are you hurt?"

codalion


nessy

Cuddly Hunter

PostPosted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 7:57 pm


Wiseman was hurt? How did he get hurt? Chronos, Aries, and one of the Gemini senshi had been absolutely unable to even get a hit off on him, and here he was in front of her, bleeding from what looked like several shallow cuts. This was more disturbing to her than any run-in with the Negaverse Queen and her own moderate grade of injury. "Wha-" was all that escaped her lips before a painful fit of coughing came over her, ending with ragged gasps of pain and the reopening of a few of the deeper cuts that started to again slowly seep blood through the sheer parts of her dress which were stained in rusty patches from each wound. One stocking was all but missing entirely, a large chunk of it having been scraped away during a careful dodge on the side of Destiny Tower.

In all, it had been fairly shameful.

Trying again, she answered his question first. "Not so bad. This one is not so good." Lightly her torso twisted to show the deep cut that Beryl had first made to demonstrate her power. "And here." Very lightly, like it was made of cracked glass, fingers rested on the center of her chest. "Got a beam and a hand in there. Not nice. Hurts to breathe. What did you do?" The youthful lady's voice was rougher, raspier, lending to the idea that her internal injuries might possibly be worse than anything on the exterior. Two of the cuts were deep enough to be potentially requiring stitches, but at the delicate way she moved, it made you wonder.

But of course, she was generally unconcerned for herself and sitting up very slowly, started to pry at his own injuries to see firsthand if the blood was his, or some other unfortunate creature's. You could never be sure, in this day and age.
PostPosted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 8:09 pm


When she touched his arm he drew in a breath and pulled it away abruptly, then immediately stroked her hair as if to reassure her that he wasn't angry. "Easy now," he said again. "Never you worry about that, all right? I'm sorry I didn't get home quicker." He didn't sound like he was in pain. Of all the five senses, though, the one he was most gifted at was sound: he had a naturally charming voice, one that sat somewhere between the baritone and tenor registers and inhabited that place with buttery sunniness. Sometimes he sang when he was doing the dishes, or taking a shower. It was never a song that Blanche recognized, but they had good singers and bad singers in Crystal Tokyo too. "Who did this to you, baby doll?"

codalion


nessy

Cuddly Hunter

PostPosted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 8:24 pm


At the hiss, her hand drew back and was tucked in behind her back to show that she wouldn't be doing it again, another one of those charmingly childish things Black Lady did. The stroke was a surprise and like always when it came to any affection, the girl responded to it like a sun-starved flower and smiled to herself for a moment before the follow-up question had her eyes shifting away and her face screwed into an expression that was so comically guilty that it would have been amusing in a different situation. The silence stretched between them for almost a whole minute before the young woman caved and words assaulted Wiseman's ears.

"You cannot be mad, I did not know and am sorry! I was on the tower," pause for light coughing and a wince, "and then Beryl was there. She was just talking, I did not think it bad!" After all, they were supposedly allies, and having never met her, this Moon Princess has been totally unknowledgeable of the massive chip on the buxom woman's shoulder. "She attacked! Said such bad things, I did a bad one too. Fought back. She took me to the Negaverse. She thought I was mama! I did not think she was so dumb. Lots of power. Not much brains." But it had been intimidating enough to serve its purpose and even though a wary truce had been reached between the two women, Black Lady had no desire to again put herself in the queen's presence. "She stopped after that. Thinks I'm weak, not important. So stupid." Red eyes rolled and almost as if Beryl had heard the derisive insult towards her intellect, lungs started to burn a bit more.

Exhausted with this hasty deliverance of details, she fell back again into her comforting nest of pillows, hand clamped around her arm before it could bleed too much all over the couch. Sheets were easy to explain away. The purchase of a new sofa, not so much. "I am sorry." It was a lame finish, but it was all she could do, red eyes staring at the ceiling. It was a familiar feeling for the princess, and she was a pro at being truly sorry for things that called for a bit more than a simple apology.
PostPosted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 8:47 pm


Wiseman sat up a little straighter and scooted over on the bed so he could lay his hand on her forehead, palm-down, like he was taking her temperature. Maybe he was; nonetheless, he stroked her hair again and touched the back of his hand to her cheek for a moment. "Did she now," he said. His voice had taken on an unrecognizable pitch. "Well, that's a crying shame."

He left it at that for a moment as he examined her injuries, fingers brushing over the fabric of her clothing everywhere it was bloodstained. The room was darkened, but he was clearly furrowing his brow. He lingered on her sternum, the cut on her torso, and her stockings, and then briefly returned to her hair to be certain that she wasn't inadvertently concealing any head wounds; he ran his fingers through her hair to ascertain this before rearranging it on the pillow and taking her hand in his. In a patch of light, she could see there was a bloody score across the back of his hand. "I'm going to need you to take the clothes you're hurt under off," he said. "I'll get you a robe. Can you do that or do you need help?"

codalion


nessy

Cuddly Hunter

PostPosted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 9:11 pm


Had she been the age she claimed to be, Black Lady would have suddenly had a massive sense of irony and chagrin at not only the light touches, but the eventual request. However, it was a child's mind inside that body and instead she could only feel a sense of blissful comfort every time he touched her cheek or head, like a child that was sick with a fever and was being carefully cared for by someone who loved you. Any evil inside the girl was always generally Evil Lite, and she only ever craved affection and longed to return it. Unfortunately, in either of his forms, Wiseman was not the sort to ever accept such demonstrative emotions.

Nodding slowly, she considered her injuries. The only thing that would cause her a serious issue was perhaps raising her arms above her head to pull most of the dress off, something that could potentially be helped with. "I think? Arms don't go so high, you can pull the dress?" Raising up again slowly, fingers unhooked the ruined lace of one stocking and the slightly more whole counterpart, already sliding them down her legs. Crystals jingled together lightly as the bowed belt was removed and then all that remained was the main dress which was bunched around her waist while she waited expectantly for the promised robe. It wasn't so dire really, there was no interest in Wiseman for her lovely adult body, it was almost as if she was totally sexless in front of him.

But if it was important to him that she wear the robe, she would do so. Keeping Wiseman Happy was one of Black Lady's main directives, especially seeing how much she owed him. A large piling of misery, physical and mental, at what she'd gotten into didn't hurt that, not one bit.
PostPosted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 11:28 pm


While she undressed he stood up and went to the bedroom, still in his uniform and cape. He emerged moments later with his big terrycloth bathrobe, which he lay on the bed next to her before he sat down next to her and helped her pull off the rest of the bloodied dress. Without saying anything he undertook the same examination as he had moments before -- with careful touches to each of the wounds that ceased when she grimaced or sucked in a painful breath, along her sternum and side and over the scrapes on her legs. He said nothing for a while, then picked up the bathrobe again and draped it over her shoulders.

"I'm going to do some first aid," he said, putting his hand to her forehead again like she was a sick child. "That's medicine for people who've just been hurt, sweetie. Then I'm going to take you to the hospital and while I do we're going to talk, okay? I'm not going to ask you to say too much, because I know it hurts to breathe."

There was silence for a moment and he took both her hands.

"You should've called me, darling. Call me when you're in trouble."

codalion


nessy

Cuddly Hunter

PostPosted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 12:03 am


While Wiseman had always been rather sympathetic to her poor unfortunate circumstances, this new level of tenderness being aimed in her direction was tearing down any resistance she might have had. As Blanche, it was much easier to indulge in a fit of petulance, or tears, really any strong emotion because really nobody cared about Blanche Williams or anything she did. But as Black Lady, she was a Serenity, she was a power to be reckoned with and had to don the mantle that came with it.

In the little living room, the moonlight that was the only light on either of the two adult figures in the room started to sparkle just a bit on the Lady's cheeks as soft tears welled and ran down her face. She didn't make a sound, none of the shuddering breaths that usually came with weeping - in fact Black Lady wasn't breathing at all, holding her lungs full of air against the sobs that would wrack her abused body if she let them. A explosive exhalation, one shakily inhaled breath, and her voice came softly, repeating over and over in Japanese how very sorry she was, just two words 'gomen ne'. Realizing that this meant nothing to him, she tried again in English, her voice quiet to minimize the pain as she breathed softly and slowly. "I am sorry. I didn't want to...to bother? Then she stopped. I came home." Pulling one slim hand from his, terrycloth rubbed her cheek to wipe away the tears. It was already stained with blood, a little saltwater wouldn't hurt it.

"I will not do it again, promise. No more." Lightly, she hooked her pinkie with his to seal the deal and smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring gesture. The lady had no intentions of ever going near Beryl again of her own volition, but whether the queen wanted her was another story entirely. Lightly, her features were touched with a puzzled look then, and a wary glance. "What is...a hos-hospital? I will go, but I do not know what it is!" The pronunciation on her tongue was thick, this was not a word that she'd used or heard much before. This was a careful question, trying to get them back on a footing they were both comfortable with.

It really would not do for her to throw herself into Wiseman's arms and cry like a little girl, no matter how badly she longed to. In that moment, she missed her mother and her father with a poignant ache, almost as painful as the one Beryl had left behind. But they were gone, and she was left to make them proud. She would, or she'd die trying.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 11:25 am


He wrapped his arm carefully around her shoulders -- careful to who, it was hard to say. "A hospital," he repeated, "is a kind of -- it's a place for sick and hurt people, where they have doctors. You know what a doctor is, right?" There were doctors on some of the TV shows Ray watched when he got home from work. A ho-spi-tal had to be the place where they worked. "I need you to let a doctor look at you as Blanche, honey," he said. "You're hurt. You're going to be okay, but I just want to make sure of that, all right?"

Moments later he moved his arm and set about cinching her bathrobe at the waist. Then he got up again and went into the bathroom, emerging with a slightly battered white box with a red cross on it and what looked to be a big brown bottle. "Talk to me," he said as he knelt down next to her and started to daub at one of the scrapes on her leg with a gauze pad. "Shh, take it slow. Don't want you to cough. Just need you awake -- Beryl, do you know if she was looking for you or just found you?"

codalion


nessy

Cuddly Hunter

PostPosted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 11:49 am


Doctors, that was familiar. There were a few words that had been installed by magical means into Chibiusa's brain, delivering the very essentials of the English language. You asked for a doctor when you were hurt, something that might have very well happened to the human Blanche when she was not in her powered form and needed to get help. Doctors were at a hospital, that was good to know and she quietly processed this information.

The request for Blanche was not surprising, and while Wiseman moved away to fetch something from the bathroom, the young woman powered down into her human form. This provided her with clothing again, though it was thankfully only in the form of a ribbed tank and easily discarded pajama pants. She'd been prepared for a night at home when the date had come about, and of course she hadn't bothered to change - in fact she'd just immediately teleported out in a minor snit. All that was minor now in the face of yet more trouble she'd gotten herself into, and she sighed softly into the pillow she'd snagged to bury her face in with shame.

Blanche lifted her face a bit, chin resting on the pillowcase as he came back with the odd-looking kit and bottle. It seemed relatively harmless, which was why she winced and hissed lightly at the liquid that was bubbling on her skin and cleaning the rough scrapes. "No, she was...surprised? She thought I was Serenity. Asked how many times she had to kill me before I stayed dead." Everyone thought she was the mythical, magical Moon Princess that would save the world. Little did they know how badly she wanted to destroy it, and reduce everything on it to fine ash. Lips curled a little at the last comment, derisive as her breathing eased again a bit. "I have never died. Not at all."

Almost didn't count.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 1:55 pm


Her erstwhile guardian applied some solution from the brown bottle to a swab, and then with a sharp sting applied the swab to the wound on her leg -- "Shh," he said, and placed his other hand on her knee to keep her leg still. "I'm cleaning it out so it doesn't get infected. You just keep talking while I do and it won't hurt so bad, okay?"

As if to demonstrate, he immediately launched into more talking to give her something else to concentrate on. He was leaking blood onto his own sleeves, she could see now that his arms were in the light, but he paid it little heed; however, he was being careful with one of his hands. Maybe the red slash wrapped around to his palm too. "I don't know how much your momma told you, but Queen Beryl was her enemy and I guess she still carries a grudge after all these years -- I'm sorry, honey, I wouldn't've let you out if I thought she was gonna pick on you like that. I had a talk with her first lieutenant, you see. That's her second in command, her assistant, the main guy who works for her. You see, I thought we had," he wrapped a gauze bandage once around her leg, "some kind of agreement here, that I'd stay out of her business if she didn't touch you --"

He looked up at her. "But I guess she must be a little hard of hearing, huh, sweet pea?"

His eyes were very, very blue, even in the dark when they weren't glowing. They settled on her for a moment or two.

When he finished the one leg he started on the other with the rubbing alcohol again. "Guess she needs a check-up," he said. "Just like you. Except you are a sweet little missy who ran afoul of the wrong old bat, and she, well, she's not a very nice lady, is she. Do you know she's not a real queen?" He smiled briefly, a flash of white teeth. "Ain't even a princess."

codalion


nessy

Cuddly Hunter

PostPosted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 7:55 pm


Blanche was fairly certain that no matter what she did, it was still going to burn in her wounds like the devil's own fire, but he was trying and that was important. It did help to focus not on her own injuries, but his, and silently she wondered if he might let her use the liquid in the brown bottle on his own scratches. The probability was some number around the range of zero, possibly lower into what was a statistic impossibility. It was obvious that her luck, on a whole, was less than stellar. At this point, she probably even had luck on layaway somewhere and was paying off to get even the smallest amount back.

Taking a few deep and slow breaths to ease the burn in her lungs long enough to talk, Blanche twirled a long pink pigtail around her fingers almost smugly. "Negatrash, mama told me. Maybe Beryl did not want to listen to him? Fake queens are worst, very jealous, do not like to listen to people. She wants to know why you need me, because I am so weak. Even if I am a princess, I am not a good one, she said. She is not a lady at all." The strand of hair was flicked almost angrily over her shoulder, tossed like she would throw something much more substantial right into the face of the Negaverse queen. She was not weak, she was simply caught off-guard and didn't want to draw too much attention to herself! Then the woman had gone absolutely insane, taking the fight down into the streets! Alright, so she'd fought back a little, but what could you do when your family's honor was at stake?

But she'd been so easily thrown into the pavement, that hand in her chest, the burning shot that was even hours later causing the elegant Blanche agony. Doubt rose and lightly she pulled the hair forth again, tugging on it lightly before speaking in a soft voice. "Am I weak, Wiseman? No good?" He hadn't really given her anything to do, minor tasks that could have been done in less time on his own, usually diversions to get her away from their home for a time. Was she truly so useless?
PostPosted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 10:32 am


He squeezed her hand while he finished cleaning her leg with the burning solution and then started bandaging that too. His own bandages were getting a little bloodsoaked. It was hard to say whose fault that was. This time he considered what to say for a while, though, and when he spoke he looked a little preoccupied staring at the wall. His eyes pulsed when he did. "They don't breed you weak in the Moon Kingdom, princess," he said. "Not then and not now. Your mama -- your mama's killed a lot of things that threatened you or your daddy or your people, you know," he said. "You're cut from the same cloth. But I would've taken you in if you didn't have a power in the world, wouldn't I, sweetie? It's just you and me now."

It's just you and me. It was one of the first things he'd said to her when he'd found her after Sailor Pluto had sent her back. She hadn't entirely trusted him, not right then, a man half wrapped in bandages with a single bright blue eye; but she hadn't entirely feared him, either. That was part of what had let her guard down. At the beginning he'd looked -- and she'd been wrong, of course, to assume that meant anything -- nearly as wretched as she was.

They'd gone to Earth together, and then he'd asked to see the Rose Crystal; she'd balked a little at that, of course, but he'd sounded sincere, he just wanted to look at it. And he did only look at it, turned it over in his hands, and then passed it right back to her, good as his word. Prettiest Crystal I ever did see, he'd said with a wink. Clear as a summer sky. You better not show that to no jeweller, he might get thieving on his mind.

"Usa, honey," he said now as he moved to the cut on her side. "I got a question for you, and I understand if the answer's no."

codalion


nessy

Cuddly Hunter

PostPosted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 11:38 am


'It's just you and me' had been the words that had pulled her from her almost catatonic state, eyes blank as a slate, making you wonder if there was a really a brain inside her pretty little head. At the time, there hadn't been. There were only feelings, dragging her down and slowly drowning her in them over and over, overwhelming the young teenager from Crystal Tokyo. Wiseman had tried a few things, general greetings and even an insult or two that garnered almost no success. Then he'd crooned out that phrase, and the girl's eyes had turned on him, blinking a few times before they cleared and thought returned to claim its hold once again on the princess.

Blanche didn't quite believe him that he would have taken her if she had no use whatsoever other than her pretty face, but it was a comforting thought that she wrapped around herself, a mental layer of fuzziness over terrycloth. Though it was true that even without her own power, she was confusing as hell to the senshi, and that in and of itself was valuable. Reassurances garnered a smile, and so when he asked her the preliminary question, the princess was feeling quite happy. The person who cared about her most didn't see her as some weakling toy princess, and that was really all that mattered to her.

Inspecting her bandaged legs lightly, the pink-haired woman's tone was a great deal lighter than it had been previously, though just as raspy. "If I can, I will." Simple as that for her, really. Perhaps service through gratitude was slavery, but she didn't see it that way.
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