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 Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 2:28 pm
He didn't know where Kyndall lived, unfortunately. It would have made things easier if he'd known. He'd seen her daughter, the one he'd spoken to her about, only the day before. Shock and relief for the drama teacher had swept through him. He didn't know how she'd come back, he'd seen the civilians die and form that shield. It was one of those things he shouldn't be shocked with, not considering everything else in his life since taking up the offer to join this war. And yet it still shocked him, who would think death wasn't final and unchangeable.
Rushing out of his own school, with his bag thrown into his car, he'd driven all the way to Crystal Academy in order to catch the teacher before she left. Parking at the sidewalk, at the schools East side, he looked for a place to hide and transform before making his approach on the school.
He'd already been to the theater so it wasn't hard to teleport in, better than walking the halls and risking some student being around, even if he'd been told all students were home when he'd turned up the day before. The theater doors were closed and never opened as he appeared moments later in the schools auditorium.
He really hoped this wasn't stupid of him, and didn't go horribly bad, but it was the only place he knew she'd be for sure. Though he needed to find a reason for him to know she worked here...he'd come up with something, if she asked. Tired, and ignoring it, for now he was focused on talking to Kyndall and seeing how she was, how her daughter was. He couldn't ask Harmony, it would seem too odd.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 1:01 am
Kyndall, of course, was at school late, rewriting the script for the millionth time and organizing things for the next day. She was sweeping the stage at the moment and singing an old jazz song as she swayed with the broom. It was easy to hear as he got closer. The acoustics in the auditorium worked very well. Like Gene Kelley she danced with the broom, incorporating her work into her playtime. After all, what was performance if you can't have a little fun? Her voice rang out clear enough.
"What can you lose? Only the blues. Why do you keep concealing everything you're feeling. Say it to her. What can you lose?"
She didn't hear him coming because he hadn't opened the door to give her any clue that she wasn't alone. It wouldn't have embarrassed her but she would have liked to addressed him quickly rather than spend her time lost in a quiet moment of performance. He was, after all, not exactly a friend but not exactly an enemy. She didn't know what to think of him since she'd met him and since Camelot condemned what he called "his kind". He seemed sincere when he spoke to her, expressing his wishes for her daughter's return. She knew there were two sides to the war but often both sides had their merits, didn't they?
"What if it shows she's had clues that she chose to ignore? Maybe though she knows and just wants to go on as before. As a friend, nothing more."
She swayed a while longer, sweeping in large circles now more for the effect of the dance than actual attempts at cleaning. She was coming to the end of the song now and it showed in her manner. She was losing her sense of work ethic to her desire to sing.
"There's too much to lose"
She held the last note high and long before falling silent.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 1:54 pm
Deciding it best to let her know she ha company, it was only polite, he brought his gloved hands together in rapid movement - clapping. His slate eyes focused on the green haired woman. His own long blond hair no longer held back but loose about his face and brushing against his cheeks gently. Somehow the long hair made him look more feminine and soft but it suited the blond at the same time.
"Very nice, very nice." Had her daughter said anything to her mother about the Negaverse? Made them out to be the villains she had surely been told they were, by the senshi and knights. Would Kyndall now hate him and shout at him, scorn him? For a moment he felt his stomach clench at the thought. He didn't want them to poison her view on them - on him. He felt bad enough for what he'd done he, he didn't need someone else to hurt him. He was doing a fine enough job on hurting himself.
"Do you fair better since the last time we met?" He asked, moving to jump up onto the stage, with more ease than it would be for any normal person. His heels clicked as they landed on the wooden stage, his coat fluttered about his legs, he straightened his posture and watched the green haired woman, waiting and watching. "I saw you've regained your daughter, a surprise I must say...given what happened up in space. But I'm pleased she returned, by whatever miracle allowed such to occur." So very glad, surprised yes but also very glad.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 2:23 pm
Kyndall jumped when she heard applause and for a moment thought she imagined it. It wouldn’t be the first time the only clapping she heard was in her head. It used to be she wanted to perform on the silver screen or for packed theatres. Now she was content to occasionally perform in class and direct others in their dreams, too. If you told her when she was young that this was the type of life she’d be content with she would have laughed and said you didn’t know anything about her. Now losing Harmony really made her evaluate her life and look at the worth of it. It had been hard at first but with the weeks she’d accepted that this was what she was meant to be.
Harmony was, without a doubt, the greatest thing she’d ever done with her life. She couldn’t conceive of it at the time she was born but Kyndall now judged her life based on how successful Harmony was and how happy. The dreams she gave up by her choices were now Harmony’s to fulfill and she wanted nothing but good things for her daughter. Harm still didn’t see that about her mom, thinking all she was trying to do was everything to insure she ended up the image of her mother. It wasn’t true. She just wanted Harm to dream and work toward it.
When Benitotie appeared she jumped. She hadn’t expected someone to actually appear and hadn’t heard any noise to herald his coming. The last time she saw him she’d been devastated. Now, she was was much better. She took a step back on instinct. Everything she’d seen said that the Negaverse was bad but everything she felt said this boy did not mean to hurt her. Tony said she couldn’t trust him but how did he know?
More and more she wondered just what he was keeping from her. Something large, no doubt. Soon she’d have to really confront him on that. Soon.
“She’s alright. Camelot brought her home to me. I’m just thankful for it.” She eyed him, unable to keep from being suspicious. “When did you see her?”
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 2:46 pm
"I do watch things...and see things. I am surprised but pleased she is alive. The civilians up there...died. I do not know how it is that she is back, but I have seen her." He spoke evenly, though a smile did grace his fair features. His gloved hands hung at his sides, nice and warm in their leather confines. A nice added feature of his uniform, at least for the cool and cold weather upon them and to come.
"I feared what would come to you had she never returned when I saw the deaths." He'd have visited somehow and given her the news himself, he wouldn't leave her in wonder. Such would not be fair to her, and yet somehow he didn't explain the death of the senshi he had killed and had made the news. He didn't go and see her family, as he did here and now, and explain to them what she was. But he was not close to them, he didn't know them. This was someone he knew and felt something for, respect...a sort of love seeing as they could easily talk.
"Camelot...tell me about him. I may have seen him." He'd like to think he knew a fair few of the opposing side in this war.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 3:13 pm
“What do you mean their deaths?”
No one had mentioned death to her. No one but Camelot had mentioned she was hurt. Mildly. And she showed no symptoms now of anything unusual. If Harmony had died how was she here, alive, now? If she had died why hadn’t anyone mentioned it before? No, that couldn’t be possible. She couldn’t imagine her baby dying no matter who delivered the news.
“You have to be mistaken. She couldn’t have died.”
A mother doesn’t want to hear that. Not when it was her worst fear the entire time Harmony was missing. Isn’t it what every mother says when their child comes home a little late or makes them worry a little too long. “You could be lying in a ditch somewhere for all I knew!”
As far as Camelot went she smiled softly. “Imagine a textbook picture of the Arthurian knights was walking around. That’s him.” Her hero.
She looked at Benitotie and wasn’t sure what to make of him. Confusion curled around her heart. “I’ve seen your kind killing. Did you know that? I was at City Hall when they attacked, killing at will pretending to be the senshi. I saw the blood…those monsters. I saw the senshi trying to save us. How can I trust you when your kind hurts people? When they kill?”
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 3:32 pm
"The civilians up there died, all of them. Their...spirits, I guess you'd call them, became some form of a shield to protect those senshi." No one had told her? She was unaware of it completely? "I cannot believe no one made you aware, though perhaps it was for your own mental and emotional health." He whispered, more to himself than to Kyndall. Even if it hurt she should be aware of what happened up there, it was her right as a mother.
"Me lying? Why would I do that? Have I not told you the truth as to where your daughter was? Or with whom she was?" He questioned softly, with a shake of his head. "It is not a matter I would lie about, nothing so serious would I lie over."
So he had seen him, at least as far as he knew only one Knight looked like that. He could be wrong but he doubted it. All senshi looked different so he figured it applied to the Knights as well, and the two he'd seen before looked nothing like the one she spoke of and the one he thought she meant.
"As do they, they have kidnapped our members and tortured them and killed them. They are no better than us, if anything when we do kill it is fast and merciful." He spoke up at once to defend his fellow Negaverse officers. They may kill, he had --. But they didn't kidnap and torture people, they were still better in that way. "I do not know the full reasons for that attack, I can only guess it was to draw out some of the senshi and to show you people what they are, that they truly are. They are the monsters. The ones who kidnap us and don't see us humans, who ignore all laws against torture and the inhumanity of it." He had not been there for the incident but having heard Tanzanite speak on it what little she'd said, and having asked Painite he had a little information on it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 1:02 pm
“The senshi weren’t killing innocent people, Benitoite.” Her response was low. “They were protecting people. One of them, Sugilite, tried to kill me.”
So had another for that matter but she didn’t remember that name. She couldn’t believe someone like him was involved in something like the Negaverse. He seemed too gentle for that and she liked him. She’d nearly believe him, trusting his genuine interest in seeing her daughter returned. An interest that still seemed genuine. He confused her.
She didn’t know much about the senshi, admittedly. She knew what she’d seen and what she knew from Camelot. She couldn’t defend against his accusations, though, because she wasn’t among them. She didn’t know if they killed his kind. It certainly didn’t seem like they tortured anyone according to Harmony. She was returned in perfect health. But Kyndall would have to ask later about his accusation that she’d died. Benitoite might be on the wrong side but he’d never lied to her. She liked him.
“You have to understand. I’m just a single person in all this. I don’t have ties to either side. It’s just a little overwhelming and while I trust that you actually care some of your cohorts haven’t been such good ambassadors to your cause.”
She crossed her arms, leveling her violet eyes at him. He just didn't seem dangerous.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 3:09 pm
"I'm aware and unfortunately that happens in war. Not all people can be proper. War changes people and twists them." He spoke nodding his head as he spoke. He understood her problem. She had not seen or heard of everything which he had. She had no way to know the true evils of the senshi and what they had done. She had seen the good of a Knight and heard good word from her daughter. But that was one face of a monster, one which had to be taken out.
"I understand what your saying. And I am glad you have not passed judgment. Just speak with your daughter, that is the most important thing. More so than what I say of this war, and both sides involved. She did die, if it was before the death of the remaining civilians I do not know. But I do know at one point all civilians were dead. And we, my side, were unable to bring them back. We were...ejected from where the fighting took place in space." He still remembered the shock of rousing on Alkaid. A barren planet with nothing but people, no plants no nothing.
"The only thing I will say is both sides are guilty of crimes. My side however has never kidnapped and tortured people. The senshi have. It is a horror, this other side to them, that we try to show people. It is...difficult to do. They don't want people to see the monsters they are." More and more was he believing this about senshi.
"The war and sides aside just watch your daughter if she will not speak or you don't wish to approach the subject with her. No one dies and comes back, as she has, and can be perfectly normal." He worried for the girl. He'd met her the evening before and liked her, just like he did her mother. He worried for them both now. If something happened to Harmony it would be one more reason to have issue with the senshi, the list was gaining reasons slowly but surely.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 10:34 pm
Harmony hadn't slept a solid night since she came back. Kyndall knew. Her way to compensate for all of this was to go check on her daughter every time she woke up herself which was more often than allowed her to get a restful night's sleep. She'd seen Harmony tossing and turning a few times and went to go soothe her. Her daughter wouldn't be comforted and always woke disoriented but never remembered it in the morning, as if her slate was wiped clean. Harmony smiled and went about her life but there was something different. A mother could tell.
But how did he know that unless he was telling the truth at least to some degree? The idea that Harmony died while she was gone began to take root. And no one told her. She'd felt impotent the whole while she was gone, having no outlet to help her daughter in any way but to keep the home fires burning. But none of that compared at the moment to how her baby must be feeling in the aftermath of a traumatic experience.
"I don't know." she whispered softly. "I don't think you'd hurt me but others...it can't just be war that makes them kill. Innocent people have nothing to do with the senshi or with you...the Negaverse."
It was the first time she'd said the word to him, what she'd heard the senshi call his kind in City Hall. Though she was still sure the senshi were the good guys she couldn't shake what he said from mind. She believed in him. Like it or not she believed he was telling her the truth. And that...that made her nervous. She sat down on a convenient surface and looked at him, pondering, quiet for long minutes at a time. She was stuck in the middle of this war. She was stuck between either side with no way to help herself or anyone she cared about. She felt helpless again. Impotent. again.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 10:48 pm
"And yet people come back suffering ptsd and snap at people, at sounds, words, sights. People who fight a war suffer and we are teenagers, even worse perhaps. We suffer in many ways. I can only think that is why some of us kill and some do not. Some are stronger, some are too new. And others have seen too much, or are weaker perhaps."
Watching her he stepped forward and did what he felt she needed right now. His arms came up and around her, embracing her. "Think as much as you will about what both sides do, just understand war changes people...makes people what they may never have wanted or imagined being. I won't say my soul, if such a thing exists, is clean. I would be lying if I did and I will not lie, about anything. Right now you can repair whatever damage has been done to you and your daughter. She will need the help, someone to talk to who will believe her. Remember that, it will be important to know what she tells you is true." Most people would never believe what she had been through, what he was or did. This whole war was something most people would never believe but it was important for Kyndall to understand and accept. To not once doubt whatever she was told by her daughter. She would need someone to believe her so she could talk freely, it was something he could use himself.
"I just came to let you know, to see if you knew. I don't want further harm to come to either of you. I really am fighting for the freedom and well being of civilians." Forgive him for the murders he had committed, especially that first one. The man might have been a thief but he was still a civilian. This war was hurting and twisting him. Right now, right here, he could see it clearly. See the distance he had traveled in becoming someone else. He knew what he was in this for and he needed to remember this but he had to try and gain back his morals. He couldn't make up for what he'd done, there was no way to bring back the dead that he knew of, but he could step out of fighting and continue with energy collection. Would that be enough to forgive himself?
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 1:08 pm
Kyndall went stiff as he hugged her. She wasn’t sure what to do. Returning the embrace felt right and wrong at once and staying still felt mean. In the end she raised her arm and pat him twice, gently. She’d never been a part of any wars so she had to take his word on behavior. It was easy to imagine teenagers, like him, taking things too far as they tend to do in hormone driven bodies. But it was also hard to imagine teenagers killing. It just didn’t seem like something any child should be capable of. She wasn’t even capable of it and she was an adult.
Kyndall knew, however, what he said about Harmony was the truth. She wasn’t twitching at random sounds but she knew something was wrong. Harmony wasn’t talking about anything she’d endured up in space or wherever she was. She hadn’t told her about her experience and Kyndall, at least, believed her with all of her might. She knew things happened that Harm couldn’t explain and wanted her daughter to open up.
If only she would.
“You’ve said that before and I’ve been told not to trust you. I believe the senshi are good people. I believe they protect the civilians. Even if you happen to do the right thing most of your kind do not.”
But she kept him in her arms, finding she didn’t mind the contact so much now. She did trust him in a strange way though she’d probably never say the same of any of the other members of the Negaverse. Something inside of her liked him. She slid her arms around him properly and hugged him for real this time. With a deep intake of breath she sighed out, her head hurting again, not for the first time, trying to wrap itself around this world she was half way in between.
“I believe you. I believe you don’t want to hurt anyone. I trust that you want to do what’s right. I’m just not sure if you’re on the right path for that.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 4:09 pm
He hoped she believed him and would be able to help her daughter, that Kyndall would accept his opinion on how some of them could kill. It was the only reason he could think of really. He couldn't see any other reason and he knew he'd been under stress when he'd killed, and under pressure. He had not done it simply to do it, nor had he done it without any internal struggle.
"I know and I know you will see what you see. I cannot force you to see what I see or to believe as I do. But at best I can ask you to judge each person separately, on their own actions as opposed to a whole group." A way of telling her to also not trust all the senshi, some were bad - evil. He didn't know the whole details of the kidnapping event but he had heard enough to guess it was beyond horrific, that it had lasting effects on those involved.
"Perhaps not, I do not know that. But I will, with what power I have gained, work toward helping the people of Earth. Just...do not forget I am human and as such I can make mistakes...and do things even I may find bad. But never will I do as I've heard some senshi have done. I may cross some of my moral lines but some I never will." He felt like he was talking to his own mother, like in a way Kyndall was the substitute for his mother and he could tell her just what he wished he could tell his own mother. Things he wished and needed to tell her but knew he couldn't. Would Kyndall sense that?
Stepping back he laid a hand on her should, giving her a smile as opposed to a voiced 'thank you', he wasn't sure he could voice those two simple words right now.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 5:02 pm
She recognized the look in his eyes even if she didn’t recognize the eyes themselves. Kyndall was completely confident that he was telling her the truth and that he trusted her. She also wondered who he could tell his secret to and how many people he trusted with each side of his life. Obviously he was still a child in need of confiding in someone. The cruelty of this and how young he was began to hit home for her and she hated the kind of pressure he had to be feeling.
She touched his cheek, running her thumb up and down it fondly. If she’d known it was Alexandre it would have solidified her affection for him. She felt a little like he was lost, wondering what to do. What child would really want to carry on a war they had no part of? She couldn’t imagine it. She believed he had the best of intentions but knew through experience how impressionable teenagers could be. She didn’t want that to be him following the wrong path for the right reasons.
“Benitoite, I appreciate your concern for Harmony. And I care about you, too.”
She had a simple innate need to protect him, to spare him from how hard she knew life could be. She didn’t want him to get hurt or be betrayed by something he obviously believed in. She couldn’t fault him having faith. She was simply unsure of the merits of what he had faith in. Maybe it would take small steps. Maybe understanding came first. She sighed softly and looked at him.
“Just…be careful. And come to me when you need to. I’m an ear, a shoulder. I want to help you.”
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 7:23 pm
The gesture wasn't lost upon him, nor how gentle it was. The blond found himself leaning into her gentle touches with a light smile gracing his features. He knew he could trust Kyndall, but he couldn't tell her who he really was. No, he couldn't tell anyone who his other half was. It was...a barrier between his two lives which had to be kept, at least with most people. Only those who were on his side in the war would ever get through the barrier which must be kept, for his own safety.
"Thank you, I appreciate your care." One of his gloved hands came up and rested against her hand gently. "You have no idea how much such simple words can mean to a person." To him.
"I will, I...thank you." Swallowing as he spoke he nodded his head slowly. "Just tell me where I can find you, for whenever I may have need of your shoulder or your ear, perhaps both." She didn't scare him or worry him. He trusted she wouldn't betray him to the Knight she knew. He knew Kyndall and it didn't seem like an action she was capable of.
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