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 Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 9:52 pm
The day was the same. Prisca woke the next morning with no headaches. No side effects of the little bit of wine she had consumed. She dressed, got herself ready, and went off to a day of work as usual. But something was different. She felt different. She didn't look different. Just felt different.
All the while she worked, the events of last night played across her vision. He was such a difficult man to figure out, she still wasn't sure what to make of any of it. Was it the wine or some hidden truth coming out? The way it had played out had made it seem real. The thought brought color to her face quite a number of times during the day she was forced to hide quickly and think of something else.
And the man. She had been left on the rooftop alone. Worrying over what was going on in the safety from her prying eyes. The human she cared little for, but Xero she didn't want to risk getting into trouble with anyone. No one who attended those parties were any little known people. She wasn't sure what importance Edward played in them, but she knew that for certain.
Once her shift was done, her mind was set. Looking up and down the street was the only hesitation she gave before Teleported in the opposite direction of her house. She made sure to land on where she knew would be his front step and just stood there. Waiting. Knocking was pointless between two Psychics. He'd know she was there.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 10:27 pm
Xero spent the good half of the morning trying to be rid of his terrible headache and the rest of it trying to figure out what fragments of memory were lost of the night. Had be blacked out again?
More toward the evening Xero occupied his mind by trying to fox the hole in his ceiling. The process would have been quicker if he had not stopped ever so often to look at that strange mirror still propped up in his room. At times he could have swore to have heard it whispering something. After the superstition vanished he would return to working on the make-shift patch.
When Prisca approached there was no usual greet from him this time. As if conveniently timed Prisca arrived just as Xero found himself staring into the mirror. It was as if looking into another dimension, familiar yet strange. Xero frowned as he tried to listen for that whisper... perhaps it was some residual of whatever happened last night.
"Search, find, reveal?" He mumbled to himself trying to make sense of what he thought he had heard.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 11:12 pm
The woman outside brushed nervously at the full skirt hidden underneath her coat. She had taken rather well to the idea of the different style on Oblivion's suggestion. The skirts the Palkia made were much better then those she saw in the stores. More like her usual style of dress. But in a skirt form. The corset took some time to get used to: So tight, it was. This, too, she had taken a shine towards. All the support and coverage-sort of-of her usual dresses, with more freedom in her shoulders and arms like she enjoyed. She couldn't stand straps of any kind, even off the shoulder loosely.
Toying with the tiny side braid over one shoulder, Prisca frowned. It shouldn't take this long. Perhaps he was unwell? He certainly hadn't seemed used to the drink.
Worry overcoming her once more, she reached for the doorknob, remembering too slow her special ability. Without much of a hesitation, she Teleported inside, aiming for the living room. It was rude to randomly appear in people's bedrooms, after all.
"Xero?" she called out, going back to nervously swiping a hand down the front of the skirt. She could feel him, just in another room, but dared not move. For fear of disturbing him if he was having a bad time with the aftermath of a drunken mind. And to be polite.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 12:34 am
"Prisca... have you truly found what you were looking for?" An alluring voice whispered in Prisca's ear.
A shadow loomed over Prisca momentarily blocking the light Shadowy tentacles stretched across the ceiling and pointed toward Xero's room. The sweet voice echoed quietly even after the shadow had vanished than left the house to its eerie silence.
Xero shook his head as if he were pulled out of a strange dream. Vanity was for fools. He thought as he pulled himself from the mirror. "Ms. Prisca?" He looked about the room for a quick hopeful minute. No, perhaps another trick?
He looked at the door. She -was- here. There was no mistaking that feeling. Without a second guess he teleported to where she was suddenly appearing right behind her. Xero was so distracted by her presence that he failed to notice a strange eye-shaped scar that appeared on the back of his right hand.
"Ms. Prisca," He spoke a little wearily, still not over the affects of the headache.
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Hoshi Lockhart Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 10:00 pm
Prisca had been rooted to the spot she stood in, barely even moving her tail when it started, again. At least, the experience was close to the same. If not more chilling to be subjected to. She remembered clearly the last time she had heard a strange voice in this house. It had never occurred to her right away, but the illusion on the beach of the friend Xero had thought he had had for years had the same voice as the moving ''apparation" when the man was sick. But this one...This one was different. Yet sounded familiar. Why, she couldn't place right now.
Nonetheless, if the woman had fur on her tail, you could be sure it was standing up on end. The hairs on the back of her neck and arm sure were.
Out of instinct, she looked behind her, missing the beginning of the shadows until she turned back around. The sight of them, so sinisterly moving in the direction of her target's bedroom, sent chills up her spine. Prisca shivered, backing up a bit....
And hitting something tall and soft. With a shriek, she spun around, raising her hand to slap at the beast behind her. Her palm connected with a chest once before she stopped and looked up into the face she loved so.
With her hand still posed up at the strike, Prisca put on a sheepish grin. What kind of Mewtwo jumped at shadows? Even if they, and the voice, was creepy and accurate.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 10:54 pm
Xero over the course of the year had grown less tense around Prisca and less on guard. When she whirled around and slapped his chest he made no attempt to dodge or grab her hand, he only looked down at her hand and blinked a moment before looking back into her eyes.
"Is everything alright Ms. Prisca?" Xero inquired a little drowsily with a wince. Seeing Prisca put a bit of a spark back in his day, however not enough to feel fully replenished and the scream certainly didn't do wonders for his headache.
His tail drooped a bit from it's normal raised pose and swayed slightly from side to side. Xero's posture was still up-right and proper for the most part, though his shoulders were rolled forward just a little. The back of his right hand throbbed a little and without thinking on the matter he had begun to rub it with the tips of his left fingers.
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Hoshi Lockhart Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 4:41 pm
The smile was instantly dropped at the wince and wariness, to be replaced with a concerned face. The arm lowered slightly to rest on his chest, the woman it belonged to rising up to look up easier in the face.
"I'm sorry," she said quickly, staying half a foot away from him. The wine was gone, or at least the affects of it were. It would do her no good to start hanging off him, again. No matter how much she wanted to hug him in compensation for just ringing his eardrum. "Not...Doing too good? Maybe you should sit down." She was about to reach for his hand when she noticed the scratching.
Not wanting to be too bold, she kept her distance, watching. She thought she glimpsed a mark every now and than. That made her feel worse. He looked tired. As was expected with someone's first experience with alcohol. The mark had her wondering what had happened out of her vision.
"Something happen last night?" Prisca asked, purple eyes still locked on his hand.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 5:35 pm
"Yes, I apologize, I find myself quite tired..." Xero spoke after a moment. It was still hard to think properly.
Xero walked around Prisca and proceeded toward his room, the closest furniture to their current position was in there and the most comfortable. His bed. He paused after walking around Prisca and looked back to be sure she was following.
"Last night... I cannot remember. Anything beyond the party is a haze." That wine had to have been a poison. Such a thing he vowed to never touch again.
Both of his hands rest at his sides giving Prisca a clear view of the eye shaped scar now embedded in red and strangely purple within the back of his right hand. The symbol closely resembled the symbol used to identify their type. Xero had yet to notice it himself. It looked to have been created recently, yet did not bleed as a gash like that should.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 7:20 pm
The woman settled back on the ground, her heels making a little clicking sound one after the other when her heels touched the floor. Following behind him with her hands held in front of her body in her usual fashion, she stopped quickly when he did, her eyes with the bit of purple eyeshadow lifting back to his own purple orbs.
Offering him a kind smile, she moved the last few steps closer to Xero to take his hand and pat it in a sympathetic way.
"Quite clear you cannot handle your alcohol well," she stated. "All you had was one. And--" Before she could continue, Prisca caught sight of the mark on the back of the hand she was patting. She had seen that before, but the placement of it was difficult. It wasn't a tattoo. That she was sure of. Not that Xero seemed the kind to just randomly appear somewhere like that drunk. He hadn't given off the same kind of crazy feel those did.
"You should go back to sleep. I didn't wake you, did I?" For now, she decided not to draw attention to the mark. Though she was sure to fail at that, as she had been staring at it too long already.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 8:16 pm
Xero's hand tightened slightly around Prisca's as she took hold of it. He didn't seem to notice the action himself as his eyes remained locked onto hers. Something about that smile was comforting, enough at least to ail the reoccurring headache he had very recently had rekindled.
"It would seem not." He spoke regretfully.
When she paused before finishing her last sentence his brow quirked and he nearly inquired his famous question. Instead he shook his head slowly.
"No, I was not asleep. Before you arrived I was repairing the ceiling-" He cut himself off as he finally caught she was starring at something with some concern. "-What-" His eyes followed hers and he was promptly silenced by what had been causing his hand to itch. The sight stirred up a very vague memory of a conversation with someone about a "Psychic Plate" and something else about "my lady".
A slight blush covered the tips of his ears and cheeks as he remembered vaguely another possessive conversation, perhaps it was a dream, he had had the night before.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 9:24 pm
Xero wasn't alone in having red on his face. As the man's hand closed tighter around hers, a flush of crimson broke through Prisca's pale cheeks. Along with an image of last night. He had taken her hand then of his own account and didn't release it for a long while. That, and this, was curious. But she didn't want to dwell on that. More important matters had arisen.
Giving his hand a squeeze back, she lowered it to dangle between them, not keen on letting go yet. "If I'd have known, I wouldn't have let you touch a single drop. Most people aren't so....Sensitive to it." Perhaps not the best choice of word against the first Pokemon weapon. Since he'd stopped reacting so strongly to her boldness, she'd let her guard down. "At least we know, now."
Bringing his hand back up, she traced the outline of the eye with her thumb, trying to place where she'd seen it.
"Do you remember this? It....I swear I've seen it before."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:05 pm
Being called sensitive hurt his mewtwo ego, but he was good at not showing it outwardly. It wasn't a lie, which made the statement all the more bothersome. Whatever he had got the better of him. Xero chose not to respond to the statement and instead took a look at his own hand.
He had seen that mark several times, though usually depicted a different way only by a few less lines around the eyes.
"It is the symbol for psychic pokemon..." He observed. His hand twitched at her touch. It didn't hurt, but created an odd tingle within the symbol.
Prisca would be able to feel a strange and ancient power coming from the symbol reacting to her own element with that same tingle upon her fingertips.
"But I do not know where it came from... I do not recall having it this morning. Though, even that is a bit of a fog..." Xero's brows furrowed. Had he blacked out again? All he could think of was that strange woman's voice.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:42 pm
By now, Prisca was used to Xero's ignorance of certain things she said and paid no heed to the ending of the alcohol topic. She had taken a guess earlier today it might be an uncomfortable one for him. Not being able to remember your activities the previous night was a worrisome and uncomfortable topic for most, but more so for someone like him. Prisca herself worried about this the first time she had alcohol. The nature of the Legend is difficult to shake. Intoxicated, anyone could take advantage of you, if done right.
"I see--Oh!" The last word was said as a little gasp, her purple mouth forming the O of the word almost perfectly. Her finger came away with a jerk. She even let go of his hand as if it had turned into a snake and bit her. Taking one step back, she kept her eyes on his hand, not sure what to be making of that. The symbol of the Psychic Type along with such a strange vibe. That couldn't be a good combination.
"You....Didn't get it when with me," she replied, looking back up at him with more concern in her eyes. Along with a trace of fear. The shadows, the strange voice, and this all sounded too close together to be a coincidence. It was giving her a cold chill back down her spine. "That I know for certain. Coffee might help you. I hear it's good for....These kinds of things."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 11:02 pm
Xero was almost disappointed when Prisca retracted her hand. He looked from the symbol to her. Again, he almost asked the uniform question and again she was saved from it by her own comments.
"Coffee?" He had heard of the beverage and even seen a multitude of people drinking it. It was not something he wanted to try himself. Even if the smell was a bit alluring. The thought of it helping with a strange scar was a little odd, perhaps there was more to this coffee that meet the eye.
Eye... Xero looked back at his hand one more time. "Perhaps..." He hesitated. "Perhaps you could pry the information from my subconscious? That is, if coffee does not do the trick."
He looked back at Prisca and lowered his hand. It did seem a bit much to ask her to drill into that labyrinth of a place, but it may give clues to where this oddity came from? ...Or allow her to find some secrets even he had purposely forgotten and tucked away. The latter, surprisingly, only brought about the fear of her changing her opinion on him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 10:39 pm
Rising back up into the air, ignoring the chills still running down her spine, Prisca raised a hand to brush at Xero's bangs. Much in the way a mother would her child when he's upset. She even went as far as to place her palm against his cheek, to cheek for temperature, taking it away once she was satisfied to hold her own hand behind her back. Her purple eyes searched his, concern still etched on her face.
"Mhm. Helps some people focus with a hangover."
At the mention of prying, the woman bit her lip. That wasn't a skill-one of many of the skills-that she was very good at. Back growing up, she had had no reason to perfect little tricks like that. Who was she going to use them on and risk hurting? She was only around two people. The thought of picking apart a random stranger's mind wasn't too appealing to her, either.
"Xero..." she started, the nerves now plainly dancing across her face. "There are other ways of remembering. You're not sacrificing your mind for me to ruin."
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