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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 12:48 am
No, Wilson wasn’t unobservant. Whenever he attended pod duty he would always gaze at the screens filled with doll-like faces because really, there wasn’t much else he could do. A certain familiar face hadn’t escaped his keen eye. He knew Elliot. He remembered his upperclassman very well. It was easy to remember which screen displayed Elliot’s face because it was one of the few he actually recognized out of the sea of sleeping candidates. It was also easy to notice when a certain face had been replaced by another. There were two conclusions he could draw from this. One, Elliot was dead. Two, Elliot was awake.
He hoped it was the latter, but he wasn’t going to go knocking on trainee doors just to see if one of the dorms was occupied by a college friend.
But Elliot would have to train with his weapon at some point, so Wilson paid a visit to the training fields. He kept his weapon unsummoned while he kneeled beneath a stray tree. The hunter wore his favorite and iconic hoodie even Elliot couldn't forget while he examined the fields for a new yet familiar face. He could hope, but his brows were knitted together with doubt.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 9:12 pm
Elliot walked into the training grounds. He fingered the metal keychain that hung off his belt. It was a tad heavy, but in the past few days he'd come to think of the weight as comforting. He was aware of a contented hum in the back of his mind. The sharing minds thing took a little to get used to. Maybe it'd be more annoying if Falks made snide little comments, but as it was, his partner was perfectly amicable, if not a little talkative. As far as things went, this wasn't bad at all.
I do /not/ talk too much.
He chuckled. "Yes, yes you do."
Falks hmph'd and in his mind, Elliot imagined a giant bear turning its back on him. Of course, Falks wasn't a giant bear. He was a bear-head keychain and alternatively a weird gun-sword combination that he had been itching to test. But as he was walking, Elliot thought he noticed something familiar. He turned back. Sure enough, sitting beneath a tree was an all too familiar hoodie. He felt a grin spreading along his face. The chances weren't high but if it was who he thought it was....
"Hey, Wilson! Is that you sulking over there?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 2:09 pm
At some point, the death hunter had leaned back until his head was pressed against the tree and he was staring up at the pine needles. He yawned and closed his eyes. No, Elliot probably wasn’t awake. He had probably been disposed of somehow because the island did that every once in a while. It only had a certain amount of resources and the lab could only maintain so many pods as many joined the sea of sleeping faces.
Maybe the mist hunter would be unsurprised to find his kouhai old classmate dozing the day away like he often did during college. But a familiar voice calling out to him jolted him awake and he sputtered, “What? Huh? I was just…”
The rest of his excuse died out as he looked up and grinned back at Elliot. “You know, I never took you as the hunter type, but I’m glad you woke up.” Please, just don’t go back to sleep. He brushed the specks of dirt off his palm as he stood up and reached out for the other man’s hand. “Have you done much on the island yet?” Already he could imagine where the conversation would eventually lead to and his stomach twisted into knots. No, please don’t.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 4:21 am
"Haha, is there anything in this world that I can't do?"
A friend of yours? Falks inquired, apparently forgetting all his previous vrievances at the mention of this friend.
< Yeah, an old friend. >
Hmm.
Elliot was grinning too, that stupid cocky grin of his. It felt unexpectedly good to see someone he knew. Plus, Wilson never went anywhere without Emmaline, or was it Emmaline never went anywhere without Wilson?
< I think I'm gonna talk to Wilson for a bit, sorry old man. >
Falks did not reply, but Elliot knew that his partner/weapon/thing didn't mind. It was hard to explain why or how he knew, he just did. He walked toward Wilson until he stood over the boy.
"Though I could say the same for you. Never imagined you'd be into weird s**t like this. And I never expected you to be able to go anywhere without hanging off of Emma's coattails."
He turned to look around. The brunette was nowhere to be seen. How odd.
"Speaking of Emma, where is she?"syusaki hang in there wilson-chan ^q^
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 10:34 pm
“Do you really want me to answer that?” he wondered as he quirked an eyebrow and grinned. [Is this kiddo a flirt too.] Well… [Why do ya attract these kinds of people, I swear to Jack…]
Wilson laughed and opened his mouth to begin a reply. “Hey now, if I could help others somehow I wouldn’t mind doing any—“ He stopped suddenly, but the smile on his face remained fixed. The hunter seemed more subdued as he spoke up again, “In the end, we’re still two different people.” But she was the half he still wondered if he would ever see again.
The other hunter began to look around, which gave Wilson the opportunity to glance at the clouds drifting across his coat. Ah, so he was in mist just like Em. The corner of his mouth twitched, unsure whether that was good or bad. Perhaps both.
He tried to keep smiling pleasantly. “She’s…” Wilson struggled to grasp the right words. “She’s not here at the moment, and I don’t know when she’ll back.”Minsuil His kokoro is brokoro uAu
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 8:18 pm
"Don't joke around, you can't think of anything." He said with a chuckle.
Though they were still bantering, Elliot didn't miss the change in Wilson. The dulling of his eyes, the shifty glances, the forced smile. He knew something was wrong. The smirk grew stiff on his face when he realized what had been nagging at him before. Wilson hung onto Emma's coattails, but then, Emma had never been one to leave Wilson either. They were like two peas in a pod, nigh inseparable.
"Hey," he said, staring straight at Wilson, "Wilson, where's Emma? What do you mean she's not here anymore?"
The smirk had all but fallen from his face. Elliot's eyes were sharp, and there was a darkness in them that seemed completely at odds with the cocky man who'd been there just minutes before.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 8:31 pm
“Hey, I was not a bioengineering major for nothing.”
Wilson could see the look in the older man’s eyes. He couldn’t fool him. Of course he couldn’t. They had known each other years; Elliot was more observant than the other hunters. They didn’t know Wilson like Elliot did. Seeing no use in upholding the façade, he dropped the smile and let his mouth curl into a soft frown.
The mist hunter stared at him, but Wilson could only stare past Elliot. There was the look in Elliot’s eyes again, the dark look that glinted behind his glasses. Wilson answered quietly as he hands curled into fists, “She was sent off island to another base and then…” Hesitation. A flicker of doubt and caution. “Her pod is a couple rows behind yours. I know the general location of both of yours.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 8:01 pm
The moment Wilson's facade fell, Elliot knew that things were worse than they seemed. He tried to control himself, tried to control his anger, because Wilson had sworn. But the more the other man said the more control slipped through his fingers. Before he could speak, before Wilson could explain anymore, Elliot's fist was curled into his collar and he shoved Wilson hard against the tree, held him there barely seething.
"What the ******** did you say? You let them hurt Emma? Hey Wilson, say that again, I don't think I heard you clearly."
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 9:48 pm
It was only the pain of being rammed against the tree that surprised Wilson. Lips were turned into a frown as he stared past Elliot, the anger boiling beneath his skin. This was why he tried not to swear, not to promise, because the loftier the promise the more it begged to be broken one way or another.
“I said,” he began bitterly. Was it him, or was that the sound of a heart breaking? Two, perhaps? “She’s not hurt, she’s asleep,” he corrected. Wilson felt a sharp, brief spike of indignant anger. No, he would’ve never let them hurt Em as long as she was in his sight, but she had been shipped to another base, out of reach. But he couldn’t even find the will to tell that to Elliot. As if he would’ve listened.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 7:22 pm
"Yeah? She's just asleep? Tell me Wilson, she sleeping in one of those ******** up pods in that ******** up basement? Why don't you tell me who put her there?"
Bullshit. Totally entirely one hundred percent ******** bullshit. Elliot didn't believe a single word. Wilson, Wilson had promised to keep Emma safe. That promise didn't mean "whenever Emma is near me" or "whenever I can". That promise meant all the time, every time. Perhaps, if Wilson had been hurt, had broken half a dozen ribs, his arm and his nose, perhaps then Elliot could find it in himself to forgive him. But what Elliot couldn't forgive was this; Wilson standing in front of him unhurt, with nothing but a wounded ego and a whole lot of self-pity.
It was disgusting. He thought of Emma, lifeless in a stupid metal pod, and Elliot felt only anger. That was not the life she had wanted.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 8:04 pm
Wilson almost couldn’t hear Elliot’s voice over the sound of Gramps, louder and more manic than usual. It almost sounded like the catoblepas had lost the rasp in his voice as he hissed. [You don’t need him. Can’t you hear? He’s going to betray you. Just like how you left Emmaline. The past has come back to haunt you—] His face paled. Stop it. It had been so easy to ignore the frantic murmurings of his weapon. He was beginning to forget when this had happened, because the weapon hadn’t always been like this, but tuning him out had been simple enough.
Except now. The corner of his lips twitched when he pressed a fist to the side of his head. “If you want us both dead, go ahead.” The words tumbling out of his mouth barely sounded like him, only the casual tone seemed similar. “And then you can be by yourself, wondering why you traded everything—” His face contorted, a mixture of frustration and grief. “—for war and rotting corpses.”
He didn’t even want to wait for the inevitable cutting remarks, not when his own were already swirling in his head. [FailureWeakDisposableTraitorTraitorTraitor—] Both hands clutched his skull as he walked toward the other side of the tree as the soon to be king went mad.
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 10:47 pm
He didn't know what was going on. Elliot stared as Wilson backed away, as Wilson rambled about Kings and corpses, as Wilson pushed himself into the tree, as Wilson walked away. Whatever was going on, it wasn't something that Elliot could comprehend. Was Wilson talking to him? Was Wilson talking to something else? Perhaps Elliot had crossed the line and stirred a well of hate (or insanity) deep within Wilson. His actions made no sense in comparison to the Wilson that Elliot had known before. But then he had to remind himself that the Wilson that Elliot had once known would have never let anyone hurt Emma. This Wilson, the one in front of him, was not the one he had known. He was pretty sure it was not the one Emmaline had known either.
Elliot watched, and then he did the cruelest thing he could. He walked away.
Are you sure this is what you want?
Yes, he thought, I'm sure.
The weapon said no more.syusaki how's that for a touching reunion? hollow laugh
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