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 Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 2:37 pm
Throwing stones at a library window would probably be considered rude, was the thought that ran through Valhalla’s mind as he realized he was a little too late to make it into the doors before they locked. It had been a while since he’d spoken to Tony, and while he avoided him mostly due to his own shame at his behavior during their last encounter, he knew that if anyone else had some kind of idea, it would be him.
Or maybe they would both be clueless, but at least they’d be able to comfort each other in their worries...?
Unless Tony thought poorly of him now that he’d seen Valhalla’s... more immature side...
The knight of Jupiter winced at his own recollection of how he and Zia had fought that night, months ago, and how Camelot had been caught up in the crossfire. It wasn’t something he wanted to relive ever again, and hoped that Tony would understand...
Even still, Valhalla swallowed thickly in an attempt to rid himself of his nervousness as he spotted a window on the top floor, and the light that shone through.
“Tony?” he called a few minutes later as he let himself in through the door they’d used what seemed like ages ago for their meetings. He didn’t see the older man immediately, and hoped his presence wouldn’t cause too much of an issue...
But as he stepped down on what should have been the makeshift stair for the entrance, Valhalla’s foot slipped on what must have been a pile of books, a crash from a lamp as its cord got pulled, and the flurry of the knight’s short cape as he went toppling to the ground with everything he’d disrupted.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 3:08 pm
Tony was busy at work in the library, as he always was. Though the routine was familiar, he could still say he enjoyed the work. He could do different enough things throughout the day that he did not fall into too much of a rhythm if he did not want to, and that was key for him to keep his attention and his mood up.
Even if the task itself was kind of annoying.
He was just shelving tonight, not too bad a task and no customers to annoy him. Just the quiet evening and the peace of the library. Some might think it was creepy, but not Anthony Darrow. Or maybe he was just used to far more creepy things, so this was easy for him to process. He knew nothing was in the shadows, and was confident there would be no attacks, not here in the safety of his precious library.
He nearly leaped out of his skin when he heard the crash and resulting thumps. His heart was no where near where it was meant to be, he discovered, when he tried to swallow and was pretty sure he could feel it blocking his attempt. Drawing a haggard gasp, he powered up instinctively and moved toward the wreckage of a lamp and some books.
"Valhalla! What are you doing?! You scared... you scared the poop out of me." He started laughing by the end of it, relief flooding over him, though it was hindered by that strange sensation that had been bothering him recently. His shield was in its place, at rest on his arm.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 3:44 pm
"Sorry! Sorry," Valhalla gasped as he removed himself from the pile as carefully as he could. The lamp may not be completely totaled, but he would definitely be needing to replace the bulb. The books on the other hand... well, other than a few having been opened in their decent, they didn't seem too beaten up. The knight kept his head down as he pulled the books together, stacking them up as they had been, although probably not in the order in which they'd once been.
"Sorry," he mumbled again, suddenly feeling all the more self conscious now that he was face to face with someone he considered a friend and irreplaceable ally. Face to face with someone he'd treated with less respect than he deserved, especially after all the times Camelot had helped him out.
"I... really... I'm sorry... ah, for scaring you too, but... for... when we last..." He could feel the heat rise in his face, wondering if this was a good idea or not. This obviously wasn't why he'd decided to break into the library. There were much more pressing matters at hand, namely the strange anxiety he felt as the compass rested against his side.
But even if he'd wanted to talk about the compass and the strange feeling it brought with it, he felt as though he shouldn't do anything, especially seek advice or help, before he'd had the chance to apologize.
"I... lost my temper. Zia's been my best friend since I was a kid, so our arguments can get a little rough, but... I didn't mean to drag you into it... I'm sorry..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 4:15 pm
Camelot moved to try and help him, though it seemed Valhalla wasn't hurt from the fall. Hopefully not, anyway. Camelot hadn't asked and felt immediately guilty. He could see, at least, that the lamp would never be the same again. It had suffered heavily and it was gone.
"Oh, don't worry about it. I can clean up the books, that's what I do anyway."
Really, he'd seen customers make a bigger mess than that, and they weren't falling out of control. They were just being lazy jerks.
When Valhalla began to speak, Camelot tilted his head, then smiled and sighed. He patted the younger knight on the shoulder lightly. It was easy to say, to tell someone else, not to worry about something but in truth he was feeling his own anxiety and stress, though it was not related to their run in from before. It was all fairly recent and new, and as far as he could yet tell, without a source.
Which just made it more vexing because he didn't know how to fix it.
"Don't worry about that. I understand what that's like. Well, I think I do, anyway. There have been times when I've been arguing with Nathan and taken it a bit too far..." He sighed at the thought, then shook his head. "To be honest, I've ah... I've been a little distracted recently, just with. Well. A strange feeling. It's hard to explain."
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 4:30 pm
Valhalla kept his head lowered as his shoulder was patted, still feeling guilty, but as Camelot continued to speak about a strange feeling, the knight looked up. It was why he’d wanted to meet up with Camelot in the first place, wasn’t it?
“I’ve been feeling that too... I feel... kind of anxious, I guess... I’m not really sure.” The more he tried to explain it, the more he realized how silly he sounded, and he shifted awkwardly on his feet as he attempted to make more sense of everything.
“Whenever I touch my compass, it’s.... that’s when I feel strange. I don’t know if it has anything to do with that, or if it’s something else, but...” he hesitated, wondering what Camelot had to say about it, and if it was not just the two of them. What could it possibly mean?
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 11:47 am
Camelot nodded his head, looking at his own shield and frowning at it. Usually, the weapon felt like an extension of his own being, not just a limb but as a part of his spirit, tied to his magic in a way that he couldn't really put words to, since the magic was a part of him as well.
So when something was off in the whole dynamic, something was really off.
"I don't know what's going on with it, but I think it's not something we can figure out without a bit of digging, or just waiting for it to reveal its nature. I'm not sure I like it, whenever something like this happens..." Not that this, specifically, had happened, but similarly strange events that were usually portents to something much worse.
But he'd adopted the idea that they would be able to feel their way through it, and whatever happened would happen, it was just for them to be as prepared as possible. That included not freaking out.
"I had the idea that this was some sort of warning, but without anything happening, it's difficult to really understand. I've been meaning to go back to my Wonder and see if there are answers there, but I haven't had a chance yet. It's... strange. And even more so that it seems like every knight is feeling it."
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 8:15 am
With his desire to talk to Camelot about what was going on, he’d completely forgotten that there were other knights he knew that could discuss the same problem with him. Camelot’s experience was such an obvious answer that he’d completely forgotten about his own brother.
“So... others have been feeling something strange, too?” he wanted to confirm, hoping he wasn’t just assuming what Camelot’s words meant.
It was all so strange. He didn’t feel threatened by his weapon, but... it was definitely something to keep an eye on.
“Hey... what... does your magic do...?” he asked suddenly as he turned the gyrocompass in his hands, watching the center remain horizontal to the ground. Sometimes he felt like his own magic was useless, aside from being a distraction. Maybe he wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 11:37 am
He nodded his head, pondering it. For them all to be experiencing the same thing, it had to be something important. If only it would not be so subtle about it...
Or so ominous.
He looked surprised by the next question, though, frowning thoughtfully. He did not use his magic very much, all things considered. He had the power of the Terra Viridis crystal to aid him, and he used that a bit more often. But even that was a last resort. Really, he focused on using his shield as a shield, and trying to avoid fights all together.
"Ah, well. It's mostly just an extension of my shield. It protects at a greater area, though most of the time just the shield is enough. I don't think I've ever used it more than... once or twice, honestly." Not many of their enemies had attacks that had a larger range than what his shield could handle on its own, after all.
He didn't count it as a bad thing, though. He'd certainly not complain about not having to defend others from potentially large and deadly attacks.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 12:30 pm
Valhalla nodded to show that he understood, or was at least trying to understand. It was difficult not to be curious in the crystal he spoke of, although it wasn’t the first time he’d heard of it. Maia had gone into some details about her own crystal and what it did, so he was glad that Camelot, who just had a shield, had something more with which to protect himself.
He nodded once more, glancing in turn to his own ‘weapon’, or at least the object that channeled his magic. “I hope things will settle soon,” he said, glancing back up at Camelot with a small, half smile. “Thanks for letting me talk things out with you...” he said and then hesitated, as if debating on whether or not he should continue, before forcing himself to muster up the confidence.
“If you ever need help with anything... I know I can’t do much, but I’d like to try... I’ll keep my temper in check, if that helps,” he promised, his voice sheepish as he tried pushing the guilt he felt out of his mind. Lithia_Brandon I think we could wrap it up in the next post or two! <3
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 3:02 pm
"No problem," Camelot said with a smile, nodding his head and not thinking he needed to be thanked. he was more than happy to talk to Valhalla, knowing that there were plenty of things that baffled him, Camelot, and were easier to deal with when talked through. He kept far too much, in fact, to himself.
"Don't worry about it, honestly. Sometimes I need someone to give me a dose of reality. I think we keep each other in balance better than we give ourselves credit. I'm here for you, and I know I can trust you with anything. And I appreciate that. I always have, and I always will. We don't have to agree on everything, and sometimes it's better when we don't."
He chuckled, reaching out to pat Val's shoulder lightly, leaving his hand there for a moment and then he put his hands back down at his side.
"Try not to worry too much. We'll figure things out."
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 8:53 am
”I’ll try not to,” he promised with another nod, moving away from Camelot now that their conversation seemed to have come to a close. There were still many things worrying him, but they’d figure things out.
At least for now they could take their time with trying to figure some things out before the next big disaster.
Valhalla, careful of the books, stepped back up onto the table to climb up through the window. He didn’t want anyone to suspect Tony if they happened to see him exiting through the front — going through the window was the best way to keep them both safe from prying eyes. Hopefully Camelot would understand that.
“I’ll see you around then,” he said with a half smile as he left.
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