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 Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 5:43 pm
A myriad of bizarre dreams lately lead to Avior wandering around rather aimlessly in the dilapidated part of the city tonight. He wasn't hunting youma, or patrolling or such; they were not bothering him, or the people that he wished to protect, so why not let them be? Tonight the boy sought something else entirely.
With new thoughts came a new longing. A longing to be someone different. Someone with a purpose. Out of all the factions that this world had to offer, the only one he knew of to be at peace would be the Dark Mirror Court. Though he had only met one of them, an Eternal back when he was still but a Scout, he could not shake the meeting out of his mind. When all of the fear and contempt he had for his previous situation overcame him, it was only he who brought him comfort that night. The man told Avior about his 'family' about how they wished to shine light on the queen that he was supposed to serve, yet she never spoke a word.
Such an idea had been deep inside of his mind for a long, long time. And finally he had come to accept the idea, and to seek out what was right.
He needed to know more.
In saying that, it was not as if the boy knew how to contact such a group. there was something about mirrors, yes, but it was hard to remember what exactly was said about them. For now, wandering around was his best bet.
He smiled to himself for a moment, standing still behind a rather rickety old building. Who knew that he was ever going to start looking for chaos instead of running away? And he could feel a signature not too far from where he stood. Whether full of malice or not, he was not going to let it be the first one to speak.
"Come on out! I'm here to speak, not fight!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 5:41 pm
"Bold." Came an answering call, soft and relatively harmless. It was lighter for the humor that was apparent in it. Navi had felt the senshi approaching, and she'd wondered if they'd call out, at their intention. Those with strong wills posed interesting challenges, but she preferred the ones that came seeking answers rather than blood. "It is fortunate than," she mused, slipping free of the shadows at the build's edge. "That you hadn't run into some else tonight. Some one far less interested in anything you might have to say." She was a petite thing. All soft curves and willowy limps. Delicate and pale with ginger curls and a dusting of freckles. Her arms were folded across her abdomen, relaxed. Casual. Full, feathered wings framed her hips, dark as pitch. "And what was it you wanted to talk about?" She came to a stop a short ways from him, hips and shoulder leaning against the shell of the building beside them. It was empty, abandoned and gutted. Like most of the neighborhood around them. In her time she'd explored it in length, alone, and with her dear Fiyero. The only welcome choas kissed aura in Eternal Sailor Chaonis' long patrolled territory. Hazel eyes took in the other senshi's attire. The almost utilitarian design, the gauntlets. Finally she looked up to his face, meeting evening bleached blues.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 9:06 pm
"Bold? Do I honestly come out as so?" A gloved hand came up to thread itself in his own dark hair, giving the top of his head a bit of a shy scratch. Had he been expecting someone so gentle sounding? No, not at all. He was expecting someone tall and completely serious, almost like a teacher who was no-nonsense. Not someone who seemed to sound almost joyous in his unexpected announcement of himself. "If that mentioned to me before, I would have sworn you were talking to someone else.. I guess I have changed myself more so than I had originally thought."
There was indeed a change evident in the rather short youth. No longer was he constantly tilted forward, nervous and protecting himself from whoever it was that wished to cause him harm. He stood straight now, his eyes forwards towards the woman before him, rather than pointed at the ground, or worse, pointed behind him as he ran. There was never a feeling of fear when he encountered other senshi, whether or not they were Corrupted, White Moon, or Dark Mirror Court.. Perhaps it was because deep down, they were all essentially the same. Essentially equal. Well, equal at some point; the wings on the woman's hips were a well known sign to him now, that there was strength to her that he could not even fathom. Not yet in any case. Her coloring.. The wispy fabric to her uniform.. There was no real hint to what her sphere could be. Except for her tiara, which seemed to be made out of some sort of intertwined wood. maybe he could relate it to some sort of plant, but otherwise.. Nothing.
"I am Sailor Avior, supposedly from the White Moon Court, but as of recent, I am not sure where I belong." From what he had learned, there was no reason to lie. There was no one who's own person was at risk when he spoke. Atleast that was one positive thing that came from his confusion, and from his solitary existence. "I came looking for more information about the Dark Mirror Court, their purpose, what they wish to accomplish. After having my eyes opened to the futility of a war started by a queen who I have not even met, I want to find somewhere that I can actually belong. Where there is a purpose for me far more clear than simply 'destroying youma' or what not."
Perhaps, just at the very end, the boy sounded scared, more lost than he honestly wanted to admit. It wasn't wrong at all to seek such a thing out, right? Having been alone so long, having been left behind more than enough times to count, it was just natural for someone as young as he was to just wish to belong.
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