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 Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 9:44 pm
Safe zones were few and far between, Chester knew, for most White Moon soldiers. Though he, Luxor of Pluto, was managing to live a fairly 'normal' life as a civilian here within the city, he knew that many had been driven out, and could no longer return to their former home without fear of being captured or killed.
Sometimes, when he was walking down the street, he felt a small fear in the pit of his stomach. Not for himself, so much, but for his wife and the life they were building. It was sad and simple, but it was all they had, and he did not want to upset the delicate balance they had managed to find.
So why he still chose to leave his home to protect and patrol around his Carnival, or why he took the trips to the different camps and safe gathering places for Order, he did not know. If they were ever found out, they would all be killed or corrupted, and it would destroy the lives of so many more than just the soldiers present.
Still, Chester felt like he needed to be connected, in a limited way. he needed to see what was going on and just know that people were still out there, still struggling. Maybe he felt like he was just not doing enough, and he could not figure out how to deal with his guilt.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 8:52 am
When the world was ending, you had to believe that small things mattered. Small things were all they had right now, and Gigi cherished them. Sun dappling between the umbrellas of her sidewalk tables. Pleasant chatter shading into laughter. Familiar faces, still alive. And there was always coffee. The café owner moved around the outside tables, collecting cups from a recently vacated table, piling them carefully into a wobbling tower. Keep calm, and carry on, she thought. Keep calm and drink coffee. The stars had seen fit to give her such a benign power in a dangerous world. But if her presence, her little shop’s sanctuary could keep the way open for the ones who could make a difference, then that was what she would do. Hope was such a small, precious thing. Arms full of crockery, Gigi smiled at the passers-by as she wove her way back to the door. “We’re open” she called, bumping the door open with her hip and moving inside as the bell jingled. She deposited the dishes behind the counter and ducked back into her place behind the register, smile at the ready.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 10:34 pm
"Glad to hear it."
Chester walked in with his hands in his pockets. He looked around and wondered about the life he was living. They were all living. At least the ones that really knew what was going on. Everyone that could power up, but chose not to, or only were able to fleetingly. The ones that were living in the forest or elsewhere. What sort of a life was this? While some of his kind, other knights and senshi, were struggling to keep their lives even something close to normal.
And here he was, going for a cup of coffee because it was available to him. It was easy, really.
His life was strange. He married the woman he loved, though he knew she was not the most comfortable with such things, and it had taken some time to convince her. Not that he had been prodding. He silently waited, as patient as a statue, but as determined as dog for some food. He stayed in the city, he followed the rules. He was out of sight and largely out of mind. But he was not happy with it. Though he never showed it, not even to his wife, he was restless.
"How are things here?" he asked vaguely, looking around thoughtfully.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 7:02 am
Gigi glanced around too, wondering what he was looking for amid the little tables and coffee-brown booth seats. She recognised Chester, knew him as an ally, but little beyond that. He seemed a little lost. “Well you know, Godzilla hasn’t stepped on us yet, so!” she said, only half a joke. Youma were still a threat even if you were ‘just’ a civilian. “It’s good. Business is good. I was a little worried with all the government proclamations, but deliveries are still getting through. So I can still offer you coffee, cupcakes, all the trimmings!” Gigi leaned on the counter, straightening the stack of serviettes. Despite the Nega's best efforts, there were still things - and people - getting though. Small talk covered up so many things that couldn't be said directly. “How about you, how are you doing? What can I get you? On the house,” she added, because no-one was watching, and Order members were giving enough without funding her business as well.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 11:28 am
"Godzilla?" he asked blandly, but he realized it was a joke half way through asking about it. He felt silly, but he supposed he had never been good with humor. He was bland and that had only gotten worse over the years, his focus on the literal and the real making sarcasm even more foreign, when it had once at least been a feasible ally to him.
He stared at the table for a long moment, then tried to relax, another thing that often felt impossible for him.
"You know, a cupcake sounds nice. I don't think I've ever had one."
Pieces of cake, obligatory for birthdays, yes, but even that was rare. A little tiny cake in a cup or some sort of cup shaped paper wrapper? Not so much. They always seemed a bit too childish for him, even when he was a kid. Not that one had ever been offered to him when he was a kid. But if he did not start living now, trying new things when he had a small chance to, when was he ever going to do it?
It felt like they were reaching the end, and he had wasted a lot of time already.
"I just wanted to see how this place was. It's... really good, to have places like this. Where we... can come, when we feel a little overwhelmed with things." He spoke slowly and in his quiet, measured way. it made it difficult to read his tone, since his inflection remained fairly constant, but he was, despite how calm he looked, struggling with some emotional weight. Even he had a cap on what he could quietly store away in the back of his mind, though he had never seemed to hit that limit before.
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