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 Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2015 11:13 am
It made her curious, the idea of the knights of planets that surrounded earth. She had heard of others, and Castor even mentioned his own set of knights but...she had yet to meet others then Pluto or Jupiter. Ashur and Luxor were the prime examples...and her only examples of knights she knew.
And after meeting Aegir, she realized that...she had special sort of connection to Saturn, With her being a moon that orbited it. She wondered if perhaps she was...just a knight? But she didn't have wonders or anything like that.
And Ash had upgraded to her shiny senshi self so...
Ugh perhaps she should just go to her planet and get it over with!
She had pulled out her phone to press the button to whisk her off to her planet, as per the instructions from said phone....
When something popped up on her radar, a aura? Same strength as Aegir, but different. Not her problem right? WRONG! NEW PEOPLE.
She put the phone away and whisked herself to the aura instead. She over shot her running land and actually ran smack right into the aura, knocking him and her over in a tangle of limbs and body and such.
"Ow, Sorry, so sorry." She said...without any real hint of being sorry. "Not every day I literally run into someone, Hello Handsome." She began, realizing that the firm solid form was that of a man.
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 8:59 pm
Mont Blonc had more or less been minding his own business; maybe he'd sensed something, maybe he'd trailed that way in sort of the same way he'd done the night he met Aegir. This felt stronger than him, or the page was pretty sure it did... maybe it was the time spent away, but more likely it was just his own inexperience that left him so foggy. Most of his powered encounters had involved groups of powered folks, not so much on the one-on-one.
Suddenly, the power source came rushing at him, and before he really even had a chance to process this turn of events (goddamnit, Aegir had dropped in on him too; what was with people rushing him?!), he got to know the one-on-one a little too well when what was unmistakably a girl barreled into him.
Instinct kicked in, and Mont Blonc did the best he could to try and take the brunt of the fall when they went over, considering he was the one that was more than six feet of person. So he more of less tried to curl himself under her (with limited success), and more importantly, he tried to cushion her head to the best of his ability. At first, it was like he barely even heard what she said, his yellow eyes wide as saucers as he gasped out, "Oh my god, are you -- "
Then, maybe a little too late, he seemed to realize he'd fallen into a super compromising position with an exceedingly pretty girl in a tiny fuku. His stomach tightened into about fifteen consecutive knots as he tried to shift and also not to make things any more awkward. Except by trying to make it less awkward, he was sort of just making it worse. (Had she just called him handsome?) " -- okay?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2015 12:20 am
Her hands roamed. She couldn't help it as she felt the press of body against body. She was damn fond of the male anatomy, the firmness of bone and skin and muscle. Just as she was fond of the female anatomy for being soft and smooth and filling. So her hands roamed, over the vest, up to the arms, resting on his chest so she could put her chin on her arms and give the man a half lidded teal gaze.
She liked this really, in the middle of the walkways, in the dark of the night. Meeting strangers? Perhaps one of her fondest things.
Her butt wiggled a little in the air, skirt trailing even higher then it already was before she laughed.
"I am a thousand times better then a minute ago handsome, I'm Methone. Senshi of the Aurora Borealis." She moved a hand to flick his nose. "Are you a knight of Saturn cutie? That's the symbol on your outfit isn't it?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 10:10 pm
Like this wasn't awkward enough already -- he tried to write it off as settling after a rough tumble but her touches were so deliberate and foreign and not in a completely terrible way and then she was looking at him like --
Oh good god.
'Think of something unsexy. Think of something unsexy. Weirdo youma spiderman in a pink frilly dress. Going to make a huge speech in my underwear.'
Nothing was helping, and really, all the fidgeting was just making it worse, especially since she didn't seem in a hurry to go anywhere and her skirt was -- he was a gentleman, damnit, eyes averted! - he was secretly hoping the fire in his face would just go ahead and burn him up. It would be better than this.
"Oh." Oh. That's all he had was an 'oh', and his lips sort of stayed that way for a moment too long after the sound had escaped. "I, uh... y-yes, that's me. I mean - yes, " he cleared his throat and sort of smiled. Or he might have been choking. Either way. "I'm Mont Blonc - page of Saturn."
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 12:30 am
His attempts at trying to hide his embarrassment were not hidden, and thus, Methone took it as almost invitations to CONTINUE flustering the poor man.
Again, she was very happy with where she was settled at the moment.
"Oh?" She repeated after him, raising a brow with a smirk. "Has the blood disappeared from your noggin after the fall?" She shifted again, reaching up a hand to bring his chin forward.
"You have a fantastic body Monty, if you don't mind me calling you that. I thoroughly enjoy being pressed against it. Do you enjoy being a page of saturn?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 10:55 pm
In times of great distress, the mind travels to the most unpredictable places. Like, for instance, the fact that in times of great distress, the possum generally plays dead until the danger's passed. In this moment, with a beautiful girl on top of him and his very male body doing what any male body would do in a situation like this, for the first time in his life, Mont Blonc wished he'd been born a possum. It'd be so much easier to go sti -- to go comatose until she got off -- until she got bored and stood up and maybe dropped him into a deep deep hole somewhere. He could live out his days there. Defend the city from beneath. What a great life it would be.
Alas, there was no such escape for him. So he'd had to figure out his own way out. "Monty's... fine, but I'm not really, " and her breath was warm against his cheek which was sort of the least of his problems but really didn't help. Maybe if he tried to sit up. Maybe she'd sit up too and the awkward (for him) moment would be all over. "Page life is fine, too... yup, just fine... "
Hey, he was fighting for his life and dignity here. You try and find another adjective okay.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 11:29 pm
Methone was grinning now.
"No? Is it cause I am heavy?" She asked innocently.
"Would you like me to get off Handsome?" She batted eyelashes at him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 11:35 pm
Heavy? "No, no, not heavy at all, you're made of air and feathers, " because even as flustered and awkward as this was, one did not mess around when it came to a lady's weight.
"Just, um, I - " The way she said it, the way she was looking at him. Oh god, when had he started sweating? "I, um, you, I -- " Should he say yes?? No?? " -- it would probably be more... comfortable for... you if you..." Got off. Oh my god just kill him. Lightning, tornado, negaverse, something, please. What had he done in his past life to deserve this?
-- that made it sound like it was bad, oh god, no, it was just -- COME ON.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 11:45 pm
"Air and feathers handsome?" She laughed, reaching up to pat him on the cheek. "You're all hot and bothered and flustered Monty, and what you really want to say is for me to get off cause all your brain cells are dropping downwards and its hard to make conversation when you've got a pretty lady all neatly pressed against you in the right spaces right?" Methone laughed again, wiggling her way up so that her nose pressed against his.
"I love to tease, so I guess I should apologize about that." She laughed again and gave the man a eskimo kiss, rubbing her nose against his. Then she rolled off and fixed her hair, her skirt and her top.
"A little romp in the park does a girl good you know." Again with the teasing, but she was mostly doing it to keep him on his toes.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 11:00 pm
There were plenty of things he could have tried to say. But Mont Blonc decided in that moment to go ahead and embrace keeping quiet, and her hand and nose alike felt refreshingly cool against his own hot face. He swallowed hard and continued to say nothing as he slowly sat up, crossing his arms over his exposed midrift and leaning forward, still sitting on the ground and crossed his legs "indian" style. Even if she had to know why he was covering up (which was mortifying to even think about), he still had to try for the sake of his dignity and to spare himself any more awkwardness.
Still, he made sure to smile at her. It wasn't exactly a forced effort; his eyes were downcast, but that was more due to his own embarassment than any ill will towards Methone. Romp in the park; he was a fan of those too. Not so much her romp as a regular old walk. He could use one of those right now. Give him ten minutes to cool down, he'd come back just fine! "I'm - I'm sure. I mean..." He winced, hearing himself. "I mean, y-you should do what makes you happy."
The page felt better with that one. At least it was one thing he'd done right. "A-anyway, you're lucky you're cute - no apology needed, " and he meant for that to sound about ten times more charming than the words that actually left his mouth. To be fair, about ninty percent of his blood was in the one place he didn't want it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2015 4:06 pm
"Lucky I am cute then?" She laughed again, stretching her legs out. "Honey I could be a lot more then cute for you if you wanted." She didn't really feel like moving about but it seemed that the page needed something else to distract him, and though she had enjoyed flustering him up, she would've equally enjoyed conversation.
she eyed him a moment before pushing herself up and offering her hand to him.
"So Monty, tell , Would you like to take a stroll through the park?" She took a gander around, and didn't quite feel an aura's about. it would be, in general, a very relaxing walk. "I'm not fond of being alone after meeting someone, especially in our powered lives." She slid her arm through his once he was standing, making it seemed like they were a couple...in odd costumes. Very odd costumes.
"I don't think you ever got a chance to answer, or perhaps I didn't ask, but has your evening been pleasant so far?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 12:24 am
His cheeks darkened all over again when she said that, and his mind went blank, lacking any kind of good comeback to that. (Let's be honest, comebacks weren't really one of his specialties, especially in situations like this.)
Thankfully, the offered hand led to a much needed distraction from his mortification. Sheepish though he still was, Mont Blonc was still smiling as he rose. As always, he was a sloucher, his shoulders curled in such a way to betray his height. He'd filled out a little since high school, but he would always be more of a bean sprout than anything, all length and limbs.
A walk in the park; suddenly, it felt like the mood had shifted from the epitome of awkward to something out of a romantic comedy. (Actually, had he stumbled into a romcom? - this definitely felt like the plot of a romcom.) "I'd... I'd be delighted, " and even if he still tripped over his words and the red persisted stubbornly in his pale cheeks, he did not shy away from taking her arm. Something he wouldn't have done on his own, but since she'd gone ahead and made the move, he was a complete gentleman about it. "It's difficult... being alone like this, " he affirmed with a slow nod of his head.
That's what made this double life so hard, really. Lorne had always been content to sit by himself at the sidelines with a book in hand. So no one seemed too interested in talking to him. It saved him a lot of discomfort, and he didn't really feel like he was missing much. But since the dreams had brought him back here with a surge of renewed interest in life as Mont Blonc... no, he wasn't as shy as he'd been during high school. That didn't mean his tongue didn't feel heavy as lead when he found someone new. It didn't mean he wanted to jump ahead and meet people head on, sparking talks and friendships as he went. It just wasn't him.
As Mont Blonc, he didn't want to be alone. If that dream he'd had was any indication, it was the worst thing he could be. That was the sort of thing that had gotten him locked up in a padded cell. He knew what he needed, and he'd found himself wishing that finding friends and allies came easier to him.
"My evening..." A good place to start would be to quit echoing everything. He laughed softly, making a deliberate effort to look directly at her. That much, he could do. "Quiet. Ever since I came back, that's how most of my nights have been. Either quiet, or crazy." Quiet wasn't bad; he wished he was doing more, though. He wished and didn't wish he'd come across one of his own, another knight that could help him sort some things out. So such luck or misfortune, yet. "How about you? Have you had a good -- "
Mont Blonc paused, blushing again as he thought to say, "Also, sorry for -- you know."
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 2:47 pm
Wow, she could literally see the thoughts all drop away from his mind. She had never been more amused then in that moment. Not lacking for him though, as his innocence would be probably something she would forever push boundaries with.
His posture made her head tilt and though she was smaller then him, she still had to look up. Casually her arm snaked from his arm to his back and ran up the bared part of it. She wiggled her fingers against his spine.
"It is. Late nights turn into late days and it feels if I am constantly alone sometimes. It's saddening. It also lets you know that I might be a tad bit clingy-" She chuckled, as if that wasn't already evident in the way she practically draped herself over him.
It was hard not to jump the attraction she felt in the pit of her stomach. Physically, Mont Blanc was dreamy, in the sort of lanky almost man way. And you added those adorable little blushes and stuttering over words and she practically wanted to just nibble on him like the sweet chocolate he was.
Ah, but it was not to be....yet. Or maybe it could be in the future, she could only have hopes right?
"Quiet or Crazy sounds about right. Quiet most nights, a little youma here and there." She laughed, "Or a kidnapping of a large scale." Which wasn't meant to be funny but she couldn't help the awkward laugh.
Europa had told her one day not to get burnt out.
"Sorry for what handsome?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 3:50 pm
The page tried to ignore the wiggling of her fingers against his spine, but he was failing. Even if it wasn't the same as climbing all over him and feeling him up, it was still another touch he wasn't used to. The only time anyone had ever really been so affectionate with him outside of the family was the boy back in France, but even that felt so long ago now. Still, he'd gotten (sort of) used to the casual touches with Aegir - he could try a little harder not to embrace life as a tomato when it came to Methone. - that's what he told himself, but...
"I don't think that makes you clingy, " he assured her quickly, and there was a distinct look of sympathy in his yellow eyes as he looked down at her. "I... I mean, I usually hear people say 'clingy' like it's a bad thing to want to be around other people you care about. I don't think that's bad at all, especially for people like us." Lorne had a roommate, someone very kind and considerate. But because of this, all the time he spent out, he barely even knew anything about the man he was sharing a home with.
It was why he'd sort of hoped when he'd come back that he could use what tattered vestiges of connections he had in Destiny City to stay with someone like him. Another page, maybe even another of Saturn. "I left my family to come back here, " he didn't really mind confessing; it wasn't much of a secret. "When I do meet people... it's hard not to want to stay with them. So I understand what you mean."
On Mont Blonc's part - he didn't really think of himself as much of anything special. All awkwardness and limbs, at least in his own mind, he never really understood what other people saw in him if they took the time to linger. It wasn't that he thought badly of himself; he just didn't think too highly either. Aegir had this amazing compact build, and Methone - it sort of went without saying that she was beautiful. Some part of him thought that was why his only relationship had ended as suddenly as it had. There just wasn't enough to keep someone like that around.
He laughed along with her, but paused, blinking at he asked, "Massive... kidnapping? Oh god, has that happened?"
Then the apology, well. His face burned again. "For, you know. ... you know." Did he really have to explain? Please don't make him explain.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 10:35 pm
The touch was meant to have him stiffen himself up, because she was curious as to how tall he actually was. She could tell at the moment, that he had a good half a foot over her, and to be honest, that was nice. It meant she could look up into his eyes for conversation, and it would be harder for him to delve them elsewhere.
"No?" She smiled at him, truly touched a little by his words. It was hard nowadays to find people that saw the world in the same light as others. When it happened, it was pretty special. The saturn knights and moons she had met so far seem to agree a lot with her ideals, in their own way. It was comforting.
"You did?" She breathed in, looking up at him. "Was it scary?" She wanted to keep hugging him now, bring him safely into her hold. "I couldn't imagine leaving family. I have a pair of cousins around to be honest." She laughed, "Russian family is very much russian, we don't move unless in packs really."
"That has, fifteen of the order side. We lost a senshi to the negaverse. Amphitrite." Methone's hands stilled on his back, as she was brought back to the memory of the shell senshi attacking her.
"I don't know handsome, you're gonna have to tell me..." She teased, turning to stop in front of him and wrap her arms around his waist. It was a better feeling then lingering on past damage.
"Go on handsome" She urged, still teasing him.
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