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 Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2015 9:45 pm
Methone was late. The dance to open the dead to the after life had ended and she was exhausted. She still had her duties though, as the ferryman of Methone, she was required to take the ready residents that had called Methone home for a little while, to Saturn so that they would finally rest in piece.
Usually she met with one of the Saturn knights on her planet, and they would carry the people away, but tonight was special. A wonderous occasion on Methone.
"I'm sorry! I am so sorry!" She cried out as she hit the clearing, running smack dab into the saturn knight. "Oi, hey! That's a little close to me buddy." She brushed off the already small amount of clothing she wore and looked up and up. Unlike her present self, Methone in the past was a small 5'2, the smallest of the Methonions as of far. But the most special because the planet had chosen her as it's guard and personal knight. Sailor Methone.
"Are you ready to take them to Saturn or whatever?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2015 2:17 am
Mont Blonc, the page, was still tall - almost as tall as his reincarnation would one day be, standing at least six feet tall if not a little more. Traces of freckling still lingered here and there on his skin, but the lack of light on his mountain had done him no favors, leaving his skin eeriely pale, making it almost too easy to follow the line of veins just beneath the surface. His hair did him no favors, pure, shocking white and washing him out that much more, long enough to be tied back into a loose ponytail that fell about to his shoulder blades.
It was only his eyes that stood out as dark, such a piercingly dark brown that they often seemed black - although not here. No, here on Methone, the lights made his eyes a rich brown they could never be at home. It was his first time here to act as escort; though he'd been on Saturn for years already, he was still young, although it hardly showed. The harsh angles of his face and the tight line of his mouth made him seem more than he was.
It wasn't intentional. It was just simple genetics, regardless of personality, that left him looking dry and bored when he was, in fact, in awe.
'I don't have the colors, ' he thought to himself as he stared up into the sky, lamenting the dark charcoals and forbidding palettes that awaited him back at home. He would have loved to have painted this before it grew dull and faded in his mind, but --
He didn't exactly rock when the tiny girl hit him. Although he seemed as though he should have been skeletal, to fit with the theme of the rest of him, he was all lean muscle underneath his uniform. If anything he tried to steady her (it had been just as much his fault as it had been her's), but quickly drew his hands back when she remarked on the closeness. An unfamiliar surge of heat washed across his face; there were hardly many girls like Methone scampering around his mountain, beautiful and small.
'I don't have the colors, ' he thought to himself again, rather dejectedly. "Whenever you are ready, my lady, " and though his voice was rich and deep, his tone was, perhaps, a little softer than one would have guessed.
He wondered how many of the people he was escorting were his - how many of them visited Methone before taking their final journey up to his cliffs and peaks? After all, his all chose their fate.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2015 12:24 pm
She hadn't expected him to actually answer. Usually the saturn knights that visited varied, but almost nine times out of ten, they just grunted and took the beings off to their planet. She assumed it was just the way saturn knights were.
He was new to her though. His looks were nothing special, even a bit grim, but they held the elegance of saturn, and she had always admired them and their princess for it. Saturn, would always be, the only planet they held true to their hearts.
"WAIT." She yelped and then looked around. In her hurry to get here, she had completely forgotten to actually bring the travelers with her. "I am so sorry, I totally forgot to bring them with me. You have to come back with me to the city." Even though she had remarked on their closeness before, her hand would take his and start leading him from the jungle outskirts and down stone paths. Lights decorated the skies, but as she drew him closer, Music decorated the winds.
"I'm sure they won't mind a couple more hours here, but I'd hate to keep you long." She muttered as she kept his hand tight. Although she was small, she was still strong. "What's your name handsome? Or should I just call you handsome? I mean you don't have to be a Handsome, I could go with cutie, or starshine or something like that." She turned to wink at him.
FrayedFlower Methone past life is like...hyper.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 1:01 am
Mont Blonc's head tilted to a side, pursuing his lips in a way that might have seemed disapproving; really, his face just made him seem more severe than he was. In reality, he was more mildly confused and quizzical, and the only thing that betrayed him were those surprisingly expressive brown eyes. "You forgot them?" he echoed, although he hardly had a chance to finish speaking before she was tugging him away.
The rest was sensory overload for the page, really. The colors of the lights, the lush green of the jungle, the sound of music in the air. The sight of her hair swaying as she ran, her hand small and soft and so warm against his own. His heart was beating faster, and certainly not from the effort of running, by the time they stopped.
The page swallowed hard as he turned to face her, his composure unphased in spite of the flood of color in his cheeks - not only from the beautiful girl beside him, clutching her hand and peppering him with terms of endearment (although that certainly helped). The sheer life and beautiful that encircled him at every angle exhilarated him, made his blood pump and his inspiration sing.
"Mont Blonc, " and he politely regarded her, tilting his head to her like the gentleman he was. "I would not mind the wait. Your planet, it is... it's stunning. It's nothing at all like... " He trailed off, biting his tongue for even beginning to say such a thing. He loved Saturn. He loved his wonder. He did. He would never speak ill of his mountain and its purpose in the cosmos, much less his fellows and his princess.
This place, it was just so...
Pixie Nyxie Past!Methone is the best okay.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 10:16 pm
She might've cast her eyes downward but it was such a common thing that she did, she wasn't too ashamed. "I forgot them." She repeated, unfazed as she pulled him through the thickets. "Look, it's been a busy night. I had to do the dance, entertain guest AND try to remember to bring them to the meeting spot. I got a lot on my mind....Sir."
"Mont Blanc is helluva a stuff name." She never understood knights names. Though she never knew any other name besides Methone. Sometimes she wished she was something else. Other times she was grateful.
"It's meant to be." She looked out over the world, with its pretty lights, its lush forest of tropics, the glass buildings and the wind chimes all over. "If you don't mind waiting, then you can join me in getting some drinks and food. Our guest are not ready to leave." She found them quickly enough among her people. They were smiling, and it was hard to draw them away now. But soon, the drinks would settle and they'd be ready.
"Come this way Handsome." She led them to her own home, a large glass building, filled with plants and small birds, one particular came down to her. Blue and sleek, with a long thin tail feather. "This is Shiloh, be careful with her." She smiled, "She's fond of handsome men. What do you like to eat?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 1:28 am
He pursed his lips, furrowed his brow, and looked all around annoyed - even if what he was trying to say was something completely different. Who was he to criticize someone on how they did their job? The page was trying, trying to match the incarnation of Mont Blonc that came before him, but...
"I understand, " and somehow, that was how he ended up saying it instead; he didn't sound angry, but he didn't sound especially thrilled either. As though he were half-aware of this, he tried to amend it. "I mean, you senshi - you have an entire planet under your care." He couldn't begin to imagine what she must do in a day.
Her dance, though - he wondered idly what it must look like.
"It is a bit grand, " and more befitting a mountain than a man, he knew that. "I can't claim my true name is much better though." His family had lived not richly, but comfortably, and they'd given him a name of pomp and purpose, wishing the best for him. No one had guessed he'd wind up where he had. They were a family of artists, not soldiers.
"I don't mind, " and again, it was curt and to the point; he glanced at them, the guests, and felt a subtle pang in his chest to see them so happy. No one was miserable to go to Mont Blonc, no. They came willingly, knowing that their death was near and seeking redemption for unresolved debts and burdens in their lives, both big and small. His mountain eased their souls before death, yes, but not in the same way Methone did. Here, their smiles were bright and vibrant. On Mont Blonc, they were resigned and tired, usually with tears brimming in their eyes.
More than once, he'd sought them out on their trek, offered them a hand or a stroke of their hand as they passed, when the exhaustion finally gave way to peace. He was not supposed to; he was far too soft-hearted, and he knew it. It risked forming an attachment that might darken their soul upon death.
But he couldn't really - he had no qualms about death. It was part of him, his life, his planet. He just hated the thought of dying alone. If only they could have just stayed here and danced and drank until the light in their eyes finally died away.
His eyes perused the vibrant house, all of its life and color, and his lips parted, the corners subtly curled with delight. Smiles looked almost out of place on his face, although was it really an all together terrible thing to see? Mont Blonc had pale moss at its peaks, where it broke above the ashy clouds, but... that was nothing like this. He'd heard there was a beast on his mountain, but it'd be some time yet before he ever met it.
The blue bird, especially, seemed to tickle him, his odd smile brightening as he eased a bit closer, admiring her strikingly vibrant feathers. "Then, I hope she'll settle for me, " and he extended a hand gently to the creature, sparing a glance at Methone and her intoxicating little smile. "Most anything will suffice, really. - just nothing too sweet, if it's not too much trouble."
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 1:43 am
She could never think twice about the life she led, because it was all she knew. Comforting bright lights, among the darkened sky. The air filled with music and sound, the tree's dancing just like it's people did. The main Island, that Mont Blanc had come too, was the biggest of the tourist spot. The further the islands went out though, the less it became tourist, and more it be came the islanders that just...lived. Provided.
"We are the fulfillers of the final wishes. That light before the end of the tunnel. The memories you wish to remember or forget." She looked over at him. "It's hard to soothe people into accepting death, and the ones that come here, they come before battles and fights, before age and disease. They come for one final paradise, to be awed." She went about gathering different types of food, with fish and vegetables being thrown together in a pot. The smell was tangy and rich, but melded well with the sweetened air of Methone.
"Here you go. This is Milk honey juice, it has a light sweetness." She left the glass for him.
"Not much of a smiler are you, all serious and stuff. Some of the other Saturn knights weren't SO upset about staying by for a couple of hours." She sat next to him, as Shiloh took a perch on Monty's fingers. She made small chirping sounds and then hopped on to another finger. She nibbled a bit on the skin and then chirped again.
"She likes you." Methone leaned closer to Mont Blanc, right under his chin.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 2:04 am
Methone truly is a beautiful place, he thought to himself as her words, her culture, washed over him, along with a scent so intoxicating it made his mouth water. "You do a good job, " or at least, the ones who came to him must have been satisfied, for of all the things they showed, fear and regret were not among them. I would not mind this before death. He didn't say it, but he thought it, watching Methone as she flung more food into the pot. "I... admire that. What your planet does."
He tilted his head politely to her, mouthing words of thanks instead of saying them as his bony fingers curled around the cool glass. A light sweetness was right, just enough to enjoy it, not too much and not too little, smooth as it traveled from his lips to his throat. The page sighed as he lowered the glass, already half-empty, refreshed.
"I... " His pale cheeks reddened, and it was easily the most vibrant color on him. Mont Blonc looked down, a bit ashamed that he'd come off as an ungrateful guest. "I'm not upset, " he said in his quiet way, and it was the opposite, the complete opposite. "I like it here." It sounded lame and light when he said it out loud. It didn't at all capture how he felt, really. But there wasn't much to be done about it.
Shiloh, tiny and sweet like her master, hopping about his long fingers and making all sorts of endearing little sounds as she lightly nipped him, earned another smile from Mont Blonc. He reached up up with his free hand to gently, so gently, run his fingers along her feathers.
And then there was Methone, so close he could smell the sweetness of her hair and her skin, could feel subtle heat radiating off her very exposed body. The page's face, and more, burned, and he tried to pretend he could feel her breath on his neck.
"Yes, well... I like her too."
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 7:38 pm
His praise earned a smile, and she shrugged. "We try. We are pleased, when it pleases others." She would thank Methone spirits later, "Then you are blessed to come here and we are blessed to have you."
She moved quickly, like a bundle of energy. The pot shook with the ingredients being cooked, and she double checked it, before adding some herbs from various plants around her home.
"Wow, that's some color you got there Handsome." She only commented after she had joined him and Shiloh, "Are you pure?" She wasn't shy in asking, and part of their culture was to be open with themselves and others. Sharing bodies could be impersonal or personal as they wished. "you should come more often. I wouldn't mind entertaining you, if you like." She winked, turning her head to make small chirping sounds at Shiloh.
In return Shiloh answered with more shrills and chirps before breaking out into a small song. It rose in volume as Monty pet her, and then it was caught by neighboring birds, who repeated the melody.
Soon, a green counterpart flew into the home, a bit bigger then Shiloh and landed on a perch. It watched Monty with beady yellow eyes.
"That's Hunter." She smiled, "Shiloh's mate. He likes her songs. He might get a bit jealous." She held her fingers out for the green male to perch on, and he flew over, puffing his chest feathers at Monty.
FrayedFlower Have all the cute birds okay. ALL OF THEM.
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 10:22 pm
Such an interesting culture - such an interesting girl. Even just in the act of bustling around and cooking, she exuded life. He couldn't help but watch her, drawn to her light as much as that of her planet.
He made a small noise in the back of his throat that was almost, but not quite indignant, and perhaps his color intensified a little. It was painfully easy to see it on such a pale face, really. "Saturn - my mountain does not exactly - we attract certain kinds seeking to become pure, in a sense, not the other way around, " he explained rather vaguely, peppering it with a slight smile. It wasn't that he was held by a bond of purity or anything remotely resembling one. There were just no opportunities.
Mont Blonc opened his mouth to say he wouldn't have minded coming to a place like this more often - coming to her home again - seeing what she meant by 'entertainment'. But he didn't. Instead, he sat in familiar silence with a serene smile as he stroked the pretty bird. He would have shut his eyes and enjoyed the sweet sound of her song, only he didn't want to miss a thing. Any of the sounds, any of the colors, the smells, anything. Who knew if, or when, they would ever task him with ferrying from Methone again?
He regarded the brilliant green bird with wide eyes, and then laughed softly; another sight that did and didn't suit the grim looking knight. "I'm sorry, Hunter - I rather like it too, " and he simply addressed the bird directly, that hint of a smile still on his face. "But you haven't much to be jealous of, I promise you."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 12:15 am
She laughed at the idea and sobered at the same time. How lonely was it, on a mountain filled with death and rebirth? How lonely, she thought, as she looked at him, was he? Did he have lasting connections?
Did he have more then a pile of dirt and quiet souls?
He would now, meeting her. She had made friends with many knights, Neptune and Saturn the most, and she would find a way to inch her way into his attentions. It would be, not bad, if she found those attentions with physical contact.
"Don't let the offer fool you, I can show you all of Methone. We have more then pretty forest and lights. We have cool beaches and pure water. We share our culture with Alreschans, and Aegrians, some of them are littered on the main Islands, some are abundant on the smaller islands." In truth, her planet had little more then 10000 people on it that were residents. Most were tourist, passing through.
Hunter puffed his chest larger as he was addressed by not only Methone, but Mont Blanc as well. He made a shrill sound and danced on her fingers, amusing both Methone and Shiloh. Eventually the blue female left Mont's fingers, flying to her home in the higher parts of Methone's home, Hunter following soon after.
"He is forever jealous." She laughed, "Shiloh's not really one of a kind here, but Hunter has a keen eye. I have been watching to see if they nest soon." She winked, "I can let you know too and perhaps you can see them when they are born." The pot started to shake again and she went over, stirring.
"I hope you don't mind a chowder." She dished up the soup, "It's the easiest to make and I don't completely fail at it." In fact it was her best dish. Her best and ONLY dish. She held the bowl out for Mont Blanc.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 12:35 am
Lasting connections? In a sense. All those knights to serve Saturn and its princess shared a bond, although some took it more seriously than others. For his part, Mont Blonc took it all very seriously. For all intents and purposes, he considered his fellow knights as family, precious and sacred.
However, family was not always close. Some wonders, like his, were distant and without much reason to come or go. Letters were easily sent, of course, but he hardly knew what to write, and it simply wasn't the same as sharing a room with someone. Just as sketching in a world of charcoals was not the same as being engulfed in a watercolor.
"You could?" Although he often came across as uncaring, there was a noticeable edge of hopefulness to his voice. Again, Mont Blonc loved his wonder more than his own life, and even in his own mind he constantly defended it. It was awe-inspiring to see, and its purpose in the universe was a beautiful one. But in his own way, he still longed for color, for flavor, for dance, for song - for companionship - "I have never been swimming, " he admitted, a bit candidly.
Mont Blonc could not help but chuckle under his breath as the pair flew off, although Methone's offer - "I would love to, " he answered without hesitation. A birth instead of a death. If he were allowed to return, if it would be alright, he could only imagine how inspiring it would be.
The page took the bowl carefully, and by chance, his long fingers brushed against her own as he took the bowl. The rush of whatever it was flooded him again, although he did not blush this time - yet. "I happen to love chowder."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 12:46 am
She watched his face mostly, because it was, maybe not to him but her eye, the most expressive. His body was a stiff riggedness, but his face sometimes stopped and moved to his true thoughts. So she watched it as he was offered the visit to include more then just her home.
"We have an underwater city, right under this island, and it's surround by the dark luminous deeps of our ocean. We have large sea creatures, small fish. Underwater plants you would not see anywhere else. The Aegrians built it for us, in trade of our sun stones." She jumped up and then disappeared, leaving her half empty bowl of chowder on the small glass table near them. She returned with various rocks that were dull at the moment. "You rub them together, and they produce heat and light like a very dim sun. They are perfect for greenhouses here since our planet is forever only lit by the Aurora's." She set them down for him to feel, and if he touched them, they'd be warm, like stones that had been in sun for a long time.
Her bowl was forgotten as she saw pleasure and happiness come over his face and smiled. Even the most serious found something happy here, and it pleased her that Mont Blanc was no different.
"Good. I will contact you the minute they do. Breeding season is almost upon us and the forest will be alight with all their singing." She laughed, "It's a wonder for the people coming here, a bit annoying to the residents since it happens at all times of the day for almost a month straight." Shiloh would be no different.
Their hands brushed as she handed the bowl over, and though they had passed the moment, she was muling over it now. There had been something. A spark of interest from her. She studied Monty longer.
"Do you have someone you are courting?? A wife?" She waited, "Or do you perhaps swing the other way?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 1:05 am
His lips parted in muted awe at the mere notion of an underwater city, trying to piece together the vivid description she was laying out before him. Next time - if there was one - he had to remember his supplies, but no, no - no, he simply didn't have the right ones, blacks and grays would do nothing to capture the magic and whimsy of this place -
He snapped from his thoughts as she jumped up and out of sight, only to return moments later with several rocks in tow. Although they were plain to look at, when his fingers grazed them, his eyes widened and his stomach did a small flip of excitement. "Could I try it?" he asked, because he had no idea of what kind of heat or friction went into rubbing two such stones together. "Rubbing them?" Naturally, there was no such thing on Mont Blonc - well, that he knew of, anyway. Certain people did bring treasures with them to carry until the end, when they were simply lost to mounds of ash alongside their owner's remains and considered to be part of them. Who knew what was up there that Mont Blonc would never have the chance to see?
The chowder was actually delicious - he gave a contented hum as he sipped away at it, undeterred by the heat. Everything tasted fresh, less like the supplies that were delivered to his mountain. Nothing really grew there, after all. "I can't imagine that song ever growing old, " he mused out loud, sparing a glance upwards. If he could only bring it with him. - but no. No bird would be happy there, and he wouldn't dream of making such beautiful creatures miserable.
The question took him enough by surprise that he sputtered a bit on his soup, although he recovered his composure fairly quickly, wiping a trace of the chowder from the corner of his lips. "N-no, I mean - there is no one, " and he couldn't help but to answer honestly. Again. Mountain of death. Didn't leave much room for courtship, never mind a significant other. (Although part of him wouldn't have minded someone else there to wake up to - but no.)
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 1:16 am
"Sure! Those are small ones, so they won't...blind us or anything." She really loved seeing his expressions, because they were so...new. Because this seemed new to him. Beauty and Color seemed...so new to him.
She had only been to Saturn a couple of times, but each time she had gone, she had been treated to the castle. While dark and a bit grim, it still held a sort of warmth to it. Was his wonder no different?
"You couldn't but thats because you haven't been here your whole lifetime." She had ventured once, when she had been younger. To Flora, and to Castor. Even had been intimate friends with the two. But now she was the heir and ferryman of her own planet. There was, she thought, duty among the pretty.
His sputter delighted her though and she clapped her hands. "That's a real damn shame Handsome, but also, really pleases me." She leaned over closer to him and smiled widely. "You should let me court you at some point." She winked and then fell back to smile. Her gaze falling outside before she jumped up again. "Oh no! OH. ITS BEEN MORE THEN A HOUR." She laughed and then pulled him up. "I'm sorry! You can't finish your chowder." She started to push him out. "Here bring the sun stones. Those can be my gift to you for coming today, but the guest are ready!" she could feel them, waiting for them. "Here we go!"
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