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 Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 11:23 pm
Methone KNEW something was up when she felt a giant burst of negaverse energy all gathered in one location. At first she couldn't pinpoint it, because it practically seemed to move at the speed of a train.
But when she finally found the area where it was, it didn't make sense because not a single soul was around. Then it moved and she was back on the hunt. Eventually it joined another surge of energies, including, it felt like, two princes/esses and multiple other order units.
She was about to text Aegir and Mont blanc about the disturbance when Monty's message popped up on her screen. She almost fell off the building when she read it and then was shooting down into the nearest subway exit. The minute she saw Mont blanc, she ran to him and pressed the cell phone button, warping them from earth to her planet.
"TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!" She looked at him, holding his cheeks and checking his body for injuries, noting the pinkened skin. Luckily the glow of her marks meant she could pump him full of energy so that he could heal faster.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 11:48 pm
Mont Blonc was just stumbling his way from the station, exhausted in a lot of ways from that whole mess - from the lingering soreness of the acid, from the encounter with Ploutonion, to the captain and the general taking him away, the train, the people, the -
Then abruptly, a surge of familiar warmth was before him and he caught sight of Methone darting towards him. He had just enough time to widen his eyes in wonder, and in the blink of an eye, the station was gone. There they were on Methone, the planet, and his girlfriend had her hands on his face, looking up at him with eyes full of worry.
The shift was so abrupt, so sudden, he didn't know what felt like more of a dream, this or the train. Though the later was more of a nightmare. "I - I - " The newly minted squire of Saturn stood there, trying to find the words, wrapping his arms lightly around the glowing senshi. "I was - I was taking the train and - things were strange and - the negaverse was there, and then the train became - Ploutonion was there, and - "
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying, trying so hard to keep it together, but once he choked out one sob, the rest followed, tears pouring hot and fresh down his face. "Oh god, Methone, I lost him. Again. He was still him, he was still - h-h-he - he didn't want - they t-took him again, I - I couldn't do anything, again, I - " His voice wasn't loud; if anything it was getting quieter, more fractured, more achingly sad. "He w-was right there and I - I - I finally have magic, and - and I couldn't do anything, I - I'm so sorry."
The squire didn't even know who he was really apologizing to, Methone or Ploutonion.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 11:34 pm
She was still checking him, drawing open his new more complicated uniform before her eyes widened.
"You're stronger!" She looked at him, then up at his face. The strength though, she saw, wasn't enough for him to accomplished the goal he had been attempting. She held him tightly and then sighed.
"Oh Monty." She ran her fingers over his face, over his arms. Anywhere she could reach....
"Don't be sorry..." She whispered, "It wasn.....t....Oh Monty, it wasn't the time yet. It wasn't yet to be..." For every touch she caressed over him, he would feel the warm glow of energy slipping into him. This is why she needed and used her transcendence. One day, she wanted it to be to bring Plou back.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 11:48 pm
Not strong enough, he thought to himself; soon, maybe, he would be able to take some happiness, some pride in the fact that he'd done something right, that his wonder saw fit to reward him, that there was maybe a chance for him to be a good knight after all.
Not now, though. Right now all he could think of was Ploutonion's face before he'd been taken away. Even as he shut his eyes now and felt the warmth seep into him, better than hot chocolate on a snowy day, tilting his face into her caresses almost needily, he couldn't unsee it. "He's still him, " he whispered, opening his eyes again to look at her. "Ploutonion, he's still the same person he was before, the - the corruption, it - it didn't change him. He doesn't want to be there. He was right at my fingertips and I still - "
The squire drew in a long, shaking breath, blinking furiously because he was done with crying. "He tried to help me. They saw him pull me off the train. - he's in trouble, Methone, they've been hurting him, I could see it, he's - we need to find him."
It killed him because he knew it wouldn't be today. There was nothing they could do for him right now. It killed him because any fresh bruises of Ploutonion's body would be his fault.
Abruptly, he clasped her hand and took it tight, holding it against his cheek - and even if he didn't say it (did he have to?), he felt a surge of awful, terribly selfish relief that Methone was safe. That nothing like that could ever, ever happen to Methone now. That she would never slip away from him like that. He couldn't have taken it if she did, he couldn't - just Ploutonion hurt bad enough. If they took Aegir, if they took Methone, if they took anyone else, he'd -
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 1:15 pm
Some part of Methone wanted to believe that Plou was still the flirty and fun Knight of Saturn that had been once part of their group. That was still the knight who had been friends and they had cared enough to be angry about his corruption. Forced corruption.
Another, darker part of her wanted to know if it was all true? That maybe Plou had accepted Negaverse and thats why he did the things he did? Maybe it was because of her disappearance to death planet, that made her more wary. More scared.
"We will. We can't find him though...if you are like this." She was talking about his injuries and well...his state. Mentally. If they were going to try and save Plou, everyone needed to be of clear mind.
"Promise you won't...go rushing after him?" She stared at Monty. "I don't...I can't lose you..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 8:16 am
"I know." His gaze dropped and he sounded achingly sad when he said it. Of course Mont Blonc knew that. He knew it, and even if it killed him that he couldn't do a thing now, that Ploutonion was back beyond their reach again, back in the negaverse's harsh, abusive hands. What if they broke him, between then and now? What if Mont Blonc's attempt to save him had ultimately damned him when Ploutonion tried to return the favor?
Let's be honest, "I'd only do more damage if I rushed after him now, " and at first his words were surprisingly harsh, not directed at her - never, ever at Nadia - but at himself. It was when Methone said she couldn't lose him that he looked up, that he found a tentative smile and tugged her closer, resting his cheek against her hair. "I will never leave you, Methone - Nadia, and I - I'm so glad - I'm so glad they can't take you away, I - I love you so much, I - "
It wasn't totally like him to be bold, even if he'd been getting more and more comfortable with Nadia, but there was undeniably something like boldness to it as he eased back a little, tilting her chin with his fingers so he could lean down and kiss her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 10:23 pm
"Monty please." She pleaded with him, sounding for once, very weak.Very concerned. If anything were to happen Mont Blanc...to Lorne. She wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone in the negaverse to bring him justice (or home.)
"Damage to yourself, yes. Damage to him. However they are keeping him, we will do less by making sure that he doesn't recognize us or any of his friends...here." She held his cheeks and then reached up to kiss him back, It was needy and desperate.
It mirrored his boldness and demand.
"I love you too. I love you so much." she clambered up on him and kissed him more. "Monty...Monty...did you see anyone else on the Train?" Like Scholomance...Aegir?
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 8:08 pm
He felt and saw the concern radiating off of her, and a twist of guilt was enough to snap him from his bout of frustration and upset, his gaze softening as he slid his hand down her arm with a shaking sigh. "I'm sorry, ma chérie." Because he knew that hearing him utter terms of endearments in French delighted her.
To feel her so needy and desperate when she had always been so strong made him slip an arm around her waist, drawing her closer and kissing her more deeply - yes he was fine, yes he was going to keep being fine - there were so many other people who needed that concern more than he did.
He held her easily, arms both encircled around her now as he shook his head. "No, no, not on the train, I - I think Scholomance might have been outside of it? - I heard from him once but we never crossed paths. I saw no sign of anyone else I knew." Bar Eurydike, he'd seen a flash of two of him out of the corner of his eye as some other knight had carted him out, but he didn't think Nadia knew him.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2015 10:52 pm
"I know, I'm sorry too, I don't want to be so clingy Lorne." She held him and reveled in the small things. Like his words, the small pet name uttered in french. The solidness of his form with her.
"Good. Good." She held him tight. "I can't lose any of you, you know. Now that I have you. It's hard to even think of doing it." She nuzzled into his neck.
"Come with me. My planet....me...We can heal you." She reached over, brushing a piece of hair over his face. "We can take all the pain away."
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 3:48 am
The squire laughed - he didn't completely mean to, and no, he was not laughing at her apology, but rather - "You? Clingy? - Nadia, " and it was safe to use their names here, where no prying, dangerous ears lay in wait. It felt more personal, more real. "No, Nadia, no. If anyone here is clingy, it's me - you're just - you care about me, please, " he leaned in to kiss her temple. "Don't feel you need to apologize for that."
The others were more worth worrying about. The thought was there, before Mont Blonc could stop it, although he was wise enough not to say it. He didn't think he was exactly wrong, though. His friends had come to his aid so many times, and how many times had he failed to do the same for them? He was not dangerous. He was not a target. Even when they'd been whisked away to the dead planet, that had been - he'd been part of a package, not someone singled out for his contributions to the war.
He was not invincible, no - but he was also not a target. Today, if anything, had just proven that. The captain and the general, they'd regarded him and hadn't bothered attacking him. There wasn't anything Mont Blonc could have done one way or the other, so he hadn't been worth their time. It was a fair assessment. He was not the achingly lonely, more vulnerable than he wanted to admit Isaiah. He was not Colin, rushing into battle without hesitation after a long day of dance, magical lasso whipping and eyes defiant. He wasn't Nadia with her natural vibrance, her light that did not come from transcendence but that which had always come from within.
"No one is going anywhere - not if we can help it, " he reassured her warmly, whether or not he actually thought he could make a difference.
Mont Blonc shut his eyes and let her brush hair from his face, exposing him to her, and he smiled gently at her, catching her hand in his. "I would go anywhere with you, ma chérie." Although he knew as much as he loved Methone, the planet and the woman, he didn't have the heart to tell her that there would be no taking away the memory of Ploutonion's face when he'd been stolen away.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 11:22 pm
"Me, being clingy here." She laughed as well. "I just.." am afraid, terrified. Plou was not worth Monty, no matter how she looked at it, but Mont Blanc thought it was so.
she led him to the dias. She healed him with her magic as best as she could, and with her love and her heart.
And when she laid next to him in silence, looking up at the Aurora Borealis as it danced. She knew, next to him.
She would always know.
He would one day disappear, for the sake of someone else.
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