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 Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 8:47 pm
While Evan preferred to spend most of his days inside, when it came time for him to help he didn’t really have a choice. They’d hired a moving van to get the out of this house and to the next. While he didn’t understand all of the specifics, he understood at least that they needed to move to make sure the Negaverse didn’t find them. They’d spent the earlier part of the week packing everything up and now, Zac had rented the truck and they were starting to move things. The furniture, all but the necessities, had already been moved; now it was just everything else.
He and Zac were the only ones in the house and Zac had been working since before Evan had even woken up. Evan didn’t complain when Zac had clapped him o the shoulder and said he was going to take a few minutes inside. Of course, he’d also made sure Evan would be fine moving things on his own and had even insisted that Evan come in, but Evan had politely declined.
He wanted to pull his own weight, and if that meant just moving boxes from inside the house into the moving truck in the driveway, he could manage that. If anything ever happened, he could always run inside or scream; Zac had left the front door open and promised he’d listen in case Evan needed anything.
Once, earlier this week, Evan had made it down to the mailbox by himself; that had been an accomplishment. It might not have seemed like much, but he was proud of it—and proud of the trips he was taking. He was in an oversized black sweater, like always, and had his hair tied behind him in a low ponytail. He was focused on his task and tried not to over think every little sound or movement in the corner of his eye; he’d been startled by a bird, a squirrel, a dog, and the neighbor already, and had to keep reminding himself that most bad things didn’t happen in the middle of the day.
When he saw a little bit of movement across the street he thought it might have been a cat; though he’d frozen, he drew in a calming breath and clutched the box in his arms a little tighter before he climbed up into the back of the truck to tuck this box away.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 9:38 pm
Iolite scowled from her hiding spot. The apartment, Evan's apartment, which had been dormant and quiet for the longest time,
had suddenly exploded in life. It had been like this all week. People were moving out. There was one he didn't recognize. Iolite had never seen this young man before. And from what she could see, Io could find hide nor hair of that coward Zack. There was one though, that continued to throw her for an absolute loop, and gave her pause every time she saw him. He looked just like him... The bangs were different than what she remembered, but details. There was no way that could be him. She'd left him in the rift, with another youma of all things. There was no way. He couldn't be here. I couldn't be human.
...Could he???
A quick dash to a closer hiding spot resulted in the young man pausing, before turning into the truck to put the box away. She'd almost been caught. She'd be seen when she was ready... Not because she'd been careless. The cat crawled out of her space when the coast was clear and the young man was busy tucking the box in place and securing it. With a single jump she placed herself between him and the only exit. Not that it mattered. He was a human, she was a cat, she didn't have much power to effectively keep him in there... but as the old saying went...
The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
"I want to know what's going on here. Why are you wearing that skin. What sort of trick are they playing at this time." She hissed.
Kyuseisha no Hikari PROOOOOOOOOOOOOOBABLY NOT THE SMARTEST THING SHE'S SAID.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 9:49 pm
Evan jumped when the voice came from behind him; it wasn’t unfamiliar to him, but it wasn’t one that he expected. The box slid from his fingers prematurely and narrowly missed landing on his feet. He spun quickly to face her. The fear disappeared from his face, replaced quickly with confusion.
“Iolite?” he asked, voice wavering. He tried to muster the strength to keep a steady voice but his heart was pounding so loudly that he was having h hard time thinking straight—or even just processing what she’d said to him.
“Is this—”
Skin? It was his skin, but he found himself looking at his clothes instead. There was a silhouette of a cat on his jacket and in his haste, his mind immediately processed her words wrong. “This is a sweater! I-It’s just cotton, Iolite, I’m not wearing any skin. I mean, I’ve got mine, but,” he looked at her sort of helplessly and almost rolled up a sleeve to show her.
Only, he hated his skin, and all the marks that hadn’t gone away when he did. When he’d been purified, everything was back. Somehow, he hated them a little less just because he was happy to be himself again.
He faltered, though. “Who is playing a trick? I’m not, I was just helping Cambria move out…”
He didn’t mention Zack—or, Zac, now—because somewhere in the back of his mind he registered that Iolite was a part of the Negaverse. He just couldn’t consider her a bad part of it. She’d always been his friend—before, and during.
Except, now she seemed mad, and despite being just a cat, she was scary.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2017 11:47 am
Iolite hissed at the sound of her name. Not many of the Negaverse knew her name. "How do you know my name? Who told it to you?" Her tail flicked in agitation. Damn her for being a fool and giving out information so freely. But damn be the fool who gave it up just as freely.
"You're wearing the skin of a human that hasn't looked like that in quite a long time. Last I saw him, he looked no different then me." Just taller... and less pissed off. Iolite's ears twitched. Cambria? "Who is Cambria?" What was Cambria's connection to Evan...
"I don't understand any of this."
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2017 12:03 pm
Evan seemed more uncertain now. He looked around, as if he was trying to find some escape route. “Cambria’s my friend. I told you about her before. And I know your name because you told it to me. We’ve been friends for a while. Or, I thought we were, you’re sort of…”
Not very friendly right now. But how could she be; she didn’t know what was going on.
“It’s my skin, though,” he promised. “I only just recently got it back. The Senshi did this…this thing.”
It was warm outside, but despite that, he still shivered. It was hard to talk about what he used to be.
“And brought me back. And I came home.” He nodded to the house they were unloading. “And I’ve been here, since. Why?” he asked, suddenly sounding a bit more concerned. “Is that…is that bad? Are you mad that I’m not a—” he faltered and found that the word wouldn't come, no matter how much he tried to force it. He had to draw in a breath and a few more times before he could find his voice again. His words were quiet and forced, but he managed, “A youma, anymore?”
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2017 4:56 pm
Black ears twitch before flattening. "Is that so..." She mumbled.
Iolite's eyes narrowed, as one ear swiveled forwards. "...What thing?? Tell me about it." What sort of 'thing' was there that could change someone? There was purification... But that was to damning to a youma. There's no way Airitech would have let Evan anywhere near any sort of purification. "None of this makes sense." Her ears twitched, and for a brief moment Iolite eye's darted around. "Okay... So let's say... Let's say I believe you. What you're implying is that Eva-..." Iolite sighed and rolled her eyes. " You... were purified. However, and I can't stress this enough... Purification is deadly to a youma. There is no possible way that you would have survived that. You were a youma. No one felt the presence of a Royal. Purification requires a royal. So how in the nine hells was it managed in the first place?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2017 5:48 pm
“No one felt the presence of a Royal?” he asked, clearly confused. “A Royal what? No, I don’t—I know that Lysithea was there, she’s a Senshi, and some of her friends. And then they had this thing, and then they did this magic, and then there was this light, and,” he raised a hand to his head and very clearly seemed like he was struggling. His breathing became a little labored and he hated that he couldn’t even talk about it without having some sort of visceral reaction like this. He backed into the truck just slightly and seemed alarmed when he hit a box.
He spun, quickly, but didn’t relax when he realized what it was. When he turned to Iolite, he was still visible struggling to explain—and to recall.
“I don’t know the specifics, I really don’t. I passed out, and when I woke up I thought it was all a dream, until I realized I was in bed. But then I couldn’t walk, my body didn’t feel the same anymore. But it was me,” he said, torn between being happy about it and being worried that he’d upset Iolite somewhere along the line.
But he was human again, so at least he could talk to her again, and regardless of whatever the topic was, he hoped she could at least be happy for him for that.
It was hell being trapped in a body with no way to communicate with people around you.
“And, here I am. I—If you don’t believe me, I can prove it. Ask me something, anything, only you and I would know. Oh. No, I know. The first time we met, I thought someone was playing a joke on me, because you talked. But then I brought you home with me,” he said suddenly, gesturing to the house. “I snuck you in, in my bag. I still have it, it’s inside. I can go grab it right now. I have pictures of us on my phone, too. But it’s inside, too.”
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2017 7:48 pm
"A senshi! Something. Anything." It couldn't have been that simple.
"What thing? What magic." There were so many questions, but no answers. It sounded like purification but... Iolite thought that had been impossible for youma. When he seemed to panic, Iolite raised an eyebrow, ear twitching off to the side. "What... do you mean you couldn't walk?" The cat eyed his legs warily. Nothing looked off but... who could tell anymore. She didn't understand.
Though as the boy spoke, it was her demeanor that had changed, and it was her that became twitchy and spooked. Her bushy tail lucked under her body as she backed up. There was no way. This wasn't happening. This had to be some sort of a joke. She bumped into a box and jumped, panicking. In her panicked thrashing she upturned the box and got herself stuck under it. Iolite let out a pitiful noise from under it as she curled into a ball
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2017 10:40 pm
“Iolite,” Evan exclaimed, clearly concerned for her. His instinctive response was to hide further in the back of the truck, or to run for the house and lock the doors, but even if she didn’t believe him, he knew he was real. He moved quickly and lifted the box from atop of her, moving it off to the side. “I don’t know the answers to your questions, I’m really sorry. I don’t know if anyone was there to explain it. I don’t know if anyone knew. But I’m not the person anyone should ask about magical things. I just meant,” he lingered close to her but still seemed afraid that she might lash out at him or something.
“What do I have to do to make you believe that it’s me?”
He was desperate now, brows knit and lips pursed. He couldn’t answer all of her questions; he just wanted her to trust him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2017 6:00 pm
When the box moved, Iolite flinched, ears flattening. Only Evan knew those things. She hadn't told anyone that. "I swear to god... If you call me 'kitty' again I will claw the hell out of your hands." She said. Though it was a threat, there was no force or intention behind it. All they were were just words...
She crept forward, sticking low to the ground. Hesitantly she sniffed at the boy's hand before tentatively butting her head against it. A weak purr slowly crept up her throat. The sound was pitiful at best. "....I missed you." She admitted quietly.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2017 12:04 pm
Evan breathed a sigh of relief; he was still on edge but he seemed to find at least some small comfort in the fact that Iolite at least believed him. He moved his hand to gently stroke atop her head and, finally able to relax, he smiled.
He was still jumpy, still too jittery and afraid of everything, but for a moment he could at least enjoy being reunited with his old friend. “I missed you too,” he answered softly. He swallowed and glanced at the house, and then back at her.
“…I haven’t been doing so good, Io. But I’m really happy to be back. A lot of things are confusing and scary, but I’m really happy to see you again. Please don’t be mad. I won’t call you ‘kitty’ or anything, I haven’t done that in a long time. I just…please don’t…I don’t want…them to know that I’m here.”
Them, the Negaverse. He didn’t want to say it.
“I really don’t want to go back. I don’t want to be a monster again. Can this be our little secret?” He was desperate; his voice trembled, and he added, “Please?”
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