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 Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 12:14 pm
The sky seemed to glow a saturated twilight blue against the black silhouette of the urban skyline. A pair of bright green eyes watched the few wisps of clouds that dared to oversee the city before falling back to the earth at her feet. She had come here on a whim. Though she was new to the city and was staying in an apartment with no room to plant things except in pots, Tress loved to garden. So when she'd heard about a community garden not far from her place, she thought she would check it out to see if there would be room for her to add her own contribution to the small plot of land.
Tress hadn't had time, however, because she had been busy working her pair of part-time jobs as an assistant teacher at Romano's and a shop clerk at a clothing store. Now that Tress was done for the day, though, it was Forsterite's turn to come out, so Forsterite went to investigate the community garden in Tress' stead.
As she regarded the plants already growing in the soft soil, the tawny-haired woman frowned lightly. If her life kept up the way it was, would she even have time to garden? She liked to stay busy and be diligent with her work, but her hobby of gardening calmed her. It helped her put her thoughts in order while she did the same with the plants; pruning, planting, weeding.
Perhaps it wouldn't have hurt to try to do a bit of gardening even while powered up. On her own at night with no one else around, it certainly seemed like the safer option. Not that she had her tools with her this time around, but maybe next time. Kneeling, Forsterite placed her hand on the ground and sifted the soil through her fingers. The earthy smell itself was relaxing. Even if she wasn't able to plant anything herself, perhaps the others growing things in the community garden would have allowed her to simply tend theirs.Kapoodles ((Hope this is okay! As usual, please let me know if there's anything I need to change! heart ))
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2017 5:39 am
A deep seeded sadness weighed heavy on Manu's heart in the past few weeks... Since having last saw the youma who had saved his life, he spent all his time searching and seeking him out once again, to no avail. He was weary, for certain, and found himself having neglected so many of the things he once loved in favor or pursuing this quest to find and thank the one who saved him. It wasn't until his neighbor knocked on his door and scolded him for that same neglect that he realized there was something he missed doing.
Perhaps it was destiny that had Manu actually become Manu given his love of gardening. Even his knight's weapon was a spade of sorts, leading him to believe that whoever he was in the past loved getting their hands dirty just as much as he did. It was cathartic in a way, shoveling and shifting dirt around so easily, whistling softly as he worked. It was for that reason why he remained powered up while tending to his plot in the park tonight.
To his surprise, he wasn't the only person out there tonight. Upon his arrival to the plot, he was greeted with an aura of chaos that weighed down on his shoulders. It was nothing like Bazzite's who's aura felt like it was crushing the page, but maybe more around his own level. Someone powered but not incredibly and frighteningly strong. Manu was never one to jump head first into battle, and decided to approach the stranger quietly, offering a smile towards the stranger as he slowly entered her sight.
"I thought I was the only person silly enough to garden at night." He tried hard to come off as unintimidating and calm, a light tone of his ever cheerful ways laced into his words. "Though... I suppose I've been slacking huh? That plot over there is mine."
Manu raised a hand and pointed further down the rows of flowers and plants, to one that towered over the rest with sunflowers. Mrs. Jones hadn't lied when she said he neglected it. The weeds seemed to have grown up to his knees, slowly smothering out his once carefully tended to flowers and vegetables. He knew he had no one to blame but himself, and that it was only him who could fix what he had done. Luckily there wasn't any real public record of who kept what plot here so 'Roderick' could not be traced to it. "I guess I need to work a bit harder, hrm?"
Kitomyx FINALLY TAG TO THIS OH BOY biggrin
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 9:45 am
Upon having been caught unawares, Forsterite started. She was still unused to regularly checking for energy signatures and thus hadn't sensed the page until he spoke up. Cursing herself for not having been more alert to her surroundings, the woman quickly stood, her fists clenched at her sides. Her expression was stern, but mostly to conceal her shame and trepidation. New as she was, she still knew enough to recognize the man as a page of Order and the White Moon - enemy to the Negaverse, which she served.
"And I thought I was the only one ridiculous enough to garden powered up," she answered him, her voice stiff with a strong, formal British accent of the Eastern Sussex dialect. Looking him up and down, she didn't turn when he indicated his plot of the garden; didn't dare take her eyes off of him for a moment.
She recognized the soothing, disarming quality of his voice and its merry tone, but such things only made her more nervous than ever. What was he playing at? It seemed likely he was attempting to lure her into a false sense of security and she couldn't afford to even lower her guard. Forsterite was practically defenseless and she guessed he could tell.
The fellow, who would probably have been considered charming and handsome by society's standards in a rugged-good-looks sort of way, was 6'2" and brawny. Forsterite was 5'6.5" and, as Tress, usually wore five or six-inch heels to work. Her boots as a lieutenant, however, only gave her about an inch, so even at 5'7.5", she was still a good deal shorter and nowhere near as muscular as the page. Furthermore, her so-called weapon was a parachute harness. She may as well have been unarmed.
If he got too close, though, perhaps she could attempt a kick or something to stun him, if temporarily, so she could try to get away. Forsterite had also been told she could steal energy and take someone's starseed as options, but she wasn't confident in her abilities with either. Also, if she recalled correctly, she needed to be touching someone in order to drain them and she had to focus, so there would be no way to defend herself at the same time if he chose to retaliate. He could probably snap her arm before she even came into contact with him.
She wasn't about to back down, however. Other than their difference in physique, he didn't seem to have much of an advantage on her in terms of power. In fact, they seemed to be about the same level.
Her bright green eyes narrowed in suspicion. "If you have allowed your plants to go neglected for so long and only tonight decided to show up here, you'll understand my incredulity if you claim to have come exclusively for the sole purpose of tending to them. Especially in the dark and as a page."
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2017 11:02 am
"Oh, no, I understand it completely... For a long while, I neglected it because I just..." For a moment, Manu turned his gaze away from the Lieutenant, looking at a charming little marble fountain not too far away from where they were. Even now, the waters ran, providing a faint splashing sound that reached them all the way over here. His thoughts when back to Bazzite, to that youma he was searching so desperately for and his smile wavered a bit.
"Some things in life are distracting... I was looking for a friend for a long, long time.. And in the end, I couldn't find him, so someone suggested I should try to do those things I loved again, and not force it. So... Here I am. Because he only comes out at night, I figured why not do that now? We met not too far away from here, so if he's ever in the area... Well, I guess this would be the best place to check." His gaze went back to Forsterite for a moment, offering her a sad smile, before it went back to the plants in front of him.
"I guess that means you're right. I'm not out here only to tend to these plants, but to see if he'll show up today. Maybe you know of him... I'm looking for a humanoid youma named Bazzite. Tall, kinda bug shaped with wings and vividly pale blue hair... He saved my life a few weeks ago, and I've been trying to find him again to thank him, and to make sure he's alright."
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