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 Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2018 7:29 pm
Work had left Shiloh surprisingly exhausted tonight. Since the Holidays were over, the mall was so much less chaotic than before. People left less trash everywhere, and bathrooms were less frequently destroyed by someone having one too many promotional hot fries from the food court. That made cleaning take much less time once the mall closed than normal, allowing the young man to leave much earlier in the night than before. And yet he was still tired. His bed was so close, just a short bus ride away, but before he could make it to the bus stop on the perimeter road of the mall, he was forced to cross the large, empty parking lot.
Now, the parking lot was just like any other large parking lot that surrounded a huge mall. During the day it was jam packed, cars fighting one another to get the parking space closest to the entrance, and while chaotic, felt normal. At night, it was dark and terrifying and so vast and empty. Shiloh never exactly felt safe crossing the asphalt valley, but that feeling of uneasiness only seemed to get worse as winter came. It was so cold, and he could hear nothing at all with the snow muffling everything in the area. Hell, he couldn't even hear the cars on the not-so-distant highway with all the snow... So rather than allow himself to panic and drag himself to the bus stop, he powered up into his Page form of Susquehanna. The power he had in this form would be plenty to quickly cross the parking lot and make it to the warmth of the bus terminal with little risk.
Yet the moment he powered up he felt that threat that he so dreaded. A chaos signature... And one that felt so close too... Why, of all nights had one chose to lurk in the darkness around here. There was no way the other could have seen him power up in his own dark little corner, but now he was there, and there was no chance of escape, so poor chilled Susquehanna chose to run.
And run he did, bolting out into the snow that quickly overcame his short boots and sent icy pain into his ankles. Maybe, just maybe, if he ran fast enough, he could make it back to where the cameras were on the property. Luck was never really his friend, however...
a-disgruntled-dragon I hope this works as a start! Let me know if I need to change anything!
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 9:19 pm
Mourite favored places he could see the stars. He, even more, favored the places that were wide and open, with few lights. If he couldn't escape the lights, he sat above them and watched the sky move. It was the only place he felt free since staying with his father. Even though he'd been back at school for several days now, he still felt caged, felt the collar tight on his throat.
He shuddered, and it had nothing to do with the cold.
Amidst his stargazing, he felt the sudden flare of an order signature flair, incredibly close. His head snapped to ground level and he saw among the snow a... knight, maybe one of those pages, sprint across the parking lot.
Well well, wasn't that interesting. Now he was supposed to fight those of order, right? He really... hadn't since he'd joined the Negaverse. But now seemed like a wonderful time to being.
He watched the person run and jumped down at the last second, landing in front of his path with a thud and spray of snow.
"What's'a terrorist doin' at the mall of all places?" he asked, tilting his head to the side with genuine curiosity. Why would they be at an empty mall, this late anyway? Order was so odd...
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2018 9:39 pm
There was no hiding the frightened squeak that Susquehanna let out the moment that Negaverser showed up behind him. Heck, he even stumbled back a little, summoning his little wooden oar of a weapon to his hand in fear that he would need to defend himself.
"I-I'm not a terrorist!" His voice squeaked again, trying to look like he had some small semblance about what he was doing, even if he didn't. He knew of all the things he was, intimidating wasn't one of them, and he was just as likely to turn tail and run as he was to actually stop and defend himself. Why he hadn't kept running, he was unsure... And so badly he wanted to explain that he was just getting off of work, but would that be too big of a giveaway of who he was? Identities were supposed to be secret, right?
"I-I'm just... I-I'm heading home! I don't want to fight, I just want to go home!" There was no one really around to try to protect, so he figured he could atleast try to honestly make an escape. Given how under-dressed he was for the weather, it would make sense to want to go home and warm up by the fire...
"I wasn't hurting anyone!"
a-disgruntled-dragon It's just fine, thank you~
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2018 5:11 pm
Mourite raised an eyebrow at the poor page, actually feeling a shred of pity for him. Who'd ever awoken this poor soul had made a mistake. Why would you bring someone who was so... weak, into your fighting force? It was one thing to be weak physically; you could fix that with training. Weak minded was a different story.
Then again, this guy had an actually useful item he wielded whereas Mourite had... thimbles. If he hadn't been sure this guy would hit with the force of a feather, he probably would have reconsidered his option to corner him.
"A'ight, I'll believe you're not a terrorist. Terrorists usually don't look like a kicked puppy," he said, summoning his thimbles and cracking his knuckles.
"But just trying to go home... Find that hard to believe. Order doesn't have a home here, so... You know, nothing personal," he said, with far more confidence than Mourite possessed on a normal day.
Then he swung a fist for Susquehanna's head.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2018 12:14 pm
"W-what?" Susquehanna didn't understand what the other boy meant, him not having a home here, and didn't have a moment to respond either. All of a sudden, a fist was swung at his head and he did his best to dodge it, ducking other and swinging back at the other's side with the oar before darting backwards.
"I-I do have a home! I-I was born on Earth! Maybe not in Destiny City, but I was! I swear!!" His birth home might not have been in America, but that wasn't enough of a reason to want to hurt him, right?
The snow bit at his ankles more and more, and while he tried to ignore it, he was already wincing at that sting. Luckily, the weapon the other seemed to have was pretty much useless... A thimble of all things.. At least he had his oar.
"I don't want to fight! I just want to go home!"
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