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 Posted: Wed May 23, 2018 8:06 pm
The food truck thing had been going well enough; Evan had dealt with what anxiety had swarmed him when it came to speaking with the library staff about bringing the truck over there and they had been surprisingly supportive of the idea. He’d been there twice so far but today he’d left the truck at home and visited the library specifically for books. It wasn’t that he couldn’t have looked up the information at home on the computer, but there was something about holding a book that made him retain the information so much more—probably because he wasn’t getting distracted watching cat videos every few minutes.
It was a little later in the afternoon than he was usually out, but Evan had made this trip without issue enough times that he was slowly growing more confident. The only ‘trouble’ he’d ever run into was Bellite—and a Mauvian—and Cambria was at home so if anything went wrong, she was only a phone call away.
He was only a little skittish—already an improvement from his usual demeanor, but things were going well. And, that either meant that things were finally looking up…
Or something bad was going to happen very soon.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2018 8:07 pm
Emily had been overjoyed with the popularity of Evan’s Food Truck and the impact that it had on the Library. It seemed like the more people heard about the truck, the more people realized that there was indeed a smaller library branch in this area, and the amount of patrons had gone up almost five percent since Snack ‘N Cheese had become an almost permanent fixture in the parking lot.
It wasn’t much...but it was the most growth they had seen in years.
She was finished her shift and had made it almost halfway home when something finally pricked at her memory. The name of the knight! Grinning, Emily turned around and paused, powering up into Bellite and teleporting to the library, ending up right beside where the food truck should have been.
Damn, had Evan gone home already?
The Captain frowned and glanced around, a small scowl forming on her face, at least until she saw a figure walking down the street. A figure with dark hair and dark clothes. Quickly she followed, the scowl melting away. “Evan! Hey! Slow down!”
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2018 8:08 pm
Evan went rigid when someone called his name; he turned quickly and looked at the source of the voice, initially tense and confused. When he recognized Bellite he relaxed and smiled. He even managed to raise his hand and wave at her.
“Hi,” he called back, holding still so she could catch up. “Is everything okay?”
He figured it had to be, or else she would have told him to run to safety or something. Besides, she didn’t look unhappy to see him, and if she was so excited about getting his attention, he could only hope that she had something good to say. In either case, he certainly wasn’t going to ignore her. He rocked on his heels while he waited, somewhat nervous but equally happy to see her.
Besides, what could go wrong?
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2018 8:09 pm
Bellite grinned, wrapping Evan in a light hug when she reached him. “Everything’s fine I just thought of something that I had wanted to tell you! I remembered who Sanidine became when he left the Negaverse, his name is Michel now, he’s a really sweet guy still...I want to run into hi again and see how he’s doing but...Yeah.”
She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and grinned even more broadly. “How is your food truck doing? I’ve noticed it at the Library, is that working out well? I...I may have stopped by a few times while out of uniform, your food is to die for, kid. I’m really impressed. And very, very proud of you.”
It was fun to see how far he had come from a cute furry youma to this young man with a real talent and passion for cooking...it was like something from a novel, honestly. A young boy with a curse who gets it lifted and poof.
There was Evan.
The Captain beamed and reached up to stroke his fluffy hair. That was perhaps the only thing that still reminded her of the youma.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2018 8:09 pm
Evan tried to manage a quick smile at her praise, but the truth of the matter was that he couldn’t focus on much after ‘Michel’.
“Thank you,” he managed after a moment. He didn’t shy away from her touch, but his face suddenly felt hot and his ears were ringing. His mouth was dry and he opened his mouth to say something only to falter.
“I’m sorry, the Knight. You said Sanidine purified into a Knight named Michel? Like, was it just Michel, or…it just—I just want to double check though, was that his full name, or like…a nickname…”
Michel.
Michel.
His heart was pounding and his palms had suddenly become sweaty. Anxiety flushed through him and Evan was having a hard time processing anything except for the name Michel.
It couldn’t be the same one. It couldn’t be the one that he knew.
It couldn’t be Zac.
He held his breath and waited. It had to be a different Michel.
It had to be a different Michel.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2018 8:10 pm
“Mont Saint Michel.” Bellite seemed thoughtful and then sighed. “Of Saturn. He said he had to do it to protect you, so...I don’t know. He didn’t remember me...it was a little bit of a letdown but...I mean.”
She sighed again, seeming almost distracted. “I have his old office now. I do still miss him. Sanidine but...but protecting you is more important, and I understand that.”
Honestly though, Bellite wished she could be selfish, she wished she could convince all of them to come back to the Negaverse...or she wished that she had the courage and drive to leave...but there was still so much to learn…
So much that she wanted to explore...and besides. She wasn’t sure she would be any good as a knight...knights were tough. They were people who had purpose...she just wanted a big library to stretch out in...and the Negaverse provided that.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2018 8:10 pm
Evan paled; his eyes glossed over and his lip trembled. He couldn’t hear his own thoughts over the pounding of his heart—or his breathing. He was hyperventilating almost immediately; the flood gates opened and all the calm he’d built up faded.
“Oh,” he gasped weakly. His vision was dimming and the world was spinning.
“I…I have to go home, Bellite. I feel sick. I’m sorry.”
His voice barely sounded like his own and the words all felt like they were slurring together. He was going to be sick, but if he was going to have a panic attack, he at least wanted it to be at home.
No.
He needed answers. He had to go home and talk to Cambria. He needed to understand what was going on. This could all be a trick, after all—Bellite was sweet, but someone could have been playing a trick on her, setting things up. Andalusite had warned Malus that the Negaverse would find out eventually—maybe they had started piecing things together.
Maybe this was a trap.
His stomach churned and he took a step backwards.
“I…I’ll see you later. I’m sorry. I’ll see you soon. Th-thank you for tell me. Have a good—just—be safe, I…”
He couldn’t latch onto a single thought; his whole body was trembling and he turned without even a proper greeting. His brows were knit and a cold sweat had erupted on his flesh. Before his body could shut down on him, he bolted towards the house.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2018 8:11 pm
All of Bellite’s joy melted away when she saw Evan shift from perfectly fine to…not okay at all, and she was completely alarmed. Her arms went out, though she wasn’t sure if it was to support him or pick him up and take him home but…finally she just nodded. “I’ll see you again soon, I hope…please take care, feel better I didn’t…”
She swallowed as he rushed away, feeling confused and a little lost.
Quietly she swallowed and turned away. “I didn’t mean to upset you…” The words were a whisper, and they faded into the night, just as she did.
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