"Leon, stop hogging my side of the bed..." Stephanie Summers grumbled drowsily as the body next to her rolled over, almost squashing her in the process.
"I am not..." Leon Garcia de Asturias's sleepy voice muttered from somewhere behind her head. "I'm sleeping..."
Stephanie sat up, for what seemed the hundreth time that night, and looked down at Leon, who had taken up more than his side of the bed. "I never knew you were such a bad sleeping partner." She pushed him back over, where he gave a dissatisfied grunt and took her pillow instead.
Stephanie threw up her hands in exasperation before getting up quietly and left her room, making sure to grab a robe to keep warm.
Earlier on, Leon had showed up at her front doorstep, looking like he had just fallen down three mountains. He had grinned and said that his new make-over was courtesy of a few vamps he ran into on his latest mission, and now he was so... so... tired, so could he spend the night here instead and return to the Vatican tomorrow.
Stephanie had taken one look at his cuts and bruises and ordered him into the kitchen.
That was before she'd figured out that he was a bed-hogger.
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"Ow!! Now that hurts, sweetheart!"
"Well, I'm not the best doctor you've ever met.. And neither am I a doctor either, so this is the best I can do. Hold still and I'll try not to make it hurt."
Leon grinned. "Love, you make the best doctor in the world. I couldn't ask for more."
Stephanie paused in the act of dabbing his cuts and smiled faintly. "Thank you, Leon... Let's continue, shall we?"
"Ow!! Careful there, love!"
"Oops...... sorry.. hehehehe....."
"Heh. So, how's life at the cafe? Ow!!"
"Ahhhh!! Sorry!!!"
With that, the the evening passed with painful exclamations, sarcastic remarks, and words of love.
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Stephanie ran a hand through her messy hair as she sat at her dining table, sipping a hot mug of milk. Was she really dreaming of leaving Leon alone in bed like that? Maybe she had been a little selfish... Stephanie had never really shared a bed before, and this was probably her second or third time, so she should learn how to give.
Sighing, she drained her mug of milk and left it in the sink. This whole house, big as it may be, was hers and hers alone. Memories happened here, good and bad, and she didn't- no- couldn't forget them. And upstairs, in that little barred room.... her darkest memory was recorded there...
All alone, with no one for her now....
Poor child.... first her mother, then her father....
Alone.... in that house....
She's always alone...
No one... alone...
Alone...
Alone......
"No... shut up.... go away...." Stephanie leaned on the sink, balling her hands into fists as she shut out the voices of her demons. She wouldn't give in to them, not now.
Taking a deep breath, she turned around and walked up the stairs to her room, opening the door quietly to see that Leon had indeed taken her space again. Eyebrow twitching, she pushed him aside and got into bed, earning a groan from him.
"I wish you would stop doing that, love..." Leon mumbled drowsily.
"And I wish you would stop taking my side of the bed," Stephanie grumbled yet again, turning on her side. She had just managed to fall asleep when true enough, she felt him press up against her back again.
Sighing, she gave up and turned, fitting herself into his curves, melting her body to his so she was comfortable. In an answer, Leon 's arm went around her waist and he too, shifted so they were both comfortable.
"Mmmmmm...." he murmured from somewhere above her head, his chest vibrating. "That's better...."
Stephanie laughed quietly. "You sneaky little cheat.. you've been waiting to do that all night, haven't you?"
Leon chuckled sleepily. "Maybe... Good night, love.... I love you..."
"Night, my dear Leon.... I love you too..."
Within minutes, they were both sound asleep.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Slumber of the Shinigami
She lay unmoving in a glade full of Sakura tees, with floating pink petals falling down to surround her. Her eyes were closed, her black hair strewn about her shoulders, and her expression one of peace. Her skin was pale porcelain, cold to the touch, without any signs of life. Clad in white, the young maiden slept on in an eternal sleep, her chest barely moving, no sound of breathing to indicate that she was alive. But she was. Not in this world maybe, but she was.
With her hands folded neatly across her breast she lay, a cold sword next to her. This was a place where dawn's light could never penetrate, yet the dark Sakura glade was lit with an unearthly, mystical light, that cast a glow on the maiden's face, taking her to an etheral realm. A soft wind blew through the trees, rustling their branches and causing more petals to drop on her, but still, she never moved, never stirred, not as much as a finger.
She was safe here. Very and extremely safe. Her soul being pure, here she slept peacefully, waiting to be reborn, waiting to join the ranks of those she knew and loved, to live forever more immortal as one of them. One of them.... one of those whose duty was to protect the Living. But the maiden would not stir, would not move... till the one she loved returned for her.
"Sayonara, my sweet...
He now comes, She now comes...
To bring you to join the Thirteen
May your Blade ever stay true, O Immortal ones..."
The wind and nature sang a quiet psalm to calm her soul, a lullaby to prepare her for what she would go through. And she was calm. Even in everlasting sleep, she was calm, but she refused to be reborn, till "he" was by her side again.
A sudden stirring of the branches rang out a gentle warning. "Intruder.... disturb not the sleep of the Angel.... Leave.... leave now...." they murmured.
At the edge of the clearing, a woman stood in faithful vigillance, watching over her beloved as she slept, not daring to come close lest the peace be broken. She would wait... she would wait.... till the maiden was ready to wake up and return to those she loved.
"Sayonara, my sweet....
Sleep till the heavens meet...
The Soul Reaper will bring you over....
To live as one of them for now till forever...."
And the maiden slept peacefully............
With her hands folded neatly across her breast she lay, a cold sword next to her. This was a place where dawn's light could never penetrate, yet the dark Sakura glade was lit with an unearthly, mystical light, that cast a glow on the maiden's face, taking her to an etheral realm. A soft wind blew through the trees, rustling their branches and causing more petals to drop on her, but still, she never moved, never stirred, not as much as a finger.
She was safe here. Very and extremely safe. Her soul being pure, here she slept peacefully, waiting to be reborn, waiting to join the ranks of those she knew and loved, to live forever more immortal as one of them. One of them.... one of those whose duty was to protect the Living. But the maiden would not stir, would not move... till the one she loved returned for her.
"Sayonara, my sweet...
He now comes, She now comes...
To bring you to join the Thirteen
May your Blade ever stay true, O Immortal ones..."
The wind and nature sang a quiet psalm to calm her soul, a lullaby to prepare her for what she would go through. And she was calm. Even in everlasting sleep, she was calm, but she refused to be reborn, till "he" was by her side again.
A sudden stirring of the branches rang out a gentle warning. "Intruder.... disturb not the sleep of the Angel.... Leave.... leave now...." they murmured.
At the edge of the clearing, a woman stood in faithful vigillance, watching over her beloved as she slept, not daring to come close lest the peace be broken. She would wait... she would wait.... till the maiden was ready to wake up and return to those she loved.
"Sayonara, my sweet....
Sleep till the heavens meet...
The Soul Reaper will bring you over....
To live as one of them for now till forever...."
And the maiden slept peacefully............
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Ghost Hunt (Part 1)
Ghost Hunt
"Ooh... there, see that?" Esther excitedly pointed at the screen. "That's a spirit floating down the corridor! The man said it was the spirit of his deceased mother coming to protect her grandchild!"
Abel shivered. "Ano... why ARE we watching this, anyway...?"
"Becuase it's fun!" Esther said happily. "Come on, Father! We rarely ever get a holiday, and this is the best oppurtunity to have some fun!"
"It really doesn't seem fun..." William chuckled softly to himself. It was night and raining heavily outside while on the inside, a group of Vatican agents watched tapes of ghost documentaries Esther had pulled out of nowhere. It seemed that the red-haired nun loved getting a good scare. Poor Abel was terrified, and Solene was hugging Leon tightly, and was hiding her face in either his arm or chest while whimpering, "Don't let me see it... Don't let me see it... Oh, please don't let me see it...", but the Hispanic wasn't complaning, and had a smug grin etched on his face instead. "But these documentaries really are intriguing," William continued. "Real ghosts of Albion... Interesting... How long have they been there, I wonder? They're all around us, yet we never notice."
At that, Abel whimpered and hid while Solene let out a wail and hid her face in Leon's shoulder, trembling. Leon laughed and patted her back. "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart... They won't disturb you since we're children of God." Esther clapped her hands gaily. "Ah! I wish I could meet ghosts one day!"
"No, please stop, Esther..."Abel moaned. "That would be terrifying..."
"Father!" Esther coecred. "There's nothing to be scared of! It's just-"
There was a sudden clap of thunder and lightning lit up the darknened room, illuminating a dark figure with glowing red eyes that wasn't there a minute before. "AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Everyone freaked out and screamed, including William and Leon.
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"Why me? Why, why me?" Solene moaned as she trudged beside Tres to the railway station. "Of all people, why me?"
(Flashback)
"AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Everyone screamed to high heavens, Abel dropping to his knees and praying loudly.
"....... Status report?"
"........" Silence for a few seconds. "Huh.... what?"
"Status report. Why are you screaming?" The figure moved forwards, and there stood, Gunslinger, frowning slightly at their actions.
"Oh, Tres!" Esther laughed sheepishly, her heart hammering in her ribcage. "You... You scared us!"
"Yeah, tin-can," Leon growled, trying to keep himself from shaking. "What do you want?" He was holding a trembling Solene to his chest, whispering comforting words in Spanish to her. Tres's gaze landed on him and the android said icily, "Lady Catherina has ordered me to bring Sister D'Cruz to her office right now. She has assigned us a mission."
Solene raised her head. "A mission?" Her voice was small and weak.
"Positive." Tres nooded and looked at her expectantly.
Solene let out a sigh and released Leon whose shoulders drooped. "Alright, I'm coming."
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Catherina looked calm and serious, but she just laughed her holy butt off on the inside as she saw the look on Solene's face when she gave them the mission briefing.
(End of Flashback)
Tres boarded the train and held out a hand to Solene. The Priestess's grip was shaky and slightly weak, very unlike her. "You will have to hasten your speed, Sister D'Cruz," he stated. "The storm will be likely to return in approximately 2 minutes."
"Solene... just call me Solene...." Queen of Heart hauled herself up with his help. "Why do we have to leave now, anyway? It's night, and it's raining... we could have waited until tomorrow..."
"Negative. It's takes at least twelve hours to reach Altoona ((OOC: Alright, let's just say Penslyvania is close.... It's a damn, freaking story, people! Use your imaginations!!!)), and we need to rest and recuperate before we commence on our mission." Tres took her hand and led her to their cabin. They had barely gotten inside before there was a flash of lightning and Solene gave a startled scream as the thunder boomed into her ears. "Solene? Status report?"
"G-Gomen ne.... Gomen nasai, Tres-kun...." Solene dropped to her knees, her hands pressed over her head. "B-But I really don't feel good now... I'm scared.... I only said yes because I... I didn't want to look like a coward in front of Catherina-sama....."
Tres watched her for a second before he closed the door silently, then coaxed her up and made her sit on the cushions. "There's nothing to be afraid of, Solene. Thunder is merely a sound, nothing more than that." He sat on her left so she was between the wall and him. "And if you ever feel afraid, I am always here."
Solene shook her head and pressed against him, leaning her head on his shoulder and curling up. "When I was only eight... I had my first brush with the unexplainable. My drawer pulled open by itself in my room one night, and something shook my bed. I was alone at that time, and I was utterly terrified.... a paralysing fear I've grew up with and carried till now."
The rain came down hard as the train started moving. Solene continued her story while Tres listened, silent as ever, but comforting. "I've always been afraid of ghosts, more then vampires, and more than dying. I cried on that night, curled up in a little ball under the covers, but no one came to help me. I never knew what caused those paranormal activities, but I only knew one thing; it was a ghost, and I didn't like it." The gentle rocking of the train and hypnotizing beat of the rain began lulling her to sleep. "I was afraid... so afraid, but I had no one..." Solene's voice was growing fainter. "I was so.... alone......."
"No, you're not." Tres recalled the words that Abel so often had said to those he helped, pulling them out of his database to comfort the now sleeping girl. "You're not alone. I am your friend. I will always be there for you," He whispered into her ear.
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It was later during the night that Solene gave a violent shudder, bringing Tres out of his standby mode. Looking at her, the android gently brushed the hair away from her pale face. She looked like she was having a nightmare, but he couldn't tell as she buried her face into his robes. Frowning a bit, he wondered if Solene was alright. She had definitely expressed fear and a bit of terror eversince she left the Vatican on the mission, and it was starting to worry him. Even now, her hands were trembling. Was it out of fright? Or was it because she was cold? Tres didn't know and couldn't analyse it without waking her, but the sight of her sleeping was heavenly to him. Her expressionless, serene face with hair falling partially on it.....
His farthest hand reached out to close over hers. Once they made contact, her hands stopped their trembling. Curiously and lovingly, he looked over her delicate fingers and ran a gloved hand over hers, not allowing any exposed skin to escape his gentle roaming. Solene gave a soft moan in her sleep, and her hand moved on it's own, her fingers doing the same as his, brushing across fabric and synthetic skin. It made his shiver slightly, though he knew not why, and he watched their fingers do a dance uncontrolled by their minds. She gave a little sigh, and her fingers found it's way up his sleeve, burying itself in warmth. Yes, she was cold. Cold from the air and the after-effects of fright, Tres could tell. It wasn't as if he had never felt Solene's bare skin before, but every touch made him feel almost... no.... positively human. Her hand searched for the perfect, comfortable, warm spot, brushing against his skin, and he trembled slightly. She was so beautiful... and she was his...
Removing his hand from hers, Tres reached behind her habit and ran his hand through the dark waterfall of her hair, revelling in it's softness and the sweet aroma of shampoo wafting up to his senses before smiling a genuine smile and returning to standby mode.
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Solene woke as warmth heated her cheeks, grumbling a bit before opening her eyes. She had a nightmare during the night, and was just happy to wake up, safe in her room with Tres nearby.... Wait... This wasn't her room... This was...
"Good morning, Solene. Status report?" Tres breathed into her ear.
Solene flushed red to find that her hand was buried warmly up his sleeve, and that during the night she had practically curled up all over his lap. "This isn't a dream, isn't it?" She asked by way of answer as she distangled herself from him. "We're on a mission to go.... ghost hunting."
"Negative." Tres caught her hands, stilling her actions. "Not a ghost hunting mission, but an investigation of an old prison where rumours of a vampire or more were seen in the site, and where people has gone in but never come out." He tilted her face up to face him. "Do not think about it any longer, Solene. What one must be afraid of is fear itself."
Solene relaxed again in his lap, expression thoughtful. "Maybe...Maybe you're right. How long more till we reach Altoona?"
"Three hours, forty minutes and twenty-one seconds."
A fast expression of fear flitted across her face, but it disappeared as soon as it came. "And it's still raining eventhough it's morning? Wonderful.. this has got to be my most enjoyable mission ever. Let's get breakfast, Tres. At least it'll cheer me somewhat and get the ghosts off my mind."
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The trip passed in considerable boredom, and the pair was somewhat relieved to get off the train. Solene gave a weary grumble as she stretched on the platform. "Couldn't we have gotten Sister Kate to transport us in the Iron Maiden instead? She's done it beofre, and we're AX agents, after all."
"Negative. I do not think Sister Kate would consent to that," Tres said. "The Iron Maiden is a battleship, and it isn't made for transportation or travel. Futhermore, it's grounded due to monthly repairs." The android paused to get his bearings, then headed off in the direction of their hotel, his laser eye flashing slightly. "We have approximately two hours and ten minutes left before our mission. It's best that we get some rest and freshen up before commencing."
Solene glanced at the slightly pinkish sky and shuddred slightly, a look of apprehension dawning on her face. "God be with us tonight.... especially me...."
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Back at the Vatican, Leon and Abel were having a row with Catherina. "Catherina-san! This isn't right! Solene has a terror of the unexplained!" Abel swung an arm about. "She may be one of your trusted bodyguards, but even she has some kind of fear in her!"
"Abel," Catherina said slowly. "There is no such things as ghosts. Solene will have to realise that and face her fears."
"Your Eminence, this isn't a laughing matter," Leon suddenly said, causing her to raise her eybrows in surprise. "I've witnessed Solene's terror first hand, felt the shaking that wracked her body, heard her helpless whimpering. She's really terrified. It's not a joke."
Catherina sipped her tea thoughtfully. How the hell did Leon know about me laughing? Did he... no, it must've been his damn intuition at work again... "I understand both of your concern, but it's too late. Tres and Solene would've arrived in Altoona by now, and the next train leaves only tonight. There's no way for the both of you to join them in their mission, except by plane, which I think the both of you won't be able to rent with your limited pay. The Vatican will not fund you for a craft."
Abel looked at Leon. "What are we going to do?"
Leon srcatched his chin for a while, then gave him a feral grin. "Don't you worry, Father Four-Eyes. I think I know what..."
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"Absolutely not!" The hologram of Sister Kate was furious. "You are not using my beloved battleship as a trasport to Altoona!"
"But Kate!" Abel whined. "It's an emergency! Solene and Tres need our help!"
"I hardly think they do." Kate said icily. "Besides, I just got a report from Tres. They've begun the mission and has entered the prison."
"Damn!" Leon swore and ran a hand through his hair. If Solene were next to him, she would frown a little and remind him to mind his language.... though he had heard her swearing and cussing at Gunslinger for waking her up too early before. The thought almost brought a grin to her face, but he sobered immedieately again when he remembered where she was. Real worry swept through him. Strangely, he was getting worked up over her............ "Alright Kate, how about this. You give us both a lift in the Iron Maiden, I persuade the Professor to remove his Christmas Jingles from it's databases. Deal?"
Kate eyes him. "I won't have to listen to "Deck The Halls" a thousand times a day?"
Leon did his best to look innocent. "No."
Kate leaned back, contemplating. "For this one time, I agree... But if I ever hear another "Jingle Bell" before Christmas again... you're dead."
Leon grinned. "You got it, baby."
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((OOC: This is getting too long, so I'm splitting it into parts.))
"Ooh... there, see that?" Esther excitedly pointed at the screen. "That's a spirit floating down the corridor! The man said it was the spirit of his deceased mother coming to protect her grandchild!"
Abel shivered. "Ano... why ARE we watching this, anyway...?"
"Becuase it's fun!" Esther said happily. "Come on, Father! We rarely ever get a holiday, and this is the best oppurtunity to have some fun!"
"It really doesn't seem fun..." William chuckled softly to himself. It was night and raining heavily outside while on the inside, a group of Vatican agents watched tapes of ghost documentaries Esther had pulled out of nowhere. It seemed that the red-haired nun loved getting a good scare. Poor Abel was terrified, and Solene was hugging Leon tightly, and was hiding her face in either his arm or chest while whimpering, "Don't let me see it... Don't let me see it... Oh, please don't let me see it...", but the Hispanic wasn't complaning, and had a smug grin etched on his face instead. "But these documentaries really are intriguing," William continued. "Real ghosts of Albion... Interesting... How long have they been there, I wonder? They're all around us, yet we never notice."
At that, Abel whimpered and hid while Solene let out a wail and hid her face in Leon's shoulder, trembling. Leon laughed and patted her back. "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart... They won't disturb you since we're children of God." Esther clapped her hands gaily. "Ah! I wish I could meet ghosts one day!"
"No, please stop, Esther..."Abel moaned. "That would be terrifying..."
"Father!" Esther coecred. "There's nothing to be scared of! It's just-"
There was a sudden clap of thunder and lightning lit up the darknened room, illuminating a dark figure with glowing red eyes that wasn't there a minute before. "AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Everyone freaked out and screamed, including William and Leon.
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"Why me? Why, why me?" Solene moaned as she trudged beside Tres to the railway station. "Of all people, why me?"
(Flashback)
"AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Everyone screamed to high heavens, Abel dropping to his knees and praying loudly.
"....... Status report?"
"........" Silence for a few seconds. "Huh.... what?"
"Status report. Why are you screaming?" The figure moved forwards, and there stood, Gunslinger, frowning slightly at their actions.
"Oh, Tres!" Esther laughed sheepishly, her heart hammering in her ribcage. "You... You scared us!"
"Yeah, tin-can," Leon growled, trying to keep himself from shaking. "What do you want?" He was holding a trembling Solene to his chest, whispering comforting words in Spanish to her. Tres's gaze landed on him and the android said icily, "Lady Catherina has ordered me to bring Sister D'Cruz to her office right now. She has assigned us a mission."
Solene raised her head. "A mission?" Her voice was small and weak.
"Positive." Tres nooded and looked at her expectantly.
Solene let out a sigh and released Leon whose shoulders drooped. "Alright, I'm coming."
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Catherina looked calm and serious, but she just laughed her holy butt off on the inside as she saw the look on Solene's face when she gave them the mission briefing.
(End of Flashback)
Tres boarded the train and held out a hand to Solene. The Priestess's grip was shaky and slightly weak, very unlike her. "You will have to hasten your speed, Sister D'Cruz," he stated. "The storm will be likely to return in approximately 2 minutes."
"Solene... just call me Solene...." Queen of Heart hauled herself up with his help. "Why do we have to leave now, anyway? It's night, and it's raining... we could have waited until tomorrow..."
"Negative. It's takes at least twelve hours to reach Altoona ((OOC: Alright, let's just say Penslyvania is close.... It's a damn, freaking story, people! Use your imaginations!!!)), and we need to rest and recuperate before we commence on our mission." Tres took her hand and led her to their cabin. They had barely gotten inside before there was a flash of lightning and Solene gave a startled scream as the thunder boomed into her ears. "Solene? Status report?"
"G-Gomen ne.... Gomen nasai, Tres-kun...." Solene dropped to her knees, her hands pressed over her head. "B-But I really don't feel good now... I'm scared.... I only said yes because I... I didn't want to look like a coward in front of Catherina-sama....."
Tres watched her for a second before he closed the door silently, then coaxed her up and made her sit on the cushions. "There's nothing to be afraid of, Solene. Thunder is merely a sound, nothing more than that." He sat on her left so she was between the wall and him. "And if you ever feel afraid, I am always here."
Solene shook her head and pressed against him, leaning her head on his shoulder and curling up. "When I was only eight... I had my first brush with the unexplainable. My drawer pulled open by itself in my room one night, and something shook my bed. I was alone at that time, and I was utterly terrified.... a paralysing fear I've grew up with and carried till now."
The rain came down hard as the train started moving. Solene continued her story while Tres listened, silent as ever, but comforting. "I've always been afraid of ghosts, more then vampires, and more than dying. I cried on that night, curled up in a little ball under the covers, but no one came to help me. I never knew what caused those paranormal activities, but I only knew one thing; it was a ghost, and I didn't like it." The gentle rocking of the train and hypnotizing beat of the rain began lulling her to sleep. "I was afraid... so afraid, but I had no one..." Solene's voice was growing fainter. "I was so.... alone......."
"No, you're not." Tres recalled the words that Abel so often had said to those he helped, pulling them out of his database to comfort the now sleeping girl. "You're not alone. I am your friend. I will always be there for you," He whispered into her ear.
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It was later during the night that Solene gave a violent shudder, bringing Tres out of his standby mode. Looking at her, the android gently brushed the hair away from her pale face. She looked like she was having a nightmare, but he couldn't tell as she buried her face into his robes. Frowning a bit, he wondered if Solene was alright. She had definitely expressed fear and a bit of terror eversince she left the Vatican on the mission, and it was starting to worry him. Even now, her hands were trembling. Was it out of fright? Or was it because she was cold? Tres didn't know and couldn't analyse it without waking her, but the sight of her sleeping was heavenly to him. Her expressionless, serene face with hair falling partially on it.....
His farthest hand reached out to close over hers. Once they made contact, her hands stopped their trembling. Curiously and lovingly, he looked over her delicate fingers and ran a gloved hand over hers, not allowing any exposed skin to escape his gentle roaming. Solene gave a soft moan in her sleep, and her hand moved on it's own, her fingers doing the same as his, brushing across fabric and synthetic skin. It made his shiver slightly, though he knew not why, and he watched their fingers do a dance uncontrolled by their minds. She gave a little sigh, and her fingers found it's way up his sleeve, burying itself in warmth. Yes, she was cold. Cold from the air and the after-effects of fright, Tres could tell. It wasn't as if he had never felt Solene's bare skin before, but every touch made him feel almost... no.... positively human. Her hand searched for the perfect, comfortable, warm spot, brushing against his skin, and he trembled slightly. She was so beautiful... and she was his...
Removing his hand from hers, Tres reached behind her habit and ran his hand through the dark waterfall of her hair, revelling in it's softness and the sweet aroma of shampoo wafting up to his senses before smiling a genuine smile and returning to standby mode.
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Solene woke as warmth heated her cheeks, grumbling a bit before opening her eyes. She had a nightmare during the night, and was just happy to wake up, safe in her room with Tres nearby.... Wait... This wasn't her room... This was...
"Good morning, Solene. Status report?" Tres breathed into her ear.
Solene flushed red to find that her hand was buried warmly up his sleeve, and that during the night she had practically curled up all over his lap. "This isn't a dream, isn't it?" She asked by way of answer as she distangled herself from him. "We're on a mission to go.... ghost hunting."
"Negative." Tres caught her hands, stilling her actions. "Not a ghost hunting mission, but an investigation of an old prison where rumours of a vampire or more were seen in the site, and where people has gone in but never come out." He tilted her face up to face him. "Do not think about it any longer, Solene. What one must be afraid of is fear itself."
Solene relaxed again in his lap, expression thoughtful. "Maybe...Maybe you're right. How long more till we reach Altoona?"
"Three hours, forty minutes and twenty-one seconds."
A fast expression of fear flitted across her face, but it disappeared as soon as it came. "And it's still raining eventhough it's morning? Wonderful.. this has got to be my most enjoyable mission ever. Let's get breakfast, Tres. At least it'll cheer me somewhat and get the ghosts off my mind."
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The trip passed in considerable boredom, and the pair was somewhat relieved to get off the train. Solene gave a weary grumble as she stretched on the platform. "Couldn't we have gotten Sister Kate to transport us in the Iron Maiden instead? She's done it beofre, and we're AX agents, after all."
"Negative. I do not think Sister Kate would consent to that," Tres said. "The Iron Maiden is a battleship, and it isn't made for transportation or travel. Futhermore, it's grounded due to monthly repairs." The android paused to get his bearings, then headed off in the direction of their hotel, his laser eye flashing slightly. "We have approximately two hours and ten minutes left before our mission. It's best that we get some rest and freshen up before commencing."
Solene glanced at the slightly pinkish sky and shuddred slightly, a look of apprehension dawning on her face. "God be with us tonight.... especially me...."
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Back at the Vatican, Leon and Abel were having a row with Catherina. "Catherina-san! This isn't right! Solene has a terror of the unexplained!" Abel swung an arm about. "She may be one of your trusted bodyguards, but even she has some kind of fear in her!"
"Abel," Catherina said slowly. "There is no such things as ghosts. Solene will have to realise that and face her fears."
"Your Eminence, this isn't a laughing matter," Leon suddenly said, causing her to raise her eybrows in surprise. "I've witnessed Solene's terror first hand, felt the shaking that wracked her body, heard her helpless whimpering. She's really terrified. It's not a joke."
Catherina sipped her tea thoughtfully. How the hell did Leon know about me laughing? Did he... no, it must've been his damn intuition at work again... "I understand both of your concern, but it's too late. Tres and Solene would've arrived in Altoona by now, and the next train leaves only tonight. There's no way for the both of you to join them in their mission, except by plane, which I think the both of you won't be able to rent with your limited pay. The Vatican will not fund you for a craft."
Abel looked at Leon. "What are we going to do?"
Leon srcatched his chin for a while, then gave him a feral grin. "Don't you worry, Father Four-Eyes. I think I know what..."
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"Absolutely not!" The hologram of Sister Kate was furious. "You are not using my beloved battleship as a trasport to Altoona!"
"But Kate!" Abel whined. "It's an emergency! Solene and Tres need our help!"
"I hardly think they do." Kate said icily. "Besides, I just got a report from Tres. They've begun the mission and has entered the prison."
"Damn!" Leon swore and ran a hand through his hair. If Solene were next to him, she would frown a little and remind him to mind his language.... though he had heard her swearing and cussing at Gunslinger for waking her up too early before. The thought almost brought a grin to her face, but he sobered immedieately again when he remembered where she was. Real worry swept through him. Strangely, he was getting worked up over her............ "Alright Kate, how about this. You give us both a lift in the Iron Maiden, I persuade the Professor to remove his Christmas Jingles from it's databases. Deal?"
Kate eyes him. "I won't have to listen to "Deck The Halls" a thousand times a day?"
Leon did his best to look innocent. "No."
Kate leaned back, contemplating. "For this one time, I agree... But if I ever hear another "Jingle Bell" before Christmas again... you're dead."
Leon grinned. "You got it, baby."
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((OOC: This is getting too long, so I'm splitting it into parts.))
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Some Random Idea.....
((OOC: I'm bored, really... nothing much to do.... *yawns*))
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Solene was down. She knew that this time.... she would die and nothing could save her. Dietrich bent over the shivering Priestess and lifted a hand, twitching his fingers to raise her head. Solene's head lifted up against her will and she was forced to look at him. "Solene.... You really are a beautiful girl, you know... Too bad it had to come to this....."
"Oh, come now, Marionettenspieler," Issak chuckled behind him, calmly smoking a cigar. "You can always wait untill she's dead and bring her back to to the Orden as your personal puppet."
"But it wouldn't be the same, Panzer Maiger." Dietrich smiled over his shoulder at the long black haired man. "I want her alive. It won't be fun if she's dead." He looked knowingly at his master. "Besides, I know you want her for yourself."
Issak's eyes narrowed, and he stared long and hard at his protege. "Don't push it too far, Dietrich." He threw the rest of his cigar away and nudged Solene's body over with a foot. Blood bubbled around a bullet lodged in her abdomen, staining the white robes she wore a rich crimson. "She won't die yet. The bullet didn't go deep."
"But she'll suffer." Dietrich smirked and made a sisscors-like, cutting motion over his raised fingers, and Solene fell forwards again, landing with a hard thump as he released her. "Goodbye, Solene D'Cruz... I hope you'll be able to live.... so we can meet again." He kissed her, leaving a trail up to her ear, and whispered, "Remember this, my dear.... Igne Natura Renovatur Integra..."
With that, the two Rosenkruez members vanished into the shadows, leaving her to bleed to death.
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"Solene! Solene!" Faintly, a rough Spanish-accented voice brought Solene out of the dark haze that enveloped her. Who is it....? she wondered dimly. How long had she lain there? Was she dead and gone to Paradise yet? "Solene!" she heard the voice again. "Wake up! You can't close your eyes! Stay with me!"
Grimacing against a sudden wave of pain, Solene struggled to open her eyes, and was rewarded by blurry outlines of faces. "Oh, thank God! Try to keep awake now! We don't want to lose you!" Leon? Water was poured into her mouth and she swallowed, returning to awareness of more searing pain that made her scream.
"Stop!!"
"Negative, Sister Solene," Came Tres's voice. Was it her deliriously pain filled mind, or was the android's voice shaking slightly? "The silver bullet has to be removed and your wound sealed, or you'll die of blood loss and poision from the silver in the bullet."
Tres's words penetrated the hazy fog in Solene's brain and her eyes widened. "You're.... digging...."
"Tres has to do it now and here to save you," Leon explained, relieved that she was awake and consious. "Just bear the pain, alright? It'll be over in no time, and......" He couldn't continue. Leon was holding her down, cushioning her head in his lap, trying to make her as confortable as possible. "Get on with it, tin-can," he growled. "I'm not going to let her die."
Tres shot him a freezing look, but continued heating a pair of tweezers untill it was red hot. His eyes met Solene's, who was still subconsious, her glazed eyes trying to focus on what he held. Something in him twisted, and for a moment, he wondered if one of his mechanisms had come loose, but he then realized..... he felt apprehensive and a bit of fear. His hand shook slightly as he reached towards the wound, and as he placed one palm against her side to brace himself, she weakly lifted a hand and closed it over his in a trembling grip.
Tres froze and lifted his head to look at her. Solene managed a little but brave nod, sending a message to him. I trust you... Go on.
It was settled, then. Tres returned his attention to the wound where the flow of blood had slowed to a small bubbling. Tearing away the fabric around it, Gunslinger inserted the hot tweezers with amazing accuracy, not touching the tender flesh of the small open wound. It was then that he began the probing and prying to get the bullet dislodged.
Leon winced as Solene threw her head back and let out a scream. Tears welled up and ran down her face, fresh rivulets that added to the dried tracks on her cheeks. Another scream tore from her throat, causing even the hardened Hispaniac to tremble. "Solene, we're almost there. Just hold on, alright?" He gripped her hand tightly, willing himself not to wonder what it would be like if his lover or his daughter was in her place. Solene held on to him, and belatedly, he realized that she wasn't asking Tres to stop eventhough she was in pain.
Tres finally managed to get around the bullet, and gripping it tightly with the tweezers, slowly pulling it out of her flesh. It tore the muscles and ligaments that had stuck to it during it's time there, earning another scream from Solene, who went limp the moment he was done, blood spurting again.
It was as if she was being stabbed by ten thousand silver daggers. Solene lay shivering in Leon's arms, glad Tres had got the bullet out. The pain, screaming and blood loss had left her physically exhausted, and the blackness that hovered at the edge of her consiousness now began to claim her........
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((OOC: Alright.... I'm too tired and my back aches.... Going off to hear Cupid's Chokehold since it's the song Leon dedicated to me.... Badadada Badadada...... Take a look at my girlfriend... She's the only one I got....))
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Solene was down. She knew that this time.... she would die and nothing could save her. Dietrich bent over the shivering Priestess and lifted a hand, twitching his fingers to raise her head. Solene's head lifted up against her will and she was forced to look at him. "Solene.... You really are a beautiful girl, you know... Too bad it had to come to this....."
"Oh, come now, Marionettenspieler," Issak chuckled behind him, calmly smoking a cigar. "You can always wait untill she's dead and bring her back to to the Orden as your personal puppet."
"But it wouldn't be the same, Panzer Maiger." Dietrich smiled over his shoulder at the long black haired man. "I want her alive. It won't be fun if she's dead." He looked knowingly at his master. "Besides, I know you want her for yourself."
Issak's eyes narrowed, and he stared long and hard at his protege. "Don't push it too far, Dietrich." He threw the rest of his cigar away and nudged Solene's body over with a foot. Blood bubbled around a bullet lodged in her abdomen, staining the white robes she wore a rich crimson. "She won't die yet. The bullet didn't go deep."
"But she'll suffer." Dietrich smirked and made a sisscors-like, cutting motion over his raised fingers, and Solene fell forwards again, landing with a hard thump as he released her. "Goodbye, Solene D'Cruz... I hope you'll be able to live.... so we can meet again." He kissed her, leaving a trail up to her ear, and whispered, "Remember this, my dear.... Igne Natura Renovatur Integra..."
With that, the two Rosenkruez members vanished into the shadows, leaving her to bleed to death.
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"Solene! Solene!" Faintly, a rough Spanish-accented voice brought Solene out of the dark haze that enveloped her. Who is it....? she wondered dimly. How long had she lain there? Was she dead and gone to Paradise yet? "Solene!" she heard the voice again. "Wake up! You can't close your eyes! Stay with me!"
Grimacing against a sudden wave of pain, Solene struggled to open her eyes, and was rewarded by blurry outlines of faces. "Oh, thank God! Try to keep awake now! We don't want to lose you!" Leon? Water was poured into her mouth and she swallowed, returning to awareness of more searing pain that made her scream.
"Stop!!"
"Negative, Sister Solene," Came Tres's voice. Was it her deliriously pain filled mind, or was the android's voice shaking slightly? "The silver bullet has to be removed and your wound sealed, or you'll die of blood loss and poision from the silver in the bullet."
Tres's words penetrated the hazy fog in Solene's brain and her eyes widened. "You're.... digging...."
"Tres has to do it now and here to save you," Leon explained, relieved that she was awake and consious. "Just bear the pain, alright? It'll be over in no time, and......" He couldn't continue. Leon was holding her down, cushioning her head in his lap, trying to make her as confortable as possible. "Get on with it, tin-can," he growled. "I'm not going to let her die."
Tres shot him a freezing look, but continued heating a pair of tweezers untill it was red hot. His eyes met Solene's, who was still subconsious, her glazed eyes trying to focus on what he held. Something in him twisted, and for a moment, he wondered if one of his mechanisms had come loose, but he then realized..... he felt apprehensive and a bit of fear. His hand shook slightly as he reached towards the wound, and as he placed one palm against her side to brace himself, she weakly lifted a hand and closed it over his in a trembling grip.
Tres froze and lifted his head to look at her. Solene managed a little but brave nod, sending a message to him. I trust you... Go on.
It was settled, then. Tres returned his attention to the wound where the flow of blood had slowed to a small bubbling. Tearing away the fabric around it, Gunslinger inserted the hot tweezers with amazing accuracy, not touching the tender flesh of the small open wound. It was then that he began the probing and prying to get the bullet dislodged.
Leon winced as Solene threw her head back and let out a scream. Tears welled up and ran down her face, fresh rivulets that added to the dried tracks on her cheeks. Another scream tore from her throat, causing even the hardened Hispaniac to tremble. "Solene, we're almost there. Just hold on, alright?" He gripped her hand tightly, willing himself not to wonder what it would be like if his lover or his daughter was in her place. Solene held on to him, and belatedly, he realized that she wasn't asking Tres to stop eventhough she was in pain.
Tres finally managed to get around the bullet, and gripping it tightly with the tweezers, slowly pulling it out of her flesh. It tore the muscles and ligaments that had stuck to it during it's time there, earning another scream from Solene, who went limp the moment he was done, blood spurting again.
It was as if she was being stabbed by ten thousand silver daggers. Solene lay shivering in Leon's arms, glad Tres had got the bullet out. The pain, screaming and blood loss had left her physically exhausted, and the blackness that hovered at the edge of her consiousness now began to claim her........
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((OOC: Alright.... I'm too tired and my back aches.... Going off to hear Cupid's Chokehold since it's the song Leon dedicated to me.... Badadada Badadada...... Take a look at my girlfriend... She's the only one I got....))
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
MySpace Roleplay
((OOC: Konichiwa! This is just a Roleplay the Trinity Blood Group had on MySpace on Wednesday Morning, 28 Febuary 2007. I play Seth Nightroad on MySpace, and this is what happened. Enjoy. My thanks to the rest of the other characters who played their roles and made this possible.))
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Seth Nightroad appeared in front of Father Hugue de Watteau, hands clasped in front of her. It was evening, and the Priest was shadowed, making him seem mysterious. "Father Hugue de Watteau." Seth looked at him seriously. "If it's not too bothersome, I wish to be informed on my brother Abel's condition. I... As his sister, I feel that I have to interfere with whatever he's trying to do to Contra Mundi, or help. Will you lend me your aid?"
Hugue's emerald eyes narrowed only slightly, shadowed by his hooded cloak. He had heard about Seth... he knew that she was truely the younger sister of Father Abel Nightroad..... and Cain. "... Why ask me then... Your Highness." Sword Dancer hardly tried to sound... proper. It was bad enough that she was the all time leader of those damned vampires.
Seth knew what crossed his mind just then, but this was no time to fight about Methuselah rights. "Because I cannot contact Tres, and if this goes on, I might join the Duchess Kiev." She rubbed her temples tiredly. "You're the only one I can trust..."
Meanwhile, Astharoshe Asran stood on top of a roof, lost in her thoughts, and noticed Seth appear to the priest. A smile graced her lips and she whispered quietly, "Good evening, Empress..." and cringed when Hugue shifted. "Sword Dancer..."
Seth noticed her but didn't turn. Don't worry about Hugue. I'm trying to convince him to give us information, She sent mentally to the Duchess.
"What exactly do you want to know, Your Highness?" Hugue asked mantaining that same old monotone voice with little or not emotion present. Many things were on his mind at the moment...
"I need to know the fastest way to Albion, and on Abel's status right now." Seth waited, holding her breath."
"It's critical from what I understand. However my communicator is broken, thus I cannot contact anyone nor recieve information." Hugue was speaking the truth... he himself was sick worrying about Abel. It wasn't often that he worried about someone other than himself.
Astharoshe looked at Seth and forced a smile. Alright, then..... All of a sudden, pain wracked her boday, making it freeze, and she lost her footing on the roof and fell to the ground.
Seth, biting her lip and still engaged in her conversation, didn't notice Astha's plight. "Would you allow me to come with you, then? I have to go to Albion. Abel..." Her voice trailed off as she saw movement and saw Astha falling. "Duchess!" Seth ran forwards to catch her. "Astha! Astha-san! Talk to me! Are you alright?! What happened?!"
Astharoshe opened her eyes and said weakly, "It hurts..... my back..... its bleeding where my wings are." She coughed up a bit of blood.
Seth hurriedly turned her over. "Oh, sweet Lord.... Who did this to you?!"
Hugue only narrowed his eyes slightly as Seth ran to catch the other woman. Honestly, he didn't have any concern of the other at all.... Abel... The Vatican... They were the only things that mattered to him. "I cannot stand around and pity an injured vampire. I'm leaving now."
Seth glared at him, Crusnik red flashing in her eyes for a second. "Go if you must, Hugue. Just... leave..."
Of course like always, hugue showed no sign of fear when she did this. "Fine," he replied before turning his back to head towards the city train station.
Seth continued to glower at him, but then looked away. "Abel was right..." she muttered to herself. "He's not a friendly one..."
True. Abel was right. But after Hugue's past, who could blame him. As a kid he got to watch his family be torn apart in front of his eyes, pieces to pieces. On top of that he had a sister he would search for until his last breath..... Betrayed and damn right unlucky.... That's who Hugue was. "..."
Seth bent over her fallen servant. "You're not the only one... You forget... Cain is my brother as well.... I'm as unlucky as you are...."
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There was a moment of silenece as Hugue departed silently, then Seth quickly turned her attentionback to a stricken Astha, tears welling up in her eyes. "This is all Cain's fault! Stay put, Astha! If only Gunslinger was here to help us..." A steady stream of static came over Astha's earpiece, and Seth activated hers, searching for the android's signal. "Gunslinger! Astharoshe is injured! I'd been planning to go to Albion, but under the circumstances.... What is your status?"
Tres's surprised voice came over the earpiece. "Empress, is that you?" Static. "Cur...tly... i... Al...n...."
"Gunslinger! Gunslinger! You're breaking up!" Seth cried as more static came on. "Tres! Is Abel there?"
Astha stirred at that instant and struggled to speak. "My.... clone... was.... hit. When they are attacked, I take a bit of damage...." She began to cry. "I'm so worried about Abel..... I'm willing to hurt myself to look for him."
Seth just bent over her, a little shocked at seeing the normally fiery Duchess lose control of her emotions. "Cain is planning to take Abel in Albion..." Her voice beacame soft. "And I've managed to contact Gunslinger at last...."
"Empress!" Tres managed to get a better signal. "Empress... Father Nightroad..." He broke off due to the riots going on in Albion.
"Tres!" Seth tried again. "Astharoshe is injured! We need help!" The mention of her brother's name hit her like an impact just then and a cold shiver gripped her. "What's going on with Abel?"
"Cain.... I can't believe I..." Astha smiled weakly, making the young Crusnik's attention to snap back to her. "Don't shed tears for me, Empress. I am not dead yet..." She coughed again and tried to sit up. "I won't die... not while Abel is not by my side..."
"You're too weak!" Seth tried to stop her, her voice dropping. "Wait... Tres has replied. He says that..... Abel......."
"Empress, what has happened to Lady Astharoshe?" Tres moved to a safer place and resumed the connection, tightening his grip on a suitcase. "Why is Lady Astharoshe injured?"
Seth touched her earpiece. "Her clone was hit during a riot. The Duchess is currently injured badly. Requesting medical assisstance."
"I apologize, Empress, but I can not comply. I am currently in Albion. I was sent by Lady Catherina to.... save Abel." His voice trailed off at the end of his sentence.
Seth's eyes widened and her voice trailed off. "Abel..... Abel..... Wh-What has happened to him...? Is he...."
Astha heard the panic in Seth's voice and said weakly, "I have to get another one to Albion. I have to get Abel before Cain gets him."
Seth wasn't listening, what she heard from Tres stopped her heart for a second. "... Positive. He was killed in the Ghetto while on his rescue mission." Tres picked up his suitcase and started to head for the cathedral. "When my mission is complete, I shall return."
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There was stunned silence for a while and Tres could literally feel the pain and shock behind it. "NOOOO! THIS CAN'T BE!!!!" Seth's cry was full of sadness. A few shaky breaths and silence reigned again, then a question was suddenly sprung on him. "Tres, what is the fastest way to Albion? I'm coming to face Cain."
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Astha saw Seth's face drain of all colour before she threw her head back and cried out. She looked at her beloved Empress with wide eyes. "Abel what?" Her voice broke. "What happened to him?" Again, the Asran heir tried to stand, but arched in pain and placed a hand over her heart, grasping it to ease the pain. "Abel....."
Seth bowed her head, tears falling. Abel-nii-san is dead..... Abel... is dead. Cain killed him in the ghetto.... And I will face Cain-nii-san. She looked up with resolution. "I'm going to Albion, Astha. I have to face my brother for this."
"Negative, Empress." Tres's voice said suddenly. In her grief, Seth forgot that Gunslinger could hear her conversation with Astha. "It is too dangerous. We cannot risk your life, you must survive to ensure peace between Methuselahs and Terrans." Tres kept a steady pace to the cathedral. "Father Nightroad will be alright...." His voice trailed off.
Seth sighed. "I'm sorry, Gunslinger, but I've made up my mind. Even the Duchess... She wants to go, injured or not, and I can't leave her. I'm coming to Albion."
Astha was shocked. "That can't be.... Abel isn't gone." She started crying. "Don't tell me that. I didn't even tell him how I felt. I have to go to Albion. Don't try to stop me. I don't care how weak I am, I need to be near him right now....."
Seth nodded. "Take it easy, Astha.... We shall go together then..."
Tres stopped in his tracks when he heard this. "Negative. Lady Astharoshe and the Empress must remain in the Empire."
Seth gritted her teeth. Tres, this is my BROTHER we're talking about! If Cain shows up, I'm the only one who can stop him!" She controlled her tears, trying hard not to cry. "Astha is badly injured, but she's already moving there..."
Astha regained her strength, as Seth raged at Tres, all the while thinking, You're such a jerk, Abel. I discover I love you and then you die... She pushed herself up and looked at Seth. "We need a plan before we go. Tres will be very upset with us..." She tried to spread her wings, but the pain made her freeze again and fall to her knees. "I can't even spread my wings.... yet."
"He is upset. He's insisting that we stay in the Empire." Seth sighed. "Take it easy.... You're still injured. Let me spread my own wings." She shifted into her Crusnik form st 20% and spread the fairy like wings that she owned as Crusnik 03.
"I can not allow you to come to Albion. All is under control. As I have said before, Father Nightroad will be fine." Tres started showing a little anger in his voice.
Seth closed her eyes for a bit. "Tres.... there is no way you can stop me once I've made up my mind. Abel may be fine like you said, but I'm sorry." With that, she promptly cut off her connection with him.
Astha coughed, supported by Seth. "So, where will we go?"
Seth winced. "Tres isn't so happy that we're coming to Albion. We have to go, but quietly. I'm cutting all contact with him now. Show me the way, Duchess."
Astha's coughs became a bit more violent. "No... Don't cut contact. As much as I don't like it, we will stay here. I think I can manage another clone, but this time, I will make so that it isn't easily detected. I do not want to make Tres angry... No matter how upset we feel right now. Nor do I wish to be dead weight. We will not move, Empress.... not yet."
Seth sighed heavily. "As you wish... An angry Tres isn't what we need now anyway. I will re-establish contact with him and inform him that we will dispatch two clones in our stead instead." She re-established contact, sounding defeated. "Empress to Gunslinger. We sill stay in the Empire for now, and dispatch two clones to Albion as our scouts. Forgive my earlier outburst."
Tres's voice had a hint of regret and pity in it. "All is forgiven, Empress. I can understand what must be going through your head right now."
Astha smiled. "Thank you, Empress..." She closed her eyes and raised her hand as Seth returned to her normal form. Two images of them appeared. "There...." She opened her eyes and tried to sit up.
Seth nodded. "Thank you, Astha. Try not to move.... At least stay until your wings regenerate..."
Astha nodded gratefully. "Of course."
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((OOC: That was it for today. We all got a little headachy and tired form staring at the screen, so we stopped for now. Till the next roleplay.... and OH MY GOD!!!! TODAY'S THE LAST EPISODE OF TRINITY BLOOD!!!! THAT MEANS.... THAT MEANS..... ABEL AND CAIN'S GONNA BE FIGHTING TODAY!!! AHHHHHH!!!! *cries and cries*))
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Seth Nightroad appeared in front of Father Hugue de Watteau, hands clasped in front of her. It was evening, and the Priest was shadowed, making him seem mysterious. "Father Hugue de Watteau." Seth looked at him seriously. "If it's not too bothersome, I wish to be informed on my brother Abel's condition. I... As his sister, I feel that I have to interfere with whatever he's trying to do to Contra Mundi, or help. Will you lend me your aid?"
Hugue's emerald eyes narrowed only slightly, shadowed by his hooded cloak. He had heard about Seth... he knew that she was truely the younger sister of Father Abel Nightroad..... and Cain. "... Why ask me then... Your Highness." Sword Dancer hardly tried to sound... proper. It was bad enough that she was the all time leader of those damned vampires.
Seth knew what crossed his mind just then, but this was no time to fight about Methuselah rights. "Because I cannot contact Tres, and if this goes on, I might join the Duchess Kiev." She rubbed her temples tiredly. "You're the only one I can trust..."
Meanwhile, Astharoshe Asran stood on top of a roof, lost in her thoughts, and noticed Seth appear to the priest. A smile graced her lips and she whispered quietly, "Good evening, Empress..." and cringed when Hugue shifted. "Sword Dancer..."
Seth noticed her but didn't turn. Don't worry about Hugue. I'm trying to convince him to give us information, She sent mentally to the Duchess.
"What exactly do you want to know, Your Highness?" Hugue asked mantaining that same old monotone voice with little or not emotion present. Many things were on his mind at the moment...
"I need to know the fastest way to Albion, and on Abel's status right now." Seth waited, holding her breath."
"It's critical from what I understand. However my communicator is broken, thus I cannot contact anyone nor recieve information." Hugue was speaking the truth... he himself was sick worrying about Abel. It wasn't often that he worried about someone other than himself.
Astharoshe looked at Seth and forced a smile. Alright, then..... All of a sudden, pain wracked her boday, making it freeze, and she lost her footing on the roof and fell to the ground.
Seth, biting her lip and still engaged in her conversation, didn't notice Astha's plight. "Would you allow me to come with you, then? I have to go to Albion. Abel..." Her voice trailed off as she saw movement and saw Astha falling. "Duchess!" Seth ran forwards to catch her. "Astha! Astha-san! Talk to me! Are you alright?! What happened?!"
Astharoshe opened her eyes and said weakly, "It hurts..... my back..... its bleeding where my wings are." She coughed up a bit of blood.
Seth hurriedly turned her over. "Oh, sweet Lord.... Who did this to you?!"
Hugue only narrowed his eyes slightly as Seth ran to catch the other woman. Honestly, he didn't have any concern of the other at all.... Abel... The Vatican... They were the only things that mattered to him. "I cannot stand around and pity an injured vampire. I'm leaving now."
Seth glared at him, Crusnik red flashing in her eyes for a second. "Go if you must, Hugue. Just... leave..."
Of course like always, hugue showed no sign of fear when she did this. "Fine," he replied before turning his back to head towards the city train station.
Seth continued to glower at him, but then looked away. "Abel was right..." she muttered to herself. "He's not a friendly one..."
True. Abel was right. But after Hugue's past, who could blame him. As a kid he got to watch his family be torn apart in front of his eyes, pieces to pieces. On top of that he had a sister he would search for until his last breath..... Betrayed and damn right unlucky.... That's who Hugue was. "..."
Seth bent over her fallen servant. "You're not the only one... You forget... Cain is my brother as well.... I'm as unlucky as you are...."
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There was a moment of silenece as Hugue departed silently, then Seth quickly turned her attentionback to a stricken Astha, tears welling up in her eyes. "This is all Cain's fault! Stay put, Astha! If only Gunslinger was here to help us..." A steady stream of static came over Astha's earpiece, and Seth activated hers, searching for the android's signal. "Gunslinger! Astharoshe is injured! I'd been planning to go to Albion, but under the circumstances.... What is your status?"
Tres's surprised voice came over the earpiece. "Empress, is that you?" Static. "Cur...tly... i... Al...n...."
"Gunslinger! Gunslinger! You're breaking up!" Seth cried as more static came on. "Tres! Is Abel there?"
Astha stirred at that instant and struggled to speak. "My.... clone... was.... hit. When they are attacked, I take a bit of damage...." She began to cry. "I'm so worried about Abel..... I'm willing to hurt myself to look for him."
Seth just bent over her, a little shocked at seeing the normally fiery Duchess lose control of her emotions. "Cain is planning to take Abel in Albion..." Her voice beacame soft. "And I've managed to contact Gunslinger at last...."
"Empress!" Tres managed to get a better signal. "Empress... Father Nightroad..." He broke off due to the riots going on in Albion.
"Tres!" Seth tried again. "Astharoshe is injured! We need help!" The mention of her brother's name hit her like an impact just then and a cold shiver gripped her. "What's going on with Abel?"
"Cain.... I can't believe I..." Astha smiled weakly, making the young Crusnik's attention to snap back to her. "Don't shed tears for me, Empress. I am not dead yet..." She coughed again and tried to sit up. "I won't die... not while Abel is not by my side..."
"You're too weak!" Seth tried to stop her, her voice dropping. "Wait... Tres has replied. He says that..... Abel......."
"Empress, what has happened to Lady Astharoshe?" Tres moved to a safer place and resumed the connection, tightening his grip on a suitcase. "Why is Lady Astharoshe injured?"
Seth touched her earpiece. "Her clone was hit during a riot. The Duchess is currently injured badly. Requesting medical assisstance."
"I apologize, Empress, but I can not comply. I am currently in Albion. I was sent by Lady Catherina to.... save Abel." His voice trailed off at the end of his sentence.
Seth's eyes widened and her voice trailed off. "Abel..... Abel..... Wh-What has happened to him...? Is he...."
Astha heard the panic in Seth's voice and said weakly, "I have to get another one to Albion. I have to get Abel before Cain gets him."
Seth wasn't listening, what she heard from Tres stopped her heart for a second. "... Positive. He was killed in the Ghetto while on his rescue mission." Tres picked up his suitcase and started to head for the cathedral. "When my mission is complete, I shall return."
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There was stunned silence for a while and Tres could literally feel the pain and shock behind it. "NOOOO! THIS CAN'T BE!!!!" Seth's cry was full of sadness. A few shaky breaths and silence reigned again, then a question was suddenly sprung on him. "Tres, what is the fastest way to Albion? I'm coming to face Cain."
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Astha saw Seth's face drain of all colour before she threw her head back and cried out. She looked at her beloved Empress with wide eyes. "Abel what?" Her voice broke. "What happened to him?" Again, the Asran heir tried to stand, but arched in pain and placed a hand over her heart, grasping it to ease the pain. "Abel....."
Seth bowed her head, tears falling. Abel-nii-san is dead..... Abel... is dead. Cain killed him in the ghetto.... And I will face Cain-nii-san. She looked up with resolution. "I'm going to Albion, Astha. I have to face my brother for this."
"Negative, Empress." Tres's voice said suddenly. In her grief, Seth forgot that Gunslinger could hear her conversation with Astha. "It is too dangerous. We cannot risk your life, you must survive to ensure peace between Methuselahs and Terrans." Tres kept a steady pace to the cathedral. "Father Nightroad will be alright...." His voice trailed off.
Seth sighed. "I'm sorry, Gunslinger, but I've made up my mind. Even the Duchess... She wants to go, injured or not, and I can't leave her. I'm coming to Albion."
Astha was shocked. "That can't be.... Abel isn't gone." She started crying. "Don't tell me that. I didn't even tell him how I felt. I have to go to Albion. Don't try to stop me. I don't care how weak I am, I need to be near him right now....."
Seth nodded. "Take it easy, Astha.... We shall go together then..."
Tres stopped in his tracks when he heard this. "Negative. Lady Astharoshe and the Empress must remain in the Empire."
Seth gritted her teeth. Tres, this is my BROTHER we're talking about! If Cain shows up, I'm the only one who can stop him!" She controlled her tears, trying hard not to cry. "Astha is badly injured, but she's already moving there..."
Astha regained her strength, as Seth raged at Tres, all the while thinking, You're such a jerk, Abel. I discover I love you and then you die... She pushed herself up and looked at Seth. "We need a plan before we go. Tres will be very upset with us..." She tried to spread her wings, but the pain made her freeze again and fall to her knees. "I can't even spread my wings.... yet."
"He is upset. He's insisting that we stay in the Empire." Seth sighed. "Take it easy.... You're still injured. Let me spread my own wings." She shifted into her Crusnik form st 20% and spread the fairy like wings that she owned as Crusnik 03.
"I can not allow you to come to Albion. All is under control. As I have said before, Father Nightroad will be fine." Tres started showing a little anger in his voice.
Seth closed her eyes for a bit. "Tres.... there is no way you can stop me once I've made up my mind. Abel may be fine like you said, but I'm sorry." With that, she promptly cut off her connection with him.
Astha coughed, supported by Seth. "So, where will we go?"
Seth winced. "Tres isn't so happy that we're coming to Albion. We have to go, but quietly. I'm cutting all contact with him now. Show me the way, Duchess."
Astha's coughs became a bit more violent. "No... Don't cut contact. As much as I don't like it, we will stay here. I think I can manage another clone, but this time, I will make so that it isn't easily detected. I do not want to make Tres angry... No matter how upset we feel right now. Nor do I wish to be dead weight. We will not move, Empress.... not yet."
Seth sighed heavily. "As you wish... An angry Tres isn't what we need now anyway. I will re-establish contact with him and inform him that we will dispatch two clones in our stead instead." She re-established contact, sounding defeated. "Empress to Gunslinger. We sill stay in the Empire for now, and dispatch two clones to Albion as our scouts. Forgive my earlier outburst."
Tres's voice had a hint of regret and pity in it. "All is forgiven, Empress. I can understand what must be going through your head right now."
Astha smiled. "Thank you, Empress..." She closed her eyes and raised her hand as Seth returned to her normal form. Two images of them appeared. "There...." She opened her eyes and tried to sit up.
Seth nodded. "Thank you, Astha. Try not to move.... At least stay until your wings regenerate..."
Astha nodded gratefully. "Of course."
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((OOC: That was it for today. We all got a little headachy and tired form staring at the screen, so we stopped for now. Till the next roleplay.... and OH MY GOD!!!! TODAY'S THE LAST EPISODE OF TRINITY BLOOD!!!! THAT MEANS.... THAT MEANS..... ABEL AND CAIN'S GONNA BE FIGHTING TODAY!!! AHHHHHH!!!! *cries and cries*))
Sunday, February 25, 2007
To Be Human (A hint of Matureness!)
((OOC: Damn! I'm really out of ideas for "Tres's Choice", sorry! Anyway, here's just another something that popped into my head......))
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(Morning 8:00 a.m.)
Solene ran about, running errands for Catherina as the flustered Cardinal tried to get herself organized for the day. Kate couldn't help as much as Solene did, so she did her part by reminding Catherina about the day's schedule. Tres, of course, sttod silently in a corner as Havel straightened out the messy paperwork. Same old morning panic before things settled down.
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(Mid-morning 10:30 a.m.)
"I'm telling you, Abel, you can't have anymore food! You've eaten a perfectly good breakfast half an hour ago!" Solene said exasperatedly. "Honestly, you have a bottomless pit for a stomach!"
"But Soleneeeee!" Abel whined. "I'll be back fast! I just need to make another trip to the kitchens...."
"No means no! Now come on, we have a mission to settle...." Solene dragged the whining Crusnik by his collar out.
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(Lunch 12:00 p.m)
Astharoshe Asran watched with a half-disgusted, half-exasperated look on her face as Abel scarfed his lunch down as if there was no tomorrow. Solene had a frustrated expression. "Forgive me, Lady. I wouldn't have invited you out to lunch if I knew Abel was being posted with me."
"It's alright, really." Astharoshe waved a hand and picked up her glass of wine. "I'm used to his actions. Though I think Father Nightroad here has to learn a bit of table manners."
Solene grimanced and sipped at her tea, her appitite taken away as she watched Abel eat. Her stomach grumbled, but she didn't want to eat. "So then, Lady Astharoshe, Catherina-sama informed me that we were to escort you around Rome while you check on the Methuselah population."
"That is correct, Sister D'Cruz." Astharoshe nodded, relieved to have something else to take Abel off her mind. "The Empress wishes to know how the Methuselah of Rome are faring, and if given the chance, would they accept an invitation to live in the Byzantium Empire."
Solene hummed thoughtfully, touching the tip of her nose with a finger. "The Empress is wise indeed. I'm sure the entire Empire is faring well under her just rule."
Astharoshe gave her a rare smile. "Indeed. I shall inform her Highness of your kind words."
Abel looked up, his mouth bulging full of food as the two females smiled at each other. "Ashcha-san... Yoshre schmiling...."
"Just swallow or you'll eat Gae Bolg next!" Astharoshe growled and pointed her weapon at him as Solene turned green.
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(Afternoon 3:00 p.m)
"Solene-chan!" A familliar rough voice rang out as the trio made their way down a side street.
"Leon?" Said priestess turned to see Dandelion coming up. "Whatever is the matter? You look hassled."
"I..uh..." Leon glanced uneasily at Astha and Abel before pulling Solene aside. "I need your help, kid. You won't mind, right? I really, really need your help. I'll give you all of my next paycheck if you say yes."
Solene put her hands on her hips. "I'm on a mission, de Asturias. I can't help you right now. Besides, bribery is against the Commandments."
"Go help your friend, Sister D'Cruz," Astha said unexpectedly. "I think Father Nightroad and I will do fine on our own. Anyway, no one knows if no one tells."
Solene raised an eyebrow as Astha dragged Abel off. "Fine. I'll help you. Just this once."
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(Evening 6:00 p.m)
"Leon, what exactly is this?!" Solene shrieked as she surfaced after falling into the sewer. Said priest scratched his head sheepishly with a hand, the other clutching a huge orange tom cat.
"Ah, gomen ne... Stephanie lost her cat and got pretty worried. So... I kinda... offered to help search for it."
"This is the last time I'm helping you find your girlfriend's cat." Solene stormed out of the murky water. "You owe two month's pay to me!"
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(Mid- evening 7:00 p.m)
Catherina's eyes widened slightly as Solene returned to the Vatican. "Sister D'Cruz! Did you..."
"I can explain..." Solene began, but the Cardinal cut her off with a smile and wave of her hand.
"Sister Kate informed me of what happened. Rest assured that Father Garcia de Asturias's next paychecks will go to you. In the meantime, hurry and freshen up, get a change of uniform. Cardinal Francessco has called for a confrence."
Solene inwardly groaned.
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It was 1:00 a.m when Solene finally trudged back to her room, weary, half-deaf and hungry. She couldn't help but feel sorry for Pope Alessandro as the teen cowered in the middle of his screaming brother and sister. But Queen of Heart was feeling rather irritable and tired at the moment, so she wasted no time pitying him, but immedieately changed and fell on her bed in a heap.
Later that night, there was a quiet but firm knock at the door, and waking up with a grumble, Solene crossed the room and opened the door, ready to yell at whoever had the gall to disturb her rest. Oh, yes, Sister D'Cruz wasn't one who woke with a good mood.
Right now, she just mumbled every curse that was in the book as she swung the door open and saw... Tres. The android sensed her hostility and carefully looked her over.
"Tres. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Lady Catherina would like me to stay with you for the night, Solene."
Solene gave a sigh. "I'm not going to run off from the Vatican. You can guard me outside, okay? Oyasumi nasai." She closed the door, but the android stopped her. "It would be better if I was inside, Solene."
Solene growled and swore under her breath, irritated. "Fine then! Whatever you want! It's not like we've never shared a room before...." She opened the door wider and let him in before stomping back to her bed and pulling the covers over her head. Once under the blanket, Solene allowed a small smile to grace her lips. You're somewhat irritating at times, Tres Iques....
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Tres watched Solene for over three hours, thought racing through his head. He had lied, he knew, but he had done it because he suddenly missed her, and she had been acting cold towards him for the past two days. Quietly walking over to where she lay, he knelt on the carpet and observed the sleeping girl's expressionless face. He somehow loved her..... loved her so much that it hurt at times, and he just......
A strand of hair fell down her forehead and Tres gently brushed it away with a finger. She looked so beautiful asleep... So why was he feeling this strange pain? Why? Why was a finger of sadness and pain winding it's way into his heart appratus?
He moved closer to her, so close that he felt her warm breath flutter on his cheek.... and Solene blearily opened her eyes. Emerald eyes locked with his, and she sat up abruptly with a little scream. "Ahhh!!! Tres! What are you doing?! You almost gave me a heart attack!"
"Just checking your status," Tres answered in a monotone. "Your body tempreature seemed to be lower than standard, and you were fidgeting in your sleep."
Solene frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Affirmative...."
Queen of Heart hummed a little thoughtfully and relaxed, her gaze on Gunslinger, assessing him. He moved closer, one gloved hand cupping her cheek and he suddenly nuzzled her ear.
"Explain this feeling to me..... why does it hurt and yet not when I look at you.....?"
Solene sucked in a sharp breath. "Because..... it's human to feel those things.... human to love... even you're not...."
Tres faced her, touching noses. "Then show me what it's like...... show me what it's like to be human.... Show me how to feel, how to love.... show me...."
Solene satred in shock at him. Tres was actually acting human. He looked so unsure, so..... A hint of warmth shone from his eyes, capturing her. His face moved closer and their lips touched.
Tres gently pressed his lips to hers, surprising the already startled and shocked girl. Her eyes fluttered shut and she relaxed against him, parting her lips slightly, allowing him to go further, running her tounge lightly over his lips. Tres did the same before he slipped his tounge into her mouth, earning a whimper of pleasure from her. He pulled away then, leaving Solene breathless.
Tres slid his hand around her waist, feeling the shudder that ran through her , feeling the heat and the shape of her slender waist under her nightgown. Solene wrapped her arms around his neck, his muscles tensing then relaxing under her touch. Their gazes locked as they touched foreheads, staring deep into each other's eyes, drinking in the passion that raged like a strong fire there.
Tres removed his hands and undid his cassock, tossing it aside onto the bedside table before taking the gold rings off. Solene swallowed and was about to say something, but the android stopped her by kissing her neck, running his fingers down the sides of her body, making her flush red. Nibbling her neck, her teased her straps down, breathing on her shoulders.
Solene's eyes were glazed and she made no protest, looking flushed and dreamy from what he was doing. It goaded Tres on and he felt a fierce satisfaction to see her in this state. Gunslinger slowly began undoing his uniform, exposing his chest.
Solene lost all other thoughts as he leaned forwards and kissed her, sliding his tounge into her mouth, twining it aroung hers. She pressed close to him and begged for more.
She just loved it.
Tres pulled back to give her air and saw that her eyes were half closed, lips slightly parted, lust clearly written all over her face.
He simply wanted more.
It was human.... and he was acting human... he was feeling human.
Solene caught his gaze. "Is that enough, or do you want more?" Her whisper tickled his ear.
Wordlessly, Tres shrugged off the rest of his uniform and did the same with her nightgown as he climbed atop her.....
"Tres!"
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((OOC: Okay, that's it.... I'll leave it to your imagination to figure out what Tres and Solene were doing... (grins) But I guess that's pretty obvious, ne?))
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(Morning 8:00 a.m.)
Solene ran about, running errands for Catherina as the flustered Cardinal tried to get herself organized for the day. Kate couldn't help as much as Solene did, so she did her part by reminding Catherina about the day's schedule. Tres, of course, sttod silently in a corner as Havel straightened out the messy paperwork. Same old morning panic before things settled down.
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(Mid-morning 10:30 a.m.)
"I'm telling you, Abel, you can't have anymore food! You've eaten a perfectly good breakfast half an hour ago!" Solene said exasperatedly. "Honestly, you have a bottomless pit for a stomach!"
"But Soleneeeee!" Abel whined. "I'll be back fast! I just need to make another trip to the kitchens...."
"No means no! Now come on, we have a mission to settle...." Solene dragged the whining Crusnik by his collar out.
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(Lunch 12:00 p.m)
Astharoshe Asran watched with a half-disgusted, half-exasperated look on her face as Abel scarfed his lunch down as if there was no tomorrow. Solene had a frustrated expression. "Forgive me, Lady. I wouldn't have invited you out to lunch if I knew Abel was being posted with me."
"It's alright, really." Astharoshe waved a hand and picked up her glass of wine. "I'm used to his actions. Though I think Father Nightroad here has to learn a bit of table manners."
Solene grimanced and sipped at her tea, her appitite taken away as she watched Abel eat. Her stomach grumbled, but she didn't want to eat. "So then, Lady Astharoshe, Catherina-sama informed me that we were to escort you around Rome while you check on the Methuselah population."
"That is correct, Sister D'Cruz." Astharoshe nodded, relieved to have something else to take Abel off her mind. "The Empress wishes to know how the Methuselah of Rome are faring, and if given the chance, would they accept an invitation to live in the Byzantium Empire."
Solene hummed thoughtfully, touching the tip of her nose with a finger. "The Empress is wise indeed. I'm sure the entire Empire is faring well under her just rule."
Astharoshe gave her a rare smile. "Indeed. I shall inform her Highness of your kind words."
Abel looked up, his mouth bulging full of food as the two females smiled at each other. "Ashcha-san... Yoshre schmiling...."
"Just swallow or you'll eat Gae Bolg next!" Astharoshe growled and pointed her weapon at him as Solene turned green.
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(Afternoon 3:00 p.m)
"Solene-chan!" A familliar rough voice rang out as the trio made their way down a side street.
"Leon?" Said priestess turned to see Dandelion coming up. "Whatever is the matter? You look hassled."
"I..uh..." Leon glanced uneasily at Astha and Abel before pulling Solene aside. "I need your help, kid. You won't mind, right? I really, really need your help. I'll give you all of my next paycheck if you say yes."
Solene put her hands on her hips. "I'm on a mission, de Asturias. I can't help you right now. Besides, bribery is against the Commandments."
"Go help your friend, Sister D'Cruz," Astha said unexpectedly. "I think Father Nightroad and I will do fine on our own. Anyway, no one knows if no one tells."
Solene raised an eyebrow as Astha dragged Abel off. "Fine. I'll help you. Just this once."
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(Evening 6:00 p.m)
"Leon, what exactly is this?!" Solene shrieked as she surfaced after falling into the sewer. Said priest scratched his head sheepishly with a hand, the other clutching a huge orange tom cat.
"Ah, gomen ne... Stephanie lost her cat and got pretty worried. So... I kinda... offered to help search for it."
"This is the last time I'm helping you find your girlfriend's cat." Solene stormed out of the murky water. "You owe two month's pay to me!"
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(Mid- evening 7:00 p.m)
Catherina's eyes widened slightly as Solene returned to the Vatican. "Sister D'Cruz! Did you..."
"I can explain..." Solene began, but the Cardinal cut her off with a smile and wave of her hand.
"Sister Kate informed me of what happened. Rest assured that Father Garcia de Asturias's next paychecks will go to you. In the meantime, hurry and freshen up, get a change of uniform. Cardinal Francessco has called for a confrence."
Solene inwardly groaned.
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It was 1:00 a.m when Solene finally trudged back to her room, weary, half-deaf and hungry. She couldn't help but feel sorry for Pope Alessandro as the teen cowered in the middle of his screaming brother and sister. But Queen of Heart was feeling rather irritable and tired at the moment, so she wasted no time pitying him, but immedieately changed and fell on her bed in a heap.
Later that night, there was a quiet but firm knock at the door, and waking up with a grumble, Solene crossed the room and opened the door, ready to yell at whoever had the gall to disturb her rest. Oh, yes, Sister D'Cruz wasn't one who woke with a good mood.
Right now, she just mumbled every curse that was in the book as she swung the door open and saw... Tres. The android sensed her hostility and carefully looked her over.
"Tres. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Lady Catherina would like me to stay with you for the night, Solene."
Solene gave a sigh. "I'm not going to run off from the Vatican. You can guard me outside, okay? Oyasumi nasai." She closed the door, but the android stopped her. "It would be better if I was inside, Solene."
Solene growled and swore under her breath, irritated. "Fine then! Whatever you want! It's not like we've never shared a room before...." She opened the door wider and let him in before stomping back to her bed and pulling the covers over her head. Once under the blanket, Solene allowed a small smile to grace her lips. You're somewhat irritating at times, Tres Iques....
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Tres watched Solene for over three hours, thought racing through his head. He had lied, he knew, but he had done it because he suddenly missed her, and she had been acting cold towards him for the past two days. Quietly walking over to where she lay, he knelt on the carpet and observed the sleeping girl's expressionless face. He somehow loved her..... loved her so much that it hurt at times, and he just......
A strand of hair fell down her forehead and Tres gently brushed it away with a finger. She looked so beautiful asleep... So why was he feeling this strange pain? Why? Why was a finger of sadness and pain winding it's way into his heart appratus?
He moved closer to her, so close that he felt her warm breath flutter on his cheek.... and Solene blearily opened her eyes. Emerald eyes locked with his, and she sat up abruptly with a little scream. "Ahhh!!! Tres! What are you doing?! You almost gave me a heart attack!"
"Just checking your status," Tres answered in a monotone. "Your body tempreature seemed to be lower than standard, and you were fidgeting in your sleep."
Solene frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Affirmative...."
Queen of Heart hummed a little thoughtfully and relaxed, her gaze on Gunslinger, assessing him. He moved closer, one gloved hand cupping her cheek and he suddenly nuzzled her ear.
"Explain this feeling to me..... why does it hurt and yet not when I look at you.....?"
Solene sucked in a sharp breath. "Because..... it's human to feel those things.... human to love... even you're not...."
Tres faced her, touching noses. "Then show me what it's like...... show me what it's like to be human.... Show me how to feel, how to love.... show me...."
Solene satred in shock at him. Tres was actually acting human. He looked so unsure, so..... A hint of warmth shone from his eyes, capturing her. His face moved closer and their lips touched.
Tres gently pressed his lips to hers, surprising the already startled and shocked girl. Her eyes fluttered shut and she relaxed against him, parting her lips slightly, allowing him to go further, running her tounge lightly over his lips. Tres did the same before he slipped his tounge into her mouth, earning a whimper of pleasure from her. He pulled away then, leaving Solene breathless.
Tres slid his hand around her waist, feeling the shudder that ran through her , feeling the heat and the shape of her slender waist under her nightgown. Solene wrapped her arms around his neck, his muscles tensing then relaxing under her touch. Their gazes locked as they touched foreheads, staring deep into each other's eyes, drinking in the passion that raged like a strong fire there.
Tres removed his hands and undid his cassock, tossing it aside onto the bedside table before taking the gold rings off. Solene swallowed and was about to say something, but the android stopped her by kissing her neck, running his fingers down the sides of her body, making her flush red. Nibbling her neck, her teased her straps down, breathing on her shoulders.
Solene's eyes were glazed and she made no protest, looking flushed and dreamy from what he was doing. It goaded Tres on and he felt a fierce satisfaction to see her in this state. Gunslinger slowly began undoing his uniform, exposing his chest.
Solene lost all other thoughts as he leaned forwards and kissed her, sliding his tounge into her mouth, twining it aroung hers. She pressed close to him and begged for more.
She just loved it.
Tres pulled back to give her air and saw that her eyes were half closed, lips slightly parted, lust clearly written all over her face.
He simply wanted more.
It was human.... and he was acting human... he was feeling human.
Solene caught his gaze. "Is that enough, or do you want more?" Her whisper tickled his ear.
Wordlessly, Tres shrugged off the rest of his uniform and did the same with her nightgown as he climbed atop her.....
"Tres!"
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((OOC: Okay, that's it.... I'll leave it to your imagination to figure out what Tres and Solene were doing... (grins) But I guess that's pretty obvious, ne?))
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Tres's Choice (Part two)
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From left to right:
Abel Nightroad aka Crusnik (02)
William Walter Wordsworth aka Professor
Tres Iques aka Gunslinger
Leon Garcia de Asturias aka Dandelion
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William met up with Leon at the appointed place, looking around warily. "Did you find him?"
"With all this damned Auto Jager around, it's a miracle if we get to the Orden's member in time." Leon scratched his head, grumbling. "They have to be gone by now. I think they're weren't expecting a surprise attack."
"That would seem so," Abel's voice rang out as he walked towards them, Tres in tow. "I went into the control room, but I didn't see anyone. They must've left in a hurry, and besides, this whole place looks fishy to me. It's so old and untouched, I wonder what the Rosenkruez Orden want here."
"Abel. Tres." William looked them over and frowned. "Where's Solene?"
Tres immedieately stopped. "We had assumed that Sister D'Cruz was with you. We were seperated from her while fighting, and she hasn't contacted us since."
"What?!" Leon sounded shocked. "Dammit! Solene could be injured or-"
"I'm fine, Leon-san. Bruised, but fine." Solene startled them all when she walked out of a corridor, panting and holding her neck.
"Solene!" Abel ran forwards and took her by her shoulders gently. "Are you alright?"
Solene gave him a tired smile. "I guess I am. I got knocked out so now my neck's a little sprained, though."
Abel sighed in relief. "That's good to hear. Come on, let's go back. Tres will patch you up nicely." He joined the other three AX members, Solene following behind.
No one saw her lips twist into a smile.
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The four male members of the AX discussed the mission as they walked, with he exception of Tres, who remained as silent as always. Suddenly, a rumble filled the air and the roof caved in as their heads jerked up in shock. "The roof's caving in!" Leon yelled.
"Leap aside!" Abel shouted back as he moved.
Solene lost her balance and fell hard on her back. "Ahhh!" She screamed as the rocks rained around her. William leapt back to protect her, but to his shock, he felt her hand press against the small of his back, pushing him forwards. The light shove was enough to change his momentum and sent him propelling towards the worst of the crumbling rocks, sure to meet his doom....
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