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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 1, 2018 23:55:29 GMT -5
(No problem!!)
Simon nodded just a little when Gawain took his order smoothly, not pushing Simon to answer or trying to skip around him because he took so long. It took months for Gawain to really realize how stressed it made him feel when the other just started on his own drink, assuming it was what Simon wanted, making him feel like he really was taking too long. Did he? Of course. But the assumption of what he was wanting made him feel only worse about taking so long. He wasn't sure what made him so uncomfortable about it but Gawain had finally figured out that it was only making Simon come less and less and stopped his impatient making of Simons order.
The dark haired man hadn't even noticed Gawains minute gestures to the people behind him, able to take those orders while Simon mulled over everything slowly, his dark brow furrowed in concentration as he decided what he needed. Quickly he slipped over to his seat, a large and overstuffed chair near the window and the barista bar, settling down into the comfort of it as he waited for his drink. He stood up slowly when he heard his order, heart skipping in excitement, because Gawain had started to put little notes on his receipt and he always looked forward to see what music he chose whenever he ordered his hot drink. He always played over the song, figured out where it was from, and learned it whenever he had time to. Then, he'd find a good song to respond with, usually something with a similar tune or something that was totally opposite of what Gawain had produced for him.
Simon walked slowly over to his "friend", limp a little obvious considering his prosthetic was just barely too small for him, smiling as he reached over for his drink. He frowned a little when he noticed the hesitation, looking over questioningly, still not really one for actually verbalizing when he didn't have to. The dark haired music student tipped his head curiously to one side at the statement, cautiously taking his drink, looking almost like an animal about to run as he reached slowly for his receipt as well. He nodded when the man stated they had the same class togehtr- he knew that much, it was a basic history course required for all majors, and Simon sat in the far back corner where he could watch everyone just in case. It was how he knew for a fact that Gawain had class then, he'd recognized the man but never gathered the courage to sit next to him, Simon was simply a customer who shared music with him after all.
His eyes widened, though, when Gawain suggested that they walked to class together. Did he... Did he actually want Simon to spend time with him? He wasn't joking, was he? Simon could never tell with the man who never seemed to show any emotion but he'd never seen the man be intentionally cruel... so it wouldnt' hurt if they walked with each other to class. It was getting kind of dark anyways, it was a night time class, and walking there in the dark always made him a bit anxious. He opened his mouth after a few moments, before closing it again when his attention was turned to the girl behind him who spoke above the music major. He scurried off to his chair, unsure whether he'd wait for the other or not, wondering if it was a good idea to actually walk with someone he was already becoming attached to. He didn't leave for class, though, instead sitting quietly and sipping his pumpkin spice latte and trying to think this one through.
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Sept 8, 2018 4:46:07 GMT -5
(Response should be up today! ^^")
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Sept 10, 2018 0:46:07 GMT -5
Pride rarely felt pressed or anxious by any stretch or meaning- not perceivably, at least- however he found the recent rise in untraceable assailants rather...trying on his usually generous patience. Dusk would fall soon, and it was sure to be as beautiful as the dawn- yet he couldn't appreciate it as was its due, instead finding himself entrapped within the heady, by turns murky and unnaturally bright atmosphere of a night club in the first stages of opening. It was a popular haunt for vampires and his latest lead, hopefully more promising than the last.
He had acquainted himself with the manager early into the assignment, and slipped in with the offer to help set up whilst making light conversation that slowly drifted toward the subject of missing thralls. According to a few of the 'regulars'- vampires with well-established ties to and claims over certain places in the city and its inhabitants- a small but not inconsiderable number of thralls had disappeared on them. Not in the way of fleeing or hiding themselves- they just seemed to...vanish. Until Pride finds them in Lust's begonias. But only then. A powerful magic is at work- The obvious conclusion but one that shapes itself into something more complex as they talk. The bartender that he is...conversing with doesn't explicitly provide him with much to go on- As a Guardian Angel, his former identity and sense of self was all but erased. They aren't sure what he is exactly, only relatively certain that he isn't quiet human, and so speak in cryptic double meanings in the name of caution. Some allusions are well-crafted, but Pride tends to feel rather sheepish when deciphering them. Their caution is futile- he can sift the truth from their minds if he's careful enough.
Pride is in the midst of doing just that when a hastily hidden thought draws his attention to a tall man shuffling out the back door. He's not particularly suspicious, wearing a work apron over his tattered sweater and hefting an empty crate to be tossed into the alley- which is dreadful in and of itself, as far as Pride is concerned- But the thought he had suppressed was more an impression than anything. A familiar image that the Angel has become rather acquainted with in his long career.
"Mai~ we have a change in plans~!"
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Gawain slung his bag over his shoulder, sparing the seated brunet a glance as he slipped out of the cafe. "Thank you." He hadn't exactly been certain of Simon's response- he looked surprised at the fact that their predictable routine could be shifted, if even slightly. They didn't talk much in class- Or at all- and he wondered if Simon would expect for this deviation to include actual conversation.
They've spent five minutes in what he believes to be companionable silence so far, with only the occasional question on their current unit from Gawain- who has perfected the art of taking minute naps when the lecture gets particularly boring- but other than that Simon generally avoids his gaze and he finds his own wandering over the bland scenery made macabre by night fall. Or perhaps paranoia. Pride's report has him on edge, and he struggles to find something to distract him that would do the same for his charge. Noting that he has slowed his pace more than usual, Gawain shifts his attention to Simon, who he's noticed has gained a different stride along with a more pronounced limp.
"Your leg is troubling you?" He wonders aloud, head canting toward the shorter man. "I wouldn't call myself an expert but I'm rather familiar with prosthetics. I can-"
"Mai~ we have a change in plans~!"
Pride's singsong voice inserts itself into his thoughts on the mechanics of various prosthetics, and Gawain would frown at his usual carefree assertiveness if it weren't for the extra trill in his tone. Pride tends to make his voice especially flowery whenever he's upset as if in an effort to counteract negative emotion. Unfortunately this serves more as a measurement of his ire and Gawain has learned to catalogue it- 'How Pissed Is Pride Today And Will Chocolate Be Enough To Save Us?' He's learned to take Drastic Measures whenever Pride begins outright singing.
As his partner has successfully managed to sound more-or-less normal- relatively speaking- Gawain feels safe enough to mentally prod at the empathic side of their connection in a bid for more context. Consternation, indignation- The other side of the link shuts off before he can discern more; but he knows this is somehow personal. Another one of Pride's frenemies, then. So that will be fun. "Halt." He holds up a hand in a gesture for Simon to stop walking, narrowed eyes scanning their deserted surroundings. They're halfway between buildings with the parking lot on one side and the grassy commons on the other. Not exactly the best place for an ambush-
"Stop calling me that- What plans?"
"Please don't forget the No Deaths Rule, yes? I'm on my way~"
"Pride."
"This is scaled a touch larger than has been initially measured- We'll need to bring him in and I'm afraid that we do not have the luxury of time to do this gracefully. It isn't impossible, however~"
"Do you trust me?" Gawain maneuvers slowly around Simon so as to stand at his more vulnerable side, tracking a shadow snaking through the grass with his eyes.
Pride sends him a dizzying amount of information as opposed to the steady trickle he had been sharing before- along with a gentle admonishment. "You ask that of someone who barely knows you and has been lured into being alone with you at night? That rarely ends well."
"Shut up, and stop watching Lifetime movies."
"On your left~"
Gawain seizes Simon's arm and spins him to the right, likewise rotating in the opposite direction to deliver a roundhouse to the man who shimmered into existence and launched himself toward them with a knife angled for a stab to the chest. He slams into a nearby car with a sickening thud, shattering glass and activating the blaring alarms before fading out of view. Gawain swears and adjusts his grip on Simon's arm, practically dragging him forward for a few steps before he huffs out a; "Run."
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Sept 10, 2018 0:48:18 GMT -5
(Yikes. I'm sorry about the delay! >,< I actually started all my roleplays like right before school. Great plan. Ahem. Anyway. I apologize again and hope you're doing well!)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 16, 2018 2:31:42 GMT -5
(Sorry this took so long! It's been a massively busy week.)
In all honesty Simon had never expected his routine to be changed so much when it came to Gawain.
Sure, they got along well, incredibly so and Simon looked forward to his drinks because of the musically inclined barista but he'd never thought the man would have taken any kind of interest in Simon at all. They had classes together, after all, and barely spoke a word to each other there. Thought,perhaps, that was a bit of Simons fault. Even if he had gotten himself relaxed enough to speak a few sentences to Gawain while ordering his beverage that didn't mean he could talk whenever he wanted and the thought of sitting next to him and chit chatting during a class sounded like something that was close to completely impossible.
So he'd assumed that Gawain had only thought of him as a customer and when he was invited to walk to class with him Simon was beyond surprised.
Per usual, Simon didn't supply much in the conversation, preferring to stare solely on the ground as they walked to class. It was getting a little more difficult to keep up, as much as he hated to admit it Simon had almost completely outgrown his old prosthetic and sorely needed a new one, making walking on the stupid thing incredibly uncomfortable and difficult to do. He'd rather limp and be in pain, though, than go around on the old pair of crutches he'd managed to keep in decent condition. That was because he didn't like the stares he got when strangers realized something was missing, the sympathetic looks, then asking invasive questions that Simon didn't want to answer ever. So, he dealt with relative pain and discomfort, even if it was a bit more swollen than usual. All of his focus was on walking now, though, and he'd barely heard the baristas question.
The dark haired male glanced up, hazy blue eyes glazed over, before he blinked at the question, fully processing it. Almost immediately his cheeks went a bright red, he knew that Gawain was aware of the prosthetic, the barista had seen it on one of the rare occasions Simon had worn shorts (it had been summer time and Simon hadn't had the money to go to a laundry mat and the old pair of shorts were the only things clean enough to leave his "home" with.) , but the fact that it had been mentioned at all was fairly embarrassing.
"I-I... uh... Th-thats okay." He responded, unsure what his experience was with prosthetics, because Simon honestly couldn't tell. Maybe the guy had volunteered at a PT clinic before or he had family that worked in the business. Either way, he didn't want the other to see that the device had become much to small for him to use, too proud to admit that he needed help but didn't have the funds for it. "I-I'm just... just kind of sore, I guess? B-busy day." And suddenly the young man was chattering away, like the single offer had set off a steady flow of talking, trying to distract Gawain from taking a look at his leg.
He hadn't noticed the shadow that had been following him for at least a half hour at this point, too wrapped up with Gawain and other people to notice, too stressed to actually pay attention to his surroundings. The music majors voice was cut off the moment the taller of the duo walked around, going to his more vulnerable side, making Simon tense up as he watched the other warily. It looked like he was about to run, sensing the sudden change in the air and not liking it, frowning at the question. "I-uh... guess?" He said slowly, wondering how illegal this was going to be, hoping that Gawain wasn't some crazy guy that was about to murder him or something.
He didn't have time to think about this, though, as his arm was suddenly grabbed and before he could fight it he was swung around at a dizzying speed. He let out a yelp, seeing the man with the knife, pausing before trying to get Gawain to let him go. His heart was thudding fast, it had been too long since someone had tried to kill him and he'd gotten a bit lazily, for a moment thinking Gawain was with them before he realized he was being dragged away. He stumbled a little, gasping in pain, since his kind of prosthetic wasn't used for a lot of excerize but he didn't complain. "Whats... Whats going on?" He managed, sounding rather scared, looking behind him to se a shadow of a man trying to track them.
(Meh post, it's 130, but i wanted to get it up cuz I had the muse lol. Also my posts will get longer I promise! I just felt any longer here and it might just have been a bunch of fluff and no subsistence.)
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Sept 24, 2018 12:58:58 GMT -5
(Ugh I can commiserate- I'm at school now but I intend to have a reply up a little after I get home! Thank you for being so patient with me, and I hope you've had some time to relax after everything. ^^)
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Sept 25, 2018 2:25:31 GMT -5
'This situation is less than ideal.'
But Lust finds himself smiling grimly even so. They can effectively herd him with Simon in tow and the few humans still meandering around the grounds before, after, or toward, their classes. Pride is being kept occupied elsewhere, their bond humming with magic and indignation- Lust doesn't specialize in the kind of 'passive' feats that his partner is capable of, but he'll have to make do without him for now. Secrecy is rather high up on the priority list and their pursuers are trying to coax them into forgetting it. "You are being targeted," he says simply. Belatedly. "This isn't new to you, is it?" They'll likely attempt to make him choose between his identity and Simon's life- He eyes Simon thoughtfully as he rounds another corner. It would probably be more prudent to carry him. His steps are uneven. He's thin and nowhere close to Lust's physical prowess, and his prosthetic hampers him further. Decided, Lust swings him up in a fireman's carry without breaking stride. "Excuse me," he says only after the fact, already picking up speed and ducking under a flying tackle to veer off into a mostly abandoned parking lot.
'Mai no. No deaths.' Pride insists, but their connection wavers and his voice is far away. 'Trust me.' Lust all but demands, and Pride reluctantly subsides. He knows that their connection is all that keeps them Angels- They balance each other out and help to manage the eachothers' Sins. Great distances already put a strain on them, but distance and magic is never a prudent course of action. Still, Lust sets Simon back on his feet but maintains a grip on his arm. He hasn't the patience for flightiness and this requires focus. Keeping the human close, Lust throws back his shoulders and widens his stance, extending an arm out before him and slowly raising it to the sky. His palm is upraised, fingers close together to mimic a blade as he intangibly rends the air in two and reweaves it with a quiet flare of magic. The world around them flickers at the edges, shimmering just out of the corner of one's eye. An alteration of his Summon To Blood spell should keep them occupied- The newly created mana field allows him to instinctively be aware of all that transpires within and makes him best equipped to defend against threats lured by the blood-tinged magic. Defend, not attack. Per se. A good, technically nonviolent choice. Once upon a time its use was more suited to its name, but now- Lust chances a glance at the person he's been tasked with protecting.
'Trade with me. ETA?'
'It would seem that Ragnar has graced us with a visit~ Don't risk holding your position, I will-'
'Too late.' Lust tries to steady the war drum tattoo of his heart, baring his teeth in an anticipatory grin as he releases Simon and bounces lightly on the toes of his boots. He's tossed his bag somewhere during the chase, freeing up movement that he plans to fully utilize. Thralls slip out of the darkness outside of the protection their sole street lamp provides, and Lust lifts his chin with half-lidded eyes that are now more red than brown. "Do not engage." He orders, cool and soft as if speaking to feral animals- These are not his paladins but the quiet authority in his tone gives them pause.
They still for a moment, staring with vacant eyes as he turns to Simon and speaks to him in a similar tone. "Stay close to me, I will be your only chance at survival until my partner arrives. In fact, don't move at all. And keep your eyes closed until-" But before he can finish someone crosses the rudimentary protective boundary and he's whipping around to meet them with a fist that smashes through their face. All at once the other thralls start pouring in, Simon their primary target. Lust orbits him like a destructive moon, allowing some of his supernatural strength to bleed into his human facade as he works to ensure that not even a single dark curly hair is ruffled- though it isn't exactly a difficult feat when he faces little more than humans with the most basic physical enhancements and weapons- The true difficulty comes in holding himself back, sometimes at the very last second, his breathing growing labored from something closer to exhaustion than physical fatigue. They likely intend to wear him down with their neverending stream of attacks and the cloying scent of their blood- His own burns and his mind swims, inky liquid leaking from the place where he's bitten into his bottom lip.
'Pride.'
As soon as he thinks the half-plea half-curse, the sky above them bursts with white light like a mini supernova. Silent and blinding, the sheer magic incased within fores the thralls to draw back into the shadows, staggering, limping, dragging their battered bodies and leaving tainted blood smeared into the asphalt. And amidst this grotesque display, Pride alights with the grace and majesty of a swan. He truly does look the part of savior angel in this moment- and sometimes even Lust can't help feeling something akin to awe. His great prismatic wings are extended, catching and refracting the meager light provided in a way that somehow makes their ugly surroundings beautiful. Though his two-toned hair is disheveled, a crowned halo rotates serenely above him and further disperses the light that he exudes like a beacon. Pride has a knack for drawing others toward whatever he projects, as all Lust could see was his beatific smile and the warm light in his eye until it occurred to him that Pride's once pristine alabaster clothing has been darkened with blood, torn and- his left sleeve is missing entirely? Battered luminescent armor is still disintegrating from his form as he lifts one of Lust's loose fists and taps gloved fingers against it. "Tag in." There's a twinkle in his eye as he says it, though it becomes somewhat muted when he approaches Simon with his usual warmth and concern.
"Must you be so theatrical?" Lust mutters, though he finds his lips reluctantly curving in response as he watches the two interact.
"Hello~ I'm called Pride~ Gawain requested that I lend aid and I would like to help you get somewhere safe, would that be alright with you?" His clothing mends itself even as he speaks, bloodstains leaking out and tears stitching themselves back together so that the entire blinding ensemble is pristine once more. His wings and halo remain however, wings folding neatly against his back as he continues to dazzle with his smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Lust wants to roll his eyes at the complete lack of secrecy, but the damage has been done now. And in the midst of their rapid-fire correspondence was something concerning the disruption of glamors- But that is a concern for another time. There exist a rare but nonetheless prominent breed of individuals who can find Pride's unrelenting kindness too much- He isn't sure about Simon, but it's probably best not to leave introductions as they are. Lust once advised Pride to stop smiling so often and received such blatant affection in response that he was forced to forget any future attempts at reigning his partner in- so now he simply slides between them and brings the topic back to business.
Well, there's no hiding it now. "Pride is your Guardian Angel, you can trust him to keep his word." Lust is already walking away when it occurs to him that such a sudden, violent turn of events needs something a little constant. Something familiar to count on. Or more accurately, Pride impresses this upon him with a quiet smile.
So Lust returns with a very soft huff and digs around in his pockets before producing a battered scrap of paper with a short music piece that he'd meant to use the next day. "I'll be back." He promises, lifting and pressing it into Simon's hand before trotting along the perimeter of the school, head tilted and eyes narrowed as if already on the hunt.
'The Terminator, hm?'
'Shut up.'
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Sept 25, 2018 2:28:23 GMT -5
(Thanks! And once again, length really isn't an issue~! ^^ I love the way you write, so please don't feel the need to force yourself concerning it!
That's good! It's same here except now I just have more days to work- But I'll try to keep up with the forums better!
Also there's an OST from the Terminator movie called 'I'll Be Back' and that's the one Lust uses haha)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 25, 2018 15:15:32 GMT -5
Simon was doing his best to keep up, he honestly was, but it didn't help that Gawain was by far more healthy and athletic than him and had two functioning legs. He was stumbling just a little as he ran behind the man, his cheeks darkening as they ran, trying to keep his breath steady as they did so. He glanced over when he was informed that he was being targeted and he let out a soft sigh at that.
He really shouldn't be that surprised- because of his mother it seemed like he constantly had a target on his back- but it had been months since the last attack and he might have gotten just a little bit lazy at this point. He nodded his head a little at Gawains flat guess, saying that he was used to this, because it had happened so many times that after the initial panic of someone targeting him he was able to handle it with a certain type of calmness. "I-it's happened more times than it should." He responded wryly as he ran a hand through his messy hair. It was getting harder and harder to keep up with him, he was beginning to land harder on his bad leg, and his limp was becoming more and more pronounced the more it started to hurt. The college student let out an alarmed yelp as he was suddenly scooped up fireman style, letting out a small string of swear words, struggling for a moment before realizing that it wasn't going to help anyone. Not only would it not deter Gawain from carrying him, but it could definitely hinder the man from their safe escape. So he stilled for a few moments, trying to look around, panicking internally when he realized there was more than one of them this time.
He was quietly trembling as he was set onto his feet and he moved to start running away, but his arm was being held tightly, forcing him to stay still. He shot a look over at Gawain, confused, especially when the larger man raised his hand and cut through the air. He shivered as the world flickered around him, confusion dancing on his features, because what was going on? This was horribly confusing and he opened his mouth, ready to ask what was going on, not fully understanding why he was being forced to stay here and why the world suddenly looked so strange. Simon froze when he made eye contact with Gawain- something that didn't happen often- eyes widening in obvious fear. "Whats going on?" He managed to find his voice, no matter how tight it sounded, throat dry as he spoke.
Instead of an answer, though, his friend released him and tossed his bag to the side. His eyes didn't look quite right anymore, but maybe it was just the smudge in his glasses, now looking kind of red. He was speaking in a low and cool voice, one that was making goosebumps run up and down his skin, even if the order was going towards the murky figures that were lurking in the shadows. He was constantly looking between those figures and his friend, unsure what was going on, but at the pause he was ready to run while he could. All he wanted to do was go back to the warehouse he'd now considered a home and hide while the danger was still prevalent.
But, as if Gawain had read his mind, the vacant stare landing on the curly haired man and he let out a small whimper at the almost non-human lok in his features. He felt frozen at the order, to stay still and close to him, if he wanted to survive and he had no idea what to do with that. He was so used to just running until the cops came that being told to stay still wasn't somethign that he was used to do. He frowned when he was told to close his eyes, why should he? He'd seen blood plenty of times before. It wasn't like this was going to be traumatizing or anything- but that order had been cut short as someone tried to go after Simon. Before his eyes, Gawain moved at an insane speed, protecting Simon so well that they didn't get even close to him.
He didn't have time to wonder at that, though, because suddenly he was knocked backwards by the insane amount of power that suddenly flooded the area. There was a brightness that nearly blinded him but he swore for a few moments he saw an angel, gliding down in all its glory, before he shut his eyes tightly as he tried to comfort his poor and aching eyes. Finally, though, he opened his eyes and still seemed to see some kind of halo above a man who was walking over to Gawain, lifting the mans fist with a certain amount of grace as he playfully tapped on the mans knuckles. Tag in.A playful, gentle voice, said and only served to confuse Simon even more.
Tag in? He wondered, having no idea what he was talking about, face scrunching up in confusion as he momentarily forgot about what was going on around them. The dark haired man stiffened when this stranger walked closer to him, introducing himself as Pride, claiming that Gawain had asked him for his help and he'd like to help them get away. At that, though, Simon scowled momentarily and shook his head. Sure, the smile was warm and concerned, but he had no idea who this man was and he'd learned the hard way to not just blindly trust someone. He didn't care that he claimed Gawain wanted him to help, h wasn't going to go unless Gawain assured him that it was fine, standing up once more on unsteady feet as he gravitated towards Gawain once more.
No matter how much his brain was telling him to trust this stranger, mind a little bit more fried than usual that he wasn't even freaking out about the fact that this person had a halo, his anxiety was telling him that this person could easily hurt him. That dazzling smile could have tricked Gawain and he could be walking right into a trap. Simon nearly jumped out of his skin when Gawain spoke up, claiming that this Pride was a guardian angel, his too be exact and that his word was to be trusted. "W-what?" He croaked out, not fully comprehending, before staring back at Pride.
This was too much, he couldn't understand what was going on, and he was incredibly close to just fleeing both the people going after him but Gawain as well. He was moments away from this, too, before a wrinkled piece of paper was placed in his hand and a promise to be back was made. He stared up at Gawain, fear and uncertainty clear in his eyes, but the man was already gone seemingly looking for any more dangers.
He looked back at Pride, not truly believing this whole story, what if those wings and halo was just really good costuming and he'd managed to trick Gawain? That much was enough to still make him anxious enough to set off the moment Gawain turned his back to him. He wasn't planning on being around a stranger he didn't know that claimed to be his Guardian angel. He shot off towards the woodsy area, gate incredibly unsteady, but he hoped he was fast and quiet enough that this stranger didn't notice he'd gone.
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Oct 8, 2018 16:13:46 GMT -5
(Ugh so this one I can't blame on school. I swear my life is usually rather boring but these things are just happening right now? Long story short- I've been in the hospital for a while so that's why I've been away for so long! I'm doing better now so I'm going to try to use my newfound free time to finally get up a response. I actually already came up with an outline so I hope to have it done by tonight! Sorry you're probably sick of hearing- or not hearing- from me! :') )
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Oct 9, 2018 1:11:20 GMT -5
With his surroundings more or less devoid of humans and the removal of a possible handicap, Lust was free to exercise more of his magic. Nothing terribly flashy- Pride provided enough of that- but he allowed an enhancement spell to speed his movements as he fairly careened across the quiet grounds, taking corners and kicking off walls to take his pursuit higher and further. He doesn't have the benefit of his partner's nigh perfect cloaking, but his own glamor provides enough of a smokescreen for any witnesses to simply register movement in their peripheral vision. His adversary is not being quite so discreet, however.
Ragnar's presence itself is a familiar, creeping swell of magic that spills out into the waking world like a noxious fog. Humans experience it as a sudden wave of drowsiness and a cottony feeling in their minds, steps slowing and conversations slurring with his steady approach. Lust responds to it with a flare of his own clarion signature, a ringing like steel on steel to announce himself as chivalry demands.
Here I am. Come get me.
He is ignored in favor of Pride's still-too-close beacon, and he feels a prickle of ire as he picks up his pace.
'This is merely a redirection, please try not to have too much fun~ Remember our primary objective-'
'This is the only way to 'redirect' him.' Lust interrupts, launching himself off of a staircase and swinging onto a nearby walkway. He's closer now- he can taste smoke.
'Now I wouldn't say that-'
'Pride.' There's a tinge of exasperation there, even as he shifts his gait, fingers flexing as the much loved weight of his weapons gradually fill into his grip. A shower of blood red sparks and the hum of latent energy. Lust smiles, slow and satisfied.
'Yes yes, I'll leave you to it, then~'
There's a sudden burst of malevolent energy and the row of windows he'd been clipping past explodes outward in a wave of glass. Lust's momentum carries him through it, but he manages to throw himself into a roll and spins on a knee in time to block the next rain of glass with a swipe of his tonfa, locking gazes with the shadowy figure that emerges from the ruined classroom.
'Yes, you do that.' He thinks, perhaps too pleasantly.
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Pride had already pegged Simon as a rather flighty individual, fairly brimming with nervous energy. Always prepared to spring into flight or some other form of it- He reminded him a lot of a bird that way. A sparrow, perhaps, with his small build- So the fact that he immediately seized the opportunity to bolt was rather expected, all things considered. Not exactly a desirable outcome, but one that could be worked with. He refused to feel hurt that his charge felt it necessary however- They'd already decided that Lust would be the one to interact with him as a human, so there was no use regretting it now. Truly.
He keeps pace with the shorter man on his own dash across the grounds- It isn't difficult, but Pride tries not to make it too obvious. His iridescent wings and halo flicker in and out of existence as he struggles to fold them back into himself and conceal them once more. Ragnar had forced him to use more magic than he would have liked, and they resist his efforts in the spirit of 'checking' him to ensure he doesn't exceed his limit. A glamor successfully hides him from other humans, but he has no doubt that he had further spooked Simon with their display. 'Tsk.'
Even so, Pride smiles over at Simon and maintains his even upbeat tone on his next inquiry, speaking as if they were already friends. "Where are we going?" He absently traces the curve of his lips with gloved fingers, head canting as he continues. "I don't believe it would be wise to return...home; if there is anything you'd like to retrieve, however, Gawain and I would be happy to do so for you~"
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Oct 9, 2018 1:12:25 GMT -5
(Thanks! I believe I am ^^
And here we go~ Not as clean as I would like but I suppose I'm rusty... ^^")
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 9, 2018 23:49:34 GMT -5
It really was in Simons nature to be flighty.
Constantly anxious and having more bad encounters with strangers than good ones, his first reaction to anything strange was to run away from it, keep safe. It was why he only waited until Gawain had left to try and get away from this strange person with "wings". It wasn't like he could just follow this guy blindly to wherever he wanted Simon to go, that was just asking to be killed, and Simons self preservation skills had saved him so far, he wasn't going to fail himself this time.
So he shot off, knowing he wasn't as fast as a typical person his size and age, but hoping that the shock of him running would at least give him a head start.
Thats all he really needed.
If he could just get into the woods, zigzag in the darkness, then take the long way home he could easily lose this guy. Then tomorrow he could go to the coffee shop and make sure Gawain was okay after chasing off the first batch of creeps that were trying to get to Simon. Sounds like a perfect plan. He praised himself in between huffs, already feeling a little tired, endurance not being his strong suite whatsoever. He thinned his lips at that, before pressing on, not even noticing that this stranger had actually followed him relatively quickly.
In fact, he hadn't observed that Pride was there at all, until the males friendly and sing songy voice hit his ears. Panic soared through him at that, the young man letting out a startled yelp as his steps became more uneven, not focusing on where he was going as his head snapped over to look at the man who was easily keeping pace with him. Not that it was that hard to do, Simon was small with a prosthetic one size too small, making him more limpy than he should be. Nevertheless he was honestly shocked, hoping he had given himself an adequate headstart, which he obviously did not if this so-called Guardian Angel was already there.
Unfortunately for Simon, his distraction caused him to stumble over his own feet, having lept a little in surprise. Before he knew what was going on, he was rolling on the ground, cheeks burning in embarassemnet as he scrambled to sit up and glare at Pride for a few moments. "W-why wouldn't it be a good idea? I-It's safe." He wheezed a little, face scrunching up a little in pain, looking up at him. "You don't know where it is. I'm not telling you either." He spat out, surprised at how much he was speaking, considering he'd barely spoken this much to Gawain.
Maybe it was because he was in pain and scared, that he felt like he didn't have much of a choice but to talk, especially because he didnt' want some stranger to know where he lived. It wasn't only a privacy thing, it was a bit of a pride hah problem as well. He didn't want anyone to know where he actually lived, that he wasn't living in some tiny apartment with seven other peopel to afford rent, but instead sleeping in a warehouse for as long as possible.
Once the landowner actually found out he was squatting there honestly Simon didn't know what he was going to do.
Either way, he wasn't about to let some overly friendly stranger know that intimate detail of his life, so he put his foot down at the offer. He didn't move just yet, though, before trying to stand up. Grimacing at the tightness of his leg he finally stood, eyeing him warily, looking like he was about to run once more. "W-why're you following me?" He grumble,d wondering if he was actually taking Gawains request seriously.
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Oct 10, 2018 1:09:04 GMT -5
Pride breathes a soft, distressed 'oh' when Simon startles at his voice and begins to stumble, hands automatically reaching out to right him before it registers that his help wouldn't be appreciated. He slows to a halt when the stumble gives way to a fall, attempting to at least smooth the impact and descent with a wave of his fingers that alters the gravity involved. Nothing too noticeable, but he hopes that it would at least prevent potential injury. Simon hurriedly rights himself, flushed but defensive as he glared up at the sheepishly smiling angel.
"Ah, I apologize for that! Are you-"
He cuts himself off when Simon begins speaking, but extends a hand to help him up despite doubting that it would be accepted. "How can you be so sure? If you can be targeted at school, it is logical to assume that your home would also be compromised, yes?" Pride's brow furrows with his charge's open display of hostility, unaccustomed to being on the receiving end. There have been others who weren't...overly fond of him, but they were few and far between. And Simon doesn't not like him, he reasons. Simon simply has no reason to trust him yet. That can be remedied. Still, it is an uncomfortable feeling to be subjected to such a glare, especially when it belongs to someone who is usually rather meek.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He responds carefully, "It was merely a suggestion."
Pride watches Simon rise woodenly and suddenly worries that he really was planning to run all the way home. He doesn't own a vehicle but surely he would at least take the bus? The angel can easily transport him via a teleportation spell but he knows the offer wouldn't be well-received- Simon can be rather stubborn. He will have to work with that...
"It isn't safe to leave you alone." Pride reminds him lightly, and makes a vague gesture to the distance they've covered. "You have seen what is after you, yes? There may be more." Here, he clasps his hands together before him and rocks back on his heels, smiling and at ease despite the perceived urgency of the situation. "So! What is our next move?" It's probably best to leave the power- or notion of power- in his charge's hands. Circumstances were undesirable to begin with and Lust's rather lackluster way of handling things didn't exactly improve matters, but Pride believes firmly that nothing is unsalvageable. Though he continues to smile brightly, Pride directs his attention to the full moon overhead to give Simon time to think things over if he so wished. They are relatively safe for the time being with Lust 'distracting' the warlock and his thralls out of commission. Simon is free to make executive decisions and Pride is content to hear them out, as long as they aren't in dire need of correction. He only wants to help, and he wants to make things easier for Simon, who is understandably rather nonplussed with the bizarre turn his life has taken.
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Oct 10, 2018 1:33:04 GMT -5
(So Pride is the Mom Friend but we already knew that~ I'm still kind of working out who he is as a character but I feel like he both does and doesn't care if people like him. It probably depends on the person- for the most part he likes for everyone to like him because he generally likes everyone- But he wouldn't lose sleep if strangers or acquaintances aren't friendly with him. Pride will always be compassionate regardless but it really bothers him when certain people are upset with him, I think. Namely Lust, who is like his other half but is regularly #TiredOfHim, and his various Trusts, who he's always wanted to befriend but was never allowed to because no one trusts him around people for extended periods. He occasionally makes special recon missions like in my earlier post but he isn't supposed to Simon is the first Trust he's been able to interact with and Pride is just thinking f r i e n d haha
Also I apologize for making their magic so vague! I have plans to explain and fully reveal it but then I get lazy in writing...Basically it's called magic but they're technichally very powerful espers. Pride specializes in psychic abilities that pertain to the mind and Lust favors combat. They can cross over but aren't as skilled in each others' areas, but it's what makes them such good partners.)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 13, 2018 1:56:36 GMT -5
(Ahah I love Pride already. Like, he's such a sweetheart, but its gonna take awhile for Simon to actually trust him. Why don't people trust him around others?
No it's all good! I like the vagueness, makes it more exciting haha. I really like how different their powers are, it makes it all there interesting. )
It was odd, that this creature had the same formal speech as Gawain, and it was almost enough to help him relax even as he ran away from the man. He was surprised at the apology, but that didn't stop him from snapping just a little, perhaps irritated at the fact that he'd stumbled and terrified that he felt so helpless n this situation. He was happy that the worried question had been quickly cut off, having to answer embarrassing "are you okays?" after a rather embarrassing or nasty fall.
Which both were the case in this situation.
The hostility abated for a few moments at the question, that challenge really, of the safety of his own home. Sure, it wasn't in the safest part of town, and it definitely had a bit of a strange smell walking in but that was what was perfect about it all. No one ever suspected that someone of his "status (or, really, his mothers) " would ever live in such conditions. Not only that, but it was in a total commercial district and Smon always took long, changing, roads home that made it difficult to track him. So he'd never considered his own home to be unsafe. But it felt different when someone else challenged him about it and he found himself staring at the man for a few moments, anger faltering into uncertainty, letting out a soft breath finally. "No one knows where I live. It's not on record. Not my real address, anyways." He responded evasively, ignoring the hand, fearing that this deceivingly friendly creature wouldn't let the thing go and kidnap him.
He still frowned at the suggestion and shook his head stubbornly. "When I said no one knows where I live, I meant it. Sorry, I just don't want anyone knowing' and this," He gestured towards where Gawain was likely to be. "Is the reason why." He explained with a heavy sigh.
Simon wrinkled his nose a little in displeasure when he was told that it wasn't safe to be alone. But, really, when was it in his life? He'd grown up with these death threats before and although they terrified him at this point he knew how to handle it. The creepy, black, shadowy figures were a new touch though. Either way... now his leg was hurting and he was tired, so it wouldn't be the best idea to be alone at this point, because he was too much of an easy target. His shoulders drooped at the question, what would they do next? Honestly... Simon hadn't the slightest clue what they should do. Since this guy was going to take this "job" seriously Simon would be stuck with him and that meant he couldn't go back home, could he? "I don't know. I was just planning on hiding out at home until this blows over." He admitted sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head.
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Oct 14, 2018 0:32:38 GMT -5
(Oh I'm glad you like him~! ^^ And that means I managed to portray him correctly! I was worried ^^" And he would understand how Simon feels even though he'd be internally pouting about it haha~ I think Simon might feel some way about the fact that Lust isn't who he appears to be as well(?), but Pride will still feel like Lust had a head start on their Friendship.
That has something to do with his Sin and also the fact that he can be too much of a sweetheart cx I plan to reveal both their Sins in the story, but I can say that Pride actually doesn't have the best control over his mental-based magic. He's so modest that he doesn't actually realize how powerful he is so he's prone to...mistakes.
Thanks ^^ I thought to make them kind of complimentary because they're partners. I hope to reveal how they work and more the mechanics of my idea of magic as we go~)
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"It is true that no one attending your school knows where you live." Pride agrees in a light tone, gaze still averted but that gentle smile visible on ever-curved lips. His wings and halo have finally succumbed to his insistent denial of their presence, and he takes this chance to make changes to his appearance that would be more palatable to humans. Pearlescent locks bleed into the ebony of their neighbors- the same shade of midnight black that Lust maintains in his human disguise. His visible eye, once a vibrant spinel red that he also shares with Lust, is instead colored a soft robin's egg blue that wouldn't seem too dissimilar from his left eye- an equally soft lavender- at first glance. Something to distinguish him from his partner. Brown would have been a safer bet but it's already taken, so to speak. Pride doesn't want to alarm Simon by completely transfiguring his features, but he fears adopting his human disguise would distress him as well. It can't be helped. Pride and Lust look so similar as to regularly be mistaken for twins with only minute physical differences in build and perhaps posture if one were paying attention- He believes that Simon didn't immediately recognize the similarities due to the circumstances and Lust appearing human to him- Round ears, black hair, brown eyes- Ah, and human teeth. Pride taps his lips with a gloved finger and extends magic to his mouth in order to reduce the sharpness of his canines. He also makes further changes to his blindingly white clothing- Affixing a scarlet tie and making adjustments that would render his uniform more modern. The ivory fascinator that crests the right side of his head remains, however, and Pride only straightens it before inspecting himself with a critical eye. He looks more and less like a Guardian Angel now. And official. Uniforms were official, weren't they? He didn't think Simon more likely to trust in someone in a uniform, but the effect was that one usually felt they knew what to expect from them.
Pride feels a twinge as Simon reasserts that no one knows where he lives. 'Ah, about that...' Still, he busies himself with adjusting his gloves. "I understand," he says softly, inclining his head. When Simon admits that he didn't have a concrete plan going forward, Pride brightens subtly. "Why don't we find a place to wait for Gawain then?" He suggests, turning the full force of his beatific smile on the human once more. "Do you have one? If not, we can head to a cafe or somewhere of the sort- Gawain has made a recent recommendation that I wouldn't mind trying." In person, at least. Lust had reluctantly made frequent trips whenever Pride got a craving for their coffee cakes- Fearing that he appears too eager as to be overbearing, Pride adjusts the wattage of his smile and gentles his next words. "But of course the choice is up to you, Simon. We need only be wary of being in the open, it's best to have witnesses." Though Ragnar hadn't appeared terribly concerned about the concept of secrecy... Pride briefly slips into himself to check on Lust and gets only the sensation of movement and fierce joy.
The night air is subtly charged with magic like a banked storm, distant clashes of thunder reverberating from deeper within the sprawling college grounds- They're only just shy of subtle and he worries that they'll need to make another 'trade' before the night is out. Just in case, Pride sends more magic along the link- Tightly woven spells to conceal and redirect. Guardian Angels naturally have incredibly powerful cloaking abilities but they could become strained when faced with a being who could counteract them. Lust sends an acknowledgment back- something like the grateful wave of a hand, and Pride feels himself relaxing at this reminder that his partner is still operating without the influence of his Sin. Lust is strong but Pride can't help worrying at times. He'd been chomping at the bit for an opportunity to face Ragnar for years now, ostensibly in defense of Pride's 'honor'. Ragnar had insulted Pride in Lust's presence once but that was enough for him to demand his blood for three years without ever tiring of the notion.
"He...might be a while."
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 14, 2018 4:13:32 GMT -5
(Late nights looking at RPs mean I stick my head in and have thus ended up very interested. But it seems you already have this going and possibly a duplicate so I shall not ask. Just gotta say that it is an awesome sounding plot!)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 15, 2018 0:51:43 GMT -5
(Ooh do I get to know what each of their Sins are?Or is that part of their magic? Or did you mention it before and I just forgot? Also he definitely won't be trusting of Gawain once he finds out what Gawains actually intentions are. He's not going to be a very happy boy haha. )
Simon still stiffened a little, even with the stranger agreeing with him, because he absolutely did not like the situation he was currently in. He felt trapped still, throat tightening considerably in fear, and man was he ready to just try and escape again. Unfortunately this "Pride" person had an incredibly good point- just because they didn't know where he lived didn't mean they couldn't find him when he was out and about. That thought was enough to make his skin crawl and want to bounce on the balls of his feet-er, foot. He didn't, though, too worn out from his first burst of running to do more than cast the stranger a wary look. "And that's because I won't let anyone know where it is. I'm careful." He asserted as firmly as possible, even if his voice was wavering and he could hear it himself, watching as the mans features slowly changed infront of him. No longer did his eye burn a bright red, but it was now a soft hue of blue, and the blinding white clothing he was wearing was now... a uniform? Simon froze at that, staring in disbelief, because did that just happen? He was admittedly gawking now, unsure what to do, mouth dropping open because he wasn't actually seeing this, right? And the features were too much like Gawains... were they related? Dopplegangers that just so happened to find each other and become friends? He didn't know but honestly this was starting to make him freak out even more. "W-why... why do you suddenly look l-like my friend?" He managed, voice tight, small now that he'd lost what little bravado he had left. Pride was right, though, because Simon didn't trust Pride anymore just because he was in a uniform. If anything, it made him more wary, not fully believing that this was his job or anything like that. If it was, it'd be like a security guard, right? Simon had enough of those in his life time to know that they couldn't ever be fully trusted and a few of them had even turned on him as a kid.
But at least the creature put on a guise of something more human and Simon would be lying if he said it didn't make him at least a little bit more comfortable when talking to him. He still didn't meet Pride in the eye, though, looking everywhere but him as he tried to figure out what the next plan would be. At least this so-called guardian angel seemed to relent on someone knowing where Simon lived. His voice was soft, but the I understand was enough for Simon to actually think that no one knew where he lived. If he ever found out that both Pride and Gawain knew exactly where he lived,not only would he be horrified, but he'd be pretty dang angry too. Like, seriously, who would do such a thing as just finding out where someone lives behind their backs? Either way, that thought wasn't even on Simons mind, instead he looked satisfied when Pride seemed to concede to his insistence. The darked haired young man hesitated once more, though, at the suggestion of finding a place for them to stay because he thought Gawain might be awhile. Immediately his features tightened again, but he didn't outright reject Pride, because at least they'd be in the public. That was something that this guy was right about, if they were in the public things were less likely to happen, and Simon would rather sit in a cafe with this guy than be out in the woods alone with him. "W-we can try that cafe." He agreed grudgingly, because any of the other places were his habits, places he went to at specific times of the day when he was in specific moods. Going there outside of his usual times just wouldnt' be right to him.
He leaned forward a litlte- big mistake- and he had to bite his lip just to prevent the pain from fully flickering not his features at the movement. He'd definitely rubbed his leg the wrong way during his desperate dash, no doubt cutting and blistering where the prosthetic met his actual leg, and now it did not feel good since the adrenaline had left his system. But he tried not to focus on that, instead, he wondered why Pride thought Gawain would be awhile. "Why? Is he really going after that guy?" He asked, a little worried, because if this was a hitman those people really weren't ones to be messed with. And at this point thats what they usually were, disgruntled people who hated his mother had all but died out now, especially since she was in prison. It was the powerful people who held grudges that he had to fear now and he was honestly quite worried about his friend at this point.
(Bleh response, I'm sorry! Also, Hi mint!)
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Oct 15, 2018 2:16:30 GMT -5
(You do~ I think they might become a problem later~ Hm, their magic helped them commit the sins, but they're not directly related. Nope, I haven't mentioned them yet, but I will be hinting!
Haha, thought so! ^^"
Also it is not at all 'bleh'! I was thinking mine was closer to that. ^^" )
"You are very careful." Pride praises, eyes crinkling with his smile. Their Trust was both more aware of his situation than most and naturally cautious- Both facts that led to his being rather easy to guard. Any natural potential for danger was easily evaded, it was just the magical ones that gave them trouble- Simon didn't exactly relax, but he grew less tense and Pride felt somewhat hopeful that he could keep the general mood somewhat calm- But then midway through speaking his Trust began openly gaping at him, eyes wide behind his thick glasses. Ah, he knew this would happen, but at least he'd be more distinguishable going forward, and his Trust could grow accustomed to the human guise if he wore it enough. It had to be disconcerting to witness however, but Pride doesn't let any of his sympathy show, instead smiling sheepishly and tugging subconsciously at his now completely sable bangs. "I've always looked like him...We are-" Here he lifts his hands and begins to gesture, turning them and linking his fingers together. "Two halves of the same whole." And that can be taken as willed- Pride and Lust aren't actually sure what they are to each other. The logical conclusion would be that they are twins separated at birth, except Lust wasn't born while Pride was. They share genetic properties but there are enough differences to suggest that they might not be clones- and they were 'born' simultaneously in two entirely different countries. The only certainty is their connection, a bond between souls that has led Pride to refer to Lust as his eternal partner. It certainly makes classification easier, though he supposes addressing him as his brother would be simpler. They might as well be, with Lust being the unruly younger one-
Simon's capitulation is grudging but it's a start and a step in the right direction- A step toward divine coffee cakes- Pride very carefully does not 'yay'. It's a human expression he learned from one of his informants' children and he's grown rather fond of it, but it seems inappropriate here, so he keeps his pleasure to a slightly brighter smile. "Very well then~ If you will follow me?" He begins to walk at a steady though reduced pace, shortening his stride but adjusting the rhythm so as to make it unnoticeable. Pride has had practice walking with many types of people- and creatures- and has learned to adjust his stride without seeming patronizing. The distance will still be a problem, however. He'd brought along their vehicle in anticipation of a need, but currently can't see a way of convincing Simon to enter it- Pride doesn't think he'd be keen on confined spaces and 'strangers' but that limp is really beginning to bother him. The Angel hates for others to hurt, especially if those hurts are self-inflicted- But this is something that he can't force. His halo flickers over his head like a malfunctioning lightbulb. A warning. Pride's magic, previously uncurling from the tight coils within him like a waking serpent, is nudged back into place and returns to something like dormancy. Unlike Lust, his magic is always 'active', poised to respond at a moment's notice. It isn't needed now- Yet...Pride's visible eye brightens at the notion of a compromise and he turns to Simon to share it when the human inquires after their mutual friend, a tinge of worry in his now softer tone. Something in Pride warms at this; Lust is always nonplussed whenever anyone expresses concern over him, which makes it all the more special when they do, in Pride's eyes.
He favors Simon with a radiant smile, fingers laced together earnestly. "Yes, but you needn't worry about him, Gawain is strong~ Didn't he protect you earlier? He protects me as well~" Pride can't help adding- It's perhaps a bit on the nose in regards to his 'Sin', but he can't help bragging about his partner when he gets the chance. Just a little.
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Oct 15, 2018 2:23:24 GMT -5
( mintedstar/fur: Thanks! I am a little burned out for this one, but I have a vague idea for a modern Wonderland Redux that you are welcome to join if interested~ I was checking out your roleplays and I like the way you write! ^^ I'm not sure if it will be very small/1v1 or open, but I have a basic idea for a plot and such ^^" I'll probably post a planning page sometime to measure interest & ideas and such...Eventually...)
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Post by mintedstar/fur🦇 on Oct 15, 2018 17:55:13 GMT -5
( mintedstar/fur: Thanks! I am a little burned out for this one, but I have a vague idea for a modern Wonderland Redux that you are welcome to join if interested~ I was checking out your roleplays and I like the way you write! ^^ I'm not sure if it will be very small/1v1 or open, but I have a basic idea for a plot and such ^^" I'll probably post a planning page sometime to measure interest & ideas and such...Eventually...) Might be interested! May have to see about time, however. *sigh* And thank you! When/if you've gotten one up already I'd love to see! ))
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 16, 2018 1:14:23 GMT -5
(Tbh I was worried it was bleh because I was half asleep when muse suddenly struck for a reply.)
Simon didn't warm at the praise- there was no reason to. Simon knew that he was incredibly cautious, he had to be to survive, and instead of brightening at the praise the dark haired young man only gave Pride a terse nod. At least that was over with, and this stranger knew that Simon was more than capable of taking care of himself, at least when it came to people trying to kill him. That didn't mean that he wasn't caught off guard, though, when this creature literally changed infront of him. His heart was now pounding, pulling his glasses off for a moment, putting them back on as he did his best to try to keep a calm demeanor. This... This was way too weird for him. Taking a shaky breath he waited for Pride to explain the situation. "Two halves of the... " His voice trailed off, brow furrowing, because now the situation was feeling like a bit too much for him to process. "But you didn't look like him before? " He finally said, wondering if they were twins, but then that didn't make any sense... Gawain was human. Right? Right? For some reason the thought of Gawain looking like Prides other form made his stomach twist in knots and he stopped walking for a few moments as he simply stared at the creature infront of him with wide, uncertain eyes. How was he really supposed to go about this?
Maybe it was just the fact that he was shell shocked and nowhere else to go that he actually agreed to follow the creature. He rubbed his nose anxiously, because even if Pride made the follow me sound like a request he didn't feel like he had much of a choice. Where could he could go, after all? Pride had a point that there was still danger looking around for Simon and the guy made a point in the fact that he wasn't going to let Simon go off on his own. So he simply set off after him, trying his best to ignore the pain in his leg, wishing he had at least Ibuprofen or something to at least take the edge off of it. Well, this is what you get for running like an idiot and actually stopping. Now you're gonna regret it. He admonished himself, taking a sharp breath every time he put too much weight on his bad leg, eventually giving in. "H-hey... Hey Pride?(I think they've introduced themselves at this point? Right?) How much further is it?" He finally asked, a tiniest tremor in the young mans voice , hating that he was even asking. He just knew that he wouldn't make it much longer and he couldn't think of anything worse than the embarassment of falling infront of this stranger again.
Simon did his best to look unaffected by the radiant smile thrown at him as he fretted over his friend. He wasn't sure what he had done to deserve it, but all Simon could do was half heartedly glance away, looking uncertain and wary when Pride pointed out that he'd protected Simon before, and even Pride himself. "I suppose... I suppose you have a point. I guess he's capable of keeping himself safe." He agreed slowly as he scratched the back of his neck slowly.
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Oct 21, 2018 0:27:54 GMT -5
(Oof I'm not going to bother with more apologies and just give you what I hope is a fairly lengthy response! I don't know if that's a good thing though...? more to reply to-
Haha, I know the feeling! Lately I've done all of my writing while half asleep...
Yes, he's already introduced himself~
Thanks, glad to hear- er, read it Mint~! I'll be sure to let you know~)
Ah, it would seem that his explanation didn't really explain much. Simon only looked more confused and Pride very carefully kept his amusement from showing. 'I don't know either', he thinks wryly. But Pride would like to answer all questions as truthfully as he can. They can only make a concentrated effort to move forward if he bolsters them with honesty. "Perhaps not at first," he allows, "but if you think about it, we don't look very dissimilar." He taps the side of his face with a finger. "The shape of our faces and eyes, the shade of our hair- They're all the same, yes?" The similarities go deeper than that, but these are all immediately discernible. "Only Gawain has brown eyes and more of a curl to his hair. I suppose he's a bit taller as well..But only by mere centimeters. And don't tell him I admitted that-" He wrinkles his nose goodnaturedly even as he worries over Simon's assertion. He's still under the impression that Lust is human, which is likely why he's mentally fighting the idea of the man having any significant connection to the Guardian Angel. Lust hadn't done much more than Pride when it came to making himself appear more human, but it will likely come as a shock to find him in full regalia- Garnet eye, wings, halo and all. They would have to take this slowly.
Pride's heart squeezes at the barely-there tremor in his Trust's voice, and he actively prevents himself from turning around. Simon had run off the college's property and they were heading into the neighboring town at present- the cafe he'd chosen was relatively close by, a strategic choice as it allowed them to be close to where he spent much of his time- But it was still a significant distance if one had to limp there without a break. "Mm, still a few streets away. It is the Brookline Cafe on the intersection of the same name, are you familiar with it?" Pride's gaze skips over their surroundings, assessing, before he veers into the shadow of a building. Its placement allows them to stand just behind a corner, not quite in view of the quiet street. The only light comes from the building's windows and the moon overhead, but Pride can see Simon clearly. "As a Guardian Angel, I am in possession of healing abilities should the need arise-" mostly true, as all who are appointed are given rudimentary healing magic, but Pride has always been capable of it- "-will you allow me to at least take away the pain? I can understand if you do not trust me enough, however." He keeps his tone light. "If not, then we will find somewhere to rest, or else a drugstore that will sell your..." He mentally searches for the word. "Painkillers?"
Simon was still wary and uncertain, but he actually listened to what Pride had to say- and he was both pleased and relieved. He's at least slightly more open minded than many humans Pride knows. Even if he hasn't fully accepted Pride's role- though this is to be expected. It isn't common for humans to truly believe in Guardian Angels, after all. "Without a doubt." Pride agrees brightly. "He should only be absent for as long as it takes for us to make it out of range." Pride had estimated the extent of Ragnar's reach and its limitations- With his thralls scattered by the Angels' magic and the warlock himself preoccupied with Lust, whose unpredictable and rapid-fire fighting style is enough to keep even specialized warriors on their guard- Pride came to the conclusion that even if their opponent spared the magic to send anything else after them, he wouldn't be able to control it well enough to reach the cafe, which would otherwise be within the sphere of his influence. They should be safe for now, but just in case, he alerts Lust to their slow progress and devotes a little more energy to his instinctive magical scan of their surroundings. A simple brushing against the minds of all those nearby, whether they be human or roosting pigeons- Searching for anomalies in the flow of their thoughts. Or more accurately, a lack of coherent thought, as is common amongst thralls that have been under influence for too long. Fortunately, the night is relatively silent, though he still angles himself to be between Simon and the street. Nothing of his hyper vigilance shows on his face, and Pride gives the shorter man a serene smile, though like many of his others, it isn't entirely directed at him. Pride's warm gaze is directed once again at the night sky and spread of stars that his inhuman eyes allow him to glimpse beyond the clouds. A cool breeze stirs his ebon hair and the trailing ends of his waistcoat.
"It is a rather nice night." He muses to himself, "Despite the play of events. We should have tea as well, to suit~"
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 23, 2018 21:32:03 GMT -5
(Aaaah I'm sorry it took so long to answer! This week has been way stressful even if it was supposed to be fall break. )
Simons features furrowed into a confused look when Pride allowed that at first they didn't look so similar but now they did. He still couldn't fully process how the man had managed to change his appearance so fast- was it actually make up, or some illusion? His mind was trying to wrap around the fact that this could actually be some kind of magic and he looked a little green at that. Pride still was comparing himself to Gawain, though, simply stating their similarities... and those were honestly eerie. He nodded slowly at that, happy that there was something to distract him from the paint hat was radiating down his leg. He only relaxed when the stranger started to point out their differences. Sure, they were slight, like a simple curl of Gawains hair but it made him think that this guy wasn't totally trying to clone his friend. Maybe they were related somehow, like half siblings, was this guy half human? But what of Gawain. Is he fully human? The thought of him not being so made Simons skin crawl and he had to physically shake it off, pulling his attention finally back to Pride, seeing the wrinkling of his nose at the admission of him being slightly shorter than Gawain. He forced a small chuckle, though he nodded a little, as if to promise that he wouldn't admit to his friend that he was the taller one. "So... the two of you are close?" He asked quietly, unsure how he felt about this, even if he barely knew Gawain outside of their coffee relationship. He just didn't like the thought of this weirdo being around often, because seriously, who actually believed they're a guardian angel?
The young mans heart nearly sank when he was told that they still had a few more streets to go. On a normal day it wouldn't have been much- hell, he probably would have groaned out of sheer laziness- but currently he was in a lot of pain and his body was trembling as the oh-so-useful adrenaline decided to wear off. He didn't voice that yet, though, perhaps a little too prideful as he gave a slow nod. "Yeah. I've heard of it. Haven't been there before." He responded, although his anxiety went through the roof at the thought of having to walk all the way to the cafe and then trying to figure out an order at a place he'd never been to before. Already his brain was running about a million miles an hour, trying to figure out if he'd even like anything there, and what he could get without someone judging him about his preferences. No hot chocolate for you tonight. You don't want to look like a kid. He warned himself, even if that was his go-to drink at most cafes, worrying his lip as he tried to take another step forward. He bit down on his lip, though, as the raw skin protested his movements and he finally stopped when the "guardian angel" paused in the shadows. The man promised to take his pain away- perhaps fully aware that Simon wouldn't be willing to just let the guy heal him- at least for the time being before offering him an out in which they could go to a drug store. Simon didn't answer at first, mulling through his options, because as much as he didn't trust the guy he knew that painkillers would take way to long to work in the situation. "Alright." He said slowly, although he didn't look happy about his answer, "But... don't expect me to do anything for you just cuz you're helping me out. And I swear if you try anything I'll make you regret it." Although there was a definite quiver in his voice that could tell anyone that he was just desperate enough to let a stranger who promised to take the pain away whatever he wanted to.
The musicians shoulders dropped in nearly obvious relief when Pride confirmed his hopes. Without a doubt his friend would be here soon. Then he'd be safe. Simon was aware that was an irrational thought, him and Gawain weren't best friends after all, perhaps more like acquaintances at this point but he still felt himself more at ease around the man. Maybe it was because he hadn't proven himself dangerous just yet and Pride had. Sure, it was to protect Simon, and Gawain seemed to easily fight these creatures too but first impressions were important and if he were being frank Prides first impression was nothing short of terrifying. "Wait... out of range?" He echoed, feeling like he was asking too many questions today, way out of his normal comfort zone of remaining silent during interactions. Maybe it was simply because he felt the need to figure out what was going on, that there was some compulsion to ask questions, because they left his mouth before he had the opportunity to actually reign them in. He swallowed, unsure about this, just hoping that his friend would return soon so he could see for sure that everything was totally fine and that his friend was safe. Then maybe he could apologize and finally get home, once the coast was clear, and perhaps never speak to either of them again. His heart twisted one more at that- he'd truly begun to enjoy Gawain's presence and after this he'd feel the need to avoid the man. What else was he supposed to do? All of this was just too surreal and if this was the company that he usually kept... Simons eyes shifted once more to the ebony haired man, lips thinning, deciding that he had to simply believe he was some kind of guardian angel, or this was some elaborate theatrical production. Because there was no way what Simon had seen was real.
He eventually pulled his gaze from the man, though, and looked on at the dimly lit streets. "I suppose it is. I'm usually not out here at this time of night." He murmured, unsure as to why he offered that sensitive piece of information, even if it was true. He was either in classes or in the place he was expected to call home and neither gave him the chance to enjoy these kinds of nights. "I don't like tea." He stated flatly, even if it wasn't the total truth. Sure, he enjoyed a nice black tea from time to time, and he was a sucker for sweet tea. He just didnt' want to make any plans with the person after this whole situation was done and over with.
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Oct 25, 2018 14:04:22 GMT -5
(Hey no need to apologize! I completely understand, and I hope things are going better for you now! <3 Stress during breaks should be illegal.)
Pride can read Simon's visceral responses to his words and finds himself feeling some concern over them, but he doesn't regret that he's making it easier to connect the dots. It's better to have a vague notion or suspicion than to be completely caught off-guard. Don't do that, Pride wants to say when Simon forces a chuckle. He'd rather be ignored than have anyone pretend around him, especially if it's to maintain the status quo or in an effort to prioritize his 'comfort' over their own. Pride wants others to feel comfortable enough around him to be themselves but he feels that direct assertions like that so soon into their acquaintanceship would only put Simon on the offensive, so he files it away for later address. He blinks in pensive surprise at the question- it's one he's heard from others in nearly the same tone. "I should hope so." He responds mildly, amusement in his gaze and a wryness to his smile. He's somewhat surprised to find that he's hurt to see that Simon doesn't exactly like the idea of 'Gawain' being connected to him, but he waves it away in favor of lighter thoughts. "We can discover it together, then~" Pride smiles. "I'm only acquainted with their Coffee Cakes and Cioco Delice- Not exactly suitable foods for dinner, but after the night we've had, I believe we deserve some sugar~ Is there anything in particular that you like?" He inquires lightly, mentally running through what he knows of the menu. He'd hate for Simon to walk all the way there and discover that nothing suits his tastes. Though he'd only agreed to wait for Lust, Pride fully intended to put something in his stomach. He's too skinny and to Pride's silent horror, college students don't tend to have the best diet or mealtimes. Not that cakes and sweet drinks are conducive to that, but they're something at least.
Pride brightens when Simon acquiesces but almost immediately adopts an expression of confusion, covering up his hurt though his brows rise and his head tilts, lips parting in surprise before pressing into a soft smile. "I know we've only just met, but please believe me when I say that I would never take advantage of your discomfort, nor anyone else's. And I never want to hurt you either, Simon." His expression returns to the serene smile that is his default. "I am your guardian angel, after all~ And perhaps this will offer a touch more proof? You're already starting to believe if you're willing to be healed when i have no visible healing instruments~" His sleeves are already rolled up to the elbows, but he makes a show of displaying and spreading his hands as a street magician would to say 'nothing up my sleeves', lips curved in a more fey grin than he usually displays. He then extends a hand toward Simon, palm up, fingers loosely curled. Pride is confined to gestures where it concerns his healing magic, but fortunately he doesn't require contact to cast the spell. Unlike Lust, Pride's magic doesn't require shaping, he can simply will it into being. Healing doesn't come quite as naturally to him as it does his partner, but the nature of the spell is well within his realm of expertise. Redirection, erasure, a hint of the illusory- Pride focuses on the source of Simon's pain, the chafing of his leg against the ill-fitting prosthetic- and first sweeps a balm of pacifying magic over the nerves, staying them. He doesn't quite prevent them from sending messages, but instead coaxes them into believing that Simon's pain is no longer an issue. He then makes this more or less true by providing some cushioning where the real meets artificial, somewhat evening out the difference in the length of Simon's legs and preventing his skin from chafing against the prosthetic, at least for the time being. All of this he accomplishes with a wave of his outstretched hand, eyes narrowing briefly in focus while the steady, cooling trickle of magic does its work. Pride can work magic without alerting others to the fact, but he's learned long ago that it's better to make it easy to identify. "Your painkillers interrupt the messages being sent to your brain; what I've done is tell your pain receptors that there is nothing to report, I've also eliminated the source by alleviating the pressure on your leg and prosthetic, as well as created a magical barrier to prevent further instances of discomfort." He lowers his hand and laces it with the other behind his back. "If you would like me to undo it once we've reached the cafe- or right now, if it makes you uncomfortable, I'd be happy to." That reminds him- He asks Lust to pick up painkillers and receives a series of oaths for his trouble. The sanguine evenness of his smile makes way for an amused tilt to his lips. It coincides with Simon's obvious relief at the mention of Lust and Pride's gaze softens. He was honestly a little bemused to learn that the two had built some kind of rapport- Though it makes sense when they are similarly not inclined to social situations. Pride's smile becomes more present when Simon echoes him. Asking questions is always a good sign- it meant he was listening and was therefore in a position to learn. "Out of range of the thralls'- those creatures that attacked you earlier. Their master won't be able to send them beyond a certain point with Gawain keeping them occupied." "Oh?" Pride hums, head tilting. "In that case, I'm glad you can witness this one~" The Angel simply smiles innocently. "I suppose it's just one Darjeeling, then~? We'll need to keep walking if we're going to get it, however~ Are you alright to go?"
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Post by sweetclover1 on Oct 25, 2018 14:55:41 GMT -5
(Unfortunately not. I've had a stress headache since Monday night haha. )
Simon had no intentions of offending Pride- even f he didn't trust the man he didn't want to be mean. Even his snapping earlier and his recent behavior wasn't what he was usually like. It was in his nature to please, even with how badly interacting with people scared him and caused him discomfort, and that was why he'd forced a chuckle. Honestly, an abrupt redirection like don't do that would have scared him off after a few stuttered apologies escaped his mouth. So perhaps it was for the best that Pride had kept his mouth shut during this. The dark haired young man simply nibbled his lip in response when Pride said he sure hoped the two of them were close, staring at the stranger, trying to figure out if the male went to their college as well. Could have Simon mistaken the two before? No... that didn't seem right. Gawain had a different air to him, no matter how similar they were. Simon doubted he'd gotten the two mixed up. The smile was different on Prides face. He didn't look happy about "discovering" new food, either, but that had absolutely nothing to do with Pride. Simon just didn't really like trying new things. He was the perfect picture of a creature of habit, he had the things he liked and specific places he got them, so trying something new sounded just as bad as getting teeth pulled for him. He didn't say that, though, instead shrugging at the mans comment and question. It wasn't like he had anything that could be considered dinner in a while, anyways. Usually his drink and slice of banana bread was the college students dinner, occasionally he'd grab a bag of chips from the Bodega near him if he was hungry enough later on at night. "I-uh... I don't know. " He murmured with a shrug, before realizing that wouldn't be an acceptable answer for someone like pride, so he nibbled his lip. "I guess... it depends where I eat. Cinnamon is usually okay. Cake pops too, I guess. I just... I don't know until I see the menu." Which would consist of Simon sitting and staring at it for at least fifteen to twenty five minutes, trying to do the math in his head about how much it would cost him, and then trying to find something he'd actually eat (or drink) in it's entirety. It was a long process and usually ended in someone pressuring him into finally making a decision, n which half the time he actually liked what he ate.
His stomach churned again, not wanting to order anythignwith a stranger, looking back at him warily only to find a look of confusion on his face. The young adult shifted uncomfortably at this, not liking that it felt like he couldn't say anything right here, swallowing a little and looking away when Pride insisted that he would never take advantage of his, or anyones, discomfort. He could practically feel how honest the guy was being about this, which only made him feel worse about his warning, having to remind himself that this was New York and he couldnt' ever be too careful. His features pinched a little, not liking that he really was willing to consider that this guy had magical powers, but knowing that on some level he was right. That didn't stop Simons protests, though. "Well, It's not that I'm willing. I just... there's no point in not accepting it." He grumbled, watching warily as the guy extended his hand , backing away just in case he tried to touch Simon. His throat felt a little dry, trying to not shiver when he felt something change, the soreness in his leg was beginning to fade like it would if he took extra-strength painkillers... suddenly the prosthetic felt a little more comfortable too. Even i this was a good thing, he couldnt' help but panic just a little, because what was going on. He opened his mouth, about to practically demand an explanation, but Pride beat him to it. His lips thinned just a little, nodding at the description of his painkillers, because he knew this. His doctors had explained this to him back when he actually could afford to go to them, relaxing a little at the explanation of what Pride had just done, still freaked out that it was magic but at least it had some kind of scientific explanation. He just... told my pain receptors it's not there. Thats all. Nothing too crazy. Just ignore the information of the magical barrier and you'll be fine. He told himself, nodding a little at the offer of taking it away at the cafe, not looking forward to the pain again but honestly he wasn't comfortable enough to just let this magic continue through his body. He could gt some painkillers once they were closer to the cafe and they could sit and wait for them to kick in. "Thank you." He finally whispered, running his hands through his hair, letting out a shaky breath. He frowned at the explanation but still nodded a little. "They- they aren't human?" He tried to clarify, but didn't answer when he said that eh was glad that Simon could witness this night. Instead he focused on the next topic of conversation- tea? "Is that tea? " He asked, before testing out his leg, still surprised when he felt no pain at all (a rare occurrence) and nodded. "Yeah. I'm ready." He assured, glancing around, as if to check and see if anyone else saw the little display of magic.
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