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| Twisted Time and Distorted Sky; A Tales of the Abyss/Supernatural RP | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 19 2010, 04:26 AM (517 Views) | |
| Tiger Festival | Feb 19 2010, 04:26 AM Post #1 |
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I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
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The rest of the world perceived that moment just as any other. To most of the inhabitants of Auldrant, it was just another day of trying to get by, just another day with a sky that looked like it might rain and a worry about what to prepare for dinner. For the rest of Auldrant, time wasn’t progressing any differently than it normally did. For Gaildardia Galan Gardios (more commonly known as Guy Cecil), it was as if a giant clock was hanging right by his ear, loudly ticking every second. He was waiting, he realized. Even as he walked out of Eldrant, each step mechanical and shoulders tense, he was waiting. Waiting for the sudden shockwave, the flash of bright white light -- the release of Lorelei, and the death of Luke fon Fabre. Luke . . . Guy swallowed and clenched his fists. And then unclenched them. And then clenched them again. It took an enormous amount of willpower not to look back -- to keep walking forward. It was immensely difficult to keep his eyes focused on Jade’s back, to focus on leaving Eldrant just as he’d promised. And he had promised that he’d leave, that he’d let Luke free Lorelei, just as he knew he was supposed to. He’d promised Luke when they’d first had the discussion, when Luke had first decided that if Asch wouldn’t free Lorelei, he would, even if it meant sacrificing himself in the process. And he’d promised Jade later on, when Jade had cornered him and asked him if he was going to interfere or not. He’d promised both that he wouldn’t, that he would do what needed to be done and leave when the time came for it, but that didn’t make it any easier. That didn’t make it any less tempting to turn and look back for the tell-tale glint of light in the distance. “It’s pretty quiet out here, huh?” Anise’s voice broke the silence, and for once her voice wasn’t chipper. Guy looked over to see that she was swinging her arms by her sides, her stride a little less dejected than the rest of them (save Jade, who looked perfectly composed no matter the situation), but she still didn’t sound as upbeat as she normally did. “I mean, we’re almost out of Eldrant, but there aren’t even any monsters. It’s creepy.” “Perhaps they can sense what is going to happen,” Natalia remarked absently, her hazel eyes trailing up to the ceiling. “Animals often have a sense of things such as weather and preternatural presences, do they not? Perhaps monsters are the same.” “I guess.” Anise shrugged, and it was clear that she was only speaking to fill the silence -- talking, because there was nothing else to do. “What do you think, Colonel? Are there any eerie vibes to scare the monsters away?” Anything Jade said in response to Anise was thus tuned out by Guy, who felt his interest wane away from the topic. It didn’t matter. It was just space-filler. Just something to try and distract everyone from the fact that they were leaving Luke to sacrifice himself -- to die. To distract them from the fact that they were abandoning Luke. That Guy was abandoning Luke. Guy slowed his pace, falling behind the rest of the group members, clenching his fists once more. “And what if you don’t make it out, huh? What if, by releasing Lorelei, you use up too much energy and can’t get out?” “. . . Then I don’t get out.” “Luke!” “What am I supposed to do, Guy? I probably don’t even have the power to release Lorelei anyway. But if I do, and if Asch won’t, then I have to. I have to try.” “. . . I know. I know you do.” “And Guy . . . you can’t stop me.” “What?” “You always try to protect me. But you can’t -- not this time. If -- when I release Lorelei, you have to leave with the others. You have to go. And make sure Tear goes, too; get her out safely for me, Guy.” “Luke . . .” “Hey, promise me? Just one last promise?” “Don’t talk about it like it’s definitely going to be your last one. . . . But, yeah, I promise.” He had promised. He had straight-up sworn that he wasn’t going to interfere. And even if he was going to try and use the loophole that when he said “I promise” to Luke he was referring to the promise of getting Tear out safely, there was no way the same loophole existed in what he’d said to Jade. No way Jade would ever let something like that slip by. He was much too clever for that. “Sunlight!” Anise’s voice broke through Guy’s reverie, and he looked up to see that the exit from Eldrant was clearly visible. The Albiore was no doubt waiting just beyond, Noelle safely inside. Once he got on the Albiore, that was it. There was no going back. So far, Lorelei hadn’t been released, but Guy had a feeling it would be any second. Tick, tock. The seconds were clicking down. “We finally made it out.” Guy had promised. He couldn’t go back. He couldn’t even look back, because he knew if he did, he’d be running before he could stop himself. He couldn’t go back, because he had promised he wouldn’t. He promised. He promised . . . “It’s my job to take care of you, Luke, and I say nothing bad’s going to happen to you so long as I’m around. Promise.” “Even if the rest of the world abandoned you, I’d still be here, by your side.” Guy stopped completely. Since he’d already lagged to the point of bringing up the rear, the others seemed not to notice. Anise was walking ahead, right to Jade’s left, while Natalia was walking nearer to Tear, looking lost in her own little world. No one saw Guy stop, and Guy -- despite knowing what would happen if he did -- glanced back over his shoulder. Then he turned. Then he spared one last glance at the group. I’m sorry, Jade, he thought, his eyes lingering on Jade. I don’t make a habit of breaking my promises . . . but that’s exactly why I have to go back. Once he saw that Tear had crossed the threshold and was walking back toward the Albiore, Guy turned, and full-on sprinted back to Eldrant, heading toward Hod. He was fast, but he could only pray that he would be fast enough. *** Outside, perched on the wing of the Albiore, Noelle had her eyes trained on the sky. She couldn’t say how long it had been -- how many hours had passed. Too many for her liking, but the group of travelers that she carted around had habits of going into dangerous places for hours at a time, and besides, she knew that this time would take the longest of all. She didn’t know when -- or if, really, but thinking that way made her feel like some angry, resentful monster was clawing at her insides -- they were coming back, and so she tried to lose herself in the blue of the sky, the shape of the clouds. She’d wait for two days and two nights, she told herself. If they weren’t back by then . . . but they would be. They had to be, didn’t they? She didn’t manage to get them there just for them to fail. They wouldn’t fail. They wouldn’t. The sound of boots scuffing ground reached her ears, then (for Noelle had always had hearing even sharper than her eyesight), and turned, her blue eyes widening at the sight of the weary adventurers exiting the grand building. Suddenly, it seemed as if she hadn’t been waiting that long at all; her heart skipped a happy beat in her chest, her eyes moving from the impressive Jade Curtiss, to the clever Anise Tatlin, to the stolid Tear Grants, to the regal Princess Natalia, to the . . . to the . . . Noelle felt her heart sink, the smile falling from her face. Her entire body feeling suddenly numb, she climbed down off the wing of the Albiore, forcing her legs to move to meet the group halfway to the airship. “Hey, Noelle,” Anise greeted, false cheer in her voice. “I’d love to play catch-up, but we might want to do that mid-flight. We don’t have much time right now.” Noelle nodded, but she couldn’t move. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she asked, “They . . . They didn’t . . . make it?” The false cheer fell from Anise’s face and she looked away, brown eyes aimed at a spot farther into the distance. Natalia was the one who spoke, her voice choked, her eyes welling with tears at Noelle’s words. “Luke is . . . is going to free Lorelei. And Asch . . . No, he . . . he didn’t.” Noelle started, like an electric jolt had shocked her. In truth, she’d forgotten about Asch, and while that made her feel like an awful person, it still didn’t dissuade her from pressing the matter further. “And Guy?” she asked, her voice sounding more firm than she thought it would. Natalia looked up. “Guy?” “He’s . . . He’s not here,” Noelle said, and she mentally applauded herself for being able to get those words out. “So did he . . . is he . . .” “What do you mean he’s not? He’s right--” Natalia turned as she spoke, yet then froze, not seeing spiky blond hair or cobalt blue eyes in sight. “But . . . he was right behind us!” “Well, he’s not now.” Anise turned to Jade, placing her hands upon her hips, frowning at him. “Colonel, what are we supposed to do now? Weren’t you the one who was supposed to make sure nothing like this happened?” |
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How to Plot: Think of the worst thing you can do to a character, and then do it. Karin || Raisuke || Anko || Tobias || Ralm | |
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| Royal Crablettes | Feb 19 2010, 11:14 AM Post #2 |
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Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
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Tear’s shoulders were rigid, as she walked with the company, and her knuckles were white within her gloves, as her fingers remained clenched around her staff. One foot in front of the other – it was all she could manage, staring at the ground and following. One foot in front of the other – one step at a time away from – from him. From what had happened. From the sources of her greatest joys and her greatest grief. Deep within, he shattered heart pained her as nothing else had ever done so before, and it was all too much to take: first the (second – as if the first had not been painful enough) death of her beloved brother, no more the gentle guardian who had sung to her and watched over her, but her brother nonetheless – and now, soon Luke, too, would be… would be… no! She swallowed, her grip tightening even further, and she closed her eyes, drawing in a deep, slow breath and letting it out as steadily as she could manage (which wasn’t very steadily at all). Why was she mourning him already? He had promised he would come back, hadn’t he? He had to. He had to – and so, she had no right to go on thinking of him as gone, when really, he wasn’t. He was coming back. Besides, it wouldn’t do for a soldier to lose composure like this, in the open, not even after… that. Lost in her thoughts and struggle to hold it all in, she paid only the scantest attention to Anise’s chatter and certainly offered no reply of her own, as she continued on – one foot in front of the other. Jade, meanwhile – though he kept his attention primarily on the paths ahead of them, watchful for any unexpected dangers that might yet waylay them – paid much closer heed to the states of his companions. There would be plenty of time for reflection at a later date, after all – now, their primary concern was getting out of and away from Eldrant before it collapsed upon itself. And Luke — Luke would do what he had to do, and whether he survived or not, the world would be better for it, in the end. Personal feelings were meaningless before that. //“I guess.” Anise shrugged, and it was clear that she was only speaking to fill the silence -- talking, because there was nothing else to do. “What do you think, Colonel? Are there any eerie vibes to scare the monsters away?”// Pushing his gravity-prone glasses up his nose, Jade looked sidelong at the girl, a smirk finding its way to his lips, even now. “Yes, I’m sure eerie vibes are responsible for the dearth of monsters,” he drawled, unsurprised that the most obvious explanation had eluded Anise and Natalia. “The extreme fluctuations in fonon levels and the near-constant tremors from Eldrant’s collapse must have nothing whatsoever to do with it, of course.” 0=0=0 When they drew within sight of the Albiore and Noelle ran to great them, Jade paused, turning halfway so as to assess his younger companions, and it was then that he noticed Guy was missing, and he looked back towards the still-crumbling ruins of Eldrant, eyes narrowing, as he wondered just when the swordsman had seen fit to sneak off – not that the when particularly mattered. The point was, he was gone, and there was nothing to be done about it now, save to hope that whatever Guy did would not prove ill. To think, in the end even Gaildardia Gardios would break his promise, and Jade wasn’t quite sure he ought to be surprised. //“Well, he’s not now.” Anise turned to Jade, placing her hands upon her hips, frowning at him. “Colonel, what are we supposed to do now? Weren’t you the one who was supposed to make sure nothing like this happened?” // The colonel turned to Anise, again, meeting her disapproval with calm neutrality. “I suppose I should have affixed a leash to Guy’s collar, but there is nothing we can now do.” One hand snaked out of his pockets to once more adjust his glasses. “We must leave Luke to Guy and depart so that we are not also caught up in the aftermath of Lorelei’s impending release.” |
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| Tiger Festival | Feb 19 2010, 02:58 PM Post #3 |
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I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
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Leave Luke to Guy? Natalia stared at Jade, her hazel eyes transfixed, her brain struggling to process his words. “You wish for us to leave Guy here?” she asked, and shook her head. “That’s impossible. We cannot do that. There is nothing Guy could do to stop Luke at this point, and if he is caught up in Lorelei’s release, it will . . . it will kill him.” Truth be told, it would luckily kill Luke as well, but Natalia was trying to be an optimist -- was trying to tell herself that although she had lost Asch, she had not yet lost Luke, and she would not lose Guy, as well. “We can’t leave him here to die -- not when he is our friend and companion. Not to mention . . .” Natalia looked back toward the majestic building, swallowing hard. “Luke would never forgive us.” Another violent tremor rocked the island, and Anise frowned, looking over at Natalia. As much as she hated to do it -- she didn’t want anyone else close to her to die, Guy included -- she couldn’t justify going back in after him. “But he made his choice, didn’t he?” she asked, knowing that her words sounded heartless and hating herself for them. “We don’t know where in there Guy is. Yeah, he was right behind us, but if he went back in then he was probably running, and he’s faster than all of us.” Anise grimaced, folding her arms across her chest. “Even I probably couldn’t find him in enough time to get back out.” Natalia couldn’t believe what she was hearing -- or that the situation was happening at all. She had lost Asch even before the final battle with Van. Then, she’d left Luke to release Lorelei, knowing deep down that there was a large chance that he would not return from it. And then, on top of all that, her final childhood friend had gone back inside, more or less securing his own death as well, and she wasn’t allowed to go in after? “But to leave him--” Eldrant shook again, and the motion rocked Noelle from her stupor. Reaching up, she swiped one arm across her eyes, trying to calm herself down enough so that she would be able to pilot the aircraft. “We -- We can’t stay,” she said, her voice cracking. “I need at least semi-stable conditions to be able to pilot the Albiore. If we stay any longer, we risk losing that and not making it out. I -- I can’t . . . I don’t want to leave Guy, either,” she took a deep breath, “but we have no choice.” Turning before she could change her mind, Noelle ran for the Albiore, jumping into the craft and heading straight for the cockpit. The sooner she was in the pilot’s chair with the controls in her hands the better. Noelle could lose herself in flying. Could forget about all that was happening. It would be nothing but her and the sky . . . and a great deal of distance between herself and the gentle swordsman with the charming smile who wouldn’t get close to her, but who spent endless nights just talking to her about fontech craft, her life and family, his own childhood with Luke, and plenty of other “meaningless” topics. Seated in the pilot’s chair, waiting for the others to board, Noelle dropped her forehead against the steering controls, scrunching her eyes shut tight. Natalia watched Noelle head for the Albiore, looking back at Eldrant one last time, and then looking to Tear -- Tear, the one who person in their group was in as much pain as she was. Surely Tear understood how Natalia felt -- why Natalia was reluctant to leave. “Come on,” Anise urged, and Natalia glanced over to see that Anise was boarding the Albiore as well. “You guys don’t want to die either, do you?” “Of course not,” Natalia responded, her words coming out more forceful than she wanted them to. “But . . .” She closed her eyes, and took a deep, steadying breath. He will be fine, she told herself, though she couldn’t speak the words aloud. He is the amazing Guy, after all, and he’s been looking after Luke since Luke first arrived at the manor. He will be fine. --- Guy could feel Eldrant shuddering beneath him, the strange patterns of fonons due to Lorelei’s impending release no doubt being the reason, but he didn’t break stride, running as fast as he could. His lungs burned and his legs ached, and he had to vault over a fallen column before tripping over it, but still, he didn’t stop running. He was almost there -- he was already in Hod, which meant that all he had to do was get up the stairs. Get up the stairs, and get up to Luke, and then . . . well, Guy didn’t know what he’d do then. Grab Luke as soon as Lorelei was released and bolt? Sounded like a plan. Guy didn’t know how successful of a plan, but even if he was ordinary a level-headed strategist, sometimes Guy just took things and ran with them. Sometimes the simple route was the best one, and it was best not to over-think it. At least, Guy hoped. Guy took the stairs three at a time, pausing only once he reached the top and saw Luke standing in the distance, the Key of Lorelei in the ground, both hands grasping the hilt of the sword and his eyes closed in concentration. Light was spreading out in spidery cracks along the ground, glowing and pulsing, and even Guy could feel the intensity of fonons at that point. They tingled and burned against his senses, and made it difficult to breathe -- but he wouldn’t turn back. After all, he’d stood by Luke’s side when Van had unleashed Lorelei’s power against them, despite how the power had burned at his skin and made it nearly impossible to see. This was nothing. “Luke!” Guy’s voice didn’t distract Luke -- didn’t even make him flinch -- but Guy was already moving forward, his feet pounding the stone beneath them. As he neared, Luke finally seemed to sense his presence and looked up, his green eyes widening. “Guy?!” It was completely inappropriate, but Guy couldn’t help it -- he laughed at Luke’s shocked expression. “Don’t worry, Tear’s out,” he said. “I made sure she was. But I can’t just leave you here to face this alone. I told you I wouldn’t, remember?” It was then that Guy noticed that Luke was trembling, his fingers constricted so tightly around the hilt of the Key of Lorelei that they were bone-white. “Everyone’s out?” he asked, his voice strained. Guy nodded. “Yeah. They should be on-board the Albiore by now.” “Why aren’t you with them?!” Luke demanded, and Guy raised an eyebrow. “You promised you’d go, and I . . . I can’t . . . hold it back any longer . . .” He shut his eyes tightly, and Guy realized that Luke was trying to hold Lorelei’s power in-check -- to give them enough time to escape and not be caught in the aftermath. Guy shook his head. “No, I promised nothing bad would happen to you so long as I was around. You’re making it out of this alive, Luke.” Luke opened his mouth to reply, but suddenly, he slumped against the sword, breathing hard, his forehead shining with sweat and his control slipping. Guy reached out, one hand falling on Luke’s arm, but a sudden burst of light from the point of the sword caused him to cry out in pain and shield his eyes with his other arm. It burned. It burned far worse than when Van had unleashed Lorelei to use against them, and felt like liquid fire moving along his entire body. It was pain unlike he’d ever felt, and if Luke’s scream was anything to go by, then he certainly wasn’t the only one feeling it. But as all of his senses cut off in an attempt to block out the pain, he had one last thought: At least Luke’s not feeling it alone. --- Guy wasn’t unconscious for long. He’d always been one who was quick to recover, even when something rightfully should killed him, and so although his head was pounding worse than if someone had repeatedly slammed a sword into his skull and his entire body felt like death warmed over, he groggily opened his eyes with enough time to see the brilliant light fading from the Key of Lorelei, which was lying on the old, dusty wooden floor. . . . Dusty wooden floor? Guy pushed himself up, gasping in pain as he did so, trying to force his brain to work. The floor did indeed seem to be made of old wooden planks, the walls made out of the same cabin-like material. Furniture that looked as if it hadn’t been used in ages, including a book case with ancient volumes, was placed at various points around the room. From further in the house, Guy heard something that sounded remarkably like wood crashing, along with a shout. Wherever they were, and however they had gotten there, they wouldn’t alone. . . . Wait. They. He wasn’t alone. Luke was with him. “Luke!” Guy turned, wincing as the quick movement made the pain worse, and looked to the red-head beside him. Luke was slumped against the wall, his fingers entirely limp around the hilt of the Key of Lorelei, his head slumped against his chest. He made no movement when Guy called his name -- didn’t react at all. Guy reached out, tapping Luke’s cheek sharply a few times with his hand, and got no response. “C’mon, Luke,” Guy all but growled. “Rise and shine, don’t do this to me . . .” Guy placed his index finger and middle finger against Luke’s neck, waiting, and only relaxing when he felt a pulse beneath his fingers. Leaning closer, Guy could hear Luke breathing as well, and that caused his panic to ebb away. Luke was alive. No doubt he was as injured as Guy was -- probably even moreso -- but he was at least alive. Guy could work with alive. If only he knew where the hell they were. |
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How to Plot: Think of the worst thing you can do to a character, and then do it. Karin || Raisuke || Anko || Tobias || Ralm | |
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| Royal Crablettes | Feb 20 2010, 05:25 AM Post #4 |
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Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
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After the business with Anna and the oh-so-relaxing and fun trip to the past, both remaining Winchesters were more than eager to get back on the road, find a hunt and move, move, keep on moving so that they didn’t have time to stop and think about it all and give the bitches up above or below a chance to find them, catch up and systematically go about making their lives suck even more than normal – or at least that was Dean’s primary motivation in scrounging through newspapers for anything even a little bit suspicious (and preferably having as little to do with demons and angels as possible). Nothing like a standard salt-n-burn to get the mind off of things, after all. In any event, while the rumors connected with the old mansion were hardly extraordinary and – in all likelihood – nothing more than mere rumors, they were still just enough that – as long as Sam and Dean were passing through the town – the Winchesters thought they might as well check them out. Thus, after the requisite poking around town, this early evening found the pair examining the ramshackle, boarded up old monstrosity of a house curiously from outside, as they decided on the most appropriate weapons to take with them into the gloom. Clearly flashlights and shotguns with rock-salt shells were a must – the main rumors concerning the place involved ghosts, after all, but secondary rumors pointed to the possibility of other things, and it never hurt to be prepared, in any event. So, the only question remaining was how heavily to arm themselves otherwise, but in the end, striking a balance between their typical luck and the actual probability that they’d run into anything particularly dangerous, the handguns and extra ammunition came along, as well. And, of course, carrying holy water was just standard practice, now. But saddled up and ready to go, there was nothing for it but to climb over the fence, pick the lock on the door and head on in. “Charming place,” remarked Dean, shining his flashlight around the entry hall, the beam illuminating little beyond swirling motes of dust and the shabby remains of what might have been a carpet, once. Shards of a broken mirror reflected the light in small flashes from the top of a three-legged table, and spiders and mice had long been busy in making their homes in the walls. “I’m really digging the spider web motif.” Sam rolled his eyes and looked into the first of many side rooms. “Yeah. It’s real nice.” Whatever banter they’d begun, however, soon died down as they split off, each taking a side of the oddly-symmetrical house. And when the first floor had been covered, with nothing more remarkable than the decaying corpse of a dead rat being discovered, they met again in the main hall, by the stairs. An exchange of looks and a shrug was all it took before up they headed, Sam grimacing at the way the stairs squeaked. However, they had only just reached the top of the landing, when suddenly something rippled. There was no other way to describe it – it was if reality had been a water bucket, and someone had just dropped a stone in. Then, there was a brilliant flash from within one of the rooms down the way, the sound of rushing wind and a shockwave that sent Dean flying into a table and would have sent Sam tumbling back down the stairs, if he hadn’t’ve grabbed hold of the railing. “Dean!” Sam shouted, in its wake, springing over to his brother, as the older man picked himself up, shaking his head and attempting to reorient himself. “Are you ok?” “The hell was that?” he snapped, as he clambered to his feet, ignoring Sam’s question. “I don’t know, but it came from one of the rooms. Guess this isn’t a wild goose chase after all.” Dean cracked a mirthless grin. “Let’s go.” Weapons at the ready, they approached the door Sam indicated from either side, wary and watchful for any new flashes or noises. From within, they could hear a muffled voice, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything good. When waiting a few seconds produced no change, Sam nodded to Dean, and the latter kicked open the door, the two of them entering with shotguns loaded and at the ready for whatever they might find. |
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There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda | |
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| Tiger Festival | Feb 20 2010, 02:32 PM Post #5 |
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I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
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If there was one thing that Guy had learned while on the journey to save Auldrant, it was that things could rarely go as planned. For instance, if they tried to sneak in somewhere? They got caught, and usually it was by God-Generals or a swarm of Oracle Knights. Should they try to hitch a ride on the Tartarus? It would break. And if they wanted to obtain something easily? Well, good luck, because they probably had to go on an extensive quest for it. And Yulia forbid they should ever try to take a break, because that meant that within seconds another one of the Sephiroth would be failing and another section of the Outer Lands would be falling. So it was for this reason that Guy wasn’t really surprised when the door banged open just as he was checking Luke over for serious injury. He was startled, yes, and his instincts and reflexes propelled him to his feet despite the pain, sheath unhooked from his belt and sword drawn. He didn’t attack, but instead shifted himself into a more defensive position, up on the balls of his feet and standing in front of Luke. Whoever had busted in, they weren’t getting through him. Luke was still too unconscious to protect himself, after all, which left the job to Guy, even as Guy gritted his teeth to keep from making any grunt of pain caused by the sudden movement. But as he held his sheath in his left hand and his sword in his right, light from the beam of one of the enemy’s flashlights reflecting off the length of steel in his hand, he got a good look at the two who’d entered and decided that they weren’t familiar at all -- not even in the simplest sense. The first one that caught his eye was the darker-haired one, for he was easily the tallest person in the room, standing a good few inches taller than Guy (which was rare, because it wasn’t as if Guy was exactly short). His hair was dark, and slicked back away from his face, his eyes hazel and appearing wary. The nice-looking (albeit strange) shirt was off-set by the rugged looking jacket he wore over it, coupled with the faded pants (what was that material, anyway?) tucked into worn shoes, and in his hands was a gun. A different gun than Legretta’s handguns, to be sure, but a gun all the same. Speaking of guns, the shorter of the two males had one too, and his green eyes looked decidedly more hostile than the eyes of his companions. His hair was lighter, almost-but-not-quite to the point of being dirty blond, and his clothing was more on the rugged side of things, versus half-nice, half-not-giving-a-damn (though his clothes were still strange -- seriously, where in Auldrant did they come from?). Still, what they were wearing didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. What did matter were the guns they had in their hands, aimed straight at Guy -- and, as a result, at Luke. Guy wasn’t a big fan of guns, after fighting Legretta a handful of times. They were a pain in the ass, extremely hard to block, and hurt horribly when one of the bullets managed to hit. Guy raised his sword a fraction, ready to jerk it up to defend himself if necessary, but still stayed purely on the defensive. He wouldn’t mind fighting both of them if Luke wasn’t in the room, but as it stood, he couldn’t afford to attack. Not when it meant he’d be leaving Luke defenseless on the floor behind him. “Well,” he said, his tone casual despite his position. Guy was good about keeping a cool head in situations like this. “You don’t look like any Oracle Knights I’ve ever seen, and I would’ve known if they decided to add more God-Generals to the force.” Somehow, with Anise aspiring to be Fon Master, Guy doubted the office of “God-General” would ever be filled again, anyway. True, Cantabile might have something to say about that, but Anise was the type to get her way whether others wanted her to or not. In that sense, she was a lot like Luke, actually. “So, given the fact that you don’t seem to be on the side of my enemy and the fact that we’ve never met before, how about we call this one big misunderstanding and put away the guns? Because, trust me, I’d really rather not have to fight you right now.” |
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How to Plot: Think of the worst thing you can do to a character, and then do it. Karin || Raisuke || Anko || Tobias || Ralm | |
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| Royal Crablettes | Feb 22 2010, 01:38 AM Post #6 |
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Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
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The first thing the brothers Winchester saw upon bursting into the room was a blur of orange, white and yellow and the flash of metal, and it was only the vague instinct (born from the lack of discernable chill in the room and the way their flashlights didn’t so much as flicker) that this was in all likelihood not a ghost that barely kept Dean from squeezing the trigger and spraying the whatever-it-was with a face full of high velocity rock salt. No, wait– he corrected himself upon a moment’s further observation – whoever-it-was. Maybe. That the man before him was wearing weird-ass clothing like that and swinging a sword or two around didn’t necessarily lend credence to the idea of him being human. Maybe he was a little biased, but in Dean’s experience lately, only angels and the occasional demon seemed inclined to carry around a freaking sword. And sheathe, apparently – in retrospect, the thing in the guy’s other hand didn’t look sharp enough to be another sword. Either way, though, rock salt wasn’t going to do a damn thing against Zorro, there, but that didn’t stop Dean from keeping his gun raised, just in case. Even crazy people who carried swords and dressed like something out of a 1930’s Technicolor adventure film had to know you never brought a sword to a gun fight, right? Sam, meanwhile, had tensed in preparation to move and fight upon the initial flash from the reflected light, but as the flashlights were steadied, and movement ceased, his eyes widened in surprise, and he lowered his gun a little. This was obviously not a ghost, and yet there was definitely something odd going on here. He looked the swordsman over, confused, to say the least. The man looked about the same height as Dean, though younger, and there was nothing unusual about his complexion, his blond hair or his blue eyes – though at the moment, they held an unusually guarded and cool sort of look – the look, Sam thought, of someone who’d grown a little too used to having to fight all the time. But then there were the clothes. The sword aside, the rest of the man’s outfit was archaic, but Sam couldn’t really place a proper time period to them; then again, he was no expert on historical fashion, and for all he knew, neither was the man before them. For that matter, though, he couldn’t really place the style of sword, either. It looked like some sort of a cavalry saber, but there was something about the curve and the hilt that seemed almost oriental – but there was always time to puzzle about this later, and Sam swiftly moved his attention past the first man to the lump of white and black and red behind him. It was a little hard to tell, with the way the swordsman’s shadows fell, but Sam was certain there was another man (or possibly boy, given what he could tell of the stature) behind. Judging by the lack of movement, it was likely that other was unconscious, though what the cause was, he couldn’t say. Any further observations, however, were cut short as the man in front spoke. “Well,” he said, his tone casual despite his position. “You don’t look like any Oracle Knights I’ve ever seen, and I would’ve known if they decided to add more God-Generals to the force.” Dean blinked. Oracle Knights? God-Generals? What the hell was this guy going on about? But before the older Winchester could voice such a question, the swordsman had gone on. “So, given the fact that you don’t seem to be on the side of my enemy and the fact that we’ve never met before, how about we call this one big misunderstanding and put away the guns? Because, trust me, I’d really rather not have to fight you right now.” There was a pause wherein Sam and Dean exchanged looks that involved quirked eyebrows , the former lowering his gun even more at this point, as there hardly seemed any reason for hostilities. Dean still looked dubious, though. “I think we can all agree on not wanting to fight,” Sam began. “But we’ll put away our guns when you put away that sword,” Dean continued. “And I wouldn’t mind you telling us just what the hell is going on here.” |
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| Tiger Festival | Feb 22 2010, 02:27 AM Post #7 |
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I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
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((Omfg, Dean is just so much win. xDDD Zorro. Roflmao.)) Guy caught the look between the two intruders, the raised eyebrows and the shared meaning, and knew exactly what it meant. Well, not exactly -- he wasn’t a mind-reader, after all, and he didn’t have the uncanny ability that Jade possessed to know everything the second it came into existence. But he knew the significance of the look in regards to the relationship of the two men before him. He knew, because he had shared similar looks with Luke thousands of times before. The we-just-had-a-mini-conversation-in-the-span-of-a-couple-seconds-without-opening-our-mouths look. Guy had lost count of how many times he’d done that with Luke. It simply happened when you spent all of your time around another person. When you were brothers, so to speak. But although Guy caught the look and filed it away (in case it would come in handy later), it wasn’t important. Guy appreciated the peace-making tone of the taller one, but he returned the shorter one’s words with a firm gaze of his own, shaking his head. “I guess we’re at a stand-off, then, because I won’t put away my sword until you put down your guns. Remember, you’re the ones that came in here with weapons raised. I wouldn’t have had a problem if you hadn’t aimed guns at us upon first coming in.” Guy jerked his head a little to indicate Luke behind him. “As it stands, I can’t take the risk of putting away my weapons only to have you fill us with bullets. It’s completely out of the question. Now, if you wanted both of us to lower our weapons at the same time . . .” Guy’s lips quirked a little in a smile. Part of him really doubted that was going to happen. Negotiating with the enemy (if these guys really were enemies) rarely went that smoothly. “That would be a different story. But as for what the hell is going on . . .” Guy chuckled, but it wasn’t exactly a happy sound, and shook his head. “Believe me, I wish I knew.” And he had been in the midst of trying to figure that out, actually, when the two gun-toting men had come in. Not that he’d been making much progress, but it was still a mental note that Guy jotted down in frustration. Before anyone could say much more, though, Guy sensed Luke stirring behind him, just before the aforementioned redhead groaned a little, no actual words coming out. “Luke?” Guy asked, glancing behind him quickly before looking forward again. He had to keep his eye on the (possible) enemy. Turning his back, even for a second, could be a fatal mistake. Even so, it was hard not to when Luke was finally coming ‘round behind him. More than anything, Guy just wanted to turn around, help Luke the rest of the way back to consciousness, and then continue to assess possible injury (which would be much easier once Luke was on the side of the world of the living). But no, he couldn’t do that. Not when there were two people with guns aimed at him. He wanted to take care of Luke, yes, but taking care of Luke meant making sure he didn’t get shot. “You conscious yet?” “Nnghh . . .” Luke groaned, and Guy resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Well, Guy thought, I guess I can take a wordless groan as a “yes.” Maybe. “Guy . . . ?” Or maybe I’ll get a better response. Thank Yulia. Guy couldn’t help but grin a little, and risked another glance over his shoulder. Luke was opening his green eyes, slowly but surely, looking dazed and disoriented, but alive. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, looking forward again. “Don’t push yourself, but if you’re able to stand up and move around on your own, do it. We’ve got company.” Luke didn’t answer immediately, but Guy felt Luke shift slightly behind him, no doubt looking around Guy’s legs to try and get a glimpse of what was around him. Guy let Luke get a glimpse, but was prepared to move at a second’s notice, in case either one of the two men tried to pump bullets into Luke’s face. “. . . What the hell?” Luke asked, his response sounding more alert than his initial return-to-consciousness slurring, but still confused beyond belief. Guy chuckled, and this time there was more humor in his voice. “Exactly what I was thinking.” He returned his attention fully to the two armed men, and raised his eyebrows. “So, gentlemen, shall we lower our weapons at the same time? Or would you rather just leave?” |
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How to Plot: Think of the worst thing you can do to a character, and then do it. Karin || Raisuke || Anko || Tobias || Ralm | |
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| Royal Crablettes | Feb 25 2010, 06:42 PM Post #8 |
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Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
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(( Yeah, so… this will amuse you, I’m sure. Last night, I feel asleep in the midst of studying and promptly slept until my alarm went off, at which point I started up and was like, “omg wtf, nooooo!” ‘cause a) I never finished reviewing everything and I didn’t get a post written, either,. However, one good thing did result out of all this, and it was my dream, which was bizarre, stressful and epic all in one.SO… I don’t remember how it started, but the dream ended up with me being in a class with Guy and Luke and a few other characters whom you will be utterly unfamiliar with. And Dean was the teacher, and he was using Ruby’s knife as a pointer, while he gave a lecture on Organic Chemistry in Japanese. Yeah. That was cool, except it wasn’t, because I was freaking out in the dream, trying to understand what Dean was saying while taking down notes. But in retrospect, it was kind of cool, even though Dean being familiar with either Japanese or Organic Chemistry is… a wee tad unrealistic.)) As the blond man spoke about why he wasn’t about to lower his sword, Dean found himself wondering exactly how deeply this man’s delusions went. Obviously there was something not right with this picture, with the way the guy was masquerading as a musketeer, but that he talked as if somehow his sword were capable of stopping the Winchesters from filling him with bullets if they wanted to anyway only made him seem more off his rocker. In any event, though, he lifted his eyebrows at the swordsman and started to reply that they were the ones skulking around a haunted house dressed like re-enactors and possibly causing weird-ass things to happen, and that if they didn’t want people getting defensive, then maybe they should act like normal people and stay the hell out of places where they clearly didn’t belong. Or something along those lines, though probably in less polite language – Dean was still disgruntled from being thrown into a table a few minutes prior, after all. But he stopped himself halfway through opening his mouth, noting that the second guy was coming to. However, the last thing the blond man said gave Dean pause, and he stared for a moment, unsure whether to be impressed with the man’s confidence or to add it to the list of reasons why he clearly had to be insane. “Wait, wait – you’re asking us to leave?” he blurted in sheer disbelief. While Sam was thinking along the same lines, he was more inclined towards pacification, at the moment. Regardless of whether these two guys were legitimately crazy or if there was something more going on here that explained the apparent crazy, the only way anything was going to get done would be if they all calmed down a little and just talked. Tongue darting out to wet his lips, Sam glanced sidelong at Dean before looking back to the strangers. “This isn’t getting us anywhere, so yeah, why don’t we all put our weapons away and just talk? Maybe we can figure out what’s going on.” Dean sighed, but despite his understandable lack of trust in mysterious potential crazies (or even potential angels or demons – given their luck, lately, he wasn’t going to leave out that possibility, at least at first, though admittedly this seemed to be growing less likely as the encounter drew on), he was willing to admit that Sam was right on this one, and he eyed the blond man, waiting for his ascent before slowly lowering his gun to his side. This wasn’t to say that either he or Sam dropped their guards, of course – a moment’s notice was all that was needed to have their guns up and ready, again – but the illusion of relaxation from all parties was the main point of this. “Even if you don’t know what’s going on, can you at least tell us what you are doing in this house?” Sam inquired, once weapons were no longer at the ready. |
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There's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother. ~Astrid Alauda | |
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| Tiger Festival | Feb 25 2010, 09:36 PM Post #9 |
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I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
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“Yes, I’m asking you to leave,” Guy had replied to the shorter man before muttering under his breath, “But if you’re anything like the normal people we deal with we won’t be so lucky.” However, if the shorter man’s lack of cooperation didn’t surprise Guy, then the taller one’s cooperation did, and Guy realized that he was correct in his earlier assessment -- that the shorter man was the one who was going to be rougher to handle, and the taller man was the more peaceable one. Granted, that wasn’t exactly the brightest conclusion in Auldrant -- it didn’t take a genius to figure out, and Guy could already hear Jade’s sarcastic admiration had he been there and Guy voiced such thoughts out loud -- but it at least let him know that his head wasn’t too messed up from whatever had happened. Even if he had taken a few knocks to the head, he still had his wits about him. As the two men lowered their guns, Guy lowered himself slowly to the ground, getting on his knees and putting his sword and sheath down beside him. He wouldn’t sheath his sword, because the steel blade was much more apt at blocking bullets than the wooden sheath (he’d made that mistake against Legretta before, using his sheath to block rather than the blade, and had not been pleased with the results), and he needed to be able to defend both himself and Luke at a moment’s notice. But once all weapons were lowered, that really wasn’t what was important. Guy turned fully to Luke, assessing the situation as best he could. Luke stared back at him, still appearing somewhat dazed but a little more lucid, his green eyes a bit glassy but not too out of it. His skin was paler than normal, and he seemed to be making some sort of effort to keep his head up, but there were no visible injuries that Guy could see. Guy was only thankful that Tear had healed them all after the fight with Van; the last thing he would have needed was for Luke to have some sort of lasting injury to deal with on top of everything else. Guy was about to ask Luke something when the taller man wondered what they were doing in the house, and he looked over his shoulder. “Right this second, I’m making sure he’s okay,” he answered, and then looked back to Luke. “Are you?” “I’ll be fine,” Luke answered, but Guy knew Luke well enough to know the answer was automatic. Luke always said he was fine, especially after what had happened in Akzeriuth -- he didn’t want anyone to give him any attention or special care. “Can you walk?” “I dunno. Probably.” Luke made a face, furrowing his brow as he stared at Guy. “What the hell happened?” “I have no idea. Last thing I remember, you freed Lorelei. I don’t remember anything after that, including how we got to this charming place.” Guy cracked a grin. “Seriously, this place has more flair than Choral Castle. I’m impressed.” Luke rolled his eyes, and Guy -- thinking that perhaps this conversation was one that would better take place elsewhere -- turned back to face the two men, raising his eyebrows. “So, gentlemen, is this lovely establishment yours? If so, forgive us for trespassing. Believe me, we won’t stay longer than necessary.” “It’s your fault we’re here to begin with,” Luke muttered, and Guy glanced back over at him. “Excuse me?” “If you’d stayed behind like you said you would, then this probably wouldn’t have happened.” “Maybe. Or maybe you’d just be here alone and dead right about now, and I told you that I couldn’t let that happen.” Guy glanced back over at the two men, and -- deciding that getting out would probably be best after all -- sheathed his sword and hooked it back around his waist, thereafter jerking his head toward Key of Lorelei, the sacred blade that was still lying on the dusty floor near Luke. “And put that away, would you? Something tells me you’re going to need help out of here, and I’d rather not get stabbed while I do it.” “Yeah, yeah,” Luke grumbled, picking up the sword and fumbling to sheath it. While Luke worked at putting away his blade, Guy looked once again to the two men, grinning a little. Sure, he would probably never see them again, but now that the hostilities were gone, it was probably best to make nice. “Sorry,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Luke demands a lot of attention when he’s sick, injured, or any combination of the above. Makes it difficult to have conversation with anyone else, although usually it’s not a problem. No one wants to be around Luke when he’s sick, which is usually why the honor falls to me and me alone.” “Oh, shut up,” Luke snapped, irritation lacing his tone as he finally managed to put the Key of Lorelei back into its sheath. Guy ignored him. “But that is his name, by the way. He’s Luke and I’m Guy.” He figured last names weren’t important at this point, and raised his eyebrows at the two men. “And you are?” |
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How to Plot: Think of the worst thing you can do to a character, and then do it. Karin || Raisuke || Anko || Tobias || Ralm | |
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| Royal Crablettes | Feb 26 2010, 08:44 PM Post #10 |
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Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
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Adjusting the light from their flashlights both so they could see better and to assist the two others in seeing, Sam and Dean watched the blond man take care of the redhead (who, in Dean’s opinion, looked like he’d soaked his hair a little too long in cherry Kool-Aid – there was no way that was natural). They exchanged puzzled looks at the unfamiliar terminology – (Choral Castle? Freeing Lorelei?) – but refrained from comment, at least until the blond man asked whether “this lovely establishment” was theirs. At that, Sam lifted his eyebrows, giving an amused huff of sorts, while Dean just rolled his eyes. “No, no – trespass away,” he muttered. And then he blinked at the blond man’s grin, once swords were all put away and the man – Guy, apparently – was offering further explanation. Dean nodded once to the names, replying, “I’m Dean, and this is Sam,” gesturing to his brother, who also nodded, lips twitching upward in a brief half-smile. “You said you don’t remember how you got here… Do you mind explaining what you do remember?” asked Sam; it wasn’t the only question he had, of course, but it seemed the most pressing. After all, there were several possibilities for how someone could be in one location and then another without remembering what had happened in between, and it was imperative to figure out the reason for this particular translocation, if they were going to figure out what was going on in this house and if there was anything that needed to be done about it. |
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| Tiger Festival | Feb 26 2010, 08:56 PM Post #11 |
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I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
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At Sam’s question, Guy and Luke exchanged glances -- Luke half-frowning, Guy with one eyebrow raised. To Luke, it was clear that Guy didn’t see too much of a problem with it, but was still going on the side of caution, and to Guy it was clear that Luke felt suspicious about the two other men in the room. Luke shrugged after a moment, but the suspicion was still clear in his eyes, and Guy nodded once to him, looking back at Sam and Dean. “Maybe if you can answer a few questions for us, first,” he said smoothly. “Where exactly is this place located? Or, here, I have a better idea.” Guy reached into his travel pack and pulled out his map of Auldrant, worn and battered though it was, and smoothed it out on the floor. “Think you could point out our location? I don’t remember seeing any place as beautiful as this during our travels, so I can be pretty sure we’re not in any major city. That being said, I need to know where we are so I can get Luke somewhere he can rest.” “I said I’d be fine,” Luke groused, and Guy rolled his eyes. “That’s why I’m not making you see a doctor, but you still look like hell and I doubt walking’s gonna be easy for you.” Guy looked over at Luke over his shoulder, then. “Unless you’d rather sleep on the floor here?” Luke made a face. “I’ll pass.” Guy grinned. “That’s what I thought.” He looked back to Sam and Dean, then. “Anyway, Sam, Dean -- any ideas?” |
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How to Plot: Think of the worst thing you can do to a character, and then do it. Karin || Raisuke || Anko || Tobias || Ralm | |
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| Royal Crablettes | Feb 26 2010, 09:38 PM Post #12 |
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Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
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“No, this is definitely just a small town in the middle of nowhere, Nebraska,” remarked Dean, as he and Sam moved to bend over the map Guy had produced. Both Winchesters found themselves staring at the map in confusion, however, for it was like no map either of them had either looked at before. It seemed like a map of an entire world, but wherever it was, it certainly wasn’t Earth. And it counted as another ten points towards Guy and Luke being certifiable, in Dean’s books. So, not only were they dressed for Halloween, but they also were taking whatever game they were playing entirely too seriously. Dean couldn’t quite decide if this was better or worse than the cosplayers at the convention – less freaky, given that they weren’t trying to act like him and his brother, true, but still just as weird. “Anyway, Sam, Dean -- any ideas?” Dean gave Sam a ‘what the hell are we even supposed to say?’ look, and Sam gave a sort of shrug before turning to Guy. “Um…,” he so eloquently began. “Well, you’re in Beaver Creek, Nebraska, but… um… What exactly is that supposed to be a map of?” |
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| Tiger Festival | Feb 26 2010, 10:41 PM Post #13 |
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I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
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“Nebraska?” Luke asked, his voice filled with nothing but utter confusion. “What the hell is Nebraska?” Guy was inclined to agree with Luke. He’d never heard of “Nebraska” before, which told him that wherever they were, they weren’t in Kimlasca, Malkuth, or Daath territory. Unless, of course, some small little village had decided to set up camp somewhere and call itself “Nebraska” without somehow attracting the attention of the various governments -- but that was highly doubtful. Natalia knew every inch of Kimlasca back to front and Jade was just as meticulous about Malkuth, and it wasn’t as if Anise would let any bit of Daath escape from under her watch. There wasn’t even any “Nebraska” in what had formerly been the Qliphoth; if there had been, Guy was positive Tear would have told them about it. The fact was, he was at a complete loss as to what Nebraska was, and as if that wasn’t enough-- “What do you mean, ‘what’s it supposed to be a map of’?” Luke asked, his tone just as rude as it always was when he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Guy sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. Luke’s attitude wasn’t making things any easier. “That’s Auldrant. You know, the world?” “Luke,” Guy tried, shaking his head. He gave Sam and Dean a weary smile. “Sorry for his rudeness,” he said. “Sometimes Luke is just . . . Well, he’s just Luke.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Luke demanded, and when Guy didn’t answer, Luke scowled. “You’re getting to be as bad as Jade.” “Hey, I’m nowhere near that bad. If I was, I’d be baiting you to be even bitchier.” Guy turned to look at Luke, speaking directly to him now. “All I’m saying is, I don’t think these guys are lying, and they don’t seem like they’re insane or stupid.” “Then what other explanation is there?” Luke demanded. “Because as far as I know, there’s no “Nebraska” in Auldrant. At least, there isn’t one in Kimlasca, and I’m pretty sure there’s no town or city called “Nebraska” in Malkuth or Daath, either.” “No . . . there’s not.” Guy folded his arms and closed his eyes, thinking. “But . . .” “But?” Luke prompted. Guy opened his eyes, looking over at him. It was clear that at this point they’d both forgotten about Sam and Dean again, both too caught up in trying to figure out what was going on. “I know that they were studying the possibilities of inter-dimensional travel in Belkend. I’m not sure how far they got, but the theories were there. I even overheard some of the scientists talking about getting in contact with Sheridan to see if they could create an airship similar to the Albiore that was capable of--” “Wait a second,” Luke interrupted. “Inter-dimensional travel? Have you lost it?” “I never said I fully believed the theory -- I just said that they were researching it in Belkend and that there’s no place in Auldrant known as Nebraska.” Guy reached out and grabbed his map, rolling it up again. Luke looked over at Sam and Dean, his expression completely skeptical. “Are you guys serious?” he asked, and Guy rolled his eyes as he put the map away. “Because while I realize this isn’t Eldrant, I just don’t see how it could be some place we’ve never even heard of.” “But that’s just the thing, Luke,” Guy pointed out. “We’re somewhere we don’t recognize versus being somewhere completely different ten minutes ago.” “That doesn’t mean we’re in “Nebraska,” wherever that is. If it’s even a real place.” “It’s obviously a real place. We’re here, aren’t we?” “I guess.” Luke frowned, still looking dubious. If someone bothered to ask him, he’d say that he thought Sam and Dean didn’t really have a clue what they were talking about -- and would then wonder just how sheltered they were, because even he could recognize a map of Auldrant when he saw it, even before he left the manor. Sure, maybe he couldn’t have pointed out all of the cities (okay, there was really no “maybe” about it), but he would still be able to recognize his own world, and he wouldn’t be babbling on about some made-up place known as “Nebraska.” To be honest, Guy wasn’t so sure he wanted to believe this either, but what else was he supposed to believe? Besides, it wasn’t as if this was the first time they’d gone somewhere they didn’t know existed, really; they’d ended up in the Qliphoth when Akzeriuth collapsed, after all, and before that they’d really thought that it was only a fairy tale. True, Tear had been with them, and she’d known it existed, but the rest of them had no idea -- Luke especially. So although Guy was skeptical, he was more willing to hear Sam and Dean out, especially since he didn’t really recognize the place they were in and could say with one hundred percent certainty that it wasn’t Eldrant. “Okay,” Guy began, putting Luke’s skepticism to the side for a minute. He took a deep breath and then exhaled it, trying to get his thoughts in order. “To be perfectly honest, I have no idea of how we got here. As Luke smoothly put it--” Luke gave Guy a look that quite clearly said ‘screw you’ “--we don’t even know where “here” is. There’s no place called “Nebraska” . . . where we come from.” Luke muttered something beneath his breath, but Guy ignored him, instead offering what he hoped was an amiable smile toward Sam and Dean. “But you’ve probably gathered that. I think you asked what we remembered of what we were doing before, right? Well, that’s not really a problem, but if you don’t know where Auldrant is, something tells me you won’t--” “We were saving the world,” Luke interrupted, his tone blunt and unforgiving, and Guy closed his eyes. His head had already been aching due to what was apparently inter-dimensional travel (that was his best guess, anyway, and it sounded crazy even to him), but Luke was just making it worse. “You know, preventing it from ending, saving lives--” “Luke, you’re really not helping,” Guy cut him off, putting his fingers to his temples in an attempt to massage the headache away. “Could you just be quiet for a minute?” Luke huffed, crossing his arms and frowning in what was easily identifiable as a sulk, and looked away. Guy paused for a minute before shrugging. “It’s . . . as he says, though. We were saving the world -- our world. God, that sounds insane.” Guy chuckled, the sound not exactly delighted, and Luke raised an eyebrow. “Our lives have been insane for awhile.” “True, but even so.” |
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| Royal Crablettes | Feb 28 2010, 11:15 AM Post #14 |
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Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
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At Luke’s confused query regarding Nebraska, both Sam and Dean shot him incredulous looks, their eyebrows shooting up. “How the hell do you not know what Nebraska is?” Dean asked – or, at least, he started to, though Luke went on, rather crankily about something called ‘Auldrant.’ “I mean, I understand it’s one of the most boring places in existence, but—” The Winchesters listened to the exchange between Luke and Guy with a mixture of uncertainty and disbelief. Either this had to be some twisted joke, or these two had to be severely delusional – except… aside from their dress and their discussion of place names neither brother had ever heard of before (not even Sam, despite his almost encyclopedic knowledge of almost all things weird in their world), both young men seemed more or less sane. Maybe… but then they had to go and start talking about inter-dimensional travel, and at that point Dean stopped giving them the benefit of the doubt. He looked to Sam, mouthing, “What the hell are they on?” to which the latter shrugged, though Sam didn’t feel quite as certain of their insanity; after all, it wasn’t as though dimensional travel was a completely unheard of phenomenon, and moreover, if he and his brother had gone back and forth in time, who was to say that going back and forth between planes of existence wasn’t possible, as well? As for the idea of saving the world, well… even if it wasn’t their world, that wasn’t outside the realm of possibility, either. And even if Dean doubted the credulity of inter-dimensional travel and someone really not knowing where Nebraska was, he knew all too well about trying to save the world. Whether these two crazy musketeers had [i[really[/i] been saving ‘their’ world – Alderaan, was it? No, wait, that was Star Wars. Either way, though… “Yeah, just a little,” Dean agreed at Guy’s pronouncement that what he’d said sounded insane, though he couldn’t help but laugh just a little at the comment about how Guy and Luke’s lives had been insane for a while – oh, if only they knew… “Though… not all that much more insane than everything else we seem to encounter,” he added a bit more under his breath. Sam, meanwhile, continued to look thoughtful, struggling to put the pieces together in his head. “We’ve never heard of Auldrant before,” he said, at length, “or any of the other places you mentioned.” “But – as hard as you apparently find this to believe – Nebraska is a real place,” continued Dean, with less patience. “It’s part of the United States of America, and it’s located on a planet Earth.” “What were you saying about inter-dimensional travel, though?” Sam prompted. |
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| Tiger Festival | Feb 28 2010, 03:34 PM Post #15 |
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I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
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“None of what you just said makes sense,” Luke responded flatly to Dean’s explanation of Nebraska. “Because I haven’t heard of any of those other places, either. “America,” “Earth” . . .” Guy, on the other hand, ignored Luke and partially ignored Dean, instead focusing on who he felt was the most reasonable one -- Sam. “I just said that it’s a possibility,” he said. “Not a very logical one, admittedly, but with everything else that’s happened . . . It’s one we have to consider, considering that we know where we come from and we know that there isn’t a “Nebraska” in any one of the nations or world in general.” Guy shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “But to tell you the truth, I feel like hell, and I’m sure Luke feels the same--” “I feel like I’ve been run over by the Tartarus,” Luke interjected, closing his eyes and leaning his head back so that it was against the wall. “And then it decided to back up over me for good measure.” “The Tartarus is a landship,” Guy supplied, since he figured Sam and Dean wouldn’t understand the reference. “Owned by the military of the nation of Malkuth in our world. Or . . . it was, until we were forced to sacrifice it in one of our many attempts to save Auldrant.” “Even though the Albiore was way cooler, I still miss the Tartarus,” Luke said, sighing. “Sucks that it had to be destroyed like that. Necessary, but it still sucked.” “And the Albiore was an airship, owned by the city of Sheridan, that we were able to use for transportation around our world,” Guy explained. “Anyway, like I was saying, to explain anything would take forever and I don’t really feel like sitting on this floor anymore. Not to mention the fact that I have to get Luke somewhere where he can sleep.” “You don’t need to “get” me anywhere,” Luke grumbled, his eyes still closed despite his frown. “I’m eighteen.” “More like “eight,”” Guy shot back, and Luke opened one eye to scowl at Guy. Guy ignored the look. “So, do you know if there are any inns around here that we could make use of? Or even any suitable camping ground, really, though a bed would be nice.” “Ugh, I hate camping. Please let there be an actual bed somewhere,” Luke cut in, and Guy chuckled, though the laugh died short as he realized something. “. . . Luke, we may just have to camp, because I don’t believe we have any money.” “What? Yes we do. Both you and I carry our cut of the traveling funds on us at all times. We have to, considering the time that Anise spent all of our money without telling us.” Guy grimaced at the memory of Anise spending all of the group’s traveling funds and Luke opened both eyes and pushed himself off the wall. “No, we have gald, but somehow I don’t think that’s the currency of Nebraska.” “Screw Nebraska, money is money.” “Not if the place where you’re trying to purchase goods or a service doesn’t accept the currency you’re offering them.” Guy reached into his traveling pack and brought out his wallet, a nondescript cloth pouch with drawstrings tied into a knot. Untying the knot easily, Guy turned the pouch over and dumped a portion of golden gald coins onto the floor, looking back up to Sam and Dean. “This currency look familiar to either of you?” |
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| Royal Crablettes | Feb 28 2010, 05:42 PM Post #16 |
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Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
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Dean bent down to pick up one of the gald coins, standing up as he examined it curiously before handing it off to Sam. “Dude, no one uses freaking dubloons, anymore,” he muttered, passing it off to Sam, who he presumed had more knowledge of world currencies – seemed like a Sam thing to know, at any rate. Sam peered at it, turning it over and looking at the rim; he frowned. “Um… this isn’t a dubloon, Dean, and it’s definitely not anything I’ve ever seen before or even heard of, though I’m pretty sure it’s real gold. The writing on here’s… interesting – a couple letters look almost like musical notes, actually, but it’s definitely not any currency I’ve ever heard of,” he said, at last relinquishing the coin back to Guy. “If those are real gold, then you could definitely sell them to one of those gold exchange thingies for money, but practically no one’s going to accept those as legal cash,” Dean informed them. “And there aren’t any ‘inns’ around here, though there is a motel.” “I don’t actually know if there’s anywhere in town you could exchange those – especially not at this time of night, but we’ll take you to the motel,” Sam offered. |
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| Tiger Festival | Feb 28 2010, 08:34 PM Post #17 |
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I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
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Luke frowned at the word “dubloon,” and was about to say something in response, but in the end he just sighed, figuring that it wasn’t worth it. Practically nothing Dean said made sense to him, and so he figured he would just give up stating that fact. “Yeah, gald is gold,” Guy answered, and he might have smiled, except the fact remained that he and Luke were both flat broke. “Which means that finding someplace to sell it for would probably be a good idea.” “We’re going to sell our money for money?” Luke asked, and Guy sighed, about to point out that it wasn’t money where they currently were, when Luke spoke again. “Then what are we going to do when we get back?” “Kill some monsters, get some more money.” Guy shrugged. “Besides, have you forgotten your own background, Luke? You’re rich. And it’s not like I’m exactly broke, either. Well, in Auldrant, anyway.” Something flickered across Luke’s face that Guy almost thought looked like doubt before Luke shrugged and turned away again. “True, I guess.” Guy tucked the words away to remember to ask Luke about them later. After all, if Luke was getting any more doubts about his place at the manor, Guy was likely going to smack him -- and then, even if Luke was, Luke would always have a place in Grand Chokmah. It wasn’t like Guy really needed the huge Gardios manor all to himself, after all. But that wasn’t important, and so instead Guy turned to Sam, smiling a bit at the offer. “That’s very generous of you, and while I appreciate it, I’m afraid going to the motel would be rather pointless, given that we’re flat broke.” Guy gathered the coins and slipped them back into his wallet, putting it away before he stood and brushed himself off. “Given that, it looks like we’re camping.” “Seriously? Man, this sucks!” Luke groaned, but he took Guy’s hand when Guy offered it. “Guy, isn’t there anything else we can find?” “Don’t think so.” Guy steadied Luke as Luke wavered on his feet, and then -- finding that Luke wasn’t going to find standing on his own to be very easy -- slung Luke’s arm around his shoulders. “But don’t worry, it’ll be fine. I’ll even take first watch so you can sleep.” “You look like you’re about to fall asleep yourself,” Luke pointed out, and Guy turned his head, raising an eyebrow. “Hey, have I ever failed you before?” “No, but--” “Then no buts. So long as I’m on duty, nothing’s getting past.” Guy glanced back to Dean and Sam, offering a small smile. “Thanks for your help. Sorry we couldn’t answer more questions for you.” |
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| Royal Crablettes | Mar 6 2010, 05:35 PM Post #18 |
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Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
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Deliberately not looking at Dean (Sam knew this wasn’t going to go over well), the younger Winchester shook his head at Guy. “No, no – I meant, we could get you a room for the night, since you obviously can’t get one yourselves.” “Sam!” Dean scowled, clearly not pleased with this turn of events. It wasn’t that he begrudged the generosity – or, well, maybe it was that, when it came to these two potentially insane strangers about whom they still knew next to nothing. Maybe if they didn’t have to worry so much about celestial family feuds and the freaking Apocalypse, he might have been more amenable to dealing with this, but as it stood… while there was clearly something weird going on here, Dean wasn’t sure if it was the sort of Weird he really wanted to be getting into, right now. “What?” Only now did Sam actually look at Dean, lifting his eyebrows; it wasn’t a full-on puppy dog look, but it was one that clearly bespoke Sam’s desire for Dean to listen to him. “Dean, what else are we supposed to do and where else are they supposed to go? Besides,” he added, looking back meaningfully at Guy and Luke, “if you come with us, maybe we can figure out some more answers – like what’s going on with this house and how you two wound up here, anyway.” Dean sighed, well aware that Sam was right in the implication that this was part of their job in dealing with this case but not wanting to admit it – and anyway, even if Sam was right, that didn’t mean Dean had to like it. He looked Guy and Luke over one more time before shaking his head and shifting, propping his gun on his shoulder and nodding towards the door. “Fine,” he said at length. “You two had better come on before you pass out. I’m not carrying you.” |
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| Tiger Festival | Mar 6 2010, 06:52 PM Post #19 |
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I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
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Guy was about to open his mouth to point out that they wouldn’t be much help with figuring out what was going on in the house (since they didn’t have a single clue themselves), but Luke beat him to the punch when it came to saying anything. Luke may have been half-dead leaning on Guy to support his weight, but when it came to saying what he wanted, Luke never had a problem with that. Well . . . Maybe a slight problem after Akzeriuth when he suffered from severe self-worth doubt, but that didn’t mean that Luke’s original attitude didn’t come through sometimes, and now was one such time. “That definitely beats camping,” he said with a smile, tired though it was. “Right, Guy?” Guy glanced over and met Luke’s gaze -- his wide green eyes that practically begged Guy to agree -- and Guy sighed. He didn’t think it was the best idea, but Luke did have a point about one thing: it did beat camping. “Yeah,” Guy agreed. “It does. All right, we’ll take you up on your offer. Thank you.” “Yeah,” Luke said. “Thanks.” Truth be told, it still surprised Guy a little every time he heard Luke say that word, but at least by now the surprise didn’t show and he was able to guide Luke out after Sam and Dean. The rest of the house was about as decrepit as the room they were in, from what Guy could tell. There were spiderwebs everywhere, the railing was broken and falling apart, dust caked the surfaces and the interior lighting was horrible. It didn’t matter overmuch and Guy wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it -- he didn’t have the energy. And when he got outside, he saw that his energy was better saved for other things, anyway. “Hey, that’s yours?” Guy looked to Dean and Sam before his eyes moved back to the large black vehicle they were walking toward, a slow grin spreading over his face. It wasn’t overly large, but the paint job gleamed even under the moonlight and it struck an impressive figure against the surrounding land. “Wow, it’s incredible!” “It’s kinda small,” Luke noted, sounding thoroughly unimpressed. Guy rolled his eyes. “That’s because you’re comparing it to the Tartarus, which is a military landship, Luke. Compared to most of the other landcrafts that are constructed in Sheridan, this baby actually seems pretty spacious. Besides, look at her form! Most landships are far too bulky and put too much weight on one end or the other, which was actually a major design flaw of the Caliberum line--” “The what line?” “--due to the fact that it wasn’t able to distribute its weight evenly and thus wore out the engine. Not to mention the faulty breaks -- I don’t think they’d ever even heard of break pads with that model. I checked out the records while we were in Sheridan and they had to halt production just because of that!” Guy shook his head. “Highly doubt a beauty like this has any problems like that, though.” Guy looked over at Dean, still grinning broadly. “Does this fine lady have a name?” “Oh, for the love of . . .” Luke groaned, hanging his head. In his opinion, Guy’s fanaticism over any type of technology or vehicle veered way too close to embarrassing in normal situations. “Excuse him,” he told Sam and Dean, “he’s a freak when it comes to things like this. Emphasis on the freak.” “And excuse him,” Guy said, jerking his head at Luke, “because he just doesn’t have any appreciation for fine vehicles.” |
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| Royal Crablettes | Mar 6 2010, 07:45 PM Post #20 |
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Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
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Guy’s enthusiasm for Dean’s car certainly surprised both Winchesters – however, Dean’s surprise, at least, very quickly morphed into a grin, both pleased and proud. Hearing someone else fully appreciate his baby was more than welcome, and his respect for Guy, at least, quickly rose. The brothers moved to deposit their things in the trunk of the car, but all the while Dean continued to smile, thrilled at hearing Guy’s glowing praise. Sam, meanwhile, sighed heavily, his opinion fully in line with Luke’s. Ignoring his brother and Guy, Sam gave Luke a commiserating sort of look. “Oh, don’t worry,” he intoned. “Dean is exactly the same way, when it comes to fine cars…” … as was readily apparent. Patting the car fondly on the hood, Dean ignored the two sourpusses who just didn’t know what they were missing. “We call this baby The Impala,” he introduced, his attitude towards the car seeming at once a blend of paternal affection and almost romantic love – though, really, there was no way to describe it other than to call it what it was: the love of a man for his car. “And you’re damn straight she never has problems like that. I keep her ship-shape.” “I hate to interrupt you two, but can’t you have this conversation on the road or at the motel or something?” suggested Sam, attempting to head the geeking out off before it could really get started. Dean shot Sam a reproachful look before looking back to Guy. “Get in, and I’ll show you what she can do.” Sam considered pointing out how now was hardly the time to show off the Impala, but he knew it wouldn’t do any good; after all, Dean had the keys, not Sam. |
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| Tiger Festival | Mar 6 2010, 08:57 PM Post #21 |
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Guy followed Dean’s advice, helping Luke into the backseat first before climbing in himself. He had to appreciate the fine leather interior, as well as the bench seating, which was far more comfortable than the cramped seats of, say, the Albiore (though to be fair, the Albiore seats were only uncomfortable after sitting in them for hours at a time, as they’d had to do from time to time on particularly long trips). While Luke leaned his head against the window, Guy moved a bit closer to the middle, looking through the seats at the dials and knobs on the dash, and taking interest at how Guy changed gears after revving the loud engine. As far as Guy was concerned, every part of it was beautiful, and part of him was itching to take it apart and see just how it worked (though he wouldn’t dare; he recognized the look of love in Dean’s eyes for his car, and wouldn’t ever risk harming something so precious to another person -- not after the time he suggested taking apart the Albiore II’s engine and received Noelle’s wrath, at any rate). Guy made a mental note to do extensive research on this world’s vehicles later, when he had the chance. At any rate, Luke’s mood was on the complete opposite end of the spectrum from Guy’s. The loud engine just made his head hurt worse, and it didn’t give him any comfort being that it was different than the thrum of the Albiore and the roar of the Tartarus. Furthermore, the . . . noise that started blaring as soon as the engine started was annoying, and Luke scowled at it, asking, “What’s that? It sounds like someone’s . . . screeching.” He lifted his head up to peer at the radio, and Guy looked sidelong at him. “Sounds like music.” “Sounds like noise. Seriously, can you please turn it down?” “I swear, Luke, you can’t appreciate anything that’s good.” Guy shook his head, leaning back against the leather of the seat. “Just sit tight, okay? And be grateful that we’re even getting a ride and a place to stay in the first place.” Luke heaved an exaggerated sigh and slumped back against the window again, closing his eyes. Guy rolled his. It was fortunate that Luke was never going to actually marry Natalia, because if they did, being the King and Queen of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear would certainly take a backseat to being the King and Queen of Drama. |
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| Royal Crablettes | Mar 6 2010, 10:09 PM Post #22 |
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Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
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Sam laughed at Luke’s reaction to Dean’s choice in music, and he gave his brother a pointed look. “See? I’m not the only one who doesn’t like it.” Dean ignored Sam and rolled his eyes at Luke. “What did you say? You wanted it louder?” he called to the back-seat, reaching over and turning it up. The younger brother grimaced, but he knew better than to add to Luke’s protests; after all, the rule of the car was Driver picked the music, and Shot-gun (or any other passengers, for that matter) shut his cakehole. Luckily for Luke, however, the trip was not long – especially not with Dean’s tendency to speed – and soon they found themselves pulling into the motel parking lot. However, all did not seem to be well, for upon seeing the neon red letters spelling out ‘NO VACANCY’ Dean muttered a few choice profanities. “Of course they’d freaking run out of room in the span of three hours,” he grumbled, in between the cursing. Still, there was nothing for it, and he pulled into the parking spot in front of the room he and Sam had booked earlier (albeit under aliases, of course); as he turned the car off, he turned to Sam. “Take them inside – I’ll be right back.” Sam nodded and, when they were all out of the car, Sam led Guy and Luke to the door of the room, whereupon he unlocked it and held it open to let them in, while Dean went to go talk with the manager and hope that the ‘NO’ part of the sign was lit by mistake. The room itself was one of the less hideously decorated hotel rooms they’d come across, though that wasn’t to say that it was particularly nice, either. Instead, it was simply shabby with what was probably meant t be a autumnal theme, with semi-abstract leaves decorating the wallpaper and a mediocre watercolor still life of pumpkins on the wall. The clock was the worst part, having been wrought in the shape of a cornucopia with almost neon colored grapes and fire-engine red apples, among other things, spilling out. Sam usually did his best not to look at it. His and Dean’s duffels still rested on their beds, and the remnants of their take-out dinner remained on the table, but otherwise it was relatively neat. “Dean’s… seeing about getting you guys a room, but in the meantime, uh… I guess just make yourselves comfortable,” said Sam, as he locked the door and followed them in. |
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| Tiger Festival | Mar 7 2010, 01:09 AM Post #23 |
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I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
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Considering some of the inns that Auldrant had, the motel wasn’t too bad, by Guy and Luke’s estimations -- especially if they thought of the “inn” that was in Daath, where insects crawled across people as they slept and the only bedding they were given was a ratty blanket and a flat pillow on a hard dirt floor (Luke had, at one point, complained about how they couldn’t even splurge for floorboards and were still charging two hundred gald a night). Granted, there were inns in other places in Auldrant that were nicer than the one they were currently in, but a free room was a free room and even Luke wasn’t going to complain about that. “Mind if I take a shower?” Luke asked, when Sam told them to make themselves comfortable. At the go-ahead, Luke readjusted his travel bag and stumbled toward the bathroom, merely waving a dismissive hand at Guy when Guy called to him to make it quick. “Thanks again for all of this, by the way,” Guy told Sam when Luke had shut the door and turned on the tap. Guy settled himself down at the base of the wall near the table, leaning his head against it. It felt nice to be able to rest, really rest, though he knew the shower would feel even better. Ahh, hot water . . . there was nothing like it after a life-or-death experience. “You really didn’t have to. We’ll be sure to pay you back once we get our money changed out.” Because whether Sam said it was necessary or not, Guy planned to do it. He wasn’t one who ordinarily left his debts unpaid, and even in the case of his revenge, he felt like that score had been settled a little when he got his answers. Yeah, it wasn’t quite the throat-slitting he’d originally planned, but then again, he also hadn’t originally planned on becoming close to Luke. Circumstances changed, and Guy took them in stride. But this was one circumstances that wasn’t likely to change, and Guy was not the type of person to mooch. In any case, Luke took a quick shower for one of the first times in his life (even during the journey he tended to linger), and soon came out wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his damp hair . . . and his red swim trunks. Noticing Guy’s look, Luke dropped his travel bag on the floor, and then promptly collapsed beside it. “I don’t have the energy for real clothes right now,” he told Guy, as if that explained everything. Guy rolled his eyes and pulled a plain white shirt out of his bag, throwing it at Luke. “At least put a shirt on, towel boy,” he chastised. Then, with a quick look at Sam and Dean (presuming Dean was back by that time, of course) and a check to make sure it’d be okay that he made use of the shower as well, Guy took his turn with it, taking a minute or so longer than normal to relish the hot water soothing his aching muscles. The battle with Van hadn’t been easy, after all, and hot water did wonders to ease away tension and stress. But it wasn’t his shower, and so Guy only spent seven minutes tops in it, washing quickly before getting out. He knew how Luke felt when Luke said that he didn’t have the energy for real clothes, but he wasn’t going to go for his swimsuit, knowing that the situation really didn’t call for it. Instead, he grabbed the green top that ordinarily went with his blade tamer outfit, pulling it and the corresponding black pants on. He wasn’t going to bother with the jacket or any of the other accessories -- they weren’t really necessary, and Guy honestly couldn’t be bothered. When all was said and done, he was probably just going to fall asleep in those clothes, anyway. But at any rate, once he was done, he exited the bathroom with all of his gear to find that Luke was thankfully wearing the shirt (so he looked more presentable but still ridiculous, given that he was also still wearing the towel and the shirt, being Guy’s, was a bit big on him) and writing in his journal while sprawled on the floor. “I’m surprised you’re still conscious,” Guy noted, nudging Luke lightly with his foot. Luke sighed. “Figured Sam and Dean would want to talk once you got done washing up. Besides, I had to write in my journal.” “True.” Guy grinned. “I don’t even have to bribe you anymore.” Luke rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.” |
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| Royal Crablettes | Mar 8 2010, 10:08 PM Post #24 |
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Get your Ribbons Off of Him!
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At Guy’s thanks and offer of repayment, Sam shook his head, offering the blond a quick smile as he fished his laptop out of his satchel and brought it over to the small table, whereupon he set it carefully down while he cleared the rest of said table off. “Nah, it’s ok,” Sam replied, as he popped his computer open, turning it on and entering his password, intending to do what research he could on this ‘Auldrant’ and also on interdimensional travel. “Just pay us back by helping us figure out what was going on in that house and how you wound up there.” It was only a few minutes later, when Dean returned, looking disgruntled, to say the least, and shutting the door behind him with a little more force than was strictly necessary. “Did I ever say how much I hate smarmy bastards? Because I really hate smarmy bastards.” Sam looked up questioningly. “What happened?” “The smarmy bastard owner of this place was smarmy and annoying as hell, and there aren’t any open rooms left.” He looked to Guy. “Which means you two are gonna have to stay in here instead of getting your own rooms, like you were supposed to.” And with that, he pulled off his coat, tossing it on his bed before plopping down thereupon with a world-weary sort of sigh. Of course, it wasn’t long after that before Luke came out, and plopped down. Both Winchesters looked at him with some incredulity before deciding to just leave the matter to Guy – though each brother was somewhat amused by the situation. Dean didn’t stay sprawled long, meanwhile, before he joined Sam at the table, looking over his shoulder curiously at whatever research his younger brother was doing. “What, you believe they’re from some other dimension?” Dean asked softly but in a skeptical tone. “I don’t see what else is particularly plausible, at this point. Maybe we can talk to Bobby or Cas tomorrow, if we can’t figure out any other answers, but we might as well look into it.” Dean shook his head, muttering something to himself about a teleporting phone booth. When Guy emerged from the shower, Dean looked over at their two guests, again, and then at Sam. “Let’s just get this over with. You two wanna tell us whatever was going on in Alderaan – or wherever it was – before you wound up in that house?” |
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| Tiger Festival | Mar 8 2010, 10:30 PM Post #25 |
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I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but you don't realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
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To be honest, both Guy and Luke would have preferred if they had their own room. Well, Guy more than Luke, because while Luke would have cared more had he been in better shape, at the moment he was more just glad that he wasn’t outside and that he had somewhere to collapse. Neither of them minded sleeping on the floor, after all, especially since it was a relatively nice floor, unlike certain inns in certain religious capitals. But once Guy was out of the shower had taken a seat near Luke, crossing his legs Indian-style and propping his sword (in sheath, mind) up against his shoulder as he leaned back against the wall, Dean addressed them again and demanded to know about “Alderaan.” Luke and Guy exchanged glances before Luke sat up, closing his journal and furrowing his brow at Dean. “What’s “Alderaan”?” Luke looked over at Guy, his green eyes imploring. “What are we supposed to say here?” “I think he’s talking about Auldrant,” Guy told Luke, his lips quirking into a small smile of amusement as Luke’s expression became almost indignant. “Then why didn’t he just say so? Seriously, it’s not that hard of a name to get right.” Guy just chuckled, yet then sighed, looking back over to Sam and Dean. “Telling you what was going on in Auldrant would be . . . complicated. And it’s not exactly a story I, for one, feel like dishing out at the moment.” “Same,” Luke agreed. “For one thing, where the hell would we even begin? To explain what we were doing in Hod would require explaining about everything that came before it.” “And that’s about a full year’s worth of explanation -- literally. I mean, look at this.” Guy picked up Luke’s journal, ignoring Luke’s look of outright indignation as he did, and flipped through until he got to the place where Luke wrote about leaving the manor with Tear. Holding that page and the very last page between his fingers, Guy held the diary up, showing the thick stack of paper that he held in his hands. “All of that covers the span of what we went through, and Luke writes on both sides of the paper.” Luke reached out and took the journal back from Guy, closing it again, glaring at his best friend. “Thanks, glad to have it back.” Guy rolled his eyes. “Calm down, Luke. It’s not like I was going to let them read it. Seriously, who knows what things you write about Tear in there.” “What?! That’s--I don’t--!” Luke’s cheeks were almost as red as his hair now, and Guy grinned wickedly before he looked back at Sam and Dean, eyes calculating. “Besides,” he continued. “Say we did decided to tell you about the past year from hell. Who’s to say you’ll even believe us? I think you might, Sam, but Dean, you look like you’d rather just write us off as insane and kick us out. I don’t really feel like going through all that happened just to have you lock us up on insanity charges.” |
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I didn’t get a post written, either,. However, one good thing did result out of all this, and it was my dream, which was bizarre, stressful and epic all in one.
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