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Post by xthelonelypuppetx on Jul 11, 2011 21:55:37 GMT -4
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Maybe there's no reason to be really afraid of water. I need it to live, but the thought of having to live around something that nearly killed me... I can't even imagine just letting it touch my skin... Or even merely standing it...
Somehow, there had to be a way around it. She could find an excuse. Make herself pass out. Start crying. Make a scene. Run. There had to be a way out of being in these gardens. Anything would work, really... But there was something in her that kept telling her no. Not while Saxen's here. The tsundere trusted that he could help her through her fear. Only once before had she trusted a stranger so quickly... That stranger was Hero, the only one she'd ever kissed... and even then, it was several times in one sitting.
And here you are with another boy... I wonder what he'll think... Won't he just outright hate you?
No... That's not like Hero. I know he wouldn't hate me for hanging around Saxen. It's not like we're together or anything. We're friends.
I wonder how long THAT facade will last.
The garden came into view. Again, she saw those fountains. Painfully, Helena Mistuko winced, her lips slightly trembling. It was almost stupid, really. Here this seventeen-year-old girl was, pained at the sight of harmless water. More than anything, it was that horrifying memory associated with it. Perhaps the thought was that she didn't ever want to live it again.
[[This will be a continuation of Reminders, taking place nearly immediately after the last post of that thread.]]
What am I doing? I just met this girl. Why in Voqueg do I have my arm around a girl I only met. . . what, twenty minutes ago? He just couldn't make sense of it to himself. He knew the excuses he was giving himself. "I'm trying to help her," he kept repeating, but that wasn't the heart of it, was it? He could tell from the way he kept looking at her that that wasn't it. But there was still something familiar about her. . . something that touched a far-off memory, but he knew for sure that he had never met her.
He could hear words of wisdom from Darius echo through his head. "Don't second-guess yourself. Do what you know is good, and you can't do wrong. I believe in you, boy. Not just as a warrior, but as a person."
I needed that. . . he thought. He looked down at her and kept his mind clear. Something seemed wrong. A little different than fear, but he couldn't place it. Before he could ask, though, the garden came into view. He could feel her tense up, so he pulled her a little closer. "I told you, I'm here to keep you safe. There's nothing to fear." He let his mind wander out into the garden and see all the flowers for their beauty. Although, he was sad that he wouldn't really be able to appreciate it this time, but he knew that he had something much more valuable to appreciate.
Post by untitled01 on Jul 12, 2011 22:28:45 GMT -4
The small, brown, leather bag was now comfortably empty of all mails and packages, besides some munny and a thin first-aid kit. There's really nothing to describe much about him, he wore the same kind of apparel each day. A thin, short black sweater and a pair of maroon jeans, accompanied by the occasional jacket. The eyes belonging to the described were pale and a light mix of violet and lightblue. His hair shared the same general color, but in a darker tone. Unkept and uncombed, the only thing that stopped it from letting run too free was a pair of white, hectagonal pair of white ear phones that were connected by a single plastic cord that formed an odd "M" shape around the rim of his head. Another cord, though, red, and slightly longer and elastic, stretched around and eventually hung limp on his shoulder, connected to a 4 inch music player, who's screen looked close to dead. To the eyes of public, he looked like a regular teen who was taking a stroll. One true fact is that he is indeed, sharing of the appearance of a sophomore, but in reality, his age in years was 9, he suffered from a severe case of what seemed like Amnesia, and works for a delivery company, having finished his educational career in full by the time he was 6. His name? Hero.
As usual, the streets of Radiant Garden were alive and full of spring, though, the heat made it more summer than anything. Hero staggered a bit under the weight of the temperature, but recovered. It turned out that being severely underweight had it's consequences as well, for whatever sickness a regular person felt, Hero felt it twice as worse. However, his spirits were indeed high. He was done delivering for the day, and he was substantially worn out from having to walk in the sun's deafening rays. Seeing shade between two buildings, Hero walked down the steps in an apprent rush to get back to his temporary residence in this world when he tripped over his feet and fell down the stairs. Naturally, he would land on his feet, but blocking Hero's safe landing pad was an extremely fat biker, who was crossing through. Colliding, Hero met a whole new level of bouyancy and litteraly flew through the air, his shadow cast over the large space. With an uncomfortable splash, he landed in one of the fountains.
This caused a sudden panic. Flailing his arms heplessly as if he were a child, though failry, the effect did work well, he cried out,
"Somebody help-! Can't swim-! Unbearable pain-!"
Suddenly, he felt that the water was shallow. While in his panic, he fell out of the fountain. Splattering the brick pavement with dark stains of water, Hero's hair fell over his eyes and blinded vision. Feeling his way to a half-kneeling half-doubled over position and emptied his body of all liquids. Luckily, only a small portion of his legs and back were drenched, but his head took in most of the water. Feeling that somebody was watching him, Hero tucked a piece of hair behind his ear and revealed half of his vision, revealing a flash of blinding sunlight, but after adjusting, two figures. One, a dark garmented, petite young girl who Hero knew named Helena. The other, the blonde haired boy who was Saxen, though, he did not know him as of yet.
Hero froze.
(( I always have to enter a thread like this don't I.. ))
Post by xthelonelypuppetx on Jul 13, 2011 2:48:07 GMT -4
"H-Hero?"
Speak of the devil, and the devil will appear.
Already she was running for him. All she knew was that he was here, just within reach, and between them was a large fountain. Helena couldn't think of wasting time by going around it. She'd simply have to go through it. The idea was absolutely terrifying. The girl skidded to a stop in front of the expansive fountain. It felt like he was hundreds of miles away from where she was. For a moment, she considered just going around... No. This must have been the centerpiece because this fountain was absolutely huge. She swallowed hard and for a fleeting moment looked back at Saxen painfully. He must have been totally confused, but the sense of urgency was too painful to resist.
The girl took her first uneasy step into the pool. As she looked upward towards the sky, the droplets of water glinted blindingly white. Her other foot found its way into the pool. The water was not more than halfway up her calves, but she felt as if its gentle carress would trip her at any moment.
But she couldn't turn back now.
Helena burst forward as if she were running on hot coals. The spray of the water touched her bare skin, her hair.
Think of it as a quick shower, Helena... You can handle those, at least...
The thought calmed her slightly. She ran for the opposite side of the fountain, through the curtain of water which drenched her from top to bottom. That was the halfway point. The opposite side was reached quickly after this realization. Before she knew it, she was on dry land again, right next to Hero.
And that girl embraced him like she thought that he'd been gone forever.
"Y-You're here... I've come so far already, you wouldn't believe it..."
Can't. . . swim? There was nowhere to swim in the garden; what was this guy talking about? He started to walk over to the voice, but, before he could even take a step, he felt Helena take off toward the guy. It was obvious that she knew him, and, seemingly, fairly well, at that. He watched her run toward the fountain. It looked like she was gonna plow right through it, but, then, she stopped.
He started running toward her, afraid that she was going to have a panic attack or have trouble breathing again. His eyes were wide with fear and he was trying to gain speed as fast as he could. Before he quite made it, she started in. She took off running and, with his focus gone, he tripped into the fountain. He stood up and looked down at himself. Let's see. . . hair, soaked; cotton V-neck, soaked; cut-off jeans, soaked. . . not cool. . . All his stuff would take hours to dry. . . Oh well. Such is life.
He looked up from his own complaining to see something that made him smile. Helena had this guy in a killer hug. He walked the rest of the way over pretty slowly, his wet clothes clinging awkwardly to his body. He wished that he was with Alexandros so he could just evaporate the water off him, but that wasn't an option. He stepped out next to Helena and the mystery boy and, laughing, said, "I needed a shower today, anyway." He pause for a moment to shake the water out of his hair and try to wring some out of his clothes. "And now that we're all soaked, maybe an introduction is in order. I'm Saxen."
Hero was momentarily at loss for words when somebody came through the shower of water and embraced him. It happened so quickly, he couldn't even react. So frozen that in fact, he forgot to see who it was. Then, she spoke,
"Y-You're here... I've come so far already, you wouldn't believe it..."
Hero backed a few inches back so he could see her properly, and gave her a loving pat on the shoulder and said good-naturedly,
"Bet you have."
Another figure emerged. The boy from earlier, who's blonde hair was now considerable wetter, including his clothing, but they all were now, as he pointed out. Hero helped Helena up, brushed some dust off of his pants (that the water had failed to reach) and scratched his head sheepishly, saying in a similar tone,
"I'm.."
Again. Just like deja vu, the same feeling hit is consiousness everytime he shared his "name". The truth was, he didn't even remember his own name - one of the only things he did recall when he recovered from Amnesia was a single word, possibly a part of another word. No surname, no last name, no middle name, just Hero. IT gave him the eerie sensation that told him he was incomplete, but with Helena around, someone he felt closer to in a situation like this, his doubts were less risen.
"..Hero. And my, what a situation I've put us three in."
He gave a friendly chuckle, and set his headphones back into shape, along with his leather handbag, noe comfortable wrapped around his shoulder. Looking around, he said,
"Sorry about making a scene for the both of you," he said, scratching his head sheepishly, "Can I buy drinks to make up for it?"
(( go with the flowwwwwwwwwwww ))
Jul 15, 2011 2:07:35 GMT -4
Last Edit: Jul 30, 2011 12:21:43 GMT -4 by nomacaa
Post by xthelonelypuppetx on Jul 15, 2011 15:25:57 GMT -4
The gleeful smile on her face could not be repressed. She was just so stupidly happy that he was here, with her, in a moment of triumph... For a fleeting moment, Helena had conquered her greatest fear. They were up on their feet now, and the tsundere found her hand hovering near Hero's. What would it be like to take his hand...? Just to brush across it, for a fleeting moment...? Helena quickly shoved her hands in her pocket to supress the urge. Not while she had friendly company.
Again, the rust-colored eyes found Saxen. He was just as soaked as she was, but a sort of mocking warmth in spite of herself was radiating from her smile. She peered about. They were all watching.
"Well, I think we've made a scene... Let's walk away now and pretend nothing happened."
Her hand took Hero by the arm, and that feeling stirred again within her. To think that for a such a long time, she'd forgotten the way it felt... But that girl could hide her emotions well, at least to those who didn't know her well. Hero could probably see right through her facade.
Hero. Interesting name. He wouldn't want it, himself, but it was a name to take seriously. There was a lot to live up to in that name, and he wouldn't want that kind of pressure, though, it would likely come primarily from himself.
"Sorry about making a scene for the both of you. Can I buy drinks to make up for it?"
Saxen shook out his hair again and looked at Hero, offering a slight smile. "If you want to, go for it. I don't really see anything you have to make up for, though." He looked over at Helena and finally realized who she reminded him of. . . It probably would have been better if he hadn't. His mind immediately started running all over the place, and he couldn't keep a look of sadness from taking his features. He was distracted enough that the next thing he noticed was Helena taking Hero's arm.
Too much had happened recently. He had lost so much. What was wrong with him? He had killed and he had seen his friends killed, but he couldn't just let any of it go. He started walking out of the garden and toward his home. They'd be fine. He no longer had to be here.
Hero was in the middle of contemplating the healthy, broad-looking person who had befriended Helena before he abruptly took off. He rose very quickly and almost knocked her over.
The look in his eyes before he left.. he knew it too well. It was the kind of expression and emotion he shared when he was in.. wait what? He didn't remember where it was from. Well, he felt it in his nightmares - the breif and haunting visions of the past he no longer remembered, in some asyulm-like place.
Suddenly excusing himself, Hero scrambled after him.
"Mr. Saxen please wai- oof!"
Since he was extremely (otherwise known as un-healthily) light, it took him no time whatsoever to catch up with the sulking boy, but a standing out brick tripped him up, causing Hero to uncomfortably land on Saxen in a rather inappropriate stance.
"Oh, um, uh, err, hnng.."
His face grew slightly red as his trip drew a few disgusted glances. Shaking himself consious, Hero rose and offered Saxen a hand.
"P-p-please don't run off like that, Mr. Saxen. It would be a shame if Elly found a lovely old chap like you and just as quickly lost him.."
It reminded Hero of how little friends he had. More like acuqaintances or people he tried to be friendly with.
"I'm not reliable or strong at all Mr. Saxen. It's great somebody who gives off those kinds of vibes has taken notice of her in these large and lonely worlds, where people are left alone and hurt everyday."
He smiled, but it was a very sad, and bleak smile.
"By leaving and deciding your not needed.. it's insulting, Mr. Saxen.."
Aug 9, 2011 19:04:39 GMT -4
Last Edit: Aug 13, 2011 21:37:10 GMT -4 by nomacaa
Post by xthelonelypuppetx on Aug 13, 2011 21:01:03 GMT -4
"W-wait, where are you going--EEP!" Being knocked off balance by Hero, probably accidentally, Helena found herself waving her arms about awkwardly trying to get back on her feet. She caught herself, only to slip again and fell on her back, dizzied by the sudden and harsh fall. After collecting her senses, the young tsundere wobbled back up to her feet, unable to keep a steady stance. After falling down once or twice more, Helena finally managed to steady herself against a wall. Sore and rough around the edges, the girl stayed still against that brick wall, looking about in order to find where Hero was. While doing so, she fixed her hair and met the eyes of the on-lookers, all who were rather rude and condescending with their gazes. At last, she found Hero and Saxen...
The moment she did, she wished that she hadn't. Awkwardly, Helena blushed and averted her gaze to a sign nearby. She approached that instead of the duo directly, wondering exactly when Hero would realize that this was extremely weird for her. When she had approached the sign, she realized that there was no where else to go and turned to Saxen and Hero, wincing at first.
Thankfully, Hero had gotten up and had offered a hand to Saxen. Helena rushed over to Saxen's aid and took one of his hands without his permission. "Saxen, wait a second here. I don't even know if I'm ever gonna come back to this place. You were part of the reason why I got over my fear, if even just for a moment... I want to thank you properly. I mean, who helps out a cynic, a people-hater, like me, huh?" She smiled sadly and tried to look in those dark blue eyes again.
It was odd, how kind she was being to a total stranger.
[[we both tried to get to you in the cbox xD]]
Aug 13, 2011 21:01:03 GMT -4
Last Edit: Aug 13, 2011 22:55:05 GMT -4 by nomacaa
((Just as a quick thing, Saxen may be a soldier, but he's rather thin, actually.))
Saxen sighed as he walked. What am I doing? My world is gone and that's keeping me from being able to do anything. . . I've lost my purpose and I've lost everything that matters to me. . . and I can't even bring myself to leave it behind. . . He thought all of this as he walked, and would have continued his self-loathing had it not been for an untimely interruption. He heard Hero scrambling behind him and started to turn around, but Hero tripped and landed on him. Saxen fell back and hit his head on the street. It hurt and it stunned him. Then, he realized how he and Hero had landed. Saxen was just about to throw Hero off when he got off, himself, and went into a short speech.
"P-p-please don't run off like that, Mr. Saxen. It would be a shame if Elly found a lovely old chap like you and just as quickly lost him.."
What was he talking about? What did he think. . . ?
"I'm not reliable or strong at all Mr. Saxen. It's great somebody who gives off those kinds of vibes has taken notice of her in these large and lonely worlds, where people are left alone and hurt everyday."
Now he REALLY wanted to know what Hero was thinking! In all reality, Saxen hadn't really expected to see Helena again aside from that day, anyway. As far as he was concerned, it didn't really matter. He was just about to get up when Helena came over and grabbed his hand. She, too, had a lot to say, apparently.
"Saxen, wait a second here. I don't even know if I'm ever gonna come back to this place. You were part of the reason why I got over my fear, if even just for a moment... I want to thank you properly. I mean, who helps out a cynic, a people-hater, like me, huh?"
He just stared up at her, his mouth hanging slightly open. That's what she thought, huh? She thought that poorly of herself? He stood up and looked down at her. He couldn't separate the two of them, anymore. Every time he looked at Helena, he thought of Agalia. . . Why?!? he asked himself. He thought for a moment. Part of him wanted to stay, but the rest of him wanted to go out and break some stuff. His face showed a small amount of pain, and his voice took a hint of darkness to it. "I'm leaving, and that's that." He started off again, not looking back.
Post by untitled01 on Aug 22, 2011 14:38:56 GMT -4
(( I'm so sorry you guys. ))
Hero scratched the back of his, a perplexed expression etched across his rather blank face. What caused this sudden turned Saxen so cold? The confused blue-haired child had no evidence that either he or Helena did anything detrimental - or rather, too detrimental to the blond, broad male who had just turned his back on them, though, it was hard to suppress the fact that he had might have simply panicked a few moments earlier.
He considered both going after him again or simply leaving him be. Leaving him be would be the easiest choice of both, but Hero couldn't possibly do such a thing after hearing and seeing pain.
Post by xthelonelypuppetx on Aug 22, 2011 18:48:54 GMT -4
"Saxen... please. Don't leave..."
She hadn't let go of his hand yet. As he walked, Helena attempted to pull back, impeding his progress somewhat. As she wasn't exactly strong, it didn't hold him back by much, but the tsundere was determined to make him stay no matter what he was upset about. Her expression showed either determination or simply stubornness as the girl pulled back on his hand with all of her might. Helena wasn't about to let him go... She wanted to do something for him, somehow, let him know that she appreciated his help...
"Dammit, you're a hero in my book! Stay here for a minute... Allow me to thank you..."
No one's ever done something like you did for me, Saxen. Please... understand that.
Regardless of whether he had kept on walking or not, Helena dropped down on her knees and pleaded, "Please. Let me make it up to you..." It was the only way she knew how to go about making him stay. If he left now, the tsundere wasn't really sure what she was going to do. She hadn't anticipated his departure and was simply rolling with the punches now.
He looked back and realized that she still had a hold of his hand and had been trying to pull him back. He immediately stopped walking and stared at her. Am I really that important? Do I matter that much? She kept pulling on his hand with a look of stubbornness on her face. She wasn't going to give up. Suddenly, he remembered when he had tried to tell Gale that he was leaving. It had felt about like this.
"Dammit, you're a hero in my book! Stay here for a minute... Allow me to thank you..."
A hero? What have I ever done that was worth being called a hero? As far as he was concerned, he had never really done anything that great, and everything he had done was gone with his world. It made him feel like he had wasted his entire life. Nothing he had done had lasted and the Guardians didn't really have him doing anything.
Then, she did something he would never have expected: she got down on her knees and begged him to let her "make it up to him." What had he really done that had constituted this intense pleading for his company? He just didn't get it.
He sighed and got down on his knees, looking her in the eyes and placing his hands on her shoulders. In all honesty, it was hard for him to do. He wanted to look away so badly, but he didn't. He decided that he didn't matter. Both of them wanted him to stay, so what he wanted was of little to no consequence. He forced a smile and stood up, pulling her up with him by the shoulders. "I'll stay, alright?"
