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Post by Felix on Sept 25, 2011 18:32:59 GMT -5
Tick... tock... tick... tock. The sound of a clock echoed in the freelancer's head as he sat atop a clock tower, his legs dangling off the side. His head was leaned back against the wall of it, his eyes looking out the sun ahead but with a blank stare that was very unlike him. In his right hand was a tasty treat, some sea salt ice cream that was steadily melting away. He had taken a few bites hoping it would cheer him up, ice cream typically being the best thing right after Hazelnut Coffee but to no avail. Now it just dripped from the tip, staining the cement below and occasionally hitting the random passerbys head. A sigh escaped his lips as he ran his free hand through his hair, a frown curved against his lips.
“I just... can't believe this,” he said to himself as he looked back to the sun once more. It was setting over the horizon, a beautiful sight to behold that stained the sky a bright orange. The clouds were drifting by, all a myriad of shapes that on any other day he'd enjoy trying to figure out what they looked like. Yet today was different, today was conceivably the worst day of this man's life. His chest throbbed with pain and his stomach turned as the news he had received today kept repeating itself in his mind.
“Why... why her of all people?” he asked himself as he continued staring on without purpose. His entire body felt cold, all life seemingly sucked out of it. He never acted this way, in fact he always despised people that were as melancholic as he was and yet here he was with a case of depression. He had always thought that those “emo kids” as he often referred them to just needed to go get some Prozac and suck it up. Perhaps that was true, perhaps a lot of them did over-exaggerate their problems but surely some of them hadn't and now the red-head sitting atop the clock tower could certainly empathize with them. The time seemed to pass incredibly slow, almost as if it had stopped completely and he felt so incredibly powerless. He couldn't do anything to change what was going on, he was no doctor he was only a freelancer and while his array of skills was wide, medicine certainly wasn't a part of them. He could never fix the problem that had befallen the person so precious to him, the person that had meant such a great deal to him and more. All he could do was sit by and watch painfully, no amount of effort able to change the hand fate had dealt.
“What did she do to deserve such a thing?” he asked to no one in particular. He was trying to cope with the reality of the situation but as could easily be seen in his eyes his current method wasn't helping much. No, the pain was far too great and he began to blame himself, he began to think it was his fault for what was happening. He had always lived his life care-free, doing as he pleased and not thinking of the consequences. He had done quite a few things he wasn't particularly proud of but he always figured that if karma was going to bite back, it'd be his ass and not someone elses'. But karma was a cruel mistress or a “bi%ch” as others would so eloquently put it and this crimson haired man certainly knew that now. Life was amazing up until this very point, everything he had done, he had done with no regrets but now sorrow was all his heart was filled with.
“This self-loathing thing is pretty new to me,” he attempted to joke, a smirk curving against his lips before he slammed his head back against the wall once more. Another heavy sigh escaped his lips as he looked up higher in the clouds above.
“This your way of getting back at me? Taking it out on others I care about?” the freelancer asked to the sky, or perhaps to whatever non-existent God he thought existed right now. The ice cream continued to drip as he looked to the clock above him and asked one final question.
“Why did it have to be you... mom?”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2011 22:38:44 GMT -5
After her confrontation with Master Xehanort and Night at the island, Selena had made her way to this town but she had not caught sight of either Night or the dark master of the keyblade. Ignoring the incredulous stares from the citizens of this world, the winged keybearer wandered around the town with the slight stagger caused by her injured shins. A large part of her heart wished she still had her cloak (Which Selena would never admit that it was a source of security.) to cover her wings, to hide them from the worlds, but her mind knew that it was much too late now. Strangers and the 'few' acquaintances the dark keybearer had met, have already seen them and that can't be undone.
Used to working alone, the prospect of partnering up with a fellow apprentice was almost foreign to her. Yes, there were the few incidents that forced her to temporarily team up with other warriors such as the battle with Stroud and the other Horsemen and the Keyblade Graveyard with the Heartless, but they had always ended with a bad note in some way or the other. Terra would most likely never forgive her for knocking out Riku at the graveyard and Stroud's final words felt more like a warning for something to come. The chance of something bad happening during Night's and her temporary alliance during their apprenticeship was reasonably high in Selena's own opinion.
Selena shrugged out of her own thoughts and wandered to an ice cream vendor near the Central Station who recommended the 'sea-salt ice cream'. After the dark angel paid for her own ice cream, she took a small bite out of t.he light blue ice on a stick and was almost overwhelmed by how salty yet sweet it was. ....A bit like eating tears...but almost sweeter...[/i] mused the winged woman as she walked to the Central Station and glanced up at the clock tower, just in time for a drop of the same ice cream to hit her face from above, "Ack?!
Completely startled, Selena quickly took a step back and wiped her face with her free hand to rid herself of the liquid sea salt. She frowned and glanced up at the clocktower once again. I may have the element of surprise here mused the dark angel as she spread her wings out to their full span and flew to the top in the back of the clocktower. The winged woman gently landed onto the tower and with the other hand still holding onto her own dripping ice cream, Selena summoned her keyblade into her free hand.
The lonely slowly walked to the left side of the tower, but stopped short close to the edge that separated herself and the culprit as she overheard his last sentence. Hn...This kid's just missing his mother...mused Selena as she unsummoned her keyblade but her mind's voice showed cold indifference. It wasn't her place to comfort the boy and even if it was, she didn't know how. Her own mother was dead and from the tone of the kid's voice, the fate that had befallen her mother must have happened to his own in one way or another.
The dark angel leaned against the wall of the left side of the tower then glanced in the direction of the voice before shaking her head with a frown etched on her face. Selena knew she had walked in on a private moment and she intended to give the kid his moment. Remembering her own dripping ice cream, the lonely angel began to finish her own sea-salt ice cream on the tower and decided that after it was done, she would leave the tower.
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Post by Felix on Oct 1, 2011 0:39:56 GMT -5
A heavy sigh escaped the freelancer's lips as he reminisced, taking a small amount of solace in the more pleasant of memories he had. Most of them were when he was a little tyke, puberty still a long ways away and money was the least of his concerns. No, the only thing he really cared about back in those days was his mother's love. He would always make crude drawings or some other shoddy work of art to give to his mother when he was going to school. Despite the terrible quality of these items, his mother always smiled brightly and gave him a warm hug. It was an embrace unlike any other, one that made him feel both happy and secure, as if nothing could harm him nor bring him down. That feeling was something he hadn't felt in quite some time, a thought that only further depressed him.
"I really should give her more attention," he said to himself although the recent addition to the clock tower would probably be able to hear his words as well. He tapped his head against the brick wall behind him lightly, his eyes shut closed as he repeated it a few times still blaming himself for this mess. It wasn't only his rather questionable acts but his complete lack of concern for his mother's well-being that tore him up inside. While he had always sent some money back home here and there, home visits were few and far between. The freelancer knew his dad, while good-natured, was rather thick and probably wasn't the best set of hands one could leave someone in the care of. His father wasn't particularly knowledgeable in illnesses and his mother had always been one to easily get sick. Thus the question he kept asking himself was why he had been so stupid as to not check up on her regularly?
"If I had just visited more often maybe I could have caught that disease in it's early stages. I could have sent her to the best doctors this universe has to offer and would have paid any expense to give her the best of treatment but now... now it's too late. All that can be done now is prolong her life... there's no fu*3ing cure to cancer," he spieled now revealing more about what troubled him to his unknown guest. He balled his right hand into a fist as he slammed it against the wall behind him in frustration. It was so utterly frustrating to be in this situation and be simply... powerless. He had spent countless hours honing his skills, days upon days training his body, and weeks upon weeks developing his manipulators. He fought a variety of opponents, experiencing so many different fighting styles and always putting his body to the limit in his endless pursuit to further increase his strength and yet... it was all useless.
It didn't matter how hard he could punch... he sure as hell couldn't punch cancer. He couldn't kick it, he couldn't elbow it, he couldn't knee it, he couldn't choke it, and he couldn't do anything to help his mother. Her fate was decided now and baring a miracle, nothing would be able to stop her inevitable and soon to come death. Forever her warm embrace would be gone and while he knew that she would have died at some point like any human he... didn't think it'd be so soon. He was only nineteen years old, nineteen short years was all he had lived for and only so many of those years had been spent with his mother. There was still so much he didn't know about her, there was still so much she had to teach him, and there was so much he would never have the time to say. Forever that comforting feeling she gave him would be gone, and she would eventually just become food for maggots... or would she be ashes? He shook his head as soon as the thought came in his head, not wanting to even imagine how they'd deal with her corpse when the time came. He didn't want to think about anything right now, he just wanted to forget everything and just start over.
"Maybe I could do right this time with a do over...," he said to himself before scoffing at his own statement, "yeah and maybe I could keep a relationship that lasted longer than two weeks," he joked as he took a deep breath before standing up. His self-loathing was going to have to be put on hold for a minute, the freelancer having allowed his ice cream to melt completely during his little routine. No, he'd have to get a new one to slowly melt and drip on people's heads down below and as he turned past the left corner of the clock tower, he finally became aware of his unknown guest. His eyes scanned her features rather quickly, noticing that it was the keybearer he had met during the battle with Stroud and mentally facepalming.
Really... is this God's attempt at giving me someone to empathize with and perhaps comfort me or is he just screwing with me? the freelancer thought as he cleared his throat and began speaking.
"Hey there..." he spoke softly his eyes glancing over to the ice cream in her hand. Much like his own it had begun to drip lightly, the setting sun's last rays seeming to have a burning hatred for any frozen delicacies. While he normally would shout at someone who eavesdropped on him (especially in this case more than any other), he couldn't work up the nerve to explain why one shouldn't do such a thing. Instead his eyes gazed aloofly, lifeless even, as he sat down and leaned back only a few feet away from her.
"Sorry to disturb you with my little tangent there... didn't know you were around and once it began I couldn't really stop," he explained as he flicked the Popsicle stick in his hand away and conveniently enough into a trash bin by sheer luck. He sighed lightly as his hands gripped the back end of the ledge he sat on, leaning back slightly as he looked at the sky. As it was, the sun was beginning to drop further and further down and a few stars were beginning to show themselves. It was a beautiful sight and while he would normally marvel at being able to witness such a thing, all he could think of and hope for was... luck... he really needed a shooting star to wish on right now.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2011 15:15:46 GMT -5
As 'Artemis' slowly finished her ice cream, she listened to the boy's musings and found that her previous assumption had been wrong. So it was sickness. It's probably still a long way from 'death' but pretty close. mused the dark angel as she tasted the salty-sweetness of the ice cream she was holding. The winged warrior knew that she couldn't possibly understand what the boy was talking was going through. Selena knew herself from first hand that the fates were cruel when it came to handling death.
The winged woman raised a brow at the quip about 'holding a relationship for more than two weeks' and wondered if he was known for it or just was exaggerating. Selena failed to notice the footsteps of the boy coming closer until he was staring at her and then realized that the 'boy' she had been eavesdropping on was the red-head from the battle with Stroud with a noteworthy feature of his 'annoyance' with keybearers. The dark angel mentally face palmed and noted that this was probably the most awkward situation she had ever run into, if any.
Tensing up, 'Artemis' expected him to yell at her for eavesdropping on him but he didn't much to her surprise. Her cold eyes studied his features and body language for a clue, any reason as to why the freelancer wasn't yelling at her at this moment. The aloof expression in his eyes seemed to have held the answer and the dark angel frowned for a brief moment. Even though the winged woman had met him only one before, she sensed that something was off about the freelancer.
"You shouldn't be. I'm the one who eavesdropped on you...I'm sorry." answered 'Artemis' solemnly, turning around to leave with the ice cream stick strangely labeled 'Winner' in her hand. Straining her neck a bit to look over her shoulder, the dark angel worriedly glanced at him in case the red-head somehow managed to fall off the edge and briefly wondered if she should stay for a few minutes more before going to search for Night.
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Post by Felix on Oct 3, 2011 22:33:47 GMT -5
As the freelancer sat down and his eyes stared out to the buildings ahead of him, he began to ponder the irony of this situation. Here he was incredibly depressed, probably looking as if he was about to jump off the clock tower and the best fate could come up with was a keybearer to console him. Yes, a keybearer, an existence he despised probably more than anything else. Every keybearer he had met up to this point had the same attitude, self-righteous and always attempting to force their beliefs down people's throats. They were given a power unlike any other at a young age, a power they never had to work to develop or strengthen. No, it was all the power of the "heart" and so long as they believed in the power of "friendship" and "love" and all that other sappy stuff, they had seemingly endless strength.
While humans like me have to bust their ass day in and day out probably still never achieve the same strength,[/color] he thought to himself as he clenched his right fist for but a moment. Yet that wasn't the only reason he despised them, he also couldn't stand their complete lack of tact. They always believed that what they did was right and that anyone that got in their way was an evil that had to be destroyed. It was something he couldn't stomach and it was all just another load of bull that the keybearers spouted. They always shouted that their way was the "right" way and that there was a definite divide between good and evil but they couldn't be anymore ignorant. Everything was shades of gray really, it was all relative to the situation at hand. If a man were to kill an innocent child to save thousands would he be evil? On the other side of the coin if said man let thousands die to save his own child could one call that man good?
Sure they never put that into consideration though,[/color] he thought to himself but as he turned to see the winged woman now looking over her shoulder at him he felt that she was... different. Not only was the aura around her different, but her demeanor seemed completely unlike the average keybearer. She didn't attempt to be his "friend" or anything naive like that, she was merely giving him his space. She also apologized for her unintended eavesdropping, something that made the freelancer think a bit higher of her for. Indeed, he never thought keybearers to be the type to admit to their own mistakes but once again this woman betrayed his expectations. A sad smile curved against his lips as he looked back down for a moment, cupping his hands on his lap as he took a deep breath.
"It's fine don't worry about it," he started looking back to her before gesturing for her to take a seat before turning his head forward to stare aimlessly again, "You know all my life I've lived the way I've wanted to with no regrets. I never had any regrets about the things I had done, however questionable they might be to others. I always believed that so long as I enjoyed what I did and it kept my family out of it that nothing would happen to them. And yet here I am just a year later since I started this freelancer gig and my mother has bloody cancer... one hell of a cruel world we live in. I only did what was necessary to survive and keep my family well-fed and comfortable and yet..." he trailed off looking to the sky and sighing heavily. He scratched the back of his head as he grinned sheepishly, a bit embarrassed at himself.
"Ah sorry about that, I really got to learn how to stop venting all my frustrations onto people just passing by," the freelancer apologized, laughing a tad nervously before staring into space again not even aware if the keybearer had remained. Indeed, for all the freelancer knew he was talking to himself.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2011 2:58:39 GMT -5
Irritated that her own wings were blocking her view, 'Artemis' shifted her position so that she was facing his direction instead of straining her neck trying to look over her shoulder. Note to self, find a technique that can compensate the lack of ability of looking one's own shoulder... thought the dark angel as she carefully studied him. The freelancer didn't appear to be the suicidal type, but from his body language and the expression she saw in his eyes moments before, the winged woman didn't wish to be right. She was torn between searching for Night so they could wait for Master Xehanort's return or keep watch on the red-head.
The memory of his attitude from the battle with Stroud told her that the dark angel to leave briefly entered her mind and warned her to 'watch out'. At the battlefield, he had seemed to despise anyone who wielded a keyblade and that wasn't something she could take lightly. The only contradiction she found in that memory was that he had been, to put into better terms, 'reluctantly willing' to work together with the keybearers, Terra and herself, that were on the same side of the battlefield and that didn't even stop him from spouting the demeaning comments. Not all keybearers were naive enough to believe that friendship would save them in their darkest hour of need and not all of them are ‘idiots’.
For the first time in a long while, Selena was caught off guard by the free-lancer's brief gesture to take a seat. Indecisive, she frowned at his possible 'change of heart' but walked toward the spot despite her better judgment. The dark angel didn't sit down, but rather stood on the edge and while he talked, folded her arms across her chest with the ice-cream stick still in her hand when she glanced down at him with her eyes of ice. 'Artemis' had not been looking for a personal story, much less the red-head's. However the winged woman would be lying if someone asked her if the dark angel didn't care for his story at all and she answered 'yes'; especially now that she knew that he just needed someone to listen.
The dark angel resisted the urge to chuckle as the freelancer broke off his own tangent and apologized for rambling. She glanced down at him and stared for a brief moment before lightly tapped his head with the ice-cream stick. "You should also learn not to let your ice cream drip on those who are under the tower. One of them may have the power wield a keyblade or be a Heartless for all we know." answered 'Artemis', tone neutral but serious. The winged woman was definitely not going to let him off the hook for letting his ice cream drip on her while she was below the tower .
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Post by Felix on Oct 4, 2011 12:05:47 GMT -5
It was odd, as the freelancer gave the short version of his life story to the woman nearby; it felt as if a weight on his chest was being slowly lifted. While he always proclaimed his profession quite loud and proud, he hardly gave his reasons for it, hell this was probably the first time he had done so. Indeed, while the freelancer always came off as a very social guy and easy to talk to that really wasn’t the entire truth. He enjoyed talking to people certainly, and the idea of “companionship” aside from from family was a nice thought, but it didn’t really work for him. Perhaps it was the job that did it too him, having been betrayed by plenty of clients and having been tricked a few times as well, but letting people get close to him was extremely difficult. He was always so guarded, never allowing people to see the real him or learn more about him and his past. He never told anybody about his family and that went double for allowing anybody to see them. It was too risky, his life as a freelancer didn’t allow him the freedom of holding down serious relationships or having long-time companions. At any moment, depending on whom he pissed off with the jobs he took, his friends and family could be held accountable for his actions. If any of his family were hurt because of what he did to bring home the bacon, he wasn’t sure how he’d live with himself. The thought alone made him feel incredibly lonely and while he would normally be able to shrug it off, today wasn’t one of those days. No, the tragedy that had struck his mother was too much for him to bear and if his father were soon to follow… he would be truly alone. Being an only child really sucks,[/color] he would think after apologizing for his ranting with another thought occurring upon doing so… why was he bearing his heart out like this to some random stranger? Well she wasn’t entirely random he supposed, they had fought together when Stroud had decided to go all crazy and try to blow up the universe or whatever but still. They had only met that one time by chance and their meeting had been everything but pleasant. Indeed, that girl had actually heard the insults that he made toward keybearers on that day, making the assumption that all keybearers were naïve buffoons who believed their CBS bull about “friendship” and “Light” would always make them persevere in the face of adversity. Indeed, that first impression probably hadn’t been the best and already he could see that his generalization was off the mark at least in regards to this girl. Yeah she was a lot different, and certainly a million times more intelligent than any other keybearer he had met up to that point. And then said keybearer spoke, tapping his head lightly with the Popsicle stick in her hand before she proceeded to speak as the freelancer glanced toward her. ”You should also learn not to let your ice cream drip on those who are under the tower. One of them may have the power to wield a keyblade or be a Heartless for all we know,” she replied to his apology, her tone while not hostile certainly did show she hadn’t forgiven him for his earlier accident. He blinked twice in confusion before he realized that it probably had been when he had let his ice cream stick out and melt away, the thought of ice cream falling on her head making him chuckle lightly. Indeed, he chuckled heartily and honestly, the mask he normally wore discarded at the moment since he couldn’t even bother to put it on. Furthermore, he had no idea why, but he felt like it was okay to drop his guard around this girl. She didn’t seem like she wanted to pry into his past anyway so why not? ”Heh I suppose you’re right and I assume that you were one of the victims of my now melted ice cream huh?” he asked already knowing the answer as he looked back to her with a genuine smile, forgetting his troubles for that brief moment, ”I don’t suppose there’s any way I can make it up to you is there? I pretty much made you my therapist for a minute there so I got to make it up to you somehow. Not only that, but I dripped ice cream on the head of a pristine beauty such as yourself and surely that is a transgression not easily overlooked,” he added, his tone a tad warmer and playful than it was a second ago. He wasn’t sure how she’d react, she’d probably find him rather strange for his mood seeming to change so rapidly but for whatever reason it seemed she had said just the right thing to cheer him up even if it happened to be only temporary. Indeed, she didn’t attempt to sympathize with him, nor did she try to say everything would be alright like others probably would to comfort him. No, she effortlessly changed the subject instead and added a quip in there to get a real laugh out of him. Whether it was intentional or not, she was helping him get the troubling predicament out of his mind and it was something he greatly appreciated. Jeez what am I thinking… I hardly even know this girl and yet I’m letting her see the real me. I think I hit my head one too many times on the back of the tower there,[/color] he thought briefly before pressing his palm to his face mentally, Although I got to admit… it’s nice not having to pretend for once,[/color]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2011 2:19:06 GMT -5
Given her own armored personality, Selena was more silent and possibly observant than given credit for so she was able to acknowledge that whatever was 'typical' for normal keybearers such as ramble on the subject of friendship and light was something that the freelancer did not want to hear. The battle styles, the quips, and memories of the people she had fought with during the battle with Stroud had given her more knowledge about them, and in turn, tucked that information inside a small corner of her head. The dark angel had believed that she would need it later but she didn't expect it this soon. However past comrade or not, Selena would never let her guard down in a casual situation.
During Felix's mental musing, 'Artemis' decided to take a glance down at the ground and immediately regretted it as a spell of dizziness combined with the delayed fatigue from her previous consecutive battles hit her. Apparently, the clock tower's staggering height affects even those with the ability to fly. "Sit down, Sel, sit down..." mutters Selena inaudibly as she quickly sits down and closed her eyes, The ten minutes of sleep and the potion was apparently not enough...Before I search for the boy, I need to seriously take a nap...[/i]
Reopening her eyes for a brief moment, the dark angel only glances at the red-headed freelancer and numbly nods to answer his assumption about whether his ice cream had indeed drip on her when she was below the tower. At the sudden change in his tone, the dark angel could only raise a brow but she didn't believe that she had done anything that could have set an upward spiral to his mood. 'Artemis' hadn't even notice that to subtly change the subject had been the 'right thing' to do. She wasn't the sympathizing type of person. The dark angel knew it was better to be realistic than to say that 'everything will be okay' when it obviously wouldn't be, though she won't say it aloud.
"Hn...I doubt that's there nothing you can do to make up for dripping your ice cream on me." answers Selena, tone neutral, and she leans back slightly. For some reason, the winged woman felt safer on the tower than any other landmark she had been previously and she knew that she was close to passing out. She had already forgotten that she still had the popsicle stick in her hand.
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Post by Felix on Oct 13, 2011 11:03:34 GMT -5
Why was he talking to this girl? It was a question on the freelancer’s mind that kept ringing as he began to speak with his heart. Sure she was different than your average keybearer but the fact remained she was still a keybearer right? She had been given everything, or at least that’s what the freelancer thought of keybearers anyway. They never had to work hard, they never had to deal with limitations imposed upon them from birth, and they never thought about what their actions might cause to happen. Those keybearers gave false hope to all those they met, making them believe that heroes existed and would be there to protect them from evil. Yet the cruel reality was that the worlds they visited were often only a stop on their “epic journeys to save the universe”. They would soon leave after destroying some Heartless, giving the people of a world a false sense of security. The people would come to rely on that protection instead of working out their problems for themselves. Then the moment the keybearer left, the Heartless would show up again and go on to steal more hearts and probably never see a trace of the keybearer that visited again. And then people die anyway… instead of teaching them how to fight all they do is just give their stupid speeches about friendship, he thought briefly as he finally noticed that the keybearer had sat next to him. He began to examine her features, his eyes showing a bit of concern as he assumed that she was rather tired due to her body language. Indeed, she looked rather exhausted and being sleepy on a clock tower didn’t seem very safe, even for someone with wings. Why am I so concerned though? I don’t even know this girl’s name, he thought as he mentally palmed his face. He had no reason to be so worried about this girl and yet his heart seemed to believe otherwise. Maybe it was the devastating tragedy that had befallen the freelancer, perhaps it was the bonks to the head on the tower, or maybe the few bites of ice cream he had taken were laced with something but whatever it was, something was making him concerned. He was about to ask if she was alright but before he could do so she cut him off with another remark, one that made him smirk lightly. ”Hn… I doubt that there’s nothing you can do to make up for dripping your ice cream on me,” she spoke, her tone neutral but sounding a tad tired, at least the freelancer thought as much. He let out a small “hmph” at her words, leaning back further into the wall to get comfortable as his thoughts were once again distracted by the woman’s concise sentences. “Well if that’s the case then how about one wish?” he asked, extending his index finger as he glanced over to her, “One wish free of charge and no matter what it is I’ll be sure to do it, sky’s the limit, even if it’s something like using me as an impromptu pillow,” he joked, a small chuckle escaping his lips as his mind pondered his behavior. Once again he was speaking with his heart as opposed to his brain and now he made a promise to grant her one wish no matter what it was! He hadn’t been speaking to this girl for more than ten minutes and already he was making promises! It was something he’d normally never do as the redhead was the type to not go back on his world and if it were at any other time he’d probably kick himself for it. Yeah he’d kick himself alright, cursing inwardly at the predicament he gotten himself into, possibly having doomed himself to a fate of servitude or whatever else the person requested! He was being a complete idiot, not thinking straight just because he was having a bad day… well a REALLY bad day but none the less. It was unprofessional, it was something an amateur would do, it showed a complete lack of discipline, and yet… it felt incredibly liberating. It was a day off from the constant search for work, the constant battles, and the constant loneliness that plagued the life of a freelancer. He was just being himself for that moment, he wasn’t hiding anything, and he was just baring his soul out there to a complete stranger… so freaking strange. “Oh umm I forgot to ask but.. what’s your name?” he blurted out suddenly, laughing a tad nervously as scratched the back of his head lightly, “I don’t think I ever got it while we were fighting Stroud what with the imminent threat of death upon us and all,”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2011 2:11:22 GMT -5
'Artemis' honestly didn't know why the freelancer was talking to her either. If it weren't for the fact that their current location was on top of a clock tower and that they were both sitting down, she would have kneed him in the gut by now because a large part of her still didn't forgive him for bad mouthing those who wielded the keyblade. It was true that sometimes their influence affected the civilians of the other worlds, but the dark keybearer had always preferred to keep her presence anonymous by staying behind the shadows. If the dark angel could, Selena would have kept it that way until her own home world could be found, but even she knew now that it was too late as her false name was becoming known despite the fact that Selena was on no "epic journey to save the universe". She just wanted to go home. The winged woman remained oblivious to the freelancer's gaze as she closed her eyes once more. It was perhaps a good thing too otherwise Selena won't be able to notice how ridiculous his current expression from his mental rant and remark about it. Otherwise, the winged woman was comfortable with the silence, short-lived or not. Reopening her eyes again to glance at Felix as he gave his proposal, the dark angel felt her left eye twitch at the mention of using him as an 'impromptu pillow' as she didn't appreciate the joke. I really must be tired if I was read like a book just now... lamented the dark angel mentally as she gave the freelancer an irritated expression when he chuckled, "No. You would push me off this very tower the moment I fall asleep." The dark keybearer wasn't hesitant in formulating her accusation as she remembered his strong dislike of keybearers just from his outbursts during the battle with Stroud. The winged woman mentally kicked herself in the head for coming close to falling asleep in front of a possible enemy. When the red-head suddenly asked for her name with a laugh, Selena found herself raising a brow at the almost-random question and she briefly wondered if the ice cream was affecting him somehow. "Artemis." answered the dark keybearer slowly, fatigue evident in her voice despite her attempt to hide it. She had no need to ask for his name because it had been written on the tiny business card he had given her after the battle.
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Post by Felix on Oct 19, 2011 10:54:07 GMT -5
Well that didn’t go exactly as planned, the freelancer commented mentally as he noted the look of irritation that came as the joke he had made left his lips. He also noted the words that came after, the keybearer he was attempting to converse with under the impression that he would push her off the ledge of the clock tower if given the chance. He didn’t show it visibly, but mentally the freelancer frowned at this, rather disappointed that a potential murderer is the image the woman had of him… but why? In that same train of thought, that mental anguish, the freelancer had grabbed his head with both hands, shaking it furiously with his eyes shut in that mental image. Jeez why do I care what she thinks of me anyway?! She’s a keybearer get that through your head Felix, stop being an idiot and just leave already! You got your whining quota in for the day so why aren’t you already off this clock tower looking for work or something?! he thought to himself as he had stopped momentarily in his own head and fell back laying down with both palms pressed against his eyes. No matter what he said to himself, no matter how many reasons he listed, and no matter how hard he tried to lift himself from that spot the freelancer’s body wasn’t moving. He was really beginning to believe that the ice cream he had been given had indeed been laced with something… either that or God, if he did exist, was just screwing with him. Whatever the case was, he didn’t let it show and still asked for a name, a response being quickly shot back… Artemis. Artemis? Isn’t that a Goddess in mythology or something? Well I suppose my comment earlier wasn’t completely off the mark if she actually is THE “Artemis”, he mused mentally as his thoughts wandered once again. Was she named that because her parents were into that stuff? Was she named that because they thought she was just that beautiful when she was born? Was it a nickname that people had given her over time since she exhibited some traits of the Goddess in question? Or maybe sh-! Jeez I really need to stop asking these stupid questions! he shouted mentally, cutting off his own train of thought. He was a freelancer, and she was a keybearer, two existences certainly fated to fight each other so what use would answering these questions yield? Furthermore, he was on Genesis’ payroll, was always looking for extra work, and would accept a job from anyone so long as they had the cash required for Felix’ services. Most of his customers were unsavory individuals and as far as he could tell Genesis was all about taking over the worlds and if this girl was a keybearer then it was highly likely they’d meet on the battlefield again… as enemies no doubt. If he grew attached to her that could seriously impede his performance, it could mess up his judgment and i-! Wait what do I mean “grow attached” to her?! Ugh I can’t even think straight I think I must have given myself a concussion or something! Why am I being such an idiot? She’s a keybearer and I’m a freelancer why am I even having these thoughts?! he pondered as he furiously shook his head mentally. Yet despite all this mental anguish that was occurring rather rapidly, his body was acting on auto-pilot and he smiled warmly as he looked at his feet. “Artemis huh? That’s a fitting name,” he started as his gaze turned over to “Artemis”, his face now stern as his mouth continued to move, much to begrudging of his mental self, “but make no mistake I’m not the kind of guy that would do something like that. Attacking someone in their sleep is far too cowardly for my tastes and well despite what I said at the battle with Stroud, after talking to you for a little bit I can already see I was wrong to group you into that stereotype. Furthermore…” he trailed off, looking forward briefly before a smile curved against his lips as he stared at the quickly darkening sky, “I doubt that’d be very effective against someone with the wings of an angel ne?” he finished, snickering lightly as he did so and flashing a grin at the keybearer. After doing so and with his thoughts now momentarily off his mother’s impending doom, he yawned realizing just how tired he was himself. As it would seem, when one hears about their mother’s illness that’s eating away at the time she had remaining in the world of the living, they tend to ignore the need for sleep. Indeed, the second he had heard the news, Felix went crazy looking for a doctor, now being on his third day without sleep and only the caffeine from the numerous cups of Hazelnut Coffee that he had ingested during his rather expensive trip to many worlds in search of a cure. Now that he had time to actually sit down and forget about his troubles, exhaustion was also crippling his own body as he laid back his head on the cobblestone behind him and closed his eyes lightly. “Plus…” he mumbled, his voice already groggy as he smirked lightly, “I think I’ll be falling asleep myself soon too… three days of searching without rest is finally… catching up to me,” he finished with momentary pauses as he battled the ensuing urge to fall asleep. No, he couldn’t fall asleep, he wanted to talk to this keybearer, he wanted to know more about her, and… he really wanted to hear her laugh. I bet it’s really cute… jeez what is wrong with me today? he thought as he shook his head in a vain attempt to alleviate his exhaustion… and perhaps whatever it was causing his brain to not function properly, My heart is making me really stupid and corny today,[/color] he lamented but while he despised his behavior mentally, his lips were curved into a warm smile that contradicted his thoughts completely, his heart having already taken complete control of his body.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2011 13:26:50 GMT -5
As the freelancer assumed his mental ranting after she had made the quip about him throwing her off the tower, 'Artemis' studied his body language with ice cold eyes. From his action of grabbing his head with both hands, the dark angel believed that she had said the absolutely wrong thing and for some odd reason, it didn't surprise her. Selena had good enough reason not to trust the red head and the battle with Stroud had only solidified it. It was also in her nature not to trust anyone at all at first meeting.
After the dark angel had given him her name, the freelancer's reaction was, to her, a bit amusing as she briefly wondered if he was actually mistaking her for the Goddess she had stolen the name from. So far no one did, but there were first times for anything especially in new worlds and different people. I really hope that he isn't really going to believe that I'm really the Goddess....[/i] mused Selena, allowing for a brief moment, a small smirk as she decided the freelancer did mistook her for the said mythological Goddess, she'll correct him.
'Artemis' was mentally relieved when he responded with no possible notion of that mistake. She kept observing his expression and body language because despite the fact that his words and said actions match the possibility of no potential harm, her mind whispered to her Heart that Felix may be just a great actor. A small frown appeared on her face as he admitted his wrong for lumping her into the 'keybearer stereotype', something the dark angel didn't know they had, and stating that her wings would be effective against such a predicament such as being pushed off the tower.
"Hn....Not when the said angel is asleep." answered the winged keybearer, expression neutral, right after the freelancer grinned in her direction before admitting that he was tired as well, "In that case, I should be going." Deciding that sleep was irrelevant for now, 'Artemis' slowly stood up as she needed to search for Night because it had been her fault that they had gotten separated. The dark angel did still wonder how her Corridor had forked into two different paths when she had only aimed for one which had been this world.
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Post by Felix on Oct 21, 2011 10:34:44 GMT -5
As the keybearer responded to his first comment, the freelancer couldn’t help but grin sheepishly, figuring she had a point there although pushing her off would probably wake her up anyway. With that noted he looked away for a moment, his arms crossed as that grin was replaced by a smirk. “I suppose you got a point there,” he noted as he snickered again, enjoying this rather light-hearted conversation. Indeed, light-hearted conversation wasn’t something he was expecting to get back into for quite some time especially due to his whole lack of friends thing. The closet thing he had to a friend was Genesis since they both seemed to be men that enjoyed the thrill of battle but aside from that… they were employer and employee, nothing more, nothing less. Indeed, and even though Selena’s tone was neutral throughout the entire conversation, the red-head couldn’t help but find it a little… funny. He wasn’t sure what word to use to describe it but no matter what they talked about, the fact she always retained that same tone was kind of funny. Whether it was a quip, a change of subject, or what have you, the “Goddess” always talked in that monotone voice almost as if she was the “straight man” to a two man comedy act. If that were the case then he would be the funny man correct? I’m a terrible funny man as it would seem then… I haven’t gotten one laugh out of her yet, he thought briefly, a small “heh” escaping his lips as the thought emerged. Yeah, thus far he had only made himself laugh and at his own jokes mostly too! That was really lame, he needed to make her laugh at least once since surely this encounter wouldn’t last forever… no matter how much the freelancer may want it to. And, as it would seem, after noting his exhaustion the “Goddess” thought it was best to leave and stood up getting ready to do so. His face expressed shock for a brief moment as the words got caught up in his throat to tell her to stop. Jeez now I can’t even talk properly?! If this were any other girl I’d be talking just fine and making her laugh but now it’s like I’m back in 3rd grade and I’m still afraid of cooties! Get your act together Felix, stop her!... Wait why do I want to stop her?! once again the freelancer’s mental self was frantic, trying to understand his own thoughts as the auto-pilot engaged earlier moved his body. Unfortunately, said auto-pilot wasn’t very concerned about how fast or how strongly he pushed off the ledge with his hands to get up. That being noted, when he had moved to get up he banged his head against the wall behind him roughly and quickly crouched down holding his hands over the affected area, a grimace curved against his lips. Damn that hurt like a son of b-! he attempted to complain mentally but before he knew it his body had already shaken off the pain and stood back up again. This time, his heart made sure to get up carefully (although still hastily) as his left hand gripped the keybearer’s left wrist before she walked away. His grip was taught but not overly tight to hurt her, his eyes averting themselves downward as a very a faint crimson hue stained his cheeks. “Y-Y-You don’t have to go if you don’t want… not like I got my name on this spot right?” he stated nervously, stuttering at the beginning and his tone seeming rather meek the entire way through. The mental image of himself was going crazy at this, slapping itself to see if it’d help but to no avail. His heart’s desire was overriding any logic or any intelligent thought. For once in the freelancer’s life he wasn’t thinking of the million things that could go wrong, the million things that would never happen, or the million things that shouldn’t happen… he was just going with the flow. He wasn’t hesitating he was just… going for it. “Plus… it’s not every day that one gets to meet a “Goddess” right?” the freelancer said in a joking tone as he briefly looked back at her, winking at said “Goddess” with a light smile before noticing that he was still holding onto her wrist. He let go immediately, coughing bashfully to the side as he turned his head a little embarrassed about his actions. “S-Sorry about that,” he apologized as he gulped a lump down his throat. At this the mental image of himself slapped its face, letting it slide down slowly as it shook its head, I give up… my brain just isn’t working right now,
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2011 2:51:27 GMT -5
Although their 'conversation' as one would call it was brief as it was, Selena had enjoyed it while it lasted. However, the dark angel refused to admit it aloud or even to herself as it would mean that the 'acquaintance' rope that she had tried to keep at an arm's length away would be closer to 'friend'. And the potential friendship was something 'Artemis' wished to prevent if there was anything she could do about it.
As the dark angel began to walk away, she had heard the 'thump' of something connecting to brick. Out of instinct, the winged woman turns around and glances back at the red-headed freelancer just as he grabbed her wrist. As Selena watches Felix clutch his head from the hit, her silver eyes slightly narrowed at him and a small frown was etched. "....Are you alright?" asks 'Artemis', her voice still neutral but with a small amount of concern that had finally betrayed her while he stuttered like a complete idiot.
However, 'Artemis' found herself softly smiling at the offer despite her internal self . "Hn. True, but I really should be going.", answered the dark angel, just before he joked about her being a 'Goddess'. Her expression returns to her cold mask with the smile gone, "I'm no 'Goddess', be sure of that." Her voice and eyes had returned to ice as she yanked her wrist away from the freelancer around the same time he had let go of her. The dark angel roughly turns around when the red-head apologized, but she ignored him as she started to walk away from him. 'Artemis' was going to search for Night and she wasn't going to allow anyone, not even a flustered freelancer, to stop her.
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Post by Felix on Oct 29, 2011 23:27:45 GMT -5
As the freelancer had made his appeal for the keybearer to stay, he couldn't help but notice the soft smile that curved against her lips, it was... cute. He banished the thought rather quickly though as his brain hadn't given up yet and his joke was soon said, something he quickly regretted. Within an instant, the soft smile he had seen was wiped away, the keybearer putting on a stoic expression much to his dismay. He instantly begun to regret saying his joke as she pulled herself away from him, wishing he had kept his big mouth shut. Then she began to step away, ignoring his words of apology as he attempted to speak once more but the breath he had gathered to mince words with quickly faded.
Ugh why did I have to say that? I should have just stopped after stammering like an idiot, he thought briefly as the mental image of himself sat atop his head. Time seemed to slow down for a moment as he began thinking, his brain deciding to join the heart in it's foolish attempt to get the attention of this girl since it couldn't beat it as the saying goes. Regardless, the mental image of himself crossed its arms as it nodded to itself a few tas imes, a few plans going over in its head.
That could work... maybe that too... hmmm that would work if I had a saxophone right now, it began to comment, bringing a hand to it's chin and nodding each time a new plan was made. Many scenarios were going through the freelancer's head right now, trying to decide the best course of action in an attempt to appease the keybearer. He knew it was a stupid thing to do but on the other hand trying so hard to garner her affections was a good distraction from more morbid thoughts. Indeed, he didn't need to be reminded of his mother's impending doom and he always did enjoy a challenge anyway. From what he had observed of this girl thus far, getting any sort of emotion out of her was incredibly difficult, only just having gotten a smile from her.
I still can't believe I'm doing this... I should really get a check up at the doctor's or something, maybe all the punches to the head I've been taking have shaken something loose, he briefly thought as his lowered head rose itself to look at the still present but almost gone keybearer. A sigh escaped his lips as he took into account her demeanor thus far again, realizing that all his plans would probably only work on a normal girl. Indeed, a normal girl might be "wooed" back into his arms or whatever but this meeting had proven that the female keybearer was far from normal. No, she was quite odd to be frank, the freelancer knowing as much and chuckling inwardly at the thought. It was this peculiarity thought that really intrigued him though, that made him want to get to know her or at the very least keep in touch with her especially considering how much she had helped him even if it had been unintentional. Yes, the freelancer was a man who paid his debts and showed his gratitude to those who assisted him and with that thought in mind he was going to tell her just that. He broke into a slight jog, getting ahead of the keybearer as he turned around, a sheepish grin on his face as he put both his hands together as if praying.
"A-Alright I'll keep that in mind," he started opening his eyes, both a soft and serious expression welled inside them, "But the point remains that you're exhausted and probably shouldn't be going down a set of stairs or flying anywhere before at least taking a small nap. I'd hate to let you leave knowing that you're just as tired if not more than I am and hear about you getting hurt later. You helped me out a lot today and I want to try to repay the favor even if all I can do right now is get you to take a twenty minute power nap," he explained, his tone showing his concern for the keybearer, concern that he still couldn't help but question. He knew he owed her a debt but its not like he could tell her what to do right? If she wanted to leave that was her own prerogative and it wasn't like she came here originally asking for the company. Yet for some reason he couldn't help it and he was beginning to question if it was simply cause the tragedy that had befell his mother left him so emotionally unstable or something else entirely.
Stupid stupid stupid! he briefly thought, the mental image of himself pressing its palms against its temples as it shook its head vigorously. After a short moment of that though it sighed lightly, a warm smile curving against it's lips as well as the physical form of Felix,
But... I'll deal with the consequences of my stupidity later, for now I'm just going to enjoy this moment of stupidity,
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