relinquishing | INACTIVE - Appointments

[12-2-11, Action. Continuing from here, such an old thread xD

She smiles and rubs the back of her head.] It was made of wood, not stone. I don't think I was injured...It was during spring cleaning several years ago so I don't remember.

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[Guy nods.] That's an admirable trait. Don't give up on that, Shing. It makes Kohaku that much luckier to have you in her life, after all.

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Ah... thanks, Guy. Though I think it's the other way around... I'm really happy to have Kohaku in my life.

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[Guy was used to the cheery Anise, so that familiar expression of glee was a welcome sign. Shame that it disappeared so quickly...]

It's odd, but hey, not every community needs currency or trade to survive. Even though the city is mostly foreigners, it seems like it still gets its supplies and revenue from somewhere else entirely -- ah, hold on.

[He's going to scoot for a second to go grab a towel from one of the stands around the plaza. Thre's no need for Anise to walk around all soaked like that, after all.]

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[He chuckles awkwardly. That makes a little more sense... although the building would still have to be pretty fragile for a girl her size to make a hole through the wall. Or she was just. Really talented. Yeah, he'll go with that.

IN THE MEANTIME: the merry twosome has made their way across the plaza, and Colette will probably be able to see the windows of a small clothing shop ahead. Guy cocks his head towards the blonde girl, a grin on his face.]

Well, here we are. I'm afraid I'm not really one for shopping, haha... but I can stick around if you'd still like some help.

Haha, either way works.

In the end, though, you two seem to have something awfully special. It's actually kind of cute! [He is saying that without any sort of shame in his tone, yep.]

[She's just really talented. Her eyes widen as she sees the store.]

I can really just go in and get something I like? [Yep, she feels like she needs to make sure again.]

I'd really like it if you helped me! I've never actually gone shopping for clothes alone before. [...hopefully he won't think about that too hard.]

A-ah... you think so?

[He flushes at that -- yeah, it's cute, how he lights up at the mention of Kohaku.]

It... it really is.

[No worries - it doesn't seem like he's thinking too deeply about it at the moment.

He nods.] Yep, it's that simple. The employees are pretty courteous as well.

It's really not that difficult - find something you like, try it on, and if it's an outfit you enjoy, then go bring it to the counter. Ta-da, it's yours! Don't worry, I think you'll get the hang of it pretty fast.

[Walking up to the door now, and hey, look who's going to hold that open for you, Colette? Proper manners are important, after all. ~~If only he knew what he just possibly got himself into...~~]

[He'll just give a light chuckle at that. Ah, young love.

Stop being adorable, you two. You'll start giving him cavities.]

[Assuming that there aren't signs that say "MEN'S" and "WOMEN'S" right inside the door...

She smiles at him, and walks through the open door.] Thanks Guy!

[She pauses just inside the door and turns back to look at him.] Um...where do I go in here? I really have no idea what to do...

[ Anise keeps her eyes looking straight forward as she followed Guy. Thanks to him she was getting out of her slump and collecting herself. She knew that she had to just pretend everything's okay again. She should be able to keep the act up. That's what the girl thought in her mind though. It was difficult to pretend everything was okay for once. ]

I guess not...if it can run without it.

[ She might have displayed a brief intrigued look on her face as she looks around. She heard him but she didn't look his way as she finally took a glance at what was surrounding them. ]

[Shing tilts his head, looking at Guy curiously.]

Ah... what's so funny?

Nothing, nothing at all! Don't mind me.

[Heh.]

A-ah... all right! If you say so...

[The blush remains fixed on his face, though.]

[After the events of the 13th, Guy has been whisked off to recover from his injuries, away from the Fabre boys. His journal, although with him, remains untouched the entire week. Any voicemails, messages, notes - they all pile up, unanswered, until the evening of the 21st.

On the 13th, Guy has been brought to one of the spare rooms of Community House 2 for immediate assistance and the removal of that pretty nasty Daathic Fonic Arte. He remains unconscious for most of the day due to the effects of the curse slot and he won't be particularly responsive to anyone once he finally wakes up (outside of whoever is there when he first opens his eyes).

From the 14th to the 18th, Guy will be moved to the clinic just south of the plaza. He's quieter, withdrawn - much broodier than normal - but surprisingly willing to talk about anything and everything that isn't related to what just happened. Sure, I'm wrapped in bandages, but hey, let's talk about your day!

The 19th will find Guy... well, gone. Missing from his room at the clinic, dismissing himself and wandering out regardless of his current condition. He has only one person he wishes to talk to. Now, before a certain God General returns.

The remainder of the day, as well as the 20th and 21st, one can expect the blonde to be locked up in his and Luke's shared apartment at Community House 1, refusing to answer the door unless there is a particularly good reason. For all extents and purposes, he isn't home. Not unless you bang on that door particularly loud.]

[With the curse slot removed, all that was left was for Guy to wake up. Perhaps it was for the best that he hadn't simply woken up right away -- after performing the proper arte to remove the curse slot, Ion very nearly passed out himself. His mind was still reeling from what had happened earlier, and he still didn't even known whether Luke was okay or not. He had to be. He had to be. And right now, Ion had to believe that he was.]

[He's the only one left in the room by now, sitting in a chair by Guy's bedside with a journal nearby so he can call for assistanace once Guy is ready to be moved to the clinic. Despite how tired he is, he can't even bring himself to start nodding off. He had to be awake when Guy woke up. He needed to hear what happened, what he remembered, just to be certain... even if he already has a fairly good idea.]

[ ... she waits several days before going. She isn't even really sure she wants to. Can anything be gained by talking to him?

Luke hasn't said a word about what happened. But she'd noticed Guy there, of course. And with Asch dead...

... she remembers last time Guy was here. And now, too -- she knows what sort of person he seems. Why would he have...?

But who else could have done it?

... she hates herself for even suspecting. But if anyone might know the truth, it would be him. So she goes, a little scared, but trying to keep her chin up. This has been a long, dark week. ]

... Guy?

[It's been a quiet week so far - what Guy was expecting, honestly - so any visitors caught him by surprise. The voice in the door now was no exception, and he starts a bit at the sound of it. But hey, it's someone he recognizes, at least, and he slowly sits himself up in the bed as she makes her way in.

His right arm is wrapped from wrist to elbow, back and shoulders bandaged, one wing secured tightly down while the other lay weakly folded against his shoulder. Parts of his upper arms, particularly the right, are still bandaged here and there, but mostly are open, showing the scars of wounds that looked older than the rest. It's a rather awkward sight, coupled with how shaky he is as he nonchalantly leans his arms against his knees... and a definite contrast to the casual smile that's on his face.]

Well, hey there. [His voice is still as lighthearted as ever, if not a bit quiet, rough and tired around the edges. But it certainly doesn't bear the weight she might expect.] Can't say I expected a visit from you this week, Xion, haha. It's nice of you.

[The first thing he felt was pain.

The pain of fatigue, of combat, aching in every bone and joint and muscle; The sting of open wounds on his arms, his shoulders, a sharp discomfort shooting through his back and one of his wings every time he took in a breath.

The ache that lingered in his mind, however, was different. It hurt in an eerily familiar way... Almost as if someone had been holding his head between their hands in a death grip, pressing and pressing for an unspeakable amount of time before suddenly letting go. It was that feeling, of a sudden release of tension, the absence of pain and restriction causing its own type of discomfort...

So it isn't a surprise when he finally stirs, his face tightening with a quiet groan before his eyes finally open. W-where-- what--

...

And then he catches the glimpse of green hair out of the corner of his eye, and he turns his head to see who it was sitting beside him...]

...Ion?

Edited (l o l pardon me silly little edit) 2012-05-17 19:03 (UTC)

[ His appearance shouldn't bring her up short, but it does. Just a little. After a brief pause, she sighs heavily and goes to his side, eyebrows knit in deep concern. ]

... I--

[ ... ]

I saw you there. I mean ... I knew something must have happened. I just...

[ Guilty face, somewhat. Staying with Luke versus even checking on Guy, a thing she never bothered to do, suddenly makes her feel very selfish. ]

... I wanted to see if you were ... okay. And ... I wanted to ask ... what happened.

[ Very tentatively. Her eyes search his face, her expression uncertain and deeply worried about the whole affair. ]

[He shifts away slightly as she approaches, more out of his own personal space and natural discomforts than anything else. But he chuckles lightly at the questions, leaning his chin on one hand.]

Well, I'm alive. I can walk. I can breathe. I have some sort of mobility through all this gauzy mess, heh. So I suppose I'm doing fine.

[He's not so unobservant as to miss that look of uncertainty and concern that's burrowed into her features. His first thoughts flick to the idea that the only reason she might be here asking him about this is because Luke was unable to. Whether because of injury or refusal... she was his girlfriend, after all, and Guy had picked up on their affection for one another in the little time he had seen them together. She would have asked him, if she had the chance.

He gives himself a pause, gazing thoughtfully into the covers before his voice speaks up again, rather suddenly and clearly.]

So Luke hasn't said anything to you about it, then?

Edited (DAMN THE COMMAS (fuu)) 2012-05-17 21:14 (UTC)

[ --she seems to remember, belatedly, and with a soft "oh" takes a step back, sheepish about discomfiting him.

Then she just -- listens, and watches, her brow still knit. Her eyes fall at his question, and she shakes her head. ]

... he hasn't said much at all. ... actually, I -- didn't ask.

[ She pauses, briefly pressing her hands to her mouth. When she lowers them to speak again, her voice is sad. ]

I -- I've known Luke and Asch for a long time now. It feels like a long time, anyway. Asch can be ... prickly, but I care about him. [ She swallows. ] ... I don't know if any of this is even my business. [ Luke almost died. Asch IS dead. She shakes her head. ] ... I guess I'm just scared. I know how much you mean to them. And I don't ... know how any of that happened.

[The girl probably had good intentions. Really. But Guy, meaning a lot to Luke and Asch?

Hah.

Laughable.

...

It was sentimental of her, he supposes. Sweet, maybe, if the situation had been anything else but this. But right now, Guy's mind can't help but process the comments she gives as anything but... he's not sure of the word. Annoying, possibly. Unnecessary. Emotional words, confused words, said from a girl that was thrown into a situation she really had no place butting into.

If it was anything else, that uncertainty would be the first thing he would try to wipe away, regardless of how he was involved. But If she was aiming to calm her fears by looking for answers, then asking about what happened was probably the worst thing she could be doing.

And she had probably just gone and decided to ask the worst possible person for answers.]

Just because you've know someone for a while or not doesn't mean that you can always understand how they are or what they've gone through. There's only so many ways you can try to empathize with a situation out of your control before you just become a bother.

[He shrugs lightly.] So if they have business they want to keep to themselves, then you're probably better off respecting that.

[ If he was betting on her remaining emotional and confused, then he bet on the wrong horse.

Because when he calls her that -- essentially -- a bother -- her eyes narrow, and her expression turns frosty. It's an alien look on her, but she's on her last legs emotionally and just isn't capable of taking any bullshit. ]

Are you calling me a bother? Is that what you're saying to me?

Don't tell me what I can and can't try to do. Maybe I can't understand everything, but Luke and I are more alike than you think. I've died, Guy. Twice. You can't tell me I don't know what pain is.

What are you hiding from me? [ Her jaw tightens, and she lifts her chin. She is seventeen years old and a human being and god damn it all she will not be cowed by his casual criticism. ]

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