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Having been a soldier most of his life Akito has a good understanding of the things that can be done to a human body to inflict pain and death. His mind races through all of them, unable to even consider that he's not in deep trouble from his actions, too much of his childhood spent hearing horror storied of angered royalty. Though many of his fellows did it mostly to tease him, they never told him that they were teasing and if there was anyone he would take at face value, it would be the men in his unit. His breathing is harsh from the panic, the run and climb not even a minor exertion for the youth, but it still sounds like he's just finished running ten miles.
Feeling pricks in the corners of his eyes he presses his palms over them, desperate to not start crying at the very least. 'I messed up, I seriously messed up, but. . .I could explain, if he's willing, and, he doesn't seem like an unreasonable man, even if he hates war. . .It was just my instincts, did his father do the same thing? I overreact to things, I know I do, but, I just. . . .' His body trembles lightly, his arms wrapped around his knees. He can feel the rough bark against his back even through the two layers of cloth, almost like the forest is reaching out to touch him. For one wild moment he thinks of fleeing, dropping his name and title and just leaving the country. However that wild thought passes quickly and as soon as it does he can feel himself calming down slightly.
'No, no. . . .I will take responsibility for this. . .I will talk to him and explain, and the emperor and empress if the servant has already reported this. I am no coward, I will not flee. Life has handed this to me, and. . .' He pauses in his thoughts, faint non foresty sounds from below catching his attention. Taking his hands off his eyes he rubs them gently, the slight moister drying quickly as he blinks rapidly. However his eyes go a little wide when the odd appearance of a light below causes him to stare. It doesn't take a firework engineer to realize what that light must be.
Quite as could be he climbs a little lower, watching the light carefully and letting his eyes adjust. The prince doesn't spot him and after a moment Akito freezes as the man calls out. 'Not get in any trouble? He's more worried about being late to the meal?' His heart skips lightly, thinking that maybe he really will be forgiven for slipping up. He knows he will have to tell his father which will earn him a clout, but at least he may have some advice on avoiding his natural instincts like the one that got him in trouble this time, even if it was only with his own conscience.
Dropping silently to the ground some distance behind Hiro he follows slowly, wondering where the prince is heading. He moves along silently. His specialty in his unit required him to be able to stalk like this, though at this point he's not quite sure why he's doing it. He is no coward, and he's already decided to talk to the man, but for some reason he can not bring himself to approach him. Just as he begins to think he'll never build up the nerve he spots the prince about to step into a rabbit hole and quick as a fox he darts forward and gently takes his arms, stopping him mid step and pulling him back slightly.
Not needing to be mistaken for a bandit he lets go quickly and drops to a knee. An instant later the words come tumbling out. “I am so sorry highness, I did not mean for that to happen I pray it did not hurt to much and does not pain you still. My training has lead to many responses I have little control over, and when the servant knocked, then the door moved, then you laid a hand on me. . .My nerves are so frayed right now, but I never imagined I would do that. I know you say I am not in trouble, but I still beg your forgiveness for my action.” His breathing has picked up again and it takes him a moment to realize he's rambling. When he does however he falls silent so Hiro can get a words in edgewise but not before murmuring, "Also, please be more careful. You almost stepped in a rabbit hole."
Feeling pricks in the corners of his eyes he presses his palms over them, desperate to not start crying at the very least. 'I messed up, I seriously messed up, but. . .I could explain, if he's willing, and, he doesn't seem like an unreasonable man, even if he hates war. . .It was just my instincts, did his father do the same thing? I overreact to things, I know I do, but, I just. . . .' His body trembles lightly, his arms wrapped around his knees. He can feel the rough bark against his back even through the two layers of cloth, almost like the forest is reaching out to touch him. For one wild moment he thinks of fleeing, dropping his name and title and just leaving the country. However that wild thought passes quickly and as soon as it does he can feel himself calming down slightly.
'No, no. . . .I will take responsibility for this. . .I will talk to him and explain, and the emperor and empress if the servant has already reported this. I am no coward, I will not flee. Life has handed this to me, and. . .' He pauses in his thoughts, faint non foresty sounds from below catching his attention. Taking his hands off his eyes he rubs them gently, the slight moister drying quickly as he blinks rapidly. However his eyes go a little wide when the odd appearance of a light below causes him to stare. It doesn't take a firework engineer to realize what that light must be.
Quite as could be he climbs a little lower, watching the light carefully and letting his eyes adjust. The prince doesn't spot him and after a moment Akito freezes as the man calls out. 'Not get in any trouble? He's more worried about being late to the meal?' His heart skips lightly, thinking that maybe he really will be forgiven for slipping up. He knows he will have to tell his father which will earn him a clout, but at least he may have some advice on avoiding his natural instincts like the one that got him in trouble this time, even if it was only with his own conscience.
Dropping silently to the ground some distance behind Hiro he follows slowly, wondering where the prince is heading. He moves along silently. His specialty in his unit required him to be able to stalk like this, though at this point he's not quite sure why he's doing it. He is no coward, and he's already decided to talk to the man, but for some reason he can not bring himself to approach him. Just as he begins to think he'll never build up the nerve he spots the prince about to step into a rabbit hole and quick as a fox he darts forward and gently takes his arms, stopping him mid step and pulling him back slightly.
Not needing to be mistaken for a bandit he lets go quickly and drops to a knee. An instant later the words come tumbling out. “I am so sorry highness, I did not mean for that to happen I pray it did not hurt to much and does not pain you still. My training has lead to many responses I have little control over, and when the servant knocked, then the door moved, then you laid a hand on me. . .My nerves are so frayed right now, but I never imagined I would do that. I know you say I am not in trouble, but I still beg your forgiveness for my action.” His breathing has picked up again and it takes him a moment to realize he's rambling. When he does however he falls silent so Hiro can get a words in edgewise but not before murmuring, "Also, please be more careful. You almost stepped in a rabbit hole."
Homura's feet shuffle against the straw strewn dirt floor of the barn, the few moments it takes for the angel to make his decision agony. When at last it begins to move again, coming in closer, he has to resist leaping in delight. He does however smile and swing his arms gently. 'Yay yay! I get to touch it. I wonder if it's a big tough guy. . .No no, not enough energy, and it sounds small. The heat coming off of it makes it smaller than me. It's definitely a boy, no doubts there, but I. . .' He is too delighted to have something new to examine to think too coherently and when the angel stops so do his thoughts.
Kuro watches the approach with only mild apprehension knowing that as long as his dear older brother isn't spooked Aoba will be just fine. 'After the way he grew up, it's no surprise he's timid. My mother may have disowned me, but she's never actively tried to kill me, and I was much older when my crap happened. . . .' He sighs softly, looking at the two timid little guys begin getting acquainted.
Homura carefully removes on of his gloves before Aoba take a hold of it. The touch is much cooler than he's use to and he shivers slightly.'I guess demons run hotter than angels, or, it could be that he's mortal now and running cool like a human. . .' He focuses on ever sensation, every motion, letting the information just pour in, a look of concentration on his face. Unlike a demon with naturally white eyes there is a faint impression that the white is not solid, like somewhere behind the white there is a pupil and iris just out of sight. In his own mind he is looking down at the angel, watching him carefully for any sign of, well, anything.
He does not feel a clash between their energies and he takes comfort in that, relaxing a bit and smiling slightly despite the need for complete concentration. When at last he is free to explore, the soft skin beneath his fingers confirming a few suspicions, he begins as one would expect, mapping out Aoba's features slowly and carefully. “You're very pretty.” he murmurs, his fingers sliding into the angel's hair where it rests atop his crown for several seconds. His movements speed up ever so slightly when his hand moves again and the other comes up to rest gently on Aoba's shoulder. The gloved fingers flex slightly on the fabric and his smile widens.
Recognizing the look Kuro sighs softly, the sound catching Homura's attention without startling him. He looks over at his little brother curiously. “Dear brother, I know you're excited, but he did not give you permission for an exam, only a touch, and only his face.
Homura pouts. “He didn't specify that. . .” The fingers on Aoba's shoulder flex gently again.
Kuro rolls his eyes. “Common sense, genius. For mortals and angels. You don't go stripping them without explicit consent.” Moving slowly over to the two of them he carefully detaches his brother and takes him into his arms for a gentle hug.
From above Dani cackles. “Watch out there Aoba! Homura will have you stripped and strapped before you can say amen!”
Kuro watches the approach with only mild apprehension knowing that as long as his dear older brother isn't spooked Aoba will be just fine. 'After the way he grew up, it's no surprise he's timid. My mother may have disowned me, but she's never actively tried to kill me, and I was much older when my crap happened. . . .' He sighs softly, looking at the two timid little guys begin getting acquainted.
Homura carefully removes on of his gloves before Aoba take a hold of it. The touch is much cooler than he's use to and he shivers slightly.'I guess demons run hotter than angels, or, it could be that he's mortal now and running cool like a human. . .' He focuses on ever sensation, every motion, letting the information just pour in, a look of concentration on his face. Unlike a demon with naturally white eyes there is a faint impression that the white is not solid, like somewhere behind the white there is a pupil and iris just out of sight. In his own mind he is looking down at the angel, watching him carefully for any sign of, well, anything.
He does not feel a clash between their energies and he takes comfort in that, relaxing a bit and smiling slightly despite the need for complete concentration. When at last he is free to explore, the soft skin beneath his fingers confirming a few suspicions, he begins as one would expect, mapping out Aoba's features slowly and carefully. “You're very pretty.” he murmurs, his fingers sliding into the angel's hair where it rests atop his crown for several seconds. His movements speed up ever so slightly when his hand moves again and the other comes up to rest gently on Aoba's shoulder. The gloved fingers flex slightly on the fabric and his smile widens.
Recognizing the look Kuro sighs softly, the sound catching Homura's attention without startling him. He looks over at his little brother curiously. “Dear brother, I know you're excited, but he did not give you permission for an exam, only a touch, and only his face.
Homura pouts. “He didn't specify that. . .” The fingers on Aoba's shoulder flex gently again.
Kuro rolls his eyes. “Common sense, genius. For mortals and angels. You don't go stripping them without explicit consent.” Moving slowly over to the two of them he carefully detaches his brother and takes him into his arms for a gentle hug.
From above Dani cackles. “Watch out there Aoba! Homura will have you stripped and strapped before you can say amen!”
I can add it to my post, I just needed to know he'd let me :P Just let me know if he'll complain at all so I can respond to his reactions, then you can have your post of the other side of the rope removal and whatever else your guy will do. And yeah, we both did kinda flop there :P
I had no idea where to go. You stopped at a point without letting me know if the king was going to respond or not. It stopped with him noticing he's being touched. . . .And then nothing. If you're telling me now that he doesn't PLAN on responding, that's different :P Then I can add on to my post, and I will ask, would he object over much to having the ropes pulled off carefully? The way you stopped it I thought you had a plan or something, sorry :P
I just imagined Rei going all gecko on the place, crawling up and down the walls looking for the books he wants, making cute cooing noises :P
'He worries about me getting my self killed through foolishness, and here he is thinking would could actually stay a little longer. I think he's getting dumber by the second. . . .Wait, yeah, he probably is' Glancing at the syringe in his hand he smirks slightly as he recalls the color code. As Enasi begins to ramble Seishu chuckles, earning a look from Rue. Still smiling he looks to the fairy, catching his mouthed question and his smile widens slightly. ”Yep!” Rue's eyes go wide and he points at the nearly empty syringe. ”Crios did it actually.” It takes the fairy a moment to process those words and then with a giggles he settles in to listen to the stories of Seishu, some of which he was not around for, and for those he was adding in his own little tidbits.
'You know Enasi, you make it sound ten times worse than it really is, on my part at least. You're just going to worry my dear ones. . .' He does not say this aloud, not wanting to prompt a disagreement and a little too busy with healing to fight at full strength. 'Besides, as worried as they are, they seem to be a little happier knowing what was going on while they could not be with me. . .' He pauses for a moment, a look of deep longing in his eyes. Kaila notices and looks over at his guardian, stepping closer instinctually. However the movement of his second catches Seishu's attention and by the time he glances up the look is gone. “Sorry Kaila, I just. . .I can't wait to get back to my duties. . .”
The minion nods in understanding, watching as Rue clutches his own guardian's hand a little tighter, looking between Seishu and Kaila. When at last the syringe is emptied into Enasi the Nightmare Guardian calls it a job crappily done and looks towards the waterfall. “We need a place to leave from Tyar. Find us something close, above ground.”
There is a hiss from the other side of the waterfall. Kaila blinks slowly. “Master Seishu, I worry about you losing your way, you are still not at your best. Would you allow Tyar to at least accompany you to earth?”
Seishu shakes his head, standing up slowly. “You know as well as I Kaila, this requires a direct rout.” He smirks. “You know I can do it too. You and the others need a tunnel through the wall, but I think I've learned enough tricks to get us directly there.” Kaila nods, dropping his gaze sadly. Careful to keep the barrier in place around Enasi he slips over to his second and gives him a warm hug. “It will be alright Vio, my pretty Violet. You just take care of everyone else for me while I'm gone, got that?” As he says the last part he steps back, his voice becoming commanding.
The sound of it seems to comfort the minion and he smiles, saluting. Turning to face the waterfall he goes back to keeping watch while Seishu slides back over to Rue and Enasi, giving the latter a hug and a swat. Before Rue can whine or be hurt though Seishu whispers, “That's a gift you got there, and don't let anyone tell you different. You may very well be the solution to a buttload of problems.” Rue looks very confused, watching Seishu move over to the other side of his guardian and settling in to wait.
'You know Enasi, you make it sound ten times worse than it really is, on my part at least. You're just going to worry my dear ones. . .' He does not say this aloud, not wanting to prompt a disagreement and a little too busy with healing to fight at full strength. 'Besides, as worried as they are, they seem to be a little happier knowing what was going on while they could not be with me. . .' He pauses for a moment, a look of deep longing in his eyes. Kaila notices and looks over at his guardian, stepping closer instinctually. However the movement of his second catches Seishu's attention and by the time he glances up the look is gone. “Sorry Kaila, I just. . .I can't wait to get back to my duties. . .”
The minion nods in understanding, watching as Rue clutches his own guardian's hand a little tighter, looking between Seishu and Kaila. When at last the syringe is emptied into Enasi the Nightmare Guardian calls it a job crappily done and looks towards the waterfall. “We need a place to leave from Tyar. Find us something close, above ground.”
There is a hiss from the other side of the waterfall. Kaila blinks slowly. “Master Seishu, I worry about you losing your way, you are still not at your best. Would you allow Tyar to at least accompany you to earth?”
Seishu shakes his head, standing up slowly. “You know as well as I Kaila, this requires a direct rout.” He smirks. “You know I can do it too. You and the others need a tunnel through the wall, but I think I've learned enough tricks to get us directly there.” Kaila nods, dropping his gaze sadly. Careful to keep the barrier in place around Enasi he slips over to his second and gives him a warm hug. “It will be alright Vio, my pretty Violet. You just take care of everyone else for me while I'm gone, got that?” As he says the last part he steps back, his voice becoming commanding.
The sound of it seems to comfort the minion and he smiles, saluting. Turning to face the waterfall he goes back to keeping watch while Seishu slides back over to Rue and Enasi, giving the latter a hug and a swat. Before Rue can whine or be hurt though Seishu whispers, “That's a gift you got there, and don't let anyone tell you different. You may very well be the solution to a buttload of problems.” Rue looks very confused, watching Seishu move over to the other side of his guardian and settling in to wait.
'I can't believe it! I show him a modicum of respect and courteousness and he throws it back in my face!Well. . .At least he's willing to admit his kind are bloodthirsty monsters' Lai watches the beast stand, careful to keep his face neutral despite his growing need to teach this foul thing a lesson. He would not be the first one to crack in this. He would not desecrate holy ground by spilling out this demon's blood over nothing more than a petty insult. As his cool but polite gaze remains on the demon his mind screams for him to stop telling lies. He has done no invasion of privacy, he's simply asked a question! He has mistreated no one, even though the demon deserves it! He has taken no rights not naturally his as ordained by the lord God, especially on holy ground.
He keeps his breathing even, even managing to keep his aura under control as the false father goes on and on with his falsehoods. It is not until he speaks on the war and the rivalry between their races that his calm expression shifts. However it is not into anger or spite, but one of curiosity. 'Is he serious? He is here to keep the war away? What in all that's holy is happening that has him doing such a. . .Such an angelic thing? Or. . . .He's not lying, not that I can tell, and I'm good at spotting lairs' His eyes narrow ever so slightly, as if trying to see the male better. 'And does he really think I would harm anyone here? I know angels have caused their fair share of human deaths, but he speaks as if I would arbitrarily just go about killing them for fun or something. . .'
His eyes remain locked on the spot even as the demon passes him and walks inside, the large door closing surprisingly quietly. His mind and heart are in conflict, and one he knows he can not resolve by morning. 'He acts like he actually wants to protect this place, these humans, like a proper priest should. But I can see the evil, the demonic aura, it's still there. It grows, pulsates. . .But, he. . .Everything he's said is almost exactly what I would say to a demon trying to come into a church I'd decided to protect. . .' He punches the railing, fracturing it. “Drat.” He mutters, doing his best to make it less broken. Construction is not really his forte.
Once the fracture is almost invisible he turns to look at the church. 'He's a demon! He knows it, he doesn't deny it, and he practically challenged me to fight him, like he needed some excuse to attack me! Why, how!? What the holy heaven is going on?!' with a frustrated sigh he once more follows the demon's instructions and heads inside, plodding belligerently to his room. As he tucks his hand into his pocket he pauses for a moment at the feeling of cold metal. About half way to his room he stands, his mind racing, then slowly he pulls out the bullet. Looking it over, running his fingers along the surface, tracing his name, well, his nickname 'I guess my full name is too long for a bullet' he simply lets himself go for a moment. He relaxes, keeping his energy in though so the demon doesn't take it as an attack.
“What do you really want here. . .Father. . .” He asks the air softly, not expecting an answer. After a long moment he sighs once again and slips the silver hunk of metal into his pocket and continuing to his room. Once inside he lays slowly on the bed, staring at the ceiling, doing as asked and not praying as to not alert God of his location. God can always find his angels, but prayer would actually catch his attention. 'The demon prayed. . .If he was really praying, God knows he's here, and is letting it. . .' It is that thought more than anything else that lets Lai catch a few hours of sleep that night, staying up most of the time trying to figure it all out on his own, and the rest raging against the demon's presumptuousness. When at last the first rays of light appear outside his winder the angel wakes, and without a sound leaves the church. No one sees him, and an hour later when little Javier races to his room to wake him he finds the empty room, a sadness on his face that Lai is not there to hug away.
~*~*~*~*~
The head of his unit gave Lai the same old speech upon his return, Laisander's habit of spending time on earth without checking in an old issue but not one the arch angel really has a problem with. Lai took the speech in stride, promised to do better next time, and over the following week did his best to stay in line. Near the weeks end he headed home to spend time with his family, all the while unable to shake his thoughts about the demon. It isn't until he leaves home and heads back to work that he realizes he has to do something.
~*~*~*~*~
Looking over his personal log Lai notes that he has actually quite a few of off days that he has racked up over the years. 'I could use these. . .' he muses. Biting his lip he looks around the room, most of his bunk mates either eating or gossiping, a few playing ball and horsing around. Normally this would irritate him but at the moment he's actually glad that they are not bothered by the same thoughts plaguing his own mind. 'I'm actually kinda glad that they can goof off right now. . .Almost makes me with I could too. . .But this. . .' Pressing his fingers to his forehead he lets his lip go and a long breath hisses out between his teeth. A few angels look at him funny, but they all know he's antisocial and don't bother to ask what's up.
With his log in hand Lai hops down from his bed and heads to the unit captain. He arranges two days off starting the moment the request is in. As soon as everything is in place the captain raises an eyebrow curiously. “Didn't get enough of you family during leave?”
Lai simply stares at the man until he shrugs and walks away. 'Sorry, but any answer I would have given would have sounded so guilty. . .' With that he races out of the facility and makes for the nearest gate. Once outside he heads to earth, staying in the clouds until he's where he wants to be. It is a sunny morning at the church but he lands a good mile and a half away for obvious reasons. He takes his time getting there, his clothes the same as before but a bit cleaner now that he doesn't have to hide so much. He also takes the time to package his aura, not wanting it to send the priest into a frenzy on sight.
Walking into the shopping area along the road he pretends to look at a few things before making his way towards the church. The sound of children is like music to his ears and he makes his way around to the side yard where the younger children are playing. 'Must be after morning chores already' As soon as they spot him watching several of them squeal and race to greet him. 'What can I say, I love kids, and kids love me' He laughs, ruffling hair here, patting back there, returning hugs best he can while still standing. Javier actually climbs like a monkey up his side until Lai props him properly against his hip. “Well, seems like I've been missed!” He says cheerily, glancing at the nearest wall and wondering how the demon is going to react.
“We were afraid you were gone for good!” a girl pipes up.
“Yeah, you were just gone, like magic!” Says a young boy hanging off his free hand.
“Javier cried!” The group laughs at the declaration and the boy in question begins denying it vehemently. After a few seconds he wriggles his way of of the angel's grip to go chase his accusers and Lai laughs happily.
“Children are such gifts. . .” he murmurs, watching them play fight, running around with abandon, their innocence like bright shiny stars.
He keeps his breathing even, even managing to keep his aura under control as the false father goes on and on with his falsehoods. It is not until he speaks on the war and the rivalry between their races that his calm expression shifts. However it is not into anger or spite, but one of curiosity. 'Is he serious? He is here to keep the war away? What in all that's holy is happening that has him doing such a. . .Such an angelic thing? Or. . . .He's not lying, not that I can tell, and I'm good at spotting lairs' His eyes narrow ever so slightly, as if trying to see the male better. 'And does he really think I would harm anyone here? I know angels have caused their fair share of human deaths, but he speaks as if I would arbitrarily just go about killing them for fun or something. . .'
His eyes remain locked on the spot even as the demon passes him and walks inside, the large door closing surprisingly quietly. His mind and heart are in conflict, and one he knows he can not resolve by morning. 'He acts like he actually wants to protect this place, these humans, like a proper priest should. But I can see the evil, the demonic aura, it's still there. It grows, pulsates. . .But, he. . .Everything he's said is almost exactly what I would say to a demon trying to come into a church I'd decided to protect. . .' He punches the railing, fracturing it. “Drat.” He mutters, doing his best to make it less broken. Construction is not really his forte.
Once the fracture is almost invisible he turns to look at the church. 'He's a demon! He knows it, he doesn't deny it, and he practically challenged me to fight him, like he needed some excuse to attack me! Why, how!? What the holy heaven is going on?!' with a frustrated sigh he once more follows the demon's instructions and heads inside, plodding belligerently to his room. As he tucks his hand into his pocket he pauses for a moment at the feeling of cold metal. About half way to his room he stands, his mind racing, then slowly he pulls out the bullet. Looking it over, running his fingers along the surface, tracing his name, well, his nickname 'I guess my full name is too long for a bullet' he simply lets himself go for a moment. He relaxes, keeping his energy in though so the demon doesn't take it as an attack.
“What do you really want here. . .Father. . .” He asks the air softly, not expecting an answer. After a long moment he sighs once again and slips the silver hunk of metal into his pocket and continuing to his room. Once inside he lays slowly on the bed, staring at the ceiling, doing as asked and not praying as to not alert God of his location. God can always find his angels, but prayer would actually catch his attention. 'The demon prayed. . .If he was really praying, God knows he's here, and is letting it. . .' It is that thought more than anything else that lets Lai catch a few hours of sleep that night, staying up most of the time trying to figure it all out on his own, and the rest raging against the demon's presumptuousness. When at last the first rays of light appear outside his winder the angel wakes, and without a sound leaves the church. No one sees him, and an hour later when little Javier races to his room to wake him he finds the empty room, a sadness on his face that Lai is not there to hug away.
~*~*~*~*~
The head of his unit gave Lai the same old speech upon his return, Laisander's habit of spending time on earth without checking in an old issue but not one the arch angel really has a problem with. Lai took the speech in stride, promised to do better next time, and over the following week did his best to stay in line. Near the weeks end he headed home to spend time with his family, all the while unable to shake his thoughts about the demon. It isn't until he leaves home and heads back to work that he realizes he has to do something.
~*~*~*~*~
Looking over his personal log Lai notes that he has actually quite a few of off days that he has racked up over the years. 'I could use these. . .' he muses. Biting his lip he looks around the room, most of his bunk mates either eating or gossiping, a few playing ball and horsing around. Normally this would irritate him but at the moment he's actually glad that they are not bothered by the same thoughts plaguing his own mind. 'I'm actually kinda glad that they can goof off right now. . .Almost makes me with I could too. . .But this. . .' Pressing his fingers to his forehead he lets his lip go and a long breath hisses out between his teeth. A few angels look at him funny, but they all know he's antisocial and don't bother to ask what's up.
With his log in hand Lai hops down from his bed and heads to the unit captain. He arranges two days off starting the moment the request is in. As soon as everything is in place the captain raises an eyebrow curiously. “Didn't get enough of you family during leave?”
Lai simply stares at the man until he shrugs and walks away. 'Sorry, but any answer I would have given would have sounded so guilty. . .' With that he races out of the facility and makes for the nearest gate. Once outside he heads to earth, staying in the clouds until he's where he wants to be. It is a sunny morning at the church but he lands a good mile and a half away for obvious reasons. He takes his time getting there, his clothes the same as before but a bit cleaner now that he doesn't have to hide so much. He also takes the time to package his aura, not wanting it to send the priest into a frenzy on sight.
Walking into the shopping area along the road he pretends to look at a few things before making his way towards the church. The sound of children is like music to his ears and he makes his way around to the side yard where the younger children are playing. 'Must be after morning chores already' As soon as they spot him watching several of them squeal and race to greet him. 'What can I say, I love kids, and kids love me' He laughs, ruffling hair here, patting back there, returning hugs best he can while still standing. Javier actually climbs like a monkey up his side until Lai props him properly against his hip. “Well, seems like I've been missed!” He says cheerily, glancing at the nearest wall and wondering how the demon is going to react.
“We were afraid you were gone for good!” a girl pipes up.
“Yeah, you were just gone, like magic!” Says a young boy hanging off his free hand.
“Javier cried!” The group laughs at the declaration and the boy in question begins denying it vehemently. After a few seconds he wriggles his way of of the angel's grip to go chase his accusers and Lai laughs happily.
“Children are such gifts. . .” he murmurs, watching them play fight, running around with abandon, their innocence like bright shiny stars.
When the beast goes back to ignoring him completely Kir-Kon wonders if he should push his luck. After all, there is not guarantee that the ward is still working properly, or that tying anything more with the beast would be worth the risk. However after several long minutes he decides to try out an old technique the elder had taught him, just to see if he could pull it off on something other than a buck or any other animal. Standing slowly he keeps talking, moving around and around the critter. “You know, those really do look too tight. Maybe you should stay away from the village from now on. I know it's different and maybe even a little interesting at time,s but most humans don't want you kind around. Unless they can tame you. I bet that's what they were trying to do. In fact, I am sure of it now that I think about it.”
As he walks on he pauses, stepping back every so often to give the beast a bit more space, his mind on the task even as his lips continue to flap. 'I wonder if I'm annoying it. I wouldn't be surprised. . .What do I even plan on doing if I can touch it? Who knows, maybe it'll try and eat me, or turn out to just want to flee, or a good scratch. Who knows. . .' Each circles brings him in a little bit closer, his eyes locked on the beast for any sign of discomfort. He walks as softly as he can and having spent a lot of time in the woods, and being barefoot, it's relatively quite in the near deathly silent woods. “So, did you scare away all the other things in the area? That would make sense, I mean, you8 are different. I have seen squirrels attack an albino squirrel and kill it. Only time I've ever seen it. I can only assume that's because it was different. Seems like tolerance is just not the way of the world. There are exceptions, but hey, if everyone accepted everyone else, the world would be boring, no?”
Even as he says this flashes of his own life pass before his eyes. All the times he'd come home covered in blood, or had to hide a wound just so he could finish his work and get the money he needed to survive. He recalls his own exception, her old wrinkled face understanding and so expressionative. She'd tried often to get him to smile, and only rarely succeeded. Never around others. Smiling around others got him in trouble, people thinking he was laughing at them, which of course is unacceptable. They can laugh at one another, but not him. He's too far down on the totem poll. He does not mourn his life, seeing as he still has it, but at the same time ha can not help but wonder every now and then about the why.
“I had someone to answer these questions, but I never asked. I accept my life the way it is, and there is no real reason to wonder. I may have a crappy life, but it's a live. The elder always said that living your life is what's most important. . .Sometimes I wondered if it meant something different than what I thought, but then when I think of that, I get all depressed that she's not around to ask. Ah well, that is the way of things. People leave, whether to move on to the next town, the next adventure, or the next life. Everyone moves on eventually. . .” He's finally close enough now, and with a slow gently movement he reaches out to touch the beast.
He retracts his hand slowly, not wanting to move too suddenly. A moment later it rolls and he reaches out once more to touch the beast, his movements slow and calm, his voice still low and quiet. The feel of it's fur between his fingers is a pleasant one, and he's careful not to touch the ropes last it think he's trying to use them like the men from the village. He also keeps his eyes down, knowing that dogs feel challenged if you stare. However at this nearness he realizes there are no eyes to stare back into. He retracts his hand again and continues talking, praying the beast won't attack. “You have some nice fur, I like the feel. It's filthy of course, but that's to be expected. Seems like you got dragged around a bit. . . .”
As his mouth continues to run he moves on to the next step in his crazy escapade. Slowly reaching out again he brushes over a rope, withdraws his hand, then repeats the motion. The beast does not seem too happy about the touching but when it does not out right try and attack him he shifts ever so slightly and begins loosening the ropes, letting them fall limp after the knots are undone. “I would pull them off you know but I don't think something sliding around under you body would feel all that comforting, and I'd rather not make you mad right now.”
When he shifts around to the back legs where a couple ropes look a little tangled the beast snaps at him, making him freeze. “It's okay guy, if you are a guy. You make me think of one, but that could be wrong. I just need to get these off you here.” He moves again after a minute and manages to get the ropes off his limbs. The last knot is near the base of the beast's skull, but with slow deft movements he manages to get the knot out and lean back carefully without losing a hand. As quietly as possible he sits down in the grass, watching and wondering what the best will do, his dull eyes looking almost bored despite his interest, and his voice still going.
As he walks on he pauses, stepping back every so often to give the beast a bit more space, his mind on the task even as his lips continue to flap. 'I wonder if I'm annoying it. I wouldn't be surprised. . .What do I even plan on doing if I can touch it? Who knows, maybe it'll try and eat me, or turn out to just want to flee, or a good scratch. Who knows. . .' Each circles brings him in a little bit closer, his eyes locked on the beast for any sign of discomfort. He walks as softly as he can and having spent a lot of time in the woods, and being barefoot, it's relatively quite in the near deathly silent woods. “So, did you scare away all the other things in the area? That would make sense, I mean, you8 are different. I have seen squirrels attack an albino squirrel and kill it. Only time I've ever seen it. I can only assume that's because it was different. Seems like tolerance is just not the way of the world. There are exceptions, but hey, if everyone accepted everyone else, the world would be boring, no?”
Even as he says this flashes of his own life pass before his eyes. All the times he'd come home covered in blood, or had to hide a wound just so he could finish his work and get the money he needed to survive. He recalls his own exception, her old wrinkled face understanding and so expressionative. She'd tried often to get him to smile, and only rarely succeeded. Never around others. Smiling around others got him in trouble, people thinking he was laughing at them, which of course is unacceptable. They can laugh at one another, but not him. He's too far down on the totem poll. He does not mourn his life, seeing as he still has it, but at the same time ha can not help but wonder every now and then about the why.
“I had someone to answer these questions, but I never asked. I accept my life the way it is, and there is no real reason to wonder. I may have a crappy life, but it's a live. The elder always said that living your life is what's most important. . .Sometimes I wondered if it meant something different than what I thought, but then when I think of that, I get all depressed that she's not around to ask. Ah well, that is the way of things. People leave, whether to move on to the next town, the next adventure, or the next life. Everyone moves on eventually. . .” He's finally close enough now, and with a slow gently movement he reaches out to touch the beast.
He retracts his hand slowly, not wanting to move too suddenly. A moment later it rolls and he reaches out once more to touch the beast, his movements slow and calm, his voice still low and quiet. The feel of it's fur between his fingers is a pleasant one, and he's careful not to touch the ropes last it think he's trying to use them like the men from the village. He also keeps his eyes down, knowing that dogs feel challenged if you stare. However at this nearness he realizes there are no eyes to stare back into. He retracts his hand again and continues talking, praying the beast won't attack. “You have some nice fur, I like the feel. It's filthy of course, but that's to be expected. Seems like you got dragged around a bit. . . .”
As his mouth continues to run he moves on to the next step in his crazy escapade. Slowly reaching out again he brushes over a rope, withdraws his hand, then repeats the motion. The beast does not seem too happy about the touching but when it does not out right try and attack him he shifts ever so slightly and begins loosening the ropes, letting them fall limp after the knots are undone. “I would pull them off you know but I don't think something sliding around under you body would feel all that comforting, and I'd rather not make you mad right now.”
When he shifts around to the back legs where a couple ropes look a little tangled the beast snaps at him, making him freeze. “It's okay guy, if you are a guy. You make me think of one, but that could be wrong. I just need to get these off you here.” He moves again after a minute and manages to get the ropes off his limbs. The last knot is near the base of the beast's skull, but with slow deft movements he manages to get the knot out and lean back carefully without losing a hand. As quietly as possible he sits down in the grass, watching and wondering what the best will do, his dull eyes looking almost bored despite his interest, and his voice still going.
Akito nods with a half smile. “Yes, according to the element wheel, wherever you start there is a natural walk around the wheel that will make learning easier. . .” Before being rejected as a mage, the soldier had done some studying, and at this very moment is very glad he did. 'He's right, this is something we can talk about without me feeling completely out of my element, forgive the pun' With a smile he nods once more at Hiro's question. Closing his eyes so he can see the wheel clearly he bites his lip gently, trying to recall it exactly.
“If you started at either light or fire and now know them both, the next one for you to learn is wind, which stokes the fire, and after that earth which turns the wind back. They are opposing forces, but when moving to the other side of the wheel there is bound to be friction. Wind and earth cause the least friction to one another.” Taking a slow breath, he moves on. After is water, which is cradled by earth and wares it down, and the last in the wheel for you would be dark, which swallows everything else.” He opens his eyes, looking rather calm with a faint smile on his lips.
“I don't know much beyond that, the images more easy to recall than the words.” Looking at his hands he fidgets a bit, watching Hiro rearrange a stack of books out of the corner of his eye. “A lot of people are encouraged to start with light since the most frictioning forces are light and dark, Starting anywhere else on the wheel means having to learn light right after dark which could strain all your other masteries. . .Not that I've met many who know more than two. I think it's amazing really. . .” Looking back up as the prince takes his seat he does his best to keep his calm and look at Hiro's face.
Akito watches with open delight as the prince proceeds with another show, clapping and offering the prince smiles with each new design. He'd never imagined magic being used so creatively and somewhere in the back of his mind wonders if one day they could sculpt together, perhaps use his magic to help Akito create the images in his head. The knock on the door makes him jump slightly, his hand going to his weapon, his head whipping around to look. Despite being able to recognize the noise rather quickly, Akito had grown up in tents. No doors to knock on making the sound a new addition to his understanding of the world.
Already on edge the prince's sudden movement, not to mention touching him after a faint burning feeling, Akito reacts on instinct. His right hand snaps out and grabs the young man's wrist and with an expert tug and twist he turns Hiro around, pulling his arm up behind his back in a slightly painful manner. However the second he hears the servant speak he snaps out of his funk, his heart fit to explode in terror at what he's just done. With a panicked, “Forgive me.” he releases the prince and flees the room, expertly dodging the servant and racing like lightning through the hallways. Without thinking he makes his way back to the outdoor training area, but he doesn't stop there.
Not a dozen paces away from one side is the boarder of the thick forest growing around the palace and grounds and without thinking he flies off into it, not stopping until the darkness is all around him. Like a monkey he races up a barely visible tree, going high enough to see a faint light above and still be on a branch that can support him. As soon as he stops moving, he curls into a little ball and tries not to imagine what's going to happen to him for attacking, or at least painfully restraining, a member of the royal family.
“If you started at either light or fire and now know them both, the next one for you to learn is wind, which stokes the fire, and after that earth which turns the wind back. They are opposing forces, but when moving to the other side of the wheel there is bound to be friction. Wind and earth cause the least friction to one another.” Taking a slow breath, he moves on. After is water, which is cradled by earth and wares it down, and the last in the wheel for you would be dark, which swallows everything else.” He opens his eyes, looking rather calm with a faint smile on his lips.
“I don't know much beyond that, the images more easy to recall than the words.” Looking at his hands he fidgets a bit, watching Hiro rearrange a stack of books out of the corner of his eye. “A lot of people are encouraged to start with light since the most frictioning forces are light and dark, Starting anywhere else on the wheel means having to learn light right after dark which could strain all your other masteries. . .Not that I've met many who know more than two. I think it's amazing really. . .” Looking back up as the prince takes his seat he does his best to keep his calm and look at Hiro's face.
Akito watches with open delight as the prince proceeds with another show, clapping and offering the prince smiles with each new design. He'd never imagined magic being used so creatively and somewhere in the back of his mind wonders if one day they could sculpt together, perhaps use his magic to help Akito create the images in his head. The knock on the door makes him jump slightly, his hand going to his weapon, his head whipping around to look. Despite being able to recognize the noise rather quickly, Akito had grown up in tents. No doors to knock on making the sound a new addition to his understanding of the world.
Already on edge the prince's sudden movement, not to mention touching him after a faint burning feeling, Akito reacts on instinct. His right hand snaps out and grabs the young man's wrist and with an expert tug and twist he turns Hiro around, pulling his arm up behind his back in a slightly painful manner. However the second he hears the servant speak he snaps out of his funk, his heart fit to explode in terror at what he's just done. With a panicked, “Forgive me.” he releases the prince and flees the room, expertly dodging the servant and racing like lightning through the hallways. Without thinking he makes his way back to the outdoor training area, but he doesn't stop there.
Not a dozen paces away from one side is the boarder of the thick forest growing around the palace and grounds and without thinking he flies off into it, not stopping until the darkness is all around him. Like a monkey he races up a barely visible tree, going high enough to see a faint light above and still be on a branch that can support him. As soon as he stops moving, he curls into a little ball and tries not to imagine what's going to happen to him for attacking, or at least painfully restraining, a member of the royal family.
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