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Current "An apology is a promise to do things differently next time, and to keep the promise." - Ging Freecss
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“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” ― Nikola Tesla
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“I think and think for months and years. Ninety-nine times, the conclusion is false. The hundredth time I am right.” – Albert Einstein
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“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” ― Rumi
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“Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls, and asks the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer.” ― Javik
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@Crimson Lion Gotcha. After you post again, I'll just follow Double inside.
* * After School * *

Natsu was unusually frustrated. Normally he would be prying into one of his brother's secret dairy entries, gaining some insight into his brother's troubles but fear had grasped him now. He'd come too close to his own ire. Truthfully, it made him panic. He hadn't liked it.

Tucked away in the library, Natsu finished up his griping and with tightened fist gazed up at a Gunpla poster outside that hollow cathedral. His mind had registered that it was a club but all he had cared about was letting loose some stress. On his hip, in a hard black case was Echo Barbatos. He carried it around him just to feel closer to his brother but now it would get some real use.

He waited at the door of the Gunpla Club room. Crouched by it entrance, he rested with a dull, uninterested look on his face.

Just this once and I won't get it scuffed up. I promise ...
@Crimson Lion Sorry it was so long. I had started on an intro post before noticing the day had skipped ahead.
"Hey, Natsu ..." Yuma's healthy voice came to life after a sterile pause. "So this is the tenth file ... I think. You know me, I'm not all that good at keeping track of things." His long-lost, vibrant chuckle stuttered out before rambled on about his impending doom.

Natsu clenched his pocketed fist, though his expression, unmoved and etched in stone, was still indifferent. It had been far too long since he had heard Yuma's true laughter. Far, far too long. He looked up between his sky-hued bangs while his same-colored eyes peered at the partially opened door of some poor patient.

A nurse and doctor walked in tandem as they continued some medical discussion. The words were jumbled, nothing coherent. Except the word "lung" which was really loud to him for some reason.

Natsu eyed them till they left then stood up and headed through the floors to the hospital's exit. Yuma wasn't in the hospital yet but Natsu could see him coughing more and the subtle grasping of his chest when they were at home. It was painfully obvious that slowly, he was getting worse, and yet Natsu chose to ignore it.

* * *


"You gotta believe that all this happened for a reason. I'm dead. You can't change it, I couldn't stop it, but ... you have to believe that its' okay."

Natsu plucked the earphones from his face before tucking them next to his phone in his pocket. "Its not okay," he muttered in front of his apartment complex, contemplating if he could stomach the guilt, anguish, and chaos that swelled inside.

* * April 26th * *


Natsu moved through the crowd like a specter, unnoticed and downtrodden. No one asked him how he was doing. If he had needed a shoulder or an ear. No one cared; he was used to thinking that before. Now ... Now his mind worked tirelessly to overcome some mental mixture of chaos. It pushed back everything unnecessary and brought clarity to his three most important duties.

His brother: Yuma, Gunpla battle, and his own stability.

As he passed through the early morning hall, where silence reigned, he listened intently to the eleventh file.

"File eleven. I smoked too much..."

That was all he needed to hear before snatching the earphones from his ears and sliding his phone to the furthest side of the hallway. Though his eyes remained unmoved, his breathing had sped up. He stared at the old phone for a long moment.
@Crimson Lion That was dope.

I think I'll make a small post just showcasing him. Then the next day, he'll make his full appearance at the school. He's usually hard to notice, so it make sense that he'll only become prevalent once he steps up.
@Crimson Lion Well I figured it was too late to introduce him in the IC. How are you going to handle the passing days?


@Double Now I'm curious lol.

@Crimson Lion Awesome lol.


Alright, here is my entry. Hopefully its good. I think I have a pretty unique Gunpla here.

Any comments on Echo Barbatos or improvements?



Dagongere held tight to the hilt of his longsword. For all of his perusal over the incursion of Camelot, he still had very little clue on what to do. On where to trek. On one hand he had the birthright of a king, in the other he held the lives of his men -- a kingdom really -- whom all expected to return Camelot to its former golden glory. In the midst of his men training, consisting of young farmers, anything between, and veteran knights, Dagongere flourished his skills with a mock-battle finesse.

I wish for the same miracle, Dagongere thought. It's not beyond the realm of possibility. If I continue to excel, blade in hand, hope in heart, then I can bring the golden kingdom back. He could revive his birthright.

"Your Lordship," called out Palon as he approached.

The veteran knight had rustic skin and kind eyes, though his scars spoke a different story. They zigged down his hard arms, bulky, near the size of a tree trunks. It could be intimidating for most; Dagongere simply saw the man as a tall hill; strenuous to overcome but doable. It was Dagongere's sparring with Palon that had earned him his men's admiration. A risky and enticing battle from what he could remember.

"Palon, how may I be of assistance?"

"Bebon and Cairet are engaging again," he sighed with a shaking of his head. Forgive me but only you can separate those two blunderbutts."

"Right." Dagongere strode forward, his voice rising with authority as he ushered into the bed of chaos. "Cairet, Bebon, this best not be another foolish argument over a wench."
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