Pouting daintily, Momoko looked up at Ryuu with a mixture of relief and distaste. She most certainly was not interested in something like him. At the same time, however, she didn't want to clean the tub herself. Ah, the daily struggles of being a maid. She deserved to have her own biography, preferably written by a ghost writer. Then again, wouldn't they envy her for being alive? Perhaps not the best idea ever.
Tucking a strand of fair hair behind an ear, Momoko nodded. "Yes. Some assistance would be much appreciated, thank you very much." She breathed rather sternly. Eyes darting nervously to the tub and to her charming tormentor, the kurakasa picked up her umbrella and leaned against the sink, quickly rinsing her hands off and arching an eyebrow expectantly.
Sakuya tapped a finger on his chin thoughtfully, once Kaori had left. "It means a kitsune has appeared and was attacked by a creature of unknown origin." Sakuya answered dryly and utterly without tact, though it may have all been in good spirits. "I fought said creature. Nothing extraordinary, though it's limbs were the only thing I got a good look at,"
"Haruki is fine. Probably. And you sound worried. Don't be, who would be foolish enough to attack a house full of youkai?"
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Things were going a little too smoothly IC for my liking and I kinda wanted to spice it up. Recruiting people seems to be going terribly, so we can just reshuffle the teams once we have established who is active and who isn't.
Chezka, I guess we can do out first mission as a duet. Hopefully we can uhm... replace Hao sometime after that. Also, I was not being rash, we waited long enough for Ekirei.
Smiling casually and returning the girl's fist bump, Dirge was about to engage in small talk but his teeth began to chatter. That was odd, did the temperature just drop? Storm or no storm, it was late afternoon, almost evening. It was also Spring, so there was no place for the cold. Rubbing his arms in a sorry attempt to keep them warm, the brunette chuckled as he looked around. So everyone felt it. "I wonder where our third guy is, huh? He's probably in the wrong group..." Dirge looked around curiously, spotting a few disorganized people without a group. So this was it! He was about to be a ranger. No more school, no more event less days of counting the dots on the ceiling. He felt like nothing could kill his mood.
"Okay everyone, ready to make a pledge?" Viva yelled loudly. There was a positive chorus of shouts. Dirge cheered with a single hand. "Okay. Now hold up your capture stylers like this," She continued, holding up her own like a sword pointed toward the sky. " 'Kay now repeat after me. I solemnly swear from this point onward to be courageous and fight the forces of evil, to not let any emotions or personal interests get in the way of my duty, and to protect the innocent; people or pokemon." Just then a wave of white light flashed from Viva's styler, and all the trainee's own glowed.
Dirge let out a startled cry as his capture styler zapped him with an electric shock. Though it stung only a bit, the boy dropped his weapon onto the ground. Hesitantly, he picked it back up. "The vibration signifies that y6ou are all registered rangers; only you can use your own styler. Keep this in mind if you wanna live. So when you use them you just twirl 'em in a circular path... Well, live and learn, I guess. " Annemarie walked over to a large bulletin board in the center of the bungalows, where several pieces of paper were. She picked some and then handed them out to each group. "These are some fairly easy missions you are expected to accomplish. As easy as ranger missions get, anyways. You leave in a few hours, so until then do whatever. Meet at the docks at sundown. The painted numbers on the bungalows are the same to the numbers of your squads, so have fun figuring that out. Alright, everyone, dismissed."
Everyone seemed to speak among their own groups and try to get to know each other better. "So we're all rangers now, huh? I've been looking forward to this for almost two months..." He mused aloud, just as he saw a hooded boy making his way over to them. "Oh, look, Noah! That's probably Hao." Staring at him blankly for a bit, Dirge's eyes narrowed as it got even colder. But the sun was still out, and there were no clouds in the sky... And then it came. Transparent at first, the monster began to take a solid form. With a bulbous, grey body, with a yellow zigzag band around it's belly and two glowing yellow eyes on its center. There was a head, and a single ominous eye. The thing had a disk-like antennae on its head and two humanoid arms. The pokemon floated, though not at all in a cute kind of way.
Dirge's mouth fell open and he wanted to scream, or run. While dusknoir were fascinating in books, they were so big in real life, so... scary. It let out a low moan and the newly appointed ranger was paralyzed with fear. All was silent except for those eerie moans. Then it drifted toward the rangers, closer... closer... It made strange static radio noises as it got closer, but in a language no one could understand. Its presence was heavy, and as it's hands brushed against the grass, the life was sucked from it. The closest unfortunate person to be near it was... Hao. Slowly, slowly, the monster approached the boy and before he could do anything to react, slammed him into the ground with a large hand, the pried the knocked out ranger's mouth open. With a sucking sound, the dusknoir's mouth opened and an aurora-like stream went from Hao's mouth to the opening. With a distraught cry, a styler came flying at the pokemon. It went inside the mouth, and immediately the ghost began... coughing and gagging? Eventually, it spit the styler out, as well as Hao's spirit. However, the spirit dispersed into the air. With an angry bellow, Dusknoir began harnessing energy in it's mouth and prepared to fire. Folling suit, Kyler hurled his own styler into the monster's eye. Slowly, it faded out of existence, but the damage was already done.
Hao was dead. Dirge's eyes widened a bit more and he felt sobered. Did he... just witness a murder?
"Okay everyone, ready to make a pledge?" Viva yelled loudly. There was a positive chorus of shouts. Dirge cheered with a single hand. "Okay. Now hold up your capture stylers like this," She continued, holding up her own like a sword pointed toward the sky. " 'Kay now repeat after me. I solemnly swear from this point onward to be courageous and fight the forces of evil, to not let any emotions or personal interests get in the way of my duty, and to protect the innocent; people or pokemon." Just then a wave of white light flashed from Viva's styler, and all the trainee's own glowed.
Dirge let out a startled cry as his capture styler zapped him with an electric shock. Though it stung only a bit, the boy dropped his weapon onto the ground. Hesitantly, he picked it back up. "The vibration signifies that y6ou are all registered rangers; only you can use your own styler. Keep this in mind if you wanna live. So when you use them you just twirl 'em in a circular path... Well, live and learn, I guess. " Annemarie walked over to a large bulletin board in the center of the bungalows, where several pieces of paper were. She picked some and then handed them out to each group. "These are some fairly easy missions you are expected to accomplish. As easy as ranger missions get, anyways. You leave in a few hours, so until then do whatever. Meet at the docks at sundown. The painted numbers on the bungalows are the same to the numbers of your squads, so have fun figuring that out. Alright, everyone, dismissed."
Everyone seemed to speak among their own groups and try to get to know each other better. "So we're all rangers now, huh? I've been looking forward to this for almost two months..." He mused aloud, just as he saw a hooded boy making his way over to them. "Oh, look, Noah! That's probably Hao." Staring at him blankly for a bit, Dirge's eyes narrowed as it got even colder. But the sun was still out, and there were no clouds in the sky... And then it came. Transparent at first, the monster began to take a solid form. With a bulbous, grey body, with a yellow zigzag band around it's belly and two glowing yellow eyes on its center. There was a head, and a single ominous eye. The thing had a disk-like antennae on its head and two humanoid arms. The pokemon floated, though not at all in a cute kind of way.
Dirge's mouth fell open and he wanted to scream, or run. While dusknoir were fascinating in books, they were so big in real life, so... scary. It let out a low moan and the newly appointed ranger was paralyzed with fear. All was silent except for those eerie moans. Then it drifted toward the rangers, closer... closer... It made strange static radio noises as it got closer, but in a language no one could understand. Its presence was heavy, and as it's hands brushed against the grass, the life was sucked from it. The closest unfortunate person to be near it was... Hao. Slowly, slowly, the monster approached the boy and before he could do anything to react, slammed him into the ground with a large hand, the pried the knocked out ranger's mouth open. With a sucking sound, the dusknoir's mouth opened and an aurora-like stream went from Hao's mouth to the opening. With a distraught cry, a styler came flying at the pokemon. It went inside the mouth, and immediately the ghost began... coughing and gagging? Eventually, it spit the styler out, as well as Hao's spirit. However, the spirit dispersed into the air. With an angry bellow, Dusknoir began harnessing energy in it's mouth and prepared to fire. Folling suit, Kyler hurled his own styler into the monster's eye. Slowly, it faded out of existence, but the damage was already done.
Hao was dead. Dirge's eyes widened a bit more and he felt sobered. Did he... just witness a murder?
Yeah I'll post in a bit had a lot to catch up on.
I know, it's been so laggy!
Sorry, I've been unbeliveably busy as of late. I'm going to be active once more, though! :D
Usually it was foggy, but this time, everything was clear. Normally, Frey saw himself from third person- but this time he was seeing with his own eyes. Or... rather, as close as he could to his own eyes when he was in a dream. Most frightening of all was that Frey was splashing around in a sea of thick black water. Or, judging by the way it felt, was more tar than water. The prince struggled to stay afloat.
Soon, the tar began to burn into his skin. He screamed, but in reality barely made a peep. His skin began to bubble, as if someone was pouring hot oil onto it. "You know not what true suffering is... Prince Frey...." Chorused several deep voices in sync. He felt something wrap around his leg and pull him down, screaming all the while. And then... he stopped.
Why bother struggling? The outcome would be the same. Frey felt a deep sense of insignificance. There was no point in struggling. No matter what, he would always be cursed. No matter what, he would always be seen as a monster... a brat. Even in his nightmare he could hear Augustine and Cassius' angry voices, telling him never to come back. There was no point in disobeying... The tar began to smite him, and Frey didn't so much as twitch.
And then there was clarity. To hell with this 'acceptance' bullshit! He was the one and only Prince Frey! He who had enough guts to disobey the king, and who survived every night, despite the fact he met monsters. He had never been one to lie down and take it, so why start today? That was just who he was- a rebel, a fighter, a prince. Flailing frantically, Frey registered the pain, but fought anyways. It wasn't long before he began blinking his eyes open, feeling wet.
Frey's skin was normal, and he wasn't in any pain. However, he was soaked in water. Had it rained again? Frey's orange eyes met gleaming golden ones. The prince flinched as he took in the strange creature. Though appearing an nearly every aspect a boy no older than he was, he had shadowy grey skin and sharp fangs. His hair was a shiny white color. Most distinct were the big pointy ears the other male had. He wore a tunic of some sort and in his hands held an upside down urn. It was then Frey realized that this thing- whatever it was- had poured water on him.
The prince jerked up, eyes aflame and fists clenched. "You little shit! You drenched me!" He shouted. The other boy flinched and backed away a little, but kept his stony expression. Then, Frey realized something. If this male hadn't poured water on him, then he would still be trapped in a nightmare. His gaze softened and Frey flushed from embrassment. "Ah, thank you. I apologize..." He said as regally as he could. The other male only nodded.
Then he touched their hands together and Frey heard a voice echo in his mind. Happy to be of assistance, your majesty... It was a very deep voice, one that the male didn't look like he had. "You're an elf, correct? Do you live in this forest?" The elf drew back his hand and shook his head. Frey noticed how dirty the almost black elf was. "Then... why are you here?"
The elf stared at him for a painfully long time, and looked like he was going to cry then, suddenly, he spoke. His voice was much more youthful and not as deep as his telepathic voice. His words were duty and unsure, as if he hadn't spoken for a long, long time. "I... am a dark elf... your kind helped the white elves destroy us..." Frey's eyes lit up in realization. That's right, the human kingdoms drove the dark elves into the northern countries, to where they could not survive. They weren't built for such things. The dark elves scattered into different parts of the world, in hiding...
"Then why the hell did you help me?" Frey demanded rudely, not caring about being kind. The elf, who was roguishly handsome in a scary kind of way, shurgged emotionlessly. "You... needed... help... and I .... I want a favor from you...." Frey scoffed, but his eyes were soft. "Will you... will you... Will, you..." The elf couldn't seem to get it out, frustratedly, he touched his hand to Frey's once more. "Will you give us a home?"
Frey was silent. "I'm not the king, I'm only a prince."
"But surely you will inherit the crown." The young man laughed weakly.
"Not likely, elf,"
"My name is Sverre. You smell of royal blood."
"I am Prince Frey. And I make no promises, dark elf. After all, it was your kind who released a plague into my kingdom centuries ago."
"That has nothing to do with you and me."
Frey bit his lip. "Alright, I'll think about it. But that's even considering that I become king." Then, yanking his hand free, Frey began to walk away. Sverre began laughing hoarsely before catching up and laying a palm on Frey's back. "Your highness, do you honestly believe that you are capable of traversing the forest alone? If you are unsure, you are in dent to me. The curse you are under is very visible to me. If you promise to give me and my people a home, I will serve as your guardian." Frey rolled his eyes mockingly.
"And what would I need a guardian for?" He asked, unsure if Sverre could protect him from his nightmares.
"You are a poorly behaved prince. You will need me if you even hope to inherit the crown." Frey bit his lip, but saw where the dark elf was coming from. "I see. Alright, I'll let you tag along." He said, akin to his nature, rudely. Then, the dark elf perked up, as if he heard something. "Frey, I hear someone calling you."
"Take me to whoever it is. " He demanded, feeling ready for anything.
Soon, the tar began to burn into his skin. He screamed, but in reality barely made a peep. His skin began to bubble, as if someone was pouring hot oil onto it. "You know not what true suffering is... Prince Frey...." Chorused several deep voices in sync. He felt something wrap around his leg and pull him down, screaming all the while. And then... he stopped.
Why bother struggling? The outcome would be the same. Frey felt a deep sense of insignificance. There was no point in struggling. No matter what, he would always be cursed. No matter what, he would always be seen as a monster... a brat. Even in his nightmare he could hear Augustine and Cassius' angry voices, telling him never to come back. There was no point in disobeying... The tar began to smite him, and Frey didn't so much as twitch.
And then there was clarity. To hell with this 'acceptance' bullshit! He was the one and only Prince Frey! He who had enough guts to disobey the king, and who survived every night, despite the fact he met monsters. He had never been one to lie down and take it, so why start today? That was just who he was- a rebel, a fighter, a prince. Flailing frantically, Frey registered the pain, but fought anyways. It wasn't long before he began blinking his eyes open, feeling wet.
Frey's skin was normal, and he wasn't in any pain. However, he was soaked in water. Had it rained again? Frey's orange eyes met gleaming golden ones. The prince flinched as he took in the strange creature. Though appearing an nearly every aspect a boy no older than he was, he had shadowy grey skin and sharp fangs. His hair was a shiny white color. Most distinct were the big pointy ears the other male had. He wore a tunic of some sort and in his hands held an upside down urn. It was then Frey realized that this thing- whatever it was- had poured water on him.
The prince jerked up, eyes aflame and fists clenched. "You little shit! You drenched me!" He shouted. The other boy flinched and backed away a little, but kept his stony expression. Then, Frey realized something. If this male hadn't poured water on him, then he would still be trapped in a nightmare. His gaze softened and Frey flushed from embrassment. "Ah, thank you. I apologize..." He said as regally as he could. The other male only nodded.
Then he touched their hands together and Frey heard a voice echo in his mind. Happy to be of assistance, your majesty... It was a very deep voice, one that the male didn't look like he had. "You're an elf, correct? Do you live in this forest?" The elf drew back his hand and shook his head. Frey noticed how dirty the almost black elf was. "Then... why are you here?"
The elf stared at him for a painfully long time, and looked like he was going to cry then, suddenly, he spoke. His voice was much more youthful and not as deep as his telepathic voice. His words were duty and unsure, as if he hadn't spoken for a long, long time. "I... am a dark elf... your kind helped the white elves destroy us..." Frey's eyes lit up in realization. That's right, the human kingdoms drove the dark elves into the northern countries, to where they could not survive. They weren't built for such things. The dark elves scattered into different parts of the world, in hiding...
"Then why the hell did you help me?" Frey demanded rudely, not caring about being kind. The elf, who was roguishly handsome in a scary kind of way, shurgged emotionlessly. "You... needed... help... and I .... I want a favor from you...." Frey scoffed, but his eyes were soft. "Will you... will you... Will, you..." The elf couldn't seem to get it out, frustratedly, he touched his hand to Frey's once more. "Will you give us a home?"
Frey was silent. "I'm not the king, I'm only a prince."
"But surely you will inherit the crown." The young man laughed weakly.
"Not likely, elf,"
"My name is Sverre. You smell of royal blood."
"I am Prince Frey. And I make no promises, dark elf. After all, it was your kind who released a plague into my kingdom centuries ago."
"That has nothing to do with you and me."
Frey bit his lip. "Alright, I'll think about it. But that's even considering that I become king." Then, yanking his hand free, Frey began to walk away. Sverre began laughing hoarsely before catching up and laying a palm on Frey's back. "Your highness, do you honestly believe that you are capable of traversing the forest alone? If you are unsure, you are in dent to me. The curse you are under is very visible to me. If you promise to give me and my people a home, I will serve as your guardian." Frey rolled his eyes mockingly.
"And what would I need a guardian for?" He asked, unsure if Sverre could protect him from his nightmares.
"You are a poorly behaved prince. You will need me if you even hope to inherit the crown." Frey bit his lip, but saw where the dark elf was coming from. "I see. Alright, I'll let you tag along." He said, akin to his nature, rudely. Then, the dark elf perked up, as if he heard something. "Frey, I hear someone calling you."
"Take me to whoever it is. " He demanded, feeling ready for anything.
Alright, well I have summer homework to do, but I'll be 110x more active!
After scrubbing the kitsune, Sakuya rinsed his hands with the faucet and guestured for Ryuu to hand him the towel, ignoring his dead-pan stare. Sighing, the head butler offered, "I'll play with you later." Before going back to giving the injured creature all of his attention. After drying the little mammal, Sakuya had Ryuu bandage him. Momoko wrung her hands nervously, until Sakuya stood up, with the little fox wrapped in the towel like a baby. The bathwater was a murky brownish red color. "We are going to go give our... guest a place to stay. Be a dear and clean the tub, will you?" The Nekomata ordered gently as he walked out of the bathroom and headed to the room Kaede and Kaori had prepared.
Grimacing, Momoko tried cleaning the tub by waving her parasol, to no avail. Biting her lip, the kurakasa accepted she would have to get her hands dirty. Slowly, she placed her parasol by the sink and, squeezing her eyes shut, pulled the drain and drained the tub. Exhaling laboriously, the girl plopped down on the floor as if she had accomplished an amazing feat.
The pink-haired butler cradled the fox to him as he traversed to the other side of the house, in mild amusement that a youkai had appeared so near to their residence. Perhaps someone was attracting all the bad luck. Though it was potentially dangerous, Sakuya chuckled. A house full of youkai was nothing to scoff at.
Tracking down Kaori and Kaede through the sounds they made, Sakuya gently opened the door and smiled politely. "Here is our little guest," he said, placing the kitsune on the bed and gently unwrapping the towel. Once the head butler was sure he looked comfortable, he nodded and led the others out."We should allow him some rest."
Yawning, a certain redhead jerked on his pajamas and stumbled into his bedroom. It was already dark inside, but he didn't make a move to close the curtain. Instead, he just rolled onto his bed and pulled the thick blanket onto him, falling asleep in a matter of minutes and thinking about the fox he had found.
Grimacing, Momoko tried cleaning the tub by waving her parasol, to no avail. Biting her lip, the kurakasa accepted she would have to get her hands dirty. Slowly, she placed her parasol by the sink and, squeezing her eyes shut, pulled the drain and drained the tub. Exhaling laboriously, the girl plopped down on the floor as if she had accomplished an amazing feat.
The pink-haired butler cradled the fox to him as he traversed to the other side of the house, in mild amusement that a youkai had appeared so near to their residence. Perhaps someone was attracting all the bad luck. Though it was potentially dangerous, Sakuya chuckled. A house full of youkai was nothing to scoff at.
Tracking down Kaori and Kaede through the sounds they made, Sakuya gently opened the door and smiled politely. "Here is our little guest," he said, placing the kitsune on the bed and gently unwrapping the towel. Once the head butler was sure he looked comfortable, he nodded and led the others out."We should allow him some rest."
Yawning, a certain redhead jerked on his pajamas and stumbled into his bedroom. It was already dark inside, but he didn't make a move to close the curtain. Instead, he just rolled onto his bed and pulled the thick blanket onto him, falling asleep in a matter of minutes and thinking about the fox he had found.
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