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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-left: 5px solid #ccbbaa; border-right: 0px solid black; border-top: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: auto;][justify][sub]so this would be uh, what, the second joining he attended? xavier came up as well, the same optimistic smile on his features. the traditional query had been asked twice. better not make it three, as it most likely would not be a charm. thus, he remained silent and awaited the character's response.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-left: 5px solid #ccbbaa; border-right: 0px solid black; border-top: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: auto;][justify][sub]the dark stocky figure of xavier would arrive almost immediately. he just so happened to be on one of the earliest patrols and the first to arrive. golden oculars scanning the territory, the male could only guess that from the emptiness, this little kid was a joiner. nonetheless, he would still have to ask him what he was doing here. "name and business?" this was the first time henry was given the opportunity to approach a newcomer like this.[/fancypost] |
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i'll take one! but you will have to make it, if that's okay? i'm in the middle of a lot of things right now
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hey ivan needs to reply to the thread i made for him and xavier. i posted the link at the top of this page
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-left: 5px solid #ccbbaa; border-right: 0px solid black; border-top: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: auto;][justify][sub]"definitely! i love it here." came the light and happy toned response. ever since he'd joined, he'd felt the warmth of family once again. that feeling that made him want to cry at times, or caused him to feel lonely. but it wasn't so bad, because he was actually growing used to this new life. "it reminds me of my old home." there was longing in his voice as he spoke, and a slightly sad look in his eyes, however, he masked this with a gleeful expression.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-left: 5px solid #ccbbaa; border-right: 0px solid black; border-top: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: auto;][justify][sub]oh. xavier remembered this kid. he happened to be there for his joining, being the first one to arrive and question his presence. he did not, however, happen to introduce himself. there wasn't really an excuse as to why, but all he could say was that he was here now. so walking over to the new fella, the male put on a kind and welcoming face. "welcome to the knights of eden. i'm xavier, by the way."[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-left: 5px solid #ccbbaa; border-right: 0px solid black; border-top: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: auto;][justify][sub]riverclan? he'd never heard of them before. the note seemed rather friendly and the invitation to the games was very tempting, however, so they must be a good group as well. though he wasn't sure whether or not he'd be attending. it depended on whether or not some of his own clanmates would. though he was kind of afraid to ask, so he'd probably skip out anyways. [/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-left: 5px solid #ccbbaa; border-right: 0px solid black; border-top: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: auto;][justify][sub]//sorry!! i was so museful for this i couldn't help it
at her reply, the male instantly remembered when she was talking about her past. he would look at her for a moment before golden oculars drifted downward, gazing thoughtfully at the ground as he contemplated his thoughts. she'd mentioned how she lived with a gang once under force, and was also forced to maim her friend. of course he would understand why she didn't want to go back to her old home. it was under depressing circumstances that she'd lived there.
least now, the girl would be able to live happy and free in the knights of eden, where such performances as that were simply intolerable. although there was a slight sadness in the air, the tension would be broken soon. a small smirk crept its way onto his maw, and eventually widened into a smile. "well at least you didn't have monsters chasing you all the time, trying to kill you. or crazy people trying to rip out your heart from your chest."
the way it sounded was actually pretty funny. he just had to come up with a way to explain it in which she would understand. it was true though. back in storybrooke, his adopted mother was the evil queen. driven by anger and sorrow, she waltzed around ripping people's hearts out and crushing them to dust. it was pretty gory.
and he couldn't forget when peter pan kidnapped him and kept him with the lost boys, hungry for the heart of the truest believer. during the time he was there, he discovered that peter pan was actually his great grandfather who longed for continuous childhood and immortality. gosh, that was quite a surprise, honestly. although there was a consistent pattern with these well-known evil villains. they all endured painful and tragic childhoods—or at least some form of loss in their lives—which became the motivation behind their actions.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-left: 5px solid #ccbbaa; border-right: 0px solid black; border-top: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: auto;][justify][sub]what? toxy left? and she just left ayano here by her lonesome? something was wrong about that picture, and yet oddly familiar. his own mother had left him when he was only a babe. of course, he forgave her for it. she had truly thought she was doing the right thing. but henry was almost sure this wasn't the case here. he'd walk on over, a frown upon his features and a rather sullen look in his eyes. at the sight of the child clinging to ivan's leg, however, his spirit seemed to brighten and the male smiled at the girl, unsure of what to do.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-left: 5px solid #ccbbaa; border-right: 0px solid black; border-top: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: auto;][justify][sub]oh. well he totally hadn't expected a response from a bear. not that there was anything wrong with them, of course. he'd simply assumed that his opponent would be. . . smaller. going against ivan would be death in itself. one massive slap to the head and bam. chances were he'd get a concussion or just fall into death, or if he was lucky, a coma.
even though these thoughts might have triggered a slight bit of fear, he still managed to hide it well. he'd look up as the big guy arrived, automatically looming over him. a big smile would form on his maw, and he'd simply laugh in reply. "xavier's the name. and that's too bad. i've always wanted to joust."[/fancypost] |
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//tracks for now
holy ursula
excuse me while i go lmao
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He really couldn't explain. He was the Ex-torturer who was sitting in his room reading a novel meant for teenage girls as a kitten clung to his gut and bump and grind played in the background.
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i'll take a thread with him!
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-left: 5px solid #ccbbaa; border-right: 0px solid black; border-top: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: auto;][justify][sub]and what on earth was this? alfred was the new leader, though he was already expressing signs of weakness. and... he was also fighting with ivan? wasn't that a bit amateur? childish, maybe? well then... this was probably the wrong time, but he was very anxious to get this over with so that he could leave. "hey, congrats alfred. i'm sure you'll make a great leader!"[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-left: 5px solid #ccbbaa; border-right: 0px solid black; border-top: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: auto;][justify][sub]at first, the male was unable to tell whether or not she was being serious. but who could blame her? what he'd said sounded way out of the ordinary, and it would seem very unlikely. heck, these were animals. their life was no different to the people who lived in the city. normal people, whose lifestyles were blinded by oblivion. but somehow he found himself in a ball of confusion, unsure of what to do, being in an animal body. it caused him to wonder... was this going to be his new life? was it indefinite that he live here in the knights of eden as a cat?
both yes and no were likely answers. yet he didn't allow himself to appear so downcast by the idea. in all honesty, it was actually really cool. he was making friends, getting to know his clanmates better, and there was something about the pretty medic that he found rather alluring. stop it henry, what are you thinking? as she looked back at him, nodding her head in approval, a small light became very distinctive in his golden eyes.
it seemed as though she were impressed by him. at least, the slightest bit, perhaps. that was all it took to send a couple of chills down his spine. he'd take a moment to shake his head as soon as she turned back around, trying to clear his mind. it wasn't easy to talk to her now that these embarrassing thoughts started to flash across his eyes. advancing in pace to catch up, he'd attempt to shrug it off. "y-eah. i-i mean thanks. it was helpful to have my real mom come back as the savior."
he needed to change the topic, quickly. this wouldn't end well if he didn't. they were having the perfect date. wait, no. this wasn't a date. oops. "so... you like the stars then?" by now, henry was feeling really awkward. and the most funny ironic aspect was the fact that he was the one making it awkward![/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-left: 5px solid #ccbbaa; border-right: 0px solid black; border-top: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: auto;][justify][sub]do you ever just sit back and wonder what life would have been like if you'd done something completely different? because i sure do.
yep. henry was thinking his head off about several different things. one of which involved girls, and his approach with them. another would be his curiosity about what kind of fate he could have written for his family and friends back in storybrooke. gosh, if he hadn't destroyed that darn pen! then again, he was reminded of the reasons that caused him to break it in the first place. the idea of writing someone else's future when they deserved the opportunity to choose for themselves... it wasn't right.
and what if regina was never really an evil queen? maybe she turned good and never cast that curse that sealed his very own fate? he would have never been born, had his mother not been sent to new york city through the magic portal. in fact, he started to wonder whether or not he'd ever known he was the next author, had none of this happened. it all seemed to make perfect sense to him now. everything that happened... it was all destiny. written by someone else.
the thought at mind did not calm him at all. perhaps he should be sighing of relief right now, pleased because he chose not to play the same governing role as the previous author had. though that wasn't entirely close to what he was thinking now. he wanted to pick up that pen and start writing. writing everyone's fate. their downfalls, their upcoming, and their happily ever after. but not once did he move from the shady spot outside of the castle.
even if he did move, the pen was broken—and as far as he knew now, gone. so now his mind was set on a memory in camelot, when sir morgan told him he would never be suitable for his daughter, violet. he told him that she deserved a strong knight to become her husband, and that a writer would never be enough. this hurt henry more than anyone ever knew. it was why he aspired to become a knight so badly. to learn how to wield a sword.[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-left: 5px solid #ccbbaa; border-right: 0px solid black; border-top: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: auto;][justify][sub]lucky for him, she didn't seem to notice his change in behavior. actually, she seemed to have her mind elsewhere. he found himself watching as she struggled up the stairs, feeling the need to help her somehow. it'd be awkward though. after all, they didn't really know each other.
as she talked about the stars being constantly there, he had to ask himself what was constant in his life. and the question got him wondering. basically, his life was like the inconstant moon. always changing with each new phase. the people changed too. they changed and moved on. sometimes for the better, and sometimes for the worse.
henry, however, saw things in a new perspective. there was hope for everyone and everything. sure, sounded a bit like a hippie's attitude. but there was nothing wrong with optimism. besides, he was actually quite awestruck by the stars. she was right, anyhow. they were constant and amazing. like no other thing in life.
"yeah. it's just a shame it isn't the same for life, right?" probably wasn't the best thing to say, but the truth was, he didn't really know what to say. he followed close behind in complete silence after that, just waiting for her to say something.
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