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 Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 5:20 pm
Week Two/Day Four (Wednesday)/Final Day of the Time Skip Time: 1:45 PM.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 7:09 pm
In the lobby of the casino hotel that the Life Owl began to frequent for the past few days sat the young man in a plush, leather seat. Like a child, he'd usually plop down into allowing the fabrics to almost literally absorb him down to where the cushions and the dust bunnies resided. This afternoon was different though and unfortunately, it was on less than desirable circumstances that drew him there. There was a broadcast on the news and the high definition television on which it was displayed only made the dismay of the situation all the more clearer. The raven haired Owl sat up in his seat, his eyes narrowed with anger and disappointment and his jaw hanging in wonder. Over the continent of Africa was a giant dome composed entirely of shadows and the skies above crackled with thunder so loud, it had pierced the lens of the camera used to record this event...
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"Not again...not again...." Elsewhere, Che sat in his room at the mid level of Will's casino hotel watching the fiasco unfurl live. His son Moli wasn't far away. The blonde was standing in the mirror in an unbuttoned red and black pinstriped shirt and a pair of dark lounge pants. Che only wore a bright lavender pair of pajama pants. Together, they watched the coverage of what was obviously the doing of Herald's. Namely Timothy and Sydney. In thought, the man's eyes slitted. He knew Sydney better than that. She was too amicable to do this alongside Timothy's insane behind. The elder Presidiomni rolled his eyes in disbelief and stood from the bed giving a quick gaze to his son. He didn't need to voice how serious this made things.
His son on the other hand was furious and needed to speak out at the turn of events. For two hours, he and his father stared at the news feed incredulously and with a gripped fist, the Herald of Light bared it. <********. The lot of them. All of this just for one person? If I knew Victoria was going to be this much of an issue I'd have -- No, no...that's not the right way to think about this. You start with that, you'll end up like these two...my question is why is Sydney still like that. She chased us down in South America...does that emotion really have that much of a grip on her? Either way, we have to figure out how to stop these two...we have only four days to do so and we leave in two...goddamn it Timothy, what've you done?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 7:32 pm
Slowly the room of the Alkaline Owl was picked up, the notebook, her jar of metal, and everything else she had packed. The blonde sat on her couch for a short breather, staring at the blank screen of the 60" television in her room. She put her face in her hands, rubbing softly to ease her mind. "I don't want to go." The girl's eyes flashed from regret to pure hatred, then back again to the cold, emotionless girl at the beginning of this really short trip. The whole part of events that happened in her room seemed like a dream, as if they couldn't have happened or they didn't, one reason is that when she woke up the Owl of Life was gone, as if he never existed. Acelyn slowly stood again, walking over to her bag and bringing it to the plush bed, zipping it up all the way.
As the girl took one last look around the room, she put her bag on her shoulder. "Time to go to the next place I guess." Her eyes floated down to her teal, one shoulder dress that accented her body. "Hopefully this doesn't get damaged." The girl then shut the door of the hotel suite and headed for the elevator, pressing the down arrow. The elevator dinged, sliding open and allowing her to step in. She pressed the down arrow, watching the bright sky as the elevator flew downwards to the first floor. Acelyn walked out and saw Roulin in the lobby, his mouth gaping open like a fish out of water. She slowly walked over to him, the clicking of her stilettos in rhythm with her body. "Hey there stranger. You okay? You look like you are gasping for air over there." She smiled gently, sitting down in the plush chair next to Roulin.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 8:13 pm
The first week had passed by filled with many rigorous hours of training; training that left Cecilia's entire body screaming for a relief, but she hoped that in the long run it would all pay off. The second week was over halfway over. In two or so more days, they would all be going towards Exire. It was a quarter to two in the afternoon. The young Herald had spent her morning in the training room and came back to her room at noon to take a small break. Not to mention, she had finished something the day before that she wanted to give to the Presidiomni boys while she had the chance. Three packages sat on her bed neatly wrapped.
After all, it was almost Christmas, but given the fact that they would be in Exire on Christmas...it would have been best if she were to give them the gifts now. Each package consisted of one suit, each designed by Cecilia herself. The Sapphire Owl had a knack for determining a person's dimensions by merely looking at them. The material had been expensive having been imported from Italy. The stitching would ensure that it would be almost impossible to come apart and could be machine washed and dried without ruining. Each of their names were on the packages in swirly handwritten calligraphy. Cecilia picked up the packages and placed them all gently into a large gift bag. Che would be the first stop, followed by Moli, and then Roulin. If she could not find Roulin anywhere...she would most likely drop it off in his room.
Because Cecilia had not turned on the television in her room, yet...she was unaware of what was being recorded on the news. She would find out soon enough when she went to give the Italian Trio their gifts. The bag was heavy, which caused the Herald to decrease the gravity around it making it a bit lighter so that she wouldn't be straining while dragging it down the hall. Her black knee length heeled boots that fit over her tight fitting jeans clicked lightly along the floor. She wasn't sure where the Italians were, but the best place to check would be their rooms. The Sapphire female came to a stop outside of Che's room. She swore she could have heard some voices inside, two voices, but they were muffled so she was unable to hear exactly what they were saying. Shifting the gift bag, she raised her right hand and knocked lightly on the door.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 8:57 pm
The longer the young revolutionary stared at the television screen, the tighter he gripped the armrest of the chair. Part of him wanted to teleport there and fight Timothy by himself and save Sydney just for her power later. Even he knew that he couldn't fight them both though, even if he was just one step over them in the hierarchy. They were more experienced and Timothy at this point would probably fight as if he had nothing to lose. There were too many lives at stake for him to just....throw it all away due to anger. Still, as the reporters went on explaining the situation and the bombs and missiles from fighter jets busted after being countered time and time again, Roulin just watched in anticipation while more and more casualties piled up.
When the familiar voice of the new female Owl whisked over his ear, the lanverder eyed boy simply looked at her in his peripheral. His eyes for now were glued to the television screen. "I'm fine. I'm fine. Just...watching this. You should too," said the interested Owl. "This is something the UNS will have their noses all in when---well, they probably do. And you probably have alot of missed calls or paperwork waiting on you back at the HQ." The girl took her seat beside him, but Roulin's attention remained forth. Some company to experience this travesty wasn't as bad as witnessing it alone. "You ever wonder why Owls and Humans can't get along? It's because of this kind of s**t. Bunch of Herald madness."
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"Well, this ain't good. They've already got the airforce on it...humans being killed by two Owls...this isn't going to roll over well with the public," sighed the tired elder as he fell heavily back onto the bed. His son was still next to him fuming. Che was no Herald, but he understood the frustration he felt as a fellow Owl. Having Timothy assault an entire continent was not saving face for the rest of Owlkind. Secondly, Tim's carrying out of this little plan just meant that he wasn't joking anymore. Just as he'd done to Australia, he'd do here. Che sat up again, but this time looked over to the door. Someone was knocking and softly. Nodding to Moli to ready himself it was any trouble, Che gathered his house coat and pulled the drawstring to his pajama pants tight.
Moli lifted his hand, bent three fingers to himself and held his index out. His other hand cupped it just as a policeman would his gun. Just as his father and him practiced long ago, he made sure to keep his eyes steady and his stance ready. Che made his way to the other side of the bed where the person entering would have no sight of him unless they looked. Moli would drop them long before they had the chance. That is, if they were intending to kill. As cordially as he could, the young Presidiomni boy said to the person behind the unlocked door, "Come in! The door's open!"
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 9:07 pm
As Luca and Bailey walked back into the luxurious Casino the oh so famous Will De Scythe owned, along with many other Las Vegas buildings and monuments. After eating lunch at one of the many restaurants that littered the city of lights they had returned to the glistening lights of the casino. The familiar noises of the buzzing of golden false promises spewed from every machine. The people blindly wasting their money in the windowless place, blissfully unaware of the world around them. To be in forever stasis must have been such a curse.
Luca turned his head to his ever blushing fiancee. "We might want to head back to the room, we can't stay in casual clothes all day can we?" He asked as he walked towards the elevators. Pressing the stainless steel button he waited patiently for the soft dinging noise of the elevator. When it arrived he smiled, stepping in he pressed their respected floor's button. Upon exiting the elevator Luca turned down the hall and walked towards the room that they had been sharing ever sense he had finalized their engagement. He walked in letting out a sigh of relief to be back in familiar territory so to speak. Just knowing that they were away from the masses of people dwindling their lives away made him feel a bit better.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 9:12 pm
The Owl seemed to follow Roulin's lavender eyed glance to the television screen, her eyes calm and seemed unaffected by this whole ordeal. She didn't really care if the humans and the Owls got a long, just as along as Owls had equality, laws that helped them. Blinking her long lashes several times and moving her now curled long hair out of her face, she mumbled a little. "They should know better than to keep firing on that dome. It's insanity." The young woman's voice disappeared, her mouth closing now to keep from gawking over the fact at how stupid these humans were acting at this point. She shifted in her seat, seeming to be uncomfortable or more uneasy at this. Just as she did her phone rang, scrambling for it quickly. "Hello? Yeah I am leaving. Yeah. Yeah.... I see it. Okay. Bye." She pressed the end button and sighed, looking now at the raven haired Owl.
Acelyn's eyes seem to be sad but more of the cold, electric blue at the beginning of last night as if she reverted back to the old version. "I have to leave." The blonde gathered her bag and stood, fixing her dress and then slinging her bag over her shoulder. "So this is good bye for now. I wish you the best of luck in your relationships and problems. May you find peace, you will need it." Her eyes connected with Roulin's, piercing like a dagger. The Owl's tone was one of coldness, as if they had never met before or they hadn't become friends. The girl turned to leave, stopping for a moment to check a text and then sighing. It was already happening, the coldness was already setting back in. To her this wasn't a problem but she knew, if asked she wouldn't think twice about fighting, something she hoped wouldn't arise for a while.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 9:38 pm
Cecilia could make out one of the voices telling her to enter. It sounded like Moli, but it was hard to tell for when one wasn't in the presence of the Presidiomnis, they all sounded similar behind a door or over the phone. Cecilia turned the knob and slowly opened the door. She was greeted by something she didn't expect. Moli seemed to be in an offensive stance, similar to that of a policeman who was ready to attack an offender and in this case, the Herald was the offender only she wasn't there to attack them. The tension in the room was so thick that it could be sliced easily with a knife.
The young blueberry lifted her hands to show that this was a peaceful visit and closed the door behind her with her hip. Glancing around the room, she spotted Che who seemed to be hidden from the sight of anyone who first entered the room unless they explored it with their eyes. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything, but I have something that I made for the two of you. I figured I'd give them to you now since we'll most likely be spending our Christmas in the battlefield." She removed two of the gift boxes from the bag and laid them down gently on the bed.
As she did so, her jade eyes fixed themselves upon the television. A giant dome of shadows and darkness was wrapped around the entire continent of Africa. The atmosphere was filled with thunder and lightning, the sky so eerily dark that it was almost impossible to see what was happening. The Gravity Herald's body tensed in anger. The gravity in the room began to shift and grow denser...heavier. These Herald...they would really go to such lengths wouldn't they? Realizing that she was just a few moments away to causing some serious damage herself, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath letting it out slowly. The gravity in the room slowly returned to normal. "Sorry," she said, her lips curling into a smile to prove that she meant no harm. She tore her eyes away from the television. If she continued looking at it, she probably would not be able to stop again. The young ebony haired Diclonious Owl was heading back to her room with her silver haired fiancee. Bailey's hand was clasped softly in Luca's, her fingers intertwined with his. The newly engaged couple had just partaken in a delicious lunch that filled the two almost to the point of bursting. The two lovebirds were now headed back to their room. Once stepping off the elevator, they turned down the long, yet broad corridor and made their way to their room. What they would do once they reached their room was unknown to the shy Owl.
Inside their room, Bailey began to relax. The aqua eyed young woman had never felt comfortable in large crowds. She was sure that once they left Las Vegas, she would most likely never come back. The entire city was too busy for her tastes. She preferred the quiet serenity of the country. The porcelain skinned Owl closed the door behind them once they were inside and removed her hair from it's binding allowing it to fall to her waist in many curls. Her eyes fell upon the bed, which the two of them had slept in together over the past two weeks. There had not been any other activity. Wait...why was she thinking about such things? Why did such images plague her mind?
Bailey's cheeks began to grow even hotter than usual. There was a strange feeling in her stomach, a kind of nervousness that she'd never felt before, but it wasn't the kind of nervousness that would make anyone sick. Bailey shook her head and made her way towards the bed to sit down and take her shoes off. They had rubbed blisters on the back of her stockinged feet. She could feel them. In order to prevent herself from thinking such thoughts, she began to examine the sores that she could see through the sheer beige tights, her hair falling over her shoulders, shielding her expression and her flushed cheeks.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 9:42 pm
 The young stopping OWL had been training since he had sparred with Phantom. His ego had been crushed and he wanted to prove that he was just as strong as the elder OWLs. Finishing his last training session before Exire, the young OWL left the training room heading back to his room. He had mastered his stopping powers to the best of his abilities, he was sure there was more he could learn, but as of right now, he could make the stopping last for as long as he wanted, and mass objects as well. Reaching his room, he unlocked the door and immediately began to strip, running to the bathroom to start the shower.
Stepping in the young OWL began to think on everything. Christmas was coming in a couple of days, and he began to think of what to get each OWL. He didn't have much money and now that he was technically not employed by the UNS, his cash flow was low. The boy washed his hair last and soon turned the knobs off the shower, stepping out and toweling off. He made his way towards his closet, to find something to wear and hopefully find the others. He finally found an outfit that he changed into and began to comb his wild red hair out. Grabbing a random bottle of cologne he owned, Vincent was soon dressed and headed out of his room, going to find the others if that was possible.  The psion had enjoyed the movie night a couple of nights ago and she felt that her and Che had really bonded, but between the time, she noticed that she hadn't kept her "date" with Lucien and it really ate at her. She decided that she would take this time out to go and speak with him. The baby was with Aeon, and Amara didn't have any other obligations to see about. Amara wasn't one to watch the news...she found it rather pessimistic and biased, so she refrained from tuning in. Staring at herself in the mirror, her outfit, minus the ugly hat was perfect. The psion then left her room, the door clicking confirming the lock that had just happened.
They now had two days...two days before they'd be fighting for their last fight...at least...that's what she'd like to believe but she doubted it...things never resolved that easily...not in all of her years of experiencing things like this. The walk to Lucien's room was taking longer than usual and she hoped that the genius was in his room at all, but Amara didn't want to ring in his head...she wanted this to be addressed with much...much care as possible. Finally she reached the young man's door before knocking. "Lucien are you in there? It's me Amara" she said awaiting to see the death OWL behind the door...hopefully.  Aeon had been reading to Aiden earlier that morning and was now painting her toe nails. Everyone was so "antsy" about the fight and they all had good reason. The projector wasn't going to the battle so she didn't have much to worry about, just the baby and pray that her boyfriend would make it out alive. Moli was hanging with his father and Aeon felt that she would be the third wheel, so decided against going to their room. Aeon then thought...maybe it would be better to go to the mansion in Japan than stay in a hotel in Vegas...after all, everyone else would have been gone to New Exire...and if anything happened...she didn't want to risk Aiden's life being on America soil. Once the projector finished her toenails, she got up and walked on her heels, turning the television on.
Great. The news was on, as the projector rolled her eyes, she looked over at the napping Aiden. He was such a cute kid, she often wondered what kind of person he'd grow up and be, hopefully nothing like his father...well personality wise. She still couldn't see what Amara saw in Lucien...and then she heard about him and Jeannie, not from Amara herself but from the whispers of the other teammates, and you know how they say information travels, it was always altered in some shape, form or fashion. "Moli..." she whispered to herself. She just wanted to run away with him, leave all of this OWL responsibility to someone else, be happy, maybe get married, have a two or three children, and just be good people, but fate wouldn't let it happen just that easy. Sighing, the projector lay down next to Aiden, while her eyes were fixated on the worldly events.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 10:30 pm
"It's not humans. It's just people with power. They can't stop those two with just fighter jets and bombs," Roulin replied as he ran his hand through his hair feverishly and somewhat nervously. His foot tapped the ground and his ability taken from Zane months ago caused a small tremor arise from his heel. It was unnoticeable until one neared the young man. As more and more machines were torn to pieces, the Owl of Life just sat in wait, his eyes narrowing more and more as his decision to act weighed more and more on him.
After Acelyn got up and started to walk away, Roulin just nodded, waved and ushered her out with a "Merry Christmas". The blonde's voice was as cold as they day that they met and that took him aback, but not by much. He knew his impression on her wouldn't last. Thinking that it had, he figured, would be giving himself too much credit. After she left, he turned his eyes back to the screen and began weighing his options. Roulin's idea as he well knew already could put the lives of millions at stake, but if he could kill the both of them before that, then it would be worth it. The young man sat in the lobby which shook noticeably now. As long as he had this peace and quiet, he knew he'd have his decision soon enough.
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As the door creaked open, a card silently fell from the Mastering Owl's wide sleeve into the gap between his index and middle finger. If Moli missed, which he shouldn't have at that range, Che would be in position to clean up and he'd do so instantly. As the long white tresses of hair came peaking through the door though, his body relaxed and his arm which remained close to his body fell limp. "Cici...." the elder sighed beneath his as she slowly entered..."You almost lost your throat girl..."
After raising her hands, timidly, the blue woman entered the room bearing gifts. In the hustle and bustle of trying not to die, both the men had forgotten that Christmas was just around the corner. In fact, it was the day they were deciding to depart on this mission. The gifts were poured on the bed and the elder Italian's eyes lit up at the thought of new fabrics caressing his skin...the leathers and the silks. Furthermore, it was hand crafted by an amateur so Che knew he would have the pleasure of showing off her skills to others like a model. "Oooooo....I can't wait to see what you made! I promise I won't wear them to the fight...in fact, I'm going to wear this the day I take my job back and become ambassador!" All the excitement, and not a single box had been opened yet...
Moli lowered his hand and released an annoyed sigh. He wasn't angry at the blue wonder that just entered, but at the fact that it wasn't something he could maim. It was nice to see someone that he knew and trusted though. Lowering his hand, he kept silent through the girl's motions. His father swooned like a little girl at the prospect of new threads. He was Italian after all. Moli on the other hand remained calm and cool about it only nodding to the girl after she lowered the boxes onto the bed. After she neared the television though, he noticed a change in her once calm demeanor. Even before they fought, he'd never seen her so angry before. The gravity in the room changed, but it wasn't enough to drop the Herald. Even as it went on, he slowly walked through it to the boxes and opened one. There was a light blue hoodie with two yellow stars embroidered across both sides of the upper chest. The inside, which was wool, matched the color of the two stars. The radioactive boy's eyes widened at Cecilia's skill, but he kept silent. He'd tell her just how he felt as soon as he could take his eyes from the hoodie and look at the pants beneath them.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 11:14 pm
Cecilia's cheeks burned a faint red as the elder Italian exclaimed over the gift which he had not opened yet. Moli was silent. The silver haired smurf was sure she knew why as well. Being the kind of person who did not like if there was a heavy and negative vibe in a room, she spoke in a cheerful voice, her tone taking that of a playful air as she addressed Che. "Oh yes, Che. Then after a few years back on the job, you can become an underwear fashion model and strut your stuff down the runway wearing a pimpin' new brand inspired by you." She hid her mouth behind her hand as she giggled. She knew it would probably never happen. Well...maybe it would because this was Che and one never knew what was going on inside that head of his. Still, she felt she needed to try to bring some cheer into the room.
The young sapphire Herald reached into the bag again and pulled out Roulin's gift as well. She approached the father and son duo. She noticed that Moli had opened his gift and was now staring at it. He either seemed to be at a loss for words or the events on the television was still fresh in his mind. "Would one of you mind giving this to Roulin? I would give it to him myself, but...you know how he's been lately. There's probably a better chance that the two of you might see him than me." She set Roulin's package gently on the bed as well before stepping back and running her fingers through her cloud toned tresses, snagging at a few tangles on the down to the ends, but she did little to complain. Her hair was hard enough to control as it is.
Allowing her right hand to drop back down to her side again, she let out a sigh her chest rising and falling very lightly. Her jade eyes fell upon the television again, despite the fact that she desperately didn't want to look again. Did they really think that human weapons would even make a scratch or a bruise upon the unfathomable power of a Herald, let alone two? Cecilia knew that Timothy was the strongest of the Heralds and she had fought Sydney before. She'd had a taste of the woman's strength. "Aceste negru barbari suflet. Nu ... chiar un barbar, nu ar face ceva la fel de crude. Ei nu au inima. Ei simt nimic. Ei nu ştiu nimic, dar ura si distrugere. Vestitori? Nu ... chiar cel mai scăzut nivel şi cel mai oribil de iad, nu ar fi o pedeapsa suficienta pentru ceea ce au făcut." She spoke venomously in her native tongue as her eyes glued themselves to the screen once more. ((Translation: Those black hearted barbarians. No...even a barbarian would not do something as cruel. They do not have hearts. They feel nothing. They know nothing, but hatred and destruction. Heralds? No...even the lowest and most horrible level of hell would not be punishment enough for what they've done.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 3:52 am
Che smirked along with Cecilia after the young woman made her quip. The eldest Presidiomni wouldn't mind advertising for the little lady, but he doubted he had the body to do that much. Maybe, maybe not. It was free money after all. The bushy haired man understood why she made the comment though. The scrunched look on his face that remained but chipped a little when he looked at Cecilia's wares was enough to let him know just how he felt. Wherever Roulin was, he knew he was feeling the same way especially if he was watching this unfold. If the air force was in on this, then the navy would probably be soon as well. When they failed, the UNS would come in and then all hell would surely break loose as Tim and Rage took down the fauxwls with little to no effort. Che knew it would pain him to witness, but as of right now he was helpless to watch just as Moli and Cecilia were.
No more thought was given to war in the skies. It would only cause him to stir as his son already was. His dark violet eyes tuned themselves onto little designer girl and graciously, he bowed. "Thanks again Smurfette...I've been needing some new clothes honestly. Things are starting to get ripped and torn due to fights and missions and training sessions..." With humor, the man spoke but there was seriousness in his tone. Somewhere. His clothes were starting to fall prey to knicks, burns and cuts from elemental damage and explosions. Anything at this point would be appreciated. Having it come from his son's girlfriend only warmed him more. "Of course you know now I'm going to have to get you something. What I get you, when I figure out what it is, might be of no use at all to you, but it'll be nice. I promise."
Cici had fallen prey to the screen just as Moli had and angrily, her powers began to spike in the room they were in. Che was able to stand, but her reaction only drew his forced smile into a frown. The two Owls would have their chance to retaliate for this, but they needed only to wait for it. Falling forward onto the plush, unmade bed, he just hoped they'd get that. Che accepted the gift the gravity herald intended for Roulin and placed it next to his. If he didn't give it to Roulin, Moli would make sure it got to him. Che's view escaped the television once again and lifted to Cecilia who was looking down at the television. "Roulin isn't in his room eh? Odd, because I spoke to him this morning. Short, but better than nothing."
"Odd....because he's right here. On television now..." Moli chimed in after taking a seat on the air conditioner. His light blue eyes weren't deceiving him and cracked lens of the camera didn't lie. Just before the two Heralds was Roulin hovering there staring them down with his lavender blade in hand. Leaning forward, the blonde Italian drew his bottom lip between his teeth awaiting his father's reaction and the fight he knew was going to take place. Whereas Che would more than likely be furious at his son's bold, brazen move, Moli was prepared to cheer from him from there. Hell, if he could kill one of them, that'd be less work for them in the coming days. Looking up at Cecilia, his eyes leveled with confidence and his head nodding in assurance.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 6:09 am
Cecilia's lips curled into a small smile of triumph. It felt good whenever her talents were appreciated. "I enjoyed making the suits as well. They were really enjoyable and if they ever need a fix, just send them my way. I'll repair them as well." She understood that the trio went through clothes like a baby went through diapers. She wouldn't mind being their designer. It would be something nice to do during her free time when she wasn't fighting or training. Her expression transformed from light and cheerful to stoic and full of anger as her jade eyes brought themselves to the screen again. This was on account of Moli's next words.
Roulin? Yes...he was there...upon closer inspection of the television, Cecilia recognized her raven haired, amethyst eyed boyfriend. Wanting to hear more, but feeling that the volume on the television was not turned up, Cecilia lifted her left hand in the direction that she had seen the remote and with only the briefest of glances summoned it to her with a small gravitational pull. It flew quickly into her hand and the minute it had, the "Smurfette" was already turning the volume up. She found a seat in the form of the desk chair, using her feet to wheel it more into the view of the television, but out of the way so that she wouldn't block Moli or Che's view.
The young herald's hands grew cold and clammy as she gripped the remote that she held in her lap tightly. She did not know whether to be worried, angry, or happy. One would suppose she was feeling all three at the same time. Worried about her Life Owl boyfriend and those people who were being victimized by the two original Heralds, angry that Roulin would take them on alone. He had become arrogant. With arrogance would come the underestimation of his opponents. Yet, she was also happy that Roulin was willing to take a stand against them.
"Roulin, what the ******** do you think you're doing?" she said in a quiet voice that was laced with a silent rage so as not to interrupt what was being said on the television. "His intentions are good, but he's become very arrogant and cocky in his quest to gain more power and become stronger. It's caused him to fiercely underestimate his opponents." The gravity herald fell silent once again as her eyes remained upon the screen, her sapphire hands gripping the remote even tighter. Her expression was unreadable, yet her jaw was set tight as she watched the scene begin to unfold.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 11:01 am
The Alkaline Owl was in the car that had been sent for her, lounging in the back seat on the way to the airport. She was fiddling with the iron she had just extracted from her body, her hand had not completely healed and was still dripping blood on the metalized ball and the seat. The driver looked up into the rear view mirror, his eyes widening as he saw the girl's rather pale complextion that had a hint of blue. "Don't worry. I'm fine. Could you do me a favor though?" The driver nodded slowly, turning his eyes back to the busy road. "Thank you. Um, can you turn on the tv?" The driver nodded again, pressing the button that lowered the screen and turned it on, creating an even bluer tint to the girl's porcelian skin. "Thank you good sir." The driver smiled and gave her the remote, going back to the road. Acelyn took it and turned to the news, now letting Jaw drop.
"Roulin!?" Her eyes widened as she saw the raven haired boy, worrying about his well being. "Why? What is going on in that complex mind of yours?" Her eyes studied him and the motions he went through. This man was the source of her happiness, she would die if he did, she loved having him around already. She fumbled for her phone, hearing the vibrating sound getting louder as if it were more desperate. Opening it, her ear was met by hushed whispers and a hissing threat. "Yes I understand. Yes." Her eyes shifted to the tv screen to Roulin. "Yeah. I don't know. Bye." The girl closed her phone and knew she would regret it later. "Please stay safe and calm down. You have so much to live for. Please." She mumbled and then noticed the airport, sighing a little.
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