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Post by Usagi_Tsukino_Kagetsu on Nov 3, 2014 22:00:24 GMT -5
[Joint Post Endymion and Serenity]
His face was so close. She seemed to freeze as he stooped nearer to her. “You seem like a kindred spirit, Endymion.” She said. Her cheeks dusted in a deep crimson as he spoke of seeing her again. “I’d like that very much.” She admitted, trying to steal her gaze away from his without success. But, as the last words rolled off her lips she realized their irrationality.
A kindred spirit seemed to be putting it lightly, but the man’s smile touched his eyes at her statement. He reveled at the reward of the lovely crimson flush that crept up her fair cheeks, feeling his breath hitch in his throat in the same instant. “My lady, it’s a rare person who sees me for anything but my station. It’s refreshing to just be Endymion for a time.” The intensity of his gaze was unrelenting but he was unable to look aside; yet he was beyond encouraged by the fact that she could no sooner steal her sapphire gaze away either.
“Ah, but you don’t even know who I am.” She recoiled with an exasperated tone. “I…I’ve been here too long.” She shrugged, beginning to back pace away from him. “I really must go.” A torn look fell over her expression. She pushed off the balls of her feet with great effort to move back to land with great speed.
He followed her with long strides, not quite matching her pace, as to not upset her further. “Hmm, I suppose that is true. I don’t know who you are, but I do know I’ve never met someone like you. … And that I desperately want to know who you are, My Lady.”
She turned about to face him, using every ounce of her patience to come off cold. She feared the consequences of their meeting. “You say such things, but you have no idea. You lack the context to make such bold statements.” She interjected, gaze narrowing.
The walls she attempted to throw up didn’t deter him, for he recognized a piece of himself in her agony; the familiar burden where one tears themselves away from what they want in exchange for what is proper. A pained look flickered across his face as he stopped a few feet short of her, “I assure you, I understand if you must leave. But please, leave me with a name, my Fair Lady. Any name.” He said with a halfway defeated expression, slowly moving closer to her once again, hoping to not distress her. Endymion was certain that this was the first woman he’d ever actively pursued and it was both strange and thrilling, for normally he was the one retreating from such advances.
At that moment a man seemed to tear into the scene, springing from the lush forests at the outer edge of the lake. His arms waved madly, blood spilled from the front of a tattered shirt that struggled to cling to the man’s chest. He looked to Serenity with bright green eyes that were quite a contrast to his ghostly pale figure. “Run…run!” The weak scream for help emitted from his lips as the man fell forward into the ground, potentially passing out.
“Sir, are you alright?!” He began to move towards the man, but then saw the reason for concern barreling towards them. A bear, chaotic and raging for reasons unknown, but there was a strange darkness over the bear, something about him not quite right. Spinning around, he closed the distance between the young woman and him, grasping her hand to pull her further away until they were out of options, the dramatic wall of fauna ahead of them halting any chance of an escape.
Serenity stumbled back into the lake’s calm waters as the man barreled forward. Her gaze darted to Endymion who ran forward to assist him. But that connection broke when her ocean blue orbs become lost in the animal’s painfully dark eyes—black as an endless pit. The last thing she remembered seeing was Endymion’s armor and sword back on the shore.
“Oh!” She snapped into motion as his hand clutched her own, like an electric bolt striking her body. Her hand squeezed his as she tried to match his pace. Her head quickly moved from side to side, her free hand kept her hat tightly to her head. Ocean blue eyes drank in the surroundings, quickly coming to the same conclusion—they were trapped.
Endymion’s expression darkened, as he stepped forward to place himself between the charging bear and his beautiful companion. “This isn’t a normal bear, something’s seriously wrong with it! Stay back, My Lady!” Instinctively he reached for his sword at his hip. When nothing was there, panic flickered across his face. Immediately his eyes looked to the pile of his armor and his sword back at the beach. He cursed under his breath, trying to make the best choice in the moment.
Swallowing hard, a determined look manifested upon his serious facade as he decided in that instant that absolutely no harm would come to the young woman on his watch. It may have seemed careless to one watching from the outside, as he turned his back to the bear and pulled her into his arms.
Endymion effectively shielded her from harm as one arm closed against her back, the other circling about her shoulders; Head pressed tenderly against hers as the prince braced for the imminent impact of the disturbed bear’s attack. “…I…I’ll protect you…. I promise…” He murmured under his breath, struggling to maintain the power and the fortitude his voice nearly always carried, desperately hoping it wasn’t a lie and that his strength would truly be enough to protect her.
Why, hadn’t such a circumstance been the exact type of worst case scenario he’d been trained for? That in all ways he should display selflessness?
Although it must have happened so quickly, the next moments were foggy and hard to process. Endymion’s words were a blur. Her lips parted as he pulled her into his arms, a light murmur escaped her as his head pressed against her own. “I lied.” She confessed breathlessly, slipping her head against his neck, her chin resting along his shoulder. “I do see the real you, and I so desperately want to learn more about you and your unshakeable will.” She whispered, as she buried herself deeper into his hold. Her warm breath breezed against his skin.
An intangible bolt of electricity surged through him at the beautiful woman’s confession. The tragedy of the moment was that he was both thrilled by the sweet, intoxicating warmth she exuded and terrified by whatever harm was about to befall him. His heart hammered mercilessly against the inside of his chest, a strange peace coming over him at her sweet, breathy whispers against his neck. A sad smile pulled at the corner of his lips as he fought to cling to some semblance of hope, that perhaps he’d someday get another minute with her.
She could hear the animal dig its ragged claws into the sturdy earth behind them. The vibrations grew and then subsided before one big shake denoted the animal making its moving, charging toward the two with a large roar and sharp fangs exposed.
With every passing moment in his grasp something stirred within her. ‘What is this feeling’ she thought. Warmth and a deep sense of strength flooded her body. ‘Was this his energy? What was this power?’ Her shoulders lifted, giving her lower arm the freedom to move within his hold. Her fingertips slid along the side of his cheek as her sapphire eyes became glassy. “I will always support you.” She said assuredly, the pale pink hat flew from her forehead as the winds picked up. Soon, a gold crescent manifested and glowed brightly on her forehead.
She would never let him come into harm, nor let innocent people be hurt. She would protect this beautiful planet. A bright pink light emitted from her palms. Her muscles tensed in the shoulders and down through her arms as they outstretched toward the bear, sending the light in thick ribbons its way. The light raced forward wrapping about the animal from the ground up, before growing until the entire beast was enveloped entirely.
Endymion was thrown back from the protective embrace by a strange wind and energy that seemed to be created and centered on the extraordinary, beautiful girl. The elegant pink hat that had first drawn his attention was cast away, revealing a gleaming crescent moon upon her forehead. He heard himself gasp at the revelation, looking back at the bear, as it became encircled by the strange energy that she seemed to control.
“Incredible…” The prince whispered as he watched the scene unfold. The bear dropped back to the ground and scampered away, returned to his normal way of life. Regarding her once again, bewilderment gleaming in his dark blue eyes.
It was in that moment that Serenity went limp, her shoulders drooped and a faint whimper escaped her lips. She fell to her knees. Her fingertips clenched the sturdy shards of lush green grass about her, chest rose and fell with slow and shallow breaths.
As her petite frame collided with the ground, he instantaneously scurried to her side, placing a gentle hand upon her shoulder, “Are you alright?” Everything she’d said up until now seemingly made sense. For she was a resident of the Moon. The Earth and Moon existed quite amicably and yet they were two very separate entities. Generations ago the laws were put in place making it forbidden for the citizens of either to meet; as far as he could remember, the reasons were political and somewhat forgotten.
Heart still racing from the rush and drama, he breathed heavily, catching her gaze to ensure that she was merely weak from the display of power. A tentative smile touched his lips as he spoke gently to her, “My Lady, It would appear I now owe you my life. It seems though you claim to be untrained for battle, you ended up saving me. Please accept my gratitude.”
The muscles in her shoulders tensed as they lifted, relaxing slightly at his touch. Her gaze remained on the ground. “Go help your citizen, Endymion…I’ll be okay.” She said weakly. Her arms shook, trying to maintain her composure. "My name… is Serenity.” She said through labored breaths.
Eyes widening slightly in surprise as the victory of knowing her name brightened his expression. Leaning his face towards her, he tenderly brushed the backs of his fingertips against her cheek, “…. Thank you, Serenity.”
Endymion reluctantly accepted her order to tend to the wounded civilian, now confident that she was unharmed. Rising to his feet, he ran across the distance, kneeling beside the wounded man. Unbuttoning his shirt and tugging it off his shoulders, he covered the man as he shivered from the blood loss. “Sir, please stay awake, I’m here with you! Fear not, we shall get you help.”
Her gaze lifted just long enough to watch him sprint out of view. She could hear him vaguely in the distance, but somehow, she knew everything would be fine. "I'm so glad they're safe." She managed, eyes half opened with her eyelids increasingly feeling heavy. At that moment the exhaustion of the instability of her powers took control. She fell to her elbows and then directly to the ground, eyes closing. The last elements recorded by her senses were the sweet smell of the grass that poked at her face and a lingering feeling of his warmth.
Leaving the man’s side just long enough to catch the attention of someone who’d been a part of the bear’s first stage of the rampage, he ordered the stranger to call for medical attention.
[Tag Endymion, Generals, Haruka]
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Post by General Kunzite on Nov 3, 2014 22:55:25 GMT -5
"Blame is not important right now," Kunzite replied dismissively with an almost irritated tone as they worked on the crowds, "I have no doubt you compensated as best you could with the King's arrival." If Kunzite had wanted to blame anything, it would have been human nature. The wild nature of his fellow human beings repulsed him to a degree. Perhaps it was the memories of what he had lived with before climbing his way into the royal service. Maybe it was the reminder of what he had generally put off to achieve his position. Maybe it was just that he felt disappointed in his own race. But regardless, he appreciated Jadeite's help now, rather than worrying about "fault." Who could be at fault when it came to such creatures as these...?
At long last, the stadium stood empty, strewn with the litter of its former inhabitants. Cleaning crews were getting to work picking it up and dismantling the extra construction set up to accommodate the battle arena. Finally, when the silence began to be noticable again, Kunzite's attention was suddenly turned with Jadeite's remarks.
"The Prince is missing?" Kunzite said as almost a realization. A thousand possibilities flew through his head. With the great mess of people, had the Prince been overwhelmed? Taken hostage? He remembered his cape that Kunzite had noticed...but examining the area only yielded fragments, as if it had been torn and divided among several people. Kunzite clenched his fists, genuinely concerned, though it only came across as angry, "Has no one seen the Prince since the fight?"
He reviewed the possibilities again, trying to use his cold reason instead of worthless emotional reactions, "It is quite unlikely he returned to the palace himself. Likely he would have wanted to brag more over his victory. Or else help supervise the breakdown." The Prince always hated to just let everyone else do the work, so he found his leaving them while there was still work to be done particularly odd. Yet, with a reasonable mind, even with his battle fatigue, it was unthinkable that Prince Endymion was taken by a mob. He made more than enough skill to handle them. And the other guards would have noticed a struggle, as surely there would be one. Someone more skilled, hiding among the crowd? That would present a much more real possibility. And if so, they could be anywhere by now. Would the Prince have gone anywhere by himself? Kunzite pondered that possibility with a frown. Yes, the Prince had been restless...and it would have been a possibility to explore the countryside without his pesky guard. But they had just promised him freedom of his choice......was he that desperate for space? Looking around at the mess...Kunzite could appreciate that feeling.
Kunzite turned his gaze back to Jadeite. His expression obviously bespoke no worry. Did he trust the Prince more than Kunzite did? The General took a slow breath, trying to pass it off as exasperation. It would do him no service to give the impression that he didn't trust the Prince's martial prowess after just being defeated by him, "We're wasting time. Let's go discover what has become of our victorious Prince." He said flatly, and then started off towards one of the exits, asking the guardsmen as he ran across them.
Tag: Jadeite
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Post by Usagi_Tsukino_Kagetsu on Nov 5, 2014 11:22:57 GMT -5
[Joint Post Jadiete and Kunzite]
Jadiete let his fellow General take a few steps, lulling the man into a false sense of security. But as they continued to mill through the crowded streets, Jadiete grinned. “Hm. I don’t think we should.” He said, placing a firm hand on the man’s shoulder. Kunzite stopped and turned a sidelong look at his fellow general. The gaze was likely reminiscent of saying he was planning to murder the king in his sleep, “What was that?” “Hear me out first.” His gaze narrowed in seriousness. “We were just speaking about the need for giving Endymion space, correct?” He questioned. “Is running in a panic to find him so quickly and snuff out his indiscretions the best course of action? I mean, let’s consider where Endymion is running off to—a quiet street, a lone tree, anywhere outside the palace walls.” Despite his irritation, Jadiete’s words cut him deeply. Again, Kunzite was treating the Prince as a child. Still, he felt almost slighted by the Prince in this most recent disappearance. They had promised him some more freedom with his victory, so why would he disappear suddenly just to be alone? Something about the whole scenario felt off, but it was becoming obvious that he was the only one who thought so, and that bothered him all the more. He was duty-bound to protect Endymion and it simply disquieted him to not know where he was. Kunzite processed all these thoughts and feelings as he glared at his peer with a deepening frown. Kunzite was the leader of the Prince’s honor guard, but these men had also been placed alongside him to keep him balanced. Jadiete could be infuriating, but his mind for politics and diplomacy was unrivaled among the Four Kings. His eyes softened even as his frown deepened as he allowed Jadiete’s words to influence him. Jadiete grew more animated as he felt his point was sinking into the white-haired man’s stubborn skull. “Ah, and how dangerous are our Prince’s actions while on his own? Taking a quiet moment to consider his own thoughts. It’s hardly something to be concerned over.” He stressed. Kunzite folded his arms over in idle frustration even as he tried to appear unmoved, “Fine, Jadiete, you’ve made your point. I certainly hope that is what happened to our future King. But it is frustrating for a guardian on duty to have nothing to guard…” Jadiete stopped him mid-sentence, “That is why I suggest we get a drink.” He grinned, patting the stern man on the back. “Consider it a consolation prize for your pride being minimalized in your loss—on me, of course.” Kunzite sighed and allowed himself the thin smile that indicated his acceptance of an indulgence, “I accept. I could use something to rest from the day’s battles. Lead the way.” His sword, which he had had a chance to take off since the tournament’s end, bounced against his leg as he followed Jadiete’s lead. The two men entered a nearby tavern to silence. Jadiete raised a hand playfully. “To the victor and the loser. Hail the Earth Kingdom!” He cheered, to let the other patrons know they meant no trouble and were not there on business. After moments, the two sat in creaky wooden chairs. It seemed fitting, the imperfections of the rough material that made up these chairs were so similar to the raw and seemingly harsh personalities of he and all the Generals, really. “So Kunzite,” Jadiete smiled lightly, relaxing within this humble environment. “Did you let him win, or did he earn it?” He questioned, raising his glass to the other man. “To Earth.” He added, quickly tipping the metal mug to his lips. Letting the liquid slid and burn his gullet, taking a rather large gulp. Kunzite raised his glass along with Jadiete with somber dignity, “To Earth.” Particularly among the crowds, Kunzite was conscious of presenting himself as a man in charge of his passions, as if showing them there was a better way to live. But regardless, he knew he needed the break as much as Endymion did. To Jadiete’s question, Kunzite chuckled and leaned back after a long draft as if to build up the anticipation through waiting, “Endymion realized I was giving him the upper hand halfway through the fight and demanded I fight him as an equal. Then, as an equal, I lost to the man who will be King.” He laughed softly and shook his head, as if still getting the reality of that statement to sink into his head, “Endymion has grown strong. He eludes us on the battlefield and off it. I fear I am running out of things to teach him..”
"Hm." Jadiete set the cool, metallic mug down on the table. "Does it always have to be about teaching him something and moving him forward, Kunzite?" He questioned. "We've all grown up in some respects. Maybe our roles are changing. We all trust each other. Maybe now, we teach less and support more. We remain ruggedly handsome advisors, who are far more honest than the lot that follows the King in all things." He rolled his eyes. The bulky wooden doors flung open as a breathless man entered, yelling at the top of his lungs with great excitement. “Something has happened at Lake Kosuke! A man was injured with the Prince!” He called. It didn’t take but a second for the patrons to respond with curiosity. Some shrugged their shoulders, more interested in their drink. But the vast majority flung from their seats, some wobbled and others tipped over. All wanted to catch a glimpse of the scene. The owner yelled: “You better come back and pay for your drinks, or I’ll be taking up the loss with the King!” He warned, but much of his words were eaten up the rush of others to get to the lake. Jadiete gave Kunzite an uneasy look. “Okay, maybe Endymion has increased his adventurous nature?” He questioned with a light sigh. “Better move quickly to get ahead of the crowds.” He deadpanned. Kunzite sighed too, relaxed enough by the drink and the conversation and with strengthened resolve not to be flustered like the rest of the people at the bar. That did not, however, allay his frustrations that something had happened when they gave their Prince “free space.” He returned Jadiete’s look with a stern “I knew we should have looked for him” expression, “A lone tree, huh?” He stood up and summoned all his dignity as he moved with long firm strides toward the door, “Out of our way.” He demanded of the bar patrons who crowded around trying to get out. Detecting the gravity of Kunzite’s words, to their credit people stepped aside to allow him and Jadiete to pass unmolested. As they stepped out, it was apparent the news was spreading, much to Kunzite’s dismay. He had more than enough of crowds today, and his patience was wearing thin. He looked back to Jadiete and nodded, “We best hurry before the crowds get out of control again.” He quickened his pace to a run, nearly shoving aside people who formed clots in the traffic, but luckily the people were not as curious as they were wary, since only a few dozen stood at a distance from the lakeshore. Kunzite dispelled them with a warning and went with Jadiete down to the shore. As much as Jadiete had tried to picture what the scene would be like as the two pushed their way to their Prince’s side, seeing Endymion wet and shirtless—with a frightened citizen was outside even the most imaginative of his scenarios. The man beside the Prince seemed pale as a ghost, but he seemed fine. “Say nothing Kunzite.” Jadiete begged. “I really want to hear what Endymion has to say for himself, in his own words first.” He said, bemused eyes filled with intensity. The scene was peculiar to say the least, but Kunzite simply frowned to see his Prince looking like they had caught him in the middle of a compromising rendezvous. To Jadiete’s plea he merely folded his arms over his chest and looked irritated once they reached the Prince. He found the excuse not to talk welcome, because he had no idea what to make of the scene and he wanted Endymion’s explanation as much as all the nosy bystanders who were ignoring his warning. He locked eyes with his Prince and merely waited, wondering what this story of Endymion’s strange behavior would amount to.
[Tag Endymion]
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Post by Usagi_Tsukino_Kagetsu on Nov 13, 2014 15:34:17 GMT -5
Her knees rested along the smooth marble surface. Even the multiple layers of fabric of her skirt could not prevent the surface’s cool feeling from shooting tingles through her body. But, she was focused.
Beryl's eyes were closed, admiring the solace of her room that resided in the lower levels of the palace. Some would find such a room beneath her position, many craved to be near the sun, with sweeping views of the gardens. She, however, preferred to be close the ground, closer to the Earth’s core. She always felt so connected to this planet she called home.
A large wooden bowl rested upon her thighs, braced by her arms that snaked about it protectively. Each day, she would pay homage to the old Gods and thank them for the blessings they had bestowed upon her. Since she was a little girl, she sought their guidance and answers for her next steps in life. Although she had never heard a response or seen anything but her own face being reflected back at her from the water that filled the bowl.
Her shoulders lifted and then fell as she shifted her weight, sucking in a deep breath and slowly releasing it. Her eyes opened, piercing the calm, lifeless water as she thanked the Gods for the beautiful day, for the Prince’s victory, and that brief moment where he recognized her—even thanked her for her support. She felt that destiny was pushing her to some grand moment. When she thought, so many beautiful things were happening on Earth. It had only been a week since the stunning meteor shower that lit up the skies in a way that might not occur again in her lifetime.
“Help me…” a raspy tone cut into the silence.
Even the calm and pointed women that was Beryl was caught off guard, nearly spilling the bowl of water in reaction to the moment. Her fingertips trembled as she apprehensively tightened her hold on the bowl, leaning closer to the source of the noise. But as she did, she saw Endymion with his arms wrapped around another… it was difficult to make out who the person was… a women…
Her gaze narrowed. But a gasp slipped from her lips as she watched a bear charge toward him. He was defenseless. “The Prince!” She stood, about to rush off for help. The bowl hit and rolled along the ground, but the water remained pooled together and the scene continued to project strongly.
“Help me, help you. You can be the Earth’s future…” The voice echoed.
Beryl looked perplexed, falling back to her knees and leaning close to the water. “I don’t understand! Is the Prince safe? Who are you?” She said breathlessly.
“I can help you and the Earth ascend to a greater place and position…” The water began to bubble all about the marble. “But I need power… I need energy…”
Beryl began rubbing at her eyes. Was she going mad? Was her mind playing tricks? She approached the bowl slowly, plucking it from the ground, looking to the water that now seemed normal. “What power do you need?” She questioned. It was silence. “How perplexing.” She mused, putting a hand to her chin. Was this a god in need? Was the Earth in some danger? And what of Endymion? She quickly left her room to inquire about the Prince.
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Post by Princess Uranus on Nov 13, 2014 16:07:40 GMT -5
The wind guardian was mildly taken aback by the grip of the young blonde man, yet she didn’t allow it to phase her. Quietly thanking him for his assistance, she began sifting her way through the throng of people in the direction he’d abruptly directed her. Breaking into a run once she was free of the crowd, the woman moved a surprising speed, one that would pique the interest of any whom saw her. Luckily, today the crowds were far more preoccupied with their own matters. The wind was more than just her element, she was one with it. She was the wind. All of a sudden, the sight of a lake surrounded by a most picturesque landscape broke out on the horizon. Something about the scene seemed off though. Serenity wouldn’t have chosen such a congested place to escape from the Moon Kingdom. She craned her neck to listen to the prattle of the growing crowd, swiftly pulling the navy hood over her head, allowing it to drape over her eyes; effectively obscuring her identity once again.
People chattered about a bear attack at this very place. The thought troubled her greatly; forest green eyes widening in fear, could she possibly be too late? The guardian pushed roughly through the crowd, looking about in terror, desperate to catch sight of the princess. In the middle of the chaos, she saw Princess Serenity basked in a soft rose glow, healing the bear in question. Letting out a nervous breath, a frown darkening her expression as she slipped into the park, ducking beside a tree, watching the scene continue to unfold. “It would appear stealth is a skill you lack, My Princess...” keeping a close eye on the situation, waiting until the appropriate moment to abscond Princess Serenity away from Earth.
Serenity fell to the ground, yet before she could intervene, an ebony haired young man rushed to her side, his actions seemingly more intimate than she would expect for a bystander. Raising a suspicious eyebrow at the interaction, the princess soon sent him away to help a wounded man near the entrance. The young blonde royal then gracefully lost consciousness, likely due to the exhaustion of using her powers. Stepping out from her hiding spot, as a bemused smirk graced the guardian’s lips. She crossed the grassy field with great haste, the navy coat flicking in the breeze behind her.
Kneeling before the unconscious Moon Princess, musing to herself as she pulled Serenity gently into her arms. Slipping a hand gently beneath her knees, the other supporting her neck. “…how amusing, silly Princess, your mother thought you would be terribly difficult to return to the Moon...” Offering a passing glance to the shirtless man who’d attempted to protect the Princess from the bear’s imminent attack. Such interesting people could be met on this odd planet; a man willing to be mauled by a bear to protect a lady he’d just met. Appreciating his honor and code the protector smirked as their gazes met, his dark blue eyes widening in terror as she leapt effortlessly away, the sleeping Serenity nestled delicately in her arms. The sound of him pleading for them to return was ignored. There was no time for his nonsense or the Princess’ for that matter.
Gracefully leaping across space until it was desolate enough to teleport; for such feats were unknown to the Earthlings and they would remain that way. Their speed and agility was something that would have surely amazed any who bore witness to the events of the past few minutes. Sighing deeply, pondering how much easier things would be if the Princess herself could understand; perhaps fathom the importance of her position, of her role in the Moon Kingdom and the Universe. Focusing on the hensin rod of planet Uranus, the wind swept about them, stealing them back to the Moon.
(Post will conclude upon the Moon)
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Post by Prince_Endymion on Nov 14, 2014 8:51:47 GMT -5
Rapidly approaching a young woman who watched the chaotic scene unfold, who also seemed flustered by the Prince’s brash and shirtless appearance to her. His tone was intense, “Please, find a medic for this man immediately.” The flushed woman nodded quickly and tore off running down the street yelling for a medic as requested. Endymion returned to the man’s side adjusting the shirt to cover the man and stave off the shivers that he was experiencing from the incident. Pressing his hand firmly against the wound, he did his best to slow the blood loss. Finally a medic appeared on the scene and thanked him for helping. “Of course, just please, do your best to help him, he’s lost a lot of blood.” The young medic nodded and immediately went to work to help the man.
Turning to look back towards Serenity, who was now lay upon the ground from the exhaustion he’d seen across her expression. His gaze shifted back to the medic and the man, yet he was no longer concerned for his well-being, since he was in great hands. The desperation to return to her side and ensure she was merely tired, surprised him greatly. As he turned his attention back towards her, a figure clad in a long navy cloak now held the unconscious Serenity in their arms.
“Stop!! Release her immediately!” The prince took off running towards them, meeting the green eyed gaze of the captor. It was strange, the person seemed halfway amused, before gracefully leaping away. Leaping an impossible distance, enough to remove them completely from the park, Endymion yelled again, “Wait!! Stop!!” but his exclamations were in vain, for as quickly as she’d appeared, she was gone. He stopped, breathing heavily, having lost sight of them, “Dammit!”
Failure fell over him as he realized that he hadn’t been strong enough to protect her. Even though she’d saved both of them, he couldn’t even prevent her from being taken away. Granted, the person was likely another Moon Dweller as she; for no one on Earth could escape like that. Her pink hat lay just a couple feet away, which he approached, it seemed as though it was waiting for her. Reaching to pick it up, he noticed his hands covered in blood from helping the man; wiping his hands against his pants to clean them, he reached down and gingerly took the hat into his hands. Pursing his lips, he heard a stir in the grand commotion behind him and finally opted to give it his attention. There was a crowd of people, the man who was attacked and his medic, as well as Kunizte and Jadiete, waiting silently for him.
Endymion rushed towards them, the intense rush of emotions and defense beginning to taper off as he approached them. Slowly the details of his current state tapered into his consciousness. Gripping Jadiete’s shoulder as he reached them, his blue gaze was a bit wider than usual. Pointing with the pink hat in the direction that Serenity had been taken away.
“Kunzite, Jadiete!!… There was a young woman… a beautiful woman from the Moon. Someone took her… but she lost her hat when she saved me.” His black hair was slick with water, blood streaked across his pants and he remained shirtless; something in him was halfway aware that he sounded (and looked) insane. However he was still riding the rush of emotions and so the words continued to flood out. “…I met her after the match, for she wanted to see Lake Kosuke, so I helped her find it… and then the bear attacked that man, but I had taken my armor off… and I didn’t have my sword… so I tried to protect her…” He frowned and looked down, “but she was powerful and saved both of us… and lost her hat…”
His gaze shifted wildly between the two general’s faces, not seeing the same level of concern he was feeling inside. He was desperate to know what happened to Serenity and looked down at the hat, as though it held the answer. “Someone took her away… I couldn’t stop them…” Endymion sighed and looked down at the hat again, the reality of the situation rising up within him. Pursing his lips, he once again realized that he wasn’t going to be able to find her, he could scour the city and Serenity would be gone. Something in him broke and he just took a deep, slow breath and looked at his general’s again.
Pausing, to study their expressions, he felt his composure begin to trickle back, wincing slightly, “I suppose that this all seems… rather.. strange to you both.” He could certainly appreciate the unique situation of the moment."
Tag: Kunzite, Jadiete
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Post by Usagi_Tsukino_Kagetsu on Nov 15, 2014 21:48:44 GMT -5
Unhinged and rambling. Jadiete had never seen his calm and collected Prince flying in so many directions. It was as if he were possessed. Internally Jadiete was trying to process the free flow of words rushing forward.
Jadiete the friend quietly tucked away the finer points to discuss another time. A woman. Endymion hardly spoke of women. Well, he did. But his words to describe them were often far from complimentary, with so many hanging on him and hunting him out of opportunity. But beautiful, it was not a word he had heard from his Prince. It was all quite intriguing.
And why would the Prince ever take his armor off? Why would a bear attack? The most far fetched was that anyone from the Moon would ever come to Earth. Endymion was never one to lie, but this all seemed like some fantastical manifestation. If this were a prank or joke, there would be unrivaled reprimands from Jadiete.
Jadiete’s gaze narrowed coldly as he leaned his face nearer to Endymion. “Take a breath and calm down.” He said in a low tone. “While I’m amused at your ramblings, you are the Prince of Earth, and an entire kingdom is listening.” His look was stern.
While there was a lot that didn’t make sense, and a lot more that he had questions on. Jadiete focused on what did make sense to him, and what he could most quickly uncover about all that had transpired during the Prince’s escapade.
“And put aside that silly hat. If she’s gone, there’s no reason to hold onto it.” He shrugged.
His gaze moved to Kunzite, a flicker of helplessness passed to his fellow General. Mere moments ago Jadiete spoke of letting Endymion have space, but perhaps he was wrong. He knelt beside the man being worked on.
“Was another person injured?” Jadiete asked, hunching down to speak with the injured man and medic.
The medic shook his head. “This was the man I was asked to treat. He just seems shaken up, but he’s in fine health.” He determined. The medic was young and his tone full of apprehension. The intensity of all the eyes on him, however forced action.
Jadiete grasped Endymion’s shirt from beside the man and looked up at the Prince. “Whose blood is this?” He questioned. He motioned to the man, who was now sitting up and fearfully absorbing all that had happened to him.
The medic began to reiterate what Jadiete had discovered: “There’s not a single wound on this man’s chest.” He said with growing curiosity, yet his shirt is in pieces.
Jadiete let out a breath, a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Now you’re making some sense. Do you want to try and tell us one more time, what exactly happened here?”
He wanted to give Kunzite the opportunity to weigh in. Internally, he thought bringing the group back together at the palace to continue speaking away from greedy eyes and ears would be most appropriate.
[Tag Kunzite, Endymion]
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Post by General Kunzite on Nov 16, 2014 11:44:10 GMT -5
Kunzite’s first reaction to his Prince’s unhinged ramblings was horror. It seemed to him the proof that they were wrong to not go after Endymion when first they realized him missing. But he was too well disciplined to allow panic to show in his expression and he followed Jadiete’s attitude of cold triage management.
“Calm yourself, Endymion,” he silver-haired man said sternly as he gripped his Prince’s shoulder. Kunzite’s first reaction to this madness was to get the Prince washed, clothed, and with a stiff drink to settle his nerves.
Something had obviously jolted his Prince’s senses. Whether it was a woman from the moon, a bear, or maybe the two in one being, it would do no good to demand an explanation while Endymion was still processing the…phenomenon.
The mention of a person from the Moon, so specifically, was troubling to Kunzite. Even royal information on the Moon Kingdom was limited and that always spawned theories and fanciful beliefs about their true nature. Kunzite’s mind flew the spectrum – Was it some prankster giving them a message? A thwarted assassination attempt that this attacked man had interfered with? The truth usually lay somewhere in the middle of the facts, Kunzite had a habit of saying.
Kunzite exchanged glances with Jadiete, seeing that Jadiete was experiencing some level of regret in leaving the Prince to his own devices as well. Kunzite knew the generals had to have a long discussion about their Prince after this incident, “See if you can get any information out of the other man.”
Kunzite stayed with Endymion, hoping his stone-faced support with rally the Prince’s wits. He heard with one ear Jadiete’s conversation with the medic. A torn bloody shirt, but no injury? Were they all under a massive illusion here? Something peculular had occurred and all while the Generals were not at watch.
Jadiete returned and Endymion seemed to finally collect himself to Kunzite’s relief.
Kunzite shook his head, “This isn’t the place to flesh out these details.” He glanced back at the shore. Without any sort of security the crowd was beginning to swell and Kunzite feared for the Prince’s honor if people began to talk, “We should return to the Palace, Endymion-sama. We will get you cleaned up and then we can discuss this at length.” He turned to the medic, “When your patient is collected enough, ask him to report to the Palace as well. I am going to want to ask him more about what happened here separately.”
He turned back to his peer and Prince, “Let us go.”
Tag: Endymion, Jadiete
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Post by Prince_Endymion on Nov 18, 2014 14:18:08 GMT -5
Endymion swallowed hard, falling silent at the General’s comments. The critical reception from Jadiete and Kunzite was mildly unnerving, as was the frantic racing of his own mind. Crestfallen, he glanced down and the prince’s sapphire gaze washed over the simple pink hat once again. It wasn’t the hat itself that captured his attention so, but his desire to reunite with its owner. Desire. Desperation. Was he truly desperate? The unrelenting beating of his heart told him perhaps he was indeed, ‘desperate’ to know what had happened to Serenity.
At the very least he finally knew her name, and why she had been so painfully evasive. ‘Because you’re from the Moon. That’s why you wouldn’t let me in.’ He inwardly admitted, as though she could somehow hear his thoughts. His mind battled between composure and lunacy. His serious nature longed to draw him back in, to restore his grand composure and his fortitude. Yet, the complicated events that had just unfolded seemed to become more unbelievable as time passed.
His gaze widened as he wordlessly lurched forward towards the man and the medic. Opening his mouth to defend himself, he immediately closed it again. If he continued rambling he’d be thought to be mad by his own people. Although, with the evidence before him, Endymion was beginning to wonder if he had gone insane. No. That man had a gaping wound upon his chest… he was certain of it. Immediately he began recalling the moment he’d stumbled onto the scene, gripping his chest as blood flowed from the wound. The man had demanded they run.
He had taken Serenity’s hand and dragged her along with him, in an attempt to usher her from harm. Yet, they’d been trapped, the edge of the garden concealing any escape, the bear gaining on them and his sword abandoned at the beach. In that moment he’d opted to protect her, shielding her from the bear with his body; the only reasonable option at that point. Until she… magically protected them, fixed whatever ailment had befallen the creature and exhausted herself in the process. In those next moments, he’d gone to help the man, covered him with his shirt, and ended up getting the blood on himself while attempting to help slow the bleeding. Those were facts. He was positive of that.
As the Prince stared at the man disbelief clouded his expression, seemingly unable to comprehend the unwounded nature of his chest. What the hell was happening? Things were certainly not as they seemed right now. However, Kunzite and Jadiete were right, he had to get out of here, for he had exposed himself too much in these past moments to the people of his kingdom. He brushed his hand up through his damp hair, whether it was damp from the water of the lake or sweating from all this excitement he wasn’t sure anymore. Whatever breakdown in reality he was suffering from, enough had taken place in front of his people.
Clearing his throat, he pressed a hand against his forehead. “I’d like to return to the palace now. I’m sure I’ve merely exhausted myself today or struck a fever perhaps…” It was a façade, just enough to satiate the onlookers that he wasn’t irrational, just ill. It seemed to work, as the crowd began to muse at what would cause the prince’s sudden illness, since he’d been fine at the spar just a couple hours prior.
The Generals wasted no time at all, collecting his abandoned boots, armor and swords and escorting him in a carriage back to the palace. Jadiete had tried to rid him of the hat earlier, but he found himself clinging to it, refusing to release it. It was as though not time had passed when they arrived back at the Earth Palace. He was immediately sent off to his room to freshen up before meeting up with the four generals in a common room near all of their bedchambers. Emerging from the bath, dressed in plain black slacks and an untucked tan shirt, he paused to place the pink hat upon a dresser. His large hands held it carefully, as though it were fragile. Reassuring himself that he was leaving it out to ensure he’d return it to her. The other half of his mind chastised him, because realistically, he’d never see her again, and that hat would remain a painful reminder of a moment he was unable to protect someone.
Endymion slowly meandered into the room, his quiet gaze shifting about the unreadable expressions upon the men’s faces. They were infuriating at times. Did they believe him at all? Or did they think he had lost his mind? He knew hadn’t imagined anything. He sighed heavily, thrusting his hands into his pockets and moving to the window, turning away from them. It was evident this wouldn’t be a terribly fun conversation. He’d regained his composure in the quiet moments that followed his breakdown, but now was the agony of retelling everything in hopes they’d believe him. The alternative was that his closest friends and advisors would recommend him therapy.
“…After the spar, I followed an… intriguing young woman from the Arena.” A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he thought of the beautiful Serenity, with her warm smile and lively sapphire gaze. “She was the only person leaving, when everyone else was clamoring towards us. I threw my cape into the crowd to distract them when I hopped the fence. Her desire was to visit Lake Kosuke, so I showed her a shortcut. We chatted and waded in the water for... I’m not sure how long. That’s why I took my armor and sword off and left them.” His broad shoulders rose and set with a heavy sigh as he turned around to face the men, “That’s why I was wet too.”
Clearing his throat he didn’t meet their gazes, unsure of what he would find there. “…at that point that man came rushing into the park. He was soaked in his own blood, with a gaping flesh wound across his chest.” As he spoke of the wound, his right hand formed a claw and marked against his own chest where the wound had been. “He told us to run. I grabbed Serenity’s hand and tried to escape… but, there wasn’t one. I reached for my sword, but I’d left it on the shore. The bear was possessed by some evil force… and was running towards us.” Shaking his head, the damp clumps of his black hair shifting awkwardly across his forehead, he continued, fervor lighting his words as he spoke, “I tried to protect her with my own body, but then… she… I don’t honestly know what she did. I fell back because of some wind she generated. There was a glowing crescent moon on her forehead and she healed the bear. It was magic.”
Casting his hand into his hair, pulling it from his eyes, “And just like that…” he snapped his left fingers, “The bear was fine. It just… scampered away like nothing had been wrong. Serenity fell to the ground and then told me to help the man. I covered the man with my shirt and tried to stop the bleeding, and some … moon person came and took her away.” Ruefully he finally looked at their faces, pausing to meet Kunzite’s gaze for a moment, before throwing his gaze aside again.
"That man was mortally wounded. There was a pool of blood below him.. I got it on myself trying to help him... I am.. mystified. Perhaps whatever.. force that Serenity summoned... healed him too. Other than that, you all seem to know what transpired at that point."
Tag: Kunzite, Jadiete, Nephrite, Zoisite
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Post by General Kunzite on Nov 18, 2014 19:06:48 GMT -5
The generals and their Prince returned to the palace in relative silence with much on all of their minds. Kunzite could not help but feel he had failed the Prince and that is why all this madness had occurred. But there it was, so there was nothing to be done but to figure out what was truly going on. Once he was back, he sent word for Nephrite and Zoisite to join them at once
While Endymion was refreshing himself, Kunzite had the chance to interrogate the bear victim. To his mild disappointment though not his expectations, the victim’s story also involved a bear attack, a mortal wound, and a magic glowing girl. Kunzite made all these mental notes, and at least ruled out that the Prince was personally unhinged. Either events occurred as they said, or else there was a greater plot than personal insanity.
It was with those thoughts that Kunzite gathered with the other generals in the room they had chosen to host this “conference.” He explained briefly to the other two generals that there had been an incident by Kosuke Lake and that they were investigating the root of the problem. He warned them that Endymion had been rather flustered by the whole event, but he couldn’t bring himself to use the words “acting out of his mind.” He wanted to be supportive of Endymion…but there was still something that bothered him about this whole mess and he didn’t want his personal feelings to interfere his duty as Endymion’s chief guard, advisor, and tutor. So he kept himself level and aloof as he nodded to Endymion to recount his tale for all the generals to hear.
He watched Endymion’s recounting of the story with rapt attention. He absorbed the Prince’s body language as well as his words. Oddly, it was his aversion of their gaze that seemed to Kunzite to be the greatest proof of Endymion’s authenticity. He had known the Prince long enough to know how he lied….and how he did not.
When the Prince had finished, Kunzite looked around at his fellow generals and then locked his attention on Endymion again, leaning forward in his chair, “I had the opportunity to speak with our bear victim again before this. He substantiates everything the Prince is saying. Therefore, I believe that what Endymion is saying has the form of truth.”
He leaned back again, tightening his expression, “However….what I do not know is how to take is the meaning of this story. There are too many coincidences for me to be comfortable with this all happening together accidentally. The Prince lured away by a mysterious girl. Attacked by a demon bear. The girl is conveniently stolen away again by another Moon agent. And the victim miraculously healed. What I think we need to be conscious of, Gentlemen, is an assassination attempt. If not of body, then of character. I’ve asked some people to keep an ear on the local taverns to listen to what is being said. Rumors of demon possessions and the Prince gone insane are spreading. I have to wonder if the Moon Kingdom is deciding it wants to change the politics of the Earth without ‘interfering’. We will need to make a public statement soon to choke these rumors dead. Jadeite, I’ll be relying on your expertise for that.”
Kunzite met Endymion’s gaze again and spoke bluntly, “My Prince, I know you have been wishing to express yourself as an individual without the interference of your bodyguards…but can you understand from this the danger of not keeping at least one of us by your side? We have never wished to hinder your self-expression, just to keep rogue elements such as this at bay.”
Tag: Endymion, Jadeiete, Nephrite, Zoisite.
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Post by Usagi_Tsukino_Kagetsu on Nov 18, 2014 19:39:25 GMT -5
Jadiete lay informally spread out along one of the common room chairs. His feet dangled off the arm rest, and the rest of his body was contorted on his side. His fist pressed flush into the lower right jaw as he continued to ponder the events he’d seen.
He barely acknowledged the Prince’s arrival. Yet as Endymion began to regale them with the same tale and same events—the girl, the bear, her saving him, and the man’s wounds—he sat up bringing his hands behind his neck as he let out a sharp breath.
Internally he hoped some fresh water and time would have adjusted Endymion’s memory of the events. Something had to make more sense. “Same story.” He said under his breath in disbelief. He stalked to the back of the room, pulling out a rather large glass bottle. He then slipped ice into a set of small glasses, and haphazardly poured a round of drinks. He brought the tray of drinks to the front of the room for any other interested parties.
He plopped back into his seat, taking a much-needed gulp. “I have many questions.” He said shortly, his words cut off by the fire of the alcohol consuming his throat. “Before we slice into the serious stuff—assassination attempts and conspiracy theories—which leans far into Kunzite’s realm.” He mentioned, coughing briefly. “Lets talk about this young woman. She’s now beautiful and intriguing.” He mentioned, grinning slightly at Endymion.
Zoisite who had been silently absorbing all the information until this point cut in. “Endymion didn’t say she was beautiful.” Zoisite corrected.
“Oh no.” Jadiete said, leaning back comfortably in the chair. “He called her beautiful back at Lake Kosuke. Just now, he left that part out.” He added, taking another sip.
He gave a quick nod to Kunzite. “Yes yes, I’ll take care of all the public chatter.” He shifted his gaze back to Endymion. “I’m far more concerned about the likes of some unknown woman than I am all the other conspiracies. You took off your armor, waded in the water, and chatted?” Jadiete rose a brow.
“Women are far more deadly than any battle. What did you talk about anyway?” Jadiete questioned, leaning forward with much interest.
Zoisite shrugged and sighed. “Really Jadiete!” He hissed at the informal interrogation. Even though he knew Endymion and Jadiete had their own special bond, Zoisite hardly wanted to entertain it.
“What are you saying, Kunzite?” Zoisite questioned. “You honestly think the Moon Kingdom would be trying to remove credibility from the crown? What would the end game be for them?” He questioned. “And it’s not as if we can go and ask questions. This girl is a needle in a hay stack. We can’t just go to the Moon Kingdom and get more information.” He rolled his eyes at all the speculation.
[Tag Generals and Endymion]
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Post by Prince_Endymion on Nov 19, 2014 11:56:33 GMT -5
Nephrite wasn’t often one to sit quietly, but after hearing of the Prince’s ‘breakdown’ as it was being described in rumors, he opted to hear Endymion’s peculiar tale before making wild opinions. He sat comfortably in one of the oversized plush chairs in their common room, his neck resting against the back of the chair as he watched the Prince carefully, trying to decipher the young man’s body language. For all intents and purposes, he seemed to be regaling them of a tale, truthful and firm in his manners as always. He was admittedly unsure and a bit unaware of the situation as a whole, since he and Zoisite had been away on guard duty for much of the past two days.
Kunzite’s assumption was un-surprising; dramatic and littered with conspiracy theories. Jadiete’s however, was that of a more amusing variety, one that was sure to fluster the Prince. The idea was enough to force Nephrite to lean forward, his face suddenly alit with enthusiasm. He grinned at the observation, before pausing only to glance at Zoisite with raised eyebrows, “Oh, Zoisite, don’t be such a stick in the mud. We have Kunzite for that…” He mused at the silver haired general’s expense. “Sorry, but I’m with Jadiete on this one. Our chronically serious Prince finds a woman both beautiful and intriguing?” Nephrite snickered, resting his chin upon his hands, “Do tell us all about this... Siren that fascinates you so.”
Tag: Endymion, Kunzite, Jadiete, Zoisite
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Post by General Kunzite on Nov 19, 2014 14:54:16 GMT -5
Kunzite sighed loudly, expressing his disapproval of their childish antics, but he leaned back and looked interested in an answer as well. Endymion had followed Kunzite’s example maybe too well in the pursuit of duty over pleasure, so to hear how this woman had entrapped his senses so well would be a useful story. Besides, he had his chance to voice his opinions and his peers had that right as well.
Each general was so starkly different from the other. Kunzite had often wondered how he had come to be grouped with these men who took life so care-freely when he had worked and sacrificed everything to achieve it himself. Yet, they all had their gifts that they brought to the service of Endymion and Kunzite respected their instincts even as he found them superfluous. It balanced out his harsh rigor and he figured it was good for Endymion to experience men who enjoyed life beyond the statutes and expectations of royal life. Kunzite eyed the drinks on the table as an example of this. He smirked, realizing this was Jadeite’s second drink today as he stored that tidbit away for later. He folded his arms and waited for Endymion’s reply.
Tag: Endymion
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Post by Prince_Endymion on Nov 20, 2014 10:16:31 GMT -5
Endymion found sitting impossible at this moment; even though he felt he was on display for the four men who reclined in various manners. He felt fidgety, frustrated and unsettled. Pacing awkwardly across the room as Kunzite voiced his concerns, he felt his heart sink slightly. Serenity may have been a lot of things in that short amount of time, but he was positive that she was no assassin. Why, she hadn’t actually even wanted him to escort her! No, in truth he rather forced himself upon her. Endymion tried to recall why exactly, but he couldn’t place the exact moment where he decided to do anything specifically; for he was driven by something deep inside, some subtle longing to be near her. It was almost amusing what a mess his simple endeavor had turned into.
Holding up his hand as he met Kunzite’s pale gaze, a deep frown drawn across his expression. “…I appreciate the concern, but I’m completely confident that Serenity was no assassin… of any sort. She didn’t exactly invite me to follow her…That was my own doing.” He was then distracted from Kunzite’s concerns by the other men’s unexpected musings. Endymion stopped his pacing and turned very slowly towards the other men, his face relaying mild horror as his dark blue eyes widened.
“Eh…eh…What!?” He exhaled in a frustrated manner, the way Jadiete was opting to read into his words. The smirk across the blonde man’s face was infuriating. Zoisite’s attempt to correct the other general faltered, had he truly mentioned she was beautiful earlier? He could barely recall. Nephrite seemed pleased enough by such musings, the way the brunette man leaned forward to hear more. The unanticipated turn of the conversation caused a slip in his fortitude and he felt his composure falter as he fumbled for a believable defense. The gaze of his dark blue eyes turned to Neprhite, glaring at him as he spoke.
“Nephrite… Siren is an odd word choice to describe her. And no.. Jadiete. No. It wasn’t like that…” He paused, shaking his hands trying to properly articulate what he was trying to say. The prince certainly couldn’t lie, she was beautiful, remarkably so, he couldn’t shake the image of her smiling from his consciousness, and she was vivacious, unlike anyone he’d ever encountered before. It was as though he had just discredited those facts while trying to correct Jadiete.
“I mean…yes! She was quite beautiful and intriguing.” He paused, glaring at Jadiete now, “Stop your ridiculous assumptions…we were merely talking about life and my armor felt too heavy after the spar. Wading in the wate-” Endymion threw his hands up in the air. Exhaling sharply as his dynamic made a drastic switch, “Ah!… I don’t have to justify anything about that part of the afternoon!” Crossing his arms across his chest, he felt embarrassment slip into the emotional maelstrom that swirled about in his mind right now. Casting his gaze aside, he took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. But he knew his generals and he’d given them an inch… which meant he’d be tormented by their questions until he eventually gave a half-satisfactory answer.
[Tag: Jadiete, Kunzite, Zoisite, Nephrite]
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Post by Usagi_Tsukino_Kagetsu on Nov 20, 2014 11:20:43 GMT -5
Jadiete stood, quite pleased with his Prince’s remarks. “Let the record state.” He began, with a hand pointed to the air as if he were some esteemed justice and Endymion the man on trial. It was clear Endymion felt he was on trail, so Jadiete chose to make the most of it. His other hand that wrapped firmly about his drink jerked toward his chest. “That our dear Prince was in fact pursuing this woman from the beginning.” He teased and then plopped back into his seat, toning down his animated actions.
“To be fair your highness, when women are involved, it’s all a carefully thought out game. Intriguing and beautiful,” he scoffed.
“There are many women with those qualities who use them to ensnare honest people into doing hardly honest things.” His gaze hardened. “She could have simply drawn you in like a moth to the flame, to earn your trust and then tarnish your reputation.” He smirked, getting the next words out before he took another drink. “At least that’s what Kunzite would say.” He mused.
“Ah, Prince. Tell your friends the truth. I have never seen such a strong man cling to such a pink hat!” He seethed with giddiness. “You could not let it go. Such an artifact of such an unimportant person to you?” He rose a brow.
Zoisite had been quiet, fingertips circling under his chin. “The wheels in your head do seem to be spinning feverously, Endymion. You are leaving much unsaid here. How long were you with this woman?” He questioned.
Jadiete jumped up, pointing at the Prince wildly in amusement. “Ah, but he admits! He admits my fellow justices.” He said, bowing to the group before he moved on to refill his drink. He felt parched from his perfect performance of pulling out details from their usually silent noble.
“Endymion, it’s unfortunate. And you should have a right to your privacy, but you are the Prince of Earth. You are held to a higher standard of being.” Zoisite said, shifting his weight as he leaned forward. “Jadiete may be a fool, but what I heard is you were running about wildly, very concerned for her well-being. And just now, you called her Serenity.” He paused, his tone lowering, “that’s quite informal.” He processed his thoughts aloud.
Jadiete stood from the back of the room, giving a nod. “Exactly. How intrigued are you by this person you’ve hardly met?” He questioned in an even-keeled tone. “Would you travel the universe to find her?” He added jokingly. The whole thing really was a mess. The Moon Kingdom had overstepped boundaries, but the two seeing each other again was hardly a reality.
The things left unsaid, that he hoped had begun to spin in Endymion’s mind was a flash forward. He would be King. His relationships were not owned by him, but by all his people. Would the people of Earth be accepting of a foreigner being associated with the Crown? What would the ramifications of such a potential union be? Again, all of it was hardly possible.
[Tag Endymion and Generals]
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