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Post by solomon on May 13, 2015 9:30:24 GMT
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There's a secluded little alcove on a back street in twilight town. Nothing special. Just a small fountain surrounded by a low stone step, gurgling and plashing in a curve of moss-streaked stone. Sunlight always hits this fountain from between a gap in the buildings opposite: the water flashes and glitters in the sun, reflecting glints of orange and gold. You could see the glimmering water from the mouth of the street.
Solomon stopped by this fountain for two reasons. First, he was thirsty. The leather water-flask at his hip was empty and his mouth was so dry it was hard to swallow. Second, the fountain lay far from the main roads, and Solomon coveted the privacy. Leaning his staff against the wall with a brief clank, the Nobody sat down on the step, uncapped his flask, and filled it under the steady stream of cool water.
Reaching into the fountain, Solomon cupped his hand. Then, rinsed his face , taking handfulls of water until his bangs dripped. Sighing, the Nobody mopped his face with his sleeve. Grabbed a cigarette. Lit a match. Looked up. And stopped. Someone was here... watching. Solomon stared back, holding his burning match without moving.
<<< OOC: not really sure what this is. sorry it's not more interesting. >>>
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Post by APOLLO on May 28, 2015 0:01:57 GMT
 LETS PAINT IT RED TO FIT IN. He'd never really gone out on his own before. He'd gone on several small missions with Xander though, so he figured, since Xander was ohkay with him going out, he'd try it. He used the corridor of darkness to take himself to one of the worlds he'd been to before. He remembered it was called Twilight Town. He came here because he rather liked the bright colors and the ice cream that he could find here. Not to mention the underground tunnels were a cool place to explore. Slipping away from the louder parts of town Apollo began to step deeper into the more back alleys. Just exploring. He didn't really like being around a lot of people. There was always some possibility of a betrayal or an ambush. In the quieter areas he would be able to catch anyone who would try to hurt him and it would be a lot easier to deal with one person then it was to deal with a crowd of people. Of course he wasn't expecting it to be completely silent with no people at all. There were still houses and buildings after all. It was just more in the back where people didn't want to be. While he was wondering around, just exploring he came across a fountain full of water. Curious Apollo hung over it and peered into the water. Immediately he could see his own reflection. He reached down to touch it but before he could there were a set of footsteps coming his way. Reacting with a flight instead of fight response Apollo skitted away from the fountain and ducked behind a large barrel near the wall. He peeked out from behind it just as the man came into view. He dipped a little container into the water that Apollo had never seen before. Why would someone do that? Then he set the container down and began to flip the water onto his face. With curious big black eyes Apollo watched this man. His movements and reactions were quite strange. Then he pulled out two little sticks. One he used to produce fire. That was called a match. He'd seen those before, especially since Xander usually had his room lit by candle light. But It wasn't ohkay that the man suddenly looked up and stared right at him. Scared out of his wits Apollo didn't move, not because he thought it would hide him. But he didn't want to cause any trouble. However, his eyes slowly became wide and his fingers twitched. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by solomon on May 28, 2015 8:46:02 GMT
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For a moment, the Nobody and the Heartless stared at each other, waiting. How long had this person been watching him? Solomon was ready to run, to fight. Ready to deal with any threat. But... all the stranger did was stare. Eyes widening. Hands twitching. He reminded Solomon of a deer, startled and fearful, staring with glistening dark eyes. Solomon felt himself relax. That expression... This person wasn't a threat. He was afraid. Move slowly. Don't startle him.
Fear. Even as a Nobody, Solomon knew it. Knew it by stranger's shouts, fast blows, little side-steps, pale faces. Knew it in his own twisted memories. He wanted to let this stranger know that everything was alright. Nobody was going to get hurt. Leaning his elbows on his knees, Solomon spoke in a quiet voice. "It's alright. No one's going to hurt you."
Of course, that was when the match burned down. It didn't hurt: his body simply absorbed the heat. But the feeling of the flame on his skin startled Solomon. He dropped the match with a jolt. Scrratt. He ground out the match with his boot. Looked back up at Apollo to see what his reaction was. Maybe he'd run. Maybe it was time to leave...
Without moving, Solomon waited. This strange, timid person was different from any grown-up Solomon had ever met: Apollo's reactions were almost like a child's. No... he couldn't leave yet. His curiosity was peaked. Blinking as water dripped into his eyes, Solomon decided to stick around a little longer... just to see what Apollo would do next.
<<< OOC: ugh. don't like it. >>>
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Post by APOLLO on May 30, 2015 20:10:18 GMT
 LETS PAINT IT RED TO FIT IN. There were a few moments where both men sat and stared at each other. Each wondering what the other was going to do. Apollo didn't move. There could be danger here. The man did look a bit scary. But he found the people who looked the scariest often were the kindest to him. Xander, his eyes that strange black and red, but he was Apollo's best friend. Felix, That had to be the scariest man Apollo had ever seen and yet he'd still not hurt Apollo yet. Although he suspected that had something to do with Xander. Which was fine with Apollo. He'd rather not get eaten by that man. This man was tall with stitches all over his body, Even on his clothes. So... Perhaps this man wasn't as bad as he looked? He didn't seem to be hostile towards Apollo. But even still he watched. Then the man spoke, his words confirming Apollo's suspicions. "It's alright. No one's going to hurt you."He didn't react right away. There wasn't really much time for him to. For suddenly the man jumped in shock and tossed down the match that was in his hand. Then using his boot he stomped the fire out. Apollo didn't move at first. Didn't even flinch. He was suddenly wondering whether or not the man was alright. It wasn't until he was staring back at Apollo that he decided it was alright to move again. This time crawling toward the stranger like a curious dog. When he was close enough he stared at the man for a moment and then grabbed his hand and started looking at it, as if he were trying to find the burn mark. But strange enough, there wasn't one. Tilting his head he looked back up at the man with a slightly confused look on his face. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by solomon on Jun 1, 2015 9:57:56 GMT
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Solomon kept still as Apollo crawled forward. He couldn't predict what the stranger going to do: nothing Apollo had done so far matched the columns of information Solomon stored away in his mind. Not much of this made sense. Behavior: adult, male. Nothing lined up with this strange, pale person creeping up to him across the square. Keep still. Like a person watching a wild and wary animal approach: keep still. No sudden moves.
Apollo didn't seem dangerous, so Solomon wasn't on edge when he crept withing striking distance. Apollo was unsure, curious. Solomon waited, watching. Then, and unexpected grip on his hand made his body go tense. Apollo grabbed his burned hand. Peered at it. A few minutes of intent staring didn't seem to yield what he was looking for. The strange little Heartless gazed back up at Solomon and tilted his head, a mild look of confusion on his face. Solomon remained a bit tense: he wasn't used to being touched without getting hurt. Even so, he didn't pull his hand away. What was Apollo doing? Looking for the burn mark? Why didn't he just ask about it? Even gestures were more normal than this. Maybe this person just couldn't speak?
The more Solomon saw, the more curious he became. On top of his curiosity, Solomon had begun to form a sense of strange kinship toward Apollo. When he spoke again, it was in that same calm, almost soothing voice. "Matches don't burn me." Without making any sudden moves, Solomon slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out another match. Scrip. The match sputtered, and a little flicker of flame bloomed from the tip. Watching Apollo, Solomon held the little flame to his palm. Waited. Then snuffed it out between forefinger and thumb. "You see? No burns." Solomon displayed his smooth palm. "Do you have a name?"
<<< OOC: meh >>>
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Post by APOLLO on Jun 2, 2015 8:24:38 GMT
 LETS PAINT IT RED TO FIT IN. "Matched don't burn me." Apollo looked at the man rather curiously. A person who could eat themselves and regenerate their own body, and now a person who couldn't be burned. Then slowly he produced another match and struck it. Apollo watched, clearly interested in what the man was about to do. The little flame blazed for a short moment before he went to touch it. Apollo flinched slightly and looked at him with concern. Fire hurt. Fire was hot. Fire was not meant to be touched. But sure enough, when he produced his hand to look at, Apollo could see no burn marks. With wide eyes he reached out and gently felt the smooth edges of the man's hand. Nope, nothing. "You see? No burns." He blinked but then pulled away and gazed up at the man with curious eyes. "Do you have a name?" He asked and Apollo glanced around him. There wasn't really anything that he could draw with. That was usually the way that he communicated when he needed to. But he did know how to spell his name. That was one of the only things that he did know how to spell. Although Xander had been teaching him how to write in his spare time. It was pretty interesting to watch his own progress. It was so strange how creative he was and yet he didn't know how to write. His strokes were perfect, and yet he didn't know how. Then it came to him. He looked back up at the man and his still held up hand. Moving slowly, he took the man's hand into his own and held his palm up to the sky. He glanced up at Solomon briefly before taking his finger and tracing across the smooth skin of his palm. First there was a slow "A" and next came a "P" and so on an so forth until he'd had spelt his own name. When he was finished he looked back up at the man with a curious expression. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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