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Post by theron on Jun 8, 2011 10:38:09 GMT -5
It had been almost six months since he'd arrived in Death City. Six months of eye-opening experiences, classes that were equal parts enlightening and bizarre, and exposure to more people in greater variety than he'd ever anticipated. He'd fled halfway across the world, gotten himself enrolled in the most famed school in the world, arranged to be fast-tracked through the 'NOT' classes, met a girl, found out she was also a Weapon, and together killed a crazy axe murderer who'd supposedly been dead for almost a hundred years. Theron paused, his body tense in the middle of a training routine, empty fist outstretched and his entire body streamlined in support of the punch. It struck him suddenly that this was almost exactly how he'd been standing when he'd rammed his fist into Lizzie Borden's face, scoring the first actual hit of the battle. For just a split second he was back in the bed & breakfast, storm raging outside, the Kishin Egg's claws mere inches from him... and Nova, who seconds earlier had stood ready to sacrifice herself for him -- for a boy that, in all truth, she barely knew -- pulled out of harm's way as her Meister did what he'd assumed an honorable death would demand of him. They'd survived, ragged and bleeding, rain-soaked and out of breath, long enough for Lizzie's own rage to expose her to a fatal counterattack. The Romanian let out a long, deep sigh, remembering the countless times that night that they could have breathed their last. Nova would've faced death with him. The fact weighed down like a ton of bricks. And the only response... ... was to get stronger. Returning to a neutral position and drawing in long, deep breaths, Theron d'Metreon stood a while in thought. When he'd first arrived all he'd cared about was making himself stronger for his own purposes, chief amongst them ascending to supremacy within his own family. But as the months ticked by, something seemed to be changing. He still wanted to survive the Reckoning, sure... but Nova was his partner now. Her welfare was his concern as a Meister. The urge to improve himself was now coupled with a desire that he initially hadn't even been able to put a word to, a desire that still struck him oddly every time it came to the fore in his mind. The desire... to protect. And as voices swirled in and out of his thoughts... [/color] "She’s going to know everything about you when that stops. From your Family to your hair color, your IQ to your…""He doesn’t just see you as you, he’s got other things on his mind!""Oh God…PLEASE SHUT UUPPPP!""September Black. Theron, I presume? I trust my little Princess is safe with you?""Sounds like you two really are a lethal team. I really am I proud of you both, you got further then I did.""You do know I was meant to be her Meister…right?"[/ul][/size] ... he gradually realized that he didn't quite know what to think anymore. For Theron, life was quickly becoming a complicated jumble of priories and ethics, a stew of past, present and future that seemed as dubious as it did murky. He slumped against the tree where his textbooks waited, piled up around its base. It wasn't often he did homework outside of the apartment, but had decided a change of pace and setting might help clear his head. So much for that. The book on top was one he'd read and re-read at least a dozen times, a strangely thin volume called 'Resonance Theory'. Supposedly this was the guidebook by which student teams mastered Soul Resonance, but half of it was just cryptic nonsense and the rest accounts from Meisters and Weapons of what the experience was actually like. He'd grown heartily sick of reading dozens of iterations of "understand the will of your partner" and "a sound soul dwells within a sound...". None of it seemed practical or straightforward in the least... but as he looked down at its well-cared-for cover, a thought struck him. He was trying to apply conventional, almost mechanistic, reason and logic to an aetheric technique -- what if that wasn't how it worked at all? What if the book wasn't keeping the "big secret" of Soul Resonance from its readers at all? Strange as it sounded, maybe the needed bond wasn't merely mental... what if the needed connectivity ran deeper? Reaching into his pocket, Theron pulled out the seldom-used cell phone he'd gotten after the Fall River mission. He hesitated a second... then dialed Nova's number.
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Post by nova on Jun 8, 2011 16:17:36 GMT -5
Deathbucks always seemed busy after school was out. It was very much a Student hang-out, it was where they all seemed to go if the park was full and the basketball court was already taken. It was also when Nova understood the whole waitress thing they had going to avoid queues. Luckily her shift was over in 15 minutes and then maybe she could settle down for the night. Maybe she could pop into Death City Music on the way home seeing as the customers today had been more than generous and she had something like $20 worth of tips. It was also pay day soon so she’d be rolling around in money! Something about this was so much more satisfying then working in her parents shop. Not that they wanted her to work there anyway, if anything her Dad had encouraged her to work elsewhere as a way of becoming more ‘Independent’. That was strange for September, he would normally want her close to home but maybe he was coming to terms that his little princess was growing up.
Nova hadn’t stopped since this shift had started and now it was getting close to the end of her working day she was slowing down a little. Deathbucks was noisy and crowed; it didn’t look like there were any seats left anymore. Luckily this meant it would calm down a bit before more seats were free. The raven haired girl wiped her forehead. Damn it was hot today as well, and she was in a coffee shop. The steam from the machines did nothing for the inside of the shop, but a nice breeze did come in through the open glass door every now and then. She still had homework to do and a dog to walk Damnit! Nova went into the back room to have a sit down before she died on the spot. The weapon sighed, putting a hand across her head and the stupid little hat fell off her hair. A male voice laughed at her. He was her co-worker. He didn’t go to the Academy; he wasn’t a Meister or a Weapon. He was your average Joe, a few years older than Nova herself. “No slacking on the Job Novie!” He chirped. Nova smiled a bit, but didn’t move. “My shift is almost over jackass, you’re the one that’s slacking here, not me!” The boy smiled, picking up his bag. “Someone’s grumpy today!” Nova scoffed “Pff, I’m not grumpy, I’m being sarcastic.” “Ooffff course you are. Anyway, my shift is over see you on…” Before he could continue, he was interrupted by Nova’s phone going off in her bag, tucked away in the corner. Nova almost fell out the seat in surprise.
Her co-worker mouthed the rest in some kind of reaction to the phone, and Nova got up with a sigh, walking over towards her bag; otherwise ignoring the boy who had turned to walk out the door. After a few moments of shuffling through the contents of her bag, she pulled out her ‘old’ touch screen (she needed a newer one, she swore) and looked at the caller. The name flashed ‘Theron’ in green words and Nova lifted a curious eyebrow. She answered it and brought the cell up to her ear. “Sorry to keep you waiting, my co-worker is totally hitting on me…” Nova looked over her shoulder just to check that he was gone, before she stood up, leaning against the wall. “You hardly ever call…or use your phone for that matter, what’s up? Someone die?” The Demon Weapon always liked to exaggerate whenever Theron got in contact with her via phone; he never really used it, so it was somewhat of a rare occurrence. Considering her shift was almost up, Nova picked up her shoulder bag and put the strap over her shoulder, hanging at her hip. Hopefully the room would stay vacant for the next minute or two while she was on the phone, and hopefully the manager would let her go early if she had to leave.
Well, she guessed he’d probably ask her to come and meet him someplace. Theron wasn’t the kind of person to call you for a casual chat, there was always something going on with him. Nova sighed again, looking up at the clock. If they didn’t let her out, she could always call it ‘Shibusen stuff’ and they’d let her out. They seemed to give her the benefit of the doubt most of the time, which was good for her. Although, she wondered what Theron could possibly have in mind this time…
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Post by theron on Jun 8, 2011 22:39:31 GMT -5
[/color] “You hardly ever call…or use your phone for that matter, what’s up? Someone die?”[/ul] "No, nothing like that." Despite his best attempts, there was a slight awkwardness in Theron's voice that he couldn't quite seem to suppress. Nor was the momentary pang of some indeterminate emotion at the mention of a co-worker "hitting on" Nova -- an American colloquialism the Romanian had only recently learned -- something he'd expected either. He mentally shook the jumble of half-formed thoughts from his head and re-focused. "I was wondering if you're available later to meet up for some Resonance training... and..." There was an audible pause, something Nova couldn't help but pick up on. "...Well, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, too. If you're free, we could meet out in the woods or wherever you'd prefer -- I'm there right now, actually."
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Post by nova on Jun 9, 2011 17:52:45 GMT -5
”No, nothing like that”
”You sure?” She chuckled, sarcastically replying to her partner. She shuffled a little, that bag awkward on her shoulders. Well, not really her shoulders but still. Nova tried to shrug off the tone in his voice with some success, twisting a strand of hair in her fingers subconsciously. It would have to do for now. Nova seemed to get worked up for no reason sometimes, so she was learning to tread carefully unless something was definitely up. "I was wondering if you're available later to meet up for some Resonance training... and..." Theron paused and Nova did to, on the other end of the phone. "...Well, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, too. If you're free, we could meet out in the woods or wherever you'd prefer -- I'm there right now, actually." That pause. It made her feel slightly awkward. She lowered her hand from her hair slowly. Something was up. Now she could worry slightly, but that had already happened and her heart was starting to beat a little faster than normal. That was always a good sign…
”Umm..” Her voice came out a little hoarse, before she cleared her throat, getting back on track. ”Yeah, ok. I’m sure they’ll let me go a little early because they love me and all…” Nova quickly glanced at the clock, slightly trying to tell herself it wasn’t going to be as bad as she thought. After all, when you’ve been rejected from so many partnerships in your past you can get slightly paranoid when something marginally good starts to happen. It was probably just her. ”This better not be another pointless Resonance escapade considering how brilliantly we’ve done so far in the scheme of things…” That was probably the worst thing she could have said. Nova mentally slapped herself in the face.”…Forget that last bit. I’ll come and find you; I shouldn’t be too long depending on how long Dizzy wants to keep me back...” Dizzy was the name she sometimes referred to her co-worker as. His name was actually Desmond. People say he’s from Scotland, but he was steadfast on him being American. ”Rude hang up in 3…2…1…” As the phone-line cut. Nova locked the Phone so it didn’t decide to call some random person while it was in her bag and put it away. The girl sighed, before getting off the wall, and heading back out into the shop to leave.
Just as she came around the corner of the back room…
”BOO, SURPISE!” ”HOLY MOTHER FU….!”
Dizzy jumped out in front of her and almost scared Nova into a coma, only just managing to stop a barrage of swear words by flailing around like a mad woman. She pointed a finger at him and just glared for a while as he smiled back. It was like that for a few moments. Then the manager leaned over from the till. ”Oi, you two, scram before you drive people away.” Nova didn’t really say anything, but Dizzy grabbed her arm and pulled her out the glass doors just smiling at his boss, saying numerous sorry’s as he went. Once outside Nova hit him on the shoulder. ”What the shitting hell was that, smartass!” He laughed at her ”You’re a Shibusen Student aren’t you! Nerves of steel and all!” Nova sighed again ”Pff, Not me…” Dizzy stretched his arms above his head, almost half a foot taller than Nova. ”Soooo, where ya’ off to?” Nova didn’t look at him and just kept walking towards the Park. ”Student Stuff, my partner wants to meet me for some training around the forest near the Park.” Her Co-worker put his hands in his pockets, almost looking fascinated ”You people don’t stop…Mind if I walk you there?” It went silent. Now, Nova could always say no, but it wouldn’t stop him. It would be a wasted effort. ”…Fine. But then you piss off, right?” Dizzy just laughed at her ” Aye, aye, Ma’am!”” Could this get any worse?
A journey that took ten minutes seemed to go on forever, Desmond going on about crap she didn’t care about, but she wasn’t listening. It was almost a relief to see Theron again. Now that, given the pervious conversation between the two, meant something. Nova prodded Desmond with her elbow, who reacted with no generous amount of Melodrama. ”Right, I’m here, now will you please GO? I’ll see you in a couple days.” –Thank GOD- She added to herself. Desmond just looked at her. ” I said SCRAM. I’ve seen enough of your ugly mug.” Nova pointed back the way they’d came. ” Oh dear Novie, your words wound me so! Until next time, my fiery angel!” Desmond tended to go all Dramatic on you, but he failed to realise it was more annoying than funny, or, today it was. ”…That was slightly creepy…” She murmured to herself, walking towards Theron with Dizzy shouting ‘Goodbye’ in as many languages as you could think of. It was hardly easy to miss.
”Heya, Theron. Ignore the idiot please…he’s embarrassing...” Nova put her bag down under the tree and then faced him again. ” And don’t say anything! I had to come straight here from work so I couldn’t get changed.” Of course, Nova wasn’t too keen on wearing her work outfit anywhere but work because of certain ‘visual disadvantages’. ”So, where d’ya want to start?” Hopefully Dizzy didn’t make things too awkward now…
Sorry, I LOVE awkward NPC’s XDDD
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Post by theron on Jun 12, 2011 22:44:29 GMT -5
”This better not be another pointless Resonance escapade considering how brilliantly we’ve done so far in the scheme of things…”Although the comment stung a bit, it was true, and soberingly so. All of Theron and Nova's attempts to achieve even a momentary Resonance so far had ended in blunt failures; oftentimes they weren't even able to make anything happen, and the few reactions they had managed had backfired in painful pulses of white-hot wavelength energy. Compared to the flawless in-class demonstrations they'd seen by teachers and other students alike their own efforts were not only lacking but downright failures -- the fact that something simply wasn't coming together properly was so clear it was like a slap in the face... one that caused prideful Theron no lack of shame to think back on. ”…Forget that last bit. I’ll come and find you; I shouldn’t be too long depending on how long Dizzy wants to keep me back...Rude hang up in 3…2…1…”And just like that, the stage was set. Suddenly the young Romanian's throat felt uncomfortably dry. ------------------------------------------------ ”Oh dear Novie, your words wound me so! Until next time, my fiery angel!”He'd heard Nova coming through the trees to their usual practice spot, but the additional -- and somewhat irritating -- male voice came as an unpleasant surprise to a mind that was already distracted. Theron had been leaning against the tree, arms folded and deep in thought, up until he heard Nova telling someone to go away, at which point his eyes shot open and fixed firmly in their direction. Just who exactly was talking to his partner like that?! A momentary flare of jealousy seemed to shoot up out of nowhere before a willful effort put a lid on it. He'd been down this road before; Nova's personal life, what she spent her time on, and who she hung out with was her business. Any urge to be "possessive" and expect her exclusive attentions was not only unrealistic but downright rude, so the young prince quickly told himself. Just another reminder of the very different worlds they each came from... the very thing Theron was about to lay on the table after six months of partnership. He drew in a deep, calming breath, focusing his thoughts. This wouldn't be easy, no matter how much he'd rehearsed in over the ten minutes since the phone call. ”Heya, Theron. Ignore the idiot please…he’s embarrassing... And don’t say anything! I had to come straight here from work so I couldn’t get changed.”...Of course, the moment she said that Theron suddenly became aware of the very flattering waitress outfit -- one more thing to add to the jumble of thoughts he was trying hard to hold in check. On impulse he'd looked off to the side slightly, trying and failing to keep a hint of blushing from his cheeks, then mentally slapped himself and looked back. ”So, where d’ya want to start?”" . . . With a confession. An admission of guilt on my part."The words came out a bit stronger than he'd intended, and a second after they were spoken he belatedly realized how something like that must sound. Theron backpedaled. "To be more specific... there are some things I haven't told you. Things you probably deserved to know before considering me as a Meister, but at the time... well... I didn't want to scare you away."He turned to the side and took a few paces, ordering his thoughts as he did so -- and trying desperately not to think about how deep the metaphorical hole he was now digging really was. "You must have had your suspicions about me . I suppose it's kind of ridiculous to admit to now; I didn't even realize it until I'd been here a few months, how what I wear makes it almost a dead giveaway. The first time someone called me 'Dracula' I should've realized that a cape and crest were... gah, now I'm just rambling!" Turning to face Nova, his expression betraying far more inner conflict than he normally allowed himself, Theron closed his eyes and sighed. "There's no easy way to say this, but... Nova, please, bear with me."
"The truth is... I'm a prince."
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Post by nova on Jun 13, 2011 18:23:58 GMT -5
By now, as in 6 months, Nova was as used to her partners little quirks as getting progressively nowhere. Nova could just tell he wasn’t keen on Dizzy and he had right to be. He was slightly annoying sometimes. Although, he didn’t have a bad bone in his body and his heart was in the right place. Sort of. It mostly was anyway. When Theron spoke, Nova was half way through a yawn, but his words stopped her dead, and she just stared at him, wearing a stupid face for a moment, before she relaxed, brought her arms to her side and decided it was best to listen and not say anything right now. There was a time and place for sarcasm and such. Now wasn’t either. Though he seemed slightly more serious than before and that alone caused her to worry like she had been doing on the phone only a few minutes ago. Anyway, if he was feeling guilty that couldn’t be good. At all. ”To be more specific... there are some things I haven't told you. Things you probably deserved to know before considering me as a Meister, but at the time... well... I didn't want to scare you away.” The weapons heart was speeding up, and truth be told she wasn’t sure what he was trying to say. Or, she didn’t know what to expect, and she wasn’t going to hazard a guess because it might be nothing and him just being over dramatic. Or it could be much bigger then what she could imagine up. Still, however, she was expecting the worst. Like he was actually only here for a limited time and was going to bugger off or something like that. If that happened Nova would most likely drop out of Shibusen! She couldn’t go another year in the NOT classes, it made her feel stupid. Either way, she felt a pang in her heart, knowing there was something she hadn’t been told. Besides, didn’t she already tell him that keeping major secrets hinder the connection between two souls? Suddenly Nova felt stupid. They hadn’t been able to Resonate even in the tiniest even though she knew a lot about souls and soul connections and Theron had his head in a book most of the time. All that happened was nada or either one got a Soul Wavelength Whiplash. It should have been some sort of clue to make her ask questions before this point. Maybe not.
Theron distanced himself from her, and Nova’s blood seemed to run cold. ’…Oh shit…’ The word filled her otherwise busy mind. If it wasn’t as bad as Nova was beginning to think it was, Theron was doing himself no favours at all. ”You must have had your suspicions about me . I suppose it's kind of ridiculous to admit to now; I didn't even realize it until I'd been here a few months, how what I wear makes it almost a dead giveaway. The first time someone called me 'Dracula' I should've realized that a cape and crest were... gah, now I'm just rambling!” The first thing that came into her head was along the lines of ’…You’re not a vampire, are you?’ but then she decided that was ridiculous. But then something did seem to make sense. His dress sense was unusual but not unseen around here really, but yes, the crest was something she had noticed. Theron turned to face her and Nova died a little inside, freezing on the spot she stood on. He didn’t look to comfortable, either, as he closed his eyes and sighed. She wanted to do the same but couldn’t. There was a pause.
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” The truth is... I'm a prince.”
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Followed by another, much longer, pause. The Demon Chakrams mind went as blank as a new canvas. A few more moments passed and Nova was still trying to work out that she was standing within tackling distance of a prince. Then she just started to laugh, if a little fake. It didn’t go on for very long but when he didn’t laugh back she paused again. Silence ensued. ”…Your being serious, aren’t you?” Nova sat down by the tree and thought for a moment. ”So…you’re a Romanian Prince, who probably came here, from some big ol’ Castle where you probably had everything, to get up, fight, and partner up with someone like me? An average girl? Ha…I feel so small and useless right now I doubt you even understand.” She sighed. It sounded a little harsh but when it came down to it, Nova was as normal as you got. In her mind, the dirt on the shoe of a noble let alone a Prince. In knowing that she felt like she wasn’t good enough or strong enough, nothing someone like the Prince Theron would desire of a weapon, that alone was gushing from her soul in gigantic waves. ” If you’re a Prince then I imagine you’d want a much more noble weapon…” She groaned and turned onto her side, leaning against the tree, her back facing Theron. ”….I feel like I’m talking to a completely different person damnit…” After that, she didn’t really know what to say.
Well this wasn’t awkward.
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Post by theron on Jun 14, 2011 8:47:45 GMT -5
”…Your being serious, aren’t you?”
The forced-sounding laughter had died a little quicker than he'd expected; in a strange sort of way, Theron had hoped she wouldn't take him seriously at first... that he could ease his partner into the truth he was trying to get across. But that had lasted all of maybe thirty seconds, and now a tense weight seemed to hang in the air between them.
”So…you’re a Romanian Prince, who probably came here, from some big ol’ Castle where you probably had everything, to get up, fight, and partner up with someone like me? An average girl? Ha…I feel so small and useless right now I doubt you even understand.”
Small. Useless. The words struck home like a knife to the chest, throwing him back to years of abuse and neglect, of being looked down on and told he was nothing by the very people who shared his bloodline. It hadn't been until Christmas with Nova's family that Theron had truly begun to realize that family wasn't automatically there to push you down and crush your hope -- that the opposite, in fact, was the norm. He felt the urge to interrupt, to stop her before she said anything more to belittle herself... but she'd given him the liberty to speak what was on his mind. If their partnership was going to get over this hurdle it was only right to hear her out in turn.
”If you’re a Prince then I imagine you’d want a much more noble weapon…”
”…I feel like I’m talking to a completely different person damnit…”
This was what he'd feared she'd do, find some way to take it out on herself. Theron sighed quietly. This certainly wasn't going as well as he'd hoped...
He walked over to a tree close to hers, sitting down facing her. "Nova... you are way too hard on yourself sometimes. You're supposed to be angry with me right now." Then a thought suddenly popped into his head and, on a whim, Theron removed one of his gloves. "I'm not interested in another weapon -- whether you think a chakram is 'noble enough' or not, we've been through too much already for me to even consider looking for a new partner." With that he held out the palm of his hand for her to see. A line of pale skin, the faded reminder of a scar, was still visible trailing from pinky to thumb -- the wound he'd cut into himself to help end the fight with Lizzie Borden.
The physical reminder of a promise... and a bond.
" 'I’ll protect you if you’ll stand by me. We’ll die together if we have to.' If you'll still accept me as a Meister... I'd like to honor that vow. Also..." His expression fogged over a bit, as if his mind was suddenly somewhere else entirely.
"The life I had before coming here... it wasn't like that."
"My family... well, you already know that I'm the youngest. It's just a small barony in northern Romania, but competition for the throne is..." He wanted so much, so very, very much to say it. Bloody. Brutal. Savage. Murderous. "...Fierce. Only one child in a generation can become the Lord, or Lady, Baron, inheriting everything in the process. The rest are..." Killed. Butchered. Cast down. Erased. "... left with nothing, literally nothing. It's no exaggeration to say that my entire future hangs on making something of myself before my father passes away."
"I'm at a sore disadvantage -- have been since the day I was born. I can't outshine the rest of them in any of the usual ways... but I thought that maybe if I could become a successful Meister that, at least, would be something to build my future on if I don't become my father's heir." It was technically true, though not the original reason he'd become a student here. Initially it had only been about getting stronger, about somehow, maybe just barely, achieving the kind of power he'd need to triumph over the others... but as the months passed and he'd settled into Death City life Theron had actually entertained thoughts of betraying tradition entirely. He could live here, confess himself to the Shibusen instructors, request asylum. Part of him still bucked the idea, but wasn't he cowering behind their walls already? Maybe, just maybe...
"The truth is... you have more here than I ever had back in Romania."
It was an honest confession, pure and true. He'd seen Nova's family, the way they needled each other but ultimately loved and supported each and every family member without question or recompense. "You have people who care about you -- family that don't see you as a pathetic weakling to be stomped into the dirt." The words were flowing now, a stream of though that rolled off his lips unfiltered, uncensored. "You have the freedom to go wherever you want, to find your own way and write your own story. I may have lived in a castle, but it may as well have been a prison, and no matter how much I want to I'll never escape the fact that I was born a d'Metreon. I'd give anything, ANYTHING for the kind of life you live, Nova -- to be 'average' and free instead of 'noble' and always afraid."
That last word seemed to come back around and strike him between the eyes, so quick and unexpectedly had it come. Fear. The school spoke so much about fear, how dangerous and yet necessary it was. How long had he been running from the fact, bottling it up inside so no one could see his weakness? Well, now it was out in the open -- proud, stubborn Theron d'Metreon was, in all honesty, a young man deeply and truly afraid. He hung his head and sighed, looking down at the grass.
"I just... thought it was time to clear the air between us. Tell you who I really am and why I act the way I do. For the good of our partnership... and because you deserve to know. I wouldn't blame you if you decide to find another Meister though, someone with a bit less baggage, someone who won't keep big important secrets from you. You deserve more and I... haven't really been fair to you in that regard."
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Post by nova on Jun 14, 2011 17:39:41 GMT -5
Breathing, it was the only thing she appeared to be doing apart from thinking. As a teenaged girl, she tended to think a little too much about everything. See a simple matter and blow it up into something huge, but Nova wasn’t in the mood to shout and scream. Which was unusual, something like this would normally have her up in arms, being lied to all this time. Well, not lied to, given half-truths. Even so, it felt like, as his partner, or, being the one he chose to be his partner, she deserved to know something like this. Nova’s perspective on him had done a 360, no matter how temporary it may be. Or long term. Something told her this wasn’t the reaction he’d expected. Then again, what did he expect? You don’t keep secrets from you partner…
When Theron sat next to a tree just opposite from her, she avoided looking at him, staring at the blades of grass in front of her, making Theron a blurred image. She didn’t want to feel like this about him but it wasn’t like she had full control. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure what to think. Was he right by keeping this from her, or did it disprove their trust? Or rather, her trust. For now all she really could do was try and listen, hear what he had to say to justify himself. It may not seem like the biggest thing in the world, but you don’t hide who you are from your partner. It was like blocking a part of your soul and stopping it as a whole from fully interacting with another. Or, in other words, the reason why their souls would bite back at each other if they so much as tried a Resonance. Still, even though it hadn’t worked neither had given up on each other. So, that was something, wasn’t it?
Nova only looked when he held out his left hand to her, showing the scar he’d gotten the night at Fall River. Then nova opened up her own left hand, where she bore an identical scar, also from Fall River. She almost smiled. Almost. She curled her fist up again. She remembered it well enough to recall the pain of that night, how scary it was, the darkness and the rain and the cold, and yet, he had been there with her. Her blood brother, her partner. Her best friend. Nova’s bright blue eyes looked up at him, and she listened. "You have people who care about you -- family that don't see you as a pathetic weakling to be stomped into the dirt. You have the freedom to go wherever you want, to find your own way and write your own story. I may have lived in a castle, but it may as well have been a prison, and no matter how much I want to I'll never escape the fact that I was born a d'Metreon. I'd give anything, ANYTHING for the kind of life you live, Nova -- to be 'average' and free instead of 'noble' and always afraid."
This wasn’t like anything she would have expected from Theron that was for sure. Sitting down talking about his own problems, not that he ever let on he had any in the first place. Almost like he was forgetting his pride and leaving it elsewhere. Like he was finally being truly honest with her. Or, she hoped so. Nova didn’t want to think he was lying all the time, keeping things from her that halted her own improvements as well as his own. But at the same time, she didn’t want him to have to suffer in something he had no control over. Normally, she wouldn’t want anything to do with it either, but this was different.
"I just... thought it was time to clear the air between us. Tell you who I really am and why I act the way I do. For the good of our partnership... and because you deserve to know. I wouldn't blame you if you decide to find another Meister though, someone with a bit less baggage, someone who won't keep big important secrets from you. You deserve more and I... haven't really been fair to you in that regard."
Nova stayed quiet for a moment, staying where she was, before she sat up, picking at the dirt under her nails nervously. It was like she couldn’t look at him for some reason. It was really like he was someone different, for the moment, someone who was lightly insecure and looking for help, without saying it directly. Nova stopped picking at her nails and rested her small hands in her lap. ”…I should be mad at you for this. But it wouldn’t really help right now. And you said it yourself, we’ve been through too much together…” She brushed her hand through her hair, sighed, and looked around at all the books. She picked up the Resonance Theory and held it up. ”I know I’m not smart, but I understand this. ’Understand the will of your partner’ …it sounds stupid, I know…” Nova put the book back down, taking off the frilly apron she just didn’t need right now, making herself a bit more comfortable. Hopefully Theron followed suit in getting off the ground, but it didn’t matter. The weapon turned around, and walked towards him. She pressed her left hand to his and kept it there. ”But it’s really simple. It’s also why Resonance never worked for us. I’ve never wanted secrets or lies between us. In which case I should…” She paused. Time to do a quick confession of her own. ”…I should probably tell you I finished with Allen. And that I suffer from Nightmare Syndrome and have done since I could remember…it effects my performance in battle when faced with strong Madness, because its all I see. My nightmares. My fears...” She smirked for a moment, a little from the embarrassment. Nightmare Syndrome normally occurred only in small children but Nova was one of the few unfortunate enough to have it stick with her. She shot a glance down at her feet, before she took a breath and looked back up. ”My Will is to trust and be trusted. What about yours?”
(I'll assume Al can exist here for the sake of it, and that Theron knows about him XD And my last post was AWFUL I'm sorry, I was going to redo it but DAMN YOU -fist shakes- I also need to stop these OOC notes T.T)
Word Count~ 1049
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Post by theron on Jun 19, 2011 22:30:21 GMT -5
(OOC: Yeah, Al references are fine. And relax, your post was fine!)
”I know I’m not smart, but I understand this. ’Understand the will of your partner’ …it sounds stupid, I know…”
The young Meister's ears perked up momentarily at the mention of the text. That particular line, out of all the advice in the book, had frustrated him. For someone so used to reading people the undeniable fact that some aspects of Nova's mind and personality escaped his understanding was a bit demoralizing -- not that he hadn't made attempts, albeit of the more genteel, non-manipulative type. Girls in general were a bit of a mystery to young Theron, and although he'd come to accept Nova's occasional outbursts, randomness, and the occasional self-depreciating comment as part of her energetic personality... he couldn't say with any real truth that he usually understood the source of them. 'Understand the will of your partner'; deceptively simple words. Had he misunderstood them this whole time?
She stood, putting the coffee shop apron aside, and walked towards him. Theron stood, wondering what was coming next, utterly unable to read her. Would she walk right past him, ending their partnership forever? Slap him across the cheek for toying with her? Whatever was coming, he wouldn't stop her. He owed her that much and she...
... she placed her hand in his and a momentary shock ran through the Romanian's mind. Their scars met, the gesture direct and the meaning unmistakable.
She... forgave him? Truly?
”But it’s really simple. It’s also why Resonance never worked for us. I’ve never wanted secrets or lies between us. In which case I should…”
”…I should probably tell you I finished with Allen. And that I suffer from Nightmare Syndrome and have done since I could remember…it effects my performance in battle when faced with strong Madness, because its all I see. My nightmares. My fears...”
Nightmare syndrome? He'd heard of it once in passing, but didn't know much. Still, the name gave a pretty clear picture -- frequent, perhaps even repeating nightmares -- and went a ways towards explaining some of her reactions during the mission to Fall River. A small chill ran up Theron's spine as memories of his own recent nightmare flooded in unexpectedly; the three versions of himself, the dripping, pooling darkness, the vast chessboard landscape...
...the opening of the eye. The world being blasted apart by its roar. Falling into a fiery abyss... and then waking up, blood and bile rising in his throat. 'She experiences that... all the time?!' The thought rang in his head like a shot going off, and now it was the prince's turn to regard his partner in a whole new light. To face the possibility of such terror every time she closed her eyes at night, and then get up the next day and put on a smile, draw, go to class...
Nova was so, SO much stronger than he'd thought. Maybe not in feats of strength, speed, or studying, no... but she had a will to face the darkness that left him stunned. Maybe it did leave her vulnerable to Madness waves, but she had defended him in spite of it.
Her will. Her soul. It was almost like he could feel it now, coming through their enjoined hands.
”My Will is to trust and be trusted. What about yours?”
"I..."
He froze up mentally. The question cut straight to the heart, past all the masks and all the fear, and as he allowed it to sink in deep... his hand actually began to tremble.
"... I'm not sure I know anymore." He admitted in a whisper, looking away but not taking his hand from hers. He breathed in deep to steady himself, trying to think but only half succeeding. It was like he could feel a barrier between them weakening now, a wall starting to crumble. Part of him was terrified, begging with him to shore up the defenses, to lie to her, to run away, whatever it took to keep the wall from falling. But then there it was, that quiet, insistent prodding somewhere in his own neglected heart. 'Let it fall. Let go. Tell her the truth.'
Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. His own heartbeat sounded in Theron's ears as he searched, with growing desperation, for a way to appease both sides of himself. Nothing came. It was time to choose: safety... or trust?
" . . . There was a time when I wouldn't have hesitated."
He looked up, first into her crystal blue eyes and then at the slowly waning sunlight beaming down in rays through the canopy of trees. Theron's expression was at the same time distant and immediate, as though drinking in everything he saw while thoughts of the past played through his mind like an old film reel.
"I would have said that my will was to be strong, to overcome, no matter the cost or the method. That all that mattered was winning. That the ends always justified the means. That's how I was raised, Nova -- 'to live is to conquer' was what I was taught from the time I was a child. I used to assume that was just the way of things... that... that that's just how the world worked. The strong survive and the weak perish. It was simple."
"And then I ran away, after my mother's death. I just couldn't accept the fact that someone as strong and good as her was truly dead. I came here, to a school that teaches the strong to protect the weak. And I met you, a girl who was willing to put her life in danger for a total and complete stranger."
"I was... no, I am a terrible person, Nova. I know how to read and manipulate people -- you saw me do it against Lizzie Borden, and you must've felt what went on in my soul. I'm distrustful as a habit -- I went so far as to break into the student records office to find out why the school hid their connection to Lizzie from us -- and I kept this, all of this, from you. I..."
His gaze traveled downwards. "If it wasn't for you and the school I'd never have given any of what I've done a second thought, much less consider myself guilty of anything. I'm sorry. I don't even know what my will is or even what kind of person I am anymore."
There was a long moment of silence. Even the regular sounds of the small patch of woodland -- birds chirping and fluttering, a breeze in the branches -- seemed to drop to a whisper and vanish altogether. Theron couldn't bear to meet Nova's gaze; shame, red-hot and unfamiliar, burned in him for the first time in so many years.
"But... I want to find out..."
"...if you'll help me."
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Post by nova on Jun 20, 2011 17:13:27 GMT -5
”I…I’m not sure I know anymore…”
A stone seemed to drop in Nova’s heart as Theron uncharacteristically broke his demeanour, the first time she’d seem his go this far down. She didn’t know what to say or do; she didn’t know how to handle him like this. She could handle the cockiness and the arrogance, but this? This couldn’t really be him, could it? Nevertheless, against that, he was still trying to keep her out. A silence came down heavy in the air; she could almost feel it’s weight crushing down on her shoulders. He was at odds with himself; two sides of him seemed to be fighting it out with one another. It was crushing her. He was meant to be strong for her as well; for both of them. She couldn’t stand on her own. Or that’s what she thought, a pang of self-doubt in her soul.
But maybe it was for the best? Or, that’s what seemed to go through her head, looking back into withdrawn emerald eyes that then slowly drifted off into the fire-light sunset. Nova didn’t feel she could do anything but listen to him, like she normally did. Sometimes you have to say things to people, to lift your own heavy weights, not that Nova was any better at that herself. Maybe that was where the two had their similarities, in some way. It was weird to hear what he really thought of what was around him. The idea that life was a dog-eat-dog world and those who couldn’t survive were left to their own to die. Nova saw it differently, but then, she was raised under Shibusen her whole life, and that was all she knew. You worked to together to make each other stronger and create something better than before. But she still felt that, with every word, she understood him better. Why he did what he did, why he was who he was. He wasn’t who he was out of his own will, and it had been forced upon him until it was him. Unlike her, again, who was free ‘to write her own story and carve her own path’.
She remembered him talk about his mother Christmas day, but he didn’t ever say it affected him like that. Given, Nova didn’t know what she’d do if her Mother died. He was giving her a lot to think about, that was for sure, and to say she put her life on the life for a stranger...Wasn’t that what she needed to do? What she felt was right to do?”I'm distrustful as a habit -- I went so far as to break into the student records office to find out why the school hid their connection to Lizzie from us -- and I kept this, all of this, from you.” Nova’s eyes snapped open in shock. ”…You what…” Sure, she was as intrigued about Lizzie as he was but Nova knew to let a sleeping dog lay. It wasn’t safe to go digging in something that wasn’t yours to dig in, you might get hurt or worse, he could have gotten kicked out from the Academy and then what would she do? He’d put their partnership on the line, something he was doing more and more often, it seemed. Despite that, she didn’t want to let go even though it would be better for her if she did. She felt that maybe it was out of sympathy, but that wasn’t what a partnership was about. It was about understanding the other person, but if he didn’t understand himself…
As his eyes drifted downward, hers did to. Like it was the only thing she could do right now. ”I’m sorry. I don’t even know what my will is or even what kind of person I am anymore.” There was a rightful pause. The Chakram could feel the erratic and uneven flows of his Wavelength from her hand, like maybe, he was frightened about bringing down the wall he had up against her and everyone else. It was holding him back, and it was holding her back. If they wanted to carry on, if they wanted to start up-ing their game and climbing into the ranks, making themselves known and giving a voice to the meek little Chakram and the Prince they couldn’t go on with this literal barrier. How could they expect to. For a while, she was afraid to breathe.
"But... I want to find out..."
"...if you'll help me."
Nova’s hand held his a little more tightly. This wasn’t what she did, she received the help she didn’t give it out. He was her partner, sure, although it made a difference sure. With her other hand she wiped away the redness in her eyes. She didn’t want this. ”…I…I don’t know how. I want to but…I just don’t know…” Her eyes shallowed, hiding a confusion that could be felt via wavelength anyway. Or was it panic, she didn’t know, this wasn’t what she did, she’d been kicked straight into the deep end. ”I you don’t know yourself then how can I ever know you…” As much as she didn’t want to, she was going to have to do this her own way. She sighed, and pulled her hand away from his before she turned her back to him and walked a few paces away. ”Theron…” She breathed, clenching her fist, at first her voice was a harsh whisper. ”Tell me who you are…” She really didn’t want to do this, but it was as Jack always said: ‘If it doesn’t work, hit it. It’ll either be fixed, or you’ll have to get a new one’ Fuck knows if that applies to humans to but fuck it all!’. Nova turned back around and within seconds her left foot was on a collision course with her partners face.
”TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!” A fake rage burned in her eyes.
”I’m November Black, Demon Chakram and your one and only partner, now tell me WHO YOU ARE!” Her chest heaved, her blood rushed through her system, before she lifted her fist for a second go. "TELL ME DAMNIT!"
'Don't you dare give out on me now...'
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Post by theron on Jun 20, 2011 23:15:32 GMT -5
(OOC: Nova... that, that bit you did at the end there...
That. Was. Brilliant. ;D )
”If you don’t know yourself then how can I ever know you…”
”Theron…”
”Tell me who you are…”
The words, spoken as she stepped away from him, cut like the blade of an ice-cold knife. It was like a door he hadn't even known was there was slowly inching closed, its light being sealed away. It was just like he'd feared all along... that revealing himself to anyone, extending that delicate bridge of real, true trust would only end in disaster. How could it not? He'd betrayed the most basic precepts of their partnership, stolen from the school, and destroyed the very foundations of her trust in him. He couldn't even look up to see where she was going. A creeping cold, haunting but familiar, eased itself in from the dark corners of his mind. He'd have to leave Death City behind, find somewhere else that would take him in, change his appearance and identity or else surely it was just a matter of time until --
”TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!”
Eyes shot wide open and snapped up, but not quite in time. The kick connected solidly, snapping Theron's head around with the force of impact. Whether it was due to the rapid blood rush or the unexpected mental jolt of getting a Converse broadside, that cold fog in Theron's thoughts was suddenly and completely gone. As his world spun and blurred at the edges for a moment that seemed to stretch out endlessly, he found his mind was shockingly clear.
And suddenly, like a blurry lens being focused, it all came into perspective.
”I’m November Black, Demon Chakram and your one and only partner, now tell me WHO YOU ARE!”
"TELL ME DAMNIT!"
The girl's fist came down... right into Theron's open palm. Only his hand and arm had moved; the rest of him retained the knocked-back position the kick had thrown him into. His eyes were unreadable beneath the dark shadow cast by his hair. Slowly, gently, his open fingers rested on the back of Nova's hand.
"I..."
"... am Theron Bradford d'Metreon. My mother was a Shibusen Meister, my father the Lord Baron. Who I am exists on a thread woven between these two worlds, worlds I am only just now beginning to understand."
"I don't know if I am strong. Or noble. Or brave. I don't know if I can be wholly upright and good. I don't know a lot of things, least of all about myself. But one thing I do know..."
His eyes rose to meet Nova's, slowly standing upright from the half-crouch he'd been knocked into.
"... Is that I am Theron d'Metreon, and I made a promise. I promised to become a great Meister and skilled tactician -- that my partner, November Black, would one day be a Deathscythe in the service of Shinigami."
"And there's one thing I don't do." His gaze met hers with confidence, the faintest hint of a grin playing at the corner of his mouth where her kick had drawn blood by splitting his lip open.
"Break promises."
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Post by nova on Jun 21, 2011 16:30:04 GMT -5
A strange relief rushed through her body as Theron caught her fist in his own hand. Given the choice she wouldn’t have started on him in the first place, but it had seemed she had no choice in the matter. Theron had needed waking up, and you always wake someone up with a nasty surprise if you want their attention. You’ll always act against yourself to make someone aware, to make yourself heard. And sometimes you have to hurt someone to help them. Nova didn’t feel good for what she did but some things need doing, and she wasn’t going watch someone as strong as Theron turn into a feeble little boy. Slowly, her breathing calmed back down into a steady rhythm, and his hand closed around her own and the storm of the last few seconds quieted back into silence, and that’s when her partner spoke again.
In his words revealed his own, awkward, sense of clarity, it was still fogged about something and that couldn’t be helped. There were questions she could never be expected to answer. Questions to be asked to those who knew better than anyone else. Theron, she believed, would always be uncertain about things even if he hid them away. Given time he could answer the questions about himself and who he was. Nova wanted to help, but she wasn’t going to hold his hand all the way. Although, maybe all these questions directed at himself meant he was starting to break through the masks and the walls so he could just be himself, if he even knew who that person was anymore. He rose from the ground where she’d knocked him down to and his eyes met hers again, in a way they were clearer than before. It was comforting to know she had helped in her own way.
”But one thing I do know…”
"... Is that I am Theron d'Metreon, and I made a promise. I promised to become a great Meister and skilled tactician -- that my partner, November Black, would one day be a Deathscythe in the service of Shinigami."
"And there's one thing I don't do… Break promises."
She smiled back at him, only half surprised she’d done him any damage at all, but it had needed doing. It was for the best and even she knew that, and maybe he knew that to. ”Welcome back.” The Chakram replied after a short silence, not long enough to be awkward. The air around Nova began to glow a bright white. ”We can do it this time, if not, I'll have to hit you again, and I really don't want to do that.” Then, with a short and soft flash, a full Chakram materialised in his hand. In the dark plain of her weapon form, she was glad to be rid of her uniform for a while, running a hand through her hair with a relieved sigh of what could have been relaxation. She’d done all she could think of doing, if it didn’t work now then maybe they just weren’t meant to be partners. There was no way she was letting it end like that, not now.
Nova took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and focused all she could on their souls and the wavelengths. She needed Theron to ‘join in’ before she could actually do anything though, and normally that’s as far as they’d gotten, sometimes they could get a bit of a glow but not all the time. ”I’m ready whenever you are partner.”
(Plus EXP? Glad you liked it XDD And I willlllll post in the Mission sooon XD)
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Post by theron on Jun 27, 2011 17:20:37 GMT -5
M U S I C A L _ S H I F T STRENGTHfrom the Soul Eater OST "We can do it this time, if not, I'll have to hit you again, and I really don't want to do that."As the chakram formed in his hand Theron couldn't help but smile, wiping away the trickle of blood with his free hand. He'd had his share of beatings over the years... but this one would stick out in his memory as radically different from all the others. It wasn't punishment for failing to be forthright with her, or even really an act of anger. It was a wake up call... a reminder, in the stark language of a solid kick, of who she knew him to be. Of the strength she knew he had. Confession was all well and good -- especially since transparency was critical between a Meister and Weapon -- but he'd allowed doubt to addle his will, to confuse him and almost pull the rug right out from under him. He might not have all the answers... but maybe that wasn't so important. Nova's will was to trust and be trusted, and he'd entrusted her with an act of openness that had cut through all the boundaries. That was half the equation, surely. Understand the will of your partner...The other part, of course, was knowing his own will. There things became much more foggy with precious little solid ground to stand on... but maybe he wouldn't need much. One anchor. One thing to hold fast to. One focus for his will. 'The promise.' He told himself. It all made sense now; filter out the confusion and the noise and direct himself entirely on that one thought. 'Maybe we can do this...'"I'm ready whenever you are partner."Theron breathed out slowly, eyes drifting shut, assuming a fighting stance. He held the chakram straight-armed to one side as if preparing to reel back and throw. This was the position he and Nova had trained in most to connect their souls, that critical point right before free flight when the power of her weapon form depended most on them forging a solid harmony. It made sense as a starting point for whatever would come next. "Okay... let's start slow and see if we can build up to full resonance." He suggested. Then, after a momentary pause, Theron added. "And Nova... thank you."With that he forced his attentions entirely onto the invisible interplay of their wavelengths. Normally this itself was a challenge; it was like feeling for gentle ripples of water in a still swimming pool... but this time, something had changed. Theron's reading of their wavelengths was stronger and clearer than it had ever been, like a veil had been lifted from his mind's eye and he was seeing unhindered for the first time. The experience almost made the young Romanian gasp in surprise. He could practically see their two souls in his mind, floating in an empty darkness stirred by the pulses of light they gave off. His own was indistinct, hard to see clearly and even a tiny bit dull... but hers... Nova's soul burned bright and true. In that moment Theron wasn't sure he'd ever seen anything more beautiful. A faint glow began to form around the circular blade as he focused on his partner's soul, letting that light wash over him and flow freely. As he did their wavelengths began to intersect and, like ocean waves grow when they meet, the circles of radiance coming from their two souls shone brighter as they connected. A wind began to stir around them, setting branches and grass waving back and forth. The wind rose in harmony with each soul-pulse. The two radiant orbs were suddenly moving closer, drawn by the growing synchronization. It was happening. They were almost there. Theron's eyes shot open suddenly and drew in a sharp breath. "This is it!"They didn't need a countdown or a signal. With their souls so close to full synch it was almost impossible not to move as one. Nova and Theron's souls met in a flash of invisible sparks and a burst of energy, illuminating both his body and her weapon form brightly with a supernatural blue glow. Their souls were resonating! Now, to give it form. With an act of will the young d'Metreon focused, maintaining this moment of synchronization as best he could. He had to memorize this feeling, what it was like for their souls to be at full burn together. That, and... something told him Nova might need a moment. He wasn't sure what exactly happened to a Demon Weapon when they transformed for Soul Resonance, but he knew Nova had only ever assumed her regular chakram form before. This part might be tricky... but whatever happened next, there was only one thing she'd pick up from his soul. Trust. His full and complete trust.
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Post by nova on Jul 3, 2011 18:17:43 GMT -5
Machinae Supremacy ~ NOVA PROSPEKT She could feel it now, his own wavelength was almost as clear as her own, their souls side-by-side in a pitch-black scape. Although hers seemed to greatly outshine his. She would have thought it the other way around, and so for a few moments, it left her confused. But it wasn’t something that needed dwelling on; right now she just needed to try and concentrate best she could. It had to work this time; there was no way it couldn’t. Nova didn’t want to let herself down, or Theron, she’d made her own promise to him that first day: To be the best weapon and partner she could be, and like him, she’d do everything in her power to make sure she’d stay true to that promise. That was the strongest thought in her head as the pair closed their eyes, and attempted to synchronize their souls one more time. Neither of the two really knew what to expect if it did work, and she didn’t know what to do if it didn’t.
When her weapon form began to burn lightly in white light, her human form within the blade did also. Her soul was, for the first time, able to feed back Theron’s wavelength without whiplashing it either way. Progress, at last, like the break she’d been waiting on. The second round of his wavelength came back stronger, her own soul amplifying it, passing it back, to be received again, and then passed back. The two souls grew, surging and pulsing with a light, beautiful a sight gifted to only the beholders. The flickering ‘tails’ of the two souls joined, and shone brighter. The Chakram could even feel that strength surging throughout her, amplified with the passing of the wavelengths. The air around them stirred in the wake of the growing power that surrounded the team. The power of a Weapon and her Meister in harmony with one another. The power built with the ever growing synchronization of their souls, they were nearing what had almost seemed like an impossibility.
Their souls almost perfectly synced, her bright blue eyes opened in twin with his own,
"This is it!”
“Theron!...”
She didn’t need to be told, as they reached a full Resonance it was like she could feel herself starting to re-arrange, her Weapon Form re-shaping itself piece by tiny atom piece. At first it felt like a strange tingling from head to toe, something akin to pins and needles, but as the souls began to react faster, the change began to happen faster, soon enough the whole of her weapon form was more like a glowing liquid, forming and shaping itself, though still feeling solid where the handle was. This power was spiralling upwards, her soul straining with the surge, putting pressure on the centre of her chest. And he gave her his trust as she gave him hers. She cracked a smile, sweat on her brow. Her whole body was tense like even she was changing. She was becoming stronger, they both were. The light around both her and her weapon shrank in on itself, and disappeared along with the stirring of the wind. A few seconds later, the two souls merged and grew, bringing an even brighter light in its place as the Demon Weapon lurched forward, and a stronger wind swirled around the immediate surroundings of the two.
“SOUL RESONANCE”
The weapon in his hand flickered, before the light violently shook itself away, the Chakram was larger, either side two prongs over lapped on another before spearing in deadly points. In that moment of a full resonance, there was some unmistakable and almost natural urge to throw back that weapon, and give the its Chakram flight.
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Post by theron on Jul 4, 2011 9:30:26 GMT -5
It had happened...
Theron's eyes went wide as he heard his own voice shouting unexpectedly in sync with Nova's, those potent words -- "SOUL RESONANCE!" -- seeming to erupt from somewhere deep down, somewhere where the line between him and her blurred and something far greater stirred to life. In the strangest way he felt the transformation coming even before it happened and braced himself. The Demon Chakram glowed with such an intense light that it seemed a lightning bolt hammered in the forges of some distant heaven had been placed in his grasp. The sense of power running from the weapon up through his hand and into his arm was almost dizzying, yet despite the sensory overload Theron held on... knowing, somehow, that Nova was experiencing the same electrified tension he was.
His arm felt like a compressed spring ready to explode, a build up of potential that was impossible to ignore. He hadn't thought about how Soul Resonance effected the Meister -- the change in the Weapon was so much more evident -- but now he knew otherwise. They were both tied into each other now... and whatever was happening, strange and forceful as it was, felt like it was supposed to be.
And so rather than fight it or think it through, the young Meister let what came next simply flow out of him.
Nova's new form was larger and more threatening, bladed growths like long-edged thorns erupting from the weapon to give it a menacing aspect. Theron only got a glimpse of her resonance form as his own body seemed to move on its own, assuming a discus thrower's position with every muscle taut. He could hear the grit of his own teeth and feel a secondary surge of power traveling from somewhere at his core down the length of his arm. What was set in motion felt almost impossible to restrain now; this first resonance of their souls was simply too much to keep contained.
Feeling the will of the chakram -- or was it the resonance? -- to fly, Theron let loose. His arm swung around in a sharp arch that sent Nova airborne. Let the lack of physical connection didn't diminish the flow of power; blinking in disbelief, the realization that an invisible tether of resonating wavelengths now connected them flowed into Theron's mind with a clarity that came out of seemingly nowhere. Energy unseen, like an electrical current, arched from his hand to the gliding Demon Weapon. 'So that's how it works...!'
Quickly reacting to the epiphany, Theron outstretched his throwing hand and bent his mind to focus the stream of power rushing between their souls. A fresh burst of energy echoed up and he directed it into the connection, eyes watching Nova with an almost nervous anticipation. This was their power, unified into coherent force. It was time to see what it could do...
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