[Open!] Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods ?
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Date/Time: 6/14-6/19
Location: Everywhere
Rating: Varied
Summary: Edensphere needs a hero. Or several.
[This is a general open log for the Damsels in Distress event. Threads can be done in quick or standard log format, as you prefer. You might also want to mark the place and approximate time in the subject of your comment, for ( Read more... )
Date/Time: 6/14-6/19
Location: Everywhere
Rating: Varied
Summary: Edensphere needs a hero. Or several.
[This is a general open log for the Damsels in Distress event. Threads can be done in quick or standard log format, as you prefer. You might also want to mark the place and approximate time in the subject of your comment, for ( Read more... )
She walked up to him and stopped, standing mid-air in front of the crystal. Then she knocked on it, both to mock him and to feel how hard it was. As entertaining as it was right now, it wouldn't have been much fun to watch him suffocate or starve inside the crystal, without being able to do anything but be a spectator. But Lin was rather confident in her skills.
"I think you do." She walked in circle around him, a smirk on her face as if she was just checking out his dress to hide the fact that she was actually looking for any cracks, irregularities, anything at all on the smooth surface of the crystal. Of course she was going to help him, but that didn't mean she'd make it easy for him. "Otherwise you wouldn't talk like that to your rescuer."
She stopped, her grin getting a little wider. "Aren't you going to say please?"
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And then asking him to say please. His shoulders moved back, tensing aggressively. Leave it to Lin to get everything she could out of it. Still, though, he bit back everything he wanted to say to her, all the names, swears, and general aggravation of this happening.
He'd just keep telling himself that if he got worked up, she won.
His fists clenched as he looked down, expression akin to having swallowed something bitter. "....Get me out of here," He spoke, though the words were strained. Still, he managed to keep his tone even, staring at her feet. (In the back of his mind he was wondering how the hell she was standing in mid-air, but he figured it was another crazy ninja thing.)
There was a long pause, but he couldn't bring himself to set down his pride enough for a 'please' just yet. Maybe it would be implied.
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But as long as she could, she was going to enjoy it.
"Hm, I wouldn't know." Her gaze fell to his shoulders, his chest, skipped his hips and landed on his legs, down to his feet. Yes, she was making sure to remark how ridiculous he looked without having to say a word. "If I break this crystal the wrong way, I might hurt you too badly for you to heal yourself. Maybe I should tell everyone to come here, someone could be an expert of this kind of thing."
No, she couldn't read his mind. But sometimes they were so terribly similar it was way too easy to understand him. Double-edged weapon, because it meant sometimes he could do the same with her, but right now Lin had the upper hand. And decided to enjoy it, while it lasted. Where's your precious friend now?
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Not fun options.
He shifted uncomfortably- if he was lucky the stupid dress would disappear with the crystal, but he really didn't think the sphere was that generous-- and Lin looking over the outfit really didn't help. Yes, it was ridiculous, yes he definitely did not have the body for a pretty-pretty-princess-dress. It all just managed to make this all worse.
His eyes closed as he let his head fall forward, forehead resting on the 'glass' in front of him. "..." He'd really have to do something to get her back for this. He'd have to start thinking of it. "Please," He growled out the word, almost as though it was painful to do so. "Get me out of here."
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See, Lin wasn't too cruel. When he finally said please (growled it out, actually) she nodded with a smirk and hit the crystal full force with her fist. It didn't shatter to pieces like she was expecting it too, but now there was a large, vertical crack, more or less the same length of Castor's arm.
"This is going to take longer than I thought." Jokes aside, she actually would have preferred getting this done without having to remove pieces of crystal from his bleeding chest or face. And she wasn't all too confident in her healing skills. She was slow, too slow, and this wasn't anything worth dying over.
Another punch, another crack, and still it wouldn't break. "How did you even end up in there?" She tried with a kick as she spoke. "And no, I don't mean the dress. I mean this... Thing."
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"Fuck if I know," he admitted, leaning his back against the opposite side of the glass-- the metal armor hit it with a clank, and he frowned down at the pauldrons once more. "I was runnin' to the bazaar when I got stuck in this thing."
After a moment, he cleared his throat, averting his gaze. "...Wasn't in the dress before that, either." Castor just wanted it on the record that he hadn't been running around in a dress when he got captured, of course. Just in case she had been wondering. "They both just sorta sprang up." That was the best explanation he had for it-- it just happened, like everything else in the goddamn tree.
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The third punch did it. And before he could fall on his ass Lin moved to pick him up. Like a princess. Which-- required a lot of unnecessary physical contact, but it was so worth it just to humiliate him a bit more. Maybe now he was beginning to appreciate being carried over a shoulder like a dead body.
"Now, I wonder, would you rather I carry you home-- well, in that room you live in in just a few seconds, or do you want to walk all the way there?" See? She was trying to be nice.
No, she wasn't. But, coincidentally, doing him a favour and mocking him overlapped, so she saw no valid reasons to hold back. That is, unless Pollux was home. Lin was quite sure he was the last person Castor wanted to be seen by right now.
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"Fuck-- Stop doing this shit, you goddamn crazy woman!" He would have called her something ridiculous like an Amazon, but Lin really didn't have the height for that. Still, she seemed to have a habit of grabbing him and carting him off places-- probably to further injure his pride.
He struggled again, as though to wriggle free and get away from her. Physical contact was fairly high on his list of things he didn't like, as was Lin being condescending. After a moment, though, he stopped- considering the situation. He mentally cursed again. First he had been stuck in a damn dress, then Lin had rescued him from a stupid crystal, and now he was still in the stupid dress and had to get home somehow. Getting there quicker than anyone could see would involve asking her for help, and not doing it... Well. Then he'd have to walk home.
In a dress.
Damn it.
He brought his hand to the bridge of his nose. Either one was better than just waiting here for her to do something while in her damn arms. That would be a fucking weird sight. Gritting his teeth, he mumbled the words in annoyance. "...At least use the damn back door." His shoulders tensed and he turned his head away from her, probably to hide the way his cheeks coloured from the mixture of embarrassment and rage. "....please."
God he wanted to punch her.
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On some level, she understood how humiliated and angry and embarrassed he must have felt. But, look, she was even willing to carry him home. He had no right to whine. Really, Lin had no idea why she wasn't making this a lot funnier. She could have 'accidentally' taken the wrong road and carried him to the marketplace instead: he wouldn't have been able to tell where the hell she was going, with shunpo. Or she could have left him there, letting him walk all the way home. Or she could have let him walk all the way home while following him around, tormenting him. She couldn't explain herself why she wasn't taking that chance and making this even worse for Castor. But she could tell he wasn't appreciating her efforts.
"Fine, fine." And then she was jumping through air, soon through the huge branches of the Tree (who needs elevators?), and in less than half a minute she was dropping him to his feet, in front of the back door.
"Am I getting a 'thank you' too, princess?" Not that. She was expecting one.
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He hopped all too happily to his feet, shrugging a shoulder as though to rid himself of the sensation of being touched and manhandled. Maybe he could play the uncomfortableness off with some sarcasm, as though this wasn't so terrible.
"What, you ain't gonna carry me over the damn threshold?" He was so glad she didn't, but hell. "And here I thought you'd play the part've the Knight to the end." Again: Castor was so glad she didn't.
He didn't feel like thanking her, either-- sure she had made this more painless than she could have, but he figured that getting to humiliate him as much as she had was enough payment. "You'll get a thank you when you stop acting like you deserve one," He snorted, shaking his head.
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"I can carry you all the way to that thing you call 'your room', but I think your pride is already bruised enough as it is." As a matter of fact, Castor didn't have one scratch, one bruise. She picked him up before he could fall on his ass, he had really played the part of the princess.
Beside all the cursing and the being reluctant to be rescued.
So the only part of him to be bruised was really only his pride.
"Go sneak in there like a scared animal." Lin nodded towards his room, beginning to turn away. She'd ask her thank you again, obviously. She deserved it. Wasn't needed, and she didn't think he would give up so easily, but that didn't mean she couldn't keep trying.
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That bitch.
"...Fuck you," her grumbled the words, barely audible, and shook his head. He didn't really have a choice, did he? Well he could be a stubborn son of a bitch, but that would involve staying in this dress far longer than he really wanted to. But immediately going to change would look as though he was doing what she wanted him too.
At the moment, Castor didn't think he had ever hated her quite as much as he did right now. Sure, she had saved him, she had been much nicer than she could have been, but at the same time she had seen him at a very low point and seemed smug in the fact that she had. The closest thing he had to snap at her about was her hugging a dog (which. had been him and he really didn't like to think about that) or her words in Italian, but it really wasn't the same.
Lip drawing back in frustration at his stupid predicament, he turned away, ready to just up and leave this retarded situation. The jewelry and pauldrons clanked as he moved awkwardly in the skirt, the only Goodbye Lin getting being a bared middle finger before he set about going back to his room.
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There were many things Lin wanted to say, but wouldn't have said even if he had stayed instead of walking away flipping her the bird. Like that this wasn't such a big deal, that she knew it wasn't his fault, that he shouldn't have taken it so badly (although she would have done just the same). That being angry with her when she had been relatively nice was stupid. That if they started not talking again for another month she'd... Be...
"'ch."
That was all she had to reply before disappearing, not really caring about staying to watch him walk away, as funny as that would have been.
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