Relena had been rather busy lately. Being a part of the council kept her occupied, something she was grateful for. She'd been so bored during the first few months she'd been here, convinced that her being brought here was a fluke, for Econtra had no use for a diplomat. That changed with the formation of the Council and she'd eagerly jumped in and offered her services, more than willing to do whatever she could to help. And while right now it resulted to looking into the Indigeo being sentient and keeping records of residents and their abilities, past events and future possibilities, she was, for the most part, content with being here.
That, of course, didn't mean she was willing to accept that she'd always be here
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"I've always been surrounded by chaos, that's nothing new." He told the woman, keeping his distance away from her as he walked along the edges of the pond. He was trying to see if there was someone else on the side.
He just never felt the silence quite like this before. Something always happen back in his world.
"There's always a chaos of some kind lingering in one's life," she said sagely, drawing upon the wise words of the butler that had been like a second father to her. Relena followed him, her interest caught for the time being, but kept her distance as well. "Whether it be a swarm of paparazzi and greedy politicians, warring mobile suits, or being confined to a compound without any means of escaping it."
Tomo was wandering the park, not watching where he was going very closely, his hands thrust deeply in the sleeves of his elaborate costume for warmth. He had plans to work out. Once again, he had been idle for too long.
He saw the white-haired figure by the lake and paused. He remembered this one from the old compound. He had never met him personally, but Tomo knew he was related to that other one who had been in Econtra for a long time. The one with the psychic powers that disrupted his own. The cruel one, with the sneering smile...
Tomo sidled closer, carefully feeling for any errant memories that might be floating about. "Enjoy the quiet while you can," he said smoothly. "It never lasts."
Haine moved his eyes to the top coroner of his head. There was a voice. When he had moved in, he remembered seeing him there, maybe. "Does something usually happen?" He asked softly moving over to a giant boulder and plotted one foot on it.
"Oh, there's always some interesting little adventure going on somewhere around here," sighed Tomo, strolling closer. But not too close. He knew when he was facing danger.
But he just couldn't playing with fire. "So who might you be, Handsome?"
"Go on." Haine had nothing to do here and maybe talking to someone will pass the time. He would probably explore the other places of Econtra soon. "Haine Rammsteiner, and yourself?"
Zel leaned against a tree and stared despondently into the water. Everything around this place seemed to be going wrong... and he couldn't shake the feeling that things would be better if he was a chimera again, if he could remember the past four years.
A pebble disturbed the pond's surface, and he stepped out of the shadows to see a white-haired man standing on the other side. He waved diffidently. "What are you doing?"
Haine's ear twitched when he heard a voice. There was someone here. "Throwing stuff in the water, what else?" The man said as he chucked one pebble after the other. The only thing he could hear was the wind and the sound of rocks being thrown into the water. "Is it always like this here?"
Haine had been to other worlds and they did tell him about the strange things that were happening. "Another me? And that bastard Giovanni...and who else?!" He almost yelled the last part, trying to calm himself. A mention of Lily would drive him insane. Anything is possible, but Haine couldn't control his rage. He was trying to right now.
Taking a deep breath, he looked away. "Quatre, eh? Nice to meet you...I guess."
The Piemaker had had a dog for all of his life that he could remember. Despite the fact that Digby had been left behind when he was brought to this place, he still felt odd and claustrophobic if he did not get out at least once a day to walk around the park, pretending that there was some semblance of normalcy in this place.
Even now that the snow had begun to fall, he bundled up with a big coat and gloves and scarf. Winter was Ned's favorite time of year. He liked to be able to wrap himself up and listen to the sound of his boots in the snow, to enjoy a feeling of solitude but not loneliness.
In this latter enjoyment, however, he was failing. It wasn't the same as taking a walk in his own world. The warm apartment that awaited him was not his own, with all of his things. It didn't contain a perfect woman whom he was perfectly in love with, waiting for him to return.
Ned sighed and walked towards the pond, noticing someone skimming rocks a few feet away on the bank. He waved at him tentatively.
Haine felt someone waved to him, he didn't waved back. He just greeted the other with a small smile. He wasn't the type to friendly with others, he was more rude and a bastard to everyone. Not that he was alone all the time at home, he watched the man next to him for a few minutes before returning his gaze at the pond, not really being affected by the weather.
The Piemaker wasn't one to disrespect the privacy of another person. He valued his own privacy too well to do that. However, there had been times in his past when curiosity had overcome this noble instinct, and he had delved where he shouldn't have, asked questions that only stirred up trouble, etc. Perhaps it was the P.I. in him, wanting to understand the situation.
But that expression on the young man's face made it look as though he was handling the whole incarceration-by-aliens thing well. Ned gravitated to that collected facade of wisdom or acceptance. The lack of wave had been dissuading, but he still asked, with an air of apology, "Have you been here long?"
"Few hours ago." Haine said plainly as he walked towards the other end of the field, admiring the view of the pond. He wasn't one to hold conversations as long as they interest him.
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That, of course, didn't mean she was willing to accept that she'd always be here ( ... )
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He just never felt the silence quite like this before. Something always happen back in his world.
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He saw the white-haired figure by the lake and paused. He remembered this one from the old compound. He had never met him personally, but Tomo knew he was related to that other one who had been in Econtra for a long time. The one with the psychic powers that disrupted his own. The cruel one, with the sneering smile...
Tomo sidled closer, carefully feeling for any errant memories that might be floating about. "Enjoy the quiet while you can," he said smoothly. "It never lasts."
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But he just couldn't playing with fire. "So who might you be, Handsome?"
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A pebble disturbed the pond's surface, and he stepped out of the shadows to see a white-haired man standing on the other side. He waved diffidently. "What are you doing?"
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[ooc; So he knows Lily? This won't be good. xD]
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Taking a deep breath, he looked away. "Quatre, eh? Nice to meet you...I guess."
[ooc; Darn it, Haine would have so much fun. xD]
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Even now that the snow had begun to fall, he bundled up with a big coat and gloves and scarf. Winter was Ned's favorite time of year. He liked to be able to wrap himself up and listen to the sound of his boots in the snow, to enjoy a feeling of solitude but not loneliness.
In this latter enjoyment, however, he was failing. It wasn't the same as taking a walk in his own world. The warm apartment that awaited him was not his own, with all of his things. It didn't contain a perfect woman whom he was perfectly in love with, waiting for him to return.
Ned sighed and walked towards the pond, noticing someone skimming rocks a few feet away on the bank. He waved at him tentatively.
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But that expression on the young man's face made it look as though he was handling the whole incarceration-by-aliens thing well. Ned gravitated to that collected facade of wisdom or acceptance. The lack of wave had been dissuading, but he still asked, with an air of apology, "Have you been here long?"
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