Endymion shivered as he adjusted his jacket, not really accustomed to all the bitter cold he's had to endure recently. It had been a rather difficult couple of weeks, all things considered.
His memories still refused to return to him, and he was stuck in a strange world he neither recalled nor understood. In spite of it all, he was aware enough to
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"Mamo-chan!!" Usagi's face lights up immediately and she hurries over towards him, not even realizing at first that he's an alternate. (She'd been out Christmas shopping and one street is much like another, isn't it?)
As soon as she actually spots the mistletoe, Usagi adopts a rather affected sweet expression. "Oh, Mamo-chan, you don't have to go through all this trouble just to kiss me!"
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When she gets close to him, he finally manages to mouth a response. "...Mamo-chan? Just who are you?" He arched an eyebrow at the little nickname. It sounded strange to his stern sensibilites.
The mistletoe above Endymion gripped Usagi with it's power as soon as she drew close enough. It would be interesting to see when the little rabbit would realize she's been snagged.
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This girl mentioned 'kissing, and it was strange that a person would just waltz up and kiss someone she didn't know. Unless...
"You...you know who I am?" He asked her unevenly. He stared at Usagi's closed eyes and pucked lips. "How?"
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It looks like a nice little street though, no monsters in sight! (Little does she know...) There's a certain person that catches her attention though. "Ah! King Endymion!" She stays a few paces back, as if not sure what exactly to do. She wants to approach him, but...should she?
"You're him, aren't you? I know it's you. I knew at that time I saw you, after..." she trails off and shakes her head. There's a smile that looks more like an attempt at bravery than it should. "I-I'm glad you're okay!"
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"You know me?" He stammered. It was obvious she did, but it was still a shock nontheless, especially after being in a social vacuum for the last couple of weeks. "Just who are you, anyway?" In spite of it all, Endymion gives her a hopeful glance...he could tolerate this humiliation if it gave him some clues.
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She stares. "I-I know you," she answers, taking a step forward, then another. "Don't you remember me?" Maybe something had happened to his memories again? Oh no! But, maybe that meant he didn't hate her!
"Usagi," she introduced herself again. "Tsukino Usagi!" A hopeful smile. He can remember her, right?
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Suddenly, he grips his head. Pain started coming and he swore under his breath. He always ran the risk of these pains when he tried to piece together his past. Why was this happening now? Was he getting closer?
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He comes a bit closer. Something's weird about this scene, and he's sure he can sense something...but maybe not after all.
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"It's you..." He gives a spartan greeting before getting right to business. "....I suppose I should tell you that I was attacked." He pauses to let that sink in before going on, "Some strange plant monster cast a spell on me that's preventing me from moving!"
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"You're not hurt?" Kunzite comes closer, brow furrowed now in concern. He doesn't see the mistletoe, there's no point in paying attention to it if it's not mentioned.
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He tries to move again, but has no success. "If you're concerned for me, you should try to find help...someone who may know a counter spell or something, unless you do." He might, it's not like he knew the extent of Kunzite's power, after all. "I'm not keen on being here if that thing comes back."
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"Endymion-sama!" Something seems wrong. Why is he out of the palace in some random place? And not moving..?!
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"Who...who are you?" He starts off with the basic question. It's all he can do faced with a new face he's never encountered before.
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"Endymion-sama, I know I am nothing but a maid at your palace, but if I can serve you here..." It's obvious that something isn't going right, that he's in some sort of trouble even if it doesn't seem to be immediate danger.
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"Well..." He said carefully, wondering if this woman was the excitable sort, "...some creature has put a spell on me, and it's preventing me from moving my legs. Maybe you can get me some help?"
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