Solo log and a drabble
Characters: Rhode Kamelot (dreams_are_mine)
When: Wednesday night
Where: Chateau de Chenonceau
Rating: PG-13 on the safe side
Summary: Game Canon. Rhode thinks about things. Mentions of various people.
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Rhode leaned on one of the balconies overlooking the lake. It was late, and she'd just returned from another night of "visiting" Negi's dreams. The kid had a pretty awfully traumatic past--stirring up his thoughts as he slept was laughably easy. She wished Envy were still here to share her amusement. But, well, that was the point wasn't it? Envy wasn't here to bully Negi, so she had to do it for him. And if Envy ever showed up again he wouldn't even appreciate her effort, he'd have forgotten everything. Jerk.
She actually missed Envy. She hadn't expected to--theirs was a friendship mainly of mutual convenience and shared interests. But then again, she had been genuinely fond of him too. He was so much like her, but he spoiled her, he was like family almost--and not fragile, not human, not--damn him for leaving anyway. It'd have been better if he'd just betrayed her, but she should have known better than to go and get attached.
She sighed, shifting against the railing and looking at the reflection of the moons in the water. The Chateau was dark behind her--Allen long since passed out. She'd join him in bed soon, he'd be far too exhausted to protest. He stretched himself too thin, worrying about everyone, about saving others, about what she'd do to people. And then there was his trouble sleeping. She'd been watching him since he arrived, and it was certain, she knew it, that troubled slumber, the way he paused a little too long when looking at his reflection, as if seeing something else there. The Fourteenth was waking up. Or trying to. Allen's will was surprisingly strong. But what would she do, when her brother finally took control--if he could? The incident all those decades ago, when that man had betrayed them all, murdered the others... She placed a hand over her face, eyes closing.
Of course she wanted to be by his side, Allen's, the Fourteenth's. She loved them, how could she not? But it was still...
And Allen was going to betray her soon. Maybe he had already? It wasn't really betrayal, she'd already broken their agreement. But that was in her nature, testing the limits, ignoring the rules she'd agreed to. It was inevitable anyway--but she wondered how he'd do it. Would he fight her? No, he was too kind, he wouldn't hurt her. That's why she could be safe around him, after all.
But it would definitely fuck up her relationships with people. That was a pity. She liked playing good, surprisingly. The way people trusted her was rather fun, amusing, hilarious. Why, Zuko playing hero had been the most delightful thing in ages, and she highly doubted Akira would offer her another shoulder ride if he knew her true nature. Earl Phantomhive would probably feel vindicated at least, and would Killua even care?
But worst of all she wouldn't even get to see the looks on people's faces. A disappointing thought. Especially Anko's. She was so dying to see how the woman would react to finding out the face of her murderer was no monster but the little girl who claimed to be her friend.
Humans really were so gullible.
But that was all speculation, it depended on Allen, it was out of her hands. There were other things she could control though; Yuca and Mayuri had proven to be most interesting individuals. She fully intended to pursue them, their abilities with science were fascinating. Who could say if she'd retain the things she learned here, but it would be a crime not to pursue knowledge all the same. She could imagine how the Earl would be delighted if she could present him with the formula for the Angel serum--and how much happier would he be if she perfected how to work it into the Akuma cells before she got home? Of course that would require some extensive experimentation--not to mention at least part of the Egg. But it'd certainly present some new fun.
Allen would try to stop her if he got wind of that, but that was fine. He didn't need to know about it.
It was a pity, almost, that the Earl wasn't here. He'd be so delighted to speak to vampires and werewolves and death gods and spirits and things again--provided he got over the rage at being trapped in this place. Still, he'd at least appreciate all the strange people, and have the right kind of mindset to enjoy her stories of dancing with vampires and riding on werewolves and making friends with dark elves and homunculi and ninjas and magicians. She couldn't say she didn't enjoy this place, really. The problem wasn't that.
She just didn't belong here. And being without family--even with Allen it wasn't entirely right. She was old, and much as she enjoyed amusement, she didn't actually like change. She didn't want to adapt to this place. She wanted to go home.
More than anything she just wanted to go home.
Turning from the Balcony, Rhode stepped into the room, tiptoeing to Allen's door and slipping inside, settling down on the edge of the bed. Instead of curling up next to him, she just sat, watching him sleep.
Neither of them belonged here at all. She brushed some hair from his face, settling down more comfortably. She'd spend the night watching him. Maybe, with luck, he'd get flustered at her in the morning.
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Drabble: Midnight surprise
Characters: Allen Walker (dark_thespian) and Rhode Kamelot (dreams_are_mine)
When: Who knows? Some time after the Angel incident
Where: Chateau de Chenonceau
Rating: PG for severed body parts used as humor
Summary: Purely fictional "What If?" about what happened to Rhode's arm after the Angel attack.
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It was somewhere around three AM. Allen had just returned from a late patrol, making sure there were no more Angels, no more innocents in danger. He was exhausted, but more than that, absolutely starved. Lack of sleep and his increased activity with the monsters around--they left him absolutely famished all the time. He needed to refuel.
There wasn't all that much left in the Chateau, he'd have to acquire more food tomorrow--by hook or by crook. But maybe there was still a stash of something to eat laying around.
He rummaged through the cupboards in the main room, still damaged by the Angel's presence. Couldn't Rhode have just dealt with the thing instead of letting it tear up the room and ruin some of their precious food stores?
As he opened another cupboard in the hope of something, anything, edible, Allen was suddenly assaulted by an arm falling down on him, the hand flopping onto his face, elbow catching over his shoulder.
He screamed.
---
Across the Chateau, Rhode leaned back where she'd been reading as a girly shriek resounded up the hall.
"Ahh! What's going on!?!?" Lero screamed, panicking as usual at the littlest of things.
"Sounds like Allen found~ my arm." Rhode giggled, shutting the book.
"RHODE!" Allen's voice drifted down the hall, flustered and angry shouting.
Rhode giggled again. Ah, this was really the happy life after all. Allen was just the best to tease.
When: Wednesday night
Where: Chateau de Chenonceau
Rating: PG-13 on the safe side
Summary: Game Canon. Rhode thinks about things. Mentions of various people.
--
Rhode leaned on one of the balconies overlooking the lake. It was late, and she'd just returned from another night of "visiting" Negi's dreams. The kid had a pretty awfully traumatic past--stirring up his thoughts as he slept was laughably easy. She wished Envy were still here to share her amusement. But, well, that was the point wasn't it? Envy wasn't here to bully Negi, so she had to do it for him. And if Envy ever showed up again he wouldn't even appreciate her effort, he'd have forgotten everything. Jerk.
She actually missed Envy. She hadn't expected to--theirs was a friendship mainly of mutual convenience and shared interests. But then again, she had been genuinely fond of him too. He was so much like her, but he spoiled her, he was like family almost--and not fragile, not human, not--damn him for leaving anyway. It'd have been better if he'd just betrayed her, but she should have known better than to go and get attached.
She sighed, shifting against the railing and looking at the reflection of the moons in the water. The Chateau was dark behind her--Allen long since passed out. She'd join him in bed soon, he'd be far too exhausted to protest. He stretched himself too thin, worrying about everyone, about saving others, about what she'd do to people. And then there was his trouble sleeping. She'd been watching him since he arrived, and it was certain, she knew it, that troubled slumber, the way he paused a little too long when looking at his reflection, as if seeing something else there. The Fourteenth was waking up. Or trying to. Allen's will was surprisingly strong. But what would she do, when her brother finally took control--if he could? The incident all those decades ago, when that man had betrayed them all, murdered the others... She placed a hand over her face, eyes closing.
Of course she wanted to be by his side, Allen's, the Fourteenth's. She loved them, how could she not? But it was still...
And Allen was going to betray her soon. Maybe he had already? It wasn't really betrayal, she'd already broken their agreement. But that was in her nature, testing the limits, ignoring the rules she'd agreed to. It was inevitable anyway--but she wondered how he'd do it. Would he fight her? No, he was too kind, he wouldn't hurt her. That's why she could be safe around him, after all.
But it would definitely fuck up her relationships with people. That was a pity. She liked playing good, surprisingly. The way people trusted her was rather fun, amusing, hilarious. Why, Zuko playing hero had been the most delightful thing in ages, and she highly doubted Akira would offer her another shoulder ride if he knew her true nature. Earl Phantomhive would probably feel vindicated at least, and would Killua even care?
But worst of all she wouldn't even get to see the looks on people's faces. A disappointing thought. Especially Anko's. She was so dying to see how the woman would react to finding out the face of her murderer was no monster but the little girl who claimed to be her friend.
Humans really were so gullible.
But that was all speculation, it depended on Allen, it was out of her hands. There were other things she could control though; Yuca and Mayuri had proven to be most interesting individuals. She fully intended to pursue them, their abilities with science were fascinating. Who could say if she'd retain the things she learned here, but it would be a crime not to pursue knowledge all the same. She could imagine how the Earl would be delighted if she could present him with the formula for the Angel serum--and how much happier would he be if she perfected how to work it into the Akuma cells before she got home? Of course that would require some extensive experimentation--not to mention at least part of the Egg. But it'd certainly present some new fun.
Allen would try to stop her if he got wind of that, but that was fine. He didn't need to know about it.
It was a pity, almost, that the Earl wasn't here. He'd be so delighted to speak to vampires and werewolves and death gods and spirits and things again--provided he got over the rage at being trapped in this place. Still, he'd at least appreciate all the strange people, and have the right kind of mindset to enjoy her stories of dancing with vampires and riding on werewolves and making friends with dark elves and homunculi and ninjas and magicians. She couldn't say she didn't enjoy this place, really. The problem wasn't that.
She just didn't belong here. And being without family--even with Allen it wasn't entirely right. She was old, and much as she enjoyed amusement, she didn't actually like change. She didn't want to adapt to this place. She wanted to go home.
More than anything she just wanted to go home.
Turning from the Balcony, Rhode stepped into the room, tiptoeing to Allen's door and slipping inside, settling down on the edge of the bed. Instead of curling up next to him, she just sat, watching him sleep.
Neither of them belonged here at all. She brushed some hair from his face, settling down more comfortably. She'd spend the night watching him. Maybe, with luck, he'd get flustered at her in the morning.
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Drabble: Midnight surprise
Characters: Allen Walker (dark_thespian) and Rhode Kamelot (dreams_are_mine)
When: Who knows? Some time after the Angel incident
Where: Chateau de Chenonceau
Rating: PG for severed body parts used as humor
Summary: Purely fictional "What If?" about what happened to Rhode's arm after the Angel attack.
--
It was somewhere around three AM. Allen had just returned from a late patrol, making sure there were no more Angels, no more innocents in danger. He was exhausted, but more than that, absolutely starved. Lack of sleep and his increased activity with the monsters around--they left him absolutely famished all the time. He needed to refuel.
There wasn't all that much left in the Chateau, he'd have to acquire more food tomorrow--by hook or by crook. But maybe there was still a stash of something to eat laying around.
He rummaged through the cupboards in the main room, still damaged by the Angel's presence. Couldn't Rhode have just dealt with the thing instead of letting it tear up the room and ruin some of their precious food stores?
As he opened another cupboard in the hope of something, anything, edible, Allen was suddenly assaulted by an arm falling down on him, the hand flopping onto his face, elbow catching over his shoulder.
He screamed.
---
Across the Chateau, Rhode leaned back where she'd been reading as a girly shriek resounded up the hall.
"Ahh! What's going on!?!?" Lero screamed, panicking as usual at the littlest of things.
"Sounds like Allen found~ my arm." Rhode giggled, shutting the book.
"RHODE!" Allen's voice drifted down the hall, flustered and angry shouting.
Rhode giggled again. Ah, this was really the happy life after all. Allen was just the best to tease.