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Post by Stella Nox Fleuret on Jan 2, 2013 23:50:44 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #343434 solid; border-bottom: 10px #343434 solid;] I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly {WORDS } 808 {TAGGED } Nocty {WEARING} This! Was this going to help at all?
Stella wasn’t sure, but she figured that it couldn’t hurt. Once she had heard about the conference to come, Stella had begun to hope in a possible solution to this war that she found herself in. Hoped and dreamed. The war of her own home had been abandoned for yet another battle, and Stella was tired of it. She had fought so hard to stop the war back home, and just when it had seemed like she might be able to, something dreadful had happened. Later on she had figured out what had caused it, but for now all she knew was that all of a sudden she was once more placed in a position where she had to figure out what was the right course of action in her own mind. And as always, it was hard to do so. Still, the simple fact that the leader of her faction was putting on this conference helped to sturdy her belief that she had indeed picked the right side.
But there was always a bit of nagging doubt.
She knew she was early, but Stella had needed some time to think, and had seized this opportunity to do so. Perhaps it was that reason that she found herself standing some yardage from the podium, facing the spot where the leader of the Academy would stand and speak in some time. With a wondering gaze, Stella lifted her violet eyes and stared up at the heavens that spread out in the vast sea before her. “Is this the right course?” She wished many days that she had someone there, telling her what was right and what wasn’t. But she didn’t. She didn’t have anyone to hold her hand and walk her through this life, so it was up to her to make the right decisions for her and Elise.
But what were the right decisions?
With her faith wavering, Stella wished that the Caelum prince she had implored for reason back on their own world could be here as well. She felt alone in this fight that wasn’t her battle. Slowly Stella bowed her head until her chin nearly touched her chest. At the same time, she lifted her hands and clasped them over her chest. What was the future going to bring? Would it continue to bring turmoil and unrest? Or would they be able to find a solution? This she could only hope would be accomplished by the conference that was being held here today.
Would it help?
With her eyes still closed tightly, Stella let out the breath she’d been holding. “Show me the right path.”, she whispered. Who was she imploring? Who was she asking? Perhaps no one would hear her. Perhaps no one would answer her plea, but she could only hope that they would. She still had a certain amount of hope buried deep down that they might still be able to go home from this planet. But they had told her that it was impossible. What was the truth? Could they ever go back home?
Or would they be stuck here forever?
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Jan 11, 2013 9:36:24 GMT -5
burn, let it all burn  this hurricane's TAG: Her < Words: 686
ONE LAST THING: Bow chicka wow wow? Under no circumstances did Noctis want to arrive with the rest of the PSICOM troops at this square in Academia. Aside from…not really liking most of them and feeling constantly bothered by the way they tried to coax him into having more to say, somewhere deep down Noctis felt like he didn’t want to be involved with them on a day like today. He’d agreed to come along and infiltrate this press conference to serve as support should things go unduly sour, but for some reason, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this task that he’d been assigned to help with wasn’t sinister in some way. Why PSICOM would want to attend a press conference just to listen to what the opposition’s leadership had to say, Noctis couldn’t understand, considering their…penchant for taking this crisis by the throat. Standing in a crowd of civilians didn’t seem like something that most of the typical PSICOM grunts couldn’t exactly handle for a long period of time. What did they know about subtlety? Nothing at all, and they hadn’t been trained for it. It was worse that they’d all be concealing guns.
Noctis, however, did know about subtlety. With his fists balled up in the pockets of his jacket, he strode into the square where the press conference would be held to witness what were surely Academy technicians making the final touches to their sound equipment and to the stage. A few civilians seemed to already be present, making Noctis’ arrival nothing short of uninteresting to the Academy personnel gathered around. He nonetheless eyed a few of them to ensure they weren’t paying him any more mind than the typical Academia citizen. A couple glanced him, but ultimately they must have decided that anyone who tried to pull something with so many guards around would have been a fool. Noctis admittedly agreed with them.
He came to a pause at a neutral spot where the street sat empty, pausing to swing his eyes around and take survey of the situation. The place was an invitation for snipers to find themselves a plethora of nests, he immediately noticed, and the Academics had definitely taken an opportunity to grab all of those nests. From where he stood, he could see no less than six snipers prepping their positions. Sure, the Academy claimed to be the peaceful ones. The security measures they were taking were smart – and as a prince, Noctis knew all about security measures – but the sight still made him uncomfortable. Hopefully the Academy was more responsible than PSICOM liked to claim.
What made Noctis more uncomfortable was the idea of having to intermingle with the crowd to seem as if he was not out of place. His eyes settled on the few people scattered around, all of whom were gathered together in their little groups, chatting. Noctis, as anyone who knew him well would understand, was not the type to approach complete strangers and weave his way into their conversation. His personality and experiences didn’t exactly prep him for social interaction with people he didn’t know. It was why he hated social gatherings and his father’s balls and dinner parties. The prospect of fraternizing with people who were from a different world and who were possibly all supporters of the Academy didn’t appeal to him in the slightest. He turned away from the small packings of civilians, peering back towards the obvious Academy personnel before turning to find himself an isolated strip of street and stand there until the event started.
But Noctis did a double-take just as he shifted his feet, again looking to the personnel and especially to one blond head that was wearing something other than the typical Academy uniform. It wasn’t the pleasantness of the view that compelled him to face the surely feminine form that he took in. Noctis knew that he recognized the back of that head…the height was right too, and the frame…
Against any rational thoughts telling him not to move from his spot, Noctis’ legs moved of their own accord and carried him towards the woman at an anxious pace.
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Post by Stella Nox Fleuret on Jan 22, 2013 10:18:46 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #343434 solid; border-bottom: 10px #343434 solid;] I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly {WORDS } 905 {TAGGED } Nocty {WEARING} This! ”Stella!”
The voice jarred Stella right out of her thoughts when another young woman walked toward her. “Oh…hello.” Stella knew she knew the girl – or had at least met her before, but somehow she couldn’t quite place her. That was probably what happened when you were thrown in a world and all of a sudden expected to remember the names of seemingly hundreds of strangers. “Ready to here commander Hope say a few words on this whole war mess?” Stella smiled at her words and even nodded her head. “I’m sure that whatever he has to say will be much appreciated by the audience.”, she commented. That could be true, and despite having ‘enrolled’ in the Academy – or so she figured she was – Stella wasn’t exactly sure anything Hope Estheim would say here today would have any effect whatsoever on the people or the current problems that were going on in Gran Pulse.
“Oh yes, Mr. Estheim does seem to have quite the way with words.” The third voice caused Stella’s eyes to swivel yet again, this time to see a slightly aging couple that had walked up to them. With yet another smile on her face, she greeted the couple that she did know a bit more- as they were in the Academy with her. “I’m afraid aside from welcoming me to Gran Pulse, I have not heard really anything Mr. Estheim had to say, especially on this matter.” The woman beside the man clucked her tongue and smiled at her. “Well he is awfully good looking, perhaps what he has to say doesn’t really matter quite so much if you’re young, like you and Hailey are.” Hailey…of course that was the girls name. Stella simply shifted her weight and chuckled softly. “I hadn’t noticed him being above average in looks.”, she commented honestly. “Oh dear me! Of course he’s ‘above average’. Honestly Stella, have you seen him?”
Stella couldn’t help but smile at the way Hailey was going all starry eyed on her. “Yes, of course I have.” At that moment, the wife of the couple near her patted the other young girl on the arm. “Perhaps Stella finds men attractive that look much different than our commander Estheim.”, she said with a knowing look. Despite it being perhaps a bit of an awkward conversation, Stella couldn’t help but find herself enjoying the company of those around her. Lately she’d been bumping into a blonde that called herself Kayla far too much, and so it felt good to talk to humans that were…normal? Stella nodded in agreement to what had last been said though, brushing her hands on her legs – a movement she usually completed to smooth down her skirt – and glancing away. “Indeed I do.”
Stella returned the disbelieving look Hailey was giving her with a bright smile and a casual shrug of her shoulder. “She caught me.” “But…but…” Stella was patting her on the shoulder when the older woman suddenly grasped her elbow. “Perhaps someone that looks like that young gentleman coming toward us. I dare say, he rivals Mr. Estheim in looks. And he’s coming this way!” Stella resisted the urge to roll her eyes in delight and peeked over her shoulder to take a look at this man that the older woman had seen. As soon as she did, Stella froze. “Noctis?” She hadn’t thought she’d actually spoken her words out loud, but by the exclamation of the older woman, it appeared that she had. “Why, she knows him! Well it’s no wonder she’s not partial to our silvery haired Mr. Estheim.” She knew she was staring, but somehow she couldn’t quite pull herself out of it for a moment.
When she did, Stella turned back toward the small group she was standing by. “Excuse me.”, she said breathily, before squeezing the woman softly on the elbow and turning on her heel. “Oh look at him, he’s a very nice looking young man, wouldn’t you say?”, came the whispered cluck of the older woman. It seemed as if she was walking in a dream, unable to control her body that she found herself walking toward the prince she had come to know well – or she thought well – before this whole mess had started.
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Feb 8, 2013 15:00:53 GMT -5
burn, let it all burn this hurricane's TAG: Her < Words: 570
ONE LAST THING: She looks fine, he says. Tee hee.
In the back of his mind, Noctis realized how stupid it was for him to be here, undercover, for PSICOM’s purposes and approaching someone to speak to them without knowing without doubt that he knew her. Once he’d started in the direction of the assumed lookalike of the woman he’d only recently gotten to know, though, it was too late. He noticed the others around her take note of him, and though he did his best to avert his eyes from all of them, there was no avoiding the knowledge, through a few spared glances, that they were talking about him. His rather instinctive paranoia wasn’t tricking him into thinking that they were, either. No, they’d seen him, and they were pointing him out to the woman whom he could swear was Stella, once his would-be assassin, most recently under his own roof. At least now he would know whether or not he was simply having delusions and imagining he saw her.
When she did turn, revealing Stella’s features to him, the prince stopped in place. She wasn’t having an adverse reaction to him in the slightest, and he studied her until he noticed her saying his name. If she did want to speak to him, and if she’d acknowledged him any at all, she probably would, Noctis wanted the conversation to be as far away from potentially listening ears as was possible. He knew for a fact that she wasn’t in any of the PSICOM records – he’d checked. Her missing from their records probably meant she’d arrived here in Academia, and for all intents and purposes, Noctis had to assume that she had probably decided to accept the “shelter” they were offering or, further, maybe she’d decided to help them. Either way, if Noctis ever had to answer where he’d been and what he’d been doing, Stella would need to be the only one to hear his answer.
Immediately feeling the same odd twinge spring up in his chest, having replaced the typical anxiety that usually made its way there in social situations, Noctis watched, quietly, the blond walking over to him. Noctis had never known anything about genuinely seeing something in a woman that made him want to…appreciate her more than the typical, flaunting noble’s daughter that always flocked to him at parties. Swallowing heavily, Noctis thought he might be appreciating the approaching woman a little too much, and for interest in not seeming as if he was obviously staring at her, he turned his eyes down to the pavement until he heard the click of her heels. His gaze trailed back up and to her face, and despite the fact that they were both well out of earshot of the group that Noctis had seen Stella with, he turned his back slightly away from them, gaining an inch closer to Stella.
For a second, he wasn’t sure what to say. If his typical inability to speak confidently to women wasn’t enough, Noctis wasn’t sure what to say to her given the circumstances. Only once he’d offered her shelter in his mansion had they been brought to this world, assumedly, and the circumstances had only been complicated further than they already were…and considering he was sheltering the daughter of the enemy, they were very complicated already. Noctis bit back his lame tongue. ”Are you alright?”, he began, knowing it was rather foolish to ask since she looked fine.
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