After The Battle ;; Kamme's Apartment ;; DTK

[KANE]

Kamereon winced as she turned the handle of the apartment door. Both of her arms were scratched severely from the Kishin Egg’s claws. The scratches were long, but thankfully not all that deep. If they were any deeper, they could have been considered lacerations. Being in her Weapon form had protected her for the most part, and given her mostly superficial wounds that weren’t more to worry about than fearing infection. The scratches ran from her shoulders to her elbows. Luckily they were both the same length and width, so they were symmetrical, but they were wounds none the less. The blood was beginning to cease its flow and dry against her pale skin. In Kamme’s opinion, it was absolutely nothing. Although they hurt, it was worth it. She had managed to protect the Meister – Death the Kid – that had been forced to use her on a whim when a rather ballsy Kishin Egg had made its move on Deathbucks. Being surrounded by no more than innocent citizens, they were forced to do something.

It’s pure luck that my soul is adaptable…otherwise fighting that Kishin Egg would have been damn near impossible… Kamme told herself silently, glancing over her currently red shoulder at the golden-eyed Meister behind her that she had practically insisted come with her to her apartment. His side had been slashed by the Kishin Egg as well as her arms; he needed some sort of attention as well. She knew that as Lord Death’s son, he was a Shinigami and his body was affected differently by superficial wounds. However, she wasn’t sure if he risked infection as well. It was best to try to prevent something like that in this instance.

Stepping through, she stood to the side of the door and held it open for him. It wasn’t even three o’clock in the afternoon and they had already had a day for the books. She, at least, had started hers with hours of studying, as not to fall behind on any work. She’d determined that she was in dire need of a break, lest her brain melt out of her ears and slow to the speed of a snail moving through molasses. She had left her studies on the table in her kitchen, five books stacked at each head of the table, perfectly aligned, with not a page out of place. Her notes, on the other hand, were stacked neatly on each side of the table in front of the two other chairs.

The notes and books were untouched, and unmoved by the small draft that was carried into the apartment by the door opening. She had left to go play basketball, and by chance stumbled upon Death the Kid there. They’d played a game of basketball, and managed to tie the game at a glorious 8-8. His height advantage had almost overwhelmed her…he had to be a full foot taller than her. However, her smaller stature had granted her a bit of flexibility in the way of darting from side-to-side and pulling off some ‘fancy footwork’ as the saying went.

Tired out by their game, they’d headed to Deathbucks to chat a bit over a refreshing drink when the Kishin Egg attacked and threw everything out of place. The red, pulsing soul of the monster still laid in her hand, it’s tail flickering in and out between her fingers as it waited to be devoured. She closed the door behind him as he stepped through the entryway, just past the radius in which the door swung. After closing it, she passed beside him, her head just coming to the height of his shoulders. ”Uh..” she began, her voice quiet as not to shatter the silence of her apartment too abruptly. ”You can come this way, to the kitchen…or...” she paused as she looked into the kitchen, at her perfectly arranged table. She’d rather not risk annoying him with re-situating everything to be balanced as it seemed to do to some people.

”…or we should probably go to the living room…” she said, nodding a bit and gesturing to him to follow her across the tatami mat floor to the living room. The room looked as though it had a mirror splitting it down the middle. Two couches, too loveseats, two coffee tables, two bookshelves, and one TV sat dead in the center against the wall so the invisible line dividing the room cut straight through it. Walking over to stand by one of the couches, she looked at his side, her bright blue eyes glistening with worry at the sight of the torn fabric on the one side.

”If you want to wait one moment, I could get you something for that…” she raised her gaze to his yellow one, her eyes silently pleading to let her do so. ”I really should, too…” she added.

Almost to distract from the caring urgency in her tone, Kamme lifted her hand to a picture on the wall beside her and adjusted it slightly so that it remained hanging perfectly straight and vertical, not a corner even so much as a hair higher than the other side.

I was careless…I let him get hurt…I need to do better…

[KANE]

Oct 28, 2011 20:45:20 GMT -5 @battlerocket said:

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[style=height: 365px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 10px; overflow: auto;]So they were really here. The shinigami let out a long sigh, lingering on the last syllable for a long while as he stared at Kamereon, trying his best to get a look at just how bad the cuts on her arm were but failing miserably. He felt horrible, he really did; when the Kishin had attacked, he hadn't been ready; perhaps it would have been right to say that it was unfortunate that Kamme was sharp for if she wasn't, she wouldn't have thrown herself in front in order to 'protect' him. It was a meister's duty to make sure that his weapon didn't get hurt, not the other way around, and the fact that Kamme wasn't even his own weapon only made the situation ten times worse. He wasn't even sure what to say to her; would an apology be insulting after she had done what she had done? Part of him wanted to ask her why she had even done that in the first place, but he felt like it would be insulting to her for some reason, almost as if he were scolding her. The Shinigami had never been a fan of scolding, but then again, this was the first time he had been faced with such a situation. What else was there to do to get his thoughts across? The entire situation almost seemed unreal to him now that he thought about it; the fact that there were weapons that could adapt soul-lengths was something new altogether, and he had to admit that when Kamme had first suggested it, he had went on simply because he had seen nothing better at the moment, especially seeing as Liz and Patti were both out somewhere and curiously, not at his side. He had been the one to insist that they go together; after all, if one of them were by his side he would still be unable to use them; it was unsymmetrical, and that simply wouldn't do at all. The fact that it had been a Kishin had made things that much more complicated; when he had first noticed the claws on it the prospect of trouble was already beginning to brew in his mind and instinctively, one finger came down to his waist and rested briefly on the scratch wound there. It was nothing special, he often got them in battle; however, the shirt and skin had both been torn and he was not sure if the dirt would lead to infection or not. He possessed the qualities that the body of Shinigami should have had, however, he was not immortal. His father was closer to that than anything, to tell the truth. She glanced over her shoulder at him and he gave her a wry sort of smile, taking a tentative step into her apartment but obviously still very much lost in his own thoughts; he didn't even bother trying to hide it this time around. While he was somewhat disturbed by the events that had taken place, and worried about how her wounds were, he had to admit that he liked the way the apartment was arranged; whatever angle he looked, it was always perfectly symmetrical, each side aligned so that they were exactly the same on both sides. It reminded him of his house; with his father's movement restricted to his office at school, he had been given the freedom to arrange it to his liking and his room, as well as every room that he could find, were all perfectly in balance, down to the very last millimeter. For a second, he contemplated taking out the milimeter he carried in his pocket to measure the angles of the picture frames on the walls, then thought better of it; this was no time to be caught up on matters like such[not to mention it was still her apartment, after all]. Instead, he followed her as she closed the door behind them, hoping that by doing so, he would end up where she wanted him to go, and not somewhere completely different. Her height reached to just slightly above his shoulders, and he had to lean down to see her; truly, this screamed awkward all over but he didn't really mind, given the fact that he was still staring plaintively at her arms, not even trying to hide the concern and guilt over the injury that he had more or less just caused. "...Anywhere's fine with me." He spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully, but not so much as to seem cold. After all, they had played a basketball game together just when his day couldn't have gotten any more dull, and the two of them had resonated to defeat a rampaging Kishin, despite the consequences that it brought with it. If it weren't for the fact that he was still worried about her physical being, Kid would have probably considered her his friend at this point in time. However, his thoughts were muddled and his senses weren't working properly; they kept shifting back on how to ask her just why she would do such a thing. If the Kishin had hit him then, it would have motivated him to work and train his own senses harder, but who was to blame for what had happened to her? The obvious answer was him, but he wasn't so sure she saw it that way, from her actions and emotions. That was the troubling part of the entire situation. "That's fine." Nodding at her gesture and putting his feet into motion, he entered said room and found himself pleased once again with the overall layout of the entire situation; she had demonstrated the type of neat and orderly way he preferred when she had moved that chair at the basketball court, but this was something completely different altogether. Does she have it as well? Despite the fact that he felt a certain thrill at the thought that she could be someone that was like him, it followed immetiately with a fresh bout of guilt at thinking that way. His father had told him that it was nothing to be proud of; he had to concur that it was sometimes shameful when he abandoned his friends in their time of need for only a crooked picuture frame or unevenly folded toilet paper. However, he saw it as a gift; wether she did or not was another question altogether. "...You should get something for yourself first." He nodded at the scratches and dismissed her concerned gaze with a hard narrow of his eyes. "...I'll be fine; really, but thanks for the concern." The tension seemed to really get to him after awhile so he ended the sentence with a light smile, the unflinching gaze of his yellow orbs confirming his statement and when she finished adjusting the picture that had been hanging on the wall at a slightly odd angle[he had noticed when he had entered but it hadn't been so important as to need bringing up], he adjusted his seat so that he was not sitting in a rude fashion, clasping one hand over the other to await a response. [/style]
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[KANE]

”You should get something for yourself first. I’ll be fine, really, but thanks for your conern.” His vouce was laden with tension that almost made Kamme want to flinch. Seconds later though, a small smile pulled at the ends of his lips. His amber eyes were narrowed with seriousness, clouding over his gaze and dismissing her worry as though it were nothing. She had a feeling that it wasn’t like he was actually intending to come across as stern, but now that begged the question in his mind – why did he? Had she said something? She couldn’t think of what she might have said. Generally she was exceedingly careful about what she said or did around people to avoid offending them in any way, shape, or form for whatever reason. She was the sort of person that acted carefully, and she tried to benefit others with her words and actions.

Their work toegether had been lucky. Although she had an adaptable soul, it took an open soul to accept hers in matching wavelengths and further Resonating. Her father had told her years ago that everybody’s soul has potential to be adaptable as hers was, but it was more or less uncommon to find someone that retained the ‘accepting’ nature of almost anybody that Kamereon still had. She saw everybody as someone she was willing to become friends with and accept, no matter who they were. The only time there would be a wall brought up before Kemme’s accepting nature was if someone had chosen to walk the path of evil and become a Kishin Egg.

According to her father, everybody could have an accepting soul, but few retained the almost ‘childlike’ trait that allowed their soul to remain so. An open soul that would accept an adaptable soul was one that wasn’t so self-centered that very few could match wavelengths, no matter how adaptable their soul and personality would be. Self-centered souls were practically the exact opposite of an adapable soul, and Kamme believed that it almost took so much as a unique adaptable soul to do that, and she admired the people that were even more accepting than her.

Their Resonance was thanks to both of their souls, and it was lucky that they were able to do so. Otherwise that Kishin Egg may have gotten the better of them as a Meister pairing with an unfamiliar, last-resort Weapon. Her arms burned with the cuts, and after what seemed like an eternity she nodded once and moved. ”....uh...right...” she said, her voice wavering slightly with uncertainty. She watched as he sat, hands crossed politely as he waited for her. She went into the kitchen and pulled out a rarely used first-aid kit, and quickly made work of cleaning the smeared blood off of her arms. By the time she was finished, the bright red slashes remained, but it appeared the bleeding had stopped.

She walked into the other room, the first aid kit in hand, free of any evidence that she had just used it. She walked over to him. ”Here...” she said quietly, holding it out, and looking to the side, half out of embarassment, half out of her own confusion of trying to figure out why he had seemed so stern...what she must have said or done that had gotten to him in the way it clearly had. She was fairly sensitive to the emotions of others. Generally, when she felt something awry, she let it be as it was, seeing as she had no place to risk invading the privacy of what others were feeling and thinking, but she couldn’t help herself this time, she was too curious.

She sat down on the loveseat across the coffee table from him, practically mirroring his posture, save for leaning forward slightly and holding the kit out over the table between them. ”I’m sorry you got hurt...it’s my fault that happened...”

[KANE]

Oct 30, 2011 20:56:30 GMT -5 @battlerocket said:

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[style=height: 365px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 10px; overflow: auto;]For what seemed like forever, he stared at her; the one question clouding his mind almost to the point where he couldn't quite think clearly: why had she done what she had done? The feeling was one that was familiar to when he had his 'ocd breakdowns', as his friends and father called it, yet not quite so severe; he was able to maintain a calm appearance on the outside but the downside to all of it was that he appeared much too serious, almost to the point where he looked almost isolated and cold. As much as he tried to seem relaxed and normal, like the mannerism he had adopted when they had first met on the basketball court, he couldn't help but think of what had happened every time his golden-gaze met her azure one. Half the reason why he had suggested that she tend to her own wounds first was for the plain reason that he didn't want the cuts to get infected or something - he had a different body but for that reason, didn't have any experience with those that were 'normal', when he had watched his friends fight the wounds often caused them visible pain, and even though her face never betrayed how she was feeling, he could imagine the possibilities. On the other hand, the other reason was the prospect that if she tended to her wounds, perhaps the feeling that was in his stomach would ease a bit. Besides, he still wasn't sure exactly how he was going to ask her why without offending her. Politeness could only come to a certain point before it became a downfall rather than a blessing. He shifted in the bout of silence that had followed, almost wishing that he had adopted a less 'sharp' tone, and when she spoke it startled him; part of his inner thoughts cursed at the prospect that she was hurt by his overall disposition as he nodded his head, unsure of what to really say. Upon making sure that she had left the room, he picked at his hair for a moment and narrowed his eyes, letting his hands drop back to his sides and uncrossed his leg; scowling at the tension he felt in his side wound as he did so. The bleeding had stopped a long time ago but the scar would remain for a good day or two, he was aware - as soon as his father let him back into the study a new suit would fix everything - if Liz or Patti were willing, he supposed even a sewing job could do, but only in perfection, as anything less would throw the entire outfit out of symmetry. He inspected the wound a bit closer now that such thoughts had already clouded his mind anyways; the scratch was not bad, and with a wince he realized that they could have been less severe, or not at all, if he had just had a bit more experience. Kamme wouldn't have gotten hurt trying to protect him either. Both hands clenched themselves into fists at his side, and he scowled. He needed training. Blinking once, he raised his head from where it had been staring intently at the couch he was sitting on as Kamereon returned, pausing for only a second before he took the first-aid kid she held out to him. "Thanks." He held the small box in front of him for a moment, debating for a brief second wether or not to treat his wounds right in front of her or not before taking out a disinfectant swab and idly swiping it over the wound, only enough to clean the clotted blood off so that it wouldn't get infected by the dirt and various traces of what had been on the diner's flood that had worked its way into it. He didn't bother with the bandage and only touched the roll with the tip of his index finger before mentally shaking his head and withdrawing, clasping the small latch as the lid shut and placing it on the table in front of them almost as if he were expecting that either one of them would need it again soon. The silence was almost wrenching as he sat there; the shinigami was debating what to say next when she spoke up and confirmed the thought he had been speculating all along. That she blamed herself for what had happened to him, when the actual situation was something completely different. "...It was no one's fault but my own." Choosing the right words weren't hard for him but he had honestly never experienced something like this before; hopefully, the fact that he had been brought up to be polite would help him rather than harm him here. "If I'd paid more attention and listened a bit closer, I would have been able to dodge out of the way before those claws hit. I don't understand why you did what you did, however." He leaned over the table until their faces were both a relatively close distance to each other; his expression more uncertain than really stern. "It is a meister's duty to protect the weapon; not the other way around." He didn't understand why she had done what she had; was there some logic that he just wasn't seeing?[/style]
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[KANE]

Kamereon felt the feeling of relief settle in her stomach as he cleaned the wound on his side, swabbing it free of any dried blood. The first aid kit was placed between them in a manner that kept it perfectly aligned with the invisible center line of the table. I like him already... she thought, a bit laughably. It was as though he already had the thought in his mind that she disliked asymmetry of some ways people arranged their personal posessions. Kamme could recall one time where she and Erinn had just started living together, and Erinn had shifted some things Kamme had arranged in the room. For instance, she had moved a vase off of one of the upright tables and placed it in the middle of the coffee table, alongside another decoration that was then placed on the edge of the coffee table.

Kamme had practically yanked a ponytail out of surprise when she saw it, before having a miniscule panic attack and re-adjusting it without a word. Erinn had given her the strangest look before laughing and shrugging her shoulders and letting Kamme go about organization in the apartment. He pulled her out of her thoughts when he spoke again, shortly after she had, in response to her apology.

”It was no one’s fault but my own. If I’d paid more attention and listened a bit closer, I would have been able to dodge out of the way before those claws hit. I don’t understand why you did what you did, however.” Her slightly confused train of thought was cut off when he leaned over the table, closer to her, so that his face was close enough to hers that she didn’t need to concentrate to see the two colors within his eyes – a faint gold around the outside, and a darker, richer gold around his pupil. I didn’t really notice that before... she thought.

” It is a meister’s...” he put particular emphasis on the word. ”...duty to protect the Weapon, not the other way around.” She felt her jaw slack slightly when he said that. That was...against practically everything that had been ground into her head through both the past and what she had been taught...even before she came to the DWMA as a student three years ago. If he couldn’t tell that his words confused her simply by the expression on her face, let alone the words she was about to speak, he must have been close to blind.

”B...but...” she stammered, her voice more of its normal tone and strength, the stammer stemming from the confusion that ignited within her body at what he said. ”I’m a Weapon...I have to...and will...protect any Meister that pick’s me up. It’s my job...” she swallowed and glanced down at the table, before bringing her Cerulean gaze uwpards to meet his not in a challenging manner, but more of one that begged for him to explain, almost, just as much as it willed her to explain. ”As a Weapon I’m willing to risk my life for the sake of a Meister holding me at any given time. I’d do anything to protect the person wielding me at any given time, be it shielding them with my Weapon form or my body.”

She could sense that he would return with a counter-argument against her words, seeing as something in his mind about this subject in particular was rather uneasy. Please understand... she silently willed him. I’ve learned nothing but what I just repeated to you...I was brought up to do this, and I believe it to be the law that governs my actions... She held his gaze for so long that the air seemed to crackle with tension, despite the fact they werent so much arguing as setting up opposing views. She barely even noticed her hold in the red Kishin Egg soul had slipped until it floated up to the level of their heads.

Once she saw the flickering red soul to her left, she blinked in surprise, sparing only a second to glance at it before reaching up and pulling it down again, firmly within her grasp. The red flame-like tail slipped in and out between her fingers as though it was struggling to get free. It only had a few more minutes to live before she ate it. The other one was floating within the wooden cupboard of one of the couch-side upright tables that held the lamps. It had been the most sensible place to store the lone soul besides something as bulky as a glass jar.

I’ll wait... she thought, using a second more to glance town at the soul in her hands, sub-consciously running her tongue slightly over the right side of her upper lip, revealing her pointed teeth in a smirk. It had been such a long while since she last had a soul that she could hardly remember what they felt like. Once she moved her gaze to look back at him. ”The fact that you got hit is bad enough in my mind...” she told him.

”I need to do better, and train harder...” although truthfully she had come across nobody willing to practice with her in six months. ”...to make sure that something like that...” she nodded to his side. ”Never happens again. I will not watch another Meister get hurt because of my failure...s.”

This was the second time that she knew of where she had ‘failed’, by the standards she’d been raised with. The first, and definitely worst, was twisting her ankle trying to get back to Erinn, and watching her Meister die in front of her to protect her, when she had been unable to even protect herself, let alone the sassy girl that had been her partner. The second, now, was Death the Kid getting his side cut open by the Kishin Egg. Get it together! she mentally shouted at herself.

[KANE]

Nov 23, 2011 22:55:57 GMT -5 @battlerocket said:

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[style=height: 365px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 10px; overflow: auto;]They were so close that it was hard for him not to notice her confusion at the entire situation; in fact, he had to say that her confusion only continued to strengthen his own confusion at the entire situation, as well as the curiosity of why she had done what she had done, in a sense. From the moment he had stepped foot into the apartment and perhaps even before that he had been waiting for the right moment to tell her; part of him realized that if she had not said what she had just then that moment would have never come, despite the fact that the curiosity was threatening to overwhelm him. Her expression was what gave away most of her shock at the overall situation, only strengthening as he continued to speak and while he was wondering what about it was so confusing, so confounding he didn't let it show on his features; the light glint in the very center ring of his irises would show that much and at the distance they were sitting at, it wasn't easy to pass by. In face, it was harder not to see than the other way around. "I understand that." And it was true; the words she had spoken were indeed what every weapon was taught, but it was only to an extent. In fact, he found two faults within her reasoning; one of which was the fact that she wanted to risk her life for his sake instead of the other way around. The other being the fact that she thought that meisters didn't bear some of the responsibility themselves. He frowned, a perfectly symmetrical frown that was more out of worry than frustration at the entire aspect. Despite the fact that he himself was not necessarily the most helpless without his weapons and Black Star had some tricks up his sleeves as well, it was hard to defend properly without the thompson sisters at his side when something as important as a Kishin reared its ugly head, so to speak. Weapons had to protect their meisters but meisters had to properly wield their weapons to avoid injuries that an static figure couldn't wield off on their own. "It is not a weapon's duty to risk their lives for the sake of their meister's, though." He had never been taught the words 'shield' before when he had been growing up and training to become a meisters; meisters and weapons were supposed to work together to insure minimal injury among both of them; his father had told him that and Shinigami-sama was the director of the school. "Meisters and weapons work together. If a meister gets hurt, it's because of the negligence of the meister. Weapons are not meant to be shields." It wasn't as if he was trying to tell her to disobey her parents' teachings[or whoever she'd learned that policy from], but if not his father, who else knew best? After he'd stated his own opinion on the subject he leaned backwards and clasped one hand over the corresponding knee but never turning his gaze away from hers in a brief spurt of stubbornness that if he did just that, it would be a sign that he gave in. In his mind, he tried to justify his actions; this disagreement would help Kamereon understand what part of her teachings had been wrong. Protecting was something that he could handle to an extent, but shielding and blaming herself for every little mistake that was his fault to begin with was crossing the line. Had her parents told her this? His mind drifted back towards his father and he bit his lip, shaking his head. Don't jump to conclusions. Instead, he let himself calm down a bit and ignored the tension in the air even as it spiked a level higher, confident that given some time, they could both reflect on the other's argument and see some fault in their own. Perhaps his own had some faults that she was able to pick out, but it hardly mattered. She couldn't keep thinking like she was, he thought as the golden orbs narrowed just the slightest bit to show his worry. It took him awhile to notice that there was something odd floating towards her; the shinigami tilted his head to one side and blinked at the red kishin egg as Kamereon noticed just a second later, reaching out and grabbing it in her hand. He didn't know why she hadn't eaten it when they had initially defeated the Kishin, but there had to be a good reason; they were close enough for him to notice her expression and lips smirking so that it almost resembled soul. Whatever the reason, she did want to eat the soul. Something was holding it back, he realized, shifting in his seat. Was it him? "I don't understand." He shook his hand, placing both palms flat on the table with a dull thud as he stared at her, searching for a reason that she felt this way in her expression or her actions, only to find none. "And I feel like you don't either. What happened today wasn't your fault to begin with. Just because I got hurt for my own foolish actions doesn't make this your responsibility." He paused in a vain attempt to gain his composure but the confusion and irritation pricking at his mind proved it to be in vain and while he was certain that she still didn't understand the angle he was coming from, he felt that he needed to at least make an attempt to make her understand before he was to let up. Briefly, he stared upwards and thought of what Liz or Patti would say in this kind of situation, tried to look at this from their perspective but had to admit failure after the attempt; they simply didn't think the way that Kamereon did. How could he ever make her understand? He blinked; something in her last statement had made him pause and for a moment, he thought that it might have just been a slip of a tongue. However, he thought about the situation a bit closer and with a narrow of his eyes, realized that that was physically impossible. For one thing, she had paused before the last syllable was uttered and the letter had been clearly pronounced so much in a way that made him feel like he was almost meant to hear it more than anything. "Has something like this happened in the past?" Now that he thought about it, she had never mentioned her own meisters in the time that they had been together and even though he hadn't asked, most weapons were quite eager to talk about theirs even without such prompting. Something had happened in the past to make her think like the way that she did, he speculated, and whatever it was that had caused such probably wasn't on a small scale. Inwardly, the shinigami cringed. He hoped he wasn't offending her by asking such, but then again, what had been said couldn't be taken back no matter how hard he tried.[/style]
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