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  1. Normally, a person would not be as nervous as Leon was right now, not as of this moment. It was Crystal’s idea to have them go to the flower festival, mostly to give them time alone with each other they haven’t quite had since, while at the same time, encouraging the normally reclusive Leon to introduce her to his new allies. Now he was not necessarily nervous due to the bands' reaction to Crystal. (Quite the opposite, he doubts the majority of his bandmates would even care.) But more so that it was the awkward sense of actually introducing Crystal to what was essentially the second half of his earth life. He had only given her brief descriptions of them all during her time in the hospital and didn’t find it best seeing what she was recovering from to actually make the conversation entirely about him. The way she walked into his life again was not ideal, but it all seemed to work out in a way he never thought possible. As he looked behind him to stare at her for a second, just to get a gander at her face. He smiled. Her eyes seemingly locked onto the ground below them as they passed about the Flower Festival location. “We will be landing in a few minutes…” His heart was racing even as he began to set them down for a landing, he flipped a switch for the landing gear to come down. The whirling of the engine finally dying down. The alien sighed in relief and took off his aviators as the ship began to descend down to the parking area. His eyes now staring outside at the scenery. He had to admit, he as actually quite impressed with how it looked. Due to the climate of his own home planet, there wasn’t really such thing as the spring, it was either cold or even colder. There were not really much other than colder climate foliage and most of there weren’t nearly as elaborate and colorful as earthling tree life. Everything seemed to have its different shade, and all accompanied with its own season, it was intriguing as much as it was alluring. The brown yellow and orange hues of the fall, the greens of the summer, and the pink and blossoming multiple shades of springtime. The latter which was honestly what got to him the most. It was beginning to relax the alien already as the latch of the spacecraft lifted up and gave Leon a breath of fresh air. He had decided to dress down for the occasion, mostly because he had a choice in the matter, but for another reason. He wanted to introduce himself and his band as they were. Nothing needed to be hidden from Crystal, including their increasing influence. From Avveline affecting his overall attire, including the dark jeans and the bullet belt he chose to wear today to the C.B.G.B no sleeved shirt. Nothing he would’ve chose openly in the past mostly due to his lack of knowledge, but what could he say? The lass had a good eye for simple wear that made it easy for him to move around. He quickly unstrapped himself from the cockpit and jumped out of the ship, landing on the ground perfectly on his feet, clearly used to not using the included cockpit ladder that nestled safely on the left side of the cockpit. “Okay, Crystal, just jump down and I will catch ya.” He resisted a chuckle, lord knows he had enough of it last time Crystal attempted to jump out of the fighter craft, only to land straight on her rear end. Instead, he attempted to stifle the laughter that was already seeming to spill from his lips. He held his arms out, waiting for her to get out of the cockpit.
  2. Colors

    A Smile. One caused by the silliness of his question, but it was a start. A sigh escaped his lips, mostly from relief. At first, Leon thought that the first few days were going to be tough, a tightrope of finding out how to approach her after all the time gone. He was somewhat relieved that was not the case. While her response was not exactly what he wanted to hear; He smiled back in hopes that it will raise her spirits. As she held herself and began to speak about being cooped up in the hospital Leon left off a slight chuckle. “You know, I felt the same way when I got out of here after my surgery?” He spoke, again attempting to cheer her up. Before he could speak more it would seem that the nurse had returned with the mirror that was requested of her, she noted about Crystal needing to stay put and heal. While Leon could pretty much scoff at their insistence to heal as he did have somewhat of a weak healing factor; He was pretty sure Crystal did not even with her physiology. So he was set to take heed. He looked down at the comb and spray bottle he was given and blinked. He gave a tilt of his head and raised his eyebrow, his long index finger scratching the side of his head. What exactly what this....thing that the nurse had given him. He had seen it before, that much he knew but...what was it again? “Uhh, …what am I supposed to do with this?” Before he got the answer the nurse had already left, as Leon stared at the plastic utensil with narrowed teeth and a spray bottle he clicked his head to the side. The Alien never had to care for his hair much, other than a standard washing and tying, he never did much to his hair at all. Which explained why it tended to be either messy, curled, or a combination of both. His eyes locked with Crystal as the nurse walked out leaving him essentially with no clue what to do. “I thought about you often.” Huh. He could’ve sworn he heard his hearts skip a beat each. He blinked and looked down at the two items in his hand. “Uhh, I am guessing this is for your hair?” He blinked. He only remembered it being vaguely used by Raven when she was attempting to “Tidy” His hair up for the ball. It was something that was quickly undone by the events of that night. He blushed again, his face, however, still locked on Crystal. Though he wasn’t sure how it would seem that the nurse wanted him to help Crystal as Raven did for him. He took a deep breath, thinking of what he could do in the situation, but it seemed that he was already under the gun. If Crystal wasn't going to ask him, certainly the nurse's will, So, Leon decided to just go for it. “You mind if I…?”
  3. Colors

    Time had always been slow for the alien, in one way it was natural seeing that the planet he was on rotated slower than earth that the time measurement simply felt slower to him naturally. However, that was far from just the only thing, another thing that made him suffer was his sleep schedule or lack thereof. Leon mostly due to his past mental issues, and the constant haunting of his past and present, never quite had a means of peaceful sleep until Crystal came into his life. At one point as they were on the island he never had a nightmare of his past since it was something he became acquainted with. However, these past few months along with his own capture, his sleeping schedule had returned to “Normal”. Which meant, he had little to no sleep at all when the nurse decided to call him for visiting hours the first thing that was clearly noted was the mere fact that he simply looked tired. Granted, they noted that when he was in surgery, but it seemed much more obvious now that he was out and about. Leon on his own part was more focused on one thing. Whatever care Crystal need he had decided it would be best to aid with what he can. As he and the nurse made their way to Crystal’s room, it would seem that Crystal had been busy messing with her hair. It was always a striking point for Leon. Red hair was actually something fairly rare in Malmosi he had only known one person who had that shade, which was his commander. Crystal’s red hair was something that seemed otherworldly to him and as she ran her elongated fingernails through it. Leon raised his eyebrow, it was certainly a mess but why with her fingernails. As the nurse made her presence known, it knocked Leon immediately out of his train of thought. As the nurse asked for a mirror Leon noted Crystal’s injuries again; suddenly, his hands retracted into a fist yet again. Before he could think anything more The Nurse bumped into him, probably in forgetfulness that Leon was Even following her (Which was strange since SHE Requested him to do so, after he spent the first two hours of the morning pacing about and apparently scaring other patients, as he was mumbling in his own native language.) She said something about a brush with only caused confusion with the alien. “Wait…what? A brush?” Leon was honestly confused, his hair being normally tied, he never actually bothered to brush it, other than the routine washing of his hair for the sake of cleanliness hair care was not something the alien was ever familiar with. But before he could react the nurse had already left, Leaving the two alone yet again and Leon with very little to say. His eyes immediately locked onto hers but everything seemed...scary. A shade of white adorned his cheeks yet again, as he ruffled his own hair, nearly mimicking Crystal’s own treatment of her hair. “Hey there, lass…” He said nervously trying to find something...anything to talk about other than what had happened to her. Why would he want to talk about that? Not only would it only enrage him even more; From her shaking disposition to her near-empty silence, he could already tell she was not ready to talk about it. He pulled a nearby chair up close to her and attempted to continue the conversation. “So how’s the morning been so far?” With that bit of verbal blockage, Leon inwardly cringed. Could he have chosen a worse thing to ask?
  4. Flower Festival - Port Caelum [Interest Check]

    Yeah, That actually IS a good idea, I was going to have them meet her during our current thread, but this might just work alot better.
  5. Flower Festival - Port Caelum [Interest Check]

    This sounds fun. I'm In. Gotta ask Leon's bandmates if they wanna come along.
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    It seemed that the silence would follow his proclamation, did she believe him, could she believe him? He wasn’t sure at this point; all that Leon knew was that he simply did not want her to go away. He could not lose her again, not after this. Regardless of his want and need, he could not stand the sight of her away from his side again, especially if it leads to…this. This haunted him more than he should and more than he wished to bear and lord knows how much Crystal herself could take. Months ago, he would not have even dreamed of abandoning his goal to return back home to Malmosi Prime literally, nothing could stand in his way. From friendships to new partnerships to an entire band nothing was going to keep him on earth. However, he could no longer lie to himself anymore. He had much more to do here, and from his friends to his love, it seemed his heart was here as well. He locked his eyes back with Crystal’s blue hues. Were they always this captivating? Something about those eyes left him simply hypnotized. Every moment staring at them he just wanted to get close, from his time on the island to the predators keep party. Her eyes: No, SHE had drawn him in, and have kept him planted on earth, pulling him up from the grounds of self-pity and depression as she did so. He was so close, leaning inside to be just as close as they once were. Only for her to immediately shoot away, the warmth that was in her eyes suddenly gone again. Even with his Jacket currently on he could feel the chill in the room, he blinked only seeing her face and her reaction. He was set to say something, anything when the nurse announced that visiting hours were almost up. Leon’s face focused on the nurse as she spoke her comments and gave a nod. It was not nearly as stern and confident as Leon’s confirmations were, this one was hesitant, almost scared. Seeing how much he feared to leave Crystal be at this time, it only made sense. Then Crystal spoke. "Maybe we should stop for tonight..." Leon said nothing, he could tell she was shaken up, scared. Something happened and with her clearly not being set to tell, his mind only wandered and worried. Her hands shaking into each other which clearly was a sign of both fear and doubt. Her nerves clearly fried and shot, he had only seen this sort of condition in very few allies, and it was never something good. Leon only gave another nod in uncertainty. “Right, I…Will be outside of the hall, I’ll…see you in the morning?” Christ even his voice seemed uncertain. Not since his initial conversation with Crystal as his voice just seemed so distant. He just wasn’t sure what to do anymore or how to approach her. Everything just seemed wrong, and it was mostly due to him. He would slowly walk his way out of the room. As Leon Followed the nurses out toward the hall. His mind only swam with the curiosity and fear of what had happened to her and his inability to prevent it. Suddenly his hands retracted back into a fist as he made his way back outside toward the waiting area. He took a seat in the hall, and attempted to think of something…anything else than what had happened today.
  7. The Revival of Tazarek

    Always glad to have another place to mess around in.
  8. The World of Bel'shir

    "No luck contacting your girlfriend?" “Not at all…” He fell silent, It was actually starting to be a bit heartbreaking, the reason he came on this trip was simple, he thought he wanted a way back into the hero business, but it seemed something was wrong…He just wasn’t…into it as he once was anymore. He would attempt to grab the fried egg and eating it in one bite. He wasn’t really a fast eater, but much else was on his mind than just the mission. This was terrible and he knew it was terrible, but his mind couldn’t leave home behind, and it all was beginning to ignore him. As The tanned children ran across from them Terrance took off his glasses and proceeded to clean them. If it wasn’t for the fact he didn’t have on his glasses, he wouldn’t have been able to see the pure terror on the children’s face. However that did not stop him from hearing the shouting. He nearly dropped his glasses on the reaction there off, the glasses would bounce from his hand rapidly as he attempted to grip back onto them in shock. He finally managed to stabilize his grip and quickly slid them back on. Raiders were apparently on their way toward the village, and whatever that meant clearly went the same as the unofficial tour guide who quickly ran off. He was set to follow until Jinsoku told Terra to do otherwise, while he seemed to fancy himself a makeshift weapon nearby. It was moments like this that Terrance was kind of relieved his lone equipment was the watch that was pretty much melded into his wrist. Terrance quickly followed Jinsoku as it seemed where he was going was to make sure these raiders don’t get too far into the village as they already planned to. That was his assumption at least. He had been…scatterbrained this entire trip, and his recent actions had only begin to show this. It was starting to become a bad look on him, one that he knew Jinsoku did not appreciate, or at least cared for. It was something however he would take great care to resolve, or at least attempt to. It was when they began to close onto the beach that Terrance noticed the huge ship that was in the water’s, it was quite the massive specimen, a bit excessive in it’s design, but certainly intimidating and it was clear why the citizens ran in fear at the mere sight of it. There was one person he noticed, a man on a mounted animal, a creature he seemed to be able to communicate with. As The mount flung itself back into the water. Terrance looked out toward it, it would seem the ship itself would take a while to get to them, which meant they had time. It would seem Jinsoku had already decided to think on his own however, and move toward the caves. This lack of communication was actually beginning to drive Terrance more than a bit…batty. He groaned and rushed toward him. “Dude at least Tell me what the hell you’re planning, I’m here to help after all…”
  9. Colors

    “You were real… “ That was enough for Leon to feel at least a bit of excitement, However, that was mostly broken with her next action, her hand immediately slapped his away from his cheek. He was saddened by this but not surprised, nor was he surprised by her anger. He took a deep breath letting her vent out her frustration at him. The question he had heard was one he should’ve know were coming, why did he leave, why couldn’t they have been together at that moment. He had thought about it himself, he never planned to leave when they have decided to share their love. To be honest, he just never thought what would end up where he did. Did he fear their relationship and what it was doing to them? Not anymore, at least not after that day, any doubt was pretty much erased once he was recaptured, never had he wanted to see someone more than her, of all the faces that he had reacquainted himself with, it was Crystal’s that mattered the most. Which is why he searched for her, nearly 8 months after he was arrested by Aarin de Silva, after the party. Even with his escape, he did not attempt to stop searching for her, but he came up with nothing. "The last thing I wanted to do was leave you, Nor was it my choice in the matter, shortly after...that night, I was captured by Aarin De Silva and the rest of Red's Army. I managed to escape but...” He tried to gather his thoughts, A lot had happened during that time Whether it was his quick escape to a local dive bar that would end up forming his band, to his second capture that transformed him into what was seen today. “I was not allowed in Predators Keep anymore because of it, So I’ve tried looking for you elsewhere, I just…found nothing, neither me or my bandmates could.” He shut his eyes, taking in whatever courage he could muster. “Eight months I’ve searched for you and found nothing, Patia, Blairville, Weland, I even searched outside of Terrenus, We all did but…” He sighed and tightened his fist again. “Even being captured again, I needed to know where you were, I had to fix what I left. I’ve met many people, and have forgotten many more, but I just couldn’t forget you, I didn’t want to. I needed to see you again, the only thing that strove me forward was finding you and seeing that scowl again as you rant at me for not taking care of myself.” Tears were considered unworthy of a soldier, a sign of weakness when it came down to the line of battle in Malmosi. However, Leon was breaking that hard. He clenched his eyes closed tears streaming from his face. “I wanted to see you so badly again, and only to see this. I’ve failed you, and-and I cannot take that back.” “The last thing I wanted to do was leave you, that I swear on everything, but too many times I have failed you. You…don't deserve this, you didn’t deserve any of this” He took a haggard breath and reached for the wetness that had suddenly began leaking from his eyes. He turned away from her, mostly out of shame. "Failure is something I thought I could stand, I am failing to get back home, I've failed my fellow soldiers; However, Failing you has been one of my biggest mistakes I have ever made." It was his turn to be afraid of her, he resisted staring into her eyes. She had all of the reason in the world to not want to take witness of him, and this was exactly it. "I've done nothing but caused you pain, and I can understand if you wish for me to just...go away." A pause as wiped another set of tears away from his eyes. "I can only give you my word and my heart...I will NEVER Fail you again, even if it costs me my life, I will do anything to make sure you are safe from now on, that is the one thing I can promise, and it will be one promise I will keep, may it lead to the death of me." He managed to stare back at her, his face no longer obscured by his hair, the first time he had managed to move his hair away from his face. Both eyes now visible in her view and with that the tears that have seemingly escaped from them. It would be strange to see his normally stern eyes suddenly strewing with tears. "I don't know how I can apologize to you, I am positive at this point that is it is impossible, but..." He had suddenly lost the words to say, His mind was racing far too fast for him to come up with another thought, instead he stood still, his hair falling in front of his face, suddenly veiling his eyes yet again.
  10. Colors

    As Crystal’s eyes locked onto his, he could almost hear his heart hitch at the thought. There were many things he saw, one was the anger of course. Even though he knew it was coming, that was more than what he could bear, the tears brimming from her eyes, the pang of anger that shot from her to him. He took a deep breath, as she rolled to her back, she was asking a question but seemed to be lost on which one to ask first. Where does he begin? He thought for a moment, with others brutal honesty and a bit of snark had usually been his recent profile, but…It never fit, not with her. Oh, he remembered the tons of fights and arguments they had; It was one of the many things that brought them together, Leon had always admired her fiery attitude and her unbreakable attitude. However, none of that was there now. Whatever happened to her stole that from him…No. It was wrong to say it was stolen from him as he never fought for it in the first place. Yes, he did search for her throughout his travels, but never went as far as he needed too…he could’ve asked more people, He could’ve tried speaking to Red, or Raven. However, he was too busy with himself, too concerned with getting himself in trouble with Aarin and trying to find a way home. Whatever or whoever did this to Crystal, he was just as much at fault as they were. Hearing her speak in her soft whisper only caused Leon hand to grip tighter into a fist. His fist shaking rapidly and even beginning to draw blood, the white ichor slow seeping from inside of the palms of his hands. He took deep breaths, in an attempt to calm himself down. “You are in Oo’xora, Random hospital, I haven’t quite decided to ask which one…I haven’t had much time to.” His voice lacked the stern and fast-talking accent that he was known for, it was softer and miles more eloquent but shaky as well. As if he was holding something back himself. “You…collapsed attempting to run toward me as I was leaving the hospital. That was…I want to say 11 hours ago? Maybe Twelve?” She wouldn’t look at him, was she afraid of him? Angry at him? It was so hard to read her at this point, nothing seemed to be the right decision, All he knew was that he wanted to be near her, Never leave her side. He let his right hand still travel about her cheek, slowly and softly, “I…Shouldn’t have let this happen…I had so much, I-I mean I was cap-….” He could say a lot of things, He was captured by Aarin, he was afraid of traveling with her in fear of her own safety. Which means very little, he wasn’t around and she ended up worse than he could ever imagine. There was no excuse, nothing he could say that could heal this situation.
  11. Colors

    As the nurses worked to repair the IV bag, Leon stood still his mind and heart racing at breakneck paces. Once the nurse had called attention to him, however, his face broke out in a shade of white. It was clear what the nurse was asking for him to do. There was clear hesitation as he moved toward the bed. To be frank, he was scared. His hesitation had caused this, his own self-doubt and focus had put a loved one in harm’s way and it was hard to face the consequences of that. What could he possibly say to her? Nothing he said could clearly take away the pain that she had gone through during her time away from him. The time that he forced away from her because of his own fear and hesitation. His breathing hitched for a moment, as he finally caught himself. There was no way he was going to leave her side anymore, not after this. There could be no more hesitation, no more self-doubt. As he moved toward the nurse and in front of Crystal, he gave only a knowing nod. As The two nurses made their way out of the room, Leon made his way in front of Crystal. Her fear showcased by her huddling into herself, her ears covered by her delicate hands, her eyes shut, and her mouth closed as her teeth ground against each other. “Crystal, It’s me; Leon, I’m here…right now.” He reached for her face and reach for the scar adorned on her cheekbone, he could almost feel the bone as he caressed his thumb around the scared area of her face. His inaction caused this, but he will no longer let that happen. Not to her…not for her. No more hesitation, no more second guesses or self-doubt, he was there for her. For as long as she will stand him, he will be at her side.
  12. Leon was awakened with a searing pain going across his chest. His eyes widened as he resisted to yell, biting his tongue to resist the need to screech out in pain. It would’ve been what they’ve wanted after all. Leon couldn’t tell you how long he had been here., a week, possibly two? All he knew was that they’ve been keeping alive until this moment, meaning that the person and possibly the Guards were having fun with him at this point. Were they looking for him to break? He would scoff but that would give them the satisfaction of a reaction. The whip came across his chest again, He gnashed down, his tongue nearly drawing blood from how hard he was biting it. His would-be torturer impressed by this sight began to clap. Leon merely staring at him with his one eye. “I have to say I am quite impressed, I was told you tended to be a loudmouth but you’ve been silent all day, it’s kind of a disappointment.” “So how is our prisoner?” That voice. That damn voice was enough for Leon’s rage to instantly spike, he attempted to push himself off of the stone walls that he was shackled to, the ball of his feet attempting to push off of the cold hard floor and meet the bastard face to face. If he could only knock that damn smug smile off of his face, along with those damned glasses he would be a lot happier off. “You’re lucky I’m in these chains or your face would be kissing the floor!” Leon struggled in his chains pushing and thrashing about. Aarin walked toward him and gave a chuckle, one who didn’t know him would find it cute. Leon however, had grown to find that laugh annoying, not helped by the fact that he suddenly decided to grip on the sides of Leon’s face and give a smile. “Oh my, you’re just absolutely adorable thrashing about like that, I wonder how you were when you suffered those burns.” Leon took the close proximity to his advantage and thrust his forehead to connect with Aarin’s nose. Other than breaking his nose, this would do the extra of breaking his glasses. Aarin staggered back and snarled, The headbutt had broken his glasses, revealing the blood red eyes that hid underneath. He reacted in sound, by gripping onto Leon’s hand. He wriggled his hand onto Leon’s wrist, he suddenly recovered his grin and began nodding in disapproval. “Oh Leon, I was just trying to be nice. Oh, you were always such a hothead, I guess I will have to punish you…” He took Leon’s hand, wrist locked onto the shakles, and slammed it into the wall, The force of impact along with the awkward positioning of his hands and wrist, caused said wrist to shatter on impact. That was more than enough to cause Leon to shout in abject pain. The shout itself echoed throughout the halls of the prison cell, and even outside toward the window. It would be clear for anyone to hear in the nearby vicinity. Leon snarled holding back the pain as he locked his eyes on Aarin again. “There we go, I hope you learned your lesson Leon, Lucky for you I have been given orders by the Intergalactic Police to keep you alive, you have to pay for your crimes after all.” “You mean your crimes De Silva.” Leon interrupted, he would be damned if he was framed for the horrid things Aarin had done on Malmosi. Aarin slid his hands into his pocket, and grabbed a cigarette box, He proceeded to give it a few tabs and gave a nod of his head. “You know as much as I do you don’t have a choice, You have a week before we drop him off, Binto. Make sure he’s stays alive until then.” Aarin said walking off sliding a cigarette from out of the box, and into his mouth. He wiped off the remaining blood from his nose and strolled away. He would need to see Red after this, certainly, she would want to know the status of the clearance of the underground.
  13. Colors

    Twelve Hours. With how frantic his life has been, time seemed to just move so quickly for him, whether it was the touring or the evading of would-be bounty hunters and police captors. Leon had always moved at the place life gave him and thus this mostly meant that time was something he ignored. However, that was clearly not the case now. These twelve hours were excruciating of a wait, as the doctor read off her injuries, Leon felt the metronome of the nearby wall clock slow ever so much. Severe Malnourishment, broken jaw, scarring on her cheeks, He could only imagine what she had been through to damage her so greatly. He had been in that room ever since she had recovered. He couldn’t come up with anything to say, his mind was the only thing that wandered and it was all pointed to either blaming him or making sure whoever did this to her meet the end of his ax. Sleep was something he was used to not having, the first few years of his travels he was haunted by his actions too much to even bother with it. Over time he slowly managed to get some semblance of it, whether it was being near friends or…her, he had managed always to try and find a way to sleep. He stood awoke for the entire twelve hours, watching over her like he had failed to do since that day in Predators Keep. He had plenty of regrets, not staying back to help his fellow soldiers fight off their attackers, him being forced off of his own planet. However, this was clearly his biggest one, he only wished during their Rendezvous that he had stayed with her head buried into his body, her warmth and love giving him all he needed to make it to another day. Leon had been sitting on the chair near her hospital bed. He remained in that position ever since visiting hours had started. He kept his eye on her, noting her movements in her sleep and her current condition. Ever so often he would raise himself out of his seat to take a gander at her. He was always confused about his feelings for her. He was well aware he was in love with her at this point, His research of the concept was enough to settle him on that. However, it was everything else that came with it that never quite registered in his mind. Even past her half-bandaged face, her damaged cheekbones, and her gaunt, frail appearance. Her beauty was not tarnished on him, as he focused on the right side of her jawline and cheek where the scar trailed down he still noted the curvature of her face. The one face he had been truly hoping to see since he had returned to Predators Keep in search of her. Suddenly, Crystal began to move about thrashing at her bed, she was having her nightmares again, Leon shot himself out of his seat, She tried to scream but to no avail, her voice was shattered along with whatever spirit that was within her form. She shot awake, knocking her IV bag off of the rack in the process. It was at this point that Leon really how terrible her condition truly was. There were many times he had seen soldiers injured like this, that was the physical and most healed. The heart and soul was another thing altogether, as Crystal cuddled in a fetal position, her loud audible cries vibrating in his ear. He walked to her, ignoring her begging to kill her. That was simply out of the question, her life had far outweighed his at this point and he cherished it too much to be the cause of it. “Crystal, I-I’m here I…You’re…” What could he say, He already sounded pathetic. His voice was still audible but it was clearly shaken, What was he supposed to say to her it had been a year and now he appeared only when she was at her worst? What could he say to fix that? The only thing he could attempt to do was reach out to her, some attempt at a gesture to comfort her, but even he wasn’t sure that was a good idea. He stopped halfway, his hands shaking violently before he quickly dropped them. For the first time in three years, he was lost.
  14. Colors

    Fate had a very weird sense of humor when it came to Leon. While he saw searching about for a nearby motel or inn, his newly regained depth perception shown it’s worth. He had seen someone attempting to run toward them, a hooded figure, brown rags. Leon himself had always had his fair share of paranoia, being chased by outlaws, bounty hunters, and the random fan would tend to do that to a person. He was set to reach for the skies, and let the thunder call for his blade. However, as he turned around and got a sight of his would-be attacker he noticed that was the least of his problem. They were weak, clearly stumbling and tired, and as their body slammed into the ground with the violent force of a rock through a glass window. The Thud of the body on the cobblestone ground wasn’t what caught his attention, nor was it the sudden yelling for the hospital staff. Red hair. Many people have it, but none quite like her none shone so brightly when the sun hit it in such the right way. However, there was no shine or sheen for it now. The curls and bouncy flow of her hair were gone, replaced with a matted and raggy look. Her face which was used to be full yet beautifully structured now seemed gaunt along with the rest of her body. Scars adorned her body and face bruises in places he was positive someone of her will should not have them. Her right was covered, a scar running straight down it to her jawline, the left jawline was swollen with violet and yellow hue that signified that it was not being properly treated. His eyes widened in shock, hesitation took a day off as he ran toward nurse and EMT units who were now straddling her on the gurney. Very few thoughts ran through his mind, and none of them pleasant. What happened to her, where had she been, and why was he not there with her during this. He knew the answer to all of this, but excuses were far from something he wanted to give right now, what he wanted was to make sure that she was okay and not on the brink of death. As he came face to face with the EMT he was weakly restrained. Leon prided himself on his excellent hearing ability, what one human might struggle to hear he could hear tenfold with little to no damage to his own ear as a result. However, at this moment Even as the EMT worker spoke to him asking him not to interfere, every sound and every calm to stand down was muddled. “I need to see Crystal, I can’t leave her alone again.” The Doctor from earlier, his doctor sighed as he looked at the return of the Alien. “Sir, we’re going to do everything we can; However, for the sake of our other patients we need for you to stop creating a scene.” Leon at this point was shaking, he clenched his fist and stared at Crystal being sent off to ER. He only gave off a weak nod, setting himself down on a nearby seat. Was fate having a laugh now? He had struggled to even grasp everything that had happened. For An entire year, he searched for her and the fates had decided to just have her broken, beaten and scarred form just show up to remind him how much he messed up? The only questions he asked now were all to himself. Why was he not there with her? Why did he run away yet again from the people he cared about (Regardless of how little it was actually his fault.)? His hand which was gripped into a fist for more than a few second had already begun to draw blood, without thinking about it, he lifted the clenched fist up and it collided with the nearby chair, denting it as he attempted to hold back his tears, His hair shrouding his face and the pain that was visible on it.
  15. Colors

    The greyish walls of the hospital room were becoming a dull boredom to him, as he waited for his clothes to be delivered to him, Leon took a gander at himself in the bathroom stall in his hospital room. They Mimicked His Black sclera well to his right eye, he could almost tell that the left eye was not fake. It was almost like he never lost it at all…Almost. The eye color was dulled out, giving The red hues an almost reddish copper color. As mismatched as it was to his more livelier forest green eye. It seemed to match just fine, nothing he would’ve complained about. However, it was his Hand and Forearm that seemed strange. The Gun-metal grey arm was far from generic, even on his home planet the prosthetic would’ve been fairly impressive, every digit was independent which meant he wouldn’t be out of the loop when playing guitar. The lining of the fingers. It got almost every detail of every muscle in his hand and forearm, which seemed to use a strange carbon fiber and metallic material to simulate the feeling of muscle. He gave one last twitch of his robotic hand hearing the mechanics squeak and hum as he did so. How did he get into this much trouble in over a year? A Year. It’s been that long hasn’t it? A Year since he had been split from Crystal, His travels and attempts have all been to search for her. Various attempts at finding leads had left him with mere dead ends. One bar, One Night he got into some trouble with Four other musicians and…well. Turns out they were all as fucked up as himself with his own set of problem. Five months they traveled under the guise of a band searching for their own goals. Unbeknownst to him, the guise would become somewhat of a reality. Friends, roommates, compatriots. He was relieved, but still empty. Something was still wrong and he was positive what it was. So he split and continued his search which leads to where he was now. He stepped out of the bathroom and back into his hospital room, his clothes laid strewn on his bed. It was something his bandmates probably left him before they went off. Black jeans, Bullet belt, and a Black Sabbath T-Shirt. Yep, Avveline chose his attire for him today, He had to remind Maeda to keep Avveline from ever shopping for him. He quickly slid on his pants and his belt, before sliding the shirt on. His jacket was on the nearby wood stained coat rack, which he quickly grabbed and was set to head out of the room. Leon never liked hospitals and would seldom stay if he could avoid it. Hospitals were a sign of a soldier’s balance between life and death, and even if death wasn’t certain the course of your life could change with a single visit to this sterile emergency room. The Cold drab wallpaper that only gives off signs of dread. The overly clean floors occasionally stained with the blood of the patients that either was strolled, gurneyed; or somehow on their own two feet, walk through. As he strolled through the hallway and out of the building, he breathed a sigh of relief that he was finally out. His bandmates were probably heading for lunch, knowing Luke and Maeda they were probably out with each other. Their closeness was something he honestly admits jealously for, He almost had that. As he stepped outside. He ignored the lights and technological wonder of the city. All he could think of was her, that cute chuckle and laugh, the pout she tended to make in anger which only made her seem so much more alluring. The memories were still vivid and still implanted in his brain. With that he knew his goal was not to be any different, he needed to continue his search and he needed to do it as soon as possible. He had trailed off in thought staring at the cloudy sky. The grey hues of the cloud signifying that rain was set to come soon. He needed to find shelter first. he proceeded to stare around, searching for an inn or any place to rest up at for the night. @Akako Akari