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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 8, 2018 17:26:17 GMT -5
"She's not my girlfriend..." Paul mumbled, his golden eyes unable to lock with Jordan's or even William's. He briefly looked up at Leanne as she started mumbling in her sleep again. Then he turned and stared out the open door with a distant, scared, slightly curious and almost wistful expression. Could... Could Leanne hear them...? Who was she...?
Footsteps down the staircase preceded Scott's return. Upon reaching the last step, he came to a halt and looked around at the uncomfortably quiet scene. As if the brothers fretting over their unconscious sister wasn't unsettling enough, now a couple party members had up disappeared, and judging by the noise he had heard from the bathroom, Scott had to assume it wasn't for any good reason.
He noted Paul staring out the door and the conspicuous absence of the angry girl accompanying him. "Okay, what happened? Your girlfriend off to do something stupid and suicidal?"
"She is not my girlfriend," Paul grunted, shooting his brother a hard frown.
"Keep telling yourself that."
"OKAY, YOU KNOW WHAT?!" Paul suddenly snapped, shooting to his feet. "WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE, SCOTT?! EVER SINCE YOU GOT HERE, ALL YOU'VE BEEN DOING IS QUESTIONING ME AND MY FRIENDS! LIKE I'M JUST SOME CURIOSITY TO BE INVESTIGATED INSTEAD OF A BROTHER! LIKE...!" He took a few deep breaths, then he turned away and stared utterly aghast at the floor. "Like... It's like the more things change, the more they stay the same, y'know...? I... I think I need a minute..."
Any protests or concerns fell on deaf ears as Paul stumbled out the door, closing it behind him. All the while, Scott just stood rigid at the bottom of the steps, clearly caught off guard and... very visibly hurt.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Nov 8, 2018 18:05:31 GMT -5
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William sighed. "By the severed ballsack of Uranus..." The older blonde looked up. "You two have a long way to go."
Jordan simply nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that was pretty insenstive, and that's coming from me. The key difference between you and me being insensitive is that I didn't have a... whatever the hell happened between you and Paul." He stood up, turning towards the door. "I'm gonna see if I can't find that damn thing. If I'm not back in an hour... don't call the police!" And with that, the younger blonde was gone...
"... Hey, man." Lobo motioned for Scott. "I get it. You wanna know more 'bout your bro since you've been gone. You wanna fix your relation. But Paul's got a point. Maybe lay off the questions, man..." The male angel paused for a moment. "... I ain't an expert on this shit. My bro's out for my blood, and sis, well... we've always had each other, but I've also been around long enough to pick up a thing or two..."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 9, 2018 23:07:43 GMT -5
Scott raised an eyebrow at Jordan's remark, but the middle Lowe walked out before the elder Sellers could offer a response. Instead, Scott turned to Lobo...
"Lay off the questions? I just wandered onto a weird island at the center of the multiverse which is currently in the midst of a crisis. I'll concede that in many respects, I'm out of my league, but I'm trying to help nonetheless. Forgive me if I seem blunt, but I'm just trying get to the point and analyze actions and motivations for the sake of resolving this crisis unhindered by emotional bias. Not to mention the fact that I haven't slept in well over twenty-four hours and I'm effectively not in the best mood because of it. This isn't me judging or psychoanalyzing my brother. This is me trying to somehow be useful in this situation."
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Just outside the club's front door, Paul leaned against the wall. Then he slowly slid down into a sitting position, tail limply wrapping around his feet, hair already thoroughly soaked by the rain. He barely even noticed Jordan walking out and into the city, having already lost himself in thought. The torrential downpour didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. If anything, the flashes of lightning and rumbling thunder felt... comforting.
He didn't want to be mad. Not at Kelsey, not at Scott, not even at the army of angels hunting them. But he knew that slinking away and acting like everything was still okay like he often tended to would be a disservice to his new friends and to himself. Paul would've liked to consider himself a pacifist, but if that morning's display was any indication, this conflict wasn't going to be resolved without a fight. He could accept that.
What Paul found himself unable to do was relate. He knew why Kelsey was acting the way she was, but it still rattled him to his core to see the perky, level-headed girl he had quickly grown attached to take such a sharp, sudden turn into the angry, vengeful demon he saw her as now. And Scott... They had never seen eye-to-eye, and even though his older brother had clearly changed a great deal since their separation, the situation Scott found himself in had left him in such a hardened and serious disposition that he still felt too cold and distant for Paul to rekindle any feelings for. Both Kelsey and Scott seemed so ready for the battles to come, and Paul... well, Paul just wasn't.
He didn't want to fight with Kelsey over her impulsive choices and newfound violent edge. He didn't want to fight with his brother and let that animosity remain the sole foundation of their relationship. He didn't want to fight the angels, knowing how ill-equipped and inexperienced he was to deal with a fascist army like this.
But if he didn't fight... what else was he supposed to do?
With a heavy sigh, Paul looked to the horizon. He couldn't see very far through the grey haze, and part of him knew that for the time being, there likely was nothing to see. But even still, he... felt something out there. And as he let that strange, foreign, yet hauntingly familiar thought soak in, an odd train of thought crossed his mind...
Nomeno ui ti dout slathalin. Dout slathalin ui ekik mobi. Coi ui vorqir ihk wux.
"............"
Maybe... Maybe he wasn't supposed to fight. Maybe he was supposed to defend.
Slowly, somewhat shakily, Paul stood back up and walked a few yards away from the building. He kept his eyes on the horizon. Somehow, despite the rain and the fog obscuring any landmarks, he knew full well which direction he was facing. And even if his carnal mind couldn't quite understand why, everything else inside him wanted whatever was out there to hear him. To know he was there. He wanted them to know to stay away. This was his territory.
He took a deep breath...
He raised his head to the sky...
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"...Holy s***." He slapped a hand over his mouth. Did he really just...?
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