(ooc: You know, I was actually planing to post for John. Well this morning Captain Robinton highjack my brain. I'll say this though, Warren, Howl, and Berrod, you can jump into this one if you want. Perhaps stop the kid from making a foolish mistake.)
Samuel Robinton limp out of the gate, inhaling the cooling night air. Though his leg would never be completely heal, the healers recommend him to keep exercising it. Well, wasn't going to go against a healer's advice, especially if it meant that the injury wouldn't effect his use of Sword and board. He blink as he drew near the bridge, "Speaking of healers," he mutter, seeing John standing in front of the large stone. He frown, noticing that the boy was in full robs. He remember that John hated robs, complaining many times to him about how the hood made his ears hurt from the wait of the fabric. "John," he said, "what are you doing down here? You should be getting some rest since I'm planning drills in the morning."
He watch John turn his head slightly in his direction, which set off the first small warning bell, because John was trying to hide his face. "oh, hi sam..." came the listless voice, which pretty much second louder warning bell go off in his head.
He rack his brain, trying to think what could set off this. The only thing that came to mind was Rendel's family showing up to claim his body. He remember the glares that had been shot in the miqo'te's direction. He excuse himself, claiming to work on research for his father. "Look, John, they...they were upset and he was their only son," he said, limping up behind his friend. "I'm sure that Warren and the other won't see any worst for you..." And it look like John wasn't listening. Sam's face took on a puzzle look, as he watch glove fingers trace against the scar at the corner of his mouth. He let a smile grace his lips. "So..." he said, knowing that move. He had done it enough times when Tanya had kissed him. "Who kissed you?"
"howl..." was the sad, heartbroken voice, and his fingers jerk ways from his lips like he had been burn.
The 3 and 4 bells didn't even go off, going straight to the siren. "Wait if this Howl kiss you why..." he began to ask, reaching out to place a hand on the miqo'te's shoulder, only to have John shield away from his touch. "You didn't..."
"He think's I hate him...at least I hope he thinks I hate him," was the quiet reply. "That way, I can't hurt him..."
"John," catching the miqo'te by his shoulders, he spins the other around, the hood falling back to reveal tear stain cheeks, "at least explain to him why..."
John jerk out from his grip. "NO!" he yelled. "I'm not going to stain them in that manner."
"That just it," Sam said. "You worry about what your touch would do to others yet it killing you too."
"I'll get over it...so long as there's not a chance of me raping them." He watch John pull the hood back over his head, hiding his face, himself from everyone else. "I'm going to Gridania."
"What?"
"Please tell Sir Warren, Lady Sei, Sir Berrod, and How...Sir Howl that I need to focus on my conjury studies."Â He took a couple of steps forward, "So I won't be able to attend any more Grind..." and Sam heard to chocking sob escape from the other before John took off.
"Wait....John stop..." Sam yelled, limping as quickly as he could after the miqo'te. "Private Waterstrike, stop this instant." If John got to the airship before he could catch him...Tanya's brother would disappear from his, no, their lives...
Samuel Robinton limp out of the gate, inhaling the cooling night air. Though his leg would never be completely heal, the healers recommend him to keep exercising it. Well, wasn't going to go against a healer's advice, especially if it meant that the injury wouldn't effect his use of Sword and board. He blink as he drew near the bridge, "Speaking of healers," he mutter, seeing John standing in front of the large stone. He frown, noticing that the boy was in full robs. He remember that John hated robs, complaining many times to him about how the hood made his ears hurt from the wait of the fabric. "John," he said, "what are you doing down here? You should be getting some rest since I'm planning drills in the morning."
He watch John turn his head slightly in his direction, which set off the first small warning bell, because John was trying to hide his face. "oh, hi sam..." came the listless voice, which pretty much second louder warning bell go off in his head.
He rack his brain, trying to think what could set off this. The only thing that came to mind was Rendel's family showing up to claim his body. He remember the glares that had been shot in the miqo'te's direction. He excuse himself, claiming to work on research for his father. "Look, John, they...they were upset and he was their only son," he said, limping up behind his friend. "I'm sure that Warren and the other won't see any worst for you..." And it look like John wasn't listening. Sam's face took on a puzzle look, as he watch glove fingers trace against the scar at the corner of his mouth. He let a smile grace his lips. "So..." he said, knowing that move. He had done it enough times when Tanya had kissed him. "Who kissed you?"
"howl..." was the sad, heartbroken voice, and his fingers jerk ways from his lips like he had been burn.
The 3 and 4 bells didn't even go off, going straight to the siren. "Wait if this Howl kiss you why..." he began to ask, reaching out to place a hand on the miqo'te's shoulder, only to have John shield away from his touch. "You didn't..."
"He think's I hate him...at least I hope he thinks I hate him," was the quiet reply. "That way, I can't hurt him..."
"John," catching the miqo'te by his shoulders, he spins the other around, the hood falling back to reveal tear stain cheeks, "at least explain to him why..."
John jerk out from his grip. "NO!" he yelled. "I'm not going to stain them in that manner."
"That just it," Sam said. "You worry about what your touch would do to others yet it killing you too."
"I'll get over it...so long as there's not a chance of me raping them." He watch John pull the hood back over his head, hiding his face, himself from everyone else. "I'm going to Gridania."
"What?"
"Please tell Sir Warren, Lady Sei, Sir Berrod, and How...Sir Howl that I need to focus on my conjury studies."Â He took a couple of steps forward, "So I won't be able to attend any more Grind..." and Sam heard to chocking sob escape from the other before John took off.
"Wait....John stop..." Sam yelled, limping as quickly as he could after the miqo'te. "Private Waterstrike, stop this instant." If John got to the airship before he could catch him...Tanya's brother would disappear from his, no, their lives...
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