(Will post again. Being lazy and posting in blurbs. Roleplaying is kinda hard- writing and keeping them together at the same time. But also easy, because I get to 'tell' stuff and use -ly words.... also, we need to use the chat thread. I know I blew it up, but I need to brainstorm, else I can't keep the story moving. Gotta have a goal and a reason to live all that jazz.)
He stood there in his room as the door closed. Staring through the cracks, he laid his head on the boards and breathed. "Par for the course, Dad." Neo said under his breath. His eyes turned to the chaotic room and frowned. 'Pack your things' Dad had said. Like it would be a simple thing.
He kicked the doorframe, sucking through his teeth when it hit. Why couldn't he stand up for himself? He could have told him about the girl. Interrupted as his father had. He shook his head as he rested it against the boards. He had to tell him sometime between now and dinner. So, naturally, he would procrastinate.
Hours later, patches of floor were now visible. Stacks of things around the room. It was quite fun, actually. Finding lost things, having imaginary arguments with his father (all of which he won), and the nostalgia that the lost things brought.
Then, as he shoved a pile of wooden trinkets into a corner, he blinked. A small, wooden box popped out from under the pile. He felt a lump rise in his throat. The box his mother had given him. 'Do not open' warned the intricate lettering on the lid. He smiled. So far he hadn't. Opened it, that is. He had obeyed the message almost religiously, worrying his mother had trusted him to guard some kind of Pandora's box. Even tying it closed at some point in time.
He took out a knife and cut the rope around the box, strand by strand. The lock. He smirked. There was a key in here. Somewhere. Shrugging, he reached under his bed for a small wire. Lock picking. Just another thing he had learned to impress the girls. Of course, it had
failed up until this point, but that didn't matter right now. He stuck the wire into the lock and started jiggling it.
After a frustrating fifteen minutes, there finally came a satisfying
click. Neo breathed a sigh of relief and tossed the wire aside. Slowly, carefully, he pulled on the lid. At first, it seemed stuck. He pulled harder. The box flew open. A flash of emerald light, and a shock ran up his hand. He flew back, and the something clattered to the ground. Neo scrambled to his feet, and the world blackened for a moment as the blood rushed from his head.
The thing lay on the floor, about the size and shape of a spearhead. It pulsated green light.
He swallowed hard, his entire body tense. It couldn't be, but yet it was. A crystal shard. He rubbed the spot where it had shocked his hand. Why would his mother give this to him? A sacred relic in the hands of someone like
him? Most importantly, how had it gotten out of the tree hollow where it belonged? This was most definitely illegal.
The angel gathered up the last of his nerves and bent toward the glowing object. He pawed at it. No shock. No burst of light. Just a docile shard of emerald.
This day was just screwed up in the head. First he had saved the cat-hunter who actually let him kiss her, next to come home to find he was being shipped off to who-knows-where. Then unlock a crystal shard from his late mother? Yep. It was time to go back to bed and try another day. Give up o'clock. Stress everywhere.
Then came footsteps. He scrambled to put the shard back into its box, and wheeled around in time to find a girl leaned on the doorway.
Akala crossed her arms and smirked. "Hey, princy. Thought I'd check up on your little date with destiny." She said.
Neo clutched the box, heart beating faster. "W-what?"
She glanced around the room and curled her lip as she picked her way through the piles toward him. "Your dad, stupid. Did he kick you out or what?"
He breathed. So she hadn't seen it after all. "Get out." He growled.
"So you
did get in trouble." Akala snickered, then glanced over his shoulder at the box. "Hey, what's that?"
"Nothing."
"I want to see-"
He clutched it and turned away, "Don't you have something better to do?"
"Like what?" She huffed, still reaching for the box.
He grabbed her hand, glaring at her, "Like... go tell my dad we're going to have guest for dinner tonight."
Akala yanked her hand free and backed away, miffed. "Why didn't you tell him?" She shot, crossing her arms again.
He made an exaggerated motion to room, "He's kicking me out. I can't get a word in edgewise with him."
"So you admit it. But I guess I'll take the message... if you show me that box."
He fixed his jaw. He wasn't sure who was more impossible, her or his own father "No." Neo said, and headed for the door, the box firm in his grip.
"Oh, come on! I just wanna peek." Akala whined as she followed after him.
"No!" He grabbed the door and slammed it behind him. He heard the thud, then her curse, and grinned. Small victories.
That evening, he flew toward the boarder to pick up Xyla.
(Sorry for the long post. Here is a potato.)
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