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Post by Clopin on Apr 11, 2011 23:39:36 GMT -5
(Continuation of Best Days, starting from Puck's last post. This thread is closed, and will detail the investigation of just who "manipulated" Taylor.)
As Puck bolted up from a nightmare of sorts, Clopin fell out of the window from being scared out of his musing. But he soon returned, thanks to the power of flight, as he landed back on the windowsill.
"Now tell me, just what was that?" Clopin asked.
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Post by Puck on Apr 11, 2011 23:42:17 GMT -5
Puck glanced towards the other sheepishly, mustering a false grin. "Sorry," he muttered. "Bad dream. How long was I out for?" Unwrapping his arms from his legs, Puck turned to sit on the edge of the bed, facing the gypsy but looking away. The dream had really shaken him up, but he still wasn't quite sure what had happened in it.
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Post by Clopin on Apr 11, 2011 23:52:14 GMT -5
"About 3 hours or so, according to the position of the sun." Clopin said. There happened to be a sundial down in the very middle of the courtyard, and from there, Clopin could read the time.
"What was the dream about?" Clopin asked, turning to face Puck from his position on the windowsill.
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Post by Puck on Apr 12, 2011 7:00:49 GMT -5
"I...honestly don't know," the boy laughed weakly, looking up with a small smile. "I think I was...falling. And, I couldn't bring myself up in the air. I couldn't fly," he said, frowning to himself.
Shaking his head, Puck rested his chin in his hands, sighing as his eyes shifted to the floor. He knew that he couldn't keep feeling sorry for himself and moping around. It was foolish, he knew, not to mention unhealthy. The best he could do was to get up and learn from his mistakes...but he didn't know if it was safe to try.
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Post by Clopin on Apr 12, 2011 18:14:22 GMT -5
Clopin turned away from Puck, and out to the world outside, to ponder for a moment.
"I had a dream like that once. And I know what it means." Clopin said quietly. "You're afraid of trying again, Puck. That's all it is. You're afraid that once you've fallen, you can't get up again." he said, before turning to face the other boy again.
"But with my honest word, I'm here to tell you that I know you can try. And succeed."
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Post by Puck on Apr 12, 2011 21:14:19 GMT -5
Puck stared back at Clopin for a moment, absorbing what he had to say. He believed...he knew what the other said was right, or at least a small part of him did. He just...had to try. The only problem was, he didn't know exactly where to start.
Reaching out to put his hand overtop of Clopin's, Puck looked into the other's eyes with a sigh. "Thank you, love...for understanding, if nothing else," Puck said, giving a small smile. "And for not hating me for what happened."
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Post by Clopin on Apr 12, 2011 21:30:31 GMT -5
Clopin nodded, with a brief smile appearing on his face. "Although what you did was not correct by any means...it was not entirely your fault. It was whomever chose to take control of our dear friend." Clopin said, as he shifted his position to a more comfortable one.
"Something is telling me that justice must be served...and quickly." the gypsy said, as he looked to Puck. "Mon amour, are you ready to find this criminal?" he asked.
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Post by Puck on Apr 12, 2011 21:34:27 GMT -5
Puck nodded, eyes narrowing slightly at the thought of facing whoever this vile person was. He wasn't sure just how he was going to react in a dire situation, but he'd just have to wait and see, he supposed. A slight feeling of dread entered his mind, but he pushed it aside for the time being.
Still holding the other's hand, Puck brought it to his chin, looking the other seriously in the eyes. "Very," he nodded, briefly brushing his lips against the other's knuckles. In all honesty, he didn't know just how this situation was going to play out, and he was just a bit worried, be he immortal or not.
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Post by Clopin on Apr 12, 2011 21:38:14 GMT -5
Clopin couldn't help but shiver a bit at the sudden touch from Puck's lips against his knuckles. In response to that, he shook his head, and moved closer to Puck, before kissing the other for what seemed like a good few minutes.
"I want you to have some faith in yourself." Clopin said, as he ended the kiss. "Come now, let's find this despicable being, and rid ourselves of it." he said.
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Post by Puck on Apr 12, 2011 21:50:32 GMT -5
Puck closed his eyes softly as the other pulled him into a kiss, grateful to have the other so close to him for the moment. As they pulled apart, Puck nodded, giving a small, sheepish smile. Slowly, the boy rose to his feet, pulling the other up along with him.
"Right. Let's put an end to this," Puck said solemnly, eyes flickering for a moment as a flash of anger and determination from before shot through him.
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Post by Clopin on Apr 12, 2011 21:59:00 GMT -5
Armed with nothing but his own magic, Clopin quickly opened the door to his room, leaving it wide open. Before he took a step outside, the gypsy whistled loudly. Instantaneously, there came a galloping of hooves hitting marble floors, and then ascending up the stairs, straight up to Clopin himself.
The unicorn that stood before him was not Bob. Clopin had a confused look upon his face, as he stared up at the new unicorn. "Please tell me one thing, mon ami. Where is Bob?" Clopin asked. The unicorn only gave him a stare, before responding.
"He's on duty with the Warden, and left me in his place. 'Allo, my name is Consuelo. Nice to meet you." the unicorn said, in a thick Spanish accent.
Clopin sighed deeply, before covering his face with the palm of his hand. "Mon dieu, that stupid unicorn gets around.." he mumbled.
"Can you at least help us find someone?" Clopin asked.
"Why not?" Consuelo said, as he batted his mascara-lined lashes.
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Post by Puck on Apr 12, 2011 22:04:35 GMT -5
Puck blinked in surprise at the sight of the unfamiliar unicorn. A similar look to Clopin's formed on his face, and he merely rolled his eyes at hearing his explanation for being there.
"Whatever, let's just..." Puck shook his head. Sighing, he jumped onto the unicorn's back, giving an apologetic look to the Spaniard. "Sorry, but time is of the essence. Let's just go," he said, turning to hold his hand out to Clopin.
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Post by Clopin on Apr 12, 2011 22:09:58 GMT -5
Clopin leaped on with ease, but he couldn't help trying to bite back a laugh at this unicorn's appearance. This one was a bit more radically....dressed than Michél. First of all, Consuelo wore mascara, which enhanced his already large eyes. Secondly, the unicorn wore an assortment of earrings on both ears, and spike bracelets on one foreleg, and one backleg.
Before he could even command for Consuelo to actually go, the unicorn was already trotting off down the stairs. Well, at least it doesn't take much to push him to go... Clopin thought.
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Post by Puck on Apr 12, 2011 22:14:01 GMT -5
Puck tried his best to ignore the appearance of the unicorn, glancing at Clopin in amusement. He refrained from speaking, however, and decided to only smirk quietly to himself and wonder just what sort of situations their unicorn friend got into out of school and Superjail.
"Do you have any idea just who this person is?" Puck asked, looking at the gypsy curiously. "The voice sounded a tad bit familiar, but that's all I know."
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Post by Clopin on Apr 12, 2011 22:19:16 GMT -5
"I have just a slight idea...but this despicable creature will not be easy to find." Clopin said. "Consuelo, could you possibly take us towards Emberclaw?" Clopin asked.
"Claro." Consuelo said, as he turned to trot towards the opposite side of the long hall that diverged into each House's dorms.
"Who did the voice sound like, Puck?" Clopin inquired.
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