[He hugs her good night and watches as she enters her room to sleep. She'd stayed up to congratulate him and to tell him she was now an initiate of the Arcanum.
She was walking further into his world.
It seemed as if it were just yesterday that she was running around like Kathleen; Monet reprimanding her firmly whenever it looked like she was going to do something silly and dangerous as children do. Then she was in college, her mother telling him that she'd begun to help her out in what had become her trade as his intelligence person. Then M was in bed and Jess had completely taken over her role. Then M was gone and only J was there.
It was just as hard on her as it was on her mother. Maybe even more so. But she did it just like her mother did. Maybe even better.
Now she was walking further into his life. She and K were actually in his life now. He wasn't sure how to feel about that anymore.
His life was dangerous and he'd been fine with them helping him since they were faraway from the action, troubled only by domestic problems (which he himself wanted to deal with. Getting slapped for it in the process). But now they were here, with him, in the middle of mages, faeries and city-wide evil spirits.
How was he going to protect them? Would J be given armor and a sidearm? Would K choose to become a Hunter? If something happened to them while he was in the field, would he make it back in time to save them?
The events of the past 48 hours were enough to mentally exhaust even him. So as J's door closed, he made his way to Kitty's room to see if she was all right. She was asleep, covered in her sheets, the AC on to keep her cool (a luxury he believed they didn't have every night back in the US). He fixed the crumples in her sheets and kissed her on the cheek. Little Kathleen moved ever so slightly, a small smile curling itself on her face.
"Pandorans", they'd said. "She's an alchemist", they'd said. She was his goddaughter was all he could think. She was his ward. He'd never let anything bad happen to her.
And here he was now, with a dark-colored shield resting on J's dining table, the spirit of a dead friend of Hikaru's and Sensei An'yu's deep inside it. "A powerful Pandoran" the file had said. A good friend and a mentor. Someone Sensei An'yu was looking for ways to bring back.
Things were much simpler when he just saw them as those black, shadowy things that wanted to chomp on his skin. When he just hit and shot them before they took a swipe at him. But if this Pandoran could choose to be good, then there really was hope in the world, and his belief that what you were did not define who you are would only be proven further.
He'd been learning a whole lot recently. The world, which he'd traveled more than once over, was much larger than even he had known. It was a bit much to take in. But he'd seen a lot of strange things in his life. They were just finally starting to make sense.
He closed the door to K's room and made his way to the couch downstairs. Sleeping in a bed was still a foreign sensation to him. Sometimes he'd sleep on the floor, the hardness of it making him comfortable as dirt and earth and rocks and sand had been his bed most his life. Some random rock his pillow. He'd been getting used to couches though. It was a start.
He closed his eyes and went to sleep. As soon as he closed them, he felt them open again, his body waking him up automatically because of his training. One hour had passed. He was feeling better. But he never really felt rested.
Everyday was a battle. His life, a war. Maybe being with an actual family would teach him otherwise. Having a team made him comfortable again really. He was starting to feel safer, although having new comrades-in-arms brought with it its own problems. He felt the need to watch over them too.
Too much thinking. Maybe some time training would clear his head, like it was oft to do.
He picked up his Eisenstein's Shield and the Dark Shield of Gintoki, resting the latter on his back where the prior used to rest.
He made his way to the Shatterdome. Passed the hours working on his shield, incorporating what he'd learned from Kaz's grandmother, and from his training in the basics of Lightning song with Wiseman Tagabigay. His shield work wasn't enough. Not nearly. He'd have to improve it. And he had a long way to go.
He switched to his new shield, to learn the weight and balance of it. Then he wielded both.
When he was done, he found his feet taking him toward the Falner Estate, where Inquisitor Orin stayed. It was a cold and lonely morning and he was ever so restless.]
Re: Waking the Dead 2.0 | 14 April 2063
[He hugs her good night and watches as she enters her room to sleep. She'd stayed up to congratulate him and to tell him she was now an initiate of the Arcanum.
She was walking further into his world.
It seemed as if it were just yesterday that she was running around like Kathleen; Monet reprimanding her firmly whenever it looked like she was going to do something silly and dangerous as children do. Then she was in college, her mother telling him that she'd begun to help her out in what had become her trade as his intelligence person. Then M was in bed and Jess had completely taken over her role. Then M was gone and only J was there.
It was just as hard on her as it was on her mother. Maybe even more so. But she did it just like her mother did. Maybe even better.
Now she was walking further into his life. She and K were actually in his life now. He wasn't sure how to feel about that anymore.
His life was dangerous and he'd been fine with them helping him since they were faraway from the action, troubled only by domestic problems (which he himself wanted to deal with. Getting slapped for it in the process). But now they were here, with him, in the middle of mages, faeries and city-wide evil spirits.
How was he going to protect them? Would J be given armor and a sidearm? Would K choose to become a Hunter? If something happened to them while he was in the field, would he make it back in time to save them?
The events of the past 48 hours were enough to mentally exhaust even him. So as J's door closed, he made his way to Kitty's room to see if she was all right. She was asleep, covered in her sheets, the AC on to keep her cool (a luxury he believed they didn't have every night back in the US). He fixed the crumples in her sheets and kissed her on the cheek. Little Kathleen moved ever so slightly, a small smile curling itself on her face.
"Pandorans", they'd said. "She's an alchemist", they'd said. She was his goddaughter was all he could think. She was his ward. He'd never let anything bad happen to her.
And here he was now, with a dark-colored shield resting on J's dining table, the spirit of a dead friend of Hikaru's and Sensei An'yu's deep inside it. "A powerful Pandoran" the file had said. A good friend and a mentor. Someone Sensei An'yu was looking for ways to bring back.
Things were much simpler when he just saw them as those black, shadowy things that wanted to chomp on his skin. When he just hit and shot them before they took a swipe at him. But if this Pandoran could choose to be good, then there really was hope in the world, and his belief that what you were did not define who you are would only be proven further.
He'd been learning a whole lot recently. The world, which he'd traveled more than once over, was much larger than even he had known. It was a bit much to take in. But he'd seen a lot of strange things in his life. They were just finally starting to make sense.
He closed the door to K's room and made his way to the couch downstairs. Sleeping in a bed was still a foreign sensation to him. Sometimes he'd sleep on the floor, the hardness of it making him comfortable as dirt and earth and rocks and sand had been his bed most his life. Some random rock his pillow. He'd been getting used to couches though. It was a start.
He closed his eyes and went to sleep. As soon as he closed them, he felt them open again, his body waking him up automatically because of his training. One hour had passed. He was feeling better. But he never really felt rested.
Everyday was a battle. His life, a war. Maybe being with an actual family would teach him otherwise. Having a team made him comfortable again really. He was starting to feel safer, although having new comrades-in-arms brought with it its own problems. He felt the need to watch over them too.
Too much thinking. Maybe some time training would clear his head, like it was oft to do.
He picked up his Eisenstein's Shield and the Dark Shield of Gintoki, resting the latter on his back where the prior used to rest.
He made his way to the Shatterdome. Passed the hours working on his shield, incorporating what he'd learned from Kaz's grandmother, and from his training in the basics of Lightning song with Wiseman Tagabigay. His shield work wasn't enough. Not nearly. He'd have to improve it. And he had a long way to go.
He switched to his new shield, to learn the weight and balance of it. Then he wielded both.
When he was done, he found his feet taking him toward the Falner Estate, where Inquisitor Orin stayed. It was a cold and lonely morning and he was ever so restless.]