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Post by Nova Nightingale on Jan 31, 2015 2:42:57 GMT -5
Rocket had left the camp for awhile, taking on the things she still had left to do. The city and the mutants within it were far from safe, and at times she just slept in the city and hunted whoever the assassins told her to. She acted alone most days, but she had spent time with the group a lot that week.
The woman had just finished a shower, still unsure about showing people her human form. She did, however, find herself in her human form as she made her way back to the sleeping tents. She was wearing a long black T-shirt and shorts that rode up three inches above her knees. She held a towel over her hair, loose and hanging down like a curtain over her shoulders.
The moonlight was just so jealous, shining it's rays over her cleverly colored skin. She was a strange creature, either a strange cat or a woman of noble stature. She threw the towel into the sleeping tent before running her fingers through her wet hair. She paused though, hearing something behind her. She noticed it was just the wind, but there was something so sweet and warm about the wind that blew against her.
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Post by monkiimax on Feb 1, 2015 22:44:11 GMT -5
Ghoul saw the girl approach the tent and decided to give her a warm welcome. Plus, he wanted to make the most of it. He knew that Rocket would be most that pleased to see him finally free again. He watched as she changed his cat form to her human form, both of them looking so strange but still to familiar to him. She threw her towal inside her tent but as she felt hI'm she instantly froze. "Miss me kitty cat?" He asked in a hush as a smile reached his gre lips. "Guess who is back finally?"
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Post by Nova Nightingale on Feb 1, 2015 23:49:20 GMT -5
Rocket felt the wind against her hair and had to put a hand up to keep it out of her face. The voice she heard shook her from deep inside and made a shiver climb through her body. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She was carrying her bag of clothes and weapons, but her arm dropped and the strap slipped off her shoulder and fell to the ground.
Her mouth slowly closed and her eyes narrowed a bit, water threatening the edges. She finally gathered enough of her courage to step forward, but then she was stuck, perhaps uncertain it was him. What if it was just another dream? Then, in a moment of careless fear of loss, she raced forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulder, water leaving her eyes and falling in the wind on her way. Once she felt the warmth of his body, a wide smile spread across her face and she burried her head in his shoulder.
He smelled like home, even after all those years. She knew him, deep in her, she believed she did and also trusted he knew her. After a moment, she pulled back and stared into his eyes, kissing his cheeks as had been a greeting before. " How!? Are you okay!? Why didn't you tell me!?" She started acting like a kitten with a lost play mate once more. She walked back and lightly punched his shoulder. "I can't believe you didn't tell me!" She laughed a bit, but her eyes were still watering. She hugged him again just to make sure, then pulled back to let him speak.
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Post by monkiimax on Feb 5, 2015 19:40:29 GMT -5
Ghoul responded to the hug immediately. The thing he had missed the most during all those years locked up was the human contact, mostly the ones that came from Rocket. He felt the wamr tears moisting his shoulder and had to hug her little harder. He had missed her so much. When she stepped back he was able to see the changes of once her small playmate but when she started asking the several question he realized some part of her hadn't changed not even a bit.
"Easy, easy!" He said as he felt the playful punch land over his shoulder. "How could I possible tell you dummy? I just got here!" He said between giggles. He out his hands over her shoulders trying to keep her steady. "Now, what about you control your ADD and invite me to your sweet and warm tent before you get a cold?" He said sounding almost like the responsible one. Plus, he wanted...no...he needed to tell her everything and he couldn't do that outside at the sight of everyone.
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Post by Nova Nightingale on Feb 5, 2015 21:21:23 GMT -5
Rocket felt beautiful in his arms, as if the others didn't matter and she was suddenly accepted. She felt more like a woman than she did around the assassins, or even Slade and Dimitri. The shifter took his hand and started toward her tent, walking only a bit ahead, as she still wanted him close.
The woman passed by a few tents, watching their shadows against the clothe and wondering if everyone was sleeping. She hoped she didn't wake anyone, as this moment was desired to be shared with only two. They finally made it to her tent and she lead him in. The place was as large as some of the others, having enough room to dance around if someone wanted. There was a corner with a floor table for eating, a bed to the far left, and a carpet like blanket spread over the ground. There was also four cushions to the far right, and this is where she lead him. She let go of his hand and set down on one of the cushions. She took a deep breath, again looking him over as if she expected him to vanish at any given moment.
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Post by monkiimax on Feb 5, 2015 22:20:03 GMT -5
Ghoul looked around the tent. The place was so spacious he found hard to believe it was all hers. There was a bed that seemed comfortable enough, a place to eat (maybe to avoid the over crowed dinning hall) and four cushions that seemed a little out of place for him. Rocket sat on one of them, always staring at him, and Ghould followed her. "You know my mutation is healing and not teletransportation, right?" He said, guessing the girl's fear of him going away.
Ghoul stared at the girl and brushed his long hair away from his face. "So, it's been a long time." He started almost hesitant. How to begin a normal conversation after all those years and after all that had happened.
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Post by Nova Nightingale on Feb 5, 2015 22:51:39 GMT -5
The shifter looked away from him with a small smile, her confidence returning slowly. Her eyes shined in the strange light that spilled from the entrance, but so did his as she saw them. The woman rose after Ghoul moved some hair from his face. She set behind him and carefully took his hair in her hands, remembering it was something that had always fascinated her as a child. She had short hair and rarely grew it out ever since her mother died. In fact, she wasn't even sure it could grow out. But his hair had always been able to grow.
She soothed out his tangles with her fingers, then started braiding the long hair. "I tried to visit you many times. I had missions in their headquarters, and even when I didn't. Oh Ghoul, I wish I had been the one to rescue you." She confessed, sighing a bit. "Tell me, what did they do to you?" She asked, hesitant at first, but knowing she needed to hear even if it would hurt.
Rocket herself knew the horrors of the organization, having read what they did to her mother before they killed her. She would never forgive herself or Ghoul's father if they had killed him. Still, torturing him? Was it not worse? She was glad to have him back, but what did it cost?
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Post by monkiimax on Feb 6, 2015 0:06:53 GMT -5
Ghoul leaned at her touch and relaxed as he felt her fingers work on his hair. It was something she always enjoyed as they were kids and he had grown used to her "motherly" manners with him. "I´m glad you didn´t found me back then." he admitted as he kept his eyes focused on the entrance of the tent. How to explain everything that had happened during those years without making it sound like a gore movie? He took a deep breathe and tried to clear of his mind and tried to recall the memories in order, or at least the order he thought they were.
"You know how my mutation is something extremly weird, even among mutants." he started with a low voice. "Regeneration..." he crossed his arms up his chest and had to look up trying to swallow the tears that were appearing on the corner of his eyes. "We didn´t know back then but I am almost immortal. They tried so hard but never found the way to kill me." he turned his head and looked at her for a moment before continuing. She didn´t deserve to listen to that but he had kept it as a secret for so long he...he needed to let it out. "When they finally gave up with the killing thing they tried to test my mutation to the limit. How long it took me to heal, how much did I actuallt felt during the regeneration, if they could make me scar permanently. Then they tried to make my mutation something <<useful>>" as he remember the last part he felt a cold shiver run up his spine. "You don´t have to listen to this."
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Post by Nova Nightingale on Feb 6, 2015 0:25:05 GMT -5
Rocket continued to work through his hair, braiding it and then running her fingers down through her work to reverse it. She would start the process all over again as she tried her best not to picture his face during every procedure they put him through. When he turned his head, she put her hand over his cheek and kissed the side of his face tenderly, herself shedding a tear at the pain she imagined him going through, rather physical or emotional. She knew he had always had a high pain tolorence, but FROGS were quite clever in ways of torture.
When her lips left him, she continued braiding his hair and undoing her work. He told her briefly what they were putting him through and it made her cringe. She almost jumped when he stopped talking, but kept her face without emotion. "When my mother died, she was not spared." Rocket whispered, sharing her intimate voice with him. "Do not spare me." She warned him, in a manner that was rare. She left his side only to get a brush from her dresser at the end of her floor bed. She walked back over and carefully brought it against his hair, running it down the blonde strands, her hand following closely behind to sooth the bristles.
"The thought of you telling anyone else, makes me jealous." She confessed, not used to keeping any sort of secret from him.
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