folklorist: (These past sins are mine to bare alone)
Helios Sprensonne ([personal profile] folklorist) wrote2011-06-12 01:58 pm

ϡ - Chapter TwentyFour; Hello again [action/accidental voice]


[ The journal might pick up rustling and a brief intake of air before turning off.

He was alive and that was the cool ground beneath him, wasn’t it? It wasn’t saturated with his blood nor was it amidst the rain forest. Instead he was staring up at that beautiful cherry blossom tree at the top of the hill. It was a startling awareness that overtook him in that brief period of time from when he opened his green eyes to sitting up. His clothes were no longer marred with the blood he had lost and looking at them, despite the lack of blood and the shock it would have brought being missing, everything still came rushing back along with the shock. He didn’t want to remember it, those teeth and those claws tearing into him. God he never wanted to remember it and yet here he was remembering like it was only yesterday. His last dying breath was while he was looking into the faces of his two best friends as he lay dying at their feet. He looked at his arms, legs, and back, hands shaking slightly before steadying. His wings were fine as well all in one piece even and he moved them just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming…

He was fine and there was no more pain besides being alive in this place again. No he can’t think like that; he had people here he had to protect and people here he cared about. It was all so…disorienting. Like countless others Helios had been brought back from the dead, like necromancy or...immortality. It was a dream many men in his world would love having. Albeit what they make you give for such a life here…was it all truly worth it?

This was Luceti. This was the town, the same town, with those same individuals that entrusted him to put up barriers to keep away their fears and add a slightly deeper sense of protection. The barriers. Green eyes widened as he realized what his death had meant.
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Oh no.

[ He had to go…he had to go and check on them. In his attempt at getting up he’ll turn on the voice function once more on the journal. There’s more sound of movement as Helios gets up the voice function still on as he mumbles something under his breath but he doesn't turn off the feed, absentminded as usual. He’ll be stumbling down from the hill making his way towards the appropriate buildings. He had to make sure everything was in place and functioning. He didn’t know what complications his death might have caused and it was best he make sure. He shouldn’t be wandering around like this but he doesn’t care. He does care about who sees him though, so he’ll try as much as possible to steer clear of people’s view. It obviously isn’t so easy for him since he is a derp coupled with the post-return imbalance and therefore he is stumbling and not paying much attention while he’s walking. He doesn’t know about his friend’s announcement, of course, but Helios knows one of them, Frederic or Giles, would have told people by now. God he hates that he had to force that on one of them at all. He didn’t want to see them…not yet. He put them both through so much…it-it wasn’t right. And yet he was so tired and just wanted to go home. Home, home, he didn’t even know what that meant anymore, really. Was this place a home when sent into battle and never told a single thing? Was it a home when friends were made to watch those they cared about die? It wasn’t and yet he was stuck here…they all were stuck here. And he just…had to cope that’s all they could ever do.

If anyone is nearby House 7, House 55 or the Playground or just in the vicinity walking between those places you might just find that blonde haired man with green eyes stumbling and using the trees to right himself each time he does trip. He’s not…paying much attention to anything as he’s still very much out of it. Too much thinking and he obviously needs people to snap him out of it. Or not. Just another day in Luceti though and Helios is finally back. ]

((ooc; Sorry for the tl;dr, derp. Also timeline doesn't really matter since Helios will be wandering aimlessly for a few hours. Probably until nighttime. ))
consultmybooks: (All that Matters)

[personal profile] consultmybooks 2011-06-15 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Willow would. Possibly Dawn. Buffy might, just for the, um, inherent novelty value.

[Giles can't quite keep the sad edge off of his smile.]

...if I had the choice, Helios, I'd quite like to live in your world.
consultmybooks: (Lecture Mode)

[personal profile] consultmybooks 2011-06-16 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Supernatural beings aren't inclined by instinct to maim, murder, and devour.

And it's definitely still there, which is something I still doubt about my world.

...still, perhaps there's another version of me in your world already, Helios?
consultmybooks: (Consult my Books)

[personal profile] consultmybooks 2011-06-16 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know.

I think it would depend on the...sorts of people we had around us. Whether our friends and family from home also existed in these different realities.

If I didn't know Buffy, for example...I'd be a very different person.

[He finds that the thought is...almost comforting, either way.] I might even still be working for either Council.
consultmybooks: (Holding it Together)

[personal profile] consultmybooks 2011-06-16 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, they might. We might have been born to different families, or our families might have survived in a different form. [Said...without much hesitation. Or emotion. Giles could seriously take or leave his family...or could, back when it existed. The Scoobies are his family. Or were. It's complicated.

Hm? A happy memory with regards to Elise? Giles doesn't usually pry, but...hey, happy memories. Worth a try. He passes over a cupcake.]


When was this?
consultmybooks: (At Peace with Life)

[personal profile] consultmybooks 2011-06-16 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Giles tries not to laugh at the mention of the poem - genuine, honest effort, dammit, covering his mouth with one hand and averting his gaze. But his shaking shoulders give him away - it's a second or two before he replies.] Sometimes it, um, really is the thought that counts. Well, that and how amusing and pitiable the attempt behind the thought is. [God help him, the first time he tried asking Jenny on a date remains one of his dearest and most embarrassing memories ever.]

Writing a poem for someone traditionally requires a great deal of enthusiasm.

It, It meant you had noticed her. If she felt the same, that's, um, probably what she appreciated the most, in the end.

[Giles takes a quick look in the bags and...good Lord, did they really eat all those sweet so quickly? Helios' sampling options are definitely getting low.]
consultmybooks: (Giles is Amused)

[personal profile] consultmybooks 2011-06-16 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[He's laughing because you're his best friend, Helios, and this is showing him more than anything that you're going to be okay.]

Don't be too hard on yourself.

Badly written poetry aside, you certainly made a better first impression than I did with Jenny.

Perhaps she just didn't like poetry.
consultmybooks: (I'm done with you)

[personal profile] consultmybooks 2011-06-16 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, well. Call me an overachiever, then.

[At least with bad poetry, you're successfully managing to string three words together. All that practicing to the chair hadn't done a lick of good, at the crucial moment.]

I'm sure he had only the best intentions, Helios.

[...which doesn't preclude the idea that Varron did so as an especially cruel prank, of course.]
consultmybooks: (Music Man)

[personal profile] consultmybooks 2011-06-16 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
Understanding enough to spare me the agony of actually forming a coherent sentence, yes.

I like to think that I managed to convey the right ideas, at least.

[Taking a cupcake for himself, now.]

You might. Or you might not have.

There's probably another universe where you met her without Varron's devious intentions, and...one where you never did.
consultmybooks: (Attentive)

[personal profile] consultmybooks 2011-06-16 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
It was one of those, yes. [Ignoring the derpy smile, Helios. Or trying to. Giles is glad you can laugh at his pain, bro.]

Well, fortunately, you don't have to. [Passing over the last donut.] Those people who didn't aren't you, Helios. They're just...who you could have been.


There, um, there is a difference.

consultmybooks: (Facepalm is the only answer)

[personal profile] consultmybooks 2011-06-16 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Giles clutches at his stomach, grimacing. Because yes, yes they did.]

Good Lord, so have I.

...we should still stop by Seventh Heaven.
consultmybooks: (Giles is Amused)

[personal profile] consultmybooks 2011-06-16 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Giles doesn't have the magic. Giles just has the daily training with a broadsword. The effect is the same.

He chuckles, at that.]


It sounds like you when we consider that you haven't had any proper food for a week. Come on. [He gets up off the fountain.]
consultmybooks: (Lecture Mode)

[personal profile] consultmybooks 2011-06-17 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
I would advise listening to your stomach, then. Because it has been a week.

[A frown steals over Giles' face. There are less happy topics to discuss.]

The situation with Grell was, um, resolved, in your absence.

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