Holy hell, well..my laptop doesn't suck AS BAD. But now my iPod's dead! One step forward, about two thousand backward!
Disclaimer: I own Abel and Parcé. That's All
Abel would find himself pacing the borders of the bedroom that was to be his home while attending West Genetics Academy, a room that seemed very spacious and comfy when he and Parcé had first entered. Although whatever warmth that was meant to emanate from the area had ceased to be once the data-hungry woman set up her portable lab equipment and had begun comparing his previous sets of battle data against the freshly acquired readings from the skirmish between his adopted sister Satellizer and the other female Pandora from earlier that day, occasionally giving a "hm" or "ahh" as she worked.
"She was so different from before, almost as if defeating that other Pandora was the only thing that mattered to her." He would frown in thought as he recalled the little girl he used to know, very much still-sporting the same blonde locks that had she had currently (albeit shorter) and lacking the warrior madness she had displayed in battle. "Back then she just wanted to keep out of the way, especially when it came to them." He could feel his hand clench into a tight fist as he recalled the scowls that decorated the calm visage of Olivia L. Bridget whenever Satellizer happened to be nearby, and while she harbored nary a wisp of affection towards Abel himself even he noticed the barest hint of malefic intent when it came to their father's other daughter.
"Well what do you expect boy, it's been years since the two of you lived under the same roof and her "Growth" most assuredly isn't the only thing that's changed about her." The mocha-skinned scientist smirked as she caught the ghost of a blush decorating her little guinea pig's cheeks, truly her greatest joy was causing a reaction in the boy especially when the stimulus happened to involve the female form. "Mind your gutter thoughts Abel dear, after all we have to work with these people and I'd rather not have to be called away because of your pathetic libido." Parcé had to bite her lip to suppress the giggle that was bubbling up to the surface as his blush deepened, the reaction recalling the few instances where she'd offered the Pandora in the program certain "incentives" in exchange for sneaking into the young man's room (A feat easily accomplished as she held the Master Key to everyone's room.) as he finished his shower and surprising him as he walked in on the unexpected trespasser in varying stages of undress (how much clothing the women in question ditched was decided by just how desired the incentive in question was, after all an extra few points on an exam wasn't worth laying spread eagle on his bed right as he entered the room as much as the Professor herself putting in a good word to the Chevalier about that Pandora's good merits and usefulness to the cause.) and monitoring his reactions through the few mini-cams she had installed in his room in the unlikely event he tried to run off with her Stigmata.
"Jesus Christ Prof she may be a grown ass woman now but she's also my sister, and fine figure or not there's no way I'd think that way about her in that fashion." His gaze falling on the sapphire ring that he wore proudly which still bear slight bits of leftover blood from when he had retrieved the ring from Hana's severed finger in the last battle against the Marrakesh Academy's Pandora, growling as he attempted to clean off the blood. "That's pretty much incest last time I checked, not to mention illegal." Abel's face would morph into an angry mask as he tried to scrub away the last vestiges of Hana Inuzaka's twisted presence from his treasured possession, as if the blood specks were staining the image of Violet's smiling face and the cloth in his was his only aid to helping keep her angelic smile as pure and unblemished as he remembered it to be.
Back then Violet was one of two people who enjoyed Abel's presence within the walls of the L. Bridget manor, the other being their father Howard who was kept constantly busy due to the responsibilities that came with the position as Head of their family and thus left the less-than-amicable Olivia as his only parent. "Your father may see fit to coddle you whenever he finds time to be here, but I will give you no such luxuries. You will be expected to complete the same studies as your siblings regardless of your prior status of…vagabond." True to her word, his angered shrew of a mother would bring in tutors to begin the young man's educational studies who seemed to value pushing the boy to his absolute limits (Not unlike a certain researcher he now knew.) despite the obvious deficiencies between his current education level and what children his age should know.
"Ugh, this is too hard!" Abel would whine as he stared down at the packet of math problems that his tutor, he had breezed through these very same problems a week prior and seemed to look forward to displaying the further blossoming fruits of his intelligence to his ever-absent father. "It was simple before: This minus That Equals Other Thingy! Now there's letters, parenthesis, and something about a pie!" His stomach would growl in anticipation of a dessert that would never come even as his brain struggled to make sense of the gibberish in front of him, his thoughts constantly shifting from arithmetic to the possibility of food magically replacing his troublesome homework. "I could honestly go for a nice slice of apple pie right now."
A burst of laughter would cause him further troubles as he turned from the threat of math to face a much less imposing (though much more annoying) disturbance in the form of his adopted brother Louis, a smug smile plastered on his face as he held up a similar homework packet "It's not PIE you scruffy mongrel, it's PI! P-I! Though I doubt a vagabond like you would even know the difference!" The fair-haired brat had no doubt picked up on his mother's favorite way to describe Howard's second son and how insulting it seemed to an already disheartened Abel, proceeding to wave his completed packet around triumphantly while continuously degrading and mocking his so-called brother's lack of book smarts. "I bet you don't even know what a vagabond is, even though you look and smell just like one!"
"No, but I do Louis. And I'll thank you not to refer to our brother Abel in such a way." Violet would be standing in the doorway holding a small tray with a tuna sandwich and a glass of sweet tea, along with a disapproving look for her brother's behavior as his shimmering eyes briefly took on a steely gaze. "I see that you're done with your homework so go get changed into your riding clothes, you know how much Lord Alfred values punctuality in his pupils." She would spare her departing sibling a loving smile despite her eyes never losing their hardened appearance. As was her usual role, their older sister would play the role of peacekeeper between the two boys and do so without having a single metaphorical feather ruffled.
"Thanks Violet, I was honestly a few seconds from passing out thanks to all of this pi nonsense." He would say this while helping her set the serving tray down onto the table he was working at before blushing as she gently ruffled his autumn-colored hair and pulled up a seat next to him and inspected his work carefully. "I don't get it sis, why does Miss Olivia push me so hard to succeed, especially when I'm not as sharp as you or Louis?" He would sigh dejectedly as he watched the blonde-haired girl set the homework packet down and give his hand a light squeeze, taking his pencil and making a simplified version of the problem while humming a small tune as Abel continued to watch her curiously "Hey..I can understand it now!"
Violet would give her now-encouraged brother a loving smile as she watched him handle the problem with renewed gusto, glancing over at the sandwich for a bit before returning her gaze back to him "I think our mother pushes you so hard because it's what father wants for you, the L. Bridget family is known for its intelligence and strength in the business field. And despite all of Louis's blustering, you are one of us and Father believes in all of his children." She would pat his shoulder softly, gently pushing the homework packet aside and moving the tuna sandwich in its place. "Now, take a break little brother. A little brain food can go a long way in understanding that dastardly Pi."
He would chuckle quietly as he took a hearty bite out of the sandwich, as was the pattern between the two siblings: She would be the one to help him stand tall whenever the weight of his new name proved too daunting for his small shoulders, likewise he would be her ever-reliable right hand whenever it came to creepy crawlies, unnerving strangers, or something else that caused Violet discomfort. (Although later in life he would come to suspect that her reactions may have been embellished for his benefit.) It was due to her tutelage that he would grow to be more intelligent than most boys his age, and despite not quite reaching the same prestige as his siblings (and even an incoming Satellizer would eventually outshine him months after arriving to live at the manor) but it was because of her help that he eventually learned to find what he was best at: Violet had the brains, Louis was deceptively charming to the outsider, Satellizer had an unending drive to win that caused him some hesitation at the thought of one day having to face her, as for Abel himself:
His great talent was to endure the pain that the monsters inflicted, it was that talent that helped him survive the Marrakesh Academy and the merciless taunting that came from the mouths of people who had been written off by society. It was that special "talent" that gave disgraced Pandora Scientist Parcé Ciel the perfect guinea pig to create and test the first male "Pandora", although his classmates would refer to him as "freak".
He would be snapped back to reality by the chilling feel of a freshly cleaned ring back upon his finger, looking down at it with a sense of fondness as he imagined Violet smiling back at him, and looking around at his new living arrangements reminded him of his original purpose for wanting to join the ranks of West Genetics. "Satella, I'm not sure what happened to you after that night but..I'll do my best to support you however I can." With a renewed sense of purpose, he would take a breath before changing out of the stuffy Marrakesh uniform and into lighter clothes in order to train on his hand-to-hand combat and leaving the mocha scientist to her thoughts.
"Foolish twit, he guards that ring with the fervor or a zealot guarding their holy scripture. Yet he fears the prospect of seeing past the visage of her as a sibling through to her merits as a woman." Parcé would quickly do an image search for "Violet L. Bridget" and give a devilish smile as she looked at the image in question: A rather lovely blonde-haired woman who wore a white blouse and dazzling red skirt, it was enough to catch the eye but not distract from the glitz and the glamour of a hotel opening in Bali. "After all it's not incest if there's no blood between you, but since sweet little Violet only disrupts you in your memories. I need to switch to a closer target to temper your abilities." She would dismiss Violet's image and pull up what little information she had managed to glean on Satellizer L. Bridget, the incident involving her tenure at East Genetics had been heavily redacted (much to her annoyance) but it was the alias that had been given to her that piqued her scientific curiosity. "Untouchable Queen eh?"
Finding herself locked up in the brig was nothing new for Satella, her last time in the brig had involved her putting an overly smug Limiter in his place through not-so subtle methods and had lost out on the entirety of her second year because of it.
"It was worth it, he was a common leech who treated Pandora like belt notches." She would clench the hem of her skirt in agitation as she pictured that young man's despicable smirk as he dared to lay a hand on her, tried to sweet-talk her into taking him as her Limiter before she retaliated at his behavior and drew the ire of her superiors as well as the fears of her would-be comrades. "I've already had to deal with that kind of scum in my life enough, I don't..I don't want to feel that kind of touch ever AGAIN!" Her body would tremble as her mind flashed back to the dark days of life at the L. Bridget manor, the withering stares that followed her whenever she happened to be in the room as Olivia L Bridget as well as the repulsive touch of her so-called brother Louis.
"You monster! You filthy pig!" There it was again, that same voice that seemed to pierce the darkness in which that memory belonged, followed by that familiar flash of sapphire which followed by the familiar fade to black. "Who does that voice belong to, why did he attack Louis?" Satella would search her memories for anyone in the house with a sapphire ring, only to land back at that same horrible moment once again before growling in annoyance.
"Come on, search harder..this isn't something you made up. He has to be there somewhere!" She would continue to search her past for any sign of her long-lost defender, purposely focusing on every run-in she had with Louis while trying to ignore the waves of revulsion that permeated through her body.
Eventually she would find herself waking up to the harsh squeak of her cell door being opened, followed by the unfamiliar sight of a tall, mocha-skinned woman wearing a white lab coat and an alluring smile adorning her face.
"Satellizer L. Bridget, I presume?"
So this month has been a ball of SUCK: Dead iPod and furthered blindness. But on the plus side, i finally decided to give the Freezing manga a go...I dislike how Rana got introduced in that and will stick to the anime's interpretation of it.
Ta-Ta for now!