Celine sat at her balcony watching the moon. It had so many faces, so many times of change; kind of like her own life. From schoolgirl to treasure hunter to world saver to princess. Now she was a detective, or so it seemed. No one else would watch over her. She was too dangerous. Even the prison was ineffective; she simply bent the bars. She killed two prisoners and one guard before Celine sent her back into nap-mode. Only Celines Heraldry magic seemed to hold the child.
Thinking about the kid, Celine looked back into her room at the makeshift cell in the corner. Heraldry magic surved as a "magic box" and sealed the young one inside. She was cleaned up, but dead asleep; while she was awake, she screamed like a banshee and clawed at the Heraldry, which used up more of Celines mental strength then she'd like. So she kept her quite sleepy, thank you much.
What Celine wanted to know was...who was the girl, and where did she come from? Her physical description was sent to Mars via Carrier dove; a message returned saying no one in Mars remembers anyone like her. That was disturbing...you just don't learn Heraldry without getting the basics in Mars. You just don't, it's unheard of...unless she had Heraldry master teachers.
But Celine needed to know a few over things first. She didn't even know if this...woman...spoke English. She'd never heard her say a comprehensible word, and she'd never acknowledged anything Celine had said. All Celine knew was that she was dealing with an extremely strong, hyperactive kid with a grasp on Heraldry, a bad combination.
It was too late at night to think. All she wanted to do now was curl up with Chris and cry to sleep. It'd been a long day, what with the teen and the thing with Pad...Where the hell is Chris?, she thought to herself. He'd help in this situation, she was sure of it. And he'd keep her away from the evils in the wor-
At that moment, she heard the door click open awkwardly. Scared, she grabbed her staff and jumped behind the door. Someone else to get her, or the girl, she thought. The figure moved slowly, awkwardly across the room to the balcony.
"Isio!", Celine shouted, calling her rod to life. The tip flashed for a second, then shimmered with a white light. Then it shot a smaller light at the intruder, and stopped it dead in its tracks. This, of course, was Celines intention. She came around to look into the face of the invader.
Chris smiled at her. "Good to see you too, Celine."
Celine was mortified. "Chris!", she yelled, hugging him closely. "Where have you been? I've been waiting all day for you! And why didn't you show up at the medical office? So much has happened, I'm scared...Chris, I've missed you!"
"Me too, Celine." He took her in a long kiss.
"Where the hell have you been?", she asked, pushing him away a little.
"If you unfreeze me, I'll tell you."
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Thinking about the kid, Celine looked back into her room at the makeshift cell in the corner. Heraldry magic surved as a "magic box" and sealed the young one inside. She was cleaned up, but dead asleep; while she was awake, she screamed like a banshee and clawed at the Heraldry, which used up more of Celines mental strength then she'd like. So she kept her quite sleepy, thank you much.
What Celine wanted to know was...who was the girl, and where did she come from? Her physical description was sent to Mars via Carrier dove; a message returned saying no one in Mars remembers anyone like her. That was disturbing...you just don't learn Heraldry without getting the basics in Mars. You just don't, it's unheard of...unless she had Heraldry master teachers.
But Celine needed to know a few over things first. She didn't even know if this...woman...spoke English. She'd never heard her say a comprehensible word, and she'd never acknowledged anything Celine had said. All Celine knew was that she was dealing with an extremely strong, hyperactive kid with a grasp on Heraldry, a bad combination.
It was too late at night to think. All she wanted to do now was curl up with Chris and cry to sleep. It'd been a long day, what with the teen and the thing with Pad...Where the hell is Chris?, she thought to herself. He'd help in this situation, she was sure of it. And he'd keep her away from the evils in the wor-
At that moment, she heard the door click open awkwardly. Scared, she grabbed her staff and jumped behind the door. Someone else to get her, or the girl, she thought. The figure moved slowly, awkwardly across the room to the balcony.
"Isio!", Celine shouted, calling her rod to life. The tip flashed for a second, then shimmered with a white light. Then it shot a smaller light at the intruder, and stopped it dead in its tracks. This, of course, was Celines intention. She came around to look into the face of the invader.
Chris smiled at her. "Good to see you too, Celine."
Celine was mortified. "Chris!", she yelled, hugging him closely. "Where have you been? I've been waiting all day for you! And why didn't you show up at the medical office? So much has happened, I'm scared...Chris, I've missed you!"
"Me too, Celine." He took her in a long kiss.
"Where the hell have you been?", she asked, pushing him away a little.
"If you unfreeze me, I'll tell you."
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