Duo Maxwell

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[ducmaxwell-blog]

“All the cool cats hang here? I can dig it.”

[ducmaxwell-blog]

“Hey mister, look out!”

Duo sprints off the sidewalk into the streets to ram into the ambling male and two went tumbling down on the asphalt. Duo sustains scrapes on his hands and where the skin is broken, trickles of blood seep out. Not the brightest idea he’s had, yet it was worth it.  He gets on to his feet and waves down the cars to slow down.

“Hey mister, you okay?”

[abyssartorias]

Artorias gives a shrug towards the eager young man and proceeds with answering his excited questioning.  “Do keepeth in mind that I am not the best to answer these questions as I am just the user of this material, but I will tell thee what I know.”

“Titanite is quite tough, and can presumably last for centuries given proper care and the right kind of maintenance. Our blacksmith Andre wast a man who could forge anything, given the materials and the amount of souls to do'eth so. By souls I do mean the kind that inhabits thy body, and mine own. Though to obtain these souls is commonplace in Lordran.”

Taking a breath, Artorias seems to begrudgingly continue, his voice becoming irritated at the mention of the Darkwraiths. “Granted, I am not interested in taking the souls of the living hither as those gents, and yourself, seemeth to be’est posing no threat. I only taketh the souls of the demons from the Abyss, and the bloody Darkwraith knights whose sole purpose is to steal the humanity from living creatures such as yourself.”

[ducmaxwell-blog]

The young man's eyes light up during the explanation. He is impressed by the said material. The description sounds similar to gundanium: sturdy, great use a shield attacks, and assuming if made into a weapon would increase attack damage. 

Then things took a turn and no longer was he starry eye. The knight is clear in what he says, thus the confusion is not his fault. Duo didn't understand the concept of souls and why was he suddenly worried that if speaks of his life (rather his kill count) he will be met with certain doom. 

 "You're Catholic?"

[backstrokes]

“Nice to meet you too Duo, I’m Makoto Tachibana.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he gave a shallow bow of introduction.

"Oh no, it’s fine really, I’m just glad I didn’t offend you. If it makes you feel better, being tall doesn’t really help with anything other than reaching high places easily.”

“N-not that I think you’re short or anything! You seem very adequately proportioned!”

[ducmaxwell-blog]

The gesture of the bow has Duo lost. He did not have royalty in his blood, and it was easy to tell, considering his life on the streets at a young age. So Duo waves it off, rather than returning the bow. If he had an inkling what it meant outside of this conversation, he'd do the same. 

The meeting went on and Duo couldn't get the idea that this man reminds him of Quatre, minus the bumbling. The reminder allows for Duo to loosen up and speak with a friendly tone, because of the idea. "Get a lot of slack for being a tower?" It happens to be a childish joke, one Duo is sure would be answered truthfully, considering the likeness of two males.

[xlastof]

Soldiers don’t stop being soldiers when the battle is { o v e r . }

[makotohikawa]

There was something about the way this teenager was acting that made what he was doing seem very embarrassing, somehow. And maybe it was. Initially he’d thought looking for a cat was a waste of police resources, but by now, he was putting his all into it. “I was told this cat lurked around this area,” he answered, pulling himself free of the dumpster. It seemed fruitless after all.

Fortunately for the both of them, Makoto had both gloves and a jacket on. He removed the gloves first, stuffing them into the jacket’s pockets before removing that as well. It would be colder this way, but he could deal without it until it was cleaned. “No. We had a request to find a lost cat. Her name is Ginger.” He turned the jacket inside out and folded it over his arm. “Do you know anything about where cats hide? I’m afraid I don’t know much about them.”

[ducmaxwell-blog]

Living on the streets allowed for Duo to have several pets versus one. The scrapyard kids took in stray cats and dogs as they reflected who they were as persons. Duo wasn’t strictly a cat or dog fan, yet equally cared for them despite the ones who had more attitude. Because of his little bit of Duo’s life, he is able to answer with confidence on the location of a cat. He is simply going to ignore that the man had a mature air about him and yet digging through trash. 

“Cats need food and water. The trash smell isn’t going to lure them in unless the trash is piled high with cat food.”

Duo swings his arms up and rests his head against his palms. “I’d check the park. There’s fresh water, small birds, and food stands.” 

It just now occurs to him, the guy’s being paid for his efforts otherwise no one would dumpster dive. Even an owner would not go that far, considering cats are independent creatures.

“Is this a job for you?” He had to reassure before throwing numbers in his face.

[xinprecatio]

      “God of Death? Is that an official title?” Bakura asks, looking somewhat curious, or at least more so than usual, a single eyebrow raised. “If it is, it wins out over the ones I’ve accumulated.”

      A pause. “Anyway, though, souls are fragile things.”

[ducmaxwell-blog]

“Official as it gets,” he replies, It happens to relax him knowing there will a day without Gundams at war. Although, he would give anything to return home and finish the final battle.

“What made you think they’re not?"

[arl3quin-deactivated20161113]

If you keep using that name, you’ll be found eventually. You can’t keep it from them.

Ralph Kurt’s warning to the boy many months ago echoes through Trowa’s mind. And although the remnants of The Barton Foundation have been essentially crushed at this point, Trowa can’t help but feel slightly unsettled by the origins of his current alias, despite it being just another name to his comrades. 

“I’ve only been Trowa for a couple of years at most,” Trowa reminds Duo, though he takes Duo’s words as a source of reliable comfort.

“Well, maybe a little less than that. There was that whole time I was an amnesiac.”

Trowa’s lip turns up a bit at his own joke, but ends up twitching after he wonders if perhaps that was a little too dark.

“Anyway,” the boy dips his head, chin lightly touching the collar of his turtleneck, “I genuinely appreciate the sentiment. Honestly. I think.”

He lifts his head up, eyes set in a squint towards the humming microwave a few feet from him.

“It’s a persistent thought, that’s all,” Trowa finally finishes with resigned sigh.

[ducmaxwell-blog]

Duo could understand that empty feeling for being without a name. So many people took their name for granted.  Unfortunately for Trowa, he has been under an alias, perhaps this Trowa isn’t the first or late one, His joke, while is without tact happens to be quite humorous. Duo rewards his joke with a chuckle.

“It’ll never stop being weird when you and Heero make a joke.” He shrugs his shoulders, silently speaking ‘it can’t be helped’ with his body. “Trowa, didn’t you find your name along side Heavy Arms? It must be destiny for you. But hey, if you want to change your name, that’s cool with me, pal.”

Part of Duo hopes he doesn’t change his name. He sees a reason behind his name. Trowa, piloted Heavy Arms and helped in bringing order and peace between the Earth and the colonies. 

“You deserve it, pal,” he adds on, “after all that you’ve accomplished as Trowa, I think it should stick. But hey that’s my opinion,” shrugging in his shoulders.

The microwave beeps and he slides out a completed and well cooked meal from the freezer boxes. It’s not divine cuisine, but it sure beats eating space food. He sets it on the counter to cool and fetches fork for his friend; while Trowa eats, he heats up the coffee from the morning.

"Heero would say the same if he were here.”

[ducmaxwell-blog]

i need short threads here to keep up my muse

LIKE FOR A SHORT STARTER?

[lifeaftermeteor]

[kinglordmaster]

[animethingsandstuff]

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[moonlightsdreaming]

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[ducmaxwell-blog]

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[abyssartorias]

“Steel is a very archaic substance in Lordran. What we useth for knights of the highest order is titanite. A very tough substance that oft not breaketh and is easily modifiable. One may coequally even apply magic to one’s own weapon, to increase their efforts against their foes.“

A light chuckle emanates from the helmet, sounding like rocks grating on rocks. “Though, I am no blacksmith. I could not telleth thee everything about titanite, even if I wast to tryeth.”

[ducmaxwell-blog]

There’s a glimmer in Duo’s eyes as he becomes enthralled with the unknown metal. It is definitely on the periodic table, nor was it manufactured on his world. Duo is eager to learn more about this titanite, how strong was it, can it be produced in thousands, where is it located, and can it improve his Gundam. So many inquires he wishes to ask, though settles for one.

"How tough is it? Had any weapons penetrate it?”

Duo was eager to get his hands on it.

[baddestdangerboy]

“….Your action figure.”

At least Badou doesn’t call it a doll. He’s merciful, that way. For once. In his own way. He squints at the little thing, it’s little scythe beam and whatnot.

“This is just fucking wonderful. A kid who roleplays. This is gonna be great.” 

He sighs and slaps his forehead.

[ducmaxwell-blog]

The redhead’s doubt began an uncomfortable stew in his stomach. First it was a gentle boil, hardly bothered by the other. Now it’s just about ready to overflow. Every word makes Duo out to be a kid playing with matches without understanding the consequences. Duo had attempted to inform the militia background; much to Duo’s dismay, the redhead brushed him off. Unable to take it any further, he stands up and places his hands firmly on the table, giving the other a glare.

After a few seconds he decides it wasn’t worth his time. He slowly slinks back into his chair, releasing a weary sigh. 

“You know, you’ve been real helpful. Maybe I should tip ya,” he replies with a mixture of attitude and sarcasm.

[xinprecatio]

      “No, a jinx is a little more complicated than merely stating your luck. For your soul to fracture, either a trauma so severe you’ll never recover would have to occur,” something like the massacre of one’s entire village… for instance, “or your soul would have to be yanked from your body entirely, and carelessly shoved back in. That’s all.”

[ducmaxwell-blog]

The tone in the other’s voice reminds him of one of his comrades. However, the choice in dialogue differs greatly. Heero happen to be so sure of his abilities that it came off as him being optimistic. In turn, this man happen to be the most dismal, yet honest, person he’s met in Hive City.

“Riiiight--and here I am, God of Death, looking like a complete fool.”