Idk i’m still not sure if I’m gonna get back into rp’ing so I may as well post au stuff here.
This is for shslect‘s seven au. With Dorothy and the Virtue of Charity, Hare!
Dorothy considered herself a very lucky girl, all things considered. She was a University student studying in Japan, trying her very best to enjoy her stay without being too much of a geek about it. Every Monday and Wednesday afternoons, she'd meet up with her tutor to catch up with whatever subjects she was slipping behind on. Her tutor worked as a substitute at the nearby high school, and was generous enough with his time to give her a little help when he could. He was really nice, though she'd never heard of a man with the last name Hare. But then again, Fox was a last name too, so it wasn't -that- odd, was it?
Dorothy walked down the street, breathing in the air. It was a late afternoon of a late summer, and the weather was hinting at how soon the seasons would change. Road work had meant that she had to detour from her usual route, opting to take a few back-alleys in an attempt to save time. She pulled her jacket closer to her, a sudden chill running down her spine.
She looked behind her, and could have sworn she saw a figure behind her. She paused, acting as if she was checking her phone and heard footsteps behind her. Was someone following her? Dorothy swept her bangs out of her eyes, and began to walk again, this time at a faster pace. She couldn't quite explain this strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, but all it was telling her was to -get away-. She didn't want to break into a run, but- There! The university was in her sight, just past this line of fence.
"Ah- Miss Dorothy?" Dorothy stopped just in front of Mr. Hare, the latter giving her a curious- if concerned- look. "Are you alright? You were walking very fast."
"Aaaahhh what? I mean." Dorothy blinked, then shook her head. "Oh no, I'm fine. Just took a different path today. It's kind of funny, I thought I was being chas- being followed." She laughed, nervously, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand.
"Followed?" Her tutor asked.
"I dunno, it was probably a shadow or a cat or something," Dorothy shrugged, glancing behind her warily. She shivered, then walked toward the entrance. "Nothing to worry about! You have the library key, right?"
"I do." Mr. Hare nodded, taking a bracelet off his wrist and handing it to her. It was a charm bracelet, decorated with stars and moons; the library key dangled from it's chain. He backed up a few paces and gestured to the parking lot. "You go on ahead inside, I believe I may have... Forgotten something in my car."
"Okay!" Dorothy smiled, turning around and stepping inside. Mr. Hare had such a warm and calming personality, Dorothy didn't even notice the shadow that had grown to cover the entire floor.
Then she stepped inside, and dropped into the jet black under her feet.
It was strange, but when Dorothy looked up, she soon realized she was looking down... Into nothing. Suddenly, all of her surroundings were dark, like she had been placed into a closed box. And just as soon as she had realized this, she fell down onto what she could only assume was now the floor. She landed on her back, and rolled over, rubbing her shoulder.
"What's going on...?" She sat up, trying to look around. She retrieved her phone from her pocket, but it's LED screen couldn't pierce the shadows around her. Slowly, she stood up. A shiver ran down her spine as she stepped backwards, her leg bumping into something moving behind her. She whirled around, and could have sworn she saw a shine like a beetle's shell. ... A very big beetle.
"Aaaaaaaahhh. Weird. Really weird!" Dorothy gulped, putting her hands to her face... And noticing that Mr.Hare's charm bracelet was glowing very brightly. The whatever it was in the darkness scuttled away, seemingly scared off by the blue light emanating from it.
"Again, I'm gonna have to ask, what is going on?" She heard her voice echoing in the darkness, and was soon answered by a distant yell. It almost sounded like...
"Mr. Hare! Are you here too?" Dorothy started, running towards where she heard the sound, but then she tripped. Fear gripped her for a moment, until she swung the bracelet around and saw that it was... A light fixture like what was on the ceilings in the University.
"Oh right. I'm upside down." Dorothy reminded herself, standing back up and continuing on her way, holding the charm bracelet in front of her like a lantern. She reached the entryway to the library, and looked up.
"Let's see... If I remember this right, I should be able to..." She reached out, feeling around and climbing up (down) the decorative windows that were usually above the entrance to the library. She reached up, slipping the key into the lock, and held onto the handle as the door swung open, and blue light flooded her vision.
"I will ask you one last time, shadow." Her tutor's voice ringed in her ears as she squinted in the light. "Give me back my student. I know you took her."
"Ssshhhouldn't you be more conccccerned for yoursssself, Oh Princccce of One Thoussssand Enemiessss?" A voice hissed in the darkness, once that didn't sound like something a human could sound like.
Peering harder, Dorothy leaned too far forward, and accidentally let go of the door handle she was hanging from. She fell down, and landed right beside a section of legs attached to a dark section of carapace. Dorothy backed up, and her eyes followed it up until she can see what the hissing thing was. A giant centipede, glistening black with pinpricks of blue light reflecting from it, loomed and dominated the large room. Standing on top of a bookshelf, she could see Mr.Hare. He was glowing just like his charm bracelet. And were those...?
"You know what they've sssssaid, onccce you're caught, you're killed!!" The monster gloated, to which Mr. Hare responded by simply chuckling, wagging his finger at the giant bug.
"But first, you must catch me!" The teacher taunted, his rabbit ears flicking forward. Blue light sparked around his limbs, and as he leapt up into the air, Dorothy could see light even shining from his eyes. Hare reared back a fist, landing a bunch on the monster as he landed. A hundred buggy legs grabbed at him, but he swiftly evaded them.
"This is so.... Weird." Dorothy observed. She watched as the length of the centipede behind her rise up, closing in on Mr.Hare from behind. She cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled: "Mr. Hare! Behind you!"
Her teacher turned his blue-white gaze towards her, and ducked underneath the coils of the centipede, only to be headbutted in the side by it's massive head. He was thrown across the room, just barely able to catch himself from crashing into Dorothy, his shoes screeching as he slid to a stop. He glanced up at the monster, his long ears flicking back and his brow furrowing. Then he looked back to Dorothy, who was gawking at him with her mouth dropped open a little- as any normal person would be doing.
"Ah, it's good to see you're safe, Miss Dorothy," Hare panted with relief.
"Monst... Monster??" Dorothy spat, pointing up at the creature dominating the room. "Big- big bug!?"
"Oh, right. He's a hard-shelled one, isn't he?" Hare commented, cracking his knuckles as he stood up straight. He looked down at the bracelet he handed to her earlier and perked up. "Ah! You're still holding it! Then this will be quick work. Dorothy, can you shoot?"
"What???" Dorothy was thoroughly confused as Hare jumped up again, landing on one of the monster's coils.
"I trust you, Miss Dorothy! Just aim and it will do the rest!" Mr. Hare called, and before Dorothy could repeat her 'what's he called out: "Constellation Arrow! Formation Cassiopeia!"
The bracelet glowed even brighter, lengthening and transforming into a silver bow, decorated with moons. The star charms lengthened into arrows, tipped with golden arrowheads. Five of them appeared, notching themselves into position. All the while, all Dorothy could do was marvel:
"Aaaaaaaahh. Aaagh."
She looked up, breathing in deeply. Of course, they had to pierce the carapace!
"Okay, Dot, you can do this. You cosplayed Robin Hood once, didn't you?" She muttered to herself. She squared her shoulders and lifted up the bow, drawing the bowstring up to beside her face. She breathed out, letting loose the strings. The arrows twinkled as they soared through the darkness, hitting the monster and pinning it to the cieling. Black ink gushed from it, and Hare cried out in triumph.
"Excellent work! And just in time," Hare glowed with pride as he sprung to the monster's head, landing his foot down on the wound in the top of it's skull. The monster hissed out as it split apart and poofed into dust, the entire shadow room it had made dissolving at well.
Dorothy began to fall again as the ceiling became the ceiling again, but was caught in her tutor's arms and they landed safely on a table. It was like nothing had ever happened. Except her teacher was still glowing and she still had a kickass fantasy longbow in her hands.
"Dorothy, that was wonderful! Thank you so much for your help!" Mr. Hare exclaimed, setting her down and clapping happily. Dorothy stared at him for a long moment, before blurting out:
"Ears????" She pointed at his rabbit ears, then gestured around at how he was glowing. "SHine???" She then lifted up the bow and pointed at with her empty hand. "Eeeeennnnhhhhh????"
"Oh, right." Her teacher blinked, his eyes returning to normal and his ears quickly returning to their normal human-ear shape as well. "I suppose I have a lot to explain."
"I mean, if anything, I would thought you'd be like.... A time traveller, maybe?" Dorothy said. "But you're... A rabbit?? A space rabbit?"
"Uh. Kinda?" Hare agreed, stepping down off of the table, then helping her down. "Wait... Time traveller?"
"It was the bowtie mostly," Dorothy mentioned, then held the bow out to Hare. "Ah, how do I??"
"Maybe we should... Find somewhere less public so I can explain things," Hare suggested, placing his hand in between the bow and it's string, the magical weapon obediently reverting to it's jewelry state. "Is that alright?"
"Dude, you just saved me from a big... What was that, though?" Dorothy asked.
"Hmmm, a spook, a nightmare of sorts, I'd reckon." Hare reasoned. "Are you afraid of bugs, Miss Dorothy?"
"Not really? I mean... When they crawl on me, that's pretty. Icky." Dorothy answered, shivering a little as she remembered just how many fucking legs that thing had.
"Hmm. Well, how about we leave the lessons for today aside. Would you be alright visiting my home for a bit? I can explain everything there, if you'd like."
“Good guess! But, um– that-that’s not it! Just, ah… gimme a sec.”
Finally able to cool down, he dried his eyes on his sleeves before brushing his bangs in the opposite direction to reveal a scar.
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“Wait.... From Halloween? Oh my gosh, I thought that was make-up!! .... Though it does explain why I couldn’t find which Superman you were trying to reference.”
She reached forward, leaning in to get a better look at his scar. She couldn’t help it, scars are cool. Sometimes.
“But dang, who knew such a little scar could have come with such a big story, right? It’s like my aunt said once- ‘every scar needs a story, some you regret, some you pride- And some you make up cause you still can’t remember what happened during that week in Malibu in the Summer of ‘89′. ..... Um.”
Dorothy looked at it for a moment longer, and then fixed his bangs into their usual position.
“You know, you hair looks pretty cute when it’s over on the side like that.”
i cant see the symbol but. the fusion thingy. with the two posh lady friends, wink wink? i can see them fusing to nocturne op. 9 no. 2 ! ;3c
Bright blessed day and dark sacred night meet to make a fusion like an eclipse, almost too beautiful to see with the naked eye.
When Jill and Kaori fuse, the first thing I think is that Kaori’s shawl scarf thingy gets tied around their neck like a very fashionable scarf or ascot kinda thing. A vest top (maybe sleeveless?) and a gown that flows to the floor. Their long hair is tied back with Jill’s ribbon, and it cascades like a waterfall. Their eyes are deep and dark with a knowledge of both the past and the future, though for some reason I see their fusion keeping their eyes closed? Like uvu or somethin’.
Their fusion is very queenly, very ethereal. The sort of commanding yet inspiring presence one feels that they should bow to, and yet who radiates a warmth like an old, close friend.
Unconditional love. He’d been almost certain that this sort of thing only ever happened in the movies. It definitely wasn’t something Montaro had experienced firsthand before, and he didn’t think it possible for someone to care for him so deeply. For a time, he wasn’t sure it existed. He’d never seen it. Never felt it.
And yet… Very suddenly, before he had the chance to wrap his head around it, it had become very real. He could see it, hear it, feel it… It was tangible.
“I can’t… thank you enough. For— for everything. I…”
A Crystal Gem in the ‘Good but not Nice’ Sense, she keeps track of bubbled Gems in her own little Sanctum (who they were, what they became, etc, etc). She rebelled because she couldn’t morally agree with how the Homeworld and it’s goals had shifted from simply a flourishing civilization to an invading threat to developing societies on other planets.
Still fights with a Rapier, maybe has a short-sword as her side weapon. Her Gem is still located on the back of her left hand.
For a long moment, Dorothy had no idea what to say. As he spoke, her hands just crept upward until they covered her mouth. So this was the weight that had been holding him all this time, she just had never imagined there would be so much of it. Even worse still was just how some parts just seemed to hit far too close to home.
Dorothy stood up.
“I won’t lie. I know a lot of those things you did were wrong, and neither of us are going to deny that. It’s right for you to feel guilty over all.... All of that.”
She bridged the gap between them and pulled him into a hug, as tight as she could manage. She ran one hand through his hair, like her own father would do to her when she was upset.
“But you don’t deserve to be so unhappy! You’ve changed so much since then, you’re so different, so wonderful, so...”
She heaved a sigh, and rubbed at her eye. It was frustrating; knowing what she wanted to say but not how to say it.
“I don’t know how to say it- I’m not that great at talking like Jill is, but- But I’m glad that you were able to tell me this- I mean, I’m sad too, cause I mean, wow. But I....”
She hugged him even tighter, resting her forehead against his, trying to give him a shaky smile as she tried to blink back the tears welling in her eyes.
“This is what I want to be for you. I want to be that person you can cry with. After all you’ve been through- doesn’t matter if it was your fault or not- you deserve that. And I’m so happy to be that person.”
She shrugged, letting out a small, awkward laugh. Look at them, both crying.
“School. I-it’s about school. Sort of. You’ve… go-gotta forgive me if I get emotional here, but— Hmm. I guess I should just… Yeah.”
There was quite a lot more to tell, so Montaro braced himself once again, interlocking his fingers and twiddling his thumbs in and attempt to soothe his frayed nerves.
Obviously, the way Montaro said that name, he was an important person in her boyfriend’s past. As for the other two... Well, she just hoped she never gets the misfortune to meet either of them.
His parents? Proud? It was admittedly a difficult thing to picture. Now that he was thinking on it in depth, he… really couldn’t recall a time where his parents had expressed how proud they were of him (if at all) since entering high school. But it was possible, right? He’d changed by a landslide over the past few years– he’d cleaned up his act! Surely that would be enough to impress even them.
“I hope— I sure hope so. Otherwise, all this would’ve been for nothing…”
But he couldn’t celebrate just yet.
“Gee, I hate to keep saying it, but the-there’s still– still… more.”
“Woah, what else is there? I mean, I get that there were fights, and shoplifting.... And other bad stuff... And then you got sent here.”
She counted them off on her finger, but then slowly withdrew her hands back to clasping around her legs.
“I’m a little nervous to ask, but... Go on. Whatever else it is that you wanna get off your chest.”
“I… ca– I ca-a–came home a few hours later than usual one day and slipped in through the back. I’d just started and ended a fight, so I looked a complete bloody mess, with a broken nose, a busted lip, and some bruises, bu-but-but I figured I could take care of myself because I’d done it before… Anyways, my mom caught me sneaking in. There was blood on my, um— o-on my shoes, and that was what really set her off. So she called my dad downstairs. It’s funny, be-because it– that’s… the only time I can remember all three of us… being together in one place.”
Oh no was right.
“They-they-they wanted to know who… did it. To me. But I was– I wasn’t in the mood to be hounded, so I got angry. I yelled, I-I-I cursed, and they were scared… of me, their-their own son. Mom started crying. Dad wouldn’t say anything. So I admitted that I’d started… and ended… this huge fight, and that only made it worse.”
He gathered that this must’ve been an awful lot for her to take in at once– and this wasn’t even the end of his story– so he decided against continuing before she could process it and, instead, made an attempt to ease her fears.
“Me getting arrested is a– is a whole nother thing, and I don’t think I want to go into details, but just know that it wasn’t.. serious. Uh— Nuh-not-not as serious as it could’ve been, but still not something that should’ve happened to begin with. They put– They just put me in holding for a couple hours, my parents came for me, and I was… let off with a warning.”
“Wow.... You really have been through a lot. I don’t really know what to say.”
She shifted her feet and ran a hand through her hair. It was a lot to process... But at the same time, she knew Montaro had changed so much since then. Had she learned this sort of stuff about him months ago, she would have been wary of him. Dorothy knew how he really is, a guy who apologizes as often as he needed to, a guy who paid attention to people and was eager to help when someone asked for it.
Thinking of it, when she had first met him, he was honestly afraid of meeting new people; he had come out of his shell so much since that time. Was he afraid of himself then? And was that the same now?
“I dunno, you’re just. Totally different from the person you were. Your parents would be proud to see who you are now, I bet.”
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