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ooc; I'm gonna finally put this muse back into gear! I feel a bit bad that I suddenly up and left, but...I'm gonna try and take a stab at being my favorite Pokemon character once more~ I miss Pokemon so much, and it seems unfair that I should discourage myself from roleplaying someone who I treasure so much... ; W ;
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so i heard you like to twerk it
"Come again? I do not quite understand what you mean by 'twerk.' You use it as a verb, so I am guessing that it is some sort of action, or other...?"
♛ ʀєρʀiєvє.
Touya lowered his gaze, feeling unsurprisingly sombre as he listened to his… friend. Friend? Was N even his friend? He couldn’t tell, they weren’t even supposed to be talking right now. As much as he would have liked to be friends with N, just thinking about Team Plasma revealed such a big gap between them that he wasn’t sure if he could conquer it. Maybe a friendship between them was never meant to be, as depressing as it sounded.
“I still want to… try and understand your way of thinking better, N,” he replied quietly, a little above a whisper so he couldn’t even tell if the other was listening. “And then I’ll hope to make you see my worldview too.” It was rare that he spoke of their differing perspectives in such a way, but Touya couldn’t help it. He could try as much as he wanted, he was already too involved in this mess — now he simply had to make the best of it.
Seeing the other’s smile, he felt relieved to know that he had said the right thing. Chuckling lightly, he shook his head, unable to accept N’s thanks. “No, it’s all right. You’re already going out of your way to go with me,” the boy explained with a soft smile, giving his own words more emphasis with a short huff. “I can imagine that your… peopl won’t be happy to hear about it. So it’s only fair that I consider your feelings, too.”
Maybe it wasn’t very smart to be so… friendly to his supposed to be enemy, but N had never treated him poorly. The least he could do was to return the favour, after all.
“Listening to you makes me really wonder what the Chargestone Cave is like,” he brightly smiled, before he laughed lightly. Even if N rambled on and on, it wasn’t unpleasant to him. He could feel the other’s compassion for Pokémon and how much he cherished them. Although he couldn’t deny that he felt a little jealous when faced with N’s understanding for these creatures, he also liked to see the young man so happy. And that only happened when he was talking about Pokémon. …kind of a pity, he would have liked to make N happy, too. “Don’t worry, I really don’t mind,” he laughed lightly, before a startled yelp escaped him as he was dragged along by the older teen.
It took him a few moments not to stumble over his own feet, as he tried to keep up with N’s enthusiastical steps. However, once he had steady footing, he glanced up at the other. “A-and you really don’t mind calling one of the Pokémon out?” he enquired shyly, but curiously while they approached the entry to the cave. “As much as I’d like to see them, I wouldn’t want to bother them, you know! The Chargestone Cave is their home, after all. We’re already intruders, so… yeah.”
He had heard Touya mutter something under his breath before he had practically dragged the boy up by sheer force. For the time being, however, N had decided not to ask what he had said, seeing as how the next sentence that had left the boy’s lips sounded quite promising. So he was trying to share the pain, then? That was a nice gesture of him, to try and avoid battles in exchange for a future suffering. And N was sure to make the most of their journey to Milstraton City -- he was just hoping time wouldn't pass by too quick.
Avoiding the leery-eyed Trainers in the tall grass, N had successfully dragged his human accomplice to the foot of the cave. As the two stepped inside the wide holed entrance, they were met with an absolute blue. Gems glowed and sparkled in between gigantic boulders that sent out electric shocks whenever something went close to it. Obviously, the shock wasn't anything too deadly; but hanging around it long enough was sure to cause some sort of pain after a while.
Just when N was about to take a few more steps inside, he came to a sudden halt after hearing one of Touya's insecurities. A Trainer that didn't want to see Pokemon? He sure was awfully considerate...! By the way he was suggesting not to conjure up his friends, it almost sounded as if Touya was beginning to understand what he thought -- about knowing how to leave Pokemon in peace, and to go as you pleased. And yet...
"But I want you to see them, Touya," he said, turning around to face him in full. "Because I..." His sentence drifted off, not knowing how, exactly, to formulate the words that were bubbling up in his throat. His expression softened then, his eyes half-closed in thought. "...Because I trust you." There, he said it; the four words that were sure to send his father into a fitful rage if he ever found out. Though Touya wasn't bad -- at all, even. Surely the Trainer wouldn't do any harm to the Pokemon should N call out to them.
And without further ado, N took a few steps forward before crouching down the gray soil around them. He only waited a bit, silent, before a small Joltik popped out from under the ground, its beady blue eyes blinking back up at the greenette. Satisfied in finding his friend that he had talked to from before, N swung his head around to look at the Trainer who stood idly behind him. "Why don't you come and say hello to it? He's very friendly...!"
♛ ɴew ʏeαʀs.
He had little knowledge of what human holidays were. His father had steered him far away from knowing anything about such festivities, for the only thing N would ever be allowed to revel would be the day when Pokemon and humans would be separated forever. That day, however, never came -- and N was relieved that such an erroneous decision had been foiled by a certain ponytailed Trainer. Speaking of such a Trainer, said girl was supposed to be here, in her hometown.
Now, trekking across fresh snow, N had made his way through the blistering December winds to see the girl for himself, after two years. And as he passed through dimly-lit streets, he was beginning to wonder about her. About what she looked like. How she was doing. What she was doing...and perhaps, if she still knew him -- and would still accept him after leaving since that time. Seeing the girl's name and her family name on one of the mailboxes, he stepped up slushy steps and gave the door a brief knock. And when it opened, all N could do was rehearse what he had practiced ever since he had made his journey back to Unova.
"Hello again...Touko." he began softly, his words coming out as a white puffs of cold smoke. N ducked his head lightly in greeting, tipping his hat as he would any stranger off the street. "It has been quite sometime since I've last seen you...hasn't it? You've seemed to have grown so much these last two years!" A soft laugh escaped his lips as he extended a hand out just above her head and pretended to estimate the difference in their own heights before pulling his hand back to his side. "You have most certainly grown -- both in stature, and...heart, I am sure."
His small smile, however, soon faded as he saw a wide array of steaming dishes placed on her dining table. N canted his head, trying to get a peek at what was going on inside. Perhaps she had company? No, maybe...she was with her family. Suddenly feeling a bit intrusive, N drew back, his head facing the wooden planks of Touko's front porch. "I...do hope I haven't interrupted anything. You seem quite busy -- perhaps I will come back...later."
But exactly when would be 'later,' seeing as how it had been two years since he'd seen the heroine?
♛ sкєʟєтons ιn тнє cʟosєт
Ghetsis’ attention was captured by a flash of green. It was surprising. Surrounded in such vivid shades of the spectacular hue and this one stood out the most. A shade he was the most familiar with; and that he had grown to detest. Ghetsis had grasped that colour in solidity many times before, twisting it between his thin fingers and pulling as if attached to nothing human. A drive of force to display nothing but power. To inflict fear and gain submission. Oh, such memories!
Wouldn’t you agree, N? A single crimson eye settled upon the face of his son. N’s features had matured; Ghetsis would give him that. In those timid eyes laid a sign of understanding, He was no longer the foolish young child tugging at the hems of his father’s robes in a desperate attempt to get him to tuck him into bed at night. No longer was he the ideal child Ghetsis had hoped he would be. Not that he ever was. But still. Beyond whatever experience N had dealt with over the past few years; There was a child-like innocence. Deprivation. And above all, there was a brief flicker of fear. And after a long moment of silence, Ghetsis curled his upper lip in a mocking scoff. But still his tone remained cold. The man leaned in, lifting his hand to grasp N’s chin between his fingers. “After so long,” He spoke, “One would think you’d learn to refrain from referring to me by such a belittling term. Hmm?” Ghetsis let go of him, dropping his grip chastely. His gaze did not lift from his son’s features, and instead he spread his arms in a mocking like manner. As if in a loving greeting. “My son. Indeed, it’s been too long.” He spoke nonchalantly. “But, If you hadn’t ran off like a stumbling fool; perhaps things would be on better terms. Is that what you wish for?” Dropping his arms, Ghetsis folded them over his chest silently. He made no attempt to cover up over a decade’s worth of lies. N knew. The boy was smart; as much as Ghetsis would deny. His manipulative scheme and false affections. Such empty words and broken promises. A sheltered world created by N’s father himself. But Ghetsis gave not an ounce of remorse.
Hopeful as he was, N searched his father's features for any signs of a reply. Was it one of approval? Or contempt? And while N would have wished for the former, he wasn't too surprised when he was given the latter, as he heard his father scoff at his son's comment. That laugh -- such a belittling thing it was. It had always been voiced as resentment: resenting the drawings N had offered to his father like the imaginary sons that had done so in his picture books; resenting the way he desperately clung onto his robed arms, begging for mercy; even resenting the way he smiled up at him, telling him that he loved him. Smiling, loving. Hoping that maybe one day, he would see.
But N knew now that he never would. For everything repelled him.
He had been so caught up in his own reverie that he hadn't even sensed the other approach and close the distance between them. He flinched when he felt his father's firm grip seize his chin, forcing it up to face him. And all N could see was the same ferocity, that same malice ridden within his father's face. Even after two years, he hadn't changed. That sense of loss, that sense of humiliation -- it hadn't changed him for the better at all. It had ate at him, making him even more persistent, more vengeful; and all he could do was pity him for it.
Once he'd regained his own face, N had quickly ducked his head down, with eyes averted down to the grass. "Perhaps it might have been better if I had gone with you," he started softly, not wanting to outright disagree with so volatile a figure. "But even if it were, I...I wouldn't want it. For I...have come to realize a different ideal."
He drew a hand to his chest then, feeling his heart palpitate rapidly, with anxiety. "An ideal that is different from the one you had explained to me since I was very little. But I hope that one day, perhaps...we could see the same vision." With heart racing, and with a feeling of impending doom, N turned to look back up at his father, eyes softening and hoping to end his answer on more pleasing terms.
"And...I will call you whatever you wish," he replied, his voice a low hush. "If that will please you." N found himself self-consciously reverting back to how he had always addressed his father: one that gave him utmost respect, absolute submission.
Dai
Library Shenanigans of Utmost Importance [Riley & N]
If Riley could describe a proper reason for his even being there— he honestly would. Of course training was a priority- but sometimes the cracking of a pages turn and the smell of an old book attracted him to the vast library that sat just next to port. And thanks to some help (the librarians fondness of him certainly a bonus to his liking), he was allowed to remain peacefully undisturbed in a quiet corner with strategically placed tea sitting comfortably in its saucer. The clink of glass sounded at the cup being brought to his lips, steam rising to offer a particular scent that made his eyes flutter shut to incorporate the smell. Certainly nothing to complain about.
Suddenly the chiming sound of bells announced a new visitor, and Riley paused to hear the familiar sound of the librarians eager greeting. “Hello sir- may I-I assist you today?” Perhaps it was just Riley’s perception (which was in fact quite accurate, regardless) but the new intern sounded more flustered than usual. With a humming noise of minor curiosity Riley ignored the conversation in favor of returning to the book in his hand, choosing only to be bothered if he simply had to. The silence was short lived, however as he heard the floorboards creaking in his direction. Glancing up, his eyes watched for the anticipated arrival of this other to come into view. But unable to mask his slight impatience, Riley suddenly spoke up even before the other had the chance to appear.
“May I help you?”
Being the savvy eavesdropper he was, N had overheard a conversation between two bespectacled boys. Over the course of his journey, the greenette was becoming more and more familiar with human society, as was beginning to formulate categories and groupings of people based off their physical appearance. These two boys that he'd overheard would fit into the type he, too, marginalized himself in: 'nerds.' By their elevated prose and by the way they leaned in to whisper to each other secretly about a new book, N was confident that they were indeed people who sought knowledge.
N was overjoyed to know that this city he had happened to visit had a library. Books were always such a lovely thing to surround himself with! Ever since he was a little boy, colorful pages and rich text had been his only company in his windowless room. A wave of nostalgia overwhelmed him as he stepped in through the library's doors and was greeted with the scents of musty covers and sweet oak shelves.
His attention was soon taken by a woman at his side, who had nervously asked him what he wanted. She seemed too preoccupied with the books that were in her hands, however, and she had fallen in a heap, too unskilled to multi-tasked. Deciding to leave her to her priorities, N used her fall as an escape inside -- after all, he wanted to find this 'new book' about Pokemon legends! Perhaps he would even be able to scout out the creature and converse with it. And ask it, perhaps, about what it thought about humans and Pokemon being togeth--
“May I help you?”
He whipped his head to the left, only to find a blue-clad man sitting with a cup of tea with his book. He looked awfully comfortable! It would be wrong for him to interrupt someone who seemed to engrossed in such a novel, or whatever it was he was reading...!
"Ah, well, I would not want to disturb you from your studies," he curtly began with a slight bow of his head, "But perhaps you might know of a new book that has come into this library's stocks? It is a book about the Legendary Pokemon of his region. I am curious to glean some knowledge from such pages."
Judging from that last sentence of his, N was certainly right about himself: he was definitely a nerd.
The King of Plasma and The Lady of Sinnoh ll Dawn & N
Well she wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction from the man it was kind of funny. Her Lucario looked at the man with a raised eyebrow wondering if he was alright. Dawn seemed to have brushed it off as the man being shy around new people, it was cute. Also she was used to fast talk as a certain rivals of hers was always in a hurry and she had to act fast to understand him. “So I’m in Castelia City, thank you.”
She gave a small curtsie then looks at him a bit curious about him. After all he was the first person she interacting with inside this region so she might as well know a bit about him. Might come in handy in the future, “My name is Dawn and this is my Knight Lulu,” She gestures to her Lucario, “I’m from the Sinnoh region pleasure to meet you sir.”
A part of her wanted to ask if his hair was naturally green, though she brushed it off as her own black-blue hair has raised a few eyebrows themselves. She wouldn’t want to put the guy on the spot like that if unneeded. He seemed to be acting like a kid that’s considering if he should be talking to a stranger. Unaware that this man was in charge of a criminal syndicate in this region, being a foreigner in this land she didn’t know about the issues in this land…
He canted his head in sheer curiosity as he watched the young girl curtsy. The image of Cornelia and Athena popped into his mind then, remembering how he would be entranced by how their flowing gowns would droop to the floor as they bowed not only to him, but his menacing father whenever they crossed paths in the hallways. Smiling at the trite memory, N found himself bowing his head slightly out of habit; after all, she seemed like a very polite girl!
"Hello Miss Dawn," he said, drawing a hand to place on his chest. "My name is N Harmonia. It is a pleasure to meet you, too. And...your little 'knight' too, I suppose." His glance turned to look at the girl's gallant Lucario, brows furrowing as he observed the Pokemon. Very well kept, awfully fond of his Trainer; she seemed to prove him wrong in the fact that humans and Pokemon should be separated. Better yet, by the way she called him a knight, and by the way she curtsied...he was beginning to think that she might actually be a...princess?
"Oh, I do apologize," he quickly interjected, taking his cap off for formalities. "I did not know that you were of royal blood like me -- you must be the princess of Sinnoh, yes?" N knew little to nothing about other regions; ever since he was a little boy, he had been holed up in his little room in Unova, far away from any sort of human contact and social history. Nevertheless, by the eloquent way she talked, and the way in which she presented herself, she certainly did exert the image that should could be a princess -- and N was assuming incorrectly.
Cue looking like a fool and revealing that you're actually a king. Good show, N...good show.
She just wanted to check out Oerba once more. It was her home, after all. A home that had been abandoned, almost destroyed by having no one around to look after it. The monsters were still roaming around here, but something must have scared them off somehow. The monsters seemed to have gone, somewhere. She wasn’t going to be curious about where, though. Seeking for trouble, especially on her own, wasn’t the most brightest idea. She may have a lot of ideas, but most of them weren’t exactly safe. Sure, she could defend herself from one or two monsters, but not the whole pack. Now, to move forth to her many houses.
Vanille started to move, but paused in her action when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Not exactly sure if it was a monster or human, she retracted her rod from behind her, just above her bear pelt, and spun around. She was about to cast a spell, but stopped just in time she saw a rather stunning male approaching her. Well, this was odd. The way that he was dressing up was also odd. She had never seen anyone around Gran Pulse, or even Cocoon, that wore those kind of clothes. Blinking whilst tilting her head, her emeralds gazed up at him in genuine curiosity.
“Trainer? Like…Chocobo trainer? I’m a chocobo tamer though ~!”
Whether or not she had taken it the wrong way, Vanille didn’t quite mind. She wasn’t quite sure what he was talking about, but he was polite enough to request help from her.
“Well, you’re in the village of Oerba ~ Not quite sure what you mean about ‘Region’, but…you’re pretty much in Gran Pulse ~!”
He flinched and drew back in surprise when the girl had spun around with what looked to be a weapon of some sort clenched in between her fingers. N's lips parted and was about to voice that was not an adversary when she suddenly put down her staff. Perhaps this town was not safe? N could agree with such a hypothesis, judging by how war-torn such a place looked. It honestly looked so bleak in comparison to the towns he had visited in Unova. Those places had been filled with light and joy; this one, however, seemed to have experienced such feelings long ago. He was soon drawn back to the present time and out of his reverie as he heard the girl speak up, and was glad to hear how melodic and cheerful she sounded, despite the scenery.
Though his smile soon faded, however, when she told him she was a Trainer of a Pokemon he had never heard of; better yet, he was growing even more confused by the fact that this supposed 'region' was a name that he had never heard of. Had Reshiram took him off on such a wrong path? No, it was a legendary Pokemon -- a trusted ally, no doubt. There must have been some reason why it had taken him off the beaten path. As for what reason, N could not be so sure of. "I...do not know what exactly a 'Chocobo' is," he finally said, repeating the foreign word rather slowly. It was such an odd-sounding name, even if it were for a Pokemon! "Perhaps you are mistaken and meant 'Cherubi'? Or 'Cherrim'?" Such cherry-like Pokemon would definitely seem to fit, seeing as how this woman had such a cheerful and sweet personality (despite for nearly attacking him with black magic).
And Gran Pulse, well...I certainly have not heard of such a place before! You see, I hail from the Unova region. A land that must be...well. Very far away from here. I'm beginning to think that I am in a foreign world though. One that is...much, much, farther away from what I had originally planned to visit."
With a sigh and slight shake of his head, N's gaze returned to the orange-haired girl, a small smile taped to his lips. "Well, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is N Harmonia. I don't suppose I haven't bothered you with whatever it is you are doing. But nevertheless, it is a pleasure to meet you, Miss...?"
♛ ʀєρʀiєvє.
Touya smiled weakly at the young man’s assuring words that it wasn’t a big deal. Still, he felt a little guilty for making N watch him sleep. It probably had been boring, hadn’t it? Especially when they had had in mind to make good use of their time together for the moment. However he couldn’t deny that he had been tired. Dealing with Team Plasma in Driftveil City and the following gym battle against Clay had left him somewhat exhausted, since he had wanted to leave as soon as possible. There was just no good in staying at a place longer than he needed.
Or for a lack of better words; as long as he pushed himself to continue, he wouldn’t end up wondering why he didn’t just stop meddling with things that were out of his league.
He saw right through the fake smile, but decided not to comment on it. Seeing that N was willing to go to such length just to… spend time with him, for some reason it made him happy, almost giddy. It probably shouldn’t mean to him as much as it did. Touya sighed quietly, “But there isn’t anything heinous going on, N. If our Pokémon wouldn’t want to battle, we wouldn’t make them. At least I wouldn’t; and I bet plenty of people share my opinion.” He couldn’t help it. When N spoke so patronizing of Pokémon battles, he simply had to talk back. Even if it wasn’t possible to reason with the green-haired teen, he could still try and show him that not everyone was the same.
Slowly, he straightened himself and got back onto his feet. There was no point in sitting around anymore; if N truly wanted to come with him, he had already said that he wouldn’t stop him. At the mention of his ideals though, the boy looked up at the taller figure, while he dusted his clothes off. “You and… your people,” he unconsciously found himself glancing in the direction of the Plasma grunt. Despite being unable to see them right now, he knew that the Knight was there, “…You keep mentioning my ideals. But I still don’t get it. Is my way of thinking really that different from others?”
Touya honestly didn’t see anything special about it. He just cared for his small team like anyone else would. But each encounter with N or Team Plasma just ended up confusing him more and more. Sometimes he wasn’t even sure what to think anymore. What if these people were right and their plans were the only way to protect Pokémon? But then, he couldn’t imagine a life without Dewott, Scraggy or Solosis anymore. Softly shaking his head to rid himself of any unneeded thoughts for the moment, Touya faced N once again, this time smiling lightly. “I’ll try to avoid any unnecessary battles, alright? We should head for Chargestone Cave then. It’s the only way to Mistralton, from what Clay told me.”
At Touya's objection to his own ideals, N could only look down at the grass below. "Yes," he curtly replied, his voice a soft whisper. "Yes, I think our ways of thinking are, in fact, very different from one another. No matter which way we try to interpret them." It had almost been an unspoken rule between the two of them, to never talk about their differing views. Even though they were supposed to be enemies, N had decided to cross that bridge and try to see his opponent's side, in hopes of convincing him to come to his own side. And while Touya was certainly tolerant, he wasn't about to let up; and probably never would, either.
Temporarily turning his back to his friend, N turned to look down at the small valley in order to meet with the knight's eyes. Once locked with the grunt's eyes, he motioned for him to leave with a simple nod of his head. Surely he would pay for it later with a thrash of Ghetsis's hand to his face; but he was willing to take that in order to talk more to his peculiar boy -- a boy that he was finding himself more and more curious about.
Suddenly, N's sombre face brightened upon hearing that Touya would try to avoid battles. Perhaps that was something he liked so much about this particular Trainer: he was willing to sacrifice something for the sake of another. N had always been taught that humans were sadistic, selfish even. But Touya was...different; he didn't fit that monstrous image at all. "Thank you," he said, a smile spreading across his pale lips. "Trying to avoid battles would...be very nice."
"But yes! Chargestone Cave. I have been there once already -- it is quite nice. There are these little electric bug types called Joltik! They're an awfully comical bunch, always talking about how people always jump whenever they see one surprise them from the cave's ceiling. Oh, and there's also a very elusive Pokemon called Tynamo, too! They're awfully nice, but are very shy. Why, I'm sure I could call on one so you could see i--" He suddenly stopped himself then, realizing that he had gotten a bit too excited. "Ah, sorry for...rambling. ...B-But, let's go!" And without further ado, he latched his fingers onto Touya's wrist and started bounding down the hill with the younger boy in tow.
Talking about Pokemon was one of the few things N could get excited about. And of course, something the two shared an interest in.
// I made a threads page, and it is available on the main menu of my blog. So that way, if one of my lovely rp partners is curious, you can always check there to see if I've replied to our (equally lovely) thread~ It is constantly updated as I like to make things tidy, so yeah! Also, I have all of my replies and starters drafted...but I won't be publishing them until after Christmas, because I know everyone won't be here. But yup! Merry Xmas if I haven't said that already. May you have a Happy New Year as well!! <3 //
isshushipping?
vomit / no way / don’t ship / ok / fucking cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / flawless / ship forever / i will ship them in hell
ooc; ...Oops. =u=;; Yeah, this is basically my OTP for N, uhh. But unlike some Isshu shippers, I don't hate on it's supposed 'rival ship.' Because that would be dumb. But uhmm...yeah. I really love Isshu like nobody's business!! I could probably write an essay about why I love them together, but I'll spare you guys on that, haha! It's a very tender ship just like Ferriswheel would be, and I think Touya would be like N's mentor in opening up the human world to him, and in so many ways, too. Just...be still, my heart. ; U ;
FerrisWheelShipping.
vomit / no way / don’t ship / ok / fucking cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / flawless / ship forever / i will ship them in hell
ooc; I think it's a really cute ship, actually! It is not my first ship for N, but I certainly do not object to it; I think it's okay~! I know there's always been a feud between Isshu and Ferriswheel, but...I honestly don't know why? I mean, the protagonist is basically...the same, just a male or female. So I don't really understand what's to fight about? I don't know. Heck, the world will never know. :-/
But all in all, I find it a very fluffy and cute! I don't like it when people sexualize it, though. Like...no. I envision it to be something sweet all around, and it would involve lots of amusement park dates and cheesy theater, musical, movie, cozying, cuddling things. =u=b
verdante disturbed you.
Oh great. Now Ghetsis’ good-for-nothing child was here. What other unfortunate events laid out in his path today? “What do you want?” Ghetsis snapped sourly as N stood there foolishly, looking at him with those childish eyes of his.
"Ah, Father, please forgive me," he immediately spat out. The words came out robotically, as if it were within his nature to always apologize to the one figure that he was so indebted to. N's head bowed to the ground in shame, not wanting to look up and see the cruel scowl that was probably furrowed across his father's face. "I...just wanted to inform you that a small fleet of our knights have gone off to pursue both the boy and girl that have caused trouble for us."
He bit his bottom lip then, restraining himself from giving out more information. After all, it would vex his father to the utmost degree if he learned that N had conversed with the enemy -- so much, in fact, that he had even come to learn their names.
"That...is all..."
