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002 - [Action/Voice]
[Late in the morning, only just after he had his morning coffee and just fixed toast for breakfast, Teddy had been surprised to find himself being shoved out of the apartment by his own boyfriend. Soon, he found himself blinking at the front door, a piece of cinnamoned toast still in his hand as the post-it note with his name beside Billy's door sign fluttered mournfully to the ground.
He got out a pitiful whine and forlornly posted the note back up before he ushered himself outside, finishing his toast in the meantime.
During the day, Teddy can be found at multiple places. The first is the Battledome, where he fiddles with the settings, some as harmless as a movie theater and some as dangerous as a warzone, but he doesn't fully go through with them. He's merely going through the options for later use. He may mutter to himself about how this must be what the Danger Room is like, and he may even be up for a light spar or something different if someone found him.
The second is Seventh Heaven, where he eats a light lunch of a small burger with fries, and he's a little proud of how he didn't compare it to New York's food outloud. It doen't mean he doesn't think it, though, and he spends more time subtly people watching and listening to conversations than really focusing on food and what the homelife was like. When he's done, he doodles a few musical notes on a napkin, again to possibly be used at a later date, before he stuffs that in his pocket.
The final place is on the roof of the school. He's not doing much of anything up there, just sitting with his legs pulled up and looking out over the village.
Teddy still can't help marveling over how different this place is from what he's used to. There aren't any sounds of car alarms or horns, no distant conversations or laughter, no police sirens or a far off explosion from an invading force (though, Teddy thinks to himself, he ought to be more thankful for the lack of the latter). Occasionally at night, he still wakes up and thinks that it's too quiet, too dark. And he really hopes he's not the only one who thinks that way.
With that thought in mind, Teddy reaches behind him to take the journal, left open in case Billy decides to let him back into the apartment, and decides to address the masses.]
Does anyone else feel seriously out of place here, or am I just being weird? And I don't mean the whole, "being held captive and having to suffer through lame shifts", but just the setting in general. Anyone else out there come from a home that's completely different from a village straight out of Golden Sun?
[He decides then that he'll chat with people for a while, then venture off the roof and see if Billy will allow him back inside. Not that Teddy knows what he did to deserve being kicked outside, but maybe he can beg for forgiveness enough to be let back in.]
He got out a pitiful whine and forlornly posted the note back up before he ushered himself outside, finishing his toast in the meantime.
During the day, Teddy can be found at multiple places. The first is the Battledome, where he fiddles with the settings, some as harmless as a movie theater and some as dangerous as a warzone, but he doesn't fully go through with them. He's merely going through the options for later use. He may mutter to himself about how this must be what the Danger Room is like, and he may even be up for a light spar or something different if someone found him.
The second is Seventh Heaven, where he eats a light lunch of a small burger with fries, and he's a little proud of how he didn't compare it to New York's food outloud. It doen't mean he doesn't think it, though, and he spends more time subtly people watching and listening to conversations than really focusing on food and what the homelife was like. When he's done, he doodles a few musical notes on a napkin, again to possibly be used at a later date, before he stuffs that in his pocket.
The final place is on the roof of the school. He's not doing much of anything up there, just sitting with his legs pulled up and looking out over the village.
Teddy still can't help marveling over how different this place is from what he's used to. There aren't any sounds of car alarms or horns, no distant conversations or laughter, no police sirens or a far off explosion from an invading force (though, Teddy thinks to himself, he ought to be more thankful for the lack of the latter). Occasionally at night, he still wakes up and thinks that it's too quiet, too dark. And he really hopes he's not the only one who thinks that way.
With that thought in mind, Teddy reaches behind him to take the journal, left open in case Billy decides to let him back into the apartment, and decides to address the masses.]
Does anyone else feel seriously out of place here, or am I just being weird? And I don't mean the whole, "being held captive and having to suffer through lame shifts", but just the setting in general. Anyone else out there come from a home that's completely different from a village straight out of Golden Sun?
[He decides then that he'll chat with people for a while, then venture off the roof and see if Billy will allow him back inside. Not that Teddy knows what he did to deserve being kicked outside, but maybe he can beg for forgiveness enough to be let back in.]
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All right, all right. [He moves his foot to give her ankle a light tap, like a gentle kick, then grins.] It's one of the reasons. But it just sounds convenient, no matter how you look with it. Showers are lot easier now, aren't they?
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[The 'kick' earns a soft chuckle from her. Really, it was like she was sitting across from Ellimere during study period.]
It's true, they are a lot shorter at the very least, although Adele has got me to start using conditioner now.
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[He says it with a few jabs of the fry before thanking it for proving its point by eating it. Truth be told, the only reason Teddy knows and loves conditioner is because his mother used it and made him use it too, possibly because she just figured everyone does it.]
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[Family matters always had the potential to be sensitive but Sabriel has never really known what having a mother was like until she met Adele so...please don't mind her curiosity, Teddy.]
Are you close with your mother?
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Are you close with your mother?
Are, huh...
Then the smile faintly comes up again, though it looks much more like a fond sadness, and he lets his gaze drift to the table.]
Yeah... I was.
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That's a look she knows well, only because she's felt much the same since she arrived in Luceti. She lowers her gaze for a moment, scarred fingers fidgeting with her sleeve before she looks up with a bittersweet smile.]
I...was close with my father too. I never knew my mother.
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... But somehow, hearing that, flipped yet the same, it... makes him want to talk.]
It's... pretty much the opposite with me. I was close with my mother... and I never knew my father. He died before I was born.
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It's a strange coincidence that their experiences, though reversed, would be so similar.]
Mother died when I was born. Father and I lived together with a group of travelers before I was sent to Wyverly College when I was five. He visited every month though.
[Through spiritual projection yes, but it's better than nothing.]
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[Good lord, is she some kind of crouching scholar, hidden genius or something?]
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[She's just a 'privileged young lady' Teddy, that's all.]
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[Not exactly college, but still awesome. If only he got to learn Fighting Arts, Charter magic and Aviation as a kid, oh my god.]
You girls sure get to learn all the fun stuff. [He gives a brief grin; he knows, it's probably just something from her world.
And then it fades again, as he gets back to the original topic.]
My mom...
[And there's a pause. Should he really say it? "My mom isn't really my real mom - my real mom is the empress of an alien race and I was probably sentenced to death right when I was born and she charged her nanny to take care of me and sent me to Earth to protect me, so nanny-mom didn't really know anything about Earth"?
He isn't really sure how that would go, so he tries something else.]
My mom wasn't really... native. So she didn't know much about what the cultures of our country did, but she still did the best she could for me. You don't really think about that kind of thing, you know? She's just "mom", no matter how much she might not know.
[He lowers his head, gaze focused on the edge of the table closest to him.]
She died not long before I got here. She was killed.
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[Ah, Billy had mentioned to her before that Teddy had been...well, not from Earth, but as far as Sabriel is concerned he was like Luke. No real difference that mattered in her mind, they were still human. Sabriel listens quietly as he speaks, her eyes soft and more than a little sad as he describes his mother. She sounded like a good woman, caring, like all parents should be.]
I'm so sorry Teddy.
[Lowering her gaze to the table she fights to push her words past a knot in her throat, taking a deep breath to try and keep her voice even. She hadn't intended to bring up such grim conversation but there was so much she could relate to and there had only ever been one or two people she has been able to mention this too...and not even Adele knew the details behind her Father's death.]
Father was...he died the day I came here. Within the hour, in fact. It was only a matter of time before death caught up to him but he sacrificed himself so that my companion and I could escape.
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No kid this young should lose a parent, especially the only one family they have left in the world.]
Mom was trying to protect me. Someone was after me, someone powerful. We tried to hide in Billy's apartment, but he found us anyway, and he was holding my best friend hostage. And mom...
[Mom was revealed to be a Skrull. She said - "The empress ordered me to protect him, even from the likes of you!"
And then
"Consider your orders terminated."
"MOM!"
...]
I was taken anyway.
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I know what it's like to be hunted, to have no safe place and...a responsibility you cannot run from.
[Her hand tightens around his.]
He was Abhorsen. I didn't know until he had gone missing that it was his title and not his name. Now I am Abhorsen, and the last of my family.
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His own hand tightens as well - though he's careful, seeing how he has his strength and her burns to worry about.]
So am I.
[I've lost everything in the world except my team and the love of my life.]
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For every shadow that falls upon someone's life there is also a light.]
We may be the last but we are not alone. You have Billy...and I'm glad he's here for you.
[Both in Luceti and in general. She's glad, honestly happy that Teddy can have that happiness at least, even if she can't.]
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So when he looks up, there's a mild smile on his face, too.]
Thanks. You're not alone either. You know that, right? You have a lot of friends with you... and me, too.
[After all, he can't help feeling a close sort of connection now that they had this conversation.]
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[They seem to be cut from the same cloth, given the same hardships and sorrows even if they are from different worlds. Whatever it was, they were sturdy; they'd take the wear and tear that life threw at them.]
It's almost a relief to be able to talk about this with you...if that makes any sense.