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 Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2026 4:06 pm
He really had very little reason for being powered, other than perhaps strolling around the city with some amount of safety granted to him by being powered up. He could sense danger, and potentially escape it, while also perhaps keeping some chaos away from him and his energy. He wasn't going to space tonight but he was trying to avoid going home, if he could he'd never go home, the place didn't feel like home and yet due to a lack of anything else to call it - the place was home. What a situation he was in...
Soon it would be over though, he'd be eighteen soon, once he was of age he could leave. He just had to hope he survived it, because he was fairly certain his family would try and kill him. There dislike of him, and want for what he was due, he knew well. Walking stick in hand, tapping at the ground as he walked, the squire was strolling through a small little park with the hopes of wasting away his time so when he did return home everyone would be asleep. He could help himself to some food, he was good at not making noise even when cooking, before locking himself in his room to eat and get to bed. Soon he wouldn't need to do this, to behave as such, he'd have his freedom and have a home. He just needed to make it till fall; till October.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2026 7:41 pm
Windsor wasn’t great at learning lessons. They were once again dancing to some music in their earbuds and not paying an ounce of attention to the fact that there was someone else walking, but at least this time the person walking was also powered so there was a small jolt of realization and their eyes popped open. “Woah hey!”
It wasn’t pretty, the half skip, half trip that it took to not bump into the squire, but Windsor ended it with a grin, as per usual and a great show of jazz hands. “Sorry about that! Music, you know. Can’t help it, when the tunes get me…I’m not in control of where I end up.”
The earbuds were removed safely this time and stored in their case before being put back into subspace and Windsor extended hand. “Windsor. Of Cosmos! Nice to meet you!”
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2026 8:02 pm
Someone was close, very close, just how close he didn't know until they startled himj out of his thoughts by nearly walking into him. Jumping a bit his blue eyes turned to the figure, right before he turned to face them fully, the teen took a moment to glance over them. That uniform...those colors...he didn't know to whom they belonged, nor did he care, thoe pastels though were offensive in some way. Not too say he loved his uniform, it could be darker, but at least he wasn't dressed in pastels that stood out ike a becon.
"Yeah, music while wandering like that. That's a good way to get killed." Were they an idiot? He understood people having earbuds in, some people had them in far too often, but to have them in and playing music when when powered up? When you knew you got distracted by music? That seemed like a sure fire way to get dead, and fast, did they simply have a wish to die or were they trying to bait chaos to him?
Watching as the earbuds came uot, and were put away, the fair eyed teen nodded his head once. "Santa Maria Novella - Ganymede." He knew he had a princess, one who was alive, but he'd never seen them nor did he much care. Infact he had an issue with emotions in general, which he knew, so it wasn't an insult to the princess. He was sure they were lovely, or maybe not, but they were alive and all that. Maybe one night he'd cross paths with them, though he hoped not, he was certain however that if they met ever they would find im rather cool if not cold in demenor....much like how this knight was likely to view him. His voice lacked in emotion and his pale eyes just watched silently.
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2026 9:14 pm
Windsor wasn’t expecting…this. A good way to get killed? Seriously?
They reeled backwards and made a face as though they had bitten into something horribly sour. Then the Squire spat out a string of words that didn’t make much sense…was that his name? Santa Maria Novella Ganymede? Thank goodness they were just Windsor. It was something easy to remember. Easy to say.
“Uh. Yeah. I guess. Saying I’m gonna be killed though, that’s a bit much don’t you think? Clearly, if there’s going to be a fight, I’m pretty useless for it regardless but, like. Giving in to my music isn’t going to do me any harm. I stopped myself before I bumped into you. I can feel the different auras and things. I’m not completely dumb.”
It was true. Mostly true. Kind of true?
True enough.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2026 10:07 am
Raising a brow, as if silently asking f they were serious, it took a moment before he spoke again. "Yes, you did miss me and yes you can sense them. A general can sense you before you can sense them. They can teleport. They can better sense your direction." He knew they were better, generals, and could close the distance much faster and by general stage he assumed their willingness to kill; something which rivaled his wish to remove his own family.
"They are also far more willing to kill you than you are them." He was certain of that fact, at least with this one, and his tone said all that. He however would kill if need be, he wasn't looking for a fight and never would, but he wasn't about to die at the hands of anyone. His family had yet to do it, not for lack of wanting him dead and perhaps even trying, and he was rather unwilling to let anyone have his life. It was a matter of spite really.
"I didn't say you were dumb, did I?" Again his brow perked up as he looked the other over. Did he really need to speak the way he did? No. Did he need to raise his brows when he did? No. Did he do both those things though - yes. Did he care what someone else thought of him - not one damn bit. That would mean having an emotion, a feeling, which he was certain he didn't have...or just had so little of that a thimble could measure.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2026 2:53 pm
Windsor was absolutely channeling the girl who didn’t care about Disneyland right now as they looked at Santa Maria Novella Ganymede. This was seriously giving like, scary stories around a campfire vibe and really? Windsor wasn’t here for it. Maybe if it had been delivered a bit better, or maybe if this guy had any kind of like…spooky vibe to him but…
Really, the vibes were off. So far off that Windsor half wondered if the reason that he knew ‘so much’ about how ‘great and powerful’ Generals were, was because he was actually two dwarf generals in a trench coat, and really?
Honestly Windsor could see it, and it made sense.
“Look, I never said I wasn’t willing to kill someone. I’d just have to be creative about it because I don’t really have a gun or anything like that to make the whole making them dead thing easy. But–” Windsor cracked out a laugh and shook their head. “You literally said it with your face, dude. I’m great at reading rooms, and really great at talking my way out of–”
They paused and gave Santa Maria Novella Ganymede– SMNG for short, that same ‘I don’t care about Disneyland’ look. “...Most things, so I doubt a General would be much of an issue after being slaughtered by my charm.
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2026 7:31 pm
Well, the other was right about having to be creative in killing someone in the Negaverse. Without weapons it would take some effort, and imagination potentially as well, but he still couldn't see this knight killing someone. "While I will give you a point for mentioning that creativity is needed, I still do not see you as killing anyone." Even if someone was trying to kill him. He might fight back, as most people would, but killing someone...nope.
"Charm?" Questioning, as if he didn't see any charm to speak of, he was seriously wondering about this one. "For your sake I do hope you don't try and charm any generals. I doubt it'd go well." He also hoped they were not actually being honest about trying to charm his way out of being killed, though it might be mildly entertaining to see.
"I do hope, for your sake, that you live through this fighting and see it to the end."
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2026 7:34 pm
Wow. Wow. Way to send a missile right at Windsor’s ego. But, it was fine. It didn’t matter what this…SNAG…Santa…claus…whatever! What this dude thought of them. And really…yeah, no.
“Yeah uh. Thanks. I’m just…gonna go.”
Windsor ran a hand through their hair and turned around, walking off without another word.
God, some people were just…mean. And like, obviously not as secure with themselves as Windsor was.
A moment later, their earbuds were back in, and they were once again dancing down the road. As they should be.
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