Metanoia (Part III)

Winchester, England.
2010.

“You’re getting the hang of it,” Sarah Nakamura encouraged, watching as the slender woman in front of her set the floating branch on fire. “Excellent! You’re the first supernatural being I know who could manifest all four elements,” she mused. “Earth, Water, Wind and Fire. You’re excellent. The one who Turned you knew what he was doing,” she continued appreciatively. “Daniel’s going to be pleased to hear this.” Extinguishing the flames with a single finger flick, Sarah watched as the vampire lowered the branch onto the soft grass.

“When’s he coming around?”

“Maybe tomorrow, if we’re lucky. He tracked that other guy in LaFont,” she explained. Sarah shook out her wild blonde hair, eyeing her friend with curious crimson eyes. “Some business with his clan and all that. Why?”

“I’m going to need him to track someone for me.”

“…you don’t mean-”

“Yes. Him.” the woman turned to her, her own golden eyes gleaming in the sunlight. “He owes me an explanation for what he’s done. And I can’t forgive him so easily for that.”

“But you have to let him go,” Sarah tried. “It’s his fault he left you behind! Why would you even chase after him after all that he’s done?”

The woman sighed.

“He’s my Mate. Simple as that. Either I break it off with him myself, or wait until he fatally dies and melts in the sunlight.” She answered bluntly.

“Let’s hope the latter happens-” Sarah stopped mid sentence, seeing a younger girl run up to her friend, hugging her legs. “…is that…?”

Smiling, Arianne Marie picked her up and cuddled her in her arms.

“Woman, where have you been hiding this bundle of joy?” Sarah cooed, pinching the smaller girl's cheeks.

“Adopted. Ever since…you know, I decided to take her in,” she replied. “Erica Mae.”

“So she…”

“No. Never. I won’t.”

“But what if-”

“I won’t.”

Her reply was icy this time.

Biting her lip, Sarah could only nod.  

Metanoia (Part II)

Tokyo, Japan.
2010.

She was thankful to go home early for once.

Leaving the lollipop wrapper in the other seat, a black-haired lady kept driving as she ate the apple-flavored sweet, removing her sunglasses and keeping her eyes on the road as she continued driving down the road, away from the office and closer to where she lived. The lights of Tokyo eventually faded away, trees greeting her and calming her down in the slightest.

“Jean Onix, you better have some drinks for me by the time I get back,” a woman complained as she drove home. A woman’s voice came from her phone and she rolled her eyes, ending the call and tossing the phone into the other seat. The black sports car zoomed across the roads of Tokyo, the woman taking sharp turns until she reached the street where she lived.

The red apartment looked like it was waiting for her presence. After smoothly parking into her usual spot, the woman turned off the engine and got out, locked the car doors and swept her streaked green hair into a high ponytail.

From the outside, she could hear rock music playing. A low chuckle left her lips and she entered the house, taking off her coat and hanging it by the door.

“Lock the fucking thing, I don’t want to wake up next to a murdered body when I rise in the morning,” another person yelled from the kitchen. And she did so, dropping the keys into a glass bowl and removing her heels right after, carrying them as she walked in.

A tangled mess of black curls greeted her, the other woman finishing up on her drinks. Jean smirked as she walked inside, pointing down at the rather tall glass she had prepared for her roommate.

“Something new I devised at work. And the idiots still don’t know that I was the woman fortunate enough to escape the bastards.”

“To be fair, you’ve changed your appearance a bit,” she replied easily, sitting on the bar stool and letting her shoes drop on the floor with a soft thud.

Metanoia (Part I)

Ambridge University, New York City.
2009.

If her typing didn’t stop, he’d probably jump out of the nearest window, pull a BBC Sherlock and come back after two years of disputed hiatus and mindless theories.

But that would be a mess to explain (and survived), so the male student could only resist the urge to bang his head against the wall.

Click clack click clack click. Clack click. Clack clack clack...

“You need to catch a break, woman,” Blake Williams groans as he watches the girl type endlessly on her Mac. “Jesus. That isn’t even due for a week. Are they killing you over at ForSci or something?” No response. Rolling his eyes, Blake bounced back on her roommate’s bed. “Huh. No wonder Luke hasn’t been getting some lately. Speaks why he’s such in a cranky mood,” he cackled.

“Fuck off, Blake.”

“Ooh, touchy.”

The lady turned to him with a raised brow, her thick-frame glasses nearly falling off. After pushing it back, she retorted, “I don’t see you working on your own thesis, B.”

“Thesis, shmesis. I’ve got a week left, darling. I work best under pressure.”

“Mhm, sure. Keep saying that,” she muttered, turning back to her laptop and typing. “Seen Luke or Madeleine around? I need to proofread her thesis, and he needs to proofread mine.” The boy shrugged, picking up a stray magazine and flipping through the pages, uninterested.

“I think they’re getting coffee or something.”

“Now I remember.” She backspaced and inserted a few more words, “I wonder how you’re able to cope. I mean, if I took freaking Medical Science I would probably be on coffee and whatever.”

“I just do. Or it’s my passion in the human body that helps me get through it.”

The Arzens of the Universe

~Alpha~

Name: Arianne Maxine Venura

Shoujo Race: Sky

*Canon Parallel: Erimentha Survoler

Face Claim: Janella Salvador

~Beta~

Name: Monika Arzen Venura

Shoujo Race: Lightning

Canon Parallel: Eri Blitzschnell

Face Claim: Julia Barretto

~Delta~

Name: Monika Katarina Venura

Shoujo Race: Sun

*Canon Parallel: Eridanus Luceat

Face Claim: Liza Soberano

~Gamma~

Name: Monika Adrienne Venura

Shoujo Race: Snow

*Canon Parallel: Eridani Schnee

Face Claim: Shaina Magdayao

*Canon Parallels + Shoujo Race are headcanon assumptions!

Jonathan and Elizabeth

Jonathan Maxwell was thankful that he had moved into a dorm for the semester.

“You be good, John. Come home for the usual holidays,” his father reminded him, patting his son on the back. The black-haired man could only nod and gave his father one last smile before the older man left, Jonathan heaving a relieved sigh and falling back into his bed. Jesus. The old man would never give him a break.

“Oi, Johnny boy! You in there or what?”

“Come in, Parker.” Almost immediately a blonde boy burst into the room, grinning widely and wheeling in a giggling brunette. Jonathan raised a brow. “Who’s this lovely miss you stole away from the eatery?”

“This,” Parker announced, “is Celia.” Celia wasn’t bad-looking at all. She was definitely shorter than Jonathan’s 5’11, blonde curls bouncing off her shoulders, tips a faded blue. “Celia and I hooked up this summer – ow!” 

“Hooked up is a nasty term,” she complained, “We met and decided to have a relationship.”

“Okay, okay.” He winked at Jonathan, “Met Celia in the countryside. Turns out she’d study here too, so why the hell not?”

“It’s great to meet you, Jonathan,” Celia beamed at him, and they shook hands. “What’re you taking up?”

“Economics,” the man replied. “Going to be a banker.”

“Johnny boy’s into the boring stuff,” Parker interrupted, yawning loudly to emphasize. “Nothing like good old Architecture to get you really in. Coffee and noodles have been my best friend since first year.”

“That’s old American bullshit, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. But what else can I get? Your lucky ass is loaded and shit,” Parker looked at Celia, “Maxwell here is loaded. I’m surprised he’s even going to college.”

Jonathan gave a hard look. “Education isn’t that easy to come across.”

“I agree, cut him some slack.” Celia elbowed Parker, “Besides, it’s going to help him get richer in the future. Didn’t you tell me he nearly got perfect in his A-levels?”

“Christ, Celia, don’t tell him that-”

“It’s not exactly an achievement,” Jonathan muttered sheepishly, pink dusting his cheeks.

“To me, it is. Nearly banged up mine – that’s what I like in a guy – intelligence. Not that I’m flirting when I have this goof,” she smirked at Parker, who had the decency to grin, “He’s enough for me.”

“You’re sweet, babe. Wanna head out with us, Jonathan? Go out for some lunch?”

Jonathan looked back at his room, currently undecorated.

Ah, blast it.

“I’m game.”

Querencia: A Fanmix for Technika

Blogger's Note: This is simply a fanmix that contains ten tracks

that gets me into the Technika mood whenever I have to write. Therefore,

no lyrics are needed for analysis, especially since some tracks are merely BGMs. :)

Modes of Persuasion: Squad A

"You'll be great. You'll be amazing and successful, even though you think you aren't. Listen to me. I was a failure back then. The laughing stock of my team. They used me as some kind of nanny, making me fetch coffee and do their dirty work. But I kept pushing. I nearly fell off a building just to prove myself. I shot a man, and it was against my will to do so. After the case, I was respected and was eventually signed on here to train new agents. So if some guy like me was able to make it all the way here, then I'm willing to risk my life just to see you succeed in your own."

"We've seen the same scenario in the Koboyashi case five months ago. All that we've found point to one suspect, and this is our only chance of finding him. We've studied this day and night, sent whatever we could find back and forth to Thomas and the other forensics...I can bring out the folder and show you myself. Have you seen the results? The way of killing? The evidence we were able to find? All of it matches up to one person, and one person only. And I won't rest until I find the bastard, by myself or not."

"Listen, buddy. My dad has been part of the NYPD ever since I could remember. He taught me how to shoot, and I've learned a lot from my old man. I've been working here since I was twenty-two. It's been four years, I'm under one of the highest ranking squads, and my records are good enough. I'm working with forensic scientists, police, and have encountered so much shit - failure, death, and a few injuries here and there. So don't even try to tell me that I know jack about what I'm doing.