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Quatre R. Winner May 8 2009, 08:10 AM Post #1
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Quatre waited until Trowa was settled on the red, velvet couch before straightening to a full stand in attempt to peer over shuffling of the crowd. He could plainly see Sgt. Hatred's head over the sea of people by the dance floor.

"Rashid, Treize has been shot- we must..."

"I understand. I will take care of it, tend to your friend." Wolverine stated in his low, grumbling voice before walking away to deal with Sgt. Hatred and his neck.

Treize has been shot... It couldn't be true. But it must- the sound of Dorothy's voice screaming in horror had verified it. The memory made Quatre's skin crawl. He turned to look down at Trowa, studying his slack expression.

"I have to tell him I'm unfit-"


What had he meant by that? He carefully dropped down to kneel beside the couch where Trowa had been set to become at face level with his passed out companion. Gently he drew his hand up to check his pulse at the Carotid artery. He was fine, just asleep.

Quatre had never seen Trowa pass out drunk before. He knew he probably had, considering the quantities Trowa generally consumed at events like this but he himself had never witnessed it.

Had Trowa's sudden statement before falling out been a product of a drunken stupor?

"Unfit?" Quatre repeated aloud while running his hand over Trowa's cheek. His fingertips splayed apart to caress his temple and cheekbone, thumb dropping to settle at his jawline.

As he did he closed his eyes and sighed.

"Jim..." Spock whispered softly as his best friend's unconscious thoughts began to flood into his own mind, wild and hectic. Jim's mind was always difficult to navigate as it generally flowed like unfettered rapids, dangerous and undeterred.

Despite the character of the thoughts Spock could easily read them using the Vulcan Mind Meld, an ancient technique that all Vulcans had to master before at least their second pon farr.


A sudden realization came to Quatre as if Trowa's thoughts had been conducted through his very fingertips. Shocked, he pulled his hand away and stared at him.

"You were worried about protecting Dorothy and Anda. You thought that you would fail at it. That you were doing Treize a disservice."

Quatre heard the music start up hesitantly behind him from the dance floor. It made him frown. Once again, a party had been ruined by senseless violence.

Violence he could have prevented if E Gundam was permitted to exist.

The thought made him grip the edge of the couch in frustration and made him suddenly very aware of the tracking device on his ankle again.

He had to do something about this.

He was done submitting to authority. Authority didn't have a clue how to run the world. He did. Treize did.

Now Treize could be dead.

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Lasse Aeon May 11 2009, 01:17 PM Post #2
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Lasse had arrived at the party late. Very late. So late in fact he hadn't even heard the initial gun shot that had brought Treize down. No, he sauntered in with his old-school Batman costume just as a large man began raining bullets across the crowd before taking off in a giant, hovering tank.

What a party!

Such a dramatic play for the guests! Lasse hoped he would find a Robin floating somewhere among the crowd to team up with to act out a possible fight scene. As he mused on this he stepped over a fallen man in a suit, avoiding the growing pool of blood the best he could. This suit was an antique!

Wait, blood?

He stopped in his tracks and turned to look down at the body lying prone on the floor, unmoving. That dummy seemed awful realistic.

His nose twitched at the coppery scent of blood that wafted up from the body.

That was definitely not a prop. He began backing away in shock, his mind becoming lost in the screams and wild cries of the party-goers who were not acting, but were in fact on the brink of panic. How could this party have been shot up? Lasse hadn't even gotten to work on the Winner thing as of yet. Angry that his own mission was compromised by the now heightened level of security, he began to back up a few steps until he bumped into a lounge that served as a bed for a painfully thin looking Captain Kirk with a Black-haired Butler kneeling beside it.

"Excuse me, but what happened here?" He asked as he eyed the butler. Or was he a waiter?
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Quatre R. Winner May 11 2009, 01:27 PM Post #3
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Quatre heard the subsequent gunshots sounding over a screaming crowd, along with the shatter of a carafe of wine bursting as it was struck by a stray bullet. He threw himself over Cardboard!Trowa instinctively as the shots rang through the air and only sat up when the sound of a Hover Tank retreating met his ear. He heard his sister yelling for him somewhere in the distance and was just about to call out to her when someone spoke from over his shoulder.


"Excuse me, but what happened here?"



Quatre turned around quickly and looked up at a man dressed in funny gray pajamas. I mean, Batman.

"A madman attacked the party-" Quatre began, as if this fact wasn't obvious by the chaos that churned all around them, "And he has shot Treize Kushrenada."

He absently began trying to straighten the dent he had made in cardboard!Trowa's waist as he explained, eyes flickering over the crowd with worry. "I suppose this party is over. Do you mind, can you watch my friend while I see if anyone needs assistance?"

He didn't wait for an answer. Was that Colonel Sanders lying in a pool of his own blood? Quatre ran up to the fallen man to help, in his usual boyscout fashion.

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Quatre R. Winner May 15 2009, 04:36 PM Post #4
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Quatre returned to the couch just in time to see Batman standing idly beside Trowa. Was he about to poke Trowa's bang to see if it was real?

"Ahem." The blond cleared his throat to get the man's attention. He had wet the towel he had swiped from the bathroom in a bucket of ice water. He wrung it out over a potted plant before kneeling beside the couch, placing the cool cloth on Trowa's flat, cardboard brow.

"Thank you for watching him for me. I really appreciate it, Mister...?"

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Lasse Aeon May 15 2009, 04:42 PM Post #5
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Lasse had been studying the passed out man for a long time and was just about to poke his bang. After all, it looked like a cardboard visor or something. There was no humanly possible way the thing was real. It must have been a part of the costume...

"Ahem."

Lasse jumped at the sound of a voice from behind him and spun around guiltily. He was formulating an apology but didn't quite get to the final phase because his brain exploded into anxiety.

Quatre Winner!

The blond stood only a few feet away, staring at him accusingly.

"Thank you for watching him for me. I really appreciate it, Mister...?"

"Mister... um... Batman." Aeon blurted, his eyes downcast at the floor. What happened to the butler? He was obviously gone, and in his place stood the creator of that Gundam himself! He was unsure what to do, so the best thing was to retreat.

"Um, I would love to stay and chat but I think the Joker is trying to steal the crabcakes!" He exclaimed before darting away in a flurry of black cape.

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