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The Beginning of The First Order - 1x1 Mature

"Of course I brought cold weather gear with me, I'm not an amateur." For some reason Joran's voice didn't hold the same tone it normally would. Slowly he moved back to his feet as he sighed softly, moving to excuse himself from the area they were in. He felt it was his fault she had been distracted, something that she wouldn't openly admit, but he knew in his bones that was the case. His body language screamed of the fact that he was doing the blaming for her.

Opening his bags, he tossed her some spare gear he had specifically got for her as well. "It's hand tailored to match the normal attire, but more thermal than yours probably are. I didn't know if you were going to wear something different or needed anything." Now he felt like an idiot, since he knew she was going to be prepared, but something just told him to do it anyway. "I always like to over prepare for missions." He tried to cover the fact that he was worried about her.

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Joran's hands slowly glide over her soft skin as he could feel her grasp bearing down on his shoulders, but it hadn't been bad enough for her to really try and rip his shoulders out, so that was something. Slowly he looked up into her eyes and sighed a soft sigh. "How bad are your legs?"

Hearing how it had been her own Knights, his own anger had started to boil his blood, but he was keeping his cool. His own blame was on him, as he knew he was the reason she was weak. Why wouldn't it be his fault , after that night he had caught her off guard.

Softly he leaned forward and placed his lips against the biggest bruise on her stomach. He knew it wouldn't magically make it go away, but he wanted her to know just how much her wished she didn't have to feel the pain she was in. "Couldn't get me out of your mind?" He tried to joke, trying to be normal for her sake, yet it come out so half hearted, that he could feel the loathing nature his voice had taken, evident that he was in a loop of mentally berating himself.

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His hands were covered in the bacta by the time he was through with her back, but that didn't matter to him. What mattered to him was to reduce the swelling of her back. She actually made an audible noise when he had applied a smaller amount of pressure to make sure the bacta would do it's job. This worried him more than her just being this badly beat up.

Joran could see her tensing up, her fists balling as he sighed, not knowing what exactly to do in this scenario. She was now yelling at him to say something, to make jokes, to just say something, but his throat was completely constricted, something he had never experienced before in his life. Standing back up, he moved to the front of her body.

"Who did this?" Was his chosen words, as he slowly rolled the front of her shirt up to just under her chest, now his focus on her stomach, his hands trying to softly work around the bruises, hoping not to hurt her. "Hands on my shoulders." He knew she would need to grab down on something, or else she would probably dig her fingernails into her own hands, which would just do more damage to her hands.

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The way she pulled completely away from was something he wasn't use to seeing her do. It was almost as if his hands touching her caused her more pain. She moved towards the medical supplies, something that confused him more than anything, before she started to strip down in front of him. His eyes widened a bit as he could see the bruising all over her body, her knuckles looked like they had been broken at some point the night before.

No words were exchanged as he slowly stood up, and moved over towards her. His hands expertly grasped what she was working on softly as he moved behind her. Slowly, attempting to not cause her anymore pain, he started to apply the bactadpad to the worse spots all over her back, making sure that he moved her tanktop just so he could access the worse bruises.

The anger that was coursing through her was in his mind completely directed at him. The way she had screamed at him was more than enough to cause his mind to start to feel that dread sink back inside of him. His obvious existence had been offensive to her, and now she was trapped with him. Of course the hotel had been a one off experience. He'd caught her off guard, and now she was paying for that. Maybe he should just have forgotten everything he knew about the situation.

No words come from the smuggler as he continued to apply the medication to her body, his eyes held no emotion to them, yet his entire body language pointed at his own self-loathing nature coming to the forefront. He had never had any feeling like this before, but the person in front of him had been hurt, and he was blaming himself for it, not even knowing any of the details about what had happened.

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Meditation was not for Joran, it was not his game. It would never come naturally to him, and he had accepted that long ago. But right now, he just wanted to make sure he was calmed down. That was before he felt something touch his shoulder, which sent his instincts into overdrive as his hand slapped down on her forearm. His eyes didn't even immediately open as he was lost deep inside of the chaos that strew through his mind.

Though her voice was what brought her out of it. The way she had spoken his name startled him as his eyes ripped open from how deep a tranc he was in. "Don't sneak up on me." He quickly let go of her arm as he looked up at her, with a hint of an apologetic look to his eye. There was no way that would have normally hurt her though, which worried him a little more. "Are you alright?" He asked, now looking into her eyes, trying to see if she was going to give away anything.

Something wasn't right between them, as he could feel the harmony that was once there had been scattered to the wind. Whatever chemistry they had prior to this point had now seemed to be strained at the moment. "Sol.... What's wrong?" He asked softly as he put aside his own anger at what had happened the day before, because her well being was more important to him that his stupid ego. He slowly moved his hands to her arm, far more gently than he had when he'd grabbed at her.

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The entire night Joran had thought about the meeting, how she practically treated him like he hadn't even been in the room with the two. Did she really think so lowly of him as to not be willing to talk to him? A little bit of anger had carried over into his sleep, and his dreams hadn't helped him any.

When he had awoken the next morning, he could feel the dream had just been screaming. Solaras and Joran screaming at each other, and it was clear that she didn't see him as anything more than just another solider. So maybe that had something to do with his mood as he entered the ship and noticed her taking the captain's chair. That was fine with him, as he placed his four duffel bags full of gear he could possibly need.

The place they were headed was one of those planets he didn't want to visit, as he hated swampy places. Whatever he wore was going to be completely unusable after this shitty mission, but he knew how important Brendol was to the cause. So he sucked it up as he walked towards the front.

"All good back here." This was completely abnormal with Joran, as he had been one to be boisterous and not hold back in anything he did. This was subdued, as he softly placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "I think I'm going to hangout back here and meditate."

There was a sense of unease inside of him, as he didn't know what to do when it come to ever situation that they were in. He didn't know how to control his powers, and she was suppose to be helping him with that. Thought they both knew he was far too prideful to outright ask her for help, especially after last night.

Card Captor in Wonderland 1x1

The gleeful smile only seemed to get larger as he looked over Alice after making the comment about such a debate. "I never get involved with gossip." Of course he had modified the quote a bit, but it would make more sense in the setting they were in. Looking between the two of them, he shrugged his shoulders slightly. "I can't help it. It just comes natural when your last name is Cheshire."

"But of course I come from Wonderland High!" Of course he couldn't resist, as he just watched Alice, enjoying the fact that he wasn't going to be the only one that kept getting these references from now on. "At least we can share the pain of always having random things said to us about our wonderous adventures in Wonderland, my dear." He gave her a slight wink as he turned his attention back to Yoichi.

"I don't do normal, it's very overrated. Where I use to live we had a Queen, and there was this madman. Not to mention this cat that kept talking in riddles. It got very confusing at times." Maybe he was playing it all up way too much, and Alice was going to eventually just snap. "Sorry. I'm just some kid that has some inheritance and needed a change in scenery is all." A little bit of sadness sunk into the words as he spoke, but he shook it off immediately.

"So Magical Girls live here, or just the one?" He asked, now curious as to what the hell was going on in this town.

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"Don't get me wrong, I'm in this to the end, but I just realized, I can't go back to just being a behind the scenes player. My face is going to be plastered everywhere now. You know that just as well as I do. I guess this means I'm going to be charging the front lines along side you. It's harder to do my job in a scenario where everyone knows who you are. Unless I get a face change... and I kinda really like this one. It suits me." Joran waved his hand across his face as he sighed. "I mean, this handsome face is now high up on the First Order's list, whether they want that or not. You at least have a mask you can hide behind."

"I might supply the troops, but that's certainly going to be much harder now, unless I got to some back-water planets that no one cares about, where we'll get some starving kids off the streets. It's not going to be the greatest play for me anymore. Maybe I should take up more of a morale-boosting approach? They see me on the front lines, someone that doesn't have to be there, but is willing to be there. I'm sure the New Republic will also be affected by the presence of someone they deemed a politician for the Order to be on the fronts." He looked over at her and shrugged softly.

"Oh well, just food for thought."

Card Captor in Wonderland 1x1

Ikuto was definitely use to the hounding of random esoteric questions of his life, stuff that he would never been asked at any other school he had been to, yet seemed to be the most important thing to ever happen in this school. He was infinitely thankful when the blond had seemingly ran everyone else off by turning to talk to him.

"Volleyball captain, eh? I plan to take over Basketball and Soccer within the week." Without blinking, the moment she introduced her friend as someone named Alice, his lips broke into a smile that seemed disproportionate to his face, while it almost seemed like he had cat-like ears for a single moment, before they were gone.

"And a very welcome to Wonderland to you, dear Alice." Though tapping his finger towards his chin, he chuckled softly as he slowly lean back in his seat. "Now are you 'the' Alice I wonder?" He opened his eyes and gave her a rather charming wink, as he turned his attention back towards Yoichi. "It's a pleasure to meet you both." He truly meant those words as he allowed the breath to escape his lips that he had been holding in for the moment.