[hr][hr] [center][h1][color=darkorange]Agron Wilson[/color], [color=E4A44D]Naevia Udaku[/color] and [color=Orange]Barca Xavier[/color][/h1] [img]http://theshieldsvoice.weebly.com/uploads/7/8/9/6/7896458/9544387.gif[/img][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/ba7f1119ce835171104346b7d16e93fc/tumblr_nnou0gxmRR1ti5goso1_250.gif[/img][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/3d/8b/fc/3d8bfc5d3f033d5eb14be6c35a4515fb.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] The Front Gates; The Academy. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Agron Wilson ([@YoshiSkittlez]), Barca Xavier ([@Caits]).[/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Start again..? Narrowing her eyes slightly as she began to dwell upon his words, Naevia kept her rather intense gaze upon the man stood before her, watching on as he slowly placed the cage back down on the ground. He seemed willing enough to try and fix what it was he had done wrong… what it was that had upset her… perhaps she could at least give him the chance to explain himself further than he had. A telepath… that was something she had never come across before in her past. What he was-... everything that he was saying to her about his powers; it only helped to confuse her as he continued on. Closing off his mental shields..? She saw no metal upon his head. Her gentle features scrunching up lightly in her confusion, she relaxed her fist down at her side, her head tilting lightly to the side as she let her mind wander over what he was asking- he wanted to start again..? Understanding dawning over her as he offered his name to her, Naevia calmed, her posture relaxing visibly as she opened her mouth to speak, only then to be cut off as the sound of a familiar voice cut through her like a dagger to the heart. I-It couldn’t be… he was dead… Her suspicions confirmed when the sound of Kovu’s joyful roars filled the air, she turned her head to the side, first only looking behind her through the corner of her eyes before finally, she turned to face the man standing over her. N-No… i-it wasn’t possible… Lifting her hand up, she hesitated, seeming to second guess herself before reaching out, her palm opening so that she could place it upon his chest, resting it over his heart as she spoke, her voice barely more than a disbelieving whisper as she lifted her gaze to meet with his own, [color=E4A44D]“..Agron…”[/color] Well... she seemed willing to at least listen to him, which was something to say the least. It meant he had a chance... and she was thinking in English, at least... so he could follow her thoughts. She didn't know what a telepath was? He wasn’t quite sure what to do with that… everyone he knew knew what a telepath was… it left him a little flustered. And her confusion was confusing him… how did she get metal from mental? He stood there, trying to figure everything out. When he thought he had it… the language barrier, of course. Well, he’d definitely have to make sure his father heard about this, and helped him learn the language she spoke. So this didn’t happen again. Just as it seemed she was going to give him a chance... someone joined them, claiming to know her. Barca stood there a moment, tilting his head and trying to assess the situation, and twist it to his advantage. He raised an eyebrow at the guy that interrupted, [color=orange]"Sorry, sir, I don't believe we've met. If we had, you'd realise I don't tend to give up easily"[/color] He said, and that was all he said, becoming aware that the girl was… distressed? It was hard to tell… so he fell silent, watching and waiting. Barca’s little mosquito buzzing fell upon deaf ears. She was there - touching him - staring up at him with those beautiful brown eyes he never thought he would see again. Giving his little sister a soft smile, Agron raised his hand to tuck a strand of her brown hair back and behind her ear, his fingertips gently grazing back against her cheek as he pulled it back to his person. [color=darkorange]“I’ve missed you, Malaika.”[/color] Surely this was but a trick of the eye... though the mere feeling of his fingers brushing across her flesh only helped to prove her wrong in her assumption. He was here... right here; standing before her, both safe and well considering all that had happened... considering all that was supposed to have happened... Unable to help the familiar sting as her dark gaze began to glisten with tears, she lifted her free hand from her side, her soft lips parting ever so slightly from one another as she reached up, gently cupping the side of his face, her head tilting lightly to the side as she did what she could to keep some semblance of control over her emotions, [color=E4A44D]"..I-... I believed you dead..."[/color] [color=darkorange]“I had to be. To protect you. H.I.V.E. was in way too deep - they would come for you.”[/color] Feeling her hand coming up to hold the side of his face, Agron raised the opposite to hold her cheek gently to his palm, his thumb extending far enough to gently wipe away the tears that began to spill. [color=darkorange]“The treaty came out - I had a few loose ends to tie up. My father was here, and I knew you to be as well. I had to come see you again.”[/color] Barca frowned, as he was ignored by both of them. The guy, her brother it seemed from their thoughts, ignored him totally, while she seemed to have just completely forgotten that he was there. Neither pleased him. Barca looked down to Glaber, the owl no help to what he should do, still sound asleep. He looked back up, frowning. What had been his name? Aragog? Barca shook his head, no that wasn't right, and that thought brought up millions of written words to do with Aragog... and he sighed. having no idea what to do here, but knowing he didn't want to walk away. Finally, he cleared his throat, [color=orange]”Ah”[/color] There really was no polite way to interrupt here, and Barca, [color=orange]”I don’t mean to be rude, but… I’m still here”[/color] He shifted, [color=orange]”And… Well, we can continue our conversation later, if you wish… I still don’t have your name”[/color] He said, although he had no intention of leaving... this was merely getting more interesting, and it had already been incredibly interesting to begin with. Her attention torn from her brother at the sound of another’s voice, Naevia turned her head, her dark gaze flicking back to meet with that of Barca as he spoke to the both of them, her hand slipping from her brother’s cheek to instead rest upon his chest, her body pressing just that little bit closer against his as the actual words spoken registered within her mind. Had she truly been so taken by her brother’s sudden reappearance..? [color=E4A44D]“..Naevia…”[/color] Shooting a glance back up at her brother as though contemplating on whether or not she should have actually answered, she turned back to Barca, taking pause for a few moments longer before she completed her answer, giving him the information that he was seeking from her, [color=E4A44D]“..my name is Naevia Udaku…”[/color] Her attention being ripped from him by the bug, Agron turned his thick neck to look down at the boy. Sallow skin, lanky, pointed nose that apparently didn’t know how to stay out of other people’s business… Agron sneered, his body tensing slightly as Naevia answered him. [color=darkorange]“You’ll do well to remember that, kid. A princess high above your mark. The same, though, cannot be said for you.”[/color] Kovu, who had been quietly sitting at Agron’s knee, looked Barca over, though with the agitation in his owner’s voice, the large lion heaved himself up and onto his fours, taking a few steps forward as to put a barrier between them. Words once more came unbidden to Barca’s mind, once more triggered by one word. He had long since got use to it happened, and no longer reacted visible to it. [i]Udaku… [/i]. He wasn’t surprised to find information not only on Naevia, but her father. The famous Black Panther. He quickly shifted through the information, but once more before he got the chance to speak, her brother spoke up. Barca looked to him, taking the ridicule thrown towards him, and deciding that he wouldn’t be intimidated. [color=orange]”You do not know the measure of me.”[/color] A saying came to his mind, and he let the words flow from his mouth [color=orange]”Tell me how you measure me, and I will tell you how I will behave. If you measure me in an illogical way... do not complain about illogical behaviour. You cannot judge someone based on one experience”[/color] The lion was a little worrisome, but Barca kept his gaze on Agron. [color=darkorange]“I will measure you by the pints of blood I spill upon these grounds!”[/color] Agron snarled, dropping his hand from his sister to reach back to one of the twin blades he had resting on his back. [color=E4A44D]“Agron..!”[/color] Her attention snapping back to her brother the very moment she felt his touch slipping from her body, Naevia pressed herself closer against his body, her own lifting up upon the balls of her feet as she reached a hand out, quickly though ever gently taking a hold of his wrist as she attempted to stay his blade and hold his eye, [color=E4A44D]“..utulivu ndugu, naomba…”[/color] Eyes wild - a look that didn’t at all belong to him - Agron looked back upon his sister, nostrils flared and chest heaving. Kovu let out a roar of frustration, putting to voice Agron’s very emotions. His dark eyes looked between his sister’s and the blonde runt, and then back to his sister’s again. Her hand, so soft to the touch, attempting to stay his arm. He could toss her aside with the sweep of his arm - he had done so before - but she was begging him. How could he refuse such a sweet request? Staying his breathing, Agron swallowed before sheathing the inch or two of sword he had managed to pull before dropping his hand to hold his sister’s waist, eyes now once more narrowing on Barca. [color=darkorange]“She protects you this time. Do not force my hand into disobeying her wishes, runt.”[/color] Barca had been prepared to protect himself, yet hadn’t moved from where he was standing- no doubt it wouldn’t have mattered if he had moved or not. He actually very nearly said that there were eight pints of blood in the human body, but decided that education would be lost right then. As it seemed to blow over, or rather as he was stopped by Naevia, Barca shifted only enough to make sure he was still in front of his owl, just in case he needed to protect them both still. He didn’t look away, and was sure that Argon’s words were meant to humiliate him, but Barca was more than content in his own abilities, and words had always just been words. Even if he was sometimes swamped by them. Should he reply? He contemplated his responses very carefully, weighing each option. [color=orange]”Very well.”[/color] he said carefully, [color=orange]”I wouldn’t want to scuff your shiny boots, anyway.”[/color] Tearing her gaze away from her brother’s once more, Naevia turned her head off to the side, doing what she could to hide the small though ever amused smirk that played over her lips at Barca’s words, a gentle chuckle passing through them to fill the air. Despite her attempt to hide, Agron could feel her amusement towards the boy’s words, and couldn’t help but to roll his eyes before looking back to Barca. He jerked his head to the left, a non-verbal signal for him to be on his way, his hold tightening on his sister just a little more. Barca decided to take that as a win. He considered his options, and decided for now, the wisest course would be to leave, at least for the moment. Taking a moment, Barca gently picked up Glaber’s cage, the owl surprisingly still asleep. He was almost tempted to check if he was still alive. [color=orange]”Well, Naevia, it’s been rather pleasant. Until next time?.”[/color] [color=darkorange]“Kid…”[/color] Agron stared him down, eyes narrowing. [color=darkorange]“There won’t be a next time.”[/color] Frowning slightly up at her brother at his words, Naevia nevertheless remained close to his side, her head turning and a small smile gracing her gentle features as she bowed her head politely to Barca, [color=E4A44D]“..of course… til next our paths cross…”[/color] Satisfied, Barca ensured he had everything, before he moved away, shifting his grip on the cage, only checking on the owl when he started to walk away. Falling silent, she watched him leave, hesitation clear enough as she once more turned her attention back up to her brother, a worried however understanding glint flickering across the surface of her iris’ as she took in his expression- he wasn’t happy with her… though she could understand why. She had disobeyed his wishes; giving her word that she would once again see the man he had made clear that she was not to associate with. [color=E4A44D]“..forgive me…”[/color] Pulling himself from her a moment only to then turn and face her completely, Agron put both of his hands on her waist, his eyes baring down into hers. [color=darkorange]“I can for time I have been absent. But I have returned. And things will be as they once were.”[/color] Running his hands up her sides, he held each side of her face and pressed his lips to hers in a firm kiss.