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[center][color=#DAA520][u][b]Los Angeles - Liberty High School, Parking Lot[/b][/u][/color][/center]
[center][@Count Cuddles][/center]

The transition between a helpless, young sickly boy and the creature Nello had now become was a journey embraced by oddities and curious developments. His new aversion to the sun, feeling that unforgivable orb beating down on him was enough to add a heavy weight to the boy's shoulders. As it was, his physical prowess otherwise on par with a grown man, athletic and trained for years, had been drained by divine rays of the celestial body above. Unless he encased himself in the Night Armor, the boy was rather helpless and could barely lift his Moonshadow Sword. Luckily, the armor was merely a desire away and wearing it was a comfort all on its own. 

Where one would expect wearing metal as a less pleasant endeavor, Nello would be quick to correct the assumption. It felt natural for him, that protective suit replacing his clothes as it coated his dark, grey skin. Perhaps it was the magical nature of it, the fact that the armor was a part of his very soul. Indeed, the same held true when he wrapped his fingers around the hilt of his Moonshadow sword, a sense of battle lust washing over him. It was almost an addictive feeling where Nello came to understand his other half's desire for combat, the dance of life, and death. Of course, Nello had enough control to maintain his own moral values and as much as Nocturne enjoyed leaning against the shade's chaotic nature, he cared for the boy he had possessed. He cared for him, deeply.

[color=#DAA520][b]"Oh, I'm alright,"[/b][/color] Nello began, managing a soft, if tired smile as he looked towards his mentor. [color=#DAA520][b]"There was just..,"[/b][/color] the boy lowered his gaze, a slight sigh escaping his lips, [color=#DAA520][b]"a guy at school giving me trouble, is all."[/b][/color] He finished, leaning back in the seat. [color=#DAA520][b]"And the sun's really bright today,"[/b][/color] Nello chuckled, rummaging in his bag after a pair of sunglasses he slipped on, and an energy drink he wasted no time in opening.

[color=#DAA520][i]"Know what we could have done to one of those problems? Crushed it,"[/i][/color] Nocturne commented, [color=#DAA520][i]"and what's that, 'you looked happier before?' Psshh! I'm the only one who knows how hard you get when you fight! You love it, faggot!"[/i][/color]

Chuckling at something, Nello cleared his throat, and scratched the back of his head, before looking to Al, [color=#DAA520][b]"I'm fine, really,"[/b][/color] he managed a somewhat brighter smile, [color=#DAA520][b]"it's mainly the sun, honestly. Suddenly my bag's so much heavier, you know? And it feels like I am underwater, sometimes."[/b][/color] The boy explained, [color=#DAA520][b]"But it's alright, comes with being Midnight."[/b][/color]

Nocturne was quick to pitch in, [color=#DAA520][i]"comes with being AWESOME!"[/i][/color]