#warwcn

            Shiro wasn’t one for magnanimous functions usually. Whenever there was one it was usually political or to show good relation with another planetary system and every time the Princess threw one of these bashes, he was usually the one stationing himself in the back or by the door to watch over everyone and ensure their safety. Here though? Well there wasn’t much to be concerned about and he was more focused on one particular person more so than the crowd. When he’d come into the room he’d expected something of an event but immediately his eyes had gone from looking everything over to settling on something that was as breathtaking as the sky on a clear night. Castille in formal attire should be made illegal because there was no way he was the only one seeing just how stunning he was in it. Alright, he might be a bit biased because he felt the elf was absolutely gorgeous every day but that was not the point. 

The point was, he couldn’t take his eyes off him in that instant and certainly not when he took note of the other’s expression. He looked uncomfortable with the person he was speaking to and he furrowed his brows. Was someone upsetting him? He wasn’t sure what the situation was but he didn’t look alarmed so he doubted it was anything to do with his duties or the like. With that thought, he figured it was the conversation or the like making him uncomfortable and in that; he immediately went about bridging the gap. He made his way through the crowd and when the music started to pick up a bit, he found himself reaching out for Castille’s hand. Taking it in flesh borne digits, he gently pulled him towards him and proceeded to twist him so he’d face him, hand settling at the small of his back as he looked towards the one who’d been speaking to the Inquisitor. 

“Excuse me, I do believe I owe the inquisitor a dance so I’ll be taking him.” He took a few steps back and lightly tugged the other along with him to make distance between them and whomever that noble had been, prosthetic soon resting on the elf’s waist to bring him closer again as he offered a warmer smile rather than the curt one he’d just held when addressing that noble. “You looked uncomfortable back there-- should I accidentally shake his hand with my prosthetic active? Though it did compel me to dance with you sooner than I intended, so I suppose I shouldn’t turn the heat up too high.” As much as he would joke about it, he probably actually would do something like that where Castille was concerned. Though now that he had him this close, he couldn’t quite get over just how stunning he looked tonight. 

             Turbulence they’d called it. She’d say it was a bit more than that, like they were in a steel trap getting shaken violently by some giant monstrosity. Admittedly she’d acted instinctively when it happened. She was snatching collars of frightened crew, throwing them into pods and commanding them to eject. There was no room for error, no time to make any proper decisions. This vessel was done for and as far as she knew, she was the only one who could survive this mess without jumping ship. There was a moment where she thought I’m not going to make it out of this, but they can and perhaps she’d been a little better for it. She stared at the horrified eyes of the last crew member, those bright orange hues burned into her mind as she was shouted at to come with him. You can’t sacrifice yourself like this!! You’re always angry at us whenever we don’t have more regard for our lives! You have to survive too! 

She doesn’t remember smiling when she pushed him further in,”Someone has to salvage the information.” They’re young, she thinks. Far younger than her. They deserve something more than this life and she’d be damned if what life they could have after this war was over would be spent in a grave. So she’d ejected them all, made sure the coordinates were set for the nearest base and had overridden the system so they couldn’t come back. The rest after that is a blur, she barely remembers getting streamlined by a wormhole and then locating the nearest mass to lock in on. She’d done all she could, separating panels and making sure most of what was non-essential would burn in this planet’s atmosphere upon entry so not to cause any harm. That was their whole deal right? Helping instead of harming, going against the greatest foes to save the ones who couldn’t save themselves? 

She was just in it for the fight, right? Her body hits the water and she feels the air getting knocked out of her but she barely remembers the fall or the vessel falling apart. There’s a shout, some kind of undignified shriek that left her own teeth but she’s too focused on not flailing beneath the surface of the water so not to make it any worse. It’s not like she’d drown after all. Hiraeth finally gets her bearings and everything hurts but it’s better than being dead, if she’d hit the land she’d have definitely been a goner for this cycle. Her teeth gnash together, she finds some kind of bank and begins to pull herself out. There’s crystalline blood dripping from her in various places, perhaps some shrapnel? She doesn’t know, she doesn’t care to know. What she has to do now is figure out where in the fuck she ended up and if it’s hostile. It wouldn’t be any good if she survived this only to die soon after. 

            “Where th’ fuck did I land this time?” Muttered words left the man as he took a look around upon arrival. The fresh smell of ozone permeated the air but somehow didn’t overtake the floral scents that surrounded him, leaving him to wonder why it was so abundant around here. Admittedly, Bambi wasn’t exactly being precise with how he entered his coordinates but it was his day off. He was allowed to be a reckless little shit and put himself in vague situations without needing to worry about the lash back from the family. Truthfully, he enjoyed world hopping. It was a chance to discover new and solitary places where he could relax in. All he had to do was find them, make a note on his band and then go back whenever he liked. So long as he followed the rules of non-interference in this universe’s timeline beyond necessary then it was all good. 

However, the more he looked around the more it seemed like even he would fit in here style wise. It all seemed very rural and untouched by intrusive and destructive little fingers of mankind. “Perfect,” he breathed out the word, taking a moment to uncoil his spine and simply enjoy the sounds produced by the area around him. That is, until he heard the distinct sound of footfall. Silver hues narrowed immediately and he cursed whatever local decided it’d be a good idea to come prancing about now of all times, grumbling about a lack of peace as he settled his gaze towards where the sound was approaching. Only.. He didn’t sneer or try insult on sight like he normally did. That. Was a fucking Elf. An Elf. Granted, he’s seen some shit in his day but Elves were not a thing he’d come across. 

Why? Because he was normally dealing with aliens, carapacians, trolls and stupid heroes. This was some shit straight out of that obscure fantasy novel. However, he did need to be mindful of the fact that he obviously stood out now and was tempted to reach for his strife specibus only-- this guy seemed.. Soft? Perhaps not entirely but he definitely didn’t give off a vibe of someone who’d just pull a weapon and cut someone’s throat without a reason. He stood there for a moment, simply observing the other in silent curiosity and awe before he finally piped up. “Uh.. S’up dude.. Didn’t meant t’ intrude on y’ space ‘r anythin’. Was just lookin’ ‘round o’er here an’.. What th’ fuck why am I bein’ so awkward?” Alright. That. Did not go as planned but he wasn’t really one to know when to call it quits, was he? 

Guy:

Hal:

Carol:

Dick:

Wally:

Barry:

John:

The Guaridans:

Me: See if you just disarm the trap & have the right cunning before you walk into it you won’t worry about the spikes. Onyx: But I don’t know that Me: I do. Onyx: That’s cheating! Me: It’s not cheating if i have it memorized. Onyx: Yes it is!

... sometime later...

              It happened quicker than he expected it to, but then again everything often does even at the tail end of a secured victory. Truly, what could he even think was going to happen beyond this much alone? Black was near unresponsive due to the instability of the wormhole and having crashed through its walls like a wrecking ball certainly didn’t help. As much as he tried to stabilize them both as soon as he saw land mass, he could only minimize the impact and ensure that there was little collateral damage in the midst of it. A few bumps and bruises and a split brow? He’d call that a win over some of the things he’d suffered upon hitting the console so hard before. (Thank gods for armor.) After a few minutes of daze from smashing his head against something or another, he managed to right himself and check his precious companion over. It didn’t seem like she’d sustained too much damage either thanks to coming back online at the last second.

So long as Black was alright then he was just fine and well too. He narrowed his eyes at the screens though and realized none of it looked familiar in the slightest. Nature boomed and what he could see of any civilization was more rustic and simpler in comparison to the technological buildings designed to host vessels and people. He furrowed his brows and breathed out a sigh,”Black.. I really don’t think we’re going to blend in very well here.” The rumbling of his lion was meant to ease his concerns, he knew but it wouldn’t help much until he assessed the situation more and figured out if he was going to be met with hostility or civility. Gods he hoped it was the latter, he wasn’t sure he had the energy for another fight that he didn’t want to have. He already ached all over and was covered head to toe in the grime of the former fight.

After a few moments of assessing whether or not he’d be able to even breathe outside of his helm and lion, he finally pulled himself out of the cockpit and to the ground. Adrenaline was a good thing for him, it kept him moving even when he wanted to honestly just lay down and sleep for the next twenty years to sleep off the ache in his bones. With that in mind he pulled his helmet off and examined what was around him first hand, blinking a few times when agate hues settled on.. What was that exactly? Somehow it reminded him of old fantasy stories about elves and warlocks. He reached up to make sure his comlink was still there, wanting to ensure that his translator would be available to help him out. This’ll be just fine, I’m sure it’ll work out somehow. Optimism helped in ensuring he didn’t at least look as frightening as he could if he were distressed and panicking. At least he some how managed to keep his expression a little more neutral and even warmer. He needed to make sure he hadn’t inadvertently caused anyone any harm upon that rough landing as well.

             Its lively here, filled with music and laughter. He enjoyed such places, they were often the best place to be when it came to feeling a bit down or just needing a moment to remember you’re capable of more than work or duty. Sitting in this tavern wasn’t something he often did given how much he’d been working on Black but tonight was a bit different. He wasn’t just here enjoying the atmosphere and company, rather he was enjoying seeing a certain Inquisitor relax for a bit. However, he also took note that today seemed to hit the other harder than the rest. Perhaps he was overwhelmed or maybe he got some bad news, but Shiro wasn’t known for sitting back and letting someone he cared about remain down without at least trying to cheer them up. So he thought about it and smiled to himself when he took note of the violin. The music here was far different from what he’d play, it was more melodic and rhythmic. 

Something.. Upbeat and melodious might cheer him up, he thinks. So he waits until the woman has finished and closes the gap,”Excuse me ma’am, would you mind if I borrowed your violin?” Smiling warmly, he was grateful that she didn’t seem to mind and thought over what he should play. Humming once he thought it through, glanced over to where Castille was and reconfirmed his thoughts in an instant. Poising the instrument at his collar, he slid the bow across the strings and created the beginning of the song he was thinking of. Light and sweet, uplifting and fluid-- he wanted to cheer him up so he’d pour that thought into it. The difference in tune and sound was vast, but it didn’t seem like anyone didn’t like it just yet so he continued on, a bright smile warming his features as his lips parted to add vocals to the violin’s sound. 

“Koko ni oide Moshi kimi ga hashiri tsukaretanara Boku wa iru yo Ame no furu hi mo kaze fuku toki mo Koko ni oide Moshi kimi ga tameiki wo tsuite mo Itsu no toki mo kie wa shinai”