Make No Promises (Open/Mod)

[Lady Leaf]

Athrun watched in shock as the battle came to a climax, and Gwen had managed to shoot the crazy lady. When the Ponyta was released he almost thought of having his Frillish attack but then the smoke screen was used. By the time it cleared and Athrun was able to see the spot the woman had been in again, they were gone. That meant that… Gwen had won. There master was safe once again. “Y-yes sire, I believe she is.” He answered before looking back over at Gwen with a mixed expression. He was grateful she had beaten the crazy woman but at the same time… she was going to get so much praise now, he knew it.

[Jay]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/gwenposttable1-1.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 325][atrb=style,border:0 darkcyan none,b,Table][scrolly:h(255),w(225),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:30px;margin-left:16px;)]Gwen hissed in distaste and shook her head sharply leering through the smoke as it came about. She was almost tempted to try and shoot through the smoke, yet the thought of hitting Tray kicked her gun down rather quickly. When it finally cleared, Gwen was left leering through the open air. "BITCH THE NEXT TIME YO' COME HERE I'LL KICK YO' EVER LIVIN' ASS!" She called shaking her fist in aggression far from acting at that point. [/scrolly]

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/trayposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 gold none,b,Table][scrolly:h(225),w(265),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:63px;margin-left:231px;)]When the smoke cleared, a grin crossed the man's face at the first thought that crossed his mind. I'M ALIIIIIIVE! Oh, and so is Gwen. And Arthur...Arty? Alexander? Allan? Stephen? Him. At his next thought, Tray sort of shuddered. Iris is still alive...out there...after me.... Tray moved from Athrun's side carefully; Vera had taken the groceries on ahead before the action even started because she hated all that clingy fangirl/boy stuff. Slowly and warily, he made his way to Gwen, eyes darting around as he put a hand on the bodyguard's unharmed shoulder. "Everything's okay now?" he asked shakily. [/scrolly]

[Lady Leaf]

Athrun jumped a little when Gwen yelled out. His eyes fell on her for a moment until he noticed Tray moving out from behind him. There it was. The moment Athrun knew would be coming. The time Tray would move his attention off of him and onto Gwen. It caused Athrun to let out a small sigh, though he said nothing. Instead he followed close behind Tray, stopping a few feet behind him and looking ideally to the ground. At least tray was safe. That was all that mattered.

[Jay]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/gwenposttable1-1.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 325][atrb=style,border:0 darkcyan none,b,Table][scrolly:h(255),w(225),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:30px;margin-left:16px;)]Though she might have been calm and collect on a normal basis, Gwen was far from this now, and as the hand touched her shoulder, she had to fight the urge to retaliate. Tensing a moment, she finally reached back to where the knife was still and yanked it out cringing hard as she did so. Like hell she was going to let that stay in! Even if it was smarter to do so, Gwen didn't care at that point. "Ugh...Sorry mastah....," the teal haired woman muttered far too irritated with herself at the moment to say anything more. Damn she'd failed that one pretty badly....She could have at least fought back more! Ugh! Blood was already starting to soak into the back of her shirt and stain the dark clothes an even darker red color. [/scrolly]

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/trayposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 gold none,b,Table][scrolly:h(225),w(265),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:63px;margin-left:231px;)]Tray rubbed Gwen's shoulder gently. "We're all alive; there's nothing to be sorry for," he said softly. "Besides, you're a bodyguard. You did your job. Come on, let's get you home and cleaned up." The man offered out his hand. Really, he wasn't upset with her; after all he was alive. "You're still the best damn bodyguard I could ask for." [/scrolly]

[Lady Leaf]

Get her home and cleaned up? Aw, he wanted to be cleaned up by Tray too! But… he hadn’t gotten himself injured or even dirty for that matter. Now he almost wished one of those stray bullets… ‘Best damn bodyguard, nah nah nah…’ Athrun mocked Tray’s words in his mind, though didn’t say anything aloud. It was far from clear that Athrun was jealous of the girl but if Tray liked her than… he had to pretend to like her too. It sucked so much. But… He’s like to see her try and sneak into Tray’s room every morning without waking him up to set up breakfast! That took talent too… right?

Letting out a sigh, Athrun turned and looked over at his pokemon before raising it’s pokeball and returning it. Surely they didn’t needs it’s help any more. He then turned back to the other two, ready to follow them back to the manor.

[Jay]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/gwenposttable1-1.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 325][atrb=style,border:0 darkcyan none,b,Table][scrolly:h(255),w(225),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:30px;margin-left:16px;)]Gwen sighed, nodded, and started back towards the manner. Though she tried to at least force a laugh from herself, she was too busy drop kicking herself in her mind for letting a slutty little chicka get the best of her. It was bad enough in her mind to where she didn't even register Athrun's jealousy in the least. Ugh she hated feeling weak! She went without talking after that until they finally did come to the manor. [/scrolly]

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/trayposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 gold none,b,Table][scrolly:h(225),w(265),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:63px;margin-left:231px;)]Tray said nothing; he just couldn't think of anything appropriate. The Northern Baron wasn't much of a comforter, anyway. Instead, he led the way to the mansion in silence, opening the door and stepping inside. "I can help you doctor up if you want," the blond man offered, looking back at his wounded bodyguard. Yeah, it took him that long just to come up with something to say. "Don't beat yourself up about this, it could have happened to anybody." [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

Mileena

Meanwhile, there was a very large, fat cat lounging in the entrance hall of the mansion, not too terribly far from the door. Violet the Purugly raised her head off the floor slowly, a slightly dopey-looking expression on her face as she looked at the humans entering. Bleh, that blond idiot was ba--OhHolyArceus! Gwen was hurt! Violet's head snapped up and she stared at the cook/bodyguard in alarm. Not Gwen! She liked Gwen!

Violet hauled herself onto her stubby legs, her massive belly, that she never bothered using her tail to pinch, wobbling as she took off at top waddling speed into the mansion with a distressed baritone meow. Her heavy, thudding pawsteps faded.

Three...two...one...

The sound of frantic running replaced the loud waddling. The steps were somewhat irregular, indicative of their source occasionally losing her balance in her haste. Mileena tearing through the mansion at high speed, always nearly falling on her face but never actually doing so, to come to the master's side was an often enough occurrence, when she wasn't outright waiting by the door for him like a puppy, cleaning the same things over and over as a flimsy excuse to stay.

A squeak of, "Master!" announced her arrival, Mileena in her--ahem--slightly modified maid's uniform as always. Her hair was in mild disarray from the run, nothing a moment's fussing wouldn't remedy, and concern was written on her features. Violet didn't get all worked up over nothing after all. It figured that once the other maids had assured her that he was probably going to be out for a while and it wouldn't hurt to clean somewhere else that her Purugly came running (er, sort of)...

That was around the moment that she realized that it wasn't Tray Violet had been upset over and let out a little squeak, putting a hand to her mouth in alarm and being torn between the thought of ohmygoshhowcanIhelp and not looking directly at Gwen. Not that she fainted or got sick at the sight of blood usually but she'd never liked looking at it and ohmygosh how had this happened? She did like Gwen, after all. Who wouldn't like Gwen? She was tough and smart and cooked really well and was pretty in her own may and protected the master...The master! Was he hurt too? He didn't look hurt and Gwen was a good bodyguard but...Oh, Athrun was there too! What if he was hurt? She liked Athrun, too, even if he was quiet and stammered a lot and...Focus, Mileena!

That whole massive stream of running-together thoughts passed through the young woman's head in a few moments, a few moments she spent biting her bottom lip and looking like she couldn't decide between racing over to try to help Gwen and throwing her arms around Tray (the latter would usually win out, if not for the worry that he may be hurt more subtly and she'd cause him pain). "Is there something I can do?" she managed to send rushing out of her mouth, almost as if it was one word, still sounding a little squeaky.

[Lady Leaf]

Athrun was quiet the entire way into the building and still said nothing as the large cat thudded off. He was use to seeing the thing around the house. Instead of spending his time listening to his master gawked over Gwen, Athrun turned to slowly remove his coat before setting the backpack he had been carrying down. The sound of hurried feet than hit his ears and before the squeak of her voice even hit his ears, Athrun knew who was coming. He didn’t dislike the maid at all. She was alright, though he did find her a tad annoying at times.

“Master Tray,” he finally spoke up, resolving to leave the bag unpacked for the current time. “A-allow me to fetch the first aid kit.” With a bow of the head, and a small swing of his hair as he stood up again, Athrun turned and vanished form site into another room. The young man knew where almost everything was located in the house and well… he was proud of it! Although, half way along his way to fetch the first aid kit he realized he had not taken and hung up either Tray’s or Gwen’s coats. That had caused him to mentally curse himself before he gathered up the supplies and headed back to main entrance.

Upon his return arrivel, Athrun once again bowed his head, holding out the items in his arms. “My lord. I believe this should help fix up Gwen.” Though they could just leave her broken and … no, he couldn’t think like that. If someone else or that woman came back to hurt the master than they would need Gwen again! That out weighed his jealousy of her by far.

[Jay]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/gwenposttable1-1.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 325][atrb=style,border:0 darkcyan none,b,Table][scrolly:h(255),w(225),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:30px;margin-left:16px;)]By the time that she had managed to get herself to walk all the way to the manor, Gwendoline Raymont was, among other things, just flat out tired, and it was possibly this reason alone that she wasn't very aware of the fact that a cat had come and gone from the areas she had just stepped into. Though she hated to admit it, Gwen had lost a good deal of blood and was caught between the new sting of needing to take in a frick ton of carbs and the realization that it'd probably do her no good later. Nah, of course not... She'd just get bandaged up and maybe drink some water or something. Or rum. Shit yes beer.. Sweet God wine..... As Mileena appeared, Gwen stared for a moment and couldn't help but smirk at the maid. Though Athrun tended to get on her nerves easily, Gwen couldn't help but be at least pleasant with Mileena. "Ah Mileh," Gwen finally sighed before hearing Athrun take off through the manor. Though her pride was shooting her in the foot repeatedly for showing any sort of weakness, Gwen found herself propping herself up ever so slightly on the wall that she was standing next to. As Athrun came back, Gwen eyed him for a moment before looking back at Mileena. "Mileh mind helpin' me?" she finally asked not truly wanting to have Athrun administer aid and a bit too proud to show the full extent of her injuries under to Tray despite the reassurance that he wasn't going to replace her or anything of that nature. [/scrolly]

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/trayposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 gold none,b,Table][scrolly:h(225),w(265),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:63px;margin-left:231px;)]When Violet left the room, Princess came out of her hiding place, rubbing up against Tray's leg. The Baron, however, had no time for the melanistic Glameow at the moment. After all his main fangirl bodyguard was hurt. What with Mileena and Athrun helping, there wasn't much for the Baron to do, so he stood ready to help. [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

Something in Mileena's eyes immediately seemed to focus the moment Gwen asked if she would help, the stream of running-together thoughts breaking off as she was suddenly at the bodyguard's side, nothing sort of snatching the first aid kit from Athrun (an unthinkable act normally, but this wasn't normal) and opening it. "Of course I'll help."

Mileena wasn't an expert at first aid, but she knew it, and she'd effectively tunnel-visioned, only really seeing and hearing Gwen as her usual childish persona was tossed to one side. This wouldn't be the first time, persay, this had happened, but it was probably the first time in a year at least. Not that Mileena tended to really think about these bursts of focus after they occurred. There was one thing on her mind, however, that she managed to not completely forget. "What happened?"

Meanwhile, these was a loud wheezing as Violet hauled herself back into view with her front paws before just laying on one side, tongue hanging out of the Purugly's mouth in an almost dog-like way and eyes bugging out. She was never...going to run...ever again!

A little Sneasel scampered past her, before mimicking Mileena's eariler reaction to Gwen, gasping and putting a paw over her mouth. Lapis Lazuli quickly scurried over and hugged the cook's leg. Poor Gwen-lady! Would Sneasel-hugs make it better?

[Lady Leaf]

Perhaps a normal person would have been a bit shocked or perhaps even upset by Mileena’s snatch of the first aid kit. It had been practically ripped out of his hands and no thank you or anything followed it. Athrun, however, was no normal human being though. Instead of growing sad or angry he simply lowered his head and stood there. He was use to being picked on after all. His brother, his mother, his master and practically everyone else tended to take advantage of him. Very rarely did he ever stand up for himself. After all, he wasn’t anything special. Not like Gwen and Mileena. Gwen, as already noted was a very skilled and talented body guard. Mileena was always so cheerful and loveable. He on the other hand had nothing special. He was quiet, stuttered a lot and his only talent seemed to be the ability to make one heck of a good hot coco. Sure, he was good at making sure Tray had everything he needed at all times but surely anyone could do that.

So no, Athrun did not speak up on the matter. Sure, he wasn’t sue to Mileena being the one to give him little respect but it didn’t matter. He simply stood and there waited to see if he would be needed. He didn’t want to leave in case they needed him to grab something else. Afterwards, perhaps he would put away the bag he had packed for Tray.

[Jay]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/gwenposttable1-1.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 325][atrb=style,border:0 darkcyan none,b,Table][scrolly:h(255),w(225),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:30px;margin-left:16px;)]As Mileena moved to help, Gwen nodded h er head and slowly allowed herself to sink down on the wall to a sitting position. "Just'a few scratches, but uh..." Gwen cut off before slowly making a motion to the worst of the damage on her side where blood was still seeping down her shirt. "Bah damn thin'" she swore quietly. Slipping her arm backwards through her sleeve and sliding up the black shirt a bit, Gwen set a hand on her side. "Bah dis mess," she grumbled. Gwen had been about to answer Mileena's question with some sort of short explanation, but Gwen's focus was pulled away and instead refocused itself around the Sneasel. Smiling softly for a moment, Gwen reached over her less damaged hand and set it on the Sneasel. "Thank'ya dear...." she managed to smile before leaning back more against the wall again."Some bitch was ah'ttackin' mastah Tray...." she finally breathed out. [/scrolly]