Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150509060846

"Fair enough,"  Azulius replied. "But from traveling the world as much as I have, I'll tell ya it gets lonely pretty quick."

"It was during my last year at my combat school in Vacuo.  Fancy private place, but I enrolled using an alias anyways.  I had dated a handful of girls before I met her.  I'll call her Fuschia, for anonymtity's sake, but we just clicked.  It was like..." he scrambled for a simile for a moment. "Like the first time you put on glasses, and you realize just how different the world truly is.  Anyways, we had been going steady for about six months, past graduation.  But for the last month or so, she had been a little... dodgy; not herself.  When she invited me to dinner at one of the fancier places in town, I figured she either wanted to break up, explain what happened to her, or apologize for acting funny."

"At the risk of spoiling the story, it was a mix of all three."

"I got there, we ate, we walked onto the patio, and Fuschia started talking.  Her train of thought didn't make any sense, but that may just be my foggy memory.  But three main points stood out, I think:  She wasn't sure she could be with me, She wasn't even sure she liked men anymore, and she was sorry for the steak knife she just shoved in my chest."

Azzie paused, letting his words sink in for a moment. "She jumped the railing and disappeared.  I'll take a break and explain what happened to her first, since I never saw her again.  When her new girlfriend--I'll call her Daisy--found out, she was straight mortified, and talked Fuschia into going to a proper asylum.  Apparently, my girl Fuschia had a family history of schizophrenia, and the rigor of fighting Grimm didn't help.  I actually talked with Daisy a few months ago, and Fuschia's made some great progress.  I think they actually released her a year or so ago, so props to Daisy for staying with her."

"But anyways, back to me and my knife.  I don't remember really thinking anything as it happened, like my brain just stopped having ideas.  I remember falling over and hitting a table, which must have broken something loudly enough to get the waiter's attention.  He called the ambulance and my uncle Trigo, who was my only emergency contact in my new Scroll.  Luckily for me, Fuschia was trained in killing Grimm, not people, because she missed my heart by a country mile."

"She missed enough vital organs, in fact, that I was out of the hospital the next morning.  We knew that the rest of the family would go ballistic if they heard what she did, so Trigo bribed everyone involved that he and I went out drinking and gambling, and I suffered a freak darts accident.  Embarrassing, yes, but not as bad as being literally stabbed in the chest by a broad."

Feeling pretty good for having just told such a close secret, Azulius slouched a little on the bench. He figured he would have been a gibbering wreck from finally talking about this story, but maybe too many secrets during this evening had dulled him. "And since that time, I haven't had any real long-term relationship worth noting.  I can't even get into a 'romantic' situation with a pretty dame without that same scar throbbing like crazy, like it's trying to warn me about repeating mistakes." He leaned back further, gazed at the stars, and chuckled a little. "Just listen to me.  I probably sound like one of those cheap novels folks buy to read while they're waiting for the airship."