Hello, My Name Is HE-MAN (open)

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Ethan was a little sad his favorite coffee place was closed today. They made some wicked pies too. He was going to grab one and find his adorable wife. So much for that plan. He knew Lilith had been having depression issues since her healing. Apparently she was now on the spree of blaming her family for not caring. He had no idea what to do. Last time he saw her, she set off on a mission to chew out every member of her family for not visiting her. He had regretting mentioning August’ inquiries into her during her sickness. He had a feeling the Augur had an especially gruesome meeting with his sister after she heard that, judging from her reaction.

He felt like it was his duty to find her and make sure she was doing better, but there was usually no telling where she was. Maybe he should check on her family too and make sure there were no missing and/or dead cases since her recovery. He laughed to himself. She was wounded, but she wasn’t McCloud. Lilith could yell a storm, but she likely wouldn’t lay a hand on anyone. She was just like that. While she was sick, at least, she was an absolute sweetheart. That was what worried him. Now that she was healed, she could sometimes come across as vindictive. It was a little scary. She had nailed him about only loving her when she was sick, but had to admit there was cause for concern when she got all red in the face thinking about her family. She looked ready to use a crowbar on someone’s skull. That and she really no longer needed him at all and that was saddening. When you grew up not needed (or wanted) by anyone… well, you developed a need to be needed. Now here he was with no purpose anymore. She beat the crap out of the obstacle course better than he ever could. It was embarrassing to his manhood. He was proud of her, but… it still stung.

He walked through the forum, considering what he could possibly do to restore his dignity. Maybe there was a great job he could land. He could be a business owner! That would prove his worth. Put food on the table! The table he built in that cabin! Yeah! Manly!

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Orwell had entered the forum a few hours ago and had placed herself on the sidelines on a bench, in her hand she has a book in her hand and let's her fingers glide over the bumps of it as she reads. She could hear footsteps and smell smells all around her as she sits there, and it was better then the very quiet place she had at home.

That was when she heard a pair of familiar pair of steps, A small grin comes to her face as she look up from her book and let's her ears take in the foot steps. For a moment she thinks before she open her mouth and said. "Hello... Ethan right?" She then asks out in the air and waits for a answer from the male she is sure is staring somewhere close to her, she hadn't really talked a lot to him but the way he stepped was different then many of the people she knew so she was almost positive it was him.

She then moves her hand to a book mark and placed it on the page she was reading so she wouldn't lose the page she was on. She knew how it strange it was to sit on a bench in the forum all alone, but that was who she was. She liked the sound of the people around her.

A small patch of hair fell into her deep green eyes. But the girl didn't notice.

Ethan Hunter

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Ethan had a lot on his mind. Which was saying a lot, since most people assumed he didn’t have a mind. He tapped on his thigh with his palm as though his flesh was a bongo drum, busting out a wicked beat that only he actually understood. There was a hop in his step as there always was. Good thing about Mr. Hunter was that his mannerisms were eternally upbeat. He was pretty sure the only two days in his whole life since puberty that did not involve inherent positivity were Jason’s death and learning that Lilith only had a day to live. Jason… well, he was gone. Forever. No goodbye. His wife and daughter were gone too. Apollo had made sure they were taken care of, though they did stay in touch. He’d helped her sell her house, since she needed a teleporter she could trust to get her from Sicily to New Rome, and he’d acted as the sort of pseudo-owner in the meantime to get the place cleaned up and on the market. In fact, he decided, he’d Iris Message her later and see if she wanted to hit up, like, Rome or Paris or Munich or something. Had to get Christina all well-cultured, and nothing did that half as well as a Mercury kid.

A voice interrupted his thoughts and he stopped in his tracks. He knew that voice, but couldn’t put a name to it. He looked around and there was someone staring at him. Well, not staring. He recognized her know and knew full well she was incapable of truly staring at people, as she couldn’t see them. At least, he thought it that way, as staring usually had a bad connotation. She wasn’t staring, she was absorbing, which sounded way cooler.

He grinned. “Orwell! Yeah, it’s Ethan. Awesome, my name goes down in infamy. You, though, I mostly remember by associating you with a biplane.” He cracked up, teasing her of course. “Which is amazing and should not be taken offensively, because I think it makes you cool, so it’s technically a compliment.” He finished his spiel and came over and invited himself to take a seat next to her. “What are you reading?”

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Orwell can hear him stop in his tracks and smiles as she hear him stop. She smiles kindly in the direction she heard his voice and said “I heard it in your step, every person has a way of walking, talking and holding themselves. And your steps is very special, I would know them every where.” she then answer and grins she then gives out a small laugh when he told her what he though of her. “Yeah, well… I am the most boring person around, so being called cool is awesome.” she giggled a bit and leaned her back against the bench as she listen to his steps and the way he talked to her, he sounded so carefree and it made her so happy when people were carefree.

She heard him sitting down next to her and she turn towards where he now is sitting next to her. “I’m reading Romeo and Juliet, it’s quite.. enchanting in this old English way of talking.” she always found the very old classics to be the most fun to read, even now that she was blind but she still got pictures in her head, and nothing told her pictures more then a book.

“So what brings you here? For me its the people, it’s interesting to listen, what they say, how they walk, the way you can hear them breath, if their stressed or not.” she then say and moves her head towards where she hear people walk by, none of them seem to see them as they sit on the bench. “are any of them even sensing us?” she then asks and makes a face, she grins “maybe we should dance, maybe they would see us then.” She shakes her head of her own silly though and gives out a laugh.

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Ethan liked Orwell. She was a unique one and no one appreciated unique like Ethan Rufus Hunter. A smile crept onto his face as she described how she had identified him. It was impressive. He laughed in merriment, not out of scorn. “Thank you. That just proves me right every time I spitball people for laughing at you. You don’t worry what anyone says, Orwell. You’re super freaking awesome.” And she even went to say she was boring when he called her cool. No, no, no, no, this could not stand. “Boring!?” his voice full of indignant surprise. “Absolute and utter nonsense! First of all, look at you right this moment. You have a book that no one else can read and, in most lights, most people think is blank and void entirely. Yet you’re trucking through like it’s as simple as breathing.”

He marched over and took a seat, turning the conversation to the thing he had just referenced: her book. He was glad she couldn’t see the dumbfounded look on his face when she told him what it was. “Dear gods! She reads dot books and they’re the worldwide-accepted hardest reading type ever? Ya know, for the longest time, I actually thought Juliet was asking where Romeo was and just felt like being fancy and adding a -fore to it. I had no idea wherefore meant something other than where. Kinda like olde with an e. That’s just old. But wherefore is like – what – who? I don’t even know. All I know is that she already knows where he is and when I learned that, my mind was officially blown.”

He leaned back and kicked his legs out so they were officially in the way should anyone want to walk closer. “I actually came for pie at the Cozy Couch. But the owner there is like the only Christian in town and since it’s the only store closed, it’s probably dealing with that. Oh well. Excuse to chat you up!” She asked if any of the passersby noticed them and he looked around. “There’s a little kid staring, but that’s all. My guess is he either wonders how you read a blank book, or when I’ll put bubbles in the fountain next. You know little kids, totally unafraid of staring. Gods love ‘em.” He waved to the little boy, who immediately decided to be shy and bury his face in his mother’s leg. Then Orwell had this idea that was nothing short of brilliant. He let out a loud burst of a laugh and clapped her on the shoulder. “Yes! Tell me, m’lady, do you prefer waltz or salsa?” If they really did this, he would probably go to the grave laughing. Laughing because he had fun. And grave because his questionably sane wife saw him dancing with a female that was not her.

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NOTES: The “wherefore” story is true. I didn’t know it didn’t mean “where” until I was 27. I studied it in high school, and even then, they never told us what it meant! I thought she was looking for Romeo! XD

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Orwell makes a face when Ethan said he spitballed people for making fun of her, she kind of hoped that was a joke and that he indeed did not  do that to anyone. That would make her feel bad. A smile however comes to her face when Ethan ended the sentence with her being super awsome, even a small pink blush covered her cheeks as she said a soft "thanks Ethan, but you have to remember you are awsome as well." She then answer him with a soft smile on her pretty face.

She sits back a bit in surprise when she heard his voice of surprise, she bites her lip as she listen to him talk about how amazing she was, and it only made her blush more. She was not used to people other then her siblings and James talking about her this way, so she had no idea how to tell Ethan that he didn't have to make her sound so amazing like he did. Jet it made her feel so special and amazing and all she wanted to do was to give him a hug.

A small laugh come from Orwell as he spoke about Juliet and her Romeo and how it had confused Ethan. She listen to where he sat before she reached out and grab a hold of his hand softly and squeezed it with a kind smile on her face. "You are wonderful Ethan." She then told him and smiles a big smile to him.

She gives out another laugh as he said the thing about pasteries and the fact that it was closed. "That's a shame, I hope you get your pie soon dear. And I like our chats, even if they are far apart." She then add.

She then giggled as he said that it was a little kid watching them  "I'm guessing on bubbles, since that must have been an amazing prank." She then add and grins.

"Oh waltz of course, but you will have to lead me..  be a use I can not see where I put my feet . So I might acquire your help there." She then smiles brightly in his direction and places the book on the bench and then holds out her hand for Ethan to take and help her so she would not trip when they dance. If he wanted to ofcourse.

Ethan Hunter

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Ethan enjoyed joking around. He liked making people smile, and thoroughly believed that everyone on earth needed to be more fluent in the fine art of paying due compliments. Build others up. That was what made people great. Even though Ethan had to admit he didn’t get a lot of building-up over the course of his bystander life. His friend bullying a guy to adopt little gangly Ethan too. Sitting backstage with no friends except a middle aged makeup artist who used him as an ear and nothing more. Not really being seen as of any value in the camp. First his brother got married, then he had a kid. Both of which made any guy thoroughly absorbed in home life and out of touch with family outside wife and kids. Then Jason died. And… no one in all the camp thought Ethan Rufus Hunter, the boy who grew up with the dead guy, needed a little help. That was also the time that his then-girlfriend was really sick, which helped his ego because he felt needed. Then in a whirlwind, they married and she was healed. He still loved her to pieces, but things were a little more confusing at times and just messy.

He liked the fact that Orwell thought he was awesome, though where she got that idea, he wasn’t positive. He naturally didn’t believe when virtual strangers complimented him. Then things got really awkward, really fast. He had momentarily looked out to see a very chatty bird flying by when he felt her take his hand. Out of instinct, he pulled it away. “No!” He paled in embarrassment and sighed. “I just have this thing. I only hold hands with my wife.”

He moved on from that, or attempted to, as though it were settled and everything was fine. She started to say something about hoping he got his pie soon and he started to nod. Then she called him dear and he plunged into the awkward zone again. He subconsciously scooted a little away from her and regretted joking about dancing. Especially when she said waltz. “I-…uh… you know, I don’t think I should. I… don’t feel good.”

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Orwell's eyes widned when he said no and took his hand away from her hold, she sits back a bit on the bench unsure what she had done wrong. A warm smile then come to her face when she heard the reason to why he had reacted in such way. "Awh, your so sweet" she then told him with a big warm smile on her face, if she ever found a husband on her own then she wanted a relationship where her husband loved her as much as Ethan loved his wife.

After she tried to joke with him she heard the change in his voice and she nods. "Hey, Ethan... it's okay, if you don't want to then we don't have to. We can simply sit here in silence and listen to the people around us." It was something she was very comfortable doing.

She had though about placing a friendly hand on his shoulder, but she though against it since she would have to trace her hand up his arm to find his shoulder, and after the way her friend had reacted to her touching his hand she was unsure if he would welcome such touch. "Ethan, I'm very happy for you and your wife. You seem very happy." She then told him and offer him another kind smile. "And uhm I have this massive crush on my best friend, if that helps making this less awkward." She then said and wait for him to say something back.

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Ethan felt bad, but at the same time, his heart was about to escape from the panic. He fidgeted with his hands as he sat there awkwardly, staring at the ground. She called him sweet and, though he didn’t understand why, he smiled a little in gratitude. Then she explained herself and boosted his ego to the clouds. He nodded, then realized she couldn’t see it. “You’ll get that, Orwell. I just know it.” Then she joked about dancing and – whoops – there went the freakout again. It was odd. Though Ethan didn’t realize it, or perhaps didn’t want to admit it, his wife made him nervous. He loved her dearly of course, but last time he saw her, she was in loose cannon mode. Fire in the hole!

Sit here in silence? Now that would be weird. But listening kind of was her thing, so he gave it a chance. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you want, Ors.” He was terrible at sitting still, though. Almost as bad as he was at being quiet outside of a prank. If he was being sneaky – stealing or pranking – he could be quieter than a leaf falling off a tree in autumn. Any other time was pretty much impossible. She spoke up and he was relieved. Conversation was needed for hyperactive Ethans. He chuckled. “Thank you. Very much. I am happy. Things are going really well for once.” He chuckled. She probably already knew what he meant, he assumed. Pretty much everyone had known how Lilith McKinnon was on death’s door. How she was healed from it.

Then she dished out the best thing ever. “Oh my gods. Really? Who is he? And if no one has yet taken the role of overprotective brother figure who will interview this fellow to make sure he is good enough… then count me in.”

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Orwell gives out a heartfelt laugh when he called her Ors, she had never heard that nickname from other then the male next to her she smile softly in his direction. In some lights her dim eyes becomes greener and others her eyes almost become almost white, like lime green in the lights here her eyes were lime green and filled with happiness, because in a world where she had lost her sight she still had friends she could talk to that made her feel welcomed even as a blind woman, Ethan was maybe a strange fellow to most, but to her he was a friend she enjoyed talkng to one of the few that could make her feel happy.

Orwell offer him a soft smile in his direction when he said he was happy.

She then give out a laugh when he started to ask about James. “Ah Jem, he is one of my oldest and dearest friends. And I haven’t jet told my brother about how I feel about my best friend, I haven't really told Jem either, but sometimes love don’t have to be shared, sometimes it just fall upon you without you having to tell it, I hope that one day James will open his eyes and see me for what I am, who I am. More then just the best friend, but I guess that is something I will have to wait and see.” She spoe with a soft tone as she said this and glances away from him for a second moving her hands back to her book, just thinking.


“So do you have any ideas how I should tell him’`?” she then asks and waits.

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Ethan liked joking around and having fun. It was just part of who he was. Usually it got him in trouble, being that he lived in a camp that was a military base. They usually didn’t understand jokes. Oh well, their loss. He liked Orwell though. She was funny. He didn’t know if she intended to be, but he was cool with it and she was usually cool with it when he joked with her. So more the merrier.

Then he learned this little miss had a little crushy poo on someone. So of course Ethan took this as his chance to be a big brother, something that had never really happened to him. He grinned and asked for all the details. And she delivered. Good old Orwell. Jem was an odd name for a boy, but he left that part open. Nicknames were not his forte and never would be. He hoped it was just a nickname for the poor boy's sake. Ah, the classic case of falling in love with your best friend. That was the thing about a boy and a girl being best friends. It usually seemed to end up this way in all the stories. Or just awkward. Whatever. Ethan listened intently.

James. Oh, thank the gods. He was in the clear. Okay, so who was James. Ethan racked his brain trying to think of a James that could fit her. "Last name? I need to assess if this guy is worthy of you." He nudged her shoulder and laughed. "Because you're pretty dang special Ors and you need a super duper duper guy to be worthy of you."

Then the dread question. How would Ethan suggest she approach this topic with Jemminy Cricket. He popped with his mouth a few times in thought. "How about.... hmm... gods, I'm not sure.... toughy." He tapped his chin. "Tell me more about him and about how you two hang together. That will help. If you don't mind."