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 Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2022 7:56 pm
Roka stared Encke in the eyes for a moment, and must have come to a weary acceptance with what they found there, because instead of refusal (it wasn't safe, they weren't safe, nothing was safe, did he think they were the foolish type?) they simply let their power go without complaint.
(It didn't matter. If either of these men wanted to kill them, this would be the perfect time. They knew that as well as they knew themself. It just didn't mean anything anymore.)
Under it was much the same, all in all, if run through an additional layer of unkemptness. Their hair was loosely bound back in a tangled mess, nothing so precise as Roka's braid, and looked as if it had been pinned up either in a hurry or quite sloppily: enough to keep it from getting in the way and from getting in their eyes, little more. Their shirt was untucked and dyed-through with mud and blood and sweat -- it had seen better days, as had their pants and boots and weathered gloves. It made them look like something-someone in the wrong time, almost, in a way their fuku had not. Like this, there were scars visible that their fuku had hidden; there was one on their throat that looked deep, and old, and their choker had kept it out of sight. They were still, undeniably, fishy.
They looked almost painfully tired, without Senshi strength buoying them up just that extra bit; it was clear even through the blankness of their face. A deep, haunted, fatigue.
"Alexis." There was a too-long moment of silence. "Montague." What point was there in lying about that like they might normally do, to offer out one of their many false identities, to try and fish it out of the blurry channels of their memory where those hopefully still resided? Everyone was dead. None of that mattered anymore. "And as that... Roka."
There were questions they wanted to ask, or could ask, or would ask, but -- it wasn't the time. Not now. Not in the midst of all this.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2022 3:06 am
The senshi--Alexis Montague, he learned--somehow looked more exhausted now than they had looked before they dropped their powered form. And honestly, perhaps it spoke to how much power their senshi forms bolstered them with, but all Encke wanted to do was get this poor person some food and a place to sleep. Sleep for an entire week, maybe. Roka dropped their form, so Encke would, too, as promised, shifting from the transcendent glowing senshi to just, "Ignacio Araya-Bell. Or just Ignacio Araya -- depends on who you're talking to." He stood in what he had been wearing before he and Richard headed out on patrol. Loungewear, primarily, a t-shirt with a couple of kittens on it and a pair of pants with a seasonally inappropriate Buffalo plaid pattern. "It's good to meet you, Alexis." He'd have to get Alexis set up with a few other things once they got to his house and they got to sleep for a bit. Or more like: he'd have to set Viatrix onto it. A senshi phone, a real phone, one of the RFID keys they used to get in and out of the house... But first, rest.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2023 6:10 am
As soon as Roka dropped their form and revealed themself--and the further extent of old damage and exhaustion--Basiluzzo muttered something impolite under his breath. "Look." He powered down like the others, like promised, "Alexis," a pause, "Roka." He exhaled roughly, cheeks puffing as he rubbed the back of his neck. Like Ignacio, "I'm Richard Bell, his husband," Richard was dressed in something loose and comfortable. Grey sweatpants and an old, stretched out t-shirt. Floppy, dilapidated sneakers. "And we have some very, very comfortable lodging. Let's get going." Daekie I just wanted to throw in Arra's reaction to things Seiana_ZI so we can call it here if y'all want!
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2023 10:11 pm
Alexis' eyes flickered between Ignacio and Richard, taking them in, filing away information; if it turned out they had developed any particular opinions on either or from any of that information at all, they didn't convey it; their expression didn't change one whit from that flat blankness, more an absence of expression than anything specific.
"...Lead the way."
If they thought about all of this -- contemplated it deeply, every consequence and cause, every change -- they would not function. They could recognize that, even like this. It would wait, for now, until they were ensconced somewhere that could almost be meaningfully secure.Seiana_ZI i'll call it here as a fin for my (growth req-counting) purposes, though yall are both more than welcome to throw in an endpost on your sides if you want! Amasis and then they slept for a week.
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