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 Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 10:03 pm
((...I had no idea whether to label this as reg or battle >_> guess it depends just what Obby does to him xD WE CAN FIGURE THIS OUT LATER <3))
Scheelite was bored. And a bored Scheelite was never a good thing because it meant he had to come up with ways to entertain himself.
The current method of entertainment? Seeing just how many consecutive wall jumps he could complete successfully before falling on his a**! I mean really, he had seen this kind of thing in a video game before (if he thought about it, he vaguely recalled it being in some old Mario game...), and it was pretty awesome. He had always thought such things were simply impossible in the real world, but after seeing Nealite jumping all over the damn place the night before he just had to try it out himself.
The first couple of attempts? Noooot so good. In fact the first two dozen or so attempts ended up in failure. As it was he was all too familiar with the rather hard pavement around the area he was supposed to be meeting Lieutenant Obsidian in. He was a little too acquainted with the pavement. God damnit it was really starting to hurt!
If it wasn't for the overall appeal of how -cool- the jump would look he would have given up long ago. But man, he could do this! He could -totally- do this! And it would be -damn awesome- when he finally pulled it off.
So about an hour into his practice, he was really starting to get the hang of it. Glowing multicolored lights followed his form as he rocketed around in the alley he was using for practice. If he worked on this even more he'd be able to ricochet all over the damn city, and in his opinion that'd be pretty friggin sweet. However he also had to wonder just when this other Lieutenant was going to show up. Nealite had only given him a location and a general time...so unfortunately he was stuck with playing out the waiting game.
At least the wall jumping gave him -something- to do. AND it was burning off some of his excess energy! That was good....right? Right. This was totally just a meet and great session, no need to worry about running in with energy levels on OVERLOAD.
Hopefully.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 9:00 pm
It wasn't every day that Ursula came up to him with a crisp twenty clenched in her fist. Bribing him to go beat the s**t out of some lieutenant he'd yet to meet? Yeah, whatever, sounded good to him. Not only was he richer, but he was getting the chance to stretch his legs a little in the cool night air, eyes peeled as he searched for whoever the hell he'd been bribed to meet up with.
He really didn't have to look long.
From his roof side perch, he could see the rocketing neon lights emitting from some grimy alley, felt a brow arch itself in disbelief as though trying to decide if this was a joke or not. Probably not; if Nea was paying him to do this, she sure as hell wasn't going to let him get off easy. Note to self, have this backfire on her somehow, or get revenge in an extremely petty fashion afterwards. Hanging her thongs along the school walls, etc, etc. The usual.
When the lieutenant started up his wall bouncing again, Obsidian decided he was getting bored just sitting here on his a**; a lunge had him dropping soundlessly towards the boy, quickly angling his body so that an arm could lash out and... well, more or less snatch at some blond tufts of hair and see if he couldn't yank it out a bit. The kid was still flying upward, propelled by his last wall jump, and gravity sent the older lieutenant heading straight towards the filthy street.
He landed hard, but easily enough, glancing up idly with the beginnings of a grin starting to curl at his lips. "Drugs are bad, mmkay." Obsidian pointed out idly enough, folding his arms over his chest. If the kid ran, well, he'd give chase and kick him a few times before he went. "So, lemmie take a wild guess; you're the recruit that annoyed Nealite enough that she had to send me after you. And unless you can tell me you're going to throw crack and marijuana fumes into my face with your bong-weapon, I am not impressed, sir." Not impressed, and with not going to be high, either.
But he did have twenty dollars.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 9:56 am
That last jump had been pretty good! All in all this was starting to become rather enjoyable. Who cared if the other lieutenant never showed up? Schee was perfecting an art here! One that was allowing him to bounce around and generally just enjoy himself. There was a grin crossing his face now, the last jump sending him flying up towards the rooftops.
It was then that the sudden hint of pain hit him. Nothing too bad, but it felt rather like someone has just grabbed part of his hair and given it a nice hard yank, earning themselves some blond hair as a reward. The result? A yiping young lieutenant twisting in the air in an attempt to find out just -what- had happened. Which of course then resulted in a rather messy landing back on the pavement below.
But hey, he was young and despite the hair yanking he was still in a good mood. He almost always was afterall. Grin still crossing his face, though now accompanied by one eyebrow raised quite a bit, Scheelite got to his feet and gave Obsidian a quick glance over.
"Drugs? Bong-weapon? Man what are you talking about?"
A bong-weapon -would- be pretty hilarious to see, but Schee had to wonder if whoever was using it could be un-high long enough to actually do anything. Hrm.
"Uh...yeah? Scheelite's my name. -Schee-lite by the way, no matter what she might have told you." A finger was tapping thoughtfully at his own chin. "And...you must be Obsidian, yeah? Mind not tugging the hell out of my hair next time? That hurt." The tapping finger moved up further to rub at his head instead.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 11:37 am
"She-man. She-who-wants-to-be-a-man. I gotcha." Those blond strands were rubbed between his fingers, as though testing the texture before he flung them carelessly to the side. Yeah, he vaguely remembered Ursula saying something about it. Interestingly enough, the kid didn't even seem remotely bothered that he may or may not now be sporting a bald patch, and Obsidian was quick to note it.
A curt nod was offered when his identity was correctly pegged, seeing as he wasn't bothering to keep it a secret. "I don't know what she told you, but see, I was bribed to kick the s**t out of you and be on my merry way. That's fun, right? Fun for you, fun for me, we're a happy family." With a boot up She-man's a**, straight from Obby to you.
"So." He was already starting to shift, rolling his shoulders a little as he faced the boy. "We have the easy way, where you lay down and I stomp your face in for a while. That's the boring way. Don't pick the easy way. And then we have the hard way, where you do those little jumps of yours and see if you can get away from me. If I catch you, I am going to wrap my fingers around your little neck and shake you like an unwanted baby."
A grin, a thumbs up. It seemed like he was completely serious. He probably was.
"A-one, and a-two, and a--"
And a-barrelin' towards Scheelite he went, a straight up bull-charge if the kid didn't leap, react, get out of the way, something.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 9:00 pm
The she-man comment went by without a retaliation, his focus too busy trying to figure out the damage to his hair. It seemed okay, but he'd have to have a further check when he got home and--
Wait, WHAT?
Any lingering hints of a happy little lieutenant had quickly faded at the mentions of 'kicking the s**t out of', face stomping, and neck wringing. That little grin of his was taking on a distinct frown shape, and at one point he even inched further back from Obsidian.
"Man you're...joking right? Training I am up for but uhh...face stomping? Gonna have to pass mmkay?"
Inch, inch, inch away. Distance was a good thing right? Distance kept him away from...
Wait why the hell was he counting?
Not that he had too much of a chance to think this over. With all the reaction time of a hyped up gerbil, Scheelite went jumping up the wall mere moments after Obsidian started his charge. Thankfully he was out of the way for any initial charge, but he still wasn't very good at this whole jumping thing.
He was a newbie afterall.
Jump, another jump, just one more and he'd be at a good distance! Unfortunately for him that last panicked jump had put him off balance, and rather than find himself in a clean landing on the rooftop, he was stuck hanging rather pitifully off the edge off the roof. Now would have been an excellent time to be Spider-man. But since he wasn't a certain radioactive web-crawler he was stuck flailing to get a foothold so he could hoist himself up. For Obsidian, it probably read as one giant bullseye.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 10:46 am
So he wasn't completely brain dead after all! Obsidian's eyes were tracking the lieutenant as he frantically sprang towards the wall in order to get out of the way. The redhead failed to bowl him over completely, and he was about to be impressed with how quickly it seemed that Scheelite had mastered the ability of launching himself from wall to wall rather effortlessly.
Then the boy slipped, and Obsidian's entire mind flipped onto 'Gotcha, b***h!' mode.
Tensing his legs for a brief moment, the older sprang into the air like some deranged sort of jungle cat. His leg pulled itself back hard, swung itself forward even as he was practically on top of the blond raver. Then the tip of his boot practically impaled itself into Scheelite's a**, and would doubtlessly send him tumbling head over heels onto the roof he had been so badly trying to haul himself up on.
"Rule number one." Obsidian said conversationally, landing on the roof and eying his boot as though he'd just sullied it to hell and back. "Presenting your a** to the enemy is asking to get raped. They will rape you without permission. You will not enjoy it. Rape first, not last."
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 9:25 pm
Scheelite quickly went from struggling target to a yelping, tumbling ball of limbs. He went head over heels a few times before coming to a stop, the world around him still spinning. And, of course, his a** still throbbing in pain.
What the ********>? Like..really? Isn't that...I dunno, a bit excessive?"
What the hell kind of enemies were they fighting that would RAPE them? Unless the other meant rape as a figure of speech or something, then maybe it'd make sense. Maybe.
He untangled himself and hopped to his feet, pausing briefly to rub at his behind. Ow. Just ow. No time to dwell on that though. With a sigh Schee gave the front of his uniform a quick dusting off and faced his 'trainer'.
"So if that's rule number one do I dare ask what rule number two is? Or how many rules there are?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 7:18 pm
"You are in the Negaverse. We are made of excessive." Obsidian said frankly, crouching a little with his elbows on his kneecaps so he could look at the boy. Soon enough, Scheelite was back on his feet, and Obsidian would rise as well. "Ohh, well, our General-King likes rules. He likes rules a lot. In fact, he likes them so much, that he makes up new ones on the spot whenever he feels like it."
He shifted to the side of the roof, glancing down for a moment as though to check for any passersby. Empty. Both good, and a pity. "You've got to figure them most out on your own. Or, you know, get yourself killed." Exaggerate? Him? Never.
"Rule number two." Obsidian went on with a cheeky expression, holding out his fingers and waggling them for emphasis. "You are worthless, and you will be cussed out in more ways than you can possibly imagine. You will expect this, you will love this, you will drool on Charonite's boots to express your gratitude."
He was getting an idea.
"But ******** rule number two. You like glowsticks, I can see this. Everyone can see this. What would I need to get you for you to do me a little favor for Nealite, huh?" Yeah, so much for training.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 11:31 am
"There isn't like, a pop quiz at the end of this or anything is there? I'm pretty bad with quizzes man. Like, I know Hillworth isn't exactly the bestest best school in the world but it sureee hasn't helped me with that whole testing thing. Though I suppose I could study more..but then if I was back 'home' studying I wouldn't be here sharing such a delightful conversation with you..."
Somewhere in the middle of his ramble he had taken to pacing back and forth across the roof, attention mostly diverted away from Obsidian and his own shifting.
"And then where would we be? I'd be bored and studying, ew. And you'd...well you wouldn't be meeting me, and cmon man I'm pretty awesome right?"
Rule number two? It honestly made him frown.
"Totally not worthless, the cussing thing I can live with, and uh..I don't drool on people's boots. Pretty gross man, preeeeetty gross."
Any further bitching about rule number two was quickly thrown to the wind as glowsticks were mentioned.
"Uhhh -duh- I like glowsticks, buuut unfortunately the reserves are a bit low. ..A favor hrm?"
Head tilted, Scheelite searched the other's face for a hint as to what kind of 'favor' this would be. Though...those glowstick green eyes didn't seem to have much going on behind them. He certainly was a 'bright' lieutenant, but he wasn't the 'brightest'.
"Uh...I dunno? Score me some glowsticks maybe? That'd be pretty sweet."
Oh yeah, he was easy to con into favors.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 8:52 am
"Oh yes." Obsidian said seriously, though he made a mental note that the kid went to Hillworth. Sucked to be him. Scheelite seemed to have forgotten exactly what they were doing, and the red haired lieutenant watched him pace back and forth with a bland expression, only his lips quirked to express some form of amusement. This was almost too much. This was fantastic. Where had such a gem been unearthed?
"Glowsticks." He agreed, holding up a finger. "I can get you as much of that s**t as you want--say, five for each bra or pair of panties you get from Nealite, and string up on the flag pole in front of Hillworth." That would both be fitting and fun as a form of revenge. "Rule number three; you do not squeal on your fellow Negaversers. You get caught, you be a man and take it and there will be many a glowstick in your future, little man."
It was almost sad how easy this was. "Well? Do we have a deal, She-man?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 9:23 am
"Okay like really it's not 'She-man' my name is Scheelite."
In reality -he- was the one pronouncing it wrong. Skeelite as opposed to Shelite but maybe if he -lied- about it long enough everyone would take that as the proper way to pronounce it. ...Or maybe they'd just razz him about the mispronunciation of his own name. It was worth a shot though.
However...glowsticks. Glowsticks quickly drew the attention of the younger Lieutenant. Hell, he had even stopped pacing to turn and look at Obsidian once more. Though, his walking may have stopped but his movement didn't. Seemed this particular agent couldn't sit still, but for now he was content simply twitching the fingers of his gloved hands.
"So you want me to break into a fellow agent's office, steal their...personal items which by the way there's no way in hell I am stealing a bra.."
Panties seemed okay.
"and string them up on the flagpole of the craziest school around just for a handful of glowsticks?"
Maybe it wasn't going to be so easy? Maybe, just maybe he actually had a somewhat decent thought process somewhere in there...
"Sounds like a good deal to me!"
...Nevermind then.
"Do I got a time limit or something cause man I don't even know where she lives so I'd need time figuring that out and coming up with some friggin awesome plan to steal them and then the best time to string them up.... Which, by the way, how do I know you'll even see it? I wouldn't want to go through all the work and you miss it ya know? Doesn't seem like something a good Lieutenant would do."
Well neither did stealing panties, but his 'trainer' wanted him to so clearly it was a good idea.
Clearly.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 7:17 pm
Hook, line, and sinker. So the kid was freaked out by bras. Gaaaaay. It seemed as though She-man was going to be a bit more stubborn than he first though, and a frown furrowed his brows even as arms folded across his chest. Glowsticks were a pretty shitty offer, he had to admit. Hell, he'd be demanding either cold hard cash, alcohol, or anything else that was even remotely decent.
Then Scheelite agreed so cheerfully that Obsidian had to resist the urge to make some comment about less-than-bright crayons in a box. That was another story entirely.
"No time limit." He waved a hand dismissively. "And trust me, I'm around that school enough that I'll know if something happens. But remember, She-man; you rat me out, and I gut you like a fish and force feed you your own intestines."
A friendly hand clapped itself on the other's shoulder before the redhead offered a mock salute with two fingers. "Don't let me down." Flashing a leer of a grin, he turned and strutted to the edge of the roof, soon bounding off into the night.
Panties for glowsticks. This was one hell of a world.
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