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 Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 10:05 am
It had been a challenge, maneuvering around the room as quietly as possible with the light of a single glowstick in an attempt to get dressed. He didn't want to wake his roomie, but he also didn't want to meet with him in pajamas. Even Demy realized that was an incredibly bad idea.
But somehow he had managed, and once out of the room he (thankfully) disposed of the glowstick and headed off to the meeting area. Where was he going? Why, Killingworth's office of course! Late at night even, as horrifying an idea as that had been.
The halls leading to the office were dark and quiet, which he had to breathe a sigh of relief at. Demy honestly didn't want to explain for the hundredth time that the fading black eye and other bruises were a result of a scuffle. Nor did he really want to have to explain yet again that he was absolutely fine no matter how much he winced and whimpered if anyone went near his ribs.
He was fine, really.
Thoughts had lingered, but soon enough he was knocking at the door for permission to come in before bothering to open that door and see just what Mister Killingworth wanted.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 7:59 pm
"Come in."
It was pretty usual to see Gunn Killingworth in his office no matter what the late-night hour -- doing work, apparently. What sort of work it was nobody liked to interrupt to know. He had to keep the Negaverse financially afloat somehow. Scheelite was knew amongst the ranks; a ground-pounder, one of the lowest of the lowest Lieutenants. Nobody. Demy was usually buoyant, and his meetings with Charonite had been brief. He didn't have much reason to fear after the knocking.
He walked in to see Charonite -- Gunn, he was human -- shuffle a wad of paper into his 'outbox', looking wearied. There was an overflowing ashtray on the desk, and the room reeked of smoke -- the window was only open a crack to let it out, and thusly the room was also freezing. The leader of the Negaverse took one look at the way Scheelite was walking, and raised his eyebrows behind his dark sunglasses.
"Where the ******** did you get a cracked ******** rib?"
Not 'hello'.
"Close the goddamned door behind you."
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 8:26 pm
It was true, he had flown pretty much under the radar thus far and really had no reason to fear opening the door. Also, thankfully, this meeting had fallen on one of those nights where Demy just didn't feel like sleeping. At least he wasn't stuck in his dorm being bored or something.
Demy had strolled in to the best of his ability. He was the type to welcome all encounters, so why should this one be any different? He'd strut in, get the little meeting over with, leave a lasting impression and then go back to his room. Perfect.
The question blew that idea right out of the water, and he was quick to close the door behind him at the request. Demand, actually.
"You see...."
Alright, if he kept up his usual smile then Killingworth would see he was clearly fine and rib discussion could stop, yes?
"I maaaay or may not have been involved in a teeeensy tiny little scuffle down at the burger place that maaaaay or may not have resulted in injuries that I'm totally fine with and quite a few uhh...shinies collected."
By shinies he meant starseeds, that was simply what he called them.
There! Explanation finished. He was off the hook now right? Even if he was fidgeting slightly nervously and his hands were raised to safeguard his ribs.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 1:39 am
Gunn was already pulling down the extraordinarily battered tin box that held the Negaverse's medical supplies. It also had, for no apparent reason, a bottle of Flintstones chewables and a very empty blister pak of painkillers. Possibly the General-King had been having at those. The tin clattered down on the desk. "Take off your goddamn shirt."
This was slightly more horrifying than 'hello', but ostensibly Killingworth had seen shirtless men before. He was pulling off his sunglasses, already trawling through the box for the correct supplies. Eventually he pulled out a tub of Advil that he had apparently not plundered, and turned around to the minifridge -- it actually didn't hold a lot in it (more sunglasses, waterbottles) and started digging around in that. "Here's also a hint, Lieutenant," he said, face to the minifridge. Scheelite didn't know it, but this was Charonite in a good mood. "If you call starseeds 'shinies' one more time, I will cut off your head and s**t down your neck. I will peel off your toenails. I will insert bamboo into your -- ********, where the ******** is it."
He was obviously looking for something. He continued: "I will let Ursula do your home decorating -- goddamnit. Here it is."
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 10:29 am
Any sane person would have just shut their mouth and obeyed orders. Most people also had a distinct filter between brain and mouth, which was something that Demy definitely lacked. So at this moment that nearly anyone else would have kept their thoughts to themselves, this particular Lieutenant blurted out exactly what he was thinking.
"Sheesh sir, don't you think you're rushing the relationship just a tad? I mean I just got here and all..."
Mercifully he was following orders even as he failed to stop the words spilling from his mouth. Did he -want- to remove his shirt? Hell no! He hadn't changed in anyone's presence since the 'incident' at the restaurant, and once the shirt was off and set aside it was easy to see why. There was a set of rather hideous bruises lining the boy's left side. Bruises he had been rather desperate to hide so people wouldn't worry about him, especially people like Z.
But he knew better than to tell Killingworth no. Thankfully he at least knew that.
At the threats, Demy had definitely raised a brow. Wow, just...wow. Such a pleasant man Mister Killingworth was. They had killed most of his amusement at the situation, though the home decorating still earned a slight snicker. Really? Home decorating? As a threat?
"Sorry sir? That's what they were introduced to me as, the name kinda...stuck?"
Right, note to self. Starseeds, use the word starseeds or risk having a s**t filled throat and the dreaded home decorating.
"Here's what?"
He was trying to peer, just to see what the other had been digging around to find. Hopefully it wasn't bamboo.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 1:21 am
Thankfully Killingworth had been too involved in the minifridge to hear Scheelite's savvy -- though considering how obtuse Killingworth tended to be over that kind of thing, Ursula would have been surprised if he'd gotten the innuendo. Then again, Charonite always did understand things at the worst moments. The man stood up -- he was holding nothing more menacing than an icepack.
And an expression of incredible grimness. Scheelite could not look forward to any sexy times, obviously. He approached him with the icepack like a weapon, and moved one hand forward over the technicolour bruises to prod the Lieutenant roughly in the ribs; at the telltale, unwillingly given noises of pain, he pressed the icepack to the bruises and said, "Hold that." Then he moved back to his desk.
"Not a ******** lot I can do for cracked ribs," he said. "Apply goddamn ice when you can. And whoever the ******** introduced you to shinies -- they'll get my boot in their a** if they do it again."
Killingworth unscrewed the top of the advil bottle and judiciously poured out four. Killingworth did not believe in skimping on anti-inflammatories. If only he believed in Flintstones chewables. "Here." They were dropped into Schee's other waiting hand. "Now tell me why the ******** you were scabbing starseeds at a burger joint."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:23 am
Sexy times with Killingworth would likely not be much fun for the young Lieutenant. Nevermind the simple fact it was Killingworth, but every other word being punctuated with "********" was just not something he was attracted to.
Thankfully he never really got to ponder this, as the sudden rather rough prod to his ribs ripped sounds of pain and a few choice expletives from Demy's mouth. <******** was gasping, and pretty god damn pissed off, but he still did what he was told and held the icepack to his side.
"God man like...a warning would have been nice."
Wounded, sore, and regretting letting anyone know he was injured even though hiding it was pretty damn hard he swallowed the pills. Son of a b***h that had hurt.
"Ice, got it. And boot to the a** for the shiny person, got that too."
Cringing, he continued to press the ice against his side despite how much it made him want to hiss in pain.
"Annnd about the burger place, I was just stopping off to get some food before shin---starseed hunting."
s**t, at least he had corrected himself quickly right?
"But, sir, certain individuals just would not leave me alone, thought an old school alley beatdown was just friggin hilarious, so I took theirs."
After receiving his current injuries, of course.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:06 pm
"All right, let's get this amply retarded story straight," said the General-King, who was leaning back against his desk and crossing his arms. He was tall. He was a little (a little?) imposing. He had not as of yet blackened Schee's eyes for him like a domestic abuse victim, so it was hopefully Schee: 1. "You go looking for starseeds. Some people get on your nerves. You take their starseeds. Now, riddle me ******** this."
One of Charonite's eyebrows was cocked up. The icepack was at least soothing his cracked ribs now instead of just being cold and nasty, and the leader looked unimpressed at his martial prowess (obviously if you encountered a bunch of assholes you were meant to come off unscathed. You could just about see the thoughts going through Charonite's head: sparring time with Obsidian is needed. Needed to make him fear life, anyway).
"Where did you put the goddamned bodies?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:14 pm
"....Bodies?"
There was a distinct hint of panic in the boy's voice. Demy was usually pretty calm. Demy was cool. Demy could handle things.
The body question threw him for a complete loop. He damn near dropped the icepack as his brain scrambled for an answer. Thankfully he didn't.
"B-bodies?!" Repeated, as though saying it a second time would somehow make it make more sense. "But Torbernite said it didn't hurt them! Said it was the shinystarseedthing inside that was the cause of their pain..."
Had the other lied to him? Had his own step-brother actually lied?
WAIT.
Maybe...maybe the general-king meant what he had done with their unconscious bodies? Phew, right, that HAD to be what he meant!
"I um...l-left them in the alley, sir...?"
What the hell was he supposed to do with them? Schee barely had a clue as to what was going on, and body disposal wasn't something that had ever crossed his mind.
The longer he was in this room with the (man he was tall) leader the more uncomfortable he felt. These questions were getting to him, really. He had the distinct feeling he was doing something wrong as far as the Negaverse went, and he simply didn't know what it was.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:30 pm
"You ******** dipshit!"
Charonite really was angry now. He thudded his fist down into the desk, unfolding his arms and pacing around to his window. Agitated. Ratcheting up the levels of annoyance, here. "You left a bunch of corpses -- " Yeah, 'unconscious' was not the word of the day here. " -- because that dumb little ******** Torbernite played a goddamn prank on -- for Nemesis' sake, you DUMB ******** stalked over to Scheelite with the icepack now. Scheelite was now in that well-known range to the other officers of spittleflecks. "Torbernite is going to get my boot up his a**," he snapped. "Stop being such a ******** child. Of course it kills them. It's their life energy. You want to understand more about why you're here?" Charonite's hand was suddenly at his chest. "I can give you another ******** jolt if the first one didn't take. You. Kill. People."
Disgust filled his voice. "I'm raking in too many of you en masse if I didn't get it into the tiny peanut of your brain that you're an OFFICER OF THE NEGAVERSE. YOU DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO FOR THE DARK KINGDOM."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:11 pm
The score likely read something along the lines of 'Schee: -9001' now.
The curses flew by in a blur, punctuated with the lovely addition of spittleflecks. Throughout it all the officer stood stock still, rooted to his spot in absolute horror.
Corspes. Life energy. Killing people.
Mind whirling, he had opened his mouth multiple times to get a word in edgewise. Each time the words had died in his throat, unable to get past corpses to formulate a thought. Corpses. CORPSES.
And then there was a hand at his chest and before he could think about it further something inside just...snapped.
"I apologize -sir-, I wasn't aware."
His free hand was up in an attempt to snag the threatening hand at his chest or at least push it away. He didn't need a second jolt. Not at this moment at least.
Oh there'd be a mental breakdown, one later on when maybe Demy could get a free moment to think about what he had done. But for now there was far too much adrenaline coursing through his system to allow for such a breakdown. He was shaking now, the pent up energy needing some way to release itself.
"I only had his instruction to go by, clearly I was...misinformed."
Demy Wright was extremely gullible. That night that Torbernite had informed him what the Negaverse did, he simply never questioned it.
"And how do you suggest getting rid of any future corpses? So that I don't disgrace you again, if you'll allow me the chance of course."
Something had awakened, shoving normal happy Demy aside for what could have been an acceptable Lieutenant. Maybe. It was the same thing that had saved his a** at that burger joint...and the same thing that had tried to steal Z's starseed.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:57 am
Charonite's hand had grabbed the one trying to snag his away and crunched his fingers down. This was not the most pleasant sensation, neither was the General-King staring you in the eye. Thankfully the voice that was driving Demy along was also driving him to not become one of the corpses that he was mentioning: it was like a self-defense mechanism.
"Torbernite's still getting his ******** a** spread across the goddamn football pitch," their leader snarled. "And you do what we all do with corpses: bury them in the ******** forest. Six feet down. We don't do shallow graves. That's nothing but ******** trouble. Animals get to the bodies. I'll give you the chance not to be a massive ******** stupid disgrace -- if that's even in you to do."
Charonite was not happy.
"Do not fail me."
The hand was dropped.
"I don't have time now for dipshit officers. We do not have the manpower any more. I need you at full capacity, not running around like you drank a goddamn glowstick."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:03 pm
He had winced as the leader's hand closed around his own. Sometimes popping one's joints was a pleasant feeling, however when it was someone else crunching your fingers around it didn't exactly feel nice. The wince was the only sign of discomfort he allowed though, the majority of his pain and whining currently locked up with the bit of himself trying to get over the word corpse.
"Yes sir."
A quick answer to multiple things. Yep, Torbernite was screwed, and if he made it through Charonite's rage he'd likely have a very pissed off Scheelite baring down on him as well. Yep, bury the corpses. In the woods, six feet down. Got it.
"It's in me to do, you'll see. I won't fail you."
Not that he really thought it was fair to call it a failure before. Afterall, he really hadn't known. But with the way the general-king was finger-crunching and snarling about asses spread way farther than they were ever intended to be he simply didn't want to argue the point. Demy was currently escaping with ice for his ribs and a whole new curse filled vocabulary. All in all it wasn't too bad of an encounter, as far as meeting with Charonite went. He could have gone for some Flintstones chewables but that was probably pushing it.
The mention of the glowsticks finally broke Demy out of his serious business mode and caused a grin to crack on his face.
"Promise I didn't drink a glowstick sir."
Not this time at least. Or ever. But he still liked to weave an epic tale over how his eyecolor came from a glowstick.
"Full capacity..." here he risked a glance down at his bruised and now sort of numb side. "Got it."
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 11:22 am
"You had better ******** get it," Charonite snarled, "because I don't tolerate a gentle learning curve. And the next time you see Torbernite, tell him I'm going to rip his face off and feed it to a dog." This would not be an encouraging thing to tell his half-brother. "Don't fail me again. I'm sick and goddamned tired of this s**t. Go out there, get some more star seeds because that's apparently the only thing you're good at, and show me that you're committed to the ******** Negaverse."
Only this time, Scheelite would know exactly what the price was for the shinies.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 10:25 am
He definitely was not going to tell Torbernite that. He and his 'bro' had a strained friendship as it was. Scheelite had to figure that delivering that kind of message would simply make it worse.
"Yes sir..."
The grin had faded, that happy little glowstick loving part of himself retreating back to its corner of denial. Starseeds. Corpses. He had to go -make- more corpses, or Charonite was going to make a corpse out of him. That part of his mind knew this, but it was still way too stuck in shock to reason with.
In reality, all he really wanted to do was go curl up somewhere and cry.
"Anything else I can do for you, sir?"
If not, he was so out of here.
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