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 Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 11:42 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 11:44 am
 Name: Zachary Griffon Bantock
Nicknames - Zac, Grif, and under -great- protest "Z"
Zac is - ultimately, that kid who spent quite a lot of time being shoved into his locker. At least he used to be, for one reason or another he's doing a lot better these days. Most of the students who used to pick on him seem to have suffered unfortunate accidents, funny thing that. If he’d just watch what he said he might spend a little less time there. But unfortunately it’s still a lesson he’s in the middle of learning… we think.
He has dreams that someday he'll be in a band, that people will look up to him, respect him. He's not a bad musician either, except that he plays an electric violin not a guitar, and he's a far better singer than he is at playing instruments honestly despite his own opinions on the matter.
Then of course you have the other problem, He's no social butterfly, he doesn't get out enough to make a name for himself, he just doesn't trust people not to have an agenda when they talk to him.
After all... he normally has one when he talks to people, so why wouldn't everyone else? Irritating but necessary -The fact that he isn’t a strong fighter on any level means that Zac needs to utilize those around him he'd rather clean up what's left after the dust has cleared, It’s not unlike a gun really... you just find someone you can point, wind him up and send him on his way and split the ‘rewards’ when all is said and done. Virtues:
Strategic - tries to think out the best method to approach a situation before jumping in. Observe, analyze, and attack. - With a few allies on his side, they can 'attack' well even on the civilian setting. Neither one truly outstanding on their own but while one draws attention, the other can move in for the 'kill' - sometimes as simple as 'accidentally' having someone spill a tray of pudding all over a bully who's attention is on the Zac - to Zinkenite using smoke to help as many as he can get away from the Senshi with the information that he wants. Focused: Once his attention is on something it's hard to distract him from his task until he's reached a satisfactory conclusion. It's a necessary trait one might say, with someone as energetic as Sabine as your half Sister. You could march by with a marching band and only have a slim chance of him looking up from his work. This can also prove an Achilles heel when trying to get him -away- from things. It also helps him to memorize things more easily ((see Excellent Memory)) the two work hand and hand to make studying that much less stress full. It also allows him to work out some somewhat elaborate plans in such crowded and noisy places as the mall, or the cafeteria.
Excellent Memory: Not only can he analyze information presented him, he can remember it in great detail. This is also exceptionally helpful for schoolwork and gives him a little extra time for himself in a day - Test in class today? Not a problem, he can normally remember just enough of a given topic to at the least fudge his way through an answer, if not work towards a lower range A if he actually applies himself to the task.
Loyal - You'd have to work -very- hard to get past his defenses, his utter assurance that 99.9% of the worlds population has an ulterior motive or plan, and his general opinion that you too are 'too tall' and want to put him into your backpack for later amusement. - but if you -can-... while he'd -never- admit it out loud be sure that there will be more than a few 'unfortunate accidents' befalling those whom in turn cause -you- misfortune.
Flaws:
Napoleonic: Zac is... short. He fits easily into most overhead storage compartments - just ask the people who used to put him into his locker. But he also refuses to allow that to mean that those damned 'tall' people get to be the boss. He does however lack the Napoleonic complex that might be associated with it. He will not act like the proverbial 'yap dog' nipping at the heels of the mastiff, preferring instead to find his 'golden retriever' to do that for him.
Manipulative: To get what he wants, he tends to lean towards convincing others to do things for him, To be sure he uses his height as an advantage in this, after all he looks younger than he is thanks to his small stature, toss in innocent blue eyes and a pleading look and theirs just enough people he can sway to what he wants. Likewise... for at least a few people it keeps them from doing more than shoving him into the closest garbage pail. ((Which is better, all in all, than being given a black eye)) - How-
Depends on the situation, to 'point and shoot’ and the task becomes convincing the target that their interests are the same as yours. This could be insinuating that the end-target has been seen with your boyfriend or girl friend, notes left in 'the wrong locker' with deceptive content, or just pretending the principal is right behind you.
Unfortunately its also necessary because when he's -not- thinking about saving his own hide he shoots from the hip and is sometimes -all- to willing to speak his mind about your status on the evolutionary charts.
Oblivious - Sometimes theirs such a thing as 'too much focus' on a task, when you start ignoring the world around you for 'that bit of music' or... 5 more minutes I almost solved it on a puzzle; your inviting mishaps. Anywhere from the 'noodle incident’, to the sheer number of times that a simple 'sit down and read' time has turned into a 'stuffed into your locker' time.
Fortunately a handful of allies and the Janitor all know his locker combination now.
Jerk - lets face it... He's... a jerk. It's probably his biggest stumbling block to a successful manipulation of anyone, he might -almost- have you in pocket and then he'd probably let slip that he thinks your proof that Darwin Awards missed a few... and its back in the trashcan/locker. To quote rose ((my favorite summary of him to date))
"Zac is the tiny, angry misanthrope who hates the world but... still ends up getting shoved around the by the world anyway." - sorry Zac.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 11:45 am
 Age: 18 27 now25 Birthday: April 22thSign: Taurus Blood Type: B- Fav. Food: Chicken Hibachi Hated Food: Liver UGH! School: Graduated Hobbies:
Music, singing when 'no one' will catch him, reading, and sometimes people watching.
More information!
If the Radio is on, and he thinks he has a moment alone you can almost count on him singing along, or at least humming when he doesn't know the words. If you leave him alone long enough with an instrumental piece its very likely in fact you'll catch him doing a little ((ta ta ta tumm...de..da...dum)) to the music. Though he swears its a death sentence if you talk about it.
Reading: You can learn so much valuable information just by reading. Obviously it'd be easier if you could find diaries more often, but then again reading about histories most famous battles and strategies, psychology to not only help you try and understand people but to use their own personalities against them. Just -amazing- stuff really. If you count that one of his favorite things to read are the 'Kathryn Dance' novels by Jeffery Deaver - where in the heroine is an expert in 'reading people' and manipulating them into confessions, its a glimpse at his own ambitions.
Away from school, and more often than not listening to people talk as a sort of 'sound track' to the world sometimes, he likes to go to the mall, sit in the food court and just -watch- people so he can try and figure them out. Sometimes it gets you insights on other students. Wasn't that boy with a Crystal girl just last week? Who's the new girl in the Meadowview uniform.
Other times its just an exercise in frustration that normally ends up with a trip to the music store to peruse the latest CD's - or over to the bookstore so he can peruse books to see if he can find something new and to his liking.
Appearance:
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Roughly the color of Tanzanite
Stature/Build: Finally Puberty has started to work it's sweet magic... he's now 5'7 and strutting like a peacock.
Dress: On his own prefers a sort of Goth/Punk style of clothing with -minimal- additional colors preferring Black/Grey/and sometimes white... as contrasted to other friends over enthusiastic color palate, or Ever's odd clothing collection
Prefers to slip past notice rather than to stand out despite his fringe taste in clothes. He denies that they work to counter purposes saying his height counters it. This he says is only till he's got respect. Once your respected blacks and grey aren't to hide, their classy. Status is everything even with colors.
More about:
Dirty Little secrets - collects... panda bears. The only one he carries with him is a little skull and crossbones with a panda head. But related to them because they -appear- to be harmless...cuddly, generally not dangerous to deal with but in fact can be -quite- dangerous.
Broken Home - His folks are separated, he lives with his Mother who, by some miracle is actually an inch shorter than he, which he revels in.
Smooth Criminal - theirs more than one way to skin a cat - when crossing this one bear in mind he has more than one way to get what he wants.
Theirs the chess game deception - move two pieces you dislike towards each other for inevitable combat - for example...Partner A in passing congratulates target A on his score with target B's girlfriend while target A and target B are both within earshot. Call Partner A away to prevent your piece's involvement in the subsequent conflict, If necessary supplement with 'misplaced locker notes detailing said 'score and asking to repeat' with girly penmanship.
The "witness" protection agency - it's better to threaten a witness with a strait shot to the principal, than to try and argue logic with a gorilla.
Truth and Consequence - yeah you -could- beat me up for the fun of it, but then you'd have bruised knuckles, a long explanation, and a series of photos taken in the locker room and posted on a web sight of questionable content - wouldn't it be better just to let bygones be bygones?
*** NEW****
Mauvian Tech -
Since his return Zink has the following Mao Tech.
Right Arm: Capable of touching and feeling like a normal human arm, rather than being strong and battle ready. The arm now incorporates his Crimson Crystal to provide an illusion of being a normal hand when he's not in uniform.
Right Eye - Slightly off in color, - Zink's eye has been replaced. while in no way ’solid’ or able to determine details more than a vague and flickering outline, it allows
him to discern solid shapes, and moving figures in smoky situations when ‘activated’
The downside to this is that use for more than 30 seconds at a time causes a stabbing headache making it hard to concentrate and encouraging departure rather than it being an effective means of gaining an advantage during a fight.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 11:46 am
weapon -
((Support Nega, Ranged attacks))
Lieutenant Smoke pellets - Haze to blind, smell to...well disgust. don't catch it it'll snap in your fingers and I'm informed this hurts. )Now with wooden slingshot!(
Captain Smoke Pellets - (Upgrade to a metal Slingshot?) with yet more smoke pellets, just longer range and he can swat you with them.
Wrist mounted Launcher- that...fires tear gas 'crystals' - they appear in the shape of star seeds but you won't like breathing this.
General King Weapon - Smoke spheres providing a localized concussive blast -
- Base effect – The gas is so thick and noxious at this point that it can cause black outs in base level characters because they have such a hard time breathing. Eyes burn, throat burns, eyes water to the point they can’t see. –The concussive blast assists in knocking them over.
- Second Stage characters struggle as though they are having an asthmatic attack, they might vomit or struggle to stand for lack of oxygen and their accuracy is hindered – Concussive blast may knock them over or simply bring them to their knees
- Eternal - Eyes still watering, coughing is very likely but they are hindered but not ‘removed’ from the fight. Like breathing contaminated air and heavy smoke. – Concussive blast will stagger them, possible knock back.
- Other fourth stage characters are staggered, their eyes may water, and they might choke. They still have to fight to see through the smoke but they have the power to fight. – Concussive blast like a hard punch.
The concussive Impact affects anyone within a 2-foot rage of the Smoke Sphere, beyond that the impact is more jarring than dangerous.
The smoke itself has a radius of 8 feet, enough to fill a mid sized room with thick smoke if in an enclosed space, in open air the density of the smoke is lessened but still obstructive to vision in general.
Battle Cry: "Idiot..." ((Joke sorry... but he would))
Costume: I really don't... know? I told Natsu I'd leave it up to her, the only thing I think I might enjoy is a long coat (because I own one) but also because it would kinda make him look shorter IMO?
Perhaps something out of place like a panda patch where a rank insignia would go on a military uniform.
Why would they pick him? ---
Strategist - He could make, or assist with the creation of plans for the negaverse, coordinating people to 'maximize their potential' in a fight.
Helpful - Teaming him up with Scheelite would improve Schee's efficiency (provided they study their relationship)
Organized - But he could also (to suit his own ends) work with others to create more functional plans, coordinate attacks between multiple Lt's etc.
Loyal - His fundamental lack of trust makes it unlikely that he could be swayed by 'outsiders' - at least with the Negaverse He could understand what they wanted and 'relate' to that as opposed to Senshi "what do they -really- want, no one does this for 'free'...
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 11:47 am
'Significant' Personal posessions -
1 - cellphone, black, small panda charm (laugh and die)
2 - Blue Electric Violin
3- Mr. Tenebrous (never seen but by cousin and roomie)
4- grey iPod - christmas gift.
5- the note books, half indecipherable notebooks of strange but detailed lists of information about a great deal of people, including things like hours, weight, height, and eye color. Sometimes writing samples or stranger things.
6 - a curious Red Crystal That is now hangs from a thick chain about his waist. That is now part of his right arm.
Crimson Crystal Power –
In its bond with Zinkenite the crystal expresses its power in a ‘curious’ manner – allowing him to temporarily take on the appearance of a different person, in wardrobe and appearance. It suppresses but can not eliminate his ‘evil’ aura however so he can still be found out if someone gets too close. This power behaves much like Sailor Moon’s Henshin Pen in the animated series – which allowed her to pass as such things as a nurse or a police officer
He cannot transform himself into ANY player character without that player’s permission. - The crystal is now fused with is Mauvian Tech, and is used to make his metal arm look human when he's not in uniform.
Old Transformation permissions.
Crystal is currently with --- ((?????)) - Yeah you didn't think I'd let you know right? Keep watching the RP's ;D
-- on using the crystal ---
"Crimson Crystal Power! Transform me into _______________"
-- Has permission to turn into -----
Uranophane
Laurelite
Fayalite
Lyra
Gianfar
Kurma/Perry
Chloe
((More to be added))
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 11:50 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 12:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 6:49 pm
((Luna P - from people's choice)) -  FIVE battles - 5
EIGHT regular - 12
EIGHT solo - 4
Stress Release, or something like it - Cardians (Mantiz)
What you Dream - Cardians
Wait, you are...?! - Scheelite/Zinkenite
The Noose - Tate/Zink/Leo
Wipe Out - Schink/Pilades
Lead a horse to water Lina/Schink/Wasat
Smoking is Bad for your Health - Zink/Lyra
What you least expected - Schink/Lyra
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If the shoe fits - (OT) - Zink/Faya/Shoemaker.
Regular RP's -
The Waiting Game - Mostly others ((not counting this for various reasons))
Shut up mean's I love youDem/Zac
Would you please Shut up! - Scheelite/Zinkenite
Please report to Dr. Luv - Zac, Ursula, Khaldun
Take two and Call me in the Morning - Demy and Zink
They'll pay, They'll ALL pay!" - Schee/Zink
Elite Beat Agents - Nega team meeting
Game of Life - 'Enterprise' and Wiseman
Where the Heart is - Z/Beth
The Other Side - Z/Dem
The Whole Story - Z/Beth
You Scream like a Girl = Z/Dem
The Best Present EVER Z/Dem
Hospital Food and Visiting Hours - Z and Ladon
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Meeting Allies - Schink/Fayalite
Tangled Webs - Perseus/Zink
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General Requirements -
SIX battles - 6 Fin
TWELVE regular - 11 fin
TWELVE solo - 12 fin
Black Coffee, White Pawns - Zac & Janice - Regular - FIN ***
Your mission, should you chose to accept it - Zac & Toki - Regular FIN ***
Duty over Coffee - Zac and Elena - Regular - FIN ***
Step into my Parlor Zink/Beryl - Regular FIN ***
Captain oh my...General? - Lina/Zink - Regular - FIN
Guess what I got! - Schee/Zink - Regular FIN ***
Airforce Zircon and Zink - Regular
Home sweet Home?Zac and Lyra - Regular - FIN ***
RecognitionQueen Beryl and Zinkenite - Regular - FIN ***
What the ---- Happened to you?! Demy and Zac - Regular - FIN ***
A one-sided Meeting Adira/Zac - Regular - FIN ***
The Untouchable - Tate/Zink - Regular - FIN ***
Let them Eat Cake - Zac/Beth - Regular - FIN ***
That is one BIG Damn Plush - Zac/Dem - Regular - FIN ***
Epic Timing! - Adira and Zinkenite - Regular - FIN ***
Someone got an Upgrade... - Zink and Hel - Regular
Cat Scratch Fervor - Zac and Dem - FIN **
@*(%@&#xin;g Senshi! Demy + Zac - FIN **
Game Night Beth, Zac and Dem
We need to talk... Zac/Dem - Regular. - FIN
Even Evil Deserves a little Fun - ORP-Nega. - Regular(ish)
Crystal Clear - GQ/Crystal Discussion.
Deep Space - Lyra/Zink (space) FIN
Up Against the Wall - Dem/Zac/Schee/Zink (Fin)
P.D.A is not always a blackberry - Zac/Dem/Toki - FIN
Senshi Sensus - Zink/Pain
Twix and doughnuts, mind the sprinkles] - Uranophane/Zink FIN
Truce or Consequences - Zac/Beth
Mistletoe is Deadly
Hotfoot - Vulcan/Zink
Merry Christmas, Bah Humbug - Zac/Dem
Seeing Red - Tanz/Zink
Ald Lang Sine - Elzo, Beth, Zac
First Impressions - Zac and Tali
What the Dickens- Zac and Ever
What is Love - Zac and Ladon
Dirty Little Secrets - Zac and Audrey
Wake up Dreaming - Zac and Adira
Hide your Face - Ever and Zac
Bass Beat - Zac/Ever/Obby etc - ORP
Island in the Storm - Zac/Zink/Ever
Rabbit Heart - Zink/Sera
The bitter Saddest Part - Zink/Tate.
Strung Out - Zac/Beth/Dem
Below the Alpha - Nega ORP.
Return to Darkness - Nega ORP
Cruising for a Bruising - Zink/Faya/Schee
Thicker Than Water
Ground Zero - Tanz/Zink
Trapped in Amber - Zink/Alkaid.
Mending - Zink/Alkaid.
---Battles as Captain--
"Bro, It's not my fault I look awesome -Euterpe & Zink - battle (FIN)
King Me - Perseus/Selenite/Zink
All the better to Fight you With - Wolfram/Zink (FIN)
Birds of a Feather - Lyra and Zink - turned fight. (FIN)
Sparring - Faya/Zink/Schee (FIN)
Get OUT of my mind! - Lyra/Zink [Fin]
Destiny City Halloween Masquerade and Brawl - In which Zink steals a red crystal. (FIN)
That DAMN cat - Zink-Chloe-Lyra (FIN)
Crossing a Line - Zink/Lyra (FIN)
Usually Unusual - team training battle Zink/Faya/Selenite - FIN
Snow Battle Royale - ORP - FIN
Chalk Wars - R.o.t.C - Zink/Faya/Selenite
Catfights on the Catwalk - Fayalite/Scylla + "Z'irgo"
Where there is Smoke - Ares/Zink
R.E.M. - ORP
Priorities - Ares/Zink
Seeing Double - Zink/Kirin
Define Worth - Zink/Castor - ** lina plot arc.
Ground Zero - Tanz/Zink---
General Zink
--General Zink-- Regular
No Loss - Zink/Castor.
Between Sleep and Waking - Zink/Peg
You Look like My Age - Zink/Hugbell
Hello Darkness - Zink/Alkaid
Bird's of a Feather - Zink/Schee/Faya/Quail
M.I.A - Zac/Ever
Sad Panda - Zac/Audrey ** Lina Plot
Congrats! You're not the Shortest Anymore! - Zink/Fluo
Strings of Fate - Zac/Beth.
Smoke and Surprises - Zink/Schee
The Fallen Zink/Schee- BMC
Southern Rampart - BMC
Almost too Late - Zink Uranophane
Set Fire to the Rain - BMC finale.
The Little Things - Zink/Fluo Post BMC
A Soldier's decision - Zink/Schee Post BMC
Ever After - Zac/Ever Post BMC
Back to Planning- Zink/Dem
Phoenix Down - Post BMC Zink/Tanz/Lyra
It's in the Cards (Catologue) - Ever/Ilmenite / Zac/Zinkenite
Rebirth - Zink/Lyra
Limited Options - Zac/Ever
Bad News - Ladon/Zac/Sabine
Deja Vu - Daphine/Zac
Make Yourself at Home - Zac/Ever
Security Blankets - Zac/Sabine.
Medling - Zac/Tony
Take you to the Candy Shop - Zac and Daphne
Source of Pride - Ilmenite/Zink
Nothing to See here - Zac/Sabine
Reading Rainbow - Zac/Tony
The Halls of Hillworth - Zac/Rik
You work WHERE? - Zac/Dem
Star Wars - Zink/Ilmenite
Omega - Zircon/Zink
Operation Infiltration Zink/Hero/Tanz - ((to be summoned))
Wine and Song - Zink/Ian
Violence Inherent in the System! - Zink/Camelot
Ring Ring Zac/Sabine.
What's this? - Zac/Sabine.
Cheer Up Emo King - Zink/Allunite.
The Halls of Hillworth - Zac/Rick
Check Please - (Lyra/Zink/Tanz/Carne/Euc) - Corruption
Omega - Zircon/Zink
Ancestry.com has nothing on me - Zac/Caleb
Blood Red - Lyra/Zink/Laurelite
Strategic - Zink/Tanz.
Matter of Business - Zink/Wolf.
A little Special Attention - Zink/Dhalia.
Confidence - Zac and Ever
Here comes the Rain - Zac/Falco.
Information Grapewine - Zink/Fluorite
Check Zac/Falco
an Unavoidable Meeting - Zink/Alexandre
Comfort and Candy - Zac/Daphne
Stalemate - Zac and Nate
Dirty Little secret - Zac and Dahlia
Confessions Zac/Matthew
Post Factum Zac and Ever
What Big Teeth Zink/Wolframite
Probitas et VeritasZinkenite/Tanzanite
Accountable Zinkenite/Beryl
Dangerous Thoughts Zinkenite + Laurelite
Lunch Guest - Zac and Nyasa
Insert title Here - Zac and Sabine.
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General Zink - Battles
Shaking the System - Zink/Lyra
The More we Change - Zink/Pers
Sudden Death BMC Battle
Tea Sipping Gentelman - Zink/Kallichore
Jellyfish Tea Time - Zink/Andromeda
Over you're head - Albali/Lina/Zink.
We don't say German In America - Dropped out for OT at work but saving for ref. - Boss Fight.
Lock and Key
Back to the End
One was Enough - Zink/Polux.
In Truth - Veritas
Hittin my head against the wall - Zink/Castor/Lina
Take Note - Zink/Alunte/MuCephei
Deliciously Awful Zink/Uanthe
Blood and Truth - Veritas/BMC
Solos: - saved in Journal.
Grace - Page 3
Less than Perfect - Page 3
Sense of Direction - Page 3
BMC Hunt - Page 3
BMC #2 - Page 3
BMC #3 - Page 3
Like Hope - Page 3
The Wise Old Owl - Page 3
No Rest for the Wicked - Page 3
Simple Things - Page 4
Aftershocks - Page 4
The Blank Page - Page 4
-- GK Transition *** Promotion RP*** Everything you Ever
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 9:10 am
Captain Solos - Acid Green
Too late for I love you
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Solo - Not so sure
He had stayed up late reading, no not just reading, memorizing. The books pages had grown soft from the constant turning, the spine so broken that it was almost illegible.
A beginners guide to chess, his last birthday present from his father, he wanted so much to make sure he was proud of him. Just once he wanted to see the smile appear on his father’s face, or even remain there when he glanced down at him.
Zac’s father was a mountain, he was looked up to by all his friends, his mother loved him madly…he worked hard to put food on their table. He worked so hard in fact that he was seldom home. He worked so hard… that Zac had to work very hard too, to be sure he was happy. He had a long way to go, he knew that… but when he showed his father how much he appreciated the gift, how much he had learned… surely then he would smile.
He turned the page and started scanning it again, carefully and quietly repeating the words he had a hard time with and drawing his finger under them to be sure of every syllable.
The front door slammed, and he heard his mother call delighted…
He folded the page carefully and slipped from under his coverlet and padded in stocking feet down the hall still holding his precious book to peer out at them, he was supposed to be in bed and he could not be caught.
As he walked, he heard delight turn to anger, it was not uncommon, but he knew, since it was no more than a memory, that tonight was different.
He watched his Hero, his mountain, his father storm towards the decanter that smelled of rubbing alcohol and smoke and pour him-self a glass and drink it fast. That was never a good sign. His mother following hot on his heels, her arms waving wildly, snagging at his collar, some stain there, some smell. He could not remember the exact words.
Re remembered part of them though, he always would. “That scrawny runt, is not my son”
He remembered staring at his mother then, wanted her to say something, his father must have been drinking before he came home. She did not… she said he was his son, but that it was ‘her fault’ that he, was ‘short like that’…and then she went on a tirade, said she would send him to live with her sister, they could start over… just them.
He nearly lost his grip on the precious book then, no…not precious. It seemed suddenly meaningless They didn’t want him, what child didn’t at some time fear that to be true, and for him it was.
She screamed that she loved him, he called her worthless…said she had no self-respect and knocked her down with a sweep of his hand. She clung to his ankle and begged him, she swore again and again that she loved him… and he still walked out that door. Their eyes had met as he had left. Zac had held up the book to show him that he’d been reading it…and the door slammed close as his mother curled up on the carpet and wept.
Zac.. who would become Zinkenite…
Who believed in Santa Clause, the tooth fairy, and stayed up late at night to watch for the Easter bunny
on that day stopped believing in heros…
he stopped believing in love… and determined that he was unwanted.
Zac sat up with a huff, clutching for a book whom had fallen apart long ago, he cold still remember the opening page he had read it so often.
He didn’t believe in love, he repeated that to himself again, and again… he would never be like his mother…
But glancing at Demy, still curled up and for once smiling, even laughing for a moment in his sleep. Times like that, he had to admit, he was not so certain that was till true.
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Tangled Webs
(Solo)
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It had been a long night, but a productive one. Yes, he’d bartered out an apology that could potentially get him into trouble, but at the same time he’d gained a modicum of safety for his cousin. That alone made it honestly worth the while.
But He’d also gained some valuable information by following the little ‘love birds’ as he had dubbed them. Wolfram knew this young woman –AS- Wolfram.
He had suspected as much. The sight of Wolfram visiting this rather tall young woman was not unexpected; in fact they seemed rather attached.
It was amusing actually to see the degree to which Wolfram went to try and hide the whole business, yet he also seemed to be more forward about it than even ‘Scheelite” whom had only visited twice that he could see.
The big question was, did this young woman know he was also “Landon” He closed the dorm room door behind him and sat down on the edge of his bed to use a few moments quiet time to re-create the notes that he had ‘relinquished’ to Wolfram.
There was no way that the young man could have suspected it was just a few days worth of unsorted information, he could recall most of the things that he had thought were of particular note.
He made notes on her height, weight, eye color, refilled out a few details on how she behaved with friends, added on how she behaved to Wolfram as well and cross referenced his notes on Wolfram.
He flipped to his notes on Wolfram next and added more detailed notes, marked down the favor, and his side of it and added details on Wolfram’s behavior.
He paused to stare down at the self-made shorthand tapping the pen against his chin thoughtful and then smiled.
He suspected that if need-be he could coerce another favor out of Wolframite. He would just have to play his cards and timing right. He could even do it with an idle musing that he had seen them together; it would not be unheard of that he might have been passing by. In fact it was a neighborhood where he and Scheelite had traveled a few times already, of course Wolfram wouldn’t know that yet.
The biggest trick would be to find out if she knew the tie between Wolfram and Landon, or if she knew Landon at all. That, would make for a very –big- favor. Revealing oneself to a civilian, oh yes…
He closed his notebook and made himself save that little bit of information for when he –truly- needed it. There was no sense in becoming greedy when all he really wanted was to ensure things went smoothly. People just had to learn to stick to a plan, that was all.
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Tangled Webs - afterword (Perseus/Zink)
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Getting out of the building was one thing, the stairs had been a challenge, but it was nothing compared to getting down all 7 flights of stairs only to find out...
He had no idea where he was. None... at all. He stared around wide eyed and could swear he felt his pulse rising with the first hints of panic. Stay calm, he told himself, just stay calm you'll find a landmark, or a map... or preferably both.
Why did everything look so different in the daylight, how far was he from where he started, hell... what direction had he fled to get away the night before? It -had- only been a night... right? He glanced back to the building he had just left trying to memorize it just in case, and to make sure that he hadn't been followed. She had to have noticed by now but if she planned to follow him, was something that he couldn't even begin to 'calculate'.
He took of his coat and slung it over his arm hoping it still worked as far as making him look more like a civilian, any visible bandages he'd just... have to act casual and hope no one questioned it till he found someplace safe to get back OUT of uniform, at least then he'd be wearing his sneakers, so much better for what he was quite sure would be a long walk. It was still early though so the streets would not be so crowded, not like the shoulder to shoulder rush he was used to for days when no one had anything better to do than to cruise the store fronts and stare like pithed frogs into the window displays. The idea of ogling mannequins dressed in the seasons fashions or in some new example of just how little cloth a person could get away with wearing before being arrested for indecent exposure had never appealed to him.
Actually he rather wished that store owners could be arrested for scandalous displays, as some of them barely qualified as much better than plastic pornography in the making.
Here though, it seemed the store fronts were much 'classier', windows with gold writing in fine scripts advertised everything from clothing to patisseries and small boutiques the likes of which he had honestly never set foot in before, being the sort to prefer practicality over panache. Still there were things he wished he could have afforded in the windows when he let his gaze drift... that blue crystal for Lyra, or that rather fancy shirt, but a 50 dollar price tag was too high for something that he had little doubt needed dry cleaned as well. Never mind that half his irritation with the costs came from the aches and pains that still lingered and his current utter confusion as to his location.
Occasionally, he had the distinct feeling that he was being watched as well, that feeling alone made him too edgy to return to his civilian clothes, as much as he wanted to retrieve his wallet, or even his cell phone to call someone for a ride... or even to pay a taxi cab. Depression made him bold however, spying a young lady texting on her cell phone he approached, politely and gave a small bow that made her curl her lip like he was something the dog had dragged over and dropped on her shoe. Her purse-dog barked at him twice till he scowled at it and it vanished somewhere behind a hot pink wallet and an emery board.
"So sorry..." He said with his best 'stiff upper lip' accent, praying she was too disgusted at being approached by someone who was shorter, dirtier, and injured.
"My cell phone, is out of 'juice'... would you mind terribly?" he extended a hand to her and she blinked several times before giving a shrug as though turning over your cell phone to a complete stranger was little more bother than leaving pennies for the next customer at a store.
He dialed quickly and prayed that he would get an answer even with the early hour. He thought it was going to go over to voice mail when she actually answered.
"Hi... yes, no mam.... sorry... No if you could give me directions or... Yes, Im afraid so... as much as I can. Yes.... yes..." he gave a relieved sigh when she said she'd meet him, and gave him directions on how to get somewhere familiar. It was going to be one hell of a report to be sure. But at least something had gone right. "Thank you..." He said and hung up at last, brushing off the phone as though he had 'contaminated' it just to mock the young woman. She had stuffed a piece of gum into her mouth and was chewing on it like a permed camel as she waited, he dropped it into her hand and gave another small bow, remembering her face, her hair, and where he had last seen her in the hopes that someday he might make sure she did something 'useful' with her life...
namely... He was sure that underneath that rather arrogant, dog totting, bleached blond exterior... lay a rather beautiful star seed. No wonder they said real beauty lies within. With that, more pleasing thought in mind, and directions at last he proceeded to limp his way towards his Captain, and a safe place to 'change clothes'.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 8:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 1:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 6:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 6:33 pm
--- Captain art recieved <3 -----
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 6:33 pm
((Backdated – written Nov 3rd)) Ultimatum - After the Fight
They had fought, and what a fight… what a fight indeed.
He’d aired every single grievance he had… jealousy…envy, anger…aggression… all of it open to the air. He hated feeling that any time he did well it upset Scheelite, hated it more than he even had the words to express.
He was free, free of that bothersome word ‘relationship’, with all its connotations like ‘boyfriend’ and ‘kissing’…
So why did he feel so twisted up inside?
There were things that Dem did that were wonderful; it just didn’t always feel like it balanced out the things that were so…amazingly frustrating either.
He started shoving homework into his book bag. He spent a long time staring at his phone. He should Call Captain Lina, apologize for arguing like that in front of her.
He respected her a great deal all things considered… he LIKED her a great deal.
Not –that- kind of like of course… he just liked her as a person.
By that token though he liked Dem as a person too, he just happened to prefer civilian Dem to Lieutenant Scheelite, and that was hard to justify. He still saw them as one person, but at the same time he didn’t…he couldn’t.
He flipped on the radio to try and drown out his thoughts with the music.
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Just don't give up I'm workin it out
Please don't give in, I won't let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey, whataya want from me
Whataya want from me
Whataya want from me
He cursed when he recognized the lyrics immediately, Dem had shared the song when he felt it reflected ‘their relationship’, and in some ways it drove the proverbial knife far too close from home. He clicked off the radio again frustrated and stared at it for a long moment accusingly.
“Don’t go getting ideas!” He told it furiously “I’ll rip your batteries out…” He shoved Mister Tenebrous into his bag and jotted a note onto a scrap of paper before heading for the door. Dem should understand…maybe appreciate the small distance between them…. Right?
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It wasn’t but a few days later when he got the call, they hadn’t even spoken since the argument, somehow that made it worse. The words chilled him to the core as they were dictated, ever so carefully and with detached but forced sympathetic tones.
His cousin Beth was in the hospital in a Coma, he’d just heard that moments ago, but no sooner had he hung up the phone, not even a chance for the shock of it to finish with him that the phone rang again.
Demy was in the hospital, the same coma as Beth, the same coma as half the god-forsaken city…and no one knew why.
He hung up the phone, and stared at the wall for a long time while his mother stood and demanded to know who had been on the phone, what had happened. The emergency radio clicked on to announce that the city was in lock down due to the mysterious ‘plague’ that had swept the city.
They couldn’t all have lost their starseeds, not that quickly, not so many, not Demy, could they have? He related the news to his mother barly able to form the words, he had to work so hard not to say something that might have given him away as one of ‘those terrorists’ like the Shadow military and the Freaks in shorts and miniskirts…
After he told her he just drifted away to his room where he sat for the longest time, unable to find words or form a coherent thought beyond that they were ‘gone.’
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