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 Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 9:02 pm
"No."
"Come on."
"No. You're the idiot that wants to talk to her, not I. Knock on the door."
Obsidian found himself frowning down at the small, pudgy grey tabby who stared right back at him with a look of total boredom. Oh, sure, it was easy for him to waltz into Charonite's apartment for god's sake, considering he was the Queen's cat now. He didn't even know why he was here, really... but that incident with Moonstone had nearly been something he might have regretted later. Her death on his hands would have meant nothing--but the loss of power, that was something he couldn't afford. It'd be best if he was the one to speak up about it first, before she tried to stab him in the back or blackmail him.
Assuming, of course, she could think of something that complicated. "I'm gonna ask you one more time nicely, Cat. Call Ursula out here please."
Grendel snorted and began to groom a paw, not even dignifying the request with a response.
That was it. In an instant, Obsidian had snatched the creature up and began to shake him, ignoring the claws that sliced against his palms even as Grendel yowled loudly enough for the entire apartment complex to hear. If that didn't get Ursula to open the door, she was more heartless than he thought.
Or she was having sex. Sex was forgivable--except it was with that purple yak of a man.
He shook Grendel a little harder for emphasis.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 9:13 am
Thankfully, for Grendel's sake, Ursula was not mid-coitus and instead had been peacefully relaxing on the couch, watching reruns of American Idol. Thankfully as well (for both Grendel and Obsidian's sakes), she had not been singing along (this time).
She nearly fell off the couch when the sudden shrieking erupted in the hallway, and the young woman quickly darted to the door in a flash, eyes wide and confused by the sudden ruckus that seemed to suspiciously be coming from directly outside of her own door.
Apartment door was swung open, and she stared at the scene before her.
"Jesus ******** Christ."
In one swift move she snatched back her tubby tabby from the redheaded man and used her other hand to reach over and grab his arm, yanking him into the apartment. She peeked out into the hallway to ensure no one else had seen anything (Thank GOD no one apparently had) and closed the door as quickly as she'd opened it.
Clutching her poor abused Grendelpoo against her chest, she turned back and huffed in the other Captain's direction.
"Why...exactly did you feel the need to strangle my cat outside of my own apartment? I know I pissed you off, Obby, but jesus. Taking it out on Grendel? And in your Negaverse form? HERE?!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 12:06 pm
Ah, see? It'd worked like a charm, and he found himself allowing his eyes to flicker over Ursula even as he was yanked into Gunn Killingworth's apartment.
Predator territory.
Grendel was hissing under his breath, fur puffed out every which way even as he eventually, disdainfully stopped hiding under Ursula's arm and pounced free from her grip, almost surly as he wound himself around her legs and glared up at the captain. "He wanted to talk to you, but using words to get what he wants is just a little too mentally stimulating." Yes, Grendel was huffy, and yes, he was going to remember this if it was the last thing he ever did.
"That's what she said." Obsidian rolled his eyes. "It'd have been easy if he'd have just gone in and made sure you weren't having an intimate moment, but he wasn't cooperating, and look, you opened the door. And if anyone had looked, I'd have had a starseed to give you, too."
He'd let his gaze wander again, this time over the interior of the place. It was rather disappointing; he was expecting decapitated heads instead of cushions on the couch. Oh well.
"I almost killed Moonstone." He brought it up suddenly and without warning, and he'd look back to meet Ursula's eyes this time. He didn't want to talk about the incident between them that had only happened a few nights ago. "She was giving me s**t, and it got ugly."
Obsidian, coming to Ursula to admit he'd done wrong? That was something unheard of.
"...I thought you should know, if she comes bitching about it. I'm not good at this 'authority without violence' thing."
Grendel was staring at Ursula like don't you do it, don't you buy this. Grendel was probably hoping for some fried Obby-pancakes in a second here.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 9:33 am
The look she gave them both was nothing less than bewildered, Ursula attempting to do her best to mentally digest what both boys were telling her.
Obsidian was in her apartment. The same Obsidian who had swore she was now dead to him. The same Obsidian who she then promoted (though granted, it hadn't exactly been her choice). And he was now here, standing in front of her... taking responsibility for his actions?
Okay, not quite. He was confessing, but that in itself was unlike the Obsidian she'd worked with for the past year. This was not her Obby.
Glancing down, her eyes met with her Guardian's. She knew what he was thinking. She knew how livid he would be if she caved in to the redhead.
Sigh.
Nudging her foot gently against the chubby cat, she motioned towards the kitchen. He would get his pancakes, but they would not be of the Obby variety.
"A Captain for less than a week...." She paused, leaving the sentence unfinished as she glanced back at the young man before making her way into the kitchen to begin the pancake-making process. Instead, she shook her head. "You know, you're supposed to kill members on the other side, not ours."
Dry comment aside, she was intrigued why he felt the need to report it to her. Ursula. Did he think he would get off the hook easier than if he reported to Charonite?
Smart man.
"They can be frustrating, but you're the adult, Drew, you need to be more patient with the little twits. So tell me, what happened? And while you're at it, power down, you're kind of standing in the middle of my apartment."
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 2:43 pm
Oh, he knew that look. She was going to give in, and the thought made him bristle with irritation even as she pushed him towards the kitchen. Hmph! Fine, that was just fine. Sticking his nose in the air, Grendel stalked towards the kitchen with the snobby dignity only a cat could exude. Clearly, pancakes would be a reluctantly taken bribe for now, but the fact that Ursula was already beginning to move helped.
Grendel hopped on the table and stared unblinkingly at Obsidian. If looks could kill...
Score. That had gone better than expected, and at the request, he'd wordlessly power down back into Andrew Collins. "Well, if our side didn't attack their captains after they earned themselves a punch, it wouldn't have been an issue." The man rolled his eyes idly, stepping after her and smoothly ignoring the glowering cat.
"She'd slaughtered someone," And for Drew to use the word 'slaughtered', that meant mincemeat. "Cleaned up her little mess for her, told me she owed me a goddamn favor. Didn't like her tone," Which meant he was being an a*****e, "Smacked her good across the face, and then she nailed me in the balls and went berserk. Thought about slicing off her head," Which meant he almost had, "But didn't."
Clearly he didn't know how to talk to people well.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 7:49 am
She was in the process of retrieving both pan and cooking mix as he explained his story. The older girl paused as he finished, turning to give him a quizzical look.
"Moonie? As in like... our Pocahontas lieutenant? That Moonie?"
The mix remained still in her hand, and with another headshake, she set it down on the counter and moved to wash her hands. "Hard to believe she's mauling people, not when she could barely tolerate removing star seeds a few months back."
The memory of forcing the younger girl to steal away the life source of an innocent child had been an enjoyable experience for Nealite. Taking lives was simply the requirement for the job - it was rare to have so much fun at the expense of another.
The stove was turned on, and she moved around to the fridge to pull out what little milk was left on the shelf. Janice would be impressed; while Ursula was not a cook by any means, she'd learned over time how to make pancakes and make them good. She had to, really, when one had a Guardian who could only be bribed by breakfast food means. One hand idly waved Drew towards the table where Grendel sat. Apparently, he was expected to stay for breakfast.
"I wonder if she was hopped up on a seed, then, if she was acting up like that." Musing aloud, Ursula did her best to think over what could have caused such a stir in the normally quiet and sulky girl, "It doesn't make sense, for her to go all nutty on you. I don't understand. Did she like... did she say anything at all?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 7:28 pm
"Yes. She-Who-Walks-With-Bear-s**t. That Moonie." The man waved his hands a little, clearly amused with the Pocahontas reference even as the woman pulled the pancake mix out. Since when the hell did Ursula know how to cook? "That come in the housewife instruction booklet?" He couldn't resist asking very innocently.
Grendel's eyes were rolling so hard that it was almost a miracle they didn't disappear into the back of his skull. Clearly Obsidian had missed out on the wit department when they were handing out half-eaten brains.
Drew dropped himself into a chair once he was waved over to it, reaching out to snag Grendel despite the yowl of protest and plop the cat in his lap. Fingers scritched behind the cat's ears. He was probably about to get claws in his thighs in three, two--
"Might have been." He mulled seconds before Grendel leapt away, clearly disgruntled and happily seizing the opportunity when the captain was distracted. "Dunno. Swearing, tittering like a loon, looking like she wanted to puke. Dazed. 'Sir', I did teach her how to say 'sir'." A brilliant accomplishment, on his part.
"Well you can't have taught her how to read--that would require you knowing how to do that yourself." The cat hissed irritably, now on the complete opposite end of the table so he could be left in peace. Oh, he and Ursula would have words later...
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 10:08 am
"Housewife booklet is top secret, sir. If I told you, I'd have to kill you."
She was stirring the mixture by this point, the bowl pressed up against her as the spoon spun round and round. As she mixed, she idly wandered over to where the two boys were, her attention still focused on what the other Captain was telling her.
"I bet she'd been drinking, then," she mused aloud, pausing in the stirring to glance at her irritated kitty. Be good her look read, though she could tell from his scowl that his intentions were anything but 'good'. Fat, pudgy, sarcastic, and a mean streak to boot.
Garfield. Her cat was turning into ******** Garfield.
"You're a swearer when you drink - I'm sure she's the same way. We can't all be as fun and friendly as I am when drunk."
One hand waved away and she moved back towards the small kitchen, moving to pour the batter into the skillet. "Next time if she gets unruly, just bring her here for one of us to deal with." Preferably Charonite, but Nealite could certainly attempt a mean stare and curse word or two, "Or just knock her out and leave her. You're good about knocking girls out, after all."
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 10:55 am
"Or horny." Drew agreed idly, and now he was just waiting to get smashed over the head with that pan even as he eyed the cat. "I dunno. If she was drunk, you'd think her hand-eye coordination would be way off. It wasn't." His crotch was testimony to that.
There was a grunt, but an accepting one. Haul her a** back, or beat the hell out of her and leave her out cold. He could do that. "I never had to knock you out." Drew pointed out with a grin, rolling his shoulders some.
Grendel chose at that moment to revert to his human form, looking sullen as ever even as he toyed with his piercing for a moment. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the look from Ursula had him reluctantly quiet for now, and so he simply stared at Obsidian without blinking.
Stare. Stare. Stare.
Drew was valiantly ignoring the teenager for now, drumming his fingers on the table. "So? How's married life? You knocking it up every two hours?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 1:26 pm
She ignored his comment about her state of mind while under the influence. She was good about ignoring Drew's crass humor. She was also unmistakeably good at launching projectile objects and the nearby wooden spoon seemed eager to meet the back of the redhead's skull. But she would be good. For now.
"I seem to recall a time when you knocked me out during a senshi battle, dear," she returned nonchalantly, flipping finished pancakes onto a dish, one right after the other, "Castor would have been dead long ago, had you not decided to put me to sleep that afternoon."
After a few more minutes of pancake making, the batter was gone and the plate was full. She separated the stack onto two plates, then (with great waitress talent) brought them to the table along with silverware and syrup.
Placing the plates down in front of both boys, one eyebrow rose as she eyed her former boyfriend. "Knocking it up? Oh, constantly." The comment was unmistakeably dry, "In fact, he should be back soon for more. I'm irresistible, you know."
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Posted: Thu Apr 01, 2010 11:36 am
"Hey, your failings have nothing to do with me." He argued with a faint grin, stretching slightly as though to shrug off the accusations. "If you'd been alert, you wouldn't have gotten yourself knocked out and forced me to valiantly carry you to safety."
"Yes, and you failed to even bring the starseed with you. Bravo, Captain."
"Did you just hear verbal s**t splatter all over your table, Queenie?" Thankfully, cat and man were distracted when the pancakes were set down, and Grendel fell silent to quickly savor the sweet treats.
"Yeah, I thought so. Don't mind me--go on and ******** all over the table if you want. I'll go buy lint rollers." He wasn't about to be rattled so easily, leering a little at the attractive young woman before he started to eat. "So? How's life on top? Figuratively, I assume, though I guess he'd crush you if you were. You know."
Grendel was starting to make sounds like there was a hairball stuck in his throat.
"What are your plans, I guess is what I'm saying. For all of this." A casual, dismissive gesture with his hand, but there was no denying the legitimacy of his question.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 11:16 am
"Doing best I can be, I suppose, all things considered."
She moved around to the other side of the table and gently ruffled the Guardian's hair, the young teenager shooting a glare in her direction as she did so. Ursula made a mental note to have him get sized at some point - the punk style Grendel wore desperately needed a style update, from the last time she'd forced him to shop with her.
Her attention returned to the redhead and she smiled, watching him stare back at her. She didn't have to explain herself - he knew what she was referring to.
"I'm just going to enjoy life and live every day to its fullest, hakuna matata and all that jazz." He looked like he was about to scoff, about to call her a liar and point out the fact she worried worse than most anyone else he'd ever met when a pale hand moved over and tugged gently on the back of his ponytail. "That's just the way it's gonna be, Drew darling, and if you ask me again, I'll go into detail about what exactly my husband and I did in the chair you're currently sitting in."
Drew smirked and Grendel began to choke on his pancakes. Ursula simply patted the Captain on his shoulder and disappeared back into the kitchen, humming quietly to herself as she began to clean.
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