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 Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 8:38 am
It wasn't normal for him to carry quite so much with him, at the best of times it was a thermos of warm tea, never really hot because boiling water wasn't really an option where he stayed during the civilian hours of a day.
He waited patiently... expecting a report from his Captain and to lead him to a particular place that he enjoyed watching humanity, and other things from. Not the bridge, no not the bridge yet...that was of yet almost 'sacred' to himself and the chance meeting with Pegasus...Helios. As was the secret they had shared.
He tapped his foot and then realized he hadn't brought a watch, he had no real idea if the other was 'casually late' or not or if he was just being overly impatient, he had to give credit to the thought that it was most likely the latter... he was almost always impatient when he had a destination in mind, or when he wanted to learn something.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 9:13 am
No, Zink wasn't only impatient, though that might have been a contributing factor. Ilmenite was also late; not terribly late, just enough that he was trotting when he arrived, patting down still-damp hair. Work wasn't as much fun as it had been before, and he found himself getting lost in the stacks more and more -- which, hilariously, meant he ended up leaving later and hopping into the shower to cut things closer than he'd intended...
The General would probably spot him first, tugging on the hem of his shirt, before Ilmenite's eyes lifted and a smile flashed across his face. He was late, and he was hurrying, and that was as much of an apology as Zink was going to get.
"Waiting here long?" He was still a little breathless, damnit, and cigarette smoke clung despite the obviously-recent shower. He'd maybe taken an extra five minutes to light up, too...
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 9:24 am
"Do you EVER stop smoking." Was the reply to the question about waiting. Cue the perfect time to be snarky in regards to weaponry. "How was work?" He added and then turned and started towards their next 'target location'.
"And go ahead and start telling me what you've found..." he sounded more than a little eager on that front. He had a hunger for knowing that almost seemed like he was starving at all times.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 9:42 am
Ah, report, right; he reached out to nab Zink's arm to keep him from going anywhere, and dipped a hand into his pocket in search of something. Ilmenite ame up with a twice-folded cluster of papers, three pages, a little rumpled around the edges. When he held them out in offering, it was with a twist of a smile on his face, something teasing. A dangerous expression, that. It meant he thought he'd done something funny.
"Burn them when you're done, I guess. We can use the flames to light me up a cigarette. What's in the backpack?" Words tumbled on top of each other, distracting, trying to be cool maybe, but his eyes tracked Zink closely, waiting for the reaction...
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 9:49 am
Zink glanced at the arresting hand and then at the Papers before glancing back at Ilmenite and taking them, carefully unfolding them with a suspicious lingering gaze on 'that smile'. "should get you some water soluble ink too..." he muttered not much caring for the idea of trying to burn the notes.
"What the..." He squinted at the notes, held them at arm length and then stared at ilmenite. "Are you serious... you wrote your notes... in Latin." He arched a peevish eyebrow at Ilmenite. There would be little chance of burning the notes tonight, he'd be too afraid he missed a word or mistranslated one.
"You are... why... haaahh...never mind." he said and folded him crisply again before putting them into his coat pocket. "Follow me and we'll speak in regards to the back pack."
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 9:57 am
Ilmenite grinned at him, shameless and self-satisfied, rolling his shoulders in a quick shrug. He wasn't sure if he was more amused by the reaction or the lack of reaction. Zink was getting used to him, it seemed, he pushed the other man's buttons a little bit less. That was good, so long as they didn't get bored...
He followed, this time, sticking close enough that shoulders brushed, and shook water again from the tips of his hair. "I was working on your notebook, and decided I should at least try some kind of code. French felt too obvious...I can check you out a Latin-English dictionary if you need one."
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 10:01 am
"NO...no more checking out books for me! That ... Tin thing was ABYSMAL by the way!" He said brandishing a finger at last, waging it like he was scolding. "Just... god if its bad enough that I think its unrealistic its pretty DAMN bad... I mean really who the hell would...and you wouldn't just... and they only ever...Nevermind!... Latin...god. I'll find my own dictionary thank you!"
"I am not just teaching you the code either, you have to learn it!" he added in 'huff part two'. "And I -will- find the time and learn your damned latin... somehow." He said though he at least sounded rather 'stretched thin' on the thought. It was getting hard to learn, study, patrol AND sleep.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 10:08 am
The grin grew, and grew -- the wiggling finger, oh god, hadn't they had this conversation before? Ilmenite had to duck his head a little, rubbing at his cheek, so that he wouldn't laugh and get himself smashed for it. He rolled his shoulders, finally, looking back up at Zink with the laughter clear in his eyes, and...then...paused.
Flustered, the amusement fading down to a normal level, Ilmenite blinked. "...wait, you mean you don't read Latin?"
It wasn't mocking. There was genuine confusion in there. "I thought that was...that was middle school level, or so. Around thirteen..."
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 10:15 am
Zink gave him a very odd look for a second that quickly turned into something more contemplative. "No... not in public schooling at least... Spanish, French... more rarely things like German but not Latin... at least not that I have ever encountered. What little bit I know was learning 'how to insult people in latin'... and they have a specialized book for that."
Oddly that assuaged his irritation as well...maybe it was just knowing that little oddity, or realizing that Ever was genuinely confused.
"Makes it a good code at least."
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 10:19 am
More little facts, Ilmenite gone remarkably quiet to think that over, his shoulders rolling and attention easing onto the backpack. He did want to know what was inside, but he could wait, especially with the enticement of conversation to catch his attention in the meanwhile...
"Do you take French?" It was hopeful, maybe, his smile softer as he looked up this time. Unlikely. Most people considered Spanish more 'useful', and his experience, that meant that most people took it. And learned very little. How was that useful anyway?
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 10:26 am
"Some... I read languages better than I speak them..." He looked embarrassed to admit that. It also set him to thinking about certain Lieutenants who had met unfortunate ends at the hands of the Blood Moon court.
"You might think that I could pick up pronunciation better...but I can't." his fists clenched in irritation at himself and his shook his head.
"Come on...we're going to be late, I don't want you to miss any of this alright?" He said and re shouldered the backpack which had begun sliding down his arm. "I think you will enjoy this though."
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 10:34 am
He wanted to push it, to offer something or ask something, but Ilmenite could read that expression clearly enough to bite down on his tongue, for now. Generally he wasn't much good at playing nice and being good, but every one in a while, he found the self-control...
"...enjoy what, exactly? I'm betting you don't have booze in there." He struggled for light-hearted and, after a moment, found it. His shoulders relaxed and he gave Zink a little bump, just enough to touch and not enough to send him tumbling sideways.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 10:45 am
"You will see..." He said with is own enigmatic smirk, he was up to something too but he considered it a 'nice' surprise rather than a full out boggle over latin notes on senshi, though it was really rather pleasing at the same time that he had someone who COULD write such things.
"And no... no booze, you don't need to be seeing what I want you to see -drunk-... not the first time anyhow." he turned a few shades of red and how freudian that could be taken but kept going before returning a slight 'bump' of his own.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 10:47 am
At least Zink was aware he'd said it, this time; he got a touch of a snicker in reply, Ilmenite picking up immediately, fighting the urge to wrap an arm around the General while they were in uniform. Instead he shoved hands into his pockets, keeping them occupied and out of sight, scanning the area around them instead.
"Is there a reason we're doing this in uniform? Other than, potentially, speed..." And the official element that came with delivering reports -- even if those reports were in code.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 10:50 am
"Well for one thing..." Zinkenite said and pointed ahead. "Because we're going up there, and rather than having you waste a teleport we are going to climb it." He said with a decisive nod.
"Well...you're going to climb." He said looking more pleased with himself. "I'll see you at the top, I have to do a little setting up." Even through the mask his cheshire grin was clear, and then he vanished with a small vacuum of air and dark energy.
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