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 Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 4:24 pm
Heels clacked as Wolframite moved with purpose towards the entrance to the Rift. It had only been a while since the door had been discovered and opened to everyone, and yet now he could find his way there when barely awake - something that worked out well when he normally was running on Empty. While he was healed from his time with the BMC, he was starting to look a little strung out through wear. While before his hair was messy from unruly hair, his shorter haircut still showed signs of minimum grooming. Since he barely saw anyone, he could get away with being a bit paler. A bit skinnier. A bit more on edge as he looked about with his one, working eye.
The only justification Wolframite had was that he was busy, working, and had more important things on his plate at the moment. It was a valid reason. People tended to skip lunch...maybe dinner....sleeping here and there...when someone was working hard. There really was no time to wait after all, and he couldn't possibly shut his mind off for too long without thinking of what else he needed to do to keep anything from going wrong. It certainly helped that all the running around kept him plenty tired for when he did crawl into bed, leaving him without any reason to think of, say, any of the other dozen things in his actual life that didn't revolve around the Negaverse that he didn't address.
Life was good. Pretty much. He was alive and had his health for the most part. He just needed to keep busy. With that, he made his way to the door to the Rift, rubbing one arm where a couple bandages were hidden under his sleeve.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 5:01 pm
His own boot steps were lighter, they lacked the hard and military clack that Wolfram's tall boots lacked. Something more soothing almost, or perhaps un-nerving in their softness. The gentle leathery slap of soles against the hard crystal.
"You look like Hell Captain..." The tone was civil though, curious and studious, not commanding or condescending. It was 'one old comrade to another'. "Do I need to do with you what I did with a certain someone else before? Do I need to order you out of here for a good meal and rest before you do yourself harm?"
He wasn't going to push though... He really saw little reason why the young man wasn't a general yet... well, perhaps except for that look in his eyes that he couldn't quite place. The fact he'd had to recover from the BMC operations... if he ever would. "Shall I walk with you?" He offered, it was an easy out, a slip of topic even if he had almost invited himself along.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 5:22 pm
Wolframite hadn't been expecting any sort of traffic at this time, and wasn't very much in the mood to see General Zinkenite. The captain hadn't really done him any good by causing a commotion when Tanzanite awarded him a specific room in the Rift, not to mention the fact he was his superior now. One of many. The constant reminded he was slow to the rest of his once-teammates from Enterprise. Even back then, Zinkenite had been Linarite's right hand and had shown himself to be of great importance from the start. It was hard not to compare and be disappointed.
You're working on that. Just keep focused. Keep working.
He rubbed his arm again as he moved closer, stopping a little ways before the General and the door. "You make it sound like going out in the world to eat and sleep isn't just as dangerous....or that any amount of sleep...any amount of food, is going to to prepare anyone for what's beyond that door?" He looked at the door, knowing very well of all the monstrous youma that could just walk over them and smash them like a gum and wear them on their heel like a piece of gum without noticing.
It was at least good that Zinkenite wasn't ordering him to go home. It would have been a waste of his time. He didn't want to go home. It's quiet there. "I don't mind if you walk with me. It's not like I'm a senshi." He moved to the door, watching as it opened and glanced to see that Zink was following along. "Do you have something to do in the Rift?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 5:34 pm
"Would the lack of sleep, and lack of food some how prepare you better to face anything in the outside world... or beyond that door?" He countered, not answering the question about his own business... not yet.
"I always have something to do... we're much alike in that respect. That's part of why I wanted to speak with you." He said with a small nod. "If...you aren't adverse to that... I can wait of course till you attend your business, I'm not here to interfere, just watching today."
He fished into his pocket and produced a small protein bar 'malt' flavor it read, and offered it. "You could at least eat something... save me from it at any rate." he said with a very casual nod, like they already shared a rank.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 6:16 pm
Walking the hallway, he paused to take the protein bar and then read the label. It was very strange when someone else advised him to take better care of himself, as he was usually the one on the other side of things mothering everyone else. It also meant he really wasn't one to like it, and he looked at the bar, wishing he had pockets to pocket the thing for later...or never. He wasn't much in the mood to eat anything, but he doubted that excuse would work.
"Thanks." He said, still holding it and resuming their walk.
He wondered about how Zinkenite would respond to his sort of business, and instead turned the attention back around. "I'm ...not going to be around the castle. What did you want to talk about?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 6:39 pm
"I wanted to see if You would join a project of mine... " he answered, it was again, evasive. "...I think you would enjoy the reason I have to try and bring it together, a specialized... concept you might say." He said carefully weighing his words. "I think you'd be a valuable addition to the team, I think when you finally receive the promotion I'm sure must be close... that you will be even more so.I don't want to press you into it though..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 12:54 pm
"Project?" The word made him both interested and worried. He was already working on something that was taking a lot of his time, and he didn't know if he could handle a project given to him by a General with his full attention. If he appeared to be slacking without a given reason, and what with Zinkentite being praised by Tanzanite herself to receive the gift of a main room designated just for him, he didn't want word getting to her that he was starting to get a tendency for being disrespectful.
This beating around the bush was putting him on edge, and he started to fiddle with the protein bar in his hand as they walked down the hallway, crinkling the wrapper as he thought. "I might not get a promotion.......but, if it's important. What...is it exactly? Will it take a lot of time? I'm ..in the middle of something that might keep me away." He was handing a big project all on his own, and a lot for just a captain.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 5:20 am
"A team based on observation and the careful application of that information in order to benefit the Negaverse as a whole. Information on senshi gathered from fights or whatever other methods suit each person best... but also... a complete database of US...kept HERE, safer even than the three great rooms above because one can't simply move in and out. Data on US that would keep better track of who is ready to be promoted and why... something to assist captains when they need a particular type of person for a project... You don't have to join if you don't think you'd fit that well... but I think your variety of experiences would be...invaluable."
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 10:45 am
"It sounds...helpful to everyone. I've tried to add some information." Especially since he jeopardized Zink's project by letting some information slip to the BMC. He would never be able to let that down. With all the senshi he had encountered since starting out, he was slowly working on writing all he could remember. That was until recently. He had done little patrolling.
The idea of writing a reason out for being promoted, a 'why', bothered him. If he had to state a reason why he should be promoted other than being around a while, he would find himself unable to write anything. He hoped to change that. He just needed to keep focused, but it was hard with so much inside of his mind.
One thing did catch his interest. "Help? Like....if someone was working on something and needed assistance?" Help might be nice. There was so much to do. To handle, and little protection. Maybe he was just being too weak. He should be able to handle it on his own. Right?
"Would you...be the one assisting?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 2:30 pm
"I'll assist anyone who needs my help... like you would...like we all SHOULD." He said carefully and gave a small wave of his hand. "You notes, they were excellent... -I- need your help." He tilted his head quietly and gave a small shrug. "And if you need mine...I'll do what is in my power to help you... I'll help you find people for whatever, project you have."
He paused and looked thoughtful.
"...More than that... we'll come up with plans -together-...and that, that will.. be better than anything we could do on our own."
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 11:00 am
They left the hallway, stepping out into the vast wasteland that lead up to the main castle that made up the fallen city. He knew that Zink would probably walk up ahead to the castle, where he would turn into another direction to head to where he needed to go. That reserved place in the crumbled gardens.
He wanted this to be a success, and while he wished he could believe that he could handle every part of this project, it was a rather big mission to handle and he had no protection or assistance. He had thought of pulling Sabine into it, but he was still chewing his lip on that one.
"Zink........." He glanced quickly to the boy before looking away. "......I'm working on something. Something big. I've already set up a lot, and it's already underway, but I might have bitten more than I can chew with managing it...if it gets bigger." Then again, if things got bigger, than it was a good thing for them all. The rewards would be beneficial to the Negaverse in the end. "If you're busy, that's fine. I've been managing it on my own." He wasn't going to be a bother.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 2:28 pm
"I will make time..." He said with a small nod and he was good for his word. He would make time... somehow, he would make time. "You can do this Wolfram... you will do this.
"Understanding that your busy... if you might have time I have a project of my own that...I think won't take too very much time at all, but I think you will appreciate the...nature of it."
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 12:07 pm
He stopped, standing where he would usually turn and watched Zink move alongside him, heading his own way. "I ...wouldn't mind coming to meet you to help out. And, if you could, I wouldn't mind having someone come by and check out what I'm working on...since you're a general and all." Being a higher ranking officer, it might be better to have someone know what he was doing so that it didn't look shady. It might also help with the lack of protection issue he was having at the moment.
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Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2011 1:35 pm
"Together than... like old times." he said with a nod, dismissing that small drop of rank. "And may both our plans work all the better for it."
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 10:46 am
He had to smile a bit at that. "Like old times..." But then his expression dropped. It certainly wasn't like old times. Not after the news he had heard. Many, many things had changed since he and Zinkenite were lieutenants, but they were still here, still alive, and were now running their own shows independently...and assisting each other now.
"Whatever can give us an edge." Whatever could help them win. Whatever it took.
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