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 Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 7:57 pm
"Gotta collect energy~"
Singing.
"Gotta collect energy for Ladylady~"
More singing.
"Gotta collect energy and form it into a ball for Ladylady cuz she likes them like balls instead of eggs~"
His singing wasn't particularly loud (nor did it follow any particular tune), but one Lieutenant Bazzite was out and about, in full powered uniform, marching to his own drum without a care in the world. He was in the middle of Destiny City Park, or rather, slightly to the left of the middle, where many a transient slept at night. To his credit, Bazzite figured out that it was very hard to drain the energy of an animal, especially angry chihuahuas and instead opted for something a little less toothy. Therefore, he came up with the brilliant plan to drain the energy of hobos, as he called them, because nobody would miss them and all they did was drink all day anyway. You didn't need a bunch of energy to go drinking, so why waste it!
What Ladylady needed the energy for wasn't for him to know. It was too complicated and clearly, Lady knew what she was doing. Yes, he remembered her name but no, he preferred 'Lady' or its variant, 'Ladylady'. What Painite saw in the little ninja was anyone's guess. And so, under the cover of night, Bazzite was approaching the Hobo Encampment, as he called it, and hid in the bushes. Most of them were asleep around a small campfire (ironically right next to the 'don't make fires in the park, please' sign. A true indicator of evil.) and by Bazzi's calculations, ripe with energy! Hobo energy - your quick ticket to the good graces of Ladylady.
Sticking one ninja-geared foot out, Bazzi then swiftly tucked and rolled and nearly ran over his intended target. A quick breath and he stood up, trying to remember how he drained someone the first time. Oh yeah! Gotta visualize the energy, and then pull it outta them. Let's see...
"C'mere hobo energy~ Super amazing wasted hobo energy~"
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 8:06 pm
It seemed the park was popular that evening. After his run in with a senshi in his own neighborhood Benitoite had decided the park was a good idea. A lot of people and enough ways to run and trip someone up, especially in the dark of night. He could easily run through the trees and hope whoever chased him, should any senshi or Knight show up, and hope they fell. Never mind the fact he could easily trip also, he'd manage if it came to it. He was willing to risk falling if it meant they might also.
What he wasn't expecting was to feel someone else, another like himself. Leaving the 'happy' but drained couple on the park bench where he'd found them he made toward that dark signature. Wondering who it could be, surely someone new whom he had yet to meet.
What he wasn't expecting was an idiot to greet his gaze. "How pathetic, a child acting like a moron." The fellow Lieutenant sneered out. Arms already coming to cross over his chest. One heeled foot out to the side as he shifted his weight.
"Clearly someones lacking in the maturity department." The end of his brush tapped at his side while his eyes gazed down at the other. Short for his age, Benitoite knew he was short, he still managed to look down at the other.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 8:35 pm
Clearly someone was lacking in the maturity department indeed, for as Bazzite was draining the energy of the sleeping transient, he was shaking what his mother gave him, directly at poor Benitoite. Not that Bazzite knew he was shaking his groove thang in someone else's direction, but that matter not. Draining energy was a very groovy thing, you see, and in order to maximum energy draining potential, one had to dance like the floor was on fire. This was exactly what Bazzite was doing, though his dance looked like a sick scientist's cross between breakdancing and mambo. And it made no sense.
He didn't even look up from his lovely ball of energy, turning around to run smack into the other sneering lieutenant. "BAH! NO! No no! Need that! Need that!" Bazzite flailed as the impact flung the small sphere of energy into the air. Spastic limbs flew every which way and the bluenette's face contorted into all manner of hellish figures until the sphere landed safely in his hands again. Only then could he breathe a sigh of relief. "WHEW. Boy I'm glad I didn't lose it! Ladylady would be so mad..."
Looking down, Bazzite suddenly spotted Benitoite and smiled. "OH HI! I didn't see you there. Are you looking to drain the hobos too?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 8:54 pm
He was sure he would have nightmares of the others attempt at dancing. It looked like he was having a fit. A muscle jerk in his eyebrow alerted him to an eyebrow twitch. Watching, silently, he waited to see just when the idiot would notice him. Someone was lacking in ability, if he were a senshi he'd have been able to attack the idiot by now.
Narrowing his eyes he growled softly as he was banged into, and sent back a step. His balance regained he uncrossed his arms, deliberately slow. "You are an idiot, and a careless one at that." He bit out, eyes narrowed and glaring darkly at the other. He was not amused by the others childish behavior.
"No, I have better taste. Unlike some people." He sneered, his gaze never wavering, nor did he blink. And here he'd thought he might meet someone useful, competent, he'd left his hunting area in order to find...this child.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 9:17 pm
Benitoite was angry, frustrated and probably incredibly disappointed that he happened upon Bazzite - the epitome of epic failure. But that was alright! If he was anything, it was an eternal optimist, so the insults either made no sense to him, or he let them roll off his back like so much... rolling stuff. Like wheels. Popping the small and precious energy orb into one of his patented Negaverse Uniform Pockets, Bazzite looked up at the rather surly looking lieutenant and smiled. "Psh naaaawww. I did a scan. No space pirates around here, no sir. Just you n' me n' hobos."
Gesturing back behind him to the aforementioned hobos, Bazzi thought that was enough to prove his point. Taste, though, now that it was brought into the conversation...! Bazzite had a few opinions on taste. "Better taste? Man I like strawberries. Or grapes. Grapes are really good, especially in tarts. But anyway, what else could you ask for as a battery? They don't do much aside from like, begging for change and being smelly, nobody'll miss 'em... they don't have tiny chihuahua teeth..." A look of horror crossed his face then as he remembered the faithful Incident. He never wanted to look at a chihuahua again. Ever.
Plus they kind of kept to themselves and blended in with the rest of the refuse of Destiny City, but that was too far along the stream of thought for Bazzite. Instead, he looked on as happily oblivious as ever. "So whatcha doing here if you're not after the hobos?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 10:12 pm
Again his brow rose as he stared at what had to be a joke, there was no way someone would intrust this idiot with anything including caring for a guppie. He could see he failure in that even, not feeding the poor guppie or forgetting it needed out of the bag...or that it needed water in the bowl with it. Yes, in his mind this individual was that much of a failure.
Rubbing his temples, using one hand, he wanted to just smack the other and see if it'd help any. Although he seriously doubted anything would help this one, short of a brain transplant which wasn't possible. "Better taste, people who aren't paupers. Higher class people, idiot." He stated calmly, trying to not smack the other, or perhaps stab him with the pointed end of his paintbrush. Both ideas were highly tempting right now, and really he'd only just met the other Lieutenant.
"Some of these paupers were once soldiers, who deserve to be left to their street corners and park sleeping. And don't tell me you actually tried to drain a dog." And of all breeds he went for one that was known for a temper.
"I sensed you. I was hoping I'd be meeting someone competent and capable. Instead...you." He stated, the last word rather flat and completely unimpressed. "Previous to sensing you I was draining a rather lovely couple on a bench."
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 7:38 am
Good thing Bazzite had never had a pet. No one knew whether or not he could properly take care of it, especially considering his tendency to vibrate randomly and forget what he was doing. Eternal optimist he was, brilliant scientist he was not. Unfortunately for Benitoite, his rather dumbstruck companion had no idea what a 'popper' was, except that one was needed to make popcorn. Hence the name. This confused him and almost made him feel sorry for the painterly Nega, who was obviously either very hungry for popcorn or was very confused. They weren't at a theatre for a carnival, so no popcorn poppers were here that he could see. And popcorn poppers certainly didn't become soldiers, unless this was some very elaborate metaphor.
Either way, it flew right over his head. "The dog? Well yeah, I figured it's practically asking me to help make it a bit calmer so I was like, 'Okay doggie! I'll help you out cuz you've got a lot of energy anyway!'. But nope, nearly took my finger off. So I decided that draining a dog's probably not a good idea. They're pretty smart!" At least trial and error afforded him the ability to decide not to drain animals anymore. And it was for the best, really. Nobody liked animal drainers.
The comment at being capable and competent made Bazzite perform one of his signature poses with a thumb's up at the end. "I'm still in training! Ladylady's helpin' me out and teachin' me stuff. I've gotten some good energy to bring back to her! She says I'm very lively in my approach!" While that comment could be a double-edged sword, Bazzite chose to focus on the positive aspects and understood that sometimes he could be a smidge too lively. But he was working on that.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 10:07 am
As he heard the other speak he just wished he could shut him up, the blond was sure he could hear his brain cells screaming in agony as they died. This had to be some form of a cruel joke, or someones twisted idea of making a negaverse agent out of what amounted to an absolutely clueless idiot. He was willing to figure someone out there, on his side, was just twisted and decided this child would somehow make a good agent. Or maybe he was a plan of some sort, use him as some form of distraction, let him be the happy idiot, and rattle off inane things while someone from another direction attacked the stunned senshi,
Either way he couldn't deal with this, he really lacked the ability. "A dog, and of all dogs you picked one of the most ill tempered breeds. You need to get a book on dogs breeds, for future reference." In case he decided to just pet a dog, and got his hand removed. As much as the idiot annoyed him, and he was doing such a good job of it, he didn't think it was good for their side to have someone missing a hand due to a dog mauling.
"I'm in training as well. But I don't go about things as foolishly as you do." He stated, looking for a place to seat himself. A small spot on a bench spotted he made his way over, seating himself quite calmly. One leg crossing over the other and hands in his lap, both hands laid over his paintbrush. "I have to get someone to formally take me under their wing..." Perhaps this agents 'Ladylady'?
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 10:33 am
"Oh awesome, you're in training too?! Well I have just the thing! Ladylady could always use more people in her on-to... ento... rage. Yeah. Just a sec!" Fumbling in his pockets, Bazzite produced his Negaverse brand Crystal Communicator, which allowed him to maintain contact with his handler, Captain Painite. It was a small, deep purple crystal and it glowed with an eerie light as it connected to Painite's. The spastic lieutenant smiled and danced in triumph. This was truly the first time he'd ever managed to get the crystal to work, despite countless hours of trying.
He nearly dropped the crystal, and its connection, in his excitement, but quickly regained some kind of composure. "Ladylady! It's me, Bazzite! I've got some energy from hobos for you, and this guy with a paintbrush says he needs somebody to help train him! Whatcha think!?" Smiling, he was talking directly into the crystal as if it were a mouthpiece, holding it up to his face. The glow was calming to him and meant she could hear him in some form. He thought he gave her all the information she needed. Oh, wait! "Oh oh oh yeah, we're in the park! Where all the hobos are sleeping. I'll go drain another one while you think it over! Okay bye bye!"
Stuffing the crystal back in his pocket, Bazzite flew off in a flurry to go drain another 'hobo' sleeping on the ground. Fortunately for Benitoite, no dance followed this time. The transients were scattered and despite Bazzite being rather loud, most were too drunk or too tired to notice.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 10:15 pm
The idea of ladylady, whoever she was, training him brought about mixed feelings. Was she like this idiot, if so he might just run. But hopefully not, there couldn't be that many hopeless idiots running around fighting a war, right? At least he hoped not, he wasn't sure if he felt more sorry for himself and others or Bazzit himself. He felt sorry for himself and others having to deal with him, and his childless idiocy and his carefree nature. But it was just that, and more, that made him feel sorry for Bazzit.
Was consisted of death, injuries to those you cared for, and other painful things. How would someone like him take it when they had someone they cared about injured, maimed, or even killed? It would likely wound him permanently, in a mental sense. It was this which had him feeling more sorrow for the idiot who was at present draining another human.
Sitting, watching the other boredly, he waited to see who would arrive and what would happen after that. There was little else he could do, god forbid he acted like the other.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 12:20 pm
The Negaverse Captain felt her crystal reacting, not knowing who might be trying to contact her until the familiar voice of one of her newest Lieutenants came to her. She smirked, shaking her head. Ladylady.
"Guy with a paintbrush? Alright, I'll be right there. Try not to fall over anything or drop the energy until I get there, Minion."
And then she took the shortest route. Yes, teleporting was draining, but it didn't sound like the younger Nega was in danger, so she could teleport over to him without risking getting attacked and hurt in a weakened state. She did so, blinking out of existence from the roof she had been standing on when the call came in and appearing in the park. She felt the energy signatures of two of her own nearby and moved to them, purposefully taking her time to chase off the lingering dizziness from teleporting.
Had to look her best when she arrived.
"My little ninja, teaching these homeless what for, I see," she said as she came into view, her hands on her hips. She looked around and then settled her gaze on Benitoite. "Well, hello there. Making friends?"
Painite liked to carry herself with confidence and grace, both of which she was making sure could be noticed now. She stood languidly, almost, but her eyes were sharp and critical. Certainly not the same kind of energetic frantic air that Bazzite was capable of, though she had her spazzy side as well.
Usually when a plan was going perfectly, and she had time to gloat.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 2:59 pm
Bazzite immediately felt the energies of his Captain and almost dropped the energy he was gathering like she told him not to do. Quickly stuffing the second orb into his other pocket, the little ninja danced in between sleeping transients to get back to where she was standing. Twice, he'd nearly tripped over someone's head and three times nearly stomped on someone with his foot, but somehow managed to safely return to the clearing. The paintbrush guy was still sitting there looking as cross as ever.
Running up to Painite, the lieutenant dug around in his pockets until he produced the two orbs of energy he'd drained for her. "Here you go, Cap'n!" he announced, and as soon as she had taken them off his hands, saluted. Because that's what you do to your superior officer, donchaknow. "Two drained hobos, and I can go get more if you want!" He started to bounce back and forth with anticipation of the next mission for his Captain. He lived for things like this, and greatly looked up to Painite as a teacher and a guide. Plus she was the ultimate badass ninja lady anyway, so that was a huge plus in his book.
"Are you gonna train with us, Mr. Paintbrush?" Bazzite's eyes were wide and happy, always ready and willing to welcome someone else into the fray. Maybe they could make him a little looser, and an even better ninja even though all he's got is a paintbrush! Paintbrushes could easily be deadly!
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 4:35 pm
He'd felt the Captain coming closer, he couldn't tell rank but he did sense her arrival in the park. Sitting up, a little straighter, he smirked lightly when he heard a females voice.
"Perhaps, I was out hunting on my own when I felt him." He stated, jerking his head toward Bazzite. "And came to investigate. I was hoping for someone less...energetic." To put it nicely, he didn't think it would be well taken if he insulted the other to his Captain.
Staring, watching,Bazzite almost assault several of the poor he shook his head. "Honestly, a little less energy and a bit more grace and you wouldn't almost be assaulting them in their sleep." This said with a certain calm, coldness. Shaking his head he withdrew two orbs from his own pocket. "I drained a lovely couple earlier in the evening. I can't turn these in myself." Due to the lack of ability to get anywhere to turn them in. "If you'd not mind." This spoken to the Captain as he stood slowly.
A side long glance to Bazzite as he approached the short haired female, offering the orbs to her. ""Perhaps. I've met Fluorite already but I don't have anyone official to report to. However, I do know I can contact Fluorite should I have need. I wouldn't be opposed to coming under your tutelage, should it be something you would entertain."
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 11:57 am
Painite watched Bazzite as he bounced around, one of her eyebrows slightly arched. She grinned as he made his way over, but the expression grew more serious as he offered her the energy. She nodded her head at his salute, a very intense moment to be sure. He was handing over his gatherings for inspection, clearly, and she had to decide if they were good enough.
She did notice, at least, that they were perfectly spherical. She couldn't help but smirk.
"Very good, Lieutenant. Looks like you're getting very used to energy draining. Of course, that doesn't mean you stop doing it. Still, I think with you're progress it's time for us to do something a bit bigger." She would take him on a training exercise some time. See what he could do with traps and planning. Really test his abilities.
She listened as the other nega spoke, nodding her head. She was well aware that bazzite had endless energy. She held out her hand.
"I certainly don't mind," she said, "Fluo is a buddy of mine. Of course, in the Negaverse, it's not too hard to make friends and meet people like you. If you don't mind training hard and working to fill more than just your quotas, I certainly wouldn't mind taking you on. You don't seem to be as energetic as my little ninja here, but don't think that makes you better than him by any means. You'd have to work just as hard if you team up with me."
She grinned, not beating around the bush. Her goal was to make sturdy, efficient Negaverse soldiers, who were loyal to their cause and motivated to do everything they could, regardless of how they conducted themselves and the methods they chose. She knew she had a lot of fun in her work, and some other Negas wouldn't consider that to be the 'best' method, but she was certain she was just as strong a soldier as anyone else.
And she had the drive to keep reaching for more. She needed her Lieutenants to have that drive, as well.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 6:13 pm
Bazzite practically glowed with pride when his Captain acknowledged her lieutenant's skills. A huge, childlike grin was plastered on his face then and he swayed instead of bounced to look more professional. He had to look good for his Captain! All of this was gone, of course, once she called him 'her little ninja'. Then all bets were off and he was dancing again, eager to show his appreciation through interpretive dance.
"How many more hobos should we drain, Cap'n? What's the quota lookin' like so far?" In all honesty, he didn't care how far along the group of them were when it came to delivering energy. He just liked running around as a ninja doing ninja things and running errands for his Captain. He baked her muffins once, ran to get her coffee and even spit shined her boots! Bazzite didn't mind in the slightest. One had to be a good little minion in order to be praised! And boy did he like praise. Big time.
When she mentioning doing something bigger, the lieutenant's eyes went wide. "What's bigger than drainin' a buncha hobos?"
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