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 Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 6:45 am
It had taken some weeks to prepare a chain of events and letters that would bring the miscreants where he thought they would best serve. Their ultimate fate however lay not in his hands, but in the hands of the man he was waiting on to share in the ultimate finish of what amounted to a mostly harmless prank. What he would elect to do with them when HIS part in these plans was finished would tell a great deal about the kind of officer he could be shaped into.
Would he be cold and brutal? Would he be better suited to information and whispered words to spread doubt and dissention? He suspected the former, the adrenaline and passion of the racetrack, the cold hard edges and hot passions of engines, for so those who loved working on them described the craft this way, all this would have already shaped the man. Making him into a Lieutenant, though exhausting for Zinkenite, wouldn’t change him so much. It wasn’t till he would start climbing the ranks that he would –truly- be shaped into something greater. How poetic that as they grew their weapons reflected that very state of their being.
He glanced down at his companion in this venture, pleased no doubt that they had agreed upon the point of corrupting the man. She had her reasons, and he had formed his own. “He should be here soon.” Said ‘Zac’, who was in truth Zinkenite wearing the guise formed by his Crimson Crystal. Better always to cover any hint of your civilian life even if it was a lie over a lie.
“It will hurt him, have I warned you of that?” He asked softly and checked the time on the track-phone. His wristwatch being an illusion made him suspect he couldn’t trust it for the time.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 7:01 am
All the pieces were falling together.
It hadn't really taken that long for the General to live up to his promise to the guardian cat. Really he'd did a spectacular job on his side. Even if maybe it felt like FOREVER and ever for the impatient cat.
At first she had been hesitant to mention the fact that she'd called the man before. It was something she shouldn't really have been doing... not to mention how.. desperate it seemed. But when suddenly the perfect opportunity arrived to help in his plan, she had divulged the information, insisting it was all part of the plan. She hadn't called him to flirt, no no.. it was entirely business, just as she'd insisted to Benitoite when she'd used his phone the first time.
It was fairly late when Falco Mark's phone rang, and he probably recognized the voice that greeted him from the other end. She certainly acted as if he should recognize her, a certain excitement in her tone.
"Falco? Hello again"
"I'm so sorry to bother you so late again, I do hope you don't mind."
"I know you never told me what it is you wanted, but I've been asking around, and I think that I've found something absolutely perfect. In fact I'm sure you'll love it."
She was actually rather surprised at how little he'd fought the offer, but all the better. A time and place had been offered along with simple directions.
And so the cat and boy waited at the set place, Dahlia trying to keep fairly quiet just incase the target arrived a little earlier then they'd planned. Sitting on a ledge near the General in disguise her tail flicked, her paws nervously and excitedly kneading the stone.
"He is strong" She insisted hardly over a whisper as he warned her. She hardly wanted to see him in pain, but it was all for the greater good. A little pain in exchange for a wonderful gift. For power and purpose. He was strong enough to take it.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 7:23 am
He hadn't been expecting Lilith to call back, he'd been pretty sure after she hung up that the entire thing would turn out to be a joke. He wasn't entirely convinced that it wasn't now. The nighttime meeting was convenient enough, since he did most of his work in the day time, but he found it a stretch to believe that a pretty sounding woman wanted to meet him, let alone reward him for saving her cat.
At least he knew the cats name at this point. Dahlia was still an improvement over Princess still.
The growl of the motorcycle heralded his approach, and it wasn't long before the familiar, custom painted Kawasaki rolled into view, ridden by Falco in the same leathers he normally wore, though he'd applied a few strips of reflective tape for safety in the dark.
He pulled up to the curb and removed his helmet, scanning the area with a frown of investigation, but then he was looking for an woman, not a cat and one of his students.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 7:30 am
‘Zac’ raised a hand in a wave and said quietly. “There are different kinds of strength, let’s see what his is…” More clearly and for his Teacher’s benefit he called. “You’re just in time to see some old friends… sir.” He tossed the man the cherry bombs that had been passed to him their last meeting over a notebook and a series of ‘odd coincidences’.
“Given the hour, I thought it might be better if I took photos, but I’ll settle for not being reported of being out past Curfew…Sir.” There was something in the way he said ‘Sir’ that was, for one reason or another almost amused. He had also put on some height over the last few months, given that he’d yet to have put on a serious growth spurt when he jointed the class the extra inches had him pleased. Perhaps that was the reason for the time. Certainly he wasn’t as conveniently locker sized any longer.
He checked his phone clock and glanced towards the door before reaching over and hitting play on a boom box he’d left to rest on a few boxes. Party sounds blasted out from it voices and music and laughter. Bait.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 7:38 am
"Mmmhm..." And the softest hint of a nod was the only real response 'Zac' received as the roar of the cycle drew near and then halted. Her posture perking a little as Falco came into sight, standing on her little ledge.
Perhaps with her presence he would assume Lilith was still there... somewhere. But for now she needed to be quiet.. atleast until they could get him into a position to be a little more easily ambushed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 9:00 am
... Well... that was... weird.
Falco looked slightly taken aback to see Zac, casting one more look around for any woman who might react to his presence, but saw none, and was starting to figure he'd been stood up. Seeing the cat-bombing bastards get theirs might make him feel a bit better, assuming it wasn't him Zac was really setting up. For all he knew, 'Funsize' Bantock had made a few connections with his few inches and he was about to get mugged.
"The curfew issues are for someone who gives a goddamn." He pointed out, hanging his helmet on the handle bars of the bike and pocketing it's keys before following Zac curiously. "All they're doing is ensuring an dorm full of Harry Freaking Houdini's anyway." He added, clearly optimistic about the schools ability to maintain the promised level of discipline.
He definitely didn't like that amused tone on the 'Sir', but then, it was Zac. Damn kid was probably smarter than most of the staff. For him it probably WAS funny to have to show deference to most of them, especially to a washed up racer turned grease monkey.
"You're not the one who called me..." He pointed out. It wasn't entirely a question, though he was fishing for information. He was pretty sure that Zac's talents didn't include voice acting. ******** if he found out otherwise he was never going to live it down...
He was surprised to see Dahlia perched near by, looking... well, quite feline, which meant she looked at least as conspiratorial as Zac, but then, hadn't Lilith hinted something about finding out from him? Still...
"What's she doing out again?" Zac wasn't Liliths younger brother was he? He didn't remember hearing anything about Zac having siblings.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 9:15 am
“I’m with her while her owner get’s coffee… nice cat, listens well.” I think she agrees that you’ll love what’s coming though.” He glanced upward again though at the sound of another motor approaching.
He stooped to pick up the boom box. “Inside, it’s too early for them but they should be next…” He chided and ushered everyone inside. A run down automotive shop served as their ‘final destination.’ He carefully steered his teacher away from the oil slick that led to the grease pit, it was half filled with olive oil and packing peanuts for a softer non-lethal landing, but a harder time getting out. It had been one heck of a project and there were several Ginko’s who’d find themselves lacking on shipping supplies tomorrow.
True to his estimate, a clunker of a sporty car pulled up in front and two already half inebriated boys hopped out, familiar boys.
“Count down sir… Three…two…”
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 9:24 am
He was being cautious, which was not necessarily a bad thing in a solider. It nonetheless left the cat slightly annoyed. Oh how she wished she could just turn him herself. She would have just slipped into his room while he was asleep and everything would have been done. No need for trickery.. for elaborate plans.
Not that elaborate plans weren't inherently exciting. To watch spiders weave a web in which to catch their flies.
She was a little afraid that Falco wouldn't follow, that he'd decide suddenly that he'd been dooped and he really should just be at home. Jumping down from her perch she approached the man as Zac tried to lead him off, offering one soft head bump to his ankles.
Her tail swayed through the air, padding gently along with the pair, perhaps proving Zac's strange comment about her 'good listening skills'.
For a moment she felt her heart patter a little faster, as the sound of another engine roared to a stop. Was she scared? Perhaps a little.. but there was no denying the daggered looks shot back over her shoulder. Revenge.. it would come soon enough. Preferably tortureous revenge.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 9:37 am
"...Now I wish I'd brought a camera." Falco admitted, bending over to scratch Dahlia behind the ears as things began to unfold. Grease slick, melty, oil covered packing peanuts...
He'd have just soon put on a Ski mask and pounded the two within an inch of their life to give them a taste of the pain they'd nearly inflicted on another living being, but people kept saying that for teens, social humiliation was almost worse, and he'd take that over nothing. They'd certainly look ridiculous... not to mention the struggle to get the concoction off the seats of the car they were undoubtedly excessively proud of. No mistake it had been a really nice car once, but he undertones of the engine made his teeth on edge, and he could spot a handful of things he already wanted to fix. Just to change the oil even. Stupid kids had probably fed the old warhorse the cheapest they could get. He could almost picture it's guts clogging up like a fat clogged artery. They were as offensive to cars as they were to animals.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 9:51 am
Whatever they had fed the car it probably didn’t taste as bad as the packing foam they found themselves eating as they stumbled, then slid, and cashed downward into their new ‘home’ It was a delightful revenge ended with a few well timed photos when Zac handed you a camera.
But when you turned back, it wasn’t Zac anymore; oh there was a vague resemblance, but nothing more than that. There was a uniform, a face half obscured by dark fabric
“Would you like to make the offer, “Lilith”, or shall I?” He said resting comfortably on a pile of tires.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 10:06 am
"It's my gift to give after all" Came the voice Falco would recall having heard over the phone.
"A perfect gift for a 'knight in shining armor'." She mused with a pleasantness that was not fitting for the situation.
He probably turned to look for the source of the voice, for some figure of a woman somewhere. But eventually he'd figure out the source. Would notice that not only were the words coming for the same general direction as the cat but.. that they matched the soft movements of her mouth as well.
By the time he'd noticed she was standing on her back paws, front claws dug gently, but possesively, into the fabric of one jean covered leg. "You'd like to see it wouldn't you Falco? A world full of power. Power to do whatever you want. No longer sitting on the sidelines. A whole brand new world. With just a small price to pay." Her tail flicked, dual colored eyes watching him intently.
"I'm sorry I had to lie in the first place. But I've been dying to talk to you."
"Let us give you our thanks"
Not that he had a choice. Even if he said no... It was unlikely Falco would be leaving this autoshop.. atleast not the same as he'd come in.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 4:07 pm
"********...!!"
Falco's reaction was... probably pretty predictable all things considered. Generally speaking the population of Destiny City put up with quite a bit, but surprise transformations and talking cats, especially talking cats who started talking in the voice of the lady you'd been flirting with. Ventriloquism was one thing, but getting a cat to move their lips along with the words... that just didn't happen, and it had a it pretty much T-boned any enjoyment he'd been getting from watching the punks flounder.
You could see it though, the tantalizing promises filtering in around the edges of the shock, the temptation, just enough to make him linger in confusion instead of, perhaps more wisely, making a bolt for his bike.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 4:12 pm
“Well,” He said hesitantly. “I suppose that counts as taking it well given the circumstances.” He watched the emotions and temptations play over the man’s face and a slow smile crept at the edges. So the queen wanted more soldiers, more was the key? Well… if it had to be more at least it was one that showed promise. Dahlia would probably hound him into shape if nothing else as well, excellent on all fronts.
Additionally, they now had a ‘driver’ not that they –needed- one per say, but an escape route for Lieutenants who couldn’t teleport and that didn’t waste the energy it took to teleport them? Well, that was just excellent.
“You look Interested, please believe me when I say that’s the safer option. You’re not crazy, the Cat there is talking, and she’s pleased you saved her tail from the hooligans in the pit. It did however land you right into the ‘interest’ zone of, well, us.” He waved a hand at his uniform. “How do you feel about fighting those tiny skirted terrorists? ‘Sir’.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 6:24 am
Curse words were better then a sudden frantic shaking of his leg in an attempt to fling her away. It was something she'd been prepared for, hence her claws dug into the thick jean fabric just in case. But as he seemed okay.. even perhaps.. intrigued her claws slowly retracted, a strong purr rattling.
"We'll give you a new identity. One that leaves you safe to do what you please without the worry of reprocussions in your day life. And all it costs is a little effort. A bit of energy gathering. A little bit of punishing those that deserve it."
She settled back onto all four again, weaving around his feet before starring towards the offending pair that had been brought her for their moment of stupidity over a month ago. Her eyes were cold, no mercy or second thought lingering in her. They could have been perfectly good boys who'd had a lapse in judgement one day. But that did not matter to Dahlia. They'd crossed her, and there was a price they had to pay for it.
When she looked back up at the older man again, her look was devious, ears standing tall and alert, whiskers twitching. "You can start with them in fact. Make good on those threats you made."
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 5:01 pm
The words 'punish those that deserve it' were the serpent and the apple, and he let his own eyes wander, coldly, to the floundering boys covered in oil and packing peanuts. The question list was a mile long, trying to figure out if he was really looking at Zac, in some strange secret identity, or if it was just someone who'd been pretending to be Zac... and for how long?
"So this whole thing has been a ******** recruitment drive?" He demanded. He hadn't missed the threat, which made him look a little uncertain, but he still wasn't bolting, though he eyed Dahlia with wide eyed confusion. A cat that talked? A cat that flirted?
Flexible no s**t. Contortionists had nothing on cats.
"I roll out here to watch a couple turds with a history get theirs and I get the ******** Justice League. What the ********." He laughed, slightly, nervous edged and a bit dark.
Energy gathering sounded curious, he wasn't quite sure what that entailed, but between the offer of power and the veiled threat, there was no compulsive reason to say no.
"...I don't get stuck being ******** Aquaman, do I?"
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