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 Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2013 9:29 pm
As long as he was in uniform, consequences be damned. Bischofite was in the mood to stir up a little trouble.
Bischofite crowned the lip of a multistory building, looking out across the vast cityscape facing him. The night was cold; he watched his breath swirl away as steam against the blackened sky. The distant sound of traffic blended with the wind. For the most part, things were dull, quiet. It was the perfect kind of muted night that lulled people into a languid trance. He took it as an opportunity to lie in wait, atop the roof, blending into the lazy evening and waiting for an unsuspecting victim to cross his path.
Though a common thoroughfare by day, his street of choice bore few people at night, which played to his advantage in some ways. Should he find a proper target, he wouldn't have to worry about spectators or third party interference. if he found one of his enemies, they would be less likely to receive backup. Regardless of the outcome, it seemed a perfect location to lie in wait for an ambush.
Several minutes passed, accompanied by the light breeze of the evening. A few strangers meandered through, but no sign of a prime victim. No sign of an alluring chase. No sign of a validating kill.
Not until he felt it.
Someone approached. Someone unfamiliar... They felt unlike any of his allies. This person, they had to be order aligned. They felt disgusting, in their own way. Like sludge caked under his fingernails.
He wanted it gone. He wanted that nagging, putrid presence out of his mind.
Bischofite descended from the rooftop nimbly, lighting with some difficulty atop a street lamp. He couldn't balance on its narrow beam for long, and dropped to the ground instead. He no longer had the vantage point he'd used before, but he needed nothing of the sort to track down this... atrocity that walked the streets. Rather than waiting for his prey to stumble upon him, he set out searching for the source of his irritation. This... order-infested gutter trash.
Whatever it was, it felt close.
"Where are you hiding..." He muttered softly, setting out in the direction of the alleys. Bischofite could only guess the path this order roach was taking, but he'd corner it nonetheless. He had to. His sanity depended on it. They just felt so... Filthy. Perhaps a little trick could draw it out?
Yes... And he knew just the trick indeed. "Help!" He screamed loudly, kicking a trashcan soon after. "Someone, help me!" A swift kick to the dumpster made a convincing thud. They flocked to strife, right? Then perhaps the sounds of an innocent victim would draw out the vermin. After a final raspy scream for assistance, he slipped into the shadows behind the building and stood in wait. Time to see what he'd draw out with his little charades.
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:09 am
He'd felt comfortable laving his usual area, where home was, and traveling a short distance. He didn't feel comfortable enough to really leave the safety of his neighborhood, just enough to be close by. While most senshi were noticeable and had to worry over people recognizing them he had no such issue, at least not yet. His clothing looked like just some odd fashion statement, even with the two blue glowing area of his uniform. Actually the glowing areas were perhaps the only things he disliked, they stood out a bit and in the darkness they really stood out. But aside from those two reasons he had nothing against them, so he never bothered to get too upset by them.
Turning a corner he froze as he felt it. Apparently he'd gotten close to someone and he didn't like the feeling. He'd been told they felt dark, which really just sounded like a nicer way to say evil (though evil did vary on a degree scale to him). But he could now say what 'dark' felt like. They made him feel ill and nervous - scared even. Turning around he made to leave, even if they didn't feel as strong as the eternals he'd met, so they weren't the general he'd been warned about, and they didn't feel stronger than he was. He simply did not want to fight.
He'd have gotten away, headed right for home and powered down shortly before reading home, had he not heard someone calling for help. Remembering being told about Negaverse agents killing people and draining their energy he turned back toward the presence he felt and headed for it, oh how he didn't like this feeling he felt. He could hear what sounded like trash cans and headed down the first alley he came across. If it wasn't this one than he'd check another and keep checking. For as scared as he was, and as much as he wished to avoid confrontation, he also couldn't leave someone needing help. It would eat at him if he did and found out they'd been killed or something.
Slowly, with great caution, he headed down the empty alley way. Searching as if he expected to see a body on the ground, and perhaps he did. But he saw nothing. Maybe a different alley?
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 1:34 pm
Bischofite left the obscuring shadows and rounded the corner to congratulate this new addition to the alley. He applauded the young man before drawing to a stop several yards away. "Bravo, senshi," He greeted with a hint of vitriol. "You can follow ze sounds of someone in jeopardy. Well - are you surprised?" The lieutenant folded his arms across his chest and flashed a crooked smile at the senshi, cocking an eyebrow. "You're an easy one to trick, little boy." And how he loved the gullible and meek.
Perhaps trouncing this poor fop would appease his general finally. The haughty leprechaun tried his patience greatly, and he felt overdue for a break from the constant bombardment. He was tired of the incessant corrections, the seemingly pointless commands, the complete lack of room to breathe. Frankly, the blonde stifled him, and since he was out without supervision tonight, it was time to prove he could engage the enemy all on his own.
"Since you followed my ruse like a good little dog, I guess I'll srow you a bone." Since he was going to kick this white-clad senshi's a** anyway, he might as well have a little fun with it. He looked a little scared, so to spice things up a bit, he would indulge that fear and see where it took them. "I'll give you a ten second head start. Maybe if you're far enough away, I won't catch you. I won't care about you anymore." That was a lie.
It felt good telling lies.
"Eins," he began, holding up a single finger. His smirk grew a little wider. Would he run, or stand his ground? If he ran, where would he go? Into the streets, out toward a crowded area? Maybe he'd meander further into the labyrinth of alleys, hoping to find solace in their intricacies. Regardless, it was certain to be an entertaining evening, despite the sickening, itching energy signal.
Or maybe he'd freeze in fear. "Zwei." Two fingers this time. Maybe this stranger would surprise the misanthrope and try to throw a punch. Not likely, but still a welcome option.
He entertained the thought of just letting him go, even for a moment. It might cement him as an easy agent to run into. The boy might bring back reinforcements. Any manner of events could ensue, but none of them perturbed him. If reinforcements arrived, he would be gone. If they thought he was a pushover, he would prove them wrong. However, the one thing that truly got under his skin when it came to allowing retreat was much more basic than these things. Much more primal. He simply hated the thought of escaping prey, of leaving behind the chance to smile at his victim before snuffing him out. What a shame, what a pity.
Pursuit was the only option he would consider.
"Drei."
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 7:31 pm
He was surprised. Chadene was surprised and terrified. While this person didn't feel more powerful they certainly looked anything but friendly. Add their lack of a friendly appearance to their voice, or tone of voice, and the dark feeling from them and he was terrified. The very idea of a fight upset him. Back up a step, slowly, as if the other were an animal that might not attack if he back away slowly. Chaldene kept his eyes on the other, what did it matter if he might back out right into traffic. It was perhaps better to be hit and instantly killed that whatever this painted figure might do to him.
He had ten seconds? That was it? He could at least get to a roof top in ten seconds and from there he could easily take off. It meant no turns and corners or cars to worry over. So he turned and ran and leaped for the nearest roof top.
The moment he landed he took off across the roof top and jumped to the next. It was a good thing he'd learned how to do this and learned it well. He just hoped his soon to be pursuant wasn't any good at this.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 10:18 pm
He watched in unrestrained mirth as the senshi scampered immediately toward the roof. Was he scared, or simply searching for a vantage point? His intentions were worthless. Nothing prevented Bischofite from pursuing this spineless husk of a senshi warrior. Nothing restrained him from demonstrating unrelenting malice and accumulated hatred. Nothing prevented him from liberating the boiling, seething anger that scalded his heart.
"Vier," he spoke louder while the senshi clamored toward purported safety. Toward a crumbling rooftop. It didn't matter; perhaps the crunch of his lifeless body impacting the pavement would be all the more satisfying.
The senshi's legs scraped across the wall of the building, searching for support where none existed. He watched with predatory satisfaction while the boy finally surmounted the unyielding edge. Now it was his turn. "Funf! Ich komme!*" He declared, his excitement framing his voice in a rattling laugh. Soon after he sprinted toward the wall of the building and ascended, having witnessed the fault points where the senshi had struggled to climb.
He scraped his nails across the wall, tore them to the skin and shredded the skin soon after. His mind focused wholly on the chase, on seizing the last whispers of the senshi's life force and crushing it unceremoniously. He wanted to teach this petulant child that his life didn't matter. Nothing meant to hold him dear, nothing came of his actions, from nothing he came to nothing he left.
He wanted to etch his virulent hatred across this boy's skin, to burn it into his very mind as a brand he'd wear for eternity. Perhaps his general would be proud, knowing that he'd damaged the enemy so irreparably. Bischofite knew he'd treasure the moment for life.
Now the first step was catching the damned rat.*"I'm coming!" A declaration from Versteckspiel, a children's game akin to tag. The English version would be "ready or not, here I come!"
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 10:43 pm
Vantage point? Nope he was running as fast as he could to put distance between himself and the negaverse officer. He had no intention of fighting this person, he was not one who sought fights or even liked other people fighting. He had enough raised voices to deal with at home - thank you father dearest. Maybe if his father wasn't such a lush, and loud, Ian wouldn't have such an intense dislike and inability to handle fights of any kind. But that was one of those things you'd never know since it was a what if. There was no way find out.
But those thoughts didn't matter right now. Escape was the primary thing and he needed to get away. From one roof top to another he jumped. He was glad for the lessons earlier with this as he'd gotten comfortable in running across roof tops and jumping to the next, only to continue on the same way.
As he jumped from one roof top to the next he chanced a glance over his shoulder. Green eyes wide as he watched his pursuer. This wasn't good. Should he try out that attack of his? Maybe it could help him get away? But what if it hurt the other? He didn't like the idea of causing others pain, not physical pain at least. He wasn't a member of the collective for nothing, he liked to cause people some form of pain...at least he supposed it was pain.
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 4:26 pm
Bischofite tore after the white senshi, tailing him and closing the distance steadily. He ran track before; chasing down the enemy proved no different. Over buildings, through alleys, across streets... It didn't matter. Nothing concealed this spineless little senshi from him. Nothing shielded this mere gnat from his determination.
And soon enough, that senshi loomed into his grasp.
Bischofite reached outward during the chase, and the senshi's uniform narrowly escaped his grasp. With a little more patience, a little extra exertion, he finally closed the gap between them and seized the boy by the collar, and the senshi's inertia nearly sent him off the ledge. In fact... over the precipice looked like the perfect place to hold the boy.
Especially considering that Bischofite lacked the strength to hold him there for long.
"What're you doing out so late, little boy?" He asked sinisterly, displaying a toothy smile. He tightened his grasp on the scout and pinned him against the grimy surface of a nearby air conditioner. Perhaps he could have a little fun with this senshi yet... Even if it involved sending him tumbling to his doom from the height of a three-story building. If not, it was worth traumatizing the poor sap on such a glorious night. "Tell me - what is your kind up to at this hour? Or, perhaps you were just looking for an excuse to go skydiving wis'out a parachute." He was growing rather fond of the thought.
"If you need a little encouragement, I can always show you your own mortality." As he'd discovered himself, someone in the position of ripping out a starseed provided a harrowing experience for the recipient. "It's a beautiful sing, knowing you could die at any moment. Perhaps you'll realize you enjoy life too much to tempt it by scampering about in ze darkness." Like a rat.
A spineless white rat.
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 7:53 pm
Chaldene didn't once drop to the ground and take to the sidewalks and alleyways of the city. He felt the roof tops was a better way to go for this, opened up more directions for him to move. He didn't have to worry about dead ends and such. He just had to keep running and jumping/leaping from one roof top to the next. He just had to keep going, he continued to remind himself of this. He had to run, had to keep going. Even as a stitch started to form in his side he couldn't let himself be caught; and yet it seemed the other was catching up.
He felt their hand so close, and even chanced a look back to them, and was started to see how close they'd suddenly gotten. They were going to get him! Panic flooded his green eyes as he turned his attention forward, if he continued looking behind him he might trip...or run right off a building roof.
Gasping as he was grabbed, wide fear filled eyes stared a head, he was had. This wasn't good. What was he doing out? They wanted him to answer that? Or was it a rhetorical question? He wasn't sure which it was and wasn't sure if he should answer to he kept silent from where he was pinned against the air conditioner, it had to have not been cleaned in a long time.
The second question, and the following remarks, had him shuddering. "I-I was out for a walk." And he was. He wasn't one to fight - obviously. So why was he being grabbed like this and almost forced into a position where he would have to fight for his right to continue living. He didn't want to be in this position and it looked like he was going to be forced into it anyway.
Would he have time to realize how much he enjoyed life? Would this person not be killing him tonight? They seemed rather keen on the idea not more than a few moments ago. He didn't like to get his hopes up so didn't, he might not come out of this alive. This person seemed rather...easy with the idea of killing, and that was worrisome to him. Struggling, only slightly, he stared at the other. "I'll stop scampering about. I'll return home." Anything to get them to let him go, to let him live. He'd promise nearly anything.
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 8:27 am
"You will, eh?" Bischofite grinned. It spread across his face like oil, like darkness. "Cute. I caught an obedient one. I wonder - what will your friends sink of you, zat you ran home wis' your tail between your legs, not even putting up a fight? Will you hang zat little senshi costume up for good, or are you just lying to escape wis' your life?" That uncanny, unhinged grin widened.
"I want to show you somesing, little boy. Somesing beautiful." In an almost loving manner, he laced his fingers through the senshi's black bangs and parted them from his eyes. He even tugged the stray hair out of his tiara, pushed it further back to the side of his head, and pressed the unruly tufts of bangs back into the silver piece. "I sink you'll appreciate it almost as much as I do, now zat you can see wors' a damn." No wonder he got caught so easily - how the hell could he see where he was going?
Now that he was satisfied with the boy's new, mostly functional, hairstyle, Bischofite dragged the boy by his uniform. He pulled the green-eyed boy toward the edge of the precipice, and with a forceful tug, dragged the senshi in front of him. While Bischofite stood just before the lip of the building, the white senshi was forced atop it, granting him a height of a few inches.
The misanthrope secured his prey by wrapping his arms around the man's waist. "Look down. Do you see it? Can you imagine your broken body lying in ze street, ze blood rippling out from your body? Can you visualize your own mortality, senshi?" He doubted it. Understanding came few and far between with these misguided, moral-spewing monstrosities.
Perhaps a quick shove was in order.
"I want to know your name before I christen you a work of art. I sink my superiors would like knowing who I killed." His golden gaze sharpened at the thought of ending another life, watching this boy's true personality emerge, seeing his last breaths ebb from his body unceremoniously.
He was truly made for the Negaverse.
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 7:16 pm
Friends...? Did he have friends amongst the senshi? he didn't think so. He'd met a few, taken ones phone number even, but he didn't think they were friends. he didn't say this though, he didn't think it would be wise. it would only give this dark haired figure more fodder, more ammunition, to use against him and that wasn't something he wished to do. He didn't want to drag this conversation out longer than it had to be.
Shuddering at the others touch, as though the other was going to kill him at any moment, he wasn't sure what to think of the others touch and words. hHe certainly felt confused by them, thrown off, it was too gentle and it didn't match with moments before. Dark hair brushed out of his face two green eyes were able to look at the others golden eyes. He hadn't fought being dragged nor pushed onto the roof top. But he did dig his feet in now, not trusting the other. He wanted to show some trust, hope that the other wouldn't kill him, he wanted to believe his words had helped his situation.
"My mother...she's a nurse...I've heard about people jumping." He whispered even as he couldn't pull his eyes away from the street below. He'd heard the tails from his mother. They said that doctors and nurses weren't to talk about such things, about other peoples medical records, with people. But his mother, an ER nurse, brought home many stories which she would tell to him. It had been like that for years. So he had heard once or twice, when he'd gotten older, about cases of people jumping and the mess made. It was one reason he could and would never try suicide, no matter how depressed he might get. He always had to wonder about those who did kill themselves, or tried, did they realize the mess they made? The sight other people saw? Then again...did they even care? If they cared so little of their own lives did they care about what other people saw?
So the other was going to push him. He wasn't surprised but he was scared, he hoped he could escape this. If he went forward he was sure he couldn't escape. He would need to move fast - before he could be pushed. "Chaldene..." And he mentally readied himself to move, and fast, before the other could push him. He would need to move to the side and maybe jump from the roof, it would put distance between them and get him on the ground. It was a good idea, at least he thought so.
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 7:32 pm
"Chaldene..." He echoed, a smile ghosting across his features. Good. He'd find some way to immortalize that name later. "Maybe you sink it'd be fitting to know my name before you die. And you might be right under normal circumstances. But in ze space of a few seconds... Do you really sink that's justified? It seems a waste of breas' to me." He smiled, though the black-haired senshi couldn't see it.
Bischofite seized the boy's arm instead and stood on the lip of the precipice with him. "Isn't it exhilarating to feel your own mortality like zis? One mistake and you're free-falling. I wonder if time slows down as zey say it does. Why don't we find out togezzer?" Six stories... They would most certainly die. Perhaps the investigators wouldn't be able to separate the two from the gruesome mulch staining the street. in that case, it would be best for Chaldene to make the journey on his own, and explain his feelings during the fall. He was sure the boy would have enough time to articulate himself, should he swallow his fear. "You first, little boy."
What would he have to say? Would the adrenaline slow time for him? Would he say nothing out of spite? He didn't seem like the sort... No, he went along with nearly everything Bischofite asked of him.
Spineless, as he initially thought.
Finally he let go of the boy's arm, just long enough to manage a push. Just long enough to end their small, tenuous friendship formed from predator and prey roles. It was fun, exciting even, but all good things drew to an end. In this case, the end came in the form of ichor splattered across the pavement below. He wondered, would this kid understand exactly how much meat was contained in his lithe frame? Would he be able to register the mangled remains of his body before death took him? Perhaps, if he was lucky, he'd find out.
Perhaps, if he was lucky, he'd hear one last glorious death rattle.
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 8:59 pm
Oh god...he was going to be pushed and the other was talking about going together? Was he insane? No, no he doubted it. It was just the insane words of someone devious who meant none of what they said, he was quite sure they had no intentions of going with him. They were going to throw him alone and not follow him, not go with him. None of that and he knew it, the others words and their lack of meaning didn't bother him. He wasn't expecting anything more, nor anything less.
As the other let go of his hand he went to move away, to side step it, only to be pushed. Teetering he did what most would - he reached out. He reached out and latched onto the other, even if they were the enemy and wanted him dead, he grabbed the other and unintentionally pulled him forward. His hand went forward, out over the side, as he sought to balance himself. He was off balance and would be lucky if he didn't fall.
His hold on the dark haired one slipped, or was simply released, as his arm short backward as he windmilled and tried to regain his balance.
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 9:33 pm
He hadn't expected the boy to react in such a way. In hindsight, as he had far too much time to reflect right now, he should've known this was coming. He should've realized that the boy's complacency was a ruse, and his true cowardice would show through in the moment that determined the length of the boy's life. He should've seen it coming, through the fear in his eyes. Through the quaking in his arm. The signs were all there, yet he refused to see it in his reverie. He vowed to never make such a mistake again, and that should he survive this, he would repay this boy in spades.
In blood.
After Chaldene slipped from his grasp, the boy latched onto him out of sheer terror, sheer trepidation toward plummeting toward the pavement. In that moment, the two swapped places, and Bischofite lost his footing as well. While the boy sought safety through Bischofite's balance, it was as if he simply leeched the sure footing out of him. Soon afterward, while the boy remained atop the precipice, the raven-haired lieutenant did not.
No, he found himself free-falling in the very position that he'd claimed for Chaldene.
His mind worked at a fraction of the time that it normally did, and he processed his surroundings in such clarity that he memorized every etch, every crevice, in the mortar with only the blink of an eye. He saw window ledges as footholds, and rungs of fire escapes as sanctuary from the fate lying below him. He reached out, caught a ladder, but it broke under the weight of his inertia. His determination.
Only by seizing a second ladder did he manage to halt his fall, and that didn't last for long either. The piece groaned angrily under his weight, threatened to shrug him off if it detected even the slightest movement on his part. And he froze, staring up at Chaldene.
Surveying him through a thousand revelations, all brought about by the boy's desperate fight for survival. Could he see all the minute inspirations laced in his gaze? Could he understand what Bischofite now grasped, after a fall that threatened his death?
Perhaps not; no, this boy would rather flee to the sanctity of his home than discover the quiet secrets of the universe.
As he hung by the rung of the ladder, he had nothing else to ponder that night, aside from how to make it to ground level.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 9:11 pm
He hadn't expected for the darker male to go falling, he almost wished he could reach out and help. The fact the other had wanted to kill him, and was scary, didn't detract from his want to help but it also kept him from rushing down below to check on him. He wasn't stupid enough to risk the other surviving and being fit enough to grab on to him and in some way harm, or kill, him.
He had been sure the others fall would continue, especially after the first ladder gave, but it seemed he had been lucky. This wasn't going to end well for him, was it? They would survive tonight, which was good, but they would surely catch up to him some other night and kill him or at least try to again. That alone set fear coursing through him once again, even as he stared down at the Lieutenant.
Green eyes locked with the others golden eyes and for a moment he shook, shuddered, before he looked away. He didn't see those new things entering the others gaze. All he saw were the eyes of someone who might just become his killer one night. This was someone dangerous and someone he was to fight, or should fight, and he didn't want to even if they sought his life time and time again. Should he say something, some parting words, or should he just flee and return home and hide behind his computer until sleep carried him off to his bed?
What could he say? He didn't know this person and they certainly didn't know him, aside from what side in some war they were on. No, there was nothing to say. So once more glance down and he turned and fled. If they got to the ground and he was still close he didn't doubt that they'd try again to take his life, or follow him home and see where he lived. Neither idea appealed to him. So he continued across roof tops toward home and the safety it offered.Strickenized (Sorry it took so long. Think I ended it and maybe some rivalry eventually?)
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