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 Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 5:12 pm
A hand pressed firmly to his side Alexandre had pulled his arm, and hand, out of his coat sleeve so he could press it tightly to his bleeding side. The left cuff of his coat was tucked into a pocket, to cover up the fact his arm was not in the sleeve, his left hand was pressed tightly to his side side, sticky and red with blood, as he walked down the street on the way home. He'd teleported as close as he dared, a block away, and was walking as quickly as he could.
Blinking he took a moment, or a few moments, to lean against a building before pushing off and heading home. The adrenaline was fading and the fact he was bleeding and in shock over seeing a replica of himself was taking it's toll. A shake of his head, a blink of his eyes, and he reached the three little steps to the front door. With one hand free he rang the bell, rather than reach for his keys and knock, and hoped Alois was home and would hear the bell ringing. Just to help, in case the other would ignore people at the door, he called out for the other. "Alois, let me in." Oh how he hoped the other was home tonight. He needed to not only get stitched up but letting the other know what had happened was on the top of his list of things to do, he didn't want Alois going out and finding himself with a replica of himself to face - at least not without hi knowing about it. A deep breath was taken, slowly, and let out as he leaned against the door and waited. He'd need to find his duplicate and kill it, he scolded himself once again for his failure to do so, and he needed to do it soon. He couldn't permit that to run about the city and do who knows what to whoever it pleased, he wasn't aware the thing was strictly after him.
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 5:48 pm
It was hard to pick a place to stay. He had so many choices.
First there was his parents' house, now reduced to his mother's house, where the kin he grew up with resided, as well as his workplace. Superficially it proved convenient for his civilian life and he was surrounded by people that purportedly loved him. However, he found it exceedingly difficult to stay and left promptly after his induction into the Negaverse. He detested the thought of concealing his identity from those he lived around, thus he bolted from the place through sheer necessity.
Secondly was Alex's house, where the younger boy housed him with measured contempt for a number of months. Their relationship ebbed and flowed, procuring its own flotsam and jetsam while it roiled and rolled. He appreciated that friendship and camaraderie for both its unpredictability and the rare moments when his caustic tendencies found no outlet to seize upon. Inwardly he recognized that the blonde must've gotten halfway to an ulcer, largely due to his abrasive antics and intent to risk his life in insidious affairs.
Thirdly was Richard's apartment, though even considering it produced an ache so old and dejected that he gave it nary a thought.
Lastly was Porsha's lackluster abode, one filled with lukewarm decorations and this pervading sense of neglect over the course of its many owners. Surely she took care of the place now, but she had no means of reversing the damage that inevitably accrued. As for Porsha... A strong and capable woman, she needn't deal with the volatile emotions he harbored on a daily basis. She was a project, and projects must be maintained carefully - his tendency toward explosive mistrust aside, he had to tread lightly with her, lest he risk dismantling his own carefully laid plans.
It felt strange to return to a house he knew as a lieutenant and captain, as well as a soul who attempted to train and temper him during that time. Surely he didn't turn out as the blonde had hoped, but now that they were peers, he held little say in the matter. He'd risen through the ranks regardless, so he must've done something right. However... Given his recent encounters with Ida, he questioned the validity of said promotions.
Such doubts led him to his current choice of residence. Alex had endured great tribulations during his time with the Negaverse, as evidenced by his most recent blunder of reducing his captain to a youma form. He'd seen ruts, deep and troublesome. Cavernous and laden with clotted blood. He might as well have faced down death himself.
Alois hadn't expected the blonde to return to his house anytime soon, given his abnormally busy schedule while they still lived together. And given al the time he wagered he had before the boy returned home, he broke into the place with relative ease and considered his options for whittling the time away: playing piano first came to mind, though he found himself questioning whether he could produce a decent quality piece with the time he spent neglecting that hobby. Otherwise he could cook, which he lacked all interest in, or he could drown out the buzzard thoughts haunting his mind and give in to the weariness that plagued him over the week.
The latter sounded the best idea.
When Alex knocked, it roused him to a dreary lull between his dreams and pallid reality. He questioned whether he truly heard anything at all, and resigned himself to simply rolling over and giving up on consciousness once more, but the blonde's call finally assured him of his need for wakefulness. In what felt like a tremendous effort, he slipped off the couch and padded toward the door.
The misanthrope answered the door with tousled hair stretching toward a black v-neck shirt paired with equally black boxers. The cold air gripped his exposed legs and he instantly regretted his neglect toward pulling his pants back on before answering the door. Still, he eyed the blonde with a certain bleariness belonging solely to the newly-awakened, and it took but a moment for him to process what the boy had gotten himself into?
"Knife fight?" He asked in deadpan humor. Relinquishing his grasp of the doorknob, he stepped aside and waited for Alexandre to drag himself inside. Upon closer inspection, the boy looked worse than he initially ascertained. Much worse. "I suspect you found yourself." This time the words came more clarity - more cold reality.
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 6:17 pm
"Found myself...so you know then?" He questioned, even if he didn't need to. Not noticing the others state of dress, or undress as it were, in favor of using his free right hand to unbutton his coat, he let it slid off his shoulders and off his right arm. as the long coat fell it revealed that yes, something sharp had indeed gotten him. "Spear..." Fingers clenched at the wound, the dark gray of his sweater was already stained dark red nearly black with blood (red blood to dark gray produced a very dark red stain).
"Ran into a senshi and knight - both had duplicates which also showed up." But he didn't want to go into that now, he sounded tired and really he was. His head swam as he moved into the house and past Alois. Pressing a hand to the table by the door, where house keys normally were, to balance himself and stop the dizzy spell. "Tell me you know you to stitch a person up." He was sure the other could but would he be willing to? Looking back at Alois he noticed now the others lack of clothing, or rather pants, and lowered his head so he looked down at the floor and Alois' feet.
"I don't care to explain this away at the hospital." And risk Xander finding out and telling Lily and both fretting away and questioning him. He didn't need nor want that right now. "And something to drink...." Pushing off the side table as he made it toward a couch, not the one which looked slept upon. Dropping down into the waiting cushion he shifted, wincing, as he landed with a slight jarring. "I didn't kill it." He finally said, his voice coming out sounding as though he had committed some crime. "It got away, I'll have to kill it soon." Before it did damage to the city or civilians, if it hadn't done either or both already.
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 10:52 pm
"Of course I know." He'd seen himself before, as inspiring as it was, and even encountered the equal prowess his doppelgänger held in battle. Surprisingly his copy appeared less adept at laying the very traps he favored so greatly, but their brief meeting confirmed a few crucial facts: Bischofite proved a formidable opponent against himself, chakrams were curiously versatile weapons, and he looked good in a monochrome color scheme. However, he gleaned little more than that from the curiously taciturn clone. Maybe Benitoite had better luck.
But as he shirked his shirt, Alois found that he met his double in blistering dissent, and from that conflict came a wound so grievous that Alois considered it impressive that the blonde still stood. However, Alex wasted little time loitering in the doorway - he almost immediately pressed past the threshold and balanced himself against a nearby table. He looked stricken with pain - his skin stood pearly and pallid against the darkness, soaked with sweat still dampening his hair. It ate at his clothes as well, and what wasn't a deep maroon showed an even darker shade of blue than before.
Alex hadn't much time to furnish Alois' curiosity in the matter.
The misanthrope's gaze softened with Alexandre's terse retelling, though not for reasons of sympathy. It sounded as though the clones he'd learned of had spread a brand of anarchy through Destiny City that blurred the normally vivid lines between Chaos and Order. So quickly had they come, and yet... Beneath the city's moonless taint, the streets were rife with such absolute lawlessness that Alois found himself stricken with merciless envy for those few moments.
Even as Bischofite, even with all the atrocious crimes committed under the guise of curiosity toward morals and virtues, he could not maintain that kind of widespread and thorough deconstruction of society. It simply eluded him. These doubles executed the notion with little trouble, yet he found himself floundering with the simplest of scales.
Alois finally pried himself from his statuesque position near the door and approached the bathroom nearest to the entry way. Luckily Alexandre had the foresight to retain a med kit in every bathroom, but the addition of Alois' taxidermy supplies increased their prevalence to a surplus. However, he knew the importance of using dissolving stitches in live 'projects', so he opted to avoid searching his work area for a fresh needle and thread. After all, Alex wouldn't be happy with cutting the threads in the future.
When the misanthrope returned, markedly calm and armed with a few choice materials for suturing and wrapping a wound, he sat beside the blonde and eyed the gaping injury marring his side. It looked heavily swollen and bloody, as if agitated before the impaling object was wrenched from his flesh. As painful as it might've been, Alexandre wore agony well and thus did not betray what unconscionable pain he sustained.
Finally he broke the silence with a measured, even tone - that of someone heavily invested in their work rather than their words. "It doesn't matter if it got away, Alex. I am sure my Doppelgänger is out zere just ze same, stalking me down somewhere in ze city. I don't know much about zem, but I don't sink zey'll disappear in one night. Hostilities and tribulations rarely do." Alois threaded the needle with practiced ease and laid the readied tool atop the med kit's plastic lid. Afterward came an alcohol pad, which he used to swab the surrounding area. There was little need for precautionary antiseptics, but he understood the necessity for safety measures.
"Hold still." He muttered when he first pierced Alexandre's skin with the hooked needle. It passed through the surface easily, expertly, and surfaced on the opposite side of the wound. With it came the thread, easily winding through the minuscule puncture and peeling out the other side with the mild taint of blood. After tying off and clipping the piece, he paused to inspect the first stitch. Fairly clean, and tight against the skin without threatening to warp it. Satisfactory. He smiled.
"Alzough - I wish I could'f been zere to watch. Imagine, if you will, yourself and your copy fighting to ze deas' in close quarters. All zat passion... Wasted on a lack of audience. What a shame." With a click of his tongue, he started on the second stitch.
Alex didn't ask him about stitches just to listen to him yammer.
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Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2013 5:30 pm
Watching with slight curiosity he saw Alois heading for the downstairs bathroom - medical kit. The word came to mind as he reminded himself that he had one in each bathroom in the house, one never knew what sort of injuries may walk, limp, or be carried into the house and so he thought it best to be prepared. He had enough things to handle the basics but nothing more sever then stitches, no way for him or Alois to diagnose a broken bone unless it was sticking out of the skin - in which case a hospital would be an immediate need.
However all he needed were stitches, a hot shower, and beyond that a good nights sleep would help. Stitches of course came first and some time to regain himself before he even dared try to take a shower, he did not need to fall in toe shower while trying to get in or out or just while standing there. Watching as Alois came back he moved enough so he could lay on his side with the wounded side up toward Alois as the other took to playing the role of doctor.
"I'll try..." He didn't think he could manage it though, as he noted nothing to numb the area was pulled out. They had nothing...that was something he couldn't get for them. Did they have kits one could buy for stitches that had such items in it? He'd have to look into that, or somehow obtaining medication to numb an area that needed stitches, because as he felt the needle pierce his skin he cried out. Half startled and half in pain he wasn't able to hold back the sound, loud as it was, as he fought the urge to pull away. Winning the second fight, loosing the way of the vocal cords, he felt pain radiate from his side as the needle, and thread, were worked in and out of his flesh.
As pain pulsed through him the blond reached out, desperately, for a throw pillow while trying to move as little as possible; Alois had asked him to keep still after all. Just managing to snag his finger tips on the throw pillow he pulled it in close and brought to to himself. Pressing his face into it. He might have a fairly good tolerance for pain but being sliced open and then having a needle entering and exiting your flesh was pushing it for him. Not to mention if he looked down he could feel his stomach churning in a rather distinct and unpleasant manner.
"We had an audience - a senshi and a knight. Although that didn't last long." Came the muffled, by the pillow, words from the blond. "You'd have wanted to see it for the passion...?" He asked looking up at the other from under sweaty hair, dark lashes, and from over the edge of the clutched pillow. By now, since he'd finished speaking, he was back to biting into the pillow to muffle any pained sounds which escaped him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2013 11:49 pm
The blonde's sudden yelp clued him into a crucial step that he'd missed in his haste to prepare stitches. He paused in preparation for the second stitch, and the glaring fact behind it coaxed a smile out of him. A genuine smile at that, toward the black humor in knowing that he spent far too long reconstructing the dead to remember how to tend to the living. Or had he gone so long in stubbornly refusing painkiller that it simply didn't come to mind? Either way he missed it, and Alexandre now paid the price.
Strangely it didn't affect him. Alex yelped, winced, suppressed his pain in every bodily way imaginable, but Alois felt nothing in watching it. He never questioned it.
However, he silently held up his index finger as if to buy a little time, and left the hooked needle lying atop the med kit. Alois left the couch soon afterward and disappeared into the bathroom once more, this time returning with a syringe full of clear fluid. Thankfully he'd taken care to read over dosage while he lingered in his rather fruitful trip, so he understood the amount that should be administered to someone of the blonde's meager weight. He ran his finger across the needle's shaft upon approach, before finally tapping his finger against the vial portion as if to disperse any potential bubbles.
Despite the time he spent lingering over nomenclature and instruction, he hadn't taken the time to determine if air bubbles in a syringe claiming lives was truly a myth. He supposed it didn't matter - should the boy be fated to die from this, he'd either succumb to an overdose or sudden heart failure from the aforementioned bubbles. Alois' potential superstitions had little to do with it.
Upon return, Alois straddled his roommate's hip, now facing the wound in his side. Uncomfortable as it was, it might potentially stifle the blonde's struggling while he continued his work. After searching the med kit once more for an alcohol swab, he tore the packet open and sterilized the crook of the boy's arm to prepare it for administering morphine. At that point he remembered to tie off the area, though he didn't fully understand why, but removing his belt and cinching it across the boy's bicep proved an ad hoc solution to the sudden problem. Shooting his companion a semi-serious glare, he ushered for the boy to remain still.
After seizing the syringe form between his teeth, he instead used his mouth to pull the belt taut and struggled with both hands to properly coax the artery running along Alexandre's arm and then insert the needle accordingly. Movie knowledge taught him to penetrate the vein at a perpendicular angle, but for every time he'd had blood drawn at a hospital, they vied for as parallel as possible. So, he pressed the needle beneath the boy's skin at a highly acute angle and depressed the plunger far enough to administer the calculated dose for one his size.
Alois released the belt with a mild sigh. His teeth felt strange and stressed, and he ran his tongue across their surfaces thoughtfully. While he slipped the needle from under Alexandre's skin, he reconsidered the questions the boy brought up earlier. "A captif' audience is not interested in ze matter at hand any more zan what directly affects zem. I'f learned zis srough some of ze sings I'f done as a captain. But... Whenever deas' is a possibility, passion becomes readily apparent. And zat absolute need to lif' is somesing wors' witnessing at least once, Alex."
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 5:05 pm
Alexandre took advantage of the time afforded him by Alois going to get something, he didn't know what, and took calming breaths into the pillow. Long, slow, deep breaths to calm himself and try to fight away some of the pain which had begun to haze over his mind and sweep him away. Whatever Alois was going for he was clueless about; though he was curious. As he lay there waiting, coaxing his lungs to work at the pace he wanted them to work at, he turned his head to the floor and gazed down at the solid carpet.
Lifting his head, blond hair falling into his face, as he turned his gaze onto the returning housemate. Where had he gotten a syringe and more importantly where had he gotten whatever was in it, he didn't worry too much over what was in that glass cylinder. He trusted Alois enough to not kill him and to know what he was doing; he trusted that Alois didn't have it out to end his life. He knew some people would think it stupid to not ask - to be so trusting. But Alexandre knew he could trust the other.
Watching with wide eyes he was surprised when the other climbed up onto him and straddled him, he felt the weight settle and also wished he could turn over onto his back so Alois could straddle him in a more comfortable manner - as this was uncomfortable. Slate eyes searched the others face, rather then watch what the other was doing, and finally he felt the bite of the needle entering his skin and he bit down gently on his bottom lip. It wasn't that it hurt but rather just...bothered him in some manner, he really wasn't sure how to word what he felt with needles. The cinch was tight, it had to be, and the other was on top of him and something unknown had just been injected into him and he was trying to keep calm and relax - which wasn't the easiest of things.
"I see...and I can see it is true. Death...yes that is also true. So you wished to see that passion in me or the need to live?" He questioned after a moment, feeling relaxed enough to do so. "I - I think I'm good enough if you want to start again." He was hoping; he wasn't sure though.
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 9:22 am
"You can decide zat for yourself." He grinned, though not at Alex. His attention was focused on the gaping wound that threatened to spill across the couch and ruin far more than just the blonde's shirt. After reclaiming the needle once more, he pressed the parted skin together gently and measured his next stitch.
"You see, when someone's life is sreatened, zeir desperate survival instinct inspires such a passion in zem zat it is actually quite inspiring to watch. I'f seen it multiple times." The needle broke the blonde's skin once more, and he guided it toward reemerging on the opposite side of the ravine. He knew it must've hurt, but the morphine dealt with the edge behind the pain. "It's a very basic concept, one we are born wis', but when we feel our life is sreatened, we act on it wis' such fervor and drif'e zat we often commit actions zat surprise ourselfs. For example, people who are normally not killers, and who haf' never committed a violent act in zeir life, might find zemselfs beating zeir attacker to deas' wis' a large rock.
"So, in a sense, bos' options are correct. I would'f liked to see zat passion uniquely individualized to you as well as ze need to lif' trounce ze obstacles zat lay ahead." He tied off the second stitch with practiced ease and cut the line, before continuing to measure out the coming stitches. And as he continued his work, his meticulousness with the task at hand made itself quite evident through the even spacing between the stitches as well as their similar composition. No stitch appeared slanted in comparison to the rest, or slightly longer. Only concurrent, near-perfect copies of the first stitch trailed down the wound.
And once he'd finished the final stitch to cinch the wound shut, he snipped the last of the thread and tossed the used needle into the lid of the medical kit, along with the bloodied swabs and sterilization tools. "People are interesting - as much as I hate to admit it." Afterward he slipped off the blonde's side and peeled away from the scene with the lid in hand. Though he intended to disinfect the tools for later use, he wasn't about to do it now.
After dumping the burden on the kitchen counter, Alois returned to find a suitable perch on the form of the arm of the couch. He sat on the very edge and one leg atop the other loosely and leaned forward, with both elbows resting on the crossed leg. He knew from experience that he would most certainly go numb from the knee down, but that didn't matter now. No, he had more interesting topics to address, and gold eyes glanced toward his roommate. "What went srough your mind when you first saw him? Your Doppelgänger, I mean." Fear? Shock? Incredulity?
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 1:29 am
It did still hurt, and he knew he was doing poorly at covering this fact, but he didn't think Alois would hold it again him - at least he hoped not. As he held tight to the pillow again and pressed his face to it for a moment. Should he have waited? Let the medication, whatever it was, kick in before giving Alois the green light to continue? He didn't think so. He didn't want to continue bleeding and stain the couch; among other things. So he grit his teeth and took the pain as much as he could, while still managing to somehow hear the other. His attention wasn't focused as well as it normally would be, how could it be when he was in pain, but he at least got what the other was saying.
"Of course - you little experiments. I'm sure they were enjoyable to say the least." He would have liked to have seen them and yet he also knew he might not agree either, not when it came to civilians. He didn't care so much for senshi or knights; unless they could be swayed to their side. "Mmm, I've heard of mothers defending their children." He stated in an off handed manner as he drew back from his pillow enough to be heard properly.
Fingers clenched in the pillow as he bit down on his bottom lip, yet again, and gazed up at the other. He really wasn't sure he wanted to look down and see the others work, he trusted the other enough, and see that needle going in and out of his flesh. He knew he had a strong stomach but he also didn't know when whatever Alois gave him would kick in and that would cause his stomach to churn and who knows from there. Had he ever told the other he didn't handle pain medications, strong ones at least, well? He hoped the other knew...
"People will always be interesting if we weren't we'd be boring and we'd all be the same." He stated while shaking his head slowly, really slowly. Groaning as he felt the world move far slower then he had, and it sent his vision swimming for a moment. Oh god..he had felt it creeping up on him, the pain relief, and it had taken hold by now and he could feel it.
While Alois went to the kitchen he hadn't moved, trying to figure out what to do, as the other returned he shifted and slowly - very slowly - that to move to sit up. He didn't feel the pain, tightness from the stitches yes but no pain, what he felt though was sick to his stomach as the world didn't quite move at the same pace he did. "Shock at first. Then..." Pondering how to answer he finally moved close to the other, to the corner of the couch where couch met arm of couch, and sat there hoping to keep still. "I mean to see myself as others do, not through a mirror, is quite an odd experience and uncomfortable perhaps even. But after a moment I had to figure this was all due to the lack of a moon and that eclipse happening - the bunnies." His words were slow, measured almost, as he almost snuggles into the little corner he was in. Slouching rather then sitting up straight, he let his gaze slowly turn to the other. "Then it came at me, no words no nothing like I'd do, and tried to take my head clean off. So shock first then that odd and uncomfortable feeling and some puzzlement before realization." Then had come the adrenaline and the need to survive.
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 8:44 pm
Alois did not shift his gaze when Alexandre moved closer to him. He thought little of it; the blonde had a story to tell, and he would not interrupt it for the sake of asking him such an asinine question as what are you doing. It didn't matter. The boy had a point - people will always be interesting, and his story was no exception as a facet of his experiences.
"It's strange and wondrous, ins't it? To come face to face wis' yourself..." He smiled, almost fondly. "I did ze same not long ago. I didn't expect it eizer. Mostly I was taking a look around, because Destiny City has fallen into some disrepair of late. It's refreshing, you know, to see all zis anarchy rampant in ze city. I decided I'd watch ze whole of it from one of ze skyscrapers before I took a more intimate look at doppelgängers killing zeir originals, but I wasn't quite halfway down ze street from powering up when I found myself.
"Just like you, I noticed zat my grey self did not haf' ze penchant for talking zat I did - no philosophies, no teaching, nossing but business. And zat business was my deas'. But zey're none too devoted to our dispositions, I'f seen, as my facsimile did not see fit to lay a trap for me. Ozzerwise I wouldn't be here. But it seems it also lacked ze foresight to predict traps from its predecessor, because I was able to immobilize it in a clever turn of events. When I tried to question it, it said nossing more zan you would expect from a zombie - trite words, mostly concerning murdering me. It was a waste, so I released him and teleported away."
Perhaps that was the only mercy he'd ever shown another individual, but it wasn't due to sympathy or the fact that the shade emulated his appearance so thoroughly. The plethora of dreams he'd had concerning mutilating his own body was enough to dispel that consideration, and the rest of his ruminations concluded that it was just more fun around Destiny City when he knew he had an alter ego trying to kill him.
But when he finally shifted his gaze to the blonde, he quirked an eyebrow confusion. "Are you alright?" He frowned, more disconcerted than concerned. Alexandre was fine just a minute ago, and the dose he'd given was measured to careful standard. Did it really impact him so quickly and easily? What a shame, what a pity.
A second thought struck him with disturbing force: if it sedated his friend so readily, how well might it work on himself?
Alois exhaled and clicked his tongue thoughtfully. With his suddenly feverish gaze newly diverted to the fresh stitching in Alex's side, he considered intentional misuse of the drugs he'd stolen so easily from the hospital. And why not? Would Alexander even know what drug abuse looked like? Alois doubted it - given his disposition toward analgesics, he wagered that the blonde avoided them at all costs. But he didn't have that choice tonight, and thus he sustained some measure of the drug. Still - would that give him enough experience with morphine to pick out the sluggishness that undoubtedly stemmed from its recreational use?
Secondly, and perhaps more importantly, would he care?
"I suppose it is easily inferred, but I will say it regardless: don't go out for a while, Alex." He needn't gesture toward the younger man's new stitches to explain the reasoning behind it. "Considering zey haven't ambushed and killed us just yet, I suspect zat we're relatively safe here wis'out wearing our powered identities."
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 1:43 pm
Strange yes, wonderful...not so much. At least not when your other self was trying to kill you. He didn't say it though, didn't think he had to, and rather looked at the other as he spoke. It seemed that somehow Alois might have...liked having a doppelganger running about the city. Somehow it didn't surprise him too much, although he did wonder if Alois didn't wish the thing wasn't as smart as he was so they could talk and debate. Such a sight would be interesting and worth watching, and listening to, as he was sure many things could be learned from listening to such a discussion.
"The city has been falling into disrepair for a while now - ever since the senshi showed up." Of course he blamed the senshi, as far as he was concerned everything was their fault. People going to space, dying up there, the state of the city and the fact he and others had joined the Negaverse and died or just given up parts of their normal lives. It was all their fault. This wasn't to say that joining the Negaverse had not been his choice, it had!, but if not for them the need to protect his freedom and other peoples freedom would not have come up and become the reason for him joining. Not to mention the Negaverse might not even exist if they weren't around.
"Mmm, indeed. They do seem to lack our personalities and thought processes - perhaps a good thing. It makes them easy to kill." And he'd rather kill his doppelganger then die to his clone." As he spoke he kept still and when he did move it was slowly, as if in a controlled manner. His head tilted to the side and seemingly nuzzled into the couch as he kept his eyes on the other.
At the question over his own well being he shook his head, instantly regretting it, as he groaned softly. "Pain meds...they hit hard.." He whispered while willing away the sick feeling that having the world move at two different speeds brought about. "I move one speed...the world moves slower. Kinda gives a sick feeling, like a bad carnival ride, but also a mental jolt." He answered after a moment. It was why he didn't have pain killers in the house. It wasn't like over the counter ones did it to him, at least not that he knew of, but he didn't care to try and find out. The ones you got from prescriptions were the ones which did this to him; and he hated them for it.
"I'll be fine when it wears off." Till then he'd sit here like a sick little child, looking rather weak and helpless, and try not to move more then he had to. He just hoped Alois didn't make him move somehow, for some reason.
"Mmm, I'll try not to - not till it's safe anyway." He couldn't promise anything, he had duties, but the other was right. Their clones weren't outside the house or bursting in the door, as he suspected them more than capable of, but he didn't want to pull the others neat stitch work. He could only imagine what Alois would say, and possibly do, if he ruined the stitches. But with his duties came the fact he would have to go out and handle his clone; and the sooner the better.
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 8:23 am
"I know." He preferred the city this way - with shops raided and people panicked, with impromptu gangs forming as a means to protect themselves from the steadily growing chaos that plagued Destiny City. However, Alois wholly doubted he could manufacture the very same level of anarchy through his actions alone. He lacked the intelligence, the ability, the wherewithal to engineer an event so all-encompassing and so destructive as to affect the city so thoroughly. It disheartened him to consider it - to know that he couldn't have a chance at heading that very same brand of chaos. And would the Negaverse even care?
Alois smiled, though a touch of forlorn disappointment lingered. "I don't sink I would'f had a problem killing my shadow self, personality or not. Capabilities, however, would proof' troublesome. I know how I sink, and I'd be damned if I didn't compose a life-sreatening and sorough trap for myself. I'd belief' I was just scouring ze city looking for my Doppelgänger, and suddenly I'd find myself caught in some contraption, half-mulched and dying by ze second." He shrugged, perhaps perking up from considering such a dismal chain of events.
He didn't mind death, especially his own.
Alois turned toward the blonde and rested his feet against the cushions, toes barely brushing against the boy's thigh. He fixed his gaze on the arm of the couch perpendicular to his while he laced his fingers atop his knees. "Relax and enjoy your new, disjointed interpretation of ze world. At least you don't haf' to suffer srough ze stitches anymore, yes?" The misanthrope rested his chin on his finger-hammock and shot a sideways glance toward his sickly-looking roommate. "I would enjoy your position right now, if I was in it. Too doped up to consider pain... Must be nice." He polished off the statement with a hint of bitterness.
Tired gold eyes studied the stitching now present in the blonde's side as he visually prodded for weakness in his work. He was far more accustomed to stitching with dental floss rather than legitimate suturing materials, but the end result looked much the same. As a taxidermist, he aimed to retain a flush look where the skin came together, but human skin proved far different and considerably more difficult to work with than his usual projects. Still, it came out well enough to healing purposes.
With a defeated sigh, Alois fixed his gaze on the arm of the chair once more. Worn, but still in solid condition - people must've used this couch for several years, yet still managed to follow the care instructions provided by the seller. "I'm exhausted, Alex. I don't even know how you're awake right now, eizer. Zis business wis' ze eclipse and ze clones is positively draining." Not only that, but he considered that his clone proved a better, more valuable asset to every facet of his life than he did.
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 12:10 pm
As much as Alexandre loved the chaos blanketing the city he also disliked it, too much risk to their own and to civilians. The thought of senshi and knights dying to these clones was pleasing, but then someone had to kill those clones. He didn't like the idea of the clones remaining and populating the city; not when they were trying to kill Negaverse members and others of chaos. The fact he had a clone out there that had tried to kill him, and thankfully had failed, only added to his desire to kill these clones and put an end to them all.
"You do manage to put together such lovely, and entertaining, traps. It's nothing I could do. I'm more the sort to talk and try to kill. Traps simply aren't my thing." And never had been. He could grab energy discreetly but that was different from setting up traps to harm, and hopefully kill, others. It simply wasn't his thing but he was happy to know someone who was good with that. "Were it my thing I'd have finished off my clone, or at least done it more damage, then I did tonight."
Glancing down at the toes brushing against his thigh he looked back up at the other. "It's hard to enjoy this position I'm in. When moving my head makes me ill and churns my stomach it's hard to relax." Whispering as he shifted, ever so slowly. "Pain I don't feel but I can feel ill" Sighing he moved, even if it did bother his stomach, and laid his forehead to the others knees.
"I'm tired as well, exhausted, and I should head up to bed. Perhaps if you don't mind lending some assistance to me we can both get to bed." Lifting his head just enough to look up at the other, questioning hope in his slate eyes.
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 12:38 pm
"Of what wors' is a machine when all its parts are ze same?" What Alexandre referenced were the rudimentary differences between officers that the Negaverse needed to survive. Surely if the entirety of their faction was composed of others like himself, it would've succumbed to the more capable fighters within the White Moon long ago. However, as they were, little progress was made in the war - and with the addition of malicious doppelgängers, Alois questioned whether progress was truly the focal point at this time. "It's true - you might'f killed it, but what if zey regenerated after a time, like youma? Perhaps zere is an unendlich amount of zem, waiting in ze wings for zeir time to hunt ze original."
Though, he would've enjoyed facing off against five or six of himself, despite their singleminded tendencies. But lately, impossible odds attracted him with mounting success - if he could die to the proper scenario, maybe he'd leave enough of a mark on his peers to live on in a disembodied presence. As seeds in their mind, they'd carry out the tasks he held so dear - without direction, without the plethora of faults he possessed as a human.
Alois' gaze grew half-lidded when he focused on the far cushion of the couch - its variation in color due to wear, the almost imperceptible cracks in its surface mirroring the typical appearance of skin. Like oil drowning a living entity... Maybe they weren't so different as Chaos agents. Did he mind? No - in fact, he preferred it over living bereft of it, as he did before. At least in this strange and surreal world, he could indulge his morbid curiosity without the repercussions suffered through exploration in his civilian form.
Hell housed a multitude of souls, fused together into a vaguely spherical entity. Other agents of the Negaverse weren't so different - Benitoite included. So why was it so hard to connect with them?
Alois was immediately shaken from his tangential musings when Alexandre leaned against his knee, and the misanthrope regarded him curiously. He must've felt ill if he used Alois with such desperate weakness. Initially he didn't know what to make of it - whether he should rebuke the boy or simply allow him to carry on, but soon he realized it wouldn't matter much. If the boy was as sick as he had stated, then he likely wouldn't take criticism to much success.
In maintaining eye contact with the boy, he allowed himself a trite fantasy - peeling away the blonde's taut skin, in one smooth motion, to examine the musculoskeletal structure beneath. The way his eye muscles twitched when he shifted his gaze, how the bundles of muscles around his lips worked in tandem to pull a smile on his face. And how he might've looked mounted on a perfectly motionless form, sculpted to impeccable measurements, yet almost imperceptibly off from the blonde's true proportions. Alois smiled - in his mind stood a near-perfect facsimile of Alexandre, complete with glass eyes handpainted to mimic those strangely grey-blue irises.
Alois neglected to voice those strange fascinations. "I'll see what I can do." Afterward he slipped off the couch with relative ease. Leaning over, he curled his fingers around the blonde's farthest knee and against his ribcage. With arms braced against those two locations, Alois muttered toward his future tagalong. "Hold on to my neck - zis is much easier to accomplish while powered, and even if I'm able to lift you, I can't guarantee I won't drop you."
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 9:21 pm
"Mmm, indeed.I know and I should dislike that I operate so like others do. But I don't care to take the time to play with the opposition." He was good at gathering information, not planning, and he lacked the will to wait for the kill. He liked talking, insulting and belittling, but otherwise wanted to move right in for the kill. And he whispered as much for the other to hear. At least he was honest with being the same as others. He didn't think himself much different, everyone was a little different, and he had no issue with it. He was fine with his place in things and that he did his job well and he was good at killing senshi; he'd unfortunately yet to take the life of a knight.
"I would like to see you corrupt someone one day...to find someone like yourself; someone who will set similar traps. Perhaps it will aid us in this war." Alois was capable, if nothing else, and Alexandre was sure he would make a good teacher to someone - if they other ever decided to corrupt someone. He honestly didn't know the others opinion on it, did he ever consider corrupting someone? Would he want to?
"I do hope that isn't the case. If it were to return I would, of course, have to kill it again and again till either it stops regenerating or I die fighting it." he whispered. The words serious and yet spoken oh so softly. Speaking of his own demise was easy, simple, and something that wasn't even thought of anymore. Perhaps this spoke to how long he'd been fighting and how much death he'd seen? Perhaps it was just a certain amount of needed maturity considering what he was faced with so often. Either accept it or wind up fearing it and by doing so bring about your death sooner.
Alexandre did feel ill but that wasn't the only reason he showed such weakness with the other. Had it been under other circumstances he would have done the same as he did now; it was due to trust. The blond trusted the other and didn't worry about being himself, many he held close to himself he did not hide himself from them, and above most he trusted Alois. He felt comfortable with the other even as he watched him gently. If he had a clue of the others thoughts, how morbid the others thoughts were, he would still be unscared. In fact, he wouldn't think much of it. Perhaps he would think it morbid, as it was, but he also knew it was simply Alois. Alois who was morbid and yet brilliant and had, at times, a gentler side where he played piano and let Alex sit and listen to him play the keys like an expert. Who was he to be bothered by the others morbid side anyway? He himself loved the idea of ripping a senshi apart or pinning them to the ground via a spear through the body keeping them in place; he had his own morbid side.
Surprise flashed in his eyes as the other got up and moments later the other was taking a hold of him. Yelping as he was picked up the yelp turned into a groan as his stomach churned and his head spun, oh he really hoped his stomach settled. He did not want to be ill on the other. Showing weakness, being himself, was one thing but being ill was another and that he'd like to avoid. It was one side of himself he'd like to keep to himself - thank you very much.
"You didn't need to carry me." The words softly spoken as his arms went about the others neck. He really hoped he wasn't too heavy for the other, even if he did know himself to be light, he laid his head against the other and closed his eyes slowly, thinking it might help when they moved.
"It was how I brought you home after I corrupted you - I stayed powered up in order to do so. I never come home powered up but I did that night. I couldn't have lifted you otherwise." He whispered his words; words that were followed up by a light laugh.
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