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 Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 3:54 pm
Merlinite was feeling a bit like a failure, if he knew what that felt like. He supposed he was feeling like what he assumed a failure would, since he'd never been unsuccessful at anything he tried to do before. He never let himself: he refused to accept failure and did not acknowledge it as such if it might have happened before. He could work with anything, he could always get stronger, better.
Couldn't he?
He was starting to feel like his methods here in the Negaverse were getting him no where. He lost more fights than he won, and he got into more trouble than he actually made for others. He was supposed to be this force to reckon with, this powerful shadow out there getting information, without a face but with many names. He wanted to be a friend to the senshi and knights he could dupe into believing him, and he wanted to be a terror to those that had nothing to give him.
Instead, he was kind of like a punching bag.
Scuffing his feet on the floor, he sighed and walked along with his hands in his pockets. He was not sure where he was, the night having settled and the streets empty, but he didn't really care. He was feeling particularly miserable, staring at his feet as he took each slow step, wondering if he had finally made a mistake, if this was not the path that was meant for him, like he'd believed so ardently that it was.
But what else could he do? Go back to being normal? Be a good guy? There was just no way he would ever go back to life without the power he now knew. How could he? But likewise, how was he supposed to get any better?
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 7:50 am
To his credit, Khayman was getting better at this guardian cat thing. He was starting to help train agents, was scoping out the territory, had a reasonable control over his energy if not completely, and was working on scoping out potentials to join their side. Not that he had any delusions of grandeur or convictions to the Negaverse really, just the more people he knew he could protect or at the very least help them become a little less defenseless, the happier he was with his lot in life.
Which led him to Merlinite. The poor man was just absolutely hapless. Looking at job boards, Khayman had honed in on him, deciding to both complete the shabby and disorganized information boards back at the apartments, and to perhaps help boost the poor agents stats a bit. From all rumors he gleaned from passerby, and by asking one or two randoms back at headquarters, it appeared that Merlinite was SUPPOSED to be an infiltration agent, dealing in information that Khayman very much needed in order to....what? He wrinkled his nose as he tailed his newest acquisition, for the guardian cat already knew he would help the young man out as much as he could.
In all honesty he wasn't sure what he wanted with all the information he could get privy to within the organization. He just knew the guardian cats were largely left to their own devices and only really called upon when a senshi needed corrupting and even then only with a superiors help. Due to his recent love for books, he supposed he was becoming a knowledge keeper of sorts. Staightening out what the Negaverse knew of both itself (of whoms origins were sketchy at best, and Khay was determined to find out just WHERE they had started exactly), and of the White and Dark Moon courts. His motives for tailing Merlinite weren't completely altruistic because of this of course, for which he felt marginally guilty, but what WAS an informational authority without choice information? Now if he could perhaps glean some information off the agents he made a point to stay close to, say perhaps information that didn't get widely shared, it could help him in whatever overall goal he was still forming with all this intel.
"You leak energy when you're agitated....you should calm yourself..." he warned deeply, jumping silently off a light pole that was flickering to land at the humans feet. Staring up at him quietly, he wondered what the best approach was. He wasn't stupid, but he wasn't exactly a mastermind either, and certainly nowhere near as ambitious as many Negaverse agents were. In all honesty he thought the fighting on both sides seemed silly and counter productive, but he wasn't arrogant enough to think he could prevent it in any way. Perhaps just make the cleanup after the fallout a tiny bit easier?
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