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 Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 12:53 pm
"I was wrong."
"I know."
"Zen tell me how to change it." Bischofite opened his eyes, scanning the depths of the stars in the sky for meager scraps of answers. He sat up soon afterward, cape sweeping across the tar papered surface of the roof in a quiet hiss. "Tell me how I might lift zis wretched pit of a city from its stagnation. Zey're winning, Malicious, and I suspect my solitude lends to zeir victory. At best, it offers nossing to ze Negaverse." His tired gaze lighted on his youma companion, a marble-skinned humanoid sporting hair as white as her complexion, laced with inhuman carapace throughout her body. As she leaned against him, he felt the light ghosting of yawning mouths through the arm of his coat. Even now, his skin felt slightly charged beneath the sensation.
Her voice came plaintive and patronizing as always, the creature busied with studying her claws over regarding her general in silvery gaze. "That depends on your goals, General. I can't just hand you answers on a silver platter." After deciding that her nails were passable under inspection, she drew her carapace-laden legs toward her chest as she caught hold of feathered wings to begin the preening process. "You do know what your goals are, right? Or was I wrong to choose you? I fancied Captain Schörl for a time after she obtained her youma, you know. She's a girl that knows what she wants. You could stand to learn a thing or two from h-"
"Shut up."
Silence fell between them, stretched thin like skins over war drums. For several moments afterward, the two coexisted without speech, communicating far more between each other beyond their rhythmic respirations. Finally he elected to speak. "You know of my goals, Malicious. To deny zat is no different from disobedience." While his voice held steady, the tension spread to his fingertips produced a quake of mild rage. "If you cannot provide one scrap of guidance, zen I'll send you back to ze Rift to rot. I won't ask twice."
Her following sigh indicated her irritation in the quick sag of her bare shoulders. "Fine, General. Have it your way." After discarding the motions of preening, she wrapped her arms about her knees and angled her head back against his shoulder until the edge of his ear came into her peripherals. "Go through the usual motions. Gather energy, train lieutenants, kill senshi. Bide your time. You stick out as it is. And while you go about looking like the innocuous little general you are, I'll see what I can dig up." Afterward she reached toward him in an attempt to pinch his cheek, but that scrap of flesh evaded her grasp. Instead her hand hung uselessly in the air, an echo of a failed motion.
Satisfied, he turned his gaze toward the sweeping, jaundiced pinpricks of light littering the building silhouettes. "Quiet, Malicious. Do you feel zat? A lieutenant is in our midst. Let's pay zem a visit, and see what we might learn of zis recruit." Following his statement, Bischofite slipped off the lip of the building and lighted atop the street lamp below. It bowed with a metallic grown beneath his inertia before righting to its normal form.
"As you wish, General." She smiled before she dropped in a flash of feathers and marble.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 7:03 pm
It was late.
The moon above his head was oddly bright, at least to Aurostibite, who had not been out for quite some time. He strode along now with the brim of his hat tugged low over his head, the unruly curls of his hair pulled back into a neat (or rather, as neat as could be with hair that refused to cooperate all the time) ponytail at the base of his neck.
He felt terribly out of place, horribly underwhelming in an organization that prided itself on power and prestige and doing everything they could for the beliefs they held so near and dear. Too long Aurostibite had sat idly by while his comrades were off fighting, off doing what was necessary to survive, and perhaps that was his problem. Zinkenite had seen his potential; he had trusted him to do what what was necessary to survive, and had understood the strength beneath the heart, but when was the last time that Aurostibite had actually done anything to make good on that trust?
Zinkenite had trusted him to become a great participant of the Negaverse and Aurostibite had betrayed that trust by doing nothing of value.
It was embarrassing, really, and shameful. He was old enough to know the consequences, after all; he was not some teenager, and there were those younger than he that held much higher positions, and where was he, Aurostibite?
Still a Lieutenant.
Circumstances would have to change, but they would not change by standing by, Aurostibite reminded himself as he walked, boots clicking lightly on the darkened pavement. He caught a whiff of a power signature and slowed his steps until he stopped entirely, Aurostibite turning his head from side to side, eyes narrowed.
There it was again; a flare of power, much stronger than his own, and as he stepped back, there was a loud creak and a crash as something - someone - came to rest atop a nearby street lamp, the metal screeching as it was bent out of place. Aurostibite watched with grim fascination as the figure straightened, shadows ghosting across his face.
He did not recognize him, but he knew a Negaverse agent when he saw one - and this particular one was leagues above him in power.
The paper crane in his hand felt weak and measly in comparison.
"Good evening," said Aurostibite cautiously. Then he added, just to be on the safe side, "Sir."Aeeth it's fine! C: <3 forgive my rustiness it's been a while weeps
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 9:39 pm
Initially Bischofite only watched the lieutenant, scrutinized his uniform and the way he carried himself. A lone one, from what he sensed of the world about them - another solitary recruit meandering through the darkness. Just as well - he may learn the superiority of youma in such a manner. Harsher lessons afforded higher learning curves. I've never seen you before. You can't be terribly new, not if you recognize superior rank with acceptable greeting. Maybe we've simply never crossed paths.
Not every story has to be complicated, Bischofite.
"Call me 'sir' again and I'll bury a chakram into your clavicle, Lieutenant. You can address me as Bischofite. Not General," he paused to aim a sharp glance toward the feathered youma, "and not sir. Wis' zat said..."
The figure transitioned from the lamp post to directly behind the lieutenant without movement, and soon embarked on an inspection that drew him far within the man's potential personal space. "Who are you? And who corrupted you? Who do you answer to, Lieutenant? Tell me." As he spoke, Bischofite meticulously removed the gloves from his hands by tugging the tips of each finger before removing the articles altogether. Afterward he folded the pair into his sash, where the cuff hung over the red material. Now free of restraint, one hand caught one of the lieutenant's lapels to discern the type of fabric. The general even took the liberty of chancing a grasp of the man's scent, in a quick draw of breath near the lieutenant's ear.
Malicious knew this song and dance well. She watched it sans amusement, perched as always with one leg crossed atop the other. A clawed finger meandered toward her lower lip in idle ruminations, while silvery eyes set upon the gestures of her general. "Do you have to devour everyone you meet? Leave something to mystery, and you might like them a little longer. I shouldn't have to remind you that you need friends, General. Especially in your position." Chastising complete, the youma descended from her perch in a flutter of feathers. She lighted well enough atop her carapace-encrusted boots.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 10:36 pm
Aurostibite arched a single brow.
"My apologies," he said, barely biting back the sir this time. His eyes flickered towards the general's dark eyes, hooded beneath black hair that fell in slashes across a pale face. The invasion of his personal space did not go unnoticed, but it also did not go uncomfortably, Aurostibite merely remaining standing where he was, tucking his gloved hands against the small of his back.
"Lieutenant Aurostibite," he answered, feeling the brush of a hand over his collar. "General Zinkenite was the one to recruit me, quite some time ago. I have since failed to uphold the traditions of the Negaverse and honor the agreement I made, so as of the current moment, I answer to no one other than the entirety of the Negaverse."
Bischofite's hair swung lightly against the side of Aurostibite's face as he leaned in, and Aurostibite's gaze moved sideways, trying to catch some semblance of emotion, some hint of who it was that he was dealing with. It was difficult to discern, however, from just a few seconds of interaction, and Aurostibite lifted a hand, tugging on the brim of his hat.
A gaze was passed to the youma sitting a certain distance away, though Aurostibite made no comment on her and instead focused his attention on Bischofite.
"I apologize for earlier. I should not have assumed."
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 8:25 am
Bischofite arched a brow at the statements following his introductions, straightening up to part from the man. "Do you typically srow yourself under ze bus for introductions, Aurostibite? Additionally, must you always utilize such formal speech? If we spoke in more familiar tongues, I imagine you would abuse ze term Sie until you're blue in ze face." With a thin smile, Bischofite clasped his hands loosely behind his back and paced into vision for the lieutenant.
Upon turning around, any mild pleasantly previously visible on his countenance evaporated into stoicism. "Let me tell you somesing, Aurostibite. Ze Negaverse has its fair share of mindless drones, so if you haf' a brain beyond your capacity to spit structured speech, I suggest zat you show it."
"You mean to say, 'at ease'." Finally Malicious left the shadows, bounding toward the pair in her typical manner. She hesitated just before the lieutenant, eyeing him voraciously, a single talon met with her lower lip. "The fresh ones are always the best ones," she commented to herself. However, she forced the thought aside to ruffle her wings and stand as close to the much taller lieutenant as she could to tease his hair with her feathers. Small tricks, but she felt the need to pass time in some inane task to whittle away her concentration on her hunger.
It didn't work.
Lieutenants often have paltry training, and this one already conceded to his neglect of duty. He cited Zinkenite, but I don't like that headstrong windbag. Perhaps I can kill two birds with one stone. Let's play a game, Aurostibite. "As a lieutenant, I suspect you haf' only a rudimentary education about youma, somesing akin to 'zey are our allies' in its entirety." Half-lidded eyes regarded Aurostibite dully, a testament to his utter boredom with the prior statement. "I will add to it: youma are posthuman allies. Zey were no different zan us, as humans, at one time or anozzer. As such, zey retained zeir need to eat. Malicious cannot venture into Destiny City for a terribly long time before her continued action requires some sort of... sustenance.
"You could find zat sustenance for her. I would make it wors' your while, Lieutenant - likely, if Zinkenite is your purported General, zen you'f no furzer training zan simply being corrupted and left to rot. I could train you, provide some... Much needed guidance for one new and yet so old to ze Negaverse's ranks. And how might you do zat? Simple - pull a starseed for her, civilian or powered. I care not which.
"What do you say, Aurostibite?" The mention of such barters and bets practically set his gaze aglitter with delight.kuroopu eventing makes me take even longerrr
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