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 Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 11:13 pm
General Buddingtonite was admittedly a little bored, but he had long since learned his lesson about openly complaining about it. Such things often invited bad luck and today was not a day that he was looking to get jumped, or pummeled, or harassed, or teased, unless it was the sensual kind of tease. He might have been fine that that, but of course, his mood was about as fickle as your typical feline at this point, so that might have set him off into an aggravated frenzy as well.
He had been waiting to hear back from Serpentine on whether their charge required another orb or starseed, and thus far he was given radio silence. He hated silence. He hated it immensely, because when the world around him was silent, he could hear things he didn't like or want to hear, and fifteen minutes had passed since he got his last call and already he swore he was hearing whispers.
So, he summoned his boomerang and fiddled with the roses, the thorns, the blades... testing its sharpened edge by pricking it against his gloves and easily nicking the fabric. It was always so sharp when he summoned it, so fierce... was there a blacksmith in the Rift that sharpened them every time they powered down or was there some kind of magic to it?
Magic. You know nothing of magic.
Oddly enough he thought of the last time he hurled his boomerang at something and recalled that, for its forever sharpened edges, it was ultimately useless against a shield. Was that the flaw of the weapon or the wielder? Then of course there was the matter of those visions of the supposed future, where his weapon had been the same tri-bladed boomerang merged with a staff. When did he get THAT weapon? And what would he have to do... to get that back?
Murder one million children's hopes and dreams! Tell them there is no Santa Claus!
So preoccupied with his thoughts was he that he didn't notice the ping of chaos aura nearby...AMItotic I don't have enough apologies for how long this took. :< Also I couldn't remember if this was a regular encounter or a spar...
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2014 7:54 am
Zircon hated failure. She hated the notion that there were objectives set that could not be accomplished, that somehow she had made a mistake and now it had cost her. It did not fit in with the neatly organized tenets of her world view, and it left an irritable itch in her brain that would not go away. The Negaverse did not make room for mistakes, she'd been told time and time again.
So why could they not secure Avalon?
The winter air whipped around the captain's hearty coat, sounding almost like whispers of dissent. The Negaverse fails again, as it always does. It is a tired, languid machine of destruction, devouring friend and foe alike. A wicked engine meant only to craft abominations and horrors, and when it runs out of ammo, it will come for you, Zircon. But you're too much of a coward to offer yourself when the time comes, aren't you? You'll be called to a greater purpose and turn to your enemies for safe passage, won't you?
We'll be so close to victory and you'll turn tail, Zoji La.
Zircon bit her lip and the world shifted to familiar hues of flickering violet. In Negaspace, there was no howling wind, no bleak December vista, nothing to fill the silence except the warm thrum of energy pulsing from the crystal walls. The short woman let out an exhale she hadn't realized she'd been holding in, then began walking slowly, hoping to burn off some steam. Zoji La was nothing more than a nightmare, a specter from a haunted imagination that got too little sleep. Nevertheless, the little brush of nightmare put her just enough on edge that she wanted to hit something.
She barely registered the General's aura until she was nearly upon it, looking up at the sight of a spiked silhouette. Her first reaction was to tense, her guilty conscience flaring, but she forced her panic down with a swallow, forcing herself to be calm. There was no reason to be anxious. There had never been a Zoji La.
"I didn't mean to intrude," Zircon called out, slowly walking around the perimeter of the General's personal bubble. She knew little of Buddingtonite other than what she'd seen of him in battle, but she knew better than to anger someone of his caliber of strength. There was no use pretending she hadn't been there--surely her aura would have given her away. Somewhere, she imagined a greater, grander silhouette, billowing with the dark power of a General-King, but this was only the stuff of dreams and nightmares.
"I saw you fight on the island," she added, trying to avoid floundering in silence for too long. It felt uncomfortable, like eyes on her from every angle. "What you can do with your weapon is...inspiring."ChibiGingi I think we had originally planned to spar, but either option works. <3
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 8:00 pm
Pay attention.
Buddingtonite felt the Captain approaching, but he hadn't heard her and hadn't been paying attention, so when she called out to him, he sprang to his feet in an almost unworldly fashion. One second he was crouched down and the next, standing perfectly erect, with no recollection of how he managed it, and he held his boomerang behind his back as he saluted the approaching Captain.
"Oh, not at all Captain..."
He drawled on the word until her name snapped into his mind, and he hoped that his warm smile would distract her from that slight pause there. "Zircon. I was doing nothing of value to intrude upon, I assure you. Simply testing the blade on my weapon, wishing it were just a slightly bit sharper, if you know what I mean."
Only when she mentioned the island did it dawn on him exactly who she was, and if anything his smile became more genuine and rare, and less forced polite. And the compliment certainly helped some, as he let out an almost bashful chuckle. "Well, thank you, my dear. I've had many chances to practice with it, though I could still use a few pointers. The hardest part about having a weapon you throw is getting it to come back... then it becomes a problem if it gets lodged in your enemy's chest and you have to approach them to yank it out. Defeats the point of it being a ranged weapon, no?"
Then he asked, sizing her up. "You didn't do too badly yourself, though. Have you been practicing your boomerang skills?"AMItotic Then I can change it to a battle! Abra Kadabra!
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