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 Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 12:44 pm
DCU. The only thing this was good for was picking up college chicks and dudes. Rutile didn't go to college, but he could definitely appreciate the beauty of it. Still, it was night here, and aside from a few stragglers, there wasn't anyone to really look at. Oh well. The Negaverse lieutenant just jumped on top of a car wash near the campus and just started walking around in circles, grunting slowly. "Man," he sighed slowly and just listened for something, anything. And what did he hear after a few minutes? Rock. A song Rutile knew really well. Instead of energy draining, he was currently playing the air guitar, making the noises to go along with it. He danced like he was actually holding one, a leg up, bouncing around as he sang and head banged along with the music. It was definitely hard rock. Probably from a location in the campus, maybe it was a party.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 3:14 pm
If it was a party, Mistral wasn't attending it. She was on her way home from a late class. When it was dark out it was much safer to travel as Mistral than as Anabel, and safety might as well be her middle name at this point. Still, that meant when she approached a Negaverse signature, she knew about it. She couldn't really ignore it, either; she sighed, and ascended a fire escape to surface on the roof and find... "What are doing," she asked, wishing more than ever that she had brought Mendel to class with her. "Please tell me this isn't some sort of Negaverse pregaming ritual. I would die. Of embarrassment. For you."
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 12:28 am
Well he hadn't... expected a voice. Flailing as he turned around on his heel, he looked at her with a little flush on his face and just sighed slowly. "No! No. Shut up. It's not. I was just.... enjoying the music." He snorted and crossed his arms over his chest in an embarrassed way and just tried to settle down. He was still trying to make himself look like he wasn't a mental case. So he just started to pace around and ended up falling on his a** as he slipped on a Frisbee that was on the roof. He landed with a hard thud and let out a hard ********' perfect!"
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 7:39 am
"I'm embarrassed for you anyway," said Mistral, keeping a safe distance. She had her magic and her Aspect to protect her, should he try anything, she thought. He was a Lieutenant, and she was a Squire, and she'd broken a knight's balls the other week with an elbow, so--he wasn't going to be able to hurt her. Right? Right. Jesus, this whole magical war thing was a pain in the a** when she wasn't at her Wonder, doing... science. She took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest. "You know, I've only met two other Negaverse officers," she said. "Both of them seemed a little more competent than you. I wonder which is the standard?"
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 10:13 am
"Oi, screw you, I am plenty competent!" Never mind his weapon was a little needle. Literally a sewing needle. Rutile rubbed at his face and just kind of sat down, squinting at her. "Lookit. Tonight I'd really rather not get my a** kicked. You... feel like you would eat me for dinner right now and if I come home with bruises well, people really won't be happy." Or let me out by myself again, he added to himself, grimacing. No, she wouldn't be happy at all with that. He grunted and just laid back like he had absolutely nothing to worry about. If he didn't attack, she wouldn't right? "....Yo, hey. I'm Rutile."
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 2:42 pm
Mistral didn't sit, although she would've liked to. It didn't benefit for her to attack him, even with her extra rank. Her weakness in civilian form translated to weakness as a knight, and she didn't want to start from a resting position when she could have been standing and ready. Just because she'd made a deal with Zircon that might end in her corruption didn't mean she would accept death at anyone else's hands... "Alright," she said, deciding to take him at his word, sort of. "My title is Mistral," she said. It didn't hurt to share that much, at least. "Who wouldn't be happy if you came home with bruises? Do they not know you're like this?"
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 3:10 pm
Title is Mistral? What kind of -- whatever. These weird pale colored people had weird names anyway. "Just someone. Don't worry about it. I can handle it." He grinned up at her and then squinted. "...You could, you know, sit too? I'm seriously not going to do anything because I really think you could kick my a** into next week if the.. what do they call it? Energy signature? Is to be believed." Deceptive, honestly. Very deceptive. Normally he could take a girl of her size in a fight but she was not just a normal girl and he was only the lowest you could get for his side. "I mean, yeah they know, but. They won't be happy anyway."
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 6:37 pm
She nodded, and slowly eased to the ground, though to call her posture 'comfortable' would be completely inaccurate. Mistral looked like she was poised to get up and run at any moment. "I thought the Negaverse viewed itself as paramilitary," she said. "That's certainly the impression I've received from my earlier meetings. You style yourselves after modern military officers, do you not? Lieutenant. Captain. General... It's arrogance in the extreme to assume you'll never be hurt." With a fussy little sigh, she adjusted the tight-fitting top of her uniform. Despite the changing weather, she still felt cool and comfortable--whatever space fabric her Wonder had gifted her with, it certainly did its job--and she had to wonder if the Negaverse uniforms functioned the same. "Not all of my peers are willing to sit and talk to keep you from going and attacking civilians. Several of them are murderers."
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2015 5:51 am
Like a feral cat giving room to another feral cat but not leaving. That's what she reminded Rutile of. He rubbed his neck as she talked about the military style of the Negaverse and then shrugged. He didn't know too much about it, other than what he was. "I mean, I guess we are but there's not a whole lot of explanation when you're a new dude there. Just kind of sticks a hand in your chest. Painful by the way. So painful, and then you feel a tug and then cold and then you're in your outfit and by the time you get your brain back in order you're like on your own." Not entirely true. "I mean. I have a couple connections to go to for questions, but I'm... I dunno. I like learning from experience than anything else." He was hoping she would relax a bit with him. Seriously, Rutile did not feel up for fighting. He'd probably get his face stomped in and it just wouldn't be good. "Yeah, well, several of my 'peers' are murderers too. I think every side of this 'war' we're in has them. No surprise." Those shoulders shrugged a bit as he shifted his position, pulling his knees up to his chest, looping his arms around them. "...How'd you get dragged in?"
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 1:15 am
She knew that feeling, only she'd never been... she'd always had people. Mistral hugged herself. Even if she didn't want to reach out, and felt they couldn't understand her situation, Babylon would always be there for her. She sighed. "One of your side's monsters attacked me," she said. "A ring appeared. I grabbed it and then I was like this." Not quite. Weaker, then, even weaker than she was now. "What about you?" She might be going through something similar soon, she thought. If Zircon found a way that Mistral could survive the process...
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 8:04 pm
"Told a general person to shove their hands in my chest to turn me." Rutile said it like he was telling her about the weather. He waved his hand lazily and stretched himself out a bit more before starting to pop his knuckles slowly. "Other than that? Fairly... I don't know? It was painful but nothing else happened after that. I didn't have to fight right away."
So she got a ring? What did senshi get again? Right, the pen. He remembered Azurite's pen and just grinned. Meanwhile it just kind of happened to him. "So I guess I'm boring." Rutile sighed slowly and then just looked out, out at the city and just gave a little smile.
"....I guess since nothing but chat is going to happen, I should probably just start getting." The Negaverse agent dusted himself off as he looked to the other and then gave a wide grin. "It was good meeting you, I guess....Just don't want to run into you on a bad day."
With that, Rutile jumped away, into the darkness so he could go home and sleep. He really didn't have the energy for this.
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