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 Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 9:05 pm
The call had come later at night than Gadolinite would have expected from his...admittedly young general. A part of him - the more amused side of him - would have expected someone of his age to be in bed by nine, especially if he had school the next day, but he supposed that wasn't always the case.
Gadolinite stood now on the edge of the city, cigarette propped between his lips, smoke curling upwards into the chill air. His long, dark hair was pooled on the ground beside him, too long to deal with him most of the time, but he did like the look of it even if it tended to get in the way. He swept a few stray pieces of his eyes now, taking the cigarette out and exhaling a breath that was visible.
He wasn't sure how long it would take for Jet to get there, but he was going to be the dutiful officer and wait anyway.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 12:46 pm
Luckily for Jet, he didn’t have school to go to, and thus no bedtime. And luckily for Gadolinite, he wouldn’t have to wait long because Jet could simply teleport to that location.
He arrived silently, several yards away, but there was no denying the sudden appearance of his energy signature. Finding Gadolinite there before him was definitely pleasing, because while Jet would have waited, he would not have thought very highly of his recruit if he showed up late.
And he was determinedly (and maybe a bit stubbornly) calling Gadolinite his recruit. Aurostibite had helped him, yes. And he wasn’t too thrilled that Gadolinite turned out to be a senshi. But he seemed to be intrigued by the power he could gain for himself, which meant he had a lot of potential. It was a good quality to have, especially in the Negaverse.
“Good evening,” he greeted as he approached the corrupted senshi, ignoring the fact that the man was older, and taller, than himself. “We haven’t had the chance to talk much, so I wanted to do that now, if you’re not busy,” Jet explained as he approached, his eyes flickering for a moment to the lit cigarette, but he made no comment about it.
“I’ve noticed you’ve gone above filling your quota. Makes things easier for me, so I appreciate that,” he said, sincerity in his voice. He knew that if his own recruit wasn’t meeting quota, Jet would probably end up filling it himself, because it was easier than to ask Aurostibite for advice on discipline.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 6:16 pm
Gadolinite didn't start at the sudden burst of a General's aura, though he did lift his head, smoke curling upwards and fading away into the chilly sky. Jet's figure stood a few yards away, an almost indiscernible, shadowy figure - but Gadolinite knew his General and the situation he was in well enough to know that it was him without having to look closer.
He flicked ash off of his cigarette, letting it fall to the ground before offering the young man in front of him a slow smile.
"Добрый вечер," said Gadolinite smoothly, pushing off the wall and letting his long hair pool around him. He pushed it away from his shoulders and took a drag off of his cigarette, letting the smoke fill his lungs before he turned his head away and exhaled it visibly somewhere to the right, away from Jet's face.
"Am not busy," he said, as he turned to the general again. "I haff been vorking hard to get energy."
It was perfectly true. And he'd liked it too, the thrill of the chase, the excitement as he'd slowly drawn the energy out of the unsuspecting patrons of a bar or a club or really anywhere there was a lot of people. He'd drained a young woman just the night before, her energy satisfactorily tucked away for later.
"Vhat do you vant to speak of?" Gadolinite arched a brow. "I am listening."
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 3:54 pm
He didn’t exactly want to be friendly with Gadolinite. He could care less if the man even liked him. Even if he didn’t respect him, that was fine. Jet made it this far on his own, more or less, so he was entirely capable of continuing without additional support. Yes, Aurostibite had helped him with recruiting, but that was one of the very few things he’d ever needed help with.
“You’re a senshi,” Jet started with pointing out the obvious. “I hate senshi. But since you’re serving Metallia, that’s redeeming enough, I suppose.” He didn’t want to give the man the wrong idea. Senshi were what prompted him to join the Negaverse. They were vile creatures who had no place on this planet, but there were others who had been corrupted into the Negaverse, which he’d slowly grown to accept.
“I want to see your magic,” he said point blank, and then lifted his hands up as if giving Gadolinite a target. “I want to see what you’re capable of. I want to be able to use your magic to my advantage, and I can’t do that without seeing it for myself.”
He knew it was probably dangerous, asking someone to attack him, but this was important. If he didn’t know Gadolinite’s current strength, how could he expect anything from his potential? Besides, he’d been hit by enough senshi magic already that he thought he was adequately prepared for whatever Gadolinite had to offer.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2017 9:24 am
He still hadn't figured out the young General, though not for lack of trying. Jet was an enigma in many ways to Gadolinite; the age, for one thing, even though his own age was barely five years older. But to have reached a General's level...he must have either put in some incredibly difficult work, or there was some other story behind it and he wasn't aware of it.
Either way, Gadolinite wanted to know. Patience was a virtue.
Gadolinite seemed unaffected by the apparent hatred towards senshi, only arching a dark brow, silent as Jet continued. Smoke was dissipating up from his shortening cigarette, and Gadolinite took another breath of it while he listened, once again turning his head so that he wasn't blowing smoke directly into the other's face.
"Vhy hate senshi?" he asked lightly, because the curiosity was not abated quite yet. "All senshi or just the senshi that are in Negaverse?"
He took a final drag of his cigarette and then dropped it, Gadolinite crushing it beneath his foot with a careless twist of his ankle.
"You want me to fight you?" he asked. "I can do that."
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2017 5:11 pm
“I hate all senshi,” he said as he watched the other man across from him. “But like I said, you serve Metallia, and that’s good enough for me. There’s no point in killing someone who is useful.” It was easier to say all senshi, although he’d gotten to know some Negaverse senshi over the years. That didn’t mean he had to let Gadolinite know that he didn’t exactly hate him; he was just wary of him.
“I just do,” he shrugged, not wanting to go into the details. Why he hated senshi wasn’t really Gadolinite’s business. “They fight the Negaverse and its officers,” he elaborated just a little, but that was enough.
“Well, I don’t really want to hurt you, but if it’s a fight you want,” Jet said thoughtfully, having originally just intended for him to test his magic, but a quick spar would at least show what Gadolinite was capable of. It would hopefully prove more effective than just talking.
“Whenever you’re ready,” Jet said, lifting his hands up to unhook the cape that was around his shoulders, letting it slide off and toss to the side under a tree. He didn’t pull his weapon from subspace just yet.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2017 10:49 pm
The hatred didn't bother him; it was the reason he was the way he was, after all, the insults simply sliding off of him like water on a duck. Gadolinite simply raised his brows, an expression of faint amusement flickering across his face.
"I am touched at kindness," he said, somewhat dryly. "But I do not fight Negaverse, I fight for the Negaverse."
He knew what Jet had meant, though. Gadolinite swept a few stray strands of hair from his face and eyed the young man in front of him. He thought he should make some sort of concession to the fact that Jet was both younger and smaller - but he was a general as well, which meant that he had to have some strength about him.
It was best, after all, not to underestimate people in situations like this. Gadolinite gave a small shrug of his shoulders.
"All right."
He waited while Jet unclasped his cape, then took a run at him, arm swinging without hesitation, fist aimed for Jet's side.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 8:30 pm
It was probably a little too obvious that Jet was not a trained fighter. He’d picked up a thing or two in the process of just trying to survive as an officer, but being trained in combat was not something anyone had spent time with him on. Instead, he focused more on his speed, trying to use his weapons, so when it came down to fists, he was sorely unprepared.
Gadolinite was fast, which Jet expected and was pleased about, because it meant that he would be good on his feet against those who tried to attack him. But even though he wanted to show he could stand up to the physical combat and took the punch that was aimed for his side, Jet immediately knew he should probably stick to his weapon.
<********...“ he hissed breathlessly as he staggered to the side and nearly collapsed, the air knocked from his lungs. Still, he shook it off as best he could, and side stepped back towards Gadolinite, lunging forward himself to throw a punch that was not very well aimed, nor did he really know the basics enough to determine whether or not Gadolinite could easily dodge.
He could do this. He could still fight, even though he was sure whatever inkling of respect Gadolinite had for him, even if it was just for his rank, was quickly fading away.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to learn how to fight with hand to hand combat, he was just limited in who he felt confident asking for help. He didn’t want to show weakness to his other Generals, but showing it to his own recruit was probably worse.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 1:51 pm
Underestimating people was how one got into trouble. Relying solely on one's physical appearance as a basis of how good one was or wasn't in a fight was how you lost fights, which was exactly why Gadolinite knew not to do so now. Jet was a General - he had not gotten there simply on a whim.
His fist landed, satisfyingly, in Jet's side, Gadolinite shifting back almost immediately to try and avoid any retaliation. But Jet was fast, already swinging a punch himself, one that grazed off of Gadolinite's shoulder and spun him off balance as he staggered.
"You haff been in Negaverse a long time," said Gadolinite, and it wasn't really a question, more of an observation.
He moved his feet, trying to brace himself, and then threw out a punch again, this time aiming for Jet's stomach. If Jet was not going to go easy on him and expect a real fight, then Gadolinite would give him one; this was his General, after all.
"You can fight vell."
Again, not a question, though this time it almost was.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 9:07 pm
“I joined just before I turned fifteen,” Jet explained as he took a step back to avoid most of the power behind the punch to his stomach when Gadolinite pointed out how long he’d been in the Negaverse. Which wasn’t very long compared to many of the others, but it was long enough. “I’ve been a General since I was sixteen. I’ll be eighteen at the end of July.”
It was probably more than the other man really wanted to know about him. And it wasn’t like Jet to go around sharing bits of information about himself, but he at least wanted his recruit to have the correct information about him. What he did with the information, Jet didn’t care.
“Hardly,” he grunted, frowning as he shook out his hand, which still ached after managing to punch Gadolinite’s shoulder. “I’m not going to fool myself and agree that I’m a good fighter when it comes to this stuff. I know my weaknesses,” he admitted, very aware of his faults and flaws and wanting to find a way to be better.
“s**t, I really shouldn’t have hit you,” he hissed, quickly shuffling backwards as he regretted his decisions, still massaging his knuckles and flexing his fingers. He knew the fight was still going on, and he wasn’t about to let his guard down, but he did keep his distance as best he could.
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 7:40 am
Fifteen was young, but not a child. At fifteen Gadolinite had already been driving his father's expensive, foreign cars and being allowed to taste wine at the dinner table. At fifteen, he'd already been suspended twice from secondary school for getting into fights.
Fifteen was nothing to scoff at, especially as Jet had already made it to General and wasn't even eighteen yet.
"Impressive," said Gadolinite, and he meant it, even as Jet skittered back away from his second punch, which missed and only came away with air. "You haff done vell, then, I can see. It is very impressive."
A grin flashed, bright and white.
"I think you underestimate self," he said. "You should be more proud."
His hands drew back, one holding an invisible arrow, the other an invisible bowstring, Gadolinite snapping it forward with a finger pointed in Jet's direction.guine Poison Arrow - Gadolinite draws back a pretend bow (there is no actual weapon; just going through the motions) and "fires" off a bright strand of light directed at the opponent. When it makes contact, the opponent will feel a sensation of burning and discomfort. There is no physical change; it's merely an illusory feeling that lasts fifteen seconds and then fades. Two uses.
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Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 5:06 pm
Gadolinite was a curious man. He was eager and capable, but also calm and collected and seemed to know what he was doing. Jet appreciated that about him. There weren’t many people he could say he could depend on in the Negaverse, aside from Aquamarine (when he wasn’t being lazy) and Seraphinite (when he wasn’t being obnoxious). Jet knew his age meant there was an aversion others felt towards him, maybe because they didn’t expect him to be capable or hold his own.
Jet wasn’t entirely sure they were wrong.
Impressive, coming from Gadolinite, meant more to him than Jet thought it should. He didn’t sound like he was anything but sincere, but he knew Gadolinite was clever and could probably trick him (or anyone else) quite easily.
He saw the grin and watched as Gadolinite lifted his hands to fire off an imaginary arrow. Good, he was hoping for this. He was no stranger to senshi and their attacks and he was curious to see what Gadolinite could do.
The magic hit him and he winced, the feeling of something burning coursing through him. It reminded him vaguely of another attack that embarrassingly had him on his knees and sick in an alley. He’d been younger then, and that senshi had been an eternal.
"It – has some bite," he shared with a hiss, not knowing how much Gadolinite already knew about his own magic. "It should be more – painful once you’re stronger." There was a bit of excitement in Jet’s eyes behind the discomfort he felt from the magic. As much as he hated senshi, they had useful longer ranged attacks.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 8:45 am
Gadolinite, as dismissive as he was of most people in general, also knew that to underestimate someone just because of their appearance or their age, had too often resulted in messy things and regrets. Appearance had nothing to do with one's intelligence or abilities.
It was a lesson long learned. Gadolinite was not about to take any chances.
The arrow - or rather, the impression of the fake arrow - had hit its course, and Gadolinite was pleased, even if he knew that was the whole purpose of this exercise - for Jet to determine his strengths and weaknesses. He grinned widely, his own expression pleased.
"Good," he said, meaning good, I want it to get more painful. Gadolinite eyed his general with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
"Your veapons have magic?" he asked, and held out his arm. "You can fight me, too."
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2017 8:56 pm
Jet watched Gadolinite with increasing curiosity and intrigue, still somewhat surprised that he hadn’t done anything to indicate thinking poorly of him. Or he was a good actor; that was a possibility. He was used to the looks he got from people on the side of the White Moon, or even the looks he sometimes got from Aurostibite, as though he was just an annoying child who needed to be watched and scolded for causing trouble.
Instead, Gadolinite seemed curious about Jet, and his abilities.
"I’m not sure you’d want me to fight you just yet," he admitted, trying not to let his lip twitch into an amused smirk because he was concerned with potentially hurting the other man. White Moon he had no problem with striking them down, but this man was his own recruit and he wanted to see him grow and succeed.
Still, Jet shook out his arms as though shaking away the rest of the magic that lingered from Gadolinite’s attack, holding out one of his hands as he pulled his dual bladed pole from subspace. He hadn’t shown if off in front of many Negaverse officers since there was no reason to be armed around them, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t proud of the weapon.
"Let’s see how fast you are," he finally said as he gripped the pole in both hands and dashed forward, swinging at the man and hoping that he would get out of the way in time. He hated when people went easy on him, so he wasn’t about to go easy on Gadolinite, either.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 8:43 am
He had the distinct impression that Jet wasn't entirely sure what to think of him, but Gadolinite didn't mind this. It was natural for him to be suspicious, or curious, or whatever it was that was going through his mind; but Gadolinite wasn't going to revolt or rebel.
Maybe Jet was just used to people not taking him seriously.
Gadolinite's grin stretched wider. "I don't mind," he said airily, which was perfectly true. "You are general, but I can't learn if you don't teach. I don't mind if it is intense. That is point of lesson, right?"
He knew his own magic had not done much, considering the difference in their ranks. Gadolinite's gaze flickered admiringly across the pole that appeared, eyes following along the edge of the blade; it looked unbelievably sharp, strangely fitting for the younger man.
"Fast is good," said Gadolinite with a hiss, and then he was leaping back to avoid the swing, hair cascading behind him in a sleek black river. He wasn't quite fast enough to avoid the entirety; the blade scraped across his upper arm, ripping a tear in the sleeve, a line of red appearing in its wake. Gadolinite stumbled and straightened almost immediately, his eyes glinting with satisfaction.
"See?" he said. "You are good."
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