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 Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2020 7:47 pm
He would probably be in trouble if he got caught doing this, but the last time he’d run into them had been so… Well, it was hard to be convinced this was as serious as he’d been told with just how bad they’d been. He expected it to be more like fights when his situation hadn’t been so… secure feeling. He’d gathered up his quota of energy and was carrying a dorky little gift bag he’d found for super cheap. He’d seriously considered stealing it because the books' price was frankly, highway robbery, but good lord they needed -help. He half suspected that they hadn’t as much destroyed their homeworld as that they had lot them because they couldn’t fight for s**t. He felt the right sort of ‘skin-crawling’ sensation, not too strong, and peered around for a glimpse of white, spotting the ‘newcomer’ from the last battle. Then he did what any ‘reasonable opponent’ would do to his yet to be declared nemesis, and chucked the bag with half a second behind warning of ‘Heads UP!”
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2020 3:26 pm
Qingcheng knew he shouldn’t be out alone, but he wanted to get more practice in. He wanted to be able to stop Nalanda from getting hurt, and he wanted to get better used to just…being a Cosmos page. Things felt different. He felt different. Stronger. More…alive.
Of course, what he should have been practicing was self awareness and the ability to sense auras, for the only indication that he had of not being alone was the shout. And of course he turned towards the sound and got a bag with something heavy in it right in his face.
He heard the sound of something cracking and when his the right lens of his glasses fell out, and was promptly crushed as the bag landed squarely on it, Qingcheng could have cried.
This pair was his only spare, and as his favorite pair of glasses had been broken by the punch to the face, this…
Was a blow that he wished he hadn’t had. Looking up, he wore an angry glare, and it felt…wrong somehow. He wasn’t used to such strong feelings of anger. “…What do you think you’re doing? Do you often throw heavy objects at people? Was it fun?”
There was a venom in the page’s voice, and it was almost something close to a growl.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2020 3:33 pm
“Oh, for god's sake.” The exasperated sound of the Negaverse Officer’s disappointment at actually smacking his ‘opponent’ in the face was profound and strangely real. Even his posture looked disappointed, slouched shoulders and head shaking. “I mean… there’s a lot more irony in what I was doing now. You could at least look in the bag before you snap at me… good god, it broke your… UUUGH.” he tipped his head back and groaned at the sky. “I got you a self-defense book.” He shrugged and sighed. “I actually thought you of the pair of you might catch that. There’s a copy for your Ponce friend too… probably good I didn’t give it to him. It’d probably have ended up with him AND the book in traffic or something. “
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2020 5:37 pm
A self-defense book. Was that some kind of a joke? “I’m afraid I don’t understand your reasoning.” Qingcheng said dryly, picking up the bag and his broken lens and sighing in frustration. When he looked into the bag however…it seemed that the lieutenant was telling the truth. For some reason. “…I don’t understand.”
He squinted at Parisite and shook his head, finally settling on closing the eye that was behind the now empty frames, not liking the world to be half blurred.
It gave him a headache.
“Is that…is this your idea of helping? Throwing defense books at people?” The page felt his anger growing ever more hotter and he began to go through his fighting skillset, his thoughts lingering on the idea of just punching this creeps nose into his skull.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2020 5:58 pm
He rolled his eyes and sighed. Ok… yes, he’d probably be upset if he got smacked in the face too, but it wasn’t like he’d really been trying to, not -really. “I did say head’s up…” he grumbled. “You could try reading it too, but maybe you and your buddy should start with like… throwing beanbags at each other.”
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2020 6:02 pm
“Perhaps I can simply find you a book on manners and after I’ve thrown it into your face, you’ll realize that it’s much better to simply say, hello! I’ve brought you a gift! I do hope that you accept it!” Qingcheng felt his hand curl into a fist and took a step towards Parisite. “Shall I demonstrate?”
There was a gleam in his eye and he crossed the distance between the two of them, holding the book out. “A gift for you.” The words were mocking, and he drew back his free hand and punched at the male’s gut as hard as he could.
As much as he wanted to go for the face, Qingcheng couldn’t…imagine actually breaking someone’s nose. Even though this creep obviously deserved it.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2020 6:27 pm
“Right… because that’s what everyone in life does. Hello, I have a stodgy accent, and I sip tea with my pinky out!” He said crinkling his nose, arching his eyebrows at the drawn back punch, and swung an arm to block the punch outward, taking a half step back to put himself more side on to the furious ‘knight.’ “I hate to think what you’d have done if I -had- brought you a coffee.” He said with a glance at the offending fist. “Whatever, you’re gonna get destroyed on the streets if this is how you fight!”
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2020 6:44 pm
Useless. Qingcheng was still utterly useless. He felt a stab of annoyance and scowled. “Perhaps if you would have brought coffee and acted like a civilized human being, we wouldn’t be fighting, now would we? You’re the one who keeps coming around and causing trouble, and I’m quite frankly sick of it, I hope you know.”
The fact that his punch hadn’t landed seemed to have drained the page of all willingness to fight though, and the taunt only made him feel like even more of a fool.
“I don’t. Understand you. And I don’t want to. Leave me alone. Leave us alone. Hang out somewhere else. Don’t bring us books to mock us. Don’t. Just. Don’t.”
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2020 6:51 pm
The officer scowled. <******** you too…” He said and legitimately flipped the bird at the offending page. “You’re not even trying, not that it’s shocking, you’re just like the rest of this damn world, only I keep getting told you’re not properly from it. Way to f—king integrate.” He huffed and backed up a few steps. “If I’d brought coffee, you’d probably say I poisoned it. The only poison here is YOU.”
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2020 7:01 pm
Qingcheng scoffed as the male made the rude hand gesture and shook his head. “Just get lost. You’re scum, and you must know it. You would be the sort to poison someone, even if only by accident. Though, I doubt it would be. You’re trash.”
The words were fierce and biting, and after a moment, the male felt guilty from saying them and simply turned away. “Get out of my sight. I don’t know if you wanted to try to be friends or what kind of game you’re playing, but I refuse to participate. Go bother someone who cares. Though I doubt someone like you would have anyone.”
He kept the books in his hand though, even though he wanted to simply drop them on the ground and walk off…that would be littering. And…and that was wrong.
…Besides. Maybe there would be something useful in the books. Maybe.
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2020 7:06 pm
“WHAT sight!?” He snapped over his shoulder. “You can’t even guard your glasses!” His hands were in fists as he moved on; he might be more aggressive gathering energy tonight. He wasn’t even sure why he’d tried. There was just something about the stupid ‘New Comer’ that made him want to try, no matter how short-lived that feeling had been. He was just one more ‘shining example’ of privilege in the world clearly. So sure they were right and perfect and that nothing could touch them. He could be invisible enough. He could…let them preen and primp in their white clothes while he did work. One day… one day he’d come back and surprise them. That’s what trash did… people always acted like it vanished bit it was there, and he’d be as sharp as broken glass. In the meantime… he could tell himself, he could pretend that it didn’t hurt to be seen so clearly, even in a strange uniform.
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