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 Posted: Fri May 27, 2022 12:42 am
Sparta patrolled alone sometimes. Schedules didn't align or he just needed to move and think. Look, he got it. He wasn't a very 'deep thinker' but he had his own demons, you know? Whether he was good enough, what to do with this life, how utterly pathetic he was as a knight - not even a knight, a page after... how many years now? Only done a little with it, and that wasn't all that great, if he was being honest.
It didn't help he kept finding himself fighting everyone more powerful than he was.
A death wish, probably.
But, like, he helped when that general was going after a knight and those chaos senshi got all attacked! And those aliens? He coulda died fighting that General, but he didn't! He was fine! Not traumatized at all!
"Positive thoughts Sparta, positive thoughts!" he said, smacking his cheeks. Which was hard to do with the helmet. Bah. Everything would be fine. Everything would be fine! He just had to stay positive and stay---
Smack
--- aware.
Sparta blinked at the absolutely giant mass of hair he'd just run into, and then shivered as the aura of the man in front of him washed over him. How... how had he not noticed that aura?
s**t, what was that about him always encountering people more powerful than him?
"... s**t, sorry, man pleasedon'tkillme..." he said. The mild terror in his voice was not a good sign...
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2022 1:02 am
*My Sandwich!!!* - bereft, forlorn, his sweet dinner-time treat was a soured mess on the ground. Albite turned on the — cosplayer? With murder in his eyes - except the ******** was eye level so he couldn’t even look down on him!!
“You— “ hissed as the ink that ran flush over his skin roiled with pent magic, the way the markings seemed to shift in agitation - as if they were ready to come alive,“— are buying me new food, or else.”
“It’s only just - and fair — and — I’m sorry but what the hell are you? Not that the outfit isn’t cool - I dig the freeballing, but c’mon! It’s kinda late for Ren-fair-con-history themed whatever’s…..“ a wave of hands as if to ask ‘what’s this’, all the random armor wearing whatever’s stepping all over his hair and into him; straight up murdering his food. He could’ve sighed as easily as grit his teeth for how he’d been told ten thousand times to cut his hair or tie it up while out and about; but it had cool jangly bits now! N he wasn’t about to lob it all off every damn time.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2022 1:17 am
The tattoos shifted and warped with magic.
Holy s**t the man's tattoos moved.
Sparta stared at him, blue eyes blinking several times as the... senshi? admonished him about making him drop his sandwich. And there was a lot of senshi to look at. Sparta was used to being the tallest, or near tallest one in the room. He was not used to seeing men at eye level of all things. Especially not built men.
With his whole.... everything just out in the open for anyone to see.
s**t he was hot--- SPARTA PLEASE.
Sparta blinked as the senshi gestured at, well, all of him and looked down at his get up. Hey now, he had shorts under the tari alright! Just not very long ones...
"I could ask you the same, Mr. I'm Just Here With Half My Incredibly Hot Chest Out For Anyone To Gaze At. I'm a page of Sparta-- Mars. Page of Mars. Sparta is my name. Sorry 'bout your sandwich dude," he said, glancing to the mangled remains of what had to have been dinner on the ground. Yeah, okay, buying him new food was a valid punishment for making him drop it.
"And uh, yeh. Fair's fair. I'll get ya dinner." Wait no. Not like that! No. He was just replacing what he'd broken! That was it!
He was going to hell wasn't he?
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2022 1:38 pm
Albite was the picture of a Windows 95 loading screen, bouncing beach ball of death and all. The lights were on - clearly - blindingly so even! It was just that the tiny mental occupants were busy putting out their own erupting mind-fires in searching for answers to that very interesting introduction!
"You murdered my very, very, innocent sandwhich....so you could ask me out on a date?" spiced mayo, sauerkraut, rye, three entirely different types of meat and two herbed cheeses sacrificed all because he was cursed by Chaos to be Eternal Eye-candy!
Of course that realization was short lived as his last meals lifespan had been - cause he was suddenly also wrapping his brain around the idea that the man before him was a 'page'; so essentially a Knight with a lowercase K? He squinted at the (now that he was looking, ******** obvious!) aura, hummed slowly and stroked a beard he didn't yet have; caught ideas about 'From Mars' and 'Sparta' -- "One, I accept. Naturally. The compliments and the date. Cause, fairs fair. N two? You mean like - 'Mars-Mars', yeh? The planet, the place, the big red ball-o-dust just about - uhhm, uptherish?" the sky was vast, but he was sure if he pointed in a direction; Mars was somewhere near enough to be maybe accurate.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2022 5:12 pm
"What?! No no I didn't--- I ran into you on accident! I just owe you food now!" he said, raising his hands in a sort of surrendering motion. What the hell man! He was gay, yes, but he was taken! He was just keeping his side of the altercation! God why was it always the hot ones that got him all tied up in knots...
"I mean, my power comes from Mars yeah, but like.... I was born here?" he said, raising a brow at the senshi. For being consumed by Chaos, he was rather civil. Maybe it was a senshi thing? Though the hole in his chest was... unsettling. It looked good, don't get him wrong, but it was... weird. Very weird.
"Oh, and uh, whacha wanna eat?" asked Sparta, eyeing the senshi. Again. Did he have to have his whole a** chest out like that?
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2022 5:39 pm
“Yeah, yeah - everyone’s from ‘Earth’, but not everyone has an all access pass to space travel my friend - n you? That’s not some dinky little moon your five star namesakes tethered to, it’s a whole a** planet! C’mon be a little enthused about your….thisness…heh, your choice! Especially since, if you were really flying the Earths flag? You’d be like me.” grand pause and gesture for the whole of himself, he caught that look like a physical thing - a touch - and he smiled for the way it lingered over the obvious cracks in his armor; hard won, by his own assumption. The price a person paid for a different sort of power, because nothing in the whole of the universe was ever given free and clear.
Even descendants and starseed birthrights had costly ties; inherited debts to be paid in one life or the next. As far as he knew it was only Metallia who gave out come-ups to those with neither. People who had no stake in the game, but wanted to make a change badly enough, that they were willing to give everything to do it; even when it wasn’t their obligation to do so.
Ah well, it didn’t matter so much as eats - he waved off the others stammering; finally pulled his favorite cowry shell sash outta subspace to do his dreads up right.
“I’ve got an idea for a place —- question is, do you trust me to get us there?” In for a pinch, in for a pound, and Albite was throwing challenges tapered with slim smirks and warm hued eyes, while simultaneously offering up his hand.
“This is a ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ kinda deal - my eats, your treat; no surprises or shenanigans. Just a good time.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2022 10:30 pm
"I mean I've only been once! And I was sorta forced? Kinda. Like it sorta went "oi get up here" and I went "ok beam me up scotty" and then there was sand. A lot of sand." he said with a huff and crossed his arms. The breastplate dug into his armpits when he did, but he wasn't about to show that discomfort on his face to this corrupt senshi. "At least my soul is stuck nicely in my chest! Yours is practically falling out of your tits!"
Sparta pointed at the hole in Albite's chest, accidently actually touching the man and the edges of the hole. God that was ******** weird! Why did he have a hole in his chest and it wasn't bleeding? How the ******** did that work?
Sparta, why are you questioning how corrupt senshi exist good grief get a hold of yourself!
At the question Sparta frowned, staring at the hand in thought. "... If you'd wanted to kill me or drag me to your mistress, you would have already," he said, blue eyes flicking back to Albite's. He really was rather civil for an eternal corrupt senshi.
Maybe, just maybe, not everyone on the side of Chaos were murderous, conniving assholes. Just the ones that Sparta enviably fought when pressed.
Sparta took the hand offered. "I trust you to not do anything nefarious while you're still out a sandwich. I fully expect that to change once you've eaten," he said, a challenging grin splitting his face. This was incredibly stupid, but Sparta was the walking definition of a 'stupid idea' (much to Ezra's chagrin half the time) so really, what did he expect himself to do when offered the hand of a ridiculously handsome man, who happened to be one of his like, greatest enemies?
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2022 11:34 pm
"Next time you're up there? Ask your planet to show you a better time, less sand, more past-lives," and now there was a touch -- the barest brush of Order-aura and warmth ghosting the sensitive not-flesh. It all felt so akin to slipping down a thousand plastic-tube slides; until the clinging static built and crackled hard enough that he flinched from it, eyes wide, grin feral.
Albite reached to take the wrist of that same hand, the one the sweet Page stared so hard at. Like it'd betrayed him--maybe it had? The same way his eyes had, his words..
So he was staring at my tits! Knew it~
Albite got no end of joy outta the idea, indulged it with an easy shrug and tug on the built mans form.
"Deal -- better yet? I'll leave it up to you whether any nefarities happen once I'm fed. Cause really, man, if I wanted to do any of those things? I'd probably still ask your permission first," he liked his 'chaos-infusing' consensual, n his murdering to feel at least a little earned. He wasn't the sort to start a fight with someone so un-interested in throwing down n dirty right there in the street! Though he did prefer the term 'induction' to corruption, but at this point, if chaos was the common label of the flavor? Much like Rocky road or mint chocolate chip? Who was he to harp on about changing it.
"Now lets go."
Pulled through the void without another second of hesitation to Albites choice of food-stop destination.
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