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 Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 3:39 pm
"Kill, then dismember, then bury or dump," said Wiseman to the sky. "Large chunks float to the surface, or dogs pick them up. Dogs are persistent little buggers. Incineration's ideal, but where are you going to get that?" He laughed. "You don't need my publicity, sweetheart. An organ ring? The Zodiacs? Poor people and prostitutes, honey, learn from CrimeLibrary. Pick people nobody gives a s**t about and nobody will give a s**t about them -- oh, and don't thank me. It doesn't do me any favors for you kids to advertise."
He rested his arm on the decomposing back of the armchair and regarded the bodies at his feet, none of whom appeared to be poor people or prostitutes. "Do as I say, not as I do," he said with a wink. "So. Your question. Well, what is it that you," he drew out the u, "want with starseeds?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 3:55 pm
Linarite was impressed by the kid's balls. This man was at least as magically terrifying as Charonite was physically intimidating, but he was just coolly fielding the sarcastic wit like it was nothing more than a game of tennis. The captain tended to view things in more strategic terms, like moving the topic along a board. Or at least, trying to sink the conversational battleship. She very much enjoyed Battleship.
This question was not addressed to anyone in particular, so Lina took the initiative herself and licked her lips to clear her dry throat before speaking. "I guess the simple answer is that we're told to get them, so we do. But that's not exactly the right answer." Eying the pile, she looked back up into those unsettlingly light-blue eyes and frowned almost thoughtfully. "Have you ever eaten one? That's the real way to get the point of a star seed really quick, if you're really careful. You can just do more. I assume that's the true goal, is to gather enough seeds to feed into the queen and give her enough power to take control. Certainly enough power to obliterate the senshi, or turn them to our side." Conversion or destruction, they were really the only options when fighting an almost religious war. History told those tales, she didn't have to elaborate.
"The real answer then - we need them to change the world. Isn't there part of the world you'd like to change, a new way of life?" Through the whole speech, Linarite had tried to not fidget like she did whenever the center of attention. She liked to be the one in the shadows, slowly drawing the strings. Knowledge wasn't uncomfortable to her. Sharing it was, at least in such a public manner. Her hands, however, had betrayed her while the staff shifted back and forth slowly. Did he make her nervous? Definitely. Scared? Probably. But she was determined to learn something to give them the edge, something that she could lord over goddamn Nealite's head the next time they met.
If she had to play word games with the goddamn Cheshire Cat, she'd do it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 5:48 pm
Schee was not good at word games, or strategy, or thinking in general. Schee -was- good at blurting out the worst things at the worst possible moment. In this case, he had managed to pick up on Lina's mentioning of the consumption of star seeds, and -that- was a topic worthy of pulling him right out of his humming and off into a ramble.
"Oh! OH OH OH! I have! Caaaaap! CAP pick me!"
A gloved hand was waving frantically in the hair, much like a student would do to gain the teacher's attention. Hell he was even fidgeting back and forth as he continued to wave.
"It's like...AWESOME and you get this huuuuge rush of energy and like...I guess it's kinda like drinking a s**t ton of energy drinks and then downing like a hundred pixie stixs right after. You feel on top of the world man, on top of the frickin world. But doing it too often is baaaaad news. Zink said I can't do it anymore because I was too hyper. Booooring...."
Satisfied he had gotten a word in on a subject he -thought- he knew a lot about, Scheelite shut his mouth and simply grinned at Linarite and Wiseman.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 6:03 pm
Paragonite was contentedly listening in on the entire conversation when her attention was drawn to the, formerly disinterested, Scheelite. He vomited the words out with such emphasis and enthusiasm that it was impossible to ignore. As the boy bounced around like he was standing barefoot on a hot-tin roof, she felt the childlike urge to crack the blond right about his shoulder.
It was something she'd done in school to those children who never knew when to shut up. It was a fairly effective way of getting them to shut up. This didn't seem like the time, or the place for that sort of reaction though, so as much as she'd have loved to, she refrained on her urges once more.
Least he had shut up, though his preening made him look like an idiot. She sighed inwardly, placing her forehead in her hand.
Between blondie and the lunatic, it was going to be a long evening. She peered up from her hand, throwing a sorted look of 'dear god' towards Linarite. What had she gotten herself into.
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 6:43 pm
Zinkenite, was not a coward, at least he was by no means under the opinion he was. He did not believe in running away... only 'strategic retreat for further information procurement'. In short... discretion was the better part of valor.
Scheelite he was accustomed to having NO discretion at all, And he earned a sharp "Hiss" of vexation and a nudge in the ribs.
"Scheelite..." which more or less meant 'stop it your embarrassing me almost as much as a PDA.
Wolframite, was still new territory. And while he cast a side long look at the -slightly- taller boy he did nothing else.
It would give him more information about all parties involved he thought, to see how they reacted, let wolfram read the look as he would. The only question would be, did he have accurate information and would it be of any use.
"If we are not beating about the bush sir, I... wonder at least a little if you are truly concerned with people finding the bodies at all when, it would appear at least that you are very capable of 'taking care of yourself'.. would it be utterly impolitic to ask if the disposal of the bodies is... more a nod to the truce between our two parties than from any necessity of your own?" He tilted his head slightly, he'd fallen of course out of 'casual speech' and into that sort of tense banter that so often got him into trouble with "The monosyllabic" as he perhaps unfairly called them.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 2:48 pm
Wiseman's gaze settled on Zinkenite around the time that Big Joe Turner's voice died away on the radio, replaced by Lena Horne: don't know why there's no sun up in the sky, stormy weather, since my man and I ain't together. "Lieutenant Zinkenite," he said, like he was memorizing it too. "Not impolitic at all, my dear boy -- a question, I love questions!" He clapped his hands together (probably to demonstrate his love for questions). "It's good to know when the things you do go appreciated. You know, it's funny, I hear your General-King doesn't like me very much," he made a sad face, which was less convincingly sad than it was the physical embodiment of the emoticon " sad ", "but I go to such lengths to make his life a little easier. What am I doing wrong?"
He resettled himself a little more diagonally and kicked his feet up on the arm of the chair. A blackened piece of upholstery fell off. "Such lengths," he said, apparently uninterested in answering his own rhetorical question. "I hide my bodies, I cover my tracks, I go and look at alien trees," he was counting these off on his fingers, "I misuse Princesses -- and where are my thanks?"
This question he tilted his head back at like he was doing a lot of pondering. Finally he concluded, "It must be his time of the month."
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 10:53 am
Through the budding headache the man's power signature was giving the poor captain, Linarite still laughed at the comical monologue coming from the self-proclaimed wizard. "I think you're doing something right if he doesn't like you, certainly he's only gotten more aggressive the longer I've been around. Maybe we can chip in for a fruit basket?" Misusing princesses? Which princesses? As far as Lina was aware, there was only a singular princess in existence around Destiny City and it was their target. She decided to broach the target.
"You wouldn't have happened to misuse a specific princess lately, would you? Green hair, calls herself Chronos?" Well, she should have called herself that really, as it was her name and it didn't seem like this was any pretender. But you never knew, there might have been more than one green-haired princess about. Desperately though, she hoped not. But perhaps this strange, scary man might be of use to her in the end, if he could stop making odd references long enough. Lina desperately hoped he could. The others were growing restless, noted by Paragonite's idle gesturing of her weapon. Captain though she might be, the girl wasn't quite confident in her ability to beat down anyone who might resist her orders to sit down and shut up.
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 9:33 pm
((forgive me, I had been waiting to see if MK wanted Wolframite to do anything, but figured at this point a post couldn't hurt, just to get things going again <3
Cue Schee being a general annoyance, go go go!))
Scheelite was being ignored.
...Well okay. Minus the bit about Zinkenite trying desperately to get him to shut up he was being ignored. This was unacceptable. -Completely- unacceptable. Scheelite was awesome and all this talking seemed boring and really he was just losing focus.
This was a very dangerous thing.
Reassuring his partner that everything was a-okay with a a pat to his adorable little head, the blonde broke free of the little group and boldly strolled forward.
"Pshhh, don't worry about boss-man not liking you. He doesn't like many people! I mean, he thinks I'm a '******** failure'."
Yes, he had to use the air quotes to fully get this out. That and wild hand gestures and an over-abundance of facial expressions.
"Yeah, -me-, a failure. Can you believe that? Sheesh, the guy sure is harsh, but once you get past his tough exterior there's.............well okay the middle isn't so sugary sweet either. Actually...it's pretty tough in there too. Hrm..."
For a blissful moment he was silent, hand at his chin as he tried to ponder over this. What exactly -was- Charonite like? Clearly not candy, since candy had a sweet interior. Maybe some kind of..exotic nut or something.
Yes...because calling your General King 'nuts' was a good way to start off one's career.
Before his partner could really react and drag him back, Scheelite was on the move again. He didn't really go closer to the mysterious individual, but he wasn't going to stop and stand still either.
"Anyways, you'll get along with him -great- so long as you don't expect a lot of praise because man he sureee is sparing with that...and yeah, any word on princess girl? Haven't seen her myself but I guess that's part of the game. You know, finding her and all..."
For a moment he waved a hand in the air, and it seemed maybe, just maybe someone would get a chance to tackle him down and shut him up.
And then he moved again, this time taking rather determined steps to within just a few feet of Wiseman's seat. From there he held out one hand, a blue glowstick held within.
"Here man, it kinda goes with that whole eye trick you had going on earlier. Dude, how do you do it? People say I have glowstick eyes but no luck on them actually glowing...that'd be so awesome."
In Scheelite's eyes it was a peace offering. Likely by now his team would want to kill him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 10:09 pm
Paragonite wondered how long she could keep her mouth shut as Scheelite continued to babble at a mile a minute. '******** failure'? Yeah she could totally see that. Sighing rather loudly, and particularly irritably, she placed both her hands at her hips.
The few moments he gave of silence were blissful, and had she known what Demy was thinking of comparing their General-King to, she likely would have keeled over from the sheer 'audacity' (in her world) of it all.
Then he started talking again, something about glow sticks and eyes and, was he handing the creepy guy a glow stick? Seriously? What the hell was wrong with this kid? Digging her fingers into where they rested at her hips, she took a deep breath.
With that, the image of his head meeting her baton played over and over in her mind. A smirk crossed her face and she was more than content to let that satiate her desire to batter her energetic and less than enigmatic teammate. Audrey was cool and all, but as Linarite, she likely wouldn't stand for that.
Not right then and there anyways. Maybe someday when she wasn't looking.
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 10:10 pm
"SCHEELITE" Zink snapped in much more audible alarm. His eyes wide and his body for a moment utterly RIDGED with alarm for a moment as he totted between pulling Scheelite back and putting himself closer to "obliteration territory"
Of course his concern for Scheelite had NOTHING to do with his own feelings towards the taller Lieutenant. At all... period.
He chose to risk it, reaching to snag Scheelite's arm and pull him back.
"I'm quite sure he appreciates the offer, but you MAY recall those words I mentioned? Personal...space?"
He said trying to pull him back.
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 10:39 pm
((I thought it was Coda’s turn since Wiseman is being addressed. My bad.))
Wiseman didn’t seem to know how to make up his mind. While he wanted to get straight to the point by making them skip the theatrics and compliments, he complained about not getting this pat on the back by Charonite. If Charonite wasn’t giving his own team that much, he doubted he would give someone who appeared out of the neon-glowing-blue a big thumbs up either. In fact, he made it very clear that he was trying to bait them in that self-musing voice, waiting for someone to bite on the hook and finally ask.
Wolframite was prepared to make that point when Wiseman made a very crude joke, and to his shock and surprise, he was caught off guard and sputtered a quick, choking laugh that stifled somewhere between his throat and his mouth, daring itself to escape. Quick to flush, he looked to the side and then rolled his eyes up to the sky as if nothing had happened, before looking at the bow on his sleeve like it was a recent discovery.
It was a good thing other members of his team were more distracting, and while Linarite stepped in to ask what Wiseman meant, Scheelite more or less leaped out to ramble on with his own brand of chit-chat and offered one of the many glowsticks he carried around. For a man who could make objects float and turn on the radio without getting up, he doubted the little tube of bright light would be that fascinating, but at least it took the attention away from him. As it was, the only person who hardly said anything at all was Paragonite, who was either very smart or just too bored to talk. She seemed more interested with inspecting her baton and probably wondering when training was actually going to start.
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 1:44 pm
Wiseman looked charmed. Wiseman took the glowstick: the bandages on his hand brushed Schee's fingers, briefly, and Schee did not promptly turn to stone, which from everyone's gaping looks seemed to be the worry. Apparently Scheelite had done something right, as the wizard didn't thereupon snap his fingers and incinerate him either, or whatever else it was wizards did when they were angry. Charonite had never given them any training on the matter. The closest any of them had to training on wizards was when the Harry Potter movies reran on TV. Somehow this didn't seem like very good advice.
"Oh, look," he said. "My favorite color! You do like me." He tossed the glowstick up in the air and it stayed there, floating, in front of him. "You're Lieutenant Scheelite? I like you. Your team does not appreciate you by half. Is somebody writing this down? 'Lieutenant Scheelite's team does not appreciate him by half.' Excellent." No one had written anything down. "I love it when people follow directions."
The glowstick was spinning in a lazy circle now. He gestured and it turned on one tip like a pen and wrote something in the air. "Princess Chronos, yes, that rings a bell," he acknowledged. The glowstick wrote invisibly: Princess Chronos, then underlined it, Princess Chronos, like it was on an invisible blackboard. He had the air of a teacher giving a pop quiz. More specifically, he had the air of someone on the verge of being helpful if they played along.
"Now who can tell me what her Crystal is and what it does, to your knowledge?" He rattled a few starseeds around in his hand. "Winner gets candy."
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 9:52 pm
Now that was decidedly untrue. She appreciated him at least by half, at least three-fourths. There was perhaps some interesting fraction, perhaps seventy-three one-hundredths was a better one, though with Scheelite it was more like non-linear algebra. The question on the tail-end of this statement, however, threw things back into perspective for the captain. Audrey had been at Barren Pines, had been there when everything had backfired horribly and fallen apart. When the dead had walked and the grounds had burned. Hell, she was in therapy for it!
Lips tightening, one gloved hand started to twirl into blue curls, a nervous habit. The memory was not a good one, though any other thought of Barren Pines brought an almost euphoric state to the girl. "To my knowledge, her crystal is a giant pain in the a**. It brings her senshi back from even death, as long as there's a star seed." Charonite's fury had been great when he'd realized that the princess had returned. "Amplifies their power, otherwise they wouldn't have broken the bubble over the school. Though unsure, I would think it is her star seed?" They'd been told many times that a person's power was in their seed, which is why lieutenants had to be fed corruption straight into the thing. It was painful as hell, and not even remotely pleasant.
"Do I get the candy?" One eyebrow rose, though her fingers still nervously twitched into her hair. This felt far too much like school, in a subject that was grossly advanced past her comprehension. Not at all pleasant.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 7:50 am
Score one for glowsticks!
No, he hadn't turned to stone or been incinerated or even punched. The offering was taken (much to the delight of the young lieutenant), and look! The strange wizard even liked him. Clearly this was a good thing yes? It had to be, it just -had- to be.
Though in Scheelite's mind it was obvious he would be liked. Afterall he was awesome right? The comment about his team not appreciating him by half earned an eyebrow raise before he turned to beam at the others. That's right, you guys better appreciate him! The Wiseman seemed to think it was a good idea, and if he was 'wise'man then well..
The hand around his arm jerked him out of his thoughts, and though he let out a startled sort of noise he did in fact move to follow Zink.
"Awww, but Zink! He likes me!"
Scheelite pouted slightly, but still did what a good minion did and moved back with his partner. At least he still had a good view of the floating glowstick (s**t, -that- was another cool trick!). And as much as he wanted candy, he had absolutely no idea what they were talking about. Boo, it looked like Lina would win this round.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 4:10 pm
The man flicked one starseed in Linarite's direction. It traveled a lazy underhand arc and landed, squarely, in her cupped hands. "Good answer," he said, "though not A+, I'm afraid." He had a new smile on his face. "Can anyone tell me more about the Opal Crystal?"
Which body had supplied this starseed? One of the joggers? The red-haired boy? (The empty stroller?) Or was it any of them at all? In the past several months, accidents, fatal muggings and heart attacks had been on the rise in Destiny City. But most of all, disappearances. Disappearances had skyrocketed. The people piled at the man's feet had, most certainly, disappeared.
"I'll give you a hint," he said. "It's not her starseed."
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