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 Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 10:38 am
Laocoon scoffed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. What was not clear about his introduction? He was a cavalier, not a Negaverse or a senshi. Duh. He decided to let her squint at him, definitely not about to elaborate any more than he already had (though he did spare a wary look in the direction of the pepper spray. Thankfully, that stayed where it was. Good.).
The cavalier’s nose scrunched at the mention of a meeting, wheels whizzing to life in his head as he tried to figure out what meeting she was talking about. He’d been to a few since he’d crossed over, though most of them had involved police movies and a rather unhealthy amount of Chinese food. No real work had been accomplished in those meetings no matter how much they tried. Laocoon blamed it all on Hector and his unfailing ability to start a fight over anything. Of course it was irrelevant that the green-haired teen continued the fight and made it worse, but there you have it. Life according to Laocoon.
But then there had been that official meeting, the one where everyone was trapped in Tartaros and he’d stood like a shadow next to his Prince’s Queen. He didn’t particularly want to think about that time so he pretended he didn’t have the slightest idea what she was talking about. Better to feign ignorance than have to relive pain. He was very pleased when the topic moved to food and he dipped his head. “A frostie would be a most amendable substitute.” Since she was powering down it was only polite that he do the same (not to mention the fact that he doubted Wendy’s would let him walk in the front door with a sword). Even so, he felt a little awkward returning to his much more normal form, and it showed when his cavalier uniform simply melted away into the rather boring attire of Johnny King. The teen in question pushed his glasses up his nose self-consciously and then stuff his hands in his pockets.
The question caught him entirely by surprised and he blinked, blue eyes widening in surprise. “I… yes. I do. Any mirror large enough to fit through. Why?” Had she met another Parallel senshi?
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 6:18 am
Laocoon, escapee from the Renaissance Faire, became a guy who looked to be only a year or two older than her. Being Kaatje, she looked to his clothes first--they weren't really anything to comment on, and if pressed she'd say he dressed like a guy who would rather be at a renaissance faire than talking to someone like her. Kaatje herself looked like--well, like a model from a high-end department store, even if she was dressed a little more warmly than the spring fashion would demand.
He confirmed what she had half-guessed, that he was part of that Black Moon court thing Ares had talked about before bolting; now she was starting to doubt her first impression of how the senshi of smoke had acted, like she was alone in the world. Could there really be more to the Black Moon--enough to qualify it as "plenty of numbers"? Two was not plenty, but then... plenty should be noticeable.
Gunn was no leader, and neither was Kaatje. Neither of them was particularly clever enough to be a leader, so she wasn't going to come up with a stance on this "other Court" business until she had more information. "Ares said it was a hallmark of the Black Moon court," she said, "that's all. And I was curious, because you're all in black and usually that means you're a Negaverser. I mean, from my experience. I thought she was corrupted at first." The reminder of the dark senshi who'd ******** her up so badly was especially annoying right then; she wanted to kick something, but that impulse was muscled down for later. "She's okay, though, don't you think? I would've gotten arrested except for her and then that'd be it, poof! Jail for life."
She started off towards Wendy's, hurriedly piling her red curls on top of her head and fixing them there with a tie. Almost burning down a park was sweaty work, she thought, and long hair didn't really help with it. This actually reminded her of the start of the battle, and she made a rather comical face at the thought. "Am I still the worst senshi partner ever," she asked, turning her blue eyes to meet his--blue eyes?
"Your eyes are a different color," she said, a little shrilly, "what the ******** ********?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 8:08 pm
It was closer than Kaatje thought. The merits of being at a renaissance faire, a nameless face in a crowd of people who wouldn't approach him unless he approached them, outweighed those of talking to a girl he'd just discovered were a senshi. But it was only just.
Johnny swallowed at the mention of Ares, half tempted to glance over his shoulder to make sure the senshi of smoke wasn't there. She certainly had been getting around though. Thankfully, judging by the way she was talking about his Parallel companion, it looked like Ares had made an ally, or at the very least had left a good impression. She had even, apparently, saved Gunn from jail. Score one for the Parallel Court. "She is correct in saying that. Only those of the Parallel Court can walk through mirrors and use them for communication. Black is our colour, which unfortunately corresponds with that of the Negaverse. There's some lore about it, but I don't want to bore you." It was as simple as being the black to this world's white, two sides of the same coin and all that, but Johnny wasn't super keen on discussing the history of his court even if this senshi had met Ares.
Instead, he followed her like a green-haired shadow, letting her to all of the talking. At her question he shrugged, opening his mouth to reply when she suddenly seemed to notice his eye colour. Though he had no doubt that some people had noticed it before, nobody had reacted quite so… loudly to it. "They do that when you have two souls in the same body," he responded dryly, trying not to look too unimpressed. "And no. Not currently, anyways. Your ability to use fire is rather admirable."
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 10:51 pm
Kaatje nodded, storing that away. Couldn't Negaversers teleport, too? The corrupted senshi she'd met had disappeared with a pop of compressed air... It had been a little unnerving, truthfully. "You can tell me about it later," she said; the tone in her voice said she expected the explanation to be good.
"What the ********, you can explain that later, too, I am going to have a salad and I am not going to think about multiple personalities in one head anyway." She shoved her hands deep into her pockets and stalked, speeding up a little bit because damnit this was so damn weird. Was Ares also a product of two souls? Kaatje couldn't be--she had blue eyes as a senshi and as a civilian.
Wait. What if her "senshi" soul had blue eyes, too? This was getting way too complicated. She really had to stop thinking about it.
So she did, at least for then. "Is it? Ask me about my rap sheet. Go on. Do it." She was smiling, but it was a wry, irritated kind of smile. "Tell me you haven't heard of the arsonist senshi, blowing up ferryboats and setting convenience stores on fire."
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 8:47 pm
The explanation would be better than good. Laocoon had tons of stories up his sleeve about trying to fit through mirrors that were not nearly wide enough for a cavalier of his size. Hector always laughed at him. Laocoon didn't find it funny at all.
"We're not—nevermind." Johnny shook his head, deciding it was better if he didn't explain it. They weren't really two people, not in the sense that when one was out the other went to sleep and he had giant memory losses when Laocoon was out. The green-haired teen liked to think that they were similar enough to have been the same person had their situations been the same. That was the only thing that made them different, really. Same nature, different nurture. Over time, Johnny had come to realize that they were becoming the same person, and while minute differences existed in the way they carried themselves they were ultimately merging together. He wasn't entirely sure how good this was.
He was pleased when the subject turned to her rap sheet and away from his unique situation. With a small snort, he raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't generally read the kind of tripe posted by ignorant reporters who don't understand the gravity of the situation at hand. However, if you are an arsonist, I would at least like to think you do it in the name of justice. Unless you intend to prove me wrong, of course."
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 6:25 am
It was never minded. She fluffed up her ember-red curls, held open the door to the Wendy's. "No," she said, "I always regret it later." And she'd donated most of that month's allowance to the Destiny City Firefighter's Association, or whatever; it was going to be the start of a pattern, so she hoped.
Once they had obtained snacks--a frosty for him and a salad for her--she hung around for just a moment. Then, "I was supposed to be home an hour ago. See you, Laocoon." She tossed the salad on her way out, and ran the rest of the way home.
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