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 Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 9:46 am
Despite being flustered, which Ladon was surprised he for once wasn't the one, Zac still answered. Not only that, but he was more specific and detailed than Ladon would have thought. He had believed that Zac would try to dodge more and it was either that Zac was more comfortable talking about these sort of things than Ladon was, which hardly seemed the case with how flustered he was, or that he wanted specifics in return. The last one made Ladon swallow as he had been hoping to dodge some questions – which all related to his personal life. Things that he didn't discuss with anyone – which probably was the reason why he was looking up books now.
Before Ladon could take advantage and go for another question, Zac went for his pay by asking his. Two, and ones he was obligated to answer with some specifics. Not only was the last one hard to answer, but the first one was a very touchy subject and made him drop his gaze a moment.
"Tate and I don't see each other anymore." He wasn't sure how much Zac knew considering that both Ladon and Wolframite tied to keep as little about what he and Tate didn't and did have from anyone. "Once she graduated, we sort of fell apart. She's grown up and moved on, and I ..I couldn't just keep following her as best I could. She really didn't want much aside from a friend anyways, and I'm sure someone much older would appreciate her more." He lied at this last part, and looked to the side. "Neither part of me is seeing her." Not Ladon or Wolframite, which left him back to no friends. He still missed her at times. Deeply.
At the other question, he felt his face warm, and while he was confused about Billy, the boy still made him want to smile. In any other company, he might have, and it was hard not to but with the current situation, he just couldn't do it. Not when he found out about him and Paris."I meet someone new recently. We've only been on two dates, but I feel it could be very serious. It's just, well, there was a big fight between - uh, this person and my friend and now I'm sort of stalled on what to do. I feel this could be serious with - this new person - but I might have to choose my best friend over them. It doesn't help that this new person has some things I just found out about them that aren't...very pleasant." It was too confusing and upsetting to think about.
He looked back up. "That was two questions. Now – what task?" It might cost him dearly, but he was more than hooked now on knowing more. Information was very addictive.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 10:00 am
"Everyone has some skeleton in their closet...that's the way of things." He said with a small shrug. He wasn't ready to weigh in on what Ladon should chose for relations, he was hardly an expert on such matters.
"There is a senshi I want to corrupt." He said with startling forthrightness
"Specifically... Sailor Lyra, she's confused, searching for where she belongs, her powers would be useful even though she's only Super, easy to underestimate as well. Sheelite has declared her his nemesis, ironically she saved his life..." He waved a hand casually though his eyes spoke volumes to the contrary.
"Personal information of this person whom has you so flustered... one question, elaborate answer... your turn."
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 10:25 am
Corrupting a senshi was a big deal that no one would brush off easily. It was not only a huge asset to them on the Negaverse side, as fighitn magic with magic was always a good thing, but because it wasn't an everyday occurrence to try and win over a senshi to their side. He had tried. He sometimes threw the offer out, not only to senshi, but to a guardian cat once. It also meant major points for the negaversers involved in such a process. While it would be a plus for Z, Scheelite was against it despite any previous life-saving situations that might have happened. This seemed to be the main thing that made Scheelite not want to bother with Z, along with lack of attention and a rocky relationship between them – which was either friendship now or some strange in-between that wasn't here or there. Ladon wasn't the only one in murky waters when it came to romance, and he felt a slight relief that he wasn't the only one dealing with complex relationships.
In this back and forth fashion, it was his turn, and it wasn't one where he got o move on to another subject. Zac was staying on the one he was being vague about, and it was the one that Ladon was clearly avoiding. One that he hadn't admitted to anyone. The only people who knew so far were Paris, and that was by accident!
Clearly uncomfortable and more than embarrassed, Ladon looked down, then to the bookshelves, unable to look at the boy across from him. Really, it shouldn't be too hard seeing as Zac, who was one with Demy, were sort of on another team together now. Right?
"Well……….this person goes to your school. I don't know if you…know them." That in itself said he was a boy, but if Zac wanted personal information, Ladon could give what little he knew about Billy. "…..artist……in Hillworth for bad behavior. Uh….gray hair…pink eyes…usually dressed up……" Oh geez! This was horrid. He didn't WANT to say who he was out with, and his mouth had gone dry. He wanted to dump his head under a sink at this boy he was so warm. "….name's Billy Roadinger." Was that specific enough? Well, Zac wasn't getting anything else!
He had to wait a moment to collect himself, and he still wasn't looking at the guy. At the moment, he was feeling rather vindictive in wanting to return the embarrassment. "So because of his, Demy isn't talking with you and he decided that you weren't important enough to him now because of this decision to be someone he can talk to? When you said you couldn't give him the attention, does it mean you just don't love each other anymore? You two are just friends? Over? Not even another chance?" He didn't know if it just didn't work out and now that Demy saw he wasn't with Zac anymore, he saw no reason to talk to him. He did leave school and wasn't answering Zac's messages. It seemed like a really bad, break-up.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 10:37 am
Zac's eyes narrowed to dangerous slits of lavender tinted blue when the question turned to second chances.
"He dropped out of school and left only a -note-... he vanished off the face of the planet and didn't even do -that-... he's started -smoking- as well." He said in low even tones that suggested each and every one of these were grave offenses. "We fought and broke up once before... just before that...sleeping sickness... any third chances will be dealt with on a case by case basis assessing the potential physical and emotional damage to all parties based on past events rather than any lingering feelings I or he might or might not have for each other." He said coldly.
Ultimately... it was a yes, he did care... he thought the break up would help, in some ways it did but in others...
His fingers had sunk into the arms of the chairs with white knuckle force as well. He knew what he'd agreed to as well... what on some ridiculous level he had hoped might salvage things between them but in the end he just felt... foolish and like he'd over stepped.
His cheeks turned red again and he looked away, he didn't feel like asking another question.
"I think we're done...." He said suddenly and stood. "It remains to be seen if I will be around to give any third chances after all." He said casting an icy look out over the stacks and rows of books. "... I've passed my deadline due to the necessity of...other duties taking priority. It would be foolish to assume there wasn't a consequence to that."
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 10:46 am
The anger and bitterness made Ladon instantly regret his questions, and he looked down, feeling bad for the situation that he barely understood. It seemed that there was a long history between them and one he should know and probably wouldn't fully understand as a person looking in. Not only that, but he felt he might had stabbed at a tender spot that could leave a bit of strain between his and Zac's rather odd friendship. As it was, it was a good idea to stop here. They knew much more, and there seemed to be a clear cost to it.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." He said, and sighed, looking down. "I just knew that, whenever he talked about you, he brightened up and couldn't stop. He was cheerful and bouncy, more than he usually was." He looked up. "I miss seeing him like that. I just don't want to see him do something stupid and get hurt. As a friend and teammate. I don't know enough about him to know these things. That's clear enough. I just hope that, if he comes to anyone, he might come to you." He breathed out, slowly standing up.
"I know you talk business, but see it this way. One less from us is one more for them. But, not as business, he's still your friend even if he's acting off. He's just confused. " Or so he had seen when he talked to Scheelite on the rooftops. "Sorry for jabbing. I probably don't know what I'm talking about." He stepped away, and looked back. "Good luck at your task. I hope it goes well for you."
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 10:51 am
Zac rubbed at the corners of his eyes, furious, he told himself that was all, but even Ladon would have a hard time missing the dampness there that he was trying to deny.
Zac Bantock... did not cry. Zinkenite -never- would...
"... I don't want to see him hurt either." He said, his voice almost a whisper. "I..."
He started and then turned again stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"...I.. have work to do..." he said and moved on, never once lifting his eyes from the ground.
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