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 Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 8:38 am
Before he could react to the new presence that had joined them, or even to the thought of a hand being thrust into his chest (there was a hand in his chest), he was reacting to pain unlike any he had ever felt before. He had broken his arm once when he was five. He had nearly drowned when he was twelve. This... This was both of those rolled into one and more. This was fire in his veins. This was acid eating his skin. This was the hollow, dark emptiness that haunted his nightmares filling the gaping hole in his chest left behind by all those who had abandoned him.
This was the end. This was it.
Abandon all hope.
He had no time to think about fighting it, no time to contemplate accepting it. He was almost convinced that he was drowning again, unable to find his breath as he collapsed to the cold, stone floor the moment Marthozite's hand withdrew from his chest... And then he started choking as if somehow he would be able to cough up whatever blackness it was that he was drowning in. He coughed until he choked, tears stinging his eyes as his hands curled into fists. He had to make it back. He had to fight. He had to...
You can't fight what's already been done.
He fell still, painfully so, slowing his breathing until it didn't hurt too much anymore to inhale or exhale. When he finally opened his eyes it was to seeing a hand held out in front of him. He squinted for a moment, watching as the edges of reality blurred and realigned before him... The hand was still there and he found himself reaching for it, groaning as he pulled himself up enough to do so, fingers grasping firmly at the other boy's.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 9:05 am
Scheelite was not the best fighter, the best thinker, the best leader, but he was good at being that guy. That one that stood out, that everyone knew whether they wanted to or, not, and in this case he was good at talking people into things they might never have thought about before.
Join a dark army? Sure!
When the hand grasped at his, Scheelite tugged him to his feet, laying his other hand on Rik to steady him. The blonde was doing his best to be reassuring, welcoming even. He remembered how -lost- he had been when he was brought into the Negaverse, and like hell he was going to willingly put anyone through that as well.
"Just...take it slow. I know it hurts, trust me, but you've been reborn! You've got powers now man, the sky's the limit as far as what you can do now!"
He was grinning, that goofy a** grin of his with acid eyes lit with joy. New recruits meant new friends! Schee always had a weak spot for making new friends.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 9:29 am
"I feel... God, I feel like I'm going to be sick." He managed to mutter once the world stopped feeling like it was going to fall out from beneath him, still leaning a bit more heavier on Scheelite than he would've liked.
"Powers, though, eh?" His brow lofted, the act sending a wave of pain shooting through his head, causing him to groan again. "... Taking it slow sounds good."
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 10:32 am
"Yep, powers! You can jump higher! Run faster! Take more hits! Summon...some kind of weapon! -Stuff-. But..."
The blonde shifted to let Rik lean on him heavier, but also to give him another lookover.
"...But first, I bet you're hungry! I'm pretty hungry so you have to be hungry right? I know what would make you feel better! Tacos. Tacos make everyone feel better. I'll even treat! What do you say?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 10:38 am
"Tacos?" Who the <********> brought up tacos a blink after telling him that he was like... The dark version of Superman minus the flying and the kryptonite? Who...
His mouth fell open, partially from trying to catch a ragged breath and partially from the extreme 'what the <********>' revelation that he was teetering on the great, gaping edge of. "... Demy?"
Suddenly the term 'Come to the Dark Side, we have cookies' made perfect sense.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 10:54 am
"Yes, tacos! Best food ever, it'll cheer you right up!"
Awh damn, the gig was up!
"Of course it's Demy! Told you you knew me, I was riiiiight. But look you can't tell anyone okay? That's rule number one! Noooo telling anyone who your fellow officers are. It's a secret, if people found out who we were we'd end up dead...so don't tell, kay? Only talk about Negaverse stuff to other people who you know are an officer. Which means you can always come to me to talk!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 11:02 am
"The first rule about the Fight Club is that you don't talk about the Fight Club." He managed a nod, bringing the hand that wasn't grasping at the Captain's shoulder for steadiness up to rub at his face, wondering how long it would take for his head to stop feeling like it had been crammed into a vice.
"Got it..." He nodded slowly again, rubbing at the bridge of his nose while trying to apply a bit more pressure as if that would do anything to relieve the tension. "The other's, though... Christmas. They aren't?" Why did it still hurt so damn much to mention any of that? Was it just the pain of the corruption feeding off of it? Or was there something else that he had missed.
"Let's... Go get those tacos, alright? And a drink." He could definitely use a drink with how dry his mouth felt. "Cherry coke, y'think? Or that pool water colored Mountain Dew..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 11:21 am
"No...they're definitely not with us. There -are- more Hillworth boys that are officers though, I'm sure you'll be surprised when you see who is fighting with us. But that's for another time, tacos are for now!"
Poor Rik, he was just now getting steady on his feet and Schee was about to mess with his head again.
"Definitely the Mountain dew."
Scheelite had his hands on him again, and in the blink of an eye they were gone.
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