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 Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 3:08 pm
She caught his fist in her palm with a meaty thwack; her wince was noticeable, but appeared to be more because of a former injury than the Lieutenant's assault. "Tsktsk, Lieutenant," she said; "That's no way to talk to your betters." She stepped forward and brought her knee up, hard. The goal was not to destroy, unfortunately, but to get Zephyr out of there.
"I broke four of his fingers," she informed Bismuthite coolly as she moved towards the male senshi. "And then I burned his face. Do you know what cooking human flesh smells like?" She tossed her red hair over her shoulder, propped her hands on her hips. Sick ********? Maybe. Maybe the accusations Wolframite had flung at her stung, but Bismuthite's words ran off her like water on a chemical fire. There was nothing he could say that she would care about, believe, or set store by.
Gunn tipped her head to the side. "Is he someone special to you? Because boy, do you mean a lot to him!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:26 pm
Zephyr stood up, drawling as he did so, "How enlightening." One always wanted to hear of torture methods that would unsettle their stomachs. Not to mention that Gunn was certainly engaged in interesting past times. Zephyr steadied himself, hating to bear further humiliation as hiding behind Gunn. Never mind the fact that Gunn was a super senshi now. It went against Zephyr's nature or pride to remain the defenseless senshi who had to be saved by others.
"What's next? Gouging out his organs?" Zephyr asked sardonically, finding it difficult to agree with either side. He stumbled, leaning against a nearby lamp pole. Gunn and Bismuthite's conversation was taking it's toll on the Senshi of Wind, leaving him disgusted.
"Continue on, children."
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:52 pm
Burned his face? Broken his fingers? Bismuthite could only imagine how Wolframite looked now. That didn't matter though. Bismuthite would recover him, dead or alive. And vengence would be swift. Even if it killed him. Because yes, Wolframite was that special to him. Bismuthite hadn't realized it until he wasn't there. And he swore he'd make up for it. He'd get Wolframite back. Alive. And treat him like the gem he was. Not a pet. Never a pet.
Bismuthite had to watch how he replied. He had to downplay his relationship with the captain, lest it be used against Wolframite like she was trying to use it now. It was a little hard to think when you were winded and doubled over, a hand over the place of contact.
He looked up at Gunn through his silver hair that fell in his face as he remained hunched slightly, "There isn't a person in the Negaverse that isn't special to him."
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 8:10 pm
She looked over to Zephyr, blankly. "Oh, no," she said, propping her hands up on her hips. "I have plans for Wolframite. They don't involve gouging out his organs." It was true. Right now, she was pondering how to approach Ares for permission to keep Wolframite. Like a pet, right? Her little toy. The thought brought a little bit of a smile to her face, needle-thin with enough threat behind it to frighten at least small children. Maybe even a Lieutenant with a special someone to lose.
"You know, not saying something? As much proof as speaking. So, you know, do whatever. I'll just have to keep asking him who you are. You know, you can save him if you just let me kill you." Save Wolframite, yeah, she'd grant him a lovely and painless death.
Maybe.
After all, she really did like to see the fear in his eye anymore. It gave her a feeling of control, and she really liked that.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:24 pm
"I'm all right now, Gunn." Zephyr stood up, despite a few aching limbs. He was certainly bemused; neither affiliating with the negaverse or the BMC. But then again, Zephyr didn't mind being on his own side. It afforded him opportunities where teams or courts could not.
"Sounds like fun." His hands brushed back his stray locks of hair, looking down on Gunn. "Is that you're what capable of now?" It was merely rhetorical questions, Zephyr didn't expect an answer amidst the battle.
He silently assessed his energy level -- whether or not Gunn would choose to run, or to do battle, Zephyr had enough energy for one more attack. 'What's the plan?' He silently conveyed to Gunn through a speaking glance.
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