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 Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 5:55 pm
The more the Dark Mirror senshi spoke, the more Oberon disliked him. He hadn't been voilent, not like that guy. And yeah, maybe he'd used his attack, but he thought the guy would... go pick flowers or something weird like that. Ganymede hadn't reacted too strangely when it had been used on him!
There were a number of things Oberon wanted to say, and do, in response to the jerkface of a senshi. Tell him to eff off, perhaps? Use his attack on Ganymede and see what he'd do? Maybe he'd kick this guy's a**.
No, he'd done enough risk taking that night, and instead of giving the senshi his name, he made a rude gesture with his hand. "You get our names and we get that guy? What about your name? And stop playing the victim, otherwise I'm going to go around telling everyone that you couldn't handle a seven year old."
So what if he was almost twelve? He was small for his age and could totally pass for a more matured seven year old.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 6:08 pm
As for Ganymede, after having Oberon thrown at him, he wasn’t in the mood to be particularly polite, or nice, or in any way forthcoming.
He kept his hand on Oberon’s shoulder, both to protect him in case the other Eternal planned on doing something else, but also to keep Oberon out of this guy’s hair. If he could just carelessly throw a kid like that, Ganymede wasn’t all that interested in seeing what else he was capable of. Not that he seemed all that violent at the moment now that Oberon’s magic had worn off of him, though Ganymede wasn’t too sure he liked the sound of his voice. There wasn’t anything overtly threatening about it. It just sounded a little too slick to be genuinely nice or encouraging.
If anything, Ganymede felt like he was being played, and he didn’t like that at all.
“If you want my name, you can ask Mothra for it,” he said. He had absolutely no idea of this Dark Mirror senshi was acquainted with the one he’d run into before, but he figured if they were on the same team they might at least know of one another.
He was also sure the lame nickname was enough for this guy to figure out who he was talking about if it turned out that he did know her.
“She can tell you all about how she ran away at the first sign of a broken nail,” he jeered, whether or not that was really what had happened. He wasn’t exactly interested in telling the whole truth at that moment.
Instead, Ganymede stared the other Eternal straight in the eye and made the effort to sound confident and commanding as he said, “Now put that man down and get out of my face before I decide to stop playing nice.”
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 11:44 am
Well. A nickname like Mothra left only one person in mind, and running off at the first sign of a broken nail sure sounded like Lesath. He saw no reason to give such information, however, and he wasn't about to run around asking what Mr. Hot Pants and his psychotic miniature sidekick went by. He had better things to do than that.
As he looked at Ganymede, he kept the same contempt filled smirk plastered on his face, not the slightest bit moved by the male's words. "I don't take orders very well, Blondie. And if you don't watch your mouth, I'll stop playing nicely. Now, I am cooperating with you, and giving you this man," he said, shoving the male he held into Ganymede's arms and stepping back.
"I'm sorry to hear you two are afraid to share names," Remarque said, a sort of mocking mirth in his voice as he stood before the two senshi. Far different from them, he had no problem with sharing his name—in fact, he prided himself in it. "But if you change your mind and ever want to talk, I'll be waiting. My name is Remarque," he introduced, looking between the two of them. "And I welcome you to look me up whenever."
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 6:26 pm
Oberon was quick to help Ganymede with the man that was shoved into his arms. He was sure the Eternal senshi could handle someone on his own, especially since he was powered, but he didn't want any distractions that would lead for an opening for Remarque.
"How about never?" he grumped, sticking his tongue out. He was sure he and Ganymede could take this guy on, but he didn't want to get into any more trouble with the senshi he looked up to. He knew he shouldn't have been out late, but it was totally not his fault that this guy took it to the extreme.
They would have to figure out where the closest shelter was to bring this guy, so that would at least give him some time to make up excuses and hope that Ganymede would be lenient with him... It was the journey home that he bemoaned.
This night could have gone a lot better, but it also could have gone a lot worse. Once Remarque had taken his leave, Oberon braced himself for the scolding he'd receive, as if he hadn't already learned his lesson by being thrown through the air and all that. He just hoped he wouldn't be in too much trouble...
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