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 Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2013 10:44 pm
At first it seemed to be going right, like when he'd corrupted people. Maybe Bazzite ha been right? Maybe he shouldn't have question the dark mirror senshi's information, that somehow he'd known something which Benitoite had not. He would apologize to Bazzite when this was over, when all of this is over, he would treat him to something nice. He'd make sure of it, he owed it to the other. He didn't think he could say enough to apologize to him.
But as he'd been thinking this he'd almost not noticed it, almost failed in his duties to keep the other safe, as he felt something...off. The others starseed seemed to be...giving under his hold. But that didn't make sense and shouldn't be! It shouldn't be giving but it was and it felt like it was going to just break. If it broke....oh god no! He hoped what he thought was wrong. Please don't let him be like the Moon's Queen once was.
And then he felt it. It just gave way and cracked and shattered in his hand. He didn't even have the time to finish the thought's he had and let it go before it had just given way in his hold. Slate eyes seemed to go impossibly wide as he tried to pull his hand free. "Nooo!!!" The sounds which left him was half plea and half strangled as he tried to get his hand free, if he got his hand free maybe this would stop and Bazzite would be ok - just...hurt or maybe...maybe he didn't know what. But he needed to get his hand back. And he did but as his hand slid out of the others chest, so seemingly innocent despite the horror it had just wrought, Alexandre was able to see the horror he'd created. His own hand had just done this...he'd just done this to Bazzite. Stepping away from the others form he tripped and landed on his a**, hard, and sat staring for some moments before he launched himself forward as if he could somehow ease the others pain. His arms and body covered the others in a protective manner. Rocking as he tried to soothe the other with nonsense words that all seemed to blend into one another, leaving what nonsense he said to be one steady stream of babbled sound.
No, no, no, this couldn't be happening. He'd told senshi what their moon queen had done. He'd told them how youma were created and that the moon queen had done it. And no - and now he had just done it. He'd committed the same horror she had only worse! This was his friend - his little brother. He'd been trusted by Bazzite's - no Johnathan's - mother to protect him.
As the vines over took him Benitoite had no choice put to draw away, for fear of something attacking him in some manner. What was happening under them he wanted to know, he needed to know, he needed to see Bazzite and see just what damage he'd done. What had he created? Was he like Doctor Frankenstein now? He'd created what many would call a monster. He was certainly on par with the moon's queen. And he didn't once notice the tears falling down his cheeks as he sat there watching in growing horror.
As he watched the vines give way and heard the sigh he finally got to see just what he'd unwillingly created. "J-Johnathan?" The word, the simple name, was uttered with such sadness and guilt as the blond, shaking, crawled toward the other and reached out a trembling hand. Scared to touch him his hand hovered just inches from the other. He didn't know what would happen, what would the other do? Was there anything of Johnathan Miller left? Or even Bazzite? Would he be friend or just another Negaverse agent to the other? Somehow the idea of the other being gone, completely, and seeing him as just another officer terrified him.
"Johnathan?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 9:49 pm
Bazzite's new and darkened form rolled its shoulders forward with another throaty sigh, gossamer wings in quadruplicate spread out like a fan before him in all directions. His hands, no, claws, reached out to scrape the ground experimentally. Everything felt so solid, so different. Smells and sights and sounds felt heightened and there was a strange pressure in his chest. Cautiously did the youma open his now-glowing eyes, pupils dilating and retracting oddly. Still on his knees, Bazzite inched forward for a second, head tilting this way and that, sniffing the air.
Alien, different, strange.
Finally, piercing blue eyes focused on the blonde in front of him. Benitoite was speaking. Bazzite considered for a moment before pulling his shoulders back and standing to his new and impressive six-and-a-half-feet. He extended a long clawed hand to the blonde on the floor before him. "....Hello, Alex." he breathed after an excruciating silence. His voice was tinged with metal and for a moment, sounded like someone else was in his throat as well, dual voices speaking from the same throat. "...thank you. Now I can finish what I started. ....do you want to come with me...?"
His wings vibrated with controlled excitement. There was energy in the air, renewed and dark energy that pulsed through his form like a war drum.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 10:11 pm
Staring at his creation, wondering if Doctor Frankenstein had felt like he now did, Benitoite took note of just what he'd created. From the dark skin to the claws and than what vines remained; and seemed to be apart of the other. Next he took in those glowing blue eyes and felt himself gulp as the other stood up. Those wings were impressive though, like a dragonflies might be and yet different from a dragonflies. They were no less lovely though. But he said nothing as he sat there watching and waiting to see what would happen.
Would this youma strike him down, kill him? If this youma wished to take his life he wouldn't fight it, wouldn't defend himself. he deserved whatever punishment he might be given. It would be justice dealt and he would permit it, even if it cost him his life. It had seemed the youma had, previous to standing up, been inspecting things like a curious animal. Was that what Johnathan Miller had been reduced to? An animal? He shuddered at the thought and choked down a sob which tried to escape.
Startled by the voice, not expecting any remotely human words, he blinked watering eyes and bit his quivering lip. "Johnathan?" He finally got that single word - that name - out and hoped beyond hope that he hadn't lost his friend - his little brother. Oh please! let him be there! The thought shouted in his mind, almost bursting past his lips, as he waited for the other to speak again. Was Johnathan still there? He had to apologize to him for what he'd done, that he'd messed up, that he'd...he'd turned him into this!
"Johnathan? Is that still you?" The other was still focused on killing his mothers shooter. But he had to know, he needed to know, if Johnathan Miller was still there. Even as he slowly took the offered hand, ignoring the claws as Johnathan would never hurt him, and stood. His own short stature of five foot three dwarfed by the others six and a half foot height.
Believing it was still his friend and little brother he choked on his words and settled for nodding till he could speak. Some moments later, after nodding his head several quick times, he spoke. "I do. I'll go with you to finish this." How could Johnathan not be angry with him? Be shouting at him about what he'd done to him and the pain he'd brought upon the other? How could his little brother be so forgiving and kind to him?
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 10:43 pm
Bazzite was confused for a moment, a strange purring utterance emanating from deep in his diaphragm. The youma tilted his head and gave Bentoite's head (when did he get so short?) a good sniff. Yes indeed, it was still Benitoite. So why was his General so confused about who was standing in front of him at this very moment? Bazzite chuckled, his wings and shoulders shaking with the sound. "No, I'm the Queen of Sheba." he said flatly, opening his eyes to stare blankly for a moment at a space several feet beyond his General. "Of course I'm still here, Beni. Who else would I be?"
The youma tilted his head and regarded the blonde oddly, like he'd grown two heads and was speaking German. Silly Benitoite.
The blunette (for he still had his lovely hair!) raised a great clawed hand and, with a strange display of gentleness, patted Benitoite on the head with a smile stretching across his strange new face. "You need a ladder, Beni. When did you get so short?"
Another chuckle. His wings stretched and fluttered for a moment, a soft buzzing sound. "If we hurry, he shouldn't have gotten too far but... I don't know how long I was asleep." A shrug of his great shoulders showed how much he truly cared. "Either way, I'm hungry. I need a snack..." And a sinister smile graced his lips. Someone would be made into dinner, and soon, but it would never be the blonde before his new youma.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 11:12 pm
The other hadn't left him, he was still here. Relief flooded him as he tilted his head up, tears falling down his cheeks, was he looked up at the youma who was sniffing his head. "Smiling, softly, he reached up with both arms to hug the other as much as he could. It must look really awkward but at the moment the thought didn't cross his mind, nor would he have cared had someone seen and commented on it. The point was that Johnathan was still here. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for this. I didn't - I didn't mean for this to happen." Shaking his head as he held onto the other.
At the mention of his head, and the clawed hand on his head, he stepped back and pouted at the other. "I've always been this height. You've grown much taller. I doubt I'll be doing you the favor of growing in height and I'm not going to carry a ladder about either." He stated though a teasing note had entered his voice. How he was feeling better so quickly now. But the weight of his worry for Bazzite and what he'd done had been lifted from his shoulders so quickly and easily.
"A day...maybe less. It was yesterday that you left - because of the fight." He said, his tone apologetic as he looked up at the other. "A snack...?" But he couldn't mean real food, he was a youma...So he meant...oh. "The means starseeds..." Nodding his head slowly, it made sense, the smile on the others face was ignored by Benitoite for now.
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 5:54 pm
The youma grunted strangely, sighing as Benitoite wrapped his arms around the larger figure's waist. A clawed hand rested on the blonde's head. "Sorry? ...why are you sorry?" Huge brows furrowed and his wings twitched in confusion. "This is my promotion. Don't be sorry you promoted me, Beni." Bazzite frowned, his whole face contorting with the gesture. He now had so many muscles to get used to that his actions seemed overly exaggerated. With a crack of his neck and a shrug of his shoulders, the youma decided there wasn't enough time to worry about such things and he was getting rather annoyed at the hunger pangs taking over his stomach.
With another deep chuckle and a rather sinister looking grin, Bazzite leaned over and hoisted his General onto his substantially larger shoulders. "Enough talk. I'm hungry and starseeds aren't going to find themselves, you know..."
The pair walked out the Rift, one blue haired boy never to be seen again.
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