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 Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 10:35 pm
Jett's nose crinkled with distaste; the Negaverse seemed primed to tear itself apart—and he wondered if, one of these days, they just would. A department to spy on others—and one to deal with agents accordingly? It didn't sound good, and while he still considered himself an ally of the Negaverse, he didn't like the way that sounded. Sure, it would be great to keep people in line—but weren't they a loyal enough sort that they didn't have to result to such drastic tactics? Wouldn't their energy be better spent spying on the enemy?
But Jett knew better than to slander the Negaverse in Alexandre's presence. Alex was a loyal soldier—one who worked hard and always put his best effort into serving them. "I see," he said slowly, giving himself a few seconds to process the information before deciding what to say. "Well then, I'll keep my mouth shut."
Who was he going to tell, anyway? Alex had confided in him—and Jett trusted him. There was nothing for him to gain by selling him out. He would do whatever he could to help, but there was still one more pressing matter to touch on.
"…Can I see Bazzite?"
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 1:11 am
Nodding his head he smiled at the other. "The amusing part is that I work for the intel division, the one which gathers information and does the spying - on our own and the enemy." And he didn't even trust the members of his own division. He honestly disliked not being able to trust his fellow agents, at least more of them anyway. And it wasn't that he wanted coddling either, though new members certainly deserved some coddling if needed, but he'd like to be able to go to members freely with issues and problems and talk and not worry.
There were so few people one could talk to about these things, too few really, so to limit that small number even more was just...unfair in his opinion.And shouldn't they all be loyal anyway? As far as he knew nothing had cropped up with a member showing disloyalty or turning sides, at least nothing too recent.
"Would it be wise for us to power up here and summon a youma?" He asked even as he dreaded doing so. The very actions bothered him and made him shudder at the memories of the new Bazzite.
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 10:21 pm
Jett was quiet for a moment, eyes skimming over the many items in the store. To many of these artifacts were on the pricy side for him to feel comfortable summoning a youma, but he was still having a hard time thinking of Bazzite as one of them.
Jett hated youma, he always had. Was it possible Bazzite was now just another nuisance?
"No," he finally said, eyes returning to Alexandre's face. "I don't suppose that would be a wise idea. Is there another way, then? I'd like to see him. Talk to him…if possible. It doesn't have to be here, or now…"
No, he couldn’t risk causing trouble here in his store. He couldn’t allow anything to be traced back to him.
"Whenever is good for you. Tonight, tomorrow. In the park, in the Rift—I don't care. I just want to see him."
He didn't know if he could believe it, otherwise.
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 1:10 am
[sizee=1]Swallowing thickly he nodded his head. Of course Jett wanted to see him and soon. "He can talk, I assure you. Though his voice...it's different." It was like two voices. It was creepy and just served to remind him, as though the appearance alone didn't, that the other was no long er as he'd been.
"T-tonight...we can meet on the rooftop here." Since they both knew where here was, it was better than naming a place Jett might have a hard time finding. He really didn't want to do this, he didn't even want to power up, but he had to do this. How many more times would he power up after this? How many times would he have to face what he'd done?
"I don't know if he'll remember you...I can't assure that. But I can assure he'll mind himself..." It seemed Bazzite was willing to please him and accept orders, though he didn't like it. It was unsettling as he felt like Bazzite was some... servant or slave to him. Biting down on the inside of his cheek he shook his head, keeping tears at bay, as he focused back on Jett.
"I'll meet you tonight and I'll summon Bazzite." Maybe let Bazzite get out of the Rift and stretch his legs.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2013 2:28 pm
Jett was hesitant to agree to meet on top of the antique store; he would have been rather upset if anything happened to this place. It wasn't just because he liked the job, but in all the years he had been working here, he had grown attached to the place. He had seen Jacoby pour his whole life into the care of this establishment, and if Jett could do anything about it, he was going to see that it didn't go to waste.
But he trusted Benitoite, and even if he didn't know what to expect from Bazzite, he figured Benitoite could handle him.
"…I guess we can see," he said about the male remembering him, and there was a sort of sinking feeling in the bit of his stomach. How could anyone forget him? How could Bazzite have lost so much that he didn't remember him?
"…I'll see you tonight, though. You just…" he hesitated and watched Alexandre's face. He wasn't much for words of comfort—especially between men. "…Just take care of yourself, try to take it easy. This isn't your fault, so I don't want you sitting around thinking it is. Don't dwell on the past, just focus on the future. How to make things right. All right? You look like you could use some sleep, now. Probably a good meal. You see to it that you get yourself taken care of, all right?"
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 1:32 am
He was sure he could handle it, handle Bazzite. He didn't like to think in such terms, to think of Bazzite as some...puppet or pet. But he was able to order him around now, not that he couldn't before, and have his orders listened to. He just...it felt wrong to order him about and treat him as a pet or some sort of property.
This whole thing felt wrong and left him wanting to never see, talk to, or deal with Bazzite again. And not due to shame, though he did feel that, but simply because he couldn't deal with what he'd done and what he'd reduced the other to. He wasn't the innocent, perky, over hyped Captain he'd been. He wasn't the same person who had somehow yanked his coat off, tied it about his forehead, and run about the Rift.
At the others words he found himself nodding. "I'll try...thank you Jett. I'll meet you tonight." And he would show up and let the other see what chaos had produced, even though he didn't even want to see it again himself. For a single moment of insanity he wanted to hug the other, just for the comfort but the idea was quickly squashed. It wasn't proper and as much as certain comforts were what he wanted he knew he couldn't have those. He could go to his mother, his father, Lily, Xander or anyone who would offer that measure of comfort.
Before he could let his emotions over flow he turned and left quickly. He needed a walk before he let himself head home.
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