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 Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 12:31 am
"And I suggest you cut the s**t and just let me leaf'." This dismal situation was going nowhere. He still wasn't interested in this whole urgent war business that Alexandre was forcing him into, and he doubted the other man still had a great deal of patience to put up with his disdain for authority. "I'f played nice. I sat and listened to your bullshit for how long now? I'm tired of it. My chest hurts. I'f got better sings to do, like walk my idiot dog." Besides, he had a sneaking suspicion that the terrorists weren't much to worry about. If they were, the police would naturally be involved. Instead it seemed as though they were sitting around with their thumbs up their asses while these terrorists bumbled around foiling their own damned plots.
Alois would rather head home and forget all this happened. He'd rather spend a few days mulling over the bullshit stories and decide on his own time whether or not this impossible spiel was the truth. Instead he was being forced to take it in all at once, believe it, and fall into step unquestioningly as an initiated soldier. Did he look like a soldier? Did it look like he was interested in all that was good and holy in the world? Did it look like he wanted to put his a** on the line for millions of strangers that wouldn't give a s**t either way if he died fighting the good fight?
That was a life for his brother, not him. He lived for himself, and the only thing that could possibly interest him is the possibility of attacking others without repercussion. Yet, Alexandre, or Benitoite as he wished to be called, mentioned nothing of the sort. If he couldn't kill and maim for sport, then why the ******** was he standing here now?
"Verpiss dich..." He muttered under his breath. "For ******** sake, I don't need to learn s**t. If anything, you need to learn zat you can't force your s**t down my sroat and expect me to go along wis' it like a ******** lemming! You know zese stories sound like terrible teen novels! You know I don't give a s**t for ze rest of zee world! I'm not out to save anyone, and you can't make me sit here and change my mind about your goddamned war! Lass mich allein, du verdammtes Arschloch!" As he finished his scathing rebuttal, he approached the door.
He'd had enough of all this make-believe nonsense. This kid obviously took him for granted, and intended to turn him into a good little footsoldier with absolutely zero knowledge of him or his temperament. He didn't even care to see what motivated him, or even try to appeal to his interests or needs. He simply spouted information without pause, and demanded Alois follow suit with his actions. Didn't he understand respect was earned? Didn't he understand the first goddamned rule about persuasion?
Waking up here was a waste of time; of his two purported choices from last night, he'd pick death over slogging through this s**t. At least he wouldn't have to live with knowing about space aliens and some cosmic battle for the sanctity of earth. How perplexing.
Alois slipped a hand into his pocket and found the familiar crinkled package of cigarettes. Hastily he withdrew one and pursed his lips around it while he felt his jacket pockets for his lighter. He desperately needed to smoke after this one, since he had no access to a stiff drink, and he'd knock that blonde kid on his a** if he thought he'd prevent Alois from indulging in his vices.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 1:13 am
Oh no, he wasn't going to stop the other from indulging even if he wanted to. In a display of power, and just closing the distance between them, the blond vanished from where he'd been standing. When he appeared it was between the other and the door. Feet firmly planted as slate hued eyes looked up into golden eyes.
"You aren't leaving, dog to walk or not." God why was this so impossibly hard? After this he would be stressing the idea of not corrupting anyone who didn't agree to join. No one else needed to go through this insanity, it was stressing and frustrating as hell. The blonds hands were fisted at his sides as he held back from slapping the other- but only just. He wanted to hit him or draw his weapon on him so badly, the temptation was there like it hadn't been there since his mother had been shot. he hadn't even wanted to power up since then and now he wanted to draw his weapon of all things.
"This war is not some childish game. There have been people, on both sides, killed - even tortured. And all for the freedom of everyone on earth including you." He stated his words quick but harsh as though they could slap the other like he desperately wanted to do with his fist. "If we lose and the senshi get there way and the Moon's Queen returns you'll either be dead or little more than a puppet or slave for her. We all will be if we live." He stated. He'd die before that happened. Just being involved in this war on the side he was would assure that fate to him should the other side win. How could he get the other to care? To power up? To join?
"If you want to hurt someone, as I'm sure you'd like to hurt me, then train and kill the senshi and knights. Beat them up and kill them however you see fit! Just - Just accept." The last three words sounded weak, pleading, even as his hands clenched at his sides, nails biting into skin. The other seemed to perhaps have a complex of not caring for others and wanting to hurt other people. So maybe if he offered that tried to appeal to the others want for freedom and for himself...maybe it would work and sink in.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 1:59 am
When Benitoite appeared before him without warning, he slammed straight into the boy and hand to steady himself using the doorframe to keep from stumbling. What the hell was that about? Did he just teleport, or was Alois seriously not paying attention? He'd already seen that wicked creature in the alley, and the boy's hand penetrating his chest... Sudden teleportations didn't seem quite so farfetched now. Suddenly appearing elsewhere had its drawbacks, he discovered, as the two collided so hastily.
"Sheiß', don't do zat." Even the thought of teleporting being possible was unnerving, along with the rest of the blonde's strange tale. He'd already seen and heard of far too many impossible things to take this occurrence in stride. Really he wanted to return to the realm of blissful ignorance and pretend that teenagers couldn't teleport around and plumb the depths of people's chests on a whim. "I really don't need to see any more of your tricks for ze rest of ze day." Or for a good solid week for that matter. No magic, no stories of war and death, just his simple, old, mundane life. That'd be a welcome change of pace from this magical mayhem that the younger boy struggled to pitch to him.
Torture? That was the most realistic thing Benitoite mentioned all day. "I'm no champion of justice, boy." Surely he'd understand that by now. "I'd probably be ze one doing ze torturing if I had a choice." It seemed an ineffective interrogation method, but why wouldn't he enjoy it? It gave him the chance to get back at all of humanity, one agonizing tool at a time. However, the blonde already mentioned that they were issued weapons far different from what he's used to, so he'd have to find more creative ways to inflict copious amounts of pain.
But that wasn't to say he was going along with the blonde's extravagant story. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction, just yet. He'd have to work for it. Earn it. After all, he'd forced his hand into Alois' chest and permanently altered his life. If anything, he had a lot to start apologizing for and a lot fewer demands to make.
"I don't know anysing about moon queens, but ze idea of slavery doesn't appeal to me. Perhaps you should learn from zat and stop making demands. Ask me instead; you might like the results." Provided that Benitoite wasn't approaching him in such a manner with the sole intent to piss him off. If he was, he was succeeding with flying colors. "What makes you so different from zis moon queen? If she renders people her puppets, and you're doing nossing but snapping orders at me, what makes you sink you two are so different?" Really, would it kill him to ask nicely?
"Oh I'd love to hurt you. I'd sell my soul to watch you suffer." He glared at the shorter man scathingly. He seethed at the memory of all that pain, all that misery and upheaval over nothing. Benitoite effectively s**t canned his life, all on a whim. His grip tightened on the door frame to the point of his nails digging into the wood. Rather than snapping the blonde's neck as he would've liked, he tried to roughly shove him out of the way. He'd pick a fight if he wasn't already aware that the young general had several unnatural ways to inflict a boatload of pain on him. He addressed Alexandre acidically. "Maybe I'll take you up on your offer. Maybe I'll go hunt these senshi down and kill as may of them as I can, if only so I can kill you one day. How does zat sound? You're finally getting what you want." He offered a malicious smirk.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 11:11 pm
Staring, wide eyed, at the taller male as hands planted themselves on either side of him. The blond felt suddenly trapped and just a bit vulnerable with the taller male standing there like that, and clearly not in a good mood. He could teleport out of this spot, easily, but the thought of that escaped him for the moment. He was too focused on the position he was currently in. Finding his voice he stared up at the other. "I apologize. But I cannot allow you to leave. So I thought to get between you and the door." He had not intended to wind up pressed to the door though! He didn't like this position right now, for multiple reasons.
He didn't want to see any more magic, however small it was? Fine. He'd refrain from any more magic for now. He wanted this to work, for the other to listen and accept. He didn't want some hostile Lieutenant who wanted to either become nothing more than fodder or some number that no one saw or heard from, a number which did nothing. "As much as I wouldn't want to sink to the senshi's level by torturing people...I won't stop someone if they chose to do so...this is war." And so some things had to be let to slide, as much as he may dislike them. As against the normal rules of war, otherwise known as the Geneva Convention.
"The idea of slavery doesn't appeal to many - I'm sure. Though it seems she has many clueless followers, even though she's dead or vanished, and none seem to think she'd enslave people. Forgetting she did it the first time around." He stated as he hoped giving some more information would help his situation. And they had that lack of wishing to be enslaved in common. Maybe he could use that to help his case and help get the other into things? It was worth a try, right? But it seemed he was going to get a lesson as the other informed him of perhaps just what he'd been doing wrong. Sighing he bowed his head. "I apologize. I do not try to make demands, and normally I would not. Normally I would not have brought you into the Negaverse against your will. It has been my standing belief that no one should be brought in against their will - or they become like...well you." He said shaking his head and closed his eyes.
"What makes us different?" He'd never been compared to her, aside from recently comparing himself to her, but to hear it from someone else. Slate eyes snapped open and the hurt and anger in them showed. It hurt thinking of that, thinking of himself as anything like her! How did he even answer that? he didn't have an answer which he felt was acceptable. Instead he lashed out as the other continued to talk, to talk about hurting him. As he was shoved out of the way he let himself be moved but now he summoned that familiar weapon of his and pointed it right at the other.
"You will not go hunting them on your own - they will kill you. If you cannot fight me you cannot fight them and right now you couldn't take me." Confidence he normally would feel, but didn't right now, entered his voice as his grip on the shaft tightened, fist clenching around the familiar object. "I will not allow someone to go after senshi when they can be killed so easily. I won't allow another to die." Not so soon...never again...he couldn't.
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 12:34 pm
"And wh-" Whoa. Spear. That was a little sobering. Alois placed some healthy distance between the tip of his weapon and himself, until his back pressed against the door. The shorter man made it clear he was dead serious about the fight between their militaristic organization and the senshi.
Alois wasn't about to get stabbed over petulant defiance, either.
"For ******** sake, don't wave zat sing in my face." He didn't even know where it came from, but given that the man in front of him could break the laws of physics and teleport he surmised this was simply another one of his abilities. The more he thought about it, the more harrowing this whole experience became. It was far from over; the blonde forever altered the course of his life and he would have to cope with that. And, as the other man drew his weapon on Alois, he made it clear that the misanthrope would need to bend to his direction.
That could be arranged. "So what do you expect me to do?" The younger man wanted him to focus on his inner a*****e and don different clothing, right? The idea sounded perpetually ludicrous, and he doubted he would ever grow accustomed to the idea, but he could humor the kid this once. After all, he was facing a spear, and those were hard to argue with. "You wanted me to..." He trailed off and rolled his hand in a forward motion, as if to stir up the words. "Do whatever you did, and come up wis' a name, yes?" The name of a mineral... If he hadn't slept through the majority of his chemistry classes (and subsequently failed the course), this would've been easier.
So what could he come up with that reflected his heritage, yet fit their mineral requirement? Bischofite was the first thing to come to mind. He only remembered it because a classmate he used to tease was hopelessly obsessed with its myriad applications. It was medically viable, and though he couldn't recall the specific compounds made from the mineral, he remembered hearing it helped people. Wasn't that was Benitoite wanted him to do? Help humankind by wiping out this purported senshi menace? Seemed like a fitting enough name, despite it being contrary to his nature.
"And it was a mineral, right?" He continued. "Would Bischofite work?" Hopefully it would; he was quickly tiring of being faced with the business end of a spear.
It aggravated him that he had to resort to capitulation, but he didn't want to risk becoming a gruesome door ornament, courtesy of the shorter man's weapon. He picked the lesser of two evils, but he didn't have to like his choice. He'd simply have to reign his complaints and vitriolic retorts inwards, to avoid even more strife and misery. It was a precarious situation, but he would have to manage. It was better than the alternative.
Especially if the alternative was to die.
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 8:45 pm
"I'm not waving it in your face, and I assure you I won't go killing you. I don't make it a habit of killing those on my side in this war." he stated. Though he may not make it a habit it had happened - Bazzite. When would he be able to put that behind him? When would he move on? Would he forever feel that tight grip of guilt squeeze it's icy hand about his heart? If that was his punishment for the horrid act he'd committed he'd have to live with it, even if he may not want to. It would be his cross to bare.
"The name will come to you, you really have no choice in the matter." He said with a shrug of his shoulders. The weapon he had pointed at the other moved, lowered, as he watched the other carefully. He had to see that he'd done this right, that somehow he hadn't messed up and it simply hadn't been revealed yet. That was the biggest issue but so was the others safety and being involved in this war.
"It's not hard to power up. As I said. Just focus on your star seed, on the darkness there. And focus on your clothing changing. No use in focusing on what you'd like to wear - it's all pre-determined." The senshi and knights seemed unlucky when it came to uniforms, very unlucky in his opinion.
"As far as I know it would be acceptable." Nodding his head with a bit of a smile. At least they had gotten something accomplished. But to pick your name? Maybe it was him thinking he was picking it but his mind supplied it for a reason? Nothing worth dwelling on right now. He had a Lieutenant to get to power up and see what he had for a weapon...
"If after this you'd prefer to stay here and crash you can. You've already spent a good part of twenty four hours here. I can re-heat some dinner from earlier as well, I'm sure you could use it." It seemed when things eased up, when he wasn't tense and stressed, he could be rather giving and helpful even. Normally he was both of those things and more in fact. Lately though...he wasn't himself.
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 10:37 pm
At least he had the good sense to keep that weapon out of his face. Though he didn't like the blonde, he wasn't about to antagonize him into spearing him through the damned door. Luckily, that bullet was dodged already. Alois simply wanted to keep it that way, and the sooner the weapon dissipated into whatever realm it came from, the better. He surmised the only way to execute that plan was to further appease the shorter man. It wasn't something he particularly liked, but he'd tolerate it for the time being. Maybe in the process, this pipsqueak of an officer would assume a more amiable disposition.
Oh, but how he was loathe to play make-believe. He found it positively atrocious and an utter waste of time. Still, he had to go along with for if the shorter and younger of the two. It was that or get stabbed. "... Fine." This is such s**t. Star seed was an interesting word, but he assumed that referred to whatever it was he'd seized and polluted with what he referred to as chaos energy. He didn't know anything about all this occult s**t, but he'd noted that he had even less compassion when he woke up earlier.
Either that, or he was just grumpy and pissed off because some tight-a** prisscake shoved a hand in his chest and he hadn't eaten in a day.
Speaking of which, he should at least humor the poor sap and try this soul meditation bullshit. Right, the darkness... Even thinking about it reminded him of that putrid, otherworldly beast that attacked him. It dredged up the memory of the boy's hand in there, submerged up to the wrist beneath his skin. And the pain.
Oh, the pain.
And his clothes changing? If this was what magic was about, it was sheer lunacy. Regardless, he closed his eyes to assist the visualization process and focused primarily on the pain, which he used as a bridge to that core star seed that remained corrupted beneath his ribcage. It felt dark and inherently evil. In a way, he rather liked it. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
He felt markedly different, though he couldn't articulate how. Only the slight tug of something hanging from his ear tipped him off that his clothing differed from what he normally wore. As he opened his eyes, he reached up and traced the surface of the object with his fingers. It felt like bone, whatever it was. The rest of his costume, from what he could see, looked like a tribal take on a Schutzstaffel uniform. It didn't exactly paint him as the pinnacle of benevolence. The feather trim on his upper arms he could do without; it looked far too flashy and didn't serve much of a purpose in his mind. It felt soft, he noted, as he ran his fingers through it. He'd rather simply rip it off though.
"So zis is what you're talking about? Ze uniform?" It didn't look all that bad, maybe not to his taste, but he could deal with it. It didn't seem difficult to move in - form fitting, yet not too tight. There weren't many extraneous elements for the enemy to grapple onto and use against him. "It's... Decent, but what about ze weapon?" Alois - rather, Bischofite - was curious what he'd be using to end some lives.
"And what are zese?" He asked, holding up a pair of jelly bracelets. They didn't look like they matched the outfit very well. One was blue, the other was green, and his entire uniform was comprised of black and gold. Where did those colors fit into the grand scheme of things? He twisted one between his two index fingers, into a double helix shape, until it pulled taut. "Were zey some sort of mistake? Why do I even haf' zem?"
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 1:12 am
Finally, he'd get to see if he'd done it right. He'd done it before but he had just messed up something so big, and in such a big manner, that he wanted o be sure. Watching as the others clothing shifted and changed he found himself staring. It looked...good and somehow fitting. It seemed dangerous looking which fit the others less than cuddly personality.
The face paint though...not that was odd. he'd never seen ones face covered in markings before. He hadn't ever thought such a thing possible but it seemed he was wrong. This new Lieutenant had markings on his face which seemed almost tribal, especially when added to the bones. It looked like someone went tribal, or was thinking voodoo, and crossed it with military and well the result was standing in front of him. Certainly an interesting uniform, and different, not bad though.
"It looks good, and yes this is what I meant about uniform. You'll note that while like this you'll be stronger and faster as well. You'll have to learn to jump onto roof tops and move from roof top to roof top. It's an easier, and faster, way to travel. No civilians to worry about. With a uniform like yours you'll stand out too much among civilians." Much like he did with his uniform. As a Lieutenant himself it hadn't been so bad. Powering up though had changed things slowly and now...he stood out no doubt.
"Ohhhh god...those bands would be your weapon - for now. It will change when you make Captain. I assure you. Mine was little better. I started out with a paint brush. I was told, by a General, that it's so we can learn to handle the weapon we'll have as a General slowly. The bands will evolve into something and than again when you reach General. So it's a way to learn how to handle a deadly weapon before you actually get it. But it also tells me you'll have a close in weapon.." Tapping his bottom lip he banished his own weapon without a blink, glance to it, or any movement. Just a thought and it was gone.
"Your going to need to practice hand to hand fighting and remember that anything goes. But until those evolve it'll be what you need to rely on." Nodding his head to the jelly bands. That was one of the worst weapons someone could get, and the other had to know it.
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 10:05 pm
Benitoite regarded him strangely, he noticed. "What?" What was the look for? "Somesing on my face?" Bischofite reached up and touched his face, though he found no evidence of foreign objects attached to him. No mask, no strange implants, nothing. So why the stare? Was his hair shocking purple now? From what he could see, it was still the same color he'd dyed it so frequently. Besides, a change in clothing wouldn't reflect a change in hairstyle, would it? Benitoite's hair looked no different from when he was Alexandre.
He liked the sound of being stronger and faster, though he was skeptical at best. The blonde mentioned a change in clothing, though he couldn't recall him referring to an increased physical prowess like that. "Jump from rooftop to rooftop?" Couldn't they just drive? Though, given Destiny City's hellacious traffic problem, even walking was better. He supposed the shorter man had a point, though. If he was supposed to meander around killing people, it would be best to remain out of sight from potential spectators. Besides, looking like a Nazi that hid out in the jungle for months would certainly draw attention to himself. "It sounds like a clandestine way to travel, but I'll take your word for it." It wasn't like he could immediately deduce a more effective means of mobilization.
Once he'd heard Benitoite's reaction to the jelly bracelets, and his subsequent explanation for their existence, he couldn't stop himself from busting up laughing. The irony was just too much. He laughed until he couldn't breathe, until his face became flushed, and laughed some more. Finally, he calmed down enough to speak, though he leaned against the door while he caught his breath. "You've got to be shitting me..." Was this some kind of prank? Who on God's green earth would consider jelly bracelets a weapon? "Zis isn't a ******** weapon. What ze hell am I going to do wis' it? Snap it on someone's wrist?" Even the thought of it coaxed a crooked grin out of him. "What a ******** nightmare..." He was better off busting his knuckles on someone's face.
"What do you sink they'll even turn into?" He examined them once more, flabbergasted that he'd end up with such a pathetic set of 'weapons'. Even the paintbrush Benitoite had sounded like a far superior choice. At least he could stab someone's eye out with something like that. But jelly bracelets? Not even suicidal people could come up with a way to end their lives with those. "Honestly I'd take ze ******** paintbrush over zis s**t." He aimed one of the bracelets at the general's chest, pulled back on it, and let it fly as if he were shooting rubber bands. Its propulsion was pathetic, and it bounced off the fabric easily. How useless.
"What do you mean, practice it? It's all I could do since my weapons are complete s**t." Obviously someone in this Negaverse already had it out for him. How depressing.
"So how do I get out of zis getup? I don't want to stick around in it if I have to fight people wis' bad fashion accessories." What a preposterous idea. "I can't say I completely belief' you yet, but I'll get used to it." He'd gotten used to America relatively quickly. This whole reality-shattering war idea was significantly more difficult, but he'd adapt. He always did.
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 10:49 pm
Should he tell him? Or let him find out, on his own, what now adorned his face? Figuring it best to let him find out on his own the blond remained silent, for the moment at least. Maybe he'd tell him to go look in the bathroom mirror? Yes, that was a good idea and it wouldn't him not telling the other anything. he'd be telling him something, just not what the staring was about in an exact manner.
For now though he focused on the discussion, or topic rather,m of weapons and Alois' lack of a proper weapon. "I believe whoever, or whatever, decides on the weapons we get has it out for us all. Though I would prefer the poor weapons than the uniforms our enemies have. Skimpy and nothing short of trashy for some." His nose should really be up in the air when he said that, the attitude was just right when he spoke about uniforms. "At least we don't wear skimpy clothing or shorts and freeze in the winter." Though he would be sweating come summer, and he knew it, the layers his uniform boasted would assure that.
"Something you'll hold and short range no doubt. I couldn't fathom a proper guess. but I suspect whatever it is you'll need to be in a persons face to use it. What do I mean by practice? Simple. You'll have to work on fighting, fists and feet, against other people. Those weapons are as poor as mine was, and every other Lieutenant's is." Make yourself a weapon, take up boxing, kick boxing...martial arts - Bazzite had been taking martial arts. God the thought alone hurt. And he felt that grip on his chest as it felt difficult, nearly impossible, to take the next breath. In fact, he had to take a full, cave in your stomach, breath in order to get enough air into his lungs.
"The same way you powered up you power down. It'll come easier with time, almost as easy as breathing." Or at least as easy as breathing normally was, considering his last breath wasn't all that easy. "Enemies will be able to sense you or rather your aurora - you'll sense them too. So, I'd like it if after this you don't power up in the house. I don't want our signatures traced to the house." it would be unwise to have that happen, even though he stood here in the living room also powered up. it was a needed thing at the moment. "Over time you'll get a feel for telling if an enemy is a knight or a senshi, before you even see them, and know if they are stronger, weaker, or equal to you in power. It comes in time as you get used to the signatures and strengths and what they associate with. Any senshi with wings - run. They are equal to me in power and have no doubt earned those wings." Just as he'd earned his cape and power. Although right now he was doubting that. And finally the blond powered down himself and again Alexandre stood there where the polished, albeit tired, looking General had stood seconds before.
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 9:42 pm
Alois could deal with short range combat decently enough, given his prior experience with a knife. However, he never became acquainted with hand-to-hand fighting; it never seemed quite as effective as a quick stab to the kidney area or something similar. One couldn't manage that kind of deadly efficiency with bare-fisted attacks, and he wasn't sure how useful it would be to learn that style of fighting unless he ended up with brass knuckles or something. Then again, if all hell broke loose and he lost his weapon, it might be useful.
Still, he had the suspicion that if he lost his weapon to the enemy, then he probably deserved to die.
Bischofite watched the short general quizzically. He seemed to have trouble breathing. "What's wrong wis' you?" It was about as close as he could get to sounding concerned. Did he have some kind of asthma problem? Or did he just forget how to breathe for a moment there? Nothing stood out. "Oh, I get it - I'm breas'taking in zis..." He trailed off, looking down at his outfit for a moment to adequately describe it. "...Weird tribal military s**t." Maybe he should just return to his normal self so he wouldn't have to stare at such an eyesore. With as haughty as Alexandre was, he figured the man must be having a coronary over it by now. Alois was feeling one coming on himself.
"If it's as easy as breazing, zen it sounds quite hard. I mean, look at you. You could hardly inhale earlier." Bischofite gave it a shot, though, and found it was of the same difficulty as powering up before. It took a bit of concentration, which required tuning Benitoite out, and returned to his normal attire (and normal strength). "Interesting..." He remarked, mostly to himself. "I sink i get ze idea." How curious. He never thought something like this existed in the scope of reality he'd come to know. Now he found out there were space invaders and all this other s**t threatening daily life, and he's supposed to help defend the clueless denizens of earth from this unusual threat.
All this new information left him rather drained. "Mind if I just crash here tonight?" He didn't feel like walking home, though he didn't even know where the hell home was at this rate. Besides, he wasn't interested in another hand-chest extravaganza for neglecting to ask if he could stay, or for trying to leave without the short one's express permission. He'd slept all day, but goddamn he was tired... Maybe it was from spending such a long time without eating. It didn't matter; he probably looked no better than his new general did. The kid looked like he hadn't seen a bed in a week and a half, and that was an understatement. If he had to guess, it looked like something was eating him, or he ran himself ragged trying to rid the world of this senshi menace bullshit.
It was probably the latter.
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 12:36 am
Shaking his head he found the ability to breath again and waved his hand quickly. "I'm fine....just some recent events..." He answered in a hesitant, and rather lacking, manner. He could have, and maybe should, explain it more but it was personal and while this was his newest lieutenant he wasn't close enough to Alois to tell him what he'd recently done.
Would he ever tell this person? Not likely. He doubted it, severally, in fact. he saw no reason currently and doubted there would be a future reason to tell him what was eating him. "I was thinking of something, I was not having an issue breathing. It would be counter productive if the Negaverse brought in members who were ill." Though sleep deprived wasn't a good thing for someone to be either, it could lead to only how many mistakes? It was good that he wasn't in an emotional state of mind to power up. If he did and got into a fight he could get into some trouble, and he really didn't relish the idea of that.
"A place to crash...the basement was converted into a bedroom if you want..." He offered. he knew there sat an empty bedroom right upstairs but letting someone take that room - even for one night felt wrong, in a profound and deep way. He knew Johnathan didn't need it, wouldn't be home ever again, and it wouldn't mean a thing to Bazzite. And yet he was still human and thus it meant a lot to him. When would he be ready to box things up and figure out what to do with them? To go through the pale blue haired males clothing and all his ninja items. The Christmas gifts Lily, Xander, and himself had gotten him. And when would he decide what to do with them once they were boxed up? He didn't know and simply didn't want to think about it.
"Do you need a place to stay on a permanent basis? I could offer you the room." Lily wasn't here, hadn't been since the day after the incident, and company might help...maybe. It was worth a try, right?
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 1:39 am
Just some recent events. Right. Obviously he wasn't fine, and anyone with eyes could see that. He bore dark circles under his eyes like badges of honor, and his sclera were heavily bloodshot. He looked disheveled in a way that only the restless and guilt-stricken could manage. Alois lacked the capacity to relate to that kind of weariness, and he wasn't fond of the blonde anyway. If he wanted to wallow in his own misery, Alois was content with being left in the dark. He much preferred it to a melodramatic breakdown chased by a lengthy, heartfelt explanation. Such affairs caused bile to rise in his throat. Alois suppressed a lip twitch from thinking about it.
It was better this way.
"A permanent place? Don't know. Maybe." The lanky boy reached into the depths of his pockets and procured a battered cell phone. After flipping it open and turning it on, he waited for the plethora of text messages to cease flooding his phone. The majority of them were from his sister Katarin, who he had no interest contacting right now. A smattering of other texts came from his father, which pertained to the topic on hand. Most of them read as if written in a violent, drunken rage.
Whenever he disappeared, his father reacted poorly. He was chastised and shunned as soon as he returned home, with little explanation. Alois never knew if it was because his father actually cared, or if he simply felt an overbearing need to assert his dominance over the black sheep of the family. However, this time he sounded decidedly final in his decision to kick Alois to the curb. The text indicated that he shouldn't bother coming home, and that he could find his s**t on the sidewalk.
Looks like he might have to take Alexandre up on that offer. "... Make zat a yes." He snapped his phone shut and considered throwing it out the door and into the street. It wouldn't mitigate the vitriolic hatred for his father, though. Nothing would, short of confronting the man.
Which might be possible, given this newfound... power.
Alois sighed dejectedly. In the mean time, he'd have to deal with his father's limitless anger. He was beginning to think he was the sole scapegoat for all the disappointments marring his father's otherwise immaculate life. Maybe things here were different. Maybe he'd learn what being a member of a family felt like, rather than an eternal antagonist. So many changes have already happened; what's one more?
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 9:58 pm
A few weeks was recent to him. Beyond that it became less recent, but considering he was still dealing with the issues it also remained recent. He'd had to deal with his cousins on the phone with him last night and visiting his mother, he really wished his cousins would forget his phone number. He hadn't visited his mother in a while, having explained things to her over the phone she had in her hospital room. But he knew she was due out soon which was a good thing for all involved, even his cousins and aunts and uncles staying in the area to help his mother didn't bother him quiet as much. They could keep to his parents house and their hotel rooms and he could keep to his home and visit his parents only when needed. his mother understood, as did his father, his dislike of his loud and annoying cousins. They were just too loud, optimistic, and immature for his taste. Perhaps it was also good to not spend too much time around them as they may become worried over him, and his currant state, and start trying to pry and stick their noses into places they didn't belong. His cousins, especially those around his age, were like that. It was the normal teenage behavior really.
Snapped back from his thoughts as the other snapped his pone closed he nodded his head. "Alright. Do you need to get anything?I can take you to do that..." Assuming there would be a lot to bring over, people did normally own a lot of things. And it made sense that Alois would be no different and need some way to get all this things over here, preferably in one trip.
"I can take you to pick up anything you need and you can spend the day settling in. I suggest you offer up a list of foods you like and other things you need. I'll try and accommodate. As I'm sure your taste runs different to mine." He'd done it with Johnathan, hadn't really with Dustin but he'd tried. Maybe this would be different? Unlike either previous experience but better than when he'd taken in the corrupted senshi. Just not as good as when he'd had Johnathan living here. Something in between perhaps.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 7:09 pm
Despite being so damned stuffy and completely hochnäsig Alexandre actually sounded helpful. Considering he didn't know where the hell he was, he definitely needed a ride to his house. He also knew that once he set foot inside, there wouldn't be any concerned questions waiting for him, just enraged accusations and demands for explanations. His father always assumed he was up to no good, even though he hadn't been caught breaking the law in this country. Besides, he couldn't exactly tell him that he'd slept through an entire day after some kid just sunk his hand into Alois' chest after some beast kept jumping through him like a hula hoop.
At that point, his father would decide he was on drugs and want him tested. ******** that.
"I don't sink I'll move in right away. Zere are a few sings I need to set straight first." Since he made the determination that home life will become inhospitable and intolerable due to his sudden disappearance, he knew he wanted to rectify a few things before leaving. The only person he'd bother maintaining a relationship with was his sister, so he needed some time to break off all the others. Maybe he could finally resolve the unending conflict with his father, in a manner beneficial to him.
Though, Alex quickly transitioned from helpful to a little creepy. A list of food? What, was he going to do all the grocery shopping? If so, then he'd be hard-pressed to find a store-bought variety of his favorite dishes. His request reminded Alois that his mother was the one who cooked every night, and he'd be giving up those meals to move in with a haughty brat. Besides, teenagers never cooked. He'd be eating out of cans for a very long time now. "... I'll see what I can come up wis'. I don't really see a point." Then again, he could always stave off his laziness and make something that didn't require much cooking. Like Kartoffelsalat.
As he continued thinking about the changes he was instigating in his life, his offer to move in sounded like a much larger commitment. Many things would change, as if his drafting into this clandestine military didn't permanently modify enough of his life. And what if Alexandre is an only child? He wouldn't know how the hell to live around someone else his age. Maybe he wouldn't burn all of his bridges just yet... But he'd deal with his father regardless. "So when can we leaf'?"
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