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 Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 4:39 pm
"I'm the right man for any job," he remarked with a wink. "You want a job, I'll give it - some other time. And the name's Dustin. Dustin Harlow." "I get why we have these names to protect us, I guess, although I wish I could pick my own codename," he said. He wasn't fully aware of just where his name came from - that he had his own planet he was named after wasn't information he was privy to yet. After all, they didn't want their new recruits knowing that they had a home elsewhere. "And your name? Let me guess. It's Hitler."
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 5:05 pm
Dustin? That reminded him of the German word durst, meaning thirst, which coincided well with his thinly-veiled suggestion. He responded with a slow nod, and returned his name. "Alois Scholz. Maybe we'll run into each other sometime." Assuming Bischofite didn't go looking for the boy. Anyone with hair that unconscionably long was undoubtedly easy to spot.
"I'm surprised. I got to pick my own codename, zough you make me sink I picked a bad one." He grinned, his eyes aglitter with intrigue and curiosity about the oddity standing before him. However, that interest dwindled into a dark, scorned rage upon the mention of his country's bloodstained past. Who was he to compare the misanthrope to a genocidal maniac? Did he not understand the gravity of what he just said? Did he lack all common sense that would dissuade him from mentioning that abominable name?
Bischofite could only thing of one way to react, one impulse to convey the importance of respecting his country's demons and leaving them at rest. He lunged toward the bluenette and threw a punch, aiming directly for the throat. Perhaps if he got lucky, he could silence the man and knock him to the ground.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 5:10 pm
Typhon fell backwards, clutching his neck, winded and coughing as he tried to muster up energy - and air - to speak. His windpipes began to open as he rolled to his side on the ground before he sat up and faced the captain. "Christ on a cracker, what the ******** was that for?" he wheezed. He wasn't going to apologize for jack s**t, that wasn't his style. Besides, what did he have to apologize for? He didn't do much wrong. "Sensitive much? Lighten up, its just Nazis."
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 5:22 pm
Good, he received his well-deserved punishment. Bischofite watched with quiet satisfaction while the man writhed on the ground, clutching at his throat as if to assuage the pain. As if to grasp at the tentative wisps of his ability to speak. "Don't ever bring up Nationalsozialistischer Offiziere around me. I won't take zat s**t from anyone." He shouldn't be made to regret the decisions of the ditant past, even if his own bloodline was tied to the travesty. The shoah... Were they not performing their own iteration of it, betwixt senshi and Negaverse?
Despite his volatile anger, a thin smile crept across his lips when he realized the man didn't bother to apologize. Unabashed cracks at his nationality... A gutsy move. Still, Bischofite recognized a certain merit in that. Perhaps that merit should be rewarded with something fitting... Something Typhon could appreciate in the same vein as Bischofite's appreciation for his refusal to bend, to grovel.
Bischofite dropped to his knees atop the bluenette's thighs, straddling him in a moment's time. He pressed the corrupted senshi to the ground - not roughly, but not quite gently, either - and leaned over the boy. Bischofite looked him in the eyes, flashing a sudden understanding, as if he'd come unto an epiphany, and it lay bare and apparent in his gaze. His smile. His proximity. After a beat, he leaned in toward the man and ghosted a fervent kiss across his lips. He didn't linger for long - one must be guarded against rewarding too much, lest he risk spoiling Typhon.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 9:47 pm
Unexpected turns should be expected with Bischofite, it seemed. Typhon pressed into the kiss with zest, ready for the night to turn back to fun and away from punches to the throat. Just as he was about to slip out some tongue, the captain broke away from the kiss. What a tease. Typhon leaned back, posting himself up with his palms flattened to the ground as he looked up at the boy straddling him. "You aren't sure if you hate me or want to ******** me, huh?" he teased.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 9:55 pm
"Why can't it be bos'?" He shot back, in equally sharp wit. "Maybe I hate you enough to ******** you." It sounded foreign coming from him - he never considered himself in any sort of romantic situation with another man. It seemed an impossibility back in Germany. Why would it be different now? Are boys on this side of the world really so different from those in Europe? No - it was just this one boy that broke the mold above all others.
Finally he stood up, despite his impulses yearning for him to indulge in another kiss. Perhaps if he tracked this bluenette down, they could engage in such baser desires, but as a Negaverse officer? Certainly one of the higher-ups would catch wind of their carnal meetings and put a stop to it, citing it a waste of military time or something of the sort. He didn't know; he'd never set foot in a militaristic operation before, certainly not one that employs the use of magic and teenagers like himself.
Bischofite cast his gaze down at Typhon, regarding him like they were playing a game and he was winning. Like he bore the upper hand in a poker game. Like he checked Typhon in a chess game. "It sounds more like you want to ******** me." He grinned, flashing his homicidally sultry charms.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 10:14 pm
"Maybe so, but you're the one who was straddling me, so you must be into it," Tyhpon teased. With the captain now off him, he stood from the park ground and dusted off his a**. He rubbed his throat once more, still aching from the punch and had a feeling it'd be bruised by the time morning came around. "But maybe next time we do this, lets leave out the fisting and punching foreplay, okay bro?" he smirked. "I should probably get going, finish up this patrol. But you know my name, so find me if you're interested."
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 11:18 pm
Bischofite grinned and offered an exaggerated bow. Only when he straightened up did he deign it a proper time to respond. "You're right, I'm into straddling people. It's ze easiest way to garrote zem wis'out too much resistance." His hands found their way to the back of his hips once more. "But unfortunately," he drew out the final syllable as he slowly approached Typhon, and his chakrams materialized when he shifted his hands from his hips. "I don't have a garrote."
The steel discs reflected the turbulent clouds threatening to obscure the moon. They reflected a thousand pinpricks of light marring the night sky. They reflected his feverish new passions for the Negaverse and for every minor experience he could possibly glean from life. This included the unconscionably bizarre friendship forming between the two. "I'll consider it. I lif' wis' a man named Alexandre Evans; if you're especially desperate, find me." He offered Typhon a devilish wink.
Surely his roommate would sorely disapprove.
"Typhon!" He commanded, in a suddenly authoritative tone. He stood at his full height and collected himself. "You are to finish zis patrol and report to me when possible. You are dismissed!" Despite the deeply formal presentation, he couldn't suppress his sly wit from rousing a smirk on his face. He offered Typhon a mock salute, leaned in to kiss the boy, and teleported before their lips made contact.
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 6:55 pm
Typhon nearly burst out laughing at the mention of Alexandre Evans. Oh man, is that who Bischofite was staying with? Typhon would have to be desperate to go see Alexandre again...but it may be fun to swing by and torment him, rub some salt onto an old wound. Before he could even make a remark, however, Bischofite had leaned in and disappeared. Damn it. When was he going to be able to teleport? "Tease," he muttered as he slowly walked out of the park alone, returning his attention to the night's patrol.
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