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 Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 7:56 pm
"I don't sink I'll find many people wors' corrupting, and if I do, it's because I sink zey would make excellent youma more zan officers. You know I am not a fan of people - youma company is much more agreeable." With significant effort, Alois straightened up while he still maintained a hold on the blonde. He would've much preferred to haul Alexandre upstairs with the added strength of Bischofite, but given admittedly inconveniencing rules, he was limited to his civilian form. Normally Alois cared little for regulations and laws, as he often acted of his own accord, but Alexandre had been smart in enacting such a rule - neither of them needed to invoke senshi suspicion through the sudden blip of their beacons.
"But I do wonder," he continued in marginally strained tones, "if I corrupted someone now, would zey manifest zeir own clone? I haf' seen a handful of strange grey civilians, so it is possible to haf' a plainly human clone, but... Do zey rank up wis' you? And are zere clones of youma? Does Bazzite haf' a clone?" Though he surmised that, given the youma's simplistic thought processes, Bazzite wouldn't quite understand the ramifications of having a near-perfect facsimile that sought his death. Alternatively, it was far more difficult to murder a youma than a civilian. And what of Benitoite's clone? Would Bazzite obey it just the same? No - Alexandre already Alexandre already mentioned that the clone spoke far too little to be a true copy.
Alois grunted out of lukewarm annoyance when Alexandre objected to actions already taken. "Keep talking and I'll drop you," he muttered as a means to cut off the blonde's astonished objections. Rarely did the misanthrope ever cater to others, and if Alexandre intended to voice his concerns over the matter, Alois had no qualms toward simply dropping his roommate on the floor and foregoing their conversation entirely. He had plenty of basement projects awaiting his attention; circumventing conversation with another individual only enticed him further.
Alois started up the stairs toward the bedroom, despite his increasingly heavy load. His legs burned under the added weight, but he forced himself to surmount the flight; once he reached the bedroom proper, he could rest. "I remember it - waking up to your room, not knowing what time it is, not knowing what happened. I found it disconcerting, but... I would say you haf' much fewer sudden alterations to your life zan I did." And at the time he maintained a heavy grudge against the boy for suddenly upturning his life, for what he considered borderline paranoid schizophrenic beliefs.
Crowning the stairs, he turned toward the bedroom with a slight sway; Alois hadn't adjusted to the taxing new weight on his frame, so balance proved difficult to keep. "I imagine it was perplexing to carry someone newly inducted into ze Negaverse. Did you second guess your decision on your way home?" If someone fainted during a corruption executed by Bischofite, he would've left the officer for dead; the Negaverse had little use for the weak and brain dead.
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 9:50 pm
"No, I know your no fan of people. I didn't picture you bringing anyone in, thinking them fit to be an officer or anything else, if I'm being honest." He spoke gently. Grayish blue eyes staring at the passing furniture and such as he let the other carry him up to the bedroom. "Though it is something I would like to see." Another as talented, and different, as Bischofite would certainly keep the other side on their toes and rattle them some. Another who liked to play such games. But he never saw it as happening and now to hear the others sort of confirming words; he really wasn't all that surprised by them honestly.
The idea of a civilian winding up powered up and with a shade suddenly wasn't a pleasing one, the idea actually was somewhat scary, as he found the idea of entering into this life and war to be enough trouble for a person without the added issue of a shade. He hadn't been as uprooted from his life as Alois had been, and he knew that even as the other said as much, and the idea of having a shade of his newly powered self turn up was not something he thought he could have handled on his own back then. "I wonder if they are stronger then the original - the shades...if such is possible. I mean the original would have no training but would the shade know how to fight better? You said your shade didn't behave as you do..." Trailing off he refrained from moving his head, as much as he wanted to. "I do hope none are brought onto our side and find themselves suddenly with a powered shade - it would not be good."
A soft, almost sad, sound passed his lips as he shifted his head and stared up at the other. "I was sorry then for bringing you into this war. But trust is not something I could afford you - nor anyone else had someone else been in your position. I was already in enough trouble at the time. To risk myself being found out..." Trailing off he lowered hie eyes, but not his head. "I wasn't going to leave you though, not after bringing you into this mess - or as you put it borderline paranoid schizophrenic mess." He stated with a twisted smile crossing, and settling, upon his features. "I'd been one, before that night, to speak against the idea of forcing anyone into this war. To do so risks creating fodder that resents us and learns and does nothing - that becomes nothing." And thus a simple waste of power and space; something worth little. He had risked it though with corrupting Alois, he had known it then, but he'd had little choice in his mind. As Alois reached his bedroom door he glanced into his room and smiled. His room looked, at least to him, as comfortable as ever. Finally though he turned his attention back up to the other.
"I worried the whole time. You were unconscious. The others I'd corrupted had never fallen unconscious...and so soon after I destroyed Bazzite. I worried I had done something wrong - again. That somehow I had failed utterly in some irreversible way. Then I worried you would become nothing but fodder - that you wouldn't amount to anything or wouldn't believe me and the information I needed to tell you.I worried more over your corruption then the others I'd performed.." He'd been an emotional wreck at the time and perhaps that was the reason for such worry and distrust in his own abilities or the fact it was forced - likely both. "You turned out better then I'd planned...I feel like I taught you so little compared to what you know and learned. I'm too different from you to have taught you as much as you know and do. I am proud though and so glad I didn't fail that night." Had he failed and Alois become another youma..he was sure the Alois youma would be wandering the rift and he - he would be dead. Two mistakes like that would be unforgivable and if not by the high ups hands then by his own by way of his plants. He couldn't have handled that and he knew it, he had been too weak and vulnerable back then.
Biting his bottom lip, emotions taking hold of him, he closed his eyes tightly, wishing to hide it but knowing he'd fail at hiding such from Alois. "Stay with me...?" The request was soft as his voice cracked once.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 5:30 pm
Alois resisted the almost palpable temptation to drop the blonde onto the bed unceremoniously, but he shied from the prospect of his roommate retching all over him. Instead he laid his roommate atop the bed without lingering in the act; should the boy still feel the need to vomit, Alois was loathe to linger. "Yes, I discovered zat most new officers don't faint on corruption. Zat's somesing of a shameful trus' to my induction." Alois wrapped his jacket tighter about himself, both gleaning a little warmth from it and regrettably accentuating his disgusting, bony figure. Idly he considered investing in baggier clothes. "It's anozzer reason to detest ze Dark Mirror Cunts, as zeir ineptitude led to my energy being drained before you corrupted me." That would've accounted for his passing out.
The blonde's request incurred mild surprise, as Alois cocked his brow at Alexandre's sentiment, but he nonverbally acknowledged it nonetheless. A quick survey of the room led to discovering a suitable chair in the corner, angled toward the bed as a makeshift sitting area. A small table sat in front of it, complete with a suitably sized silver candlestick. After seating himself, Alois propped his feet up on the display table, though he leaned forward to examine the taper candles crowning its ornate decoration. Vanilla, he guessed, by their ivory appearance. "Whatever reason you had for corrupting me, it doesn't matter now. Maybe it's Schnee von gestern*, but it's a little more zan zat. Part of zat experience taught me zat suffering is integral to change, and from zat, wis' time, I sought to change everysing around me. Maybe it's a lofty goal, but to succeed is to end ze toiling, and what fun in zere is zat?"
Additionally, Benitoite proved a worthwhile information goldmine for the subjects he took interest in, like starseeds or youma. And because of him, Alois met Bazzite - and while they established a near-homicidal wariness of each other, enough change brought about a certain respect for the admittedly bizarre and oafish youma. "Tell me about Johnas'an." Alois never made eye contact in his demand; instead he searched his pockets for a matchbook and procured a battered, beaten old fold. At one time, the cover bore a logo for one of the local convenience stores, but through enough tortured use and careless abuse, it long lost the once crisp image to a muddled blur. As he flipped it open, only a pair of matches stood weakly against their cover, flanked by the chewed stumps of their brethren. Alois broke one off with ease and struck it against the sole of his boot. It flared brilliantly before idling into a calm flame.
The misanthrope eyed it with the same laissez-faire fascination that he afforded most bagatelles (though perhaps laissez-faire gave way to allez vous faire in recent months). "I'm interested to hear of what Bazzite was like as a human. And spare me ze boredom of ambiguous opinions, such as 'he was a nice boy'. I'd razzer eat zis match zan put up wis' such trifles."He smiled before applying the flame to the individual wicks. Soon enough the three ivory candles flared to life, and he shook out the match before discarding it atop the table.
Alexandre never appreciated his littering, which was all the motivation he needed to continue the act.Sleet Tempest Snape *Water under the bridge (literally: snow from yesterday)
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 8:05 pm
Once on his bed he settled in, slowly and gingerly, as he moved to pile his pillows up against the headboard so he could sit up as much as possible. He didn't want to lay down right now, his head was already swimming and he didn't much care for the idea of laying down while the world spun about. Once the pain medication left his system he'd lay down, properly, but until then he'd remain as he was. Pulling his covers up and over himself, and into his lap, he settled for slowly stripping himself of his clothing till he wore nothing but what was hidden by his bedding. Settling back into his pillows, with a shiver, the blond was cold but comfortable now that he was out of his clothing. The clothing had been kicked off his bed, from under his bedding, so he hadn't needed to reach down for his clothing nor kick back his bedding.
"It was their Queen gone missing which caused the problem. I would not think your introduction to the Negaverse as shameful in any manner. I remember screaming, I don't even know how loudly, in pain when I was brought in. I remember it when I made Captain and General also. Baptism by pain...power gained through pain - earned power. It's more than I can say for the other side; I doubt they earn their power like we do." Did those on the other side earn their power? Did they suffer and feel pain as they got it? He doubted it. he'd seen one powered up, so long ago, and he hadn't noticed them in any sort of pain. It may have hurt for them to gain power, god did it hurt, but it felt like he'd gotten something from all that pain and suffering he'd gone through. It was worth it in a way - it didn't feel cheap or simple.
Slowly his attention, and his head, turned toward the other as he watched the others comfortable motions. He didn't comment on the others actions; not wanting to be picky right now. "Those words...schee...von guesten? What's that mean?" He knew he had just butchered some words, and even winced as he did so, his eyes showing his sheepishness over the butchering of the others native tongue. "I'm not sure if it's a good lesson to have taught you - was it?" He asked with a certain amount of curiosity entering his voice. He wanted to know more about the other, try and understand just a little bit more.
He had been expecting a normal conversation, something deep but normal, and instead that question. Startled, clearly, his eyes went wide before he raised a hand and motioned the other over. "Why don't you at least join me here and I'll tell you about Johnathan - I won't use, as you put it, ambiguous opinions. That would not do Johnathan's memory justice and he does deserve that, and more, especially from me." As he was the one to ruin it all. "I will tell you what I know of his home life and what sort of person he was. Some of it still lingers, clings really, to the youma he's become. I don't know if it's remains of Johnathan or if it's just how the smarter youma can be. I'd prefer not to dwell on that - I've dwelt on the subject far too many hours already."
As he finished he motioned again to his bed, to his side. "If I'm going to speak of Johnathan I'd like some company. It's not an easy topic' though I will speak on it since you've asked." He meant it, he would speak about the other, but it was no easy topic. He felt he would be doing a lot of talking about the topic, more than he had in a very long time, and it would cost him emotionally. But he'd do it for Alois; and maybe it would help him a bit more. He knew he hadn't recovered fully from the incident but maybe this would bring him a step closer. Maybe he'd learn something or come away with some meaningful even; he wouldn't put it past a conversation with Alois leading to something like that.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 11:05 am
"Change garnered srough pain," Alois corrected quietly. He steepled his fingers together and rested his chin atop the zenith, eyeing his roommate just above a flickering candlelight. It danced at his throat, obscuring all sight of the blonde's neck muscles as he spoke. And Alois listened, though he knitted his brow while he mulled over the factoid about the Dark Mirror's queen vanishing. Were they really so inept? Could they not restrain their own paltry creations while their queen flounced out on them? A useless gaggle of gutless children playing with dark powers - and they simpered toward their opposition when that power was lost upon them. Now the Dark Mirror's fake youma returned to the streets with less brazen intent - what that entailed passed him by. She returned? New powers that be? It didn't matter.
Alois stood and seized the candelabra, still burning, and carried it toward one of the nightstands framing his roommate's bed. One of the books he remembered waking up to still lingered atop the surface, surprisingly bereft of dust - Alex must've actively used it since then, many months ago - and a textbook held more use than a single read. Alois placed the candlestick beside the book as he spoke, eyes fixated on his task. "Your German sounds like a sick dog coughing up a sack of marbles, Alex - try not to embarrass yourself furzer. Schnee von Gestern is our way of saying water under ze bridge, so to speak. It doesn't matter now; it has melted, and long left our lives since yesterday. I find it makes more sense zan water under ze bridge, for ze water still presumably lingers, whereas ze melt does not." English never made much sense anyway.
He only spoke once when he sat on the edge of the bed, facing the window and not the blonde. "Zis is an echo of ze hospital, isn't it? Different circumstances, a little more private, but a role reversal of ze same instance." Alois didn't protest it outside of his usual aversion toward physical proximity toward other humans, but such sentiments were long known to his roommate and general. Alex must've gleaned a lot from his steady outrage toward first learning of the war - Alois often found outright disdain and incredulity revealed more about a person than open honesty allowed.
While Alois listened, his finger absently strayed toward his ear, where the metal claw he wore made contact with a stainless steel plug, and scraped along its rim to produce a familiar humming sensation. The monotonous scratching provided a simple backdrop to Alex's initial explanation, and he tapped the jewelry once Alex finished with his apprehension toward considering Johnathan's youma form. "I can make zose deductions on my own, as long as I can find him in ze rift - provided I know how he was when human." Thus he formed a more polite way of stating, get on with it.
And in preparation for a long and winding tale, he hoisted his legs atop the bed and rested one ankle atop the other. He still hadn't taken his boots off.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 8:51 pm
Yes, change garnered through pain. The senshi and knights didn't appear to go through that - and yet they had power. He didn't think they earned it, not like the officers who served chaos, so that made them weaker in his opinion. They were strong - yes. But not as strong as those within the Negaverse who had to survive what pain to gain in rank?
"I've never been good at languages Alois. I'm working on French slowly." He answered with a light smile, eyes focused on the other. As he observed the dark haired ale and how the candle light danced across the others fair skin. He had always liked how candle light danced across various things and the shadows it cast, it wasn't romantic but alluring in some manner, and so watching the light play against the others flesh was pleasing for the blond. "But thank you for defining that for me." He would never learn German, not that he had any plans to try, but he was content to listen to Alois speak the rougher sounding language as well as his accented English. Should he even offer to help him with his English? Would it even work? He doubted it.
As Alois sat he nodded his head slowly, very slowly, to the others words. "Yeah...I suppose." A reverse of roles -yes. It was although he wasn't as injured as Alois had been then. This wasn't the worst of the injuries he'd obtained in this war and it also wasn't the first, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He was sure that as long as this war went on he'd find himself injured time and time again - another thing he'd long ago accepted and gotten used to.
"The first time I met him I thought he was nothing but an idiot with too much energy - not fit for this life. I still don't think he was entirely fit for it...but not for the same reason." He started finally. Normally he thought out his words but here he didn't; Alexandre just spoke what he felt and thought. "He was in the park draining from the homeless there...acting like a hyper ninja. Somewhere, somehow, we became friends and he started to hang around more often. It wasn't something I'd planned or even imagined happening but we both were training under Painite back then." Those days had been simpler somehow. Even though he'd been weaker it had been simpler - less dangerous. He'd also been mentally, and emotionally, weaker. He'd come a long way from those long passed nights. A young Lieutenant who was cold and didn't want to deal with people like Bazzite...who wanted to convince a senshi to their side and gave into a moment of weakness. He'd learned his lessons and changed - evolved.
"I don't know how it changed, even thinking back on it now, but Johnathan I think started to come to me more. Apparently he was talking to his mother about me more also - which is how he came to living with me and Lily." Lily, who Alois had never met but he had spoken about many times to and around him. He doubted Alois would like her much but maybe they could bond over the piano, if given the time? He wasn't so sure though.
"I knew Johnathan was innocent to the point of being blind and naive - terribly so. I don't think he knew much, if anything, about dating much less anything beyond that." By that he meant sex but those words just didn't, couldn't, pass the blonds lips. As he settled back into his pillows and shifted a bit, propping himself up straighter, his slate hued eyes didn't waver from the others seated figure. The shoes Alois wore, boots really, were ignored in favor of what he was saying. If he stopped he might not be able to continue; might not want to.
"Johnathan sought to please people, everyone, and was easy to take advantage of if you sought to do so. It seems, from what I learned after he moved in, that his mother was rarely home - working too many hours. His father was sick - dying - and Johnathan had no real social life. He had taken the household duties upon himself - bills, cooking, cleaning, laundry - everything. He hid his pain behind his smiles and easy going nature. The person who sought to please everyone knew little else aside from that and perhaps pain.." Here he paused to breath, a small pause for Alois to also speak if he wished to. Surely Alois understood the sort of strength Johnathan had, understood the mask he wore. What would the other say though?
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 9:50 pm
While Alois listened, he procured his switchblade suddenly and depressed the spring-loaded mechanism. With the blade displayed, he began meticulously carving out the dirt beneath his nails in a practiced motion, though he considered altogether cutting them off. Too long, now, they reminded him of when his father often chided that he looked womanly. His hands looked womanly. His hands, bereft of work callouses and dirt from traditional activities. His hands, too pale and thin for a man's hands. Fingers too long, color too pale. Faults heaped on faults. But it didn't matter now - he set his jaw harshly and dug further beneath the nail, just up against the bed.
"Painite, eh?" Alois interjected distractedly. "I met her once. Sought she was hot." But, if memory served, she dropped off his radar soon afterward. Too much happened in his life to keep tabs... But if Benitoite trained under her, then maybe his general had more to offer than a pretty face and a thick pole. But the blonde referenced more than his guidance under Painite - Bazzite subscribed to those very tactics as well.
The misanthrope found it curious - though he knew little of Painite, he hadn't imagined her the type to train those so deluded by their own trite interests to believe themselves ninjas. Maybe she found it endearing. Benitoite must've found something of merit within the obviously addlebrained boy, else he wouldn't form a friendship with him. Maybe Alois recognized that endearing spark in the youma, too, as part of his interest in devolving the convention training exercise into a slaughterhouse addressed inviting Bazzite into Destiny City once more. But the misanthrope wondered if those idiosyncrasies he found entertaining would simply grate on his nerves if he met the boy as a human.
Alexandre continued, and Alois listened while still focused on his task. small, curled flecks of dirt descended into his lap, where he brushed them away absently. "Yes, you and ze mystical Lily," came his borderline caustic response.
Finally Alois dug too deep beneath the nail in his ever persnickety pursuit of every last discolored fleck, and cut beneath the nail bed abruptly. The german hissed and drew his finger away, watching while a bead of blood swelled to significant size. It dropped into his lap before he could control the damage. Alois dropped the knife onto the bed and cut off circulation to his injured finger instead. "Damned dirt," he muttered softly. Once content with the staunched bleeding, Alois responded more readily. "From ze sound of it, you must'f fancied him. I can't imagine why you'd find interest in some obviously immature, overactif' dolt, but zat's irrelevant. You wanted to date him, didn't you? You wanted it, but he hadn't even matured to zat point. So tell me - did you really youmafy your lof'e interest, Alex? A little unrequited, don't you sink? And I sought my luck was bad..." He laughed darkly.
"He might'f made an excellent minion, had he stayed human," Alois concluded harshly. "I'f read of ze type before - ze tragic figure zat does little wrong, only holds good intentions, yet ze fate constantly slights him. But everyone has bad intentions, Alex. Bad soughts, bad inclinations. It's what qualifies zem as real. What I'm getting at is, srough your glowing praise of zis boy, I haf' no real understanding of him. He has no faults, and zus, no bearing in my mind. A little disappointing, but storytelling isn't for everyone." Alois poked the tip of the blonde's nose with his middle finger, leaving a splotch of smeared blood in its wake. "At least I haf' a little history, for ze next time I run across your youma." Alois then sucked the blood off the end of his finger, fully aware of the vulgar gesture he posed toward the blonde.
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 11:03 pm
"Mmm...Painite indeed. She wasn't what she is now - not quiet at least. She has become..." Searching for a word he finally decided upon one which he felt best described what he was thinking. "Driven to say the least. She goes more for the kill and in a bigger way than before. That's to say that she's changed and lost her care for the few rules we have and had." He said this with a roll of his shoulders as he leaned forward, just a bit, seemingly in order to watch the other attack dirt under his nails. Alexandre himself suffered from dirt under his nails; how could he not given his thing for plants?
He scrubbed and cleaned his fingers when he showered though, he didn't go digging about with a knife. He had nail clippers in the bathroom which got put to good use; he didn't go to some nail salon and have his nails tended to. They were of little concern to him; just something else to keep clean not well groomed. They would only get dirty every day to other day, whenever he stuck his hands into dirt and tended his plants, so it was one thing which he could do but didn't. A little bit of self pampering which was not on his list of things to spend money on.
As Alois continued he watched and listened to the other before jolting, with shock, as the other apparently nicked himself. He didn't move, didn't go to help, but rather watched the other even as he carefully leaned back into his pillows to observe the other tend to his bleeding finger.
It was when Alois came to the idea that he'd fancied Bazzite that he broke out laughing. Dizzy, lightheadedness aside he threw his head back laughing loudly. Eyes closed as an arm wrapped about his mid section. "Fancied him? Hardly! He's not my type. If anything he was like an innocent younger sibling - something to be protected. He was as innocent as a chibi senshi. He came to be crying when he thought he needed to kill in order to be promoted to Captain. The very idea shook him to the core...I became something of a protector for him. His mother told him to move in with me so he didn't see his fathers continued decline - I swore I would keep him safe - and I did mean it." And yet...and yet he'd failed oh so horribly and in such a grand scale.
Staring at the other he shook his head. "Perhaps the wrong he did was try and be too nice to the enemy. He didn't get it...he understood what he was told but not fully." Having calmed from his fit of laughter, taking a few moments for his stomach to ease. At this point he even managed to try and go cross eyed to stare at the tip of his nose and the blood which surely was there. "He let himself get beaten up by them - he tried. But again he fell short he was weak in fighting although he was enthusiastic. His fault was his good nature - a huge flaw. He wasn't suited to fight and couldn't handle the idea of killing. He didn't kill, or want to, till almost the end. From everything I observed, heard, and learned he didn't have bad thoughts. I think, if he could have, he'd have wanted to play games with the enemy - and not the sort you enjoy so much." He stated with a mischievous, perhaps even dark, smile at the other. Shifting he moved till he was on his hands and knees on his bed and managed to crawl over to the other and sat himself right in front of Alois.
Reaching out with one hand he snatched the others finger and decided to lean in just enough to lick the tip clean of any blood which might be there. "He had his flaws, we all do."
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 10:53 pm
Alois bristled upon the blonde's vociferous denial of his assertion. "How was I supposed to know? Ze way you go on about him, it's obvious zat you cared far more zan what was expected. Somesing must'f happened, youmafication aside - so don't go laughing in my face about it." The misanthrope quickly tired of meticulously guarding himself against potential attacks, and slackened its upkeep around Alexandre - only for the blonde to take advantage of the opening. Alois sighed and pressed the heel of his hand against his eye socket; he hadn't a decent retort prepared, so he now had two reasons to chide himself for failure.
Somehow still surprisingly enough, Alexandre passed over that instance without further drilling. Instead he focused on his ex-companion's inability to fight, as well as the bleeding heart he possessed in light of murder. But Alois lacked all ability to sympathize, especially to a stranger that he only knew as an overlarge insect of a youma. Perhaps a ghost of Samsa himself, das Ungeziefer, that now dwelled in the Rift as a scavenger among scraps of the past. "Effort does not ensure success," came his simple response. Where the boy failed before, in combat prowess and ability to steel himself against killing, youmafication remedied those faults. Considering those improvements, Alois wondered why their superiors elected to punish Benitoite, for he corrected the critical drawbacks that stymied the boy's usefulness.
Those thoughts only highlighted the fundamental difference in thinking between himself and their superiors, though that gap might extend to the rest of the Negaverse. Perhaps they valued his goals on a superficial scale, for his interest in expanding the Negaverse played directly into their standing in the war, but beyond that... Alois lacked all interest in public relations or tact when operating as an officer - for war couldn't afford such luxuries, not in his eyes.
On rare occasions, the blonde surprised him - whether in conversation or otherwise. For the most part, he fell into a predictable pattern of subdued irritation when Alois littered in his potted plants, or the same tired exclamations when Alois smoked by the window in his room. He even followed a pattern upon initial greetings, always with the inquiries toward his well-being or a vapid interest in Alois' questionable intentions for the moment. For those many instances, Alois found him painfully drab, even outright boring sometimes. It sparked the cycle for his constant pranks, as a means to keep Alexandre above the state of being a perpetual irritant.
But his roommate's behavior took an unusual and unique turn, thus successfully jarring Alois' thoughts and drawing him back toward reality. He watched with avid interest before finally quirking a brow at the boy, as if he finally deduced the blonde's intentions. "Speaking of flaws, you're preying on one of mine." Without elaborating, Alois seized his roommate's hand in his own, successfully smearing the last dregs of blood across his normally pale and meticulously manicured skin. A quick tug brought the blonde closer, and Alois leaned in to usurp his lips as well. Like aggression written in tongues, he found no use in holding back.Sleet Tempest Snape can prob conclude here because we know where this is headed
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