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 Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 10:36 pm
"Your fate is not up to me, Lellouch. I do not welcome or admonish your deas'. But since you're so interested in bringing it about at a fast pace..." Bischofite grinned mercilessly. In taking his hand, she exhibited a trust that the misanthrope often grew fond of - the misplaced kind. With her fate now irrevocably tied to his, their surroundings soon dissipated into a blackened haze of stars spanning around a bleak rooftop. Bischofite regained his new footing with relative ease and hoisted the trusting senshi over the lip, where a vast expanse of wall stretched toward the distant streets below.
"Lellouch. If nossing else, you must learn to trust your allies to ze same extent as you trust your enemies. It is somesing I learned srough trial and error - for my implicit trust in Buddingtonite led me directly to my demotion. I considered my allies in distant neutral standing, at ze time - zough zey harbor an aversion for my messods, zey do not overtly cross me. Occasionally I met ze rare officer who found it prudent to bend zeir will to mine, and perhaps zat capitulation formed ze basis for my downfall. Ze speculation behind it matters little; in ze end, your allies amount to nossing more zan enemies engaged in deadly subterfuge." Bischofite regarded the blonde in a caustic glare, his face stoic yet gaze alight in cold fury.
Initially his grip tightened on her hand to a painful extent; he felt the bones shift and cluster beneath his force. "By taking my hand in blind trust, you forfeit your life." Finally he let go, stepping away from the precipice just far enough to shimmer out of existence once more.
Far below, at the foot of the building, the general's gloved hand grasped a black street lamp flickering over the blacktop. He looked skyward, scanning the dimly-lit building for a free-falling figure streaking past innumerable windows. A slow grin splayed across his features as he drew breath in wonder. With a mild simper, Bischofite strode toward the base of the building.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 10:31 pm
Welp. That had definitely been a bad decision. She had ******** up by taking his hand. And both she, and the forming knot in her stomach both knew it. There were probably not enough words to describe just how stupid if an idea taking his hand had been. She hissed as her had was squeezed, and Lellouch found she was really glad that wasn't her bad hand. He wouldn't right? Except he would. That ******** she dropped, her stomach did too. If there was ever a time for Lellouch to think fast, now was that time. Her hands, despite one being a bit of a bum at the moment, scraped at the exterior of the building for anything to grab purchase on. And maybe it was through sheer dump luck or some other force, Lellouch managed to snag the lip of a window sill. The sudden stop caused her body to jerk and to swing, and Lellouch couldn't stop herself in time to keep her head from connecting with the rough brick exterior. A pained yelp escaped her, and she was pretty sure she was bleeding. Either that or her hair was magically changing colors from blonde to a really nasty looking shade of orange. The blonde hung there for a minute, just breathing before trying to get some sort of footing. She wasn't sure if she suddenly hated the earlier idea of ditching her boots in the alley. While the rough texture hurt her feet, she wasn't sure she could work with the boots enough to get anything to begin with, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise.. It took some doing but Lellouch eventually made it back to street level, where she promptly collapsed into a heap on her back, her bad hand flying to the scars on her arm. Her body shook, with some odd mix of adrenaline and panic. And when when the blonde was absolutely sure there weren't bones and muscle sticking out of her appendage did her breathing seem to slow. Then oddly enough she let out a small laugh. "Now there's something I never though I'd do again.. How much of a drop do you think that is? From the roof to the street I mean?" She panted.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 3:45 pm
Bischofite watched with feverish interest as Lellouch, by some rare stroke of luck, narrowly avoided a lethal fall. She crept across various jutting surfaces, precipices, and forced fingers into crevasses to manage her way down, and eventually lighted atop solid ground without grievous injury. Maybe he found it marginally disappointing, but the general only watched her in silence as she entertained a small laugh at the affair. Bischofite, however, exhibited no outward indications of his feelings; he stood in stoic quietude while he observed the would-be stain.
"A hundred sixty-seven feet," he answered abruptly, gaze stretching toward the top of the building, its lip merely a pinprick in the sky. "Sixteen stories."
When the feathered general turned his attention to the blonde, his golden gaze fell with far more weight than before. He regarded her coldly, distantly - as if their games only moments before never truly precipitated. "Lellouch. Perhaps you find it exhilarating to be dropped from a building. Zis is not my concern. It was not my goal to entertain you on a ludicrous whim, but to offer a lesson as you had requested before. However..."
Shifting, Bischofite started toward the blonde in slow circles, never once hesitating to touch her. During his revolutions around the corrupted senshi, the feathered general kept his gaze fixated away from her. "You'f proven zat you cannot grasp ze qualities zat I teach. By falling down a building, you're petulantly absorbed in your fortunes, or even ze adrenaline stemming from ze event, and you lose sight of ze cerebral lessons just beyond what you experienced. If you find it beyond your abilities to digest such stark philosophies, zen relegate yourself to ze same b***h work zat suits Natron so well. Perhaps you could solicit him for some advice - as I am sure you will find it more palatable zan convoluted topics taught wis' near deas' experiences.
"Make no mistake of me, Lellouch - despite my seeking entertainment, rearing capable soldiers is no game. If you cannot produce ze aptitude I require, zen I see no reason in humbling your side of ze bet."
Bischofite halted just before the blonde, and leaned forward until his slightest breath brushed against her lips. His frigid gaze fixated on her blue eyes, utterly unmoved by her ability to preserve her own life. "You are a child, Lellouch."
With his evaluation complete, Bischofite parted company from the beleaguered corrupt, and in a short series of leaps, crested the ornate architecture of a nearby hotel. "Call me when you're ready to grow up," came his final goodbye as he departed into the cool night air.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 11:11 pm
Damn... That was definitely higher then the last time she had pulled a similar stunt. "I don't like it." Lellouch muttered. "I've done it once before. I wasn't exactly looking to repeat what happened last time." Assuming it would have the same results. If she were that lucky. There were many difference between this time and then. She cocked a curious brow as he began to circle her only to hiss and flinch at the random touches. "Again, teach me what I need to learn then. So that I grasp and see what I need to." However at the mention of Natron her eyes narrowed back at the General. "I am nothing like that idiot." She hissed back at him. The blonde didn't even like being around him as much as she was. There was no way she'd ask that idiot for advice on how to do things. Wait, what?Had she just gone through all that, on top of what she'd already had to deal with tonight, for nothing?"I can do-" Lellouch was caught by surprise when Bischofite leaned in close. Super close... really really close. "...It" she muttered as she blinked back at him. Then all of a sudden she was staring at empty space as he left. God ******** damn it. Aeeth THIS IS HORRIBLE AND IM SORRY I TOOK FOREVER ON THIS BUT ATLEAST ITS DONE? Why the hell do you put up with me.
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