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 Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2014 7:49 pm
Were all corruptions this draining, or was it because he was actually attempting to be careful, he wondered to himself, as he watched the new Lieutenant get a handle on his new life. It wasn’t just his attire that changed, and he knew that from this day forward, his friend Kor would never be the same, nor would Laine. A name had whispered into his ear during the process and still rung clear in his head, despite the screams and his growing exhaustion. He had said names, and Buddingtonite spoke the name that was on his lips, before he could forget. “Welcome to the Negaverse, Lieutenant Rutile.”
He wondered for a moment if the name was given by Queen Metallia herself, or if he had simply been naming them off the top of his head this whole time. It would be a mystery, but maybe for not much longer, if he played his cards right.
“Oh, and you can call me General Buddingtonite, my good friend… or, if that name is a mouthful to you, then you’re more than welcomed to call me by my civilian name when we are not in powered company,” Buddingtonite said, his face melting into a rather mischievous grin, as he confessed in an almost teasingly sensual tone. When he was absolutely, positively certain that no one was there, he spoke the name in a hearty whisper, almost as though giving away his safety word. “Richard.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2014 9:15 pm
He looked up at his new name. Rutile. That sounded right. Standing on his own now, he gave the other Negaverse agent a grin and murmured his name. "Buddingtonite... That's.. a long name." Rutile put his hands on his hips and just tugged at his new shirt, feeling the weight of the belts on it, listening to the jingle. While tired, he felt... different, powerful. Like he could actually do what he set out to do.
Then the name Richard was purred out and his heart nearly stopped. What. He stared at the man long hard hard and just shook his head. "I don't believe you," he whispered back, squinting. Though.. That purr sent a familiar jolt through him and .. "Okay, maybe I do. ..Are you really?" Did he really find the one person he knew to turn him over to this dark side?
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2014 10:40 pm
“Long name, but suiting, don’t you think? If you want, you can call me Buddy, or General Buddy, should you wish to uphold some illusion of seniority in the ranks between us,” Buddingtonite said, certain that he was sporting one of the most sadistic, s**t-eating-grins that any person claiming themselves to be human could wear. He was certain that exposing his identity so easily might have been a foolish move, but he was certain that Kor… no, Rutile, now, wouldn’t go blabbing it out, especially if he knew what was good for him, and truthfully he couldn’t help himself. In lieu of Rutile’s disbelief, he could only think of one thing to do, and in all honesty, he welcomed the idea of powering down now. That corruption REALLY exhausted him! “You know what they say? Seeing is believing? Well, if you don’t believe me after this, then I got nothing…”
He snapped his fingers, even though the action was completely unnecessary. Much in life was considered such, so why would that ever stop Buddingtonite now? With a snap of his fingers, the heavy soldat coat that was gifted to him by the cosmic tailor disappeared, and standing before Rutile was Richard Moreau, sporting an equally thick coat though not nearly as stylish, and he immediately found himself wanting to migrate to Rutile’s side for warmth. “See? What did I tell you? Would I ever lie to you, my friend?”
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2014 9:18 pm
And then Buddingtonite was gone and Richard was there. The familiar, handsome red-head that had won a piece of his heart with his odd behavior, love of sex, and kind nature. He shook his head at the question and just gave something of a tired laugh before closing his eyes. "Well it's honestly a relief that.. I found one of my best friends for this, isn't it? Now." He nudged Richard and just leaned against him hard. "How do I power down and you... can probably just call Laine and leave me here. ..We.. you know..." He laughed again and winced, rubbing his chest because it still hurt something bad. He took a deeper breath and then looked the man over. "We probably need to talk her and I."
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Posted: Sat Dec 27, 2014 9:48 pm
"What can I say? It's a small world we live in, no?" Richard said with a beaming, but most definitely cunning smile, and at that moment he finally understood what his brother found so appealing about practical jokes. That sense of satisfaction when one looked at the victim's face after the prank was pulled with both mean-spirited and joyous all at once. Perhaps he should participate in them more often? "And allow me to say that I am so very relieved that you're now part of our flock, my dear Rutile. To think... if our enemy got you first, then the heartache that dear Laine and I would feel... I can't imagine it!"
He didn't pretend to swoon, however, as that was all a little too true. He had been extremely careful in his friend's corruption and apparently that seemed to exhaust more energy than he would have liked, and when he asked to power down, he shook his head. He reached for his friend's shoulder and sought to lean against it, masking his exhaustion with a sensual sigh. "Before we do that, however... perhaps you wouldn't mind offering your good friend a drink and then a trip home? I'd like to spend one last night snuggling with you before you leave me for dear Laine forever and ever..."Saint Sergio I think we're good to be wrapping this up now, yes?
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2014 9:35 am
"Very small indeed," Rutile murmured slowly. "I've caused her enough heartache. I don't want her getting hurt anymore. I hate it." Rutile's voice was low and gravely in Richard's ear. As much as he wanted to say yes, yes to everything Richard said, Rutile shook his head and groaned. He was so tempting. Tilting his head to the side, he leaned in and kissed the man slowly, cupping his cheek and thumbed under his eye. Rutile knew this wouldn't be the last kiss they had, wouldn't be the last offer of cuddling and spending the night with him. Those green eyes opened and he gave him a tiny kiss compared to the one they'd just shared. "As much as I'd love to say yes? ...Laine's gonna be pissed enough as it is since... I snuck out of the house. But I can text you when I get home so you know I'm safe." He nudged the other's face with his nose before shifting to straighten up again. Before he knew it, Kor's exhaustion got the better of him and he powered down to what Richard was used to, dreads down around him, a sleepy, dopey grin on his face. "Go on... I need to call her and let her come yell at me."
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2014 11:43 pm
Richard felt as though he had just been lured into a trap and bamboozled, and in his exhausted state, he did absolutely nothing to hide it. In fact, in his tired state, the affects of his tantrum were only amplified, and with the way he pushed himself off of Kor -- Kor, yes, because he had managed to power down on his own accord -- and flailed his arms about, one would think he had energy to spare, and maybe he did. If only to fuss at his friend.
"Oh, I see how it is then... make me give you the dark gift and tell me to leave so that you can hang out with your little lady, don't even think of inviting me! Fine... I get it, two's a couple, three's a crowd. I see how it is!" Richard said, his voice wavering and looking so truly distraught that one could have mistaken him for being sincere. For Richard, it could have easily been sincere, and he carried on, waving his hand in a dismissive manner to Kor and trying so very, very hard not to smile or let him see his smile. "No, no, I understand perfectly. Very well, give me a call when you get home then. I probably won't answer though... I'll be laying on my couch, with only my hounds and a pint of ice cream to comfort me! Farewell, Kor!"
And with that, he spun around and prepared to storm away, his put-out act completely ruined by the swaying of his body and he barely caught himself from falling flat onto the pavement. He managed to steady himself, of course, but the laugh that escaped was short lived, and his pace quickened to flee from the shame and the teasing that might have came his way from his friend.
You're a horrible friend... you doomed him to a life of misery and pain!
He scoffed, muttering aloud and not knowing or caring if Kor heard him as he left. "No, I gave him what he wants, and giving Laine who she deserves... I'm the best of friends..."Saint Sergio And that is a wrap from me, babyeeeeee!
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