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 Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2015 10:46 pm
The entire Senshi gig was a morass of never-ending confusion for Elsa, and it felt like everything he learned just made it moreso. "I was, uh, definitely born on Earth," he said. Last he'd checked, at least, unless he was meant to be some sort of strange construct from beyond the stars implanted with human memories.
Well. That was a creepy thought. "I don't think we're invading anything, though, I mean, I definitely don't have world domination orders. Maybe Order does? But I must've missed that memo." Wow, was that really what the Negaverse thought of Senshi on the whole? No wonder relations were so tense - expecting an invading army would put anyone on edge. And he could insist he personally had no interest in such things all he wanted, but that didn't mean he could speak for every Senshi ever. If even a few wanted that, it validated the premise, and...people were people. s**t. Human beings in a mob, et cetera.
At least there was the promise of further communication, of continuing this odd little personal-level alliance. Whatever speculation they could bounce between themselves was useless without further information. He'd seen false stories spread like wildfire because they were appealing, and he was not fond of the idea of being the spark.
"I'll let you know if I find anything, too - talking to the more experienced Dark Mirrors, seeing what I can dig up on my own." One day he'd be able to access Mirrorspace properly, and that would be its own wealth of information. "I'm Levi Burningham, out of uniform - I'm studying at DCU but, uh, doyou have a cellphone? I can give you my number, that'd probably be the easiest way." The concept of having contact with someone else who had an interest in sorting through this as much as he did was sort of thrilling. There were answers to be found, and damn it, he would find them.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 9:22 am
That was an interesting revelation. Born on earth? So were their kind reproducing here now? Or were senshi more an added facet to the life as Negaverse powers? By that same logic, then, Umber himself would not be considered human. It mattered little, in the end - each were animals, and destined to hunt one another.
Slate would've been one to tease the man, he knew - something about eyeing Elsa closely and questioning if he was telling the truth - but Umber harbored no such interest in giving Elsa a difficult time. "I would believe that." He found no reason to needlessly complicate their tenuous alliance, regardless - what good would it offer to suspect him? "I think you would be believing very differently if world domination was on your mind." And Elsa, thankfully, abstained from attacking on sight as other senshi might do. The blonde Mirrored one seemed only a breath away from striking him down upon first meet, and that wariness still haunted him.
"Shale Blackwell," he offered in return. "I don't have a cell phone yet, but I'll get one soon. I'm finding that it's a necessity to survive in the city." And routing all calls to Porsha's cell phone hadn't worked out well in the world of job-searching. This type of call, however, he wanted to keep private - not to hide their deal from Xenotime, but for security and peace of mind in regards to Elsa. Umber wagered that hearing an unfamiliar female on the line and having to explain why he was looking for Shale might call off the alliance altogether. "But pay phones still exist, so I can call with what I find. I often spend a lot of time in the library near the university, too, if you wanted to meet in person." Each had distinguishing features that set themselves apart from crowds, at least - Levi with his unique hair, and Shale sporting a facial tattoo. The crowds should not hinder them terribly.
"It is nice to have met you." A platitude, perhaps, but sincere.Noir Songbird wrap with number exchange?
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2015 3:53 pm
It was, strangely, a relief that Umber accepted his explanation so readily. Elsa certainly had plenty of experience with people unwilling to examine what they were told and accepting it as blind truth. He spent a lot of time arguing, and sometimes he just punched them, which didn't actually fix anything (usually) but sure as hell made him feel better.
But with Umber he was lucky, and he knew it. The man was willing to listen, to consider what he was saying, and to accept that he was being truthful. So betwene the two of them maybe they could come up with some decent answers from their varying sides, and start putting together more of a picture of the war, or at least the war as told by their respective sides.
So he nodded - he'd just have to remember to answer to unfamiliar numbers, because it might be Shale. "Alright, let me get you my number then," he said. He powered back down, patting his pockets for any sort of writing material. Fortunately there was a pen and a stack of post-it notes he'd shoved in his pocket at some point, and so he wrote down his number quickly and offered it to the Captain. "We'll meet in the library sometime, maybe grab a study room, compare notes?" It seemed the best idea.
"Running into you was probably the closest thing to a stroke of luck I've had," he said, and he meant it. "At least there's somebody else who's interested in what the hell is going on here."
What they could actually figure out was up in the air, but at least they were trying. And surely they would learn something.
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