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 Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2016 11:29 pm
The pain was slowly ebbing, and Remarque was confident that he had the upper hand while observing the Prince in such a state, but he refrained. Even if he was pretty sure he had a good opening to return the kick from earlier. "You deserved it," he muttered, but he had a different topic in mind. "The way you talk about your would-be rulers is reassuring. Perhaps you are not totally obnoxious."
Such was still open for debate. Remarque had found very little redeeming qualities in him, except that he was adept at fighting.
Even if it was dirty.
"…The way you fought makes me think you might be fairly decent at it. And yet, it seems you've not come out of your scrapes in one piece, before."
His own wings seemed to flex behind him, opening up a bit. He was rubbing it in Castor's face that his were fine, even if he didn't say anything about it.
"Do you need some time to take care of that?" he asked, gesturing towards the mangled limb. His other hand was curled at his side as he tried to maintain even breathing. "…How do you fix it?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2016 3:22 am
Castor grunted, doing his best not to move the mangled limb more than needed. As long as he didn't use it- he might not scream in pain. Might. "Kickboxing, fighting thugs, growing up Hillworth. You know, just the basics." Blues eyes looked to the black wings, scowling as the other prince stretched them out. Rub it in his face- yea it was something he rather enjoyed. Bweing shown up by someone who's wings were not broken. a*****e. He didn't reach up for his wing, letting it hang limp and relaxed on him. "Not much that can be done. It stays until I power down or- well."He closed his eyes as he thought about. "Get cut or ripped off. Given they feel and act ling limbs I don't want to experience that." His pain was mounting but- "Speaking of which ******** this just ******** it." He shifted to his eternal form, reaching back to sooth his hand over where the wing had been attached. "Still don't know what you think- You for the negaverse and their so called peace with you guys, or are you smarter than the average senshi?" The crux of the matter.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2016 12:03 am
Remarque did not seem to judge him for powering down to his eternal form. He watched Castor, and listened, and then shifted to his eternal form as well.
There was no point in exuding so much power if they weren't going to use it, and if they were going to have a pissing match, it was going to be on the same terms.
He could lie to Castor. He could tell him anything he wanted.
But the truth seemed like it would have been just a bit more satisfying. Even if Castor decided to run his mouth to try and screw him over, he'd have found a way to talk himself out of it.
Probably.
"The Negaverse has their agenda, and I have mine. The two are do not overlap. I am no fool. It is a benefit to our existence that they have not yet made targets of us, but there will come a day when they try to hunt us down, too. Their peace is a lie, and only they are foolish enough to believe it."
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2016 10:22 am
Castor's expression went from hostile to nearly friendly. "Haha. Figured. Senshi are senshi to them, not matter what side of the fence they're on. I might have issues with you guys being.. Chaos fueled, but end game, it's the negaverse to worry about, given their plans to commit genocide on us. That said-" He debated but in the end, it was a benefit to them both. "Same deal I offered Leto. I won't go after any of you or your Dark Mirrors, you keep out of my way when it comes to my own plans. End game, Earth can rot. I want us to be back on our own worlds. To have our homes again. Senshi being here isn't how things should be. It wasn't supposed to be like this."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 10:47 pm
Remarque watched Castor's expression change with mild interest, though there was a clear trace of confusion and suspicion on his.
Deals, he liked. When he trusted the one he was making a deal with. Castor was too new to him for Remarque to really trust him, but it seemed like they had something they could agree on, even if it was mutual dislike of the Negaverse.
He mulled over the fact that Castor had apparently offered this deal to Leto—something they hadn't ever really discussed—but slowly found himself shrugging. It was not a no, but it was as close to a yes as he was willing to give while he pondered.
"Getting into space is a priority we share, then." Only, he wasn't so keen to abandon Earth. He knew it was a possible casualty, but he could only hope that the senshi could stand their own and beat back the Negaverse. Having a Plan B off world was priority—and would have helped them in the long run even if the world wasn't destroyed.
"Although, you will forgive me if I make it very clear that any agreement that comes between is does not leave your lips for another. I require a certain amount of secrecy in what deals I make. The Negaverse, of course, would see this as quite problematic. And," he shrugged. "Forgive me if I see them as a bigger threat than you. I will agree to your deal under the condition that you do not speak of it."
It didn't seem like he really had that much to lose, anyway; he was only marginally interested in whatever the Prince's plans were, and he figured if they were too obscene, those closest to him would find a way to stop him. "Though," he added a moment later, "If you expect me to stay out of your way, that will require you telling me what exactly your plans are."
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 8:35 pm
Castor laughed, a wash of amusement clear as his expression. "Done and done. My arraignment with Leto lends me a bit of credibility, but it also doesn't do well overall. Keeping our deal secret if much better than tossing it around." He waved his hand as if to express it wasn't as big of a deal as it was. "My plans however-" There was merit in telling the dark prince but, there was also risk. His plans depended on him being able to one day make the case for change, but unless he could get all the pieces into place, nothing would matter. "I want us to survive." Simply the cause, and perhaps, it might help. "I don't know how much you know of our rebirth cycles, but my theory is that Earth is one of the last if the last place in which senshi might be reborn. Normally, we should be born on our worlds, but obviously, that's not the case. Chaos, and I mean this as a force not as an individual, is something that takes life and destroys. Order maintains and rebuilds. Right now, chaos is using the negaverse as its hand to remove senshi. Our worlds survive- though lifeless they might be they have potential. If we die however? Our worlds go undefended, they stagnant. And if our world is consumed?" He left the question open ended, hoping Remarque would catch on. "Restoring our worlds isn't just a matter having a home- it's making sure we last to see our homes. So my goal is to make sure we survive. To see those that Metallia has corrupted free from her control. Because while you and the dark mirrors might be of chaos, you are under you're own power. They are not." "I want us to be what we were born to be."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2016 10:49 pm
Remarque's expression was unreadable as he listened, but when Castor was done speaking, he nodded. "A good plan," he said after a moment. "I don't disagree with any of it. You're wise to target those under Metallia's rule."
It was beneficial to Remarque in many ways, both because it meant he had less to deal with from the Order Senshi and because it did help solve a problem of his.
"I don't like it. I don't like the way she gets into their heads. I don't like the way they can't think for themselves. In the Dark Mirror Court, you have free will, at least. There?" He shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I used to have people I could trust. But I doubt their integrity. I hear reports. Whispers. There's a strained alliance between the Dark Mirror Court and the Negaverse. We're supposed to be at a truce, at least. But the youma still attack us. Agents still attack us. I have to wonder how many of the Dark Mirror Senshi disappeared because the Negaverse had some hand in it."
He hadn't been able to prove anything, but the suspicion was there.
"So, you do what you have to do. Let me know what you find. I'll keep looking around Mirrorspace. There's more to it than we've discovered. Ares could use a mirror to get into space, but she's long gone and I wouldn't accept her help even if she came back and offered it on a silver platter." There was an obvious bitterness in his voice when he thought of her, but he didn't dwell on her. "So if you fail, maybe we'll have something."
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