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 Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 5:46 pm
Skye Starrfyre Feel free to wrap this up! And hit me up for more RP!
The Senshi screamed; her voice more strained, more desperate than angry. Zhou Yi did not flinch but stared at him with unwavering eyes as he came towards her, she would have not been able to avoid a hit even if he had attacked her - She was done, broken, ready to collapse. Blood reached her foot and seeped between her toes; the ache returning as the white hot agony she had experienced evaporated from her nerves.
She stepped backwards; her eyes remaining on the Captain. "Die." She cursed him; before turning tail and running off with a limp.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 6:02 pm
He stood there for a moment, trying to catch his breath as she ran. His head was swimming. His chest ached. He gasped, stumbling back to lean against the alley wall, trying to push everything out of his head. If he had been able to focus at all he would have felt the Chaos aura that had drawn closer as the scuffle had escalated. He might have noticed that it had lingered even as the senshi had fled. He might have tried to flee himself. Instead, Captain Richterite was left to face his shame. T e b i k ii Thank you so much! I definitely will! <3
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2016 5:37 pm
He’d seen the interaction between the two. How the senshi was in the grasp of the Captain’s hands. How he was so close to taking her starseed and crushing her. And yet… something happened. Something Jet hadn’t expected. Something that set his blood on fire.
Jet drew one of his knives drawn from subspace. He’d been on his way home and had stopped when he’d heard the commotion, wanting to see if the other Captain might need help. But no. He let her go.
“What did you do?!” Jet growled from the other end of the alley, gripping tightly to the knife handle with his one good arm. The other was in a sling, having been broken by a senshi just earlier that month when he and many others of the Negaverse had been captured and tortured. “Do you have… any idea…??”
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2016 8:31 pm
He heard the question but he didn't react to it. Not immediately, at least. Captain Richterite stood there, eyes empty and unfocused while staring at the asphalt. The voice was asking him the same question that he was asking himself and he didn't have an answer -- not a good one, anyway. Richterite shifted against the wall, pushing himself away from it in order to straighten himself out so that he could face the consequences of his actions. A young man stood before him; another Captain, from the aura he was giving off. There was nothing familiar about him save for maybe the anger in his voice. He knew that anger. He had felt something close to that anger when he'd left his apartment that night and now -- He cringed as he eyed the other. He looked so young. How long had he been in the Negaverse? How long had he been a Captain? What would he do now with the information of what he had seen?
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2016 9:26 pm
Jet felt himself tense at the look he was given. What was that look?? What was that sadness in the other’s eyes? How could he possibly be sad when he let a senshi get away?? Who was this guy and why did he think he was better than anyone else? The one who got to decide who lived and who died?
“Answer me!” he shouted, and immediately regretted it. He hissed at the throb of pain in his chest. He was healing from when he’d been taken and tortured by senshi, just like the one the Captain let go, but he wasn’t healing as quickly as he would have liked.
“Do you not know what they’re capable of? What they’ve done?” he asked, his loyalty to the Negaverse so unwavering that he couldn’t imagine how someone could possibly give up the opportunity to snuff out one of their enemies.
“What’s your name, Captain?” he tried instead, but made sure to take in the Captain’s appearance. If he had to describe him in detail, he would!
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2016 9:48 pm
"Richterite." His voice quavered slightly as he shifted on his feet before straightening out once more. "Capitan Richterite, Information Division." He sounded better that time, finding it in himself to even out his tones. Do you know what they're capable of? He couldn't answer that. He did know, had seen when he has rescued Prehnite from the prison. Pointing out that one group wasn't the whole would do nothing to help him now, though.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2016 11:01 am
"Captain Richterite," Jet repeated, watching the man and his reactions. He seemed... Calm wasn't the right word, Jet decided as he watched the man as he shifted and straightened. Resigned seemed to be more appropriate. But resigned about what?
"What do you have to say for yourself? You know I'm going to have to report you," he informed the other, hoping that whatever reason he gave him would be good enough to overlook this act of treason. It wasn't as though he wanted to get his fellow officers in trouble, but he had a duty to uphold.
His own anger dissipated slightly, if only because he didn't understand how this man could stand there before him with nothing to say for himself.
"I have to ask you to come with me," he said finally, his knife still out and clutched in his good hand, but lowered by his side. He couldn't wait to get the cast off his other arm. He was still angry, of course, but if this guy had a reason... Jet couldn't imagine it happening, but he also couldn't say that a situation would have him reacting the same way.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2016 4:56 pm
Two paths were unfolding in front of him. The Captain had drawn his weapon, presumably with the intent to fight. The other man was wounded, however, and if it came down to a fight between them he was fairly certain he could use that to his advantage. Could, but wouldn't, no more than he had been able to finish off the task of pulling the senshi's starseed. If he chose to fight it would not end well. Someone would find out and he would be hunted. He would become the prey. The Captain had lowered his weapon and had sternly requested he come with him. He could fall in and assume responsibility for his actions; explain them to whatever authority the young man decided to turn him in to. If he chose this path he might have time to think up a way to talk himself out of it. He might be able to break it into pieces and rationalize what he couldn't pull together into clear thought now. I have to ask you to come with me. He nodded an agreement to the Captain's words, still silently resigned to following after him. That was his choice. That was the path that he would pick tonight out of the two that were laid out in front of him. He would receive no arguments and no resistance.
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