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 Posted: Wed May 25, 2016 11:50 am
"Navy," he admitted, although he didn't know why, as he drew in a long suffered breath. He rolled his eyes when asked about his dress blues, although since he already knew Caspian was ridiculous, it didn't really faze him.
"Doesn't really matter who I'm trying to convince, does it? You'll never see me again after tonight. I'll never see you, except maybe on the news when you're arrested. So what's the point?" he shrugged, glancing over his shoulder once more to make sure they weren't being followed.
"Besides. Doesn't it worry you? Hanging out with an older man in the middle of the night when there are terrorist and monsters in the city? I could be lying about everything and really be a serial killer." kuropeco I thought I tagged this!!!! QQ
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2016 8:27 pm
Caspian let out a long, low, appreciative whistle. "Navy uniforms look good on people," he said teasingly. "I'm sure with that hair of yours, I was right - you'd make a pretty picture all dressed up in your dress blues and all that jazz, right?"
He grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief. "How do you know you'll never see me again?" said Caspian, just because he was being purposefully obtuse. "I mean, we could actually be in the same neighborhood, or maybe belong to the same book club, or - " He gave a mock gasp. " - maybe I'll run across you one night while I'm out not getting arrested."
Caspian's shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, fingers secure around the strap of his bag. Truth be told, he probably should have been a little more wary of strangers, but, well, what was life without a little risk? And it sounded as though Michael had never taken a risk in his life.
"Those terrorists are lame shits," said Caspian, with a wave of his hand. "And you're far too nice to be a serial killer."
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 5:09 pm
Michael let out a short breath, an eyebrow rising as he glanced in Caspian’s direction. “I doubt that you’re from my neighborhood. And you know, Ted Bundy was a nice man, too. A real charmer,” he added casually, although there was no mirth in his icy blue eyes.
“You really think they’re lame, huh? Does that mean you’ve never come face to face with one of their monsters?”
Michael paused, seeming to debate on what he wanted to do next, before finally pulling his hands out of his pockets and shrugging the jacket off his shoulders. He held out his right arm to show where it was marked with a few long scars from his shoulder, one gash partially cutting through his Rebel Alliance tattoo, and down to his elbow. He remembered the night Bazzite attacked him on the rooftop like it was just yesterday, and how Pasiphae had come close to being killed as well.
“”They’ll kill you if they get the chance.”
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 6:31 pm
Caspian rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and Ted Bundy was also a psycho creep killer. All you gotta do is look at pictures of the guy and see that he's nothing but pure evil, that was one messed up guy."
He slowed his steps as Michael did, Caspian's brow raising as the other tugged off his jacket. Standing still, he watched as pulled up the sleeve, and blue eyes traced along the lines of the scars, the way they traveled up his arm, disappearing into his shirtsleeve.
His gaze slid over to Michael's, Caspian's smile still on his face, but there was a hard seriousness in his eyes that was almost startling, considering the joking attitude he'd had only seconds before.
"I take them seriously," he said, and this was true. Even with his mischievous, laid-back nature, he had no doubts that they were dangerous. "I had a bit of a run-in with some of them a while back, just a few weeks ago. I know what they're like."
He tilted his head slightly. "But I'm not going to spend every second of every day constantly looking over my shoulder. I'll do what I can to be strong, but I'm not going to let those assholes control my life."
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 10:04 am
Well, at least it was good to see that this light hearted kid seemed to understand that these people were definitely dangerous. Anyone assuming otherwise would be in for a rude awakening when they were the ones attacked.
"I never said to let them control you," he grunted, turning his arm to show Caspian one more scar, opposite the scars from the youma. This one looked much more recent, and as if done by a blade. It had been long enough since the attack on the negaverse for the wound to heal, but it was probably obvious that it was still relatively new. "I just want to make sure you know to be careful."
He paused for a moment as he slung his jacket over his left shoulder, and nodded to indicate his scared arm once more. "You should have seen the other guy," he half joked and took a step forward to continue down the sidewalk.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 5:27 pm
Caspian's eyes flickered across the marred skin with a mixture of curiosity and grudging understanding. He did not have any scars of his own - at least, none that he could see - but he remembered what had happened in Negaspace all too well.
He stretched out a hand, fingers hovering over the marks, but he didn't touch them, though the urge was there. Caspian let his hand drop after a minute and stuffed both of his own into his pockets, glancing up at Michael.
"Lookin' out for me, officer?" he said lightly, tone faintly teasing. There was a little smile back on his face. "Don't worry, I may be new to - DC - " He'd almost said the White Moon " - but I know not to be stupid."
He cracked a grin. "Most of the time, anyway."
The joke made him arch an eyebrow, and Caspian laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "So you do have a sense of humor buried under all of that - " He waved a hand up and down at Michael. "I knew there had to be something."
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 7:36 pm
Michael watched curiously as Caspian seemed to contemplate touching his arm, and then deciding against it after a short while. It didn’t bother Michael, but he did give Caspian an inquisitive glance. It was almost as if there was a strange deja vu thing going on, but he knew that couldn’t be the case. He was sure he would remember a kid like Caspian, especially with how obnoxious he was.
Blue eyes narrowed at the suggestion that he had a sense of humor. “You just gestured to all of me,” he pointed out and followed it up with a shake of his head. He still didn’t approve of what Caspian did, or would probably continue to do, but it wasn’t as though the kid was hurting anyone. Vandalized walls was the least of the city’s problems.
“This is my stop,” he said, reaching a small parking lot behind some buildings were a motorcycle was parked near the wall with a couple others and some compact cars. “I’d offer you a ride, but I’m sure you’d rather scale walls and jump across buildings,” he said casually enough, but there might have been some prodding curiosity in his voice as he glanced at Caspian out of the corner of his eye. For all he knew, this kid was just a normal civilian, or maybe he was an officer of the Negaverse, but there were a few things Caspian had said over the evening that seemed off to him.
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 7:50 pm
He was at ease beside Michael, as much at ease as he always was, even around new people - and the fact that he was as stiff as a board most of the time only made Caspian want to needle him further, push him to see when it was that he would actually crack a smile.
"Yes," he said, grinning, "All of that. There's gotta be more to you under that stoic Navy persona, right? A sense of humor, a smile, something else. I'll figure it out, don't worry," Caspian added, his grin turning cheeky, because he knew what Michael would say - I won't see you again after this or something to that effect.
At the sight of the motorcycle, Caspian let out a low whistle, eyebrows raised. "See?" he said, gesturing at it. "I knew you were more than you let on. That's pretty awesome right there."
He had his back mostly to Michael as he surveyed the bike with interest, but something about the tone of his voice caught his attention. Caspian did not turn around just yet, but he lifted his head a little, half tilting it, a ripple of curiosity and intrigue settling through him.
Wait just a minute now.
Slowly Caspian turned around, and there was an almost knowing little smile tugging at his lips.
"No jumping across buildings," he said casually, keeping his tone light, and his expression was calm as he regarded Michael with new interest. "At least, not unless I have to. Not unless...I have a reason to."
Caspian gave a shrug of his shoulder, still watching Michael with a surprisingly shrewd expression, one hand resting loosely on his bag.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2016 9:56 am
"I won't see you again after this," Michael reminded Caspian as he lifted the seat of the motorcycle to pull out the helmet he stored inside. "So your time for figuring me out has run up." He set the helmet on the seat and pulled his jacket off his shoulder from where he rested it, pulling his arms through the sleeves and worked on zipping and buttoning it up.
As for the look Caspian was giving him, that knowing smile and almost curious glimmer in his eyes, Michael simply scowled, and lifter the helmet to place over his head.
"With that attitude, you'll show up in the obituary section of the news before you're even put into a police lineup," he scoffed, and threw his leg over the bike and released the kickstand. He turned it on and revved the engine as he pushed the bike to the entrance of the lot.
"Don't get caught," was his final warning to Caspian, and with a small, salute-like wave, he rode off.
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