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 Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 6:30 pm
It was always so much easier to converse with someone when they weren't trying to fling attacks at him. The senshi seemed to have stopped his assault, at least for now, which allowed the page to relax. "What's wrong with being a Negaverse senshi?" He sounded genuinely curious. He watched, features gone thoughtful, as the senshi took a seat, tried to protect bare skin against the cold. Wordlessly, Baikal reached up to unwind the scarf from his neck, and taking a few steps towards him, he offered it over. It'd return to him later, he knew that thanks to Jet, so he wasn't worried about handing it over. "I didn't ask to get roped into all this, you know. Earth, Mercury," he scoffed softly, leaning his thigh up against the wall Ochre had sat on. "I'm just trying to survive, and keep my friends and family alive as well." It was as neutral as he could manage to be, without just not powering up. And since he and his brother had been attacked on their way back from the movies, that just didn't seem a valid option anymore.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2016 9:47 am
Ochre chewed his lip. Did the enemy really need to know his complaints? No, he should be beating this guy's face in like a proper agent, but Ochre knowingly sucked at that, and this Mercury page sounded a little disenfranchised with his lot in life. Ochre spared a surreptitious look around, as if there existed powered entities that he could see and not feel. Finally, he answered. "Well, being a Negaverse senshi has a lot of good things. I don't want you to think I don't like it or anything. But, youma don't listen to me and usually just want to eat me. I dunno why, I've never heard a good explanation for it. They must hate senshi of any kind, and being a Negaverse senshi just isn't enough for them. It's also why I can't have a personal youma like some of the officers do." He wondered, briefly, if Ochre's handicap in this regard was why Umber never picked one.
"Everything else is pretty good. I've got a general who I can talk to about anything, the Negaverse gives me tons of structure, I can teleport wherever I want and cast magic, I'm really good at energy draining, and I get respect from the basic senshi and the lieutenants beneath my rank. Usually." He added as an aside.
The scarf was an unexpected and gracious gesture, and Ochre accepted it gratefully. The pre-warmed material draped over his lap nicely. With elbows anchored on thighs, Ochre leaned forward somewhat to protect his body heat from leaving him.
"You know what would help them survive better? Not that." Ochre sucked his teeth into a tch. "My brother's a general. And he's uh, not the nicest person. So if he knew you were out here fighting to protect your family, he'd think that makes them a target. He's done it before. Gone after part of the family to lure someone out, I mean. Then it becomes a matter of trade, I guess. Do you want your mom or dad or sister or whatever to live, or do you want to keep fighting for Mercury and die. Though I guess if you refused he'd just kill you both… I dunno. I think it's too extreme.
"So uh, all this is to say, if you really want to keep your family safe, it's better to just join the Negaverse. I mean, the White Moon and Knights have never been clever enough to go after an agents family - we've never had a problem with that - so wouldn't you say that's the safest route? Plus, I mean, you'd be more powerful. Imagine having a real weapon, and not a snowball." He glowered in remembrance of the snowy strike.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 8:57 am
The page didn't even want to guess how the Negaverse might come to learn who a knight or white moon senshi was related to. Hell, the knowledge that there were generals out there that would use that sort of leverage was a bit disillusioning. Although it wouldn't come as that much of a surprise. There were those among the white moon that stooped to nefarious methods for their own ends. At their core, they were all human, and humanity came in all shades of grey. Similar, but not quite the same. Baikal snorted softly, arms folding. "They went after you, just not your familiars." He didn't know he was speaking to someone that had actually been taken. If he had, he might have said it differently. He might have apologized. The page had done everything in his limited power to help the ones the white moon had kept prisoner in the jail, but his help had narrowed down to making sure the agents and senshi being held hadn't gone hungry or thirsty, and in a few cases, he'd managed to make things at least a little bit more comfortable for them. The frown faded, and with a sigh the page dropped his arms, had shaking. "Look, you make a lo of good points." All the agents he talked to did, actually. "How about I keep my snowballs to myself, and you go back to your general, and we just call it a night? No one gets hurt."
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 6:59 pm
"Uh, yeah they did. Remember when I said my brother's a General? They got him first, then me. My parents are old and I don't have any other brothers or sisters, so they collected the set. They got everything they could get from my family." Ochre took no offense from it, however, and saw no need to get mad over it. The page was probably just focused on something else, like getting home and maybe checking to see if none of his family was visited by the Negaverse. He hoped, then, that Umber would not meet this page. Undoubtedly he would have a few choice actions to make to force him onto their side.
"Anyway, your plan sounds good." Ochre stood and offered the sash back to its owner. "I'll let my brother know to leave you alone." I don't wanna know what he'd do to a page that met me, especially now. Things are going sideways with him.
"Just be careful with those snowballs, okay? They'll get you into trouble." He hesitated then, weighing whether to offer his hand to the other man. They never formallye exchanged names, and Ochre somewhat preferred it. Ochre didn't want to get used to calling him one name for him to get corrupted into the Negaverse and assigned another. It felt easier, somehow, to refer to someone with a name ending in -ite. It felt proper.
Ochre over Sheikh, he decided mentally. That's how it should be.
In a breath, he was gone.
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