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 Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2020 10:44 am
“You know how to cook?” Gismondine latched on to that, it was something normal, something that he could understand. “I...could you teach me that too perhaps? I’m...quite good at eating but...not so great when it comes to making the food.”
He swallowed and nodded, trying to digest all of the other information. He would have to keep this secret. Oh, Q was going to find out within a day, he just knew it...and Xander…
...How would he ever keep this from Xander?
“Do you keep it from the people you protect? How...ah. What’s the b-best way to do that? I feel like...I mean...I’m not the best with...with ah, secrets...I get flustered pretty easily…” Though...if nobody asked...he would have no reason to tell...
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2020 10:48 am
Well…s**t, He hadn’t really planned that out. “Uh… I guess?” He said cautiously. “I could…yeah, I could try teaching you; it’s a lot of tasting and timing…” He blinked as the questions continued. The stammering was pretty incredible. He really wasn’t kidding about being flustered easily. “I … make sure I have good excuses to be gone for one like… working and stuff.” He arched an eyebrow. “Or sneaking out when they sleep; Coffee is a good friend, let me tell you. Besides, if someone walks up and goes ‘hey, are you a costumed vigilante’ just be like ‘are you?’ cause…I mean, we have a glamor, they can’t see it's us apparently.” He shrugged.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2020 6:59 pm
The lieutenant nodded, taking a sip of the water, the bottle shaking slightly in his hand. He was grateful for the fact that it had a lid. “...I...I’ll do my best. It all sounds...sounds very complicated…” Gismondine swallowed and winced, shifting the icepack on his neck a little and reaching to wipe at the moisture that continued to collect in his eyes.
“...You...seem like you know what you’re doing though...I...thank you for saving me…” He had no idea what the male meant by a glamour, but it sounded fancy...all of this sounded far too fancy for what Nelson considered normal for him but…
“...I really...really do think...that some mistake was made...I’m...I’m no hero…” Gismondine felt...sad admitting it. But it was simply the truth. And they would find out sooner than later...
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2020 8:30 pm
“Yeah, um… I’m not exactly hero material either, trust me, man like… actual human garbage in a cool costume. BUT… I am human garbage who knows how to fight and cook. So it’s like winning a bonus round.” He gave a thumbs up. “Yeah, I …feed this lady when I can too, so we’re gonna be working pretty hard on that cooking thing, ok? I am not food poisoning boss or whomever you want to feed.” He offered a half-smile. “So… Don’t be the hero you think should be uh…what’s that line. “Be the hero they deserve?” It’s not so bad, stay alive, collect energy, get information… eh?”
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2020 8:43 pm
Gismondine gave a smile and a soft laugh that turned into a cough, causing the lieutenant to wince. “If we can throw a nap in there...I’ll try. I’m...really tired. Tonight...tonight has been an adventure that I didn’t sign up for or ask for...and you...you don’t seem like any sort of garbage. You saved me. You really are a hero.”
Plus he was confident. Nelson would give his right arm to be that confident. Or even half as confident.
“...When...do I start my training with you? I...can I have a day or two to...to um feel better?” Sleeping for two days straight sounded...blissful. “...I can give you my phone number so...you can text me and I’ll figure out excuses...I promise.”
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2020 8:58 pm
“Uh… yeah. Here let’s swap numbers. I’ll fit you in around our schedules ok?” He offered. “Gonna give you homework too, find a friend you can scrap with, tell them it's to get fit or something!” He waved a hand. “If that feels worse talk to uh… a doctor otherwise someone will probably threaten you with one too.” He added. “But yeah, no, sleep…sounds like the BEST idea let me tell you. We’re getting help getting out of the uh…barracks. There is no way I can get us out of here right now.” He shook his head. “I’m giving you my real first name so… don’t let your auto correct eat it okay?”
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2020 6:11 pm
Gismondine nodded. “I...okay. I can do that. I think...um. I know someone who would try to uh...s-scrap with me…” Jace would do it, maybe. He was tough. Or Callan...now. There was a rather terrifying though. He’d be snapped in two if he tried that!
The male shuddered. “...Thank you...My name is Nelson...and...yeah, I think my sister...she’d threaten me pretty badly...maybe...I’ll just wear some turtle necks until...until it goes away?” He flashed a smile and looked utterly exhausted. “I won’t let my autocorrect eat it...Promise...ah…” He looked up as Cavansite held her hands out to the both of them. “Let me get you back, and then you can power down and exchange numbers. Parisite, I want you to meet with him at least once a week, please. And I would like regular reports on his progress. I know that you can do this, and I’m proud of the both of you.
She gave a smile, and didn’t wait for an answer, taking them both back to Destiny City, close enough to where Parisite always seemed to have his car. “I trust you can make it home from here. I’ll see you both later.”
And with that, the general vanished again, eager to go and write a report, or perhaps simply to just talk to Axinite again.
This senshi needed to be stopped.The teleporting made the lieutenant feel just a little dizzy and he blinked. One minute the General was there, and the next she was gone...and they were...they were somewhere new. Thankfully, he still had both the ice pack and water, though he was more than a little confused now. "...That...We...oh."
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2020 6:18 pm
“Umm… I said there was a mugger, think she might buy that? I can walk you home as like… your savior or some s**t.” He offered. “Unless she’d try and kill me too, I’d like us both to survive the night.” They were teleported with orders, which was, a trip, to say the least, he took a moment to lean on his car and just breathe. “Uh… think about, your civilian clothes, it’ll put you back to normal.” He offered.
Don’t think about the costume unless you’re sure you’re alone or out of sight of anyone.” He added. “You can’t have a secret identity that everyone and their brother knows after all.” he said and paused to ‘feel’ out that there were no witnesses before returning to his civilian clothes. “The…last thing was teleportation. Don’t worry about that yet, it’s exhausting and I’ve only just learned it. That’s how I got you away from mister handsy.” He shrugged before offering his own hand. “Yu, … that’s my…name by the way.” He offered. “If you want a ride home I’ll get you there.”
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2020 6:37 pm
Nelson took the hand and managed a small smile, pleased when the thinking about his clothes trick worked and he was back to normal. No more strange feelings...no more...butler outfit. He gave a sigh of relief and nodded. “Yu? I like that name...it...it’s nice. And thank you...I would really like a ride home...ah...thank you again for saving me…”
Drawing in a breath, Nelson nodded and gave his address. “Thank you for all of this...I will do my best to make you...to make you and the General proud…” Even though he knew he’d be abysmal...He had to at least try...
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2020 6:42 pm
“You’ll do better than you think, I’m sure of it. As I said, if I can pull this off we could probably recruit the ducks at the local pond and do alright. Though uh… they’d probably murder everyone for bread.” He admitted and worked to unlock his car, it didn’t especially want to because it was cold, and the car was a temperamental monster for all that it was at least fairly reliable. “Hey… even better, when you’re in costume at least you have proper pants!” He teased with a grin before convincing the car to start and getting their address. Maybe if he got up early and made waffles… they would forgive him for another late night.
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