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 Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2021 5:53 pm
"Ohh, trust me firebrand, your touch is fine. Heh - burned like hellfire 'leme tell you." couldn't help himself, had to assuage his own concerns with smiles, with humor. With all the little ways he knew how to do it. To be honest and playful with his words. To watch and try to gauge the mood of things as Eion ate meticulous little bites, chewed through enough food that he no longer looked like he was kicking down deaths door and begging entry. Waru figured he'd always be pale, probably - but he looked more human now. Fleshed out and tinted with color under his skin instead of ash. Picked at more remnants of food, fell for the bits easiest to eat with his fingers, careless with the mess - because what was the ******** point really? No one but them and the birds and the dead of dark to show off for. No one to be neat for in that moment, and Waru gave propriety the middle finger on the best of days. Let alone wanting to try for it after he'd been partially barbequed, freshly seared~ "Promotion? Oh, oh ********, yeah the eternal thing." Like he hadn't just said it, but to be fair he'd never looked into being promoted, or upgraded, or however anyone called it. Never yearned for those sorts of things. Yearned for Faustite, for Eion, to be worth something at his side and deemed good under his blazed gaze. To keep having fun, and if that meant climbing a ladder? Fighting his way down into hell? Sure, worked well enough for him. "What's she got to do with it? Or, no, better question - cause all hail the sexy shadow lady in the sky n all, but like...Only person I care about proving myself to is you Eion? Anyone else, anything else, s'secondary? Like...I guess if I have to pick a thing." rolled his eyes to the heavens and thought, paused enough to breathe and eat and chew through those thoughts like he chewed through the mouthful of food he helped himself to. Sighed over gravy and meat and little bits of yum... "Uhm, I'm giving her someone who can actually ******** use the power, for starters...Like, c'mon, how many Senshi do you know who're het up to run dark side'a the moon like they were being paid for it?" snickered over that and just... "I never actually thought about it though. Being worth something, I think I'm worth it, right? That should be enough." rough sigh of sound as he wiped his face with the back of his hand, licked the remnants off that contemplatively. "I'll find a thing to do though, I guess..hero's quest s**t, rob a bank, stab a princess..whatever."
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2021 4:42 pm
"Yeah," Eion acknowledged, deflating a little. He hadn't asked for fire to be his youma side's primary property — hadn't asked to be banned from touching anyone as long as he existed like that. He was a weapon, he understood full well, but most weapons, they could be disarmed, decommissioned. They could be unloaded, or unplugged. But him? Faustite couldn't stop burning. Couldn't stop being a weapon.
While Eion was always on the pale side, his pallor likewise came from his nocturnal schedule, from the lack of sun dominating Negaspace or the Rift. He had a Dark Kingdom tan, he knew, and he was more conscious of it whenever he was Eion. He looked like a sick kid. Looked like anyone but himself.
"I can't promote you," he answered after a beat. He looked around, found no one listening. "Only Sovereigns can. Axinite, Lepidolite, Hessonite, Laurelite. Generals — they can give recommendations, but they can't put you up for promotion. Been tried. Captain ended up a youma, not a General." The topic soured his appetite somewhat, and Eion sat back while he watched Waru put away a serious amount of food. He wondered, then, if that's what he looked like to anyone else. If that's how much he ate, or if he ate more.
"But that's if you were an officer. Senshi -- think they need a cat. Talked to Kamacite yet?" Studied him for a moment.
Clicked his tongue, then rested his head against a fist. Elbow perched on the back of the bench, he forced himself to relax a little, though he felt cold and tired after so much food. "Have to do something good for them. Corrupt someone, run an operation, drain more than everyone else, something. Show your loyalty. Get out what you put in." It was the easiest way for him to explain it without strictly repeating himself. "Just need you showing off what you can do. Think of it like an advertisement." If that wasn't too abstract for Waru.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2021 10:44 pm
He could only shrug for it, swiped bits of things clean and literally chewed on the thought of pushing the agenda. He’d never been one to chase rank, would do it for Eion. Would do it for Faustite - for the sake of being useful to him, being worth the time and energy input. Mostly though? Because it seemed fun, chase power and show off and be interesting for the firebrand, someone worth keeping around even if he never made it to the top of the ladder. Notes the look on his boss’s face - thought boy in that moment - how young he looked. Sharp slice of a human being in those moments, all moonlight and shadow. Would’ve put him in jewels and reds - for the color - stark contrast and how he might’ve looked stunning with it. Secretive smile as he kept that thought for himself and “It’s a compliment firebrand, you know I like to tease you, yeah?” Shrug that carried a sigh. “Whatever, I’ll get around to it, to them, and to the Senshi - Ah to Kamacite?” Blanched a little at the mention of ‘cats’, because ******** and no and why?!? Just why with the cats, why-for the cats?! Maybe he’d just live as a basic and become boring. It was an option, an idea. The kind that made waru groan for having it, because man he knew he’d go face down a cat for his boss. As much as he dreaded it. “If I advertised myself anymore - I’d be *naked* - only so much I can show off before it becomes public indecency..n’less it’s not an issue?Cause I would totally strip for the sovereigns!” The words a grad and he found levity in humor, he got what Faustite was saying, fully. Still had to ******** with him just a little, drag a smile or exasperated noise outta him - anything to push at the exhaustion that seemed to blanket even Eions features. Like he carried his responsibilities from one form to the next - stack of turtles with the world on his back - atlas at the end of it all.
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2021 5:21 pm
"Not used to humor." Youma mostly lacked for it, the ones that weren't dangerous enough to warrant his avoidance. The ones that had the capacity for humor? Too slippery for him. And agents — most of them didn't joke around their superiors unless to disparage them. That Waru tried to tease him was something else entirely — like he was accepted, or something like it. Facsimile of accepted.
Which confused him, but Eion put the thought away.
Breathing a sigh as he settled himself, Eion visualized Waru naked. Most of it didn't require much imagination at all, but what was beneath the pants? More importantly, the sash? How his abs stood out? Eion wouldn't be the one complaining. "Axinite would die instantly," however. That Sovereign was too tight-laced to tolerate any nakedness, if he wasn't altogether offended by it. And Eion hadn't met the other two but for a look across a room once. Knew nothing of how they'd appreciate a striptease from someone beneath their notice.
"You'd strip for them, but not for me?" Eion quirked a judgmental brow at him. Doubted Waru would even get that far before getting his starseed permanently confiscated, but… The thought was almost funny.
"Finish up — we should get back. Always much to do."
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2021 9:51 pm
A rare moment of clarity across his face - and Waru let his tone slip into severity - let his words hint at being serious, at carrying the flavored notes of such. If Faustite took the time, if he swirled it in an open glass and let it breath, sipped it gently - he might even be able to taste the honesty in the words. Damning and self-destructive as they were. No less true, brutally true. Just as true as when he'd bet his own ******** soul on something as simple as a game that contained wisps. Just for the sake of proving himself to the man - his loyalty - his worth - that he was undisturbed by anything that Faustite did, or asked of him, and if ever he ******** was? Well..Waru knew he'd been blessed with a mouth..he could say s**t whenever he wanted if he ever disagreed with anything. "For you firebrand? Do you want me naked...or do you want me naked? Paint me a picture, gimme a fantasy - or ******** it! How about you gimme a time and a date?" imagined giving Faustite a strip tease, installing a pole in his purple wreathed dungeon of an office, and spending the time it would take to stretch long enough to be limber enough to use the ******** out of it properly. Could envision that just as easily as he could see himself flayed alive in that same office. Stepping out of his own skin and into something other. Handing over his starseed - a tantalizing snack - teasing Faustite with that - into fire - into a form so abhorrently other that maybe only he could enjoy the sight of it? Faustite...no..the firebrand that was the youma that was the man. How Waru enjoyed the dichotomy, the nuance of all three - the fire, the flesh, the spirit. Liked connecting the dots from one to the other - seeing if all parts were the same - seeing where the differences lay. "M'good to go firebrand, we'll work on the humor thing yeah? Heh, at least, my kinda humor, s'an acquired taste, yanno?" grinned around a moutful as he finished up quickly. Licked his lips and fingers clean as was able, not that much mattered afterwards. He'd follow his General anywhere at this point. Into doing, into hell itself... Show off whatever scars that gained him like medals, like something precious. Better to have them written on his flesh, wasn't like he owned a bodice to pin s**t to. Wasn't like he ever wanted to be able to take the medals Faustite gave him off...
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2021 6:01 pm
Eion frowned at him. "Save your dignity." And his own — more likely his own, as he was sure Waru didn't know how to spell dignity, let alone define it. Didn't need to add a fantasy to Waru's bizarre adventures. Didn't need to embarrass himself with a Lieutenant walking in on that.
"Being on fire is an acquired taste." He oft wondered who else would put up with such a youmafication, but so far as he was concerned, only Waru would do it. For good reason — no one else was stupid enough to be inflicted with a youma like his. No one wanted to stand around and feel like they were burning to death for standing around, or need multiple surgeries to keep their spines or body halves in their proper places.
He rose at last, a little reluctant for it, and motioned for Waru to follow him. Easy enough to disappear them back to Negaspace, but only if there were no more strange questions from his subordinate.
"And thanks." For dragging his unconscious a** anywhere other than leaving him where he fell, or writing him off for dead. Could've easily been a fight for how many senshi patrol the vicinity, but they'd gotten out of it without being accosted once. It grew to be one of his favorite spars in quite short order, mistakes aside.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2021 6:26 pm
Look on his face for that - that Eion thought he had any dignity worth saving, that he would've known what dignity was if someone drew him a picture - made him a map that specifically led to it. Waru never thought himself stemmed from the same likes of Adam and Eve - no normal person who wandered the earth and clothed themselves like they were a shamed being and should therefor be covered. He was instead a creature running loose in the garden, causing havoc, the snake that encouraged the apple be eaten, one of the beasts that crawled on its belly, showed itself wholly for what it was, because why the ******** not be honest like that? Bodies were bodies - society had rules - if he didn't need society? Really wasn't like he followed all the rules all the time anyhow, not even within the organization. Couldn't get dress coded on account of magic tho. A big ol' Senshi sized middle finger to the universe. His other favorite part of being Albite. "I'll try firebrand, heh, invest in a dictionary maybe" soft little shrug as he heaved himself up to follow, stretched out the soreness and twinged at the 'ow' of everything that had collected as he'd sat. Muscles gone stiff with it, would work out the soreness, patch up whatever bled. "Figure it's like taking shots of fire-water, yanno, like with vodka and when they put the little lighter to it? Lotsa things are acquired tastes. I just happen to have a lotta tastes that I've acquired." a rarity of them, how his face went soft for the 'thank you'. It was unexpected, and he hadn't needed it, but it was still nice to hear it. He let the scramble of words he wanted to offer up lie quietly in his mind. Didn't have to tell him 'any time', didn't have to tell him ' always', and wonder at what kind of ******** would've left him there after that he thought he needed to thank him for being a decent person. Especially when he'd been the cause and... It was easier to let the rest of the words lie. Sidle up to Eion and just, put a hand at his elbow and smile. All ready to get gone with him. Let him flame on and bamf them out.
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2021 9:07 am
"Not here," Eion cindered at the boy at his side. They were in broad view of the street, of the restaurant that clearly still had the old hag in it, who could pop out at any time, and losing his glamour wasn't an instant thing, either. Peeling it off was a case of burning, of popping the pressure points on his ribbons of skin and letting it all burn to the ground. It was Phoenician. And Waru would have to learn that.
"Have some propriety." Elbow at an angle for Waru's hold, he slipped past the bench. Gathered garbage, tossed it on their way out. Didn't want to give that hag a reason to remember him, or anyone thereafter. They were two passing experiences, and maybe Waru was memorable, but Eion wanted to be mediocre. Eion didn't exist, so Eion shouldn't be remembered. Eion shouldn't be noteworthy enough to get stalked, or found out.
Destiny City was full of alcoves and compartments and hidden places and secret spaces begging to be forgotten, areas where anyone could power up or power down, and Eion made a point to learn as many as he could for these short three-hour stints into the world. Ducked into a capillary of an alleyway, where spiders tried to sew that interstitial doorway shut, and he had to duck below their hard work. Waru would barrel through, he expected.
But in a place like this, he could drop the mediocrity of Eion, light it and burn it away with Faustite. Stretch his claws again. Feel the fit of a perfectly tailored uniform. Be guarded by the familiar grate.
It was then that he disappeared the two from the thoughts of the world.
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