Welcome to Gaia! ::

♥ In the Name of the Moon! ♥

Back to Guilds

A Sailor Moon based B/C shop! Come join us! 

Tags: Sailor, Moon, Scouts, Breedables, Senshi 

Reply Negaspace & The Rift
[R] some kind of murder {Axinite, Faustite feat. Kamacite} Goto Page: [] [<] 1 2 3 [>] [»|]

Quick Reply

Enter both words below, separated by a space:

Can't read the text? Click here

Submit


Guine

Crew

Lonely Explorer

PostPosted: Fri Feb 11, 2022 11:03 am


Kamacite looked from Faustite to Axinite, noted the way Axinite had bristled and looked on edge. Faustite looked like he was about to jump out of the chair and make a run for it.

“I hope you got a second opinion if that was General Bloodstone’s diagnosis,” Kamacite huffed quietly. It wasn’t often that he spoke in a negative light about any of his fellow officers, but he was among those he would consider friends.

Even if they were both acting suspicious.

“You didn’t tell me you wanted to switch to Special Operatives,” he said even softer as he set the bag of lunch down on Axinite’s desk, trying to keep any of the hurt out of his voice. He was a little upset, but it was something Faustite wanted for himself. Kamacite knew he would just have to get over it.

“I have extra,” he added after a moment, trying not to put too much weight on his ankle as he tried to get more comfortable standing at the side of Axinite’s desk. “You’re welcome to have some, Faustite.”


Strickenized

The Space Cauldron
PostPosted: Mon Feb 14, 2022 3:47 am


Faustite heaved a drawn-out, dismal, dramatic sigh for Axinite's question. Would've collapsed into himself if air was the only thing keeping him filled out. As it was, his shoulders slumped and he slouched forward. "I'm always hungry," he answered, as if it was a curse.

It was a curse. He got so tired of eating all the damn time. Mostly he didn't bother tasting anything anymore, and forced all manner of filling, fatty foods through the grate while he was working at his desk. It was messy, exhausting, smelled terrible, and prompted so many hours of taking apart and cleaning his grate with a toothbrush. He missed the 2,000 calorie diet. He missed eating for fun, instead of eating like it was a fashionably new Olympic sport.

Besides, Axinite was requesting to catch up. And when a Sovereign made a request, one did not refuse.

Faustite nodded to Axinite's request. "If I'm not kept too busy." Work always came first. And then there was whatever therapy meant.

To Kamacite, he added, "It wasn't." Bloodstone had others to treat. "We've medical personnel that call themselves 'youma specialists'." Sometimes they were useful.

He scooted his chair to the side to afford Kamacite more space to sit down. If they both brought lunches, they would need the space more than Faustite did. Since he wasn't expected to be there, they may have brought flammables — butcher paper for sandwiches, those toothpicks with the colors on the top, ******** knows what else Axinite went full Extra on when he was stressed out.

When asked about branch switching, Faustite shrugged perfunctorily. "Didn't think it was important." For as much as they saw of each other and worked together, few of those missions necessitated his branch specialties. In fact, those missions precluded his branch specialties to the point where he felt like he had never left GenOps. He expected more of the same after the switch.

"Sit," he urged, and nodded toward the free chair.


the space cauldron
guine


Strickenized


Garbage Cat



The Space Cauldron

Captain

PostPosted: Sun Feb 20, 2022 7:28 pm


“Please,” Axinite added, and gestured towards the free chair next to Faustite. “I’ll clear off my desk a bit, we can share. I didn’t bring anything exciting today. I have some sausage pie, though.”

It took him only a few seconds to move things and make room, and when he’d finished, he pulled out his lunch box. Everything inside matched, a perfect set. A mostly nutritious lunch, but it appears as if it was something of a comfort meal. The sausage pie was small, only about six inches across, but still more than he could have eaten alone. It might have been habit to pack extra, when he packed anything at all. He liked to have something to share, even if Kamacite didn’t already spoil him with lunch.

“And you know I have a few boxes of cookies back here. They’re not healthy at all, but. If you’re looking for quick sustenance. But here, try this. I’ll cut you both a piece.”

Whatever tenseness he’d had before seemed to be slowly melting away, and he seemed to be settling into something of a comfortable calm. “You both have a hard time taking it easy and letting yourself heal properly, don’t you? I worry so much about the both of you.”

Because–yes, maybe he’d poked around to ask questions, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t see some things. Like the way Kamacite was still favoriting that ankle.

Guine
Strickenized
PostPosted: Wed Mar 02, 2022 8:52 am


Kamacite pressed his lips together to keep himself from saying anything else. At least for the moment. There were a lot of things that Faustite apparently didn’t think were important to tell him. But it wasn’t as though he was required to talk to him about any of it. Just as Kamacite wasn’t required to tell Faustite about the things that bothered him.

And Axinite seemed to be relaxing as well. He didn’t want to be the one to ruin that peace after showing up unannounced, although it shouldn’t have been a surprise.

He heard Faustite tell him to sit, but he hesitated for a few moments as he unpacked the wrapped box he had with him. It seemed a little silly to be packing food in bento boxes, but Misha had insisted that it was cute. And that it would make for a great segment on his social media channel.

The two boxes were filled with everything one might have expected for a traditional Japanese bento box: rice, some skewered sweet and salty meatballs, some slices of teriyaki chicken, little fried balls of potato, some rolled omelet, and finally garnished with a few hot dogs cut into octopus shapes, and some apples sliced to look like rabbit ears.

Pulling it all out in front of Faustite turned Kamacite’s cheeks pink, because it was probably more stereotypical than anything he’d done. Axinite had seen the boxes in various combinations before, but other than tea, and making sure Faustite didn’t eat little white rabbits, there wasn’t much in terms of food that he’d brought out in front of him.

“Misha thought they’re cute,” he mumbled his explanation as he finally took the few careful steps over to the empty chair to sit down.

“You’re welcome to whatever you want. I have a fork if you don’t want chopsticks…” Which, of course, matched the box sets.


Strickenized

The Space Cauldron


Guine

Crew

Lonely Explorer



Strickenized


Garbage Cat

PostPosted: Wed Mar 09, 2022 8:13 am


Faustite looked from one boxed lunch to the other, at the food inside, at the utensils packed neatly into hidden compartments or clasping trays, and then scrutinized his boss and his friend. "You two competing?"

Both of them looked like the food porn he'd seen on Instagram, of the few times he watched Waru scroll through it. Maybe this was a collaboration for the ultimate lunch they've ever had, or one of those exercises in meditation, but with food. He hadn't a clue that either of them ate lunch with each other, or brought lunch to the Citadel (as he thought most agents teleported themselves home for lunch, if they bothered to come during work hours). He supposed that was due to him normally being asleep at this hour.

Faustite had learned quickly that he should never object to food; he watched Axinite with the interest of an expectant cat while he cut into the pie. Everything they brought smelled divine to the constantly famished General.

The question had him furrow his brows and lean back against the chair. "Maybe. Don't know what to do if I'm not working." He resisted a sigh. "Might've learned it from you." Because when had Axinite ever looked rested?

He looked at Kamacite, then, who was pink as an undercooked steak. "Hm." The set was cute, but Faustite thought he could do with something more thematic to his uniform, or maybe a set emblazoned with those snowbunnies from earlier. He'd ask Taenite if he ever sponsored artists, or if he knew one that made those lunchbox things.

He hadn't thought about using a fork; since he ate so often, nearly everything became finger food. His long nails kept his hands clean if he needed it. "How do you use chopsticks?" He'd learned ages ago, but never used them since.


the space cauldron
guine
PostPosted: Sun Mar 20, 2022 1:53 pm


Axinite laughed softly, maybe amused by Faustite’s observation. He was obviously in better spirits and borrowed a little plate from under his desk to serve a portion to Faustite. “Not a competition, no. Those are cute, Kamacite. You have a beautiful assortment. It looks like you’ve got something to appease every craving. If we were competing, I think you’d win today.”

On a second plate, he placed the second piece and passed it to the Senshi before grabbing a container of cookies–not a requirement, but an offering to Faustite so he knew he was welcome to whatever he wanted.

“I should conduct myself a little better so I’m not passing off my bad habits. I suppose I’d be hypocritical for chastising you too much. But I’ll try to be better and rest a bit more if you will, too. I can always send you some reports to review if you need something to do while taking it easy. I’m always looking to review our Information Database and try to identify some of the unnamed targets we have reported. Kamacite, please forgive me if I stick to a fork today. Sometimes I get a twitch in my hand,” he paused briefly so he could hold said hand out for examination; within the span of a second, his ring finger twitched twice and his middle finger once. “It’ll pass, but it’s inconvenient. Perhaps I’ve had too much caffeine. Or too little to eat.”

Guine
Strickenized


The Space Cauldron

Captain



Guine

Crew

Lonely Explorer

PostPosted: Sat Mar 26, 2022 11:42 am


Kamacite’s cheeks flushed darker at Faustite’s comment. He was definitely not competing. Misha just thought they were cute, but he wasn’t going to try and force the logic behind it. Misha just liked to film cute things, and Yuuri wanted to help him. Besides, Axinite was able to clarify. Hopefully.

He frowned a little more at the sight of Axinite’s hand, wondering if it did have something to do with too much caffeine, or too little to eat. Or maybe lack of sleep and too much stress.

But for the moment, he held out his hands to Faustite, obviously offering to take his own and show him. He had a set of chopsticks to place between his fingers if he wanted to be physically shown, and a second set if he preferred Kamacite not touching him.

“Hold one like a pencil, and the other like this. But you can use your fingers or a fork,” he offered, because there was no point in stressing out about eating lunch.

“I wish you would both rest more,” he said before he could think better of it. He knew Axinite just said he would try to be better, but Kamacite didn’t believe him. He didn’t believe Faustite, either. He’d know them both long enough to call their bluffs.


Strickenized
The Space Cauldron
PostPosted: Thu Apr 07, 2022 6:14 pm


He wondered if he was seeing their hobbies. He realized it was a strange thought — seeing two members of the Negaverse participating in a hobby together. Sort of, he supposed, for as much as eating was a hobby. Showing each other the products of their hobbies, maybe? Regardless, he thought it odd.

He'd never seen something like this before. He assumed agents did these things in their civilian clothes. But, mostly, it seemed odd because he had no right to sit in on this conversation. He knew them both, and Kamacite walked in on the end of their meeting, but that was that.

Faustite suspected that twitch wasn't from anything that Axinite mentioned, but he held his tongue. Far be it for him to say anything when he kept most of his life private.

So his attention returned to Kamacite, and he tried (with mediocre success) to hold the chopsticks as instructed. His nails got in the way, however, particularly for the second one. Finding them impractical, he handed them back to his friend unused. He'd gotten through 20 years of his life by using his fingers; they seemed more flame-resistant than chopsticks.

"Find it too depressing," he admitted as he nodded silent thanks to Axinite. He took a bite of the sampled sausage pie, and was immediately struck by the realization that it felt strange to chew. He couldn't remember the last time that he hadn't just shoved calories into his grate.

"Lying there, staring at the ceiling. Mind regurgitating everything that''s gone wrong. Easier to stay busy."


guine
the space cauldron


Strickenized


Garbage Cat



The Space Cauldron

Captain

PostPosted: Sun Apr 10, 2022 4:20 pm


“Oh, isn’t it?” Axinite asked, as if such a thing were simply exasperating to think about. “And it’s not like sleep aids are reliable. I can’t take any medication. A very long time ago I had something prescribed to me but it was the worst sleep I ever had. Stuck in a nightmare that just wouldn’t end. Hours of it. I woke up exhausted and dehydrated. Didn’t sleep for days afterwards. Now, I’m just worried about missing something important.”

The pie divided and split amongst them, he finally cut out a small bite for himself. He kept good posture, brought the food to his mouth, and didn’t speak until he’d swallowed.

He had very good manners, but he suspected it wasn’t enough to distract from Kamacite’s hope that they’d rest more.

“I suppose I should look into more relaxing hobbies. I don’t know what to do with myself if I’m not being productive. What about yoga, should we try that, Faustite?”

Guine
Strickenized
PostPosted: Tue Apr 19, 2022 1:22 pm


Kamacite wasn’t offended when the chopsticks were handed back to him. He knew they could be impractical when one wasn’t used to them. But he kept his eyes down on the food in front of him when it sounded like both Faustite and Axinite were already against resting.

Maybe it was a useless effort to try and voice concern for the people he cared about when they were stubborn and set in their ways.

He picked at his food, and made sure to try some of the pie Axinite had made, but didn’t look up until Axinite mentioned yoga. He glanced from Axinite to Faustite, but he couldn’t imagine Faustite would want to try. He appreciated Axinite’s effort, even if it was just to say it.

After all, he’d voiced his concerns, and if they both said no, then he was just going to have to figure out something else.

Strickenized


The Space Cauldron


Guine

Crew

Lonely Explorer



Strickenized


Garbage Cat

PostPosted: Mon Apr 25, 2022 4:26 pm


Faustite blinked at his boss. Can't sleep, can't take medication — and that immediately struck Faustite as a shared experience — and perpetually worried. He shifted in his chair, unsure if he should say anything, but he knew Albite had met with Axinite before and both of them survived the other. So, maybe his boss wouldn't crumble into dust and blow away at an unorthodox suggestion…?

Faustite's attention reached Axinite's face at the mention of yoga. He was silent afterward, as his gaze ticked back to himself, and he started feeling out the articulations to his grate with his fingernails. Faustite never tried twisting in strange directions after he became a Captain, but he also hadn't experienced the grate splintering apart during combat because of bending in a strange direction.

"Might work," he decided, looking back at Axinite. He wasn't sure how holding uncomfortable positions would be relaxing, and was twice as lost for how it would help Axinite sleep. Or rest. Or shut his mind off.

Which led him back to —

Bad decisions, he supposed, but he'd commit the way that Albite always committed to putting his foot in his mouth: straight back until his toenails tickled his uvula.

"Tried having sex?" He asked, leaning on an elbow. He felt, then, that he needed to explain himself. "If it's good, you won't be thinking about… anything." His sentence petered off with his eye contact, where he must have found something of interest far off to the side of the other two.


guine
the space cauldron
PostPosted: Tue May 10, 2022 7:10 pm


It wasn’t what Axinite had been expecting, and he very nearly choked on his food. He raised a napkin to his face and laughed–probably at himself, because there was nothing scathing or rude about it, and it didn’t seem like he was offended. Maybe just a little flustered.

“I don’t strike you as the prudish type? I’m surprised. I haven’t been in a relationship in quite a while. I don’t really have time to meet new people outside of all this. Everyone I know is from work, or an enemy.”

He wiped at his lips and shook his head before he lowered the napkin. “I feel like I’d get more stressed having to explain myself before any intimacy, it might ruin the whole thing before it even started. But I’ve heard it’s worked well for others, so it might be a good suggestion. Although, it takes a lot to make me forget about my paperwork. Probably much more work than someone’s willing to put in if they’re just out for a good time.”

Guine
Strickenized


The Space Cauldron

Captain



Guine

Crew

Lonely Explorer

PostPosted: Mon May 16, 2022 6:16 am


While Axinite nearly choked on his food, Kamacite did. He quickly covered his mouth and coughed, his face burning red. He didn’t think of himself as prudish (since Axinite brought it up about himself), but things like sex and imitmacy and… well, everything really… he liked keeping private.

Maybe that did make him prudish.

Regardless, Faustite was talking about Axinite, so he just needed to make sure he wasn’t choking on anything and keep his head down and not let his face turn brighter.

Especially with all the talk of how Axinite would have to explain himself, or forget about paperwork, or how it was probably more work than someone was willing to put in.

“You’re worth more than that,” Kamacite heard himself say quietly as he stared down into his food. His face was still red, but it was no longer just because of prudish embarrassment. He was flustered in a way that he couldn’t explain, and he only started feeling that way when Axinite voiced his reasoning.

Maybe this was a horrible idea, to try and settle into something that was supposed to be normal, and something that was supposed to help take Axinite’s mind off of paperwork for a little while each day. It wasn’t enough, and Kamacite wasn’t sure what else he could do other than being supportive.

Besides, he learned long ago that he was better off on his own.

“I apologize. I think I should excuse myself. I’ve intruded and was rude to stay in the first place,” Kamacite decided as he stood gingerly, favoring his injured ankle. He set what was left of his lunch (most of it since his appetite quickly diminished) on Axinite’s desk, but nudged it towards Faustite with the obvious intention of him eating it if he wanted.

He would be back the next day, of course. There was no reason to give up routine just because he was uncomfortable one day. He would just pretend as though the conversation about Axinite’s sex life -- or lack of -- never existed.

Kamacite didn't teleport yet. He didn't want to just leave if they didn't want him to, but he was also willing to accept that he had been rude to intrude. And he felt awkward about the conversation.


Strickenized

The Space Cauldron
PostPosted: Mon May 16, 2022 6:15 pm


Faustite considered the question, a little flustered himself. "Yes, but —" and he paused, growing more disappointed in himself with each passing second that he couldn't find the right words to articulate his thoughts. "You're good at hiding things." Axinite could've had quite a few bedroom secrets and none would be the wiser. Even Taenite, who was always hanging around this office.

His second thought — have you tried setting people on fire — almost found voice, especially for how it simplified paperwork quite significantly, but Kamacite was getting more red in the face than the both of them. When he looked over at the boy, Kama looked brighter than Faustite's middle. Brighter than his own magic. Like those curtains of hair and cloth would only act like a lampshade to Kamacite's embarrassment.

Did he embarrass his boy? Was it something else? People were already so hard to read —

His attention found Axinite, briefly, searching for a clue, but he couldn't read the situation. Not on his own. He hadn't understood why there was a situation, and only a gut feeling informed him that there was one. Something was off about Yuuri's words, like there was an ulterior motive to them, but why?

"Did I say something wrong?" He asked, looking between them. But Kamacite was about to leave, so — should he do the same? He was sure Schörl would laugh, but that helped no one but herself. And Albite would probably start reassuring Kamacite, tugging him back down into his seat, but was that the right thing to do?

He wasn't sure what qualified as rude or not, but, "You don't have to leave."


the space cauldron
guine


Strickenized


Garbage Cat



The Space Cauldron

Captain

PostPosted: Sun May 22, 2022 9:14 am


“Please stay,” Axinite said, looking up at him from where he sat. There was no demand in it, just a request. If he’d picked up on something worrying from Kamacite, he was certainly acting on it. He didn’t want him to feel unwelcome or go, and even if his arrival had been a surprise, it hadn’t been unappreciated.

He was glad he’d had the opportunity to talk to Faustite. He was glad they got to have lunch together, the three of them.

“I am good at hiding things. Very good at it. Sometimes.”

Not all the time.

Kamacite and Faustite were both clever, and he wasn’t arrogant enough to think he’d have hidden everything from them. Trust, in some capacity, was not easy for him to give. He was not always open with everyone about his own private matters.

“So, let me be honest and say that I appreciate these conversations. Perhaps it is silly, or unprofessional. I don’t know. My work is very important to me. But, so are my friends. I hope you will allow me to consider you as such.”

Being a General King meant there was always the potential of a power imbalance, but he’d never sought to abuse it. He’d been the head of Special Operations before, he’d investigated abuse of power, hostilities within the Negaverse. He made all efforts to carry himself fairly, and he wouldn’t have met either with reproach if it wasn’t a title they wanted to wear.

“You’re under no obligation, of course. But if I’m being truthful, I’d like to say that I am grateful to have both of you. I have a lot to learn, and a long way to go. But you’ve made it easier. And,” he looked at Kamacite, and then Faustite, “I am trying to do better. To be better.”

For the Negaverse, first and foremost. It seemed like it might always be for the Negaverse.

And the people in it.

Guine
Strickenized
Reply
Negaspace & The Rift

Goto Page: [] [<] 1 2 3 [>] [»|]
 
Manage Your Items
Other Stuff
Get GCash
Offers
Get Items
More Items
Where Everyone Hangs Out
Other Community Areas
Virtual Spaces
Fun Stuff
Gaia's Games
Mini-Games
Play with GCash
Play with Platinum