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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sat May 14, 2022 4:12 pm
Fulgurite already had extensive Negaverse-related headaches, so he could certainly be thankful for anything that made the rest of his stay considerably less headachy-- Rest of his stay. Until what? He inevitably died? Reverse psychology... yeah, he could see that. He wasn't happy to be there, necessarily, but he also didn't think it was possible to leave so there he remained, for years on end, since 2014 -- was that seriously eight years ago now? he could barely keep track, and every time he realized it was eight years ago he wanted to cry. Eight years of his life that had been stolen from him from the woman he had to call Queen-- "I guess you could make an argument for that. Sylvi seemed pretty happy." Until she wasn't, until she was overwhelmed, and until she discovered that the Negaverse was torturing a princess. Didn't sit right with him as much as he was used to it. Hadn't sat right with Gismodine; he could tell by Gismodine's reaction. He wondered what the rest of his former team thought about it. Maybe it was part of just being the type of person Sylvite tended to attract... The lost and the broken and the people who were just looking for someone to be kind to them. Retribution was certainly a much more severe word than Springs. Fulgurite breezed over that as he noted the batwings didn't make him any different than anyone else, and Fulgurite had to note with some mental amusement that sometimes it had. When he had started in the Negaverse, he had not only been forced but forced to be always second class. And things had changed since then; for one, it was an eternal offering to take him on, not another general. It still felt odd and wrong. "Well," he leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, "can't really be worse than my first options." It would take a lot for him to be better than Sylvite. But he also would have trouble being worse than-- "I'm not sure how much I'm going to feel like making Rift Peppers," honestly, were probably worse than Carolina Reapers, "but alright. Fine. Hell, the quicker you can get me out of your hair," to eternal, "the better." He offered his hand. "Also, not used to answering to one of us, so forgive me, Eternal."
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2022 5:36 pm
Oh, he was definitely going to feel like making Rift peppers! Little did Fulgurite know, but he was damned well going to make use of all those skills - hidden - spoken - whatever. He saw that hand and took it like a lifeline, like a gift! "Okay, eugh - don't go calling me by my titles in person. I don't need a bigger, uhm, anything? Especially not an ego, and if you think I'mma push you through just to get you outta my hair? Fuglruite, buddy, pal, friendmigo of my former paramours most badass team?" and he squeezed, ever so slightly; firmed his grip and tugged on Fulgurites form. A fire-like wildness flared the edges of his smile, snuffed out the wet bits of worry that'd lingered in his gaze -- whatever thoughts of failure'd tried to find purchase met only scorching drought with Fulgurites acceptance. Cerberborbus seemed excited for all the humaning going on -- a head or two bobbed in affection -- or maybe it was just the spread of snacks laid bare and unattended to that had it's spirits up. "Then you don't know the first thing about me, but you'll learn easy! Guarantee. M like a lifetime warranty on good vibes n best-friendness. Even the people we're slated to kill can agree to that..." or, well, he hoped most of them could've? He had a certain way bout things. Respect for all sorts, shapes, kinds. However messy and poorly explained he was sure it would've seemed if voiced out loud. So he left it silent, decided to impart it with his actions for once. To make a solid attempt at this whole leadership thing, for the sake of Sylvites memory. Everything she'd upheld, stood by, it still mattered to him; even if he lacked her moral code? He firmly believed the shadows could be warm, and the deadliness their organization embodied as a whole could be brandished softly. Like a wrap of throws. Just as easily as it could be turned into a shield, an edged blade. "...but that's neither here nor there. Now! Is there anything you need from me right now? I got snacks...a whole bird...don't think it's capable of tasting like turkey." he laid the tease on thick n dark like molasses, and paid far more mind to the man before him than the bird edging ever closer...
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2022 6:32 pm
Alright, so the eternal didn't want to be called eternal. Interesting. He'd think, considering how shitty of a position senshi used to be in, that he'd want to brag not only was he a senshi, not only was he eternal, but also eternals were seen the same way as generals, but-- "Alright, uh," he'd take a guess from the context around him, considering he never asked nor was he given a name, "Albite," hopefully that was right, "I'll just call you that, then." Was kinda like Sylvite. She never asked to be called general, he just did. Out of instinct, mostly. He'd spend a lot of time comparing this guy to Sylvite. His grip was firm, he would ignore being called a friendmingo--a flamingo?--as long as this guy was going to continue doing his quota for him. He wasn't polite enough to stop the bird from lurking, though. Especially since he just offered the bird as a food option... "Well, hope I don't learn I'm slated to be killed," noted Fulgurite, wryly--he'd almost rather know that he was hated or was to be dead than anything else--as he drew his hand back toward himself. "Honestly, what I need right now is to be allowed back home. I gonna have to rewind my show. Maybe even a whole episode." Hopefully this eternal would just. Let him leave now.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2022 5:55 pm
"Yeah! Just 'Albite', s'perfect!" done away with formality, he buried his want to sigh for Fulgurites leaving behind a grin; it was only fair. He had after all, completely upended the guys evening of watching some multi-episodic fanfare. Maybe he'd pry a name outta the guy later on, when he was more comfortable with the tide of new things that were coming. "N - ohmygosh - I wouldn't slate you for killing -- fffhh! Yes, just, you can go -- I uh, I'd take you myself, but I don't know where you live? N'less...can..can I send you back the same way I summoned you..." he shook his head for the errant thought and waved Fulgurite on. He figured that would've been something mentioned to him, if they could summon and send people wherever, however, etc. Ahwell, guess that meant more for him n bird, maybe he could teach it tricks? Lessons? Tooooo -- stop staring at his eyes so menacingly. Such an ornery bulk of a featherdustingly destructive force. "You had such better manners as a wisp!" the eternal hissed utter and absolute lies. Got baleful and uninterested blinks for all his trouble. It was going to be a day. He figured he should build a perch -- or maybe get a child-leash. Him n borbls would hit up Amazon for sure.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2022 11:32 pm
Okay, so he was Albite. That answered that question, at least. The guy who had been with Sylvite hadn't been an eternal, but time went by, and other people had gotten promoted so he guessed that made sense. Someone who had gotten that close to Sylvite, who had once been asked by their apparent Queen to help them, would be someone who had gotten to eternal-- Oh, good. He could leave. Albite didn't need to know that he wanted to leave because he wasn't catching up on a show-- Fulgurite smiled wryly, offered an, "Appreciated," as he got up and brushed himself off. He didn't offer any hint as to where he lived--no doubt this Albite could figure that out with access to his files, anyway--and instead gave that apparent pile of wisps that was now a bird one more wary glance before turning his attention to Albite one more time. "See ya, Albite." And Fulgurite vanished.
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