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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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 Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2023 3:32 pm
Eternal Sailor FulguriteIt was hard to pretend that the atmosphere in the room wasn't tense. Might've honestly been as thick as the smoke that could have been caused by Faustite's fire if it weren't for the fact that the fire seemed busier just consuming him. Fulgurite wasn't really sure what to do with such a ready display of what made him so uncomfortable with what the Negaverse did. Here it was, one of the Negaverse's own creatures consuming one of their agents from the inside out. Cryolite clung hard, his nails tearing holes in his fixable garb, and did he really blame him? There was a moment where his eyes widened in minor surprise; he didn't necessarily expect Cryolite to snap back in such a way, earning a bit of the ire of their flaming general. At least it didn't get too harsh of a response, though Fulgurite did caution with a quiet, "Take it easy," to the boyfriend he held close to his side. "I quite like your tongue," he snickered, as he dropped his voice even lower, underneath the debate and the din, "but I don't think this is the time." Wasn't being taken like it was the time, at least. Definitely wasn't the time if the guy in front of them was potentially going to be wearing a whole skin cape. Did he have a good alternative to offer? Well, no. It sounded like bringing in his team for this kind of messaging was a more last resort tactic than a first move tactic. But he would also keep the both of them out of the barbecue. Lieutenant BoraxBorax nodded to Jadarite when she arrived next to her, before shifting his gaze toward the center of attentions who looked like he'd rather be receiving less of them. He had to admit, there was something interesting to the image of a walking flame potentially wearing skin. It spoke deeper to the ifrit than much else had in his mind, and to think that was something under Faustite drew his hunger like little else. Well, until it was tempered by the reminder of death. He wouldn't really want that. Borax aimed for a life eternal moreso than a life ending too early... So, more energy. Fine, easy. Done. He could do that so long as it would sustain him, because it sounded like there weren't a whole lot of extra options. Food, such as a human would normally eat. Alright. "Think we might be able to find a technological solution of some sort?" He pursed his lips. "Even if just temporarily. Life support might be able to be retooled to work for someone who is also half of ... fire, as it were."
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2023 9:03 pm
Basic Cryolite, Corrupt Senshi of Sublimation
Cryolite quite liked his tongue, sharp as it was, he did. Liked it right where it was, in fact; firmly attached and in his skull. Except, just then? He felt like he wanted to swallow it, not even because he'd been ever so slightly admonished over what he'd said. He and Faustite spoke like this all the time, didn't they? This was the usual route and trade of words given and taken with just the slightest bit of edge and snarl too them.
That didn't bother him in the slightest---
No, the thing that made him unclench his curled nails from Fulgurites blue swath of drapery and slap a hand over his mouth in silencing reflex, the thing that widened his normally narrow and icy gaze full of intense study and smarm.
It was what fell out of Faustites mouth, because even though the man was literally on fire just -- oh -- all of the ******** time, correct? The ******** 'future' they were trying to prevent still stood starkly in Cryolite's focused bit of vision; the ******** wasn't anyone else floored, galled, stricken!? If Faustites anything near an end looked even somewhat like -- boiling skin and burning to death -- Cryolite wanted to gag.
Somehow 'to death' registered as more startling than 'while still alive'; Cryolite couldn't place it, why it disturbed him so much more. Should've been a nice reprieve for their General, really, to die instead of suffer like some eternal hellspawn set forth on their plane of existence evermore.
Very suddenly, Cryolite decided he was going to be sick, that he wanted to go--- he didn't want any more answers that no one seemed to actually have. He didn't exist off hopes, prayers, and the good-hearted wishes of others! If there weren't facts then why were they there at all? To forestall the inevitable, to try, try, try again to keep everything from falling apart without actually abating anyones fears of reality...
"Whatever you need-- send me a list -- even if it's to be iced down periodically? Honestly," there was as much put upon exasperation in the hiss of words as there was fitful meaning circled by a hint of illness. Certainly there was fear under that thin layer of permafrost, a deep layer of concern. "And I mean it -- Waru -- ******** text us if you need something. That you've all waited this long, and with him looking like this? We are your team need I remind. I was at your damnable 'vow-giving' -- I want to be kept up to speed," huffed harshly through a split of thin fingers and dark nails, the words translatable into the fact that he didn't want Albite shouldering it all on his own. Oh, how he knew the martyriums, masochistic son of a b***h absolutely would go on and act as if he were the only agent in the room who bothered to care sometimes.
As if the ring made him singled out for 'special' --- Syrus was going to ream him over the coals for keeping secrets, but later. Because Fulgurite had maybe, possibly, been right in warning him to hold his tongue with a little more iron grip and firm will than he was capable of mustering just then. A thing he couldn't find it in himself to do it while confronting the living not-yet-dead and the entourage of fanatics trying to prevent the 'future' that hadn't yet come to pass.
Like some ******** up Christmas Carol....
At the end of which Cryolite didn't wish to meet the ghosts -- they were already in the room -- so clearly seen. His himbmuncuolous of a friend would certainly be one of them. Mizuki had every reason to cry, and Tama to wail, and him to gnash his teeth. This was horrible. All of it.
"I mean it--we're going to get you -- things, now, gawhds I wish I could teleport on my own sometimes I swear..." both truth and lie because he both did and did not like being somewhat dependent on Fulgurite; if it meant they got to spend time together? A boon. When he was in a fix of a pickle? A burden. Right this second, though? He was torn in two and wishing for two things at once, but mostly? He was tugging Fulgurite out of the room in a huff -- he would send Faustite energy once he could see past the prickle of frustrated tears full of dismay that he absolutely ******** would not show to anyone else in the room.
Maybe if he spent some time venting to Fulgurite -- then putting new holes in Albites ears with his teeth because, really? Some forewarning would've been kind!! Because they were friends, right?
Still -- they had to be --
[Cryolite Out!!]
Eternal Husband Albite, Corrupt Senshi of Retribution
"I'll uhmn...that's my fault...I'll get back to Cryo later, kay?" Albite was half speechless, half chagrined, he winced at Cryolites sudden exit; watched Fulgurite with all the longing of a man damned n drowning looking towards the guy who stood on firm n dry islands a long distance aways. Wordlessly wished him good luck with fixing more problems he'd felt he'd unwittingly caused by being careless as he was clueless. Let Fulgurite n Cryolite go, if that was what they were doing, cause there were still others to attend to...
Fafnir n Zuzu n Helio -- Borax -- the rest of the team who was in attendance and avidly waiting an answer, had questions that needed more n what he could give. Then there was Faustite, flagging at his own desk, looking like he wanted to be spared from it all. "I think---I think if we need anything else, ********. We'll text you guys? Through the tablets, phones, or Headache -- s'alot in the way of comms -- if anyone can thermal proof some tech s**t m'not gonna be pissed cause that'd be extra useful regardless. Someone's always in the hospital for something and their tech is severely lacking sometimes. Specially since our Firebrand's the hottest General around -- got enough ********' punch cards that I think the nurses keep the free sandwhiches ready n on tap," and he did smile at Borax and the Mau's as he watched Haymitch bound around the desk like a rag doll, mostly to comfort himself, because there were those big, big, big kippn eyes all on that black bundle of fur, and because he was worried that if he tried dragging Mizuki in he might rattle all her nerves up all over again. Girl'd just caught her breath -- he'd have to take her out, no, to let Faustite take her out and explain all the trials and errors they'd already run through. Right now? They were just focused on what they knew would keep his boy going -- friend -- father -- husband all in one. N'till the death bell tolled that seemed to be energy what was on the menu.
Cause Faustite wasn't dying!! He wasn't----
"If Firebrand's needing the energy? Get the energy, if you've got starseeds on hand? I--I don't think it could make things worse at this point. Considering the problem we're tryna overcome now. Anything that rears up afterwords'll get managed. I'd rather take the problems one fix could bring than miss out on trying it at all, yanno?" Albite stammered hopefully, found solid ground in a third stroke of soft fur. Detoxing could come n go and they could re-rehab his boy if they needed to, that was an option all laid out with plans and people in place to help handle it for sure. ********, he'd go to Jet as many times as was necessary, on his knees if it came to it.
"We're open to everything else...right Firebrand? S'far as suggestions go," all sincerity and soft smiles as he eyed Faustite again, hopefully, and some of his ask was about assuring the others. Making them feel like their attempts were good n necessary and true of heart! Sometimes all anyone could do when someone else was sick was bring chicken noodle soup to the table, and if it helped? It helped, and if it didn't? You gave it to the dog n thanked 'em for their efforts anyways, cause the thought and the trying meant so damn much sometimes...
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2023 10:01 pm
Guardian Haymitch
Okay... so their general needed more energy... he could also look into some ways to get some tech to just... freeze Faustite if necessary? Maybe? Did that even work with fire from a youma? He was... very much out of his depth and would need to research it. Or ask.
Maybe he could sync with Tama and see what could be done in the mean time. At the very least, they could find some sort of ointment or salve for the burns. His attention was grabbed as Cryolite almost looked like he was about to hurl all over the floor. Maybe he could also invest in getting the team some cuddle support... namely of him. It was the best he could do, given that he couldn't drain energy to take starseeds.
There had to be... something, right? There had to be.
Haymitch loafed on the desk, staring off at the paperwork in thought, trying to find a braincell that worked.
In his time in the Negaverse, he heard of two others who'd been half youma'd in the line of duty and then... did something about it. Cinnabar, who'd vanished, and Tanzanite. The latter was... to be honest, he had no idea. There were logs about Tanzanite, and then there weren't. Other half youma agents were either lower rank, or generals without a youma trying to eat them alive.
Aaaahhhhgggg why was thinking so hard!? It was like his brain was trying to reach for something that he couldn't reach and it was very frustrating! Why would that string be there?! Why did that light look like that?! Did Faustite accidently burn up all the catnip again??? Was that why he felt like his brain was about to implode???
Haymitch rolled over, paws rubbing his own cheeks, and splayed his legs out in an attempt to find an braincell that was working. It was really hard to find one now. He'd had it! For like. A second! He swore he had it! He'd connected to mainframe!
Nope. He got nothin'. Absolutely empty and now he was just thinking about mice and treats. And mice shaped treats. And treats made out of mice.
ARG THIS WASN'T HELPING!
Quote: He's just rolling on the desk, looking for the one brain cell that's with Albite rn
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2023 7:58 am
"Starseeds will just feed the youma." Fafnir said, finally speaking up. "That's why there was issues with it before. While I appreciate the concept of 'do whatever we can and deal with that problem later', I don't think we should chance anything that might make the youma side stronger. We want to support you, Faustite, not your youma half."
Sliding a glance at his brother for a moment, his mouth set in determined lines, he nodded and then half bowed to his general, hair sliding over his shoulder.
"I'm going to get to work then, if you don't mind. Please keep me updated." His eyes rose, searching for Faustites, and he hoped his sincerity showed. "I would very much like to keep you as you are, than see you burn up."
It was the best he could really offer, as much as he wanted to do more. He wasn't an expert at these things, had little idea how youma worked in practice. He could gather energy, and would, but it frustrated him how little else he could offer. A nod for Helio, and he teleported himself back to the city, determined to get a start on his new quota.
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Bishoujo-senshi Mahou-shoujo
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2023 10:09 am
Tama watched the room for reactions. And they were all over the place. Offers of starseeds, energy, aid. Remarks on the state of things, some helpful, some hysterical. Still, others with questions. But he knew Faustite wasn’t good at answering questions. That’s why he refrained from asking any. But, boy, did he have them! Mainly, how did this situation get so ******** us so quickly. “Well, you know our agreement, if you need to invoke it.”He knew Faustite hadn’t asked to use it the second he got the letter. Perhaps it was the best he could do. For now. He looked at Fafnir. Was there truly a Faustite without the youma part? He wasn’t so sure. He ran this long nails through Haymitch’s fur as he rolled on the desk. a-disgruntled-dragon Some scritches for Haymitch’s brain cells.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2023 4:04 pm
Faustite hated having to consider Heliodor's question, but it was one that made sense to ask. Were starseeds going to help, or hurt? He knew what happened last time Murikabushi's magic ignited a taste for them, and he'd gone through his fair handfuls before Jet came up with an assistive device for curbing the cravings. Even now, the word alone invoked a salivary response about which Faustite was loath to speak. He still needed to consider the question, however.
His youma side was getting worse to the point that he required energy, and he knew that starseeds were not only a concentrated source of energy, but also a fast track to youmafication if he ate too many at once. He had Jet's bracelet still, he could use it at need, but he likewise did not know if he would have to resort to starseeds before they figured a solution. But, if he was inevitably sliding into youmafication, then would eating starseeds have any effect on the outcome? If the end result is joining his friends in the Rift, then what did it matter if he used starseeds before he reached that point?
Faustite sighed through his nose, then coughed wanly. "Want to hold off on starseeds as long as possible. Will notify you if I need you to get them."
Borax suggested technical options, life support, but Faustite knew less than nothing about such options. His response was a look in Borax's direction, something inquisitive if pervasively tired (by no fault of the Lieutenant's question). "Discuss that with the Mauvians. Don't want my consciousness jammed into a robot, though." If it came to that.
And Cryolite's outburst? Far more telling for how the man felt about this situation than Faustite had initially gathered. The concern was there, surely, but the fright? As palpable as the frost that rolled off him during his magic. He looked positively green in the face for the answer he received, and Faustite understood none of why that answer had aggrieved him so. He wasn't sure what there was to be emotionally attached to in that instance — he spoke of inevitabilities if they did nothing, and as far as Faustite was concerned, none of them would be shouldering the eternal pain alongside him. What was Cryolite so bent out of shape about, then? And taking Fulgurite with them — those two had gotten comfortable with each other.
Faustite blinked at the pair's exit, and that was that.
For as much as he was growing weary while fielding these questions, he was grateful that Albite stepped in for a change. He was clumsy in a leadership position, uncertain of himself, but in that moment? It didn't matter to Faustite. While the boy spoke, and Faustite expected him to speak at length, the burning General folded his arms on his desk and laid his head on them. Breathed a sigh. Felt the exhaustion that dominated his life from wake to sleep. He could've napped right then, were it not for Albite calling on him to answer.
"Yes," came his muffled perfunctory response.
When Fafnir spoke up, Faustite's heart warmed for the care expressed therein. While the boy was typically a wall of ice, always impenetrable for both reading his thoughts and recognizing his motives, he still carried with him a measure of sweetness that never failed to impress the General. Lucky for him, his arms blocked view of his smile.
Haymitch and Tama were being cats, of course, and Tama's mention of that agreement earned a hiss of hush. "Saving that," he warned the Mauvian quietly.
"Now go home, all of you. Your questions exhaust me." As did breathing, or taking a piss, or even waking up.Quote: Fin for all~ You can assume this is your character's exit post, or you can post one of your own!
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