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 Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 6:44 pm
Foramen snorted, playing the part of being amused while his eyes went flat and cold. "Sure, and maybe the Negaverse should give me all their starseeds and then go off themselves."
It was just as likely, in his mind. Voluntarily spilling any secrets? Not a chance. The closest had been with someone he expected to find out within a few minutes, so he got it out first hoping to win extra points for that. He wasn't about to spill to Zac, though. If their positions were reverse, Foramen would think it tacky, badly-timed and smacking of desperation. No, thank you.
The mention of a youma had Foramen's interest piqued. He'd only seen them summoned once - by the corrupted senshi Hel. If this Zinkenite was about to do the same, that made it a Negaverse-wide trick. Or perhaps not, because otherwise the Lieutenants he'd fought before would have called on them to stop Foramen kicking their asses? Perhaps that meant it was the equivalent of a Super-and-up attack? He could test that theory right now.
"Show me what you've got, handsome," Foramen all but purred. "Unless you're just a baby Lieutenant posturing at being able to summon one."
Ha. Zinkenite wasn't the only one who could play games to uncover information.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 7:06 pm
Zinkenite gave a short laugh.. "Maybe I don't think your worth it." He replied flippantly.... "But then again, someone who can't even be honest to people he cares about enough that they -bother- him...well..." He shrugged. "Definatly not worth dirtying my hands over. But...you also -want- this way too much." He tipped his chin down like a scolding teacher, like a parent about to deny someone his candy.
"It was a pleasure meeting you... Sailor Foramen... we might speak again when you are more honest with yourself...and others."
He dipped his hand in his pocket and tossed the smoke pellet at the all too enthusiastic foramen, no...he'd shown enough of his hand for one night and he was -tired-, though he couldn't resist swinging one last punch through the growing wall of smoke before he teleported away with a final burst of laughter.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 7:32 pm
The only thing worse than Zinketine deciding Foramen wasn't worth a fight, was the do-gooder advice to be more honest. He froze in place, while his brain went into a snarling fury demanding to know where a Negaverse agent got off giving anyone moral advice. His mouth opened to spill out the howlings of his brain... And that was when Zink threw his smoke bomb.
His lungs filled with smoke. Foramen immediately burst into hacking coughs. He was desperate for air, but with only more smoke about his, he raised both hands to his mouth to try and prevent more smoke inhalation. A sudden hit to his cheek had him knocked to the ground. Mocking laughter filled the air, then cut off.
It took another minute or two for the smoke to completely dissipate, but Foramen was in no rush. He'd sensed the moment that Zinkenite left, the animal instinct all humans had that screamed 'danger' disappearing along with Zink's mirth.
And Foramen was left more frustrated than ever, and with burning lungs and watering eyes to boot. <******** it, he decided. Clearly looking for a fight wasn't going to get him any kind of relief. He certainly wasn't taking Senor-Smokebomb's advice and heading back to Zac. Foramen's immediate goal had changed to a shower to wash the smoke from his eyes and hair, anyway. Cursing and coughing, he rifted himself home.
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