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[Reg]-Beach Party!

There's a party at the beach and everyone is invited!

[SOLO]-Scratch until it bleeds

[Reg]-Let's Go!

Kess leads the agents on a morning fun run... well... a morning run anyway. Maybe minus the fun. ((Dead in the water))

[R]-Wild Dogs:
Realgar meets Zia, the human host behind the guardian Zirconia. (Finished)

Battle-The Power of Friendship

Realgar takes on Senshi Media and Page Failas, with his new partner-youma Redline as backup. Are two newly recruited Order agents a match for one aggressive Negaverse Captain and his Youma?

Solo: Sandwich Prep -1062 words


"OK... so... get down Thingie..." He waved a hand at the thin black and white cat who was trying to sneak up on the pork roast still resting on a plate, cold and colorful from it's overnight rest in the fridge. "Chill overnight in paprika, salt, pepper, garlic and red pepper... we did that..."

A dedicated and somewhat typical single man, Falco tended not to cook anything more complicated than a home made pizza, but he'd heard good things about cooking with crock pots, and had gone out of his way to purchase one to try. It would make having food waiting much easier after a busy day. Also he owed a particular young woman a sandwich. He thought this might work out nicely.

"No, Thingbeast, go forage in the laundry room." He shooed the cat again, picking up the roast with a slight crinkle of his nose and depositing it into the black ceramic crock. "Ok so now we need... brown sugar... well, wash hands first..."

The cats, honestly, weren't paying much mind to the running commentary while he set up, and only flattened their ears slightly as they found new vantages from which to eye the food preparation, trying to levitate it with their minds as Falco washed meat juices and spices off his hands, and went on to measure out and level brown sugar, dumping it into the crock pot over the meat.

"Then, uh... ok we need... the apple cider vinegar..." He'd had to go out of his way to get some of these ingredients, and measured some of them, like the cider, out in advance. "Annnnd... the Barbecue sauce... " He emptied them over the resting roast one at a time, ticking off items on his mental check list. It sure looked odd, but it got good reviews. "And then we need the beef broth." He poured that over last, peering into the crock with a raised eyebrow and muttering. "You'd better be worth it." before he put the lid on and fixed it into place.

"...Why am I even doing this, I have no idea where the hell to find her again?" He asked, holding a hand out to Jo, who craned her neck out and sniffed his fingers with the calm dignity of a fluffy queen, then rubbed her cheek against his hand, purring.

"...You're right. Even if I don't see her it's not like we can't eat it, right? Well maybe not you guys. You guys shouldn't have garlic, but I can fix you a treat anyway."

He felt as though the part of their conversation that he should be lingering on was the 'very pretty' part, when she'd reached out to brush his hair in a familiar way, but it wasn't the part he kept coming back to.
It was the part about Generals. How all the Lieutenants and Captains she'd met had been decent sorts for the most part... and then they went to General. Then they 'got stabby'.

He'd purposefully missed the point at the time, tucking it into the dark recesses of his thoughts with the intent to forget about it, but it scratched and picked ad wouldn't be ignored.

He'd avoided the topic, he was now pretty sure, because he hadn't even bee able to convincingly lie to himself, let alone someone else, that he would somehow be different, that earning the title of General would make him a bene... a be... A kind leader, issuing in a new age of peaceful, citizen defending Negaverse.

"Jo. Am I doing the right thing?" he asked, scratching her softly behind the ear. "Am I turning into the kind of guy you want to hang around with?"
She blinked at him, owlishly, then turned and jumped down, wandering into the other room with an slow motion swish of her bushy tail.
Realistically it was foolish to think that he was having an cat answer his question, but it still made something in the pit of his stomach do an uncomfortable flip flop.

"...Yeah that's what I thought." He turned back to the crock pot, setting it to low and the timer for ten hours, and stared inside as though he were trying to view the future in the contents, like a fortune teller might read entrails.
"What the hell am I doing guys?" And why didn't he feel worse about it? He'd dragged Camelot behind Redline, a nightmare scenario for any rider, but he'd laughed about it. He still wanted to laugh about it. Flailing limbs and sparks were funny enough, but he could have hit his head on something. And those two baby idiots.

Maybe he wouldn't have let it bother him so much if he hadn't started talking to Media first, but she'd been so god damned cheerful, so open and trusting and just... blind. She had legitimately thought he was there to help out and be friends.

Not his style of fighting. His stomach did that flip flop again and he sighed, closing his eyes.

He should feel worse, but there wasn't any 'worse' there. It was almost there, but it wasn't define well, like trying to look at something through glass that had been thickly streaked with black paint. You could catch glimpses, but you didn't really have access to it.

"What the hell AM I doing?"

They had medals now, shiny little tokens for smudging out bits of you that used to be important, but that didn't help, and fighting didn't help... and he couldn't just... quit. They'd probably turn him into a youma or something. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life being someone's monster flunkie, getting dusted here and there by some rookie senshi or being sent to the Surrounding to collect energy. He wasn't an attack dog, he wasn't an errand boy...

"I used to be a racer."

He wasn't even sure he could get out. They'd pulled Lina back, but he might not even get as far as she had if he tried. Zink was smart, good with information, and any attempt to get in contact with Camelot and say 'lets see if you're right' might just get him sent fast to the grave, which would be one, sort of permanent way out of this fix but then who would take care of Jo and Mac and Thing?

He just didn't know.

[Reg]-Sandwiches to Go - Done <3

Having promised a certain young woman sandwiches, Realgar decides to make good on his word... assuming he can find her again.

[???]-Something or other for the Cure: Realgar and Asclepius

Can the Senshi of medicine take the bitter pill that is Realgar? Or is he just too poisonous?