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 Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2012 9:19 pm
 ET and CoffeeGabe gets hit on by yet another girl. Apparently he now has a date. What.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 8:24 pm
 Women Are From Outer Space
This was absolutely ridiculous. Gabe was having serious trouble processing what had just happened.
First, while patrolling the park, he ran into a Dark Mirror Senshi. Namely, one Sailor Toutatis. Okay, not unusual. He ran into those a lot. In fact, he rather liked running into them. Dark Mirrors were fun and interesting.
Except, you know, this one flirted with him. That was...not something that happened. He had assumed, then, that it had something to do with his Negaverse uniform, which he had to admit he did look pretty damn good in. Plus, she was actually a pretty interesting girl, and he would have liked to get to know her a bit more.
So, okay, he was pretty hot as a Negaverser, he could see why a girl would be a little interested; he'd probably end up scaring her off later once she got to know him, whatever.
Except, then Vythica van Dread happened. Vythica was a horse of an entirely different color, because he had met her while a civilian and as a civilian, he definitely did not have the advantage of extremely tight Nega-pants. But Vythica was still interested. Hell, they'd had a date.
They were going to have another one.
What was he even supposed to do?
He, Gabriel Blake, had been informed by one Miss Vythica van Dread that he would be taking her out to dinner posthaste.
After, of course, she purchased him coffee and sat in his lap.
He stared almost incredulously at the piece of paper with her phone number, tacked to a bulletin board above his desk normally reserved solely for articles with headlines like "Are The 'Terrorists' of Destiny City Alien Invaders?" and "Dragon Sighted in Destiny Slums" and such. Vythica's number had a place of honor by being there, at least by his personal reckoning.
He was seriously debating forgetting it ever happened, but then again, he had given her his number in a fit of Oh My God A Girl Is Interested In Me-induced insanity. So he figured he was stuck with this.
Well. Only one thing to do, really.
Gabe walked downstairs and into his father's study.
"Dad, I have a date. What should I do?" He posited. This was probably one of the worst ideas he'd ever had, really.
His father turned around very, very slowly and stared at his son with raised eyebrows.
"You. Have a date." The obvious incredulity in Dallas Blake's voice made Gabe frown.
"I do. Is that really totally unbelievable?" He asked.
"With a girl?" Dallas prodded.
"Yes." Gabe frowned.
"A real girl, from Destiny City?"
"As far as I know, yeah, she's pretty real, we had a date earlier today and she wants me to take her out to dinner and I have no idea where." Gabe laid it all out on the table. "I mean, you and mom go out every Friday and whatever, right, so you've gotta know somewhere good in the city to take a girl." Perhaps it was the utter desperation in Gabe's voice that made his father finally relent, but either way, Dallas's incredulous look shifted to an amused smile.
"Just teasing you, son," he said. "What kind of girl is she?"
"She goes to Crystal, not on scholarship, so, uh, classy?" Gabe said. Classy seemed to about describe Vythica. (Also forward, insane, gorgeous and utterly out of Gabe's league, but whatever.)
"Huh. Upscale, then." Dallas tapped his foot, considering very seriously. "Maybe Cibo dell'Amore? It's an Italian place, I take your mom there when we're feeling fancy."
"Sounds perfect, thanks dad," Gabe said, and turned, running back upstairs to call Vythica.
This was going to be the best date she'd ever been on, damn it all.
[WC: 621 Words]
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 12:32 pm
 Let's Play A GameNatron trains wtih Sailor Aurora, and decides that he probably needs to worry about her safety. Poor girl.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 7:01 am
Episode 26Gabe takes Vythica out on a date. Things go...rather downhill.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 7:03 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 7:04 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 7:06 am
Midnight StalkingNatron gets into a battle with Super Sailor Ate, and gains both a concussion and a surprising amount of respect for her.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 6:54 pm
The Strength To Kill
It was a rare thing for Lt. Natron to be out after midnight, much less broaching on 2 or 3 in the morning. He preferred to go out early, get back in, and get some sleep. But tonight, sleep refused to come. So he was out again, having collapsed on the roof of an apartment complex, breathing heavily and feeling the weight of his confused, tangled emotions crashing down on him.
He had arrived home after his date, the date that had ended so...dramatically, to a barrage of questions from his excited parents. He brushed them off as best he could. Yes, the date had gone well, Vythica was amazing, the food was great, they had taken a lovely walk in the park after dinner, it had all gone fantastically; no, they wouldn't be meeting her tonight, but maybe some other time.
Apparently, they had been watching the news before he came home, because as he walked through the living room on the way to the stairs so he could get to his bedroom, he heard a report. One of those "this just in" alarmist bulletins. It had frozen him in his tracks.
A bulletin about a young girl, seemingly associated with one of the two terrorist gangs in the city, being found dead in the park after an anonymous tip led police to her body. There was no apparent cause of death, but foul play was suspected.
The starseed in his pocket suddenly felt very, very heavy.
He had then proceeded to blow his parents off, declaring himself utterly exhausted and in need of sleep. They had reluctantly let him go, clearly wishing for more information, but, he hoped, suspecting that he was merely shaken by the knowledge of the death of s done his age, not far from where he had admitted to being on his date. That was even mostly true.
He promised them more details about his date in the morning, after he got some rest, and Then took off as quickly as he could rather than hearing more of the report.
He had intended to sleep, after tucking the starseed away in a small box and setting it on his desk, among papers and magazines and news reports and doodles; piles of conspiracies all tangled together in a mess.
He had fallen into bed, utterly exhausted.
Sleep refused to come.
Every time he closed his eyes, the scene played out over again. Toutatis holding the Senshi by her arm and her hair. The girl's scream as he stuck his hand in her chest and wrapped his fingers around her starseed. And when he removed it, the light leaving her eyes, her body going limp.
He had killed a girl, someone likely not much older than him. Perhaps in her civilian identity, she was a student at his school, or at Vythica's. A friend or casual acquaintance of his or hers. The longer he thought about it, the worse he felt. He had committed an absolutely monstrous act.
He tossed and turned for hours, trying to sleep, and eventually had simply given up, powered up, and started running from rooftop to rooftop, as if by making his legs ache and his lungs burn for air he could make himself forget about it.
But he couldn't.
He couldn't make the images go away. Couldn't stop seeing her fall. Couldn't stop hearing that scream.
Couldn't forget where fault for her death lay.
Finally, he had collapsed, breathing heavily and letting it play over and over.
He had killed her, of course. It had been his choice, the only choice, because he couldn't allow an Order Senshi to know who Toutatis - Vythica - was.
But Vythica had compromised her identity for him. He could never forget that. He was the reason that she had felt obligated to help. He was the one that had gone rushing in to confront a Senshi far stronger than him, to help a fellow Negaverser and to protect her. She had jumped in to protect him, had let an enemy see her henshin because he needed help.
He could never let himself forget that.
He had returned the favor of Er protection, her rescue of him really, by ensuring that the Senshi that knew her identity never got a chance to share it with anyone.
He really tried to rationalize killing that Senshi in a more big-picture way. This was a war; there were casualties in war, on both sides. Senshi and Negaversers would die, and he was a soldier, and sometimes soldiers had to kill. That was what war was, and it was sad and tragic.
But that was nowhere near true.
That moment in the park hadn't been about Order or Chaos. It hadn't been about any war. Hadn't been about Senshi or Negaversers, or even about protecting his beloved planet Earth, remove one of the alien invaders.
It had been about Vythica, Toutatis, someone he cared about, being in danger.
It had been about making sure that danger was ended.
It hadn't been about the big picture, it had been about the little one. He hadn't killed to achieve some greater goal in a war, even if that seemed like an "easy out" rationalization.
He could, he found, live with that.
He could live with the idea of being capable of killing for the people he had met, in the Negaverse and in the Dark Mirror Court. Friends, allies, people he cared for.
As disturbed as he was by causing the death of another person, alien invader or not, he was a little comforted by the knowledge that for the people on his side, he could step up. He had spent a lot of time wondering if he was really, truly worthy of the Negaverse, and he found himself feeling more convinced that he in fact was, as odd as it seemed. After all, this had definitely not been about the Negaverse.
Causes were all well and good. He had plenty of loyalty to his cause. But he wasn't killing someone for Chaos. Maybe when he was deeper in, that would come.
But right now, he couldn't. As much as he loved his cause, he couldn't justify murder in the name of Chaos. Ideally, he would prefer to open eyes, to bring as many as possible to the right side. Corrupt or kill was the mantra, and he far preferred the idea of corruption.
For another individual, another soldier in this war, someone on his side? To keep someone he cared about safe? In a single moment, with a life on the line and no time to risk being unable to find someone capable of performing the corruption?
In that moment, with those stakes...
For that, he had the strength to kill.
[WC: 1,132 words]
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 6:18 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:16 pm
Joy and DodgeballNatron learns of yet another White Moon atrocity: the existence of Chibi Senshi. Also he kicks a small child and feels terrible about it forever. :c
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 5:20 pm
Simple and CleanNatron beats the s**t out of a Page with the help of Sailor Chariklo of the Dark Mirror, and in the process scares himself shitless.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 5:16 am
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