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 Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2022 5:31 am
Faustite shook his head. It was already more than he could have asked for from anyone. Being deprived of his freedoms, however momentary, was a familiar thing; he disliked how comforting it felt, but he kept to himself about it. There would be time to reflect on that as long as he was down there, holed up in that ruined place, with no company but for the youma rats that came to taunt him and the empty chairs arranged ever conversationally.
He was lucky — or unlucky — that he was still alive.
Headache, however, was intrigued by this turn of events. Human interpersonal situations never ceased to surprise it — it could never fully predict how the face of one person would shock another, and how a different face would evoke a wildly different response in the same person. Headache played at this type of response whenever he took on the faces of the few departed teammates, and each time, it received largely the same response, save for a few times it was around its burning master. But this — this constellation of strange interactions pleased it as much as it could feel pleasure, and the collection of bugs was quite content to blow off Albite's indignant response.
Headache knew Arles, so Albite's lack of recognition led it to wonder if youma were beneath notice to senshi. That, alone, would've been worth acting upon, had it not had explicit orders from its master. But Albite wasn't anywhere near Arles and Headache when they attacked that machine, was he?
No matter. The fireflies buzzed together, coalesced into the hulking black dog born of the night sky, with a rictus cut into the cloth. Surely Albite had seen it before. And if the shape wasn't enough to remember, it ambled slowly toward Albite and pantomimed sniffing his butt.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2022 6:27 pm
“Accurate,” Jet snorted humorlessly at the way Headache shifted and gathered to form the shape of the most annoying youma that he naturally had to bond with. He swore he could hear the stupid cackling of that dumb dog in the back of his head.
Or maybe Arles really was eavesdropping and lurking in the shadows. Ah, but Jet would have been able to feel it.
“Arles is a youma I’ve bonded with,” he explained as he glanced down at his hands again. He shook them out as if that would take away the pain. He would just have to treat them once he got back to the castle.
“You really want to tempt him with yours and his death, when he’s asked me to take you with me already?” Jet tilted his head at Albite, considering him, although his tone hadn’t changed. He wasn’t angry. At the moment. Nor was he particularly happy or amused by the situation. It was all rather bleak. He didn’t want to leave Faustite in the Rift by himself, but it was the best option for everyone.
“I didn’t take you to be the type to be cruel. And I already said you were coming with me,” he reminded and nodded to Faustite. “You can have your tearful reunion later. When he’s not tempted to eat your starseed. Let’s go.”
And with that, Jet made sure Faustite didn’t need anything else before taking his exit of the building, but waited for Albite outside so they could make the journey back to the Hall together.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2022 6:20 pm
Jet has a pet dog?! The thought must've shown on his face like some fresh sort of surprise, how the ******** had he missed that? He was so sure Jet would've been a cat person -- what with the likes of Aqua around, who the hell knew he was a dog guy this whole time!!
It explained so much, and nothing at all, and didn't matter a single god damn iota -- even as he circled Headaches form to catch all the shadowy angles in an attempt to jog his memory of ever seeing such a beast. He missed so many th--and then the circling became him swatting messily at the pile of buzzy butt sniffers, because rude!!
The mimicked motions rung some sorta bell though, had a whole distant echo of familiarity to them. Had they really met before? Had he just mistaken such a good pupper for another denizen of the Rift instead of somebody's personal pet? Chances were high for that -- and the words that followed, orders that were offered soft, Jet was being quasi-kind while making his point extra ******** clear.
Even if Albite hadn't wanted to follow him? He knew Jet was right about this, about Faustite making his wishes known. Needing space till he felt more stable n less hangry in the bad ending kinda ways. N really, how many times did someone have to tell him the same thing ten different ways before the meaning of it all sunk the hell in? Knowing all of that didn't undo his frustration for the moment, being damn near useless right there n then to either of them, making more a mess of everything instead of offering a real solution.
He'd gotten to see his boy though, n knowing he was alive, near enough to find -- knowing Jet had a plan? Albite could roll with that.
"I'm not counting the years in your gift horses mouth Jet, m-m'comin..." that he was being called cruel pulled him into slow, stalling, step; shoving his hands behind his back where he could clench them beneath his dreads, because if he didn't keep them to himself? Who knew what the ******** he'd do. "I'll be back Firebrand, ********, I love you, okay?" he tried for quiet, and winced for the way the words cracked, having to rush past Headache and out beyond Jet's waiting form in the aftermath of it, because otherwise he would cry---
"Jet -- how's your, guhh...Lissn, I know he's not okay, but I can't do anything about that right now, except make it worse...so..." and the Eternal was staring ever so very pointedly at Jet's hands, hissing the words nice n soft, even as he walked backwards while facing the man. Begging for a distraction from the everything he'd failed to face in the dim little hut.
If he could make something better. Anything at all. High hopes for the chance to quash how angry he was at the Senshi who'd caused all this. Accident or not, he wasn't in a particularly forgiving mood just then.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2022 6:03 pm
Faustite kept silent and tense while the pair got around to leaving. Jet was right to remind Albite of the consequences; while he understood that his boy wasn't born with a sense of self-preservation, staying would unquestioningly spell certain death here. While the reputation of being a black widower was only a distant concern, Faustite wondered if an extra night with his spouse meant more to Albite than living the rest of his life with said spouse, but later. Considering Albite wasn't the sharpest, however…
Faustite released his held breath once the pair was out of sight. He still felt them on the outside, their auric uniqueness pouring over the landscape of perpetual youma signature, which reinforced his aloneness. Soon, there would be nothing but youma. Soon, he'd be back to his own thoughts, and he hadn't realized how even an unpleasant encounter had been its own comfort.
His boy's voice boomed until it didn't, his last words being some bastardization of the words I'm coming. "No you're not," Faustite whispered to himself. He covered his face with his hands, then carded claws through his hair.
Jet had offered some measure of hope, however long it would take, which allowed Faustite to coexist with feeling distraught. He could think past it enough to reason what to do next, and though his thoughts were ever on his boy and his team, he knew they would wait. Albite hadn't brought news of taking over the team or entrusting it to Jadarite; he had to think that they would still receive him when he returned. It had to be so.
Faustite knew he could stay for another few minutes, if the surrounding youma hadn't come to bother him. But once those two auras departed, it would be time to scrounge more food out of the caches he could find.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2022 7:48 am
Jet waited, maybe more patiently than he should for the heartfelt I love you from Albite. He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth as he looked at his hands again, flexing them and trying to decide his best course for getting them healed up. Maybe Axinite had some secret item stashed away. Or maybe he would just suffer through and see how long it took him to heal on his own.
When Albite asked, when he finally caught up to him, Jet gave him an exasperated look and held up his hands to show the red and blistered flesh.
“He’s not okay right now, but he will be. I want to make sure that everyone else stays okay -- and alive.”
They didn’t need to label Faustite as the fox in the hen house. They just needed to get things sorted out, and he needed to talk to the Queen about a new project with their alien guest.
“You can make it better, I think. I’ll let you know if I end up needing help with this project. I don’t know much about the kind of stuff Faustite likes to wear, but if you can find me an example of a… necklace or bracelet he’d be likely to wear, I could work with that.” Shiningamisgirl Potential fin with your next post? <3
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2022 8:40 pm
*He would be*Albite ate the statement like an oath, a bond, a promise -- Faustite would be okay -- the others would stay alive, at no one else's expense, save maybe their own time and effort. That was well worth it though. A little bit of secrecy, a lotta bit of hope n toil. They could get it done. Albite didn't care how he helped, whatever it took, even if it was some small way that he could.... His eyes lit up, a trickle of determination that overrode the wince he held for the sight of Jets upturned hands, one of familiar sympathy, because he knew that pain. Also because did have a piece of Jewelry in mind. Available, even. "I can help you out with that right now. With that and those...cause s**t..you're not getting much done like that Jet, seriously," Waru honest to goodness couldn't tell if Jet was bold or batshit sometimes, though truthfully? He was ******** grateful for whichever side of that coinflip he fell on, for all that it gave the man enough drive to help when he could've simply said ******** it all n let die the half-youma with a penchant for people eating, "take it from the guy who plays with fire on the regular. I've got remedies for your self-inflicted second degree maladies.....heh.....I got that one from the infirmary. I'm a cardmember now..like..I get free popsicles when I come in, n free burn stuff too. Mostly cause I think they get tired of seeing me? So if they pamphlet me through how to manage it all at homeee...." All come hither n let me take care of you intoned, because what better way to say thank you, than with actions that Waru hoped would spare Jet -- whatever Jet wouldn't spare himself, probably. It was better than nothing, n maybe he could meet Jet's dog again while he worked? N maybe that would take his mind off of -- The broken hovel fading into the distance, and the faintest trickle of smoke trailing from it's failed chimney-stack. Strickenized Thank you both always for all the RP!!! Sorry this took so long, it's always such a good time!
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