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 Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 10:41 am
[510 words]- The Television chattered in the background, with the sound down, and he watched it inattentively, eyes half lidded as he scratched Jo behind the ears, listening more to the sound of the fluffy cat purring than he was to the forced jokes and canned laughter of the program that was on. He wasn't even sure what he was watching any more. He thought he'd turned it on to a crime drama, but at some point it seemed to have changed over to something in a hospital.
"You know, Zee is right. I think I might go for it." He noted. This garnered only a brief blink from Jo before she closed her eyes again, heaved a sigh and curled up into a ball on his chest, tucking her tail up over her nose.
"...You know Camelot says if you... you know... side swap you loose part of your memories. Not sure why." He paused again, stroking the cat's shoulders, marveling at the delicacy of the bone structure hiding under her thick, soft coat, and idly making a note to give her a bath and rub. Oat rubs were good for the coat of long haired cats, and they needed regular and extra attention to be in top form.
"...Apparently it could be pretty much anything too I guess. I mean... I might forget being Realgar, forget that one of my old students is a general in an war with space people...or I might forget... " He paused, rolling the thought around like a candy of uncertain taste, trying to decide if it was palatable. It set him on edge, all the dangerous possibilities. Candy that might well be full of glass powder. Or razors. Or both.
"I might forget being Me. I might forget you guys. Then what happens? I guess I wouldn't care, but, I mean I do. I don't know what will happen. I don't know how to plan for the possibilities on that one. Do I leave myself a note? Here's who you were, here's what you did... These are your cats..."
Jo lifted her head long enough to yawn and gave him a beleaguered 'why are you speaking to me' look, unclear why there was discussion that did not involve her being served an piece of salmon steak.
"I think this is something that I need to do, I just gotta figure out a plan for this. I'll make sure you guys are covered no matter what happens though. You know I would never leave you guys in the lurch."
He turned to look for the remote, deciding to turn off the television. His mind just wasn't in it, and it was starting to bother him watching strangers pretend to be in love and snog each other when he was feeling uncomfortable and alone.
"I'm gonna try and talk to Zia I guess. She might have something to say about this. Then I'll try and catch up to Camelot. He's the one who supposedly knows how all this stuff goes down. Maybe he has some advice." [Reg] JoyRide- (Finished) Realgar has something to discuss with Zia, but she's got a few other things on her mind.
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 10:42 am
[676 words]- Notes: He had no idea how you prepared for the potential to loose part of your memories, memories that might well be pretty important, and felt bad for those who had been part of the initial discovery that you did loose slices of your life. He had however discovered that if you wanted to think about writing yourself a note, summarizing the life you were about to forget, you made sure to shut the cats in the laundry room because damn, it was hard to write so much as a shopping list with one cat stealing your pen, one sitting on the paper, and the other one trying to bite you on the ankle because their water dish hadn't been refreshed in the past ten minutes. Granted it wasn't much easier to focus when there was a set of fuzzy paws and claws reaching out from under the laundry room door for anything they could reach and yowls of protest. He had thought about cracking open the laptop, but it was easier to get rid of paper than it was a digital record. He wasn't a tactician to the level Zinkenite was, but he didn't live under a rock either. "Watch." He commented to the yowling cats. "I'll write this s**t, hide it somewhere, then forget it, and then the next tenant will find it and be really confused. Or rich, after they sell it to the tabloids. "Confessions of a Destiny City Terrorist" or something. The blank sheet of paper stared back at him, and the disposable ball point pen felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. He'd been making excuses since he sat down to write. Lined paper. Blank paper. Blue ink. Black ink. He'd even debated using a pencil because damnit... The idea of putting this down on paper was actually scarrier than the idea of actually telling someone he was planning on doing it. People forgot details. The paper wouldn't change a thing unless someone destroyed it. Shredded it. Burned it. Both. He hadn't even written anything down, and he was half tempted to toss it in the sink and throw in some matches. Purge the paper before he had even written down one word. He just needed to get one word down. Then he could start writing. After he got that first word down than the rest would be easy, right? It would be a weight off his shoulders. Zac never came here. No one came here. No one knew, he was pretty sure... that he spoke with Camelot. That he spoke with Zia. Chances were greater that someone knew that he'd let Media and her Knight friend walk away. That sooner or later might be questioned. The fact that it had not yet been made him feel that much more as though he were invisible. "I thought I was getting a special invitation. I thought I was supposed to be someone important." Resentment bled into the lingering fear, slowly, turning the pit of his stomach from a knot of ice to an cauldron of roiling bile. "...I thought I meant something." I am not a piece of meat. He blinked, realizing only then, that he'd actually written the words down, the pen pressed so hard into the paper that it had torn in places, thin edges curling from his forceful strokes. The words indentation had pressed into several sheets below. I am not a piece of meat."I am not a piece of meat." He repeated quietly, running the fingers of his off hand over the sheet. That was what it boiled down to. Zia was right. Regardless of who was right or wrong, as long as his Starseed was corrupt, he was just a dog on the leash. Another piece of meat to throw into the gears of war. Promote if he survived, and throw back in. He had to slip his collar before he could figure out his own path. He needed a new path. "...******** it. I can't do this right now." ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Reg]- Drive until you see the sun Regulus and Camelot
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 3:41 pm
[REG]- Streets and Cats- ********* and Realgar- FIN ------ SOLO: As the cheerful little round Guardian trotted away, the sound of her little bell quickly lost to the noises of the city, he sat back and heaved an deep, slightly shaky sigh. So. That happened. This was actively happening. He'd set gears in motion, and suddenly they loomed large and felt like they might crush him. He was going to get out of the negaverse. He was going to become a Knight, and it was going to cause him to loose a significant part of his memories, and he had no idea what memories. Less idea how it would affect him. ********. Should he go back? Ask more questions about the whole knight thing? Would he have armor like Camelot? No... Failas didn't have... but Failas was much weaker, his ridiculous weapon and power level indicated that he was a first tier, just a beginner, anything could happen. Was he going to have to start the whole chain over again? Did anyone even know? What if they'd only purified corrupted Senshi? What if it didn't work? Was he even going to be himself anymore after this? ... Was that a bad thing? He took another deep breath and let it out slowly, rubbing his hands over his face and taking in the soft, scent of leather warmed by his skin... or he supposed it was leather. Could something made from and repaired by magic actually be leather? Had the uniform he was currently wearing ever been an actual animal? Would it even have been one he recognized? It smelled like real leather, which was still comforting, but he felt a little stuck on the idea of what was, and wasn't real. Was whatever was left over after this going to 'really' be Falco Marks? Would it make a difference to anyone even if he wasn't who he had been any more? Maybe it would actually be an improvement. Maybe it wouldn't. "God I must be insane." He still wasn't even sure what Zinkenite would do. Zink frequently referred to people as being 'his'. Most especially he referred to his favorites in this fashion, but it was possible that he even considered Realgar to be 'his' property as one of 'his' corruptions. Even though he knew, without a fraction of a doubt, he was not and would never be one of Zink's favorites, a flawed creature at best in the small GKs eyes, he remembered how dedicated he'd been in trying to reclaim Linarite... no that was right, Linarite had once been purified, and then brought back to Zinkenite's side... s**t he was fried. He'd actually forgotten about that. All around him, the cats had drifted off, though a few nosed around, checking other abandoned plates to make sure no one else had forgotten a taste or two of food. Many were born wild, some abandoned, some run aways... but no one was coming to try and re-collar them. Could he count on the same dangerous freedom or couldn't he? It wasn't like he could just go ASK Zinkenite. "Oh hey, if I switch sides are you going to try and recorrupt me or just try and kill me? Why? Oh no reason I just figured I'd jot that down in my notes." Or maybe "My therapist says gauging my value with other people might be good for me." only Zink probably knew he wasn't actually seeing a therapist, the creepy little stalker. ...Yeah. This was happening. And for the first time it was starting to feel a strange combination of 'not fast enough' and 'too fast', like creeping up the long ramp of an impossibly large roller coaster, and while the climb was tedious, it only made the inevitable drop that much more nerve wracking. This was happening. It really was.
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 2:30 pm
Battle-"Let's (not) be friends" Looking to join the DMC? Looking to be buddies with your future partners in Chaos? ...Oops. Sorry Avior. You seriously picked the wrong guy on the wrong night. --------------------------------------------- [Solo] "Seriously, what a DUMB thing to..." He sputtered furiously, carefully flexing his shoulder and grimacing at his reflection in the mirror. The heavy shoulder pads of his uniform and the thick leather had taken a fair amount of the blow, but there was still a faint purpleish color blooming on the cord of muscle from neck to shoulder like an ugly, lopsided flower. "Ooh I'm going to join the Blood Moon, they're KIND. They're my FAMIWY." He snarled, narrowing his eyes at his own reflection. "******** stupid kid. That's no family. Or if it is that's some disfunctional s**t hole." Even before he had met Zia, he hadn't been comfortable with the BMC. They'd burst in to the Rift while he was still a Lieutenent, and left fractures and rumbles he still felt, then hadn't been able to hold themselves together well enough to even remain allies, or keep control over their own idiot wraiths. He had better control over the tempermental Redline than he heard they had over their wraiths. While he'd found that one senshi's trick with the coffin had been impressive, they were still the people who had gouged an eye out of Wolframite... tortured people... ...Branded Zia. Overturned her life. Not that the Negaverse was free and innocent, however... still. He didn't care much for them. Not at all. They were twisted and manipulative...and that... THAT kid was just testiment to that. THat and the disorder among the senshi, if THEY could be seen as "Kinder"than the only group in Destiny City that wasn't able, and willing, to kill people for their starseeds or take energy. "Stupid kid. Stupid bottle. Seriously, what part of 'drinking alone' says "Hello stranger, let's have a lecture on the peril of fermented beverages. Oh and lets be friends while we're about it, because we're going to be murder buddies together." Except for the part where they weren't, only the hell he was going to let in the little s**t on that. He was however planning on informing at least one other person about that little s**t and his future plans. Honest to god, the Senshi needed to pull themselves together. "Good damn thing this is going to heal fast, it's gonna be stiff as hell tomorrow." He added, grabbing for a tube of icy-hot and opening it, glaring at the amount that was already gone before scooping out some onto his fingers and gingerly massaging it into his bruised shoulder. "I wonder what TinMan would think of this little bit of nonsense. I mean, he's supposed to be on their side right? Why the ******** can't they just get their s**t together? What the hell does it take to get together with the cats and say "HEY, let's find the new senshi, let's get them informed... What's so damn hard about that?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 7:09 am
[Bat]- Stoking the Flame Realgar and Serpentine get together for a sparing session on the wrong side of the tracks.
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 9:50 am
[R]- Get Lucky-Finished Zia has just been through a very brutal breakup with her significant other, and her spiral into escapist and self destructive brings her into Realgar's path. He knows a few things about the subject.
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Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2013 2:48 pm
[ORP-Reg]- Eclipse viewing party A lunar eclipse party sure sounds like a great way to unwind... except...what's that coming toward everyone? Winged rabbits???
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 10:55 am
Reg- Hangover-Fin Zia, hung over from her emotional bender (in Get Lucky) wakes up in an unfamiliar apartment, with no idea she's actually at Realgar's home, or that her host is his civilian identity. This could get awkward. ------- SOLO:-"Cleanup". So. That was that he guessed. She hadn't had anyplace to go, or no place she'd been willing to tell Realgar, and he hadn't been prepared to leave her to her own devises while drunk, or question her motives in what she did and didn't tell him. She'd been hurting, bad, and he'd recognized some of the wounds. He still felt bad about it. He felt bad because it could as well have been him who'd caused them, even though, this time, he knew it hadn't been. "Just tell me who you're cheating with! I know you are! The only reason you're even still here is you feel sorry for me. Because it makes you look like a saint to be with the damaged goods!" He flinched at the memory, remembering a different woman, a different face, the slow collapse into tears, and the memory that, at the time, he'd only cared enough to feel that she was crying because he was right. It had been hard times, but there still wasn't an excuse. No mater how angry he'd been, he'd never had the right to say those things. He'd been angry for so long, but she'd been right to leave, just like Zia had been. It made him want to go track down whoever this 'ex' was and shake him up a bit, but he didn't know who he was, and would that even make it better? How many guys who'd been there actually managed to pull their own head out of their a** and realize that they were the problem, not the people they chewed up and spit out in an attempt to justify themselves. The laundry room door rattled again and he called a vague "Hold your horses, I'm comin' you furry assholes." before moving the bacon plate and the empty coffee cup to the sink. "Jokes on you lot, the bacon's already all gone. It's dry kibble for you." Which would get him a set of three, intense and betrayed stares and three cats who, for the next half hour or so, would follow him around glaring and waiting for him to magically produce more bacon for them, until their attention span was won over by empty bellies and they settled for their dry dishes and water bowls. The cats howled more as he let them out, swarming around his legs, sniffing and making muttering noises as they contemplated the smell of stranger that had invaded their sanctuary without their permission, and then as one flocked toward the kitchen. "Stranger" could wait, bacon was now. Or... not now, as the case may be. "STAY OFF THE COUNTERS!" He called, a little too loudly, in warning, already reaching for the squirt bottle since cats were very good at being selectively deaf when they really really felt like it. Kinda like people. ...Maybe that was why he liked cats. They were assholes but at least he could relate to their particular brand of a*****e.
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 9:45 am
[Bat]- Made in the Shade: Horatio/Realgar The Moon Festival brought a lot more than sugar-hangovers, it also brought very dangerous creatures that look like various individuals from around the city, copying their most powerful form! Realgar is on the run from his own Doppelganger, finding that beating yourself isn't as easy as it might seem, and he could use a little help. With Sugary little Horatio give him a hand? Or will he have to look elsewhere?
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 10:47 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 3:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 8:56 am
Reg- Surprise Surprise! Dahlia/Realgar Dahlia hasn't come by for a while, but maybe she was just waiting for a surprise visit.
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 8:09 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 2:26 pm
Bat- Beat and Greet Zia keeps all kinds of company, including Luxor and Realgar... who if you think about it were sort of bound to Beat... er... MEET each other sooner or later. Zia probably didn't have this particular introduction in mind.
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 5:40 pm
Reg- Midnight Butterfly- Realgar/Mariposite (FIN) While the conversation starts up over Realgar's night-racing bike, these two Captains have more in common than they're aware, even if they don't know it.
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