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 Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 11:05 am
It certainly wasn’t Christmas Eve, so when there arose such a clatter, Richard Moreau knew it wasn’t Santa Claus. Not unless St. Nick took to the Jagermeister and was plotting a visit early... or late? Either way, Richard wasn’t going to spend time debating whether Christ Kringle was early or late because the slightly intoxicated candy shop owner knew it was a burglar. There was no doubt about that. Who else would be sneaking into his condo at such a late hour?
Not that he could fault the thief for picking his condo as opposed to the many others in the complex. Richard was hardly a subtle person and lived lavishly, and he did nothing to hide his lifestyle from the prying eyes of the public. No doubt someone out there got jealous and instead of sitting at home and moping about someone else’s success, he or she decided to be proactive. And, as strange as it might have sounded, Richard could respect that. To an extent.
While Richard admire a man or woman that rose above self pity and take what they wanted, he did not condone petty theft, and he certainly did not approve of someone taking his belongings. ’I give my fair share to charity and taxes... no need to be so greedy.’
Or foolish. He was robbing a condo that was not only armed with security cameras, a man who not only excelled at fencing but was a Negaverse agent, but a large and formidable looking Irish wolfhound. Though correct he was on the “large” part, formidable was not have been the word to describe Baldwin, especially given how he practically cowered under the sheets next to him. The whimper that came from the great dog’s muzzle didn’t encourage much confidence in Richard, and he whispered harshly to his dog. “What, what are you waiting for? Go down there and do your job!”
But Baldwin, the great and mighty, didn’t budge, looking up at Richard with large, pitiful brown eyes, and his whimpers only increased when the burglar made his way deeper into his home. He sounded like he was in the living room now, and that only made Richard give an annoyed sigh, before pulling himself out of his bed. Again, he whispered to Baldwin, feeling that he needed to give the dog a fair warning before he up and transformed. “Fine. Hide, Baldwin. There’s bacon under the bed.”
That immediately caused the dog’s ears to perk and the dog, as big as he was, scurried under the bed, giving Richard the opportunity he needed to snap his fingers and initiate the transformation into Buddingtonite. No, he didn’t -need- to snap his fingers, but it was just something he felt was necessary, to help calm his nerves when the rush of energy passed through him. Whoever this criminal was, they picked the wrong condo to steal from, and as admirable as it was that he or she managed to sneak past his security system, he was going to give the intruder quite the scare. Pressing a hand to the starseed in his pocket, to make sure that it was still there and secure, he made his way down the stairs, as lightly as possible- it was almost as though he wasn't drunk at all, or at least, that’s how it felt to glide down the stairs and land perfectly on his two feet.
His stealth needed some work, however, and the moment his feet hit the ground, he heard a jump from the kitchen, and without thinking, Buddingtonite charged forward, not aiming to kill the burglar but teach him or her a lesson that they’d never forget. “No one robs -my- condo!”
That was his only warning before he lashed out, but the cane that intercepted his blow stopped him dead in his tracks, and the kick to his abdomen sent the lieutenant flying back. He recognized that weapon, mere seconds before he could sense her aura, and he began to drift into unconsciousness, but not before Captain Mica made a noise that was a mix between a laugh and a sneer. “Really? Just grabbing a midnight snack... there’s no hope for you.”
What else could Buddingtonite do but sigh, deciding that the floor of his kitchen was the best place to sleep for now. It would figure... that he’d forget about his new, unwelcomed roommate. He spat, as he drifted back to sleep. “Don’t like you... at all...”
(Word Count: 749)
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2013 1:09 pm
Buddingtonite never thought he'd see the day that he would have to rescue a page from one of his own youma... but there's still some fun to be had. **Met Hvergelmir Page
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Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2013 10:48 am
YES, I MAD! **Met Sailor Tortali
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 12:28 pm
What is Buddingtonite willing to sacrifice to gain a new recruit to the Negaverse?
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 5:23 pm
Mi casa es su casa, or something to that effect...
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 12:34 am
How is anyone expected to take this meeting seriously when there's a poster of Robert Pattison hanging on the wall?
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 10:18 pm
First night of gathering energy and of course he finds quite an interesting little Page to distract him... **Met Lyceum Page
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 7:32 pm
Buddingtonite wasn't quite sure what to think of this little game that Apatite was playing, and while he was usually one for playing a good game, he was in it to win. And he felt like there was really no victory here. There was no winners, only a room filled with either confusion or pure apathy, with the taste of disgust here and there. Buddingtonite wasn't quite sure what to think or make of this little ordeal, but he knew one thing was for certain.
He drew the short end of the stick on this one. Infiltration was perfect for him, on paper. Less chance of breaking into a fight, working good PR work, get allies instead of enemies. And thus far, everything was working out great, until he realized just who his superior ranking officer was. Or rather, the little twit she was. It wasn't that he was upset that she had threatened him with Twilight or had the audacity to consider punishment that came from a book (unless that book was Dante's Inferno, then there was nothing for the captain to fear). It wasn't even how she seemed to talk down to him, an adult that was probably a good ten years older than her.
It was the fact that she didn't seem to be taking this seriously, and demanded respect for it. That's what made Buddingtonite exhale angrily through his nose before forcing himself to appear outwardly calm once more. He had willingly joined a fraction whose leader worshiped a stale-performing actor that wanted nothing to do with the movie he found himself a part of. How odd... that Buddingtonite could almost sympathesize with Pattison? That's what kept him from simply turning around and ripping the poster from the wall. Not because he feared punishment, but because he felt like he had volunteered himself to work under someone who obviously cared more for whatever stupid story was on her little iPad than her duty to the Negaverse.
He heard Osumilite's voice and could sympathize with the complaint he made, but he made no outward comment on the matter. What he wanted to say was 'of course, there's nothing but children here', but he kept the comment to himself. He saw officers around him, younger than him but suspecting that the most of them took their roles seriously. No, best not think ill of them for the poor example that their leader set. Any one of them could do a better job running Infiltration, even the newbie Amethyst. But Buddingtonite kept these bitter thoughts to himself. He could have mingled, and in all honesty, he was looking forward to mingling with his fellow soldiers. Yet, the mood was dead, and he didn't feel like taking part in it.
So, he decided to make his exit, tipping his cap to Amethyst as he made his way towards the door. He would have ample opportunities to meet and mingle with his fellow officers soon enough, assuming they took their new energy gathering quotas seriously. For now, he simply wanted to get the hell out of this place and get a drink. A real drink.
And maybe go buy ALL of the Twilight collection from every book store in Destiny City and have kindle for the rest of his days. Yes, that and bourbon would have certainly put a smile on his face, assuming he couldn't find some poor victim to drain. He had a quota to fill, after all.
(Word Count: 589)
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 10:19 pm
Big, bad, epic brawl of the ages! Round one, ding ding ding! **Met Eternal Sailor Pasiphae and Sailor Chaldene
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 2:31 pm
There's a Carnival in town, and the team of Buddingtonite, Amethyst, and Titan plan on taking the Big Top for themselves!
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 2:34 pm
Buddingtonite's seen enough tentacles to know where this is going, and he likes it... **Met Eternal Sailor Corvus, Eternal Sailor Polaris, Sailor Thraen, and Ashleigh
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 2:36 pm
For every action there is a reaction, and perhaps gloating about killing that youma wasn't the best action Buddingtonite ever took... *Met General-King Howlite
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 2:46 pm
Buddingtonite joins the ranks of not only Wolframite but another unsuspecting ally to take on the annoying menace that is known as Mirror Wraiths... **Met General Wolframite, Adronicus, and Super Mimistrobell
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 11:52 pm
Things are getting entirely too serious and Buddingtonite feels everyone needs to loosen up... their pants... for a game of Strip Poker. *Met Super Sailor Carnelian
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 11:55 pm
A desire for petty revenge turns into a pretty big mistake... has Buddingtonite bitten off more than he could chew? **Met Captain Bischofite
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