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 Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2021 4:55 pm
Eion Risk, aka no-longer-undercover General FaustiteHe missed, and he was puzzled. He missed, and the first reasonable thought to come to mind was that Eion forgot to take into account the rotation of the earth, as that clearly shifted Fafnir's face to the side so his lips would only meet the pretty dragonesque thing's cheek. While a mild shame on its own, he could just try again.
And he was about to, until this lovely boy held him close —
But it wasn't a friendly close, and Eion felt trapped for all the ways he pushed against Fafnir's chest and tried to slip those arms, but they were stern, and it smacked of Her, and that birdcaged wad of rotten muscle he called a heart screwed itself up, beat itself into knots, and spelled panic into the finebone trellis that hemmed it in place.
The message: something was terribly wrong. Like he should expect her now, like he should listen for a cane thump in a two-three-clack across the darkly immaculate slate. Like he should smell cavendish on the air. Expect to hear that knifing voice, that chafing laugh. His breaths, uselessly shallow, panted out while his glamour dropped as great swaths of shed, charred skin.
Rank backed him pushing out of that grip, and he looked out over the crowd. Scanned it for a lion's face. The surreal blurriness, the ease of being careless around people, sobered from him. With that came a waxy paleness as he took a couple stiff steps out from anyone, and looked around against the perpetually shifting room. He hadn't seen her, but he knew she was here. She had to be here. This was a party. Why wouldn't she be here? Why was he so ******** stupid?
Suddenly he wanted very much for a change of scenery. Anywhere else would do.
"I can —" Paused for a couple breaths. Thought better of using words, settled for waving weakly for the rest of them to stick around, and he started, however off-kilter, for the exit.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2021 6:43 pm
There was a struggle beneath Fafnir's arm and a sudden rush of heat. His hold relaxed in his surprise and the newly revealed General stepped away from him, fire flickering inside of him. Fafnir was reminded all over again that he'd been clutching a general, something he'd mistakenly allowed to slip when said general had looked like a young, drunk boy who'd wanted to kiss him. His arm dropped to his side as he straightened himself up, pulling that professional air back about him.
Faustite had gone pale, but he didn't know him well enough to guess as to why... maybe the alcohol had gotten to him and it was nausea that clawed at him. Maybe he'd seen someone, or remembered something... there was no way to know. He could only assume it was the alcohol. Glancing to the side, he waived at the corrupt that had offered to take his General, gesturing towards the half-youma in an 'all yours' guesture.
It was probably best this way. Faustite could be sick in the comfort of privacy, and they didn't need to face each other and what had happened in the midst of indulgence. Fafnir would be more than happy to forget all of it, really. He nodded his head to the woman he didn't know before he turned and headed the other way, excusing himself from the party as a whole. There was far too much inebriation going on here and there likely wasn't much more to be gained from socializing anyway.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2021 7:19 pm
Basic Corrupt Senshi Albite: Chasing Fire - Exit"Well ********> - tsk'd little tick of noise that fell low under breath, wide brown eyes that fell narrow after Faustites hastily retreating form, indelicate stumbled wobble that promised problems. That tripped his little Senshi chords of 'fun fallen flat'.
It seemed they were all gone out, and Albite shot Nembus one final, warm grin and a solid mock salute before sauntering off after their respective boss. Spared the tall ice crown of a Super a brief consideration, look that lasted seconds, and saved his wonder for later.
Eagerly took up after his boss in quiet, long strides, steps that ate the ground yet gave the vague imagery that he was keeping just enough distance; feigned politeness and watchful eyes. Cause Faustite was all his. Albite the designated hodor and fire wrangler in one, was more than happy to have it just that way. Would endeavor against all odds to ensure he got back to --- wherever he felt he needed to get.
Hopefully his own office...
Didn't wanna test the limits of Faustites 'limits', as likely as the guy was to wander into his own office outta habit. He didn't want to compound the fracture of whatever had driven him to shed Eion and flare up -- wouldn't put it past him to possibly wander into someone elses space - or the rift itself.
All in all though? It'd still been a damn good event. Left him in high spirits even as he left.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2021 3:47 pm
Super Nembus - exitOh. Something went very wrong when the tall senshi with horns seemed inclined to take her general away. She could tell the way that Eion shoved off and looked around and seemed interested in getting as far away as possible in some ways reminded herself of her; the moments where it all felt too much and she wanted to just shut herself in and be left alone in her nonexistence and her faults-- The swear from Albite was met with a nod, and she let him dash off after him to keep an eye on him. Looked to the senshi, afterward, who nodded to her, and offered a quiet, "Thank you," because even if Faustite had dashed away, he had still helped bring Faustite in, helped get him away from the party before he indulged himself any further. Best to forget what had happened. Nembus took some extra food, put it on a plate, and teleported out with it, deciding that this was already far too much interaction and things to think about for one night.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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