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 Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 7:40 pm
Once he'd cleared the city limits just past Hillworth, the lieutenant could finally relax. It just looked a little suspicious for him to be hauling around a human-shaped garbage bag, so he'd stuck to the rooftops until he finally felt it was safe to touch down on solid ground again. That, and he was starting to run out of buildings. Practically sauntering past the looming trees that made up the woods, he had the audacity to whistle to himself--some cheerful, little tune that he made up off the top of his head.
That quickly turned into 'For He's a Jolly Good Fellow', and he was rather amused with himself as a whole.
It occurred to him about halfway in that he was lacking a shovel, but that was the nice thing about being able to pull a giant plank of wood out of midair; it had more than one use! Finally, he felt he was far enough in, and the comatose woman wrapped in her plastic prison was dropped unceremoniously to the ground. Still whistling, he pulled his sword out of midair and experimentally prodded at the ground with the tip. Too hard, and he'd snap the wood and have to trudge all the way back for a shovel.
But that was fine! The night was still young, and there was still plenty to do.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 10:27 pm
At the same time as Obsidian made his way to the clearing, Hematite was making his approach as well. A shovel with the handle painted a cheerful red was gripped in his hands and being used at times to steady himself as he scaled the hillier parts of the forest. It was slow going; the lifeless body of a younger Hillworth student was draped over one shoulder and weighed the Lieutenant down considerably. Hematite hadn't even bothered to close the eyes, which stared blankly into the tree-filled darkness.
When he overcame the last ridge, he let the body slide off and crumple into a heap. It certainly wasn't going anywhere. This stretch of the woods was the proverbial graveyard of the Negaverse - a dumping place for dead bodies and even almost-dead bodies. More often than not, Hematite had to dispose of Charonite's kills here on the General-King's orders, but tonight he had a kill of his own. The student had had the gall to wait around and insult him during a blackmailing. Him, Lieutenant Hematite! Even with all the cards in Hematite's hand, the student had not learned his place. The boy had his starseed ripped out of him. It was merely disciplinary - the problem was that human lives were very easily lost. Hematite got what he wanted, at least - the cash from the blackmailing transaction was safely in his wallet.
Hematite readied his shovel, future grave dirt crunching under his boots as he surveyed the area for a good spot to start digging. As the spade thunked into the ground, the ghostly sound of whistling broke the silence. Was there someone else here? s**t, he didn't want to have to dig two holes in one night.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 11:05 pm
He could have sworn he heard something.
Obsidian stopped his whistling long enough to listen long and hard in the darkness, not above taking yet another person out in order to preserve this little secret grave-digging business the Negaverse had going on out here. Normally he was just Charonite's personal body b***h, but he'd been growing more and more bold as of late. Silently abandoning the comatose woman, he picked his way through the trees until a surprisingly familiar face caught his eye. Ah, if it wasn't Lieutenant Hermaphrodite! Well, the woods were an uneasy 'neutral' zone for the pair of them, unfortunately.
The reason why was a well-guarded secret that neither of them had ever shared, and they likely never would.
That still didn't mean he couldn't ******** with the other a little.
Quickly stealing his way back to where he'd dumped the plastic bag, Obsidian quickly ripped it open and scooped the woman up, propping her back against his chest even as he seized her upper arms. Though her feet dragged, it was still good enough, and he hauled the pair of them back to where Khaldun seemed to be taking care of his own little problem.
"Khaaaalduuuun... Make love to me Khaldun. I want you." Obsidian growled in the dark, flailing the unconscious woman's arms about before forcing them straight out, as though asking the other lieutenant to take her right now.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 12:03 am
Hematite yanked the shovel out of the ground. The whistling cut off, and there was rustling now. He couldn't imagine who'd be here at this time of night. And then it spoke.
"What the-" he muttered, looking around. He felt a shock of fear as the voice called his name, his real name. Who the hell recognized him here, in his Negaverse uniform too? There was a figure, possibly female, lurking in the shadows of the trees not far away, arms moving. Hematite raised the shovel like some kind of light and crude axe, prepared to bring it down hard on her or anyone who got too close. But as the speaker continued, Hematite realized he wasn't in as much danger as he'd first expected. Still, he could feel his face burning from the embarrassment of having been scared and fooled by a fellow lieutenant. It was Obsidian, playing a ******** joke on him.
"Oh, Lieutenant! I'm so sorry for interrupting you here." He lowered the shovel back to the ground and relaxed, but only slightly. Even after the declared neutrality of this place, Hematite still didn't fully trust it. "I know how you prefer to be alone when you're with dead women."
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 12:17 am
"I know, I know, and I appreciate that entirely too much--but you know, she's not quite dead yet! So, I figured I'd do you a favor; it won't be necrophilia, and since she can't exactly scream rape, that's good enough to be consent, right? It'll be your first time! I'm doing you a favor!" Obsidian let the woman drop back on his shoulder, slinging one of her arms around his neck as though to better... well, display her.
"Now, I'm confiscating your shovel when you're done with it. And did you actually manage to peg someone?" A low, impressed whistle slipped from the redhead, but his leer dashed any chance at genuine admiration. "Oh, hell, wait a minute." He pretended to squint, then recoiled as though with shock.
"You peg me messin' around with dead women, but at least I'm not desperate enough to go for the men, yet!" Good old Hermaphrodite, always tripping himself up somewhere down the line.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 6:49 pm
"Hah, that'll be the day. I'm never going to want sloppy seconds from any of your 'not quite dead' whores, Lieutenant, even if you've got the best of intentions," Hematite shot back. He was trying not to laugh at the way Obsidian was carting his almost-kill around, so he had to look away before he lost it. "And you're only getting the shovel off me if you take it back to the shed."
"Oh, he's for you," Hematite said conversationally. He used the tip of his boot to turn the body over a bit, allowing the other lieutenant a chance to really see the face. It could very well have been one of Obsidian's students; the boy had been one of Hematite's classmates. Shunk went the shovel as Hematite went back to digging. "I've seen how much you like chasing boys every time we have to run the mile. So I said to myself, well, why not give Lieutenant Obsidian what he's always wanted as long as I got the star seed I needed? Don't tell me you got a phys-ed job at an all-boys school for any other reason, man."
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 11:22 pm
"Lieutenant Hermaphrodite, I have a girlfriend!" Obsidian exclaimed, doing his very best to sound shocked and innocent. "I don't know what the General-King teaches you in his office, but some of us don't enjoy that sort of lifestyle!" He was the last person to be talking, and there was only an idle nod at the mention of taking the shovel back; it was a small price to pay, in retrospect.
"Sweetie, you shouldn't have." He mused thoughtfully even as he peered at the dead boy's face, tilting his head slightly as he tried to recall. "Ohh, I get it... He ran his mile faster than you, and I gave him more attention, didn't I?" The unconscious woman's hand would be flopped on Hematite's shoulder as he stepped closer, as though there to comfort. "Well, don't you worry. Now that there's no one to help lessen the embarrassing lack of physical activity on your part, you can bet money I'll be keeping an even closer eye on you." Her fingers would be flapped against Khaldun's cheek a little before Obsidian drew back again.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 12:48 am
"Oh come on, Lieutenant Obsidiot," he countered. He'd get as many shots in as he could tonight, with Obsidian in such a good mood. If he timed the potshots wrong, Obsidian would practically all but slit his throat. The man was unfortunately hard to predict, to Hematite's eternal displeasure. "Are you sure she's your girlfriend? I think she's the boss's girlfriend now. Try not to throw up on me and I'll try not to throw up on you."
"I mean, any time I'm in the office Nealite's going on about him." He paused in his shovelling again, looking into the hole. Almost there. But so long as he took a break, he'd do an impression. It was Hematite's turn to use a fake girly voice, and leaned against the shovel with both hands clasped to it in a parody of a lovesick teenage girl. "Oh, Khaldun, Charonite told me I'm only almost a complete failure! Isn't he wonderful??"
Obsidian's teasing and puppeted groping was a little unavoidable while digging, but since he'd stopped he was able to finally bat away the limp hand with a loud smack. The shovel was back to digging. "God, if I didn't know you had a girlfriend I'd think you were a ******** *****. That was convincing, man."
With the hole dug, Hematite stepped back onto ground level and proceeded to kick the body inside. Digging it out was hard, filling it back in was easy. It wasn't long before the whole thing had disappeared under dirt again, indistinguishable from the rest of the graveyard. Hematite began to proffer the shovel, but stopped. "Your turn. Though... if you happened to split your stash with me tonight, I'd be willing to bury your midnight romance there too while you go get it and bring it back here. What do you say?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 10:43 am
Obsidian looked a little stun at the insult that arose from his own name, but suddenly he was clinging to the body still in his arms and beginning to twirl. "Hermy! You made that pet name... just for... me?" And then he threw her at him, laughing to himself even as he folded his arms and lifted his chin at Hematite.
"Damn right I'm sure; the hell do you think I'm still alive and unscathed," His eyes ran deliberately over the other's scarred visage, "After all the s**t I've pulled? She pleasures big boss man, I don't die." Hematite was going to have to do better than that, though it seemed Obsidian was going to join him. "You think she keeps her bra hanging out for no reason? She'll fill out, one day, and will flounce till her heart's content until he notices."
A mean little grin still snaking across his face, it faded a little at the offer even as he reached out to take the shovel--he was considering that. "Hmm. I say that's a sucker bet--for you, but I have no objections." Grinning wolfishly at the man, Obsidian sauntered past towards the direction of the shed, his whistling still audible even when he'd faded into the shadows.
Secret cooler of booze hidden in the shed? Check!
It wasn't surprising to see him back after a few minutes, a six-pack in one hand, and what looked suspiciously like vodka in the other. "Are you and the lady decent, or should I distract myself till you're finally a man?" He called.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 3:42 pm
Hematite had to lift the shovel defensively to prevent himself from getting bowled over by the hundred pounds of very-nearly-dead human. There was a particularly nasty crack or two from the ribcage as the body made contact with the shovel, but was inconsequential compared to how she'd be taken care of - the occupant of one more hole in the ground. The lieutenant regained his footing, and the body had to be shaken off the shovel handle that she had been carelessly tossed over. He shot Obsidian a dirty look. "Oh, my bad, I forgot you don't get things unless they're spelled out to you. Would it be better if I called you 'jackass'? Or '********'? You look like a 'jackass' to me."
"I try not to think about it," he groaned. It wasn't smart to trash-talk the boss in front of Obsidian, so he skirted the particulars of why Nealite's obsession bothered him. But bad as Obsidian was, he was a perfect gentleman in comparison with Nealite's hopeless crush. Not that Hematite would ever admit Obsidian was a better choice for anything.
Hematite watched Obsidian leave, giving himself a break between burials. Sucker bet it was, but he was getting something out of it, free booze, which was never a bad thing in 17-year-old Hematite's opinion. It was a rare opportunity, and if there was one thing Hematite knew it was that Obsidian did not pass up a chance to drink. Successful booze shakedown achieved. Part of its allure was that it was doubly forbidden, as human and Negaverse soldier.
By the time Obsidian returned, Hematite was sitting on a suspiciously fresh new pile of dirt, drawing patterns into it with the shovel blade like it was a zen garden. Obsidian's comatose dance partner was nowhere in sight. The lieutenant jabbed the shovel into the ground in front of him and hoisted himself to his feet with the leverage. Potshots. "Just shut up and throw me a can. I don't know what it is about you and sex with dead bodies, but for some reason they always come in a pair."
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