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 Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 6:21 am
This RP involves:
General-King Charonite
Lieutenant Hematite
Lieutenant Obsidian
Lieutenant Linarite
Lieutenant Nealite
Lieutenant Torbernite
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The Negaverse subspace was dark.
That was the first thing you tended to notice, when you were inside it; that it was dark, that it was lit mostly from the odd luminiscent crystals scattered through the walls and in the ceiling -- that it was lifeless. No insects buzzed through the air, no glowworms clung to the walls. It was still and it was dead. You got the impression that long ago, it had been very much alive -- and now it was an abandoned chrysalis.
It was also strange getting pulled out of your daily life when you felt the inexorable tug of Charonite on you, whether or not you expected it (and they'd at least expected it this time -- we're having a ******** meeting had been all the notice you needed). Strange that something inside the Negaverse space warped you to be wearing your Negaverse uniform, revealing what was now your true Lieutenant self; it was a case where the human form was only a skin, only a hiding place for what was really inside you.
Your corrupted star seed.
Everyone assembled had been corrupted for a while, though, at least. Torbernite possibly the shortest.
One after the other they popped! in, the strange smell of ozone heralding the teleport, all gathered in front of the crystal throne that Charonite sat in seldom and was uneasily seated in now. One after the other. Redheaded Obsidian (who had seen better days); gorgeous, bright-haired Nealite (who was seeing better days then and there); grim-mouthed little Linarite, restless Torbernite, and as ever Hematite making what Charonite referred to solely as a "bitchface." There wasn't enough time for hello, hi.
"Kneel," said Charonite.
It was better to kneel, really, even though at this angle it was entirely possible to use the reflective floor to look up Linarite and Nealite's skirts.
"I want a battle report out of all of you," said the General-King. "Some of you have been getting more work done than others. Some of you are on personal assignments I god damn put you on. Some of you have come up with your ******** own -- I won't patronize you; Lieutenant Nealite has been handing the media its own a**, and that's something we all have to keep ******** steady -- but we'll discuss that later.
"Lieutenant Obsidian, did you get into a fight with a ******** tow truck or do you have something interesting to report? It better be the ******** latter."
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 11:10 am
Yes, it was dark. His eyes lingered upon the crystals seemingly embedded into the place itself, the dead weight that hung in the air and threatened to choke out those that tried to breathe it in. His alter-ego had melted away, stripping him of what he considered his humanity to reveal what he'd been crafted to be. He would bow towards the seated General-King, eyes flicking over the man in his throne before, at the request, he gritted his teeth to bite back a wince even as he sank to one kene.
He felt like hell, and the smell of this place wasn't making him feel any better.
His face were bruised, lips not quite swollen anymore, but the man was beginning to debate if he needed to go to a hospital to get his ribs bound or something. Licking Charonite's boots until he took some duct tape and smothered him with it might have worked out too, but hell, was it worth the humiliation? Humiliation versus paying for bandages...
The lieutenant had expected to be called out, and his eyes snaked over the others as though to assess their battlewounds and the like. Nea looked like hell, but that was to be expected. The rest? Not so much. Had he been the only one to not-quite get his a** handed to him, or had they done jack s**t? The latter was certainly more comforting.
"There was a senshi, sir." He said softly, not going to raise his voice and induce a wheezing fit until Charonite told him to wheeze (like the piece of s**t he was, or something like that). And damned if he was going to just leave it at that, not when Hermaphrodite was here. "Different from the others I've faced before. ******** of a lot stronger than normal, opened up some whirlpool and nearly devestated the entire street." Her chain was still wrapped around his wrist, a momento.
"She took me on after I pulled out some man's starseed. She failed to get it back, but I was unable to get her starseed in turn." Something ugly pulled at his mouth there, but he focused on something else before it was allowed to fester. "Tried to kill us both in the end." That was the only thing he could assume, with how she'd dragged them both in and refused to let him go before the whirlpool itself got fed up and spat them out.
"She was somethin' else." His lips curled up a little at the memory, but Obsidian kept his head low to offer no disrespect to the General-King.
Besides, there seemed to be panties visible at this angle, and this was something he'd only just now realized.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 5:34 am
Truly, out of all the things that had happened to Linarite in the short time span since she'd become a Lieutenant, this was truly the most disturbing. Feeling your humanity slide off of you like silk, parting like the chrysalis to reveal the dark butterfly inside. That was what it always felt like, being here in the silent heart of the Negaverse. It was so easy to feel it then, that subtle power that made her more than Audrey could've ever dreamed.
For a young woman who'd never experienced power before, it could be intoxicating. For this young woman, she wanted to use it to fulfill her secret desire to change the world. To burn away the idiot filth and make it pure again, a world of intellect and discovery. Charonite had shown her how to use their organization towards that purpose, all by simply gathering seeds and following his lead.
One day soon, she'd earn a promotion. And when she did, things would really take off, wouldn't they? That burning feeling inside of her would only grow, and she'd learn what it really was. The General-King had never responded to that question she'd asked, making it seem that it was simply the force of her desire.
These days, she was not so sure.
All these reminisces ran through her mind as she knelt, staring at the shiny floor and seeing the bright turquoise of her uniform reflected there. Obsidian's unfortunate recollections rang hollowly in her ears, and she paid it little heed. She really only cared to listen about one person's misfortunes, and it seemed that he was going to laud the b***h this time around.
Fantastic. Truly wonderful. He'd also made it sound like she was doing something worthwhile, and that was truly hard for the youthful Lt to come to terms with. Nealite was good for sneaking back after the battle to take credit for her half, not be assertive on her own. Recent developments by the way of coffee chit-chat hadn't done too terribly much to improve her ideals towards the woman.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 7:09 pm
Hematite - for that was who he'd become here, post-transit - looked somewhat better than he had in the early hours of the morning stalking back from being defeated by a senshi. Cutting classes tended to speed up his recovery, or so he tried to explain. He ended up right next to Obsidian when he got pulled into the subspace, taking care to make sure there was enough room that they wouldn't even accidentally knock elbows during the whole kneeling business. That had happened, once, some months ago; Charonite had then made it very clear that the fight that broke out following it was not happening again. Period.
Obsidian's words were simply a dull buzzing in Hematite's ears, though. He was happy to see the man looked like hell, no matter the circumstances. It was a bonus. To prepare for the meeting he'd simply stopped the watches on his uniform to keep the incessant ticking from driving everyone crazy in a location he couldn't leave on his own. There was really only one way to pass the time in these meetings, and that was making good use of the reflective floor to see normally less visible parts of Linarite and looking away before she ever caught him.
Same old, same old.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 7:54 pm
The memories of her last visit into the realm of the Negaverse still haunted her, and she looked around anxiously as her heels clicked against the stone floor. It eased her mind to see the others quickly solidifying beside her, and her gaze turned to face the somber General-King that was seated before them.
On his command, she was down on one knee, the freezing surface of the floor sending shivers throughout her body as it pressed roughly against the thin fabric of her legging. She knew better than to squirm, though, and kept her head tilted low in respect towards her leader. She might have scowled had she been aware of the focus of some of the other lieutenants, but for now bore a smug grin wide across her face as she listened to Charonite's words.
She hurt. Bruises and cuts were cleverly masked by makeup, but nothing could hide the pain, the dull throbbing in her arms, her legs, her face. While her escapades were successful (for the most part, at least), many of her adventures had left her with sores and bruises scattered across her limbs. Nealite would be grateful when the charade was put to an end, but for now intended to bask in any and all praises she might receive as she continued her rampage through Destiny City under the guise of Sailor Nea.
Eyes closed, she listened to the General-King as he addressed Obsidian, and then Obsidian's dutiful response in return. Soon enough it would be someone else's turn to answer, and Nealite eagerly awaited the opportunity to outshine her fellow peers with her report.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 8:19 pm
Torbernite was not feeling too good. He had just spend the last thirty seconds going from pandering a potential someone's wallet to flipping through and into the air itself on what could be deemed something like one of those teleportation beams on Star Trek, only ten times faster and less flashy. His stomach was seriously considering giving up the contents of yesterday's meal, but upon realising he was somewhere Very Not Good, decided a nearly inaudible gurgle was enough before quickly quieting down.
His blood ran cold as he immediately made out the center figure that had summoned him, and from the looks of it quite a few others, some familiar faces, some not: the General King himself.
Trying not to shake visibly, head tilted lower than what was necessary (it seemed even Charonite's gaze was visible from the reflective surface, as a couple of other - ahem- things that would be better appreciated if he wasn't scared shitless), he dipped down onto one knee as fast as he could. From the reflective angle, it seemed most of the other lieutenants had seen better nights: had something happened that he was unaware of? Oh god, was he supposed to be doing something?! maybe if he just kept quiet the whole time and avoided eye contact, the meeting would be over soon.
Belatedly, he tried to make out the best of what Obsidian was saying, halfway between jotting down mental notes and hoping that he would sink into the floor, invisible.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 4:02 am
"Oh, for the love of ********," the General-King grunted. (So much for a deeply official, formal meeting. Then again, how could you ever have one with Charonite? He looked as though he yearned for a cigarette.) "You look like a ******** open wound due to Sailor Nerissa? Super Sailor, yes; waste of space, also yes; if you hadn't managed to keep the star seed, I would have kicked your god damned a**."
This probably amounted to praise, somehow. "Nerissa's the weaker of the two," he was saying. "Nova and Nerissa. All right. New orders. Lieutenant, I want you to keep riding Sailor Nerissa's a**; if she's stronger than normal, you're just going to have to get stronger than normal. I'm not having one of my Lieutenants get made into hamburger on account of some snotnosed girl in high heels."
Charonite switched which elbow he was leaning on. "You have your ******** orders," he was saying. "I want to know what streets she patrols, whether that was her full attack, when she wipes her a**, all right?"
Satisfied with that -- and really, that was a good encounter for the General-King -- he turned to the last Lieutenant kneeling in the row, the one with the pale hair and the bright acidic lime-green trim. Unfortunately, he wasn't as invisible as he would have ever liked to be.
"Torbernite," said Charonite, lowly. "You've been keeping off my radar. Let me guess. You've been keeping off my radar because you've been gathering so many ******** star seeds that you wanted to give them to me for Christmas as a surprise. Your fingers are actually ******** blistered with all the senshi you've been beating the ******** out of. So. Report."
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 6:27 pm
There is a saying out there in the world, that the one thing you want to prevent from happening, the single one disaster that you know would make your life worse, that is the one thing that will, undoubtedly always come true.
Torbernite sometimes felt he wasn't just A victim of Murphy's law, he might as well be the ******** law itself.
The hapless teen's head snapped up so fast, he might as well have gotten whiplash for it, blood running cold. It felt as if time itself had stopped (a little ironic, considering where they were, seemingly a place devoid of space and time): each second dribbled down to the next as he tried to think of something worth saying.
A couple more precious moments ticked by, and he thought he was just about to die of cardiac arrest when he finally managed out a small squeak of a "Um."
Right, 'um'. Because that sure made everything better. He cleared his throat trying again: this might be his last chance at this rate to ever talk, again. "Sir." He licked his lips again, thinking as fast as he could on his feet, "Though I have had my fair share of battles with... senshi, I did not want to get into battles I ah, didn't think would be ah, 'advantageous' on my end." Oh great, might as well shoot himself in the foot and be done with. He tried again. "But I did collect a lot of data about the senshi in general: most of them seemed so inexperienced that they themselves fled from the battle in fear, some of them even did not know what a Negaverse agent was." Oh god, was that a piercing glare from Charonite? - it was hard to tell under the glasses. "I-I haven't landed any star seeds yet, but it's rather hard when we are such a small force in comparison." Aka: he had no clue what he himself was doing most of the time.
It was enough: he didn't want to elaborate on how much 'stronger' they were (he had seen from Obsidian's report that no good ever came to that), and he briefly looked at the other Lieutenants, wondering if he would see any sympathy from their faces. Who was he kidding: this was the Negaverse, it was every man (or woman) for themselves.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 6:44 pm
Nerissa.
His lips curled a little at the name, grasping at it even as it dawned on him he was being insulted. Well, typical from Charonite, really. But he latched onto the word 'Super Sailor' as well, eyes narrowing as he listened closely. Two of them... and he'd fought the weaker? He resisted to grit his jaw at that, indignation flaring up in his gut even as he quenched it again... and then the orders came and the man would slowly tilt his head up with the faintest trace of a grin. "Understood, sir."
Reduced to a mere stalker, and he ******** loved it. He'd wanted to meet up with that b***h again, what could be better than being ordered to monitor her every move? He'd ******** with her head, all right, break her down into worthless bits until she was so paranoid that even shadows made her jump.
As the General-King turned his attention on Tobernite, that poor, useless sap, Obsidian made sure to listen with keen and amused interest. All while taking another gander at Nealite's panties, of course, as though seeing if he recognized this particular pair from many scandalous occasions.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 12:16 am
"It's interesting," said the General-King, "how you were trying to articulate words there, only all that came out is I'M A ******** USELESS PIECE OF s**t WHO'S TRYING TO MAKE EXCUSES AS TO WHY I HAVE NOTHING TO SHOW FOR TAKING UP EVERYBODY'S AIR."
This was all said conversationally. "Torbernite," he said. "There are little kids with star seeds. There are handicapped grannies with star seeds. If you cannot even get me some human ******** mojo -- apparently you can steal everything BUT -- I'm going to have to assign you to trail after one of the others to show you how it's done. I got a new girl. Little Crystal highschooler. Guess what? She has more balls than you at this moment."
Dale would have been so proud. Charonite slammed his fist down on the arm of his throne. "Not good enough," he barked. "Land me at least three star seeds by next week or I'm going to beat you into a ******** rainbow, do you hear me?"
He lapsed into silence, apparently deeply thinking -- attention off Torbernite, thank God. "Linarite," he said. "I gave you your new mission. Report. Give me something to think about that isn't how many of you suck and how hard."
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 12:45 pm
Oh the smartass comment that had nearly escaped! She'd been thinking bitter thoughts about her rival for attention and power in the Negaverse, and it was only natural to make derogatory comments about Nealite and the idea of 'sucking'. However, the General-King would not be impressed, and she already was still fairly sore. No need to add a rib-kicking to it.
"I am fairly certain, sir, that Meadowview is going to be the middle ground in all of this. I had two students cornered there, when a senshi showed from nowhere. Sailor Pegasus. When the two ran, I only ever saw the one again. A male senshi showed up, I think he was one of the two. I don't have a name, but it's a good indication that Astraea is prowling there." There! That was fairly conclusive, wasn't it?
If nothing else, it was a damn good guess. Not something he could really fault her for. "In conjecture, I think we can guess that most of the future senshi will come from my dear alma mater. Otherwise why waste time?" Oh speculation.
Inside her boots, Linarite crossed her toes for luck and bit down on the inside of her lower lip. Hopefully this would satisfy the demanding but clever Charonite. She really didn't want to add a headache to her maladies. And looking good in front of everyone wasn't a bad thing.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 5:44 pm
"Assumptions will make an a** out of you, to use a lame, trite-a** phrase," said the General-King. "Nonetheless. Go with your hypothesis, see how you go. I'll keep an eye on any that Astraea has the ******** balls to awaken around Hillworth, and Crystal can be the enigma in this equation. I have Lieutenant Variscite working in Crystal, and I'm going to send Lieutenant Moonstone to work with you in Meadowview. You two can be introduced later, this isn't time for ******** chit-chat."
But he relaxed back in his throne. "Sailor Pegasus needs taking care of," he said. "And if the male senshi was Castor, well, he's overdue for his own ******** funeral. You have your orders, Linarite. Keep getting info. On Astraea if you can, but otherwise don't deviate."
His fingers drummed on the arm of the throne again. He didn't call on Obsidian. It seemed the perfect time to call on Obsidian.
"We all know what Lieutenant Nealite has been up to," he said. "The honour for the idea goes to her head: she actually uses her ******** brain cells when she has them, unlike some of you, who think they're just there to fill in the god damned space in your god damned brain pans. But I want the rest of you in a ******** support role, do you hear me? If I have to get one of you up in another ******** dress I will."
He didn't have to say why. Nealite looked -- despite the make-up -- pale and wan. Sailor Nea's picture was plastered all over the newspapers. The senshi were nearly on a shoot to kill level. But Sailor Nea wasn't surviving. Would Charonite take her off the case?
He didn't. "Hematite," he said. "Go with her for her next jaunt. If she encounters trouble, run distraction so that she can leave with the star seeds in tow. Do NOT break her cover or I will rip your ******** hair out by the roots. Are we agreed?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 6:08 pm
If he could pass out right now, he probably would have. Three star seeds by the end of the week?! The General-King had to be INSANE to think that- oh, nevermind. He WAS insane. Crap.
He bit his lower lip, and continued looking down: the others made it sound like taking star seeds was a piece of cake, and sure, glory for the darkness and all that but honestly it was just so much work. Now that Charonite's attention was finally, thankfully, off of him, he thought for one of the few times in his life, deeply and hardly. He still felt a pang of something - was it guilt or something else? - in the thought of actually taking star seeds at others' expenses, but when compared to his impending personal Death and Destruction (in technicolour) Torbernite realised he had no choice, end of story.
Not to mention the pride issue. Charonite honestly thought he couldn't steal something? If star seeds were considered stealing: he might as well have it stamped with 'consider it done'. With a belated 'later' addendum and maybe a 'please let this all be a bad bad dream'.
With that much already mucking in his mind, he kneeled there, humiliated, for once trying not to take the easy way out.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 6:35 pm
His mind vaguely registered talk about star seeds and recon going on around him. Torbernite, Linarite, he barely knew them. He couldn't even remember ever seeing them outside of the otherspace, making them nothing but background noise in his egocentric worldview. There were enemies, and there were acquaintances, and there was Obsidian, who oscillated between both classifications. People like the kid and the blue-haired girl were none of them, and therefore nothing to him.
"When aren't we, sir?" Hematite punctuated his words with a forced laugh and a defeated expression that could not be humored to look humorous in the least. His head was only partially raised, and a few loose dreadlocks seemed to shield him from fully taking in anything he looked at, including the General-King on the throne. A week to look for Sailor Tisiphone! Being paired with Nea while she ran around Destiny City dressed like a bad rendition of a cheerleader! Why he bothered any more was starting to become muddled in his mind. He'd been intrigued by Nealite's fervent belief in power, but it still felt like the death threats did it for him, the ultimate motivator. Hematite tried to imagine if one day Charonite would ever run out of new threats to hold over the heads of the lieutenants, but couldn't. It was like a law of nature as difficult to be rid of as gravity. "It'll be no trouble at all."
He cast a glance at Nealite which became a double-take, seeing her looking far less 'there' than he'd ever seen her before. She was his motivational antithesis, throwing herself at her work with all the zeal Hematite had in dutifully avoiding it before. She looked terrible from all this Sailor Nea masquerading; as much as Hematite didn't want to acknowledge it, he really didn't like what it was doing to her.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 7:05 pm
Her eyebrows furrowed, her face struggling to remain emotionless despite the wave of disappointment that had come over her. She had wanted to give her report, she had wanted to show the others just how much ******** better she was at her job than any of them could dream to be.
Her ego received its stroking, however, as Charonite finished his statement. Her eyes moved to look towards Lina first, and then to the others as he continued to talk about supporting roles. She hoped it was killing Lina inside, to hear him talk about her like this. Little b***h.
Eyes widened, however, as she heard the next order given out. Wait...a partner?
Nealite's head rose ever so slightly to look at the General-King. Did he not think she was capable of doing it herself? Granted she had enlisted help in some of her previous capers, but to be ordered a partner that wasn't furry and on four legs? Was she losing her touch?
Shifting her glance towards Hematite, she exhaled and silently accepted her fate, knowing better than to raise any sort of fuss, unlike her younger companion. At least having Little Dreads around would help ease up on any attacks that should come... right?
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