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[REGULAR] I Want a Manwich, Please (Franz + Khal + Jan)

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cibarium

Noob

PostPosted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 1:58 pm


That encounter with the overly casual, blue-haired senshi had been one of the most disappointing experiences of Janice Fitzpatrick's young life. The graveyard hours saw her mind abuzz with unanswered questions and repeated personal griping about it, poring over notes, jotting down questions, scribbling in postulations and repeating the whole process ad nauseam.

Sometimes she talked to Franz about it, on the phone. They had a long list of subjects to cover, both for the Sound and for their own amusement, but it seemed some days that their chattering over who was the most influential rock band of the 80's, or, once over a game of Candy Land, what kind of monarch Queen Frostine was, was just a diversion, a futile distraction from the real issue they wanted to sink their teeth into. That senshi. That tiny peek into the secrets of Destiny City had left both of them craving for more, like accepting a free sample of ice cream while fully knowing that tiny spoonful just wasn't going to be enough. And they both had a stomach for a five-gallon bucket of french vanilla.

"We need more data," Janice had breathed into the phone at 2:15 one morning, ablaze with the insatiability of her curiosity. "Keystone and Cobbler. Code word: tetracycline. I expect you here in twenty, St. Germaine."

Eighteen minutes later Franz had joined Janice at the corner of Keystone and Cobbler. It was an exact replica of their last attempt, right down to the spy beatnik look, the code word was exchanged with a brief handshake. Janice produced another package of Pop Tarts; the flavor of the evening was strawberry milkshake-- which her accomplice had correctly guessed before the foil was even ripped open.

There they stood, silent save for the crunching of their toaster pastries, waiting.
PostPosted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 5:48 am


At the same time as he was striving to figure out how in the hell he'd catch Sailor Tisiphone in a week, Hematite was forming, crossing out, checking off, crumpling, and rewriting a mental list of things he wanted to do before the end of the week. At the end of the week, it was game over. It turned out that when he really thought about it, there were not a whole lot of things he wished he had done that he could still manage in the short space of time. He couldn't win, and he wasn't happy. But time wasn't about to stop and wait around for him to catch up.

The knock of his boots against pavement stopped, and he ducked into the shadows. Two humans, standing around in the middle of the city at night? He shifted back to human with a thought. If they were senshi, he couldn't afford to be attacked. They could probably see or hear he was there, but his appearance and outfit would be impossible to discern from the distance. He hoped one of them was Sailor Tisiphone - that would make this all so much easier.

Carefully, appearing as though casually, a ridiculously 'metal'-dressed Khaldun walked slowly over to the intersection of Keystone and Cobbler. No such luck. It was a couple of regular civilians about the same age as him. He would have kept walking, had he not recognized the muddy-haired girl to be Janice. Suddenly, whatever witching hour fascination the two students had Khaldun shared. The other boy didn't seem to register as a threat to his plans, yet. Nor did the fact that he still had a finger healing from a break inflicted by the girl he was now preparing to make a pass at.

Khaldun turned, looked over his shoulder sideways at the pair, and stopped as if it had only just struck him that he recognized her. It was probably not convincing - Khaldun was not an actor of any kind. "Hey, Janice, right?"

Molten Tigrex

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candy lamb

PostPosted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:30 am


Really, there was a secret that everyone and God knew: part of why Franz liked being out with Janice at night waiting for senshi to crop up and follow like rogue paparazzi was that it gave him time for his two loves. His first love was Truth. Franz loved the truth; the Truth was a living, breathing being that was melodramatically gagged in the prisons of Destiny City; the truth was God and President.

And his second love, which was Janice Fitzpatrick, which was also the secret that everyone knew. Everyone except Janice.

He had just swallowed his last morsel of strawberry milkshake when they'd been approached -- not by a senshi, but by a civvie, which Franz regarded with the same kind of trust he regarded anyone with who was out in the middle of the night: obviously a kindred spirit. A kindred bogan spirit who appeared to be the kind of guy who still thought that Metallica was the only music worth listening to, ever, but that was also a good descriptor for a lot of the Hillworth boys. In fact, he looked kind of familiar --

"Khaldun?" said Franz, who never forgot a name. "Cilentani, right? You snuck out too? Damn, son! More power to the people."

Except he'd said, "Jan."

"You two know each other? Serendipitous." He added, sotto voce: "Triple word score, Emma Goldman."
PostPosted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 7:14 am


Janice normally had all the patience of a swarm of locusts hovering over a wheatfield when it came to spending any hour of the day or night waiting for someone to show up, or something to happen. Normally, at this point she would be craving the ability to grab the world itself by its lapels and shake it violently until the object of her impatience fell out, but this teeth-grinding irritation did not happen very often when she was around Franz. Waiting with Franz was pleasant. She wondered powerfully why she thought waiting with Franz was pleasant.

Then, a welcome distraction from her annoyingly foreign contentment came in the form of approaching footsteps, a bit too heavy and flat-sounding to be a possible senshi crossing their--

That face. That look. That stupid, bad-actor-in-a-worse-romantic-comedy look. Her eyes narrowed to a typical Janice look of disdain while the corners of her mouth stretched upward into a narrow, uneven grin. Khaldun would recognize that grin. It was the very smile she gave him while she had been wrenching his finger backwards in his grip.

"You remembered my name," she said, in a tone of exaggerated faux admiration, tilting her head. "How touching. Cilentani, is it now? Well," and she regarded Franz, stroking at her jaw with a hand.

"I wouldn't say we know each other all too well, the meeting was rather brief. Memorable, but brief. Wouldn't you say, Cilentani?" Her gaze was pointedly directed at Khaldun's injured hand.

cibarium

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Molten Tigrex

Shameless Hunter

PostPosted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 1:34 am


"Franz? Man, what are you doing out here so late?" And, if he may be so bold as to ask, was it at all illegal? Sometimes one had to roll up their proverbial sleeves and dig up the metaphorical dirt by hand. Blackmail didn't extort itself, and he'd yet to try shaking down Franz St. Germaine. Maybe Khaldun never would - the Hillworth Sound, Franz's newspaper of ill repute and madness-inducing conspiracy, was one of the greatest human endeavors Khal knew of, after the Negaverse and lovingly hand-crafted retribution. But it never hurt not to know things about people he dealt with on a regular basis. Franz was in a handful of Khaldun's classes, and was... difficult to forget. "Would you believe me if I told you I thought you were both a couple of Sailor Senshi? Thought I was going to get jumped. You must have seen the news lately."

And there was a little publicity for Sailor Nea, too. Spreading rumors was at least less effort than dressing in a ridiculous frilly costume to start them.

Khaldun stood silently for a moment, save the jangling of chains that twined between belt loops on his jeans. Janice's presence had all but vanquished the worries he had over his senshi-hunting mission. Addressed by Janice, he gave her his full and somewhat over-eager attention. Women were the key weakness to his otherwise strategic mind - he couldn't even remember the hazards of the smile that had crossed the girl's face.

"Hey, you can just call me Khaldun." Was it ever 'the look' he was giving her. This was only the second time he'd met Janice - there was no reason to give up so early. She was just playing hard-to-get, it was simple! He followed her gaze to the splinted finger, letting his eyes crawl over the injury while he attempted to make something of it. And did he ever.

"Oh, this? Don't worry about it. People do things in the heat of passion." He held up his hand as if admiring a ring and not the slow healing of a broken finger bone. Janice would be very lucky if he was joking. The look on his face, a sort of knowing smile, made it hard to tell. "A lot can happen in a short time."
PostPosted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 1:58 am


Previously, Franz had been fine on the subject of Khaldun Cilentani -- there were a lot of shitty rumours about him, but none of the Polecats and neither Franz St. Germaine had ever been given the heavy by him. A little naively, then, for somebody who exposed s**t on a daily basis, he took it as calumny and considered him innocent until proven guilty.

And then Khaldun looked at Janice with smouldering dark eyes, and a tone that bespoke wanting to see her without her clothes on.

Franz's hate was as large as a mountain.

But Franz did not hate as normal men.

She had broken his finger.

She had never broken Franz's finger. Imagine being touched by Janice that way, so hard and so masterfully.


"Hahahaha, I know, am I right," said Franz, who was immediately clapping him on the back. Hard. Hard, with friendliness and chummery. "As I am ALWAYS SAYING to Emma over here -- I call her Emma, it's just my deal, you know? -- things happen in a very. Short. Time. Sometimes things happen in a long time, sometimes things happen in a short time. Who knows."

This did not make a hell of a lot of sense.

"Dude, we were actually looking for a senshi ourselves, want to come along," he said. "We were going to -- you know, me and Janice -- try to squeeze some info out, you know, the Truth Is Out There. Journalism in this city is like a putrid pig corpse, son. It's left to the children of the revolution to handle." Another back clap. "Jan and me, we're children of the revolution. Like. I am always saying to her."

candy lamb


cibarium

Noob

PostPosted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 5:23 pm


When Khaldun took Janice's words and bound then right into her face, the way the response struck her was the same as if he'd chucked a clot of dirt at her. Her features flattened into a look of pure disgust, baffled and annoyed -- dammit, that was supposed to be a threat! -- but he'd done something unexpected with it, twisting it into another pass at her. She really should have seen that coming, given what her all of five minutes of interaction with the guy had told her about him. He was tactless, unreasonably persistent and most of the nerve signals to his brain were fueled by testosterone.

Janice Fitzpatrick was just simply not used to pickup lines and amorous tones being used in her direction. Those her knew her well would have no difficulty in saying that she had all the passions of a slab of granite - that was to say, she was not interested in anyone, ever, and had no intent on getting romantically involved with anyone. Ever. She was about as interested in romance as she was in being infected by lung flukes, and at least being infected by lung flukes would be an interesting learning experience.

Her accomplice's sudden change in behavior, needless to say, flew right over her muddy-plum head. The girl figured she was just witnessing a slice of typical Hillworth culture.

"And sometimes nothing happens, as much as you'd like to think something did," she added, tone bleeding through with the colors of a coral snake. Part of her just wanted to lash out and grab the b*****d, undo all of that healing he had managed under that splint, make the injury even worse, hear him scream and curse into the empty streets. Give him a lopsided finger for the rest of his pathetic life; wouldn't that be something?

It seemed like Franz wanted to keep the idiot along, though. Janice would just have to bear with him for now, or otherwise forsake their research before it had even truly started.
PostPosted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 6:41 pm


Khaldun's back stiffened as soon as Franz clapped his hand against it, as though he'd been expecting something sharp and potentially life-threatening to be lodged between his shoulderblades. He narrowed his eyes somewhat at Franz, leering from the corners. In that brief but absolutely intimate time Khaldun had spent with Janice, there had been no mention of her being 'taken'. And no girl he'd tried to win over before had failed to use such an important piece of information for turning him away (though sometimes they had to point it several times and explain just how sincerely they meant it). Wait a minute. Was this guy out here trying to win over Janice? His ego puffed up like a spiny pufferfish within him, suspicion souring all the words he thought of to say. He was not going to go down without a fight on this - though if an actual fight could be avoided, he'd be okay with that too. "You know, you're absolutely right. You never know how long it takes for something to happen. But when it does, you know. The truth is out there. It might even be right here, right now, right in front of us."

After the last clap on the back, he took a few steps away from Franz and pivoted a bit on his feet in order to keep both in sight. The look on his face could well have been loaned to him from a particularly devious crocodile, a smile too reptilian to be sincere. He trained the expression on Franz like a spotlight. Thoughts of his Negaverse duty had slipped his mind at this point, as his attention was entirely on "I think I'd like to join you, and Janice. Or was it 'Emma'? It sounds exciting."

He turned his head to give Janice a slightly less insincere smile at her words. Khaldun's interest in women was a bit... odd. He'd never gotten far enough with one to really consider what he'd do if he ever had a girlfriend. But he was a guy, and guys at Hillworth had girlfriends, so it was the last piece of the puzzle needed to complete his human facade and be left alone on the subject by everyone. And if there was something that interesting or likable about women besides certain aspects of their anatomy, he assumed he'd find out then. Nealite was pretty insufferable on the subject of love, but it was from putting up with her that he'd formed a semblance of a system for understanding women. She was a rather violent sort, so it never struck Khaldun as odd or dangerous that she'd broken his finger. This was perfectly normal. It didn't matter that Janice was hardly feminine in appearance - she was female, and that was the entirety of her value in Khaldun's eyes. And Janice would easily have been able to see that sentiment in the way he looked at her, like she was a painting in a museum that he wanted for a private collection. He took a step closer to her, still out of finger-breaking range. "We've got the whole night ahead of us to change that..."

Molten Tigrex

Shameless Hunter

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