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 Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 2:54 pm
So he was in his Negaverse outfit. Sue him.
Most people who were non- magical powered, or a talking cat really, usually didn't even spare him a passing glance. And here it was definatly a figurative 'most people': the Meadowview school hallways looked like a mess from World War Z, without the actual 'Z' part. Trash littered the emptied schoolgrounds, and everything from clothing to love notes threatened to leak out from various lopsided lockers.
Oh the joy of Friday afternoons.
Though granted, it was rather late, and a small but almost obscure self-conscious part of him was reminded him of his rather imminent Death and Destruction in Technicolour if he did not pick up a certain star-seed collecting slack (apparently, collecting three star seeds really was THAT HARD), but right now, there were more ah, pressing issues at hand.
Namely the fact that a certain teacher who was still working late after school, the poor underpaid man, had CONFISCATED his most prized Gametoy. Sure, Toby wasn't paying attention during class but could you blame him for not being interested in trees during math class - not that he had a clue why logs were important in mathematical equations. Anyway, long story short, the scruffy, lanky math teacher had his stuff, and he was going to steal it back.
With the plan B that if he was spotted, he would just take the hapless teacher's star seed and noone would be the wiser. Talk about killing two birds with one stone! (Though the thought of once again, hiding a body made him turn slightly green).
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 3:13 pm
This was it! Today, Linarite would make the General-King step up and notice her, by delivering a star seed that would most certainly cause an upheval. Not that it mattered much to Audrey. Oh no. This teacher she never even knew except on sight as the director of the choir. At best, the bluenette could croak like a bullfrog. No, choir was just a blip on the radar of the school's workings.
But if there was one thing Meadowview was known for, it was that it had a decent choir. And she was going to absolutely, positively, mess that up! Smirking, the sixteen year old student ducked into the faculty bathroom, and out walked Linarite. Head held high, looking as if she belonged, strutting proudly through the campus.
She probably would've stalked straight down to the art wing, had something totally out of place not caught her eye first. A flash of neon green and white had her head swerving and her heels clicking as she backtracked to stare down the math corridor.
"Torbernite?!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 3:25 pm
He was so focused on staring at the math teacher with his non-existent hypnotic powers that he had failed to hear the click-clock of heels heading down the hallway. Instead all his attention was focused on the teacher wobbling at the desk, one hand propped to his cheek ready to fall asleep any second, yes victory would soon be his...!
When he heard his imaginary mental voice say his name in a rather girly squeak. What on-
- As Torbernite turned around, one of two things occurred to him. The first was that perhaps this was not really his imaginary voice, and actually some girl dressed in an vaguely familiar uniform. The second was that he had seen this girl somewhere - ah yes! - the Negaverse meeting where he got his a** handed to him, who could forget such a thing? He squinted, trying to place a name with the awesome teal-haired "co-worker", of sorts. "Oh, um, you're Linarite, right?"
Apparently he had talked a little too loud, as the math teacher gave a little snort, jolted out of whatever he might have been dreaming. Wincing and cursing slightly, Torbernite slid down the math hallway as quietly as he could to talk to the other without somewhat-hollering through a quarter of the school. He raised one eyebrow. "W-what are you doing here?"
Oh crap oh crap, what if she was actually ASSIGNED here, maybe he could pretend he was just checking in or something!?
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 3:30 pm
As he hurried over to drag her back towards the corridor she'd just come from, she couldn't help but notice where he was standing. And that made her worry. She had the head of the math department wrapped FIRMLY around her little finger, and most decidedly needed him around to keep her grades up! Setting her jaw, she folded her arms and got saucy.
"I'm doing what you should be doing! But on a grander scale. I have a good seed candidate, one that'll rock this stupid school. What were you doing outside the math department? I didn't think we were supposed to get tutoring like this." She smiled slightly, still mildly worried, and inwardly nervous about her plan.
If this one failed, she'd be dealing with a situation similar to Hematite's. Torbernite could probably relate, he was in a jam, wasn't he?
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 3:52 pm
For a second, he forgot he was still in his evil wonder!get, and simply gaped at the other. "Wha- tutoring?!" The sheer thought of voluntarily staying after school to listen to more math seemed like a violation of nature. "God no, the stupid teacher took my Gametoy and..."
He trailed off as his belated hindsight reminded him that there might have been something a LITTLE more important he was supposed to be doing. Face flushing in embarrasement, he put one hand on the back of his neck. "Ah um.. yeah...," quick, change the topic! He feigned curiousity as he looked around at the clearly empty hallways, "So uh, where's this star seed candidate of yours?"
Maybe she would take the hint to get back to whatever she was doing and let him procrastinate in peace.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 7:49 pm
Pursing her lips thoughtfully, the blue-haired soldier looked her counterpart up and down. He was certainly much taller and more muscular than she was. Probably stronger by far. Surprise seemed to always backfire, and cornering the director probably wouldn't be very easy.
Obviously the poor kid needed someone to take him under her wing. Immediately, Linarite decided that her wings were feeling pretty empty, and she adopted him on the spot.
"Come with me. You need a capture, and I don't mind sharing the credit. Anyone would understand that you wouldn't think of this." Snagging him by the arm she dragged him down towards the arts hallway. "When we're done, if you do good, I'll get your stupid toy back. He likes me."
Didn't matter if this agent saw her as Audrey. Nealite already knew, and that was really the worst of them all.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 11:39 am
He managed to get a single "But-" into the sentence before he was pretty much snagged and dragged. The ever-so-lazy, procrastinating part of him suggested perhaps telling this girl that later was always a good plan, but they DID mention getting his confiscated item back. Which granted, he might have had back by now if not for this sudden and unexpected appearance of fellow Negaverser.
For some reason, the arts hallway always seemed dimmer than the rest of the school. Maybe it was that one flickering light at the end which the janitor never replaced most likely due to his sloth and partially due to school budget issues, maybe it was the fact that well, it was, well, the arts hallway. Regardless, Toby felt just a little more than simply nervous.
"Um," he started again, brain and half his wits finally catching up him. "Are you sure they wont notice anything?" For some reason the darkening setting made him feel even more self-conscious than he normally was. He licked his lips. "So what do you need me to do anyway?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 3:22 pm
If this guy was always so fidgety, she didn't even have to wonder why the General-King had been so exasperated and harsh! It felt like he was absolutely waffling back and forth on whether he should just tell her where to stick it, and helping her. Probably only the threat of Terrible Death kept him around, and not even her offer to help him out.
Boys!
At the end of the corridor, she stepped in close and tried to look all sweet. That way, if anyone walked by, they'd assume that the pair was a couple theater students flirting between scenes. "Listen, ok? There's no choir practice today, but I know for a fact he stays late. I've been watching him for awhile now, there's a routine. I just need you to watch my back, ok? I'm not too good at pinning them down when I take their seeds, you know?" Her lips curved upwards and she rolled her eyes under low lashes. "I do all the dirty work, you get some credit, and Charonite gets off your back. Sound good?"
It better sound good! It was perfect!
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 9:33 pm
Whoah whoah wait! He flushed as she got just a little TOO close for comfort, the other flashing a smile that would have made a crocodile jealous. Guess it was true about pretty girls and their - wait what did she say again?
He startled as the word 'Charonite' pretty much jolted him out of whatever potential blue-haired girl bikini fantasy that might have ensued had he continued ah, the other train of thought. Blinking rapidly, he tried to figure out whatever the heck she might have said: crap, she wasn't going to report him was she?!
Suddenly, Torbernite was all ears, expression just falling short of a puppy trying to please its owner. "Ah, sure, sounds good," he began vaguely, his inner voice actually screaming something along the lines of 'oh god I'll do anything just dont report meeee!!'. He paused for a second. "So, should I just knock them out or something?" Seriously, how hard could it be to knock out an out-of-shape teacher?
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 10:07 pm
"You got it kid. Just follow my lead, and let me do all the talking. You just have to be the muscle." Never mind that he was probably her age, possibly older. That meant nothing. She was in charge, she could call him whatever the heck she wanted. Snagging him by the wrist again, Linarite's honey eyes flashed a warning look at the other lieutenant. From here, stealth would be necessary.
Sliding her blue head around the corner to peer into the room, she was pleased to find that only half the fluorescent bulbs were throwing light onto the tiled floor. This room had been chosen for several reasons. Not only was it the easiest place to corner the director alone, but there was extra padding on the walls to deaden the noise from a large, emphatic chorus. It really was going to be the perfect steal!
Dragging Torbernite in with her, she quietly shut the door, and flipped the lock. After the click, Linarite idly went over to the piano and firmly planted her bottom right on the keys, a discordant cacophony echoing through the room. "Oh my, I do think I might need some practice." Smirking, she kept both eyes fixed on the middle-aged man that came bursting out of the music office. "What do you think? Maybe you can help me?"
A quick gesture told Torbernite that he should remain in the shadows, quiet, until she signaled. At least, she hoped he got the message! This could go wrong still, and she didn't want to risk a damn thing. As he started to lecture her on the misuse of school property, she dragged her fingers along the keys and looked up again, smiling. "Nope. Still don't have it."
Demands for her name and homeroom were now fervent and furious. If she didn't stop now, there would most decidedly be detention! That piano was expensive and fragile! Rolling her eyes, the bluenette slammed her boot into the row of 88 keys and gestured to her compatriot.
This wasn't as fun as she thought it would be.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 10:52 pm
Torbernite watched her stir up quite the ruckus, the music teacher's voice just as cacophonous as her premature piano skills. Now Linarite was making strange hand signals, which seemed a little inappropriate given the detention-threatening situation.
Oh wait, that might be a signal to him. Crap.
He looked around for something blunt to possibly smite the teacher over the head with. Deciding against the giant cello stationed beside him, or the tuba to his right, he finally resorted to searching in his pockets. Ah, hello conveniently placed weapon of his.
Considering that this 'Dragon Ball' had knocked out hardened battle warriors in the past, or really, just scantily dressed girls parading around for great "justice" and all that, it seemed like quite the proper choice at the time. With careful aim and weeks of precision Dragon-Ball-throwing techniques, he weighed the object in one hand and then threw it in a clear, perfect arc.
"Ow!" Said the music teacher, followed by a , "What on earth-?" Clearly, he was still conscious.
s**t, time for plan two. Rushing towards the rather-stunned teacher, he curled one hand into a fist and placed a solid punch in their gut. Apparently their stomach fat protected them from unconsciousness as they looked at him with a rather stunned, terrified expression, wind having been knocked out of them. Now, Torbernite himself was panicking. If this man as so much managed to breathe another breath, he and Linarite were going to be Royally ********. Adrenaline clouding his judgment, he looked around, grabbed the piano bench, legs and all, and slammed it against the intended victim's back.
They went out this time like a log, falling down in a strange awkward position.
Still breathing harshly, he stared long and hard at the the unconscious figure before it occurred to him what he had done. Oh, god they were really going to do this. He stared at the other lieutenant, trying to find guidance somewhere in her expression. "U....um." ********. "Now what?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 11:10 pm
Linarite was Absolutely Incredulous. Nealite had warned her that some of the newer Lieutenants had weapons that made her squeaking hammer look like a serious weapon. But this was pretty damn bad! "Is that a Dragon Ball?" The pitch of her voice raised an octave or so on the last two words, before she giggled hysterically and hopped down off the shining wood.
One grey-booted toe nudged the unconscious man, and she took a deep breath. Staring intently, she checked his pulse, and was thoroughly satisfied that he was going to stay asleep. "Anyway...good job. He's out like a light." This was the last thing that would come from her lips, as Linarite knelt next to him, fingers extended like talons.
One deep breath in, and then out, she closed her eyes as her hand sank deep into the space between his shoulder blades. A small squeal of surprise slipped from her rosy lips as fingertips met the warm crystal hovering inside his body. So this was a star seed? Wrapping her fingertips around it, she yanked and pulled it out with a sharp exhalation of her own breath.
Wide eyes looked up at Torbernite before flicking back to the glowing golden crystal in her palms. Cupping it protectively, she stood back up and slowly backed away from the pale, comatose body. Caine had told her this would happen, and she knew exactly what to do. With a pass of her free hand over the crystal, it vanished into the subspace where her hammer was kept, safe and sound from any meddling senshi.
That done, Linarite snapped out a quick order. "Now, we need to get away from here as fast as we can. I'm going to open the door, and we're going to run. I'll get your toy, and leave it in locker 2130 on the second floor ok? That one is empty, nobody'll bother it." Her eyes locked with his and knew that she didn't much care if he listened or not, but she was definitely going to book it the hell out of there.
"Ready?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 11:27 pm
He blinked, staring at her, disbelieving. All previous thoughts about Dragon Ball-shaped weapons were forgotten as he found himself subject to a rather serious tunnel vision effect. Namely: the body.
"W-wait!" He winced at the sound of his own voice against the acoustics of the music room. With more desperation than courage, he grabbed Linarite's wrist, attempting to keep her just as guilty about the scene of the crime. "What about," and here his voice hushed, an awkward second passing as he struggled to say it, "...the body?!"
They was still lying there, looking more dead than alive. Their face had lost pallor fast, and it really looked exactly like that. Just a body. Just a corpse that he had helpe-
He shook his head. Now was not the time to pull himself into the sinkhole. Desperately, he addressed Linarite once again. "Look, we cant just LEAVE. If we leave now someone will know that someone in this school most likely did this. We gotta..." Oh god, dont think about it dontthinkaboutit, "get rid of it. Somewhere."
A couple of choice places popped into his head at the thought of ridding it, but none of them neither fast nor convenient enough for the potential s**t they could get themselves in.
Was it his imagination or was that footsteps coming down the hallway to their scene of the crime, or perhaps, just the pounding in his chest from fear.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 11:30 pm
Why did she just KNOW he'd ask that? Why did they always ask questions like that?! Inwardly, Audrey was having a very hard time dealing with this, and wanted to get as far away as she possibly could as fast as she could. Shaking free of the other teen, she hissed at him through her teeth.
"Who cares? It's an open campus, anyone can wander in. Trust me, it's happened. They'll find him, and put him somewhere, and eventually he'll die. I can't carry him out, that's a little TOO suspicious. I'm sure some kid'll find him tomorrow or something. Or a janitor. I don't CARE. I got what I needed."
Desperately, she stared at the grain of the wood door in front of her face. They had to get out OUT OF HERE. The off chance that some kid would randomly come by to visit was too large with such a group as the chorus. There were just too many of them!
"Now come on. We can argue later, but if we get caught Charonite will kill us both. I am not dying for some puny human."
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 11:53 pm
Half listening to the conversation and half-keeping an ear out for the door, he realised, with a sudden sinking feeling, that there really was someone knocking on the door.
He put one hand against her mouth, hurriedly, reconfirming the sound of a sharp rapping the other side of the wooden frame, and what seemed like a muffled request to see if anyone was ok, that they were going to get a janitor to unlock the key, whomever they were. <********, ********, ********, ********.
Without another word, he signaled for Linarite towards the only window exit in the far-off reaches of the music room. He made quick pantomime of raising one arm, as if to say keep the window open for us.
Oh god, the body, it was still there! There seemed to be two sets of foosteps getting closer now. Focus waning, he sloppily shucked a cello of its vinyl black carrier, rolling the body into it as fast as he could, zipping it only enough for the head and torso to fit into the casing. Regardless, Torbernite grabbed the straps of the bag and hauled a**, towards the window, as if his life depended on it.
Only sheer terror managed to keep his hand clenched firmly around the straps of the casing as he swung and shoved the offending object out into the dusky nightscape.
He could hear the door swinging open behind him, they had mere seconds to get out themselves.
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