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 Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 8:27 pm
He rippled soundlessly into being within the darkness of the Negaspace, feeling his armor settle onto his body. The weight was familiar now, where it had been so strange upon his promotion, and he could move with it easily. The crystal throne seemed to loom over him, and the Captain knelt on instinct in front of it. Beryl did not fill it today, but someone surely had to be here. That was the only reason he spoke.
"General King. I have something to report."
His voice echoed in the dead, lifeless space, and the man waited. Either Charonite--or Beryl--would come, or not. The starseed throbbed in his palm as though to distract him, but he kept his thoughts focused. He was impatient, but kept it hidden behind a cool mask even as it strained and emerged in the form of slightly wandering eyes and twitching fingers.
This was important.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 12:52 pm
Charonite no longer sat on the crystal throne, but emerged to its right: he crossed his arms and leant back against the rock-studded walls, flipping his sunglasses up high on his forehead to eyeball one of his oldest officers. Obsidian had been with him only slightly shorter a time than Nealite had. Andrew was -- well, Drew was ******** Andrew, he was deranged and only knew bloodlust and kicking the s**t out of anything that moved, but in the end he was a good officer. Left a lot to be desired. Kunzite would have turned him away from the palace gates on seeing him: I don't take men who love blood, he would have said. I take men who tolerate it.
"Report," he said. "Stand. I don't ask you to give me intel speaking to the goddamned floor, Captain."
At least the Captain still rang sweet in Obsidian's ears.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 10:57 am
Mm, he loved these new privileges. He rose from the floor with a smooth, fluid motion, meeting the General-King's eyes without flinching. Well s**t, he'd took the sunglasses off. He half-expected his body to stiffen up and turn to stone, or those dreads to writhe around like fat, purple snakes. The Negaverse was a lot of things, but sadly,that didn't seem to fall under any of those categories.
"There was a civilian just outside of town tonight. Nothing less than typical." Clearly he didn't come all this way to gloat about capturing a human starseed. "When I took his starseed, there was something odd about it." Casual, still, almost deliberately so.
The man held out his hand, let his fingers uncurl so the starseed could gleam ominously in the darkness of the Negaverse. "Anyway, I thought it'd go well with your eyes, sir." The triumph in his voice was undeniable.
Obsidian thought he knew just how well he'd done. But really, he didn't have any idea.
(art by the amazing Baniru!)
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 11:11 am
The General-King walked forward and reached out slowly for the starseed, took it with uncharacteristic delicacy. He raised it up to the light to look through it as it sparkled magnificently: its colours shifted within from clear blue down the spectrum to a murky cobalt. Tiny motes of green played within it, textured, layered over like a manic opal. He brought it closer, cupped it in his hand: and when he looked up, Obsidian realised that he'd gotten something right.
"Finally," rasped out Charonite. "Finally, one of you goes out and does it."
He held it up, changed the angle of refraction again. "I didn't expect you to be the one who did it by complete ******** accident," he said, "but you did it. Congratulations, Captain." It was lovely. It really was beautiful.
"Next time, get it in a god damned fight."
Oh, well.
The stone was reflected in Charonite's pale grey eyes, turning them blue. "Congratulations, Captain," he repeated, a tiny curl of approval entering his gruff voice. "You really should not have taken this ******** long. But you did it. So this one's yours."
He held out the Zodiac starseed back to his Captain. "Eat it," he commanded. "It's your right."
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 11:42 am
Finally was right. When Charonite looked at him again, he knew, and this was something not even Nealite had managed to do for the man. Sure, she was the Queen, but she could never take this title from him. He reveled in the notion for a moment, eyes half-lidded as he watched the thing glitter and swirl with a power he didn't fully understand.
"Yes sir." He curbed the amusement he felt and refused to let it enter his tone, not daring to push his luck.
And then, Charonite did the unexpected. He gave it back.
Obsidian stared soundlessly for a heartbeat before his hand reached out to reclaim his prize, cherishing it even as he pulled the thing towards his lips. The thing crackled across his tongue like a battery, had his fingers immediately twitching from the first thrums of power.
There was no way he could have known what would happen when he swallowed it.
It sizzled down his throat in a way that made him stiffen, body wracked with momentary trembles as raw energy coursed through his veins, had him shivering even as a hiss slipped between his grin-gritted teeth. It felt so good, better than anything, and he could feel himself being ungodly close to losing control for good. This was the power he wanted, the power he'd sought for so long. And just when it seemed like he wasn't going to be able to handle it, Obsidian relaxed, and sighed.
"Thank you, sir." There was a huskiness to his tone, a throaty quality that hadn't been there before. This was amazing, simply amazing, and he was already raring to go out again despite the fact he'd teleported twice tonight.
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