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 Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 10:40 pm
Woflramite was grounded, but that wasn’t any excuse he could give the Negaverse. There were still requirements to meet, duties to uphold, and places to be. Saying dear old mommy was angry with you wasn’t going to fly, even if it meant staying up later than normal just to be sure that you wouldn’t be caught and then leaving home in the dead of night than when you normally would. What a different a few hours made! He was just getting use to staying up late at his normal patrol time, but now he was back on a brand new schedule and it wasn’t working wonders.
Yawning, he moved up the roofs, glad that he was practiced enough in jumping that it was nearly effortless to rise higher and higher. There wasn’t any point in covering a lot of ground when you could just take a vantage point, and he really didn’t have the energy to spare these days. With keeping up his grades so nothing was suspicious, after school activities, a social life, and training, there wasn't any time! It would be a relief once summer vacation came, that was for sure.
Hopping up to another roof, he was about to turn to the entertainment district, his usual territory, when he caught a figure standing further off. Seeing as they were several stories up and it was in the dead of night, he was pretty sure this wasn’t someone doing late-night maintenance. On guard, he moved over, prepared to meet a senshi, but noticed the dark colors and the lack of any sort of skirt or bow. Not a guarantee that it wasn’t a senshi, but a good indicator. When he came closer, he noticed it was something he’d seen before from training.
The second in command of Team Enterprise was apparently a night owl too, and he relaxed, glad he wasn’t gong to fight today. While they didn’t exactly get along with Zinkenite, that didn’t mean he shouldn’t say hello. Slowly approaching, he gave off a small wave and a little 'Hello, Zinkerite' as way of introductions. Calling him 'Z' seemed something only friends could do.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 7:05 am
Zink gave a sort of casual "Oh a person" kind of wave and then returned to staring down at the people below. Oddly he had with him a note book and was jotting down what looked like it must be short hand of some kind.
"Hello Wolframite." he acknowledged him by 'name'
"What brings you here tonight, particular target? Vantage point?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 12:32 pm
Not exactly a warm greeting, but at least it wasn’t the cold shoulder, and he decided to at least stop for a few moments before heading off. It wasn’t like Zink and he were friends in much of any way aside from being in the same team, and he knew absolutely nothing about him aside from the fact that he was pretty straightforward and had a boyfriend. Not much he could really work with in the way of just talking for talking’s sake. Still, they were on the team, which meant he had the small hope they would all eventually become close as friends. A small hope that, as it stood, really wasn’t working as well as he had planned.
“I’m just doing patrol for now.” While he was just going around and seeing what would happen, Zink seemed to be in the middle of something much more intense than his simple way of going about things. The notebook gave the air that he was doing some sort of study or record keeping, and while he couldn’t make out any of the words with a simple glance, he wasn’t about to lean over or pry.
Having no luck deciphering what he was doing, his eyes fell and froze at the sight of the slingshot.
Last night I had gone to get milk and this boy with blueish hair, I guess, was following me. He had... smoke pellets? And I think a slingshot.
Her words came back to him in an instant, and he felt his blood run cold. It took him a while to make sure he was absolutely sure it was an actual slingshot, before looking up at Zink, who was still writing in his notebook. Blue hair….
The fact that someone had reached their hand into Tate’s chest, gone after her starseed, meant they had been in the Negaverse, but he hadn’t thought that it was someone in his own team. Someone he knew. Then again, their team just became assembled, and really hadn’t trained.
His eyes shot out to look across the sky, unfocused as his eyes shook and his fingers twitched, debating between strangulation or just clawing his eyes out. His gut was a furnace turning his blood hot, and he breathed deep to keep his head cool above the rising heat.
“Actually, I am looking for someone.” He paused, willing his voice to be calm. “Zink, do you use smoke pellets with your slingshot?” His eyes slide over, serpent green and narrow, to look at the other boy.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 4:47 pm
Zink paused in his writing and flipped from the current page to another page entirely some 12 pages deeper in his notebook, it had only a few lines but before he answered he jotted some more of that strange cryptic writing.
"Conceivably..." he said cooly, and at the same time evasive as he turned to meet Wolframs angry narrowed green slits with a cool gaze of his own. Not unlike a snake facing off against a mongoose.
"Do you -need- smoke pellets, or are you looking for someone whom has used them before?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 4:59 pm
The very idea that Zink had nearly KILLED Tate was more than enough to make him consider pushing the teen off the roof. After throwing a few bodies off to make it look like a fake suicide, he knew he could manage that. Might even ENJOY it for once, rather than wanting to cover his ears and shut his eyes from it all. Even while there were plenty of people who would say death was wrong, it depended on who you killed. He had assumed that the other Negaversers were like-minded enough to not just attack anyone on the street for the sake of attacking, but it didn’t seem that way. Zink was nothing more than a youma, going after a girl who hadn’t been doing anything but minding her own. It wasn’t like she was breaking into a car or whoring herself off like any of the other hundreds of people he could have, SHOULD have, gone after.
“You attacked a girl a while back. Short red hair, side ponytail, very tall. You almost took her starseed. You almost killed her. That person was my friend, and you decided to pick her off.” It was a good thing he was already standing up, and he crossed his arms across his chest just to plant his hands against his arms and dig his fingers in, restraining himself. Sticky situations involving members of the same team told him to stay in place. Loyalty to a friend butted head against this like a stubborn ram. The two were dueling fiercely behind his eyes, sending sparks flashing.
“ I thought you’d have enough discretion to go after the trash of this city and not just random students.” What were they working for in the end if not a better tomorrow? A better, new Kingdom?
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 5:06 pm
Zinkenite arched an eyebrow and moved a few steps away from the edge of the roof, made no effort to conceal that he was looking wolfram over, sizing him up and jotting in that notebook.
"Did you..." He said evenly.
"How amusing... normally, you'd be right. I am -very- careful about whom I pick unless there happens to be a quota -looming- over us since, I think we -all- agree, that the cause comes -first-"
He leaned forward slightly rocking on his toes using the height difference to behave just slightly like a little kid despite his less 'childlike' uniform.
"Out of -pure- curiosity, what -exactly- were you thinking of doing to me if I -didn't- leave her alone. If I had, in my notebook here some -reason- to go after her that even you had yet to stumble across hmm?"
He twisted the notebook to show Wolfram the page, it wasn't even proper short hand. It was illegible at best but for things that looked like times and other numbers.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 5:20 pm
Wolfram wanted either an apology or a fight, but Zink was trying to hook him not with a fist, but with curiosity. Too bad the bow-wearing Lieutenant wasn’t in the mood. The relaxed stature, the easy way he moved to show he wasn’t all that threatened, and the damn notebook were all getting on his nerves, and he stood there, rooted but standing on a bundle of energy ready to spark at any moment.
“Our mission, the Negaverse, might come first, but that does not mean that we’re not entitled to some sort of social life outside of that. I don’t go picking your friends and family off for kicks, and a schoolgirl is a lot harder to convince of being killed than some drug dealer.”
The notebook barely got a glance, as he could tell it was something he couldn’t read. Even if it had secret information in it, what was stopping him form tearing it apart and keeping whatever findings Zink had a secret.
But it was a secret……..from him. Tate was still in partial shadow as far as her life and thoughts went, and if Zink knew something, he wanted to know it too. There was no way he wanted some other Lieutenant to know anything about her. In fact, he wanted no one to know about her. She wasn’t involved in this and shouldn’t be, and he was here to make sure she wasn’t.
“There isn’t any reason for you to go after her. I say you’re bluffing, and I’m also saying that you should leave her alone. You might be on my team, Zinkenite, but that doesn’t mean you can just attack the people from my other life. They’re not part of this business as much as the people in your civilian life aren’t a part of this. You bring her into this, I’ll drag everyone you know into the fire as well.” Despite how shy he had been when first meeting Z, where he barely could meet his eyes and kept his head down, Wolframite wasn’t showing any lack of confidence in his words now. He meant it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 5:27 pm
Zinkenite... laughed.
It was a quiet and would, under other circumstances perhaps have been a pleasant sound.
"I don't bluff Wolframite... I don't see the -point- of it. Feel -free- to go after my family.... if you can find my Father he is YOURS for the taking, I'll give my my mother's address if you want to do the -world- a service and eliminate her from the face of the planet." He said his bright blue eyes flickering with an strange intensity.
"But..."
He said a pointed dangerous word.
"I would...really rather hate to report to Linarite...or, god forbid CHARONITE, that a fellow Lieutenant, has threatened harm of -any- sort, not matter how indirect to another officer for the sake of a CIVILIAN. I think, that she wouldn't be the only one -suffering- should that happen."
His smile was thin and utterly forced in its civility.
"I do not take kindly to threats Wolframite... no matter how poorly mustered. But, I am reasonable should the other party be as well."
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 5:40 pm
Naturally, one would assume that you’d want to protect your family. Naturally, he’d assumed that Zink would take the threat to heart and become equally enraged if not take him more seriously. Obviously, he shouldn’t have assumed too much from someone he barely knew, and now he was made the fool for it. Poor predictions, poor planning, and poor outcome on his part, and now there was reason for Zink to laugh. The boy didn’t hold any loyalties to his blood, or at least wasn’t showing who he did care about. The only person he could rightfully assume was Schee, and targeting two Lieutenants was a step too far from the clear lines he was already stepping over, and who knew if Zink, with that impish smile to his eyes, even cared for that boy in the end.
His first impression had been right. Zink had been someone who plotted, and while this was a surprise turn for him, he wasn’t made dizzy or confused but remained cool-headed and clear. Wolframite’s mind was the one that was swirling.
He was stuck between two threats, Tate’s life that he was trying to ensure protection for, and his own life should any of his superiors catch wind that he was making threats against his teammates over a civilian. Over a nobody to them who served no other purpose but provide the fuel to goals. People were timber to the Negaverse, and he didn’t need to see Tate in the furnace.
A muscle twitched in his face as he clenched his teeth, watching the boy who looked as if he was about to do a little jig from delight over the matter. It nearly broke his jaw to crack it open and ask, slowly, in a level tone. “How reasonable?”
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 5:52 pm
He crossed one arm, and pressed a finger to his lips something between a thoughtful look and a 'shhh'...
"I will not only refrain from attacking your friend again, I will ask Scheelite to do the same... and... I will refrain from telling our Captain, OR Charonite... or any other members of the organization that this 'conversation' ever took place in exchange for favors of my own. " He said carefully.
That strange intensity having faded back to a more dangerous cool in his eyes.
"I would be a very poor Lieutenant if there were -nothing- that I cared about after all, so in exchange for not attacking your friend, i will ask you to refrain from attacking my Cousin, she has -just- lost her mother... in...an unfortunate accident." He said saying it so carefully that there was little doubt that the 'accident' was neither an accident nor did he like that it had happened.
"But... since I am also risking charges of insubordination by NOT reporting you, I request also, one unspecified favor to be redeemed at a future time of my choosing."
he quirked an amused smile... "And if you like... I'll apologize to your friend... it would not be inconceivable for a case of mistaken identity to have happened."
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 6:07 pm
If there was one rule he learned from books and movies, it was never agree to a favor before you knew what it was. It left you open to anything, but what choice did he have? A mysterious favor seemed small in comparison to being reported, and it didn’t take him long to decide. “Agreed. I won’t touch your cousin, and you get a favor whenever you decide what that is, as long as it isn’t killing who I just mentioned. As for the apology, I’ll set up a time and place for her to come and meet us. You can apologize to her then. After that, it’s a deal.” After that, Zink would have his favor, and in turn, his upper hand. Still, in the background, was the attached strings that said that if either one should break their deal, someone they cared for would pay for it.
While it wasn't the sort of justice he wanted to give his friend, there was now a bit more protection he could offer her in removing two Lieutenants from her list of worries, and also giving her some peace of mind in an apology. If that meant he had to hold his tongue and be in debt to another Lieutenant, than so be it.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 6:11 pm
Zink nodded and offered a hand. "At your convenience then, shall we find your friend?"
His smile was more interested and genuine this time as well. He wondered if this 'friend' knew Landon as Wolframite and vise versa.
How strange...how curious.
"Oh..." He added furrowing his brow recalling Scheelites recent behavior... "I will do my -best- with Scheelite... but do let me know... if there are any issues."
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 6:18 pm
He only nodded, wondering what Zink's best was in regards to keeping watch over Scheelite, but not feeling the need at the moment to let Zink explain. The boy's voice now grated against him, delighted and merry over the change of events, and he bristled as he turned about. "She should be up." He stated, letting the steam he had been riding cool to a chill. They went from becoming teammates to something completely different at this point, and he almost wanted to laugh at the boy who thought, days earlier, how he could win over his teammates.
Taking the lead, Wolfarmite jumped off to lead Zink with him to a rooftop where he could leave him and fetch Tate. An apology was in order and a contract was going to be sealed tonight.
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