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 Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 4:56 pm
"Hey, Spinel."
The small, youthful lieutenant glanced up to his much-taller companion. The corrupted senshi towered over him, but really, it wasn't Domeykite's fault that he hadn't hit his growth spurt yet. It would come next year... he hoped. A few of his friends had teased him about having missed his chance to grow a few more solid inches. His shortness was only emphasized by how goddamned tall Spinel was. Domeykite was just waiting to see the older teenager to hit his head on the ceiling of a building.
He missed his chance, because they were now outside in a dark alleyway, standing side by side, getting ready to collect some starseeds. Domeykite was excited for it. He hadn't been part of the Negaverse long, but he was already trying to beat his score from a few nights previous. It was one of the funnest games he had ever played, and far more invigorating. He was in the action, he could FEEL the starseed as he pulled it out of a victim's chest. It was empowering.
Domeykite wanted to nominate it for the best game of the year. He was sure it would win. "Spinel," he repeated, green eyes flickering up the corrupted senshi's face. He lifted his hands, adjusted his headphones, and decided to make a proposition. "Do you want to have some fun with this? Let's make it a competition. C'mon, really, this will be the best." The sort lieutenant gave Spinel what was closest to the puppy-dog eyes as he would ever be able to attempt (it still wasn't that good, but he should get credit for trying).
"We might pull in better numbers because of it, too." Spinel was a good Negaverser, he wanted to do a nice job, right? Domeykite had the best way to handle this sort of situation. Trust him.
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 5:21 pm
Spinel probably should not be out with an equally-new Negaverser. It was something to do with the fact that he was actually a senshi, whatever that meant. It meant that Domeykite had a slightly more manly uniform, and lacked bells on the toes of his shoes, as far as Spinel could tell. Also, Spinel's hair had suddenly become long enough to lasso small dogs with. It was inconvenient, but at least slightly less inconvenient as compared to the younger boy's megaphone. It served no actual purpose, as far as he could tell.
Oh, and Spinel had a sort of magical attack thing with bells. It wasn't that great.
He crossed his arms over the bandolier. "Domeykite," he said, easily; he splayed his hands out a bit. In truth, it sounded like it would be a little annoying to make a competition to steal starseeds. He wouldn't have time to make any plans, and even if he did the other Negaverser might have time to ******** them up. It was the higher numbers that pulled him in, and he grinned. "All right. Sounds like fun. What are the rules?"
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 5:36 pm
Ah! He knew he would be able to hook Spinel in, it wasn't that hard to tell that the man was already rather loyal. Domeykite was sure that Spinel would do anything to perform better on the field. Domeykite grinned wickedly, and darted ahead of Spinel, turning back to face the man just so he could witness the expression upon his face. It was of utter and complete delight. "First of all, you get one point for each elderly or overly youthful person you steal a starseed from. The teenagers and adults you get two points for. Whomever gets the most points at the end of the night wins..." Oh, wait, there had to be a prize at the end. There was always a prize, though sometimes it was just the accomplishment that was prize enough.
But, Domeykite wanted a prize for when he totally left Spinel in his dust. "Whomever loses buys an ice cream treat for the victor, an ice ream treat of the victor's choice." It was a simple prize, but Domeykite thought it sufficient. He had wanted to go to the new ice cream parlor that opened down on Third street for a while now. "Oh, we have to stick by each other's side, too, so there's no cheating. If you see someone, whomever yells out 'claim' first gets them. You can't interfere with their attempt to take a star seed, okay? You can call dirty names from the sidelines, but no physical interference."
Domeykite waited patiently for Spinel to come up to his side, full of energy, though hopefully by the end of the night he would calm down. "Does that sound good to you?"
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 5:48 pm
Hm. Well, there were enough rules that probably he stood a chance--but the dark-haired corrupted senshi didn't really see a point in antagonizing one of the nicer Negaversers he'd met. The kid probably didn't even have money on him--he certainly had spent most of his time without cash at that age. He adjusted his bandolier, nodded. "Sounds like fun," said Spinel.
He joined the younger Negaverser at the mouth of the alley. "All right, so no interference, no competing for targets, and don't leave the other's sight?" Spinel thought this was a good plan. He hadn't given it much thought, but he had a good feeling. They could deal with disposing of the bodies later.
"Instead of making it all night, why not just say first to a certain number? I doubt any ice cream shops are open at two or three in the morning." It was about nine thirty now, if Spinel remembered right. He wouldn't want to rob Domeykite of his ice cream prize.
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 6:25 pm
"Yeah, that's basically it. It's not a hard game, we're playing on beginner's mode, here." Domeykite lingered by Spinel's side, watching a few people pass by who were unaware of their presence. If someone HAD noticed them, they certainly would have paused to look. Spinel and Domeykite weren't exactly dressed like your normal teeangers, though Domeykite certainly could blend in more than his companion for the evening. Spinel was wearing jester's shoes. There was no way to hide that, nor the bells around his chest. Hell, even Spinel's ridiculously long hair put him at a disadvantage.
Domeykite had gotten away with walking up to a person, asking to borrow their phone, and then just snatching the star seed they were practically offering up to him. It was an easy gig when the people you were hunting were unsuspecting of what kind of danger was lurking in the shadows. "Mmm, well, you can always pay up tomorrow when you lose..." Domeykite sent him a playful, devillish little grin.
"But I guess you have to make some of the rules too, here. Fine, what number do we want to get up to? Not too much, since I don't think it's good to drop a bunch of bodies in a single night."
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 10:52 pm
Level one, was it? That was fine. It wouldn't hurt to let Domeykite win, then; always time to bring his A game later, after all. As for the number of bodies, there were all sorts of considerations to be made: disposal, etcetera. "Three," he decided. If he took one, to look like he was trying, then that would be two bodies each to dispose of. Easy enough, because if all else failed there was throwing them under a layer of trash bags in the dumpster.
(He noted, rather faintly, that he was lucky he did tai chi; otherwise surely he'd be wracked with guilt right about now. People had families.)
"I have too much work to do tomorrow," he sighed, shrugging. "It'll likely be crowded, too." It was supposed to be eighty degrees tomorrow. Ridiculous, really. He would have to get up even earlier to do his tai chi in decent weather. "Are you prepared, then?"
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 8:01 am
"Only to three?" Domeykite was the sort of person who thought ten or twenty would be a more impressive number for the pair of them. He wasn't quite thinking ahead to the fact that they would have to do something with the bodies, and having twenty people going missing in one night would be overdoing things. The smaller teenager frowned, almost as if he wouldn't budge on his stance that three was not a good enough number. Really, all Domeykite had to do was find an adult or teenager and he'd be more than halfway there. Where was the fun if he could get everything done in about a hour or so?
Sigh. "Fine," grumbles the word softly, deciding to give in because he liked Spinel. The poor guy was made to dress funny, but that didn't mean he wasn't nice. Besides, Spinel was agreeing to play the game with him in the first place. Domeykite scratched the top of his head, dedicating himself to winning a game that was as simply as this. It would be embarrassing to lose!
"Busy busy bee," he replied with a soft tsk. "Fine, I'm ready. Let's go check out the park, or do you think we'll have more luck in the streets? I'm trying to think about not getting noticed."
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 5:57 pm
Spinel glanced at Domeykite. "Do you want to hide more than six bodies," he asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He could only teleport so many times, and definitely only once with another person, even dead. Domeykite was rather excitable, he thought.
The question of location was posed, and Spinel tipped his head a bit to the side. There was a meeting of Sovereign's Society for Creative Anachronism that was supposed to go on most of the weekend. His outfit wouldn't stand out too much in a renaissance faire atmosphere. Domeykite's, however, would be like a neon light in a pitch-black room... a disadvantage that might, when Domey won, make him feel more accomplished? However, the streets would make the younger Negaverser feel like he had more of a chance going in...
"Let's go to the park," said Spinel. "My outfit is harder to ignore, but there's a fair going on there and it shouldn't stand out so much." He wasn't throwing the game or anything. Not at all.
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 3:19 pm
"Eh... no," he replied with a small grimace. Spinel shouldn't be surprised that Domeykite found disposing of the bodies to be the least interesting part of the game. Sure, he could make a game out of creative ways to hide the bodies, but that only lasted so long. He had to drag them, shove them in a ditch, cover them up, and it just took too much time. Domeykite had better things to do than take care of all the bodies he dropped (though he did take care of them, no matter how much he did not want to). There were video games to play, school work to pretend to do to appease his mother. Six bodies in a night... would be a lot to handle, even for the two of them. "Fine, you win on this one."
There was a fair? Domeykite was not aware of this, and by the sounds of it was some old-fashioned Renaissance thing. Domeykite had been to one before, and it had been fun... but right now, as they were, Domeykite would stick out like a sore thumb. Spinel would stick out like an even more sore thumb if they tried to take people from the empty streets.
Something about this was... just challenging enough to have Domeykite hooked. With a wicked grin he reached out to tug on the sleeve of Spinel's outfit... thing, bell-attire creation. Yeah, whatever the hell the other teenager was wearing. "Okay, I can play in the fair. But the question is, how to single an individual out and get them away from prying eyes..." He was musing aloud to himself, because like hell he'd share techniques with Spinel when they were playing a game. Maybe afterward, he would, but definitely not during their play.
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