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 Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 12:23 pm
Abel padded into the building. It was a good candidate: not too shabby, not too exorbitant. It was partially vacated, the top floor still had a few offices that hadn't cleared out yet-- the deadline wasn't for another two weeks. He took to the stairs, not yet transforming into his human visage. As tempting as it was, he had to be patient. It would not do him any good for the Negaverse agents or Youma to find him sooner than he wanted to be found.
He looked a bit silly, with his cravat. It was as poofy as ever, and it got in the way, occasionally, as he trudged up stairs. These alawys seemed significantly larger when he was in his furrier shape. No matter. He had scouted this place out for the fire escape out back-- perfect for a (not so) dainty feline to clamor down to make their escape.
Okay. Deep breaths, Abel. The guardian cat let him turn into his human form, counting down to himself. If it took them more than five minutes to show, then this was barely going to be a party at all.
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Gabe was on his way to his favourite internet cafe, when his newfound 'spidey senses' tingled. He didn't follow them most of the time, because generally, by the time he got there the senshi or whatever already was long gone, captured by people who didn't have a raid time every week to adhere to across two or three games.
But this time, the energy signature was so close. And raid wasn't till late that night, and his Dark Poeta run wasn't till tomorrow.
Maybe it was time to actually, you know...Investigate. He took off in the direction of the energy, using his newfound jumping skills (thank God for Lina!) to gaily leap about the alleys. It was a good thing his bottle wasn't out because it woulda ripped his arm off by now! Barging into the scene, Gabe took the stairs in he abandoned office building two at a time, hoping to find...something. But by the time he got there, all he saw was a black tail disappearing out of the corner of his eye.
With another leap, Lieutenant Graphite took after his prey.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 11:25 pm
Graphite wasn't alone in patrolling this area; in fact, Spinel was marveling over how much more responsive his body seemed when he was in his Negaverse body. He wondered how much better his tai chi would be if he practiced it while he was powered up; then he wondered if that would even work. There seemed to be a slight difference in personality between his human self and his self when he was Spinel. Nowhere near split personalities, but Spinel seemed more likely than Paul to initiate mass-murder.
You know, in Spinel's opinion.
A surge of energy drew him to a full stop, and he turned to look towards the source. Who knew? It might be something interesting, something to write about. He grinned and headed off towards it: The plan was, investigate and if possible, catch whatever it was. He found it led to an office building--sort of middling quality, and clearly empty. Well... This was interesting. The dark-haired senshi could hear two sets of feet going up the stairs, and so he followed.
He came upon a red-haired Lieutenant first. "Evening," he said, grinning still. "What're we after?"
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 6:59 pm
Abel panted, dashing as fast as his little legs would take him. This almost always ended a bit too close, but it would put another place on 'the radar' as it were, and if that's what it took to keep them away from his Pasha then so be it. It was something he was willing to risk: especially since he could outrun most anything.
Gabe was clumsily laying chase (man, was he EVER out of shape! Funny, that, being a video game nerd) to the black cat. He figured it was probably important, cos as soon as it had appeared the energy had disappeared. Weirdness.
And then there was someone else around-- something kinda dark and kinda strange...He'd felt it before, a few times, but only really at meetings. Gabriel O'Leary was not the brightest of boys, so he didn't really attach the fact to that it was the lifeforce of a corrupted senshi. He did, however, realize it was dark-- it was hard to miss. Dark generally meant "on his side." The power of the transitive property!
Gabe waved, blinking. This dark-energy-thing (dark matter? dark nova? whatever!) emitting boy wasn't half bad looking. Covered from head to toe in black and green and more green, a strange bandolier strapped to his chest, it was unusual. But, being in the Negaverse, he'd certainly seen weirder.
The redheaded punk laid a kick to the nearest window, steel toe boots cracking it. "Heya! Some sorta somethin. There was biggg energy," he gesticulated his hands, all while kicking the glass a few more times, the glass crunching under his feet as he walked over, trying to get through the hole he'd made without slicing himself.
"I dunno. It just disappeared, but I saw that lil furry thing head out thataway, the only thing that was around when the energy went kaput." Graphite pointed towards the fire escape-- and, with little hesitation, jumped so that he landed on the metal grating. "You comin, gorgeous?"
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 7:37 pm
The senshi kept pace much more easily; he had an hour of exercise per day, at least, and that made sure he was fit enough. This didn't mean he exactly helped the Lieutenant with the window; instead, he stood well back, and as the glass crackled he frowned and suggested, "Perhaps we could just--." The window cracked open, the redhead's boot going straight through it. "Or, yes, that suits fine."
Spinel followed the officer through the window, a great deal more nimbly because he bothered to open it. "Why not," he said, brightly, as he launched himself down the stairs; "Perhaps, too, it would interest you that my name is Spinel, not 'gorgeous'." He did not have time to be flattered. And hopefully this stranger Lieutenant did not step on his ponytail--he'd had that experience twice now, and didn't exactly appreciate it. "It's one of those guardian cats, do you think?"
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 9:04 pm
Gabe huffed and puffed a little, wheezing. Maybe he should cut down on smoking. "Just what?" He looked at the black haired guy, shrugging. "Suits fine? Whatevs, man. s**t's gotta get broken if I wanna get out, we don't fit through...whatever he went through."
A cheeky grin as he stood up, brushing shards off of him. "Spinel, huh?" He gave the dark matter boy a look over even as he loudly clanged down the stairs. "Nah, Spinel. Imma stick with gorgeous." He laughed, taking the steps two at a time, keeping his green eyes trained on the flickering black tail always almost out of sight. "I'm Lt. Graphite. And possibly. Did you feel it? It was...big. Felt big. Swelling, kinda." He beckoned for Spinel to follow, pointing at the cat's ever retreating figure. He was getting further and further away.
Abel could hear the redhead from far, far away. Taking a short cut, he took a risk and jumped off from near the bottom of the fire escape, desperately hoping to make the top of a dumpster. He barely did, front claws digging in. He grunted, attempting to get his body up to the rest of it. So close! Just had to disappear!
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 10:28 pm
He followed Lieutenant Graphite down the stairs, iron clattering loudly against--against--well, the side of the building, Graphite's steel-toed boots, and of course Spinel was jingling like Santa's sleigh. Not from the bandolier, but from the bells on his sleeves and his toes. (He was not exactly meant to be a stealth operative.)
The decision to continue to address him as 'gorgeous' would be addressed later, he decided.
"That would be why I'm here," said Spinel; he watched the cat's rather bushy tail disappear around... something. Was that the bottom of the stairs or a dumpster lid? He hoped for the latter, since that meant the cat would be trapped. A trapped cat was one that could be brought to the Negaverse superiors. And that would be pretty impressive, wouldn't it?
They hit the ground, the two Negaversers, but the cat was nowhere to be found--not like Spinel went dumpster diving to find out--and the alleyway in which they found themselves was pretty deserted. "Damn," said Spinel finally--Graphite would not appreciate how rare it was for the dark-haired senshi to ever even think a curse word--"Just, damn."
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 8:34 am
They made quite a pair, the two of them. "Are you...jingling, gorgeous?" He looked back at Spinel, snickering a little. He noticed the little bells, then, unable to hide his grin. "Bells. Seriously?" Whatever. He'd seen weirder stuff in the land of the Negaverse, he supposed. Mirrors and stuffed animals and weddings between the dark bride and the dark groom. He snapped out of his brief distraction-- damn dark-thingy-of-energy and the words and the stuff...
The cat was gone. Cursing, Graphite stomped around, poking around the alley as best he could. The dark thing was so close! SO CLOSE! He would have had something to show besides a measly assortment of Starseeds that he essentially took from people like candy from a babe. A cat would've been a real accomplishment, something to set him apart from the other Lieutenants. Before, he hadn't been all that into the Negaverse, not that he'd have said it to a soul. It was more like he got off to a rocky, slow start and was a bit of a late bloomer.
Well, whatever. "********." He kicked the side of a dumpster with his boots, grumping to himself as the loud clanging resounded through the alley. "We make more sound than a party of small screaming children. We should peace, as this goddamn cat is gone." The redhead looked a bit put off, and there was a sour down-turned twist to his mouth. He powered down, shifting back from his Negaverse form to his civilian outfit...Which meant to loose, torn jeans, steel toed boots, and an obnoxious studded vest.
Grabbing at Spinel, he pulled on the slim boy's arm, tugging him back towards the building's ground entrance. "Get outta your super duper special form and come with me. I'm hungry as ********."
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 10:05 am
Spinel crossed his arms over his chest, frowning at the dumpster as if it had done something to personally offend him. They'd been so close, too! It was ridiculous, and very, very disappointing. But, well, they would have another chance. Hopefully. He looked up towards the roof, looking for a tail or some kind of hint of cat, but... nothing.
With a sigh, he watched the red-haired Lieutenant stomp around. It seemed like there was a lot of variation in Negaverse uniforms--similar to the variety in senshi, he supposed. He'd seen a few senshi, but had never really stayed around them long. They usually caught on that he was there soon after coming near him. It was, he supposed, the aura.
"Forgive me," he said to Graphite, his eyebrows inching up a bit on his forehead. He had thought about it, and decided it was far too much trouble to remove the bells every time. And the whole... aura ordeal meant stealth was just about useless anyway. He stretched and then the civilian form of Lieutenant Graphite grabbed his arm, yanking; a bit surprised, Spinel stumbled a few steps after him. As they neared the street, he dropped the transformation; Paul's hair was much shorter in this form, and as he always did he touched the place in his chest where the hole appeared as a senshi. Nothing, and he let out a sigh of relief.
He was much quieter than... Graphite... as they walked down the street; Paul wore keds, sensible gray jeans, and a black turtleneck. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, a little incredulously. "Are we going anywhere in particular?"
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 3:26 pm
He could have tasted it...Ugh. Best to put it out of mind. And the best way to put it outta mind would be to split and possibly acquire some alcohol.
"I supppose I can." He snorted before grinning roguishly. Or what Gabriel assumed was roguish, and it was really more just naughty and a bit strange. Gabe's appearance in human form wasn't all too different-- all the piercings stayed, yadda yadda. He watched with a surprisingly quiet look as Paul investigated his former holey-area.
"Yeahhhh-hi. I'm Gabe." The teen had slurred his words together, eying Paul and sizing him up. He shook Paul's hand with remarkable vigor. "Yeah I dunno. Was thinkin bout, uh, pizza or somethin. Or if that ain't classy enough for you we can go get sammiches." His stomach grumbled in protest.
He happily walked alongside Paul, unable to sit still even while in movement. Every few seconds he danced around a crack in the pavement, fiddled with his phone or his vest, mussing his hair and smoothing it. He was more full of jitters in his unpowered form, less smooth. Not to say his Negaverse shape was smooth, just that Gabriel O'Leary was...well. Sort of a social retard, and was loud in an attempt to hide it.
Green eyes turned to Paul. "I gotta raid to be to in a few hours, but got nothin' to do till then." A shrug.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 3:30 pm
It was his luck to end up working with a smartass, wasn't it. He sighed quietly--his shoulders lifted and dropped back, just about the only outer sign of mild exasperation. But he wasn't going to outright destroy a chance at a relationship, and there was something a little endearing about an underaged boy clearly trying to act older than he was. Well, Gabe was succeeding; he acted very much like some of the aspiring frat boys at Sovereign.
Sigh.
"Paul Wyndham." They shook hands, and then they proceeded down the sidewalk. The younger Negaverser seemed rather... nervous. Was he jonesing or something? The outfit seemed to suggest it, but then, people weren't always as they seemed. "Pizza would be fine. I think there's a diner about a block away, though."
What was a raid? Was it something of the Negaverse? "A what?"
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