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 Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 10:01 pm
Zinkenite paused in the dark mouth of the alley he had slipped into to avoid what he had thought was a patrol to enforce curfew. He had been wrong, it had just been a beat cop making his rounds. While wary, the man in blue had slipped by with only a passing glance, and the hiding place he and his current companion had taken up behind the large green rubbish bin had proved sufficient cover.
He glanced back at her, all tans and browns, it made good over to be so neutrally clad, his own bright blue trim would have been the most notable had the man looked much closer.
She'd approached him as the large meeting broke up, asked to patrol together and tonight had been what they chose.
He was bone tired to be honest, his shoulders felt like they were saddled with lead weights, and his feet felt like they were sinking in quick sand, never mind how sluggish his mind felt when he tried to work out problems. Still, so far no one had complained to him about it so he was praying he was just oversensitive and overtired. Tomorrow was another day...hospital visits and reading would be done on schedule. Tonight was for patrolling, with Fayalite no less. Her lantern may not have been the most intimidating weapon, but neither was his slingshot.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 10:25 pm
She had slipped him her number right after the last negaverse meeting, she was intent on following their queens orders but thought it best to not do them alone. She chose a few random negaverse lieutenants, and gave them her number. Zink, was one of the few. The first person that came to mind to patrol with was moonstone, but...after some calling to her cellphone she discovered that she too had fallen to whatever plagued their city. She needed to make her own visit to the hospital as well- just to check up on her fallen comrade. She might bring the girl some flowers too.
She had called Zink the other day, scheduling a time they both could make it to patrol. Thing is, the city is INSANELY boring at the moment so the only real thing they needed to watch out for was low flying police cars and SWAT units. Not too hard, right?
"Fricken city is a maze of blue uniforms and gun holsters." She mumbled out loud to no one in particular; she was not far behind the short blue haired lieutenant. "While this is great for quiet time- it sucks for star seed collecting." She also mumbled. bitchbitchbitch. She chose that moment to randomly pull her lantern out of the void. Mumbling a curse word- she blew out the small flame that was within it. "Rather not be a beacon saying "HEY COPPERS UNATTENDED CHILDREN RIGHT HERE." He probably couldn't see her, but she was rolling her eyes.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 10:32 pm
He cautiously peered out the mouth of the alley and pulled back and then beaconed her out with a nod of his head. "Safe...at least for a few." He murmured taking another peek around, his bright blue eyes darting one way than the other.
"I wonder if this is easier for the older Lieutenants..." he hissed with a curl of his lip in irritation. He understood the panic to be honest, he was also amazed that the world hadn't reacted this way earlier when the Negaverse first started striking out to gain resources to fight the senshi. But they were here now and they would just have to work around as they could.
He summoned his slingshot as she did her lantern and moved out onto the sidewalks to continue searching, surely there had to be someone else out past the curfew. "Even the typical boozer parties are getting harder to find, I thought nothing would stop those." he grumbled thinking of all his careful notes on the subjects.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 10:45 pm
"Doubt it." She walked up to stand next to Zink as she too peered around to make sure it was clear. "Doubt even the longest running lieutenants are having a easier job. We are just a bunch of kids with toy weapons whom can just happen to steal souls." She shrugged. She enjoyed her job- but when it came down to it that WAS what they were.
She crossed the street next and bowed down another alleyway. "Only reason the boozer parties have stopped is everyone fled the city with their tails between their legs howling for their bitches." She paused. "And those that didn't leave well... we are picking off one by one. Though crashing a party sounds fun." She remembered back to the rave that was crashed by the giant youma. That was a fun time. "If we could manage to find one in this ghost town."
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 10:49 pm
He sighed in irritation and shook his head eyeing the closed curtains and dimmed lights that he could see as far as nearby 'selections'.
"Shame almost that breaking and entering would be such a bother, I know it's been -done- mind you but until I am proof positive that we can't be tracked by fingerprints, I'd rather not take that level of risk."
He sighed and glanced back to look her over again, why were they always taller than him anyhow?
"Maybe we'll get lucky." he said with a shrug that said he very much doubted it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 4:48 pm
Snorting once she stopped to look at Zink. Shifting her lantern so she was holding it with one hand she used her free hand and raised it in his direction. Fayalite turned her palm towards him and moved her fingers. "That, is precisely why i am glad to have gloves." She was lucky to have gotten a semi decent uniform, or so she thought anyways. He was lucky to get a good one too- all he needed was some gloves. "Ask for some? I dont know how that works." She didn't know if you could request what your uniform ended up being.
Probably not.
She stopped in her tracks again and placed her back on a wall. "We need to plan this. Wandering around wont get us anywhere. Is their a particular direction you wanted to check? We can check different area's during different days."
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 4:54 pm
"I'm not sure that 'requests' work unfortunately... I'm not even sure of the logic behind some of the 'Uniforms' I saw at that meeting." He mused and as she stopped fished into his pocket and pulled out some sheets of paper with odd notations including arrows on it.
"Recently this area has been heavy hit by a few of our fellow negaverse agents. There were 2 fights with senshi one block over and one in a 3 block direction that way, that puts us in a radius where we should -hopefully- see civilians, since senshi seem to target them to guard, or, we might catch ourself a senshi. If we catch the latter we get to hope I have information on them, if not we assess and take the situation from there. Does that sound alright for planning?" He asked and put the notes back into his pocket.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 6:06 pm
"some of them looked like senshi at the meeting. And no..i dont mean the actual corrupted senshi." She recalled a few of her peers with bright colors, and in general a 'senshi' feel. While she knew they wouldn't be summoned if not negaverse... it still made her bristle.
Fayalite eyed the book curiously- not able to make left from right with the notes she saw. She made a low whistle. "You got a brain under that blue hair, don't you?" She smirked. Though was this comment meant to be a compliment, or a insult? That was up to Zink to determine.
"So in other words- this is the best place to be due to statistics." She pushed herself off the building and continued the walk. "Well then, we might want to find this herd of roaming sheep."
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 6:14 pm
"Statistics are far too easy to 'fudge'" he said shaking his head with only an arched eyebrow at the comment about his hair... what, blue was the new 'blond' now?
"This is only my own list or events, so it is incomplete but should hopefully be accurate enough that it increases our likely hood of something turning up tonight. Though had I remembered to note that you wear gloves I might have picked another location and risked one I've noted as a good break in target... bad neighborhood, low interest to his neighbors, a handful of friends but also a tendency to drink and get into trouble, it would be reasonable enough for him to find himself in trouble..."
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 4:10 am
Clip clop Clip clop Clip clop.
For the two lieutenants, the night was as quiet as the city could be: a siren wailed in the distance, competing against the sleep-interrupting din of a tripped burglar alarm. The electricity of the street lamps flickered, then dimmed as a patrol cruiser slinked by in an unmarked car -- or was it the predatory prowl of a looter, playing the act of an under cover cop in order to move about the city undetected?
Clip clop Clip clop Clip clop.
There were few homeless left on the streets. The Negaverse was doing some of the city's lobbyist's work for them, moving them away from "their" parks and streets to somewhere else, anywhere else that wasn't their backyard. It didn't matter to them that the unlucky were murdered in the dead of the night, their souls forfeit and sacrificed to a war that few could witness with their own eyes. The rats didn't mind this -- to them, the feasts within the dumpsters was ripe for the picking, leftover meals from those who dared ventured from their homes to restaurants only to lose their appetite. The lieutenants could probably hear their skittering as they moved about. But chances were, the Negaverse agents had something else on their minds entirely: their next meal.
CLIP clop CLIP clop CLIP clop.
No horse-drawn carriages or buggies would be about this late at night. Lieutenant Zinkenite might recognize the sound, even if it was a drastic variation of the lighter, more precise steps of his Captain or fellow Lt. Paragonite. Lieutenant Fayalite might recognize the sound from the lingering echos of Crystal Academy. Either way, there were footsteps coming, and it wasn't from either of them.
CLIPclopCLIPclopCLIPclop.
These were the hurried steps of the unstealthy, the quick gait of someone on a Mission. This was the footfall of one Sailor Shoemaker. She wasn't out to do some Good. Nor was she out to protect the weak, or any ridiculous assumption like that. She was on the biggest Mission of her life. It all came down to this:
She was out to get her boyfriend back from that f'ing slut. How DARE he look at her! How DARE he turn down HER over FACEBOOK for HER who doesn't even have a proper PICTURE or ANYTHING on Facebook and oh my god did you see her hair?! It wasn't anything like Sailor Showmaker's. Sure, whenever she became the whatever warrior princess chick her hair looked so weird. Of course she spent an hour fixing it! Doesn't it, like, look so much better now? She prided herself on the amount of hairspray involved in the process of making her hair look as stellar as it was.
The lieutenants would get a very good look at her soon. She was about to round the corner and come into their view across the street any minute now.
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