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 Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 9:36 pm
It had been three days without a single peep from either Demetri Wright OR Captain Scheelite. Three entire days without some crazy stunt of his, or a party, or even just a pop in to say hello. There were rumors floating around that the brightly marked Captain had fled. Fled..the Negaverse? The city? No one knew. There were even nastier rumors floating around that he had died.
Nah, the Negaverse wasn't -that- lucky.
Three days since his disappearance, the blonde Captain reappeared with a POP! as he entered the Negaverse subspace. Even while on the run he knew better than to miss a dropoff of energy, he wasn't that stupid. Still, it wasn't his main reason for coming here, and once his duty was finished he set to wandering the dark and empty halls for any living person.
Scheelite, erratic as he was, had a few traits that always stuck around. One was his constant need for attention, and three days was quite a long time to go without talking to anyone. So help him, he was going to find SOMEONE in these halls and share the cans of Rockstar he had brought with him and drown his damn sorrows away.
"Come ON. SOMEONE has to be here!"
His voice was hoarse and riddled with sorrow, something that was quite unlike the glowstick happy officer. The sounds of his steps echoed down the hallway as he continued to look. He was starting to regret that he had never wandered very far in these halls before. Really, he hadn't the slightest idea where to even -start- looking for someone.
"Come the HELL out...anyone?"
A moment followed before the pitiful end to that plea.
"...P-please?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 9:51 pm
Tanzanite practically lives in those halls those days, hiding away from the world as she recovered from the beating she'd taken during the fight with Castor. The strip of missing skin on her youma arm was healing over nicely, but the thing was still temperamental and fussy as ever. Lately, it had been behaving more like a pouting child than a servant of the Negaverse who had once eaten the face clean off a rather peaceful alien creature. Still, between the two of them they knew those halls nearly as well as Beryl herself, and the voice had drawn Tanzanite from one of the dark corridors.
“Don't beg,” she said coldly, the silence between her words filled with the click click click of her heels upon the cold stone floors, “It's not becoming of a Captain. Not even you.”
It was impossible to tell if that last was an insult or just a passing statement. Either way, the purple-haired Captain stopped to observe the enigma of a man, grey eyes looking Scheelite up and down. He'd been gone for day, without a word to his superiors, and Tanzanite had come close to taking it upon herself to hunt down the defector and haul him back to endure his punishment. The Negaverse, after all, was not something one could simply run away from. There were many ways in, through chance or connection or just simple bad luck, but only one way out.
The death of a deserter, she was certain, would be far from quick and painless.
Thus she was happy, or as happy as Tanzanite ever was, when she saw that the blonde Captain had not deserted them after all, “I thought perhaps you'd had a change of heart, Captain Scheelite. I'm glad to see I was wrong?”
The last was clearly a question, as though she still somehow doubted his loyalty.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 10:16 pm
The sound of another voice brought an exhausted smile to his lips. Finally. Others may have ran at the mere -thought- of having an encounter with Tanzanite, but Scheelite had never really been one to be afraid of those more powerful than him. Once upon a time he had been pen pals with a magician of all things, so really talking to a girl who now had a youma as an arm wasn't too far off the beaten path for things in Scheelite's book.
His cellphone had gone unanswered. Hell even his glowstick communicator had gone unanswered...surely he'd be in at least a bit of trouble for that. Yet, here he was! A little worse for wear with the general look of someone who'd been running on the streets for a little while, but otherwise unharmed.
The word heart made the grin falter, and nearly sent him into tears. Somehow the blonde managed to catch himself. If begging wasn't very becoming of a Captain, surely crying wouldn't be either.
"I came to drop off my quota for the week...I never miss that at least. But a change of h-heart?"
God damnit, a single tear managed to escape before a gloved hand flew up to rub furiously at his eyes. No, no no no no NO. He would not do this! His world was perfect god damnit! If he just kept telling himself that it'd be true...
He just really...really missed his boyfriend.
"I'd NEVER leave the Negaverse. Ever. There's no going back, not even if I wanted to...which by the way I -don't-."
Even as he spoke the words acid eyes were averted to dig through possibly the brightest backpack Tanzanite had ever had the 'pleasure' of laying her eyes on. It contained just a few things, two of which were quickly pulled out. One can of Rockstar for him, and one he offered to the other officer.
"You know, I wish I was a rockstar. Wouldn't that be awesome? A Negaverse rockstar? All the awesome in the world rolled up into one thing...it'd be great."
His hoarse voice rambled on, talking about this that and the other but in general making far less sense than Scheelite in a good mood did.
"You should try this stuff, it's so good. Cmon Tanzy, it'd make me feel better if you diiiiid...."
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 10:55 am
Tanzanite watched, and the look in her eyes was neither angry nor disgust, but... pity? She watched as the Captain's heart practically broke before her eyes, one brow arched. Tanzanite had never been a particularly emotional woman, but Scheelite's battle was one she knew all too well. She took a few steps forward, closing the space between them. Her human hand lifted, and thumb followed the trail of his single tear, and sympathy was evident in her features.
“We have chosen a difficult road, Captain Scheelite,” she began, her voice quiet and soft, a rare tone for the usually temperamental Captain, “We fight for a world that doesn't understand our cause. They don't understand that what we do, we do for them. For our planet and her people. The senshi are masters of manipulation, and in even a moment of weakness, they will slip in and make you doubt. They will make you afraid. They will dig their claws into any tiny crack in your resolve and they will make you questiont, and what could be more evil?” Tanzanite shook her head, and let her hand fall back to her side, "Than to turn you against your own liberators?"
“I know it's hard to give up so much. Your family. Your friends,” she lifted her youma arm, and gave it one quick glance, “Your life. But we fight for the liberation of our planet, and for that I would sacrifice all I have a thousand times over. We should be so lucky as to die for so righteous a cause.”
And then, the sadness and sympathy and moroseness was gone, replaced by a simple smile, “If it will make you feel better, Captain.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 10:35 pm
Scheelite had frozen as Tanzanite softly wiped the tear away. Tanzy was touching him, and it wasn't to kick his a** or feed him to her youma arm. It was to comfort. That simple action comforted him more than her words, although those were making quite the impact too.
"The Negaverse is my family."
That was the base of Scheelite's new world. The old one had been shattered beyond repair, how could he rebuild a world where his parents loved him when one was dead and the other not even speaking to him? He had always survived by imagining a perfect world and living in it so he wouldn't have to deal with what was really going on. Now, once more, he was forced to face the reality of everything around him. It scared him, and so he had run.
"I was only fifteen when I was recruited. I was a scared kid, ya know? Still am, really. I couldn't control it back then, the urge to kill. Some days I just didn't want to. I used to think that 'Scheelite' wasn't me, it was just some crazy person living in my head. Stupid, huh?"
He laughed nervously at his own foolishness. Of course there had been worse...he used to believe removing a starseed was akin to purifying someone rather than killing them. Oops.
"They'll understand someday, the world that is. I reached a point of understanding, right? So anyone can...and if they don't well then that's a shame for them now isn't it? But...while it m-might be an honor to die for our cause..."
Scheelite paused a moment, eyes averting themselves once more as he nervously chewed on his lip.
"I...d-don't want to die. I am scared of dying, and I am scared that someone else I care about is going to die...like Para, or Zee...or any of us really."
Talking about this scared him too, and as usual he ran from things that scared him.
"Here."
He pushed the spare Rockstar into her human hand, grinning just a bit.
"Try it! There's...other things I'd rather be drinking right now, but it's the best I can do. Really it's a shame we don't know any good houses to tp or something, I could really use a crazy distraction right about now. How bout you Tanzy? We could hit the town, do some crazy s**t. It might be fun!"
If it was anyone besides Scheelite it'd almost sound like a pitiful attempt at a date.
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