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 Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 9:25 pm
Luke disliked this situation very very much. He never used the word 'hate'-- that word's power was too strong, in fear he had a .0000000000001% chance of actually causing their demise. Or so he said. You couldn't be really sure if he was joking, exaggerating or covering something else up. But from way he spoke, it.. might have been true. Or it might not have been.
But he was out of work for a week thanks to the damage Alkaid had thrown at him. Did he need to inform the blood moon court? Should he have? What was their policies on injuries anyways? Not that he adhered to procedures very well. He couldn't really, in bed like this. He wouldn't have, even in bed.
Which is why, when the doorbell rang, he had no way of answering it. But it had been unlocked since Eve's departure from the apartment.. Was it a serial murderer? Or was it his friend? Or was it someone else?
He really hoped it wasn't the serial murderer part. Because that wasn't on his list of life-things to try. It might be on it after Luke was gone from this world. But while he was in this world, he would have liked to refrain with making friends with a murderer who had a knife ready for him. Not that.. he hadn't been in that little knife fight situation buuuuuuuut he didn't want to be in it again at the moment.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 9:23 pm
She had finally heard through the senshi grapevine about a certain stupid cadet's rather grievous injuries. Apparently it was so bad he couldn't patrol for a week. While she could respect needing a break for the purpose of not getting injured further, when she considered who rumor said it was...
Well, could you blame her for thinking Euterpe was milking it for all he was worth?
Still, she was a girl. And she had a crush. And the object of that crush, which she would strenuously deny if asked, was hurt. That meant she was pretty much morally obligated to go see him and ask if he was okay. Just so she had a reason, she had a new assignment to give from the Blood Moon Court; and beyond that, groceries. Cereal and juice, really, since as she understood it he was very bedridden. Still, it was food.
When Kaatje knocked, she kind of expected him to answer the door. But when he didn't and the door had drifted a bit open, she resolved to go inside. Who knew what was going on in here? (That was precisely why she should have called someone to back her up. She didn't. See how well she thought things out?) Instead, she went inside, kicking the door shut behind her before stomping in the general direction of Luke's room.
"You look pathetic," was her professional opinion as she dropped the bag of groceries next to him. "Who happened to you?" There was an icy thrill of the question, had it been Tanzanite? But her expression flickered from disapproving for only a moment, and then she took out her trenchcoat and straightened the prim turtleneck.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 9:42 pm
It wasn't a serial murder! YAYYYYYY~
Kaatje's familiar red hair came into view before the girl did, Luke throwing up his hands to cheer at the unexpected visitor. But then that action tugged on the bruised skin of his back and injured spine, causing him to promptly hold out his hands halfway over his head in pain.
Frozen. Ow. Owowowowow.
Gingerly lowering it, visibly tense, he winced at the pain it took to simply lower his arms. Luke's green eyes peered over, cranking his neck, trying to see what was inside the closed grocery bag. Something colorful. Something sugary. Something awesome. "Presents? For me? You're too kind Kaatje, for once. It's not even my birthday yet!" He teased, a wide grin stretching from ear to ear. One hand shifted eagerly, finding the cold container of juice. As Kaatje took off her jacket, Luke was already sipping the beverage straight from the carton.
"Thanks for the presents and compliments by the way. Guys love it when the first thing outta your mouth is their shortcomings." He took his last sip before leaving it on the counter beside him. "A lovely lady, her hair was as beautiful as the golden sun and fiery orange eyes, decided to make me her target. My inner nature comes out-- I'm just too attractive." He held out his hands out in a cocky gesture, exaggerating the helpless motion of his hands.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 10:53 pm
It wasn't a serial killer. Arguably it might be worse, but not being a mindreader, Kaatje just quirked one finely-manicured brow at his antics. "Be more careful, if you're dead you can't fight." Seriously. Kaatje looked just about as serious as could be. It was a little bit painful to look at, really, but she brightened up at the compliment. Backhanded it might be, but all the same... she settled herself on the edge of the bed, smoothed the prim little pleated skirt.
"Yeah. To what, the Negaverse?" Kaatje made a face, grumbling. Seriously. He looked like crap. What else did he want her to say? Oh, so nice to see you? "No senshi's gonna be interested in you with your face the way it is now." But she filed away the little tidbit of blonde hair and orange eyes--which she thought was what he said. Maybe. She couldn't really tell through all the bullshit. "If your inner self is all in your face, I don't see how it's very secret."
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 4:35 pm
"I'm gorgeous to the world Kaatje. Negaverse, senshi, civilians and aliens are attracted to me. You may not see this face in all it's glory now but it'll heal and I'll be back soon enough. The future women of the world (especially nurses) are going to be glad." Luke winked at Kaatje, a clicking sound from the corner of his mouth as he gave her a thumbs up.
Of course, he'd continue rambling. And rambling.
"You're not thinking Kaatje. You gotta look at the bigger picture. This marvelous figure of awesome simply had to show itself, no matter what form I'm in. It's because of this veil of awesome that separates Euterpe and Luke. Nobody would suspect somebody of having double the amount-- they'd think I'd have a limit. That's the flaw in their thinking-- I've got enough for two people." He explained, eyes shining, looking hopefully at Kaatje. Did he expect her to agree?
Yes. Yes he did.
The pain-relief tablets had him high on crack. Extremely. (or it was the juice.)
"So, lovely lady, what are you doing here? Housecalls are nice but it's just a little out of character for you to be nice enough to give me a housecall. Wait, have you decided to take on my offer of a forbidden one-night stand?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 7:56 am
How was she supposed to deny that face. No, really, how was she? It wasn't that she was weak-minded (she was) or infatuated (this too) or just plain maternal (she was not). It was just. That hopeful look, how could she possibly bring herself to crush it? It'd be cruel to stomp all over his frail, manly delusions with reminders of all the ethics violations he was going to get in the medical field if he flirted with the nurses. No one should even mention the future lawsuits. It'd be pretty ugly. All the same, she had now realized a truth that was not exactly universal:
Luke was so cute when he was high on whatever.
"If you say awesome one more time, I'm going to beat you until you explode," she said finally, her expression nothing more than skeptical. "You'd better learn to suppress that 'awesome'--" Really, Kaatje? Air quotes? "--or you're going to go the way of all overly cocky warriors."
At the mention of the one-night stand offer, she flushed a dull red that covered even her ears. "I couldn't let you starve to death. It'd make all the times I saved your stupid, pigheaded a** even more of a waste of time than they already were." She gave him as arch a look as she could, but as to its success no one could say--her face was pretty red still. "Besides, you have a new assignment." Kaatje slid the small sheet of paper under his pillow, then laid the backs of her knuckles on his forehead for a moment.
Then she drew back as if burned, but apparently it had nothing to do with how hot he was or wasn't, because she said, "At least you don't have a fever. Did you go to the hospital."
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 12:45 pm
"No, what stands between me and all those overly cocky warriors is that I've got awesome standing in the way." He didn't think Kaatje would really hit him, in this condition because any human being with an ounce of emotion wouldn't hit him. Riiiiiight?
But apparently, that would be his last usage of the tone for the moment, grinning at the overused sentence of Kaatje's. Typical. His only value to her was that of a lackey-- A Blood Moon Court lackey in particular. A new assignment? Already? When did the organization hand out assignments? Privately, he thought, having responsibilities sucked. But Kaatje visited! Which was a highlight to the day. Another highlight? Seeing the innocent Kaatje respond in a most surprising manner to Luke's usual banter. Usual to his customers.. not so much towards Kaatje. It might soon become a part of their routine everytime they saw each other now. On Luke's side, of course.
Life was fun. Life was good! Luke's perpetual expression: :D!!
"What, my inner nature's too much for you? No worries, I've got a switch that turns it off. It's called, music and sugar deprivation. It's too bad you already got those stocked up." He reached under the pillow, not quite understanding the secrecy Kaatje was trying to put up. They were in his apartment. Did she think the negaverse planted something there? What were they, black ops?
"No hospital. They can't handle my amazing allure. What is this mission about? It's like Totally spies or something. I'd like gadgets and a cool motorcycle to ride on too, thanks."
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 1:06 am
He was ridiculous. That was all she could say, and the smile that flickered over her face was fond. Then she was back to her usual perpetual ticked eyebrow with the tiny hook down at the right corner of her mouth. Honestly, it'd come too close if he was this badly beaten. And he looked bad off--not even the "bad" she'd usually assign to a faker, but the bad she assigned to something actually... well, bad. She wanted to fuss! She wanted to mother and pet!
But she was a member of the ISS. That was a bad idea.
"No gadgets," she said firmly. "You already have a cool motorcycle, which I haven't gotten to take a ride on in weeks and if you don't fix that I'll punch you until your nose is a cavern in your face." Because that was entirely a convincing argument! "When you're better," she amended.
At the question of the mission, she'd promptly jumped to the gadgets. Now she returned to it, reluctantly. "You never know," she said, a little dully. "You were exactly whoever saved you away from becoming the next Rota, you know. That mission's important--keep it under your pillow until you're well, then bring it back to me so I can burn it."
No Negaverser could read ashes.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 1:47 pm
"I didnt know you liked my motorcycle so much. Have I converted you from your stuffy rich girl cars to the ways of the dangerous tumbled and tires? Although, I'm still waiting for the day we get hoverbikes man." Luke declared, unfolding the paper to read it. The image of awesome hoverbikes took over his brain briefly before the written words registered in his brain.
Bolded letters at the top.
He skimmed it, green eyes shifting form left to right to read the various lines on the paper. He looked up.. then he looked back down at the paper.
His reaction?
Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggh.
He handed the paper back to Kaatje, somehow now made into a paper airplane, flying straight towards Kaatje. He worked fast! (Of course he did, he needed to get rid of those low exam scores quickly back in high school!) "I've got it memorized. Missions are a booooootttthhhhherrrrrrr thouggggh." He spoke in a kid's tone, his voice dragging the syllables out and with an obvious reluctance, slumping back down on his bed. He sighed again.
Even if he healed up, it looked like there was a big mission afterwards. Did he ever get a break? No. Because Superman and Batman never got a break. Justice never did. It was only fair, by becoming a superhero, he took on the very same responsibilities.
Although Superman probably handled it a lot better with his super-everything.
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 11:58 pm
She gave him an unimpressed look. "Maybe," she said, and that was as good as a yes if he considered that with Kaatje, she generally did mean yes. At least, with Luke. Which was odd, since she always claimed not to like him. "Hoverbikes aren't going to happen in our lifetime. Not even the past had them."
The past... her homeworld of Gunn.
No, she wasn't going to think about that. She snatched the paper airplane out of the air and shredded it, shoved the pieces into a little paper bag from her purse. Did he have to act like a little kid over it? This was an important assignment, a big thing. It wasn't like she was just ******** around and giving him an assignment because it suited her. If it was something stupid, like rest up and get well, she'd expect it. As it was, she dug through the grocery bag and dropped a box of Captain Crunch on his head. "Eat, stupid. You're getting loopy. I promise, it's good for you. Captain Crunch won't bite."
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 8:48 pm
"I'm sure our past had something awesome. When we remember more, I'll be sure to tell what what was awesome on my planet. Don't be surprised if I tell you we've got dragons and unicorns and all that great musical stuff." He whistled, making a clicking sound of disappointment as Kaatje ripped up his work of art.
Not that he cared particularly for that work of art-- now his violin. That was an entirely different story-- Luke might actually get mad.
He tipped his head back, right in time for the red box of golden cereal to fall on his head. Actually, squarely between his green eyes was more like it, extracting a half-hearted sound of pain from the injured break-dancer. So much for reflexes. Ha!
Ha.. nothing.
As quickly as Luke's enthusiasm came, it fled just as fast. Silence filled the poorly decorated room, leaving only the humming of the fridge left within the apartment. Uncharacteristically, Luke's eyelids had already closed, his face pale with exhaustion. It seemed that the great show of cheerfulness and immaturity had taken it's toll on the male. The Captain Crunch box sat unsteadily on his sleeping face, tilting back and forth with his breathing. The window was left open to the late afternoon air, the breeze that ran through the room flew over Luke. Apparently, he slept better with the window open, or so he once told Kaatje.
Or perhaps, the male simply couldn't sleep in silence. Perhaps, that was the reason for his sudden fatigue. Kaatje's visit must have given him the relief of mind to sleep, judging from the dark bags under his eyes, Luke hadn't slept. He never was good with silence.
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