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 Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 12:24 pm
He was starting to feel sick. Not just sick from being underfed, thirsting, and bruised all over, but just overall sick. For the past hour, he had been shifting in his seat, trying to keep his legs from going too numb and stopping the pain of lacking circulation. Every once in a while, he would shift in his seat, trying to alleviate the pain rising from his tailbone up his aching back, and then slump again, tired from such an minor exercise. As for being sick, his stomach was eating itself. Had been eating itself for some time, and while he wasn’t one that needed a lot to eat, he was curling more and more from the pain. For the past few days….weeks………whatever it had been, he could manage, but being tired and just far past done with everything that had been happening, he was starting to feel like throwing up from just having nothing in his stomach.
For now, he was just waiting for whatever meager rations might be given today or tonight or whatever time of hell it was here. When he heard the door creak, he had the faintest glimmer of hope he would be getting something to eat which would then let him be able to sleep a little better – which wasn’t saying much.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:40 pm
Lyra's assignment, her job, tonight was not watching the captain she was used to seeing... the one she was assigned to. No this time it was someone else, someone she had yet to meet. Someone whom she had only heard of in conversation and description.
Wolframite.
The eye patched captain... with bows. Somehow, she found it hard to keep a serious mind about the man with the fact he HAD bows. She would then remember that every single senshi had, or once had, a bow or some sort of ribbon on them somewhere... and that would cause her to become serious again.
Walking into the room, she was whom came to greet the man. No food... no water. Though if she really wanted to be cruel, she would have brought something to eat for herself.
Nope... Just sailor Lyra here in her red headed glory. "You look like hell, Wolframite." She said pointing out the obvious as she settled in to do guard duty.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 11:57 am
It was disappointing to see someone without a tray, and another stranger. Another someone with something to prove and a grievance against him, be it with just him or the Negaverse as a whole. It all came down to what she wanted to do, how aggressive she could be, and how insane she was. Having had a range of interrogators, some using words and most using fists or some manner of violence, he was preparing himself.
While being cocky wasn’t in his nature, talking, even with a senshi, was talking. You started to hate the silence that was occasionally interrupted by screams, and while he had little to say to any senshi, if it kept them from fighting, he would do so. “It’s the lighting.” He responded, his voice raw, causing him to cough a few times to clear his thickness in his throat.
He never saw this senshi before, and watched her, wondering if he just forgot who she was at some random encounter or if she was just someone who wanted to punch something for a few minutes. His one good eye was trained on her as she moved in. “Who are you?”
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:40 pm
"I very much doubt it is only just the lighting, Wolf." She said shortly using a abbreviation of his name. Her words were crisp and quick as she moved around skirting the edge where he was held, making sure to keep a good 5 feet diameter while doing so. She did not want to be anywhere near the captain, near his taint...
Once around, she settled herself into a near by chair... tucking her legs into her chest and wrapping her arms around them. Odd for a senshi, no? "I am your guard duty." No name was given, no real answer... was she angry at him? Not really, she was just doing her job and chose to not give any more details than that.
Though she would make idle conversation... "... So, Wolframite... because i am curious.
"What happened to your eye?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 10:36 am
It was one thing that bothered him about having a shorten name. Wolfy was for his friends, his comrades, and had been used too often by the senshi here that it just ruined it's meaning. He didn't tolerate pet names unless he was friends with the person, and he was by no means friends with this nameless bodyguard. He would have said something if it wasn't for the fact that he awkward way of sitting showed off a little too much from her skirts (WHAT A IMPROPER WAY FOR A LADY TO SIT!), and caused him to look away. It was a good thing he looked sickly and pale already to prevent any coloring in his face.
It also kept him from going downright red with anger or pale with memory when his eye was mentioned. Constantly, it was the first thing most of the senshi noticed. They moved his eyepatch constantly, tapped the fake eye to insure it wasn't part youma, and had a good laugh at it. In all honesty, he thought word would have traveled as to HOW he lost it, but it seemed Castor hadn't been the bragging type. Strange, because Wolframite thought he would be.
"Casualty of war." He explained simply, glancing with his one good eye at her. He didn't like talking about his eye. It hadn't been so much than a few months and he still woke up sometimes thinking it was there. That he had two working eyes and expecting a real one to blink back at him in the mirror instead of the fake prosthetic. "Anything else your curious about?" His voice was a little more bitter than it needed to be, and he tried to tone it back down.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 10:59 am
It was kind of hard not to notice his eye first thing, being as when he was looking right at you.. you tend to notice that something was wrong with it. She was part of the IT, but she also wanted to hear from HIM what happened to it. Why it was removed... if it would somehow ever right itself, the way tanzanites arm had.
Releasing her legs she soon crossed them, so she could sit indian-style on the creaky chair. She had not meant to 'flash' the captain in the first place, but awkwardly enough she picked up on the signs of discomfort... and righted the situation.
"Casualty of war or not, or hell... even if you just stumbled and fell on something pointy..." She trailed off for a moment, eyebrows drawn together... staring curiously at the captain. He seemed to be willing to talk, oddly enough. "I am sorry for your loss, Wolframite." Was she feeling pity on him? Or was she just trying to gain his trust... maybe she genuinely felt sorry for him. Who knows. "Cant imagine really going through life like i have a hand covering one of my eyes." Lyra sometimes forgot how this life was, how this war was so brutal. Kind of ironic being as she was a member of the blood moon court.
Scooting off the chair the senshi made a move forward to start to approach Wolframite.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 7:25 pm
The insinuation that he just stumbled like some buffoon into a pointy stick was downright insulting! Casualty of war did not translate to being dumb and clumsy, and her pity only angered him poor. "You are sorry? It's a member of your side who took it!" He glared at her, one eye black, one eye vibrant green. "I don't need you to be sorry for loosing an eye when it was lost fighting your side. I'm not here for you to look down on me." At least when the others beat him up, they hated him, seeing him as some sort of threat of the Negaverse. He didn't like it when anyone came by and thought he was some misplaced civilian in a uniform that had no place being in the war. Had he not proven himself as capable before? True, he wasn't a notable figure, but he had went on television for Pete's sakes and showed how willing he was to go to cause any damage to the senshi side as he could.
He shot his gaze away to fume at the wall to the side. "I have learned to make due without it." He had worked hard to get his aim back and could through once again without too many mistakes. He just had trouble with depth perception once in a while.
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