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 Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 8:37 am
The feel of corruption was like a beacon: strong enough, teasing against the edges of his senses, that Ilmenite hesitated with one foot up on the ledge of the building, not quite moving on to the next one. It rang familiar and gave him pause in his trek across the rooftops.
During the day, he took the subway, the best way of moving around the city. At night, however, switching into uniform was much easier. In the dark, prying eyes were less likely to catch the shape and call the police, and the quick path from one building to the next was not only easy, but relaxing. It was a weird life that he could think that.
But now he was paused, frowning a little. It was strong enough that maybe it was two captains, or a few lower-level officers working in tandem -- except, honestly, how often did they actually do that? Realistically, he thought, head tipped to the side, it was more likely to be one higher level Negaverse agent, and it definitely said something that his immediate reaction was...
"Zink..." He was quiet, uncertain for a moment, shifting where he stood -- and then he gave in, hopping down the fire escape to hunt down its source.
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 5:27 pm
Wolframite was probably a peculiar signature considering his most recent promotion, and while he enjoyed the new rank, nothing felt as if it had changed. Still bitter over the recent defeat against the BMC, the general had found a civilian to alleviate some of his woes upon.
Overlooking the pier, Wolframite sat on a park bench beside a slumped over hobo. He had just hoped a great distance on his patrol and was taking a breather, drinking some apple juice from a bottle he bought from a nearby vending machine courtesy of the pocket change the bum beside him had on him. Sometimes staring out into the water was soothing, and he could at least be glad it was vacant, quiet, and warm outside. He dreaded fall and winter which was sure to turn the corner any day now.
It was then he felt a signature move his way, and not a hostile one. Turning to look behind the bench, he tried to make the approaching officer. He wasn't sure if they were coming from the roofs or the nearby alleyways.
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 7:26 pm
Closer and closer, and it would become more apparent that it was coming from above -- one of the nearby rooftops, thought which wasn't as clear. Ilmenite himself stayed mostly behind the ledge, concrete and steel shielding him from view as he squinted down toward the figures.
It only took him about twenty seconds to determine two very important facts. The first was that, certainly, there was one officer down there, and it had to be a general. He thought it had to be a general, even if things were a bit fuzzy. The second thing, as important as the first to Ilmenite, was that the young man wasn't Zink.
Not sure if that was a relief or a disappointment, he straightened from behind the ledge to frown down at the young man, no longer hiding from view. Green and gold marked him clearly, his hair very bright in the dark, and perhaps Wolframite would recognize him -- even if Ilmenite didn't recognize the dark-clad young man below just yet.
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 7:51 pm
Wolframite continued to sip his juice, watching as the figure hoped down from a roof and started to walk to him. If anyone gave him any lip about resting, he was going to shove a heel in their face and grind their skull into face pulp. As it was, he watched to see exactly who it was. There were still plenty of fresh faces he didn't know in the Negaverse, but the important thing that this was a fellow officer, and that said officer didn't seem to be his superior. Which meant he didn't have to get up.
When he noticed the uniform and white hair, Wolframite sighed. "We have company, Derrik." The general said, nudging the slumped bum whose face was hidden in the high collar of his ratty jacket and the pulled down beni over his head. Long, peppered hair in mangled clumps covered the rest of the man's haggard features.
Turning, Wolframite resumed watching the river. "What are you up to?" He called out, not tuning to speak.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 4:59 pm
Still no recognition, until he spoke -- and then Ilmenite made a noise, drawing to a halt and not coming any closer. He was still frowning, nothing like his usual expression. It was steady and serious, considering, a counter to his deliberately casual posture and the hands shoved down into the pockets of his pants. He studied Wolframite, picking out the differences and slowly processing the promotion.
He wasn't terribly fond of that.
"I thought you were someone else." Someone he liked, obviously, judging from the disapproval and perhaps disappointment in his tone of voice. Maybe he should have been relieved, after how awkward his last run-in with Zink had been. The fact that he wasn't made his stomach churn a bit.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 5:29 pm
He picked up the one tone. Wolframite shared the displeasure in the newly arrived company, having hoped it was one of the few officers he preferred to talk to. Ilmenite certainly didn't come to that small group, and from their encounters of the boy judging his stability to being a poor player in the recent BMC trap, he wasn't finding that testing his tolerance to be on his list today.
"Don't skip for joy in finding me. Seems in poor taste for you to be upset to see another officer, especially your superior." Oh yeah, he was going to pull out that card quick with this one. "You rushed all this way to see ...who?" He turned, resting his elbow against the back of the bench to look up at the other. Surely he could read energy signatures, but then, Wolframite only knew Ilmentite from one person who could tolerate him. "Zink?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 8:48 pm
"Rushed?" Ilmenite snorted and looked away -- and it wasn't terribly obvious that he was circling around that question, failing to answer, but he also didn't hide it as well as he thought, either. Instead he shrugged, taking in the slumped figure nearby and looking very much like he was ready to leave. Superior officer indeed; the chain of command wasn't something that had much of an effect on Ilmenite.
"I hardly rushed. Came over to investigate. I can just get out of your hair if you'd rather, though." Except the 'if you'd rather' was dry, not deferential, and he was already taking a step back as he said it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 3:32 pm
He heard the movement of the other officer already making his departure and thought a moment before his expression went flat. "Back in the BMC battle..." He started, his tone serious and level. "....your actions caused me Sailor Gunn. Do you understand that?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 7:15 pm
Ever'd been beating himself up since it happened -- had been lurking and sulking. His eye was still bruised, and so was the other one, now. Lack of sleep did that, washing him out and leaving him grey around the edges.
Oddly, though, hearing it out of Wolfy's mouth was a different story. It raised his hackles, made him clench his jaw, affecting a mild expression on top of it. A raised eyebrow. A mocking edge to his tone. "Care to specify which actions you mean, exactly?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 7:20 pm
Such a tone. He didn't like that. "Oh. Sorry. I mean lack of action. You were supposed to act as worthless and powerless as a civilian. At some point, you should have known when to break out of that charade and to actually defend yourself to some degree. I didn't expect that you would play such a performance all the way through." He glared at the water, thinking once again of that time where he had Gunn in his grasp and how he had to trade it for an officer who didn't even respect his superiors.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 9:05 am
"Wait, you were there?" How was that for sarcasm? Indifference toward rank? To be fair, though, when had Wolfy ever done anything to prove himself to Ilmenite, or to establish his rank among anyone else? Last time Ilmenite had seen him, they'd definitely been equals, and a costume change wasn't necessarily enough to change his line of thinking.
"Wow. I didn't even notice." He played innocent, blinking widely at the other man. "Were you helping when I was surrounded by senshi? Because I felt pretty on my own..."
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 3:25 pm
He rose up, turning on a dime as he stepped over the bench and landed before the other officer. "Your rather cocky for someone who hasn't been here half as long as I have and hasn't shown anything in your small time here. You damn well know I was there, but when you agreed to play that role, you should have also know full well the danger and to actually fight back. What i saw back there was you allowing yourself to be captured. I wasn't signing up to take down every senshi in the place, and you should have realized the situation was getting sticky just by sheer volume." He was frustrated not only at Zinkenite, but this officer as well. If was his life they had to trade Gunn's force and he personally didn't see why they had bothered to trade for Ilmenite.
"You could have gotten captured if we didn't have a bargaining chip. A high costing one at that." He turned and stepped away, only because looking at Ilmentite wanted to make him punch that face.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 6:45 am
For another very long moment, Ilmenite was silent; inwardly bristling, outwardly struggling [and only mostly managing] to cover up his frustration. "Did you, then? Fight back? Again, I ask only because I didn't see you by my ******** side, 'General.'"
He rolled his shoulders and drew in a breath. Odd, Ilmenite had no desire to punch Wolfy in the face. He was just tense enough to leave his back hurting, and he rolled his shoulders to try to work it out, taking a step back. He wanted out of this conversation. Didn't want to deal with this, or justify himself.
"I just saw me and two senshi, which is one more than I could really handle by myself." Another step, rooting around in his pocket for his cigarettes, and Ilmenite shook his head. "And then the third one who was...not invisible, but...."
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 1:08 pm
Wolframite's anger was not misplaced, though he did break it off in chunks to distribute among many, including himself. The mention of that invisible senshi flickered a deep hatred in his eyes, and he kicked the back of the bench which, due to being out by the river and it's elements, jumped up from it's worn bolts before flopping back down due to the weight of the man sitting on it. "I hate that damn invisible senshi." He admitted, looking as if he could just strangle the senshi in question with his bare hands. Her power had been the one that had gotten him captured and had been a large grievance. That was another one on his long list of senshi to murder with pleasure.
Would he say he was sorry to Ilmentite for being frustrated - Hell no. The boy bothered him enough and he wasn't about to say he wasn't responsible for his own well-being. "No, Ilmentite. I was fighting the senshi that were surrounding me. Hard to run to your rescue when I was rather occupied myself." He had made it there, but not in time. "That plan of his failed miserably." He had her. He had Gunn right in his damn hands and then had to give her up. He hated that. It burned in him how much he had wanted to kill that senshi. "I was so close to having Gunn too." He stepped away, knowing that in these states, he was likely to lash out at anyone, and Ilmentite just had that mouth that made you want to tear off his face.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 8:05 pm
Finally, miracle of miracles, they agreed on something. Not on Zink's failed plan -- any comment against Zink made Ilmenite twitch, whether it was fair or not, made him tense just a notch in preparation. On Birhan, though...there they could reach some kind of understanding. He went quiet, watching the brief temper tantrum without commending, his eyes tracking the path of the bench and settling on the strange man perched there. Listening. He probably should watch his mouth, who knew, but...
"...we're going to ******** with Birhan a bit." Let Wolfy consider it a peace offering, something he could take or leave as he desired. Ilmenite shifted a little bit where he stood.
"Not just jump her, but, you know, piss on her territory a bit." Ilmenite meant figuratively, but thinking on it now...literally could have some hilarious possibilites too. He'd think on that for later. He suspected Alunite wouldn't be down. "Make a scene. Make a mess. Make her look incompetent. Should be a worthwhile endeavor. Then we can pick a real fight..."
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