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 Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 3:47 pm
At least he hadn't been moping, when the summons came. At least he'd started to come out of his sulk, out of his hopelessness, enough that he'd been out of bed, had mostly been clean, and had even been dressed. Hauling on his second boot and contemplating the mess of duct tape holding them together, the costs associated with purchasing a new pair, when he'd paused. Head tilted to the side. Listening to the tug and pull and trying to decide if he could get away with ignoring it.
Not with the General-Queen, he didn't think -- and though it left a sour taste in his mouth, after a dangerously long delay he stood and changed, shifting away to Negaverse space.
Ilmenite looked dangerously flat, dark eyes sweeping around him in a circle as he straightened the lapels of his jacket. This was his panicked expression, well-covered except for the shaking of his hands. Did the Negaverse do Court Martials for officers that ******** up important anti-senshi missions? Perhaps his concern wasn't entirely unreasonable. He swallowed, eyes snapping back in search of the General-Queen.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 6:08 pm
It had to be done.
Ilmenite had never known just how close he'd come to dying those past few days, how his name had sparked a revolution within the Negaverse, and how the tides of power had turned. All because of him. Had he known, Tanzanite could not begin to imagine the responses the boy might have made. Both Ilmenite's tongue and his wit were among the sharpest the Negaverse had to offer, and the Youma Queen no longer had the imagination to think up his possible response.
Instead, she simply waited until he appeared beside her, and rested her hand gently upon his shoulder.
They stood within the Rift, as was obvious by the ruined city around them and the churning skies above. However, they were not looking down on it as Tanzanite so often did from her broken tower. They were somewhere in the middle of the ruins, their tall frames caught in the shadow of a monstrous creature.
Or what had once been a monstrous creature.
It was little more than a fossil now, a monster-shaped lump of hard black stone. Vaguely draconic in its shape, with great wings folded along its ridged back. Like most of the Greater Youma, the Fury slept soundly, as it had since the day of Serenity's attack. It loomed over them, several times as tall as either of the already quite tall officers, and Tanzanite looked upon it as one might look upon the Vietnam War Memorial.
There were no names carved in this glossy black stone, but it was nevertheless a reminder of so many lives lost.
“Magnificent, isn't it.”
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 8:10 am
There was a simple rule, when you thought you might be in trouble, or when you were waiting for the other shoe to drop: don't ask. Pretend at ignorance, because if you asked, it was like openly admitting you'd done something wrong. It was inviting trouble even if there was none, it was begging someone to latch on and demand in return 'why do you ask'?
"...am I in trouble?" Sometimes, though, you just couldn't fight the urge, or smother the words. They tumbled woodenly out of Ilmenite's mouth, his brain struggling to catch up, and remind him that if you did let slip that you thought something might be wrong, well, at least you could be wise enough not to supply exactly what you thought you'd done wrong.
"...is this about what I said in the meeting?" And sometimes you were a complete ******** idiot with black eyes locked on the looming creature in front of you, trying to ignore the black-tipped fingers curled easily around your shoulder. Sometimes your frustrated inner diplomat tossed his hands in the air and gave up on you because you were obviously too much of an idiot to keep your damned mouth shut.
He licked his lips, flicking a sideways look to Tanz's face.
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