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 Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 4:30 pm
It was pretty far from being an ideal garage, but renting an storage unit and using it to try and tinker with the bike frame he was currently trying to salvage had been one of the most convenient options when trying to build a machine that didn't have the recognizable paint job of his Kawasaki.
It made a slightly more convenient location for meeting up with other agents of the Negaverse, if only slightly, with a folding chair stuck off to one side, and an styrofoam cup tray holding two cups of doughnut stand coffee.
Technically he hadn't bothered even to ask if the Captain drank coffee, but he'd gone with the assumption that, since most of the American population did, Bismuthite stood a higher chance of being a coffee DRINKER than a anti-coffee-campaigner. Besides, he still wasn't ready to cave in to the energy drink fad.
"Captain." He greeted, having gotten that much information at least before picking him to shake down for information, though otherwise he didn't get up. It would have taken more time than he felt it was worth, since he was cross legged on the floor trying to work on an assembly of oil covered parts. If their uniforms didn't self clean, he really would have wished they did, likely, since his temporarily discarded gloves looked oily, and he had a streak of something black from his cheekbone to his ear. His hands were pretty much a lost cause without a bar of Lava soap, which might have explained why he made no offer to shake.
"Grab a coffee, I haven't touched 'em yet."
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 4:38 pm
Bismuthite would have been offended that the Lieutenant didn't see fit to rise and greet him properly if Bismuthite himself wasn't so adverse to getting oil and grease on himself. As it was, he was still holding on to some of his more arrogant quirks, but at least he didn't come off as pompous and full of himself as he was before.
There were things in life that break you. Being a part of the Negaverse was one of those things.
Bismuthite, neutral to the coffee, took one but didn't take a drink just yet. He was more of a soda kind of guy, with his secret guilty pleasure being fast food hamburgers and fries. He didn't often indulge in coffee or tea.
"So, what do you need to know?" Bismuthite asked, getting right to the point without the pleasantries. He found a stool that didn't look the be of any use at the moment and sat on that.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 4:50 pm
"Apparently I missed that part of the sign up pamphlet, since..." He paused a second to search for a tool, then rested his arm on his knee, letting it dangle between his fingers as he continued the thought. "I don't know jack all about this "BMC" group, or the chick with the wings on her a**."
He'd heard the name "Ares" brandished, but last he remembered, it was being dropped as the God of War... (Greek? Roman? Did it even MATTER at this point?), who also happened to be male. ....And who apparently got trapped in a jar once. That had stuck in his head because it seemed remarkably lame for someone who was supposed to be a god of war. Otherwise he recalled mostly nodding and trying to look interested while the other teacher had droned on.
"Ok I know one thing. They're damn good and damn fast at planting wedges, and that's dangerous. But what the hell makes them different from the Senshi we've got with us already? ....Aside from not looking like Miss Creepy the Scrapyard China Doll"
He hadn't met any of the corrupt senshi yet, didn't know that they didn't join willingly, or that they lost their memories, something that, for the most part, the Dark Mirror court had not, with minor exceptions, practically insignificant compared to what the forcefully corrupted went through.
"Of course if you know where my Philips head screwdriver went that wouldn't hurt either." He added.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 5:11 pm
"Consider yourself lucky that you weren't thrown into some huge apeshit battle as your first experience in the Negaverse," Bismuthite said with a bit of a scoff, finally taking a sip of his coffee.
Ah, he would never forget Elysion. First battle, first kill. It had put his name on the BMC radar, even as just a newbie. And he was just fighting to survive and doing whatever he could. He had no training, and knew practically zero about...well, everything. Of course he would have never admitted so at the time.
"The BMC, or Blood Moon Court is, was? Is a group of senshi that have organized themselves, unlike the other senshi. They lead an ambush on us one night and took some of our members hostage - some lieutenants, captains, and even generals. The great Queen Beryl was content to let them be tortured and killed. Easy for some queen up on high to do, no? Well, the rest of us weren't going to let that happen. We searched tirelessly for weeks until the late General King Marthozite was alerted to the place where they were being held. Many of us rallied together to rescue those we could. Many of us were made to watch those we were sent to rescue die. Some of us were successful in our mission. Tanzanite, a General at the time, was amongst those caught, and watched Ares, the leader of the BMC, kill Marthozite. It was then, I suppose, that she became the Phoenix. I was retrieving Wolframite and tending to him when the full battle outside the hell-hole our comrades were held in broke out, and the Phoenix eventually became the General Queen Tanzanite we know today.
From what I hear, and what I saw, the BMC did a number of horrible things, all for information that those held hostage were strong enough to keep tight. I don't think a single one of them gave in in those long weeks. They are to be truly respected for that."
Bismuthite was silent for a moment, and looked as if he were reflecting on something.
"I still remember the cry of the BMC - 'For Rota!' ..she was the senshi I killed in Elysion. My first battle. I had no expereince. I hadn't been told about my weapon, or even how to gather energy. I was as green as they come. I gave the BMC a reason to attack. They wanted me. I'll always feel that guilt. And yet, on that night, the night of the rescue, I was promoted to Captain. It doesn't make much sense to me. I cost several agents their lives."
Of course, that last bit wasn't the entire truth. Bismuthite didn't know about the full history Tanzanite had with the BMC long before he came around. But then again, it was just like Bismuthite to be so self-centered that he would think such an operation had been lead because of him.
Bismuthite took in a deep breath and brought himself out of his moment of guilt.
"As for your screwdriver, I dunno. Check up someone's a**. I know plenty of agents that might have it stored up there~"
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 5:24 am
Realgar seemed to consider this in silence. He'd seen people die before. He'd nearly died himself, or come closer than many cared to admit. His family, on the few occasions he spoke to them, made it the elephant in the room, the looming issue they didn't want to deal with.
The people on the track had died fast. Maybe not well, but it had been short. There was only so much abuse that the human body could take before it threw in the towel.
Torture was something else entirely.
He didn't know much about the Phoenix, or Elysion for that matter, but those chapters he suspected could get filled later. He'd clearly just jammed a huge dental pick into a metaphorical sore tooth, and then ground it around.
He even thought about mentioning that perhaps the BMC hadn't needed a reason, they'd just used the excuse as a personal salve, but placation's like that had never made him feel any better, just looked down on, given a pat on the head like a child who'd dropped their ice cream cone, and that was worse.
"If I find it in one of those locations I think I'll just buy a new one." He admitted, allowing a soft chuckle, though there wasn't much humor in it. "Christ. Next time I ask you about anything I'll bring a bottle of scotch instead."
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 12:32 pm
"Perhaps. But I jut find that the alcohol makes me tired more than anything," Bismuthite said, taking another sip of his coffee.
Maybe one day he'd be able to get over it. Redeem himself, somehow. But he wasn't going to let those senshi scum lay any more pain on his comrades. He'd see them all dead, if only so that name can never be raised against him again.
"Anything else?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 5:33 am
"Guess it could do a lot worse." He pointed out. "...No that was pretty much my main question." He admitted. "I'm sure the differences are a lot more obvious if you were actually there for it."
Between the corrupted senshi of the Negaverse and the corrupted senshi of the mirrors that is, though now he was starting to wonder about the mirrors in his own house. He'd be damn pissed if some crazy b***h in a short skirt popped out like Alice through the looking glass.
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