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 Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 8:32 pm
Despite spending the evening at the nightclub, Captain Osumilite was staying rather low-key. He wasn't his typical Tag Swagger charm-your-pants-off self. No, he was only there to drain some energy. Although he felt his duties in the Negaverse were mainly attached to his civilian professional life, he was no top dog, which meant he still had the standard responsibilities to take care of as well.
He sat the bar, slowly sipping on just one drink for the evening - a whiskey neat - as he concentrated on draining energy from the clubbers around him. It wasn't the fastest method - he couldn't drain their energy too far, but it was faster than when he was a Lieutenant focusing on just one target at a time. It required a fair amount of concentration, however, which was broken when he sensed a General's power signature approach the club.
He tightened up and pushed the drink a few inches away, not wanting to seem irresponsible in front of whichever superior might have just arrived. His eyes darted around the room until they landed on a semi-familiar subject: General Ilmenite.
The blonde captain grinned and waved at his superior with glee. Perhaps he would have to put on the charm after all.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 11:03 am
For a moment, his wave went unnoticed; Ilmenite's eyes, dark and distant, were focused on something else in the crowd. His attention captured. His expression serious. To at least some extent, he was working, contemplating the possibility of letting loose on the crowd around him and hauling more energy than was really wise back toward the Negaverse.
Osumilite was probably a good intrusion. The flash of movement finally caught his attention and he blinked into focus, thoughtful distance startled into confusion and then melting into recognition. In his suit-like uniform, Osum fit in better here than Ilmenite did. That was a new twist, and one which left him oddly self-consciously, flicking one last look around before he crossed to close with the man.
"What, are you following me around?" Not paranoid but dry, an edge of teasing behind his tone.
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