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 Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 8:25 pm
It was only after he had snuck out of the house for his usual nighttime stroll around Destiny City that Celsus remembered that he had not left a note in case Tolliver woke up and found him missing. The last time he had not been nearly as quiet as he had hoped, and when he had returned - fortunately as Fritz, and not Celsus, Squire of Chronos - it was to find one very angry and worried twin brother. A great deal of yelling and reprimanding later, and Fritz had finally been forgiven by his brother.
Only now, if Tolliver woke up, he'd see the missing twin and get irritated again. It was becoming increasingly more difficult for Celsus to keep making excuses to his brother, and each time his heart felt more and more heavy.
He didn't like this, but it was necessary. He liked being Celsus, but all of the secrecy made his head spin.
Destiny City was quiet at this time of night - it was nearly one in the morning, and Celsus was quietly moving through an old, abandoned warehouse about a mile from his shared flat. The moon cast dull, dimmed yellowish light through the dusty, cracked windows and long, twisted shadows stretched out over the grimy floor.
It was not exactly ideal. But Celsus had picked up the faint scent of a power signature that had fizzled briefly into his mind a few moments ago, and had grown stronger as he went closer to the warehouse. And now he was ensconced within its walls, hoping to find the source.
It was not a White Moon signature, after all.
Linking his fingers behind his back, Celsus strode casually through, his boots clicking on the floor and echoing loudly in the stark silence.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 10:13 pm
Vaguely, at least, Remarque had been aware of an approaching something. The sickness that had been plaguing him since the meteor shower had left him a little more mentally flighty, and he was far more concerned with draining energy than he was trying to pinpoint who and what the nearby power signature was.
Hitting up the warehouse had been an absolutely fantastic idea; in driving around earlier he had noticed a handful of suspicious looking cretins loitering and, as he was nearly obsessed with making almost nightly excursions to collect energy, he just couldn’t resist.
Even though it would have been really ******** smart to just take it easy and recuperate both from his sickness and from all the cuts and scrapes he’d gotten from some of his worse run-ins with the white moon senshi recently.
But, no. Leave it to Remarque to be reckless and push himself to his limits. All things considered, after all, he was feeling pretty good. Not only had the warehouse been a prime location for some illegal transactions, but there had been two sleeping homeless men right outside. He had drained them first—not enough to kill them, but enough to sate the two mirror wraiths he summoned for the job. There had been a younger man inside, pacing nervously and flipping through a wad of cash.
He had been so preoccupied counting his money that he had failed to notice Remarque behind him and was unconscious before he hit the ground. The mirror wraiths had a ball with that one, and Remarque was rather pleased with the tip from his unwilling victim.
While he had dragged the body out back with the other two homeless men, he quickly realized that he had no idea where there was a mirror nearby and there was absolutely no way in hell he was dragging them all the way back to the one he’d come through.
Brushing his hands off, he had drifted back into the warehouse to do a little exploration—as, he had always been fascinated with empty, abandoned buildings. There were several large crates and a set of stairs leading up to a room. This interested Remarque the most, and he found himself climbing the stairs with intention to jiggle the handle and maybe peek into that locked room to see if there were any outstanding goods he could sift through.
The door hadn’t even been locked, so screw that plan. He had just been inside, glancing around the dark room when the heard the squire’s voice.
Remarque was then put into a position. He could either hide and wait for the squire to leave or respond to his call.
Really, there was only one option.
He brushed his clothes off, fixed his hair, and then casually strutted out of the room onto the little balcony connected to the stairs leading down to base level. “Is that you, Freckles? I thought I recognized that sweet little voice of yours. What are you doing out so late, isn’t it past your bed time?”
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 11:42 am
He could hear footsteps somewhere above him - slow, meandering steps - a swaggering walk, someone who clearly did not feel the need to hurry.
The ceiling above Celsus' head creaked, showering dust down onto the floor, a bit of it catching in his red head of hair, but he merely shook his head, sending them spraying onto the floor. Then he stood a bit taller, linked his fingers behind his back, and waited.
The power signature grew stronger and stronger until -
The head that peered over the balcony was familiar - as was the drawling, smooth voice that echoed throughout the drafty old building. Celsus felt a smile curve across his face unintentionally, his eyes flickering upwards as he tilted his head back, eyeing the figure leaning over the rail.
"You think my voice is sweet? I'm flattered."
It was, of course, Remarque - though Celsus had not seen him for quite some time, not since their initial re-meeting after returning from the Surrounding. But Remarque had been less powerful back then, his face more a bit more gaunt, eyes filled with a passionate anger and arrogance. Now, somehow, he seemed different. The energy signature was stronger, and he was holding himself taller, more confidently.
His eyes, however...the arrogance and the anger was still there. Celsus smiled crookedly.
"You look as charming as always, Poppet," he said mildly, and slid his hands into his pockets, slowly taking a few steps forward. "But it seems you're a bit...different than the last time we...spoke."
Grinning cheekily, he added "I know. You're shorter, aren't you?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 8:47 pm
“Cute, coming from all the way down there,” Remarque scoffed. Celsus was a source of amusement, albeit not the most painless one. “But! Look at you. Growing up, are we? Oh, it happens so fast,” he cooed in a clearly mocking voice. “I was wondering what happened to you. I thought maybe you tousled with the wrong crowd and, well. I’d just about forgotten about you. It’s been a while, what’s been keeping you so busy?” Remarque prompted, watching him with a predatory gaze.
He seemed content to have the upper ground and remained with his elbows propped up against the railing as he stooped over it to observe the redheaded squire. The smirk on his face was evidence that he didn’t feel threatened, but then again—Remarque had been getting too cocky as of late.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 4:36 pm
"How very reassuring of you," said Celsus, waving a hand airily. He slipped both into his pockets after a moment, taking a step back so that he could see Remarque more easily from his position. He smiled brightly up at him. "It's so nice to know that someone as charming and caring as you is looking out for my well-being and making sure that I'm all right and not touseling with the wrong crowd."
The sarcasm was there, all right, but in quite a cheerful manner, as was always the case with Celsus - or Fritz as well, for that matter. He rocked back on his heels, one hand lifting to absently twist the symbol around his neck.
"I don't know," he said with a shrug, and smiled, the corners of his lips quirking upwards.
"Why don't you come down and I'll show you?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2012 11:49 pm
“Why, Celsus, I don’t know if I’m really interested in show and tell. But I’ll oblige,” Remarque purred, though there was nothing inviting about him. His tone was caustic and his movements remained predatory. He stood up straight, all but sauntering towards the stairs. He kept one hand on the railing, not for balance but so that he could tap his fingers along the banister as he made his way down the steps.
“How have you Chronos knights been? Few in numbers, I’d imagine, or are the rest of your lot too cowardly to come out and play? I ran into Bifrost a few months ago, she was a real charmer. Almost as fun as you,” he continued as he made his way down the steps. He hadn’t any problem with taunting or mocking the male or the other knights of Chronos—in fact, he delighted in it. His last encounter with Celsus had taught him that he might have been a very worthy opponent, but Remarque would never admit that someone could be his equal—and that someone could be better than him was definitely out of the question. This in mind, he saw no reason to be overly cautious in this situation and continued to treat it as if he had nothing to be worried about.
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