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 Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 7:21 pm
Bazzite was on a mission from his captain - train and get better! He had a lot to live up to and Benitoite was counting on him! With a determined face, Bazzite set out to stalk the night, gather energy like a good lieutenant and practice his speed. Maybe he'd even spot and take down a senshi or three! But he didn't want to aim too high - just energy for starters. Slowly but surely, he was becoming more accustomed to thinking seriously about his position in the Negaverse. He wanted to train hard and make his team proud of him! That's where his determination drew strength.
Rounding a corner, the little ninja was picking up speed after having drained a group of low-life thugs. There were three of them and they were much, much bigger than he. However, speed and agility were on Bazzite's side and soon they had punched each other enough trying to aim for him that one knocked another out. Bazzite then drained all three and ran off before anyone could retaliate. One of his very, very few victories.
He was on his way back, trying to find a captain to give his energy for delivery when something caught his eye. His shoes skidded him to a halt in the park, spotting someone with wings! This was a tall blonde with a weird, sheer coat, and buttwings! Wait a minute... didn't senshi have butt wings?!
Something prickled his senses. It was definitely a senshi but... boy, wouldn't Beni be proud if he dragged a buttwing'd senshi back to base? It would be so awesome he could just taste the victory cake right then! He crouched low to the ground and, just like a cat, wiggled his butt in the air before rocketing off at full-tilt, intent on taking Mr. McAssfeathers out. Once distance was closed, Bazzite launched himself into the air trying to tackle his intended target.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 12:38 pm
Remarque had been partaking in a rather leisurely evening; he’d gathered some energy, was stretching his legs—thinking about his girlfriend and how nice she had looked in that low-cut top earlier today…
Sure, he’d sensed that there was someone aligned with Chaos in the general area, but he hadn’t figured it was anything he really needed to pay attention to. He’d gathered his energy for the evening, so he wasn’t looking to snipe a few targets from someone that had already had him weakened (though, thinking about it, that sounded like a good idea—particularly if he could do it without exposing himself…). Still, he wasn’t really in the mood for conflict; he was feeling rather lazy today. Figuring if he kept to his path, the other would mind his own, Remarque had not expected to be jumped.
It showed in his reaction.
The eternal senshi had just managed to see a blob of darkness and before he even attempted to figure out what the hell was flying through the air towards him, he attacked. He didn’t curl his hand into a fist, but instead turned and sung his open palm at the male.
It was probably a lucky strike that he managed to catch the male’s face—and proceeded to use spike him into the ground. His heart was pounding—one moment he had been daydreaming about Raven’s soft, lightly tanned skin, and her voluptuous curves—and the next some creep was attacking him? Yeah, he was a little shaken. When the strange male was a heap on the ground in front of him and Remarque had sucked in what was supposed to be a calming breath, he demanded in a voice harsh enough to hide his surprise, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 12:52 pm
The Pimp Hand of Victory was not something Bazzite was expecting. He tumbled to the ground in a heap of limbs and disappointment, his cheek stinging over being struck. The boy sputtered and spat out clumps of dirt and debris from his mouth, straightening out his hood to get a good look at the front of his target. Wow, this guy looked mad.
The lieutenant sat up and gazed in wonder at McAssfeathers, tilting his head this way and that. Big, bright blue eyes were taking in every detail. Sheer overcoat thing, black wings, black vest, nifty buttons! Funky tiara thing... Who did this guy remind him of? Bazzite put a hand to his undamaged cheek and pondered this for a moment, ignoring the eternal senshi's yelling. Finally, his brain finished its loading screen and he snapped his fingers in triumph. "Hey! You're like Virtus! Those Dark Whatchimajigger guys! You're a spaceninja!"
This realization made Bazzite incredibly happy. And this spaceninja was really powerful too, which meant the Negaverse was doing a great job getting more of them on their side. The side of good! Scrambling to his feet, the boy stumbled a bit, still reeling from the Pimp Hand Attack. His eyes spun a bit in their sockets. "Oh, umm... wow, now there's three of you... could you quit movin' so much, please?"
The little ninja swooned and fell over. "Maybe... maybe I gotta... rest a bit..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 1:19 pm
There were two things that helped calm Remarque down. The first was that Bazzite had mentioned Virtus, and the second was that he didn’t seem to be sporting any ill-will. For a few extra seconds, he stared at the Negaverser, figuring he deserved any disorientation he’d gotten in return for startling him. But if this was just a case of mistaken identity…
Well, hell. He couldn’t just leave him here like this. If a real senshi found him, this kid would get his a** kicked. Remarque decided not to abandon him there like that—at least until the Negaverser got off the ground, then he could be on his own merry way. Rolling his eyes a little, he crouched to look at the male in front of him. “It’s not ‘Dark Whatchimajigger,’ it’s ‘Dark Mirror’. Specifically, Remarque, Dark Mirror Senshi of Puppetry. What the hell were you doing attacking me, have you lost your damn mind?”
He seemed significantly less angry at this point in time, torn between confusion and humor. It helped that his heart was beating at a regular pace again—and that Bazzite was still on the ground recuperating. That would teach him to jump up on a Dark Mirror Senshi again. Remarque wasn’t going to be so nice if the incident repeated itself.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 7:32 pm
As Bazzite lay in the grass, he was nodding slowly. The world spun a tad but things were getting better. "Dark Mirror spaceninja. Got it. Dark Mirror Remarkable, Senshi of the Pimp Hand~" If he wasn't laying down, he would have fallen over again in a heap of limbs. The boy sputtered a bit and turned over trying to pop himself up on his elbows. A few blinks to clear his vision and Bazzite seemed to be good as new again, minus the hand print on his cheek. "I thought you were one of the bad guys! Obviously you're not because you're wearing all this black but... I tried! You gotta give me credit for that!"
He struggled to sit up and leaned heavily forward, hands on his knees. "Beni says I have to get better so I can help the Negaverse. But all I can do right now is run fast. I mean, I don't think I could outrun you cuzza the wings and all. I hear the wings mean you're extra more super awesome than other people. Is that true?" The lieutenant attempted to stand and then wobbled, catching himself with a flail of his arms. Remarque certainly rattled whatever he called a brain and it was now shifting around in his skull.
"How long did it take you to get so awesome?" he asked and then gravity decided to take control and Bazzite felt himself get about a thousand times heavier. His body landed on Remarque's back and rolled off like so much water. "Mmmffff... guess I better stay down here for a bit."
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:44 pm
Remarque wasn’t sure what he should give the negaverser credit for; he’d totally botched his name and title and couldn’t even seem to stand up right. He tilted his head to look at the male again, trying to sum him up. He had no idea where to start. “You talk a lot,” he noted, though wasn’t against chatting when it got him somewhere. ‘Beni’ could have been anyone, he figured, though a part of him had hoped it was the Negaverser he hadn’t seen in months. Benitoite had been willing to fill him in on some information when he was just starting.
He mentally responded to several of Bazzite’s statements in his head—yes, obviously he wasn’t one of the bad guys, yes the wings made him more super awesome than other people, but, then again, Remarque considered himself more super awesome than other people even without them.
He had to pause and calculate how long it had taken him to get to this level of power, though even then he wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to just blurt out what was probably private information to someone who hadn’t even introduced himself. “…I didn’t hit you that hard,” he grumbled, standing up. He wasn’t entirely sure how hard he had hit him, but the nagging voice in the back of his head reminded him ‘this kid had it coming’. “Anyway, get up. What did you say your name was?” he asked extending a hand to the male to help him up.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 7:19 pm
The addled lieutenant took the hint and got himself upright again, shaking his head vigorously to clear the yellow birdies tweeting around his head in a circle. "I do talk a lot! I like talking. Beni says I'm good at that too. Beni's a great guy. Have you met him? Has a neat coat like yours but his isn't see-through. Has a paintbrush that's real real big!" He made a grand gesture, stretching out his puny frame in an effort to really capture how big this paintbrush was. In reality, all it looked like he was doing was stretching.
When asked about his name, the boy brightened and extended his hand in introduction. "I'm Bazzite! But you can call me Bazzi. Most people do." The boy struck another pose. "I'm real good at running, and doing errands for my captain Benitoite - that's Beni - and my general, Painite! They're awesome people and they're helping train me because I'm not... really super good at this stuff. Not like you, Remarque!" See? He could totally get names right when he wanted to.
Shuffling his feet into the dirt, Bazzite had a look on his face that crossed both pleading and embarrassed. "Uh, Remarque? Can I ask you a question?" Never mind that asking to ask a question was asking a question - that was too much for Bazzite to handle even on a good day. "I don't wanna hafta tell Beni that I uh... messed up again. Do you think you could, you know, not tell him? And-and-and maybe you could teach me to be as awesome as you?"
Bazzite Googly Eyes of Pleading, GO!
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:43 pm
The way Bazzite carried himself made Remarque wonder if he was talking to a child in disguise, though he tried not to let it show too much on his face. He didn’t want to tell Bazzite that the last time he saw Benitoite was months ago and that their relationship was nothing more than a single night spent discussing group motives. If he kept that information for himself, he assumed he could threaten to tell Benitoite if he misbehaved. Not that Bazzite seemed like he’d be a difficult person to threaten with physical violence, but he didn’t think it would look good if it got back to the Negaverse that the Dark Mirror Court was picking on them.
“I suppose I could keep it to myself about this little mishap,” he concluded after very little thought. It didn’t really get him anything, anyway. Teaching Bazzite to be as awesome as him, however, now that was something that could interest him. He wasn’t sure why Bazzite was looking at him like that, though those pleading eyes—what was he supposed to do? What if Bazzite was the Virtus of the Negaverse?
…He certainly looked like he’d be easy prey.
“I might be able to teach you something, Bazzite. But I suppose that would depend on what you wanted to learn.” He couldn’t very well just give a lecture on the ‘art of being awesome’. Not that he was going to toot his own horn or anything, but no matter how much he knew about being awesome, it didn’t mean that it was the sort of thing you could just teach someone else.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 5:31 am
The promise to keep the incident quiet sent Bazzite into a series of elated seizures. "Really? Like, for really reals? Oh man you're the best, Remarque! I promise not to do it again. I've never seen anybody with wings and well... I got too excited and I just wanted to make Beni and Lady proud... I bet you don't have to report to anybody, really. I bet people report to you, don't they?" Bazzite wasn't paying too much attention to how senshi outside of the Negaverse really operated. In truth, Remarque was the first eternal he'd ever met and counted himself quite lucky - not only was Remarque eternal, he was totally super awesome to boot!
What a lucky break!
When asked what he should teach, Remarque's student screwed up his face in serious thought. "Well," he started, tongue sticking out of his face, "what about fighting? I mean, I can run really well - I'm super fast because I'm small. Smaller than you! Obviously but umm..." More thought, some pacing. "Well you hit pretty hard! I bet you're fast and strong! I can't just like... run up to somebody and then expect to win. I'm not all that good at hittin' stuff. I dunno what to do. Could you teach me that?!"
Bazzite struck a pose and tried to look like a kung fu fighter, but it was fairly obvious he had no idea what he was doing. All he knew was from movies, and clearly, running. "Beni'll be real happy to know I ran into such a nice guy too. Do you think you could be my friend? When this is over? I've never had a senshi friend and you're a swell guy, Remarque." A genuine smile greeted the senshi, like a younger brother would give his older sibling.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 5:19 pm
Friends? Bazzite wanted to be friends?
‘Friends’ was a rare term Remarque most often used to describe people that he kept close to him so that he could manipulate some skill of theirs. He did not follow in the traditional belief that a friend was someone you could trust or rely on as much as he considered them to be someone who would you’re your back and in turn, have theirs. Not that he was inclined to trust people.
…Not that he wanted to have Bazzite being the one to watch his back.
However, Bazzite had stroked his ego, and well. It probably wouldn’t kill him to keep him around just to have his ego stroked.
Responding well to the flattery, Remarque even flashed a smile in the Negaverser’s direction. “Well, thank you,” he said, though wasn’t humble enough to have really appreciated the words. “I suppose I can show you how to hit things. It’s pretty easy once you get the hang of it. Great way to relieve stress, too. Can you throw a punch?” he asked, still not quite sure what to expect from the male. Before allowing him to answer, he held up a hand and continued, nodding towards his open palm, “Aim for there, go ahead. Hit it as hard as you can. Lemme see what you’re made of and then I can probably give you a few pointers.”
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 7:15 pm
Hit him? In the palm? Really? Bazzite wasn't sure he could handle that. Remarque was a guy a guy of the beefy and manly variety, the kind who break little twig of a kid like himself in two. And then use them as toothpicks. Gulping down the lump in his throat, Bazzite screwed up his face, clenched a fist, and aimed for the open palm as Remarque had instructed. He pretended that maybe that palm was the face of a space pirate! Or really just a torso. Yeah, a torso sounded better. Getting punched in the face was really rude and painful and well... okay, so he was supposed to do mean things to the spacepirates -- the BAD spacepirates -- but that didn't make it any easier.
Now, Bazzite was not a beefy guy. Not like Remarque. Bazzi's muscles were long and lean like a gymnast or a dancer. He wasn't really built to hurt things with strength. As a result, his punch into the Dark Mirror's palm was rather mediocre at best. The one thing Bazzi had going for him was the speed at which he threw the punch. Maybe something could come from that? He would need lots of training though. Poor Remarque. Poor Benitoite.
Opening his eyes, the lieutenant backed up and hazed at his teacher for the verdict. "How was that? Was that okay?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 3:16 pm
Remarque was neither particularly impressed nor too sorely disappointed in Bazzite’s display. On the plus side—there was speed. Bazzite was a hell of a lot faster than Remarque expected—and had further surprised him by actually hitting his palm.
The power behind the punch on the other hand…left much to be desired. “All right,” he said after a long moment, lowering his hand without even so much as rubbing it. “Well. The good news is that you’re not totally screwed. At least you knew what a punch was, right?” he asked, cracking a slight grin. “…But, yeah, you’d definitely be almost totally screwed if it came down to a life or death situation and all you could do was punch. What are you—how do you fight? I mean, do you walk around kicking people, is that your preferred method? Or do you just like to jump out of bushes and judo-chop people?”
Bazzite had speed—and though Remarque was fast, he took the time to pack a punch with enough power that he usually ended up slowing himself down a bit. You didn’t have to hit hard if you could get in a lot of hits, but it didn’t hurt to know Bazzite’s preferences, anyway.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 7:47 pm
"Yay, I'm not totally screwed!" That was about as much as Bazzi managed to compute in that span of time. After doing a bit of celebratory dancing, the lieutenant stopped and contemplated the rest of what his Dark Mirror trainer had been telling him. "How do I fight? Do you mean like..." Oh, this is like when Beni and I trained! He was tellin' me to use my speed to my advantage since I can't hit very hard. After a few moments of awkward turning of rusty wheels in his head, Bazzite finally came up with an answer. "Jumpin' outta the bushes is somethin' I like to do, yep." he acknowledged with a smile. "I'm still workin' on the judo-chop part. I mean, I'm fast! Beni says I should use that as my tactic like uh..." Bazzi then struck a pose and looked to the Dark Mirror senshi for praise and/or approval. "Hit-and-run tactics! Yeah! I haven't uh... really won any battles or anything... like at all. Yet." Sheepish grin.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 9:02 am
"Yet,” Remarque repeated slowly, as if he were judging the phrase. It won him over, eventually. Perhaps it was the mention of Benitoite that gave the concept credit, though Remarque was not all that fond of sneak attacks. For important things? When you were aiming to do serious damage and maim to the point of severe harm? Maybe. But he’d long since gotten used to people watching his every move—and he loved it.
Boxing had not made him love the spotlight, only sated his desire to be in it. In competitions, it wasn’t just his opponent watching him, but the referee—and everyone who had come to oberseve the sport. There were no sneak attacks there, no hit and runs.
Remarque enjoyed underhanded, sneak attacks when they served a purpose you could not achieve otherwise, enjoyed the attention far too much to hide.
But Remarque considered himself damn near unstoppable. Bazzite…
Was falling short in that aspect.
“But you’re on the right track. It’s probably best if you hide in the bushes,” he said, thinking that pose might make the rest of Chaos look bad. “Your speed certainly seems to be a strong point. But that doesn’t mean you should sacrifice power—and a judo chop’s got nothing on even the most basic punch.”
Remarque straightened his hand and did a few boring air slashes, mimicking a judo slice. “See? That’s not intimidating at all. But once your hand curls into a fist?” He formed a fist for display. “People know s**t’s gonna get serious. And even if you’re not all that strong or your delivery’s not so amazing, for at least that split second, people are going to know you’re not some pushover. Then you can wail on them some—” Remarque threw a few half-assed, mock punches into the air, “bam—gets the job done.”
Turning to Bazzite, he looked over the male once more and decided to conclude with a slightly unenthusiastic, “And then if that doesn’t work you can just run.”
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 5:49 pm
Bazzite nodded with enthusiasm at Remarque's advice. It was like Benitoite's, but with a bit more muscle and badassery. Not that Beni wasn't a badass, it's just that... well... Remarque had more muscles on him. The punches were right on target, just like the eternal said. A punch with ferocity behind it, even if it lacks strength, would be enough to make someone flinch. And that was enough to get in another attack or three if he was fast enough! Very sound advice! The overly energetic lieutenant went to punching in the air furiously, trying to mimic the eternal's air of pure badass. While Bazzi had the speed going for him, the utter coolness still eluded him. And it probably would continue to do so for quite some time. "Surprise is my specialty! Or well... it could be! If I practiced more! I'll practice lots more and make you an' Beni proud 'a me! I promise! I'll become a great asset to the Negaverse. Just you wait and see!" Bazzi then bit his lip and looked down at his shoes. "I don't wanna run away anymore. I always hafta run away... and I wanna know what it's like to win!" DRAMATIC POSE
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