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 Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 3:09 pm
 All things considered, it could've been worse, but Theron was having a hard time thinking of how. While many others disdained the long, often silent patrols, Theron was more than willing to take on his fair share and cover a few more. It was strangely relaxing for him; the comforting routine and familiar paths were easier to navigate than the dark corridors of the castle and the mutterings of the other denizens of Poena Privus. Occasionally finding a roving Witch Eater and beating them senseless was an additional bonus.
He did not, however, like the idea of having company. Solo patrols were nice, but partner patrols were far less welcome, and he wasn't pleased to find that this Cruor had been assigned to take one of the longest routes with him. He'd met the other Blackheart briefly during training, but he'd been too on-edge to really want to socialize -- not that he was ever chatty, really.
He'd arrived early anyhow, resigned to being annoyed out of his mind, and as the designated time crept closer, he got a little jittery. It wouldn't be noticeable to a casual observer, since even normally he glanced around every few minutes, double-checked the shadows, and followed unexpected movement -- but he was pacing and flexing his gauntlet-clad fingers impatiently.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 10:23 am
 When Cruor had been given the patrol he had simply arched a brow and said nothing, mentally sighing a little when he realized that he'd be patrolling with the new Blackheart. It wasn't really that he disliked keeping on eye on the fresh blood or that he was annoyed that they were sending him on patrol with another person. Actually it was more than he'd been suspicious of the blue haired Blackheart since he had first met him during the Blackheart and Reaper training. No, it wasn't that this individual was new blood at all, simply that he was a little too shiny and standoffish for his tastes.
Due to this, Cruor found himself preferring to remain cloaked in shadows, observing the other man from where he leaned against a crumbling pillar. He hadn't been as early as the other Blackheart, but he'd been there long enough to notice the fidgeting, notice the other man's blue gaze roaming the area, his paranoia apparent. His lips twitched a little in the beginnings of amusement as he continued to observe, crimson eyes continuing to watch for a few moments past the designated meeting time before he decided to make his presence.
"You seem rather edgy." he murmured, striding forward, the shadows seeming to melt away from him. "Scared of the dark, are we?"
Perhaps it was a little unnecessary to needle the new Blackheart, but he had a tendency to only give his respect where it was earned. He looked him over for a long moment before snorting and moving to head towards the gates, seeming to be eager to start his patrol. In fact he was dreading the long hours of tense interaction, already missing his late night, solo patrols; he typically worked much better alone.
"Hurry up. We don't have all night."
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 5:26 pm
The other Blackheart was going to be late, and given how late it already was, Theron wasn't looking forward to putting in overtime just to finish the patrol. He suspected he knew why he'd been assigned to patrol with Cruor -- someone didn't trust him (smart) and wanted a senior Blackheart to keep an eye on him (annoying). Or perhaps Cruor had annoyed someone and this was punishment detail.
One way or another, he missed solo patrols already. There was no love lost between him and the other Blackhearts as it was; Poena Privus wasn't a social club, and he wasn't there to make friends with the others.
Just as he started wondering if he'd been set up, a voice spoke out from behind him. Theron barely -- barely -- managed to avoid jumping, though his shoulders twitched and he turned a little too quickly. The query made him frown, his eyes narrowing in clear annoyance. "No. I'd just rather get this over with." There was no sense in pretending he was happy about the assignment.
He didn't move while Cruor looked him over, though he wasn't sure why the Blackheart had done so -- a pre-spar assessment made sense, but it wasn't likely that they'd run into any trouble on this route. He frowned sharply at Cruor's order, and strode after him, adjusting his stride so he could keep pace with the taller man. "Says the one who was almost late," he muttered, annoyed.
Mostly, though, he was wondering just how the Blackheart had managed to sneak under his radar like that. It was rare that anyone surprised him; perhaps the Blackheart had gotten there even earlier, but then that didn't explain why he'd waited so long to make his presence known.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 12:28 am
"I'm never late." Cruor countered, giving the other man a sharp look of disapproval as he led them away from Poena Privus. "You were far more late than I was."
Cruor was not always quite as abrasive when interacting with others, typically only doing so in situations like these when he was paired up with someone he'd never worked with. He was mainly just testing the waters, seeing how much the other man was willing to put up with before he lashed out, testing his temper. After all, if the other man couldn't handle Cruor at his worst then they most likely would not work well together in the future.
"How long have you been a Blackheart?" he questioned after a few moments, looking thoughtful. "I haven't seen much of you."
That was a lie. Actually Cruor had casually observed him from a distance since their first encounter during training. Usually he found out about new recruits fairly quickly but, for some reason, this one had slipped under his radar and that had bothered him. Perhaps it was just his paranoia, but this young Blackheart looked far too much like a Cerberus Knight and seemed far too... Temperamental for him to have escaped his notice.
"...How old are you, anyways?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:19 pm
It might have been uncharitable of him, but Theron thought he might hate the Blackheart already. Cruor certainly wasn't making that difficult. He gritted his teeth and counted to five before he answered. "I was here a couple minutes ago, but I didn't see you until you arrived. What were you doing, hiding in the shadows?" Actually, the idea of a tall, fully-armored Blackheart concealing himself in the shadows was a pretty unnerving thought -- definitely unpleasant for a man who flirted with paranoia.
He got progressively more on edge as he thought about it, but he held his tongue. Right now, he was on duty, and he had to at least be civil. He didn't have to like Cruor, but he wasn't going to allow himself to be baited as easily as he did when he was off-duty. It wasn't like a patrol -- or a fight with Witch-Eaters -- could be postponed for a spar to settle their differences.
"Not long. Only two months or so, he answered honestly, quickening his pace so he could keep up with the taller man's longer strides. The question about his age made his eyes narrow -- he'd gotten plenty of s**t for his age already, and he was already mentally bracing for it. It was unfair, but perhaps not entirely unreasonable. "Twenty," he answered, giving the other Blackheart a wary look.
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