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 Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 6:40 pm
It was an odd day to realize an outfit that at all included translucent material and pirate boots, would somehow be involved in relieving him of an evening of boredom. But then, there were a lot of oddities surrounding the outfit, now weren't there?
Devlin--er, no. Loke. Right. That thing. Loke had barely even paused to think abut this as he slipped through a broken window into an older warehouse. It'd been abandoned for the last few months, though local kids had already begun to move in and reclaim it for their personal amusement. None were here presently, and couple that with their easy access points into the joint... hello test grounds. There was a very decisive reason why he bothered getting back into the outfit, even with its babbles and gems that clinked together annoyingly as he moved, and a fashion sense he figured belonged in a RPG.
His gaze drifted over what was previously a pretty well off factory for large tractors and mowers. The massive ones he'd see along the sides of the highways. Till it became more cost effective to sell and move the company to a different state. Most of the machines had been deconstructed and moved out, leaving a mostly gutted building in its wake. Lots of open room, with various rooms and hallways making up the few upper levels. Offices, he figured, from his time of exploration.
For now though, as he made his way from the window onto the expanse of vacant concrete, he wanted the mostly open room. The ventilation system was still hung around, along with various pipes and tubes running up and down the walls. Chains hung down from the ceiling, some were looped over the vents. Some of the kids managed to get some ropes into a few of the chains to extend them more towards the ground for... whatever shenanigans they were up to. One of the few machines to be left in the building, a massive conveyor belt that was stuck a little too hard to the ground, gave a bit of a boost towards those pipes... then the vent system...
Loke had already determined there were a few perks to the name and outfit, now was just a question of figuring out what the extent was...
Keeping his feet clear of the various beer bottles and cans strewn around the ground--why would he bother cleaning up someone else's mess here?--he bolted for the conveyor belt, noting how easily he was able to get to his usual speed, then surpass it. Christ. He should try to him himself next or something, see how fast he could really go... A light hop got him onto the belt, and then aiming to grab onto the pipes that went along the walls, he shoved himself up and off--
....and crashed hard into the wall almost to the ceiling. "s**t!" His gloved hands slammed hard into the rock--or whatever the hell this thing was made of, it hurt--with one knee folding to smack into the wall while his other foot remained somewhat pressed against it. For all of a split second, before gravity took over and the teen let out a yelp, falling fast back towards the ground a little too far below for his comfort. He'd managed to grab hold of one of the pipes as he fell past it, but his weight and momentum were too much for the pipe itself, an additional clatter of metal hitting the ground along with a body ringing out as both Loke and a good section of the pipe hit the floor.
Groaning, he managed to sit up and rub at his shoulder that had taken most of the impact at first, glancing upwards and taking into wary consideration how he'd just jumped almost two stories what the ********>. "....that.... was.... really not what I was expecting. ******** this was why he decided to come when none of the local punks were around.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 10:37 pm
Warehouses, Remarque had found, were a prime area for gathering energy. On one hand, they had the potential to house the homeless, and on the other hand, they were discrete. The perfect place to, say, hide a mirror.
Remarque was fond of this mirror, as he had procured it, dragged it all the way here, and hidden it. For all intensive purposes, it was his mirror, in his warehouse. And when he stepped out, only to feel an ally's aura? Only to hear a large crash and some profanity?
Of course he was going to investigate.
Remarque slipped around the crates the mirror was hidden behind; they weren't much in terms of a good hiding place, but—hey. How many people were going to be looking for a mirror back here?
He didn't arrive in time to see exactly what Loke had done, but he had seen enough to know that it had been messy—and probably painful.
He leaned against one of the larger crates as he took in the male's appearance; Remarque hadn't seen this one yet, and either Leto had been keeping the senshi from him or he was still fairly new. Watching as Loke sat up, Remarque decided it was a good time to make himself known and inquired, "What were you expecting?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 7:38 pm
His preoccupation with his spectacular miscalculation only kept him so distracted. Mind whirling around the reality of his situation, eyes flickered from where he'd hit the wall, to the pipes he'd dragged down, to the rest of the room in his general line of sight. Maybe he could try that again, just not... put so much force into it..? Maybe? Hm. Should probably just try a normal vertical jump before he tried something more... leap-y.
It was only when another voice hit him that he realized he wasn't so alone. Twisting around and pushing himself upward in one movement, Loke turned in a crouch to locate the source. It was easy enough to spot the other guy... for a multitude of reasons, the least of which being wait there's someone else here. What was he wearing? Okay, so his pirate getup suddenly wasn't so bad. The flashy colors, strange design, random string... Mardi Gras? "...the ******** with the butt plumage?" Please someone tell him he wasn't seriously seeing wings behind him. Please.
That thought out of his head and thrown threw his lips, he drew himself up slowly. Not without a wince and rubbing at his shoulder again. That'd really hurt. He'd heard the question of course, his lack of filter had just deemed it less important versus fashion-- ...wait something was really off about that...
"I figured I'd catch the pipes, then get up on top of the vents. Figured there were some changes from this crap--" He motioned vaguely to his current attire. "--but almost hittin' the ceiling wasn't in the plan." Pale eyes took in the blonde again, this time focusing on the translucent material, how some of the designs didn't look so different from the stuff he wore... His brow furrowed a little. Arms crossing loosely, he didn't move to close any of the distance between them. "So what-- ah, who, I guess, are you?" Senshi, right? That was the label?
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 9:46 pm
Remarque strained to repress his annoyance at the mention of 'butt plumage'. Yes, they seemed excessive. Yes, they weren't very manly. No, he couldn’t do a damn thing about it, but thankfully the rest of him looked good enough to make up for that, if he did say so himself. Which he did, fairly frequently.
At least he wasn't the one bashing himself up for no damn reason.
Pushing himself away from the crate, Remarque approached the senshi and, despite his mouth, found himself interested. He always liked to make an introduction—especially when it was to a new member.
He refrained from anything particularly flashy, merely approached the male in a particularly casual fashion. "Butt Plumage, courtesy of the rank Eternal Sailor Remarque. Dark Mirror Senshi, like yourself," he took the opportunity to gesture towards the male's uniform and then extend his hand to shake, "Of Puppetry. Also Vice Captain of your Court, if that's the sort of thing that interests you. And you are…?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 1:58 pm
s**t. They really were wings. Of sorts. It could be worse, he supposed. The guy could be flying around with them. It would likely cause Loke to simply ragequit everything if he saw such a sight, but hey. Just showed how things could still still be worse.
As the other approached, the tanned youth shifted his weight in vague unease. None of this made much sense to him. And he was pretty content with staying... relatively out of the way of others. At least until he got a better grasp of how to jump. Without getting sent to the hospital in the process. That'd be just swell.
The guy's first words had Loke's brow wrinkling all the more. Eternal Sailor Remarque..? He got the Sailor part, but what was this about ranks? Was this typical or just part of their little... uh. Group? --Court. Right. That. That thing. "This 'Eternal' thing different from the Vice Captain title? Or are things more convoluted than that?" Why did the butt feathers have to even come with it? What, cosmic forces couldn't just give them shiny metals like the military and be done with it?
Still. His arms unwrapped from their crossed positions, reaching out to grasp the offered hand. He said they were both Dark Mirror Senshi, which on appearances at least made sense. Even if he had no real concept of what this... court thing was all about. "Sailor Loke. Treachery's my deal." Glancing at the other's attire again, mind rolling with what he'd said, Puppetry... "So what. I give them the idea to turn traitor, you pull the strings if they don't wanna play?" The corner of his mouth turned upward. He was having genuine fun with this, if only for the moment.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 6:57 pm
Remarque couldn't help but grin at Loke's last words, though he addressed the first question before making further comment. "A little more convoluted then that. The 'Eternal' thing is a gauge of power. The Vice Captain thing is just to let you know who to come to if you've got issues. There's another eternal—Leto. She's the acting captain, right now. And I'm sure you've met our leader, Ares?" While phrased as a question, it was fairly rhetorical; to his knowledge, there was no way for a senshi to get into the Court without first meeting their leader.
"Treachery, now," he mused. "That's an interesting sphere. By all means, yes, convince the White Moon to turn tail on their allies and head on over. They're not doing themselves any favors by sticking over there, so you shouldn't even have to feel bad about planting the idea. It's for their own good. Tell me, have you tested that out at all, your Treachery? I'd be interested in seeing what you could do. Or, are you still settling things in, figuring things out? Not had time to explore all the wonders of being a Dark Mirror Senshi?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 9:12 pm
The information was... interesting at least. Certainly, the aspect of these ranks would keep things a bit more new, intriguing... fun. In theory. Pale eyes took another swing at the butt wings the other guy sported and he couldn't help but hope there were some perks to these ranks. The conversation moved onward, and Loke withheld further questions about how the power gauge worked. Another question for another time. He was more curious about the mention of this Leto. Made sense there was a Captain if he was chatting with the Vice Captain, but it was someone he hadn't met yet. "How's it work? See you first b'fore I go botherin' the Captain then, and someone'd deal with her insted'a bothering Queeny?" Oh he'd met Ares all right. Was sort of impossible to forget the woman who dunked him in the mirror. He'd only given Remarque a less than amused, no s**t Sherlock look to that question.
Though Loke had been joking as he first brought up his sphere, there was a certain edge of seriousness to his features as the blonde began to speak in reference to it. There was no scrap of an idea how he'd even attempt to convince anyone to go jump in a mirror, but in a way... the lack of reference for either side wasn't helping his cause. He knew almost nothing of his own court, never mind the... White Moon lot. Beyond names, the hell was the difference? Why did it matter?
As Remarque began to ask his questions, Loke only shook his head-- once, twice, thrice. His shoulders rose and fell, hands palm up as he gave the other a bland look. "Ain't tried anything really, 'cept the failed jump there. Not sure what to even use my Treachery--sphere, whatever--on." That one little statement apparently was the signal for a flood gate. His words came quickly, though his tone was the farthest thing from hostile. Blunt, sure, but he had no reason to be a jackass to the guy in front of him. Currently, anyways. Brash as ever with his words, the teen's confusion was only that. He wanted to know, genuinely. If he was to be part of this group now, he wanted to know what the hell it was all about. Never mind there being a rather massive curiosity about his own sphere... "Give me a target and I'll try out what I can do, but I'd appreciate any info a hell of a lot more so I can figure out where the hell I'm standin'."
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 11:44 pm
The sudden flow of information was enough to make Remarque blink. There had been a time, once, when he had been in Loke's shoes—confused and unaware of the world he'd suddenly been thrust into. He had come into this assuming that Loke knew the basics, at least, and had to pull himself back to make sure that they were on the same level before he started throwing more complicated information on him.
He ignored the mention of Leto; if Loke wanted to meet the Captain—he'd have to, eventually—then he'd make sure he set something up for the two of them. He mostly assumed she was busy keeping up negotiations with the Negavserse—which was fine for him. Let her do the dirty work; he wanted as little to do with the Negaverse as possible.
"You should have said so first," he huffed, though didn't seem agitated. "There are a few key differences, though I suppose at the end of the day we aren't so different. Long story short is," he crossed his arms to make himself more comfortable and then delved into a stream of information, "White Moon are misguided, brainwashed, and full of untapped potential. They have a queen—an absent queen, mind you. One who has sent them to war and abandoned them. And they are so misguided in their ideals that they fight for her. They have been getting themselves killed for ages, pitted against the Negaverse. Who, in case you don't know, are our allies." He shrugged; not his favorite part of the story, but one that was necessary all the same. "Ares—'Queeny'—is not of this world. She came from a parallel world, a place entirely unlike this one. And she made a niche for herself and has expanded it to us, so that we would be free from the mistreatment of the White Moon. They are unorganized, uninformed, and unable to function as they should, and they are failing. And it is our goal to save them—to give them a better purpose. To give them a chance to survive—to fight towards something meaningful. To save them from themselves. You follow so far?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 8:07 pm
His rambles at least did the trick. Loke settled back onto his heels, hands hooked over the fabric of his belt. Sash. Whatever the hell it was. For a moment, his only response to Remarque's huff was a sardonic smile. Wasn't Devlin's idea to get awoken, shoved in a mirror, and sent into a conflict he'd previously heard little of a whisper about. Not that he could explicitly blame the blonde either. Hell, he was already forming a rather positive opinion of the other guy: he had answers.
....well if that was the short version of the story, Loke promptly decided he had zero ******** to give about the full version. Anything he needed to know was stated as-was, and he was willing to bet the long version had a bunch of frilly extras and names he had no desire to keep track of. Each piece of the information was filed away accordingly in his mind. Still he couldn't help a twitch of his lips towards a smile. "Yeah I got it. White Moon's got people waking up without anything to do but fight for a MIA queen. They just happen to be fightin' some of our allies... gotta say, that sounds a bit biased then to thin out their numbers."
Nothing about how he spoke was meant to display disapproval. In fact, the Senshi of Treachery was quite amused by that turn of information. "So what's this 'meaningful purpose' we're all aimin' for?" Loke was painfully reminded of an introduction to political science class he'd attempted to take--and quickly dropped out of in favor of something more interested and consisting of fewer political debates over current events. At least this crash course had aspects that actually affected him in ways he cared about, and could be pro-active about.
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 12:35 am
Remarque shrugged, though certainly not because he didn't know the answer. "To carve out a place for us in the universe. To utilize our powers to achieve greatness. To make the best of this world, and any world we choose. I mean, which would you rather prefer—back and forth battling or creating your own world? A utopia."
He didn't really know what Ares had planned, only that there had to be more than what she had told them. He didn't know how they were supposed to get into space, or make a utopia, but he hadn't brought it up. It was certainly on his list of things to do, though he'd settled for spending most of his time gathering energy and trying to talk the senshi into joining their court.
"Not to mention that in doing so you save the earth from eventual destruction. All this conflict is going to get out of hand, so it's best to take out the troublemakers before they dig too deep a hole. Get who we can to join us. It protects us, and gives us the power we need to fulfill our goals as well as keep Earth safe. I'm sure you have people around here that you want to protect?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2013 4:54 pm
"Utopia's nothing but peace and relaxation and reasons to grow lazy and stupid. That ain't much of a happy future if you ask me." The words slipped from his lips without much care on his part, face blank as disinterest began to creep up. If really given the option between complete boredom and fighting... well. He'd run headlong into the latter in a heartbeat. It went against his nature to be content with any activity where he'd just sit around and do... nothing.
For a moment, Loke had the annoying sensation that he'd gotten roped into the very wrong team here.
His expression shifted, displaying that annoyance, as Remarque continued on. Protecting the planet wasn't high on his 'I give a s**t' list, but per the fact he did have family around that he was rather fond of... "'Course I do," he grumbled, giving a snort of discontentment. "Guess you've got me on that one. Even if all this ends in a boring utopia... least sounds like things could be interesting getting there." Wherever there was. No, he pushed those thoughts aside, both from his lack of interest, and a half-hearted attempt to actually remain interested in the here-and-now.
Learning more about these White Moon Senshi was interesting. Figuring out how to lure some on over to the 'dark side' was downright fascinating. Energy gathering? Could be worth it. Saving people? Depends on the situation.
Perhaps on some levels, his priorities were pretty skewed. Ah well.
"What about you? You find all you're saying worthwhile?"
Quote: EDIT: 04.05.2019 -- given the passage of time, I've edited in a small wrap up to this Rp below here to be able to mark this as finished. Though another post was made after this one, I've chosen to not post again due to not feeling remotely comfortable pulling this Rp up to the front of the guild again.
The discussion of goals and ideologies was not... something Loke had anticipated finding that night. He'd expected to try and learn more about his abilities as this Dark Mirror Senshi, but beyond that?
Not that he was complaining. Even if he didn't entirely agree with the picture being painted, it wasn't... it wasn't an entirely bad things. Things could change, right? For sake of argument, he could change. But Rem offered some information, and a general concept of a goal and... that was more than Loke had at the beginning of it all. So points to him.
Eventually, Loke took his leave, thanking the Eternal for answering his questions. He'd be looking him up if he had more, that much was for certain. Guy'd been the first one in this 'court' who actually seemed willing to.
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 1:57 pm
"Worthwhile? Sure." Remarque shrugged. He'd been invested in this whole war for long enough to know that he wasn't going to bow down anytime soon. He just wasn't necessarily as innocent as he often preached, but he certainly believed in saving the other senshi. "Are you afraid of things getting stagnant? You know, the universe is a big place. And there's a long way to go before we find some perfect little world to settle down in."
…Utopia had the possibility of being an extreme bore, Remarque realized, though perhaps his idea of Utopia did not mimic the general interpretation of the word. And the idea of building a world with his own design?
It was a tantalizing prospect.
"I'm sure if you put yourself into it you'll be able to help us make it the furthest thing from a boring Utopia. But," he shrugged. "We'll see what happens. Why, are you more interested in bashing in faces than building some interstellar society and keeping people safe?"
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