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 Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 2:49 pm
Finding Nicolae wasn't difficult by any means; he should have expected to locate him in the kitchen. His conversation with Esme had brought questions and answers, and he figured he had a fair share of details to work out before he figured out what he wanted to do about things. For now, however, he could make sure that Esme was looked after and that she wasn't being left in the hands of some ***** just waiting to take advantage of her.
"Married?" he prompted when he approached the blonde. "I don't suppose you know why she's telling me you two are married?" He certainly hadn't seen a ring on either of the two, and wanted to make sure that Esme, young and impressionable as he was sure she was, knew what she was doing staying at some guy's house. "Or is that just a side effect of the concussion?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 2:57 pm
Nicolae really hadn’t been sure he was completely happy with this guy going in and insisting on talking to Esme alone. It didn’t make him feel all that comfortable, even if he had met the guy before. This was Esme that the was putting in…well. In danger.
He had stayed in the kitchen, and had done his very best not to give in to his desire to eavesdrop on the conversation that was going on behind the closed door, but it had taken every ounce of his control not to flop on his stomach and listen at the crack under the door, but…he had managed.
The blonde decided it would be much better just to cook, and there was a rather large stack of French toast beside the stove, and more was sizzling in the pan. It smelled fantastic.
When Jett finally came out of the room he blinked, looking over. “Oh. Yeah, it’s a complicated story. She came to our first date in a wedding dress, and it’s just a running joke between us, that’s all. Why, jealous? I thought you had a girlfriend. Or didn’t that work out for you?”
He put a few of the pieces of toast onto a plate and walked over to Jett, putting the plate on the table. “I made this. You can eat it if you want.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 3:08 pm
Oh, Esme. Of course the senshi of Romance would show up to her first date with him dolled up in a wedding gown. "My girlfriend and I are doing fabulous, thank you very much. I'm not jealous," he replied after a brief moment. "Just concerned for her."
…At least Nicoale was making a decent impression so far. And Jett would have been a fool not to accept free food. "Appreciate it," he said simply, admiring the stack. "Though you should probably set the rest of those off on the back burner. I promised her I'd send you in there in a bit."
It wasn't very professional to dine and converse, so while he had accepted the food and taken a seat at the table, he had yet to actually eat anything. "But, first." And there it was, that stern tone he could take with Nicolae but not Esme. "You understand the complications of housing her, I'm sure? If any harm comes to pass for the duration of her stay, I'll be taking up words with you. I expect her to make a full recovery from this incident, is that a task you're prepared to take on?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 3:24 pm
Nicolae just snorted, walking back to the stove and turning it off, pulling out some plastic wrap and wrapping the dip for the French toast, putting it back in the fridge. He made up a plate for Esme then walked back to Jett, sitting down at the table, looking at him and nodding. “I understand the complications, and I’ll accept any consequences that happen if something does happen to her.”
He stretched and gave a large yawn. There hadn’t been much sleep for him since the pinkette had gotten here, and it was really starting to take its toll.
“But, yes. I’m prepared to take it on. I’m going to do whatever I can to keep her safe and make sure she recovers. And if you want to come and check up on her while she’s here, that’s fine. I’m not going to do anything strange or creepy to her. I’m not a jerk.”
The blonde looked back to Jett, scowling. “Anyway. Who did hurt her? If it wasn’t you, it was still someone in your group, right? I swear I’ll end them if I can. That’s not right, attacking one of your own. In fact, it’s absolute crap in my opinion.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 3:45 pm
Jett looked at Nicolae with a cool expression. "You will do no such thing. Esme is a part of the group as much as the one who hurt her. I can't give you permission to do anything of the sort, and however opposed to the idea you might be, I need you to bury that idea right now. You don't stand a change against her. If you value your life and your relations with Esme, behave yourself and focus on her. There is no excusing what happened, but I won't let you keep digging into it. I intend to have words with the Captain as soon as a time is available to the both of us and I will discuss it. You'll get yourself killed before you achieve any revenge for Esme."
He could admire the male's passion for keeping Aurora safe and avenging her, but it was just downright stupid to encourage Nicolae to fight with Requiem. She exceeded his power phenomenally, and he didn't want to deal with the Negaverse-to-DMC complications that could arise from such a conflict. "Save your passion, it's best left for the enemy. Work out your anger on the knights and senshi that wrong her. You don't want to make things worse for her, right?"
Lifting the knife, Jett couldn't help but want to sample the French Toast in front of him; it smelled heavenly and his options were to take a bite or risk his stomach growling.
He sliced a small morsel, though made no effort to taste it just yet. "You can do good, don't get me wrong. I just don't want you to make more of a mess of things, and attacking members of the Dark Mirror Court won't get you very far—trust me."
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 4:28 pm
Nicolae opened his mouth as though to say something else on his mind, but really seemed to think better of it. This guy was right. It wasn’t his business, no matter how much he might have wanted it to be. The male sighed. He couldn’t go picking fights with people who were stronger than him…well, not until he got to be stronger as well. Yeah. Maybe…if this ever happened again…
The blonde shook his head. “Well, fine. I’ll concentrate on taking care of her and cooking…and giving you cooking advice.” He gave a grin and waggled his eyebrows. “Did you end up having a good night that night? I’m going to hope your girlfriend liked those salted caramel cupcakes, and the pasta.”
It really wouldn’t do any good causing some sort of trouble…and he almost had the feeling that he would get in more trouble than just being hurt by one of the members of the Dark Mirror Court…there could be repercussions from his own General and maybe even from people higher up than that…well. That wasn’t what he wanted to deal with. No, good relations were much better to have. Keep an open mind, and open ears. Maybe even try and make friends with this guy. He was part of that court, and he wasn’t happy with what had happened, so it wasn’t his fault.
This was a good thing to know.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 4:47 pm
Glad that Nicolae hadn't rebuked his request, Jett allowed himself to finally place the forkful of food into his mouth. The flavor was fabulous, and it was difficult to keep a straight expression when he was enjoying it so much. Breakfast was not a meal Jett engaged it often, though Nicolae's French Toast was a very strong reminder that maybe he shouldn't skip it so often. He chewed slowly, nodding in response to Nicolae's question until he could properly respond. Upon swallowing, he spoke even as he went to cut another small slice. "She enjoyed it. We had a fabulous evening and she expects me to provide her with an array of meals in tribute to her love and beauty, but," he shrugged. "Women."
He didn't mind cooking, and even appreciated the praise and time he got to spend with Raven during and after dinner, so though he feigned exasperation, a part of him very thoroughly enjoyed the appreciation Raven showed when he presented her with a damn good meal.
Indulging in another bite of the French Toast, Jett then asked, "Because she was so particularly smitten with the meal, I suppose I owe you a word of gratitude. For that and taking care of Esme. Though," he looked up suspiciously. "I do hope you're not up to anything with her."
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 5:48 pm
Nicolae watched Jett take the bite of the food and just grinned. Oh yeah. He had liked it. There’s no way he wouldn’t have liked it. Nobody could resist his food. Not Jett, not Jett’s girlfriend, not Aurora. No, when he had food at his disposal, there is no way he could get on the bad side of someone…not even this guy.
“Yeah. You got that right. Women. So easy to make them swoon, all you ever have to do is put a nice plate of food in front of them , or say some super nice things.”
He flipped his long ponytail in back of him and shrugged. “Don’t mention it. Next time you want to make her a good meal, just give me a call. I’ll plan a menu for you.” The blonde grabbed a pen and a scrap of paper off of the table, then wrote his phone number on it before sliding it over to the younger male.
At his last comment however, he paused, raising a brow. “What ever do you mean by that?” He gave a grin then laughed. “I mean, we haven’t slept very much since she’s been here…but…well. That’s due to the concussion. Honestly I’m looking forward to getting a good night’s sleep when she can sleep again.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 7:02 pm
Jett figured there was more reasons than just for recipes that he ought to keep the number; knowing Nicolae was in the Negaverse and currently taking care of Aurora was reason enough to want to know how to get in contact with him. Though, the offer of planning a menu was rather tantalizing—particularly after his last suggestions.
He reached for the number and glanced over it, memorizing the words as best he could in the few seconds he examined it. "I might just take you up on that offer," he said, sliding the paper into his pocket. "You two really ought to get some sleep. She looks terrible, and you're not too far behind. How much longer does she have to stay up for?" he prompted; he'd had his fair share of concussions, though he didn't remember them with the utmost clarity. He continued, not really requiring an answer, "Or, rather, how long are you going to be able to keep her here? I'm not sure of her home life, beyond what snippets she's told me," and of that, he wasn't sure how much of what she'd said was of times long past. He had no idea what she had to go back to, so he figured he ought to have been more grateful for Nicolae taking her in.
He was too busy enjoying the French Toast to express much gratitude, however, and helped himself to another bite.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 11:09 am
The blonde rubbed his eyes and stifled another yawn before shrugging. “I’ll get sleep when she can get sleep. And she can stay here as long as she needs to. I’m not just going to kick her out into the world again. I’m not an a*****e like that. There’s enough room here, and my couch is comfortable enough for me to sleep on it.” He leaned back in his chair, opening the silverware drawer and pulling out a fork.
“She’s a good girl, and I’m going to do what I can to take care of her. That’s not something I’m just going to take lightly…also. You should call me to make your menus for you. I do like cooking. Very much so, so…” Nicolae leaned forward, sticking his fork into Jett’s French toast and ripping a piece off, stuffing it into his mouth before he could make any sort of protest.
“And if you—“ He swallowed the warm bread and grinned. “If you just want to come over here to check on her and have a good meal, well. My door’s always open.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 11:39 am
Jett watched, fairly unimpressed that Nicolae was eating the French Toast, and then took another bite of his own. "I might take you up on that. But I ought to head out. I have a lot to look into, and I did promise her you'd be right in." He allowed himself one more bite of the French Toast and then lowered his fork, resting it on the plate. He stood, savoring the last bite, and pushed his chair under the table. "Thank you, for the food and for looking after her. I would like to make one more request—of discretion. This is not an issue I want to get out of hand, and if you could do me the favor of keeping quiet about all of it until things are sorted out, I would be most appreciative."
Gossip was one thing, but when the reputations and methods of the Court were up for scrutiny, he had to put his foot down somewhere. Not that any of the information Aurora had provided was particularly damning, but he'd have liked to see this taken care of privately all the same.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 11:51 am
Nicolae nodded. “Sure. I’ll keep my mouth shut. No problem. But, you know…if this happens again, I will have to let my General know. If higher ups in your group are attacking some of your own, what’s to stop them from attacking the lower members of the Negaverse. I mean, this is a question of security to not only myself, but my fellow agents…so. You are taking care of it this time, and I’ll let it slide…but I will inform my side if it happens again.”
He thought it was a fair threat…and it was true. If there was some bad mojo in that court…well, couldn’t that bad mojo be transplanted into the Negaverse as well? It seemed like a pretty legit fear to him.
He didn’t want any of these things to happen to him or any other lower level member of the Negaverse. Sure. It might serve to toughen them up, but it could very easily make them renounce everything as well. Nobody liked a bully.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 12:16 pm
Unfortunately, Nicoale had a point. And Jett wasn't about to admit that, mostly because he was sure this was going to be under control. He still didn't trust the Negaverse fully—that was Leto's job—but there were those of the Negaverse that still didn't trust the Court. If something ever happened, there would be a hell of a mess to clean up. He had his doubts that Requiem would assault a member of the Negaverse, knowing their alliance. He didn't know how gung-ho she was about maintaining the alliance, though figured she had no intention of sabotaging the Court in such a manner.
"Do what you must," he said only. "Just don't do anything prematurely." This was a situation that could be contained and handled; the Dark Mirror Court wasn't out for their own blood, and depending on who was telling the story, whatever circumstances had occurred could have been greatly distorted. For all he knew, they'd all been tripping on acid and things got out of hand. If anyone was going to tell the Negaverse, he'd have preferred it be Leto. At least then she could do damage control and remain as unbiased as possible. However, if Jett could prevent issue, he would. The Court would keep their imagine, and hopefully still retain the familial bonds they so greatly thrived on.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 12:28 pm
He nodded, seeming somewhat pleased that he had managed to get his point across. Negotiations weren’t something that he was normally very good at, he was not a silver tongued sweet talker…well, not for big things. Sure, he could sway the ladies, but…well. This wasn’t a lady.
“I won’t do anything unless there’s proof. Don’t worry.” The blonde stood up. “I’m going to go in there and be with Esme for a bit, maybe take a nap. You can stay here until you finish your food, I know I’ll be seeing and hearing from you sometime in the future, so…” He walked to the counter, grabbing the other plate of French toast, and another fork, then walking over to the bedroom door.
“So I’ll see you around. Have fun with your girlfriend, and call me sometime.” Nicolae gave one last grin, then disappeared into the room.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 12:56 pm
Jett watched as Nicolae disappeared; he figured he really ought to get out and take care of things, but…
It would be a shame to waste that food. He didn't bother to sit down, but with Nicolae gone, so too were his manners. He picked the plate up, and finished the French Toast off almost before he'd even reached the sink. Not one to leave a mess in his wake, he made himself comfortable in the kitchen and proceeded to wash his dishes. Esme was in good hands, he figured—and as long as Nicolae kept his mouth closed, Jett wouldn't hold anything against him—even if he'd hit him.
Rubbing his cheek gingerly to gauge the damage, he could only imagine what it must look like as he slipped from the apartment.
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