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 Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 3:58 pm
Cheeks flush from the cold the General remained where he was, he didn't sense anything in his general area, clutching a hot cup of espresso between his hands. His face lowered close to the opening in the coffee cup's top, soaking up the warmth, his hands nice and warm as he glanced down below at the city street. Passing cars and people shopping. He'd chosen a shopping district for tonight's patrol, after a second run for a drink, and was rather settled in.
It was almost a hope that senshi, with those skimpy (and atrocious), uniforms wouldn't come out into the cold weather. How they could come out in such meager clothing was a wonder to him, didn't they feel the cold? Thoughts were pushed aside as he noted a mother and child walking out of the boutique across the street from his rooftop location. The little girl with her messy blond hair, one of her hands swiping at her hair in the way only a slightly uncoordinated child could do, while the mother bent to help her sweep her hair up and under the winter hat she wore. It was a rather typical thing to see in the winter and it made things just seem...normal. Who would think that in a city which seemed so normal that a war was raging?
Lifting his coffee cup to his lips he took a slow sip, tilting his head back as the hot liquid poured down his throat. The sweet, steaming, liquid warming him form the inside out and sending a shudder though his slight frame. The coffee cup came down finally and his head lowered to be close to the opening, he almost seemed huddled as he sat up on the roof top. His legs crossed under him as he sat indian style, his cape fell down behind him and rested on the rooftop below, as he sat on the ledge. The coat fell down and only just touched the rooftop.
As a shiver passed through him, how he wished sometimes for the turtleneck he'd had as a Lieutenant, he smiled lightly. No wonder he sensed no one, from either side, in his area. it was too cold to be out. He just happen to be rather dedicated, not to mention he really didn't have anything to do for the next few days. School was letting out in only a few days, so they weren't giving homework and exams had been earlier this week, and in a few days time he'd be on a plane going to Europe for vacation.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 4:13 pm
He would feel someone soon enough, more than most to say the least. The rank of General-King or General-Queen was impossible to hide, unlike the senshi who had a marked advantage in being able to return to their ‘eternal’ rank. “Tabulating regrets?” Zinkenite turned his gaze down towards where Benitoite sat drinking the thick black brew that passed for ‘wakefulness in a bitter cup’. He let his gaze chase after the woman and child who walked below, one might think he wasn’t quite listening, or waiting for the answer to his question if he wasn’t known to be, obsessively detail oriented. His long standing collection of notes, notebooks and curiously individual ‘short hand’ had taken up a great deal of space long before it had found a home in the ‘War Room.’ Let there be no doubts, he was listening.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 4:25 pm
When he'd felt that darkness, more powerful than his own, he lifted his head and turned. Not wanting to fall, really he didn't fancy the idea of falling off a roof top to the ground below, he turned only his head.
"Regrets? Should I have any?" Came the question as the shorter agent unfolded his legs and slid off his perch and onto the roof top. Stretching to get some of the stiffness out of his limbs. "And if so, what ones should they be?" In a gesture that held more grace than the child below his own hair was brushed aside, he didn't tuck it behind an ear though.
The coffee cup was gulped from before he bent and set it on the space he'd previously occupied. Straightening himself up he kept his eyes focused on the other. Benitoite was already well on his way to spending the whole night, or nearly the whole night, awake. The dark, but sweet and fruit flavored, brew did wonders for keeping awake even when he really logic would say he should be asleep.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 6:07 pm
“It is, in theory at least partly your life. You are in fact, the only one who can answer the question on if you have any regrets. At least… that is the theory.” Zinkenite’s eyes turned back to Benitoite’s, “Do you want me to decide for you?” His head tipped downward towards his chest, eyeing the young General like a Librarian studying someone whom had spoken too loudly in the sanctuary of texts. “Are you capable of deciding what you regret General? Surely…there is more in there beyond…what, obedience? I don’t live your life for you, I will not make choices for you.” He shook his head and glanced back out over the city. “You’ve joined my team, is that for comfort or because you feel you can excel?” Comforting? No… but Bis had recently undergone a not so dissimilar inquisition.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 6:28 pm
"No, simply seeking an opinion." He spoke evenly. He knew he felt no regrets but did others think he should, think others who joined should? "I wonder if your seeking a particular answer. If you believe I should have regrets." He added after a moment of silence. His own eyes watching the taller agent.
This wasn't a series of questions he expected but he supposed he could handle it. It wasn't anything personal, at least not too personal. It could always be worse, someone probing into his civilian life, so this really wasn't all that bad. Though he still wondered if there was some expected answer. Well, even if there was he wouldn't be providing unless it was the truth. He wasn't a mind reader nor did he lie to people just to suit their wants and needs.
"I'm not a sheep who blindly follows. But no, I do not regret. I joined this war for a good cause and remain here - an agent - to continue to serve that purpose. As to why I joined your team it is simple. I may be able to kill but I cannot kill one of those children, the horrors that they have become, so I cannot join special ops. And infiltration while I could do that I would be working off of my mothers reputation and being a child I would hold little sway over the minds of those that I'd be speaking to. So while I could attempt it I believe it would be for little, and I'd prefer not to waste my time and energy on an endeavor which would yield little." His mother went to enough events, knew enough people, but he found most of those people only spoke to him in a passing manner, seeking to know how he was doing in school and other simple things. It was as though they saw him as nothing but a simple child, insulting really.
"However I am good at talking, be it with the enemy or those on our own side. I may not be the snake in the garden but I can certainly speak to the enemy and take notes on whatever they say. As for our own. I do believe I've managed to make a fair few friends and allies with amongst the dark mirror's senshi."
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 6:53 pm
“So you sought to find the answer you assumed I wanted to hear, directly or indirectly.” He summarized. He made a small humm sound deep in his throat, but did not yet look back. Judgment passing but not yet meted out.
“ENGAGE me Benitoite, I’ve heard the reports but –show- me, you are going to be one of my high ranking officers. I know I can rely on you as a shadow Benitoite, you make notes, you carry a note book much like my own, you’re small like me so we are neither of us physically intimidating, We believe in this cause, you are calm, dedicated, active…but I want to know you –better if you are going to be on my team. I want to see first hand what will make you shine.”
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 7:23 pm
"Yes. And not because I would agree and tell you that what you wanted to hear was the answer. I do not lie, as much as some people would prefer it. I simply wanted to know what you sought to hear. It would at least tell me what your looking for, a glimpse in to your wants. Knowing what a person wants in others can tell you something about that person." He was good with watching people and listening, learning, about them. He did it enough when bored at social events, and when he heard his mother speak about cases. His mother had to be good at reading people to be as high up as she was. He took in everything she said over the years and put it to practice whenever he went to social events, as it was rare he actually got to do much else.
Laughing softly he shook his head. "I'd like to think that while I lack height my weapon and willingness to engage in fighting would intimidate our enemies." As he'd been about to trail off, think of his next words, something hit him. "I have meant to thank you for the assistance during our ambush. I appreciated that." His words honest and sincere as he looked away then. His own mind wandering over what to say and how to word whatever he said.
"What else can I do? I do not know enough of the inner workings. I do not know what else I can do to be more active - to make things happen. As of right now I do keep our newest members safe, informed, and train them. I will not see them needlessly hurt, or worse yet killed, by the enemy due to their lack of training or knowledge. And yet I know that does not set me apart from the masses." He spoke, one gloved hand fisting at his side at his own inner frustration, frustration he kept out of his voice as he willed himself to keep that out of his voice.
He would have mentioned he was talented with plants, knew which ones could be used for good and which for bad, but he really saw no way it could help not unless he wished to become some sort of healer.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 7:42 pm
“It’s less the masses that I worry about Benitoite. Think on that for a while as you search your self for what will set you apart. Find, your road, and find it for yourself. It does you no good to fish for answers in others until you know for certain who YOU are inside, what you believe in.” Eyes narrowed slightly and he shook his head. “Perhaps I will speak with you again when you have the answer. But as someone once said… ‘I’m a little sociopathic.’ “Think… outside the box if you have to, I did…” He turned and vanished as abruptly, and curiously as he had come.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 7:50 pm
He knew himself, as much as anyone knew themself. No one could claim perfect knowledge of themself, couldn't put themself in every scenario mentally and know how they would react. Mental scenario's and actually being in them changed things. So no one could know themself perfectly, not to mention he didn't believe in the term perfect. But he was looking to find his road, he thought he needed outside answers to walk the path he wanted to walk.
But to think outside the box, to think of what seperated him from the masses. He could really only think of one thing. A card, per say, that he doubted others held in their hand. He could easily turn his hobby into a deadly game. But was that what would set him apart?
Would his talent with plants peek the General King's attention? He did just say he was a little sociopathic...and wasn't such a thing as poisoning people, or the knowledge and ability to, a little sociopathic? But how to handle this, to show this off. Pondering these thoughts he went to retrieve his forgotten drink, which he was unhappy to notice was now cold. Frowning he held the cup in his hand and headed for the back of the building, jumping off the roof top and landing in the alley way, and dumped the half filled cup in a trash can.
"To gain attention and take the stage for a solo performance..." The words silent as a whisper, for his ears only. He'd need to think on this.
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