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 Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 4:32 pm
The night had turned uncharacteristically cold,and Lieutenant Serpentine did not appreciate this fact. When he and Buddingtonite had first gone to the soccer field for their sparring match, it had not been this cold. As tiime wore on, however, the tempature had continued to drop. During their sparring, it had not been noticeable. The activity had warmed them. Now? It was pronounced. Had he been sleeping at the flowershop, as he did most nights, it would have been difficult to keep warm. Yet, the florist did not complain. It was not in his nature to do so. Even if it had been, however, he would not have done so. The winning of the match had led to a night of luxury. A bath with someone else paying the bill for water and heat; a kitchen with as much food as he could eat, at no extra charge. A bed, a real bed, upon which to sleep. All free, which a hotel would not have been. No, he had no cause to complain and much to look forward to. As they walked up the drive way, Serpentine took in the full size of the house, leading him to question, "All of this... is yours?" It seemed like more space than one many would ever need. ChibiGingi Would've put more description but... didn't know what the house looks like, derp.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 12:37 am
After a long and very eventful day, it was good to finally be able to return home. Buddingtonite hardly noticed the cold, really, thanks to his new heavy Soldat steel coat and perhaps some of the alcohol that still pulsed through his veins. All things considered, he should have been laid out cold by now, what with a long day of work, drinking, and the grueling experience of his awakening into the Negaverse. But somehow, he kept going. After all, Serpentine had no idea where he lived, so a lot of good it would do the both of them if he passed out right now. Richard may have been an a*****e, but he wasn't that selfish or evil. Close, though.
No, for the sake of making it home, to make good with his promise and to tend to his dog, which was likely worried sick by now, he had to hold on. He could not give in to the sweet embrace of complete drunken stupor just yet. Once Baldwin and his guest was taken care of, then, and only then, would he take his rest, assuming the two of them didn't play a little game of roll in the hay. Even after the attempt on his life, Buddingtonite could not deny the longing, and if the topic was brought up, he certainly wouldn't object to it. ((Pretend it's nighttime, okay?)) Buddingtonite gave the complex a look over for himself when Serpentine asked his question, and the look he gave his fellow lieutenant would have warranted a laugh track if his life was a 1960's sitcom. He tried not to laugh out loud at the poor fellow, but he did scoff, before patting at his coat's pockets and looking for his keys. "Nah... can't afford this WHOLE place... but got the best condo. Just me an' Baldwin... you'll love him, you'll see."
Or he would, if he could find his keys. Where the hell were they? Did they disappear when he transformed? Or did he leave them at Sugar Shanty? Both were likely. He gave a sigh, then motioned for Serpentine to follow him towards the back. "Wouldn't be the first time I had to cat burglar my way in... come along."Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 9:53 pm
ChibiGingi Goddammit, now all I can hear is Young Frankenstein. Roll, roll, roll in ze hay~ Serpentine did not argue at the suggested legal activity. He, too, had had his fair share of burglaries. True, he normally hired someone to steal things for him... and even that was a rare occurance. Still, if his partner wanted to break into his condo, then that was his affair. He said nothing at the odd look Buddingtonite gave him, merely glaring back before looking away. How was he to know? It was dark, and the other condos not very obvious. He COULD have been that rich, for all the other lieutenant knew. "Baldwin... the dog?" It was a guess, but he thought it a fair one. If it were a roommate, then Richard would have chittered about whether he was attractive or not. And the florist had seen the man with a large dog. Whether or not that would give away his people-watching habit was a matter he had not considered. He was too busy thinking of the comforts that lay within. Serpentine leaned against the side of the house with folded arms, the look on his face one that encouraged Buddingtonite to hurry up. He very much wanted to get out of the cold. His gaze grew a bit more distant as he imagined what delights he would treat himself to first. A warm bath? A hot meal? The possibilities were endless...
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 11:18 am
Seeing that Serpentine was trying to rush him, Buddingtonite said nothing more and was off. Unfortunately, he was on the third floor of the complex, and this made sneaking into his apartment a bit of a hassle at times. But he had done it before, s**t-faced drunk and in far worse condition that he was in now. It wasn't until he was halfway up the lattice that he remembered a very important detail, and it took everything within Buddingtonite's power not to openly laugh at himself. He was a Negaverse lieutenant, surely he could make the jump from this point? His balcony was right there... he sucked in a breath, and without thinking, he screamed out loud, leaping from the lattice he was climbing and reaching for his balcony.
Of course, he could have miscalculated the jump entirely or the alcohol fueling him could have impaired his ability to judge distance, but it was a risk that the fun-loving lieutenant was willing to take. No risk, no reward, right? And Lady Luck was smiling upon him and rewarded his feat by allowing him to not only make the jump, but with room to spare, and he gave a pained off when he slammed his stomach against the railing and flipped up and over onto the balcony. It hurt when his face met with the floor, but at least it was the floor of his own balcony and not the ground at the bottom. Small victories were still victories!
He took a moment to brush himself off, pleased with his feat, and without wasting another second, he grabbed the handle and tried to push the door open. Only to find that it was locked as well. "Oh, for the love of someone else's GOD."
Of all the times he forgot to lock his balcony, why did he remember now!? He gave a grunt, about ready to break his way through when his drunken mind allowed him to remember a key detail. Literally. He had made a spare key and hid it on top of the balcony door! He waggled a finger in the door's direction, letting it know that he wasn't fooled, and he grabbed the key and finally entered his domain. Only to be rewarded with the alarm system giving a chime before going off, as well as the loud barkings of a very frightened and now angry Irish wolfhound. Buddingtonite yelled over the alarm system, but the dog continued to bark!
"Baldwin, it's me! Daddy! Stop barking!" Buddingtonite said, trying to get past the barking beast to get to the alarm system before it notified the police. He had about forty seconds to do so, but Baldwin wouldn't allow him to pass. Buddingtonite called to Serpentine, hoping he could hear him from where he was waiting outside. "Serpentine! I... I don't think Baldwin recognizes me! WHAT DO I DO?!" Quicksilver the Archangel Insert Reb Brown scream with him leaping to his balcony.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 11:14 pm
ChibiGingi Trying to imagine who Serpenine is if Buddy is Red Brown. Maybe Christopher Lee a la Stirba? xD Serpentine openly cringed whenever his partner let out a bloodcurdling, testosterone filled shout along with his leap to the third story. The actions were completely unnecessary and far more attention-getting than he wanted. The quieter of the pair immediately looked to see if anyone would open a window or peer through a shade... but it seemed that the tenants must have been used to such actions. No one stirred. Good. The last thing the two of them needed was a visit from the police. Not wanting to follow Buddingtonite's rather reckless actions, Serpentine pursued an alternative course. Like most normal individuals, he took the stairs. Not as otherworldly, but much easier and quicker than trying to calculate a jump to a place he had never been. His concerns about the police suddenly seemed much more likely. From his position below, Serpentine could not make out exactly what had happened but he could hear. Sharp, piercing sirens. Deep, gluttural barking. He took the remaining stairs two at a time to reach the balcony, just in time to hear Buddingtonite's strangled cry for help. The gold-clad lieutenant grabbed hold of the large dog's collar and began to drag him away as best he could. Baldwin was a powerful animal, and even with his increased strength, the lieutenant found moving him no easy task. Still, his commands were snapped quickly and broked no argument, "Get the alarm. Remove your uniform."
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 11:03 am
Buddingtonite looked to Serpentine as though he were some kind of savior, and he never, ever thought he'd be needing to be rescued from his own dog. Before the other lieutenant had made it up there, Buddingtonite was trying to reason with Baldwin, tried to coax him, despite the alarm system. But it was no use. The dog didn't listen, nor did he recognize him, and Serpentine's intervention couldn't have come at a better time as the great Irish wolfhound's jaws came very close to chomping down on his hand. Buddingtonite was so startled by the action that not only did it seem to pull him out of his drunk stupor but it almost made him miss what Serpentine had said.
"Remove my? Oh, right! Right!" Buddingtonite wasn't sure why, but it sounded like Serpentine was telling him to take off his clothes. Of course, that's what he said, but it wasn't what he meant. He looked at himself, and it took him a moment to try and figure out how to power down. Did he snap his fingers? Say a magic word? Did someone have to shove their hand in his chest to turn it off? He didn't have too much time to consider that possibility, though, and it seemed that the moment he thought of powering down, it occurred. His Soldat steel attire faded back into his regular civilian attire, and the change in strength was as sudden as his dog's behavior. Suddenly, Baldwin's ears perked and his barks ceased for a moment, before turning into a more friendly sound, and the dog tried to pull away from the lieutenant that held him to slobber his owner's face with sweet doggy kisses instead. "See, Baldwin! It's just me! There's nothing to fear!"
The chiming of the alarm reminded Richard Moreau of the second order, and as much as he wanted to give Baldwin a comforting snuggle, he stumbled towards the alarm system and fumbled with the controls. Now that the power granted to him by Chaos was dormant, he found out just how drunk and tired he was, but he managed to get the system on and turned the alarm off. With mere seconds to spare!
"Phew... that was a close one... remind me, transform back before I break in to apartment..." Richard said with a chuckle, resting his sweaty forehead against the wall and using that to hold himself up for the moment. Now that the excitement was over, he could tend to his house guest. "Thank you... I was mere seconds from finding out the PSI of my dog's bite..." Quicksilver the Archangel You mean a sexy beast that can't tell the difference between a werewolf and a vampire? Sure!
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 7:06 pm
ChibiGingi Werewolf, vampire, eh. He only likes plants. He could tell you about wolfsbane, now. Wolfsbane is awesome! It was no easy to hold back the majestic hound once Buddingtonite turned back into Richard. Somehow, affectionate Baldwin was even HARDER to hold back than attacking Baldwin! Truly, the creature loved its master. For that, the lieutenant could not fault him. True, he preferred plants to animals, but loyalty was an admirable trait, wherever it was to found. Serpentine grit his teeth and tightened his grip on the dog's collar. So far, the plan was going properly. All he had to do was wait for the alarm to be turned off. When Richard finally hit the right combination of buttons, Serpentine closed his eyes and relished the sudden silence. The alarm had been painfully loud. Unfortunately, The silence did not last long. Baldwin whined for his master, his claws scratching against the wooden floor. The lieutenant released him in response, feeling it cruel to deny him any further. While the Irish wolfhound galloped towards the collapsing Richard, Serpentine turned his attention to powering down himself. First, however, he closed the balcony doors and pulled the blinds shut. No need for anyone else to potentially see anything--assuming they hadn't already. He tried not to consider it as his uniform of green and gold disappeared, leaving him in a soccer jersey and a pair of shorts. An unintended consequence of this action was that the green sash he had loaned his partner to hide his wound vanished along with the rest of his uniform and his weapon. Krishna frowned in response, but replied to Richard's thanks with a curt nod and an observation, "Not his fault you hid yourself." As the rainbow-haired man came closer, he motioned to his partner's throat, "Bandages?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 1:44 pm
Baldwin's affection was as swift and powerful as a tidal wave, and this wouldn't have been the first time Richard felt it at full force. He was more than prepared for his tackle but the slobbery, wet doggie kisses? Not quite so much. He twisted his head about this away and that, trying to speak and not swallow a gallon of dog slobber with it. "Baldwin, you silly, silly dog! You act as if you never saw Daddy in costume before! Baldwin, stoooooop!"
But the dog would not be denied. His tail wagged and his whimpers were that of a dog that was frightened but now relieved. Baldwin licked and licked his owner over, not once noticing the activity from the other man and the disappearance of the scarf, and it wasn't until a familiar voice questioned him about the bandages that Richard looked to Krishna. His eyes went wide for a moment, as if confused to how the florist had made it into his apartment and Baldwin hadn't even noticed him!
That was, until it dawned on him, and he couldn't help but wear a sly smile, as he looked over Krishna's form, noticing the attire and rather liking what he saw. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the near death experience, but he never recalled the florist from across the street intriguing him as much before as he did now. "So... not only do you play soccer, but you're part of a secret organization bent on protecting Destiny City? Krishna... what else do I not know about you?"
The Irish wolfhound looked back at the man that his master was talking to, and while he did not approach him, he did wag his tail, as if to say 'hello', before turning back to Richard. The dog must have seen the injury to his neck and he began to lick it, reminding Richard of the injury as well, and he eventually answered Krishna's question. "Bathroom in the hallway, in the cabinet. Don't... look in the third drawer near the sink, though." Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 9:24 pm
Krishna had almost forgotten that Richard did not know his Negaverse identity, and seeing his partner's dismay made a wry grin come to his face. The confectioner obviously did not observe the same people-watching hobby as the florist, and that was fine by him. In answer to his partner's question, he answered simply, "Much." It was the truth. There was much about him that Richard did not know. Krishna moved without another word toward the bathroom. It took him a few tries to find it. The first door revealed a study area, the second a bedroom. The third door proved to be the area for which he was looking. It was shockingly clean, if disorganized. Multiple tooth brushes scattered about in no real order, a shampoo bottle on the bathtub while the conditioner sat next to the sink. Almost as many hair styling products as he kept himself. Yes, he would be right at home here, if only for one night. The forbidden third drawer held no allure for him. Anything Richard was willing to keep secret was likely something that deserved to be so. Instead, the florist opened the cabinet and began searching for the bandages. Towels, ointment, cough syrup--there, bandages. The florist pulled them out along with some antiseptic and a small towel. Judging from the way Baldwin had tended to his master, the wound would certainly need to be disinfected. Krishna did not -think- he had broken the skin, but he would take no chances. The trip back to Richard did not take as long as it had for Krishna to wander away. He knew the path now between bathroom and kitchen and, as ever, he held his head high and acted as the master of his domain. With arms full of medical supplies, he couldn't pull the large hound away, so he merely ordered Richard, "Move him."
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2013 12:45 am
The moment Krishna left to retrieve the bandages, Richard began to shower his dog with unbidden affection. He scratched his dog behind the ears and tried to comfort him, knowing that he must have scared the poor creature when he intruded into his own home, dressed as a drunken Nazi. He hadn't expected he'd be completely unrecognizable to his own Baldwin, but then again, he did not recognize that his business partner was Lieutenant Serpentine. It certainly explained his aloof behavior at times, but he thought little of it. Not when Baldwin whined and continued to lick at his throat.
"There, there, don't be such a baby, Baldwin! I'm okay! Really!" Richard said, continuing to comfort his dog and not realizing that he was only making matters worse by encouraging this kind of behavior later. He didn't care. Baldwin was worried and refused to budge, even when Krishna returned and gave the order. He patted Baldwin on the large, hallow chest, a sign for Baldwin to give his owner some space, and though the Irish wolfhound was reluctant, he eventually backed away. The moment Richard was no longer touching him, the dog set off, trotting from one end of the apartment to the other, sniffing any and everything and looking for something. What exactly, Richard didn't know, and he didn't care.
Not when he was getting all the attention he wanted from Krishna. He brought a hand to his neck to give the wound a feel, and he couldn't help but give a light hearted chuckle as he waited for Krishna to get to work. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were worried about me. Is it true? Do you care more for me than you let on, partner?"Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 8:44 pm
ChibiGingi It's the little shorts, isn't it? Krishna would have given the large dog a pet of his own, but his hands were full of supplies. Petting would also mean he would have to go wash his hands before tending to Richard's wound, and he would prefer to cover it as soon as possible. The florist knelt down and carefully placed his bounty on the floor. Krishna lightly slapped Richard's fingers away from the wound. He needed the space clear to tend to it. He poured some disinfectant on the towel and began to dab at his partner's neck, his voice chastizing, "Leave it, Richard." His calloused hands were delicate as he worked, his movements precise. The florist did not answer until he moved for the bandages. Richard was a shameless flirt and a tease, this he knew. Krishna hd already made his position on that matter very clear, as far as he was concerned. That did not mean he was not adverse to teasing, however, as he did when he began to wrap the bandages carefully around the wound, "Is Baldwin's concern not enough for both of us?"
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 1:10 pm
With Baldwin trotting around the condo like a dog on a mission and Krishna's full attention on him, Richard allowed for some of his glee to be seen, though he knew it wouldn't have been acknowledged. Not with Krishna, anyway. His business neighbor and partner simply wasn't the type to play along with his games or if he did, his playing style was vastly different and subtle. Given his drunken state and the kind of night he had, Richard wasn't willing to play that game for too long, and the slap to his hand certainly didn't help matters.
But Richard tried to keep his cool. He also tried to keep his need to flirt in his pants, but it was just too difficult. Especially now that he was being given so much attention! And from Krishna! Who knew when this could happen again (besides pushing Serpentine's buttons again, that is...). Old habits died hard, and Richard was in no mood to try to kill the desire within him. Might as well milk it for all it was worth, he thought with a smile.
"Baldwin's concern when I oversleep, or spend too much time in the bathroom... he's a big, ol' worry wort..." Richard said, keeping his hands to himself and letting Krishna work his 'magic'. He didn't consider the man's guilt, nor just how much he had been hurt to cause such a tender act of care from Krishna, and that lack of consideration made the words slip out way too easily. "But he's my Baldwin and I wouldn't love him any less... or love him less... er, whatever, English what is that?"
Once the bandages were wrapped, he moved a hand up and looked to be going to touch the bandages, but instead, his hand grabbed onto a part of Krishna's hair and gave it a playful tug. "So... if you keep hurting me, you'll patch me up afterwards, right?"Quicksilver the Archangel What, his temper or your post? LAWL I jest... ILU
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 9:43 pm
ChibiGingi ... you wound me. The florist listened patiently to the other man's ramblings, nodding here and there to indicate that he was paying attention. He approved of Baldwin. the dog was strong and clearly brave, as evidenced by his willingness to attack a threat to his home. Hearing all of the numerous things that made the dog worry led him to comment, "Then perhaps you should stop doing foolish things." The tug on his hair came as an unwelcome surprise. Krishna caught hold of his partner's fingers, dislodging them from his fluffy, rainbow mane. His grip was firm, but not meant to be painful--merely acting as an anchor to keep the offending digits in place. The question, joking as it may have been, was a fair one. He pulled Richard's hand closer and placed it on his chest, allowing him to observe the evenness of his pulse and breathing. His own way of indicating that he was telling the truth (and, perhaps, remind Richard who had control over the situation) as he replied, "Yes, but don't count on it. I don't intend to make it a habit." The touch lingered for a few tantalizing seconds before the florist rose to his full height and brushed off his hands. Other needs demanded tending, and it seemed almost... unsporting to play a game Richard could not win. Krishna instead made his way for the kitchen. Without asking permission, he opened the fridge and began to rattle around the contents. There were so many delights to be sampled, and all of them looked good to his empty stomach. Crunchy, sour pickles, a full dozen eggs that could be boiled or fried, several packages of turkey bacon, half of a roast chicken and assorted leftovers tucked into plastic containers. A veritable feast, as far as Krishna was concerned. The question was truly what to eat first. A single question was thrown at the bandaged man in the other room, "Hungry?"
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 7:43 pm
"Stop doing... what?" Richard spat at the very notion of someone else telling him to simply stop. What Krishna considered to be foolish things was merely what he considered to be the best part of life, albeit a little risky at times. That made life entertaining, and fun, though now that he was a lieutenant in the Negaverse, perhaps he could try to tone it down on the more exciting factors of his civilian life. Civilian life. It was strange to say such a word and realize how it had applied to him for so long without even knowing. Just because he was part of this war didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the pleasures that regular civilian life had to offer, and whether it be his pride or his drunken state, he was positive that he could balance both perfectly. "If you're telling me to stop having fun, then no. I shant... and you can't make me."
That grip to his wrist, however, said otherwise, and Richard instinctively flinched but didn't immediately pull back even though he wanted to. All he wanted to do was get his attention and now that he had it, he wasn't quite sure if he wanted it anymore. The newly awakened lieutenant said nothing, listening to Krishna's every word and saying nothing, merely nodding his head meekly and happy to be released before he had the chance to hurt him again.
Yet when he did release him, he felt like he had allowed a golden opportunity slip by, and he watched in silence as Krishna rummaged through his fridge. It was around this time that Richard was finally able to pull himself to his feet, giving his wrapped neck a feel and forcing his hand away before he could receive another scolding from the man that gave him this wound but also addressed it. He had never seen this side of Krishna before, and it was rather enthralling. Even when it should have frightened him, he couldn't help but feel intrigued by him.
The jingling of cheap metal and the heavy thumps above him told him that Baldwin was trotting upstairs in his quest, and that encouraged Richard to make his way into the kitchen to make up for the loss opportunity. He knew that it was probably a game that he couldn't win, but he was willing to try, if only for a taste. When asked if he was hungry, Richard answered truthfully, before pressing a hand against the fridge door and closing it with such force that he was certain to get his house guests' attention. "Famished, Krishna... like you wouldn't believe. This whole... powering up thing... really takes it out of you."
There was no attempt to be subtle with Krishna- on a regular day, he was certain that he could seduce the pants off of any living thing, but tonight, he was tired, he was drunk, and he wanted a taste. He already had a taste of his strength, now he wanted a little honey to go with it. Only a taste...Quicksilver the Archangel AW, you know I love you. c:
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 9:33 pm
Krishna and Richard clearly had different ideas about what 'fun' meant. The florist snorted as he rummaged to see the other choices before him. Grape jelly... so peanut butter must be around, somewhere. Three--no, four--types of cheese. Butter. Milk. Apples, carrots, lettuce. The normal staples. The hungry man was a bit distracted, even if he had been given to conversation . He could tell the other man what to do, but he could not make him listen. Particularly if he did not care about worrying his Baldwin. The delicious delights that he had been destined to devour disappeared behind the closing door. Richard had wanted his partner's attention--and he had it. A curious gaze shifted to the confectioner's face, studying it as though trying to find a hidden message in a puzzle. Krishna did not deny that he was interested in the other man; their definition of 'interest' was merely different. For a few moments the silence stretched between them, until he asked the obvious question, "What do you want, Richard?" No judgment was implicit in his tone. There was nothing but a glint in his eyes that indicated he was asking anything more than what his partner wanted to eat from the refrigerator that had just closed.
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