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 Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 9:34 pm
Something about the dead of night made him feel so very alive.
Ever since the emergence of his new power, Alois became increasingly keen to going out at night. He'd always enjoyed the cool night air and the seductive ambience of nocturnal nightlife, but he'd never seen it in quite this light before. No longer was he prowling around nightclubs or meandering the streets looking for a unique breed of person. He didn't have to. It wasn't about just going out and getting wasted, or seeing who he could con into a straw sale. No, nights were different now. They were far more exciting than before, solely due to this new power.
Nights became almost predatory.
Though he gleaned only a rudimentary understanding of the war between chaos and order, he fixated on one fact that he found utterly exhilarating: he could beat the absolute s**t out of people and not face charges for it. Thanks to the emergence of this alter ego Bischofite, he didn't have to care who played witness to his crimes. He had been told to target knights and senshi exclusively, but he was far more inclined to explore the limits of his power before he bothered with these costumed imbeciles parading around and exploiting civilians.
Well, whatever. Alois, or perhaps he should call himself Bischofite now, was more interested in getting a feel for the extent of his new power before he harassed or killed any other unusually gifted individuals. Though, he wondered in passing how he'd tell the difference between his own team and the enemy's.
From what he'd learned thus far, he could jump from rooftop to rooftop without much effort. He could also jump far higher than before, which meant he could probably learn to scale buildings with ease by jumping off the walls or something. Seemed like a lot of work, and he wasn't inclined to practice it in the middle of the night. No, he'd much rather see who had the misfortune of straying into his path. He wanted to test out this new strength he'd been briefed on, and it didn't matter to him who suffered from it. Maybe he'd get lucky and find one of these order miscreants and beat the s**t out of them.
What he had noticed, however, was far from what he expected. As he peered over the precipice of a building, he set his sights upon an unusually dressed girl in an alley, pinning a man against the wall. Someone else lay unconscious behind her, or dead, he couldn't tell from that distance. Bischofite surmised the girl on the floor must've been a girlfriend to the man who appeared under duress. He couldn't make out what he was saying from that distance, but he figured it was likely pleading for his life, or offering money to leave him alone or something of the sort. However, what he witnessed next brought painful memories to mind.
The girl sunk her hand into the man's chest and pulled out a peculiar looking object, and the man sunk to the floor immediately afterward. Was he unconscious as well now? And what the hell was that thing in her hand? Perhaps he'd investigate.
He leapt from the precipice nimbly, and landed atop the lid of a dumpster. "Hey," He called before approaching her. "What're you doing?" As he drew closer to the scene, he realized a rather harrowing detail - both of those people were dead, which meant he was facing a murderer.
Well s**t.
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 12:02 pm
General Painite was on the hunt tonight. Her mood was low, and that restless need for blood and mayhem was nearly overwhelming. it drove her, made her seek the shadows not to hide in them, not for long, but to use them to flex her strength.
She wasn't going to hide away and let her power wither. She had been given the gift of chaos for a purpose, and that was not to bide her time. She was powerful now, she was experienced and skilled and she knew she could take on anything that was thrown at her. Or she threw herself at.
So why hide? Why stay silent?
She was stalking a sweet looking couple that was taking a nice evening stroll together. They must have just had dinner together, wobbling and bumping into each other and erupting into fits of giggles each time. They seemed to have had a good night, and from the looks of how closely they walked, how intimately they spoke to one another, it was far from over.
Well, that was what they thought, anyway.
She made short work of the pair, almost not knowing what she was doing, losing track of her own movements and acting on impulse, directed by some strange force. Or not too strange. Chaos. She felt the aura of another Negaverse soldier, a Lieutenant it seemed, and glanced in that direction. She saw him perched on the dumpster and smiled leisurely when she saw it wasn't someone she knew.
Newbies made her happy.
"Just having a bit of fun. I've never seen you before. A new recruit, are you?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 10:13 pm
She had an accent. It was faded, washed out presumably from spending so much time here, but he could still detect it. Even though English was his second language, the difference between a British speaker and an American speaker was as apparent as the difference between a German speaker and an Austrian speaker in his native tongue. He appreciated that - at least he found someone else who wasn't native to Destiny City, or even this country.
"Somesing like zat." Killing people was a bit of fun? How bizarre, if not a little exciting. If these were the kind of people who he would call allies, then he was on a side he'd never leave. Murder... he hadn't considered it before. Then again, as Bischofite the consequences didn't quite apply to him. Perhaps she wouldn't mind showing him how she did it, and he could possibly help her out. Given how she reacted to him, he didn't think he was next on her hit list.
That was a relief.
"What're zose?" Bischofite gestured toward the bizarre crystals lying in the palm of her hand. He hadn't seen anything like that before; was it some power they had as agents of chaos? No - it came out of his chest, right? Why fabricate something inside of someone's chest? It had to have belonged to the civilian then - but what the hell was it?
He slipped off the dumpster nimbly and approached her. He wanted a better look at the crystals, as well as the state of the civilians. As for the crystals, they were impossibly shiny, and looked as if they had a faint glow, unless his eyes were deceiving him. He wanted to hold one; were they warm to the touch since they came out of someone's chest? Maybe, maybe not. Regardless, she must've wanted them quite badly if she was willing to kill for them. What could they possibly do for her, though?
The woman lay across the ground, almost as if she fainted and fell backward. She looked as if she was staring at something a thousand yards away, not unlike war veterans that were far too affected by their experiences. However, her eyes were glazed over. Dead. Unconscionably dark. Her clothes pooled around her, her skirt just above mid-thigh. Her blouse lay open at the bottom and furled outward from her waist. She only had one ring on, what looked like an engagement ring, and the diamond in the center lay pressed against the concrete. She looked like a doll in her own way.
The man, on the other hand, was slumped against the wall. His spine bent as far as the muscles would allow, and he sagged forward toward his feet. Bischofite couldn't see his face, though he could tell the man wasn't breathing. Dead too. It must've had something to do with those crystals. "Tell me how you killed zem. I want to know."
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 10:45 am
"That's the problem with you kids these days," she hummed wistfully, turning the starseeds around in her palm like those metal balls that were supposed to be calming, "you get welcomed into a soft and cushy Negaverse, where starseeds are a secondary concern, and not the first topic of training when you awaken. Some of you never even learn how to drain a person of their energy. In my day..."
She trailed off on purpose, grinning. She was obviously not that old, in her mid twenties, and she was too small and perky to be acting like a jaded old man, recalling the good old days. But that was how it felt, sometimes, when she was faced with a new recruit that did not know all the things she had known in her days as a Lieutenant.
If this were her world, things would be so much different.
"These, if you didn't guess, are starseeds," she slid closer to him, holding out her hand so he could see the glittery little gems. They were pretty, but in the scheme of things they were still a startlingly simple thing that had such a vast importance attached to them. Little crystals that carried a life. Carried the potential for Order or Chaos. So important, and yet most people went their entire lives without ever knowing they were there.
These two people, for example, had died not knowing just what they were losing. The man, maybe, had a better idea, but still.
"Do you remember when you were awakened?" She moved to him and smiled innocently, putting her hand on his chest. She pushed her hand through his clothes, his skin and muscle, until her fingers had wrapped around the starseed, like it and her hand existed on a different plane to the rest of his body.
"This little thing here. This is your starseed. If I were to pull it out and show it to you, you would die. If I were to try and push more chaos into it, it would break. And you don't want to see what happens then." She grinned and pulled her hand back out, her expression changing from playful and teasing to almost warm.
"It's as easy as that. To kill someone, I mean. You don't always need blood and guts and violence. Though, that can be fun, sometimes, too." Her eyes flashed and she took a step back from him, calling her weapon to her hand. She held the spear in one hand, and the two starseeds in the other.
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 11:31 am
Alois watched the starseeds intently. The clarion light of the moon reflected in them strangely. They seemed otherworldly in their creation, like something he'd never expect to find on earth. Maybe they were from another planet, much like the senshi and knights he was supposed to be fighting. Suddenly the reality he knew seemed touched by fantasy. He couldn't back out of this now; though the thought of returning to normalcy was inviting, he liked the taste of power he had thus far.
However, he yearned mournfully for a reality that no longer existed for him now.
When she'd trailed off, his sharp gaze shifted back to her. Her eyes... He'd never seen such a pale green before. They were unnerving in their feverish confidence. "In your day?" He scoffed. "You're what, my age?" Maybe slightly older. He'd be able to predict her age more accurately if he could take his eyes off that unnaturally pale green.
Starseeds, however, proved a good distraction. As she stepped closer, he once again examined the strange little marbles. He recognized a certain importance in them, and they bore a certain bizarreness that he couldn't quite put his finger on, but at the same time they looked as ordinary as little glass balls. What were they good for? Why pull them out of someone's chest? He wanted to know, but he didn't want to look like a complete idiot in front her her, and she could probably already tell he wasn't clear on their application since he wasn't clear on what they were.
Alois shifted to place his hand on his hip as he registered her question. When she placed her hand on his chest, his heart quickened a beat. She's forward. He thought as his mind meandered off the topic of discussion. He didn't mind her hand there, it was just that no one had done so in an immeasurably long time. It was a feeling he rather missed.
Until her hand sunk into his chest.
The color drained from his face, yet he made no move to pull her hand out. As she had already told him, she could simply rip it out and he'd die. He didn't want to assist her in doing so, either. "... Don't do zat." He eked out, much too petrified to move. It was strange; here she was, standing in front of him, helping him face death. It was an all too harrowing experience, one he didn't want to relive. He didn't like learning that this soul he only recently discovered was so fragile, so weak. Was it by some fault of his own, or was it natural?
As she pulled her hand back out, sans starseed, he let out a sigh of relief. At least he wouldn't have to relive the horrific turn of events that established his identity as Bischofite. "Benitoite called zem souls." He replied matter-of-factly. It seemed a fitting name for them. Starseed sounded childish and misleading. It wasn't a name that bore the sheer importance of such a minute artifact. He'd be immeasurably pleased if he emerged from this meeting without his soul being fractured or simply withdrawn from his body, but the thought of his life being so finite led to an exhilarating rush.
There was a lot to this girl, and she was really beginning to grow on him. Though it was disappointing to hear that the removal of a starseed lacked any blood or gore, he was still curious as to the purpose of usurping it. However, before he could ask, she'd (unfortunately) placed some distance between them and... now she had a spear? Where the devil did that come from? He groaned. "Don't stab me wis' zat." The thought of death by impalement put a damper on his mood. Was she crazy enough to attack him? If she was, he wouldn't realistically stand much of a chance - all he had to defend himself were jelly bracelets, not the familiar knife he'd typically carried around.
This time, he approached her, and traipsed his fingers along the near the tip of her weapon. It felt cold, unyielding. Well-crafted. She held a weapon worthy of a fight, and him? It was probably stolen out of a teenager's backpack at best. "Or are you going to show me how to kill someone in a much more interesting way?" After tapping his fingers abruptly near the tip of the weapon, he withdrew his hand.
He wouldn't mind fighting her. She'd look good kicking his a**, though he'd never admit that aloud.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 10:11 am
Painite liked the way he looked terrified, the way he tensed and had no idea what to do with himself. Of course, her hand had been touching his starseed, and he had just seen what happened when she pulled them out. In his position, she would be nervous as well. But she had no intention of killing him.
She liked him too much already for that.
No, she wouldn't kill him, but she wouldn't take things easy on him either. He was about to get a crash course in Negaverse knowledge, old and new. She was not that old, not really, but she was one of the more experienced members of the Negaverse these days, and that meant something to her. Maybe she really was letting go of her civilian life, even judging her age by her experience with Chaos.
"Benitoite can be a bit of a romantic," Painite snorted, shaking her head. Souls. That might have been true, but to hear it out loud made it seem a little too poetic in a way that was not ironic or witty. She was sure she had called them souls before, but at the moment she felt it was too small a word. "This is a life. It's more than just a soul, isn't it? Without this, there is no being alive. And I've seen people live without souls."
Her expression was difficult read for a moment. Dark and wistful at once. It cleared, though, and she tapped the bottom of her spear against the pavement beneath her.
"Don't stab you with it? Now what good would a spear be if it didn't do what it was built for? And what good would I be if I listened every time someone told me not to stab them," she laughed lightly at that, and her accent was more evident in her laugh. She let him examine the weapon though, watching him quietly.
"I can show you that, if you think you're tough enough for it. You look a little scrawny for me. How about you give me your best shot, and I'll see if you're worth working with." She smiled at him, leaning on her spear as she teased him a little bit. If he had any buttons, she wanted to push them.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 5:15 pm
Lithia_Brandon Lolol I suck doggy buttholes :/ I didn't see this response! Also feel free to do pretty much anything aside from compound fractures!
He couldn't find a single trace any any Seele in her eyes. How fascinating. No presence of soul darkened those unnaturally bright, feverish eyes of hers.
Bischofite was rather taken aback by the woman's chiding response. To his knowledge, they were on the same side. Unless he was mistaken... He was predisposed to making missteps in this vast and limitless world he'd recently been introduced to. Still, that ornate spear looked a formidable weapon, and he was inclined to find out what such a petite woman could do with it. She looked nearly a foot shorter than him, yet he was the one wielding an abysmally small and ineffective weapon. Maybe it was misogynist to think so, but shouldn't he be the one wielding a spear here?
"Do you expect me to go asking you to stab me wis' it?" He didn't appreciate being made a fool of, and her words mildly irritated him. One would figure she would abstain from attacking teammates, but given her propensity for violence, maybe that wasn't such a farfetched idea for her. She already killed two civilians without remorse, was it supposed to be somehow impacting to her if she wounded a new recruit? He huffed. "I'm not interested in getting skewered tonight." He considered calling her a midget, but pissing her off looked like a terrible idea, if the civilians were any hint.
... Scrawny? Really? 135 pounds of muscle and bone was scrawny, now? She couldn't possibly be more than a hundred herself, given her slight stature. How infuriating; how the ******** could she call him scrawny when she probably weighed in the double digits? He could probably pitch her a good ten feet, maybe even more with his newfound power. "You're ******** joking. Scrawny?" His lip twitched into a sneer. "If I'm scrawny, zen you're one spindly little s**t." His accent brought out the harshness of his consonants.
She was so wholly different from anyone else he'd encountered before. Benitoite stressed the importance of preserving the lives of civilians, of thanklessly protecting them from this farfetched alien invasion. Yet, this rather unassuming woman was the antithesis to his statements. Civilians were fodder, and she whisked away their starseeds for a currently unknown reason. Maybe they were souvenirs from an exhilarating venture into the depths of Destiny City. Maybe they served a purpose he was unaware of. It didn't matter; she intrigued him greatly, and awoke an impeccably astute sense of mortality within him.
He should break that beautiful face of hers.
Though his 'weapons' were useless, Bischofite wasn't a complete stranger to using his fists. That wasn't to say he was quite good with them, but he could throw a proper punch. And try he did, as he lunged in Painite's direction, in an attempt to break that delicate nose of hers.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 10:15 pm
"That's General Spindly Little s**t to you, Lieutenant," she said with a fairly flirtatious smile, a luscious look of relaxed playfulness coloring her expression, her bright eyes flashing. She tapped her spear on the floor again, a habit borne from amusement as much as it was impatience. It was a force of habit, really, a little quirk that she did subconsciously, like flexing her fingers or batting her eyes. Her spear was as much a part of her as anything else.
Painite had been playing this game too long to feel pity for those caught in the cross fire of their war. Once upon a time, she might have felt guilty for wasting civilian lives, and had to justify their use in her traps and games. She tried to conserve, do things fairly, use only what she had to, to further her career and the goals of the negaverse.
Now, however, she saw things differently. She was better than them, and the strongest survived all too easily. She had no reason to hide her own power, to shy away from using what powers she was given for their real purposes. She was going to steal heartseeds and she was going to drain energy. More than that, she was going to kill and torment the Senshi, so those that did survive did so in misery. Under the thumb of Chaos.
To her, it was simple. Why everyone else chose to complicate things but trying to throw morals in to the mix was beyond her. They were villains. Why not accept it? It wasn't like their power came from the good will and kindness of the universe: it was created from the negative emotions of all things. It was the darkness and shadows, the most dangerous and wicked places of the entire cosmos that powered them. That they even dared to call home.
It was all too obvious to Painite, and she aimed to make it obvious to everyone else.
She watched the Lieutenant as he charged, and her playful demeanor changed. It was subtle and stark at once. Just a shift, a twitch of her smile that turned it into a wicked grin. Her eyes flashed. She moved and was out of the way of his punch before he really had time to throw it, her nose a safe distance away, and her spear was angled away from her, the pointed blade now pointing at the floor. She had already slashed it, and the way she stared at him indicated she was waiting for him to notice.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 10:41 pm
It didn't surprise him that his attack didn't connect. Someone who egged him on had confidence in their abilities, and she had already indicated she was on par with Benitoite via identifying her rank (and he rather liked how she did it, too). He remembered his uncanny teleportation; it made sense if she used the same approach.
His inertia ceased, and he drew to a stop a few feet away. Upon looking around, he spotted her some distance behind him. As he tried to turn, a distinct stinging sensation shot up his left side and across his chest. He winced; why the sudden pain? Though their passing was quick, he didn't recall any immediate attacks on her part. Bischofite remembered his corrupting officer's instruction that generals are far faster and stronger than he, but did that mean their movements were nearly imperceptible to the human eye?
It must have. As he reached toward the origin of the throbbing pain, he felt a cooling dampness spreading across his uniform. It wasn't hard to make the deduction that he was bleeding; he didn't even have to look. But for it to span from his lower left side and across his chest... That was a sweeping strike. One that he didn't even notice. "Scheiß'... How ze ******** did you do that?" Even reorienting his body toward the general coaxed pain out of the deep gash.
No matter how many times he reiterated the short assault in his mind, he simply could not come up with the moment when her spear connected with his body. How was it possible to obtain that kind of proficiency with her weapon? Was it a hallmark of all generals to wield spears effectively?
The stinging slowly ebbed into burning, throbbing. The gold wing on his uniform was now marred with blood, though the flat black bore little indication of the injury. "How was zat even possible?" It felt every bit as audacious as the story that Alexandre wove for him days ago. An alien menace, humans teleporting and inflicting grievous injury without any precursors... How was his mind supposed to digest all this?
However, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that she did not just defeat him. Perhaps in assaulting her again, she would repeat her same movements and he might be left with an imprint of the attack. And if he could spot it, he might possibly replicate it in the future. How he'd manage that without assistance was anyone's guess, but at least he'd have the general idea of how it's done. Would she impart him with that kind of luck, though? She seemed the type to take great joy in tantalizing someone with her skill, and refrain form imparting that knowledge.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 11:17 pm
Painite enjoyed his confusion.
It was true, he was not one of her usual play things. He was a member of the negaverse, blessed with the same power as she was. He just did not know how to use it, or just what was ahead of him. She was giving him a taste of it, albeit by using the 'hard way' method of teaching.
Still, she couldn't help but have a little fun with it: she was like a cat with a mouse, batting her little prey around like it was a play thing. Even though she was not going to kill him, not like she aimed to do with the senshi, she was still going to show him just who she was. It wasn't fear she wanted from him, but respect. Begrudging or otherwise.
Strength, above all else, was hard to deny.
"It's possible through Chaos. You didn't just get a new set of clothes and some party tricks. You got power. And the more you learn to wield it, the more you prove yourself, the stronger that power will become." She watched him as he charged her again, grinning at his gumption. She vanished, though, as he swung for her, appearing behind him and sticking the bottom of her spear out between his legs.
Now she was just messing with him.
"You have potential, but you have a long way to go just yet."
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 11:34 pm
If there was anything he could walk home with today, aside from scars, it was the knowledge that persevering through the Negaverse's atrocious sense of humor and displaying ruthless aggression would spur him through the ranks. That is, assuming this misleading woman was a proper example. Despite her size, she was immeasurably lethal with that spear. Were he on the enemy's side, his first inclination would be to snap it in half. And possibly thrust one of the splintered pieces into her eye.
Or perhaps not; he was growing rather fond of the pale green. The throat would be a better target.
Still, he would not stand idly by and admit defeat to a girl who was so obviously toying with him. Maybe it was playing into her hands, maybe it only mildly irritated her, but he would try his hand once more. He needed to see her movements again. More accurately, he needed to see them for the first time, and only an admittedly ineffectual attack would reveal that information.
After another attempted left hook, he found his fist merely cutting the air, and as he tried to steady himself and turn around, his normally fluid movement was halted by the shaft of her spear. Without any means to steady himself, he hit the pavement roughly, and grunted upon impact. It wasn't exactly a graceful fall, either. How ridiculous did he look right now? On second thought, he didn't want to know.
Bischofite was also no closer to discovering her movements. She seemed to simply vanish upon his approach.
After slowly sitting up and rubbing out the stray rocks that pressed into his face, he regarded her with a suspicious golden gaze. "You're teleporting, aren't you?" Her disappearances were curiously similar to the teleporting Benitoite was prone to, and was a skill he had yet to encounter from someone else. Since he couldn't recall her even sidestepping him, that seemed the only logical conclusion. She could teleport, and he couldn't. She had a weapon, and he basically didn't. She could strike him, and he couldn't counter her blows.
Bischofite rose to his feet, grimacing as a foreign object pressed deeply into the gash. A rock, he'd noted, as he pulled the piece out. "If I haf' such a long way to go, zen why don't you cut to ze chase instead of ******** wis' me?" He was loathe to be made a fool of, and despite the girl's charm, he found himself growing hot under the collar due to her petulant antics.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 11:52 pm
Painite smiled at him. It was such an innocent look, her small stature and bright eyes only playing it up and making it almost believable. All the anger and vicious delight had left her gaze, and she seemed... well. Normal. Except that she was leaning on her spear like it was a cane, though too tall for her, and some of his blood painted its bladed tip.
"I am teleporting, indeed. Well, that time I was. When you're a General, if you make it, you'll be able to do it with relative ease, as well. Captains can, as well, but it drains their energy much more. See? You're learning."
She laughed lightly, honestly enjoying herself, and she banished her weapon. It simply ceased to be, sliding into a pocket of nega space that was saved just for it. She stood lightly on her feet, rocking back on her heels with her arms behind her now.
"I'm not ******** with you, Lieutenant Potty Mouthite," She said, with a leisurely shake of her head. "I'm teaching you. I'm showing you what you might be able to do with your power some day. And I'm seeing what you can do now. You've been teaching me this whole time, as well."
She moved closer to him, offering him one of the almost forgotten starseeds she had pulled.
"Here, you'll feel better quickly. There are so many things for you to learn, but I think you'll do well. Better than most, in fact. You're strong, capable, and you've got that fiery will in you. You're angry, but that's not a bad thing. You're a soldier now. If you stay focused, you'll be more than that in no time."
She was close, looking up at him since she was quite a bit shorter than he was. It was as if she was looking for something in his expression, in his eyes or maybe even deeper inside him, while she spoke and held the starseeds out to him.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 12:34 am
"Bischofite," He corrected. Sometimes English humor sounded downright stupid, and her little quip proved it. She was a peculiar little creature, alternating between bloodthirsty and strangely disarming. He wasn't sure what to make of it, as he preferred both sides of her for different reasons, despite her violence being misdirected at him. "And I doubt I'f taught you anysing." Other than that he lacked such a precise grip on combat, and that he was missing a great deal of knowledge about this bizarre new reality.
Her weapon dissipated much like Benitoite's. Perhaps it was a trait of generals. Or perhaps the weapon was never really there at all. Was it some sort of magical construct?
Before he could ask, she offered him one of the starseeds that rested in the palm of her hand. Gingerly, he plucked one of the peculiar little orbs and examined it. Its intricacies kept his eyes on the object, and he watched it even as he spoke. "What am I supposed to do wis' zese?" How was holding a shiny rock supposed to help him feel better? Did she expect him to rub it on the injury like a salve or something? Rather than making a fool out of himself by following suit on his assumptions, he tore his gaze away from the hypnotizing starseed and regarded her instead.
He felt rather uneasy listening to her compliments. It was like she was evaluating him without prompt. He never asked for her opinion, and frankly, he didn't enjoy hearing it. Compliments were a rarity in his life, something his family deduced he didn't need, yet to heed them from a girl who was undeniably fascinating... No, he didn't want to think about that. Not now.
The way she fixated on him was curious, and a little creepy. More creepy than curious, honestly. "... What? Somesing on my face?" Bischofite edged backward to widen the distance between the two. That unrelenting stare of hers was unnerving at best. Unfortunately, the wall behind him prevented him from going far. He was wedged between a woman of questionable sanity and an impassable wall. He wasn't sure if her scrutiny coaxed fear out of him, but inwardly he found it rather thrilling.
Normally he would meet the girl's gaze without faltering. However, not only could this tiny girl kick his a** without even trying, but she managed to remind him of his delicate existence. His chest hurt (all the way down to his side) just thinking about it; she could've easily ripped his starseed out and left him for dead, but she toyed with him instead. Whether she sought to manipulate his pride, or his emotions, he didn't know. One thing was for certain - she was doing it damned well.
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 12:57 pm
"Bischo..." she started, with a confident nod of her head in her attempt to correct herself. It might have worked, if she hadn't stumbled over his name halfway through. She made a face and contemplated trying again, but she would have to hear him say it again before she tried to repeat it.
She'd get it eventually.
She let him take the starseed, though, tilting his head at him and laughing at his comments. Not at him, not really, just a light, teasing lilt of a sound. She was honestly amused now, as if she hadn't just been trying to slice him to ribbons moments before. It was not as stark a change is it might have been, either. There was a strange rhythm to her attitude, and it almost made sense that she was now happy and laughing.
This was all just who she was.
And it was. She was free with her compliments for her Lieutenants when they earned them, and she did enjoy meeting fellow officers. Especially ones with guts and potential, and weren't just content to follow their orders blindly. The ones that showed they had their own ability to think and act, and weren't bound by the ideas the 'new' negaverse was trying to promote.
"You have a very nice face, don't worry. I was just thinking. Waiting. Eat that starseed, it's not going to do any good in your palm. The energy in it will heal your wounds: it's another perk of your new tie to Chaos. Eat it and relax a bit, the lesson's over. I promise I won't attack you again, tonight."
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 12:32 am
Was German so hard to pronounce? He listened to her stumbling over the word, and looked at her quizzically. "Bischofite isn't zat hard to say, is it?" Sometimes it was hard to believe that the majority of English was Germanic, especially when he listened to English speakers botch his native language. It's not like he asked her to say rückwärts or something complex.
What a strange woman... She was more than capable of wielding a spear, yet incapable of saying his name. She could alternate between murderous and cheerful seamlessly. Of all the people he'd met and been blessed with the opportunity to hate, she was wholly different. How could that be? He was certain he'd met just about every possible personality type in the scope of mankind, and she broke every predictable mold he'd recognized. He could appreciate that, along with her inhuman skill with her weapon. Considering she could've easily impaled him, he wondered why there were still senshi left on this earth.
Maybe she enjoyed hunting them for sport. It didn't seem like a bad idea, and skewering them all one senshi at a time probably brought great joy to one's life.
Bischofite looked over the starseed one last time. "Eat it, huh?" She asked him to essentially eat someone's life force, which she held in her palm as if it were no more than a mere trinket. He found it superfluous to stand around considering the philosophical nature behind the act, and popped it into his mouth nonchalantly. The person it belonged to is already dead; he may as well ensure that the starseed doesn't go to waste. Though, he doubted she would waste them at all. Despite her outwardly nonsensical actions, he suspected there was a pattern involved. Would she kill for no reason? Maybe, but there's got to be something more to it than that.
She was right about the starseed. It was as if his wounds nearly dissipated from his body, and left little evidence of their fight (sans the tear in his uniform). Bizarre. Idly he wondered who initially discovered that. Was it her? It likely took a fractured mind to consider eating the life force of others, without even knowing of its effects. Despite the origins of the practice, it was surprisingly effective. No, more than that. He found himself energized along as well as healed, which was more than he expected.
"What's your name?" General Short-and-Surprisingly-Easy-to-Get-Along-With seemed much too long a name to call her. He leaned back against the wall and regarded her easily; she looked the type to pick a special name for herself, certainly something better than the nondescript 'Benitoite'. "I'll need somesing to call you besides leprechaun next time I find you." And perhaps next time he'd be the one pulling the starseeds.
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