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 Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 9:58 am
Nights like this it felt like you were perched on the edge of the world, the city laid out before them in a glittering carpet. He glanced briefly at his companion and then gazing back out over the city and shook his head with a small sigh.
“How was the infiltration meeting?”
He waved his hand vaguely. “Information was alright, warned a new recruit not to criticize too much, and promoted someone else.”
So small talk was still hard, particularly in uniform.
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 10:50 am
Ilmenite simply wasn't built for this sort of small talk; perched backwards on the edge of the roof, he watched Zink instead of the street below, white gloves curled over the lip of the building and hat settled at a jaunty angle so that it wouldn't block his field of vision. If nothing else, he looked amused. What else was new. Perhaps it was because it had been so long since he'd even seen Zink in uniform...
"I announced the building and got saluted a lot. Always entertaining." He sounded it, too, not quite rolling his eyes at the idea. No wonder he was still small fish in the organization, when even he found the idea of people saluting him ridiculous. "Who'd you promote?"
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 11:03 am
“Ah…Richtorite” He said after a moments thought and rubbed at his eyes. “He’s been a lieutenant for ages, hard to take someone seriously when their first weapon is a magic-the-gathering playing card.” He pursed his lips and shrugged. “We’ll have to see how he does now.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose and then added. “… I knew I forgot something.” Apparently he’d forgotten to mention the apartment complex. “Well, it’s the information team, if they don’t already know they need to work harder.” “Considered killing someone else, handed them off to Howlite instead. Benitonite ‘promoted’ Bazzite, so we’re up a youma.” He couldn’t keep the ire out of his voice even if he’d wanted to, and honestly he didn’t care to. It had been a damned foolish thing to do, and beyond foolish that a ‘information branch’ General had been so ignorant. There was really no excuse for it. “….SO…yes. Feel free to hand him your s**t work for a while.”
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 11:36 am
There was a breathless sort of beat, and then Ilmenite smiled at Zink, his head tipped to the side and the expression maybe just a bit sad. His fingers twitched where they grasped, and then one hand worked up through his hair, instead.
"...I don't know who any of those people are." It was slow, dry, disappointed in himself. This was what he was supposed to be good at. Hadn't he just said it to Remarque? He excelled at meeting people, making friends, but --
"I'll pretend it's because I've been away for so long, but I'm not sure that's true."
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 12:28 pm
Zink hesitated a moment and then rolled his shoulders in a small shrug. “There are too many of us.” He admitted after a moment. “Besides, you’re not ‘info team’, you aren’t…” he waved his hand at his uniform and sighed. “hmm…” He trailed off. “Benitoite is the one with the sort of ashy-hair. He’s just recently got it cut…sort of like mine. Wears a long blue coat, wields a spear. Last seen sulking.” “Bazzite, is now a youma, so that’s sort of beside the point I suppose. He has dragonfly wings, white hair, used to look like a ninja I suppose.” “Anyhow…you’re back now. You can make connections again, and you can… limit them as you so choose. Maybe recruit a few people.” “How is your leg?” He asked abruptly.
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 9:11 pm
They skated around the actual emotional issues, and Ilmenite watched Zink as he did it, taking in the way he shifted and moved, the nervous twitches and fidgets that, perhaps, someone else would miss. After a moment, he reached out to grab the front of his uniform and tugged him in, slowly, so that he could peel the mask off the lower half of Zink's face -- and that was all. Nothing more inappropriate than that. But he nodded, like that was much better, and hung onto that coat.
"It's achy and weird, and getting pushed around by that crazy Lieutenant doesn't help a whole lot." A lie, that. It definitely was helping. It just hurt before it helped. "But I think the limp's fading out."
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 7:22 am
Zink’s arm slid carefully, exaggerated casual to rest behind Ever, not quite pulling him in but he could catch him if something happened. Given his strength as general king he could likely hold him too.
“Should I get you a cane for your birthday?” a quirk of a smile tugged the corner of his mouth like a thread. “Belated I mean, has to be better than green apple vodka.”
“I take it you mean the gym though, it’ll get better.”
He rolled his shoulders slightly, an approximation of a shrug that died in the attempt.
“Glad you’re back.”
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 10:00 am
"Someone has to be." It was slow, self-deprecating, with a flash of a grin -- and not entirely untrue. Other than Zac, who had missed him when he was away? A sobering thought, and something he had to work on, this time around. He stayed where he was, just shifting slightly to stretch his legs out around Zink, and tipped his head back. For once, he was the shorter, peering up into Zink's face instead.
"You should make use of me, while I'm here. It's why I'm here. Give me something to do that you don't want to."
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 7:23 pm
“I really have no idea what I could assign you that I haven’t already… I mean I saddled you with Typhon, he’d drive me nuts but I suspect that you can tolerate him a lot better than I can.” He pursed his lips slightly and tipped his head…I realize you’re infiltration but any filing you could do, any… forms you could fill out for the new database would be appreciated.” He ran a hand through Ever’s hair after a moment. “Mmm…why the hell can I always think of things I wish other people would do when there is no one around to do it?” He waved a hand frustrated.
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 10:05 pm
Thank God Zink was distracted; focused on trying to come up with something, and then Ilmenite's hair. He tipped his head down into the touch, and was only too glad to hide his expression. Typhon was, perhaps, more of a hassle than Zink knew, but not the kind that drove him nuts -- or well -- s**t.
"You have my number." This came out perfectly him, though, dry, shaking his head and peering sideways up at Zink. Usually, it was true. Maybe not so much, right now. "Next time you think of something, just call me up. I doubt I'll be doing anything else important..."
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 8:14 am
“I have your ADDRESS” he countered with a smirk, that faded after a moment as he tipped his head studiously. He looked perhaps, a bit like an owl when he did that. “Unless you’re not planning on staying.” He added thoughtfully, the former smile drifting to a downward curve.
“… What’s on your mind? Pretend we’re not in uniform if that helps.” He added with a touch of his own dryness. His eyebrow quirked up for a moment and he added as an after thought, ‘Unless Typhon is more of a pain than even I gave credit for.”
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 9:26 am
That hit too close to home, so Ilmenite did the only thing he could think of as a distraction: he tugged Zink down, this time, for a kiss, slow and certainly not professional, with the younger man still settled close between his knees. It was, perhaps, a bit sneaky. And probably not something Zink wanted him doing, while they were both in uniform. So it was, at least, carefully short --
"-- I think I have to run around and meet more people." He licked his lips, considering being less good, his eyes narrowed and focused on Zink's mouth. "You should give me names, or addresses, I can go surprise them. It'll be exciting for everyone."
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 9:32 am
Some of the stonework popped under Zink’s hands at the kiss, no matter how brief there were some reactions that he still had to work on. A fine crack now ran from where his fingers had squeezed, he hadn’t minded the kiss per say, it was the public nature of it.
He reached up and tugged at his mask, not quite pulling it up but almost. Still, how much less professional can you get than being tucked between knees? He scrubs a thumb over the crack and makes himself relax.
“If you’d like.” He replies with a small nod. “I can get you a list and some addresses. I suspect a few of them still don’t even realize we know where they live. It could be a –riot-.”
The tone is dry but carries a vague hint of amusement.
“I could assign you a team.”
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 11:03 am
"I don't want you to assign me s**t." Maybe he should have let Zink pull away, should have recognized the discomfort -- but no. Instead he clung to the lapels of his coat to keep him close, his head tipped back but eyes at leash flicking up to meet Zink's now. The words were joking, but the tone -- that was serious.
"If I wanted a team I'd...I don't know. Ask around for one. I'd rather come and go. I'm serious about the names, though, I don't mind dropping in and giving them a hard time." Ilmenite raised both eyebrows, slowly. "It might even do them some good."
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 8:49 pm
“No team then…” He shrugged and glanced back out over the city. “I’ll get you a list of names though. I think I can come up with a few people that need a good shake up.” He nodded slightly.
He hesitated a moment and then ran a hand through Ever’s hair again, it left a small smudge of stone dust from the tip of a glove on his forehead, and he brushed a thumb at that.
“Hey.” He said and worried that crack a little more before leaning down and giving Ilmenite another kiss, then tugged his mask up.
“Quality over quantity, for who misses you.” He smirked
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