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 Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 11:44 pm
"Tonight was a good one," Buddingtonite said, continuing his trek back home in a most unorthodox manner. He didn't take to the rooftops, nor any dark alleys, and while he could have easily have teleported himself to his home, he opted out. No, tonight, he wanted to walk home. Powered up and fresh from the 'kill', he was feeling rather confident this evening, enough to feel completely safe and no care who or what would have detected him. "Got my quota of energy AND a little to spare- I can make a killing if I decide to sell this."
Could he do that? He was already saving his scraps for Amethyst, but he was doing that out of the kindness of her heart and kinship. As his "mentor" figure, he owed it to keep enough on the side for him, given his occupation. But could he sell it to others who weren't pulling their weight, or otherwise couldn't? Sure, he knew he shouldn't have cared, and he honestly didn't, if they were punished, but he figured that if their numbers were so minuscule compared to that of the White Moon Court, could they really afford to chase any help they could get away by punishing them? Then there was the matter of if it was morally right to charge his fellow officers, but then again, he was taking energy and sometimes starseeds from the civilians they swore to protect... what did he care what was morally right?
As his mind wondered to such things, he got closer and closer to his house, his senses on alert but not calibrated to encompass anything that didn't give off an Order or Chaos aura. Which meant he was walking blind to any possible civilians, whether they be Senshi or a Knight in disguise, or even one of his own. But what did he care? They tried causing trouble with him? He'd simply take their energy as well... or try to teleport away to safety.
Yes, that was always a good option as well. For now, he was completely content to spend the right of his trip home contemplating on how he could sell his extra energy and what kind of discounts he could work for the ones he liked.
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Posted: Wed May 29, 2013 12:12 am
Tonight was one of those nights were everything was wet and alight drizzle fell from the sky. Everything was darkened by the rain including his hair, and his uniform, but it didn't seem to bother the blond. He had done his energy collecting for the night and was sitting in the rain. It was refreshing and the smell which came with the rain was nice, soothing, something he wished he had a candle or oil incense of. Resting on a bench on the side walk, one of a few int he area, the blonds head was tipped back, and eyes closed. People could pass him and whisper for all he cared. He felt nothing but the brush of a Captain near by. Would they seek him out? Maybe, maybe not
Maybe he should find a place to power down and return to his bench then? Yes, right now this was most certainly his bench. And while he normally disliked being out in the rain it was different tonight. He had his energy to collect, and rain or not he had to work, and he simply didn't care to go home and turn in. Didn't care that he was wet and could catch a cold, he'd figure something out if he did.
His mind was busy wandering down various paths. Going over the recent events of his life, both powered and civilian. A lot had happened after all, and he hadn't had time to think on it all and clear things from his mind. For a single moment he had a desire for a hot drink, espresso, and almost roused himself enough to get up and head for a cafe. But he just didn't get up. He just hadn't the energy, will, or care to at the moment. His thoughts too important and consuming.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 12:10 am
Buddingtonite was no fan of the rain, and he wanted nothing more than to get out of the weather as soon as possible. The best solution would have been to teleport, and he was preparing himself for the shifting scenery and the breathlessness that would take him shortly after when he felt the ping of a strong, Chaos aura hit his senses. "Oh, a General nearby! I suppose I could go report in, maybe get their opinion on the matter."
Perhaps not the best thing to do, considering which General it may have been. He might have lucked out and found a General that shared the same entrepreneurism as he had, and never one to pass a good opportunity up without at least a sniff of the reward, the Captain moved towards the stronger energy signature.
The light drizzle did nothing to deter his good mood and never before was he happy to have his Soldat steel cap, as it was doing a wonderful job in keeping the rain out of his eyes and face. The same couldn't be said for the Negaverse General he walked in on, and he could tell, even from this distance, that something was on General Benitoite's mind. He was initially going to saunter in, show off his collection and segway into the topic of selling his extras, but the sight of him just sort of laying there killed the notion.
But not for too long. Never one to allow such things to sullen the mood, Buddingtonite worked his charm, announcing himself in such a manner that held hope in lightening the mood. "Would you look at all this energy I've gathered, General! Why... I have so many that I have absolutely no idea how I am suppose to hold them! Perhaps you wouldn't mind helping?"
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 12:17 am
The feeling of something, of a chaos aura, hit him and for a moment was ignored. It wasn't someone of the white moon, that would have roused him from where his mind had currently wandered itself, but instead his mind remained where it was for some long moments. He was just recently starting to sort his life out, to bring it back round to where it had previously been. He had to thank Alois for that, though he wasn't so sure he would do that aloud to the German native.
Maybe he should find out his likes, disliked, and get him something? Maybe a gift basket even? It was an idea which caused his lips to twitch in something of an attempt at trying to smile. He wasn't sure what the other would think if he gifted him with something, he could be...volatile at times. He supposed it's what he got for forcing a corruption.
He hadn't expected to be approached, though perhaps he should have expected it, and tilting his head to the side he let his eyes slowly, almost lazily, drift open as they landed on the red head. "A good night Buddingtonite?" He asked staring at the other for a moment before his eyes blinked. Rain dripped down his hair, clung to eye lashes and framed blue gray eyes, and rain dripped down from his face to his cloth covered chest. "How can I help Captain?" Smiling, though it didn't quiet reach his eyes, he straightened himself and slowly turned to fully face him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 3:12 am
Yes, something was definitely amiss with General Benitoite, and while there were many signs to indicate this, Buddingtonite didn't need to address all of them. The fact that he was sitting in the rain with no protection or cover at all was a clear sign, but even more striking than that was his response, and it was enough to nearly wipe the smile from Buddingtonite's face. He kept it there, though, in some hope that it might have reached the general and cheered him up a little.
"Help? Well, you look a little down, and not to mention soaked, so the question here is how can I help you?" Buddingtonite turned the queston onto him, breaking the distance between the two and actually offering him an energy orb to take. "Hungry? Afraid it's not a chocolate sundae but if you're running low, a little sip shouldn't hurt?"
He suspected that Benitoite wouldn't take it nor would it help him. No, something bigger seemed to be at fault here rather than hunger, and Buddingtonite was more or less eager to discuss the matters in a more fitting, and dryer, environment. "Or, if you want, you and I can go someplace warm and cozy and discuss matters over a cup of coffee? Would that suit your fancy, General?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 8:55 pm
Oh he was soaking, and he knew it, moving his hair from his face he held his hand in front of his face and watched the droplets of water drip from his finger tips. His hand held flat so he could watch for some moments before his attention was on Buddingtonite again. "Indeed, I am soaking." The other was offering to help him...but what help did he need? How to pull his mind away from it's internal analysis of everything and how best to keep it from wandering.
Looking at the offered orb he shook his head. "I did my collecting for the night. The offer of chocolate is nice but I'm not one for sweets." Shrugging his shoulders. "Just never something which I've liked...though maybe if you could fill it with a hazelnut or espresso mouse I'd like it." Hazelnut actually being preferred over an espresso mouse. Was he giving the other an idea for a sweet? Something to make and sell? And that he himself would buy.
Staring up at the other he took a moment before nodding his head. "That would be nice...I suppose I could use my dryer civilian clothing. And a warm place would be nice as well as some company. It seems my mind keeps wandering down paths I'm iffy about wandering down tonight." Standing the petite General, bedecked in weighed down, wet, clothing waited for the other to lead the way. "Thank you for the offer Captain, I'll gladly accept."
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 6:46 pm
He had come at the right time, and the Captain did not need, or want, to see anymore. Something was on the General's mind, and not only was Buddingtonite going to get to the bottom of it, but also relieve it in some manner or another. He wanted to pry the details out of him, but now wasn't the time, nor the place. Not when the both of them could catch their death out here!
"Worry about powering down once we're in the clear, away from all this rain, otherwise you'll just get that clothes wet too," Buddingtonite said, his tone much warmer than most heard and not a hint of amusement could be found it in. Benitoite was not only his senior officer, but a friend, and Buddingtonite always treated his friends well. He took off his cap and without warning, placed it on Benitoite's head, before turning on his heel and marching away.
However, even as he was offering his hospitality to a friend, old habits died hard, and only when he back was turned and he was leading the way did he manage to crack a joke beneath his breath. "Though, that would mean having to strip you down and into new clothes... and I may not have anything that fits. A pity."
He kept the chuckle to himself, and if Benitoite wished to talk along the way, he'd listen. He hoped he'd talk, otherwise the trip would have been short, but awkward... but he knew he couldn't make him talk. And perhaps him not talking would have been for the best... at least until they got into his condo and away from prying eyes and ears.Sleet Tempest Snape Is it okay if Buddy loans Beni his cap for the time being? If not, I can edit that part out, just PM me and let me know.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 10:00 pm
A lot was on his mind and that was the problem. He was an organized person but he was still a teenager, despite how he didn't act like one most of the time. When he got emotional he tended to act out though and when he was unable to keep things organized he got lost in the mess. Right now that mess was all mental for him.
"Of course...I don't care to soak the only dry clothing I have available to me at present." Without going home and getting dry clothing. It was handy, in a way, to have his civilian clothing on hand and able to he pulled on the moment he powered down. It was especially nice at times like these. Smiling he tried to look up at the cap suddenly on his head. "It really doesn't match my uniform; but I like it."
As he trailed behind the other he didn't catch the red heads words. But he soon did catch up to him. He wanted to talk, not about what was bothering him, but he wanted to fill the quiet non the less. So fishing about for something, for some moments, he looked to the other. "Do you make your own candies and chocolates? I mean I do know it's your business and fairly well known. But I don't know if you come up with the ideas behind everything." If so he would be prodding the other about some hazelnut mouse filled chocolates, and espresso, in all likelihood. He didn't like sweets but the idea did come off as appetizing to him, he did like hazelnut and espresso mouse after all. So why not make it into a chocolate covered thing?
"And what do you do at all the social gatherings I've seen you at?" He didn't expect the owner of a candy shop, even a popular one, to be at such events.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 12:21 pm
He appeared oblivious to his little innuendo, and perhaps it was for the best. Benitoite may have been his senior officer, but he was still young, and Buddingtonite knew better than to try to make any moves without some serious investigation first. After all, there were terrible things that the captain was willing to do, but that was not one of them. So, he let it go and decided to focus on his questions. It got Benitoite talking, and that was certainly better than bottling it up and forcing the captain to find a creative way to get him to open up.
Though he wouldn't have minded the game. But that was for later. For now, business, and he flashed Benitoite a smile when he noticed he had accepted his cap as offering. It may not have been an umbrella, but it was something to keep the rain from his eyes. "Yes, I've employed a few confectioners and so some of the work myself, though I'm more or less stuck with management and owner duties most of the time. Ideas I come up with on the fly, go from place to place, getting inspiration where I see fit, sometimes from movies, from customers, friends..."
Unaware of Benitoite's musing, he considered how best to word his 'social gatherings', and he decided it was best to just stick with the bare minimum as they approached his condominium complex. "Oh, you know, the usual adult things. Chit chats, drinking, nibbling on hoity-toity snacks... dessert in the bedroom or shower shortly after if you work your magic just right."
He wasn't sure if Benitoite would understand that last bit, and without letting it settle too much, he motioned for him to follow him up the stairs. "And other times I use it to gather energy. Anyways, I'm going to suggest we hit the public bathroom and transform into our civilian identities before we reach my apartment. Otherwise, we're going to have a panicked Irish wolfhound on our hands and I wouldn't recommend that."
He was even willing to open the door for him, before giving a polite bow. "Generals first."
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 2:18 pm
Gazing up at the other he shook his head. "I may be an artist but I don't even think I could muster the imagination to take from a movie and come up with some form of sweet. A look for a sweet yes, but an idea for a flavor or taste - no." That was something beyond his imagination. What could, from a movie, influence a taste? He could certainly see a look coming from a movie, he could easily come up with appearances. But new flavors...but he wasn't a fan of sweets anyway.
"I see, at least you get to work with the confection end of things sometimes.It seems your able to pull ideas from lots of places." And that he was sure was a good thing.
Laughing softly he smiled up at the other. "Those snacks are rather good though, at least most of them." It was everything else he said which resulted in the blonds cheeks staining a pink hue. "I see...not something I've experience with and I'd rather avoid where it concerns the fairer gender." A shrug of shoulders as the General glanced about their surroundings. He understood what the red head had been saying, it was rather obvious at least to him. He wasn't clueless...just a prude who didn't talk of such things in a blunt or obvious way.
"I've done the energy gathering at social events as well, it works well to hide out in a bathroom and wait for people to come in. The stalls come in hand to put the bodies once they fall unconscious." He'd done it once or twice, save himself from the boredom of the event.
:That wouldn't be good, as I'm sure your dog could knock me right off my feet." He said while passing the other on the way into the bathroom, bowing his head as he passed him. "Thank you Captain." A teasing smile given as he looked around the bathroom to make sure it was empty. As he noted no one else was inside the bathroom he powered down. Sneakers, slightly mused hair, a short sleeved polo and well fitted, dark wash, jeans. The shirt bore the logo for Burberry, no surprise really. He was well dressed and out of his uniform he didn't look as short and small.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 6:54 pm
"Why I didn't know you were an artist! I took a class or two in college but never really got the hang of it." Buddingtonite admitted, genuinely fascinated by the new information that was dumped upon him. He rather liked knowing his workmates' hobbies and such, as it satisfied his nosiness as well as gave him a sense of unity, if that's what the Negaverse kept holding so highly. "Most of my artistic skills are confined in the culinary arts department... I could probably craft a candied statue of our former Queen but only manage a stick person on paper."
He allowed his mind to wander to that possibility, but he forced it it down. No need to get distracted, nor disrespectful, and he was quick to follow Benitoite's flow of topic if it meant to keep him out of trouble for a little joke. "Art and ideas come from all around... one simply has to take the time to properly harvest it, then process it into a tangible, and successful concept. Then, profit!"
It appeared that Benitoite did know what he was talking about, and that made his devilish grin widen. It also increased his chances, but again, Buddingtonite kept this to himself for now. He waited eagerly outside the bathroom, deciding to give him complete privacy and waiting for him to leave so that he could power down into a more comfortable and Baldwin-friendly attire. He already sounded like he was doing better, though perhaps it was just Buddingtonite's own neurotic nature that superimposed that something was direly wrong with him. When he emerged from the stalls, he gave an approving nod at Alexandre's attire, though his hair was still sopping wet from the rain. That made the older man humph, before moving his way into the bathrooms and not even bothering to go into a stall to transform. A snap of his fingers and he was back in his evening wear, and Richard Moreau, confectioner and every lady's and man's man, emerged.
"Given your stature verses his... you could probably throw a saddle on him and ride off into the sunset," Richard said, chuckling aloud at the thought of it. "He could be your mount into battle... you know, once I get him out of the habit of getting over protective against gentlemen in uniform."
Speaking of, now that the both of them were in more casual attire, he motioned for Alexandre to follow him to his condo, making a point to ignore the looks from whichever tenants may have been lurking about in the hallways at this time around. They knew better than to question Richard's guests, but still, Alexandre was shorter and younger than most of his guests, so he was eager to get into the safety of his own apartment. He opened the door for his young friend, his announcement for him as well as the dog that came trotting towards them, whip-like tail wagging up a storm. "Home sweet home! Make yourself comfortable, and don't mind the behemoth... his slobber won't hurt you."
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 7:34 pm
"I paint and some would say that gardening is a form of art, I would agree but apply it more to the past than now, but I also am quite capable when it comes to flora and fauna as well." Perhaps it was a shock, would be a surprise, to the other to hear such things. Who would think a teenager, much less a male, was into such things. But those were his hobbies and passions. They were areas where he shone and had talent and knowledge. Just as Richard had talent in other areas, candies and confections.
His hair was wet, still dripping wet, but at least he was mostly dry. His uniform had soaked through in some areas and so he was damp in some areas. He was cold and a bit pale but not all that wet, which was good. Hopefully he wouldn't wind up sick from tonights time spent outside in the rain lost in his thoughts. While he let the other into the bathroom to change he stood outside waiting. At least his mind had been pulled away from itself as Richard kept is attention and held it on various other things.
"I don't need a mount to go into battle on, I'm fine on my own. I'd like to think that despite my stature I have some senshi and knights fearing me and not thinking I'm some very young teenager playing dress up. And gentlemen in uniform? Your dog dislikes such people?" He questioned as he glanced over the other. "That's rather interesting."
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 12:37 pm
"Well, when I say 'gentlemen in uniform' I mostly mean... myself," Richard explained, giving his dog an affection rub on the head and making sure to scratch behind his ears as he knew Baldwin would have loved that the most. Baldwin took a seat and graciously accepted his owner's affection, all the while sniffing their guest's hands and chest. "Every time I power up, he gets extremely defensive and he even tried to attack me once. But I suppose I understand... after all, he didn't recognize me and I did give him a good scare. Didn't I, Baldwin?"
The Irish wolfhound heard his name but understood nothing else of what was said, and he gave a sound mixed between a grunt and a snort. His owner's guest was a little younger than most of his guests, but Baldwin didn't smell anything weird about him, so this one was okay in his books. One less thing to worry about in Richard's mind, at least.
"I wasn't saying you weren't terrifying, Alexandre," Richard said, giving his beloved dog another scratch before moving towards the kitchen. "You are one of the most feared and respected Generals the Negaverse has to offer. Why the look on some White Mooners' faces when I tell them that Benitoite is on the way- they literally shake in their adorable little fuku! So, I did not mean any offense, sir."
He set up the coffee maker and pointed towards the stairs for his honored guest to see. "I'm going to whip us up something warm. Why don't you go freshen up in the bathroom? I have a blow dryer and some towels for you to use, if you'd like. Baldwin will likely accompany you, so don't mind his little quirks, as he's merely used to other kinds of guests."
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 3:53 pm
"Ah. I've yet to see how my own dog would react to me in uniform. It's not that I don't want to know, I am a mildly curious, but I don't want my signature felt and some senshi or knight tracking it to my home." He wanted to keep his house as a safe place, free of risk. Although teleporting in with an unconscious person hadn't been smart, but he had needed to get Alois into the house somehow. But sometimes things had to be done and he hadn't had much of a choice in that matter.
Laughing he shook his head. "I doubt you tell them I'm on my way. But those outfits they wear are horrendous. I really must wonder about what decided on their outfits." Shaking his head he smiled as he took in the scene of the red head and the dog, who seemed to be quite the attention seeker, not like Cadha wasn't either.
"Something warm would be nice, thank you. I do think I'll take advantage of the time and grab a towel. I'm still damp under these dry cloths." And so he headed up stairs, not bothered by the large dog following him, though what quirks the other was talking about he didn't know. When he got into the bathroom his shirt was removed and a towel found so he could better dry his wet hair and dry himself, especially the back of his neck. Rather than remain upstairs he came down, towel working across damp and chill skin while his shirt was tossed over a couch as he came into the living room. "His hair was...well damp but not dripping, a good thing, and while Richard had offered a blow dryer he'd bypassed that as he didn't like using one on his hair.
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 11:00 pm
"Well, let's just say that I wasn't thinking clearly when I first arrived at home in my powered form," Richard said, admitting to his flaw and certain that Alex wouldn't be too surprised to hear it. What he left out was that it was his first night enlisted as a Negaverse officer and was thoroughly drunk, so his judgement was horribly impaired. Again, no big surprise if one knew either Richard Moreau or Captain Buddingtonite, so he wasn't going to dwell on it. "But lesson learned."
He didn't find all of the Senshi's uniforms attractive, but there were a few that he had to admit that he admired. It was only a pity that most of them weren't in black and there was a distinct lack of a hole in their forehead and chest. He was determined to change that someday, maybe have a pet Senshi of his own to cherish. Of course, he kept these thoughts to himself as he tried to whip up something warm for his young guest.
"Take your time. I may not be able to compete with the greats of the coffee world but I think I have a couple of Starbucks in the cubboard, assuming my roommate hasn't sold that for her nasty habit." Richard wouldn't tell Alex who his roommate was and he was grateful that she was gone. One less problem to deal with as far as Richard was concerned. His dog, Baldwin, looked between the two but ultimately decided to follow their guest, following him up the stairs and watching him, curious but not too intrusive as Richard got the coffee brewing. As he gathered the cups and sugar, he looked to see Alex's descent from the staircase, and he took one look at his shirtless chest before quickly looking away. Was he really topless? He tried to keep the nervousness out of his voice, as he called to Alex. "Just out of curiosity, Alexandre, but how old are you? I think you may have told me, but I'm having trouble remembering... must be the weather."
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