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 Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 8:47 pm
Curious things happened when one immerses oneself in the iniquitous powers of the Negaverse. He had learned through ceaseless experimentation that if something left his possession before powering up, there it remained, outside of Negaspace. He employed that knowledge religiously as he often discarded his beaten box of Marlboro Black 100s beforehand, and enjoyed the privilege of smoking during a patrol. or in this case, smoking during a quiet stakeout.
The frozen night yielded a few surprises for him. First, it was a large, black dog uncannily similar to a wolf. it crossed his path and paused to regard him, staring unblinkingly, unfalteringly. The moment stretched to an eternity with the two focused on each other, simply waiting for the undeclared opponent to yield, to falter, to fold.
The wind swirled about the two, tugging at the furls of the captain's coat, the fur on the dog's body, with its sleepless fingers. Even the whispering leaves refrained from disturbing the two. Only a single sound broke their silence, a single clarion clang of the swing set chain colliding with its metal support bar.
The dog bolted without hesitation, and Bischofite looked away from his seat atop the monkey bars. A single figure stood out against the swing set; he hadn't noticed anyone enter the park during that impossible stretch of time. He hadn't felt the signature. No pulse of life registered with him previously.
"Typhon?" He ventured, a crooked grin creeped across his features. he recalled their tumultuous meeting easily. Such volatility... Almost as chaotic as the nature of their meeting. However, Bischofite changed since then. He'd grown stronger, more... feral. More complete. More in tune with the universe.
Bischofite slid off the bar, lighting on the ground easily. He approached the new arrival with a slight sway in his walk, like he carried himself a bit more boldly than before. More confident. No, perhaps less insecure. "Do you remember me, dear boy?" He asked, his grin slowly becoming more enigmatic. He remembered the corrupted senshi's initial reaction to their gathering, asking about killing puppies. He could appreciate that humor now. The Negaverse's assignments were so... trite. So dull, so positively boring.
"I remember you. I remember your confidence." He leaned over and looked up at the boy, somewhat obscuring his childish grin. "I wonder... Haf' you forgiven me for zat strike? If not..." He procured a cigarette, which was hidden in his sleeve earlier, and offered it to the other man.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 9:26 pm
Aw, crap. Sailor Typhon was trying to take a break from his patrol duties to go chill out at a park - but as his luck would have it, of course there was a familiar Negaverse officer there. It was a familiar face at least, the former Lieutenant who had given a good smack the first they met, but there was something different about him now. His look was different, his power signature stronger. He didn't leave the best impression in their first meeting, so he was a bit reluctant to interact with him again, especially considering he couldn't remember his name. But he eyed the cigarette offered with a grin. Perhaps the guy wasn't so bad - he could be nice to him for a little bit. After all, he had done far more shameful things than being nice to someone for a small favor in the past. "Oh, hey buddy," he said, dragging out that last syllable to stall for time as his brain jumbled for a name. Aw, ******** it, he'll just make a stab in the dark. "Of course I remember you. It's Bitchfight, right? How've you been, man?" He rewarded himself with the offered cigarette and placed it between his lips. "Gotta light?"
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 9:50 pm
Bischofite blinked. Bitchfight... Leave it to Americans to butcher German. "Bischofite," he corrected, using harsh consonants. He drew himself to his full height and procured a matchbook from his pocket. With practiced ease, he struck the match against the sole of his boot and cupped the flame. It flickered desperately under his meager cover. "I sink I'f found a purpose, Liebe." He held the match to the senshi's cigarette and then licked his fingers to put the match out himself. The sulfurous smell permeated the area.
Funny how the act of snuffing something out begets an attractive smell.
"I want to know somesing about you. Somesing zat interests me." Given his talk with Benitoite about starseeds and the formation of youma, he wanted to know about their corrupted senshi allies, who sported ominous holes in their heads and hearts. He became highly interested in the composition of their starseeds, if they even had one. He hadn't heard much about them, but he supposed Benitoite was more focused on his little youma pet at the time.
Typhon himself behaved in a wholly different fashion from his allies. He didn't grovel to rank, he didn't treat others with the stiff militaristic salutes that were ingrained in the two. All humans came into existence the same way, so why must some be elevated in hierarchy over others? Mankind is s**t, through and through. Why should s**t deserve special treatment? Maybe Typhon thought the same way. Maybe not. Maybe he'd find the man acceptable if he showed the same disregard for human life as him. Maybe, even, they'd manage a few twisted little experiments together.
Maybe.
Bischofite closed the gap between the two, standing as close to the other man as he normally would in his homeland, and rested his hand on Typhon's chest. He drummed his fingers curiously on the bluenette's sternum. "You won't mind, right?" He cocked an eyebrow at the man, searching for an acceptable response.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 10:20 pm
"Oh? And what's that?" he started to ask. Oh. Well then. This had taken an unexpected turn. He looked down at Bischofite's hand on his bare chest, then back up at him with a faint smile. "No, not all," he added as he reached his own hand out to Bischofite's crotch and gave the area a soft rub as he leaned in to kiss him. Things were going a little fast, but whatever, he was starting to view the Negaverse as hook up service Grindr, only with costumes and magical terrorism. ...that is what was happening, right?
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 10:44 pm
Though Bischofite seized the bluenette's hand, that didn't stop him from trying to kiss the misanthrope. Es ist egal, he assured himself, and made no further moves to try to halt the man's advances. If he sought a kiss as tradeoff for Bischofite's motives, then so be it. He would oblige. The knowledge was worth far more than a dirty little secret like this.
The brush of Typhon's lips felt rough with use, yet practiced and confident in their pressure against his. He returned the kiss in what fervency he could manage, despite being distracted by his true purpose for humoring the boy. Still, as he tasted his favorite cigarettes on the other man's tongue, he couldn't help but realize that Typhon was damned good at this.
Disappointingly good.
His fingertips pressed past the skin, past the sinew, past the bone. He brushed a calloused, corroded starseed, buried into the depths of his chest, brimming with chaos energy. Brimming with curious, ancient power. He traced the rough exterior and curled his fingers around the seed. Pressed it into his palm. Rubbed the curiously warped surface between his fingers. It felt so wholly different than any other starseed he'd touched, or pulled. It lacked the luster and almost wet smoothness of a pure starseed. Was this the result of the touch of chaos? How utterly fascinating.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 10:58 pm
Typhon broke the kiss as soon as he felt Bischofite's fist go through his chest. It was a bit of a startled response, but it was a familiar feeling from back when he was first corrupted. He wasn't sure what was going on - was he about to be killed? Corrupted...again? Whatever was going on, it was awkward. "Buy a guy dinner first before you fist him, maybe?" he cracked. His eyes glanced over to the side, then down to his wrist. He wasn't wearing a watch. His stream of consciousness was speeding up as he waited for the awkwardness to pass. How long was his fist going to be in there for? God, this was more awkward than sex with Alexandre. What time is it? Is this appropriate behavior for a playground? "So, weather's nice, huh?" he added, still refusing further eye contact with the captain. Any heat of the moment he was feeling moments before was gone now. "Is there, uh, something you're looking for?"
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 11:14 pm
With the kiss ended not long after it began, sexuality would no longer impede him on his insidious quest for knowledge of the human condition. Though he appreciated it as a distraction, that's all it amounted to. Nothing Typhon offered fully garnered his attention, nothing quite compared to the tantalizing gleam of starseeds on a new moon night.
"Somesing beautiful," came his immediate response. He considered pulling it out himself, taking a quick glance, and returning it to the man's chest, but he doubted Typhon would survive the ordeal. He toyed with the concept of asking permission first, but immediately dismissed it. "I'd pull it out, but I don't sink you'd appreciate it," he added, with a dark smirk.
Finally Bischofite retracted his hand from the corrupted senshi's chest and usurped his cigarette instead. No harm in sharing a cancer stick after they shared a kiss, right? He took a drag and blew the smoke skyward, a habit developed from living with Alexandre for too long. "It's pitted, and covered in ridges. It's lopsided, like it's malformed, and almost sticky to ze touch." He noted his observations aloud, mostly to himself than to the bluenette. "If you ask nicely, I might let you touch mine. Zen we can compare experiences." He regarded Typhon mischievously, and raised an eyebrow to punctuate his statement.
Bischofite remembered the unyielding agony of his corruption easily; he didn't want to subject himself to such suffering again, but he doubted Typhon had that kind of power. Benitoite forced that experience onto him.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 3:07 pm
While 'I-touched-yours-now-you-touch-mine' was a game that Typhon was normally down for, he never played this game in the starseed edition. It sounded intriguing enough for him, and he placed his hand on Bischofite's chest. "I'll give it a go," he suggested. He gently brushed his finger's down the other man's sternum before pressing into his chest, reaching into the other man for his starseed. Aha. He found the tiny diamond crystal inside of him, his life force and energy, the source of his everything. It felt powerful, and to hold this much power in his own hands only made Typhon feel more powerful himself. "It's a nice feeling," he offered, before pulling retrieving his hand, leaving the starseed in place. He didn't want to kill the captain. "But I think that's enough reaching into each other's chests for one night."
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 8:48 pm
The trail of fingers down his chest was such a foreign feeling that it roused goosebumps on his skin. It lasted for but a moment, a faintly electrifying sensation, before it was replaced with the seething discomfort of a hand breaking through the barrier of flesh and plunging directly into the region surrounding his starseed. The pain showed in his countenance, contorting his features into a vague grimace. He disliked the sudden jolts of pain that stemmed from Typhon's unmediated touch, but he put up with it for the time being.
Unfortunately, he didn't fear for his life when Typhon investigated his starseed. It didn't revive his understanding of his mortality, or sharpen his senses. Not like when Painite tried it the first time. Perhaps it was like a drug: the first experience was always the most intense, the most gratifying.
When the bluenette's hand left his chest, he breathed a sigh of relief. From experience, he knew the pain would soon fade from his body. "I sink you're right." He took one last drag from the cigarette before handing it back to the corrupted senshi. "I'm curious - do you always try to jump ze bones of people who get close to you?" He smirked lightly; Typhon's earlier reaction certainly surprised him. Perhaps he often behaved in that vein of baser desires when confronted with unusual situations?
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 9:02 pm
"Well, when a guy starts getting close to me and puts his hand on my chest, then yeah," he smiled as he took back the cigarette for a long drag, blowing smoke out to the side. As if he hadn't received confirmation enough, that certainly closed the case on whether or not he had misread any signals. It still didn't embarrass him in the least, he had no regrets. "If those weren't the signals you meant to send, then you gotta check your signal output, buddy. Pinging on my gaydar like mother ********. Or daddy ********, I guess. Whatever." "Besides, judging from that kiss you seemed pretty into it," he suggested. "You always go around fisting guys you meet?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 9:18 pm
Bischofite grinned and leaned forward again, glancing up at Typhon mischievously. His gaze soon shifted to the prominent hole in the man's chest. Fisting... how clever, cheeky even. "Of course I do. You're ze tightest so far." He clicked his tongue and straightened up, folding his arms behind his back.
"I take it you're eizer gay or you ******** anysing zat looks at you for longer zan half a second." Bischofite began slowly pacing around the corrupted senshi. Curious, lazy pacing. "Even if zat somesing is covered in skulls and war paint." Maybe, in some way, that attention was welcomed. Normally he was treated with aversion and hate, not sexualized embraces. Perhaps he should continue to approach people in this way; senshi may drop their guards when treated with such interest, such adoration. Then again, he may find himself at the mercy of more unusual situations, such as this.
Bischofite leaned against the support pole of the swing set and rested his hands on the backs of his hips. "Gay, huh?" He grinned. "interessant. I've only been wis' girls. As far as I know, you count as a girl too. Look at zat hair." He laughed, for the first time, with a hint of mirth. Perhaps the initially offensive man was worth knowing to a greater extent. After all, they had a similar sense of humor.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 9:26 pm
Typhon grinned and held back a laugh at Bischofite's comments. He wasn't sure if they were meant to be jokes or insults, but they rolled off him all the same. "Well I can assure you that I've got the c**k of a dude, and I rank as about a four on the Kinsey," he said with a shrug. His hair was quite long in this powered form, a part of the powering up process that he never really understood. Mostly, he was just thankful that not all his hair grew several feet in length. That would be awkward. "You may have only been with women, but I can tell when someone's enjoying it, and you were. So what are you then, a two?" It was a personal question. Maybe too personal, but they had already stuck their fists through each other's chests to grab a hold of each other's sources of life, so how much more personal can you get after that? He scoffed and combed his fingers through his blue hair with one hand, taking another drag of the smoke with his other. "Or maybe you're just confused about things?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 9:43 pm
"Kinsey?" He echoed with uncertainty. What the hell was Typhon going on about, with numbers and a name he'd never heard before?"I don't understand. What are you talking about?" From what he surmised from the man's earlier comments, he was referring to sexuality, though he couldn't come up with a means to connect Typhon's declaration of having a d**k with a number... Unless it was some sort of length measurement.
That's terribly forward. Bischofite only grinned and shook his head.
"What's wrong wis' acknowledging zat you know how to kiss, eh?" After a long stretch, he pushed off from the swing set's support surface. "If I'm confused, you can help me clarify sings. But... I sink I know myself better zan I ever haf' before. Zis power... It's an enlightening one. Now I look up at ze stars and I see a sousand constellations I would bury in the dirt." His gaze shifted skyward as he spoke, enamored with the sight of the night sky. Soon afterward, he glanced back toward Typhon. "And zen I look at you and I see ceaseless opportunity.
"So tell me - why are you so interested in zis number? What does it do for you?" After all, humans were only interested in each other for as far as their self-serving tendencies allowed. The number he's guessing obviously benefitted Typhon in some way, he just didn't' know how.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 10:15 pm
"The number is the Kinsey Scale it's a scale for labeling your sexuality and," he started, boring himself with description. "...aw, forget it, don't worry about it." He stopped, always reluctant to teach or educate. To do so was to make a fun moment into a dull one, and dull moments were something to be actively avoided at all costs. Besides, he was more interested in the other things the boy had said - his confusion and curiosity piqued Typhon's interest. "If there's those other things you're confused about, maybe I can give you a hand so you can get things figured out," he offered. He wasn't sure if a park was the right place for such a thing, but maybe some other time or place.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 10:33 pm
Based on the man's halfassed description, Bischofite guessed that a number closer to zero meant straight (or some variant therein), and a higher number hinted at same-sex attraction. Perhaps Typhon was right about him; he didn't know the degree of change between the numbers, but that didn't matter. Apart for pegging him as gayer than sperm on a mustache, the corrupted senshi seemed like he had a good grasp on estimating sexuality.
"I would agree, but it sounds like you loathe to teach," he teased. "Maybe you're not ze right person for ze job?" He exaggerated a shrug. He loved playing hard to get; perhaps Typhon would catch onto this sometime. They'd see how far this dance took them.
"Typhon... tell me your real name." Your vulnerabilities behind this mask. "I want to know who you are, outside of zis bizarre getup. It's a little stilted, wouldn't you agree? Zis alter ego s**t." He offered a smile and approached the bluenette. The gravel crunched beneath his feet, reminiscent of breaking bones. "I know ze feel of your starseed and your ... inclinations, but nossing so simple as your name." A name to connect to a face, a face to connect to a place.
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