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 Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 5:47 pm
Realgar did not... normaly head out at night carrying a keep-it-hot-or-cold bag with pulled pork sandwiches. Catfood... yes. Beer... sometimes. But not normally anything that took an extensive amount of preparation or thought, any food eaten while out and powered up was usually from an wheeled cart or corner market from a few bucks stored on his person. However, normally he wasn't looking for someone. He wasn't sure she was expecting to be looked for, he actually wouldn't be the least but surprised if she threw the sandwich at him, maced him, and told him to take a hike. He didn't think he'd blame her if she did, (though there might be a lot of rolling around and cussing. He was, really, pretty sure that there was no chaos ability that made it not burn like hellfire to get a strong dose of hot-pepper-stuff in your eyes... ...Anyway. He was giving it a go. He did not summon Redline, instead un-tarping and pulling out the pieced together monster he'd built in a storage unit from stolen scrapyard bits and extra hours at the shop.It might get low on gas but it didn't run on star seeds and didn't have to return to the void after a couple hours. Also there was that bit where he was kinda pretty sure that the only women turned on by tentacles were in the kind of anime that you looked embarrassed sneaking into a back room to buy. Not really the kind of impression he was trying to go for. He loaded up the bike, eyed it with a sigh, wished for luck and headed out looking for a pretty, firey woman with purple curls he wasn't sure wanted anything to do with him, and might not even still be alive. That was the problem with DC these days. Casualties of war and all that, people falling through the cracks. If she had, he hoped it was in a way she wanted, and had fallen someplace at least a little safer. No alien war. Carneli Angsty post for youuuuuu. ALL THE ANGST. AND MACE JOKES.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 4:57 am
Zia was coming back from something of a rough night. She had started off pretty optimistic, which was why purple curls were in an updo and she was all dolled up. She was dressed for the occasion, which had been an upscale socialite party. But it didn't go well, she was not back in anyone's good graces, and was still dealing with the repercussions of a half naked knight deciding to show up and bleed everywhere and punch people, costing her ex-boss a client and her a job.
And on top of that her car, which was always on it's last legs, went ahead and broke down too.
"I don't understand wy you can't just work when I need you to," She complained, kicking the tire of the beat up Impala with an open toed heel which instantly led to regret.
She pulled out her cellphone, but scanning through the list of names, she couldn't seem to think of anyone she wanted to see right now. She didn't want a lecture on how she was failing at getting her life together or dressed like an expensive prostitute with a fetish for fashion labels, so her brother and about half her friends were ruled out. She needed some time to calm down before facing her cohabitation mate for both their sanity and after making up excuses for the rest, she just gave up and started to walk.
Well walk and wallow in self pity and angst about how everything and everyone sucked.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 5:33 am
He spotted the broken down car first, sitting beside the road, and frowned at it, noticing that it was empty, and a short while ahead, spotted curls, and someone a bit well dressed to have just planned to go for a stroll. The jalopy-monster of a bike made pop and growl noises as he slowed down, pulling up along side her and flicking up the visor to his helmet. Nega or not, he didn't ride without one. "That your impala back there?" He'd actually been planning something a bit wittier, but the circumstances just didn't seem to call for it. "Want me to call a garage? I w-... I know a guy."
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 5:43 am
"I'm not-- Oh," Zia had whirled around instantly on the defensive. It was late, and she was sure she wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone who could possibly be pulling over to talk to her.
Except she was hit with an interesting nega uniform on a motorcycle instead and whatever she was going to bark at him was instantly stayed. "O-oh... Realgar?" She leaned forward as if to get a better look inside his visor and then back at the car. "...Oh, that. I was going to uh. I was..." She cleared her throat as if she needed a reset button before she shifted her weight to one hip and waved the thing off. "I was gonna deal with that later, I guess."
She also decided at that moment her shoes were way too uncomfortable for such things.
"You patrol for energy on a bike?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 6:24 am
"What? Yeah." He cleared his throat, pulling to a stop and bracing the motorcycle with one food. "Street racers burn a lot of energy even without me, so they hardly notice... and... yeah... some of them are kinda dicks." Awkward. Awkward. Super awkward. "Don't worry, you're not going to get drained by me. Although under the circumstances it's going to sound really stalkerish if I say I've actually got sandwiches this time..." This so could have gone better. Maybe he should put his visor back down because... yeah, he'd totally pull out the pepper spray in her shoes.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 7:23 am
Zia's brief dabbling in poking Chaos with a stick with no precautions or ******** given had resulted in a few follow up meetings, and not very many of them had been good. Either physical scars from Painite or mental ones from Orpheus, probability was not in her favor.
She gave him some serious side eye and even took a cautious step backwards.
"Really?" She didn't mean it in an 'are you serious, oh my god, really?' Kind of way, but actually teasing the possibility he was legitimately dropping by with sandwiches and was totally not going to drain her or pull her starseed or anything else nefarious.
She looked him up and down like a puzzle, running possibilities and odds and scenarios in her head before she forced herself to give it another shot.
"That's ******** brilliant, do you race?" She gushed like the perky switch had been turned on somewhere in the back of her brain and she ran up to invasivly touch his motorcycle. "Ugh, you have food? Really?.Because I have had a hell of a night."
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 8:06 am
"Really." He anwered, putting down the kickstand and turning off the bike. "Hang on..." He took the helmet off, haging it from a handle bar, and opened up the storage bag on the bike, fighting for a moment to get it to release the carefully zipped storage bag and offering it out. "Here, it's in here. I've gotta pull this beast over." Her second question made him flinch as though she'd just kicked him, though he tried to hide it . "I... used to. That was a few years ago though. All this Negaverse and Senshi crap wasn't even a blip on the radar." Why was he sharing? He shouldn't be sharing. "It's pulled pork sandwiches, and some store bought cookies and sodas. Last time I tried making cookies i set off a fire alarm."
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 2:42 pm
Zia looked like a blank slate when he handed her the bag, as if the fact it actually existed was confusing. "Wait, you actually cooked?" She questioned, cautiously undoing the zipper just a little like she was expecting snakes to jump out. She'd at least become a little more cautious since their rooftop rendezvous, but a lot had happened.
"How is pulled pork less complicated than cooki-- oh, okay, go park." Zia didn't understand food, baking or otherwise, outside of eating it. And ordering.
His flinch was noticed, but filed away without comment. She flopped down on a nearby bench, stiff thanks to the lack of movement tolerated by her little black dress and tried not to look too relieved to be off her heels. She used to be an expert at not caring about how awful her strappy heels felt, but she had become much less accustomed to it. She wasn't going to consider it was Zirconia's penchant for bare feet that was the culprit, even if it might've been a little bit true.
"This is actually really impressive," she said, not looking up from pawing around. Hungry as she was, she didn't dive in, though. She pulled out a cookie and poked at what she assumed were wrapped sandwiches. These are edible and not roofied or anything, right?" She asked in laughter at her own not-joke.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 3:25 pm
"Immunity to creeper pills isn't on the skill set I'm pretty sure." Realgar answered, pulling the bike to the curb and parking it. "So no. If I didn't run into you I wasn't going to let it go to waste. And I don't know... you can't really throw cookies into a slow cooker and hope for the best. Or I don't think you can. Hell if I know. This is a 'tired of take out' skill set I'm working on. After a while the crap at the gas stations all tastes the same." The sandwiches had been carefully and individually wrapped in saran wrap and a piece of scotch tape to keep them from unfurling, though the buns looked to have gone just a touch limp from the pork. "Sorry, I know those things usually come with pickles but last time I tried taking a tupperware on a bike bag it popped open and everything I packed smelled like pickles for weeks. I gave up on those saddlebags I think. Something about hot dill..." He crinkled his nose at the memory. "Yeah I cook. Started trying to make pizza. Figured out how to do that without burning it, went on from there. I got the slow cooker because..." He gestured vaguely at the bike and his uniform. "This job has sort of crap hours." She didn't press the racing topic, though he was pretty sure she'd filed it away. She didn't even give him that 'so sorry' look some people did that made him want to whack it off them. More reasons to like her, which was ironic. Last time he'd run into a one of the DMC claiming special protected status for someone... well... that someone had been a senshi. Zia, as far as he knew, was no senshi. "So that must have been a classy party." He noted, nodding toward her outfit, the sharp heels, the crisp little dress. He didn't 'speak' fashion but he was pretty sure he knew expensive when he saw it. "You know I can get my head around there being star warriors from space, but I still can't figure out how anyone walks in those things." ******** Senshi stuff, taking two steps in a pair of heels without bashing face first onto your nose was the real magic at work.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 4:29 pm
"Oh well aren't we fancy," Zia teased at the tired of take out comment as her polished nails done up via overpriced manicure gently tugged on the seran wrap without any clue to the irony. But, she hadn't realized take out to him probably wasn't filet mignon from the local steakhouse to go. "Well, you're still miles ahead of of me in the cooking game," she mused, pulling a few pieces of pork off the side and licking her fingers.
"I made decent pancakes from a mix once."
She didn't even pretend to have any ladylike manners and freely dug in before he mentioned her heels. "Ah," she nodded and needed a second to swallow. "I used to be better at it, but it's wearing off or something. I can even run in them."
She looked down at her sandwich, still picking at it and smirking to herself like she had a joke in the back of her mind. "My brother used to tease me about it, when I was in high school. Said it was because my mom was trailer trash so the skankitude must be genetic."
She laughed about it, but inside cut herself off fast. Now who was oversharing, Zia?
"This is really nice," She gushed, leaning her elbows on her knees. Until her smile was accompanied by a reasonably suspicious quirk of her eyebrow. "Why?"
After be stabbed, bitten, thrown, threatened, and stalked she felt like it was perfectly understandable to question some sudden positivity. She felt like she was always reaching but never finding anyone willing to reach back.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 5:17 pm
"Sounds like he was jealous. I'm pretty sure running in heels is a legitimate super power." He sighed, sitting down on the bench and stretching his legs out languidly. If he hadn't achieved cat like mastery of stretching out he had at the very least copied off a cats notes on the matter. "Why?" he debated this for a couple moments then shrugged. "I dunno. We talked. It was nice. You didn't make me feel like I was someone's attack dog or errand boy. I dunno. It's..." He foundered, falling silent for several moments and eyeing the black bike leaning on it's kick stand. "Nice to talk to someone who doesn't have a vested interest in selling me something."
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 5:43 pm
Zia watched him stretch out had to laugh through chewing. But she nodded in agreement. "I guess I kind of feel the same," She said with a shrug, accepting it just that easily.
"Everyone's a salesman, even when they aren't tryin' to get you to join up," And then she let out a boisterous cackle and lightly hit his shoulder with the back of her hand when an anecdote came to her.
"I seriously ran into a knight who said he'd only save me from turning into youma food if I promised to make out with him after, because real heroes deserve rewards. Good job, sleazebag, keep on winning."
She seemed pretty invested in the sandwich though too, but Zia was a casual glutton so that was nothing new. "I think this barbecue sauce is magic."
And then she remembered something she had totally blanked on. Probably because she wasn't going out and looking for negaverse officers tonight. "You could do something for me, though, hold still," She said as she dug around in her purse. That was all the warning she gave before she pulled out a smart phone and snapped his picture with it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 6:03 pm
"Seriously? Who the f..." He stopped just long enough to register the phone, blinking in a comical, Owlish fashion as she snapped his picture. The Hell?? "If you're trying to make a Wanted poster that's not going to work." he pointed out, with a raised eyebrow, reaching into the bag for a sandwich. Glamor. Woo. Besides let some civilian just try and arrest him. "However, two questions: Who was the knight because someone needs to kick his a** on principle and I have plenty of excuse, two. WHY did you just take my picture?" He unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite, without lowering his eyebrow from it's lofty perch, though a second later the second rose to join it. "s**t that didn't come out half bad did it?" He'd sampled a little bit, but he hadn't been paying much mind at the time and mostly burned his tongue on meat and sauce directly lifted from the crock (which surprised him by boiling the mixture.)
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 6:18 pm
"His name was uuuuh..." Zia was scrolling through the touch screen trying to place the wonder name. "I dunno. He was a Pluto knight, I remember that much."
His question about why made her smirk and she nimbly slid up closer to him on the bench, clearly trying to tease as she purred, "Maybe I just want it for personal use."
And then she turned the phone screen so he could see the spreadsheet indexing several knights, and now two negas. P and R were fairly close alphabetically and she didn't have any Qs so Realgar was conveniently added in right under Painite.
"I've been keeping notes on how knights are categorized!" She chirped, obviously proud of her project, Her finger twitched, making the screen shoot up to the beginning containing the perfectly posed, smiling picture of Aventine and a few derpier ones of Bimini and Camelot before she pulled it back.
"See, they're all aligned to different... things." The Surrounding and Cosmos weren't planets so she wasn't sure what the parameters were anymore. "I started keeping track of their stats for further study. You're only my second nega since I thought of it."
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 3:26 pm
"Probably explains why half of them can't get their s**t together. Negaverse may not exactly always be the picture of harmony but we can all say we're pretty much following the same figure in the end. Yeah there wasn't a whole lot of flex room on that. Follow Metalia, via her General Kings or something will probably eat your face. Possibly the GKs themselves. Duly noted. Pummel any male Pluto knights repeatedly, then back over them a few times with Redline. That should cover the gammut. "Well you're starting to collect quite the picture roster there, what are you going to do with it?" He asked, trying not to look as flustered as a school boy who's just discovered that there's a lot more to other people than cooties. Zinkenite would have k... no... wait yeah that was right. Zinkenite would probably kill for a database like this one, especially if it had more information in it, though that being said, General King Zinkenite had a pretty impressive one of his own, he was pretty sure. He didn't plan on jeopardizing things unless he had to. So... he'd just... forget... to mention it and hope Painite hadn't either.
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