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 Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 11:00 am
Given Realgar's greeting the last time he'd spotted Camelot, the beleaguered knight, Realgar figured, probably wasn't expecting much from a further run in, let alone a peace offering, which Realgar had actually prepared. The sound of a motorcycle, not the bizarre noise of Redline, was an opening warning of his arrival, slowing to a stop as Realgar approached the knight. "Heads up!" He called, tossing an gift bag stuffed with tissue paper in the knights direction. The contents being pretty resilient, he wasn't entirely concerned if it were actually caught. The more delicate stuff was still in a saddlebag. The gifts were pretty much a joke, the food he was carrying wasn't, and neither were his reasons for seeking out the knight he had firmly, and kind of rudely dubbed "Tin Man".
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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 1:15 pm
Camelot was on patrol, and he heard the roar of the motorcycle before he felt the aura behind its driver. He was already frowning and standing like he was fairly tense, set. If he was going to get dragged behind a youma bike again he was going to be ready for it.
But he saw that this was not a youma, just a normal bike, and he relaxed a little bit.
Not much, but still.
He caught the bag that was thrown at him, looking down at it in wonder. He was surprised to find that it was not an attack of any kind, though recognizing that it was Realgar made it seem rather normal. They were friends, as much as a Knight and a Nega could be, and Camelot would like to keep it that way.
"What is this?" he asked, though he glanced through it and caught on to what it was. "Ah," he said, with a wrinkle of his nose. His armor was perfectly shiny and well kept, mostly because it fixed itself every time he powered down. But still. If he had to clean it and care for it he would have.
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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 2:31 pm
"Just in case you're not clear on the concept that's what we call a joke." Realgar offered, pulling up to the curb and dropping the kickstand. "The real stuff's in the bags. I made sandwiches. Apparently I'm not horrible at it, but goddamn it makes a ton." Also food and bonding had historically worked out for him. By which he meant all of once. With someone who already kind of liked him a little bit. "Got someplace we can chat?" He asked, which probably sort of drew alarm bells on it's own, since Realgar historically didn't give much of a damn who saw him talking to or hitting whoever.
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 10:31 am
"A joke, huh?" He grinned, though he was trying to pretend he was upset. He failed at it, nodding his head and giving in to being amused. He couldn't help himself, he'd never really had a friend of a Negaverse soldier before and it was hard to know what to expect. But as long as things stayed civil (enough, anyway. He'd ley the dragging him behind the youma bike slide), he did not mind.
"You made food?
Usually Tony went home after his patrols to eat something before bed, but it was always a trail. He never wanted to wake anyone up, especially his baby girl, whose sleep schedule was picky at best. Dogby was a danger as well, as she was not really aware of how sensitive babies could be, and yipped excitedly whenever there was the promise of food. This usually sent off the younger puppy, Gizmo, and two yipping corgis never worked in his favor.
His stomach growled.
"Well, we're near enough to the library to sit on its roof, if you want. It's quiet up there and most consider it my area, so it's not likely that we'll be bothered."
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 1:06 pm
"Pulled pork. I threw it in the crock pot, assaulted with sauce and stuff and waited until it surrendered. And there's warm soda. I tried making a smaller one but then the idiot thing cooks too fast and I have better things to do than chisel another overcooked meal out of my cookware." He wasn't going to get into the time he'd tried to make oatmeal. Holy s**t that had been a disaster. He had seen prettier youma. He'd seen piles of youma s**t ((or rather... he assumed it was Youma s**t...)) that looked prettier than what he'd had to carve out of the pot over three days. "Library sounds good." He added, tucking the keys to his motorcycle into a pocket on his uniform and opening the bags on the motorcycle, revealing the cans and foil wrapped sandwiches inside. "Zia seems to think they're pretty good."
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 2:22 pm
"Even cooking for you sounds like a case of assault," he sighed, shaking his head. He was not really too upset about the last time they'd met though, as his armor had fixed itself up just as he thought it would. And he hadn't been too bruised up by it, so he supposed there were worse things than being pulled behind a youma motorcycle involuntarily.
Not too many things, but enough for Camelot to forgive it.
Camelot moved to help if he could, though he was given a moment of pause when Realgar mentioned Zia. Call him old fashioned, but Camelot had a very strong paternal instinct, and most of his friends fell victim to it. He was protective and he was always wary of looking out for them, so when their names popped up in conversation with a Negaverser, even one he was friends with, he grew a little concerned.
Especially considering Zia's track record. Last time, he'd had to save her from one of the most dangerous Generals he knew.
"You have a friend named Zia?" he said cautiously, just in case it wasn't the same person. But really, how many were there?
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 3:13 pm
"Ha... yeah I guess it does sound like that." He admitted, not having thought about his choice of words. But then was their really anything truly gentle about using heat and ground up plants to prepare chunks of dead animal? "Yeah, kick a** lady. Purple hair... curly..." He gestured vaguely and added... scar about... there..." "I think you know who I mean." "Don't look so freaked out, Tin Man, she does a better job selling uncorruption than you do. Eat your sandwich. Poison isn't my style. I took too much damn time on this stuff to do that to it."
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 3:26 pm
Camelot smiled despite himself, nodding his head. The description sounded about right, though he was wondering what sort of trouble she was getting into now. Hopefully this was a turn for the better, talking to Negaverse folks instead of provoking them until they snapped and tried to stab her.
Definitely a better situation than the last time he saw her.
"Does she? That's good to hear. I suppose it's more who she chooses to pitch it to than anything else: the last time she tried it, I can only presume, she must have come on at the wrong angle." He laughed and shook his head. He was interested in his sandwich, though, and he hadn't thought about being poisoned too much until Realgar mentioned it.
He looked a little doubtful for a moment, then shrugged and took a bite of the food he had been given. It was worth any poison it might bear, he decided, as it was very good and he was very glad to have run into Realgar. His stomach was very happy, too.
"This is much better than anything I could do. Which is not saying too much. But really, this is very good. Ah. What have you been talking to Zia about, then?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 3:44 pm
"About me changing sides." He didn't figure it made sense to muffle the impact of that little bomb. "Oh and motorcycles. She had me ride her out to some big house. Son of a b***h had this beautiful goddamn Harley and it's just sitting there getting older. It's a crying shame." He tried to hide the grimace, thinking of how torn she had been. Are you going to be alright? She asked, and twisted her fingers into his riding leathers until it hurt. He still didn't know if it was going to be ok. "I think she'll take on the whole damn negaverse if this ******** kills me, so I guess that's extra reason to stay alive, huh?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 4:17 pm
Camelot smiled and nodded his head, looking a little worried.
"You think it might kill you?" he asked, shaking his head. He hadn't seen it yet, but that didn't mean it wasn't possible. He had never seen a purification directly, only heard about them, and believed in them. He'd seen the end result of it, and he knew that it was not permanent, if the Negaverse wanted to take someone back, they could. But it was not without cost to both sides.
That he knew all too well.
He wanted to be able to protect those that chose to try purification, those that did not want to be subjected to Chaos any longer. He did not doubt in the good of purification though, and he was hopeful that if Realgar did go through with it, he would be just fine. He would awaken as a knight, and be free of Chaos.
At least as far as his starseed was concerned.
"I think you'll be alright. You have a lot of support on this side of things already, after all. And we've seen what purifying can do. If you did choose to do it, I think you would be fine, and Zia wouldn't have to get herself in any more trouble." he couldn't help the disapproving parent tone that came with that last sentiment.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 5:26 pm
"Between the two of us, Zia's going to get in trouble if she wants to, and if she thinks someone's trying to stop her, she'll do it to spite you." He pointed out. "And yeah, I am kind of afraid it might kill me. Not the process, but the Negaverse. I'm not one of Zinkenite's pets. If he goes to great lengths to catch up to me, it's not going to be to bring me back into the fold." There was a rumble of resentment there, and a touch of wry amusement that Camelot had any idea of trying to keep Zia out of trouble. He could read it in the mans tone, the worried parent tone. "She's an adult, Tin Man. My mother took that tone when I went out for a motorcycle license. Seriously." He shook his head and gave Camelot an further dubious look. "A lot of support, Tin Man? I've got you and Zia so far. Which is two more than I guess I've got on the other side, but still..."
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 7:41 pm
Camelot wrinkled his nose in distaste, shaking his head but he knew that the other, younger man was right. Zia had a profound and terrible ability to get herself into the strangest of situations, but he hoped that she would continue to associate herself with people who would protect her, and save her from herself if necessary. She was smart and she was clever, but at the end of the day that could fail her. That could leave her in danger.
It wasn't always enough.
"I know, she doesn't need me fussing over her, but I'm going to fuss over her anyway. She might be an adult, but even adults need other adults looking out for them, sometimes."
He sighed, though and let the conversation shift, watching the Negaverse soldier with his warm, kind green eyes. He always had this sort of look when he was thinking of the future, when he was fretting about someone and basically adopting them into his very extended family.
"Well, you'll have more in the White Moon than you know what to do with. And I think Zia counts for two or three people on her own, so that is pretty useful."
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 11:52 am
"I'm not gonna tell you to not give her a hand when she needs it, I'm just sayin' she's going to do stuff to get under your skin if she thinks you're telling her what she can and can't do." Zia, after everything she'd had to deal with, needed a chance to feel in control, and being fussed over would just make her rebel. Camelot was right though, she was totally worth lots of people. "Anyway. I dunno. I figured I'd give you a heads up. I mean, not a lot has been lined up, but... a start is a start." Not everything got out of the gate like a rocket, even though it was damn boring and frustrating to drag along waiting for things to start moving.
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 12:07 pm
Camelot knew all too well how stubborn she could be, but he had to be a bit less stubborn as well. He sighed, wishing his 'kids' didn't work so hard to annoy him, but it was mostly his own fault for being overbearing by nature. He smiled despite himself, while he shook his head.
"Well, I will help you as much as I can, and if you need anything, you can always come and find me at the library. I hope that things work out, because I'm proud of you for taking these steps. It's not easy, I know, but it's important."
He looked thoughtful, wondering if others might follow his lead, might come over to the side of Order willingly and stop the need for constant battles and needless killing. It was a long shot, but even the smallest changes were important, and would help. If it had to be one at a time, then so be it. It was better than none, and it was certainly better than how many White Moon were being lost to Chaos all the time.
Smiling warmly, he patted Realgar lightly, and awkwardly, on the arm, before returning his attention to his sandwich. It really was very good.
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 6:56 am
"Don't get me wrong, Tin Man, I'm not doing this to be noble." He felt he ought to make this clear, Camelot was an entirely different breed than he was, and he didn't think that even purification would make them the same. Camelot struck him as the type who'd been fatherly and noble even before he'd awakened, but that was just guess work. "I'll figure out the details later but I'm not doing this to change one leash for another."
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