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 Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 10:59 pm
Now that the evenings resumed with the usual amount of moonlight, Ellie felt more at ease with doing a more usual routine. Said routine was just going out at night and getting some burritos at Taco King.
However, there was something off about her routine.
It probably had something to do with the pile of kids that were high in the lobby.
Once she had her stash, she grabbed her bag and exited quite quickly.
She wasn't going to sit amongst the Zoo of potheads. It might have been different if Hobbes was with her, but she wouldn't brave such a storm on her own.
Going home would have been boring. It was probably a big no-no on her part, but she found one final solution in the form of her henshin pen.
And so, Ellie was no longer Ellie, but instead Sailor Iris, sitting on the roof of Taco King and enjoying her monstrous pile of food. She looked up to the moon, thinking over the recent events brought on by the Eclipse.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 9:21 am
The power signature showed up on the radar slightly before he did, the motorcycle's growl preceding that. He hadn't even been planning to power up, except that he's caught a glimpse of someone on top of the Taco King, and a closer look told him it was the same one who had fought almost shoulder to shoulder with him against the Shade Queen, and opened a can of kick-a** on his Shade. He debated cruising by, but had powered up instead, driving back around to pull up to a parking spot where she could watch, hoping this would demonstrate that he wasn't trying to pull a fast one on her. "Nice crash spot." He called up. "Got this piece of s**t back together if you want to have a laugh." He offered, gesturing at the mishmash monster of a machine. Seemed like as good a time as any to get to know the young woman who, per Camelot, was probably his best hope of ditching Zinkenite's choke chain.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 5:04 pm
She hadn't noticed the Captain's approach until a rather sudden aura seemed to flicker into existence. She glanced over the edge of the building and there was that Negaverse Captain she had saved.
He was obviously calling to her, trying to grab her attention. Back at the fight against the Shade Queen, he had mentioned his bike was a beast of random parts, and looking for her current height, it was obvious he wasn't exaggerating.
Grabbing a burrito to bring down with her to the street level, she hopped down to where he was standing, landing very solidly upon her feet.
"...it beats the pot-fest goin' on in there right now..." She waved a hand back to gesture to the inside of the restaurant before unwrapping the edge of her burrito. She sauntered up, bringing her burrito to her lips and taking a bite as she inspected the bike.
After a few chews, she commented "....kinda ballsy fer ya t'be showin' this 'round while in uniform..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 5:32 pm
"I built it to drive in uniform." He bantered back, once he realized she hadn't just threatened him. Maybe he was a bit too high strung after the last couple weeks, because he was feeling a bit hair trigger on throwing punches. "Day time bike is a Honda, doesn't come out at night." Neither would he tell her the type, this was about being able to create a functional Frankenstein.
"...Usual crowd of idiots drifted in then huh?"
He was pretty sure he could guess some of them down to the face and the personal aroma, having dropped in occasionally to get food before going home, days when he was too tired to even hit the microwave buttons.
"Anyway yeah. This heap isn't even registered, and it's ugly, but it ain't Youma ug.. no it's that ugly it just doesn't eat people."
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 6:03 pm
The blonde walked about the vehicle, crouching down and seeming to thoroughly inspect the bike. She bit into her burrito again before standing up and moving on to a new angle.
She went on this way for a while before standing up and finally looking to the man before her.
"...it's a piece of sh*t..." she said with a grin. Even though he mentioned the brand to his day-bike, the eternal senshi didn't ask for more details.
Usually she would, but in this case, she'd let it slide.
It was actually the same reason she was restraining herself from bragging about The Spectrum. Last thing she needed was a potential enemy chasing her about during her daytime life.
Taking a final bite out of what remained of her burrito, she asked another question.
"...so... did ya really come find me jus' to show off this well built piece of sh*t?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 6:16 pm
"It is a piece of s**t, but it's a piece of s**t that runs pretty fast." He grinned, with that sort of wistful, ridiculous pride with which one might address an incredibly ugly pet that you loved anyway.
The grin lit up his face briefly, but only briefly. It wasn't entirely unlike turning on a lamp, only to have it burn out with a snap and leave you back where you started.
"...No that's not why I was out." His hand on the handle bars tightened it's grip on the metal part of the bars almost imperceptibly.
"Camelot pointed me your direction. He said you or Polaris were my best bet on purifying, but said you'd probably be the best one to go to."
He was pretty sure asking a girl to prom hadn't made him feel as dopey as this, but then, getting shot down for a date was a whole different form of 'life ruining' than this had the potential to be.
"...Seriously I don't know what to say other than that. Zinkenite is a turd in a fun size candybar wrapper? I mean s**t that's hardly a secret."
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 6:37 pm
Her cheeky expression didn't seem to falter, even when he explained his scenario in the briefest.
"...So... it's Camelot... and not... um... I think th'Cat said somethin' 'bout Zia..."
Obviously she and ********* had talked a bit before this new encounter.
With a sort of well meaning laugh, she signaled for him to follow her before leaping up and landing back on the roof of Taco King.
She was hungry, and she still had a lot of food sitting there, getting cold as they talked.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 6:44 pm
Realgar was pretty sure he looked like an idiot,fumbling around for an answer on the matter before he followed her up to the roof, where an impressive amount of food was waiting. He'd seen one other woman put away food in that quanity, and she'd been name dropped.
"....Well it wasn't Camelot that sold me on the idea." He admitted. "...Zee did that. She gets the signing bonus, or the card punch or whatever. Purify this many negas, get a free subway sandwich or whatever."
"How's the cat doing?" he added He hadn't seen her since she'd talked him out of a couple cans of food, and maybe partially because he hoped to figure out from her tone how the conversation was going. It was sort of hard to guess from her expression if she was pleased, amused, or just thought he was hilariously stupid and was planning to beat him through the roof onto one of the tables below when she finished eating.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 7:14 pm
Iris was already unwrapping another burrito and preparing to take a chomp when Realgar arrived and began to mention Zia's involvement in all this. "....I f*ckin' hate that b*tch to be honest... f*ckin' thief is what she is..." With that she bit into the new burrito. With a few chews, she eventually added "....forgive.... me fer..... not necessarily bein' excited..... that she's bringin' ya my way..." Having claimed a burrito, she reached into one of the take-out bags laid out and pulled out a wrapped-up soft taco. With a casual toss, it was sent in Realgar's direction. The mention of the cat caused her to shrug a bit as she swallowed down her current mouthful. "...still got a limp from her copy attackin' her... I'm sure she'll recover if she relaxes..." With Annie around the house, that cat was prone to being more pampered than a rich kid's Persian. And then she asked perhaps the most naive question in the world. "...so... who th'f*ck is this Zinkenite... or whatever?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 8:12 am
He had to admit, based on listening to the diminutive GK, at those sparse times he appeared to those that were not part of is treasured collection, he had come to assume that Zinkenites name and face were a known thing in Destiny City, like some sort of disapproving boogie monster. It amused him more than hearing Zia referred to as 'A thief'. "I guess he needs to do more PR than emerging from his 'War Room' (he added air quotes to this) to tell us how smart he is compared to the rest of us." He chuckled, a touch bitterly and eyed the soft taco as he caught it, as if it might turn into a miniature GK and attack. "About so tall... blue hair with ridiculous bangs, coat almost as big as he is, ego way bigger than that? I know the little b*****d pops his nose out occasionally..." He snorted, glaring now as he unwrapped the taco she had been generous enough to share. "Shrimp makes a lot of promises at the get go, but then he dropped me blind and left me to figure things out on my own. It's bullshit to take orders from someone who makes it ******** clear he only cares about his special pets and the rest of us can go hang. I'm through wearing a leash for him. I'm not just gonna stand around and wait to get offed on behalf of 'his' things, and I'm about waiting for that to be what happens next." He could have ranted longer, and louder, but instead he took a rather vengeful bite of cooling food and chewed it angrilly, waiting to see how she reacted. "So sorry of Zia and you don't get on, but if you can't help, I guess I'll look elsewhere. I'm not going the rest of my life wondering if him or someone else is going to yank me out of a moving car or something and tell me to go pick up some star seeds and a pint of milk." Ok that was a bit too aggressive maybe. He regretted the ultimatum as soon as he's said it, and hoped he wasn't screwing things up, but damn it... wasn't it good enough that he wanted this in the first place? Were they going to telling him now he'd been judged and found wanting? He'd pictured that end result so often he didn't think he'd be surprised if she did. She wasn't Zinkenite though, he had to just stick to that thought. Wait and see how it went.
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 5:11 pm
As the Captain spoke, the blonde senshi gazed out, not seeming to focus on anything, looking rather deep in thought. Of course, she still continued to reduce her second burrito into an empty wrapper.
Once given the chance to speak, she tossed her empty wrapper into one of the bags. "...So this Zink guy... he's a General King... right?" She lifted a hand and began to ruffle up her own hair a bit. "...I think I remember seeing some guy like that at the ambushed meeting... led the attack as I recall." He was one of the many who relied heavily upon chucking little bombs as she remembered.
Realgar's apology didn't go unnoticed, and soon enough the blonde had abandoned messing with her own hair to get herself her own soft taco to devour. "....dunno why th'f*ck you'd apologize fer somethin' that ain't yer fault. Zia's Zia... and yer you... if I made a decision about somethin' like this based off someone else... that'd be f*ckin' dumb."
With a shake of her head, she then addressed something pretty significant to this whole discussion.
"...so what do ya know about the whole purification thing anyways? I want t'know what gaps I'm gonna have t'fill in so ya have a good idea what yer lookin' at."
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 5:42 pm
"Yeah. He's a General King. Which doesn't seem to say much for the qualifications in my book." He nodded as he confirmed this, cocking an eyebrow at the Burrito (which was actually fine, it just happened to be in the path of a complicated flood of emotions. "Camelot gave me a fair run down. So I know not just any senshi can do it, and I know it'll blow a giant hole in my memories for fun, and that I'll be a knight afterward, whatever that entails." He shrugged and took another bite of the Taco, not eating as fast as Iris, but then the whole subject tended to tank his appetite. Uncertainty had that effect, and although tasty, what he'd just eaten was starting to form a lead like weight in the pit of his stomach. "That about the long and the short of it?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 6:03 pm
The eternal senshi wasn't very familiar with the knight known as Camelot. She had at least heard his name before, but it wasn't like she ever really dealt with him.
"...Camelot's knowledge on the matter is very basic. I'd guess so, if only because he hasn't had to deal with the subject very directly."
She sighed, leaning back a bit as if to get herself comfortable, her food consumption slowing down to an absolute stop.
"You are right about the memory-issue, though I don't know if yer fully aware of what that entails. See... this past winter, ********* found a senshi that had been taken directly into the Negaverse... and one thing led to another... and from what th'Cat mentioned... it sounded like the senshi was gonna have t'kill *********... but when she wasn't able to, she decided the best alternative was to kill herself... rip out her own starseed and junk. Th'Cat stalled her... but th'only way t'save her was... to purify her."
She paused, deciding it was not wisest to go super in-depth to the fact she passed out. Names probably would also be best to avoid at this point too, especially if this guy was still under the label of Negaverse.
"After that... she lost everything. She didn't even know her own name, and she had no place to go back home to, because nobody knew where her home was. All 'er life prior to that moment... was gone... all she had to 'er name were the clothes she had on 'er back."
She shrugged before sitting upright a bit more and looking through her paper bags. "...I ain't tryin' t'discourage ya in all honesty... but there are lots of uncertain things lurkin' 'bout in all of this. I don't know what is gonna happen to yer memories or th'life ya built to this point."
Seeming to find what she was looking for, she pulled out a packet of hot sauce and tore open the corner with her teeth before merely letting it hang between her teeth. With a grin, she added "Ya gotta make sure ya really want this... I won't purify a p***y a** b*tch who will be sobbin' 'bout this crap after th'fact!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 5:03 am
"I get the risk." He argued, though the reminder sent, not for the first time, prickles running up his spine. He didn't even get it himself, why he was so afraid of loosing something he swore he wouldn't miss. "I mean what am I supposed to do? Go all Memento and get shitty tattoos? Make a f*king scrap book? It's gonna take what it's gonna take. At least this time I'm going into it with information and not bullshit promises." Hell maybe he'd get lucky and forget the things he wanted to forget anyway. Sure beat the hell out of a hangover, or he imagined it did. Maybe the best way to think of it was to treat Chaos like Cancer. It could come out, but it was going to take something with it. If you were lucky, it wouldn't affect your life too much, but you just didn't know until you spun the wheel. Beat dying though.
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 9:50 am
As Realgar whined about the subject at hand, Iris took that time to push all the hot sauce out of her little packet and into her mouth, still grinning like an idiot.
"...if ya got tattoos fer this, you'd come across as a poser, dipsh*t!"
She put the packet into one of the bags and seemed to return to business.
"I'm jus' sayin'... yer gettin' a chance that the senshi I spoke of didn't get a chance to do. You get a chance fer closure on what yer life is right now. You know goin' in that things won't be the same. Don't ya have responsibilities that might get f*cked over if ya don't take care of it now? Job... family... junk like that?"
A stray strand of her blonde hair seemed to blow forward, which was rather quickly tucked back amongst the bulk that hung down past her shoulder.
"...I mean, I wouldn't recommend doing things that will make the Negaverse suspicious... I suspect if they ever found out what happened to that senshi I keep mentioning... they'd start hunting her down like a dog an' all... you know... possessive bullsh*t and whatnot!"
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