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 Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2013 8:54 pm
Blank sheet music was already wrapped and hidden in his room, in the bottom of his dresser under his socks, so Alois didn't happen to find it in case the other was inclined to snoop about for gifts. The house was decorated for the fast approaching holiday. The tree was up in the sitting room, something about Alois' height, and full of dark green needle bearing branches. The branches bore the weight of garland, lights, ornaments. Little orbs and tear drop shaped objects of glass, frosted and clear, plum and soft frosted plum baubles were joined by icicle like ornaments which fell down from their branches several inches. Alexandre had sought to make a very pretty, almost postcardesque, tree as he even added little silver bells here and there.
He'd tried, and succeeded, in getting Alois to help him with the decorations. He was too short to get certain things up high and needed a little, or a lot, of help with various things. He'd found out that with some proper bribing, energy and sweets, got him the help he'd needed from the dark haired male.
With Alois' help the decorating had gone quickly, and easily, with pine garland hung with lights and bows added to it. Candles in holiday scents and snowflake crackle candle holders littered the living room. The blond had gone a little overboard perhaps, maybe not, but the decorations had overflowed from the living room and up the stairs and into his own room. He hadn't dared to go into Alois' domain and bring a little holiday cheer there; Alois had gifts wrapped under the tree anyway!
Alex couldn't help but reminisce about what had gone into this years holiday season. Last year Lily had been living here, so had Johnathan, and now it was just him and Alois. Alexandre had felt unsure and weary of asking for help, even broaching the idea of decorating, as he was unsure of Alois opinion on the holidays. But as he turned the corner to their block he felt a smile settle onto his features, despite the cold. As he parked he couldn't help it when his attention went to the front windows; from which the tree could be seen.
Climbing out of the car Alex went to the back to grab three large bags, two containing last minute gifts for Alois, and once the trunk was shut and the car locked and alarm set he made his approach. Shivering from the cold, wind blowing and snow falling, the blond stepped up to the door. It really felt festive and nice. Pulling his keys out, shifting the shopping bags in his arms, he unlocked and door and stepped inside. Back to the living room as he shut and locked the door before unwinding his scarf from about his neck; both items set on the small table by the front door. The bags set down on the floor gently as he turned finally. "Alois?" He called out while unbuttoning his coat, a shiver making it's way up his spine. God he was cold!
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 7:36 pm
Alois lay bleary and beached against the couch, half-curled into a loose fetal position while he breathed as little as possible. He vaguely eyed the strands of Christmas lights he taped to the corners of the walls with painstaking precision, all for the sake of cake, but he didn't feel fully present. His consciousness was buried somewhere between his fractured ribs and the bubbling ache that perpetually plagued his throat. It dulled to a throbbing discomfort, thanks to his budding interest in measuring out and administering his own prescription analgesics, but that same meek ache served as a constant reminder that it might've been a partially mental manifestation. Perhaps that dull pain only throbbed because he could not forsake the subject of its origins - the single senshi that sought to murder him, and nearly did.
Alois curled further into a legitimate fetal position, and rested an arm against his eyes to block out the view of festive holidays that he couldn't possibly stomach anymore. He found it far more relaxing to bury himself in darkness, in the mild burn from his feverish limbs. Sometimes he felt his ribs shift in their broken, pointless forms beneath his weight, sometimes out of breath alone, but with the aid of ample morphine he ignored it with lukewarm effort. Occasionally he forgot to breathe, but overall he decided he needed nothing more than overbearing Christmas decorations and enough morphine to weather the exorbitant agony that threatened to overtake him at any given moment.
He didn't need to eat, to sleep, to stand and stretch and shower.
Before the fractures that effectively stalled his life, Alois had managed to find a suitable gift for his roommate - one that held a little more tongue-in-cheek humor than he figured the blonde could withstand. However, he figured that ultimately Alexandre would come to appreciate the gesture, for having an ashtray modeled after a plant surely signified that Alois would refrain from putting out his cigarettes in the indoor plants now. As one who dealt in sentiments more than trifles, Alois found it a more fitting gift than yet another candle holder to adorn the blonde's already gaudy room.
Even now he raised his arm just enough to drift his lazy gaze toward the meticulously wrapped gift, resting against the base of the tree. Maybe it was a small testament to the humanity he finally entertained, or a grave marker for his obstinate refusal to attempt more widely accepted traditions. He couldn't bring himself to care much anymore; the morphine dulled his willpower to a despicable level these days, and he was fine with that too.
The misanthrope wasn't entirely sure if he dreamt Alexandre's arrival, but he responded just the same. Out came a lethargic grunt in response to the blonde's tentative prodding for a reply. After a large delay, Alois finally drew a deep breath and forced himself through the near insurmountable effort of sitting up. After rubbing his eyes with the sleeve of a baggy black sweater, he drew his knees to his chest loosely and wrapped an arm about the two to retain their vague position. Afterward he rested his free elbow against the top of the couch and combed his fingers though heinously tousled hair, only for them to rest idly against his scalp.
"You look cold," he managed dully. "Zere's a blanket around here somewhere..." He surveyed his surroundings in a lackadaisical manner until his gaze settled on the heap of quilt crumpled at the foot of the couch, likely kicked off during unintended slumber. "Down here."
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 11:13 pm
Hearing noise from the living room he made his way closer and turned on the lights, dimming them as they came on, and stared at the other. Disheveled would be a apt word to use right now to describe the other, his hair looked like he had decided to not brush it this morning or do anything with it, and he looked a bit...off? Maybe it was just his imagination or the fact the other seemed to be waking up from a nap. It was likely that he looked like he'd just been roused from a nap; hopefully a good one.
"I'm sorry if I woke you. I wasn't aware you would be resting." Softly spoken words as he approached slowly, gaze dropping from the other to the blanket, and bent to pick up the blanket and lay it at the others feet. "I am indeed cold. It's snowing out and there is a hell of a wind to go with it. The snow was, for a short time, coming down sideways." Shaking his head fingers ran through the blond locks, mussing them unintentionally, as the glove-less, and frozen, digits reached the back of his neck where his hand stilled. Finally, after a moments silence, he started to undo his coat and laid it on a near by leather chair, rather than the couch the other occupied. "Did you have a good rest?" It was such a normal question and yet so over used; and still Alexandre used the same tired and over used words. It wasn't because they were nearly a mandatory thing to ask but rather because he actually did care, was curious, and did wish to hear an answer from the other. As he took a seat on the end of the couch he kept his focus on the dark haired male, waiting for a response.
It was as he watched the other that he noticed it. That odd breathing and slowly concern grew, shown in his eyes, and he leaned forward toward the other. Drawing his legs up onto the couch and under himself, as he turned to sit sideways on the couch and fully face Alois, he tilted his head at him. "What happened? Your injured..." Someone had hurt the other - hadn't they? He knew Alois might have injured himself, he had in the past, but that wasn't the first place his mind wandered. Not with their night life and what it consisted of. Nope! His mind went right to someone else having hurt Alois and he wanted to know every detail he could get out of the other; and get in to check on him physically and make sure he was alright. The cold was ignored as was his desire to get warm as energy and adrenaline surged and coursed through him as he sought information; and a visual inspection of the other.
Once he had his answers, his assurances of the others well being, anger would undoubtedly surge and take over - color his vision in hues of red. Whoever had done this would be sought, he needed a name form Alois, out and if the blond had his way he would find a way to make them pay for whatever injuries or injuries they had inflicted upon the dark haired officer who sat in front of him looking far more innocent, in his opinion anyway, than he knew Alois to be. Right now though... "Are you able to move so I can see?" He would get his answers once he knew the others physical state; and after those answers would come the anger and seeking of revenge.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 5:28 pm
"I don't remember falling asleep." Blearily Alois scraped his fingers through his hair, either knotting it into a convoluted mess or straightening out what wavy, wayward strands rendered him as more a vagrant than he felt right now. Glossy golden eyes peered upward at the blonde, who soon sat opposite him on the couch. Unsurprisingly it took him a few moments to gather his thoughts and respond in a manner more natural to his disposition. "In any case, I must'f slept well enough. But... you could abandon ze small talk at any time, Alex. I won't miss it."
But it seemed that Alexandre had greater concerns for the misanthrope than the quality of his sleep - as Alex took a seat, he leaned forward in worry as those slate eyes frisked him for some answer toward his unnatural breathing. Alois offered a tired, sly smile as he toyed with the prospect of withholding that information; how might he further drive the blonde insane than deny him the answers to those petty concerns? "I'm not telling," he answered in near singsong tones. "You can find out what happened to me, but you can't find out what happened." He paused, drawing a couple fingers to his lips in muddled confusion. "Oh, I said zat wrong didn't I?" Acting sober proved harder than he thought.
Without further pause for elaboration, Alois removed his shirt in a painstakingly slow process. Despite how feather light his limbs felt, Alois moved as though he forced his way through thick molasses. Arms crossed over his chest while slow-curling fingers sought the hem of his shirt, and they inched upward at a frustrating pace. Once he managed the shirt over his head, he held the pose with crossed arms crowning his disheveled hair. "See?" Surely the heinous bruising from the broken ribs would draw his attention forthright, but he wagered the discoloration around his neck from strangulation would not pass unnoticed. Idly he wondered if the loud colors spreading across his body reminded the blonde of Christmas lights. He almost laughed at the prospect, but tried desperately to restrain it for its lack of character.
"Flail chest, zey call it," he answered while slowly donning his shirt once more. "Feels strange. Hard to breaz'e. Zey said not to go anywhere, but we bos' know how I feel about zat." The misanthrope smiled broadly, as if sharing a secret he wasn't meant to tell. "Oh, but Serpentine wouldn't haf' me idling on ze couch, not when he could put me to work scribbling away vapid gift cards and draining energy until my fingers felt numb." Or until his lung collapsed again and the hospital had to suck the air from the cavity surrounding the failed organ.
Even that sounded a little funny, in a way.
It felt easy to simply be himself around Alexandre now. He could coast through conversations with his usual acerbic quips and the blonde would either laugh or chide him gently. Easy, easy, too easy. And how hard it proved to act himself when so much morphine coursed through his veins that it addled his brain and left some giggling, lackadaisical shadow of himself in a broken husk. But surely Alexandre wouldn't notice, for he must know that Alois' stupidly unkempt appearance only caused the blonde to look positively immaculate by juxtaposition. Again, he almost laughed.
Conversation never felt so entertaining.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 11:12 pm
Not remembering when you fell asleep? That was something he'd done a few times; he'd fallen asleep without meaning to or wanting to as well. It was just that sometimes you were simply that tired, whether you realized it or not, and sitting down resulted in sleeping for a while. But what had Alois that tired? Was he over working himself; or being over worked?Did the dark haired male realize that there was something...cute in how he looked right after waking up? The blond doubted it and he wasn't about to inform the other; he didn't care to risk his life over some little observation and opinion. He doubted Alois would like to be thought of in such a manner; even if it was true.
Was Alois...teasing him? Staring with wide eyes he shook his head at the others sing song words and odd answers - was he really that tired still? "I don't think you said that wrong. Though I would like to know what happened to cause the injuries you have." And what injuries they were! As he watched the other remove his shirt Alex found himself holding his breath, unknowingly, and letting it out in the form of a loud sigh when he saw the bruises covering the others pale flesh. The paleness of the other was ignored, he was used to it and unbothered by it, as he focused on the others injuries and Alois' accompanying words.
"How many?" He questioned as he pointed to the others ribs. How many were broken or otherwise damaged, he'd ask who did it later and hopefully be answered. For now the focus was clearly on the injuries. "It is strange. I've had two broken at once, it's not at all enjoyable." At least it hadn't been for himself, and he doubted the other found it enjoyable either, as he looked him over. Alois really looked like someone had beaten the hell out of him, and if it weren't for the others ribs he might hug him, instead he reached out to gently touch the others throat. "That I'm sure doesn't help with breathing either. When your not doing as Serpentine says, because I'm not going to undermine him, I want you resting and trying to heal up. I'd suggest taking some of the energy you gather to help your injuries - or I can pull some energy for you.." After a moment he lowered his head mumbling his next words. "You could also power up and take some of my energy..." He'd only ever had his own energy taken once but he'd offer it to the other if it would help - even a little bit.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 11:06 am
Alois donned his shirt once more and snorted out of frustration. Always the same interest in the past, in what happened to cause his labored existence now. It disappointed him to hear the blonde inquire about events he couldn't change, rather than how Alois might be coping with it now, and if he needed any help. But maybe now Alexandre understood that if he offered help, Alois wouldn't turn it down for as long as the boy was willing to offer it. And why should he? An offer to play slave proved a prudent choice for him.
"I don't like telling zis story, but I will tell you anyway." The misanthrope offered a stern, though muddled, stare toward the boy to highlight his distaste in talking about it. "Once upon a time, I set a painting on fire. I never found much merit in ze philosophy behind art, and I'm forbidden from killing anyone, so I sought it sounded fun. It was, I sink, but I left before ze flames spread much. Takes a lot of time, and oil stinks, you see." He wrinkled his nose at the memory. "So I walked out wis' my cigarette, and went toward ze alley, where someone decided to stop me."
Alois slowly lowered himself back against the couch, more out of his sluggish struggle to retain consciousness than any real care toward his injuries. If they didn't hurt, they wouldn't mind what he did. And has his eyes darted between multicolored Christmas lights like a linear timeline, he continued his story. "We said some sings zat I don't remember, and I approached him so he used his magic. He has stinky flowers, you see, so I covered my nose because I remember zem rendering me narcoleptic. I didn't really like zat ze last time I found him. My face hurt after waking up against ze concrete, but I didn't realize it til later - and zen I had more pressing problems. But zat's a little irrelevant.
"Anyway, he has zese vines too, now, so zey pinned me to ze ground. And before zey disappeared, he kicked in my ribs wis' his wooden shoes and zen sat on me, which made sings worse, but apparently he wasn't quite satisfied yet - for he tried to strangle me too." Overkill, but he hadn't died. "Someone stepped in - a senshi, I remember. Eternal, maybe. Zat would be why I'm still alif'e, disappointing as it might be." But the first senshi was nice about it - they understood each other in some basic way. It felt softer now, under the guise of morphine, when he pictured the blonde senshi's gaze.
And Alois would've nodded off from there, but the Alexandre's probing question forced him toward retaining consciousness. "I'd sing sree broken ribs and a cracked one to ze tune of Twelf' Days of Christmas, but I'm not feeling zat creatif'." Opening his eyes at the blonde's touch, he feigned a pout toward the boy. "I would'f liked it if you undermined him. But haf' it your way - don't step on any toes, even if it's fun to hear zem crack now and again." He coughed weakly; Alois wondered if his throat tried to swell shut every time he spoke.
"Alex..." Alois paused, propping himself up on his elbows as an afterthought. "I don't need your energy. I found somesing a little more useful. But if you're still feeling helpful, find me a mirror and a marker. Somesing dark."
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 9:42 pm
Alexandre was sure the other didn't like to tell him about his injuries, or rather how he'd acquired them, but Alois giving in and telling him was appreciated. You burnt a painting...and for that you got these." He stated while his eyes racked over the others form. He didn't like the idea of Alois being injured at all but perhaps it would make more sense if he'd done something...more. Destroying a painting, as much as he disliked it, and for that he was beaten on? Somehow it simply sounded like too much to him.
"I've never smelled a burning painting, so I wouldn't know. I'll take your word for it though." And not ask why he decided to burn a painting or where he went and did this. That was rather pointless to be honest. He was more concerned with the why and who, and learning about the senshi who had done this.
"They cause you to sleep...interesting. I've never ran into this senshi." Which meant the information would be getting written down in his notebook, the one he still kept under his mattress, in order to remember this senshi and their powers. The information would help, a lot, for himself and any others he might impart it unto.
Wooden shoes...what the hell? He'd seen some skimpy weapons and heels that looked impossible to run in, dresses also, but wooden boots! Whoever designed the uniforms on the other side was on something, at least part of the time, he was sure of this. "So a senshi saved you? That's...odd but a good thing in my opinion." Despite what Alois said and might want Alexandre liked him alive, thank you very much, but he wondered if there would be some cost later on down the line for such a gift. Alexandre wasn't about to complain, at least just yet, about a senshi saving the other but he knew better than to trust the other side. This was a war and the senshi were the enemy, as were the knights, so he doubted anything came for free or would be given with no strings attached. He didn't like it, and yet he did, but he'd keep that to himself for now.
He could use his energy, it would help with healing, but he didn't fight the other as he stood slowly. The other had some means of dealing with the pain and he could ask, maybe he should, and yet he didn't. He didn't want to push; knew better than to push and snoop about too much. "Of course. I'll get a marker and mirror. Stay and rest, I don't want you feeling worse. Do you want something to drink while I'm at it? Hot chocolate or something else?" He questioned gently, slate eyes focused down at the other. He'd find the senshi, one cold night, and see to it they learned their lesson. He had, at least he felt he did, enough information to find them or know who they were when he encountered them.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 9:08 am
"Maybe I'm not telling ze whole story," Alois hinted obviously. He rolled his head back while he closed his eyes, and only stopped when he felt the arm of the couch impede his progress. Swallowing, Alois felt the bruised muscles in his neck labor to complete the task. "We could make a game out of it. Ze whole story. We could..." The misanthrope raised his hand in the air to imitate a shrug. "Maybe a guessing game, or a..." He trailed off, entirely absent.
Several moments passed and reality pooled back into his perceptions with a warm ease, almost a welcoming sight. Everything felt dulled and soft, even the lights lining the corners of the ceiling or the candlesticks on nearly every surface. Even Alexandre felt soft somehow and he hadn't even touched the man. For once reality felt considerate enough to avoid stabbing straight through his senses and wound his mind with a headache of a rush. Yawning, Alois answered the question that came floating aimlessly back to him. "Water would suffice."
Alois sat up against the couch, one bony shoulder buried into the cushioning on its back. Slowly his head tilted to the side until it reached a higher point of the couch, and he wrapped his arms about himself lazily. Only in passing did he realize he could practically cocoon himself in the blankets strewn across the floor, but by then he realized he was warm enough, like the air stilled to accommodate him. And Alois wondered if Alexandre fostered a festering hate for the senshi that nearly killed him, but he couldn't possibly conceive of why Alex would do so now. The evening felt too perfect for that. Why ruin it with petty thoughts of murder when he could simply sit on the couch and rediscover heaven with him?
Oh well. Alex never quite hit it off with drugs anyway. More for him.
Closing his eyes once more, Alois pulled his knees to his chest. Unsurprisingly, his ribs didn't protest the action. And for once in an impossibly long time, his body was working together in complete harmony - much like the rest of the world. And Alois found the easiest way to characterize it was through music: with each object constituting a tone in a melody and each action constituting a tone in a harmony, what he now heard was a piece so brilliant it shamed all the composers of old. Maybe this was how the music of the spheres came about - simply feeling the world connect in such a seamless manner. But thinking felt difficult, and occasionally his focus drifted from his mind altogether.
As Alois waited for Alex to return, he settled into picking at the buttons on the couch while listened for the blonde's approach.
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 5:22 pm
The other seemed tired, or at the very least relaxed, as he watched him and waited for Alois to finish what he'd been saying about a game. Then came the answer to his question on a drink. "Alright, water sounds good." A light smile was given to the dark haired male, he really didn't seem as he usually did, before he drifted off to the kitchen to get the other a glass of cold water.
Passing through the living room, on the way upstairs to get a mirror and marker, he dropped the water off with a gentle touch to the others shoulder to let him know. "Waters' on the table." He whispered, not wanting to be too loud. The other was seated on the couch, rather than laying down, and hugging his legs - he looked comfortable. How the other managed such a position with broken ribs was beyond him, he hadn't been able to do so when his own had been broken. Alois likely had taken some pain killer, perhaps the same one he'd been given by Alois when he'd been stitched up. It was the likely thing and he could understand it - broken ribs hurt a lot.
The trip up stairs was done silently, or at least as silently as he could, as he went to his room to find a marker. He did paint and sketch and such so he had markers in his room, since he was taking art classes and would be working in all forms at some point. The mirror...well that wasn't too hard to find though it was odd that he had one in the house aside from what was up on the bathroom wall and the big oval one he had standing in the corner of his bedroom. What he found was a fairly small, slightly rectangular, shaped mirror that was double sided. One side showing things as the right size while the other side showed things magnified. Why he had it he wasn't even sure; he wasn't that vain.
Wondering when the mirror had come and where from he headed downstairs slowly, wanting to keep the volume down, as he reached the first floor he shuffled into the living room only to see the other prodding, or picking, at the couch buttons. "Bored? " He questioned gently as he sat down and offered up the two requested items; curious over the others plans for them both.
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 3:53 pm
Breathing came easier when he relinquished his grasp on his legs, and he felt his ribs shift with a certain marked unease. "Hmm?" The blonde's question interrupted his stunted considerations for his rib's current position. "Not bored, no. Just... I'm unsure. I cannot explain it in English." For a while yet, his gaze fixated on the arm of the chair just opposite him, where his roommate sat not long ago. It still held the slight indentation of his figure, both within the back and the seat, much like a ghost of a ghost adrift in the house. Much like... the strange lack of presence Alexandre held when he was so beleaguered by his actions against Bazzite.
"Ze only way I can sink of to put it is, lost but not sorry. It sounds nonsensical, but... Maybe if you squint and tilt your head to ze side..." Alois imitated the actions referenced while his gaze still lingered on the couch. "It could make sense. Right?" Finally he looked toward the blonde, who stood with pen and mirror in hand, as asked.
Alois usurped the requested items without warning. "Sit," he commanded, gesturing toward the cushion next to him using the tip of the marker. "It will take a while, but you will see what I am doing in ze end. Does it seem strange to you, Alex, zat I'f changed so drastically? I used to know exactly what I was doing, wis a clear goal in mind, beyond all zis undisciplined nonsense." The misanthrope waved the marker about, clearly emphasizing his disgust for his current regrettable situation in the Dark Kingdom. To fall so far from grace... He would be filled with both honor and hubris should someone compare him to Lucifer himself. It was no great leap by principle alone. "Now I am wasting hours on ze couch, nodding off as I flood my system wis' drugs, for... what? Passif' suicide? A sense of retribution?" He laughed, strangely bereft of bitterness. I'm not sure anymore. Quite ze reversal, isn't it?"
The misanthrope examined himself in the mirror with painstaking scrutiny, eyes raking over every fault and perceived defect over the landscape of his face. Thoroughly dissatisfied with what he saw, he instead lowered the reflection to his throat, where loud bruises staked a claim over his life. Thraen's ghost of a grip kissed his neck with such fervor that he labored to breath at times - when his throat swelled at night and his lungs weakened from great bouts of agony. Finally Alois uncapped the marker with his teeth and exposed the felt tip to the air between them, generating a pungent scent. Seemingly disregarding it with little more than a wrinkle of his nose, Alois carefully began tracing the bruised outlines to the senshi's hands.
"I'm sad, Alex. I'm actually sad. It's strange for me to feel like zis, I sink, but it's not rare. Were you in my position, you would feel similarly, correct? Most anyone would. It's... hard to labor srough ze most rudimentary of actions, and to do so wis' no recognition. Sometimes I wonder if it's too much pain for me to bear. But talking about it now, I don't feel anysing. Just zis..." A sigh bubbled out of the misanthrope's throat, hitching with wayward blood. "Displaced relaxation."
Nearly done, the marker on his throat looked nothing like hands.
It looked like wings.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 8:09 pm
"At the others answer, the simple and than the elaboration, he bobbed his head slowly. "I think that makes some sense...in that I think I know what your trying to say. Perhaps not though." As he sat, as commanded by the other, he tilted his head and wondered what the other was going to do with the mirror and marker.
"To be honest - no. I think we all change our goals; whether we plan to or not. It's something which simply happens as we grow and things happen to us; as the world around us influences us.It's just how life, how we all, are left to live." Hadn't he said similar words once, or twice even, in the past? The idea, the concept, sounded familiar as though he had spoken them aloud in the past or words of similar meaning.
"Your not wasting the time - your healing. If you feel like your not doing anything though perhaps a plot would be good for you, some sort of plan to put into action when your better." He offered gently as he kept his eyes focused on the other, waiting to see what the others plans for the marker and mirror were. When the marker was uncapped, and the smell hit the air, he wrinkled his nose for a moment before he was again focused fully on the other. Curious eyes watching and waiting as he wondered if the other was going to do as he thought he was going to do - draw on himself. Why though? He didn't question Alois, not aloud, as he followed the felt tip of the marker with his eyes.
As the other spoke again he lowered his gaze and nodded slowly, in answer to the half asked question, whether the other wanted a real answer or not. "I think I would...maybe more hollow than anything." He whispered as he wished to lean forward and hug the other, embrace him, and try and help him in some manner. When he lifted his head he was met with a lovely sight...wings. The other had turned what could have been deaths very kiss into wings. It was, symbolically to him, a vast contrast to the prints left upon the others fair skin the the senshi. "Wings...they are lovely."
Reaching out he leaned forward, just a little bit, and touched the design gently. "Are you going to make them permanent?" He questioned with honest curiosity coating his words. He didn't have an opinion on it, or at least not that his voice gave away, he was simply curious if the other would be having ink put under his skin in this same design.
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 9:56 pm
"You weren't present for ze demotion, Alex. I suspect zat any attempts made toward such plots would be met wis' harsh resistance. Serpentine does not... respect my messods, nor I his. Funny how we're stuck working togezzer." Alois smiled faintly. "But... I sink I can come up wis' some intriguing ideas." Specifically, courses of action he might take to undercut the terse captain. Serpentine's attempts to recondition him had struck wide thus far - perhaps his intentions worked for Buddingtonite, but the two hardly compared.Now Bischofite considered how he might manipulate his new captain instead.
The touch to his neck dissipated his thoughts, and the misanthrope leveled his gaze on Alexandre. "I might. It depends on a lot of factors. A lot of factors zat I don't want to sink about right now..." Closing his eyes, Alois settled into the crook of the couch, where its high arm met with its back. Afterward he folded his arms across his chest, where his sleeves pulled up slightly. "Come to sink of it, Alex, I don't sink I could kill him. Zat's not to say it's outside my capabilities, but it's more like... Apprehension. Yes. If to cause grievous injury is to cause change, zen would it truly be in my best interest to eliminate a catalyst? Stagnation is worse zan deas', I fear, so..." Slowly his gaze trailed to the string of lights, where he watched a lone, burnt out bulb. "I don't sink I would murder him."
As he sat up, his mind slowly churned for a resolution. It felt agonizing and arduous, as if he could not yet force his brain to process, but eventually the thoughts came to surface. "No, I'm not sure what I would do if I found him again. Perhaps clamor to join his side." A lazy smirk roused in his features, and he offered a tired laugh. "Perhaps I'd stand zere and gape like an idiot. Or invite him to try again. Or walk in ze opposite direction. What are ze odds of crossing ze same senshi twice over a city of zis size? It's ridiculous to consider it..." Another chuckle rose from his strained throat. "I guess I really am on drugs, eh?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 3:03 pm
"Perhaps that's why you were stuck together, because you are two vastly different people. You both work in different ways and certainly think in different ways. I can say that I don't think nor act as others of my rank either." From asking others to not use his rank when addressing him to being so friendly, open, and willing to do whatever others wished. He liked to work with others and please them; to a point. Everyone was different. "Your right though, I wasn't there to see you demoted. I'm not sure how I'd have felt had I been there..." Though he was sure he'd have been upset, and not because of whatever the other had done but to see his General demoted. He had, and still was, proud with Bischofite. The other made a good, strong, General in his opinion. He was proud to have been the one to corrupt him and to have the other living under his roof. He wondered if Bischofite had any idea that Alex felt such strong feelings for the others abilities, accomplishments, and just how the other went about things.
As the other spoke the thoughts were banished, rather quickly, and left him smiling at the other. "So long as you don't get in trouble - do as you please. If it gives you something to do with your time then by all means - please yourself." He said this with that smile still in place; encouraging the other to do what others might consider punishable.
Sitting back as Alois got comfortable he nodded his head. "Alright...so no death for this senshi. But he will still suffer for bringing you such injury - won't he?" He questioned lightly as he kept his slate eyes on the others figure, as if asking permission to track down and hurt the senshi himself. "I suppose perhaps a thank you before any punishment is dealt the senshi? Something for his help in dispelling the stagnation you dislike so much? After all you might just run into him again. The odds are against it but not impossible. I've run into a few senshi many times. I suppose it's how a rivalry and growing hate for some of them is able to blossom; constant run ins and fights." Oh he had a real hate for some of them, he wanted to spill their blood and paint the ground red with it, it wasn't something he made much of a secret of either. Those senshi knew very well of his hate for them and his desire to spill their blood to the very last drop.
"I'd hope you'd never join their side. I wouldn't like us being on opposite sides of this war. Having you as an enemy would not be good for me." As he had no doubt the other would put his brilliant mind to good use were he to join the white moons side. Alexandre had no desire to come up against the others plots and traps.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 5:00 am
"Yes, yes, and we're supposed to learn from each ozzer and all zat drivel. I sink she plainly wanted me to suffer. She wanted me to endure great pain and misery by ze ones zat I 'tormented' so. However, Buddingtonite lacks ze..." His voice crackled and popped as he trailed off. "Finesse required of one in power. I don't sink zat's quite ze right word, but he cannot seem to... See past himself enough to train anozzer, whezzer zey require it or not. And considering zat his head is too far up his own arse to conduct himself in a significant manner, I suspect she defaulted to Serpentine as ze better option." His anger toward the redhead felt metallic and palpable, producing a slow sneer in the misanthrope.
Son afterward he slumped against the couch, his head resting against the arm, and closed his eyes. "I don't like being idle, Alex. I don't like sitting around and whittling away my time like zis. It's boring, and zere's no one to ******** wis' besides you. And even you're getting boring zere - you can only jump and cower from rubber spiders so many times before it becomes maddeningly predictable." Though he planned other tricks, their acquisition proved significantly more expensive than what he could afford. Another glaring drawback to working with Serpentine - not enough time for his own damned job.
"I don't know... For once I don't know." Alois raised his hands and rubbed at his eyes fiercely, as if trying to wipe away a stubborn grogginess. "If he suffered himself, he could change, but... He works well enough as he is now for a catalyst. It's a puzzling sing, you see, to look at how to deal wis' what he did to me. I could kill him, but zat sounds counterproductif' to what ozzer benefits he might bring. I sink..." Alois placed a finger to his chin before sitting up in a decidedly more animated fashion. "I sink I want to break his hands. no, his will. Break his will, make him suffer such great anguish zat he might be able to relate to me now. And when he is a sobbing mess of a man, broken in ideals as well as body, see if he wants to join our side. Can you imagine what zat might be like? I could haf' an apprentice..."
With a bubbling sigh, the misanthrope seemingly deflated. "It's difficult to decide what will come of zis, Alex. I don't like to predict it. Whatever comes of zis mess, I want it to be a surprise. And I sink it will be - too many probabilities crop up when I try to analyze it. It's a good sign; no matter how zis tale ends, it will be fruitful in its course." Alois suspected the morphine now concluded its work, as a dull pain blazed in his ribs. Prostrating himself once more, he crossed his legs atop Alexandre's lap without a second thought. "What do you sink?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 7:44 pm
As the other spoke Alexandre felt the desire, and perhaps even need, to laugh. The way, or rather the words, the other spoke just struck him as amusing. Not because of the situation but the words Alois used to speak of his opinion on his punishment and why he had been saddled with the Captain. He figured there was indeed a reason behind it, and Alois was likely correct in that, but he doubted it was for him to suffer. That was likely the only area where Alois was wrong when it came to his belief; and Alexandre himself could be wrong in fact.
"I agree about Buddingtonite...to a point. I don't know if it's because he can't see around himself or what the reason, I don't know him well enough." Even though he did believe he knew the red head well enough; he could always know him better. "I do however agree about him not being good for training another. he'd good to work with however. Training another isn't easy though...and I'd say it differs with each of us...a lot in some cases." Thinking of himself and General Mica. He was vastly different from her, and e still held a great deal of respect for her. "I'll take your word on how far up his a** his head is." He said with a gentle, slight, nodding of his head. Perhaps it was also because he could have an ego, even be vain, that he didn't see it so strongly in Buddingtonite? That was an idea which drifted through his mind, only to be brushed aside, as he listened to the other and focused on Alois' words.
"Jump and cower...is that what you call mini panic attacks?" He questioned with a suddenly raised brow. Shaking his head he smiled down at the other after a moment. "I suppose you'll just have to have me get things for you so you can do things and keep yourself entertained and occupied. I wouldn't want you being bored here while you recover."
"Perhaps I should work on something myself - some sort of plan or plot. Something I can bring to the higher ups and look into putting into motion." Doing the same thing every time he powered up, every time he went out late at night, could be dreadfully boring. Even if little things changed the basics remained the same. Maybe it was time he do something more...something which would help further the goals of the Negaverse and perhaps help, in the long run, to putting an end to this war and the white moon's supporters. He'd ponder it further later; when he wasn't with Alois.
"You want to break him and make him change?" He questioned after a moment. His eyes on the other as he watched Alois sit himself up and speak on the matter of this troublesome senshi. "Do you want to make him like you? Or just where he understands you...you want an apprentice so you want him to become like you?" He questioned before smiling gently. "It would be wonderful. Another like you would help our ranks and would be a lovely, splendid, thing to have. You have not brought anyone into the Negaverse yet - have you." Half asked and half statement. He didn't know of anyone brought in by Bischofite and he liked to think, with certainty, that he'd know if Bischofite had corrupted someone. Alois, or Bischofite, would tell him right?
Looking at the legs in his lap he shook his head, a pleasant smile finding it's way to his features as they softened. Lifting his gaze to the others golden eyes he tilted his head. His hands settling themselves onto the others legs. "I do agree. Whatever happens will be most interesting - if only because your involved. I do hope you keep me in the loop? I'm rather curious on this all. I also think it would be lovely if this senshi were broken and once properly broken decides to join our side - becomes your apprentice." Alois would be able to mold them a perfect agent, in his opinion, someone with a mind who could do similar to himself. Oh, it would be lovely and it would be a harsh blow dealt to the white moons side - he loved the idea.
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