The footsteps behind him echoed powerfully against the grassy landscape, both foreboding and purposeful in their intent. Bischofite recognized this. Bischofite understood the inherent intent granted by the White Moon, or more appropriately, their knightly counterparts, and he expected it in spades - especially given his reputation. But, by some stroke of good fortune, Bischofite discovered one of the more murderous members of their often too-saintly group: a foolhardy young page with the unshakeable intent to murder the once-general in cold blood. He smiled as his pursuer smiled; perhaps the two shared a small bond in their iniquitous drives.
When Bischofite first crested the abnormally long church building, its eaves clacking faithfully beneath his feet, he felt the faint signature in the peripherals of his mind. He paid it little heed, as he had some research to complete, and in recent days those nagging sensations petered off due to a heinous aversion to confrontation, or so he assumed. In mixed surprise, this signature grew in intensity until the origin stood at the double doors to the church, scanning the area in mild confusion for the chaotic source that he sought. Bischofite found such obliviousness almost endearing, so he tore a page from the book he absconded with and folded it meticulously into a paper plane. Off it went, all words and potent literature, sailing through a still night only to strike the target's shoulder uselessly. The now-defunct plane drifted to the ground, forgotten in favor of identifying the one who threw it.
The chase began thusly, with the page scrambling to crest the roof of the church. Bischofite encouraged the dusky redhead with vitriolic phrases, punctuated with a crafty grin, as he watched the boy slip and stumble amongst the various architectural detailing afforded by the church. And when the time came that the youth seized the gutters with his victorious grip, Bischofite saw fit to break the bracings pinning the gutter to the building, which sent the page hurling down toward square one. All in all, he found it an initially delightful yet overall boring experience, as his assailant offered little in the way of thought-provoking or surprising approaches. Taunts and idle harm were not enough to tide the lieutenant over.
When the time came that the youth finally surmounted the building, a short chase began. Bischofite slipped into the bell tower easily enough, and had slipped down the church bell's pull to expedite a little distance between them. To his displeasure, the page proved a superior sprinter, likely due to the lieutenant's recovering injuries, so he often resorted to small, spur-of-the-moment traps to impede progress. Often times these included tipping bookcases or disturbing pews as he looped his way to the stained glass windows, but they afforded scarce benefit. His pursuer remained hot on his trail, and the only remaining method he had to dissuade them further was to springboard off the back pew and send himself through the stained glass.
Needless to say, he made a mental note to pick the smaller shards from his skin upon reaching safety.
With the time the youth spent picking the lock, Bischofite managed to lose him. Maybe he should've considered it a victory, and left it at that, but he recognized that the page's boiling sense of purpose would not allow him to stand idly by while Bischofite still roamed the streets. Armed with this knowledge, Alois broke into a nearby sporting goods store for a pair of his favorite accents to his vicious machinations: bear traps.
Now, once again engaged in the chase, Bischofite taunted the page breathlessly. "Are you simply hellbent on my getting a daily dose of exercise, or do you actually intend to stop me?" Such a roundabout insult cost him greatly, as the lieutenant's ribs ached unbearably with the constant abuse of sucking in breath after breath in his intent to push his body beyond its respiratory limits. Such slow asphyxiation ate at his peripherals, a slow descent into tunnel vision, but he pressed on as he knew he hadn't far to go.
He only needed to remember their exact placement, and he left a nondescript arrangement to ensure that.
Seven meters. Just seven meters.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 10:46 pm
The feeling of chaos running through her was still very new to Lellouch, so she had decided to head out and test her new found... powers. She was pleasantly surprised to find basic things had a bit of an enhancement to em. She found she could run faster and jump a bit higher and farther then before. Not to mention her hair even gained a few inches -- feet? -- and was now longer then she was. The blonde had been told to patrol but... well curiosity had killed the cat and she wanted to see just what she could do.
She was distracted from her little discoveries when she sensed both an order and a chaos energy signature a short distance away. Closing the distance had been easy, even with her senshi powers Lellouch figured she could have easily covered it just running on her own. The signatures themselves belonged to a Lieutenant and a Page. She watched for a moment, as they ran before sprinting into action herself. She shot ahead of them just a distance before ducking behind a rather thick tree covered in some sort of creeping plant.
She waited, listening as the sound of running footsteps got louder and then suddenly the black clad Lieutenant shot past her. Again, she waited a moment before springing from around the tree and running straight at the Page before Judo kicking the guys face in. ....Well that was fun.
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With a half-gambled, half-timed leap, Alois jumped over the mass of ivy ground cover that masked his minor trap. Soon afterward, he found himself utterly starved for breath, and his run petered toward a jog that died out to a walk. And once he doubled over to gasp for breath, a sudden, startling impact behind him drew his attention sharply. A glance over his shoulder revealed a corrupt senshi he never met before, and the very page he lured toward a scrap of fun now lay sprawled across the ground. Bischofite almost smelled the bloody nose before he saw it; copper laced the air immediately.
"Superfluous, but effectif'," he commented breathlessly. His ribs ached far too much to project properly. As a result, he doubted either one of them heard him. Finally he straightened up and turned to regard the two more fully.
As expected, the green- and brown-clad page curled up on the ground, his hands pressed frantically to his nose. Maybe the cartilage shattered; maybe with every snort, he passed more bits of organic matter resembling plastic in its flexibility. Maybe he even recognized it as leftover fragments from his obliterated nose. And despite that facial travesty, with eyes squeezed shut and brows knitted together in exorbitant pain, deep brown hair framed the site of injury through long bangs and longer strays. And as he struggled, almost contorted beneath the weight of that agony, thick rivulets of blood stained the white shirt beneath his brown tunic.
The offending object remained unscathed, at a glance. A lithe girl, toned but not overly muscular, stood in a waning martial arts position. Her hair cascaded down her back and pooled behind her feet - the mark of a corrupted senshi, alongside the gaping holes in her head and heart. But her eyes were open, irises sporting a striking blue, which tied in well enough with the slate accents in her uniform. And given the feathers adorning her outfit, Bischofite wagered they held some similarities inherited from the Negaverse standard issue. But perhaps the most unusual aspect to her was the fact that she stepped in without invitation - from what he surmised, most officers chose to leave him to his own devices, given the reasons behind his punishment.
But who was he to turn down a change in plans? Bischofite grinned, having finally recovered some of his breath, and addressed her without reprimand. "I hadn't anticipated your arrival, senshi, but your sudden appearance is not unwelcome." However, he shied from addressing her with a nod of approval. "I don't recognize you. Tell me your name, and I might tell you what steps you should avoid." Then again, he might just lie for the mild mirth inherent in watching a bear trap clamp around her ankle. She'd be nonplussed, surely, but he never quite found a reason to deny his own fun for the sake of others' safety. And judging by the loud scars across her arms, dimpled with keloids from old stitches, she was no stranger to pain.
Good - thus far that's two aspects in common. He could use tolerable allies of late.
"But if you prefer, we can play a bit of a game to find answers." Bischofite approached the page in a roundabout path, circling a pair of trees rather than passing between them. Once he stood near the boy's head, the lieutenant crouched for a healthier understanding of the damage. Soon after he peered toward the downed page, his adversary snorted blood toward the lieutenant, which blended miraculously with the facepaint. After pressing a boot to the page's neck, Bischofite tore a strip of white fabric from the boy's collar and meticulously wiped at his face to catch any and all globules of blood.
Despite his indifference toward death, Bischofite was no fan of bloodborne pathogens.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 12:49 pm
Lellouch relaxed her stance slightly as she watched the page curl up into it's ball. At least the ******** wasn't thrashing about like an idiot and cursing... Yet. People always wiggled and flailed like idiots when they got hurt. But hey, who was she to stop someone from making injuries worse. They had to learn somehow... She was mildly disappointed that the page didn't hit his head on a rock or a root when he crash landed to the ground.. But atleast his nose was bleeding. She had inflicted some sort of pain.
"Lellouch." She said, finally looking away from the page and towards the other man. Her head tilted slightly, and a brow rose curiously. Steps to avoid? Her eyes flickered for a moment to where the Lieutenant had run past her, wondering just what he meant. "I apologize if I interrupted something I shouldn't have. I was just near by..." She shrugged a shoulder as her gaze returned to the page. The senshi watched as the dark clad man leaned over to inspect the page, and the page in turn, snort blood on him. The curious look from earlier gone, replaced now with a flat, bored stare as she looked from the Page to the Lieutenant. Well that probably wasn't smart.
"A game?" She questioned, watching as the page wiggled-, she knew it was coming. It always came, and tried shoving at the boot on its throat. Lellouch crossed her arms, mulling it over. This would either prove to be very fun... or very very stupid. The blonde shrugged, a grin breaking out. "Alright. Let's play your game."
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After discarding the makeshift rag, Bischofite removed his boot from the neck of his former pursuer. It crunched softly atop the stiff ground cover, which raised his wariness toward where he stepped. "Lellouch," he echoed, mulling over the name. It sounded familiar, but he couldn't place where. "Somewhere in zis vicinity I planted bear traps. You likely cannot spot zem wis'out daylight, as I had intended. Now you might understand why I was running from zis fool - and so does he." Perhaps he was injured, but the page wasn't deaf - and it always intrigued the lieutenant to watch how others clung to information while under duress.
The page began his struggle to his feet, and Bischofite measured out a few feet of distance from the man. He watched as the dusky boy still clutched his nose, with thick rivulets peeling out between his fingers as snakes dropping to the savannah from the trees. Bischofite watched Lellouch with avid interest apparent; he needn't focus on the page now, for the boy already knew of the bear traps. How could he move without triggering one himself? But they had little time to banter about rules before the page's creativity started to flow - the lieutenant wagered he had roughly half a minute before his adversary resorted to ranged weapons.
"A game it is. Hot and cold - somesing simple. Wis' ze exception zat you won't know if I'm talking about your advances toward ze bear traps or ze page's. You seem more zan a little interested in your new find, so why don't ze two of you work out your differences wis' ze added fun of watching where you step? Could be enterta-"
A rock from his previously quiet adversary grazed his temple, leaving a thin gash that flushed with blood at an aggravating rate. Bischofite winced and pressed his palm to the injury, though he failed to suppress a snarl toward the noisome brat. "Don't stop until he swallows all his tees', senshi." Without further dawdling, Bischofite took to a proper perch within the trees.
And the page only angered further, hastily searching the ground for any decent ammunition. Now faced with two enemies, his nerves began to unwind - a slow process involving a profusion of sweat that drenched his tanned face. And as he wiped his eyes, red hair threatened to obscure his vision. He hated this - hated bodily limitation and hated going out alone - but he couldn't stand to let these strange, destructive agents siege the streets for much longer. If they wanted to play some tired old game and get themselves killed one by one? Let them. It was easier this way.
And so he prepared a punch, aimed straight for the blonde's face - even if it didn't connect, she had more than a little hair to pull instead.
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so i was thinking we could roll dice to determine who gets close enough to get bear trapped. i'll roll for the disposable, so it'd go something like this:
1 - character drifts farther from the trap. 2 - character remains the same distance from the trap. 3 - character gets closer to the trap.
after three consecutive 3 rolls someone gets an ankle nommed. otherwise, i can just decide over the course of the battle, or you can have lellouch get her ankle chomped whenever you like. and stop putting your tags down girl! dayum
Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 12:25 pm
The mention of bear traps seemed to peek the blondes curiosity but she said nothing on the subject. "Bring it then. It sounds fun." No pain no gain. If she ended up triggering a trap later on... well she'd deal with it when that happened. "Do I get to know your name, game master?" Again, she raised a brow as the page threw a rock at the dark haired man. "My 'friend', as you put it, doesn't seem smart.. I'm willing to bet spitting or throwing things at your face are not the wises things he could have done..." Lellouch gave a lazy two finger salute at the 'order'.
"Oh come on now.. I didn't hit you that hard.." Lellouch said as she waved a hand. "It's just your nose. You can still breathe.." For now. The blonde took an automatic step back when the page launched himself at her, fist drawn and ready to hit it's mark. However it missed... Just slightly, as it grazed her cheek, but it missed. The page didn't seem to annoyed by it as his fingers fisted in the blondes hair. "Don't you ev-" Lellouch began only to be silenced as the page gave a rather harsh tug. The senshi hissed angrily, snatching her hair back. Oh the draw backs to having ridiculously long hair.. "Run."
Swallow his teeth? Fine. Lellouch would make sure he choked on them on the way down.
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The tussle sparked quickly, but the corrupted senshi possessed more penchant for talking while fighting than he would've liked. She taunted much like Xenotime. Insulting niceties or abrasive belittlement, it didn't matter - they only danced across the surface of psychological warfare. Bischofite frowned; instances like these reminded of the atrociously small scope on which other officers operated. With no sense of expansion, how did the Negaverse expect to quash the senshi threat entirely? Were he a general once more, he might've expressed his doubts to his superiors.
But for now, he preferred to watching the growing tussle beneath him, as a means to distract himself from the thickening burn on his temple. A brush with his sleeve confirmed a gout of fresh blood; he sighed in exasperation, but the senshi soon proved her merit in battle. Untrained as she was, she still possessed the ability to commit violence with little encouragement. Maybe Serpentine would've rewarded her, but...
He was no Serpentine.
The lieutenant peered between the branches, naked from the jarring cold. The two edged to and fro, occasionally skirting the hidden bear traps. With each step in meandering closer, his breath hitched with excitement - only to fade with a sudden dodge far from his chosen location. "I'll tell you my name once I'm satisfied wis' ze outcome of zis fight." Peering at the two below, he studied their postures and dance. Their ebbs, their flows, their flotsam and jetsam. They operated on a sinusoidal wavelength, something that might've surprised him initially but soon lost its flavor through predictability. A certain laziness overcame his speech, once commanding words now lost to mumbles. "If you really want to win ze fight, page, try reaching for her starseed. You see it, don't you?"
As if a sudden luminance exaggerated his next course of action, the page hesitated for a moment, but that sudden pause subsided as soon as he confirmed the enemy's words. Surely enough, her starseed lingered in that gaping, unnatural hole. But with her quick pursuit and flaring temper, the page had to round a tree to shift her focus enough to attempt thrusting a hand toward the hole. He expected to grasp that slight little gem, but his arm collided with some unseen force that prevented its entry.
Now he was at a loss.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 10:46 pm
"Who's side are you on cutie?" Lellouch called flatly to the Lieutenant. "Or are you just bored?" The senshi was about ready to make a grab for the charm around her neck when the page's hand 'bounced' off of nothing. Huh... So pages couldn't do that fun little trick.. "Interesting... This night keeps getting better and better.. Though, my eyes are up here you know." Just who the last part of statement was directed at went untold.
She was getting tired of this though. So once again she reached for her collar. Touching the charm, energy took the shape of the skull between her fingers. "Lellouch Congress." She muttered as she threw it at the pages feet. The make shift skull erupted, sending a flurry of raven feathers everywhere. In the pages confusion Lellouch did just as the Lieutenant had and bolted into the tree tops, hiding in the higher branches.
She watched, waiting with baited breathe as the page staggered around in the feathers. Just a bit closer.. There. Jumping down, Lellouch grabbed one of the lower branches, and just like a gymnast on a swing bar, tossed her body forward. Boots once again aimed for the pages chest. The page rolled on the ground where he was tossed and Lellouch staggered a bit as she regained her balance when she dropped from the branch.
Sailor Scout Attack: Lellouch Congress Saying the name of her attack, Lellouch touches the charm on her choker. Lellouch pulls some energy in the shape of the charm and throws it at feet of the attacker. Once it hits the ground, it explodes into a fury of raven feather's temporarily disorients the person. This attack has a five foot radius and lasts for 20 seconds. She can use this attack up too twice, should she choose to use it a second time, she breaks the charm off her collar rather then gathering it.
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Cutie? Was she joking, or did the senshi Ate coin some long-standing joke now? "Bischofite," he corrected abruptly. It rent his name from his list of withholdings, but the lieutenant had a wealth of other information to hostage to the end of the tussle. After folding his arms atop forked branches, the misanthropic lieutenant peered through the trees toward the wild tussle unfolding below. The page must've fought to the best of his ability, but Bischofite found it greatly lacking in comparison to his previous run-ins. Hell, even Acubens fought with greater finesse than the boy. Insulting, at best.
However, the previously bored lieutenant raised an eyebrow in welling curiosity at the girl's use of her magic. Feathers roiled outward from the makeshift energy visage, providing quite the spectacle for the eyes. So she already knew of her magic - that bade well. And as he watched further, she utilized the time wisely enough to land a particularly effective kick with the help of the surrounding trees. Perhaps this one proved an excellent addition to the Negaverse, given both her experience and tenacity. She likely exceeded his abilities in terms of skill, even at his general stage.
This twisted his prior enthusiastic smirk into a frown - how he hated constant reminders of his own ineptitude.
The page groaned softly, rolling slowly onto his stomach as a means to take the pressure off his injuries. Blades of grass crowded his mouth, and he spat desperately to clear his airways. Exhausted and pained, he saw little reason to keep fighting - not if it meant his life. The boy writhed upon the ground in a struggle to elevate himself to his feet, but not even a nearby tree lent purchase for his desperate, seeking hands. Slowly he forced himself into a mock push-up to gain some ground, but he already wasted too much time.
The lieutenant lingering in the trees finally dropped to even ground and settled his gaze on the corrupt senshi who recently dismounted from the great, groaning limb she used just moments ago. Though he said nothing, a certain mix of approval and stoic invitation blended in his eyes - a beckoning to come and see. And as the lieutenant approached her battered and beaten quarry, he stole away the man's arm, successfully setting him off balance once more, and dragged him toward a particularly ivy-laden patch between two trunks. Once he relinquished his grasp, the page's face twisted to a look of shock and confusion as he likely felt the pressure plate beneath the matting of English ivy.
Finally Bischofite motioned for Lellouch to come to his side before blending the gesture into a quick point toward the page. "If you're willing to participate in all my little scandals, my little tricks and traps and petty scenarios, zen press your boot into his forehead and push until somesing exciting happens." Offering a mock half-bow, Bischofite stepped away from the spectacle to a more manageable spectator position.
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The corner of her mouth twitched, as she tried not to grin. Pet names almost always resulted in getting the persons actual name said... Though he wouldn't have had to have been called cutie if he had given his name when she asked earlier.. "Bishofite then." ...Though if he thought that was the end of the pet names...
Well someone would be in for a surprise later.
She tilted her head curiously, watching as he dragged the page off a bit. "Oh I'm willing." Lellouch said as she walked over and did as she was told. Sure, she had been told there were bear traps somewhere, but that didn't stop the small twitch of surprise that went through her as the plate was triggered and the trap sprung. Nor did it stop the small cooing noise that crept out of her throat when all was said and done.
Again she cocked her head to the side, this time studying the scene before her with wide eyes, a mix of curiosity and excitement. She took in everything. The way the skin tore around the teeth of the trap. The amount of blood that poured from each of them. The look on the pages face wasn't too bad either.
Lellouch took a step back, almost as if to admire it further. She was however, interrupted by a second whooshing noise. And she had just enough time to look at her own ankle before a second trap snapped shut around it.
Ah well. s**t happened.
Lellouch exhaled a long breathe, closing her eyes as her fingers curled in on themselves to form fists before uncurling again. "Son of a b***h." She hissed through clenched teeth as she thread her fingers behind her neck- which only resulted in Lellouch dragging her fingers down it. "Cute. Real ******** cute." Definitely gonna feel that in the morning.
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The Saarlander lieutenant steepled his fingers as he waited, watching Lellouch with bated breath. She already knew of the bear traps he procured earlier, so should she prove one capable of analytical deduction, she would know the potential outcome of his invitations. Surely enough, she committed the act as asked, and even exhibited a manner of superficial awe of the scene. The former general's eyes narrowed slightly - none of the reverence or fear expected of one exposed to death ever crossed her face.
A proper grunt, maybe, but not someone intended for the complex plans he laid on a conceptual scale. Too bad - he was hoping for a peer at some point.
And then came the second bear trap, clamped around the girl's ankle with equal force. Perhaps karmic backlash or simply an ironic turn of events, but Bischofite didn't bother to quell his laugh. The strain self-evident in the whistling hitch, the misanthrope laced the majority of his fingers together and used his pair of indexes to cover a twisted grin. The bulk of his mirth stirred due to excitement, for the corrupted senshi refrained from displaying the typical signs of pain paraded around by those in the same predicament. She did not scream; she did not cry. She bit back her pain with a strength denoting an unbending mind. This bade both well and terribly, for that trait found thorough use in the Negaverse, but often butted heads with superiors (as he knew so well himself).
Bischofite approached her before halting just behind her injured leg. The lieutenant leaned forward, just past her shoulder, before craning his neck to look up at her. "Hurts, doesn't it? I suspect you won't be walking wis' quite ze same gait for a time. But... I haf' my own punishments to endure, you see - somesing worse zan stepping into a bear trap for someone like me." Bending down while retaining straight legs, Bishofite dislodged the mechanism with relative ease. Before fully resetting the trap, he urged her leg out of its potential grasp with his shoulder, then finally threw the trap a few feet away. It clamped shut with a resounding clang while it sailed through the air.
After straightening up, the former general continued with flippant and neutered gesticulations, evidence of his inability to express himself through gesture alone. "Wis'in demands exacted upon me, I haf' to help you, even if it's against my sensibilities to do so. Which, might I add, it is." With the page now clothed in civilian attire, testament to his obvious death, Bischofite tore long cotton strips from his shirt and tied them together for a makeshift wrap. "Zis is an utterly paltry solution to a substantial problem. Zere's a clinic not far from here, one of zose free ones zat constantly bog zemselfs down wis' ze workload in zis city. It's closed at zis time of night, which means we are free to pilfer as we see fit."
Finally the lieutenant kneltt down and set to wrapping the makeshift bandage about the glaring, bloody teeth marks in Lellouch's leg. It must've hurt, he recognized, on a superficial level. He spent little time in tightening the wrap and finally securing it with a knot. After straightening up, he brushed at his knees to dislodge any potential dirt. "Come on - I expect you to walk of your own accord if you expect to amount to much in ze Negaverse." Afterward he departed in the direction of the clinic.
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 12:28 pm
"Oh ha ha.. I know you're grinning so stop hiding behind your hand..." Lellouch grumbled, rolling her eyes at the Lieutenant before returning her attention to the trap. "...Well there's a first time for everything I suppose.. Yes, I will have a lovely little limp for a while. Thank you for that." She hissed, muttering an ow when he moved her ankle. "Are you always this charming on first encounters?"
She snorted as he explained. So yes, he was probably even more charming then he was now. Great. "Can't you just lie? Or is this a 'the walls have ears' thing where the ******** always seems to know?" That had to suck if it was. Poor b*****d.
The blonde senshi watched as he tied the wrap around her ankle, with another hiss and curse or two. "Uhm. Thank you." She touched her foot down a few times, testing different amounts of pressure on it. And she debated, for a hot second and a half, if would just work better to do a one legged hop the whole way. But no. She wouldn't do that. Tomorrow would prove fun.. Oh well, can't say she'd never had anything drastic happen before.
She made a bored noise as he told her about the clinic. Sounded like the ones her parents had, even if it sounded like there were some differences. Oh well. If Bischofite knew where he was going then fine, there was probably no point in sharing the information anyway. "Charming b*****d..." She muttered as she limped after him. "
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"Normally I charm ze life out of people," the lieutenant explained while walking backward toward the street. "Zere haf' been plenty of instances where individuals die by hanging, or electrocution, or any number of strange phenomena upon meeting me. Curious, isn't it?" Afterward Bischofite turned toward the street, where a pair of cars passed in close succession. Their headlights streaked across his vision and traced the horizon with a ghosting of discoloration. Much like the thick rivulets of blood running down her leg, he realized.
"I can lie better zan I tell ze trus', but in zis instance, strangers could easily tell of my inability to follow rules wis'out even realizing it. And I don't find it prudent to risk restoration of my rank over my beliefs. As long as I can enforce zem on myself, it is enough." Except it never was - even with Buddingtonite, he couldn't allow the man to work out his own sufferings - instead, Bischofite applied all his principles to the confectioner in painstaking execution, and what came of it was a demotion so humiliating that he considered shirking his position in the Negaverse altogether. And who else did he subject to those very ideals? Xenotime, Persephone, Medea... The list extended far beyond immediate recollection.
But what came of those meticulously rendered schemes? Nothing more than his own setbacks.
The lieutenant ensured that he stayed a handful of paces away, straying to nearly twenty feet ahead of her, if only to remind her of her recent gimping in excruciating detail. Upon hearing her refer to him in such a flattering phrase, Bischofite half-turned to wink at her and immediately rolled his eyes upon returning to his normal course. He knew not what to make of this senshi yet, but he suspected that tolerating her exacerbated his misanthropic tendencies at an astounding rate. Perhaps she'd purify, or he'd be executed for killing one of their own... But at least the trite pet names halted for now.
Bischofite broke into the clinic with relative ease - because of its state-funded nature, the building hosted a subpar alarm system, so shattering the glass and unlocking the door from the inside incurred little incident. Initially he suspected a silent alarm, but a quick sweep of the walls revealed no such system. Relieved, he stepped across the broken glass and into its reception area. "Try not to trip when you enter; I'm not going to fix your face too." Afterward he skirted the counter in search of a proper set of sutures and sterilized needles.
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 9:52 pm
"Oh yes, quite curious indeed. Those must have been fun sights." Lellouch said, probably more amused with his statement then she should be. She quirked a curious eyebrow at his explanation of truths, lies and a restoration of rank but over all said nothing on the later subject. That must of sucked royally though, she thought to herself. If he had lost a rank over something.
When he turned around and winked at her, oh my god what the hell that wasn't what she had expected from him at all, she blinked a few times. God damn it, charming b*****d indeed.
She watched as he broke in with little to no issue and wondered if he had done this before, and how many times at that. Though at his comment she shot him a semi annoyed look. "I'm not gonna trip... Oh ye of little faith." Lellouch grumbled as she entered the building.
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 5:24 pm
The lieutenant returned with a host of supplies in his hands, from gauze to alcohol swabs to needles and sutures alike. After skirting the sterilized white countertop, he passed into the reception area where Lellouch now stood a cripple sporting a torn boot and bloodied fabrics. For the short walk, the ex-page's shirt proved useful enough, but the fabric nearly sloughed off her leg by now. After dumping the majority of his finds into a nearby plastic student's chair, Bischofite knelt into the broken glass to better assess her wound. Glaring as it was, the Saarlander knew enough of first aid to provide a working fix.
"Haf' you ever seen someone die before now, Lellouch?" He asked as he dismantled the fabric. As it peeled away from her skin in one sticky, wet mess, he eyed the fresh gouts of blood that spilled from the punctures. Luckily the gloves he squirreled away provided a means to contain his on contaminants. "I ask because you did not display ze normal course of emotions when one is initially confronted wis' deas' - most balk initially, as zeir brains work srough ze notions of what zey saw, but most light on some sort of bodily reaction or abject horror. Since you did not cuss me out or object vehemently to my instigating a murder, I wager you'f come into contact wis' such scenes before. It has me wondering - how much of zis war haf' you seen? Additionally, what caused your empasetic disconnect in seeing ze dead?"
Bischofite tore open the needle's packaging and began threading with the suture material. Afterward he tied a knot in its tail and began the long process of snaking the sutures through her jagged wounds. "It's not often zat I find individuals wis' ze propensity to wis'stand murder. I suspect my superior finds it wasteful, as he barred me from outright killing, but as you can tell I did nossing more zan suggest a fitting end to our troubles earlier. As peers, I hold no sway over you, and you administered ze killing blow wis'out my coercion. Succinctly, my a** is covered." After tying off several individual stitches, Bischofite moved tackle another loud gash in her leg. Surprisingly, his captive audience held up well.
"I am not ze best example of what ze Negaverse intends for its soldiers. Many would say you'd do best to avoid learning from me, at any cost, as I was corrupted from bad blood and only curdled my own far beyond ze one who initiated me. I was dropped in rank from General due to crimes committed against my peers and subordinates, and my only saving grace from outright culling was an 'ingenuity' I find completely lost on ze Dark Kingdom's powers zat be.
"In short, if you plan to follow me around and partake in my arbitrary games, be prepared to take a lot of s**t." As he tied off the last suture, Bischofite cut the thread and began rewrapping Lellouch's legs with proper medical gauze. Red splotches blossomed over its skin-toned exterior as vociferous reminders toward her misstep.
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