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 Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 6:23 pm
Patrolling? Orpheus did not do that unless he was accompanied by a certain liliac haired companion. Instead the super senshi simply waited in the middle of a vacant parking lot at the back of a small Thai restaurant. He was standing in the open with his arms crossed defensively across his chest. He wanted to make sure if anyone came around this area to find the source of the power signature that they had no trouble finding him.
He was becoming impatient by the time a power signature flickered across his senses. He shifted his weight a little as he adjusted his pose to something more beneficial to his own protection but the super senshi didn't make an effort to look around. He took a deep breath, pondering on his lottery win. What would this night bring him? Would they be hot? Would there be Thai food later? Only time would tell.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 9:13 am
Some time had passed since his actions at the warehouse, yet the Negaverse refrained from chastising him for it. Was he living on borrowed time? He didn't know; instead he pursued small curiosities as he tried to wrench his mind from what he considered inevitability.
The rooftops offered little solace tonight. Stars peered down in unblinking unison, an audience unwanted to a night far too private for onlookers. Inwardly he felt the festering sores of anxiety crop up in his gut, threatening to instill nausea for actions surely being reported, being traced back to him. He knew of no allies in the Dark Kingdom - only enemies sporting masks to play the part. This was how he preferred it - no matter the paranoia wrought by his actions. All was for a greater change - for this stagnation would only cease through great suffering.
Crowning a department store, Bischofite froze momentarily. The wrongness carried through his senses swiftly, informing him of one of their kind lurking about. Was it the mohawked senshi he fought not long ago, the one he spotted at the warehouse as well? They felt of the same rank. No matter; speculation amounted to nothing more than hot air compared to experience. Without further hesitance, he walked the length of the building's precipice before dropping down to a shallow alleyway offering solace for dumpsters. Straightening up, he used the cover of shadows cast by lamp light to watch the senshi before approach. And what he discovered split a jagged grin across his face - he fully intended to enjoy this.
Out in the parking lot stood the telling description of Orpheus - the mussed hair, the unusually small glasses, the flashy attire painted in blues and golds. Zirconia's pet, the information source that she spoke of at the meeting. The one whose life she attempted to offer him, all in trade to obtain both a Dark Mirror starseed and a chance to speak with a youma. So who was he to be worth nothing more than a stranger's life and a sideshow?
Soon Bischofite's presence left the alley, only to immediately appear at the zenith of a Beetle's rounded hood. Standing unmovingly, only his eyes darted toward the Dark Mirror senshi that now stood diagonally from him, in a stretch of space absent vehicles. A quick sweep of the parking lot had confirmed but a handful of cars, along with a pair of trucks parked for quick naps between cross country drives. It felt quiet, a natural quiet, laced with the humming background of nightlife in the city. Initially he said nothing.
Only when he drew breath and descended to the hood, using the dip and stretch of the car's shape as overgrown stairs toward the pavement, did he elect to speak. "You are Orpheus, are you not? Zirconia spoke of you. She wanted you alif'e. She later tried to sell rites to your life to me for a price. Tell me why she wants you, senshi. Tell me what information you hold zat endears her so greatly to your continued, damnable existence." Soon enough, his derision for the court bubbled to the surface.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 12:17 pm
He briefly considered that it was Zippeite creeping up upon him, making a new attempt to try and suck his d**k, but the voice that passed through Orpheus' mind was distinctly different. It was older than Zippeite and carried some ******** accent that wasn't a turn on. Or was it? Using his time effectively, he briefly considered how Zia would sound with such a dialect before shrugging it off for a later subject.
He was expecting something else. His body shifted uneasily as he processed his name being called out to him. They were asking for confirmation, and he wasn't entirely sure he was willing to give it. The information following that question wasn't entirely beneficial either. Who was this Zirconia person? The name sounded familiar for some reason but the Dark Mirror senshi couldn't put a finger on it.
Being the pessimist he was, he completely disregarded the idea that this person wanted him alive. Instead, he jumped straight to the fact she tried to sell his life away for information. Who the ******** was this b***h? Who the ******** was this a*****e she tried to sell his life to? His anger was clearly displayed on his face as he aggressively moved toward the General. He hated him, and Orpheus hated everything so he had no qualms picking a fight here.
"Who the ******** is this b***h? Huh, Dipstick? Someone who asks questions should know that they must offer something in return when they seek answers. I'm not simply going to answer an idiot's inquiries simply because he asks."
Orpheus wasn't good at making friends, but he was great at being an a*****e.
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 8:53 pm
The brazen assault of insults and snark roused a smile from Bischofite, one more laden with teeth than mirth. To witness such a display from someone noticeably weaker than himself carried a certain novelty to it that he craved - the promise of conflict was great, and Bischofite found no reason to try to diffuse the situation. Rather, a pair of chakrams formed in his grasp, not long after the smile on his lips. "Suit yourself. Here I sought it might be interesting to pick your brain shortly before following up on her trade for your life, but..." He drew a sigh of mock disappointment. "It seems you'f little regard for such sings."
His visage left the car, reappearing behind the incredulous senshi. Rounding on the boy, Bischofite attempted to pin him to the hood with chakrams drawn near both carotid and jugular veins. "I know how to ebb and flow, Orpheus. Adaptation is somesing of a specialty of mine. I can make small trades, I suppose..." Drawing an even breath, he closed his eyes momentarily. The senshi had a peculiar scent. "To start, Zirconia is a cat. A lavender-colored irritatingly petulant sack of fur - you should know zem well as Mauvians.
"To be honest, Orpheus, I'f been sinking about cutting ze fuel lines in zis car and dousing you in gasoline. I'f been sinking about how ze gas itself might sink beneas' your skin, how it would smell on you wis' regard to your current... stench." He enunciated the word, though he found the senshi's scent not unpleasant. "And I'f been sinking about how setting you alight would cause your skin to pop, your glasses to warp, and your outfit to melt away into flecks of ash. I was also sinking about how Zirconia might react to such an act, how she might... sees'e ever so slightly at your loss. You see, she's told me zat you're quite ze weals' of information.
"Plainly, I want to know what you haf' to offer."
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 10:00 am
"Well, I am quite fond of p***y," he said tactlessly. "I can see why she likes me so much."
He didn't know Zirconia. He made an effort not to know the guardian cats who ******** him over and thinking about how one was actively ******** him over without him even knowing them pissed him off even more. What gave them the right to meddle in his life? What gave them the right to act as Ares had all those years ago? It was his life, and he felt like he had no ******** control over anything!
He had control over what he did right now though.
"You really should learn how to properly articulate. I can't make out a word you're saying."
Quickly dipping down, Orpheus didn't wait for Bischofite to continue. He went for the legs first, as he preferred, swinging his own leg out toward Bischofite's in an attempt to knock him off his feet.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 7:21 am
His blatant remark over sexual preference earned no outward reaction - not even the lift of an eyebrow. Alois spent far too many nights in similar company some years ago to foster surprise at such comments as Bischofite.
The youth, however, struck a sore point in demeaning his ability to speak English.
Bischofite started to speak, the incredulity tasting bitter on his tongue, when a quick strike against his ankles shifted his attentions entirely. Already falling, Bischofite released his chakrams in favor of guiding his descent by rolling toward the pavement. Rebounding to his feet came readily enough afterward, and a chakram swept off the floor was quickly dispatched toward the offending party.
"Berühre nicht alte Wunden,*" he seethed in a mild snarl. Already his mind worked toward how best to use the car to his advantage, and he charged Orpheus while bent low to pin adversary between grill and bone.Appeal * [German] Do not open old wounds.
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