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 Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 6:30 am
There was someone on the roof.
In a horror film or in action film, that would have made anyone nervous, and maybe if he wasn't so heavy on the pain meds, Richard Moreau would have went into full out panic mode when he heard the sound of footsteps scamper from above. However, the dosage he was given was very high and the meds were damn good, so when the sound hit his ears, he let out a 'huh' and began to make his way towards the rooftop with little thought or concern for his life or safety. Maybe this was why there were a lot of dead bitches in horror films... Richard would have been one of them.
Halfway up the stairs, he decided to power up. Maybe it was a youma. Maybe it was a senshi, or knight, or one of his own and the feel of a Negaverse general's aura would scare them away. Honestly, he and his brother had been working their butts off to get Sugar Shanty back to working order-- okay, not true, DARAN had been working his butt off getting the store back in order, and with it being a week away from reopening, General Buddingtonite wasn't going to allow anything to happen to it. He needed some kind of normality in his life...
When he made it to the rooftop, he was in full regalia, his clothing hiding the stitches at his side and the thick bandages on his hand though the way he held himself made it clear that he was harboring some hidden wounds. He called out, moments before he realized it was a chaos agent like himself. "Who dares trespasses on -my- domain? Friend or foe?"MoonKitsune I hope this is an okay start? Let me know if I need to change anything.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 9:03 am
Since his demotion, he was sticking to the less dangerous areas. His arm was still broken, he was still sore, and the sudden demotion down two ranks to basic beginner was so jarring that he kept forgetting that he couldn’t jump as high or land as easily. He nearly sprained his ankles a few times over the past few days and decided that he really didn’t care enough to even be exerting this much effort.
Right now, he was just recovering – in uniform. A uniform he had wished never to see again in a million years.
Sighing, he decided to run some errands. He usually kept up to date on new places that were opening, and he got wind that this place might wind up opening its doors. It would be nice to add another sweets spot to his list, and he could only hope that this one stayed open late. He liked the late night bakeries that he could go to in order to grab a treat after long patrols. Currently, he had a bag of teddy grahams from Anna’s, a bakery 8 blocks from here that he enjoyed for their almond cookies and other cinnamon-ish goods.
On the roof, he took a seat on the roof ledge and felt winded all over again. He probably should have stayed in bed again today, but decided at least going for a walk was okay. That was until he felt a general and tensed, not wanting to hear another lecture from some other officer. By now, gossip probably had spread and he didn’t like people asking why he was a lieutenant.
They should have known by now.
When he heard Buddy’s voice, he turned, actually surprised to see the man wasn’t bedridden. “Depends on your feelings about that night.” He asked, looking at the officer. He didn’t know how Buddy felt towards him, and expected to be hated for being branded and having Zink on his bad side. “Should you be walking around?”
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 9:36 am
Buddingtonite was ashamed of himself. It had actually taken him a full ten seconds to recognize the person on his rooftop, and only a fraction of it had to do with his current demotion and thus change in aura signature and uniform. However, the moment he recognized Wolframite, he slowly slipped into a more friendly disposition, bit by bit, until he found himself smiling and pleasant again. Or at least he had hoped so- otherwise, he'd look like a creeper.
"I... try not to think about that night and my feelings." Buddingtonite took a moment to motion to his forehead with his good hand, making a 'knocking' motion before straightening up as best as he could, given his wound. "Might trigger some PTSD flashbacks and I'm sure the business district wouldn't approve of my pained caterwauling echoing like a set of loudspeakers."
It was strange. He held some residual bitterness for that night, but it wasn't geared towards Wolframite... nor even Zinkenite. Alright, a little for the General-King, but not enough to let that emotion show so blatantly to others. Someone might tattle on him and then who knew how much more trouble he'd be in for doing something so human as holding a grudge? He pushed the thought aside and now that he had recognized the officer on his rooftop, he relaxed considerably, bringing an arm to his side and walking over to him in a slow manner. When directly questioned, he shook his head, then sought to take a seat close to the newly demoted lieutenant. "Considering the sheer amount of drugs I'm on? Nope, but don't tell my doc... or Serpentine. He's handling this about as splendidly as I'd imagine... maybe better, since he's not on a rampage right now. Or at least I don't think he is, in which case I'd be upset that he didn't invite me to watch."
This was certainly an awkward situation, and he sought to alleviate some of it with chatter. "Sooooooo, how are you doing? They're not pushing you too hard, right?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 12:54 pm
He breathed out. “I’m glad you went to the doctor in time. I didn’t want you dying for no reason, though you seemed really….well taken care of before.” He was surrounded by women who were worried about his wellbeing. That meant a lot in this organization to have those who would help you in your time of need.
“Serpentine. He sounds like a very caring friend. I hope he doesn’t get himself in trouble out of how upset he is for you. I have to wrangle my own…friend to not do the same.” He wasn’t sure how Buddy felt about guys being together, so he decided to be delicate in how he referred to Bismuthite.
When he was asked about himself, he only took a teddy graham from the bag and looked out. “I’m….alive.” He didn’t know how else to phrase his situation without just going into detail about how miserable he had made it. “I’m being watched by Zinkenite for any suspicious activites, I get exhausted too easily now because of my demotion, and it’s taking about twice as long to heal.” He held up his hand which, now that he raised it, was being held at a slight angle. “But I found a doctor who didn’t ask questions in the Negaverse who was okay with bandaging my broken arm for cheap. I think if I go to the hospital one more time, they are going to think I’m in a gang.” Which, he guess was in some way vaguely true.
He breathed out. “Then there are other things I must do, but that’s just icing on the cake. All ways to put me back on the right track.”
He looked over at Buddy and a biting concern was gnawing at him. “Do you regret following me?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 4:00 pm
"Now, now, don't think so lightly about your 'crusade' to think that I would have died for nothing," Buddingtonite scoffed, keeping tone light and chipper, both thanks to the desire to hide behind an ever deceiving mask as well as the drugs pumping through his system. Maybe if they started wearing off he'd allow for some bitterness to show, but at the moment, he found it easy to keep his smile, despite the tension in the air. "If I had died for your cause and in the arms of two beautiful women, it would have been a rather nice death. Romantics, drama... only problem was that I wouldn't have been there to take a bow, and honestly where's the fun in that?"
The topic of Turquoise, Azurite and Serpentine was a slippery slope for Buddingtonite, though one wouldn't have guessed with the way he chuckled. "What can I say, Wolfy, it's in my best interests to get along with as many people as possible. Some would think I was doing it for the attention and while that would have been nice, I was really hurting back there. If not for them, well... maybe I would have died for your cause. I'm just happy that Turq and Azurite got off easy... as for Serpentine, I have no right to stop him in whatever he does in response to this. No more than anyone has to tell you not to seek vengeance to those that wronged you."
Some bitterness did leak from his voice, but he tried to keep it under wraps. As much as he wanted to be given attention, he could see beyond himself and knew that this wasn't entirely about him. No, he knew he suffered, but he also knew that Wolframite had suffered more. And it wasn't just at Zinkenite's hands... if anything, that's what wiped the smile off his face, not the drugs nor the pain that threatened his careful mask. He gave Wolframite his full attention, nodding silently and to himself but never once interrupting him. He glanced down at his own hand, grateful to have gloves though the combination of both was threatening the circulation to his fingers. Any longer without movement and they'd be all tingly and it'd feel funny, but still, he wasn't going to interrupt until Wolframite was done. He sounded like he needed someone to vent to, and Buddingtonite liked to think he was good at that.
He was curious about what these 'other things' that Wolframite would have to do, but he didn't push the subject just yet. If the lieutenant wanted to tell him, he would. Until then, he'd focus on the question he was asked, and he mulled it over, but only for a second. "Do I regret following you? No, absolutely not. Your cause was just and understandable, and had things went worse, it was a cause I would have been willing to go down with the ship with... I mean, better than dying for some dead Moon Queen or slipping in the bathroom and slamming your head on the urinal. No, I don't regret following you, or any officer of the Negaverse that I trust. I also don't regret speaking up for our senshi, nor do I regret any of my words. What I regret... is that I was stupid enough to start a verbal war with the General-King and attacking from the front. If anyone has regrets, it's Serpentine for not being there and sending me in his place."
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 5:58 pm
“Not many people can have such a dramatic death with that many people around them, let alone taking a bow afterwards. Not too many times you can get a nice death in our game.” He had seen too many have messy deaths most of the time, and had to help bury to bodies too. After a while, a burned body or severed one just blurred together and only left a solid feeling of depression and worry if progress was being made.
He had to wonder that, with the way he acted and the women around him then, if Buddy had a certain reputation as a lady’s man, but if that wasn't the case, there was at least one thing Wolframite wished he had a skill in. “Being good at making friends and comrades isn’t a easy skill to pick up. I wish I was better at it.” He couldn’t even get a rag-tag group of people together for an army and didn’t speak to any one officer more than once in a great while. That is unless you included Bismuthite, but live-in boyfriends didn't count. There was no group he hanged out with, and no one people he relied on within the Negaverse. He felt he made it even harder on himself, aside from his own social awkwardness, by now having a traitor’s reputation.
“I hope Serpentine does not become too hard on himself. What is done is done. We all have to move on from that point. You were already punished. He should just be thankful he wasn't killed. We all should be.” Even if Zink was speaking down to him and making him feel indebted to him in some twisted way for being given a chance to live.
At least now he knew that at least Buddy didn't regret his decision, which mean he wasn't tricked. That was good, and some waving guilt went away.
"Yeah, I was hoping you'd just be quiet, but I didn't want to say. Everyone was sort of entitled to their last words, and I wasn't in any position to speak about your good character. I probably would have made it worse. Next time, just let Zink talk. He likes talking."
Somber, he lifted up the white, bakery bag. “Teddy Graham?”
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 6:55 am
The topic had hand may have been a little dark, but the general didn't mind a little dark humor thrown into his life. He wasn't suicidal and in truth he was certain that when faced with death he wouldn't go down with a single ounce of dignity, but still, in this line of work, it did help stave off depression to think of the dramatics that one's death may bring. For Buddingtonite, so long as there was someone that mourned his loss, then it'd all have been worth it. To die and not a single person cared? That was true horror to him.
"Well, one can hope. Until then, another day you spend alive is another victory. For me, making friends is easy, but I know it's not the same for everyone. For some, gaining their friendship was a walk in the park, while others... oh, others I had to work my a** off but knowing that they had my back made it worth it in the end." Buddingtonite took a moment to chuckle. "Some of them were a real pain in my a**, if you catch my drift, but when's all said and done, it's a necessity for me to surround myself with friends. It makes up for the fact that I'm probably a lousy Negaverse officer and a downright pathetic human being when on my own- I mean, you saw what happened when left to my own devices? Certainly didn't make friends with Zinkenite... and nor will I ever."
And the thing was... that didn't upset him. Not as much as one so reliant on gaining the adoration and approval should have been. He cast his fellow officer a smile, like an older brother or mentor would give, hoping that he didn't look too drugged up or creepy-- heaven help him if he did! "Assuming he doesn't get angry and think we're staging another act of 'treason', I wouldn't mind helping you out in that department in the future. If you want, anyways... some people may just do better on their own. But me? I need the company of others... I'd die without it."
Then, he scoffed, wanting to wave off the notion but knowing that Wolframite brought up a good point. He knew Serpentine well, despite his friend still being an enigma at times. "Unfortunately, I cannot control how Serpentine reacts... and while I am grateful not to be dead, I still feel that our General-King may have allowed his personal feelings to get in the way and took this too far. And Serpentine cannot control more though I'm sure he wishes he could. I talk- I love to talk and I exercise that right a lot. With a voice like this, it'd be a crime to remain silent, wouldn't it? However, I'll take your advice and if there is a next time, I'll just let the General-King talk. I may not agree with him, nor even like him-which is a shame because I'm sure he'd be wonderful under the sheets- but he his my superior officer and therefor must be respected and obeyed."
He graciously accepted the offer, carefully picking out a few and placing them on his upturned hand, shifting through them and debating which would be devoured first. All the while, something had seriously been bugging him, and he figured now would have been the best time to be truthful with Wolframite. Who knew if Zinkenite would allow him to talk to him alone again? "I... have a small confession to make, Wolframite, and I hope you don't hold it against me. But truth be told? I don't hate the Dark Mirror Court."
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 8:36 am
“For as long as I’ve been here, I haven’t actually been able to hang out or talk to anyone else. I’ve probably been a bad general in that I never formulated my own team to help train anyone under me leadership. I just helped the rookie here and there when they needed to know how to take energy or steal a starseed when it was vital to do that. I should have probably done more.” He mused, but that was in the past now among other things.
“I don’t know. I tend to just see an officer and I usually get right to business. I…really don’t know what else to say. I guess a uniform doesn’t just help with that department.” He was actually really bad at socializing with others. It wasn’t that he wasn’t nice, but he got nervous and didn’t have the nerve to just approach someone and talk. He usually felt he was bugging them or unwanted, and as an officer, he felt he was there just to serve. Talking up someone you were training felt unprofessional when he was there to help them out. If he got too chummy, he felt they would lose respect for him. Considering his outfit, he had enough to work against.
But it got lonely. He only started talking to Bjorn, and now he wasn’t sure if the officer would even want to see him. What use would a lieutenant be in helping him with his problems with Obsidan? He was an honorable man with a lot of old views, and someone like Wolframite, now a branded traitor, probably would be in seen in a good light anymore.
Would he even call him a lord now?
His own thoughts were sidetracked when Buddy continued to give his open advice and opinions, and was a bit TOO open about them. While Wolframite was far from a person whose mind went right to the gutter, he couldn’t help that when Buddy said “real” pain the a**, that he meant something……well, indecent. He couldn’t have meant that, right? He was just thinking bad which was actually rather unusual for him. Maybe it just meant he was getting a bit more comfortable with the who subject.
But then Buddy pretty much proved that wrong with mentioning wanting to bang Zink, and the lieutenant choked on his cookie and was not left with a coughing fit as he turned red from both lack of air and embarrassment.
When he gained his breath, he looked over at him, shocked. “You want to screw Zink?”
Wolfy might have been a bit distracted to address not hating the DMC just yet.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 9:06 am
He had picked the smallest of the teddy grahams to devour first- it wasn't necessarily small due to an error at the company but because it was missing its legs, likely due to being tussled around in the bag during Wolframite's running. Yes, it was a poor, pitiful creature and Buddingtonite felt he was doing it a favor by picking it off first... remove the weak to make the horde stronger. Or maybe he was simply being predatory and going for the weakest targets to take down first? Was he really having such a mental debate over teddy grahams? Yes, he was.
"There's always more we could have done, really. And to be honest, I'm not the best role model either- I know, hard to believe that, but it is sadly true," Buddingtonite said, giving the misshapen cookie one final look over before tossing it in his mouth, and he waited until every last remnant of it was gone before speaking up again. "Honestly, my desire to be friends with as many people as I can will probably be my undoing. It gives me attachments, weaknesses for our enemies and even allies to exploit, not to mention distracts me from the important matter at hand, whatever that may be. If I didn't focus so much attention on attracting so many people to me, maybe I'd be a mighty fine general myself? Whose to say..."
In all honesty, he thought himself to be a damn good general, and whether someone agreed with him or not was irrelevant. Unless that someone was Metallia, apparently. He moved on to the next cookie as Wolframite began to cough and sputter, and Buddingtonite was genuinely clueless as to what had caused such a reaction as he leaned closer to the lieutenant to check on him. He was about to ask if he was alright, but the fact that he had enough air in his lungs to ask him a question of his own meant that he'd live. Buddingtonite gave the question his careful consideration, before answering. "Well, maybe not now since it's clear I'll never be his friend, but prior to that, yes. Who wouldn't? I'm a sex addict, Wolfy. I'm not entirely picky, though I do have my standards. Occasionally. Breathe, Wolfy, breathe!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 10:17 am
“I wouldn’t!” He responded back. Zink had been in his team when they first stated out. Thinking of him that way left him feeling – uncomfortable.
He managed to catch his breath, but he wasn’t any less red as Buddy continued to share some very alarming information about him. “Sex addict?” He squeaked, and then felt very tense around the officer. “You mean, like you can’t stop? Do you go to meetings?” Was he some sort of degenerate who craved for sex so badly that he had to go out every night and just lived from one person to the next?! What sort of person was he talking to?!
Trying to keep himself from sliding away from the officer, he decided to focus on things that didn’t leave him wishing he wore another layer of clothes. “Um, you said you don’t hate the DMC. Then why did you agree to fight with me?” And why DIDN’T he hate the DMC?
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 10:50 am
The rose-cladded general looked away from the cookies in his hand and down at that sputtering lieutenant, trying to comprehend exactly what he had said or done to trigger such a reaction. Before he could ask or grow defensive, it dawned on him that not everyone was as open and raw about such matters as him, and it took much of his considerable willpower not to laugh at the poor man's expression. "Hm, seems I've gone and made things awkward, but... first, let me apologize if what I've seen has offended you in anyway. Trust me, it was never my intention. And if you're worried that I'm going to hit on you, I'll refrain... unless you like that sort of thing, in which case..."
He stopped himself before he went too far, plopping another cookie into his mouth and giving both of them the chance to recover, if that was even possible. "I'm merely very... open... about my sexual orientation and I enjoy the act of sexual intercourse, not necessarily the ongoing relationship that comes with it. I enjoy it to the point that I get stressed out when I don't participate in the act. And no, I don't attend those kinds of meetings, though... I'd imagine they'd end on an interesting note each night."
He mulled that part over, before adding in with a solemn nod. "Perhaps I should look into it."
Suddenly the topic was being brought back to his earlier confession, and just like that, any and all thoughts of his 'disease' was stripped from his mind. This was far more important, and he let out a sigh, his smile still lingering but it was heavily subdued, as he tried his best to explain. "No, I don't hate the DMC, and even after this, I still don't. Now, do I feel they are inferior to us and add nothing but dead weight to the Negaverse? Absolutely... none of that was exaggerated, which puts them in a place I can't stand. With the White Moon Court and Knights, we know where they stand, and that's against us-- ALWAYS, according to our beloved General-King. With the Dark Mirror Court... they never stand with us, nor do they stand against us, or maybe they do now. Which would be just fine with me, honestly.
"I don't hate them or any individual member. I merely find them to be a useless asset for the time being. I have no reason to hate them- they never wronged me," Buddingtonite said, leaning back and tossing the teddy grahams he had left up and down as he carried on. "However, you have every reason to hate them. I don't know the full story, but I know your hatred of them is justified, and I can only imagine how... insulting it is that they linger in a position where they are neither friend or foe and have diplomatic immunity, all because someone is good friends with some of them, or cannot see beyond black and white. I can imagine just how... infuriating that would be. If the senshi that had a hand in my mother's demise someday joined our ranks, you better believe I would spent my last dying breath stealing hers..."
And then he crushed the cookies within his hand, never once realizing he had stopped in the playful tossing, and something about seeing the crumbs slipping through his fingers brought him back to reality. Where did he go? What was he talking about? Oh, right! "I went because Serpentine asked me to go in his stead, and so I did. He hates all senshi with a passion, including the DMC, though he's alright with our own. Also, I wanted to observe the White Moon and pages for potential recruits in the future, but that didn't pan out too well. Lastly, your cookies were wonderful."
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 9:26 pm
“Ah. No. It’s not. I’m not offended. It’s just – you just said it. Just out there. I mean you didn’t even have a problem with it.” Buddy didn’t seem to have a filter or even cared. “I didn’t know you were – that type of person. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it – I mean there sorta is. You should be more careful. I hope you’re being safe. You should really go to meetings. And not for…that ending. That’s not for that. I mean I don’t know much about that sort of problem. You should probably talk to someone. Doesn’t sound healthy. Not that you’re not healthy. I mean maybe you’re not. That seems like a lot of people.” He was finding it a little harder to breath from his sort of stream of embarrassed talk and muddled up concern for Buddy’s safety and health.
“And No. No. I’m….I’m fine. I don’t need you for…for all that.” He was taken, and didn’t need Buddy’s assistance even if he wasn’t. Ladon couldn’t see himself as the sort of jumping from one to the other type of person. He tried a very long time ago when he was unsure of himself and he still felt bad about that one nighter. Sometimes he envied the ease in which people like Buddy could talk about these things, not to mention in engaging in them, but Ladon knew he was both lucky and happy to be with Billy.
Buddy’s explanation made sense, though it was a strange viewpoint. He didn’t like the DMC because they didn’t stand on either side and were a neutral party, undefined in the war, but he didn’t hate them enough because they never personally wronged him. It seemed the only hate that was going around for the DMC were those who were directly affected by them. He wondered how many in the group he collected only fought them on principle and not because of any personal vendettas.
He felt like dirt now. Had he just dragged them into his own ideas?
“Uh…I’m not sure what everyone knows about the DMC and the kidnapping. I haven’t really heard the gossip. Most people don’t talk to me about it.” And for good reason. He had been recovering for months after the rescue just to return to some mentally stable state. If Buddy was him – he seemed like he would continue going after his enemies. “You think I should continue going after the DMC after all of this?” He asked, not sure anymore. It was something he was questioning the most. He promised Billy not to do something stupid like that again, and yet he still felt the same hatred as he felt before the mission. It just felt like the only thing that changes was that he had less power, but the same issues were unresolved.
At the cookies, he held the baggie. “Brimbug Bakery. Corner of 5th and Weston. It’s open till 2am and it’s pretty good.” He knew all the best spots to go for late night goodies.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 3:57 pm
It was hard for Buddingtonite to express no emotions. Displaying the wrong emotion or masking them with another was relatively easy and completely necessary growing up, but Buddingtonite was a victim of his emotions. It took so much effort not to want to openly laugh at poor Wolframite’s dilemma, but he managed to do well, or so he thought. Wolframite wanted him to go to meetings and seek help, but that wasn’t what he needed help with…
The barely contained rage within him had left as soon as it had arrived, and he took a moment to wipe the crumbs of the cookies off of his hand before he addressed Wolframite’s (justified) concerns. “I’m not saying that you should go out and attack them, otherwise all of this would have been a waste of our time and our esteemed General-King’s efforts. I don’t know all of the details and unless you’d like to tell me, then I won’t be seeking them. But I do know that your hatred of them and that desire for revenge is justified, and that no one, absolutely no one has the right to tell you to just ‘get over it’.”
He accepted more of the cookies he offered, hoping that these could at least make it into his mouth before… whatever the hell that was, took over again. “Hate them, despise them, see them for what you know them to be, but do not act against them. Not directly. Be smart about it… not entirely sure what that would entail or how you’d go about doing that, but no one can take your anger from you, nor your hate. Only you can do that. It’s your decision…”
He threw the cookies into his mouth and chomped them down, before continuing. He rose his bandaged hand for Wolframite to see, and his smile was an almost devious twist. “We’re already branded traitors. Do you truly think we’ll ever be on the ‘right’ track in his eyes? Even if we truly repent our actions, we’re criminals and we’ll always be treated as such, by the General-King and our peers. So, I figure… why not make the best of it?
“For now, play along. Until your wounds heal, until you find a solution that works best for you.” Buddingtonite leaned back, resting his injured hand on his stomach and looking ready to drift to sleep, though his mind was still whirling with thoughts. “Who knows. Maybe it’ll actually work and you’ll overcome your own desires, rise up like a great phoenix and reclaim your glory. But if all is said and done and there’s still hate pulsing through your veins, know that you have those that understand. Those that… well, let’s just say, those that have nothing better to do then help others with their problems now. You have two officers at your whim…”
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 10:17 pm
It was nice to hear that he didn’t have to let his anger go. Sure, he felt it was a bit stomped down, but only due to how low he felt himself, but that didn’t mean he still didn’t hate them. He just currently hated himself a bit more. For anyone to say for him to ‘get over it’ only made him angry. It hurt them how insensitive it sounded, and he had been told about it before. That he should let his anger go. That he was being foolish. Yet, he remembered Billy drinking himself sick in their apartment bathroom and wondering if he was destroying something he cared about in the process, but he just didn’t know what else to do with these feelings. The world didn’t seem right if the Dark Moon didn’t get their just deserts. Seeing as he had seen no moves to give them that and defend himself and the people who had died, he felt he should appoint himself as that force against them. Maybe he had been wrong in that assumption? Maybe he hadn’t been cut out enough for it? Maybe he only deluded himself in thinking he was the type of hero that could bring the world back to right and give those who were evil the justice they deserved.
The world just felt – wrong now. The DMC continued, Leto lived, and here he was in a worse state then before. He was punished for going against them and made their pet. What was he supposed to do and feel about that?
He wasn’t a mastermind, but he did like Buddy’s advice just to take his time to get back on his feet, deal in how he needed to deal, and to not be so direct if he did try something. It was up to him how he felt about all of this and what to do, and if anything, even those he got branded still were with him. His eyes misted as he looked over at Buddy. “Thanks. ..that…that really means a lot. I think you are one of the first people to say it’s okay that I’m upset and to not get over it. I just...” He bite his lip, holding his own emotions back. He felt too raw these past few days. “..I can’t.” He breathed out and brought his good hand to hold his head.
Buddy had to know. If Wolframite ever did die, someone had to know how bad the DMC was.
“They did horrible things Buddy. They said they were going to meet and it was a trap and they kidnapped us. Kidnapped Tanzanite, me, Uranophane…….and more. More that I first thought.” His fingers gripped his hair tightly as he looked at the gravel of the building roof, one eye distant in memory. “They took us to our own rooms. Little cells and strapped us to metal chairs. We barely were given food and water. Just enough to not die. We weren’t allowed to sleep and we were always guarded and questioned. I wasn’t even a General then. I don’t even know why Tanzanite thought I was even worth any sort of backup.”
His breathing was getting a bit shorter and he curled in. “There was so much screaming.” He whispered.
His breathing became shorter as he started to rock back and forth. The noise was still ringing in his ear. It never stopped. He wanted it to stop.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 3:20 pm
Buddingtonite helped himself to more cookies, unaware of the maelstrom of thoughts running through Wolframite's head though certain that the younger officer was most certainly lost in them. He didn't know much about the full extend of Wolframite's punishment, though to Buddingtonite, any kind of punishment was too much, especially for one who he knew had suffered greatly at their hands. His own hatred of that senshi that had wronged him was strong, but she was only one... there wasn't an entire court that existed that had wronged him, and as far as he knew, his anger against her wasn't shunned because of some strict black and white view on the world.
All Buddingtonite needed to do was find her. And then? He'd kill her. It was that simple, and he was lucky, but he could not say the same for Wolframite. He truly felt for him... but what good did pity do in the end? How would it help Wolframite, or himself? Or anyone, really? He wasn't content to just stop there... there had to be something he could do to help Wolframite... the question was what, and how to obtain it without angering the General-King a second time.
"Last I checked, we're human... and unfortunately, that means we all hold the flaws of being human. You know, emotions, cognitive thinking, the ability to hold grudges and never forget the wrongs done to us." Buddingtonite shrugged, soaking in Wolframite's gratitude and letting it fuel his ego, which in turned fueled his speech. Sometimes, all he wanted to do was talk and he appreciated any who allowed him to speak his mind. "Why, this whole war was started because members of the Negaverse continue to hold a grudge against some long dead Moon Queen... telling others not to hold their own individual grudges is just downright cruel, not to mention hypocritical. Oh, but look at me carry on... I better be careful, or Zink will hear and think I'm foolish enough to lead a rebellion or something. I'm nothing more than a bag of hot air, really..."
As self absorbed as Buddingtonite knew himself to be, it was impossible to ignore the lieutenant's distress. He grew silent and listened intently to his tale, trying to imagine how such an event would have gone despite his common sense screaming at him to shut down. He listened to Wolframite, knowing that it was going to be a bad one when he looked to be pulling at his own hair, and the regret he felt for bringing up such a topic was immediate. His breath was shortening and he appeared to be curling into a ball, and Buddingtonite knew that he had made a huge mistake when he began to rock back and forth.
Oh, not good, definitely not good.'
His drug laden mind raced, trying to think of something, anything he could say or do that would calm the poor lieutenant down. Maybe call Serpentine, or Mica? He could call Mica! Or Amethyst! The two of them would know what to do... but would that not be the typical Buddy thing to do? Mess things up and then pass delegation to someone else? No, he caused this... and he would have to fix it.
"Wolfy," he spoke lowly, softly, and he hesitated to touch him in this state, not just for his own safety but because he was genuinely worried that physical contact would make it worse. All he had was his deep voice, and his words... he would have to choose them wisely. "Wolfy, listen to me. You're safe now... wherever your mind may think you are, you're on top of my store, with me. There's no DMC, there's no one else but me here with you. Is... there anyone else you'd like to have here? A friend? Family? Pet?"
He had some anti-anxiety meds that he could give the lieutenant, but those were some damn good pills and so hard to come by. Maybe as a last resort.
"It's alright, Wolfy. They're not here, and they're not going to hurt you. Not while I'm around..."
Shouldn't make promises you can never keep.
"Wolfy, talk to me."
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