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 Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 10:15 am
Orpheus was a few drinks in at this point, sitting in the wooded area behind a set of trashy apartment complexes like a rebellious teenager. He'd clearly came here often, two folding chairs laid out on the ground with a case of beer between them. He was alone tonight, and with a case of beer calling his name, he would defend his territory rather than run away from a fight.
He could feel it vaguely in his head, the buzz of his intoxication blurring exactly how close the signature was until he could see a fluff of purple hair glisten under a dark hood. Familiar, very familiar. Was it Zips? Was it Zee? They both fit the bill pretty accurately. Unsure, he held up the beer in his hands and acknowledged them with a sassy hello.
He kind of hoped it was Zee coming back here to tell him she'd changed his mind about meaningless (not so meaningless) hook ups but for a moment he actually kind of preferred the idea that it was Zips.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 5:28 am
Zippeite hadn’t expect to find a dark mirror senshi in his figurative and literal neck of the woods, but especially not this one. But lo and behold, powering up sent him energy signature hunting and here he was. He came upon the sight with eyes half lidded and lips pursed.
He had little tolerance for drunks,and none for senshi. The sight before him was too pitiful to even raise the notion of attacking, and Zippeite wasn’t looking to fight tonight anyway.
“You know it would be much quicker and cleaner to just throw yourself off a building.”
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 4:08 pm
It wasn't Zee, and yet Orpheus wasn't completely disappointed. At least he wouldn't be bored, right? He couldn't help but laugh a little at Zips comment. How true was that? How many times had he thought the same thing every time he looked at himself in the mirror? He was becoming someone he hated, someone he had wished would have thrown himself off a building: His father. How ironic was that?
"Wouldn't it be? But then I wouldn't have such lovely company," he teased, throwing Zips a playful wink. Perhaps Zips could give him some entertainment? He usually didn't disappoint, and part of him hoped he would follow through. So much so that the dark mirror senshi offered Zippeite a hand with a beer can in it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 6:43 pm
Zippeite stopped and looked at the can with utter disgust, both in the object itself and himself for debating taking it.
He had a conscious aversion to numbing himself with alcohol but there was a part of him that twisted towards other feelings at the thought. Morbid curiosity, pop culture internalization of its effects, and his own wonderment at self destruction.
He was too tired to fight tonight. He was too tired to do much of anything. It was easier to give in and be nauseated because right now he was so sick of everything he could stand to be a little more sick with himself if it meant getting off his feet and avoiding another exchange of blows for one night.
He took the beer. He sat down.
Although when he popped the tab and took his first drink of alcohol ever he ended up choking and coughing, making a variety of contorted faces. "That's awful."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 8:59 pm
Orpheus hadn't expected Zippeite to actually accept the beer. Leave it to purple-haired beasts to outlive your expectations. The simple thought made a smile slide across his face. the features of his face growing bigger as Zips choked and coughed up the beer as his face mimicked the face of a Magikarp. He couldn't help but laugh before taking a chug of his own beer.
"Yeah, it's God awful. I always worn I'd never drink this s**t," he said as a bit of a buzz kill but it was followed immediately by a light laugh as he moved his hand to the back of his head. If Cameron Reid could see him now, he'd be ashamed of the man that he'd become as Pascal Lalande. Maybe he'd understand that life as Sailor Orpheus was not what he had signed up for, or maybe he'd call him a coward for giving in.
"Does the trick though. I can see why men pretending to be fathers would rely on it to raise their children," he said, allowing too much of his life to effect his words. There was only so much he could do about that though, his control functions working a lot less than they normally would while sober. By this point in the night, he was actually quite drunk. Drunk enough that he scooted next to Zippeite.
"It gets better."
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