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 Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 9:50 pm
Okay so maybe she hadn't done this as soon as she wanted too.. But she supposed that's what she got for being on Alex's cause about this.. Then again.. The blonde senshi had been roped into playing babysitter cause the a*****e went and got himself stabbed... Note to self: Don't give Alex permission to do s**t. Ever. At All. Either way this trip to the rift was long... long over do. Her boots clicked against the floor and Lellouch, for once, found the loud noise to be infuriating. Oh well.. It's not like he couldn't sense her anyway.. And likewise, she could sense him. Lellouch stopped for a moment when she reached the door as she mentally mulled things over... This.. this would be interesting for sure.. Grabbing the handle she pushed the door open before knocking her fingers against its frame. "...Bischofite..." She called. "..Can I come in?" Lellouch wasn't entirely sure why she was even bothering to ask.. Aeeth IT SUCKS IM SORRY BUT I RUSHED CAUSE I HAFTA COVER AND OPEN SHIFT IN THE MORNING ; 3; I'll fix it when I get home if need be. At least it's something. Also Lellouch is awkward.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 7:32 pm
The creature lay curled on his side, wings splayed outward across the majority of the ancient, dilapidated bed. A myriad of decorations, furniture, architectural detailing fell into disarray, most no longer recognizable by those who haunted the halls. He slept like bones among the grave, dreaming of a thousand different worlds in which their reality tasted a margin sweeter than the next. And soon he wove his own utopia, laced with wants and dreams and aspirations that promised a chance of success - of fruition. But soon those dreams fell away to nightmares, too pure in their constant victories that Alois no longer found them comforting, but harrowing.
And once the thick, black column erupted toward the sky... A dose of relief spread through him.
Soon all blossomed in stone, and the dream drew to close in a desolate landscape - the end of all civilizations, all utopias, as comfortably predicted by end times. He woke, eyes bleary and mottled with blur, glancing about the darkened and gloomy room before objects adopted concrete shape. He sighed softly. This place looks better in pure stone.
Finally he rose, urging himself to a seated position where he folded wings to back in their wash of protest. Stretching, he felt tattered cloth brush across prominent bones while he arched his back. Only when he rolled his neck did he recognize that a powered aura loitered outside his door, sporting the curious malignancies of a corrupted senshi. Her tone... he recognized her cadence, her inflections and voice. Lellouch, after so long it seems. I wonder why she's here - if she intended to examine the monstrosity kept by the Negaverse or simply check in on a general she never truly cared for.
"Can you, Lellouch? Are your legs capable of drawing you across ze sreshhold, and your fingers capable of turning a knob? Enter, if you haf' zese capabilities." So it seems I won't leave this place for a while yet. With no further reason to rise, he laid back against the bed in his original position, knees pulled toward chest in a loose fetal position as hands coiled to protect the glaring scar in his chest.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2014 9:37 pm
Watching him stretcch, Lellouch was instantly reminded of a cat. A long, slender black cat. Lellouch wanted to roll her eyes instantly. Her father use to give a similar answer when ever her or her siblings asked if they asked "Can I" anything. Good to see Bischofite was still as charming as ever. Totally a cat. "Next time I won't ask then." She muttered. <******** smartass... She watched as he curled back up, hands moving to protect the scar on his chest. Lellouch wondered if it still pained him at times. Reaching up at her shoulder, she felt the edges of a scar under her fuku. Both the scar across her back and her ankle had hurt long after the skin had knitted itself back together. "Does it still hurt?" She asked? The blonde wanted to strangle herself. It sounded like she was making small talk. ...Okay, which in a way she was but, she hated small talk. It was awkward and almost never went somewhere. Ugh.. It could have been worse she figured. She could have asked "How do you feel?" or "How have you been?" Though... her current question probably wasn't too far behind.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 9:25 pm
Even if I bear nothing more than the risen welts of scar tissue, betrayal burns eternally. It breaks without mending... yet you ask if it still hurts.
I will never know an existence free of pain. But... If nothing else, the Negaverse taught me that it cares little for honesty, for my true thoughts. You're not asking because you want to know; you're asking because you're looking for a specific answer. "No," he responded tonelessly.
"Why are you here, Lellouch? Are you on assignment?" Who would send you here? I know nothing of your contacts beyond... Persephone. Wouldn't she come in person? Even in reexamining my assumptions... Yes, I think she would. You're not here of her volition. Would Schörl have sent you to socialize me? I... Don't know. She might come herself, but I can't be certain. I don't know that she finds me worth maintaining, especially since I cannot claim that much of myself.
The creature made no effort to sit upright, to stir from his position beyond a blink or a setting of his jaw to swallow more readily. Even his wings offered little more than errant sighs to punctuate the silence between them. "Are you here to solicit answers from me, as Jarosite had previously? I ... haf' none left to dispense. Go home, Lellouch. Go home, since you still haf' one." While not an order-
Perhaps I can live vicariously. If not in dreams, then through others.
"But before you go, take a feaz'er."
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 9:57 pm
It didn't hurt. So then why protect it. Was he afraid someone else would try and reopen it? ... On second thought, that didn't seem right. Bischofite and afraid used in the same sentence.. "No." She responded, leaning against the door. "I'm here because I want to be." Was that such a foreign concept? Maybe. Her eyes moved towards his wings for a moment before flitting back to him when he spoke again. "...No." The senshi replied, pushing off the wall and moving closer. "What if I don't want to go back 'home'?" Whatever home was. She had moved out of Clarisse's place after White Phoenix. And until recently she had been living with her other brother before spending her time crashing at Alexandre's. ...Yeah she didn't want to go back just yet. Maybe she just didn't have a home to go back to. Did he want to go back home? She quirked a brow, looking back at the wings again. "I'm sure you have something." The blonde commented, gently running her finger tips over the feathered portion of his wings. She always stopped just short of the leathery membrane that made up the bat like portion. The senshi didn't pluck the feather right away instead, she seemed to look for one that looked as if it was loose. She had birds, she knew how testy they could be when feathers had to be plucked. "Maybe I just wanted to talk, maybe I just wanted to see you." Lellouch commented, sitting on the edge of the bed, putting her in 'striking' distance. When the blonde found a loose feather, she tugged it loose as gently as she could.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 10:14 pm
Maybe you're circling about me like some starved vulture looking for dirty bones to pick dry. Maybe you're bored. Maybe you're too scared to go home, to stew in your own miseries.
Maybe you're just full of s**t.
His wings itched, ached, tickled beneath her touch - like the nerves never fully developed to tell such sensations apart. Pain felt the same, and pleasure only a step ahead. But her touch... It stood a half-measure from pain. Occasionally a guttural drawl emanated from beneath the feathers. Rarer still came a smattering of words, always an echo to his own phrasing at various paces. "You shouldn't haf' come here." His gaze fell on her, watching beyond a blank countenance.
Her ministrations to the loose feather coaxed a twitch from his body, too new to the sensation of assisted preening of any sort. Only Quenton managed it before, so to have one of his 'own' manage the task felt both unnerving and humiliating. "I'm not going to explain actions of old anymore. When Avalon sunk her blade into my chest, she murdered a portion of me. I suspect..." I stand at an impasse now. Instead he forced a low chuckle. "Don't listen to me. I'm too tired to form coherent sentences anymore." I don't have much time to draft some caricature that the Negaverse will accept.
Lellouch is not terribly smart or observant. She may pass off this show of forgetfulness as exactly that - neither of us had much exposure to each other, and what games I played with her likely offered more damage than growth. She may simply lack the faculties now to tell apart lie from truth, tired from discouraged.
I suppose it doesn't matter in the end.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2014 11:16 pm
Maybe that was true, perhaps she shouldn't have come, but she still wanted too. Her attention was drawn to the wings when the wings echoed. Well that was interesting.. "Sorry.. I've raised birds." She murmured, not missing the twitch. "How's your back?" "Alexandre wants to return the favor I suspect." She said glancing at him. Or perhaps he already had, considering the idiot had landed himself in the hospital once already. "He didn't-" Still wasn't as far as she was concerned. "handle... everything well." Sure you are, you liar. Maybe you just don't want to move from this dank cell. "Let me ask you something. If there was someplace close to the city, out side of patrol routes, would you go?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 10:12 pm
"It hurts as all backs do when overtaxed wis' a burden permanently affixed to it." He knew lack of use offered no remedy to the situation, but found even less reasoning to move and work and solidify new muscle. For what purpose? The Negaverse despised him now. "Zese wings are only useful for spouting nonsense or insulting me when I least need it."
The talk of Alexandre roused his interests. So she met the blonde? Likely - both attended the operation that led to his new appearance. "Zat's..." Disappointing. Even after all this time, I never managed to change him. Perhaps it's only further proof that my efforts are ineffectual. "He hasn't changed. He behaved poorly after his previous roommate, Johnas'an, was corrupted into a youma by his own hand. Bazzite." I wonder what trouble he might've gotten himself into this time. Who new has he to cry to, or turn to? Perhaps Quenton. A low laugh stirred in his throat, too weak to find solid vocalization. Instead it hissed out in a series of whistling coughs.
Sighing, he loosened his protective lattice of fingers over the glaring scar on his chest. "If zere... Were somewhere zat offered protection from encroaching entities... I would go." For all I've pined away for the myriad offerings of the earth, of experiences in life, I may soon find my recollection of rose shade. Despicable, but I am every bit as vulnerable to self-delusion as anyone else. "Why do you ask of it? What are you planning?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 6:02 am
"Stretch out on your stomach." Lellouch said as she moved to sit at the 'head' of the bed. "Stupid?" She supplied. "So he's told me..." Lellouch still didn't think separating yourself from someone like that didn't exactly help things, but hey. Whatever floated Alexandre's boat. "...Has he you yet?" She had lost count how many times her and Alexandre had had the little 'argument'. As it was, she probably should have come sooner then she did. "Nothing right now... It's mostly curiosity for now, but I need to get out of Alex's apartment before I run myself through." Or you know, ran him through. Little b*****d thought he was so clever sneaking out when she was asleep. a*****e. "I'll see what I can do though, and I'll let you know if I find anything." Aeeth Note to self, tagging while sleepy = all the typos ever
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 7:59 pm
"Amputate zese damnable sings from my back and it will know no furzer burden," he responded flatly. Rolling to his stomach, his hands pressed carefully against the scar over his chest to offer a modicum of breathing room. A matching scar, frosted in its outskirts, mirrored on his back beneath his left wing. His cheek pressed deep into the bedding and he exhaled gently; he always felt more comfortable this way.
"Stupid is such a light term. I prefer asinine, self-destructif', shortsighted and infuriating." Crossing his legs at the ankles, Bischofite arched his back forward just enough to pop his lumbar and sacral vertebrae. Afterward he rolled his ankles to similar result. "He's... Not seen me. I doubt he wants to, intends to. It is of little import now." Given how thoroughly he avoided Bazzite, I expect I will find the same treatment. Like an ostrich he is, burying his head in the ground at the first sight of adversity. And what if his entire world swelled with such iniquity? Would he kill himself to escape it?
Bischofite glanced up at the corrupt with mild irritation. "You could'f used a better phrase," he half-mumbled into the bedding. Unless that was intentional.
"I doubt I will know a 'home' for a very long time - as you know, I project a substantial aura at all times. Even if you find somewhere beyond ze usual patrol routes, what is to dissuade a senshi from venturing out on a whim?" Afterward he peeled a hand from beneath himself to signal an end to that train of thought.
"But zat is of little import. Lellouch, do you despise me for my choices? Surely you heard what I intended zat night." Malicious wasn't exactly quiet about it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 8:57 pm
"Maybe in a bit." She chuckled as she pulled the threads on her gloves before removing them. Then Lellouch reached over and gently began making small circular motions. "Those all work marvelously." Especially that last one, which Alex was proving with full force. She rolled her eyes, despite him being unable to see it and huffed. "Of course he hasn't.. Too busy drowning himself in ******** tea. a*****e never listens.." Boy wasn't she one to talk. Alexandre's 'coping' methods were strange and she didn't quite get them. But at this point she was tired of arguing with the blonde. "I could have, yes. Was he always that absurd?" Lellouch shook her head before moving on to work on his shoulders. "We'll figure something out." And that was the last she commented on that. "Bischofite, I tried to kill my brother." And failed miserably, as he very well knew." I don't think I have any room to judge. But... no." Why? Did he want her too?
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 1:07 am
The touch startled him immediately, tensing his muscles to the point of strain beneath the touch before slow, recognizable motions sank into his comprehension. The short month spent with Quenton afforded a much higher tolerance for touch and its intrinsic therapeutic properties. While her fingers, her motions in no way echoed his lover's, any echo of the sentiment afforded a measure of relief.
Relaxing with a low grunt, Bischofite drew his hands out from beneath his chest and folded them atop one another to form a makeshift pillow. The bones felt damnably hard and prominent, but he endured nonetheless. Endure. 'Change is survival'... And suffering the tool to measure it. Pleasure... Where does pleasure fit in? This new model, it needs work.
"Tea? I don't recall any mention of tea. I don't even remember him drinking it - when I lived wis' him, ze only beverage I constantly spotted in his hand was one of zose coffees laden wis' pomegranate syrup. Disgusting, as I find cognac a much better additif' zan fruit syrup. So what is zis about tea now?" I expect it's nothing much. Lellouch seems content to hone in on unimportant details while maintaining only a rudimentary understanding of the whole. She shows her strengths in detail practices - working closely with an officer to offer better training, or guiding a lieutenant on her own: practices that involve her directly with the end product.
But who am I to judge? I am no more an appraiser of Negaverse officers as I am a subscriber to this asinine notion that we must protect the homeland.
"To answer your question, he's always been zat absurd, and he shows no signs of getting better." Finally Lellouch's fingers meandered to a particularly sore spot, and he suppressed a wince. Soon afterward the pain gave way to relief as she worked the beleaguered muscles into a better state. The trapezius, the myriad fascia muscles... I wonder how deep her touch descends. Has she worked over the rhomboid? The erector spinae muscles beneath the serratus posterior? So many names for highways of potential, learned from the best time I ever spent. Perhaps it's my lot to suffer.
Her admittance to lack of hate came as a surprise. Turning his head toward her, to regard her out of the corner of his eye, he furrowed his brow. "Attempting to murder your siblings holds a more damning biblical view zan one issued by ze Negaverse... If I remember correctly. I don't recall anyone casting stones at you for it during ze time."
Finally he closed his eyes in an attempt to rest frayed nerves. "Perhaps zere's hope yet... As folly as zat is."
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 9:41 am
"Sorry." She mutters when Bischofite tenses up. "I should have said something." Smooth move Lellouch. Let's make him more tense then he already is... Oh well, too late now. "He's started some tea shop that sells teas and herbs I guess. It doubles as a draining venue. Alex has got several people employed there last I heard." She didn't really know who as she had begun tuning Alexandre out when he started talking about it. "That is a disgusting mix. Just about anything would be a better additive then that." Who drank coffee with pomegranate anything. You know what? On second thought, she knew exactly who would. "I'm noticing.." Lellouch replied flatly. "He's not big on staying still long enough for things to heal either. How in hell did you put up with him?" The corrupt pressed just the pressed down just the slightest bit harder on the muscle as she slowly worked out the knots and kinks. "The only difference there is Cain managed to kill his brother. I came no where near it." So now her older brother knew who she was, and Hell itself would have to freeze over three times before she even got the chance to attempt it again. Once she was done with his shoulders, Lellouch slid her hands further down his back. He fingers momentarily brushed against one of the joints that connected the wing to his back before she began working on the space under it. "Persephone bitched me out about it. But then again, she'd b***h at just about everything I did." Lellouch rolled her eyes, remembering the time Seph had yelled at her for popping some white mooners seed instead of trying to bring her over. "I'd imagine b***h-tron would have chewed me out too... If I hadn't left him with a gaping hole in his side." Okay so maybe she was still a bit too proud of that fact, even if he had left her with a lovely scar across her back.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2014 7:46 pm
A tea shop draining venue? He mentioned something about that while I was still living with him. I never considered it much more than a passing fancy... So it looks like he's finally doing something with himself. Pity it demanded the loss of my... former life to provoke movement. Perhaps it's better for him that I suffer further, if these are the results. "I remember it... In part. It was his brainchild for some time it seems. How... bittersweet." He sighed, his breath whispering across his forearm.
"Part of ze reason zat I put up wis' him so well is zat I didn't care. I would stitch him up occasionally, but if he tore his stitches or incurred more injury... Well, zat's nossing more zan an inconvenience for me. But wis' enough vociferous whining about it, he often compensated me wis'... Well. Zat's a secret for anozzer time." You've changed hardly at all, Alexandre. Benitoite. Lellouch might prove a good partner to you for a time. Then again, maybe your stubbornness will drive her to madness.
"Persephone has a peculiar drif'e, almost maternal, toward ozzer living beings. She empasizes quite easily. One can discount zis as a fault, a weakness but I suspect it could proof' quite useful. For example, she can connect wis' a particularly difficult opponent. And once she uncovers what zey hold dear, someone of greater constitution can destroy it, zus crippling zem. So, she could haf' uses. However... If my opinion still holds some measure of weight, I found her performance during... zat time... to be lacking force. She fails to understand zat we are not a daycare, but an organization."
As melancholy stirred, Bischofite whispered his next phrase in native tongue. "Doch..." He sunk further into the bed. "Ze Negaverse is missing somesing, isn't it?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 9:46 pm
"It fits him I think..." In some weird, yet totally Benitoite way. She however, wanted no part of it. Tea and herbs where not her thing and she didn't feel like learning about them any time soon. "I have had to physically tie him to the bed on a number of occasions." Lellouch commented flatly. And she came real close to following up on a threat to bust his knee caps so he couldn't walk too. The blonde had no clue why she was even still humoring him, clearly she should just leave at this point. "I'm about ready to run him through with his own ******** staff." ...Or myself. "I think it would be worth something if she ever did anything with besides talk." It would be nice to see Persephone do a lot of things... but alas... Those were merely pipe dreams. Lellouch snorted quietly, working on a decently sized knot in his back. "I was no better." Especially with her lovely new streak of not listening to various Generals... When he murmured something, Lellouch paused as she glanced down, throwing him a curious glance. "....What's in mean? And what was it you use to call me?" Way to get side tracked Lellouch. A plus job. "It is... Big time. It seems like almost everyone wants to do nothing more then talk. There's no real... bite, to the Negaverse." Aeeth I still cant stop picturing her playing with his hair.
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