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 Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 11:08 am
Aquamarine kicked at a rock on the ground as he made a slow patrol of an area of forest just beyond the edges of the city, watching his victim skid through patches of dirt and grass to quietly thunk against the trunk of a tree. He heaved a sigh, lifting his arms over his head in a stretch. Upon lowering them he finally made a careful visual survey of the area, but he did not immediately see anything to arouse his suspicions.
There was a power reading just there at the edge of his senses, growing stronger the closer it drew to his location, but he could not pin-point from which direction it made it's approach. It hardly concerned him, in any case. He had his dagger latched to his hip, prepared to execute the ruthless maneuvers expected of a Captain in the Order Elimination unit. The fact that the aura exceeded his own in power hardly made a difference. A Knight, he was sure, rather than an Eternal.
Very well. Certainly they posed less of a threat to him than his own people did these days.
To say that Aquamarine was disenchanted with the Negaverse was perhaps a bit of an understatement. But what could he do? Nothing, he'd learned. They had the run of the city, and it was unlikely that would change despite what resistance the White Moon attempted to mount. It was safer, then, the play the part of the dutiful Captain, to pretend as if he still cared about the mission when he'd only ever been in it for himself.
“Turn back, Knight,” he warned, his tone of voice notably emotionless. “No good will come of your approaching.”
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 10:58 pm
There was not a Captain in the Negaverse who could make Lyonesse sweat, these days. There was a certain confidence that came with his power, and with his familiarity with quite a number of the members of his former faction. So he kept approaching, a slight grin on his face.
"No good for me, or for you?" He asked, as he walked up, standing face to face with the blond. This wasn't someone completely familiar to him, not in the way Painite or Benitoite or even Bischofite were, but he still knew the face. "Because I doubt I'm the one in danger here, Captain Aquamarine."
He had received reports, when he was still a General, that Aquamarine had flirted, repeatedly, with purification. To the point where his family had been executed as a warning. That had struck a chord even with Natron, who had despised disloyalty until it blossomed in himself, for a reason Lyonesse could no longer quite remember (but suspected it had to do with his own family, the memories of whom were long gone.)
"So why don't we stay at a nice respectful distance from each other, and talk, rather than you trying to stab me?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 8:30 am
“You...”
Aquamarine's tone was a mix of scorn and mild curiosity—and the scorn in particular was difficult for him to determine its origination. Did he despise the former General more for his disaffection and betrayal of their ranks, or was he simply envious that Natron had found a way out and kept his life in the process?
It couldn't be much of a life these days, Aquamarine reminded himself, and that thought settled his anger and resentment to something less notable. Against the Negaverse or a part of it, their fate would be no different, he thought.
Still, Aquamarine endeavored to keep up appearances.
“I have no fear of you, Natron,” he said, making a noticeable lack of effort to acknowledge him by whatever name Natron called himself these days. Aquamarine's face took on a smug smirk that likely seemed rather forced compared to the arrogance he'd shown in early adolescence. “It seems foolish that you would so brazenly show your face given how lacking the White Moon has become. What do you hope to accomplish by continuing to ally yourself with them?”
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