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 Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 3:02 pm
Remarque didn't always take his time in this part of town, but tonight was just too good to pass up the opportunity. He wasn't even just working, but he was feeling pretty decent about everything. There was a nice, cool breeze, and storm clouds in the distance—but it was a break from summer heat, and he was going to make the best of it.
Even if it had been a little lonely tonight. He hadn't run into a single powered individual—Order or Chaos. It made him wonder if something big was going on that he hadn't been invited to—until, in the distance, he felt the faint pulse of a Squire. It didn't take the senshi long to decide on a course of action, and he spun on his heels and began walking towards the energy signature.
Of all the groups, Knights were the most complex in Remarque's mind. The Senshi, he knew he wanted to convert. The Negas, he knew he didn't really like. The Knights…weren't so unlikable that he wanted them erased from Destiny City, but neither were they of any use to him or the Court. They were dead weight, but as long as they weren't bothering the Dark Mirror Senshi, he didn't particularly care what they got themselves into.
…And anyway, maybe they had more information than he did.
Remarque chose to stay on the ground rather than hop rooftop to rooftop; he wasn't a fan of heights and this was a fast enough way. As he neared the energy signature, he slid his hands into his pockets and seemed far more relaxed than he had on the way over. At first, he didn't see anyone—but then a flash of long, blonde hair and a purple coat caught his eye.
Only a girl would have hair that long, so of course, he whistled to get her attention.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 6:11 pm
Whisler had been out enjoying the night air as well, and hadn’t really been doing much in the way of…well, doing anything. It was just too darn hot to expel any effort, but tonight was a good night to go out. Though…perhaps not. There was a slight tingle to the air, and he heard a whistle, a whistle much like the one that he liked to do to pretty girls.
It was an odd sensation, but never the less, the knight looked around, raising a brow. “Yes, can I help you? Or do you want me to sway my hips and wiggle on over to you? Because, I suppose I wouldn’t be too put off by that, but I must say to you now that I’m not a pretty girl, I am a guy, though I suppose it wouldn’t be too bad to try and kiss another guy. Especially one as pretty as you. Because, you seem like you’re as girly as me.”
He gave a little grin, walking on over towards Remarque. The fact that he was an agent of chaos didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest, in fact, he seemed quite intent on just chatting. And flirting. He did love to flirt. With anything that moved. Or flirted back.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 6:17 pm
Remarque immediately seemed taken aback, and while he would not admit to be wrong, his face twisted into a scowl. At first, he just assumed it was a normal squire, foolish and cocky and who might need a reminder that Remarque did not flirt with guys.
…Except, when he came closer, Remarque found a strange, familiar feeling washing over him. He had never met a squire like this, but he looked so familiar.
Racking his brain, he couldn’t think of anything for a long moment before a name popped into his head. But it felt like the wrong name, because the face that name belonged with had been with the Negaverse the last time he saw him.
And yet, it fell from his lips, regardless; "Mariposite?" he asked, voice a strange mixture of curious and flat. He was squinting, as if by doing so he would get a clearer view of the male. "…Or do you have a twin with the Negaverse?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 8:39 pm
Whisler had a bunch of smartass remarks to say, though, when the senshi? The person. Whatever he was. The chaos drenched flamboyant thing in front of him mentioned the name of Mariposite…the name that was supposedly his from when he was part of that stupid group known as the Negaverse he paused, bristling just slightly. “I um. Sorry. I don’t go by that name.”
He looked hard at the guy and shrugged. “I suppose…you knew Mariposite though? That’s a shame. I’m uh. I’m Whistler now. Squire of Polaris. Pleased to um. Meet you, suppose.” He wasn’t really sure what to say, this was a terrible awkward situation, and he honestly…didn’t like when people from the past he couldn’t remember…knew him.
It was just…stupid. He wasn’t that person anymore. And he couldn’t remember being that person to begin with…so why couldn’t people just let him die. Because seriously. Mariposite was dead. Gone. Extinct.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:03 pm
Remarque watched, eyes narrowed as the information slowly sank in.
Mariposite and he had never been very close; what he knew of the male, he had learned through Aurora. What he knew of the man was that he had promised Remarque that he was going to take care of the girl. That he was going to treat her delicately and give her the love she craved.
Aurora had clung to him, had cared to him.
…How long ago had this Negaverse Agent purified? …How long ago had Remarque last seen Aurora?
Were the two in any way related?
Remarque's hand clenched into a fist; maybe he was just stressed, or maybe he was making good on a promise, but his lip curled just slightly and he glared at the male. A deep seeded rage he hadn't known he'd been carrying flushed through him, and his adrenaline spiked almost as quickly as it took him to process what Whisler was saying to him.
"I don't care what you call yourself. You made a promise to me, and I don't take kindly to people breaking their promises."
…So Remarque did the absolute, most logical thing to do when you were very angry, wondering what happened to a girl you used to know—an ally, and a friend, when you lost someone you had thought you could trust…
He drew his fist back and punched the Squire, right in the face.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:16 pm
What was up with these chaotic assholes punching him? And why did they always end up hitting him in the face? He needed that face! It was clearly the best face in all of the city, or at least top tier of best faces in the city.
Remarque’s fist collided with his left eye and Whisler knew for quite certain that he would be getting a black eye from this…there was no way it wasn’t going to bruise. So…so of course. When some random stranger hits you for breaking a promise that you had no way of remembering, you get even. Clearly that was the only thing to do.
“I don’t know what the ******** you’re talking about? What promise, and watch the face, you dickwad!” He pulled his fist back and punched at the stronger senshi, quite pleased when his fist collided with his face. In fact, it collided right with his pretty little nose.
“I don’t remember anything about being Mariposite! Jesus Christ. If I made any promises, they’re seriously gone now! I’m not that person. I don’t even know what Mariposite was like. It’s like there’s a void in whatever that was, so ******** lay off!”
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 9:30 pm
Nose. Remarque had almost never been hit in the nose.
Or, if he had, it wasn't like that.
Immediately, he was aware that something was grossly wrong. There was the crack, so at first his mind told him it must have just been Whisler's knuckles. But then there was the pain. And the coppery taste in his mouth. And then a strange, liquid warmth on his face.
If he hadn't been consumed by more anger, he might have regretted his choice, but that rage was all he could carry with him now. His lip curled, and while he held one hand up to hold his nose, he was unrelenting. "Then maybe you should have written a note on your arm or something—you don't just make a promise and then abandon it. I trusted you—what, were you too much of a coward to hold by that promise?" He threw another punch, though this time he aimed for the gut. Maybe he wanted to kick him in the crotch, show him a taste of real pain, but there was a part of him—a little, nagging part of him that wondered how fair it was to attack a man who may have genuinely had no memories.
…But then, there was the fact that Remarque was pretty sure Mariposite had just seriously jacked up his nose, and if screwing up with Aurora wasn't enough, then that was.
"—Why did you do it? Why leave the Negaverse?" he demanded, already preparing to throw another punch.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 10:04 pm
When Whisler heard the crack, he swallowed, guilt flooding through him. Well damn. He hadn’t meant to hit that hard. When he saw the blood dripping down the other guy’s face he almost apologized. Almost. Though…though a second later he was being yelled at again and punched.
Again. Seriously. Wasn’t once enough? One punch was enough…and this one…it felt like the wind was knocked out of him.
It seemed like the obvious thing to do now, but Whisler grabbed hold of his chain, swinging it over his head. “Lay off, you crazy a**.” He began activating his magic, forcing Remarque away from him. Ten feet away, to be exact. Far enough away that he couldn’t punch him.
Whisler rubbed his stomach, trying to draw in a full breath. Now he was going to have a bruise there. “I don’t know. Okay? If that answers your question. I have no idea. I don’t remember a thing about being with the psycho Negaverse, so stop asking me! You are a crazy piece of s**t, and I don’t know what the heck you’re talking about. I’m sorry I broke a promise to you, but seriously, I have no ******** idea what you are talking about. His voice cracked on the last word, and he shook his head. “Damnit.”
He still swung his chain, keeping Remarque the full ten feet away. He didn’t think he could stand any more bruises right now.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 6:56 am
Being repelled backwards wasn't particularly unpleasant, and though he'd never admit it, it was good to have a few seconds to try and recuperate without having to concern himself with where the next blow was going to come from.
And it gave him just a few seconds to think that, maybe, he might have been a little bit wrong.
He didn't know the circumstances of Whisler's purification, and he certainly didn't even know if he'd spoken to Aurora about it. But he knew that he was mad because it was one less Negaverse Agent he had to rely on. But, more importantly, he had to worry about Aurora and how she was doing. Maybe she was okay with it. Maybe she'd already gone and fallen in love with another guy and was living happily ever after…somewhere.
With a growl, he waved his free hand as if to dispel the magic, "Stop, stop," he huffed. "You're wasting your magic, I won't hit you again." The taste of blood was disgusting and all he wanted to do was get home and get some ice; his head was starting to throb and he wanted to make sure there was as little swelling as possible. He wasn't happy by any means, but Whisler wasn't exactly making it easy to hate him. "You and I need to talk. But I'm not sure now is the best time. Go home and put some ice on your eye before it gets bad. If I let you leave now, though, you owe me a chat later. I want to know everything you do know. And if you promise to meet up again and talk about whatever you can—then I won't come after you. Just as long as you fulfill that promise."
Oh, ********, talking hurt; it took most of his concentration not to make faces or try to touch his nose.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 7:32 am
Whisler’s eyes narrowed and he shrugged, finally letting the magic die down, lowering his chain and rubbing his stomach once more. “Fine.” He was glad this a*****e finally saw some reason. “Fine. I’ll come and talk to you again. Someday. So long as you don’t go around punching me for no goddamn reason again.” His anger was still quite present in his attitude, which was an odd feeling for him. He didn’t like getting angry. Life was too short to get angry, but damn. This guy was a royal pain in his…well. Eye. Literally.
The squire shrugged and took a few steps back. “Whenever we meet again, then. I’ll answer whatever questions I can. I suppose. So. Goodnight.”
Whisler made it about five steps away before pausing and glancing back at Remarque. “Ah…sorry about your nose.” He darted off then, disappearing into the night and powering down the instant he felt he was far enough away.
So much for a night full of short skirted beautiful girls. Maybe tomorrow.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 7:38 am
Remarque just grunted, glad the male was gone. It meant he could lower his defenses a little bit and didn't have to work so hard not to pretend like holy s**t his nose really ******** hurt. He wasn't sure if it was in his mind or if he was having some physical reaction to losing so much blood, but he was getting lightheaded and immediately turned to find the nearest mirror. He wanted to get home, fast, and take care of this.
His mind was already making up excuses for how he was going to explain what he feared was a broken nose, and trying to think of senshi or knights or anyone who might be able to help out—but the only ones he knew were Order, and he had no idea how to contact them.
So, getting home was the first step, ice the second…then he could just lay down for a few minutes and think and—no, wait, he had to talk to Aurora and…
His headache was not getting any better.
He didn't need to be trying to think of so many things at once.
He just needed to be home.
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