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 Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 6:17 pm
Troublesome thoughts, troublesome thoughts.
General Buddingtonite wasn't quite sure what was on his agenda today, but whatever it was, it involved a lot of lounging on a deserted bench, arms crossed behind his back and one booted leg propped over the other, looking at the stars above him and filling his head with a million and one thoughts. He didn't bother trying to wrangle them up now- no, time to allow the inmates to run the asylum, they had been very good boys and girls and he figured he'd give them a little reward.
Things were happening around Destiny City, chaos was running amok, snow was threatening to blanket the city once again, the Dark Mirror Court were continuing to be a pain in the royal a**, and starseeds were remaining safely tucked inside of chests, but that was alright with Buddingtonite. Those concerns were drowned out by the more vocal ones, the ones that offered suggestions as to how to pass the time, how to cause MORE chaos instead of just being a bore and fixing them, what kind of mixed drink he'd want to make tonight.
But Buddingtonite didn't care. He sat on the bench, whistling a tune, wondering where he had heard it from though his thoughts didn't help in that matter. He kept whistling, feeling the approaching Chaos aura and caring very little as to who it might be. General rank, like him, but really what could they POSSIBLY think to do to him? Waggle their finger at him? So terrifying!
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 12:04 pm
The feel of another General out and about, active, was a small bright point. The reality that was approached, lounging not doing particularly anything was more of a disappointment. There wasn't even evidence of having been up to doing anything and being on a break. She had no arguments with leisure in its time and place. And should surprise attend this sight? The poles of the organization as it is are well established away from efficiency. I remember you. Buddingtonite had been in plenty of the operations she'd been involved in herself. While they'd never spoken, he'd been there and been active when given orders. Not much of a general-commander, but a responsive enough soldier. Maybe that could change given reason to change. Why strive excepting personal desire, under the regime they were saddled with. A regime of sovereigns mostly absent. Cats and serpents could be excellent hunters, when they aren't sleeping. Schörl approached from behind the bench at a walk, Barbary acting as secondary cloak as usual to dampen all sound of her steps or body-motion. "General Buddingtonite. How do you find your constitutional?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 1:17 am
And you have been summoned!
His whistling had stopped when a vaguely familiar voice hit his ears and he cast a look over towards the approaching general. In all honesty he wasn't sure what he was expecting, considering he knew so few generals, but this one was a pleasant surprise. Not Mica and her snooty, Ice Queen ways, not Serpentine who would have probably lectured him on his demeanor. Nor even him! No, this was an officer he saw before, but never officially talked to... that was something he'd have to correct!
"And a pleasure to meet you too, my dear General!" Buddingtonite said, and when he turned his head to face her, he spotted the youma behind her and was immediately intrigued. "And you too, fine looking youma! I'd summon Gra, but it's far too cold for him and I wouldn't want him to freeze. Wait... can crustacean freeze?"
It was definitely worth looking into, but for now, so long as he kept Gra out of boiling hot water, everything should be fine.
Meanwhile, he racked his brain in trying to remember the general's name, but his mind seemed more caught up on what she had asked him. "My constitutional? Alright, I suppose... been pretty regular and haven't eaten anything to upset that. Why do you ask, my dear? Surely you're not too concerned about little old me?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 6:38 pm
"Temperatures and weather are a pedestrian concern, compared to the wants and so-called lives of Youma, are they not? They are not real Lions, Tigers, Bears or....Crustaceans. Leftover nightmares and furtive eating woven of soul-stuff into such shapes and nothing more. They don't even have blood or physiology to get cold." "And 'Constitutional' means a stroll, or walk, to consult the health. Polite cadence of speech, starting with asking after someone's well-being. " Schörl's mouth pulled into a line. "I am concerned for all agents. It is important to the Special Operations. " "We are always most concerned. " She stopped behind the bench, resting her hands, folded, on her cane before herself. "Though it wasn't business that brought me. We've worked together, but never met. You have a bombastic reputation. It seems well earned?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2015 12:56 am
It wasn't the type of response he was expecting, but he figured that it was his fault for simply making such an assumption to begin with. He had seen Schorl in passing but never truly knew her, and her response to his statement left him speechless, though only briefly. Still, a remarkable feat! "Well, don't let Gra hear you say THAT! He likes to think of himself as the king of crabs and perfectly endearing to everyone he meets, even to the ones that become his next meal."
What Schorl had essentially done was catch Buddingtonite with not only his britches down, but underwear as well, and that wasn't quite something he found himself particularly liking. Sure, it was something a little new and he enjoyed knew adventures, but he liked for them to be safe, controlled, less frightening, so to speak. And to think, she was on his side! What a blessing, for once.
She and Mica might get along perfectly... maybe.
Again, she managed to talk circles around him but he was determined to keep up as best as he could. Silently and inwardly, he cursed whatever troublesome thoughts pestered him before as it left him at a disadvantage for the moment. Even when she tickled his ego was flattery, he was fighting down his frustration and kept a smile present as he addressed her. "Your concern humbles me, truly. I would say that my reputation, however way you wish to describe it, is well-earned, though I don't make it a habit to boast my feats to others. Most would find that kind of behavior egotistical and it's highly frowned upon, last I checked."
He was curious when she mentioned being concerned, and he couldn't stop himself from asking. "What exactly concerns you, general? Is it something I could assist with?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2015 4:38 pm
He does not flinch, that I stand behind him to force his lounging into a position of vulnerability. Is that confidence in himself? That I will not strike him, as a fellow General? There has been strife between officers before. Curious. Curious man. Buddingtonite was neither making moves of caution, nor displaying any hint of nervousness or awareness of the maneuvering. Schörl shifted, finally coming around to the front of the bench to face the other General more directly. He has a roguish smile. Pleasing features. The sideburns are pleasantly old fashioned. 'perfectly endearing'- "Gra, or yourself?" "The state of direction for the ranks concerns me. Social responsibility and direct assignments. Missions. Directives. We guide children along, they need a strong hand to help them form habits before they will be able to self-direct. Assisting me is as simple as active, coordinated missions to further the influence and reach of the Negaverse. You serve the infiltration branch, do you not? If we could strengthen our holds in the emergency responders of the city with placements, it could mean a lot towards avoiding gunshot wounds in our own people. And finding potential enemies to put GenOps or Infos surveillance on. " "And you, General? What are your aims for our Queen? For our officers? "
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