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 Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2015 6:02 pm
April wasn't General Buddingtonite's favorite month of the year, but it also wasn't his least favorite. No, that'd be July or August, the summer months when children poured out of school and flooded the streets with their general, unwelcome presence and would once again overwhelm his store, the one that his brother and 20 or so contractors labored to rebuild. Soon, he would have to deal with them and their gross little fingers and their gross little noses and their gross little vocabulary, and their gross little existence...
Perhaps that's why he hated April so much? It was a prelude of the hell that was to come to his stores, and the worst part was his dependency on those horrid little things to keep his business successful. They were his primary customers and their nagging ways often had a way of breaking down the holders of the wallet's willpower. He hated knowing that he relied on such terrible creatures, and yet, despised them with every fiber of his being.
That's why he hated April.
His hunt for energy and starseeds led him to the school grounds of Destiny City University, an odd place to be considering his firm stance on hating children, but a college university was something he could handle. These children, these late teens, early twenty-year-olds... he could handle these kids. They were still foolish and naive, but far closer to his own age and less likely to piss him off. Not to mention, full of energy, something that he could always use a little extra of these days.
So, the hunt was on, and despite his loud whistling, he kept his senses on alert, as the idea of becoming the hunted wasn't pleasing in the least to him. Surely there had to be someone about!
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2015 8:19 pm
Sticking close to known territory seemed like a good plan to Ploutonion. He was still getting his feet underneath him with this whole “magical adventures” thing, and it seemed like a good plan to stick to an area where he could duck into a crowd of other students, power down, and be safe, if he got in over his head with any of this. And he definitely started considering that, as soon as he felt the far, far too powerful Negaverse aura on the edge of his senses. This was not for him – there was no way he could take someone that strong in a straight fight.
But maybe it didn’t have to be a fight. Quartz hadn’t attacked him, perhaps he would be lucky again. If not, well, he could run quickly, and get lost in the crowd. But if he was very, very lucky, this would be someone who could tell him more about the Negaverse, because oh, he itched with curiosity about the Negaverse. It sounded utterly fascinating, and lacked the horrifying disorder he’d stumbled upon in his own side (he thought of Megiddo, throat slit by Camlann, and shuddered.)
So he made his way over to where he felt the aura, going from rooftop to rooftop until he saw what had to be the owner of the aura. No college student would have dressed so blatantly military, he suspected.
Fortunately for him, the man was also…well, pretty hot. So when he dropped down, in front of the man he wished to speak to but still several feet away, it was with total sincerity that he said, “you know, from what I’ve seen, being incredibly attractive must be a requirement for recruitment into the Negaverse.”
Charm, charm, charm, and maybe he wouldn't end up dead or corrupted against his will.
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2015 11:09 pm
He hadn't even been on campus for more than a few minutes before he felt the familiar tingling of a nearby Page, and the thought of a simple, stress free hunt immediately escaped the realm of possibilities. Normally, a general of his rank and stature wasn't really concerned with such weaklings among the knight order, but Buddingtonite knew for certain that there was a certain fight in some of them. Desperation brought out the worst kind of fight in some people, he found.
A cornered mouse will fight.
"Too true," Buddingtonite muttered in response, trying not to bring up all of the many times a lower ranked senshi or knight had bested him in a fight, and that alone made him consider simply leaving. Sure, he needed energy, but he had other means of obtaining it, none of which involving him going home with a black eye or a bruise to have to explain to his clients the following day.
But then there was always that burning curiosity, that potential that lied untapped and unexplored. Perhaps it was his own selfish desire that caused him to venture towards the aura instead of leaving it be. Sure, he could have left him be, but where would the fun in that be? It wasn't like he could let something potentially useful go without taking a glance at it, right?
What surprised him more than anything else, though, was that the aura was getting closer, and how it had little to do with him. Which meant the page was coming towards him, and that rung all sorts of bells.
A fool or brave.
And as the page dropped down in front of him, Buddingtonite wasn't quite sure what to make of it. By appearance, he couldn't tell which it was, but he knew for certain that the page was certainly charming to look at in his own right, and his comment? There was enough distance between them, and Buddingtonite hoped that he couldn't make out just how speechless the page left him.
"Well... it's certainly a first."
Awkward.Noir Songbird Ploutonion used Flatter! It was Super Effective!
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 12:50 pm
Well. Ploutonion counted the General being left stunned as a point in his favor, because at least whatever terribly vicious weapon he had was not currently turned on the Page. "Not dying right at this moment" was exactly the sort of victory he was willing to accept when victories were few and far between.
"You'll forgive my bluntness," he said, "and I do apologize if that was more forward than you expect, but I try not to beat around the bush too hard. It really doesn't serve anyone."
He swept a rather dramatic bow. “Ploutonion Page of Saturn,” he introduced himself, with what he hoped was an appropriately charming smile. “I find myself deeply curious about the Negaverse – if I may beg your indulgence for a short while? I'd love to ask some questions of an officer of rank."
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 1:10 am
It could have all been a clever ruse to cause Buddingtonite to drop his guard, and if so, it was certainly well played, because the more the Saturn page spoke, the more Buddingtonite was turned off of the idea of ever once raising a weapon against him. Now why would anyone want to harm such a polite, flattering, and not-bad-on-the-eyes young man such as this?
They'd have to be a monster.
And was Buddingtonite a monster? Perhaps. But it was a rather forgiving monster and one easily appeased, it seemed, as he didn't care if the words were sincere or not. Half of the music that came out of his mouth weren't sincere either and perhaps it was that truth that drew him to rather liking this fellow. Also, having some good looks didn't hurt either...
"A pleasure to meet you, Ploutonian. I am General Buddingtonite, of the Infiltration Branch." Never one to be outclassed by another and simply letting it be, Buddingtonite returned the gesture and tipped his hat as well. As fancy as this Saturn page was, he could never match the classiness of his hat. He made sure to stress this too, by shifting it slightly when he rose back to his full height. "Hm, curiosity can be a very dangerous but enlightening affliction, my friend. Most of your kind are keen on simply rushing forward and attacking all willy-nilly and don't seem to care enough to question the world around them, much less those on the other side."
He considered his words and chuckled sheepishly. "Which... if it looked as though I was going to do that to you, I do apologize. An err on my part and I assure you, it will not happen again. Now, what exactly would you wish to know?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2015 11:08 pm
Not even past introductions, and Ploutonion already had information he had been missing before. The mention of an "Infiltration Branch" told him there were, apparently, at least some specialized divisions. That added to his suppositions that the Negaverse was more organized - certainly Colin hadn't spoken of that type of thing among Order.
That, and he also decided he liked this General. The man had a bit of a showman in him, and that was absolutely something that Plouton could respect. The man was incredibly likeable, and at the very least seemed open enough to talking.
"Honestly, we've gotten as far as having a conversation, that's an improvement over some of my encounters with some of your Lieutenants - they seem to attack on sight." He laughed dryly. "But I shouldn't be surprised that a man who's earned his way up to General would have a more nuanced understanding of these things." Lay it on as thick as possible.
"But tell me a little about yourself, won't you? What exactly does a General of the Infiltration Branch do?" He was getting the idea that Buddingtonite had a bit of an ego, and he suspected stroking and fluffing it would be the best way to proceed and keep his head.
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