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 Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 1:45 pm
Tonight, Mont Blonc was determined to patrol alone. He couldn't pester Nadia every night with her assessment coming up, and Colin - the thought rose and fell in him to call, but no. He'd been little to no help to either of them since they'd met up, and even if he knew they didn't think any less of him for it, he did.
Maybe... it didn't hurt to have a little time to think, too. About new things he could try to be better for them, more use the next time someone fell prey to chaos. What to make of his Wonder and the surplus of death he'd seen there, something he'd rather not think about at all, but... it wasn't like he could avoid it. Like it or not, his Wonder was what made him. He had to come to terms with that one way or another.
... there were a lot of things he had to do, and it was overwhelming. He still had to do them. The only good thing was, even if he felt like he was weighing his friends down, they also inspired him to do more. They gave him a reason not to hole himself up and block the war out again. Which was why when he sensed a chaos signature, even as he felt anxiety bubble up in his stomach, he moved towards it instead of away.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 1:57 pm
Rutile was doing his thing again. Patrolling away from his fiancee so he could learn to deal with his stupid weapon. UGH. He pulled it out of nowhere and then looked at it. "The most I can do with you," he said to the needle, "is maybe pierce someone's ear." The tall man with curly black hair huffed and put his 'weapon' through his shirt so he could get to it. Like he'd ever really use it, but still! Green eyes rolled as he continued to wander, seeking out anyone that he could sap for energy. He didn't do the whole starseed thing. He'd heard it mentioned a couple of times, but all in all he didn't know what he'd be doing if he wanted to pull one. Hell, Rutile didn't even know what a starseed looked like! "I could probably ask Azurite...." He hummed and pulled a face until he felt the pull of an Order energy near him. It snapped him from his thoughts and made his eyes narrow. "Well well." With that, he sought it out, heading straight for it. This could be a fun night.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 2:05 pm
Mont Blonc stopped dead when he realized the chaos signature had started heading his way now. Well. He probably should have figured something like that was going to happen, it wasn't like this sensory thing didn't go both ways.
Okay, don't just stand there. Think for a change, do it the right way. But how should he even -- should he just attack? Let the agent attack him first? Should he drop and get a drop on them? No, no, what you're doing now is overthinking Lorne, this is worse than not thinking! he chided himself, cringing. Why was it always impulse or overthinking with him? Where the hell was his happy medium?
Okay, okay, fine. Don't overthink it. Maybe just standing there was his best option. He'd just wait there at the end of the alley and wait for whoever it was, only dully realizing this was his first time facing down a negaverse agent alone outside of a mass distress call. No pressure.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 4:41 pm
The signature hesitated, stopped maybe, and Rutile slowed down, but didn't stop. When he rounded a corner, he spotted someone up ahead. Ah-hah. There he was. He grinned widely and just strolled toward him down the alley, hands slipping in his pockets. "Well, well, well. Who do we have here? Some Order thing by himself?" If it was a senshi or a knight, Rutile couldn't tell, honestly. All Order pretty much looked the same to him. "What'cha doin' by yourself in the dark?" His voice had a seductive lilt to it, a lazy tone, trying to lure the other into a false sense of security. If he could, that's when Rutile would spring his attack. He'd creep in as close as he could and then wail on this Order guy.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 5:06 pm
Mont Blonc felt uneasy when he saw the lieutenant, but reminded himself he could handle this. This man wasn't a general, not even a captain. He was beginner, the dark equivalent to himself. - like the lieutenant he'd killed in the dark future, but it wasn't this man. He reminded himself, not for the first time, of what had become of Ploutonion in that park.
He didn't want to attack first, though - he wasn't at that point yet. The page ignored the silky tone of the other man's voice and braced himself with his pen -- yes, but again, it was sort of the best he had -- tucked at his side, and his hand curled into what the internet told him was the proper way to form a fist.
He opened his mouth to speak - and then shut it, trying to choose his words carefully so they wouldn't come out in a flustered jumble. It took longer that way, and the silence was heavy. "Same... as you I presume... patrolling." To a much better end, he thought to himself.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 5:11 pm
Rutile wouldn't be a beginner for much longer. He felt himself growing stronger each and every day. He smirked a little and hummed as he looked the other man over, tilting his head this way and that. Well, the other hadn't responded yet. Was the baby nervous? He made a very condescending face and clicked his tongue impatiently. "Ah! So you can speak." He moved closer still the grin spreading a bit wider on his face. "Here I thought I got myself a mute target. Tell me, Order-baby... What are you? I'd like to know before I drain your energy and give it to my superior." Superior being Buddingtonite. The only general he trusted thus far. If Azurite was eternal, he'd hand over the energy to her. With her, it had nothing to do with trust and everything to do with the pecking order. Gotta stay true to it. Didn't want things to take a nasty turn.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 5:28 pm
Mont Blonc took a step back, steeling himself with a breath. "I am a page of Saturn, " and that was information he had no shame in offering, in spite of his mixed feelings towards his Wonder. "Mont Blonc."
His eyes narrowed, although his heart was beating like a jackhammer. "And you're out of your damn mind if you think I'm going to let you." He'd learned from Glitnir how to will his weapon back; his response time had gotten better. So fine. First move, then. He flung his pen hard at the lieutenant, hopefully aimed at his face. He didn't really expect it to do any good, but -- it was a start!
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 5:44 pm
What the heck is a Mont Blonc? It sounded fancy and expensive. He tilted his head to one side and then snorted a little more before sighing. "I never said you'd let me drain you," he said with a little hum. And then something was flung at him and he hissed and stepped to one side. "So you want to throw the first rock, eh?" Who cared what it was. Rutile wasn't going to be attacked first. Not without retaliation. With a hard growl, he darted to the Page and swung a fist at him, ignoring his own stupid weapon. At least with a pen it would do a little more damage than a freaking sewing needle.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 6:21 pm
"Not particular, I was just finished listening - and that was a pen!" What a fantastic battle line that was. Mont Blonc, by reflex, threw up an arm to try and block the punch. Which he did, sort of, except the lieutenant's fist struck square against bone in his lower arm. Ow.
He tried to swing his own fist back, more or less forgetting "Proper Method of Throwing a Punch" in favor of just trying to hit him at all.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 9:40 pm
When he realized Monty actually hitting back, Rutile growled and took a couple steps back before hissing because one of those fists actually connected to his chest. He gasped and rubbed it and then growled. Now was the time he wished he had a weapon. Instead, he looked around the alley and grabbed a lid off one of the aluminum trashcans and used it like a frisbee, aiming it at the other's face. "You're really going to regret this!" He hissed out.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 10:47 pm
A surge of brief, fleeting satisfaction surged through Mont Blonc when he realized the other guy was actually backing up a little. He'd even gotten a hit in! Not a fantastic, battle ending blow or anything, but -
He caught the lieutenant looking around, and for a minute, he thought it was because there was someone else nearby - back-up or something - but he didn't sense anything? But no. Just his luck, the guy went ahead and grabbed a lid to fling at him. Eyes wide, he tried to do the same blocking trick, maybe slap it out of the air or something. But no, because the lieutenant was just a little too close, and it happened a little too fast, his defense just wasn't fast enough.
... and unfortunately, because Mont Blonc was tall, the lid fell a little low. It impacted right above his collarbone, more or less squarely in his throat. The only good news was since it was such close range, the lid didn't get as much momentum as it could have.
That was not to say it didn't still hurt like a b***h and send him crumpling down onto his knees, sputtering, gasping, and coughing as he clutched at his throat. The page scrambled with his free hand to try and grab the lid, maybe shield himself somehow until he could come back from this.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 12:02 am
Rutile laughed when the man fell to his knees, sputtering and trying to breath. Excellent. With speed, he moved over to the page and gripped him by the hair, pulling his head back. "You might feel a little sleepy after this kiss, but hey. You won't be dead." He hummed and pressed his lips against Monty's own. This was the way Rutile drained energy. He slowly leeched it from their lips and let the energy gather into his mouth, forming the little pearl. Sure it could be dangerous, but would this page really fight back?
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 12:23 am
Mont Blonc's eyes were already watering before Rutile got there, his throat reeling from the blow. He almost had the edge of the lid on his hand when the lieutenant was on him, grabbing the page's hair and forcing him to look up at his attacker. He wanted to do something, but his mind was scattered, addled with pain, and thoughts slipped through his fingers like sand.
The first thing he really heard was kiss. Just as he comprehended it, Mont Blonc felt a foreign pair of lips against his own. He stiffened, badly wanting to struggle and break free - it was even heard to breathe through his nose, the grip in his hair was still there, he felt his energy begin to slip away, exhaustion seeping into his bones in a way he'd never felt before.
The first thing he felt was fear. Then disgust, escalating and churning at this unwanted kiss, this violation. Finally, the disgust sparked something white hot in the pit of his stomach, something so rarely he scarcely knew it at first.
Mont Blonc was pissed. His eyes narrowed into slits and as exhausted as he was, he struggled. While he finally got a grip on the lid, as he swung it upwards towards the lieutenant's head, he also tried to get enough purchase to bite down hard on his Rutile's lower lip.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 12:30 am
The other's lips weren't yielding, but they were soft. This could have been a more 'romantic' kiss if Rutile were to just pry the other's lips open a bit and slip him a bit of tongue. Alas, he was draining energy and not seducing. Just slowly pulling the delicious energy from someone on the Order side. Shouldn't be that hard, right? And then he felt something hit his head at the same time teeth sank through his teeth and broke skin. Blood blossomed and spilled into his own mouth as he fell backwards. His head was killing him, he was dizzy and in so much pain. That would probably need stitches. He screamed and just put his hands to his lip as he writhed around on the dirty cement of the alley. The screams echoed fairly loudly and he cussed the page seven ways to Sunday she tried to get the bleeding and pain to stop. Screw his head, he was going to die from someone biting his lip off!
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 12:45 am
If possible he was even more disgusted by the taste of someone else's blood in his mouth. Mont Blonc badly wanted to spit it out, but this was his chance. He pushed himself to his feet, surprised by how badly he wobbled when he got there - think newborn deer, gangly legs and all. That's about where he was. The lieutenant had been effective at sapping his strength.
Even then, there was some small part of him that felt bad; the screaming was what got to him. But more than anything Mont Blonc wanted to get away from him before he could retaliate somehow. So he began to try and run away, even if he was stumbling badly as he went.
'Please don't chase me, please don't chase me, please don't chase me...'
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