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 Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 6:33 pm
"What was your name again?" Jet frowned as he looked over his partner for the night. The only reason they were working together now was in order to complete the assignment given to them during the class Osumilite was teaching. Aside from them both being young, he didn't see much else that he could have had in common with this Lieutenant. The fact that he was pairing up with him to try and lure people to go with them was something of a joke. He met quote on his own just fine, so he had no doubts he would complete the assignment as expected either.
"What's your weapon even?" he asked, trying his hardest to be nice to a fellow officer, but he was a little put off by the fact that he was probably expected to have experience when in reality he was a fairly new Captain. Nevermind the fact that Aquamarine and Seraphinite often showed up to save him from various situations and were probably the reason he was still alive at the moment.
"Is there anywhere you'd prefer to start? We're starting pretty late, so most of the bars will already have someone stationed by them. Generals don't usually like when you intrude on their territory. The park is usually swarming with senshi, and the youma usually keep them busy," he said, wondering where this guy would suggest they start looking for people to lure.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 9:14 pm
"Pyrophanite man, How can you forget me?" Pyro was pretty sure they were the same age, so Jet couldn't be going through goldfish memory that was common among the older generation? At least he hoped not. That'd be bad for the negaverse. A dude who kept forgetting people?
"It's a bus." He muttered, "I'll be better I'm sure once I level up. These toy weapons are such a joke." Pyro grumbled, tucking his hands in his uniform pants. "Downtown is better. Bars are closed but Clubs ain't. Clubs are easy to target from too...Raves are the best." Pyro grumbled again.
"Cause at Raves, a person passin' out and s**t is no big deal. People think it's the drugs. You gotta think underground too. They got a lot of drugs drops and s**t. I, personally, hate druggies but its not like their starseed ain't different from a healthy persons..." Pyro was asking for confirmation while still managing to sound confident that his answer was yes.
"You're the captain though dude, Pick a spot and we'll work our magic."
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 5:17 am
"Oh, trust me. I didn't forget you," Jet grimaced, but didn't bother explaining that the reason he'd forgotten the lieutenant's name was because it was a stupid name. And when he'd introduced himself he'd apparently thrown profanity as if that made him cool.
He didn't comment on the fact that the Lieutenant's weapon was a bus, and apparently a toy one. He also didn't bring up the fact that his weapons were much more efficient than they used to be. No longer plastic picnic knives, his weapons had upgraded into something much more useful.
This lieutenant seemed to be more in it for the action than planning, which suited him just fine. "Very well," he said, turning towards downtown. It was where he would have headed towards in any case. It would be simple enough, since senshi and knights tended to stray away from the area for the same reason why the Negaverse was drawn to it. Dangerous lifestyles lead to many risks after all.
"Why did you join?" he asked, curious about his companion for the night. He'd heard a little about him during the class, but he still wanted to make sure this one wasn't about to turn cost too easily.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 11:36 pm
"Oh good, names are hard. Heard we are named after like...jewels? Rocks? Minerals!" he grinned. "Pyro is good though, since the rest just makes it sound like gibberish."
He fell in step with the captain. "Sweet! Usually I gotta fight to go somewhere, since Zircon is all about taking the lead and stuff, so glad you are like...easy to please, or whatever." He rolled his eyes back over at Jet. His answer was simple and easy.
"I upgraded from a minor gang, to a larger gang. Naron found me, spoke the spiel." Pyro grinned, "It works for both home life and this life. My parents don't care much, and the old gang I was with was just well...s**t really." He paused, "What about you?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 7:51 am
Jet tried not to stare too long at the other officer, wondering if that guy was strange, or maybe Jet was just too... boring. Probably the latter. Although he could admit that he appreciated that his name was rather simple when compared to so many others.
"A gang? Really?" he stared again as they headed down an alley. He shook his head, remembering how old the other said he was during the class they'd had. He supposed he could have ended up in a gang had it not been for his brother and Jericho and Lovely making sure he stayed out of trouble and focused on piano.
"My brother was killed by a senshi. He was also in the Negaverse," he explained, not bothering to go into detail about how he'd been killed in front of him. "I want to avenge his death, and try to stop senshi from doing the same to others." He knew it was a bit naive of him, but he didn't care.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 12:17 pm
Jet was totally normal. Pyro was crazy. It was hard to compare.
"Seriously. It was small time s**t. You live in the neighborhood I do, and its hard not to...fall into it. Plus I was homeschooled and s**t. I don't have those...high school connections." Pyro shrugged, "So I fell into easier s**t. Hard to come back out of."
He blinked as he stared at Jet and then came up, putting his hand on the kids shoulder.
"Sorry." he offered, "We'll make them pay. They won't take anyone else." that's all he could offer.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 5:47 am
It was strange, talking to someone other than his... only two friends. For a while it had only been Jericho, and then after he'd been adopted and Ilian started seeing him less and less, it was Lovely who he sought companionship from. But Lovely also had moments when he either didn't care or was too busy to put up with Ilian's nonsense.
"Yeah," he said in agreement when Pyro offered his condolences, trying not to let his emotions get the better of him as he thought back in that night. The anger and sadness that continued to fester and drive him forward.
"I'm on my own, but the State is still paying for me to attend Hillworth. They probably look at me as a charity case. The only reason I haven't dropped out yet is because of my brother. And I get access to the pianos there." Again, it was weird sharing that information with someone who was more or less a stranger, but... he was trying to be more open about himself, especially within the Negaverse.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2015 10:06 pm
"s**t that's awesome!" Pyro declared, with a heat of envy. "I wish I could ditch my parents. But like, I don't know. Having free food and room is good for me now. Though if this negaverse stuff works out, I'm gonna figure out something with them. They offer help too, don't they?" He had to look into it.
"Your brother go to hillworth or something?" The comment about piano's made his head turn and then his eyes widen.
"You can play?" That was actually....really cool. He admired musically talented people. He wasn't by the best, but he could do some stuff if he tried.
"How long you been playing?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 10:31 am
Jet stared at Pyro for a moment before letting out a small snort through his nose and shook his head. “It’s easier to ditch your parents when they’re already dead,” he admitted. It had been seven years since they’d died, so it wasn’t like talking about it affected him much; just made the situation awkward for some people.
“Yeah, my brother went to Hillworth. It’s where they send most of the kids in the system. I was going to drop out, but he wanted me to stay. There’s a music room there, and I only have a keyboard at home,” he said, not entirely sure how to feel about Pyro’s curiosity about him.
“I’ve been playing since before I could walk,” he said with a small shrug. “My dad played. My mom offered voice lessons and music therapy. What about you? Any talents that would be more beneficial to you than being good with music?” Pixie Nyxie Ugh, I'm so sorry. I thought I already tagged this... We can wrap soon if you'd like!! Thank you for your patience with me. ;;
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 10:52 am
Ah man, JET...you were killing Pyro here. Dead parents AND dead brother, LIKE THAT WAS JUST...really really sad. He was so sorry bro.
"Skateboarding and stealing." He shrugged, "Gang grunt work? Gets me through the days I guess." He huffed, "Not really the best skillset, but I guess it works with you know...Negaverse."
Then he stopped, "If you want to ever like...I don't know hang out or something, you can always give me a pop on the little crystal things. I don't know many kids my age so."
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 6:52 pm
Jet snorted softly in amusement when Pyro told him about his “skills” which weren’t all that horrible. Jet felt as though he didn’t have the hand to eye coordination to be able to effectively steal or skateboard, so that was probably going to help Pyro out more than he thought.
He was surprised when Pyro suggested him calling to hang out, not used to having someone offer. He hesitated for only a moment before showing a small grin.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” he agreed, and then drew his knives from subspace. “There’s the club. Let’s finish our quota and go home,” he said, making a gesture for Pyro to take the lead.
He didn’t really know what to think about the whole hanging out thing, but it was kind of nice to have someone his own age to work with. Time would only tell if it was a good idea or not.
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