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 Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2016 1:32 pm
It was a Saturday night and the bar Marcasite had chosen for her solo outing was packed and still, she'd managed to find a place at the bar and an empty seat remained open beside her. She'd taken her hat off, set it beside her on the counter, next to the drink the bartender had slid her way. It was a tall glass of something resembling a sunset that she sipped idly.
Bright blue eyes swept across the crowd of people, watched as they lined up at the bar and scampered away with drinks. She'd never gone anywhere that she hadn't been recognized at least once and glamour was a terribly new thing to her, but Marce found that she enjoyed the anonymity it afforded her.
Long slender fingers tapped idly against the wooden countertop, cheek pressed into a hand as she looked boredly at all of her potential prospects. She should be attempting to drain someone of energy, or at least scoping out good prospects, but so far she found that no one interested her.
As eager as the pale haired woman was to jump right into this new, fascinating aspect of her life she still held reservations about how to approach things. Talking about the negaverse seemed like something that would require some tact and so did energy draining.
She wanted to talk about pro-negaverse things more than she wanted to drain someone, especially with the ring of red that peeked up over her collar from the day she'd been inducted.kuropeco I don't know what I'm doing, I hope this works?
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2016 12:21 am
In spite of all that Archer did in his free time, he was not, actually, a partygoer under normal circumstances. He liked going to clubs when it suited him, and a drink at a local bar was always pleasant, but he did not waste time frivolously as many of his classmates did, drinking themselves into an oblivion until they were stupid with alcohol. Archer himself much preferred to keep his wits about him - and besides, there was no benefit into drinking so much one's memory became impaired.
This particular night, however, Archer had decided to spend out. His arrangement with Axton was going well - the new roommate was surprisingly following along with the rules well enough - and his latest test results had been, unsurprisingly, perfect. And in spite of Pasi being a shithead all the time, Archer was suited to their arrangement as well.
In short: his life was perfectly pleasant. And yet not quite as fulfilling as he should hope.
The bar was crowded, and Archer wove his way through the throngs of people with a disinterested expression on his face, reaching the counter without much effort. White hair greeted him from the corner of his eye as he ordered his usual - a shot of whiskey - and Archer turned his head to scrutinize the young woman, reclining casually against the bar top.
"Curious outfit," he said, as the glass was set in front of him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2016 3:34 pm
Marce noticed him immediately, it was hard not to with the way he was scrutinizing her. Her posture shifted immediately, her hand dropping down to the counter and her back straightening when she turned her head towards him, blue eyes regarding him curiously.
"Curious man," she countered, a singular brow arched when she gestured to the seat beside her. "Care to take a seat?" Her tone was light, a slight challenge to it while she waited for him to decide. "Don't worry, I don't bite," she smiled widely at him, displaying her dentist white teeth. "Unless that's your thing," she laughed, shoulders rolling back in a shrug.
She played with the straw bobbing up and down in her drink, swirling it so the alcohol was mixed again before taking a long sip. "I'm testing out a character, I think. Inspired by those vigilantes who thing business casual is more suitable for dealing with terrorists than say-- armored suits. Opinion?"
Quick and to the point, just the way Marce liked it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2016 4:41 pm
The corners of his lips quirked upwards a little, though it wasn't really a smile, more like a flash of amusement gone quickly. Archer gave a little nod and slid into the seat beside her, taking a sip of his whiskey. Her comment about biting made him raise an eyebrow.
"Depends on the situation," he said, and he was utterly relaxed as he sat there, posture languid and easy.
A brow rose, Archer tilting his head.
"What terrorists?" he asked.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2016 11:11 am
Inwardly, Marce was frowning, but outwardly she still wore the pleasant grin when he slid into the space beside her. The woman was excellent at reading people and yet, the man next to her wasn't giving her anything to work with. "Noted," she commented wryly.
"Do you watch the news? Ever wonder about the city wide curfew?" It had been something she'd had to readjust to when she moved back to the city a few years ago. "Oh," something struck her, "you're not local are you."
Despite having moved back herself, sometimes Marce had a hard time believing why anyone would come to DC. "Well, there are these," she waved her hand in the air trying to grasp the proper word, "people who dress in ridiculous outfits-- more so than mine. They cause a lot of damage around the city. Buildings getting destroyed on a regular basis, almost avenger's style crap."
Her hand drifted to her throat, ghost feelings of fingers wrapped around it. "Then, there's the other side. The Negaverse, they came around to put them in their place."
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2016 9:15 pm
He did watch the news, though not lately, admittedly. Preoccupied with having just moved to a new apartment, as well as getting a new roommate and having his time taken up with classwork, that shithead Pasi, and working over Lorne meant that Archer had not sat down in front of a television in quite a while.
"I recently moved back here a few months ago," he said now, fingers sliding idly around the glass, eyes focused on the young woman. A slight frown of curiosity was on his face, one elbow resting on the bar top so that his head was propped casually against his hand.
"So these terrorists," said Archer, and his gaze flickered briefly to the woman's throat before he moved back to her face. "You're telling me that they go around wreaking havoc? What's the point of that?"
He crossed one leg absently over the other, taking another sip of his drink.
"Do they have some sort of goal in mind, is that it? What does this...Negaverse care..?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2016 10:44 am
As Archer propped an elbow on the counter, Marcasite adjusted her position to appear more open and welcoming. Her own arm rested along the counter with the other laid across the back of her stool. Her drink was mostly empty and she opted to ignore the glass and focus on the man across from her rather than ordering another drink.
"They're trying to take the city, then the planet," she explained, "the Negaverse, they're here to stop them." It seemed simple enough and while she hadn't gotten the best run down, the woman was used to embellishing stories. "I guess--" she stopped, frowned a little when trying to decide how best to continue without coming off completely crazy.
"Do you believe in the impossible? Like magic..." she stopped when she realized she hadn't gotten his name. "I'm sorry, your name is?" Everything would be easier to explain, if he did, if not she'd make the best of it. He seemed mildly interested in what she had to say, she didn't want to lose that.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2016 12:04 am
Archer was not sure if she was spinning lies around him just to get him interested, or if she was telling the truth about what was happening. Either way, he was strangely curious about it all, Archer's fingers tapping idly against the side of his glass.
Dark brows rose at her question.
"Do I believe in...magic?" Archer asked slowly. "I believe nothing's impossible. There are always ways to get what you want, no thing that can't happen. Whether or not that extends to magic seems doubtful, but if there's proof, then that's all I need."
He did not offer her his hand, but instead said, "My name is Archer. Are you one of the ones you're talking about? The Negaverse?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2016 2:41 pm
"Good," she replied, mouth twisting into a wide shark-like grin. Believing in that nothing was impossible was a great start, it meant she had a chance at winning him over. As long as he was being truthful and Marce felt like he was, even if getting a decent read of him was hard.
She figured he'd warm up and she could do better. The longer she spent around someone, the easier to read they became.
Slender fingers tucked loose strands behind her ears and she nodded, mouth opening before she hesitated. Her instinct was to introduce herself as Jade, but that wasn't who she was, not now. She was Lieutenant Marcasite, fresh meat in the Negaverse. "Marce," she introduced opting for a shortened version, because Marcasite sounded a little ridiculous even for her.
"Well Archer, that depends." There were a lot of factors she needed to consider before she answered one way or another. "If you were given the chance to be better, stronger, and maybe take out some nasty people trying to wreck the city-- and the rest of the world. Would you take it?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2016 8:09 pm
He was interested, in spite of himself. It seemed an almost ludicrous idea, but Archer had never been one for disregarding something simply because it seemed impossible. What he wanted, he got, it was as simple as that. If he desired something, he went after it, and made it his, and his it would remain until he tired of it.
Life was that easy. Over complicating it was pointless.
Archer raised his glasses and swirled the liquid around in it, contemplating what had been presented in front of him. Marce was pushed into his thoughts, saved for later; an odd name, but perhaps short for Marcy or Marcelline or some other such thing.
It didn't matter. Archer focused on the rest of her words.
A dark brow rose as he took a sip of his whiskey.
"I don't see the point of wrecking the world," he said dispassionately. "But I do find the idea of becoming stronger quite appealing. Seeing as how my intelligence and ability already outstrips many, it would be beneficial to me to have more."
It was not said with arrogance, merely a flat sort of simplicity, as though this was basic fact.
"Why?" Archer asked. "Are you telling me that you can give me such a thing?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 1:24 pm
Archer's interest made Marce feel more confident about this whole "earth warrior" s**t she'd gotten caught up in. There was an edge of danger to Archer that she picked up on, a very slight sign brought about the way he chose to respond to her and the way he held himself, that she found intriguing. In ways, he reminded her of Xenotime, the woman who'd saved her, and the general with the scythe, Labyrinthite, dangerous but only when the intent was there.
If they were any type of example to look up to, Archer would make a fine addition.
"We don't wreck the world, we keep it together." The negaverse had it's own motives, ones she didn't fully understand yet, but getting rid of the senshi and their friends seemed to be priority. "I am, if you're interested," she left out that she'd have to call in someone else. She wanted to keep him baited, until she or someone else could look into him a little more.
"You seem smart. Everyone has potential, but why are you so much better?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 1:33 pm
It was an interesting concept. Archer eyed Marce with a silent expression of interest, still holding his glass suspended partly in the air as though he had forgotten about it lieu of other, more important things. Things such as the prospect of being more.
It was curious. No one had ever offered him such a thing before, and he found he rather liked the idea.
A smile touched Archer's lips, cold and calm.
"I just am," he said simply. "This world is full of simpletons who believe themselves to be intelligent, while most of them - if not all of them - are not. Rare is the individual who can actually do anything worthwhile lately. It's extraordinarily dull."
His brows rose. "Except, it seems, for this...Negaverse that you speak of."
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 2:11 pm
She didn't trust his smile, how could she when it was so cold, but she beamed pleasantly back at him in return. It was easy to put on a happy, easy going persona no matter what circumstance. She was excellent at appearing relaxed when she wanted to, and that was the front she put out for Archer.
"I like your confidence Archer," she declared, shifting until she was leaning towards him, elbows pressing into her knees. "The world is full of extraordinary things if you're willing to take a leap of faith, or a chance on something that you aren't sure of." It's how she went about life.
It was one giant experience and she wasn't about to let things slip through her fingers.
"Even if there are a bunch of idiots who populate it." It was easier to appeal to his way of thinking than convince him otherwise. "Is your life boring? Wanna spice it up?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 3:25 pm
He let out a laugh that was not exactly entertained, but low and amused in its own way. "I'm not so sure about extraordinary, but surely there are things more interesting than how things are now. And I don't take leaps of faith; I don't need to.'
Archer surveyed Marce for another long minute, fingers absently caressing his glass of whiskey. What she was presenting to him was certainly appealing in a way he hadn't thought before - and while he cared little for the opinions of others, the idea of having something more was quite successful in swaying him.
"Life is always boring," he said finally. "So yes. I think spicing it up is an excellent idea."
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 2:17 pm
"I like you Archer," the white haired woman declared decisively, grin stretched across her mouth. "There's so much to experience, so much you don't understand. I can-- I can only show you a little bit but," she glanced around them, leaning forward to touch the hand wrapped around his glass.
"There are others who, you wouldn't believe what the can do. I'll get one of them to find you, later," she promised, glancing at where her fingers touched his and her brows concentrated so that she could pull little wisps of energy from him.
Her other hand was held open before him, with something glowing slightly in her palm.
She let go quickly, before he could really feel much of a drain, the tiniest orb glistening in her hand. "If I wanted, I could steal all your energy and make something bigger." She slid out of her stool, took a step away from him. "But that's for later. I'll see you around Archer." She winked, snagging her hat and stuffing it onto her head. "Or--someone will be in touch."
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