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 Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 12:17 am
He didn't exactly know how good he'd be at this. He was not the best at talking, and never had been. But Eurydike was determined to use this chance to make a difference. Over the past few months, he'd gotten his a** kicked, he'd been saved more than once, and he'd seen his fiance taken and held captive by the negaverse.
There was no reason for him to second guess whether or not this mission was necessary. It was just about proving himself as worthwhile for once - about doing something for the side and the people he was truly investing himself in a little at a time.
He wanted to do right, for once. And so here he was, slipping quietly into one of the captive's cells, fixing them with a hard look that promised to be unyielding. What reason did he have to yield, anyway? It wasn't as though they'd given him any.
"Name?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 1:17 am
Sanidine's nose wrinkled when the man walked into the room; his head was still throbbing from what he assumed was some cheap-shot gang up, but he couldn’t remember anything past grabbing a quick dinner and powering up. He didn't even remember where he had been patrolling, much less who he'd run into.
He'd awoken sore, and without any idea what sort of mistake he'd made by going out tonight. He couldn’t move his hands or legs, though he'd tried—calmly at first, then frantically, and then angrily. And then he'd decided to conserve his strength, because all he was doing was hurting himself.
He hadn't know how long he was just slouching there, listening to the voices, the noises, of things and people he couldn’t quite make out. His breathing was even, but his heart was pounding loudly in his chest.
But none of that mattered when he'd come in.
Sanidine did his best to look nonchalant, and even scoffed when he was spoken to.
"Yeah, I've got one. Thanks for asking. You got one, yourself, or should I just make one up for you?"
He could think of quite a few names he'd like to call this guy.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 1:46 am
Eurydike stared at him humorlessly, as though he probably wouldn't have said about the same thing if the roles were reversed. But they weren't. He was the one here holding the cards for once, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't feel sort of good... having the upper-hand for once after so many times of being out-classed or out-numbered. Sometimes both.
"Real clever, spikes, " hey, not the best nickname; he'd come up with one soon. He sauntered closer, his sandals clapping against the floor with every step. "Tell me - " He tried to stand tall, to appear more than he was. " - your ********' name. Then how long you been with the negaverse. Start there."
It seemed like the reasonable way to go, right?
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 1:54 am
"You know, manners might get you somewhere," he paused, as if deliberating a name—and then, he grinned. Slowly, and cruelly. His eyes lingered on the expanse of skin, finally settling on, "Legs. See—you've failed to give a proper introduction. Failed, in fact, to give me any idea what's going on here. So if you could just be a doll and try using your words, I might be a little more inclined to cooperate."
Except, he wasn't going to be. Sanidine was testy and ready to lash out with any opportunity he could get. He didn't know who this guy was, how he got here, or what the hell they wanted from him—and he wasn't about to start blabbing all his information when he had no guarantee he was going to get something out of it.
There was something wrong going on here; this wasn't a joke. And even in the best case scenario he could think of, it was still pretty ******** up—and that knowledge felt like a fist to the gut.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 1:41 am
Eurydike's eyes narrowed viciously.
"Hey. Asshat. Y'know what might get you somewhere?" The senshi of salt cracked his knuckles roughly, knowing there'd be no time to dodge, no defense - and told himself, just to make it seem sweeter, that this, this was exactly the kind of a*****e that would get Tolliver hurt or killed one night. Look at the way he smiled. This one was evil, better off away from the ******** streets.
With that in mind, he hauled off and struck, aiming a punch at the officer's face. "Quit ********' around and answer the goddamn question."
(Also? Didn't hurt that smug bastards pissed him right the ******** off.)
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 9:00 am
In hindsight, common sense would have dictated that Sanidine maybe not press buttons, but he was reckless and confident—and now he had the strong taste of copper in his mouth to show for it.
There wasn't really anywhere for him to go; he didn't have time to react, and the damn senshi landed a decent enough blow that all Sanidine could think of was pain. He was startled, mostly because he'd always assumed senshi were pretty, dainty little things.
But this…Was not particularly pleasant.
"You quit ********' around," he shot back; it wasn't exactly the most respectable response, but he tried to stomp his foot into the ground to focus on anything but the pain to his face. "—Seriously, rude!" he spat. "You think you can get what you want just by throwing a few punches in their direction?"
…Well, wait. Actually, you could; that was generally his go-to.
But that didn't matter; Sanidine was supposed to be the one throwing the punches, not receiving them.
"What the hell do you need that information for, anyway? I guarantee if you set," he looked around and then settled his gaze back on the senshi in front of him and continued, "all of this up, it wasn't just for a name and employment record. So get to the questions you are obviously desperate for answers for so we can get whatever this is over with, and so I can get out of your little kink fest and back to my life."
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 6:52 am
Your face should quit ********' around.
Eurydike scowled back at him, looking wholly and throughly unimpressed as the officer went ahead and prattled on like this was a ******** soap box and not a prison cell. Kink fest my a**. "First off, b***h, you ain't even my type, " he droned sarcastically - although really just no.
Never mind he hadn't been the one to set this up. He'd been in the right place at the right time and offered his assistance. He doubted he could've even conceived of something like this on his own. But - "Second off, " and he struck again, hard, aiming this time for his stomach. Or ribs. Whatever. "How 'bout you go ahead an' shut your lil' b***h mouth an' answer the ********' question already. Five seconds to spit it out, or I'm hittin' you again - real simple ********' question guy, or you just that ********' dense?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 11:20 am
Admittedly, Sanidine was a bit alarmed at the violence—not because he didn't think he could handle it, but because he was bothered that he couldn’t defend himself. Hell, he'd been in plenty of fist fights, plenty of brawls—but the last time he hadn't been able to use his fists, he'd still been able to kick the guy in the d**k.
He didn't really have that option right now.
His breath had been sufficiently lost as a result of the blow, and it had been a mistake to inhale sharply since that only made it hurt worse. "You have issues," he sneered, but wasn't going to keep pressing things.
"I've been with the Negaverse, for like, a few months," he answered. "I didn't really mark the date down."
It had been smack dab in the middle of December 2014; he remembered the day clearly. He was just a very good liar.
And yet, he still gave his real name: "Sanidine. So calm your tits, you ******** psycho." He growled, irritated, hurting, and hungry. And already daydreaming about beating this guy into the ground. "You so socially awkward you don't know how to ask someone a question? You just gotta—what, beat it out of them? Rude, man. What the hell are they teaching you guys? This s**t's <******** up. You're gonna get yours, you little s**t. If you were smart, you'd get out while you still can."
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 5:19 pm
"Says the guy that drains people like a ********' leech on a regular basis, you s**t, " he snapped back - and really the prisoner shouldn't have been riling him up, but he was a tit for tat kind of guy, just how it worked. Really, Eurydike wondered if he should have felt worse about hitting a guy that was bound, but - it wasn't like the Negaverse hadn't even fought dirty with him. From draining to scars to Tolliver vanishing from Fritz's side, even a ******** molotov cocktail somewhere down the line, and he just didn't have it in him to feel all that terrible about it. Especially not when it was someone like this.
Eurydike reached down and grabbed a fistful of hair, coaxing the guy to look at him. "Listen here, Sandra Dee, " he snapped. "The one gettin' their just desserts here is you, you an' your ********' negaverse. We ain't doin' jack s**t that ain't been done to us, an' hey - you had your chance to answer like the good little b***h you are - "
Man it felt good to hit him again.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 10:40 am
Common logic dictated Sanidine play the good boy and just do whatever this guy wanted to avoid getting hurt. But Sanidine was in the heat of the moment, and he couldn't just give in, roll over, and show his belly. So while Eurydike was grabbing his hair and forcing him to look up at him, Sanidine spat in his face.
"Funny how you think you're the one to deliver justice to a guy you've never met. You feel all big and strong? Don't lie to me. You're not doing this for just desserts. You've got no idea who I am or what I do. You're doing this because it makes you feel good. So if you're gonna keep a guy tied up to a chair so you can wail on him, don’t pretend like you're doing it because I deserve it. You're doing it because you enjoy it."
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 11:10 pm
Eurydike's eyes narrowed further and further the more the guy rambled on, feeling the annoyance in his chest burn hot and hotter, furiously wiping his face with the back of his hand. Maybe because he was a little right - or a lot right - like that night when he'd pelted the negaverse officer in the face with the bottle - and all those times he'd been forced brutally into submission -
"What do you do in the negaverse? Who are your allies?"
His grip tightened.
"Five seconds to answer. Or you'll ********' see how much I 'enjoy' this."
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 11:46 pm
And there was the point where he either told the truth or lied. It's not like this guy would know the difference; there wasn’t much of a paper trail for what Sanidine was really up to. He didn't have a lot of allies. Which was good and bad. On one hand, if he said he had allies, maybe this guy would think twice and let him go. But that might just make Sanidine look bad and deeply involved. But if he had no allies, that meant there was no one looking for him. No one to rescue him.
…Ultimately, Sanidine decided he didn't know enough rock names to make up fake allies.
So he went with the mostly true answer.
He was grimacing when Eurydike's grip tightened, and even squirmed a bit. It was hard to pretend like this wasn't hurting. He didn't respond well to pain, but he wasn't going to cry.
Instead, he mostly just wanted to puke. It felt like he'd swallowed rocks and sandpaper, and he could taste the bitterness of being in this position. Finally, he spat, "I work alone, and I do what I want. Mostly I scare away the jerks in the back alleys. I've got more senshi friends than I do Negaverse. Youma keep going after my friend."
…Mostly because he sent them after his friend for kicks, but, hey. Who was gonna know?
"I don't know how to call 'em off. I don't even know what the hell the Negaverse wants. I don't even remember the last time I tried to drain energy."
It was last Tuesday, and it was a pretty blonde with a short skirt.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 10:18 pm
Whether or not this guy, this Sandra-dee, was giving him the truth or not was really up in the air - Eurydike wished they had some legit connections, like a cop or something. Someone with a lie detector. Wouldn't that be badass? Here sit here an' if you ******** up I'll rip off your nails or somethin'.
But no, nothing like that. Too bad salt wasn't any good for telling the truth. What it was even good for - no, he couldn't really complain. Maybe he'd never saved his own a** with it, but it'd done some good for other people. That was more important anyway.
"What senshi?" That seemed like a good angle to tackle first. Relevant. A traceable source of character. "Which senshi do you have connections to?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 10:59 pm
"Excuse me?" Sanidine snapped. "—What, so you can go grab them, tie 'em up and punish them for affiliating with me? No way. Nooo way. You haven't given me any reason to trust you, and I'm not gonna sell out anyone so you can put their head on the chopping block, too. I don't know your name, don't know where we are, and don't know what you want."
Sanidine drew in a breath and had to force himself to calm down.
There was no way he was getting out of here on his own, and this guy wasn't going to free him like this. So, he mustered up the best façade he could manage and put on his most exasperated, innocent face. "Seriously. You've got this all wrong. Yeah, okay—I mugged a guy, once. Okay? I was pretty drunk. And I have drained energy. But I don't know where it goes, so I stopped. The Negaverse is falling apart. I don't know if it was supposed to be some big, fancy thing or something. But it's not. I don't know anyone. I've been on my own. Seriously. And now, thanks to you, I've got a raging headache, so can we be done with this game, or can you get to the point? Or are you just some psycho out for blood?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 4:15 pm
Eurydike, somewhere down the line, released Sanidine to press fingers to the bridge of his nose, grinding his teeth together because really, call him bloodthirsty, whatever - he honestly wanted to ******** hit him again. "We don't ******** do that, " he snapped irritably, fixing him with a critical glare. Granted he wasn't about to get buddy buddy with people hanging out with the enemy for shits and giggles, but, "If you had friends here you should've said so first, you dumbass. These are people that can go 'hey this dude isn't a total tool you probably shouldn't punch him in the face'. That's why I'm asking, ********." Like he'd never had a single friend on the other end -
- well, okay, yeah, he'd had one. And Kerberos had purified.
The last part gave him pause though, curiosity winning out over annoyance and impatience. "Whaddya mean, 'falling apart'? - and you don't answer to anyone, then?" He let the psycho part slide, for now. This might actually be getting somewhere.
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