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 Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 8:24 pm
He was eating another starseed.
They were a regular part of his diet now, when he could scrape them from the hollowed out spaces in people's chests. Wolfeite liked the burn of them, the flash of power that settled in his veins, the heat of the energy searing through him.
There were crashes, of course, and cravings. He cared little for these; they would only be temporary, and soon he'd consume enough to surpass all of the trivialities of such things. All Wolfeite had to do was continue on the path he'd set for himself.
He'd get there.
He'd get everything.
He stood now in the shadows of a building - some sort of broken down, shattered planetarium, he supposed, though it was long abandoned. Wolfeite eased his way down an aisle that was nestled between rows of cracked and broken seats, letting his gloved fingers run carelessly along the arms of them.
In his other hand, he held a starseed, ripped a few minutes earlier from a wastrel he'd found outside. Wolfeite weighed it in his palm, let it sit there, and then climbed onto the platform at the front that still held the scope with all the star lenses to project upwards.
It was long broken, but Wolfeite liked the quiet darkness of the place.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 9:19 pm
Labyrinthite had been watching Wolfeite for a while, keeping to the shadows and shifting between powered and depowered seamlessly. He had others keep tabs on him too, utilizing the airy, easy-going lieutenant Marcasite when he could. She had, after all, pointed him in Archer Wren's direction in the first place.
He saw no problem in exploiting her as a spy, especially when she was so nonchalant about it.
As long as it doesn't conflict with what Boss Lady wants, you got it, Marce had told him, pale brow arched when she agreed to his terms. General Xenotime comes first, no offense but she's my lady.
That had been fine with him, it was like how he expected his pack to defer to his leadership first before even considering listening to another general if he was there. His authority was first and foremost among them, he respected that Xenotime was the foremost authority for the silver-haired woman.
The recon he'd gather and had delivered to him was startling. Wolfeite was increasingly reckless, as Labyrinthite had feared. His body count was unnecessary and high, with numerous civilian deaths linked back to him.
Labyrinthite had been following him as Chase, so that his energy signal would not give him away. He couldn't locate Silk for this and besides, if discipline was going to be delivered then, it was better if the cat wasn't around. This was to be between Labyrinithte and Wolfeite.
The lieutenant had to be reminded that there were consequences and that he couldn't do as he pleased, no matter what he thought.
When the starseed slipped past the brunet's lips, chaos washed over Chase and Labyrinthite's order flooded the area, practically encompassing the entire building.
"Consume too many of those and you'll damage your starseed, of course," the general paused, striding towards the other man with eyes narrowed into slits and a set jaw. "It doesn't seem like you care from your body count." There was a warning lining his voice but otherwise he was restrained, holding back as whiskey-eyes drifted across that red and black uniform.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2016 7:42 pm
Labyrinthite had concealed himself well; Wolfeite had not noticed the General's power signature until it blazed into existence right in front of him, cascading through the stale air that had collected in the planetarium since it had been abandoned.
He said nothing, did nothing. In fact, Wolfeite hardly reacted at all, save for a dark, raised eyebrow, his chin lifting a little as he surveyed the man before him. The starseed was still pressed to his lips, the kerchief pushed down around his neck so that he could devour it properly.
"A small side effect," said Wolfeite lightly, and pushed it the rest of the way into his mouth, crunching down. The heat of it slid down his throat, almost scorching, but he felt the familiar sweep of energy, of adrenaline, of power; a heady rush through his veins.
Wolfeite lowered his gloved hands and twined them together against the small of his back, giving a little shrug as he began to pace leisurely around the platform. The telescope's lens was shattered, but it was still massive, and Wolfeite ran gloved fingers along the side of its broken barrel.
"Isn't that the point of it all?" he asked. "Gaining energy and starseeds?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2016 8:21 am
Wolfeite answered as Labyrinthite had expected and it resulted in his jaw setting tightly, ticking as he stepped forward and exhaled slowly. Controlling the flare of rage that spike through him was more difficult than he anticipated but he quelled it easily, no outward signs of the fact that the general wanted to backhand his lieutenant.
"If you think that's only a side effect then you are a fool," he said coolly, underlying threat and danger in his tone. "Starseed addiction is not something trifled with lieutenant." He'd seen the effect it had on a person, the way it lead them to ruins if it didn't destroy them first.
Obsidian was a prime example of that. He'd become a shell of a man then - he'd gone wayward and disappeared. A shame for a general so formidable.
"I doubt you even realize the true consequences from consuming them the way you are." Turning into a youma was most likely, a drug addict with no hope for recovery was also another. While Labyrinthite was often inclined to shatter the starseeds of order and make them nothing more than a mindless slave - he didn't want that for Wolfeite.
The brunet was his first recruit, he had such potential and it was being wasted.
"You need to stop." He ordered, bright eyes following the other man as he moved and Labyrinthite left enough space between them that, if it came down to it, he could strike quick and efficient with his scythe.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2016 1:31 pm
He liked standing here, on this platform in the rickety, broken down planetarium. Wolfeite felt a certain sense of smug satisfaction, his dark eyes sweeping across the dilapidated seats and the cracked ceiling before they landed on Labyrinthite again.
He did not appreciate being called a fool. Pathetic, petty insults were one thing, but degrading his intelligence was by far another that sent a ripple of irritation down Wolfeite's spine. He reigned it in, bit back the retort that lingered on the tip of his tongue.
"I know," he said coolly, "what I'm doing, General."
And he did, because he always knew. He was always in control of his surroundings, and this was no exception. The starseeds were a means to an end, a way to get what it was that he wanted, what he deserved. He would get over the consequences easily enough, that was for certain.
Labyrinthite was merely a stepping stone as well.
The general was keeping from his space, an inch or so above Wolfeite in height. He raised an eyebrow, feeling the push of power from his energy signature crowding his own, and slowed his steps until he stopped, so that the two of them were facing each other across the platform.
A laugh rang out, harsh, cold. Wolfeite's eyes were glittering maliciously as he looked at Labyrinthite, his body tensed with the sweep of adrenaline that coursed through it.
"Oh, my dear General," said Wolfeite airily, and the grin twisted his features, contorted his face.
"Make me."
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2016 2:21 pm
In the days that Labyrinthite had known Wolfeite - Archer - he had begun to expect that it would come to this. That the man's erratic behavior, his clear disrespect for the rules and the organization had increased. He'd played the part of the concerned superior and he'd almost punished another for insubordination but this - this was new. Never before had it been one of his own and the general had always thought himself to be a good judge of character.
His instincts had tingled when he'd decided to approach the brunet with his offer, but they hadn't told him no.
Perhaps it was time to break the disobedience out of Wolfeite.
"I'm afraid you don't know anything lieutenant." He countered, whiskey eyes darkening when they narrowed. In part it was his fault, he hadn't controlled or made the man aware of the dangers of starseed consumption or what it truly meant to be a soldier in the Negaverse.
But Wolfeite would learn, even if Labyrinthite had to break him to teach him that.
"Fine," he said, the underlying threat and danger evident in the clipped tone. It occurred to him that he could easily summon his weapon and strike but this - this punishment he wanted to deal with his own hands. Labyrinthite was deadly with and without his weapon and he had no qualms about putting the other man in his place.
He shifted, then disappeared from Wolfeite's line of view only to appear directly behind him, the gloved hand wrapping around his neck, curling the handkerchief in his fist when he yanked back and threw the lieutenant into the nearest wall with all of his strength. It was easy, simple, like throwing a ragdoll about. He followed the flying body with a dash, coming to loom over the fallen body with a cruel grin.
"This lesson will be your most painful," he snarled, driving the heel of his foot into Wolfeite's chest.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2016 2:57 pm
He would give the man credit; Labyrinthite was a powerful, formidable opponent. He'd been around for years, and the knowledge and abilities he held from ages of honing them would be quite useful to Wolfeite for his own personal reasons. He'd had no intent of tossing the general away until he had exhausted his options; Labyrinthite was nothing more than the means to an end.
Something flashed across Wolfeite's eyes at the comment; they narrowed, an expression of irritation brief in his gaze.
"If you think me unintelligent and unaware of my own course of action, then you are quite mistaken, General," he said coolly, but the twisted grin was still on his face, mirthless and too sharp. The thrum of power was heady in his veins, the rush of adrenaline that preceded some sort of action giving him an intoxicating sensation of strength. "How very ignorant of you."
Labyrinthite's voice was like ice. It only made Wolfeite's grin widen, only made the desire to fight stronger. He had a second in which the general blinked out of sight, and then a fist was closing around his neck cloth, and without warning, he found himself being thrown backwards, slamming with the wall in a spectacular crash that shook the entire building.
Pain exploded in his head, in his body. Wolfeite crumpled to the ground, letting out a ferocious snarl of anger and agony. Plaster rained down around him, dust filtering out into the dimly lit air, and Labyrinthite's foot crushed down onto his chest, making him shout out a hoarse curse. His head was ringing, shards of the wall cutting into his back and shoulders, but he couldn't think about that.
"Like hell it is, General," Wolfeite rasped, his tone mocking, and his hands seized around Labyrinthite's ankle as he tried to shove him off. "you and your pathetic lessons can bite me."
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 9:11 am
Wolfeite did not know just how dangerous, capable his general was, but Labyrinthite had every intention of showing him.
He preferred to resort to these sorts of displays of strength to his battles against the forces of Order but it was clear that his lieutenant would not learn or listen if he did not. Unlike fighting those of the White Moon, the man took no pleasure in this. He understood that the rigid structure of the negaverse, the military that he belong to, called for such measures as this but - Wolfeite was one of his, or at least was supposed to be his. Perhaps it had been his own foolishness when he had expected better of those that fell beneath his authority.
Then again, perhaps his standards were too high.
(Tourmaline was proving to be a shining example of a lieutenant and even Aluminite, with all his reservations, was a better lieutenant than Wolfeite, but Labyrinthite tried not to dwell on it.)
"Your arrogance will be your downfall," he snarled, the points of his canines visible in the dim-lighting with the vicious curl of his lips. Disgust and disappointment lined his voice even as he shook his head at the man beneath his heel. "You think you know everything, that you know what you are doing and that is what makes you weak and foolish." The man that could not accept that his knowledge was flawed or that he was not as in control as he thought was a man that would always fall sooner or later, in the general's opinion.
His foot did not move, despite Wolfeite's attempts and Labyrinthite leaned forward, usually bright eyes dark with underlying fury. "That can be arranged," he sneered, flashing his teeth as he shifted, feet on other side of the other man's hips, then he bent, gripped the front of that black and red uniform to haul Wolfeite to his feet, suspending him in the air for a moment. "But perhaps later, when you learn to heel."
He dropped the lieutenant, slid forward and slammed his palm into Wolfeite's chest, hard.
"You were a mistake," Labyrinthite spat, striding towards the man he'd thrown back. "You do not deserve what you've been given if you cannot learn your place."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 1:17 pm
A means to an end.
Labyrinthite was nothing, nothing more than that. An overly arrogant, ridiculous general who had so far proved himself to be less useful than Wolfeite had originally thought. He wanted - and fully intended - to surpass the man, because that was the only natural course of action, and he was entirely capable of doing so.
He just needed to get what he wanted, and he was going to do exactly that.
Labyrinthite's foot was pressing down on his chest, Wolfeite's attempts at pushing it off somewhat fruitless. His eyes were dark with rage, his twisted smile shifting to something more feral, less like the controlled lieutenant facade he held onto most days.
"I do know everything," Wolfeite snarled. "More than your childish attempts at pretending to be in charge, after all."
He had a moment when the General shifted to push up, but hands were dragging him vertical before he could do it on his own. His feet lifted off the ground - a galling gesture that had him almost spitting with fury, Wolfeite's eyes gleaming in the shadows.
He opened his mouth, but the words were lost as Labyrinthite's hand slammed into his chest. Wolfeite careened backwards, crashing into the wall, and more plaster rained down, cracking and dusting onto the floor, debris around his feet. A line of scarlet blood trailed from Wolfeite's temple down his cheek and dripped from his jaw as he raised his head.
A mistake.
A howl of the most guttural rage escaped Wolfeite's throat. He lunged forward, a little dizzy on his feet, and his hands were reaching for Labyrinthite's neck, grappling and pushing to wrap gloved fingers around it, a snapping snarl hissed through his teeth.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2016 8:29 pm
"Only the foolish think that they know everything," Labyrinthite replied lowly, looking at Wolfeite as though he couldn't be more ashamed of him. "Your defiance only further proves your unworthiness." Especially the jabs and jeers that were only serving to tell the general that his war pup was not at all what he'd expected.
Pity.
"You think yourself so capable, so much better than I, fine. Prove it," he snarled letting his powered form melt away so that Chase stood across from with a hardened look on his face. It was a dangerous gamble, potentially, though the older man was confident in his abilities to handle a meager lieutenant as a simple human rather than the season war-veteran he was as Labyrinthite.
Chase had chosen this for two reasons, to prove his superiority to the foolish brat and to add insult to injury.
Amber eyes drifted across the blood that trailed down Wolfeite's temple and he shook his head as though he was disappointed in small trickle. He'd been holding back and it would have been too easy to reach his hand into his lieutenant's chest and crush the starseed but -
The general wanted to teach a lesson and he wanted it to hurt. If he could do it as Chase instead of Labyrinthite, then it would drive the nail in harder. It was time that he showed the dog how outmatched he was.
The gruttural cry did little to unnerve Chase as he let Wolfeite run at him, reach for his neck. The only change in his expression was the quirk of his lips into a smirk as quick hands grabbed wrists and he turned, ducking and shifting to twist both arms behind his opponent's back in a painful manner. One heel sliding in front of the pup's feet in an attempt to knock him to his knees. "You lack finesse. You can't beat me." His tone made it clear that the general would never let Wolfeite surpass him.
"You're pathetic."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 9:39 am
The anger swept through him like a virus, contaminating his veins, searing hotly through his entire body. Wolfeite stared with utter contempt as Labyrinthite dissipated into Chase, nothing more than his civilian form, and the sheer gall of it made his stomach twist with loathing.
"You son of a b***h," Wolfeite sneered. "You think you're so clever and so powerful, don't you? You think you know better than the rest of us, just your puppets to do your bidding because you're too lazy to do any of it yourself. You call me pathetic?"
He gave a short, sharp bark of laughter.
"What a joke."
His lunge was combated, too easily, too simply. Chase twisted his arms behind his back, and Wolfeite gave a snarl of annoyance, dragging one of his wrists free, though somewhat painfully, the shifting of his arm into an unnatural position sending pain ricocheting through his veins. At Chase's kick, Wolfeite fell hard to his knees, but shifted, sweeping a leg out to try and knock the other man off of his ******** b*****d."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 6:58 pm
"I'm afraid that you're projecting Wolfeite," Chase said calmly as he pushed the man's arm up, making the position even more painful and uncomfortable than before despite losing one of the man's hands. It was no matter, Chase's position behind the agent left him with all of the advantages, especially when he fell to his knees. "I have never express contempt for you the way you seem to for me." There was a shake of his head as he leaned forward, easily stepping out of the lashing foot's range before his own slammed hard into the offending limb and forced Wolfeite's legs further apart.
"I care for my own," Chase stated with conviction. He was a good general to those that fell beneath him, because he only picked those he found kindred spirits in, those that he wished to prosper and flourish. "I'd had high hopes for you and yet - you do nothing but disappoint." A tragedy really with the man's efficiency on the battlefield. There had been so much that Labyrinthite could have taught him and now -
Now he was forced to deliver a lesson, a punishment, that could have been avoided.
"You think yourself so clever, that I wouldn't see right through your attempts at feigning loyalty when you brought me that senshi. You were wrong," Chase snarled, emphasizing this as he pushed down on the twisted limb, force Wolfeite's face to press against the concrete while the ball of the foot between his legs pressed hard against the inner thigh. "You're smart, you had potential and yet - do not forget that we are a military organization lieutenant and that I will always be here to remind you of your place." Chase had leaned in, breath against Wolfeite's ear to emphasize this before he reached with free hand and grasped at the other man's jaw.
"You're all brutality and lack finesse. You think that you're in control and you crave it but that is exactly why you lack it. It's all thinly veiled pup."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 7:36 pm
It was maddening. Infuriating. Wolfeite felt the burn of mingled fury and humiliation beginning to seep into his veins, and he hated it, hated the fact that he was susceptible to such a useless emotion at all; that he was even capable of feeling a degrading thing such as humiliation.
But he felt it now, like acid in his throat, crouched with his arm pinned painfully behind his back and his legs bent painfully on the cracked floor of the observatory, face now cold against the debris. Chase's savage kick had sent ricochets of pain through him, galling him, and now he was in a terrible, uncomfortable, unnatural position, body twisted on the ground.
This entire thing - the fact that he had powered down to fight, the taunting, dismissive words, the blood that was seeping thicker down the side of Wolfeite's face - all of it made him shake with an anger so strong it was almost palpable in the tense air.
He felt the ebb of the starseed he had swallowed in his throat, felt the adrenaline coursing through him; and there were fingers on his jaw now, dragging his face up. Wolfeite's eyes were burning with contempt and loathing - and something else as well, a flush of fury on his cheeks, his breathing labored.
"And what," he all but spat, struggling to maintain the control that was rapidly - and all too obviously, though he tried to shift, tried to get himself free, though it was useless - diminishing, "pray tell, is my place, my dear general?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 8:13 pm
Wolfeite struggled and yet, Chase hardly moved with his unyielding grip. He could tell that the younger man was still too caught up in viewing everything as insults and digs to take much from it. He was a man fueled by rage and a desperate desire to control and frankly, Chase pitied him.
He'd been there once and it'd cost him his father. If he'd stayed there, it would have likely cost him his mother.
The problem with Wolfeite was that his general wasn't sure how to teach him such lessons when he had no one he was attached to. When he was more concerned with appearing to be an alpha when he was, and likely would always be, more of a beta. "You are at the bottom of the food chain," he hissed finally after silence stretched over both of them like a thick blanket. "You have not earned the respect or things you think you deserved, that you believe you are owed. At the rate you are moving you are no better than the youma and if you continue your reckless consumption of those starseeds you think power you, give you an advantage, then you will soon join them."
No one ever addressed the fact that overloading your starseed would shatter it.
"You will learn to submit or I will make you." Just like he had then, even if the other man's spirit was still to strong. "I still outmatch you while you're on your starseed high and I'm not even powered." Suddenly Chase released Wolfeite's arm and kicked him hard in the back with his heel. "There will always be someone who is stronger, better, than you. If you think otherwise, then you will find an early death."
If the lieutenant had been with any of the General-Sovereigns, it was likely that they would not be as kind to him as his general was being. "You think that we're just a means to an end and you forget how fragile you really are."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2016 8:32 pm
His head was dizzy with a mixture of rage and adrenaline; Wolfeite could hardly see past the red haze of fury, past the utter degradation of the state he was in, crushed onto the floor by a mere civilian. All of the starseeds he'd consumed in an effort to be more powerful; all of the energy he'd siphoned off from unsuspecting victims, and here he was, lying on the floor of the planetarium as though he was nothing more than an insect beneath Chase's foot.
"I am owed them," Wolfeite hissed through gritted teeth. "This world is mine to take from as I please"
You will learn to submit or I will make you.
A frisson ran through him, a pulse of something hot and fierce and angry; Wolfeite felt Chase's foot against him and there was a nasty crunching sound as he landed hard on a pile of debris, boards snapping and dust exploding into the air. He'd cut himself on something; there was blood on his side now, pain shivering up through his side, and Wolfeite propped himself up on gloved hands, staring at Chase with his chest still heaving.
You will learn to submit or I will make you.
The humiliated flush, tinged with something else entirely, was still on his face.
"You really," Wolfeite spat through gritted teeth, and he remained where he was, unmoving and still, because he could not shift, not now, not when - "love to hear yourself talk, don't you dear general? You certainly love to run your mouth, though what you have to say has little importance."
He gave a hiss, but still stayed on the ground, every inch of him tense and rigid, his eyes dark in the shadows of the building.
"How little you must think of yourself if you're reduced to such tactics," Wolfeite breathed softly.
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