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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 11:43 pm
this rp continued from here: x--- Proustite teleported with Olga to the edge of the city and what looked like a wide-open park, but what was actually just a fancy golf resort blanketed in the dark. He twinkled at Olga, and waved his hand across the sky as though he could push the clouds out of the way of the moon with his power alone. Nothing happened. "Eh," he shrugged and released her, "it comes and goes." Behind them was a shed with large garage doors. He turned to examine them with his hands on his hips, and then walked around to the side entrance. It was locked. He busted it open with a powerful kick. Stepped inside, and vanished. Would Olga follow, or flee? Lucyal jsyk, if she runs he's going to chase her down in a golf car 8D
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 4:53 pm
Appearing on the edge of the city, Olga emitted the other half of a surprise squeal she had started when Proustite had grabbed her, and she was red like a tomato. She immediately went silent, eyes wide and her shoulders hunched as she glanced at him and then up at the sky. She waited that moment, her mind frantically trying to process what was happening exactly, when she was suddenly released and the man went into the shed. Hoooooooooly Cannoli. She could power up right now, couldn't she? She wasn't sure. Part of her thought she could, but part of her felt like she was still in his line of sight---still too close to him for it to be dangerous. And where was she? Olga looked around, grimacing, picking out silhouettes of flags and hills and sand traps in the dark. Could she run? She stared off. No. No she couldn't. Not when he could teleport. He said he wasn't going to drain her or anything bad...but could that be trusted? Olga grimaced more, making a small unhappy hum as she turned this way and that, but figured she still had her phone, and worst case scenario----she'd risk transforming. Maybe if she went along...he wouldn't...do anything... Maybe. Olga grimaced once more, and then turned towards the door. She stood in the frame, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the darkness. "Um...Jack?" She asked softly into the darkness, tentatively. wuthering gee I'M DYING FROM HOW AWESOME THIS IS
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 5:48 pm
"Thank you for not running away." Proustite spoke to her from the darkness. The moonlight outlined her profile in the doorway. From where he crouched, exmaining the battery of a golf car, Jack could see how brave she was. Peering into the unknown with a cat's curiosity. "I would have had to chase you, if you had." He was only half-serious. Pursuing Olga anywhere would have meant effort-- and he was not the sort of soldier inclined to hunt. Work smarter, not harder. That was the preferred ethos of planet Proustite. Population: one. He fished a pocket flashlight out from somewhere in his blazer. Turned it on, and came around to examine the dash of his golf car. "Aha! They left the keys. See?" He grinned at Olga. Turned the golf cart on. He gestured for her to get inside, but moved away to busy himself with the massive garage doors. They were electric, just like the golf cart. Proustite pressed the button the button that he believed would mean the key to their success. "Excellent," he said as the door started to grind upwards. A sliver of moonlight painted the cement at his feet. He turned back towards Olga, smile splitting his face in two. "Would you like to drive?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 6:31 pm
"Um...you're welcome?" She supposed maybe she should return with: thanks for not draining me dry or taking my star seed, but refrained. She could see once he whipped out the flash light, and blinked, admittedly curious. "...Oh." Olga hesitated for a moment before stepping into the garage, circling around until she was on the passenger's side before looking back at the Captain. "You...don't think they have cameras around here, do you?" She asked with concern, her expression worried, because she was a good girl. She didn't fancy getting busted for unauthorized entering and theft of a golf cart...but that possibility didn't stop her from sliding into the passenger seat of said golf cart. "Thanks but---no---you can drive---I'm along for the ride." She couldn't help but give a sheepish grin. Along for the ride in more ways than one. She was silent for a moment, not pausing in her contemplation of this odd situation she found herself in. "Say uh---Jack---how long have you been doing this, for? Not the golf cart hijacking---" She did laugh a bit at that. "I mean---being in the Negaverse?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2016 9:18 am
Her curiosity was flattering. It took a moment for his answer to come. Not because he did not want to give it, but because he had to pause and count the years that he had spent in the service of the Negaverse on his fingers. One. Two. Four. "Six. Six years." He said, sliding into the golf-cart beside her. The door was open now. The park outside illuminated by the stars and the moon. There was nowhere for them to go but forward. Proustite slung one arm across the back of their seat, behind Olga. He gripped the steering wheel with the other hand and dropped his foot on the gas. They whirred out of the garage. "Why?" he was grinning, looking at her instead of the world outside of them, cruising straight for a tree. "You interested in signing up?" The tree loomed closer in the dark. "It's a pretty good gig," he said, cranking suddenly on the wheel just moments before they were due to impact. The golf cart whipped sideways. The frame and awning rattled around their heads. "You'll have to take things from people, but most of us get over that after the first year. Not that I ever struggled with the moral implications of my work." He grinned sideways at her. "Don't worry about the cameras. You can tell them I threatened you at gunpoint if you didn't do everything I said. Maybe they'll haul me in for questioning." They were exiting the park, now. Cruising along a paved road, and moving deeper into the city again. "Maybe there will be a trial." He was smiling with his teeth. Fingers drawing along her shoulder, scooping out a little of her life. "Can you imagine? All that energy in one place, Sol." Proustite moved his arm so that he could show Olga what he'd taken from her. It glowed in the palm of his hand.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 8:12 am
Six years. That was, by far one of the longest times she ever heard of someone being magical, and it was for the Negaverse. Her expression was one of horrified awe, which was quickly turning just to terror as that tree loomed closer. " Jack---" Her voice hitched, but the cart careened to the side suddenly, and Olga let out an audible breath, slouching a bit in her seat from relief. "Um---no." She replied, pushing herself back up into her seat as she glanced around, and then back at him. "I don't want to take things from people." Her expression was wide eyed, and looking more and more distressed as he went along his line of thinking in regards to what he'd do with a room full of people. She then noticed he was siphoning some more energy from her. "Stop that, please!" She gasped, and made to grab for the orb, and in the midst of the action, couldn't help but blurt out a thought: "Is there anyone you care about?" A pause. "Aside from yourself." Because she had a feeling he'd be a smarty pants and answer with that.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2016 4:34 pm
Olga managed to seize the little orb of concentrated energy. Proustite did not even tease her by pulling his hand away so that she would have to reach for it again. It was hers in an instant, and he was grinning, about to speak, and then distracted by her question. "Sure there is," he said, as though she'd asked if he had a book that he preferred to other books. There was a twinkling in his eyes. "You say that like selfish people don't have feelings." He thought about what to tell her. Wasn't anymore affected by her curiosity than he was her fear. Sol was nice. Proustite did not think that he would hurt her, but what he felt was nothing so sympathetic as fondness. He was amused. "My sister has a little boy." Proustite took both hands off the wheel. Fished a crumpled piece of paper out of one of the pockets on the inside of his jacket. The golf cart cruised steadily down the wrong side of the road. There was no traffic up ahead. Proustite steadied their vehicle with his knee, and unfolded the paper to show Olga what Little Freddie had drawn for him. It was a picture, scrawled in limited colour by an artist who struggled to hold his crayons the proper way. "That's me." Jack indicated the stick-man in the red jacket, and then the little stick-boy beside him. They were holding hands. "And that's my nephew." His gaze returned to the orb in Olga's hands. "You know. If you really want that back you have to eat it." Do it. He dared her. With his eyes and his teeth. Do it now.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2016 5:23 pm
"It's not that---" She replied, staring, baffled at the orb in her hands. "It's if a sociopath has feelings---" Olga's attention was torn from the orb, which she still cradled, to the picture now. She noted that he seemed to carry it with him, and that gave her more of a shred of...hope?...for this agent. That apparently he did have someone he cared about. Not that she thought many in the Negaverse didn't---but Jack just had such a disregard for the lives of others--- "That's adorable." She uttered in earnest. "What's his name? Your nephew? How old is he?" Olga paused, her eyes going wide. She stared at Jack, then at the orb, and then back at Jack, and she felt a little nauseous. Certainly there was nothing wrong with consuming her own energy---and she knew it was her's, because she had seen him the entire time. Something about..doing what the Negaverse did though, even in the smallest action---it made her incredibly uneasy. So Olga decided in the spur of the moment, to toss the energy orb out of the golf cart. They were speeding (as fast as the golf cart could go, anyways) down the street, and it'd probably just roll away and be left up to the fates, right? She then looked back at Jack, and smiled sheepishly.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 5:14 pm
Ooooooh Sol was so uncorruptible. Jack was so seldom surprised by anyone that he did not recognize the sensation of shock that flickered inside of him when Olga tossed the orb of energy -her energy- out the side of the car. He stared at her, disbelieving. And intrigued. He folded the picture that Freddie had doodled for him, and returned it to the inner pocket of his coat. Eyes on the road again, finger tapping thoughtfully against the wheel, he chose not to answer any questions about his family. For Proustite personal safety sat at the epitome of importance. Just below that ranked the safety of his loved ones, and Freddie sat at the top of that list. "Do you think it's still cannibalism if you eat yourself?" A thoughtful pause. "Would it have been self-mutilation, to have tasted the orb? Or preservation?" He asked because he did not know. Watching Olga out of the corner of his eye, Jack considered, for the first time, the fact that she seemed to understand an awful lot about what he was and where he came from. She had confessed to being kidnapped, he supposed, but. Jack took his eyes off the road to look Olga square in the face. "Are you a sailor scout, Sol?" He pressed a hand to his breast, just above his heart. "I'm not sure they'll let us be friends if you are, you know."
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 7:50 pm
"Um---" She actually had to give that some thought. "I mean, the term replies to the eating of human flesh and organs but---" A pause. " Maybe?" She paused once more. "Maybe it wouldn't be self-mutilation, or preservation though, but just to return what was once---" She had a glass face. There was no hiding the panic the question brought, and the wide eye stare at him that almost seemed to make her eyes pop out of her head, and she knew it. So she did the next best thing she could, and that was to try and cover it up. "I'm not---I just--- know things." Which, was only partly a lie, and it wasn't like she could bother denying that part about knowing things. "I wish I was---it'd make for not getting kidnapped easier, yeah?" She laughed a bit anxiously. "I just---am really curious so---I pester all the other magical people with questions---and I get answers."
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2016 5:50 pm
Proustite mulled over Sol's explanation. Swished his response around in his mouth. She just knew things, did she? She was just just curious, was she? "I'm not sure that I believe you," he said, at least, though her explanation was plausible enough. It mattered little to him. Proustite liked sailor scouts. And their skirts. He was more concerned about being outsmarted. Would have been less inclined to let her live if he found out she was playing him. The possibility was almost enough to make him reconsider hurting her. Almost. A pair of lights blinked up ahead. There was a car on the road, headed towards them. Proustite did not turn the wheel of the golf-cart. He and Olga cruised forwards. "Sounds like you make a real pest of yourself." The car honked. Proustite did not flinch. "Asking all those questions."
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2016 7:10 pm
The little hairs on the back of her neck stood on end---both from his words, and the lights heading their way. Olga's fingers tightly clutched the arm rest to her right, and then the other digits promptly dug themselves into Proustite's arm that was closest to her. He had done something like this before, so part of her felt like...they'd just swerve again... right? On the other hand, he was powered, and she wasn't---so, if he didn't this time, then--- Well then. Olga pancake or Olga meatloaf. That was all. "Rather be a pest than a sheep---besides, I get to meet interesting people, like you--- Life's so exciting!" She replied, high pitched, sucking in breath as her eyes widened at the oncoming car and she tensed.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 5:32 pm
Proustite did not swerve. His arms were relaxed, hands confident on the wheel. The car on the road blared it's horn. Proustite did not flinch. His heart quickened more over the high-pitched quality of Sol's voice. He liked that she was frightened more than he was concerned about dying. They were moments away from impact. "Five." Jack turned to look Sol in the eye. "Four, three- There was the sound of tires squealing, and a woman's scream. A flash of red. The car cranked itself into the passing lane. Whizzed by them like a rocket. Proustite snapped his fingers when it was gone and then slapped the top of his thigh. "We got lucky that time, Sol."
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 7:46 pm
Her heart was in her throat. Wait, no. It was somewhere else. Obviously it was still there, because she needed it to live, but at the same time, she couldn't feel it. Olga's eyes were comically wide, and her pale skin had gone a sickly white was she sat there, slumped like a crumpled daddy long legs spider in the seat next to the Captain. That was terrifying. She didn't even see her life flash before her eyes---just imminent death if the car hadn't moved. Olga stared at nothing for a long moment, staying slumped in her seat, and didn't immediately reply to Jack's words. Actually, it took a few minutes for her to process them and to be released from her shocked and terrified stupor. She slowly blinked, and then sucked in a deep breath like she had just surfaced from spending a long time underwater. Olga snapped back up into a proper sitting position, and her hand continued to clutch hard into the fabric of his jacket. " That wasn't luck---" She wheezed. "That was a choice you made and an action you had complete control over---" She sucked in some more air. "What's up, Jack? Figured you'd touch my life in other ways, tonight?" She let go of his arm, and then dug her palm into her chest, massaging the heart that suddenly seemed to reappear and thump thunderously against her chest. "Please stop. My hair would be white if it wasn't already after that stunt."
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2016 3:19 pm
Sol was right. He did have control over the direction of the golf cart. " You got lucky then," he amended companionably, as though she'd helped him understand the difference between a baked potato and yam fries. "If I'd died it would have been suicide. If you died it would have been murder." The lights on the golfcart flickered, and the vehicle started to slow. "Oh," Proustite said, "The battery's going." Could he use Sol to recharge it? Proustite stared hard at her chest- at the place where she rubbed, knowing that her starseed lingered underneath. I could hook her up to the golf-cart with a jumper cable, maybe. I don't think it'd work. But it'd be fun to try.They coasted to a stop. Proustite turned off the lights. What's up, Jack? Figured you'd touch my life in other ways, tonight?'He smiled. "Have you ever hitch-hiked before, Sol?"
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