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 Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 12:14 am
Leucite, as a rule, tended to rotate his hunting grounds every few weeks. Once the dealers started to get nervous and edgy, they tended to get a bit happy with their trigger fingers. Having already dealt with one gunshot wound, Leucite was not in the market for another. He had moved closer downtown, in the hopes of finding some new prey to begin his process of picking and choosing who’s soul to take. Alas, it was a quiet night. If any deals were going down, it was not in any of the alleys that he had been casing.
The captain took a moment to rest against the lip of one of the buildings he had chosen for his perch, and leaning back against the AC unit that abutted the lip he looked out at the city. “Heh, wonder what Stibnite is up to tonight... “ He muttered to himself, lost in absent thought. Fingers moved to stroke the rough angular stones of his Rift Crystal Rosary as he hummed quietly to himself.
“Eh, she’s earned a break… Besides I can just ask her out to dinner or something tomorrow…” He said to himself with a small chuckle. He needed… something… else tonight was going to be a huge bust.
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Since his time began in the Negaverse, Raspite had never truly felt like one of them. He always had something, he did not know what, weighing on him that made him feel a little lesser than those that surrounded him.
He moved now, through the shadows, making his way from street to back alley, trying to find something to occupy his time. He was not like the others, actively searching for those to drain, in fact, the act of draining any was certainly not one he favored. Choosey, that was one word the would describe him, and he was certainly that when it came to the energy he took.
Though as he passed by shop windows and brightly lit homes he was reminded once again of the time of years. Valentine’s day. Just the idea of it made him sick. The way the world had taken love and twisted it to make money. It was disgusting. He gave a visible shiver and shook his head, moving through a dark lit alley, only to notice a couple not far off near and arch light.
“Great, lovely. Not only do I have to deal with a loathsome holiday looming in, but PDA to boot.” He rolled his eyes and leaned against the nearby wall, watching, listening to that pair as they talked about their plans for that horrid day.
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The captain was aware of the other chaos power signature when it came into range and was quickly on his feet. Moving along the tops of the building, he dropped down nearby, and walked of the rest of the way through the alley. Placing his hand on the Lieutenant’s shoulder he grinned. “Hunting are we?”
Standing at 6’2” and 210lbs, Leucite had a bad habit of being a bit on the imposing side. But as it was, he greeted the Lieutenant with a smile, and a gentle nod of the head. “Though, you really shouldn’t be rolling solo. It’s dangerous out here.”
If the Lieutenant got caught out by a Super senshi, or a Squire? That could have been bad.
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The young lieutenant blinked as he felt the other come up behind him, he actually tensing as he felt that hand on his shoulder. He drew back, his eyes narrowed for a moment before he gave a gentle nod. “I don’t worry so very much about being seen. They are not normally the ones to attack first and talk later, I leave that for my superiors.” He smirked rather darkly, his green eyes shining. He knew far too well how others in the negaverse worked, and honor was certainly not one of their strong points.
He watched the couple turn to the sound of their voices, he nodding in their direction as indication that he had seen them. He pushed off the wall, walking down the alley toward the pair. He ever careful and watchful of the man behind him. “Forgive me for my noise, I did not mean to break up such a lovely conversation...though I find it appauling that you both would be so giddy over a chocolate lovers holiday…” He smirked, making a soft tsking sound.
“Don’t you find her far more lovely that just one days worth of affection?” He moved over to the woman, his hand resting on her shoulder, he subtely drawing energy as he grinned at the man with her.
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The words cut Leucite deeply. In the sense that they were a verbal slap in the face to him and every other member of the Negaverse. This jaded cynicism he had seen in others, it actually hurt him deeply. Leucite had always seen the Negaverse as a team - a unit - a family. Seeing one of those members of that family in pain, and unhappy with their role in the righteous mission of the Negaverse made Leucite’s heart ache. Normally, he was not one to allow for insubordination, as the Lieutenant’s tone and expression had suggested, beyond the words that he had used.
Instead, Leucite said nothing, and allowed Raspite to walk out into the street proper. He listened for a moment, knowing that sooner or later the man would get disgruntled with Raspite touching his woman. So instead, Leucite maneuvered his way out of the alley, and quickly draped his arm over the man’s shoulder.
“Forgive my associate,” Leucite began. “This time of year gets his hackles up, he’s a bit on the jaded side you see… Nothing wrong with that of course…” He patted the man on the back, before moving his hand to hold him in place for a moment to prevent him from moving forward, drawing energy but not enough to form a proper orb from it. “You know what, it’s getting late…” He pulled his hand from the man, and reached into his jacket, pulling out a large wad of bills and handing the man three 50 dollar bills from the stack. “Why don’t you take this fine young lady somewhere nice, and turn in early hmmm?”
Patting the man on the back, he moved over to Raspite, and draped his arm over the Lieutenant's shoulder, attempting to guide him toward the Alley once more. “Ya’ll have a good night, hmmm?”
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Raspite was more than startled as the man came up and started to play his game. He glared at Leucite and slowly slid his hand down the woman’s back, and off her body before he was taken away by his superior. He gave the couple a nod, he growling a bit under his breath as he was drawn into the alley once more. “Please do tell me that you do not intentionally ruin new recruit’s hunts on a regular basis…?” He dusted off the front of his coat, adjusting it just a bit and looking the other man firmly in the eye.
“I have my ways, and I would sooner see to them as I see fit. I do think it my right, unless my acting superior sees it as otherwise.” He crossed his arms under his chest and watched the other closely. He was one of high morals, and he knew that there were so many in his world that did not hold those same morals true.
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Once they were safely back in the cover of the Alley, Leucite straightened up to his full height, and turned so he could meet the other man’s gaze squarely. He cleared his throat and listened to the other man’s words for a moment, before he finally responded.
“No, normally I do not, however, however, what you did was ballsy at best - stupid at worst.” He said, raising a hand to prevent the other from interrupting.
“One, what were you going to do once you gathered up enough energy from the woman to have her pass out… NEVER, never go after a group alone, not even a pair of people. You don’t know how the other person is going to react, that can get you hurt - or worse - killed. I’m not gonna have someone die on my watch.”
“Two, I can see that you have some grievances, which tells me either A) You’re a conscript, or B) Someone has gone and pissed you the ******** off. We’re a team here. There are better prey than civilians. I can attest to that.” Again he pulled the wad of money out of his jacket, and held it out to Raspite.
“Take it, it’s yours.” He said, “There’s probably about… 5, 600$ left.”
Watching the man, he finally continued. “Also, you’re lucky it was me that found you and not another captain, or god forbid a general - you’d be gagging on your own teeth now at best. What has you so pissed off?”
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He could not help but chuckle as the other backwardly complimented his actions. Ballsy was not an insult to say the very least, and he knew his methods were anything but normal. He shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant way of dismissing the whole idea of him being in danger. He had played this game before, he had known the ending.
“The trick is to take bit by bit..not the whole, but a bite at a time. Take from the woman, take from the man. Let them grow tired and then be on their way.” He shook his head, waving one hand in the air and sighing. “It takes more time, but it leaves less questions than simply having a passed out couple laying in the street. such things draw attention we do not need”
He did not know what to think as the other seemed to peg him as pissed off. He was certainly not that, but if anything he was disheartened by the fact that so many were more blindly lead that using their heads in the pursuit of energy for their cause. Taking back the earth as theirs did not mean they needed to leave it a wasteland void of humans that were simply the unfortunate by products of a pointless war.
“I cannot help but think that though a team we may be, it is one that is lead in a way that we simply chase our own death. That we gather energy to feed a beast that has no real intention of leaving us with anything.”
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“Your technique is woefully inefficient. It’s not about drawing attention… It’s about picking the right targets. While, yes, some of our numbers seem to be a bit overzealous in their activity, the key is to strike the right balance so we can complete our righteous mission.” Leucite said, nodding his head in Raspite’s direction.
“I target drug dealers and other criminals - those the law cannot, or will not, touch.” He continued, motioning to the money he held out to Raspite - still offering him to take it. “I keep the streets clean of their filth, and in return, the world is better for it. We are the protectors of this planet, and as such, it is our imperative to protect the greater good as well. I try to avoid pulling energy from civilians when we can - but, as with all protectorates, sometimes you have to pay your tax.”
Give to Caesar what is Caesar's.
“We do not march into our own death, but the protection of this planet from the interlopers who would once again see a tyranny instituted upon the people of earth. I fight, so that others may be free. Free to live their lives blissfully unaware that there is a war going on. Free to be productive members of society. I serve Metalia, the living saint, with all my power, because I know that her will will bring about a better world.”
“That is why I stopped you tonight. Why I ask what grievances you may have. I do not want to see one of our own fall from this righteous path of ours. The White Moon preaches lies, and temptations - blinded to the true righteous mission, the greater good that we serve.”
He bowed his head to the other man once again. “You are my brother in arms, and I would not see you fall.”
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The young man listened to the other, looking at the wad of cash in his hand even as he held it out to him. He placed his hand on it, closing his fingers around the mass of it before drawing it into his hand fully. “Drug money? Taken from those that you played god with to get?” Or was it the fact that they had done wrong that gave you all the more reason to take the money and put it to good use?” He stashed the cash in the pocket of his coat. If nothing else he would be set for some time on food.
He was still having a time finding a job outside of the negaverse, and hell, what was he qualified for anyway? He was good at sneaking about, good at being smart and such, but he really did not have a skill set.
He pushed abit of his hair from his eyes, listening to the other man’s preaching, he chuckling lightly as he spoke of their formless leader as a saint. “I hold in my heart the same thing you do. We are the protectors of this earth, and keeping it clean, though noble, is only one of the many things we can do to regain her”
He sighed and thought back on the encounter he had had with the senshi and page not all the long ago. They had had a chance to take him out. They had had a chance to kill him and yet they did not. They spoke, talked before he took his leave of them. It had been one of the more surreal moments thus far.
“I do not say that your actions are in any way wrong, though I do not believe that drawing life from the earth will do her any good. A life is a life, though horrible it may be, and it is not our place to play god with those the live here. Unless we too would play god with those among us that have committed the same crime.”
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Leucite let out an audible sigh. Of course, the playing god argument. Though, he was glad the other man had taken the money, if he could help others in the Negaverse, then help them he would. “If I had it my way - yes, I would punish those of our organization that violate the law.” He said. “But where do you think our power comes from? Not even the senshi with all their magic are able to remove the soul of another living being. That power is our purview alone. Are we not then the chosen reapers?”
He motioned around them. “This city cries out for help, and I am loathe to let her suffer. Your view is noble, but naive. Taking life is natural. We kill to survive just as any other animal would. I will not deny that I take joy in my job, in doing it well, but I do it because it is the right thing to do. Do not think that I am heartless. I do not make orphans. Those few dealers that I have met, purveying their filth to the youth that have children and no mother or father… I have let walk away.”
“Trust me when I say, that if I play god it is only because God has granted me the power to do so. I do not know if you are religious... “ He would have said the Lieutenant’s name but realized he did not have it. “... but I have felt the touch of God upon me and know that what we do is right…” He reached down, lifting his rosary so that the Lieutenant could see it. “Once, I agonized over the death that I wrought upon this world. It consumed me, threatened to eat me alive. I reached out to God and he showed me the true path, and that path is through the living saint.”
He lowered the rosary then with a sigh. “What is your name? Mine is Leucite, Captain Leucite. If you wish to speak to me off duty, I will give you that name as well…”
He did not want to see this one fall.
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“Chosen by God to be his reapers? Truly you cannot think…?” He shook his head and took a deep breath. The subject of God was one that he would sooner leave off the table. God had never done anything for him, and he sure as hell was not going to be a messenger for God. He smirked and gave the other the full of his eyes before placing a hand on his shoulder. “God has given me nothing but pain in my life. Taken everything that was good and shoved me in the deepest depths of hell for my entire childhood. I do not think that I would do well to do the work of God, if that is what we are doing in your mind.”
He let his hand fall away, he leaning hard on the wall behind him as he closed his eyes to breath around the memories that flooded him. “I prefer to remain naive, protect those that deserve our protection, and take a small bit of what we are owed for the protection we give. Our powers, if given us by god, or some disembodied chaos that you call a saint, I think...should be used to keep Earth safe. After all, is not our fight to regain what was ours? To take it back from those the say they now protect it?”
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After the Lieutenant spoke, Leucite placed his hand on his shoulder. “I don’t know your past, or your life. I can’t attest to how God chooses to do as he does. But know that I am sorry, for any trials and pain you suffered in your youth.” He said, keeping his voice low and gentle. “But I agree, that we should be doing everything in our power to take back this planet as our own.”
With that, he removed his hand from the Lieutenant. “If I cannot dissuade you, then perhaps I can at least still call you friend?”
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“You can call me Raspite. and friend I shall take. Though I am not certain that you would accept me as such, given rank as well as difference of views.” He continued to breathe slowly, he pushing back the images of fire and the like.
“I do not remember all of it, but since you speak of orphans, it is only fair to say that I have been one for as long as I remember.” He pressed the flat of his hand into the wall behind him. The cold stone grounding him a bit. “In a burst of flame and exploding debris God stole my parents from me. He spared me, left me alone, but took them both and I still do not know why.”
He Felt a tear threaten to fall, he pushing it away and growling at himself. “It was Christmas eve…” He hissed, he shaking his head, not knowing why he dared to speak so much of this right now. He had been a selfish child, wanted that special gift the all the kids were getting. That useless gift that caused his world to end, and his life to shift so dramatically.
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Leucite, usually all sarcasm and sharp wit, frowned deeply, his eyes full of legitimate concern for the man before him. Reaching out, Leucite took hold of one of Raspite’s hands, and pulled him into a one armed hug. Patting the other man’s back, he spoke softly.
“I am sorry for your loss, friend. I have seen many Orphans made by the flames of war. I have seen families torn apart by suicide and strife. But you are not alone, not any more. I may be a sore replacement for a family. But know that I consider you just as much kin as my own flesh and blood.”
Pulling back from the embrace, he watched the other man. “How about we call it a night, huh? Out of uniform, you can call me Mathias, Mathias White… In fact, why don’t you come over to my house, have a drink?”
He thought for a moment.
“You like dogs?”
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 12:15 am
The sudden contact put the man on edge. He tensing for a moment before opening his eyes and looking up at the man. He did not know what he had done, but something had triggered the man, and that, perhaps was not the worst of things. They may not have seen eye to eye, but the fact the other was willing to compromise, it pleased him.
Raspite gave a gentle nod, he running hand back through his hair before pushing off the wall. “I think it is as good a time as any to call it a night. After all, it seems my hunting skills displease you, so I will not torment you with watching me further.”
He patted the man on the shoulder and took a few steps away. “Mathias...call me Silas. Silas Thorley…” He lowered his head, he had never really liked his name, but it was something he had to hold on to from the past. It was the only thing he had.
“Dogs...are amazing..” He chuckled, he never really ever had a pet, but he had known many that had had dogs,and they were always the more interesting and entertaining of animals.
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Leucite nodded. “It is nice to meet you, Silas.” He held out a hand this time as an offer to shake. “Good, because I have a very, very large puppy at home and the last thing I want is for you to try and jump out a window.” He said with a small chuckle.
“Also, you’re quite mistaken. I laud your hunting skills. You have balls. I approve of that. I’m just a fan of efficiency.” He said with a small smirk. “Which is really the only thing your technique lacks.”
Looking out the alley he huffed. “My cars not parked far from here, did you travel on foot or?” Leucite had to commute from the suburbs, and he was NOT fond of having to spend the better part of a half hour trying to recharge his energy teleporting in.
“Cause I’m of the mind to say power down and walk a few blocks.”
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“I am new to the game, I can only imagine the efficiency will come later in the game” He laughed and gave a nod. “I am not oppose to walking, I fear it is one of the things I do daily. I do not have a car, and well….a job at that, so...walking is my main mode of transportation.” He chuckled to himself and started to walk toward the end of the alley.
He turned as he neared it. He finding a shadow nearby and powering down. he shaking out the mass of curls around his head and laughing lightly as he waited for the other to catch up. “Bring the dog on! I am certain I can take it.”
There was an amusement in his eyes, the fact that an animal was involved made things more interesting, and he would be lying if he were to say that the man didn’t intrigue him.
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Leucite followed the other man, also powering down once he reached the shadows at the end of the alley, his long strides allowing him to catch up with the other male as quickly as he felt like. “I am sure in time you’ll get better.” Mathias said with a small chuckle. “But, really, just give it time.”
Moving onto the sidewalk, he listened to the other man for a moment and he hummed in thought. “Well… I have been thinking about going into business for myself… Want a job?” He asked, raising a brow. “I do MMA, been thinking about opening my own gym so I don’t have to worry about access at odd hours… You any good at clerical work?”
Barring that, he had some connections through his art commissions, he was pretty sure he could find the man a job that way too.
“Oh don’t worry, Fergus is fairly well behaved… for the most part.” He said with a smile, before motioning for the other man to follow him to his car.
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Silas was quick on his feet, which was a good thing, seeing as he was all of 6’ tall. He as lithe and willowy for a male, but all the same he made the slender form look elegant in the long trench coat he wore. He kept up with the other decently, he looking ahead of them toward the lights of the streets beyond.
He startled as the other offered him a job, he cocking his head up to the side and laughing. “You hardly even know me and you would take me into your house, and give me a job?” He lifted a brow. He was more that startled by this, even he did not trust that fast.
“I have no real skills that I can offer you. I mean, I can write, and type abit, but I’m not that fast. I am good in a fight, but sure as hell not a fighter.” He laughed and tried to think how he could be of help to the man.
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“For I was an hungred, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in,” Mathias said with a small grin. “Like I said, you are as much kin to me as my own blood, stranger though you might still be. That is my way. You are in need of help, I will help you as best I can.”
“That is the way our organization should be. Love your brothers and sisters in arms Silas. We are a family and families help each other. You are not alone. Not anymore.”
He draped an arm over the other man’s shoulder and pulled him into his side. “So I invite you into my home, I offer you food and drink and since you have no job, a job - well… once I open the place. I’m sure you can handle signing people up and front desk work. Barring that - I will find a place for you.”
Chuckling he shook his head. “If you need more training, I can teach you to fight… and fight well… But that is your choice. My door will always be open to you Silas - and any of our organization that needs a hand.
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The young man laughed lightly, he was good in a brawl, but and organized battle was certainly not his thing. He didn’t play fair where fights were concerned and he sure as hell did not like to lose. He had always been one of the large boys in the orphanage, and damn if he didn’t take advantage of that when he needed to defend a friend.
“Well, I thank you all the same, and accept the offer for when you are ready to get things up and running. I think, if nothing else I can handle a computer. That should be easy.” He took a breath and looked up across the street.
“So, which car is yours? I mean, I am walking here but I have no idea where we are stopping.” He laughed and stopped mid step, waiting for the other to guide him. “I mean, I would be more than comfortable to walk the whole distance, but I am certain that is not enjoyable for you.”
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“It’s not far, just another block or so, your standard sedan.” Mathias said with a small smile. “Silver, I’ve had it for a while.” Well since he entered college, which he’d graduated not too long ago from. “So what do you do with you time Silas? Are you going to school or are you just wandering about?”
Mathias was curious about the other male. Knowing a bit more about him might help him understand how to support him better as a member of the Negaverse. This was important to Mathias, as he would hate to have to face off against someone who had once been one of their own.
“I’m an artist myself by trade, if you’d believe it.”
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Silas shrugged his shoulders as the other mentioned school. He had not had much proper schooling outside of that which was required. He'll he hasn't even graduated high school.
He winked at the man and laughed. “in here and there. Doing odd jobs where i can. I have a few places where i can sleep at night, and hell, places that will feed me” he had a way with others, and we'll, his home, while not a palace, was at least large enough to move around in.
He made some money on contracted jobs, doing the heavy work and handing out flyers. It wasn't the best money, but it worked.
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Mathias nodded. “I see, well, you can add my house to the list of places you can both sleep and eat.” He said with a chuckle, before stopping at a parking lot and hopping over the small stone wall that separated the sidewalk from the asphalt lot. Pulling out his keys, he unlocked his car and moved over to the driver’s side, motioning for Silas to go ahead and get in. “Don’t mind the canvas, I need to unload once I get home.”
Plunking down into the car, he turned it on, buckling in even as he turned the heater up and the radio down. The radio had been blaring classic rock, but Mathias figured it didn’t need to be so loud that they couldn’t hear each other over the din.
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Add they reached the lot, Silas grinned, watching the other move over the some divider. He did much the same, climbing into the passenger side, buckling up instantly.
He closed his eyes, breathing slow as he grief not to focus on the car. He listened to the outside sounds, the sound of the radio, all of it centering him. “you know, i should probably not say this, but…” He rolled down one window, he finding it hard to breathe. “i am terrified of cars.”
It was one thing that showed weakness in him. It was also the one thing that lasted, aside from the nightmares, from the night is his parents death.
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Mathias nodded his head, and turned to give the other man a small smile. “I’m going to apologize in advance then… Because you will probably not like my driving…” With that, he stepped on the clutch, shifted the car into reverse, and backed out of the spot, then shifted the car into forward gear and started out of the lot.
To his credit, Mathias actually drove fairly normal for a change. Imara’s driving habits had started to rub off on him, but as much time as he spent driving in the city, he really had learned to be careful since he’d like to avoid a ticket. After about 45 minutes, they were turning onto the street in suburb where Mathias now lived.
“We’re here…” Mathias said, parking the car outside the house.
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“it is not the driving ..so much as the car itself” He said the words very softly. He keeping his eyes closed through most of the drive. Pretend it wasn't there. Pretend you couldn't crash. You were safe if you willed it so.
The time they spent on the road was the longest forty-five minutes of Silas’ life. He beastly leaping from the car once it was slowed enough for him to escape without getting hurt.
He stumbled as he landed on the ground, but he collected himself quickly, glancing back at the man still in the car.
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Mathias would have cocked a brow had he not seen this sort of behavior before. Only it was in reactions to fireworks and other loud noises and it was from soldiers not normal people. He knew the scars of trauma when he saw it. So he said nothing, instead, he put the car in park, locked the parking brake and turned off the car. Getting out, he started to unload the blank canvases that littered the back seat.
“If you’re up to it, feel free to come lend a hand,” He said with a soft voice and a warm smile. “Otherwise feel free to let yourself in, there’s a key under the rock by the welcome mat.”
He would not pry into Silas’ past trauma just yet, but there would be a time where questions would need to be asked.
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It took Silas some time, be collecting his bearings before looking over his shoulder at Mathias. He gave a nod, he moving to grab one of the piles of canvases. He all shaking a bit from the car ride. “i’m sorry about that…”
He glanced at the other man, convinced that he more than likely thought him crazy. Most people food not understand trauma, and even fewer knew the signs.
He walked the canvases to the door, he waiting there for the other to open it. Since he had mentioned he had a dog, he didn't want to be the first one entering the house.
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Mathias nodded his head. “Don’t worry about it,” He said with a small smile. “If I had known that cars were a trigger for your trauma I would have suggested catching a bus and walking the rest of the way.” Walking to the door, he pulled out his keys and unlocked it. “My studio is this way… Don’t worry about Fergus he’s out in his run.”
Moving into the house, he led Silas into what had obviously once been a guest room but had now been converted into a painter’s studio. Mathias stacked the Canvas in a corner. Several pictures in various states of completion sat on several different easels. One of them - pretty much done save for a few minor touches - was a very nice portrait of a short haired woman, in her hands was a shotgun, and she was dressed for being out in the wilderness.
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“a bus wouldn't have been much better. Moving vehicles in general...not the best” He moved into the house, seeing down the canvases where he could before looking around.
He enjoyed art, but he was not the most educated on the subject. He knew it was nice to look at, but he could not tell Van Gogh from Monet. “You do good work.” even he admitted that he sounded like a damn fool.
“sorry, i guess i really don't know what to say. Not all that use to being around people.” He hag been around alot of people in the orphanage, but that was years ago. Funny how the world aimed that when you were 27 you had your s**t together.
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Mathias chuckled. “Thanks, that one there’s a present actually.” He said nodding the portrait of the woman. “For her parents actually. They helped me out not too long ago and I felt like I should do something worthy of it.” He nodded his head. “And it’s alright, you’re a better conversationalist than Fergus or Iudicael.”
Turning he left the studio. “I’m going to let Fergus in, feel free to make yourself at home. There’s a guest room down the hall if you’d rather just hit the rack.”
“If you need anything just holler.”
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The young man nodded, he letting the other man do what he needed to do, he moving through the house simply to get his bearings. Being in a new place always made the other a little edgy, but this man was part of his “Family” So he took the time to breathe and simply walked around the house.
Once he reached the living space, he kicked off his shoes and fell onto one of the sitting areas. It felt nice to have a decent place to sit that wasn’t worn out to all hell and gone, or poking springs through it and into his pants. That was not one of his more pleasing moments.
He reclined back, letting his hair fall over the arm of the seat, he closing his eyes and just drifting for a time. Life was so much more calm when one was not out trying to fill their quota. it was nice. Simple, but nice.
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The living room was fairly well furnished, a couch ran along the longest wall, parallel to a fairly decent sized flat screen television. In between the two was a coffee table, which had several art books of various and sundry artists, ranging from 40’s style pinups to an extensive collection of H.R. Geiger. There was a smaller loveseat on the side of the room that held the door that Silas had entered, and across from that what had to be a reclining armchair. Of all the furniture, the armchair was the newest acquisition - having been bought to fill the space in the living room when Mathias had moved in.
Mathias came in a short time later, followed by a dark colored hunting hound, It was already a decent size, coming up to his shins, but its paws said that it still had a bit of growing left to do. The puppy snuffed along the ground with its nose, until finally it discovered Silas reclined in his spot, then it sat down, and let out a small barking howl.
Mathias laughed and moved over to the puppy, petting it and ruffling up it’s fur. “Good Fergus… Yes, you found Silas.” He said with a chuckle. “Lay down now.”
The puppy then laid down, at the foot of Silas’ sitting area, tail wagging excitedly as Mathias plunked down in the closest open spot. “Water or booze?” He asked the other man. “Since I did promise you a drink.” He added with a chuckle.
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The sound of the man and dog coming his way made the young lieutenant straighten up. He glanced down at Fergus as the dog came near him. “Hello Fergus…” He lightly reached out a hand to let the pup sniff it. He knew dogs decently enough, and he didn't feel like, getting bitten.
“Booze...just one drink, please. It has been awhile and i do not feel like making a fool of myself in your home.” He chuckled, looking to the pile of books. He smirking lightly at them “Geiger...interesting choice. Certainly not everyone's cup of tea. Or in this case, coffee table material.”
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Mathias chuckled and nodded, getting up off his spot and moving into the kitchen to grab Silas a beer. He grabbed one for himself as well and popped both of them open, bringing them into the living room. Meanwhile, Fergus leaned up and sniffed at Silas’ hand, tail wagging a bit quicker at the new person in the house.
Mathias handed Silas his beer before he sat down again, taking a long sip of his own. “Oh, Fergus won’t bite… unless I tell him to.” He said with a small chuckle. “And you’re a guest so that’s not an issue.” He eyed the puppy, who looked between the two men every so often like he wanted up into their laps. But he was well behaved and stayed put. “You can pet him if you want, he’s partial to affection.”
Tomorrow morning Mathias would probably be running the dog through his paces on their morning run, but that could wait.
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Silas grinned and tapped the top of his bottle to Mathias’ in a salute. He winking once before tipping it back and relaxing on the couch. “Well he seems to be a good boy, anyway..” He patted his lap for the dog, he smiling warmly. “He cuddles I take it?”
He set the bottle down next to him, he closing his eyes and waiting for Fergus to attempt what he could see in the dog’s eyes. “You know, for not knowing anything about me, you sure as hell trust me a lot. I mean, I could easily rob your a** at night and you would never be the wiser.”
He turned his head a bit, staring at the man from the corner of his eye. He wondered if the man would get the reference. He was an orphan, and had a bit of trouble when it came to school But he had done some classic reading.
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“The candlesticks are in the storage closet, don’t forget those, I’m no priest and I’m not tossing them in your bags if you forget them.” Mathias said with a small smirk. “Actually he’s not a big cuddler, or rather, he’s not allowed to be unless you want to get down there with him. He’s not allowed on the couch.” Mathias said with a small nod of his head.
“He’s a hunting dog first and foremost. He comes from good stock and I let him keep his senses sharp. Yeah, he’s not gonna stud or anything and I’m getting him fixed soon as the Vet gives me the nod, but Fergus knows what the rules are.”
Taking a long sip on his beer, Mathias leaned back on his couch. “But really, if you really need the money let me know, I’m sure I can settle any debts you need to pay.” He watched the other man with a small smile. “Like I told you, you’re part of the Negaverse, so you’re family.”
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There was a moment of understanding as the man made the reference back to him. Silas nodding his head and tipping back his own beer before speaking again. “Hunting dog or not, he still needs love, yes?” He chuckled and moved to the ground near Fergus. He grinning at the pup before crouching on all fours.
He had full intent to wrastle the creature. He knowing that the beasts hunting skill were keen, so a friendly little spar with the dog would be more than game. He set his beer to the side, he removing the coat the hindered his movement and smirked. “You can fight, I know you can... “ he tapped his hand against the pup’s paws, teasing him and smiling.
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The puppy looked confused when Silas got on all fours, head tilting and tail wagging slowly before it turned its head to look at Mathias, waiting for an unvoiced command. Mathias chuckled a bit and shook his head, sipping on his beer slowly as he looked at Silas. “Yeah, and he gets it in his own way.” But still, if Silas wanted to get on the floor to play with the puppy, that was on him. “I’m not responsible if he bites you…”
He cleared his throat then, and voiced a very clear command. “Fergus, Hunt.”
The pup got up from the floor with a small growling bark, tail wagging as it jumped on Silas with a loud yip.
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Silas laughed and carefully defended against the pup. He catching the initial bound and then roughing the puppy up with his hands. He rolled Fergus to the ground, pinning him lightly now and then, playfully growling and playing at him. “Good boy Fergus! Come on...get me!”
Silas pressed most of himself to the floor, he watching the pup close and kneading the ground much like a cat. He looked ready to pounce, and the way his eyes shone, it was quite possible he would do so.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 12:16 am
Mathias watched the two tussle, ready to step in if need be, but so far Fergus seemed to be behaving. He would n** at Silas, but playfully, not actually trying to take a bite out of him at all. This was good, since if he were actively trying Mathias would have quashed the whole thing then and there.
The puppy continued to bound and romp toward and around Silas, trying to get the human onto his back or side by any means necessary. He barked and growled playfully, and Mathias was glad that his neighbors were probably unable to hear it from inside his house - at least for now anyway.
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Silas would push the pup to the side, rough him up abit and then draw him to the other side again, He bounding on his hands over and over to mimic the dog’s motions. It was a fun game, one that he was glad the dog knew how to play.
With each n**, Silas laughed, he rolling the pup to his back and scratching his tummy now and again before letting him up and repeating the bounding. “Come on Fergus! You can take me!” He laughed and as the pup rushed him again, Silas rolled to his side, falling on the ground and laughing hysterically.
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When Silas finally fell to the ground, Fergus began to lick and nuzzles him with happy yips and barks as Mathias laughed a bit and shook his head. It was good to see the other man in better spirits, even if only for a short while. However, in the back of his own mind he was beginning to worry about the morale of the Negaverse as a whole. If even one member had doubts… If even one officer showed temptation to defect… That was one too many.
Something was wrong with the system, and it needed to be fixed in some fashion. The Captain did not have the power to do so now.. But he decided to shelve the thoughts for now. There needed to be some team building done in the Negaverse, and Mathias thought that maybe Leucite would be the officer for the job…
Someday.
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Silas laughed and wrapped his arms around the pup, hugging him as he was licked and pawed. The fact that such an animal could change his mood for the better was a miracle. Though Silas would be the first to admit that he got on better with animals than humans more often than not.
He glanced to Mathias, his eyes blinking as he noted that the man was lost in his own thoughts. He cocked his head to the side, rolling to sit straight up and tuck his legs under his body. “You look as if someone s**t in your beer, Mathias...What is it?”
He blinked and pet Fergus, giving him the affection he needed after a good romp. “There is too much concern in your eyes for it to be nothing of importance, so I can only assume that it is something to do with me, or brought on by me.” He reached out to grab his beer, he tossing back another drink.
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Mathias smirked and shook his head a bit. “Just a high ranking officer wondering why morale is so low and cynicism so high.” He acknowledged with another sip on his beer. “The fact that one of our officers has a problem is one too many.” He said with a nod. “So I’m thinking of ways to make that less of an issue.”
Ways that were sane and didn’t turn more people against them anyway. “This organization doesn’t work if we can’t work together and trust one another. The moment there is any sort of political schism we’re doomed to fail. The only thing we have over the White Moon is the fact that we are a cohesive organization with a hierarchy.”
Lifting the empty bottle toward Silas he grinned. “They have no coordination, yet we are still fighting a stalemate… Why?”
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The young lieutenant nodded once and thought. His mind wandering back to his first encounter with the white moon. They had been unlike he had expected. They had listened to him, heard him out at first. He had expected savages, beasts that would fight first and ask questions later, and yet the senshi and knight had spared him that, for the most part.
“we are taught they are the enemy, that they corrupted our prince and stole him away from his duty here on earth. That it was they that plunged us into this hell we live in. Yet, what they promise us…” He shook his head, his face set in stone. “they did not attack me outright. If this is war, why is that?”
He knew he would more than likely get a lecture, but it was something he truly wished to know. If they were the one invading earth, should not they be a aggressors?
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“They are the enemy, don’t think for a second that they won’t willingly kill you if given half the chance.” Mathias said, lowering his beer as he let out a small sigh. “I’m not saying that some of them aren’t innocent, the White Moon is even less picky in who it conscripts than we are. They’ll take children… CHILDREN… and throw them into this fight. I’ve seen kids who should have been home in bed asleep out on the streets - without shoes! - in an effort to ‘stem the tide of evil’ as they said. Keep in mind this was the middle of winter.”
“Do you think we are evil, Silas?” Mathias asked then, pointing with the top of his bottle at the other man. “Do you think we do what we do out of malice?” It was a valid question, he was sure some did.
“Sometimes good people must do evil in order to protect the greater good.” He continued. “It is why I target drug dealers and pull their starseeds. It is why I fight the White Moon when I encounter them, even if they aren’t aggressive to me at first. Because I am honest in my intent. I am fighting this war with my force of arms. I am not fighting it with sweet lies and poisonous words.”
“They will sing to you that they can show you the land of milk and honey, Silas, but I doubt very much the truth is near as sweet.”
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The man sat there on the floor, his legs curled under him, he watching the other agent as he spoke. He shrugged and flipped a bit of his long hair from his eyes. “I do not think that evil is the word that would best describe that which we are. Perhaps...it is more that we are being lead to a lie. You say they would not hesitate to kill us, yet I had two that did just that. That does not mean that all are as they are, but perhaps..like us...there are those that question the black and white state of this war and walk the middle ground, willing to bend the rules and listen to those that might offer them words?”
He nodded at the comment about drug dealers. They were scum, and that was a well known fact, but was it their place to kill them for those transgressions? “seeing as I know not the reasons for your pulling their starseeds...I cannot judge you. There are many that I can see as justified. Rapists, molesters, that I can see death coming swiftly for.”
He had to admit to himself, had a drug dealer been the type to sell to minors of children, her would see them hanging from their balls far faster than he would draw their starseed. Pain was something that needed to be dealt in such a case.
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“They can’t hurt anyone if they are dead.” Mathias said flatly. “I have the power to remove their evil from the streets and do what the courts cannot. I have only let one escape my grasp… But that was because they had a child and were to my knowledge a single parent…” He met Silas’ gaze then. “I have seen too many orphans come into this world - I will not make another.”
“I will admit that there are many shades of grey in this conflict, Silas, and that some of the other side are more apt to talk than fight. But, they use CHILDREN Silas, children… Innocents in every sense of the word. The girl I spoke to couldn’t have been more than ten, if that.” Mathias looked down at his beer, before finishing it in a long draw. “If that doesn’t make them and all their ilk evil I don’t know what does.”
If Silas were to look, the hand on Mathias’ lap was shaking in barely suppressed rage. Mathias had a short fuse, but he was doing his best to keep himself calm for the young man’s sake. In fact, Fergus moved over to Mathias and laid his head in his lap, causing the older man to reach out instinctively and pet the dog’s head, hand still somewhat shaky as he did so.
“They are monsters, Silas, it would behoove you to remember that.”
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Silas could not argue the fact that the use of children in this battle was more than insane. He had seen his share of fights break out in the orphanage, but in the end they had been tussles, not war like they now fought daily.
he had been a scrappy young man, and it had prepared him well for this life, but, he thought, would he have been able to fight against the others when he was so young? Would he have been willing to land a punch? A kick? A fatal blow?
He sighed and looked to Mathias, his eyes heavy but he nodded. “To force those that are so innocent into a war that they should know nothing of, I agree...it is evil. Children have the right to live in peace, and we should protect that right. Though...if the child has made the choice, and wishes to live this life...is it our job to make them see the error?”
He noted that the man was shaking. He lowering his head yet again to try and focus his mind. “I did not mean to upset you, Captain. I...merely wished to hear what it was you had to say on the matter. Few have spoken to me outside the ideals of battles...none have spoken as to why it is we fight...what the true motive is”
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“It’s fine Silas,” Mathias said with a small sigh. “You have a right to ask that question.” He nodded to the other man, petting the dog as he spoke. “If a child has made that choice, then we try to show them the proper way, we try to get them as far from the fighting as we can. When they come of age, then we try to convince them to join us. But if we can keep them from the fight… Then that is the least we can do. But we must do everything in our power to prevent them from coming to harm. They are innocent and are being deluded into doing wrong for what they think is right.”
“Our motive, has been and will always be, preserving the planet and protecting it from the Senshi invaders and the knights that have fallen in with them.” Mathias continued with a long slowly sigh. “We protect the citizens of this city, this planet, with everything we can to prevent the tyranny of the White Moon from ever happening again.”
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“This world is my home, Mathias. Forever will I protect it and it’s people from the hells that rain down upon it. It is an oath I made long ago. To protect humanity from itself and the ideals that have been forced on them from those that would see the world stolen from us.” He ran his hand through his hair, some of the curls having broken free of their bindings.
“It is one of the reasons I have targeted those that would corrupt tradition and force the world into a capitalistic state. Tell me it does not bother you that most of the holidays have left the home and become more of a means to gather more money from the masses that they are about spending time with loved ones…” He all but growled at the thought of it.
He had grown up alone, his only family having been those in the orphanage. Holidays had been something he adored, longed for, but seeing what they had become nearly sickened him.
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Mathias nodded a bit slowly. “Oh, it bothers me. My mother notices it and points it out every year when she comes to visit for Christmas.” He said with a slow nod. “It bothers me on a fundamental level, holidays are about spending time with the people you care about, so of course their corruption bothers me.”
“But violence against them is never the answer, Silas, not against the people we serve. We can only hope that one day, we can turn society itself around to understand they do not need material things for their holidays, but until then, we must suffer as the vocal minority.”
Scratching Fergus behind the ears he sighed. “For unfortunately we live in a society in which wealth and its acquisition is rewarded, but not one’s merits as a human being.”
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“I do not use violence, Mathias. never once do I attack those that are so very lost to this new, less personal society. I simply take the extra energy this stress gives them. syphon it, claim that which this corrupt vision has created and use it for the greater good.” He smirked. “If those we protect are to fall victim to the white moon and the corrupt world they bring upon us, It is our job to take that which they see as strength and use it against them in some form or another.”
He only hoped that his ways would make sense to the other man. He knew it was not conventional, but he was not dealing harm to those he took from, he merely took enough to weaken enough to get by, and in this world, there were many that would serve to fill the stroes that he needed.
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Mathias sat quietly for a moment, listening to the other man before nodding his head slowly. “No, I see what you mean. It’s a very ingenious idea, one I cannot fully get behind as I see it as woefully inefficient, but if it works for you, and you are able to make your quotas, well then, more power to you.”
“I’m not against taxing those we protect, it is only natural that they must provide for their protectors in some manner. The church accepts a tithe, why then, cannot we not ask for some energy to continue our operations?”
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“such is my thought in all of this. For if we are to protect them, they should thank us in some little way.” He smirked rather darkly. “I will not ruin their foolish holidays, but I will certainly make them think twice about spending them at the mall, or buying foolish toys.” He could hardly recall the number of times he had seen parents leave their children behind in a rush of people during holiday shopping. The crying babes standing there, not knowing what they had done.
“those that the Earth has bred into this world are conditioned to see things a certain way.They would not think their fatigue as foul play. In fact, come this rotten valentine’s holiday, I think it a blessing for them that they be forced home to bed.” He laughed, thinking of that couple he had been dealing with at their meeting.
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Mathias laughed softly and pointed at Silas. “Good point, but if they’re too tired, they certainly will fall asleep before any of the real fun can begin.” Which reminded Mathias that he really needed to give Imara a call and find out what she was up to later that week or even tomorrow night. She had been over to see the new house and how Fergus had been doing, but aside from that he had not seen her much since she had been working. Perhaps another trip out to the country was due…
He was only snapped from his revery when Fergus bumped his hand with his head, causing Mathias to look down with a small chuckle. “I’m sorry did I stop petting you. You needy thing.”
Looking back up at Silas he nodded. “But yes, feel free to continue your methods, I will stop ruining your hunts from here on out.”
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The young lieutenant smiled, he nodding and reaching out a hand to pet Fergus along his back. He moved his body then to sit against the couch, his back against the bottom and his legs pulled up against his chest. “You ruined little. Though I do thank you for understanding, now, why it is that I hunt as I do. Just as you have a sympathy for orphans, my friend, I have a hatred for those that would neglect their children to be fools waiting to be slaughtered in a capitalist onslaught.”
He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself and to banish the images that he saw so vividly in his mind. Once he took his moment, he looked again to Mathias, a smile forming on his face. “New topic...and another beer if I may?” He laughed, tipping back the last of his bottle before tossing the empty, glass, vessel into the nearest garbage.
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Mathias chuckled and nodded, getting up slowly, which caused Fergus to simply sit down next to Silas with a small wag of his tail. Moving to the kitchen, Mathias returned with two more beers and a small grin. “I will have you know, I have been known to drink Lieutenants under the table, so don’t think you can keep up with me.” He said, handing Silas the second bottle as he returned to sit on the couch.
“And yes, a new topic would be much appreciated… Is there anything else you’d like to know?” He said, raising the bottle. “I’d be more than happy to answer any questions you might have.”
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The young man laughed, taking the beer in hand before again toasting the Captain. He smirking and shrugging his shoulders. “There is little I need to know, right? I mean, I will learn things in time, and I am in no real rush.” He laughed, tipping back the bottle again, he watching his superior out of the corner of his eye.
“Mmm...well if that is a challenge, then I think we need to move to heavier liquor, because beer is piss water when in a drinking challenge.” He placed the beer to the side, he giving the man a glance. “Name a drink, we will take shots...challenge accepted, my Captain.”
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Mathias grinned and shook his head, putting the beer down on the coffee table, and once more ventured into the kitchen. He returned a few moments later with two shot glasses and a full bottle of fairly high end vodka. Placing them down on the coffee table, he cracked the bottle open and sat down on the side opposite Silas.
pouring them both two shots, he picked one up and slammed it back, placing the glass back on the table and filling it again.
Then he motioned to Silas, silent challenge open.
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The man laughed, his eyes shining as he watched the other tip back the first shot. It was impressive, not even a face, but all the same he underestimated Silas, ability to drink.
He had gone through a phase when he was first out on his own. The depression of being one’s only friend sending him into a drinking binge that lasted a good year or more. This, of course was years ago, but all the same, the man could drink, and Mathias might have a run for his money.
Silas took up the shot glass, he smirking as he placed it to his lips, breathing in first and then tipping back the drink. The burn was amazing, and he smiled as he swallowed, he looking to Mathias and winking. “Bring it…” He placed the glass down, ready for round two.
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Mathias poured for Silas, then slammed back his own glass, filling it again and placing the bottle where it would be easy for either of them to pour for themselves. To be fair, it had been a long while since he’d tried to do something like this, but he was pretty sure he had Silas on just size alone. In any event, he would do his best to hold his own against the other male.
He motioned for Silas to go ahead and go, not minding the turn taking because it gave him a few moments between drinks instead of slamming them back hard and having them catch up to him at the end of it all.
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Silas laughed. He shaking his head as he took the next offered shot. He leaned forward on the table, he lifting it to his lips and tossing it back without trouble. He placed the glass down again and shrugged. “I could do this all night.”
There was abit of arrogance in his voice, but it was all good natured. He knew he would probably be passed out on the floor in time, but damn if it didn’t make for a decent end to their night. “Hope there is a quick shot to the bathroom for you though. Hate to see puke all over the floor.”
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Mathias just grinned and down his third, poured again and then chased it immediately with his fourth, then poured one more and slid the glass to Silas. “In Mother country, we drink Vodka like it is mother’s milk, da.” He said, in a very, VERY bad Russian accent. “You puny Americans cannot hope to stand against our iron fortitude, it is strong, like iron curtain!”
He slapped his chest with a fist, hard, as if proving that he was made of solid steel. The booze was starting to buzz him a bit now, so he felt like having fun.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 12:17 am
There was a roll if his eyes and a shake of his head as the third and fourth shots were pushed in his direction. He lifted one with his hand, leaving the other sit there for the time being. He Tipped it back, shivering just abit at the burn, but grinning widely and placing the first down on the table. “You strong like the scent of an unwashed yak maybe…” He grabbed the next shot and tossed it back, slamming the glass down.
“Less talk, more shots…” He poured himself a 5th shot, keeping it in front of him. He was starting to feel that soft tingle of that buzz hitting him, he enjoying the warmth it made him feel.
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Mathias knocked back his 5th, 6th, and 7th shot with no words, just a small cheeky grin as he poured his 8th shot and down that too. Pouring the ninth shot, he could feel the buzz settling in, and he knew if he were to open his mouth now he’d be a bit on the slury side. He was about where he’d been when he’d faced down Imara, who was smaller than him - so he knew this fight was going to go a bit longer.
He wondered then, if it was going to end with him face first on his coffee table or not.
He slid the bottle to Silas before putting his hand on the table, hoping that would stop the shakiness.
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Silas would be lying if he refused to say he was impressed. He took the bottle, pouring himself a shot before clapping his hands in a slow applause for his Captain.. If nothing else, this would make for interesting blackmail later, but on the plus side, this was good for bonding. “Leaning on the table like an old man there, Captain...Perhaps you will need a walker when this is done.”
He tipped back the 5th, followed by a 6th moments later. He knew better than to drink too fast, so as he let the first two settle he poured himself a 7th. “I can imagine there are many that would pay good money to see this s**t on tape.” He smirked, his cheeks rosey with the warmth, his eyes getting the shine to them that said it was feeling it a bit more that he was letting on.
He tipped the 7th back and poured an 8th. The action a bit slower as he tried to aim the bottle. It would not do to waste the booze on the table. That was not where it belonged.
He finished his 8th shot, he laughing abit as he nearly missed the table with the glass as he set it down.
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“Hmmm? I’m not so far gone…” Became, “Hmmm? I’m n’t s’ far g’ne.” As Mathias took his time reaching out for the bottle. Oh he knew he was pretty deep in, and if he wasn’t careful he’d be hitting the table head first and that just wouldn’t do. Steeling himself, he poured his 9th shot and shot it back. He couldn’t even taste of feel the heat of the liquor now, so he knew it was just a matter of time before it all came rushing in at once. Still, he set his glass down, then the bottle and poured a tenth, knocking it back slowly and carefully placing the glass back on the table along with the bottle. The world was starting to sway and swim, so when he poured his 11th shot, he brought the glass up to the bottle, making sure heard the clink of glass on glass before pouring then placing the bottled down, shot back the shot.
The glass, either by pure luck or skill of its operator, managed to find its way back to the table, and Mathias locked eyes with Silas.
“Now all three of are gonna have to beat that.”
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“Y’know..if you take it slower….you m’ght jus make it t’beat me.” He laughed and poured number nine for himself, he placing it on the table as he reached across the table to grab the second glass. The action one that was abit labored, as Silas tried to grab for it but fail multiple times before succeeding.
“Come ‘ere you ********!” He tore the glass back, he near toppling himself with the action before placing the glass down on the table and pouring shot ten.
“Two at once…” He placed his hands on each glass, lifting them to his mouth, shooting one back followed by the other right after. He actually had to give himself a moment to swallow, he closing his eyes to stop the world from spinning.
“Well s**t…” He laughed and looked back up at Mathias. “We gotta finish this damn bottle right?” He reached out over the table to grab and pour his tying shot. He getting a bit more on the table that he really should have. “Well ********…” He leaned over the table, he actually trailing his tongue over the spill and licking the wasted booze away.
“Does that count as one?”
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“No, it counts as you being sloppy, that’s a party foul.” Was what Mathias was going to say. What he actually said was unintelligible, instead, he just grabbed the bottle, forwent glasses entirely and downed what little was left in the bottom before placing the empty vessel on the table.
His eyes were glassy and he was swaying, but he seemed to be holding his liquor for the moment. He didn’t even try to speak just sat there, unmoving, doing his best to keep the room from spinning out of control.
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“You know what..? F’ck you..” He grabbed his shot glass, tipping back what was left in it and glaring at the Captain. He had at least tried to clean up the mess, and hell, he had done a damn fine job if it. He wiped at the wet spot on the table with his arm, he trying hard to keep the circular motion from getting him sick.
“There. Your table is clean...ok?” He closed his eyes, resting his head on his hand as he tried to keep the room still. He breathing in deep, knowing that if he moved too much or too fast he was more than liable to have every last drink come back up.
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“You wish,” Mathias snorted, keeping upright purely by the fact that his hands rested on the table and he knew that if he sank backward he would probably go into a deep, alcohol induced coma. Instead he kept his breathing steady and deep, in through the nose and out through the mouth, trying to keep his body regulated and calm.
“Bathroom’s right around the corner if you need to lose it,” He said with a sly grin. “You’re cleaning up if you puke on my floor.”
His own stomach roiled, but only because he’d finished off the bottle. Everything was starting to hit his system and he knew that he just had to hang out longer than Silas.
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Silas smirked, he licking his lips teasingly as the man made his comment. He laughing hard and shrugging his shoulders. “Get you ******** up enough you might try anything once.” He winked and leaned forward, he feeling the room spinning and that one action doing him enough to make him have to breath to keep the liquor down.
“You are a ******** know that?” He kept his head on the cool table, he breathing in slow and deep. He was not going to lose it, he couldn’t. And damn it all if he couldn’t feel his stomach churning. “******** in this life or the next, buddy, don’t even try.” Mathias said, not with any malice, if anything his tone was light and jovial. “I only like the females, man, nothing like a nice set of curves…” He rubbed his face with a hand and took another deep breath.
“Yeah, and?” He said with a smirk. “Do I need to get you a trashcan man? Can’t even make it at a crawl?”
Yeah okay, he was that kinda drunk tonight, the mean kind.
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Silas glanced up at the other, his eyes narrowed slightly and he growled. “Just not moving because I will have your a** beat shortly…” He lowered his head once more. He instantly regretting the motion as his stomach lurched again.
He moved then, he glancing about for the nearest trash, he scooting across the floor, a cold sweat taking him for a moment before he found a trash can, he losing it pretty damn hard into it. He was silent, thank god. That was, aside from the sound of the liquor burning it’s way up and out and into the basket.
It took him a moment to collect himself, his head resting on the edge of it before he could speak. “Damn a**…” He took a deep, slow breath before he lost it again. He cursing Mathias in his mind.
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Mathias would have laughed, but then he would have been sick. Instead he just sank back and slowly laid down on the floor on his side. “Ugh, good, I ******** win.” He grunted, knowing that he was going to have to try and stay conscious for a few more minutes and then try to get his a** up off the floor.
“Let this be a lesson to you, Silas… Don’t challenge an Irishman to a drinking contest.”
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Silas could not help but glare from his current location in the garbage bin. He losing what he was certain was left of the alcohol before he wiped his face and pushed the offending container aside. “You won by pure luck alone...and don’t tell me you are not feeling it.”
He laid down against the floor, he groaning deeply and now regretting the last hour of time. “You’ll have to get your own damn garbage though. Sorry man..mine is claimed.” He laughed, he action churning his stomach again and he had to close his eyes to calm himself before he lost it again.
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“Oh I am, but I’ll be fine…” Mathias said as he felt the world swim around him and his stomach attempted to do two or three more backflips before finally he managed to slowly roll onto his stomach and get his hands under him. Rising slowly from the floor, he left the table as it was and started to wander towards his room.
“I’m going to go wash my face and then probably crash in the master bedroom…” He said as Fergus got up and paddled after his owner. “The guest room is just down the hall, can’t miss it.” He said with a nod. “Make yourself at home.”
He waved at Silas then, and wandered off down the hall.
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Silas waved off the other man. He letting him take his leave as he did his best not to have another hurling fit into the garbage can. Drinking was all well and good, but why the hell did it have to have this bad of a ending?
After a time, he rose to his feet. The world spinning much less now than it had before. If he was lucky he would be able to make it to this “Guest room” before he was passed out on the floor in front of it.
He hobbled down the hall, bracing himself against the wall for the most part just to keep himself from tripping on his own feet. It didn’t take too long before he found the room. He shedding most of his clothes at that point and falling face first onto the bed. Passing out there soon after.
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