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 Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 4:07 pm
So she had gotten her a** kicked. It wasn’t the end of the world. There was free food. There were people to talk to. Mingle with. Schmooze with. It wasn’t the end of the world.
Or at least that was what Wavellite kept telling herself. She had wanted to win, sure but…but she had gained valuable insight. Old people didn’t have the drive to do anything…and blondes lived up to their athletic stereotype. Even if Piypite was really pretty…the fight had just been…brutal. No getting to know one another or anything.
With a sigh and another bagel overflowing with cream cheese in hand, the green haired lieutenant went to go either find a place to watch the rest of the tournament…or find someone to take her out of Negaspace and back home so she could lick her wounded pride in peace.
As she walked away from the refreshment table, carefully taking a bite of the second bagel, she saw the white haired boy in the medic’s tent and frowned slightly. Had he gotten hurt so badly?
Moving towards the cot that Fettelite was on, the lieutenant gave a little wave. “You got pretty messed up, hm? You going to be all right?”
Well…the good news is at least she wasn’t going to be moving on without him. If one went down, the other did. And that was ok.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2018 8:55 am
About half an hour passed before Fettelite came to, mouth dry and dried blood caked to the side of his face. He had been beaten, something expected, of course, but... He didn't think it would have been so bad.
Yeah, definitely some of the Negaverse was brutal in their attacks and methods, but Wardite was his team mate... They were supposed to be nice to one another, right? He thought they were supposed to be a team... But it really didn't come out that way...
His whole side hurt, and a large dark purple bruise was beginning to form where he was certain his kidney was at.. It almost felt like his partner in that fight wanted to kill him. That very thought had him lying there, feeling miserable, that feeling only getting worse when he realized no one from his team was there when he woke up. Not his general, not Wardite or Violane or anyone. He was here and alone and... And it hurt.
Crying really didn't feel like an option right now, not with the nurses going around and checking on him and the others as beat up as he was. That's just what he needed, his General getting laughed at because he had a big ol' crybaby on his team. Yet when Wavellite came by his side, waving, and bothering to ask how he was doing, he couldn't hide the cracked sound of his voice.
"Y-yeah... I'm okay.. Hahaha, my teammate got me good... I think the nurse said I could expect bloody pee for the next week... I'm glad he made it further though..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2018 3:23 pm
He looked awful.
Hesitating for just a moment, Wavellite looked around and walked away for a moment, coming back with a folding chair in hand. She set it down next to Fettelite’s bed and reached out, patting him gingerly on the head.
“Your…your teammate did all of this to you? Jesus.” He looked like he was the victim of a terrible mugging, not what should have been a friendly spar but…the b***h she had to fight had been kind of crazy too…there had to be some sort of happy medium in the Negaverse…there were those who didn’t care at all and those who were too intense to realize that not everything was meant to be given six hundred percent of your effort and energy to…
But she supposed that Fettelite was like her, part of that happy medium who realized that things were important…but didn’t take themselves too seriously.
“Bloody pee? Ugh. That sounds awful.”
The green haired lieutenant frowned and sat back in her chair, staring around the tent, seeming thoughtful. “Well…we both kind of failed…but maybe when you’re feeling better you and I can have a little spar? Maybe do our own tournament? I promise I won’t bruise you, you little peach.”
She grinned slightly and reached over, poking his nose, at least it didn’t seem to be bruised at all.
“I don’t…think people should have gotten this hurt…It’s not like we were fighting senshi…we were fighting one another…it shouldn’t have been people fighting to kill…that’s so…counter productive.”
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2018 2:17 pm
That pat on the head felt like the first positive reaction get got from any Negaverser in the past few weeks and when she did it, he sniffled and tried to blink away tears that were forming again.
"It's okay, really... He was tough, and he's supposed to be... I'll be alright... But.. I'm not looking forward to the laps my general is gonna make me do once I get better..." Another soft, forced laugh left him and this time he couldn't stop it turning into a soft, half sob, but he bit his lip hard to keep it from going any further.
More than anything, he just wanted to go home. His old home that was lined with silly posters and his own soft bed and just... His own safe place. The barracks weren't that nice, no, not even close, and there was no where safe to go there anyway... Maybe he should just try to sleep on the street instead, it'd be better to go out in the real world and cry than to be caught in here.
"Oh... Um... Okay, we can try... I'll try to be less of a peach. Maybe a banana then..." This time, he did smile a little, the image of a banana with his face all cozied up with a bunch of other bananas coming off as amusing enough.
He went silent, just closing his eyes and trying to ignore the stabbing pain in his back and hip. It seemed the girl with him had a simular thought, the whole thing having been way too violent and made no sense. No one would listen to him though, He was just a Lieutenant after all...
"I don't... It's okay... Atleast it's over... And I'm glad you're okay too, Miss.."
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2018 2:59 pm
Wavellite’s expression was soft as she watched the tears form in his eyes and when he made the sob she had to bite her own lip to keep from saying something that might get her into trouble. What she did do though was reach out and wipe at the tears in his eyes, sighing softly. “Don’t cry, you don’t want them to see you’ve been crying…”
Her voice was soft and reassuring and she nodded, giving a small laugh at his banana comment. “Nah, you don’t strike me as a banana, you’re too cute, maybe like a strawberry? Or…” She thought for a moment, looking him up and down. “Maybe a grape? Like, I can picture just a bunch of your faces on a bunch of grapes laughing and laughing…” Wavellite grinned and kept her hand on his head, playing with his hair lightly. “Wavellite. You can just call me Wave though, I don’t mind. And…if you don’t mind…I’d like to stay here and keep you company while you’re resting. Nobody should have to be hurt and alone during it.”
She flashed a small smile. “I know you’d do the same for me.”
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2018 11:08 am
Wavellite's hand on his cheek nearly caused him to cry even harder, but he knew that would do no good, so he tried to stop, sniffling hard and taking a deep breath before he laughed at the thought of him as a bunch of grapes. It was cute... And her hands were so warm against his hair and it felt so nice...
He missed this so much... Sure his sister was an a*****e most of the time, but October sometimes was kind... Let him cry, touch his hair, let him know that it was okay that he was the way he was....
He missed this so terribly words couldn't even describe no matter how hard he tried.
"I'm Fettlelite... Fettle for sure, I think... I'm really, really happy that you came... And I'd really really like it if you stayed.."
He paused again, then nodded with a sweet, gentle expression. "I would! I promise I would! So thank you for staying with me!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2018 6:08 pm
“Fettelite? Oh! Can I call you Boba? Like…Boba Fett? But also for like, Bubble Tea because…you are kind of really bubbly when you’re not feeling so low, so…what do you say, Boba?”
She scooted the chair a little closer and continued to comb her fingers through his hair, her free hand reaching out to wipe away the tears as they continued to gather. “I won’t leave you, you’re not going to be alone here, I promise. So go ahead and close your eyes…if you get some sleep, I’m sure you’ll feel at least a little better afterwards…”
Sometimes, Wavellite thought that it was better to be someone who could be a friend rather than being a badass for the sake of being a badass…it was the same way with the senshi. Sure they were the enemy…but it was better to bring the enemy over, build up the forces rather than just kill on sight…and the fact that this poor kid…young adult? Whatever.
Her fellow lieutenant had gotten so ******** up…
Sucked.
“I’m not going anywhere, Boba. I promise. I’ll be here when you wake up, and we can talk again then, okay? We’ll be friends, I promise. I won’t leave your side.”
Her thumb brushed away some more tears and she sighed, shifting enough so his face was hidden from anyone who might want to come in and start yelling at him for having emotions. For being scared and alone.
They might be soldiers…but they were humans too…and sometimes she thought that people might just forget that fact.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2018 6:31 pm
"I think I'm okay with you calling me whatever, as long as you don't mind me calling you friend." Fettel managed a small, cheeky grin before letting his eyes close again, pressing his head against the gentle fingers that brushed through his hair, then his cheek to her warm hand. He couldn't help that his tears were starting up again, harder than before, or that he hiccuped slightly as her words grew softer and began to be laced with promises he only half believed.
No one would be this nice... Not to him. He didn't deserve this, yet here she was, tending to him like he had dreamed of a sibling doing for him for so very long.
"Thank you... Really, thank you, thank you..." His eyes stayed closed this time, that exhaustion finally sinking in deep into his chest, the pain becoming too much and he just found himself truly wanting to rest. "I believe you... I... I'll see you when I wake up, okay...?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2018 10:11 am
Wavellite smiled softly and kept her hand against his head, playing with his hair still even as she watched sleep claim him. This kid had been done wrong in this stupid competition. He was new to the organization, new to all of this…this wasn’t how you kept people loyal, this was how you kept them afraid…maybe…maybe Ashanite would know what to do, maybe he could petition to become this kid’s general too…or…or maybe he could just get someone else to take care of him who cared.
The lieutenant sighed and scooted her chair back a little, giving herself enough space so she could lean over and rest her head comfortably on the arm she put beside Fettelite’s head. Until she figured something out…she would help watch out for him. There wasn’t much she could really do…but there was safety in numbers, wasn’t there?
And if they were two lieutenants in this together…they could have each other’s backs…and that was as important sometimes as having the strength alone to crush your enemies.
Besides. One day…they would be stronger too. One day.
Slowly, Wave closed her own eyes as she felt her own adrenaline turning to tiredness, and before she could stop herself, she was sleeping too.
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