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 Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2018 7:35 am
Angelite frowned as her ungloved hand caressed the surface of the strange new building.
It hadn't been difficult, figuring out that there was something wrong in connection to the large building that had practically sprouted up overnight. She'd been out on patrol, collecting her quota for the week, when she'd noticed its existence. Upon returning to Julianne Payne when she was finished gathering her energy, the large construct was simply gone.
Some dabbling in the Negaverse's databases had come up with all of nothing, so she'd taken it upon herself to do some one-on-one investigating at ground zero. Already, she'd determined that her communicator was little more than useless when in the vicinity of the monument... which was peculiar.
All of it was just strange and peculiar.
Frowning, she pulled up her device for a fourth time, moving to another edge of the obelisk in an attempt to contact one of her peers - any of her peers, at this point.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2018 2:32 pm
He was supposed to be meeting up with Sodom, but the man was late for whatever reason.
It was probably a job that took longer than the man said it would, Gomorrah could only imagine what bullshit he'd gotten himself into. While his partner was devilshly handsome, he hadn't been married for his brains.
No, that was more the redhead's thing than the brunettes.
He had been itching to hear from his burly beast of a husband while he waited, pacing back and forth in front of the bench they'd arranged to meet at.
"Where the ******** are you?" He hissed, fingers digging into the weird sleeves of his page outfit. He still didn't quite understand what the ******** this pagely business had to do with him or his life partner and the cat Itsoopy had been less helpful when it came to learning anything.
At some point, he'd powered down to check to see if he'd gotten any texts and then...
He'd realized that something in his peripherals had vanished and when he powered up...
It had returned.
"What the ********."
Despite knowing better, Gomorrah couldn't help but approach the strange structure, ignorant of the warning signs that told him get the ******** outta there
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2018 9:10 pm
Unable to contact any of her peers, Angelite was busying herself with taking snapshots (or attempting to, at least) when she felt the uncomfortable tingle send a shiver down her spine.
Senshi?
Blue eyes widened as she turned and tried to find the source of the sensation. It wasn't a hard task - scouts and knights stuck out like a sore thumb among the population with their ridiculous attire, so when a tall redhead wearing a bluish, purplish looking clown suit came into view, she knew immediately that he was the culprit.
“I should have assumed that your people were responsible for this,” she called out, trying to keep her voice as pleasant as one possibly could. One hand reached up to gesture towards the building. “Neat trick, cloaking it. New technology?”
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2018 8:00 am
There was some shiver-inducing, inkly feel that crept down his spine but Gomorrah didn't pay attention to it, he figured it was just something about the night, nothing to be worried about....right up until he heard some chick addressing him. His head lifted, turning sharply as stormy eyes searched for the source and when he saw the small woman he nearly scoffed.
"The ******** are you talking about lady?" The brusque question rolled off his tongue immediately, the man shifting so that she was directly in front of him.
Red brows furrowed together as he eyed her, fingers twitching as he gave her a once over. "This s**t isn't from me." He glanced away for a moment to look at the towering structure that definitely wasn't there when he was plain old Noah Jones.
"You're the one with the fancy tablet, it's gotta be you."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2018 9:13 am
The explicit use of the f-word had her nose wrinkling in disgust. There was only one redhead in her world that she allowed that sort of profanity from and it certainly wasn't the little (or rather tall) Knight boy who was sizing her up from his spot.
"It's Captain, not lady," she huffed, rolling her eyes as she glanced down to make some adjustments on the tablet in question. Nothing she did stirred the contraption to life, communication was still at a halt.
How unfortunate.
His accusation had her rolling her eyes a second time, giving her retinas more exercise than they'd seen in quite some time. "Yes, because a tablet can certainly make a building disappear and reappear at will." Her finger flipped the device off and the communicator disappeared into her subspace as she continued her haughty response with a hand wave, "Of course. What in the world was I thinking?"
That same hand gestured a small shooing motion - curious knights were no more than a nuisance. At least this one was more bark than bite, thankfully.
Turning back towards the building, she shook her head and muttered under her breath, "Idiot."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2018 1:49 pm
Gomorrah rolled his eyes at the woman who expected him to address her by some bullshit, fabricated 'rank' like it made her worthy of any sort of respect. If anything, her haughty I'm smarter than you attitude was complete and utter bullshit.
That's how people ******** themselves over, thinking they were the smartest person in the ******** room.
Well, if this lady wanted to act so much more superior than him, he'd let her. Usually dipshit villains would prattle on about master plans and bs if he played dumb.
"Not happening lady." Gomorrah couldn't help himself, he wanted to get under her skin.
"Ever heard of cloaking devices? Cause from where I'm standing, you're the one dealing with some tech, not me."
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2018 12:17 am
Clearly Red had no intention of doing anything but annoying her as his argument was getting him nowhere but further on her nerves.
“If you've got nothing worth contributing then maybe you'd better run along back to your little…wherever it is that you and the other clowns come from.”
To emphasize, her hand gestured out into another shooing motion.
“Leave the older boys and girls to the investigating, you don't know what you're doing, kid.”
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2018 9:07 am
Gomorrah's eyes narrowed, brows fitting together in a scowl that would generally leave most trembling in their wake. Or at the very least it was a look that would have conveyed to his husband that he'd <******** up. He had a feeling the effects would be wasted on the b***h in front of him, but it happened nonetheless.
"Y'know lady, you're a b***h." The statement was frank, definitely with a bit of bite in it and he stepped forward, standing tall at his full height of six feet and four inches. Comparatively, she was tiny and unlike some people, he didn't really have a qualms about getting into a tussle with a lady if she deserved it.
Granted, he wouldn't hit first, but...
"You sound like you don't know jack s**t and you've got a stick up your a**."
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2018 7:00 pm
If the young redheaded punk thought that looming over her was going to intimidate her, he was sorely wrong.
Granted, being forced to stare up that high was a pain in the neck, the added nickname of b***h not helping matters at all. He apparently thought he was c**k of the walk, regardless of how miniscule his aura felt compared to those more experienced than him.
“Excuse you?” Her voice rose in octave, clearly taking his bait of being riled up. Her head tilted as blue eyes stared him down, the captain refusing to back away from the tall man. “I'm sorry, was there a point to you being around this building, then, if you have no information to offer - or anything else useful to contribute?”
One hand reached out, a single finger pointedly pressing against the page's chest. Another sassy comment and she'd even let it sink in, see how pretty boy liked feeling a hand on his starseed.
“Go home, kid, I'm busy here.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2018 10:27 am
"Look lady," Gomorrah retorted, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at Miss-High-and-Mighty. "You're not in charge here and I don't take orders from you."
Hell, he didn't take orders from anyone except for, occasionally, his spouse during bedroom activities and play time.
Reflexively, and to his complete and utter surprise, he'd summoned his staff to his hand, the thing appearing just as he closed his hand into fists. He didn't do anything with it, it just seemed nice to have in his hand as he stared at her, half expecting her to try and act like a bigger b***h.
"I don't feel like leaving so I think Imma stay."
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2018 9:54 am
As much as Angelite prided herself in her well-thought out planning, when an opposition drew their weapon, there was never enough time for decent scheming to be done.
When the staff appeared in the younger man's hand, she let impulse take over. Her hand sunk past the fabric of the page's uniform, past the flesh of his adequately attractive chest. It continued to sink until fingers came in contact with the source of energy she was after: his starseed.
"You may not take orders from me now - but let's see how you do once you're serving under me, hm?"
She offered him a cruel smile as fingers clenched around the precious gem.
He wasn't exactly her prime choice when it came to her first peon... but he would do, if anything to see that smirk wipe itself from across his smug looking face.
- - - - -
He'd arrived at the bench twenty minutes later than promised, fully prepared to offer his partner a long-winded story and a pitiful expression to match. Sodom was pretty sure neither attempt at garnering pity would work but he had to at least try - if anything, but for the sake of being able to sleep in the same bed as his spouse when evening came.
When he didn't find Gomorrah there, he assumed the worst: the ginger had gotten irritated and left him, which probably meant there was a lot more groveling in store for him to do.
Conversation in the distance caught his attention, however, and a familiar mop of red hair had him quickly realizing that the other page had simply relocated, as opposed to leaving altogether. A few strides of his long legs had him making his way towards the other... when he froze upon noting that Gomorrah wasn't alone... and who he was with looked very, very ******** the stupid b***h's whip couldn't do much damage to him, not if he ---
The older man's eyes grew wide as he watched the Captain's hand sink into his husband's chest. W-What the ******** time, his yell was loud enough to catch even the Captain's attention, the desperate, loud boom of a panicked husband carrying across the distance towards the couple in front of him.
"Gomorrah!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2018 2:06 pm
He had expected some hostilities, more shitty comebacks that the braud thought was clever. Hell he'd even expected her to try to slap or punch her way out of the situation in whatever sissy way she thought she could assert her dominance.
What Gomorrah did not expect, however, was for the lady to put her ******** hand in his chest.
There was a sharp gasp, fingers wrapping around her wrist and muscles strained to try and pull her hand back the ******** out only for him to gasp sharply in pain. <********?" He gasped, an distinguishable noise of pain leaving him before pain was hindering his entire ability to think or function.
He didn't even register that his husband was calling his name.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 1:36 pm
Grey eyes were going wide and Sodom felt like he was having an out of body experience. This couldn't be happening - it didn't make sense, none of this made any ******** sense. The b***h had gone through his shirt and chest like water, like a knife cutting through butter without a second thought.
The pain was obvious, the anguished look on the redhead sending the older man into a panic as he raced his way over to where they stood. Instinct and adrenaline were kicking in, the fear of losing the one stupid ******** he gave a s**t about first and prominent on his mind.
He couldn't lose Gomorrah.
He couldn't lose Noah.
Paul had always had difficulty when it came to fighting the fairer sex but there was no hesitation in his heart when he finally approached the Captain and her victim. With his hand curled back, the Captain had enough time to shriek and duck before a thick, angry fist connected to the side of her shoulder with a sickening thunk instead of the face he was aiming for.
The hand inside of the Saturn page released whatever hold she had inside of him, the blonde woman crumpling towards the ground as her newly freed hand quickly rose to protectively cover her shoulder.
Meaty fingers reached for Gomorrah's staff, hatred in the older page's eyes as he lifted the oversized stick with the intention of cracking it over the whip-b***h's head. Angelite must have known what was coming, for the blonde quickly dissolved, teleporting to safety and away from the crazed older man with murder in his eyes.
"G-Gomorrah, s**t."
The weapon was dropped, Sodom turning to take hold of the taller page and draw him in for both inspection and comfort. "Baby, baby are you okay? What the ******** was that - talk to me, please, say something."
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2018 9:41 am
His knees hit the ground first, body feeling dead and weightless at the same time. Had Sodom not been holding him, he would have hit the ground completely, paralyzed by the shock of something that shouldn't be touched nearly being ripped from his body.
"P...baby?" He mumbled, lashes fluttering as he slowly regained the use of his senses, where he could cling back to his savior. "I'm...okay...I think." His chest hurt, whatever she had touched was tender, he thought, with painful aftershocks giving him shivers.
"Just..." he trailed off, trying to shake his head as he pulled himself up, or tried rather. "Take me home. ******** this."
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2018 10:08 am
The baby that left the younger man's lips twisted his heart as strong arms shifted to keep the page's weight up. The tall redhead looked like a broken ragdoll as he hung there, murmuring softly for a moment before he seemed to shake free of whatever trance he'd been in to turn and hold back onto his spouse's uniform.
Hoisting him up, Gomorrah's demand was barely finished before the dark haired man had him scooped up, pressed tightly against his chest as he turned away from the strange monument to make a beeline back towards their neighborhood. They'd power down closer to home - the sooner they got out of this area, the better off they'd be.
"I'm gonna rip her goddamn head off, next time I see her." His own soft threats were spilling out of his mouth as he crossed the street. The business section of town was quickly fading behind them as they made their way into residential territory. "********, we're gonna have to find Itsunami and ask him what the s**t all that was about."
Great. That's all they needed, more prattle from the goddamn cat.
At this point, though, Sodom would take any help he could freakin' get.
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