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 Posted: Mon May 14, 2018 8:04 pm
Sinoite didn't like babysitting but here he was, babysitting. In particular though, it wasn't quite babysitting but more like...petsitting?
Lower levelled youma's that were running amok the park and he was slightly corralling them into their like good places, so they focused on actual draining of human energy instead of doing whatever it was that they were doing in the park.
He was SUPPOSED to have a partner assigned with him, but they had yet to show up. He didn't even remember the name of them when Zircon had given him this mission because he was already annoyed he was doing b***h work for General and now whoever deemed it worthy.
The prices you paid when you wanted to live another day, right?
Soon enough though, he felt the aura of another lieutenant, leaving his seating to go give whoever it was that decided to be late a earful.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2018 2:57 pm
This was awesome.
It was like being himself, except better, which was always a bonus, because as Steele Moore, he knew perfectly well that he was, in fact, the best. A charismatic, confident - and, if he cared to say so himself, a fantastic and really very attractive man in his thirties prime.
As Alabaster, Lieutenant of the Negaverse, he was pretty damn impressive.
The uniform was nice. The cane was nice; he felt rather like a Regency era lords, one of those gentleman that walked around with their hats held in one hand, and a flock of doe eyed ladies in his wake, all vying to be the next Lady Moore.
Less nice was this assignment. He really wished he didn't have to be partnered with anyone.
Alabaster appeared in a flurry of footsteps, calm and relaxed and utterly confident - and more than a little smug - the cane clicking along beside him as he strolled merrily up to his contact. At least, he thought it was the man he was supposed to meet, though really, he didn't look like much.
He flashed one of his most charming grins. It was very white.
"Good evening," Alabaster purred. "Are you - " He'd forgotten the name and hastily improvised, " - Slinkeyite?"
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2018 12:31 am
Sinoite had never been more offended, besides learning that Sweetite had been 'hired' for the job they shared, rather then begging for his life like he had. Anyways, he had never been more offended then that time when his name not only had been botched, but it wasn't even close to his title as a lieutenant. He could feel the inner rage and it took a brush of his hair behind his ear before he spoke.
"You must be Alabastard." Sin's face was completely composed, a soft smile playing on his lips, but his eyes were sharp and raging. It was, if he was akin it to something, much like seeing his general in her prime of rage. Or at least what he assumed could be her rage.
"Not only are you late, but you don't seem to be intelligent enough to comprehend the situation you have caused." He wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose, but resisted by adjusting his jacket. "Do you have a general you report too....Alabastard?" the name was sticking now.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2018 12:48 pm
His face, which had held a bright, cheerful, confident smile immediately dropped. It was almost just as quickly picked up again, a smile slapped back into place, though now it was more edged than before, something a little harder at the corners.
"That's unkind," said Alabaster, airily, as though he was supremely unconcerned with this insult to his good name. "I'm new here, you can't expect me to fall into place as easily as a puzzle piece. Although puzzles are difficult, so maybe not the best analogy, but don't you worry."
He reached out a hand and clapped the other's shoulder jovially.
"I'll get the hang of it soon enough. I am, after all, an expert."
In lawyering. And schmoozing. But that was beside the point.
Alabaster swung his cane around and let it land in front of him, both hands resting on the handle as though he was posing for an advertisement for the 1700s. A stray blond curl fell over his forehead, loosened from his otherwise perfectly slicked back hairdo.
"No, not a general," said Alabaster carelessly. "I was recruited by Stillwaterite, though, does that count?"
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2018 11:45 am
"I'm new too." Sinoite gritted his teeth, before slapping hands on his waist and staring the man down. He was just so comfortable in his position and it made the lieutenant angry...but mostly jealous. It wasn't like everyone had to fear their general, and that one day she might think she made a mistake. Sinoite's way of survival right now, was to make sure that all of his work was completed so Zircon never heard of him slipping.
"I always worry." He mumbled, "Expert of what? Being late?" Annoyance eventually faded and Sinoite wanted to get to the business at hand. Except he was stunned for a moment.
"Wait. You were recruited by someone that wasn't a general?" He didn't know what that meant, he thought everyone fell in line to somebody. In his understanding, Sweetite and Himself answered to Zircon, and Zircon in retrospect answered to Laby, who was a general himself, though their little pack was not for Sinoite or understanding of him.
"It doesn't matter now." If Alabaster didn't have a general to answer too, then what was the point of filing a report that the man had been late to the mission? It was meaningless basically. If Zircon heard of this....he shuddered.
"The mission is simple, round the little things up and make sure they stay here." Sinoite said briskly before scrunching his nose, "Alabaster."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2018 11:03 am
New and younger than him.
Alabaster deliberately kept the charming smile on his face, though inwardly he was counting all the ways that he was going to worm his way under this little whelp's skin and knock him off of his high horse - starting with killing him with kindness. It really just was like working with another problematic client; all this guy needed was a little bit of schmoozing.
Alabaster could do that. He was good at schmoozing.
Schmoozing was his middle name.
"An expert at being me," said Alabaster grandly, spreading his arms wide before putting both hands back on the cane again, delightfully picturesque (in his mind, at least). "Well, there was a General involved in my recruitment, his name is Pyrophanite, but I think he was just there for moral support. I'm quite good at doing things on my own, so they trust me, of course."
This was mostly a fib, or a twisting of truths. Stillwaterite had given him lessons, of course, but other than that, he was balancing precariously on the edge of magical space ********>
"What little things?" Alabaster asked cheerfully. "Are you one of them?" he added, just to be obnoxious, though his wide, bright smile was still plastered into place.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2018 11:10 am
Sinoite just stared at Alabaster.
"Or he didn't want you. Generals can be pretty picky about their recruitments." Again, it wasn't like he had a choice. Zircon didn't choose him like she did for Sweetite. He was an accident and walked the fine lines of being dead at any moment for uselessness and keeping himself alive by completing his missions.
"Good, then you can round them up faster then I can?" The smile was returned with a razor sharp edge from the purple haired man, his hand gesturing towards the small youma's that darted through out the park.
At the other lieutenants comment, Sin cocked a hip, his smile actually shifting into a grin. "Yeah, Alabastard. I'm one of the little things." He waited, "Round me up."
He ******** dared you too.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2018 6:44 pm
Alabaster just smiled back."Don't be stupid," he replied breezily, although admittedly he'd had this very same thought that he'd promptly dispensed of because who wouldn't want him? "I'm quite a catch, thank you very much. Strong, confident, appealing, and frankly, I'm damn good looking, so really, there's nothing about me that isn't unawantable."
He flashed the man a bright, lazy smile, though Alabaster's eyes darted towards the tiny little youmas currently scurrying about. They really were kind of daunting; he didn't really want to deal with any of them, because what on earth was Sinoite here for if not to do all the dirty work for him?
Round me up.
His eyes cut to the other man, feeling a strange pulse of pure adrenaline. Alabaster arched one brow, stepping closer, lifting his cane; he placed it against the underside of Sinoite's jaw, tilting his chin up in spite of the fact that the other was an inch or so taller than he was.
"Not my type, sorry," said Alabaster airily. "Find someone else, cowboy."
He dropped the cane, swaggering towards the youma without a care in the world.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2018 11:35 am
"Sounds a bit narcissistic." Dude probably told himself that in the shower every day. Who was Sinoite to judge a man for building up his self confidence. Wait who was he kidding? He was a true Zircon recruit, and his judgement was swift and rapid.
His jaw ticked at being touched by the man's fancy do-da cane, but he kept his body relaxed and smile ambiguous.
"Can't handle me, is what you mean?" Sinoite snorted as the man walked away, stepping after him. A small thrum beat somewhere in his body, but he ignored it. It had been a long time, he told himself.
Attraction to someone was about as useless as his weapon in this war. "Then you better get to rounding up the small boys eh?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2018 7:12 pm
If someone looked up narcissistic in the dictionary, they would find a picture of Narcissus himself, followed by a grand portrait of none other than Steele Moore aka Lieutenant Alabaster stamped beside it. He knew this, of course, but it wasn't about to stop him, since really, he was pretty damn amazing and he knew this.
He also knew that the way Sinoite was looking at him was confusing as hell and Steele was not going to think about that.
He was, however, going to debate smacking the other Lieutenant across the head with his cane, but this seemed a bad way to start off the partnership they were both being forced into. Alabaster's eyes flickered momentarily across the young man's face, his gaze narrowing a little.
Can't handle me?
What a double entendre that is, Alabaster thought, and spun the cane around in his hand, dragging his gaze towards the small creatures currently flurrying around the edges of the trees. What kind of game is this, anyway? I'm not playing.
"You mean, I don't handle," said Alabaster airily. He made a face.
"Aren't you going to help?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2018 7:51 pm
His weapon was summoned and rang twice, the sound startling and entracing some of the creatures. Something he had found in his time of Alabaster being late. Most of the small creatures gathered around beyond the stubborn ones that would not be fooled by the pretty sound of jingle bells.
"Won't handle me, because you're scared." Sinoite wasn't sure why it bothered him that Alabaster didn't seem interested but he was prone to being uninteresting to most people, wasn't he? Not many found a whimsical painter interesting.
He barely had made an impression on Zircon, and even then, he was constantly fighting for the spot that Sweetite was held in.
"Not my fault you're shitty cane is useless." He waited, "Or that your excellence isn't appealing to even the weakest members of the negaverse." The bell was rung again, and they lined up neatly around the lieutenants.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2018 4:57 pm
Alabaster ignored the bizarre, jolting sensation in the pit of his stomach. "I'm extremely offended by that statement," he said airily, twirling his cane around with all the care in the world of someone talking about the weather. "I'm not scared of anything."
This was, of course, a big fat lie, but that was beside the point. Alabaster was not going to get into the semantics of this whole excursion with a man who was trying to get him to admit to stupid things and who was making him feel weirdly off balance.
The bells were given a long, long look while Alabaster tried to figure out what the actual ******** was probably a bad idea, since approximately ten seconds later, one of the smaller youma came streaking towards him and latched onto his legs. He gave a yelp of annoyance and surprise, stumbled sideways, crashed into Sinoite, and almost knocked the both of them over in the process.
"What the hell is wrong with you," Alabaster snarled, as though this had been Sinoite's fault, trying to extricate himself. "My excellence appeals to everybody."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2018 8:23 am
"Don't look offended." Sinoite was busy keeping the rest of youma in line. His free hand came to brush at purple hair, pushing it back away from his face. He saw Alabaster eyeing his bells and grinned back. "You're staring at me with a mighty thirsty look there, Alabastard." He didn't shake the bell when one of the little youma's rebelled, heading for the dapper mans pants leg.
He didn't expect the interaction to go with the man practically running to him and crashing into him, but here they were, with hia arms around Alabaster's. First to hold himself up, and second, if they went down, he was flipping the man to be the cushion under his fall.
"Nothing's wrong with me you pansy." Sinoite pushed a hand on Alabasters chest, trying to hide the fact that he was clearly attracted to the man. The comment though made his eyes roll so far back in his head.
"Did you eat a starseed before you came today? What the hell general thought it was smart to give a narcissistic pompous-are you going to get up?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2018 8:19 pm
Hypothetically, it was possible that Alabaster was going to strangle Sinoite through a combination of outrage, disbelief, annoyance, and a clear and yet aggravating desire to prove himself as capable even though he knew damned well he was about as capable as an elephant in toe shoes.
But Sinoite didn't need to know that. Sinoite just needed to believe that Alabaster was as good as he claimed to be, and all would be right with the world. Then after, he'd be able to (hopefully) scrape as much moolah and other goodies from the damned lieutenant possible, because that was what Alabaster did. He connived, he schmoozed, he sweet talked, he did everything but actually fling himself into burning buildings to get what he wanted.
Mostly because his hair and his suits would be ruined in a fire, and Alabaster was devoted, but not that devoted.
Or that thirsty, whatever the hell that meant. Alabaster's chest gave a funny twinge, and he glowered over at Sinoite, lips parting in an almost comical expression of outrage. "I believe you're making things up," he said indignantly. "I'm not looking at you like anything."
This little brat.
The hand on his chest that pressed him back made him wish he hadn't stumbled into the damned man in the first place. Alabaster's normally charismatic, charmed expression dropped to reveal one of annoyance instead, the facade fading. "Stop calling me a pansy - as for narcissistic, there's nothing wrong with liking how I look, and I know I look damn good - ouch!"
One of the youma had snapped at his ankle. Alabaster staggered, kicking out with a squawk of protest.
"Why do we have to deal with these little bastards, they're on our side, aren't they?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2018 8:05 pm
Sinoite wouldn't believe Alabaster's words if they came from a god themselves. Instead the artist lieutenant kept his creatures in line and ignored the wild flailing of his supposed partner of the evening. If his eyes rolled any harder, Sinoite would be right into Zircon's house suffering from whiplash trauma.
"Yeah okay buddy." Sinoite moved his hand up from the chest on the fancy nega suit and up to his hair, pushing it away from his face. "And here you are still. Holding on to me." It was all very cliche and stupid but the artist wasn't going to admit first that the man was attractive.
The last thing he needed was to mix business and casual in the NEGAVERSE. It was practically saying HEY ZIRCON, I GOT GAY FEELINGS OF NEEDING TO BAND A DUDE IN A SUIT. and then watching Zircon rip his little boy parts out and feeding it to the youma and reminding him that his place in the negaverse was serving her.
His brow raised when Alabaster refused to move still and one of the little youma's took a bite at his ankle. The way they were, Sinoite couldn't ring the bells and so he was totally okay with the man suffering for the misfortune.
"Do I like I know why I am walking Nega's pets today?" he sarcastically rolled out, "We're the bottom of the barrel right now buddy, get off me so I can get up..." He started shifting under the man, trying to slide his lankier long form out from under the blonde.
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