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 Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 6:28 pm
Sinoite was in the park, minding his own business, enjoying a quiet night of negaverse activities since he apparently had no quota's to gather for the week.
It had gotten back to Zircon about the behavior that Sin had suffered, and from there, a report had been made and sent to Alabaster's overseerer. Did that make Sinoite a tattle tale?
No.
Just made him thorough in his reports and Zircon had seen it, as she was ALSO thorough. So instead, he was spending his evening sketching. It just felt more natural to be out on Sinoite in the evenings rather then Ashley so that he didn't have to suffer another negaverser's attack.
It did leave him open to order attacks though.....but no aura's flared to life and that was good.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 8:08 pm
He'd been reprimanded.
He'd been reprimanded, and not only that, but he'd been punished and forced to do actual work; which, for someone like Alabaster, was an incredibly big deal. He didn't do work. He hired other people to do the work for him.
He did not gather energy like some common help.
Except that he did, and he had, because that was his duty apparently as a Negaverse lieutenant. His legacy was going to lay in the fact that he was now some b***h boy for Chaos, and his suit was probably going to get ruined, and he was never going to catch a Zapdos, and it was all that damn Sinoite's fault.
It wasn't technically, but at the same time, it absolutely was.
Alabaster found the man in question sitting on a park bench, which he hadn't actually during his latest energy gathering excursion. Truth be told, he'd been wandering around aimlessly looking for someone to drain when he'd caught wind of the power signature, and now he found none other than Benedict Arnold himself, hunched over with a sketchpad in his lap, purple head bent low.
Alabaster glowered at him. Then marched over, rounded the bench to stand in front of him, and folded his arms across hist chest, glowering down at the lieutenant.
"Good evening, Sinoite," he said through gritted teeth, a false smile plastered across his face. "Fancy meeting you here."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2018 8:25 pm
He felt the aura from a mile away, but it didn't change his positioning nor his attention from the drawing. To be honest, he was sketching his general portrait from memory. Zircon had interesting faces and interesting way of carrying herself, so while he feared her, he also respected her.
The pad was almost touching his nose as he tried to do the lines for her legs, something about her missing one threw him off and he didn't think he did her just by covering it with her weapon.
He gritted his teeth a bit before the fall of footsteps, with a incoming aura snapped him out of the lull that was artist attention span. The pencil came to halt at the voice.
A page flipped, and then it started up again, purple gaze rising to look at the man.
"Good evening Alabaster." Sinoite smiled innocently at the man, even as he started a rough sketch of the lawyers false smile plastered on his face. It was probably his favorite. "I don't know if fancy is the word I would use. Been busy this week?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 9:16 am
The man was staring so hard at a sketchpad that Alabaster wasn’t entirely sure why his face wasn’t imprinted onto it. He caught a glimpse of a surly face with short hair before the page was flipped back, and Sinoite glanced up at him, looking unfairly - and aggravatingly - unfazed by Alabaster’s appearance.
Everything was Sinoite’s fault. This was going to be his new motto.
“Don’t give me that little smile of yours,” Alabaster said accusingly, gesturing with a gloved finger in the lieutenant’s direction. “Acting all innocent. And I’ll have you know that I have been busy, which you very well know, because you’re the one who picked me up and threw me under the bus.”
He almost wanted to smack the sketchpad out of Sinoite’s lap, but even that seemed vaguely immature for Alabaster. But only a little. It was, however, infuriating to see how blase and unconcerned the other seemed to be about the whole situation, when Alabaster was worked up about it because he’d had to work.
Work was effort.
“You told someone I was late,” Alabaster said, glowering at Sinoite. “It wasn’t like I was an hour late, a few minutes is a few minutes. What’d you have to go tell someone for?”
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 12:19 pm
Sinoite wasn't unfazed by Alabaster's appearance to be honest. There was always a tickle of appreciation and lust in his belly when he saw the other lieutenant. Man looked good in a suit. Probably looked okay out of one. Actually, Alabaster, much like his name, would probably be a good subject for modeling.
To bad he was a d**k.
"I'll give you whatever I want." Sin smiled again, even as he darkened some of the lines around the man's sketched face. "Hard to pick up a grown man and throw him under a bus, especially since i haven't seen said grown man for the last week. You know, I've been busy enjoying some leisure time."
He stopped sketching and then looked up as serenely as possible. "I filled out the report like my general likes. She's a stickler for details that are pertinent to the mission, no matter how lowly or unnecessary they seem. What she does with report after is no consequence to me. Perhaps you should be careful about being late next time." He tapped pencil on the pad, "I hear that your general was quick with reprimanding and I find that refreshing. Perhaps you have a tighter leash then you think."
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 4:23 pm
It was maddening the way that Sinoite was acting so calm about this. Alabaster himself was probably more worked up than he should have been, but this was just being a traitor. The damned guy had clearly thought only of himself - a sentiment that Alabaster could frankly understand - but that didn't mean he had to sacrifice Alabaster to do it.
He was resisting an urge to throttle him. Also an urge to figure out what the hell he meant by I'll give you whatever I want, which momentarily threw him off guard. Alabaster stared at him, then narrowed his blue eyes, a scowl overtaking the usual charismatic, bright white grin normally on his face.
"I don't know who your general is, but she's not my general," Alabaster said irritably. "She can be a stickler for details about your a**, but mine doesn't belong to her, or you, or anyone. And besides," he added, somewhat flippantly, straightening with his arms still folded across his chest, "I don't need a general."
He made a snorting sound in the back of his throat that Rob would have rolled his eyes at. "Stillwaterite isn't a general, she's..." He wasn't actually sure what she was. "Well, better than yours, that's for sure. But she doesn't keep me on a leash," he added, the insinuation making him outraged. "I'm not a dog."
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2018 8:08 pm
Of course he had to sacrifice Alabastard. If he could hear the thoughts reeling in the schoomoze's face, which he could, because Alabaster wasn't wearing his cocky grin at the moment. He smiled serenely at the loss of words at his comment and continued sketching, angling the planes of the man's face and furrowing the eyebrows a bit.
"General's are everyones General's Alabaster." Sinoite gave the man a pity filled sigh. "Something you should learn sooner rather then later, now shouldn't you? Well....actually you already have, since your higher up seem to have set you right, didn't she?" There was a small glee for whoever Stillwaterite was.
"Need and want or assigned are all different. I didn't want to be assigned to a b***h duty with you, and you show up late, but look where we are now." Sin's pencil came up and waved in a circle, "She probably should." He angled the pencil and then casually added a leash to the man's portrait on the sketch pad.
"While you're a lieutenant, Alabaster, you are nothing more then a dog." Sinoite frowned, erased some lines. "You aren't a god."
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2018 6:32 pm
"What kind of logic is that?" Alabaster snarled, dropping all pretense now. "My general is not your general and your general is not my general. Just because someone's a higher rank doesn't meant that they're suddenly everyone else's business."
He was growing rapidly more annoyed, if only because Sinoite was just giving him that calm look, his expression entirely relaxed, almost amused. Alabaster half wanted to wipe it off of his face for him, but that would likely involve hitting, and that would hurt, so he disregarded this thought almost immediately.
"Did you just call me a b***h?"
The outage was still there, except slightly misdirected now, because Alabaster was, at heart, a vain person, and he couldn't help but fixate on the slight about his personality and / or his appearance, because really, he was a damn good looking person and Sinoite was a...brat.
An annoyingly interesting brat, but still a brat. Alabaster scowled.
"I never said I was a god, only that I was great," he said crossly. "Clean out your ears, Jingles."
A pause.
"What are you drawing?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2018 4:43 pm
Steele had a lot to say, so once he stopped the stream of babbles, Sinoite smiled and turned the drawing pad of a very dolled up collared with a studded chain picture of Steele.
"A b***h."
Mic drop.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2018 6:55 pm
There was a long, long moment in which Alabaster grappled with two things:
a) Sinoite really was an excellent artist
and
b) He kinda looked good in that art
Both of these things were pushed aside in favor of Alabaster stomping forward and doing the only thing he knew how to do physically and which was what he tended to do when Rob was being particularly stubborn - which was grab Sinoite in a headlock.
"You a*****e."
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2018 7:05 pm
"Hey, HEY there buddy." Sinoite thought he would go for the sketchpad, he protectively curled it against his chest.
Instead his head was pulled into a headlock by the blonde man and the lavender gent made a gasp sound.
"Get off you violent...." He let the pad fall, pushing at Steele's arm to get it to move. "If you want the picture it's gonna have a hefty fee due to this reaction."
Although his head was nice placed against the man's ribs so it wasn't TOO bad. He'd fight dirty if he had too.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2018 7:26 pm
He probably should have gone after the sketchbook, but instead he was debating how much trouble he would get in from Stillwaterite if he strangled another lieutenant.
Not that he was actually going to do that, but he could at least pretend - and by pretend, he meant give him a headlock and then noogie the top of his lavender haired head, which was exactly what he did a second later, Alabaster digging fingers into that stupidly pretty hair.
"Who says I want it?" he growled. "I want it destroyed, jerk."
He was ignoring everything else about this situation.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2018 8:05 pm
"You're reaction to the drawing!" Sinoite hated the noogie and hands that were digging in his hair, making his body heat just a bit more.
He hated the reaction and loved it at the same time.
Instead arms came around the man, gripping him in a tight bear hug in return.
At first the arms stayed at the waist and then they moved down.
"I could destroy you instead." Sin grinned, waiting for Alabasters typical reaction to his come ons.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2018 7:23 pm
Alabaster made a noise of abject protest that was probably a little strangled sounding.
"I was reacting the way any normal human being would react, you absolute - "
But Sinoite's arms had come up around him, locking around his waist, and Alabaster all but froze, feeling those arms (why were they so strong, it wasn't like Sinoite was some muscle head) move lower down his body, something in Alabaster's stomach fluttering.
What. The Hell.
His thoughts screeched to a halt like a train veering off track and promptly colliding with a tree.
"What," said Alabaster, in as calm and neutral a voice as possible,"exactly."
And that was as far as he got.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 10:01 pm
Hands fell down to the a** and grabbed them.
Quite fondly too.
"Awww, It seems you do have an off button." Sinoite grinned and then squeezed again.
"Buns of Steele eh?"
har har the jokes.
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