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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 11:22 am
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Having finished his projects and homework for the evening, Hydor made the executive decision to go out and patrol that night. He did not exceptionally want to, as he never particularly did, but the drive to patrol had increased due to recent events. Plus, perhaps he could gather some more information about what was around him, about the side that thought they were in the right despite the fact that they made a habit of--
Hydor took in a deep, heavy breath, and let it out with an almost agitated sigh. He felt the Chaotic aura nearby. It felt like it was a similar level to him, though that did not mean much, considering the encounter he had only a few days ago with that ******** clown from hell--
He flexed his fingers, clenched a hand into a fist.
Perhaps he would just stay put and let them come to him.
Perhaps if he did not move, they would not opt to instantly opt for hostility, grabbing his hand or swinging at him incomprehensibly in an attempt to steal his energy reserves or his starseed.
Just to make sure that he could not be snuck up on, Hydor pressed his back to the nearest wall and waited.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 4:13 pm
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It seemed he was right. Hydor stayed against the wall, waiting as he felt the aura continue to move. He was fairly sure the pressure was getting closer. While the aura was not necessarily growing stronger, he had learned that the sickness that was Chaos seemed to only increase as its followers came closer to him.
Perhaps it was just his own perception, though.
Eventually, the lieutenant would find a suited man who stood at six feet and one inch of grumpiness and lack of amusement, a brow quirking at her as she approached.
As she came closer, he was able to confirm his own suspicions. The lack of interest in her outfit hinted to Sailor Hydor that he was indeed feeling a lieutenant, someone of the same basic power level as he. Thankfully, she did not have the makeup on of some kind of demented military clown from hell, so Hydor let his form relax just a little. No clowns. No Lieutenant Clownite or whatever the ******** his name actually was--
He did not dare speak or even raise an arm to say hello, keeping his back against the wall and watching her. What was her intention? What was her game? Would this be a peaceful encounter or a violent one?
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2018 9:34 am
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Was she seriously pointing at him?
Did she have any idea what he even was? She did not know where the presence she sensed came from? It did, at least, confirm to Hydor that they all had this ability to sense auras; he was uncertain if such a thing was restricted to their side, though what he had seen had hinted that it was not. How new was this woman? The fact that he could sense the presence of other superpowered people was one of the first things he had picked up on...
"Yes?" questioned Hydor, with a quirked brow, tilting his head at her. "If you sensed the presence of another being, it is likely you sensed me."
And he had sensed her, which was why he had stayed put, back against the wall.
If she was this new, it seemed unlikely this would be a very useful encounter for him. If Hydor had been hoping to get much in the way of information out of this woman, that hope had just been dashed. At least she did not seem to be resorting to violence at the moment, though.
Just ... finger-pointing.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2018 7:16 am
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The dude was taking a while to answer and if she were Adaline and not this-- Blondie called her Anatase, then she would have whipped out her phone and started getting lost down her favorite rabbit hole. But no, she had a dumb tablet that wasn't nearly as functional as she thought it should be.
(But really, she just hadn't figured out how to use it fully.)
And yet, she'd pulled the pen open, somehow stumbled her way to the camera function and took a picture. The quality of said picture remained to be seen because Anatase squeaked in surprised and quickly returned the tablet to pen for and shoved it in her pocket.
"I don't pretend," she answered, truthfully, because she hadn't had to fight anyone yet. "What are you supposed to be anyway? And why are you wearing glasses? Isn't that like, a hazard? What happens if you get punched in the face or something?"
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2018 10:46 am
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What the hell was that thing she was taking out? Hydor watched her carefully as she took out what appeared to be a pen, which then became what appeared to be a tablet. Was that what the Negaverse used as their communication device? He thought the phone form factor was far more convenient than a tablet, but then again, if he had a tablet that could just ******** turn into a pen whenever it would probably be more conveni--
Did she just take a picture of him?
Hydor let out a quiet snarl, possibly disguised by the squeak that she gave at the same time. Why the hell was she taking pictures of him? His instinct was to grab the pen from her and snap it, but she shoved it into her pocket before he could get to it.
Why he oughta--
She did not pretend? Did that mean that she thought she was a better fighter than him or did she simply just not fight? It was a question that would have no answers, especially considering she just rambled on to something else, commenting on his glasses, of all things.
It was taking a lot for Hydor not just to screech that she needed to shut up.
"I need the glasses," replied Hydor, flatly. "The answer is to not get punched in the face. Who are you, anyway?"
Maybe he could make a note in the databases somewhere to avoid anyone with her name--
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2018 2:00 pm
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She looked taken aback by the swearing.
"Rude," Anatase huffed at him. Why were guys in funny outfits always so rude. If she thought about it for a moment, she'd likely come to the conclusion that it was a men problem but she was more focused on him being irritable.
And they said women were irrational and too emotional. Ha!
"Ugh, I would kill to be able to get to google right now," she mumbled, more to herself than to him because she was itching to look up the definition of brooding to use it to explain to him that he was, in fact, brooding.
"Why are you waiting in the dark like a creeper? Were you planning on jumping out and like-- ugh," she huffed, visibly shuddering at whatever her thought processes devolved into. "Shoulda known you were a bit of a creep!"
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2018 6:14 pm
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Hydor felt the crack of his hand against her face and on some level, it was satisfying. Feeling that crack, that reverberation, it was satisfying on some level in a way that perhaps would actually seem creepy.
However, he had no interest in pursuing her further. He had returned the response appropriate to her prying and her assumptions, appropriate to what she had made him recall, in his opinion, and he lowered his hand, relaxed some of the tension, leaning back on the wall once again for the moment. After a second or so of this, he shook out his hand as if it was throbbing; it was, a bit, but it was not necessarily throbbing enough for him to care beyond instinct.
"And you are invasive," snapped Hydor, narrowing his eyes at her. She could call him a bully if she wished. He did not actually care. He did not care what anyone else thought of him at all, really.
He especially did not care about anyone who would make--
His nostrils flared again, but this time, he cut it off with a long, deep breath out. He did not need to do that again. He had already let his anger overtake him once. Hydor needed to calm down before he got himself hurt.
Though the world would likely be better with one less soul-snatcher wandering--
He took the opening to back away from her, shifting so he could keep his eyes on her as he edged away to the right. "******** off."
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