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 Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2019 12:19 pm
There wasn't much to do in the barracks but as a permanent resident, there was work. Considering he was now ranked as dirt in the heiraechy, he knew he had to work three times as hard to regain any semblance of a good name. Anything he could do and anything to fill his time was welcomed.
A sign was hung on the shower entrance in large and crude marker as Wolframite sat on the ground. His coat was taken off and rested on a bench while he scrubbed with a large scrub brush against the tiles. The smell of lemon from a bucket of hot water filled the room. He had no other clothes aside the one pair he came with and so his uniform was the only cleaning attire he had. Behind him his tail swept back and forth and occasionally his nails would catch on the tile and scrape harshly, sending a high-pitched shriek that made him wince.
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2019 9:49 am
Wolfeite only visited the barracks out of necessity, rather than actual desire or wanting. He disliked having to be tied to a place he deemed to be, in his mind, relatively useless; his own room there was sparse and entirely undecorated, with only the barest essentials - and even then, it seemed more like an empty space than anything else. He kept it merely out of habit and from the occasional need to have a place to bring people, and that was it.
He stood now in the doorway to the showers, watching the youma clean.
It was a bizarre and slightly unsettling sight. It was clearly a youma, or half youma, with large, furred arms and long, sharp claws, but it was the ears and the tail that had given Wolfeite pause. They were all too familiar with his own appearance, and something about that knowledge grated at him.
He hadn't said anything; hadn't even made his presence known, but had simply stood and watched for the better part of five minute snow, golden eyes narrowed in suspicion and a flat, uncompromising distaste.
"Who are you?" he said, and his voice was low and graveling.
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2019 2:43 pm
He hadn't heard the other arrive and even if he had better senses, it didn't help anything when surrounded by lemon-fresh springtime breeze soap. Cleaning also meant he was off in his own mind, thinking somewhere distantly about the current state of the Negaverse, the goals set in place for him, and what he could do now to somehow make that more attainable.
That was until he heard a voice and startled, turning to look over at a pair of boots and then up at a clearly half-youma. It was, however, one he had met before. Briefly, but that was when he was Gevaudan, and that was not information he could share with just anyone. No. As far as the other knew, he was some stranger.
"Ah....I'm Vitrol." He said, looking about before slowly rising up to his feet. His back was tight and his knees hurt, but he dropped the scrub brush and towel into a bucket. "The bathroom is getting cleaned. Sorry. I should be done soon I think though."
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2019 3:37 pm
It was not a name he recognized, though Wolfeite's eyes still narrowed, the mask around his face concealing the better half of his expression, which was not pleasant. It grew steadily more unpleasant as the other continued to speak, and Wolfeite felt something like anger rising in his blood.
He stepped forward, directly onto the place Vitriol had just been cleaning.
"You are cleaning?" he repeated, and Wolfeite's ears had flattened back against his head of wild hair, tangled in long masses down his back. "You're cleaning the barracks like some lowly lieutenant that doesn't know any better?"
His clawed hands were curling into his palms, stinging.
"You're very clearly a youma. What the hell are you doing?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2019 3:47 pm
He stared back, ears going back at being yelled at as if he was doing something wrong here when the other was just stepping over the floor he just cleaned.
"I am a lieutenant and a half-youma. It was a job given to me to do today and I'm doing it. I know better than to not do what I was ordered."
He looked back down at the man's boots and back up. It took him such a long time to clean up and now he wouldn't be done as early as he had hoped. The smell of the cleaner had already been hard enough on his nose.
"Am I missing something?" Did he not follow some sort of protocol?
Somewhere he had been hoping that, without Wolfeite knowing who he was as he was now a agent again, that he might have a new chance at making a better impression. Apparently not and he felt his heart sink a little at that. At least he wasn't asking to pet him like before, but it didn't seem to have made any difference. What made this man happy in the end?
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2019 6:39 pm
Wolfeite could feel the irritation thrumming in his veins. He wanted a starseed, wanted to feel the crunch of it between his teeth, the burning adrenaline rush that would make his blood sing, and make his heart beat faster; a reckless and wild thing that only violence could soothe.
"The Negaverse likes to pretend that creatures such as you and I are somehow lesser beings," Wolfeite bit out through his teeth. "That we are subservient to their whims and their natures. Perhaps you are only a lieutenant and cannot be allowed to do as you wish, but I would presume you would want to do more than just..."
His lip curled, teeth flashing. "Cleaning up after others."
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2019 7:14 pm
He stared back at him. "I'm not a lesser being. I'm the same rank as any other lieutenant. I just happen to live in the barracks and for that I feel I should be at least working to do my part for the resources used on me. Anyways, it keeps me busy and shows I'm not wasting my time when I have nothing else to do." He looked over at the snarling officer and something inside him called in return.
His ears perked and he felt a need to respond.
"And I use this bathroom. It's others and me. Someone has to do it. Who do you think maintains this place? Magic feral youma pixies?" He said, staring back at him, and took a step forward. "Why are you angry?"
He stepped closer again. "What's so bad about taking orders? Sit. Stay. Kneel." He listed.
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