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 Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 7:27 pm
While the Rift didn't have issues like blizzards or monsoons, the one weather it did have was electrical storms. Most often this was a constant roaring of crackling chaotic energy overhead and didn't keep anyone from going about their day from citadel, Colosseum, infirmary, or barracks. However, today was particularly grim and the electrical charges were sparking off wildly and kicking up a sparking wind about the place that left him waiting out by the doors and wishing he could be outside in Destiny City where even rain would feel nice and safe.
Instead, he stood by the doors looking out unable to head back to the barracks, and let his tail sway slowly as he wondered if he should just find a empty office to lay down in for the night.
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2019 9:50 am
He didn't spend quite as much time in the Rift as he probably should as an agent...but truth be told he didn't spend as much time as an agent as he probably should. He wasn't too concerned to be honest, seeing as he often met his quota, but he did little else and didn't expose himself to much else outside of that one task. If one was looking for dedication to the Negaverse...well, his was sort of a mechanical dedication.
Still, today he felt he could get some uninterrupted sparring practice in so here he was. Now sort of...trapped because the electrical storms seemed to have gotten a bit out of hand. He approached the other figure by the door as he ran a hand through his hair.
"You stuck?" he muttered, now staring out into the purple-y horizon. "This sucks."MoonKitsune I knew I forgot one. lol Sorry.
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2019 10:48 am
"He looked to the other officer and nodded. "Yeah. Seems to be of a electrical flare-up. Hopefully it passes in the next 20 minutes. I wanted to head to the barracks and get some dinner before it got too late." He admitted.
"Are you busy heading somewhere?" He asked politely, deciding small talk now was as good as any to help pass the time.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2019 4:02 pm
He made a face. "I don't spend enough time here so I've never seen on before...but again, this sucks." The lieutenant squinted into the distance, though of course he didn't see much beyond the extra purple cloudiness and electric flare-up. "Twenty whole minutes, huh?" He huffed and took a seat right at the door.
"Not busy, but I was gonna find an empty space to set up some dummies and do some sparring." He set his chin on his hand and stared off into the distance; the storm was rather fascinating to watch, now that he took a second to really watch it. "Hey, when you say dinner do you mean like some kinda buffet or...?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2019 6:33 am
"Oh, not really. Whatever rations are available and there for the day. I don't have the ability to go out and get my own food yet so it's whatever they have there. Nothing fancy but it's the barracks Soup. Sandwiches. Uh, I guess meat?" It looked like some kinda mix of meat. He didn't want to know.
"Do you train often? Do you have a sparring partner?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2019 4:32 am
Cam made a little face at the slim pickings the other listed and figured it'd be better (and probably safer for his stomach if they served some kind of mystery meat here) if he ate at home instead. "I guess it's one of those things we should be grateful they have at all," he sighed.
"I try to train as often as I can, but probably not as often as I should be? Between meeting my quotas, a full time jobs, and...well, having a life? It's hard to make the time sometimes." He paused then and glanced over at the other, and he blinked. "As for a sparring partner, no. Not usually. Name's Carminite, by the way. You are...?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2019 7:15 pm
"Honestly. I don't know how I could survive otherwise. It's not like I'm a full youma who doesn't eat at all. Though...." He paused, reaching up with one hand to idly scratch at one elbow. "....I do crave certain foods once in a while. Miss having some of the nicer things in life. Not that I am not grateful but - you know. Food cravings. Your stomach having a mind and all." He admitted, staring out at the storm and then back to the officer.
"Oh, Hello Carminite. I'm Vitriol." He offered his hand slowly. The most he could do is have someone shake his claws or a thumb or however else.
..having a life.
"Well, it must be hard to juggle it all. It is still showing a effort for you to spend your time here helping. Even practicing to spar is a way to help you stay alive so that all that effort can go somewhere." What else was there to talk about? What was he studying? He didn't have much to relate to that. This was life in the mundane human world. Place for him to go, to breath, and to set his sights upon for his future. He cared that he lived, could survive, and could continue with his life just as much as any other agent, but it was not a topic of much interest.
Was that bad of him?
"How long have you been a agent?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2019 3:05 pm
Cam gave an amused huff, a knowing smile spread onto his face when Vitriol started talking about food cravings. "I know what that feels like," he said with a little nod, "can't imagine how frustrating it must be for you when you get one of those." He glanced over at the half-youma and blinked at his offered hand. Or...claw. He took it regardless, ignoring the strange feeling of shaking a claw instead of a hand. "Good to meet you, and I hope someone has offered to help you out when you get a food craving."
He went back to staring out into the storm as the other spoke, and in the end he sort of shrugged. He could imagine his struggles weren't entirely something a half-youma could relate to, so he appreciated the effort he went to in order not to dismiss them. "Thanks. 'I try' is probably the best I can call the effort I put in."
Truthfully there was little overlap between them when it came to the small talk required to keep up conversations like this, so he didn't really mind the brief quiet that settled until the other came up with another question. He kept his eyes on the storm as he sighed.
"Too long to still be a lieutenant," was his reply. "Going on three years now. What about you?"MoonKitsune I nearly quoted Vitriol.. rofl
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2019 7:18 pm
"Oh, just a few months. Still kind of adjusting to everything. It's a big change." He admitted, through it was more a change in not only body, but how things were since when he last was an agent. Despite so much being familiar, being unchanging and just as ancient as the world it came from, the people were changed. There were many he never met, people he didn't see anymore, and he was left wishing he knew more of his old friends. His old family. Still, he was meeting people and regaining the contacts he had lost years ago. It was nice to be able to have even the barest connections again.
He missed it.
He needed it.
Carminite has become an officer in the time he was away. He would know nothing of him and know even less of those before him. They were ghosts just as he was.
It felt like cheating to be given a new name and a new appearance. He could talk and pretend everything was okay. That he hadn't abandoned anyone. His shame was hidden only to everyone else he met.
Fiddling with his claws, he looked out at the storm, trying to find something else to talk about. He didn't want to talk about food since that would make him hungry and he didn't want to mention he didn't get anyone to get him snacks. Then he'd feel pitiful and a burden if the other offered. He couldn't pay anyone back right now. Not without money.
"Do you.....work in any branch?" Office talk. Was this being too boring? Faustite had criticized him for not being more social and being dismissive.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2019 10:33 am
He nodded, recalling his own adjustments to life as agent when he first started out. "It'll take a little bit of time. You'll get used to it though, the responsibilities and all. It must be a little harder for you 'cause...well." He gestured at the other. "Making that change couldn't have been easy." He personally couldn't imagine it...with everything he had going in his life now, having to fully restart as essentially a different being was hard to fathom.
"I've been GenOps, kinda prefer to stay in it. I've always been the odd jobs type, so the varied work is attractive to me."
He personally didn't mind talking shop with someone he technically worked with. It was easier for him, really. Safe, impersonal...
"Do you have a branch you'd prefer to join? Or is it too soon for you to make that kinda decision?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2019 7:20 am
"I'd like to join Special Operations. I tend to like fighting more and am not good enough with figuring people out to get information from them. I can't really do delicate work. I feel more useful in a battle and out in Destiny City then in an office." It admitted. Even Faustite was working on having it be more well read and it was having a hard time focusing on the dry literature he was assigning it.
"But for now when I can't go out, I've been liking doing the random jobs around here. It's helping me remember the layout of things and meet new faces. I think it's helping people to see a half-youma around. Most people I talk to don't even know what I am and ask me a million questions. I had someone in the offices ask me if I was a well trained personal youma." He said with a embarrassed chuckle. It had been a bit awkward to explain he had been a person and wasn't someone's own, summoned youma here to help with paperwork.
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2019 11:35 am
Carminite listened with genuine interest etched on his face, as it'd been a while since he'd spoken to an agent about such things. He had a tendency to keep to himself, even here, though if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't specifically following a General he likely wouldn't have been so...lucky. "Special Operations, huh?" He recalled that old meeting with the new head of that division back when he was still a fresh new face and he mentally shuddered.
"I find work in SpecOps to be the hardest for me, personally." It was a quiet admission, slipped in between his explanations. When talk of being a half-youma popped up he glanced over, blinking. "I guess some people are just slow on the uptake. I kinda just guessed to be honest, since you and I are holding a conversation and all. Has it been hard, re-adjusting and having to re-learn everything?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2019 8:24 pm
"Yes, I suppose so. I'm not very good with my body at the moment, but time and training will take care of that. I've been told at least. And I'm getting familiar with people more and more each day. There are still plenty of people I've never met so I try to make the rounds and see who might be coming and going for errands and quota dropoffs." It said as he regarded Carmnite.
"You're smarter than some to make that assumptions. What do you like best about Special Operations? Do you have any projects you are working on?" It asked.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2019 2:13 pm
"It probably will," he said rather confidently, eyes once again on the storm before them. Compared to when they first ran into each other it seemed calmer. Not calm enough to safely walk through, granted, but calmer all the same. "It sounds like you're doing pretty well, though. That's good. Now all you need is someone to help you get a hold of foods that you crave once in a while. No need to fully let go of that side of yourself."
He sighed and, when the question came, he narrowed his eyes a bit. "Right now? No projects. Just...floating. I probably should see about getting assigned to a General for that kinda thing. As for SpecOps..."
The lieutenant left his sentence there for a moment, gathering his thoughts on what he knew of the branch and the sorts of things that they did. "As for SpecOps, I don't know if there's any one thing I like best? I think it's good that there's a branch dedicated to going to such extremes for our cause, but I wouldn't have the stomach to do what they could potentially be asked to do."
"You joined it 'cause you like the combat aspect, yeah? What about the rest of it?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2019 10:12 am
It stared back, it did not smile but remained quiet a moment. Special Operations. While they were tasked to be brutal and do whatever was asked of them, it knew that torture might come up at some point. It knew it could do it, but it came close to something far into the core of its being that it didn't want to address it.
The feelings of those two it had strapped to that chair were still fresh. The long aching of a life now dead. The payment of its fixations.
And then, despite the moments of disgust, the moments where it felt good. Between bile the flickering sensations of pleasure.
"I can do the rest." It finally said.
"Do you have a General in mind? Do you know many?"
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