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 Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2019 8:05 pm
It had been days, maybe a week, since one of his own had tried to kill him. He wasn't confused, or clueless, as to why. He knew just why...and he accepted the reason. He accepted his fault in this whole thing. At least this mess wasn't as bad as the one with Bazzite.
Just like with Bazzite, so long ago, things needed to be discussed. This time there would, thankfully, be no punishment for himself. He hadn't done anything wrong, at least not like back then. Everything now, everything which had built up to his own corrupted attacking him, had been a series of events that just happen to go bad. He hadn't planned it, though it had always been a possibility, none of it had been planned. This time he wasn't in the wrong...even though he felt like it. He'd taken risks with someone elses life, not to mention his own, but he'd had to...even if she'd never see it and understand. He had to make a decision and with little time to do so. Then he'd pulled her into the Rift again in the hopes of getting her out of her shell...and helping her, letting her meet others like herself - that had gone to hell swiftly.
Sighing as he moved about his kitchen, small scottish terrier trailing about his feet, the ashen blond went about getting drinks and something to eat for his guest and himself. They were due soon - too soon.
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Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2019 12:06 pm
A soft knock at the door, small, polite, almost edged with an apology for interrupting, but not quite. There was enough confidence of his ‘real’ life even now in his ‘civilian’ form, that the apology from his earlier years had been lost somewhere along the wayside. Zac was at the door. He had a small box in hand, not because he didn’t see the discussion that had to happen wasn’t important. But because he believed it was polite.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2019 6:43 pm
Lifting his head, from where he'd been pouring drinks, he set the tea kettle down onto the serving tray and made for the door. He wasn't alone, the little black terrier about his feet, his bangs were tucked behind his ears as he opened the door. "Zach." It was odd to greet the other as such, they didn't speak often like this, and perhaps it was odd for the other to not see him in uniform. He was dressed well, though casual, his socked feet and appearing smaller since he was't in uniform. He didn't look the dangerous General he could be.
"Come in. I was pouring some tea...and ignore Cadha. He just likes attention." Especially from new people. The living room was done in dark, warm, colors and filled with candles in various candle holders; as was the rest of the house. It was comfortable, Alexandre had a thing for comfort.
"Join me in the kitchen?" Nodding his head to what the other had brought, a smile turning is lips upwards as he moved aside to let the other in.
"We have a lot to discuss it seems...and it's best done like this I think." Rather than in uniform in a stuffy office with youma roaming in and out, and the potential for people interrupting or overhearing.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2019 7:39 am
He did his best to step carefully around the small, excited terrier, it was something like a dance with a few fumbling steps to try and avoid fragile toes. He gave a brief glance around, taking in the number of candles; the homey feel to the place and then nodded at the offer to follow into the kitchen. Some things translated rather well between uniform and civilian clothes, his propensity to be quiet at times was one of them, though his expressions were more readable without a half mask of fabric between the viewer and his own face. “Well…” He mused after a moment. “We could still have eavesdroppers, but, we can’t feel them coming this way.” His face was a pokerfaced when he suggested this, but never the less he moved to take a chair. His hand, the one that Bene….rather, that Alexandre would know was metal from their meetings in uniform, looked perfectly human in this state. Even wearing a Dusky grey button-down with it’s sleeves rolled to the elbow it just looked like, an arm. Though that was hardly what they’d come to discuss. “How is your… injury.” Zac said as he settled into his chair.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2019 10:26 pm
"Better. I can't say it's fully healed, that'll take some time, but it could have been worse." He was slow, delicate, in how he moved due to being injured. The tray he had was moved from the counter top and to the table, tea in a cup and a pot, and something else for himself. He wasn't a tea drinker, never had been, but as he took a seat he nodded once to the other.
"The only people to worry for are my elder cousin and a cat." At least right now. His cousin was an office so it wouldn't be too much of an issue, his cousin already knew he was injured. He just hadn't heard the how, yet, he knew it would come up in time.
"She's well I hope?" His thoughts turning to the cause for his own injuries, for the fact he'd be out of commission for a bit of time. He'd recover, in time, he'd hard worse and come back from it. It always just took time, and perhaps some energy or starseeds, he could find other things to do in the meantime. He wasn't entirely useless. endejester ::Gotta go back and reread his injuries before the next post...cause yeah.::
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2019 8:06 pm
“You do not have the best of luck with teams” He murmured, taking a cup and wrapping his hands around the cup, his right fingers made a soft ‘tink’ sound on the cup, but he still curled them around it, interlocking them as though the warmth soothed. “She is well enough, it was a grave thing she did. I am given to understand that youmification would be on the table… had it not been me that you called. I believe… she expected death though, welcomed it. Though I admit it would have been a fitting punishment, she possesses an amazing power, if we have a chance of finding in her, some loyalty…then we should. If she should try and leave us though, that would be out of the question.”
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2019 10:40 pm
"No, it would seem I don't. Some fault of my own of course is involved, that goes without say." But it wasn't all on his shoulders, he knew that. He did try his best with his team...but there was only so much you could do, that and he had his way of doing things. Some personalities simply didn't mesh. Watching the other his owns hands found his own glass, filled with juice of some sort. A slow sip was taken before he continued.
"You are correct, that would be on the table. That is why I went to you and not someone else. I wanted someone with a more level head." Someone calmer than some others, some who might act without thought or time to calm themselves.
"Death she would have indeed welcomed but it would have been a waste in potential. If we can make her loyal, as you said, she would be an asset in a battle. Something I tried to do and failed at I'm afraid. It was a risk but one I thought worth taking." Had he not taken the risk she wouldn't been hurt, nor would he have been, and perhaps they wouldn't be on such terms now. Perhaps she'd even be a loyal follower at his side.
"With youmafication off the table, as well as death, there are few things left. There are small youma...which can be planted into a persons mind so it can take control - keep them loyal. Not an idea I'm fond of, I rather find it disgusting and gross." Not to mention he disliked forcing things upon people, he liked people to have free will, but it was an option and he didn't know how the other felt about it.
Setting his drink down, as he'd been holding it in his hand the whole time, he shook his head a bit. "Either way someone else needs to take over as her commanding officer...and this needs to be kept silent. Some officers don't like corrupted senshi...I don't want someone to take it upon themselves to punish her." Or for it to cause someone to hate the corrupted senshi more, to perhaps act against any and all corrupted senshi. He would not let that happen if he could help it.
"Do you have ideas? Because I don't like the idea of a youma in the head and I'm not sure what may work on someone who has a death wish." He hadn't dealt with someone like that before, and hoped he would never have to again.
"You're ideas are most welcome."
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2019 6:53 am
He waited patiently while his statements were one by one, reiterated, particularly that It would be a waste of potential to loose her, and that there were few options left. He’d wondered of course what Alexandre would bring to the table…and the suggestion, though it was almost immediately brushed vaguely to one side made him grit his teeth. Youma? Small youma inside the heads of officers for the sake of obedience and loyalty as though Metalia could command none such of her own accord? The following ideas were not greatly better, ‘someone else taking over’ which meant some other general being handed her, with the knowledge that she’d likely find a way to get her wish to die from them… And as an alternative - heaven forbid, what a thought… keeping it secret. Zinkenite sighed. “We can hardly keep this secret. Those whom work with her have the right to know she has the potential to be more dangerous than it seems, people would have wit’s to give her credit for. The attempted assassination of a General is nothing to be brushed aside. “I’ll put her under the command of an officer in my chain, someone low ranking whom can report directly to me, that’s a start. She can suffer the humiliation of it and they will have a net work to ensure she stays out of trouble. Never mind that I can pull her wherever I wish her to be ultimately.” “Beyond that… She’s so ashamed of her scars, I believe you recall one of the punishments that I dealt to those whom had the gal to side with order senshi?” He arched an eyebrow pointedly… “I would suggest, that in this case you leave her a reminder, of the particular pain you yourself are going through.”
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2019 6:35 pm
"Of course, I do understand that. Normally I wouldn't even suggest handing her off to someone without informing them of her actions. I just worry, as I've said." he knew how some viewed corrupted senshi and he didn't want that dislike to befall her, especially with the knowledge of her actions against him. But it would be unfair to not let someone know, she was a risk - no other way to put it.
"That would work. Someone in your chain. I just ask that I can get reports on her progress. I do care for her well being and progress." He wanted to make sure she was not only flourishing as an officer but as a person, and he couldn't say which he was more interested in really. Both were important.
Tilting his head he nodded once. "I do. I very well remember that...." Biting on his bottom lip he smiled a bit then. It was a solution to an issue where most options were distasteful or impossible. "That would work I believe. A scar to match one that I'll have from her." In some sick way it was a way to bond...something which bound them together, nothing he figured she'd like to think about - ever. "It's the only option I'm really comfortable with. The hand perhaps? She'll heal and still be able to fence with the other hand - she's learned to use both hands." Something he was proud of, and the pride did color his words here.
"She'll make a good senshi once the loyalty issue is dealt with. She has promise and skill." Skill that didn't come after the Negaverse, as his own had, but she had been learning to use a weapon for years. It was just a fencing sword but it was more than most of them could do before joining.
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2019 9:41 am
“You may check in, she’ll have a file. As far as I’ve sen the records are fairly meticulous, especially if you can read sections that might be redacted for lower ranks.” His eyebrow quirked as he said this, but he implied no more of what might have been going through his mind as he gazed at the General. “You’ll make the mark.” He added firmly. “This is a punishment, on multiple levels. There are … multiple levels of failure here General.” His voice was soft but firm. “This… can’t happen again. I’m sure you know that.” “I’ve no doubt of her usefulness… not at all.”
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2019 11:11 am
"Good. II'll keep up on her progress." And hope, the whole time, for her to succeed. If she failed...that would not look good for him. He could only hope that under someone elses care she would become loyal, and not become a nail in his own coffin. It did feel like that - a coffin. It wasn't a feeling he liked, not in the slightest.
"Of course. I'm aware of that." Calm and cool. He knew he himself had failed as well. He had to do this as a punishment of sorts to himself as well, even if she never would understand that. She didn't need to know that, ever, and didn't need to know his past.
"Tell me when and I'll be there to carry out the punishment and we can move from there." She could get the help she would need and find out whom she would be answering to instead of him. She could heal, he could heal, and she could in time become more. "I hope to see her one day showing the other side just how talented she is." As he was sure she could deal them a good amount of damage in a fight.
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