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 Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2021 1:50 pm
The flametongued general found a cute boy in these halls once, weeks ago. Someone narrow and sharp and stupid and irresistibly charming in his own irksome way, and that fallow manner stoked his heart just a touch beyond his comfort. The Lieutenant loved to touch, though Faustite was untouchable for all his heat and kindled gyre, for all his smoke and soot and salt, but he wanted it anyway.
He told himself it was okay to want, even though it wasn't. So he told the boy to hunt. To search and learn and familiarize himself with the area. A small task, but of one great benefit to the one tasked.
And Faustite was thirsty for progress. For the balm of a thank you, for respect paid in obeisance.
The cindercraft boy descended crystal-hewn steps, into the geometric impossibilities spidering over one of the Citadel's more grandiose halls. He always postulated that it was a feasting hall, or some sort of war room, now long converted with a hundred thousand rounded tables and chairs into a nameless cousin to libraries and meeting rooms. As he entered the room proper, with one hand poised on his disappearing hip, metal heels were deprived of their clangorous announcement. He looked, and he waited, and he hoped that boy didn't meet death on the street.
He was cute, and Faustite wanted to see what success looked like in their ranks.moxiethriller sorry it took so long for me to get into character! let me know if anything needs changed!
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2021 8:51 am
Calaverite had never been anything but happy, bordering on ecstatic, to call Negaspace his home. It was not quite comparable to living in the city, but he’d had that experience for nearly two decades of his life, and he’d never been especially enamored with it, regardless of the exact level of “home” it felt to him.
But this was better in such a way that it was almost impossible for his minor creative prowess to conceive of anything that could be beyond it.
He had his own room and a safety away from anyone in the city who didn’t jive on the same wavelength as him. When he wanted something, it was easy to take from any random pedestrian and simply return to Negaspace to escape any trouble he didn’t want to deal with. Provided he had a lift, of course. It was not always convenient to go between the two. But that would be remedied in time, he’d been assured.
When he was restricted to Negaspace, there were at least people to entertain him. Some like him, with cracks in their chests and magic at their fingertips. Some were the agents, not really Cala’s favorite form of company. The older ones shot him sneers like the were disgusted with his ilk.
And Cala was not of a mind to say and do nothing when someone looked at him funny. If something was about to be started, he would play. He would always play.
But only some of them were awful. Some of them were barely even people, and that was somehow better. He’d once lamented to a purple wolf-boy that Cala only had a stupid name, ‘Wolf,’ and that it’d be better if he had fluffy ears or a bushy tail or heavy claws to go with it. But he really had to settle for pulling on and biting such things when they were present on others. Those were his favorite.
He lay on his back on the carpeted floor, bony legs propped up against the wall just within the entryway of a room that looked way too boring and empty to hold any interest to Calaverite. He wasn’t really accustomed to (or fond of) waiting, but he’d snagged a trinket from some girl’s purse that served the purpose of entertaining him while he waited for his new friend to show up.
It was some digital pet keychain. It chirped and hummed and bleeped at him. When he did something poorly, it squawked, so Calaverite screeched back and mashed at the few buttons with more vigor.
But it was only a temporary distraction. When the dull sound of heels approached over the carpet, Cala tipped his head back for a better view to see the smoky boy standing in the doorway.
“Faustite!” He crowed, keychain immediately forgotten on the ground as he swung himself around and bounced to his feet to approach the general. “You were looking for me,” he stated, matter-of-factory, showing all his teeth as he grinned.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2021 4:59 pm
Well, well. Look at you. Decorated in smiles like I'm something normal. Like you're something normal.
The General drew to a stop before this star-studded recruit. Black-gaped hole in his chest on display, his mark of Metallia's ownership, his membership card to stand alongside the youma and their betters, the oddities, the pinnacles of their caliginous military. These shattered holes set him at ease, if only a margin — they were the quiet me toos that confirmed the damage chaos could inflict.
"Of course," he answered with a wave of his hand. "Sit. Tell me what you've learned, what you've found in Destiny City."
The table nearest was a sealed mahogany, and a likely poach from a certain antiquarian. These two facts alone soured him considerably, and he knew, right then, that he could not sit at this table. To cope, he leaned over it and braced his forearms against the cool wood, and his smolder in fits and strokes around his thin spinebone cord.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2021 6:22 am
Oh, that was right. He had found something very good, and it was his, and of course he would show it off. Calaverite spun around back toward where he'd been laying on the floor and plucked up his little game from the carpet, before carrying it back with a certain reverence for Faustite's inspection.
"I found a game!" He declared, but he only had to get within close enough proximity to feel the general's heat before Cala clutched the keychain back to himself with a warning of, "Don't touch it, though. You'll break it."
He plopped himself down on the table and then flounced backward against the wood, long inky hair spilling out in a wide halo of tendrils around him.
"I was draining some girl that had it clipped to her bag, and I wanted it, so I went to take it. I'd barely even gotten it off the strap before some Order girl showed up." He rolled his eyes with a snort as his fingers started tapping at the buttons of the game again. "Like they always do. But she wasn't any better than me."
Why was it so common that random strangers showed up and tried to bother him all the time? To get in his way and try and stop him or nag about what he 'should' or 'shouldn't' be doing? It was very bothersome. Especially, especially when they weren't any stronger than Calaverite was. What business did they have harassing him when they couldn't even stop him? The ones that were just basics didn't usually have the forethought, training, or preparedness to expect anyone to leap at them without warning.
They always thought there was time to talk or to reason with him. But it only took a scattering of seconds for Calaverite to fling himself at them and throw his hand in their chest and rip out their starseed. If Order wasn't prepared to act in that timeframe, he didn't usually have any problems with them.
"I got her starseed, but I already had that color, so I just tossed it away. Here, look!" He cooed, showing the screen on his keychain game to Faustite. "You have to feed it and pet it and stuff like a real animal! I always wanted a cute pet, but I was never allowed to have one. This one's okay. It's not fluffy, or anything, so it's not as good."
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2021 6:40 am
His excitement for this recruit flared, then smoldered, then guttered, then Faustite was salvaging a straight face through the senshi's (unfortunately cute) 'report'. Faustite remained leaned over the table, all wick and whim, his posture cinched and starched and immaculate for all the ways his grimgreen General trained him. It was a show matched to Calaverite's genuine excitement.
By the time Calaverite finished his tale, Faustite's hands were spread on the table and he was scrutinizing each black nail with every scrap of restraint he could muster. Terrible as it was, he had to write this one off as crazy. Lost cause. Checked out, never going to check back in.
"Well." He gave the keychain a cursory glance — he never cared for digital babysitting — then looked to this poor, dumb, misguided senshi.
And hated how cute he was.
"I don't care what you do with your off time." He'd just… write off that tamagotchi thing, he supposed. "You were supposed to get acquainted with the city. Start building a repertoire of known locations that you can tap for teleportation at Super. Drain energy, too; everyone has a quota from the start." Fingers folded together, clutched together. "Did you manage that?
"Any starseeds? Anything? Or were you too busy being a magpie instead of a Negaverse senshi?"echossweet I am so sorry, I got so stuck on how to characterize this tag!
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