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 Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2021 9:53 am
Faustite's office door latched quietly behind him. The others would be prepping — grabbing extra supplies, fretting, buying extra power bars, he didn't know what else. Humans weren't made for the Rift, most of them hadn't been, so their minds would be on the task before them. That meant no one would miss one basic Negaverse senshi from their midst.
Taenite was a thought. Pulled from one point to the next at a beckon, however jarring, Taenite would find himself suddenly displaced to his office, to a death-stricken box of metal and glass. Faustite would spare him only so much time to recover; the tinderbox General crossed to his desk and sat on it. Legs crossed, arms crossed atop a knee.
Pretty thing, unbefitting of this dismal office. Taenite would look no less out of place in the Rift as he did in office 430, so bright and vibrant as that.
"Saw who you were talking to. Careful with that General."
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2021 5:27 pm
Suddenly being in one place and showing up in another was not at all a sensation that he liked. At least not when he wasn’t prepared for it. Good thing he wasn’t on the toilet.
Still, after a moment of recovery and processing where he was, he offered the General in front of him a cheery grin.
“You mean ol’ Ben? I didn’t think you were the jealous type.”
He did. He absolutely thought Faustite was the jealous type.
“However,” he continued, his grin still casual, but not flippant, “I know that I’m still pretty new and don’t know much about the other agents. Other than that incident outside Farnsworth, what’s so dangerous about the General?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2021 3:33 pm
"Stow it." Faustite rolled his eyes. Cheeky one, and so familiar already. Surprising if he didn't worm his way into the pants of every other Negaverse officer at his first year's end. More surprising if he didn't get murdered before then. No shows of deference with him.
"He's been around a while," the burning general began, as he resumed talking with his hands. "Longer tenure than most. Not in itself dangerous, but consider that he hasn't seen a promotion in so many years. Negaverse has cause to hold him back and if he has any ambition, that's bound to dissatisfy.
"Spoke to him before. Used to have a youma named Bazzite, one he created himself. Hubris in this one — tried to promote his Captain, washed the boy out into youma." Benitoite admitted the mistake, tried to play it off as a natural next step to someone who didn't know any better. "That youma — his conspicuously absent youma — purified. Think he had a hand in it.
"Sent him to engage Princess Ganymede at the Farnsworth. Spent more of his time berating Cybele than facing down the enemy. During that wisp fiasco, saw him with Ganymede again, fighting alongside.
"Think he's a traitor."
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2021 6:31 pm
Taenite listened with great interest, his arms crossed comfortably over his chest, but there was no defensiveness to the gesture. He let out a low whistle when Faustite finished his analysis of the other General.
“So a failed promotion turned youma, flirting with a Princess, being a meanie face to allies. I don’t know, Ei, that’s a pretty big accusation. A lot of speculation. What if he was ordered by the higher ups to keep an eye on things? To pretend like he was being friendly with the White Moon?” he hummed, although there was a sparkle in his eye that made it seem like he was more interested in riling Faustite up.
“But,” he quickly added before he was fire-blasted out of the office. “I appreciate you looking out for me. Good thing he’s not on our team yeah? Maybe the youma will wipe out his team and we won’t have to deal with him.”
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2021 4:30 pm
"Ei?" He stared at the senshi, brows raised, aghast at Taenite's impropriety. "I'm in ******** uniform, I'm telling you this as a ******** Information General, and you call me Ei?" Faustite pushed off of his desk, flamespitting hot about it, and reached Taenite in a matter of paces. Boy was taller, but Faustite was a ******** General and how dare he —
"You're not ******** redirecting." Faustite grabbed a handful of that skimpy sheer thing he called a uniform, felt the material start to sizzle and melt while wadded into his palm. He wrenched downward to level with him. Speaking low, he started, "out there, I'm Faustite. In here, I'm Faustite. Anywhere you see me — if I'm on fire, you're calling me Faustite. Until I am in your goddamn bedroom in nothing but my personality, you do not call me Ei.
"You're going to make it up to me in the best way you know how." And he released Taenite, if only because a handful of his shirt had burnt off in Faustite's hand.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2021 6:36 pm
Ah, it took less than a minute and two letters to rile Faustite up enough to burn a hole into his uniform. Not that Taenite’s uniform didn’t already have plenty of holes already. He allowed the smaller fireboy to pull him down to his level. It was so difficult to keep a straight face when he was being reprimanded.
He could tell that Faustite was pissed, but Taenite didn’t get to where he was by not pushing his luck. And boy, did he get lucky with pushing his luck.
They were in Faustite’s office. It wasn’t as though he was in the meeting calling him nicknames. He knew that would be inappropriate. It also meant that he had a bit more work ahead of him until he could convince Faustite to let him call him by the civilian nickname he had for him as Faustite. At least in private.
When he was released, he straightened. He might regret his cheek. But he also probably would not.
“With my tongue?” he smirked in response, unable to stop himself. He needed to power down to get the burns out of his uniform, anyway. He wouldn’t want anyone to question what he might have been doing to get his outfit so singed in the first place!
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2021 7:00 pm
"You have to ask?" Faustite was caught between annoyance and disappointment. He hadn't yet learned his way around Taenite's ne'er-do-well personality, wasn't sure whether to call his little quip asking permission or goading. He had hoped for another yes sir and a quick soothing of their nerves before their escapade into the Rift.
Faustite shook out his hand, and the cinder curls of Taenite's unrecoverable uniform lilted to the floor. A quick stamp put out any residual heat, and eventually, it would be littered over with the ash that ever fell from Faustite's exposed grate.
A thought was all it took to summon the cincher to hand; better to bank his heat before he burnt off the rest of Taenite's uniform. It clipped together quickly enough, cooled him to a worrying fever for a human.
"Everyone's busy with packing." He brushed past the cloud-haired senshi, locked the door with a twist of the handset. "Got a couple hours for you to thoroughly apologise."
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2021 11:04 am
Taenite’s smirk didn’t disappear when Faustite decided how much time they had left to themselves. Faustite had even pulled out the magical item to keep himself burning everything to the ground! It was really quite considerate of him.
“I’ll do my best to make it up to you then, General Faustite,” he promised, with a dramatic bow to show just how apologetic he really was. How could he really be upset with this turn of events?
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