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 Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2022 4:31 pm
Celadonite knew that he was on the right side of things. Even if it wasn’t for the reasoning, if it was just on the fashion aspect, he was on the right of things. There was no doubt about it. Nobody on the other side had any sense of style what so ever, and in fact, most of what he had seen had been eye-searingly horrible. That knight? In the bright pink and orange? God, he would rather jump off a bridge than have to wear something like that.
There was an order aura nearby, and the lieutenant drew in a breath, trying to figure out if he wanted to deal with whoever it was or just turn around and walk away. Hopefully Albite or Faustite would decide he was worthwhile and put him forward for an upgrade soon but. Until that actually happened, he had the miraculous power of his own feet to get him out of a nasty situation. <******** it. He had to be worthy of that, so, recklessly Celadonite summoned his pathetic weapon and went charging in to see just what and who he was up against.
The first thing he saw, shining in the moonlight was…legs. For Days.
The senshi that stood before him, back turned was wearing…booty shorts? Was…was this a joke?
Hesitating for only a minute, Celadonite moved swiftly, crossing the distance between the two of them in a graceful leap, his hand grabbing one of the loops of his stupid buttbow. Pulling it roughly, he grinned as the fabric removed itself from the tiny shorts, and in a rather awed voice, Celadonite gasped. “...a**.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2022 7:37 pm
To say that Valjean was out of it was...to really, truly underestimate how little he was focusing on where he was or what he was doing. In truth, he knew that was dangerous, but he was also exhausted and worn down, and he knew that he had been giving way more of himself than he needed to towards this whole...Senshi thing.
So he didn't actually notice someone coming up behind him--not until he felt the tug on his bow, and the tear of it coming off his uniform, and he spun around, taking a half-step backwards and crossing his arms. His cheeks went bright red, and he gaped.
"Wh-what the hell," he said, "what do you think--what is wrong with--???"
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2022 7:44 pm
Celadonite huffed when the senshi turned and then tossed his long hair back over his shoulder. “Just call me the fashion police. What you’re wearing is a crime against fashion, and so I was checking out your assets in order to see if it could be forgiven or if I should take you away and punish you.”
He grinned suddenly, flirting, wolfish. “Let me tell you, I wouldn’t mind taking you away and punishing you. You are…very fine.”
Giving a bow that was far too foppish and over the top, the lieutenant grinned. “The name is Celadonite, and those shorts are far too short for this time of the year, but I love them. You have great legs. Among other things. The bow was simply in the way. I did you a favor, darling.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2022 8:46 pm
Valjean was not exactly accustomed to being hit on by men. It happened with women sometimes, sure, though he hadn't exactly been anywhere where it might in a while, and his selfies got a lot of thirsty comments, but....this was....sort of new.
And it made him blush even darker, especially since this Lieutenant was making all kinds of. Insinuations.
Valjean had been in exactly one relationship, and it had ended, and that had been a long while ago, so he hadn't exactly thought about doing anything--and certainly not with a Negaverse agent.
"Valjean," he introduced himself, because that was the only thing he could think to. "And it's not like I picked them, it was all magic."
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2022 6:11 pm
“It was magic, that’s for damn sure. It’s lovely to meet you, Valjean…tell me, what are you the senshi of? Stolen bread? Prison camps? unadmired good deeds?” It was a joke of course, and now that Celadonite was thinking about it, he truly wanted to go and listen to the Les Misérables soundtrack in honor of this senshi.
“Anyway, I’m just teasing you. I’m not really a fan of the coloring of your shorts? The rust doesn’t do much for your complexion, but the length is.” He brought his fingers to his lips, kissing the tips of them and flicking them outwards. “Would you like to be friends, Valjean? It’s better than being enemies, isn’t it?”
Celadonite’s dark eyes were shining with mischief and he summoned his weapon. “If you’d like, we could have a friendly spar, I’ll even give you the first shot since I…kind of ripped your clothes. Sorry about that.”
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2022 4:29 pm
"Ha ha," Valjean said dryly, "funny. The Revolution, actually," he said. He was proud of his sphere--loved it, really. And he wasn't exactly eager to see it mocked by some peacocking Lieutenant, who was probably only hitting on him to--to distract him, or. Something.
The fact that it was working, that his cheeks were still red, was obviously irrelevant. Probably the offer to be friends was meant to get him to let his guard down, but then--
Well--
Celadonite could have done a lot worse than pulling off his bow, sneaking up behind him like he had.
"I, uh," Valjean said, "sure, fine." A spar sounded reasonable. A chance to test out his magic. "Friends, a friendly spar, yeah, that. Works." He took a step back, just to make things a little more fair, and then moved to swing a punch at Celadonite. It was pretty telegraphed, but this was friendly, right? So whatever.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2022 6:31 pm
The Revolution? Damn, now that was a cool sphere, and it fit with the name just as well as the joke ones that Celadonite had mentioned. “Close enough! Fantastic thing to have your powers based on though. Really fantastic!”
He was busy preening, pleased by Valjean’s reactions to him, by the blush on his face, by the fact that he was agreeing that when the senshi decided to give the first move in their spar, he hadn’t been expecting it, as stupid as that sounded.
“Oh! s**t, yeah! Good one!” The fist collided with his shoulder and he kept the grin on his face, thinking about what he could do in order to make his own attack at least somewhat...well. Not inappropriate. The things his mind was suggesting were…
Not the best things to do to someone you wanted to strike up a good relationship with.
So, in lieu of doing any of these sudden fantasies, Celadonite threw his own punch. If he was aiming for the senshi’s chest well. That was his own business.
Viva la revolution.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2022 7:57 pm
"Magic's a little underwhelming," Valjean admitted, which hew thought was fair to say because he didn't exactly intend to pull it out, given that it didn't exactly give him much in the way of a worthwhile boost and mostly just looked fancy.
(Not that he'd had much occasion to use it. He wasn't exactly a very good Senshi.)
"Thanks," he grinned, a little more easily, at this compliment. It was the sort of thing he could actually take, rather than unexpected flattery. As he was taking he compliment, Cela's fist smacked into him, and he gasped, but snapped out a hand to catch the Lieutenant and pull him forward.
"You're not too bad yourself," he said, looking rather pleased with the whole thing.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2022 1:04 am
”Oh, Valjean, if you wanted to hold me, why didn’t you just say so?” Celadonite grinned, batting his eyelashes up at the senshi, and taking the moment of closeness to press a swift and chaste kiss to his lips. “You are a handsome thing, and I hope you know it. Between you and me, your talents are wasted right now. You could be so much more.”
Honestly, once Cela told Faustite about this one, hopefully he would become so much more. After all, Faustite could do anything, and they had holes to fill now that a few members of the team were gone.
“I’m glad I got to meet you tonight, Valjean. I do hope we meet again sometime soon, yeah? Start being a better senshi so we can flurt and kiss and punch each other again sometime.” With a wink, Celadonite pulled himself away from the senshi, grinning.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2022 2:29 am
The kiss, the flirting--it made Valjean make a startled, confused noise.
"It's not--I didn't mean--" He flushed, dark red, and shook his head. "I don't need to be better. I don't want to join you all," he protested. He hadn't seen much of the war, but he'd seen enough to understand--the Negaverse was the enemy. They hurt people, killed people. Just because one of them was pretty didn't mean that Valjean needed to let his guard down.
"I, uh," he said, and he took several steps back, "I sohuld go. I have to--go."
It was not a graceful exit, but it was an exit, and Valjean bolted, as quickly as he could.
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