|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2023 11:42 am
Wolframite was very active at night. While many agents juggled with navigating a life that demanded doing almost all your activities to maintain their happiness, fulfillment, and general needs during the day - he did not. While the trade off was too great for most, it suited the Negaverse agent just dandy to make their life reolving around the continued devotion to the Negaverse in almost all aspects of his existence. Considering his limited glamour, night time was the best time for him to actually enjoy the city. In summer, it also meant he wasn't dying in the heat. Being fully clothes up to his neck and fur on his arms meant he often carried water on his person just to keep form wilting. The first order when he went out was to strip off the coat and other embellishments till he was just down to the plain gray shirt, pants, and boots his uniform materialized him with.
He wondered if he could just remove the shirt without risking it powering down. Could he crop it? The idea of having a half-cropped shirt seemed to be in fashion from what he saw from some people outside of the night-time clubs as he watched them from his perch overhead. The thudding music could he felt in the air above as he heard their commotion, hoping that those leaving would split off to head home, find their cars, or wait somewhere remote for a Uber. Those were nice for quotas.
His ears turned as he felt a signature and he perked up, head turning to look out in the direction of the other. Giving one last glance to the club below, he turned and jumped off to see what the other was doing.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2023 1:00 am
They were nice for quotas.
In fact, Carminite had just finished draining one such patron, though for the sake of safety he left them a bit woozy but with just enough energy to get home safely. There were plenty of fish in this proverbial pond, after all, and the captain had been easily jumping from one target to the next in relatively quick succession. At least he wouldn’t have more on his conscience than taking a bit of their energy. These were innocent civilians just out for some fun; had he been dealing with the city’s less-than-reputable population he might have been less forgiving.
He was atop a roof tallying the night’s collection efforts when he felt someone coming toward him. He looked in the general direction it was coming from, then went back to his counting while he waited. He wasn’t the most sociable agent, but he could play nice when he ran into someone out in the field. Better another agent than one of those Order nutbags…
Carminite curled his lip at the memory of a particular Cosmos knight.
“Evening,” he called out when he thought the other might be within earshot without him having to yell. He just finished counting, and was in a significantly better mood because of it. Tonight’s efforts would be successful once he turns everything in.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2023 5:10 pm
"Evening." Came the voice as it was landing on the same roof, moving past a few metal vent covers. In the light of the city below, the figure was on the shorter size, height being adjusted for heels and pointed ears. Male, late twenties or early thirties possibly. His hair was long and needed a hair cut.
"How are you tonight?" He asked.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2023 8:05 pm
Carminite watched, curiously, as the other approached. For all his time in the Negaverse he still wasn’t used to seeing youma and half-youma agents. That may not be saying too much, he was largely focused on his civilian life in recent years, so his exposure was limited at best. And in any case, he had nothing against them and treated them no different from any other agent. They were just, to him, still a bit of an anomaly.
“So-so,” he said with a little gesture of his hand. “Finished my quota so I was about to head home. You?”
Blinking at the other’s fur, he sort of made a face of discomfort and added, “That must be hot.”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2023 6:59 pm
"Not much for quota. Been a bit s**t, I'd say." Be said as he came close enough to talk comfortably. The more he did, the more was that odd sense that he knew this person. However, he could not recall for the life of him how. It could have been anything from being in a mission together or as simple as seeing them a few too many times in Headquarters in the hallways. Maybe he lived in the barracks at one point back when he still lived there.
Wolframite snapped back a little at the comment. "Oh - yeah. It's miserable during the peak of summer even when it's night. I have to shorten my time out else I'm just melting. Winter is nice though - really waiting for fall." He said as he passed one of his hands over the back of his other arm to brush the fur.
"This might sound weird - but I think I've seen you before." He came over fully to offer his clawed hand. "I'm Captain Wolframite."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2023 9:13 pm
The captain gave a nod at the idea of melting in this weather. If given the choice he’d be out draining civilians in just his skivvies. While he didn’t dislike the summer–it was vacation season (for most, anyway) and the longer days meant he could pack more activities in a day than any other time of the year–he wasn’t particularly fond of the weather. Especially not when it was humid.
“Good idea. Pack some water in subspace, just in case.” It was the paramedic in him.
The next bit had Carminite looking at the other curiously. His memory being what it was (that is, awful) he had a hard time placing it.
“Same, actually. Not sure the how, when, where, or why, but yeah. You’re familiar.” He took the offered claw and gave it a solid handshake before letting go. “Captain Carminite. Good to meet you. Or see you again, maybe. If we have met before.”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2023 5:09 pm
He usually kept a water bottle but nodded. "I like going to the vending machines and getting something cold. No one has to see or serve you if it's just a machine taking quarters." He said and was glad that the other didn't hesitate or refuse to take his hand to shake it. Some people didn't know what he was asking them to do or tried to do their best to barely touch him.
He got it. He made even some Negaverse uncomfortable. Not only his form, but the implication of what he was and what he had given.
Some people didn't see him as human anymore. Some people saw him as a waste to even talk to - not worth being friends to a pet.
"Maybe if we talk a bit more, it will rattle our memories." He said hopefully and tried to think of where he might meet someone like him.
"You seem like you have this together. A lot of the officers I meet seem annoyed to have to do their patrols or unsure of what to do. Have you done this for a while?" He asked.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2023 12:52 am
”Maybe. Worth a shot.” In truth he wasn’t too worried about the memory resurfacing. He was more curious if Wolframite might become someone he would continue to meet in the future. As colleagues, maybe even as friends of a sort. He wasn't really for making friends, but in some situations it would be good to have someone he could rely on in the Negaverse.
“I’ve been an agent for a while, yeah, but I only started taking the work more seriously over the past year, after I got reassigned. Kinda used to it now, but I don’t think balancing two lives is ever gonna be easy.” His civilian life was starting to give, and it was becoming more and more apparent in recent months.
Carminite looked the other over and considered for just a moment before asking. Because he was curious, and if this offended him to the point that he just left or picked a fight then maybe it wasn’t worth trying to make any kind of connection.
“Since we're asking questions, how long’s it been for you? With the fur and all, I mean.”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2023 5:15 pm
"Since becoming a half-youma? Hmm." He tried to think of it and counted slowly on his claws. "3...4 years?" He said, trying to recount exactly what year it was when he returned to the Negaverse. "It was the winter....February....offff...."What year? "...2019! So a little over 4 years." He said, now that he recalled the date.
"I've been away from base for almost 2 of those. Just returned back to the city." He said, trying not to feel too overwhelmed of how much time had passed. He still felt like that pleading knight before the Queen, asking for her mercy.
Seeing as the officer was curious about the fur, he offered a arm. "It's just really just what you see with the arms and ears and tail Oh, and some poison." He said, pointing to his mouth. "A good portion of me is still human."
"I've long since past the adjustment period for it all."
"If you even could choose what you'd be like if you youmafied, what would you want to be?" He asked, having fun with a what-if question.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2023 5:17 am
Carminite was attentive as the other kindly answered his question. That seemed a good sign, and when he offered his arm Carminite reached out. It was fur, sure enough. Considering it was his first time really interacting with a half-youma agent, he imagined that was why he was somehow still surprised.
“Must still be hot,” he said after gesturing a sort of “thanks for letting me take a look” once he was done making his observations. “I guess it’s good you were able to adjust. Can’t imagine that was easy.”
Leaning back against the wall behind him, Carminite gave the question some thought.
“Whatever would give me something that could paralyze, stun, or at least slow down my targets. If we’re talking strictly animal comparisons I guess that might be something spider or snake related?” It was an interesting what-if. Certainly not one he’d ever thought about before, and he honestly hoped he would never have to deal with it in the future. There was something there, though, that piqued his curiosity.
“I know you probably can’t choose, but is there some kind of pattern to what you become? Or is it purely chance?”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2023 5:19 pm
"Sometimes I've debated just taking one of those pet grooming buzzers and taking it down for the summer." It had been a tempting idea, but he had no idea if the fur would just grow back quicker, thicker, or if it would even cut normally. At least he did shed for the season, not that their vacuum and furniture cared for it.
"You could be anything and still have those abilities. I make poison. The abilities don't often have to do with how we all look. Though you also forget about amphibians or even insects. You could wind up being a scorpion." He said, having seen all kinds of youma in the Rift, most feral but a good group was still civilized in their own colonies.
"As far as I can tell, there doesn't seem to be any sense to it. I've met other half-youmas and there didn't seem to be anything I could pinpoint to why they became one way or another. I guess I never really interviewed everyone to see. I certainly don't know why I'm like I am."
He scratched at his head with one claw as he thought about it. "Maybe the Intel group has some information." Or maybe it was something that wasn't worth their time.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2023 10:19 pm
”Mm, it might be worth a shot?” He was commenting on the idea of shaving. “If you wanna really give it a try, I’d suggest a small patch in a discreet spot to test it out first. Imagine if it doesn’t grow back.” It was probably hard enough just being a half-youma, but one that was suddenly shaven bald and stuck that way? He couldn’t imagine having to live with that on top of everything else.
He mused on the idea of being something else entirely while still having the abilities he wanted. Wolframite made a good point, after all; two, in fact. “I’m kinda curious now,” he chuckled, “if they’re aware of some kind of pattern. In any case, if it comes down to it I hope I turn out to be something that doesn’t get too hot or too cold in whatever season. I’d be less than useless in the summer if I had that much fur on me, that’s for damn sure.”
Carminite considered the other captain for a moment, then nodded toward him. “How is it in fights? Does it help you out at all, like maybe as a sort of armor or something? Or does it kinda just get in the way?" He paused, considered animals with fur before adding, "Or neither?”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2023 5:36 pm
He smiled, a tail swaying slowly now behind him. "Well, you could see it as being very desirable in fall and winter. It's just one season that's miserable, but I was already hot with just the uniform."
Golden eyes remained focused on Carminite now, and he reached up to place a few claws between his teeth. Thinking it over, he removed them to speak, tapping them against his cheek.
"You could try and see. I've been restless this past week. No senshi close enough to stay and fight. What about you? Do a half-youma a favor and help text things out." He asked, hoping for a fight.
There was a lot of pent up energy, and the longer he went without a fight, the more he became restless. The more he wanted to sink his claws into a stomach. The more he wanted to strip flesh from bone.
"Please."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2023 4:00 pm
Carminite perked up a bit at the prospect of a fight. With his training over the past year he’d grown more confident in his abilities, though being able to truly test them had been limited to spars with his general (which he always lost) and the occasional wayward youma. He had no real gauge on how much he’d improved, if at all.
So he offered Captain Wolframite a rare smile.
“I wouldn’t mind a good spar, actually. Maybe not here, though.” The prospect of potentially destroying the roof of the building or getting seen by some over-curious, meandering civilian wasn’t exactly attractive.
“Negaspace is probably the most ideal. We wouldn’t have to pull as many punches.”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2023 5:02 pm
"Sounds good. It's not like my night is going to get any better. We can drop off our energy as well." He said, patting his pocket of what he managed to get for the night.
"It would be nice if we were higher in rank. We could have gone to the arena. I'm eager for the chance to go." He thought, but as he was right now, he'd be gobbled up by any youma that entered the ring.
"How about we fight in the west-most ballroom? That's always a nice one to spar in." He said, recalling that it was one that had a nice view overlooking the ruins of the city.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
