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 Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2024 10:16 pm
There were good things about going on a technically-sanctioned long-term mission into the Rift, and most of them rhymed with the general concept of 'not having to be around people'. Not that Larimar particularly liked youma any better -- the smart ones were just as annoying as regular people -- but youma tolerated zem on average better than humans did, which was. Mmm. That was something Larimar didn't particularly want to think about!!! Most of it was probably due to Officer status, at least, but that wasn't a huge comfort when ze'd looked at a calendar last week and realized it'd been a year.
A whole ******** year of -- this. Of --
...The Rift had a lot in it. A lot more than ze'd thought, before this. But that didn't mean ze could live on energy alone.
Which meant, because the other option was dealing with other people and relying on other people and even now that was not ******** happening, every-so-often ze came back to Negaspace - and offices - and took a minute to get a lot of things done. Usually these trips were in the middle of the night, as this one was; less chance of anyone being around. (It was a mixture of -- not wanting to be like this -- and trying to avoid Faustite ever deciding he needed to finish the job. Not that he was any less likely to be found in the Rift than he was in the castle, probably, but he did also have an entire shitshow of subordinates and they had their own horrific ingroup drama as far as Larimar could tell, so one never knew. Better to be paranoid. Better to be paranoid. Better to be paranoid.)
Sometimes it was all -- sometimes it was a lot of --
What was the ******** point, honestly. Sometimes it was A Lot. Some days it was fine and some days it was maybe not so fine; this was feeling like a brittle, off-kilter kind of day, leaving Larimar scratching at the patches of frost on zyr forearms through the feathers, wings pulled tightly close at zyr back.
What was it, one in the morning? Nobody should be around at this hour. Ideally, anyway, because the Negaverse did employ a whole bunch of nocturnal freaks (this included Larimar), though ze was hoping, but: hoping incorrectly.
Ze hadn't been planning on seeing Ashanite any time soon, hadn't thought about anything ze might say to him, not in months, so instead of any bitchy remark or snippy little comment what came out of zyr mouth was just "Oh," reflexive, half-surprised. No artifice.
Well, ********. If there'd been anyone Larimar didn't want to see like this --
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2024 2:17 am
Ashanite didn't really like people to know that he worried. It felt like a weakness that ought to be bundled away with all his other weaknesses and inefficiencies, of which he was well aware there were many, and masked with something better. But for all he liked to pretend he didn't worry, he did. Especially about the small group of officers he'd taken on as subordinates at one point or another, even if they'd gone on to become peers.
Right now, and for months before, Ashanite had been worrying about Larimar. Officially of course, he was aware that he had no need-to-know on another General's activities, so "mission in the Rift" was really all he needed to be aware of and that was that. But "mission in the Rift" was frustratingly vague, and Ashanite well knew its various...perils.
(Dark black, pulling under, falling and falling--)
It was late. He sohuld have gone home hours ago. But "home" was a fancy minimalist apartment that looked like a ******** AirBnB for how lived in it was. A lingering problem that Ashanite refused to bother with solving. And he was antsy, but not in the "go into Destiny City and pick fights with Senshi" sort of way. That was a waste of his time. There were places in Negaspace, though--practice dummies he could shred to pieces and there would only be so many complaints.
He was on his way to one. He was...delayed.
Delayed by the presence oft he very officer he had been concerned for--and concerned, it seemed, with good reason. Because it was Larimar in front of him. But Larimar was changed.
"Larimar? What the hell happened to you?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2024 8:41 am
Larimar was, probably, going to say something that passably could've made zem seem like ze was coping. But what actually happened is that zyr mouth went into action before zyr brain did, and what ze actually said was "What does it <******** look like happened to me, Ashanite," with a little bit of wild, directionless spite. "You get three guesses and the first two don't count!"
No apparent injury. (Being changed had replaced the wounds like they'd never been there. Maybe that was the only good part about all of this: at least none of it had scarred. And it would've done worse than scar, if it'd been left alone.)
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