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 Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2024 7:11 pm
Snowy Showdown (16)
If nothing else, Seraphinite at least knew to expect some weird s**t around the city once the holidays hit. Any holiday, really, but the winter ones were especially infamous at this point for those who knew, he was sure.
That there was snow all around, looking glittery and pretty under the city lights and moonlight on some nights, didn't dull any of the disinterested expectation for something to go really, really ******** wrong.
If anything, all the snow was even more suspect to him, given what he'd already been dealing with. Snowmen. Actual, hostile, snowmen. It was almost a shame they didn't have corncob pipes and carrot noses.
As he moved carefully across rooftops, mindful of potentially slippery slopes and that snow liked to move underfoot even without chilly hostiles, the sensation of another Chaos aura made him pause briefly. He didn't usually meet up with others, besides Rigel or Spectrolite maybe, but he didn't avoid other agents or such out on the field.
Perhaps it was a bit of a holiday cheer that bit him to wander in that direction, see who was around, aware that he could take his leave soon enough if he found the additional presence too grating or some such.
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2025 12:32 pm
Zultanite hummed some vaguely Christmas tune as he shook off the last drop into the; pissy, agitated, writhing masses of snow below, and quickly zipped himself back in to his (could be ******** warmer, thank you) starched to the nine uniform pants. He hoped the unusual beasts of DC's winter wonderland caught something nasty, the same way he'd caught a chill from getting himself accidentally rabbit bitten while out playing in the snow with his nephew the year before.
It was rare to get the alone time like that anymore, the way teens drifted off all on their own adventures, but somehow getting the boy to bond over *his* personal misery and shivery suffering still seemed like a universal bonding technique.
Teenagers, scary s**t. But if it got Coady laughing?
This, however, patrolling over slick tin roofs, uneven snow-sluiced brickwork. Minding his footing because a pile of frozen rain decided to go Jack Frost knockoff in the cheapest horror b-way possible.
Zultanite sighed some frosty curse, watched it float skywards in weather that only further dropped by degrees; deciding that if he couldn't warm himself properly the one way then he could numb himself properly another. He prefered his vices old-school; zippo lighters and butane refills. Engraved metal that spoke of a rebellious youth. He'd sooner die than pick up a vape -- an e-cig -- the way that felt like some systemic watering down of an adult past-time. All the new flavors and flashing lights were kid-ified enough that it churned something deep in his guts; he didn't want berry-bubble-blast or polycule-pikachu.
He just wanted nicotine.
The kind that left ashes in its wake, that he could stub out on somebodys left asscheek if they offended him overlymuch. Not rechargeable toys for the girls n boys of the modern age, paying extra money for hits that probably did nothing but up ones tolerance to an easily taxable high.
He hadn't gotten the thing lit before he felt the tingling of an alert on the edge of his senses, and if he squinted just right against the snowy glare? He could see blacks on greens and feather filigree....
Well then..
Zultanite held up a passive hand in a cursory wave, polite, faux friendly. His other hand stashing his little break-time-treat for five or so minutes from now. Maybe he'd ask the man if he minded or not? That was the courteous thing to do nowadays.
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2025 5:39 pm
As Seraphinite approached the lieutenant, he was vaguely amused that it was someone closer to his height and build. For some reason, he kept meeting a lot of very tiny agents and senshi, and part of him had begun to wonder if the Negaverse had a particular type it leaned towards for whatever reason...
Pale eyes caught the slight movement of something getting stashed, and his breath came out as a cloudy puff as he gave a light snort. Nodding to the other as he stopped a respectful distance away, he rested a hand on one of his swords' sheaths at his sides. Lax, just an absent place to rest it. "Evening. Don't believe we've met yet. Seraphinite." It was as basic an introduction one could give, and he only nodded his head as he spoke his alias' name to confirm yep, that was him.
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