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 Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 7:51 pm
He nabbed himself a cup of tea on the way to their booth mostly in an attempt to 'fit in'. Once there he easily slid in, sliding all the way over to the wall. The tea sat in front of him, mostly poked at here and there.
Something Demy himself did with drinks that weren't loaded down with sugar...
"Name's Scheelite, Lieutenant Scheelite to be exact."
He wasn't speaking in his usual loud tone, but he really didn't want to let others overhear. Sure, he'd tell -Z- anything. But everyone else? ...No.
"And dude, that night I just....it was a bad night..."
Schee sighed and leaned forward to rest his chin on his hands.
"I wasn't uh...quite myself..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 8:01 pm
"She-lite?" he said making a very "Whaaaathethelll?" face.
"Lieutenant She-lite." he dead panned.
"You don't look even -remotely- military."
He leaned back staring at this new eerily familiar mannerism. Cousins maybe? Dem had one he knew that... or was it a half brother, hard to recall. It would -almost- fit other than the 'stick hands in your chest' thing.
"Bad night..." he repeated.
"What kind of bad night makes you try and kill people."
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 8:14 pm
"...It is not -spelled- like that, I swear. S-c-h-e-e. Not s-h-e!"
God, he was -never- going to get to a point where his name wasn't made fun of, was he? Another sigh, and for a moment he even -facepalmed.
"It's a different kind of military than you're used to, I'm sure."
If only he could drag Z -into- the Negaverse. He'd understand then! And maybe then he'd actually get something done and stop being at the bottom of the ranking ladder...hrmm....
"The kind of night already filled with murder and pain, of course."
With how nonchalant it was said one could almost think it was a joke. Then again...why would he be joking?
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 8:18 pm
He stared, the nonchalance about the murder and Pain wasn't really Dem, that was.. unique, question was, was he -serious-, bets were YES given what he'd done.
"...of course." he said carefully leaning back away from him in the booth. The fluffy white buns seemed a VERY poor shield.
something clicked in his head.
"So... your part of these... Senshi?" he said making the last word quieter as not to alarm. "Um... have a bun or something, we'll look... suspicious if SOMEONE doesn't eat.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 8:33 pm
"Hey hey hey, enough with the staring. I said it was a -bad- night didn't I? Pain was mine, the uh...ahem, other stuff was in revenge. Can't blame me for that now can you?"
Well considering Z's method of operation....
"You...take one first. I know you didn't buy those for me, so..."
Well if it's roomie food it was technically for him, but Z didn't know that yet.
"Senshi? No! They're out to ruin the world. My side's better, we'll actually help."
Which, by help it pretty much meant destroy and rule over what wasn't destroyed. But to a lowly lieutenant like Scheelite it was better than the alternative...which was death.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 8:38 pm
"Ah..." he said unconvinced.
Though the man was right, in truth he could not fault him for revenge. Except that he had no part in revenge that he knew of, never having MET the man before that night.
"And I.. just happened by at the wrong time?" He asked arching an eyebrow.
"You can have more, they don't reheat well." he waved a hand dismissive and pried one free. so it was messy, he wasn't bringing chopsticks to the table just to be stabbed with them if a burned mouth constituted a bad night -just- in case.
"Ok...so senshi are terrorists... like they say on the news. And your part of... some secret... glow..stick army bent on...saving the world." He said carefully and took a bite of his bun...still staring.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 9:03 pm
"Like I said, wasn't quite myself when you wandered by. Sorry, my bad. Didn't really mean it though!"
'Didn't really mean it' wasn't very comforting when he had almost killed the shorter boy, but really! He was sorry!
"Yep, and...no. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one with glowsticks."
Schee flashed an innocent grin and nabbed his own bun. Honestly..he didn't seem to mind any mess.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 9:08 pm
"... so were you -looking- for me? Did you... " he waved his hand and finished the bun before continuing.
"Did you find me -just-... to say you didn't mean to... stuff your hand in my chest and try and strangle me? What... how did... "
He started and stopped.
"WHY the hand...chest thing, and...HOW... please don't tell me its some ancient chinese art form."
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 9:30 pm
"Yep, been looking for you. Wanted to apologize, see..I'm not -that- bad am I?"
It was a bad time to attempt to drink the tea. The sudden question about the hand thing caused him to choke.
"Uh...that....well you see...."
Schee laughed nervously, setting the tea back down.
"It's ummm...what we do. Yeah. Not chinese art form as far as I know, but um..."
God, how to explain this...
"There's...something in people, annnd we collect them? Yeah. And.....well that's how you get it out. Kay?"
Not a good explanation, but really...Schee wasn't very schooled in Negaverse ways either. Honestly it wast he best he could do.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 9:33 pm
"...something... in... people." he repeated and then rubbed his face in his hands.
"I... you know? Maybe... if it's so -dangerous- for you? You should really consider... not spreading this information around."
He said with the distinct feeling of an incoming headache.
"But... that said, what is this 'thing' and...why do you collect it. I can tell you right -now- that ... It did not even -remotely- feel like a world saving event."
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 9:46 pm
"I -don't- spread it around! That's why I wanted to talk in private, you're the only one I've tol--"
Finally that sinking realization hit him. What....if Z went and told others? Z didn't exactly know it was him afterall, and if word got out...oh man he was dead. So ******** dead.
"...Y-you wouldn't go out and tell people, right? Riiiight?"
Oh man he looked nervous. Really, really nervous. Maybe if Demy had paid more -attention- to Z and his plots and blackmail and the like he'd understand just how -dangerous- it was to tell Z anything.
Shame he wasn't all that bright.
"I...don't think it's supposed to feel like a world saving event man. It hurts, I know."
Back when Charonite had converted him it had felt like his own starseed was being ripped out. He imagined that's how it felt when he took other people's.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 9:53 pm
A small frown... narrowed thoughtful eyes. Dangerous to be on the receiving end.
"You know?"
He tilted his head eyeing the young man across from him. So...damned...much like... but... NOT. So -not-... yet... maybe he...
"...You don't spread it around, but your telling -me-, why are you telling me?... You said you KNOW too... was that some sort of... press gang attempt?" He arched an eyebrow.
He leaned back in his seat.
"You look.. a little like a .... friend of mine... just a little"
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 11:06 pm
He didn't quite catch the meaning of those narrowed thoughtful eyes...soon enough he'd realize just how dangerous this was.
"Well...yeah I know, it hurts a lot right? And...uhhh gang? N-no?..."
He wasn't quite getting the question, which was nothing really -new- for him.
"I'm...telling you because you asked, I guess? I....don't really know."
Schee was back to rubbing the back of his head. Crap...he really -was- ******** up wasn't he?! But he couldn't really stop now...
Well he could just -run-. But that'd look pretty suspicious. Besides, he didn't like running away from Z.
"I do huh? I'm sure it's just a coincidence..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 10:01 am
"Coincidence" he arched an eyebrow.
He didn't believe in that to be honest, but he had no proof, he hated that.
He leaned back in the chair with a calculating gaze. Normally he'd be smiling when he did this, but this, this was a little more risky.
"Ok... I promise not to tell anyone what you've said here, on one condition."
A flick of a smile and it vanished again
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 10:05 am
"....Condition?"
There was a flicker of recognition in those glowstick green eyes. Just a flicker, and then it was gone and replaced with confusion.
"Just...what kind of condition?"
Fidgeting now, even so much as to 'accidently' place his foot a bit too close to Z's own. This...was not the time to be playing footsie.
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