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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 14 2011, 07:38 PM (28 Views) | |
| Mjölnir | Nov 14 2011, 07:38 PM Post #1 |
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It's another night in France and it's another night that Archimedes is on patrol of Paris, trying to keep an eye of things. There are only a few more hours of this and he can go home, to nothing but a nice and warm bed that's calling to him. Sunday night is going to disappear, as safe as he can make it and Monday morning is going to be about sleep for him. He'll need all the rest he can get for when he comes out Monday night and he does this all over again, trying to be a hero. He paces around the ledge he's using as a perch rather awkwardly, looking a bit like a bird that's readjusting its position. Sometimes the most enjoyable moments of these evenings are his time here, alone, on the many roof tops that Paris has to offer. Where he's able to slide deep back into his own mind and think about whatever it is that comes to mind, sometimes important, sometimes trivial. It's this time that he uses to spend on thinking of ways to improve his devices' designs, making them even better. Shame he isn't alone. He hasn't been for some time. Normally he might take action or he might call out to his stalker to show himself but he knows this isn't needed with this man. No, instead he's stood there and he's done his job while this man's watched him from the shadows of the roof top for some time. It feels like it's been close to an hour since he first noticed the other man and he isn't sure how long he had been there before that. This isn't like his visitor but he finds it interesting that the man seems to be suffering from some kind of reluctance. As if by some strange magic that allows him to hear other's thoughts, the figure steps out of the shadows to confront Archie. There isn't any mistaking who it is that's walking up to him, a fact that brings a smile to the old man's face without even turning around to look at him. The all black attire, the leather trench coat and the mask he's wearing, nevermind the scowl that's glued to his visible features. These things pale in comparison to the biggest signature trait of the man however, it's those glowing eyes that tip the hat of who it is before anything else. The Phantom Skull has come to pay Archimedes a visit. Archimedes: I was wondering when you'd show up. He turns around to face him, greeting him with the smile, a gesture that isn't returned by his comrade. Not that he can blame him, even when he was younger Skull never seemed to be one for the whole trying to be a cheerful person thing. It doesn't help that the majority of them are now trying to plant their bullseye on his head after what he's brought down upon them. Though he's positive the kid probably told his partner all about their meeting each other and how he helped him. PS: I don't mean to disturb you. What's this, is it actual consideration for another human being's feelings in Skull's voice just now? It certainly sounds like he's, for some reason, the tiniest bit conflicted about bothering this older man with this business. Both men know why that is, it doesn't need to be said; even though it would be better for both if it was discussed. Neither man is exactly the type to go about sharing feelings with others. PS: I wanted to...thank you before we left France for what you did. So thank you for watching out for him, I appreciate it. There it is again, that same hesitation, same reluctance, the weight to his words almost unbearable for him. Like he's talking to somebody who he feels he's done wrong by or he feels he owes greater than he could ever repay them. It's even coming through a little on the scowl that's on his face, and his glowing eyes cast away from the older man. Who is staring at him, watching him, smiling at him like they're two old friends rather than associates who haven't seen each other in years. Archimedes: Honestly, I thought you two would be gone by now with the show over, figured you were getting the boy ready for the next one. But I am grateful you came to thank me, even if it wasn't a bad deal. Somebody has to keep an eye on that kid; he's walking into dangerous territory. It would probably help if somebody explained a few things to him. His best attempts to make this conversation more casual between them are a shrug of the shoulders and an off handed comment about next week's match. Archie tries to be as friendly as an old man like him can be till he mentions somebody needing to explain some things to him. After talking to the kid, watching him, he knows now what he hadn't pieced together before; Kamen is in the dark about a few things. They're pretty important things too, things he had half a mind to tell him to let him know what's coming, to know what is expected of him. But it isn't his place. It should be the place of the man that got him into this. The man who took a boy & turned him into a warrior. PS: Yes...well..I should be going, I do have training for him. Good evening. The masked man's scowl deepens and there's suddenly a hint of something else, some other emotion. What it is, who knows, it's hard to gauge precisely what it is that's going through Skull's head when Archie says what he does to him. It doesn't help that he pushes the expression off his face and he bows his head, telling him he must go. Archie nods his head and Skull begins to take his leave, striding away from the older man and to the other side of the building... PS: ...Listen...I'm sorry...for what happened to her...I...I never meant for that to happen. Whatever's been eating the champion this entire conversation motivates him to stop and he stands there for a second. His glowing eyes are staring down at his right hand, watching it clench into a fist and he sighs after it does so, speaking up. That same hesitation, the same reluctance, and most of all, the same guilt as seen before is heard in his voice. So many years ago on that night, had he not attacked that fool, she wouldn't have been going it alone that night and she wouldn't have... Archimedes: You don't need to apologize, lad. I never blamed you for what happened to her...if I had, you would've seen me sooner than this. After hearing what the younger man has to say, he can't help but make a noise somewhere between a scoff & a chuckle. That's a first, hearing Skull apologize, even when he had seen him more often back in the day, he never saw him apologize before for anything. It's all the more funny to him that he feels he has to apologize for this; he's been carrying around guilt for that all this time? The masked man shakes his head and lets his ally know that the blame never rested on his shoulders. Whether Skull agrees or disagrees is unknown, he simply leaves the roof top after hearing that... There's a sound, a noise that stirs him from his deep slumber, it disrupts his pleasant dreams and makes him semi-aware. What is it, what is that thing that dares to wake him from his sleeping, all the more precious to him after this last week? It takes several moments for him to realize what it is that he hears, it's familiar to him and yet his mind is working slowly. Once his mind shakes the cobwebs off, it's already too late, he feels something that snaps him back into reality fully. It's cold, it's hard and it's steel, small and sharp, it's pressed against his neck below his jaw ever so slightly. The pressure isn't enough for it to be digging into him, let alone for it to be making a new hole in his body but it is there, it is just enough. It's enough for him to know what it is that's pressed against his throat, to let him know that should he attempt to scream there is no chance of it. His throat is going to be slit and spraying blood everywhere in his massive bed before he can get one syllable out. The window, it's what awoke him; the window is open after he distinctly recalls making Norman shut it & lock it. The breeze on this chilly French night, it blew through the open window and rustled the curtains & blinds to stir him from his slumber. Now that he's aware of the blade that's pressed against his neck, there isn't any doubt as to who it is that opened the window. It's the man that's standing over him, the man that's threatening his life for some reason that's unknown to him at this time. Who is it? Who dares to be stupid enough to make an enemy of him? It's a man that's already an enemy. Those eyes. Those eyes! They're the only thing he sees in the dark and he can't believe what it is that he's seeing, he literally can't believe it, it isn't possible. These are the eyes that have haunted him, they're taunted him, they're tormented him in his dreams for so many years. It is these eyes that have driven him the past several years, ever since that night, to position himself in a way that would allow for revenge. Everything else has meant nothing except for these eyes; watching them suffer and watching them disappear from his life. How? Why? PS: Listen very carefully, Chevalier, I want you to leave us alone. I want you to leave the boy alone. If I see so much as a hint of you or one of your underlings, I will return. I will harm you, and I will eliminate you. Behave, and you get to continue your existence. This is easy, made even easier by what kind of shape the man he holds at his mercy is in after Kamen's rescue mission for Blink. The decision to have this blade to the man's neck, a man he'd normally have no feelings or even thoughts for is easy. The decision to kill this man, should he disobey, is so easy it's effortless, once upon a time that would've been normal for him but things are different now. He isn't the man he once was and what makes this so easy, so easy to slip back into being that man for this moment...is Kamen. If this man threatens Kamen's well being again, there is no choice to be made in Skull's eyes, he's dead as soon as he does it. Everything he's worked for, everything he's devoted years of work towards, studying various teachings, it is all gone when he speaks. There is no restraint of emotions, he is not a rock, he is not anything close to the usual monotone most have grown accustom to. There's anger, brimming to the surface and fueling his words & his actions with this man he'd once would have had to call an ally. This is what that boy does to him; this is the price he pays for taking that boy in, his one blind spot. The double edged sword so many are prone to talking about. Chevalier: ...Get that away from me. As soon as the words growl out of the man's throat the blade is removed and Skull's striding back towards the window. His business is done here, he has nothing left to say to this man and he has nothing left to do here, he knows he'll obey. If there is one thing Chevalier values more than anything else it's his own skin, this little stunt by him is proof enough of that. Unfortunate for Skull, the other man is not done with him yet, forcing his body to sit up despite the pain it's in. Chevalier: What are you thinking, choosing a boy like that? It's a suicide mission, even for a far more skilled and experienced warrior. Does he even know what you've signed him up for? The fact that he's shouting should remind him that his help is going to be coming any minute now but he doesn't care. He's far too angry, far too embarrassed to care and he demands answers from this man that took everything away from him. These are answers he doesn't get, the masked man ignoring him and continuing to walk to the window, causing him to snarl. Without another word, the Seigi Sentai member hops on the windowsill, and he uses it to push off and there he goes... Leaving Chevaliver all alone, humiliated yet again by him. |
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