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@dark-water-berthier
Sticks his tongue out at him when he thinks no one is looking. He's a very important, grown up ambassador.
Was looking, and sticks his tongue back out at Rubeus.
This is a very important meeting. These are very important men.
Watches in embarrassment.
There are foolish, sad little men.
@dark-water-berthier
Jadeite didn’t understand the opposition, but he was going to. That was his job as a spy, as an infiltrator, as a diplomat, an ambassador, etc, etc, all the pretty names and ugly ones, at the end of the day that was what he always did. He got to know what the other side wanted, whoever the other side was, so he could take that back to his leaders and they could use it to get rid of the opposition.
Of course, he didn’t really remember much about the fact that he’d done all this before - like everyone else who’d been purified, he didn’t remember any life but this one - but he’d heard about it, from the few records that were around, and it fit with his skills.
Those at least didn’t rely on memories.
This did. Infiltration, and investigation, he needed memories - not his, but those from Nemesis. How could he understand if he didn’t hear what motivated the people?
His hair is black, dull and nondescript dyed instead of magic’d, cut in a bland, average cut, his eyes still blue but dull, his features made bland, nose a little busted, lips a little chapped, brows bushy - nothing about him is fancy, but he also isn’t too perfectly average. Just a regular person, a little hard to pick out of a crowd. His clothes are overlarge and patched, and his hood is tucked over his head - fitted to the people who sat in bars on Crystal Tokyo - and who scrabbled over supplies in Nemesis, according to rumor.
That’s where he was. Nemesis, shipped hidden with a garbage truck, stranded for the next round of days, to collect information before he headed back to Earth to report.
For now - he wandered, watching without lingering.
Berthier didn’t particularly love her position, but she did whatever she had to in order to ensure her ranking within the Clan. With no such thing as a royal family in Nemesis, each and every effort to prove oneself skilled and useful in the constant warfare they lived through counted when it came to yielding any power whatsoever.
And unfortunately, in a country striken by so much horror and scarcity, a person would survive and thrive only by force. But force doesn’t necessarily mean physical muscles, but also wisdom and relying on one’s skills.
If what they needed at this point was someone reliable and relatively honest to ensure no suspect contraband arrived within the planet - there was always contraband, and that she understood, but she needed to keep tabs on that too. Berthier would take charge of that. She went over the items carefully, asking for detailed information and taking detailed notes of everything. She even confiscated a small container of illegal make up. Good. She had been in need of that.
Because Nemesis didn’t have many options on who to trade with, even though Crystal Tokyo and the planet had begin opening borders to one another, her dull job only took a few hours. But instead of teleporting back to her base, she decided to walk back – it had been a long while since she spent any longer than necessary in the streets.
The streets of Nemesis weren’t safe, even for someone as high rank as her, but she didn’t fear civilians as much as she feared the changes that were happening so fast.
Of course it was every Nemesian’s dream to have respect from the rest of the Universe, and access to resources too. But she didn’t approve of such a close relationship with Earth. And in days, she’d be going there. To Earth. To Crystal Tokyo.
She thought of it all but her eyes focused on dark blue eyes that seemed to watch her. She had never seen that person before, which didn’t mean much, but somehow they had a striking figure.
Oh, he’s been noticed. Someone catching his eyes, and following.
On Earth, he would offer an impish grin, a flick of the eyes, and then disappear, to see if this pretty lady would follow after him. On Earth, he would scowl and duck, disappear through the nearest door and dare anyone to keep track.
On Nemesis, either choice could be suspicious. He’s already seen that. There’s no casual, easy joy on Nemesis, not out in the open at least. It’s a grim and dismal place and he can easily say he hates it already, but most people don’t just duck away from eyes either - that was weakness, and so far it seemed like people relied on force to get things done, here in Nemesis.
He needed some force of his own - or at least, some grit. He cocks his head and keeps looking, raising a brow as if to say, ‘what? is there a problem?’.
Let her come to him, if she wanted. He wasn’t going to approach., That would be a bad look, get too much attention. Better to be an unlucky sap than a bold stranger.
The way the man looked at her made Berthier furious. Didn’t he recognized one of the Prince’s most trusted soldiers? She knew this opening of the borders would create this type of issue between Nemesians. She knew they would start seeing Demando as a weak royal. She despised that idea of being seen as weak.
“You. Which area are you from?” Berthier asked, raising her posture to seem more important.
Oh she’s mad, that little flash of challenge had been enough to rattle her chain something fierce. Jadeite ducked his head and scrunched his shoulders, all alarmed and regretful posture, and rattled off the name of an area he’d overheard people discussing.
clearly there is a problem, and maybe he’ll get her to talk about it by presenting a confusing target.
“Oh.” Berthier paused, in acknowledgement. “Oh, makes sense why you’re patrolling. I apologize, it has been odd around here lately. Have you heard about the Kinmoku senshi?” She mumbled, shaking her head nervously.
Apparently they came with peace offerings and to show support in regards to the talks of peace between Crystal Tokyo and Nemesis, but Berthier still felt uneasy about it all.
“You’re making me try this odd combination… why?”
“Because you’re going to love it,” he said with the utmost confidence. After the ever-charming Setsuna had taken him to what he had considered a wildly exotic restaurant, Rubeus was determined to recreate his new favorite dish for one of his favorite, and supposedly most adventurous people.
He had been told by countless people that he had the run of the castle’s kitchens if he so wished, and so after much sweating and rumination, he had produced a salad of beets, microgreens, goat cheese, and strawberries marinated in balsamic vingegar. Placing the plate in front of Berthier, he stared impatiently at her, waiting for her judgement.
“Just try it. You’ll like it.”
Berthier wanted to barf at the idea of trying anything new. She wasn’t the most adventurous when it came to...well, anything really. But food was particularly displeasing.
But Rubeus seemed...eager? There was something off about him, something almost casual she barely recognized. The last time she had seen him was when they were still children. Most times, especially in the last few years, their interactions had been nearly strictly about warfare. She imagined the general would be miserable in those circumstances without any action, but Rubeus seemed to be occupying himself with other things.
And he seemed happy.
“Uh...” She reached carefully to take a small bite, and she had to admit - it wasn’t the worst thing she had tried, but the flavors together were too much for her. Berthier offered a smile anyway. “Oh, how lovely. Where did you learn how to make this... uh... delicacy?"
'' Look at your skin, sister! It looks awful, you've been so stressed. You know, I've got some new ingredients that are being smuggled tomorrow... you could really use some."
Berthier immediately held up her pocket mirror to see whether she looked awful, and Calaveras was absolutely wrong. She still looked flawless.
“It’s the shadow hitting me the wrong way. You’re so stupid, you really need glasses. Must be your age.”
Finally she was breaking through Berthier. She hated all the secrets and not being part of whatever was going on. And annoying Berthier seemed to work most of the time.
“ Odd how?” Calaveras asked. “ And why do YOU have to keep an eye on him? It’s ok, you don’t have to beg, I will help you.” She smiled. “ But you do need to do something about your skin. Ok, tell me ore about this odd thing.”
“Stop insulting me.” Berthier hissed seriously. She hated how Calaveras always needed to get appearance into the conversations. Sometimes she wondered if her and her sister ever could have any degree of common interest. Berthier cared about her looks, of course she did -- but there were more important topics in her mind.
She made a mental note to ask for this skin care product, though.
“Have you noticed he’s been disappearing for hours at a time? I’ve seen him accompanied by someone. Well... not just someone. One of the Senshi. A tall one, with long green hair and dark skin. I can’t seem to remember her name.” She murmured.
“I don’t know. Rubeus and a senshi commiserating? I saw them swimming together at the lake.”
“ Alright, fine...” Calaveras raised her hands in the air ad a peace sign. She would stop bugging her sister abour her horrendous skin just because Berthier was finally giving her some attention.
Calaveras nodded taking a moment to remember those couple of moments she had seen Rubeus acting suspicious. “ He did seem to be lost in his own thoughts the other day.” But of course, Rubeus never really paid much attention to her. No one really did, Calaveras was probably to most ignored sister.
But him being involved in any way with a Senshi seemed a bit too much. “ That’s impossible, I cannot imagine such disgusting thing, Berthier. It would feel like treason. Perhaps Demando sent him? That can be the only explanation.” Calaveras almost gagged at the mere image of swimming with a Senshi.
A tall and dark haired skin? “ No way, the door Senshi? She’s very powerful. What is he up to?”
Oh, Calaveras nailpolish was so ugly. Berthier almost commented on it, but focus. Focus.
“That’s what he implied,” Berthier nodded in agreement. “It’s not that I don’t believe Rubeus. But it worries me to think of him taking such a risk — especially when we’re in this Palace. It’s not like we’re the majority here. They are.
I know I’m overthinking, but they truly seemed friendly.” Berthier pondered, bitting her bottom lip.
“Why would Demando-sama request such thing?"
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Munching & Morsels Starters
“I’m not someone who just eats anything.”
“Peanut butter? Out of the jar? With a fork?”
“This looks… like it could be edible.”
“It’s four in the morning, why are you in the cupboards?”
“So here’s the legendary snack gremlin in it’s natural habitat.”
“You didn’t make this for me. You did not.”
“Nope don’t care how much you didn’t cook this correctly, I’m eating it.”
“You didn’t touch dinner all night but now you’re eating?”
“Is this a lack of appetite or a lack of fine taste?”
“Try it. Come on, I swear it won’t poison you.”
“We have all this food and I want none of this. Stupid brain and food wants.”
“You abducted ALL of my chips? You’re a monster.”
“I need you to stay out of the kitchen for uh… reasons.”
“Hmm is that pleasant aroma what you’re cooking or just you?”
“I don’t think this is how you make a salsa.”
“You’re making me try this odd combination… why?”
“What unholy abomination are you eating?”
“I’m eating… you know what, I don’t know either.”
“You made this, so I’m going to eat it. I’m not wasting your effort no matter how awful it is.”
“Huh. This doesn’t taste half bad.”
“I told you that probably wasn’t a wise decision to eat.”
“I’m gonna give this cupboard twenty minutes for it to put my snacks back or else.”
“Bold enough to take the snack out of my mouth huh?”
“I’m volunteering as tribute for your food experiments.”
“So we’re waving the white flag and getting take out right?”
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'' Look at your skin, sister! It looks awful, you've been so stressed. You know, I've got some new ingredients that are being smuggled tomorrow... you could really use some."
Berthier immediately held up her pocket mirror to see whether she looked awful, and Calaveras was absolutely wrong. She still looked flawless.
“It’s the shadow hitting me the wrong way. You’re so stupid, you really need glasses. Must be your age.”
Finally she was breaking through Berthier. She hated all the secrets and not being part of whatever was going on. And annoying Berthier seemed to work most of the time.
“ Odd how?” Calaveras asked. “ And why do YOU have to keep an eye on him? It’s ok, you don’t have to beg, I will help you.” She smiled. “ But you do need to do something about your skin. Ok, tell me ore about this odd thing.”
“Stop insulting me.” Berthier hissed seriously. She hated how Calaveras always needed to get appearance into the conversations. Sometimes she wondered if her and her sister ever could have any degree of common interest. Berthier cared about her looks, of course she did -- but there were more important topics in her mind.
She made a mental note to ask for this skin care product, though.
“Have you noticed he’s been disappearing for hours at a time? I’ve seen him accompanied by someone. Well... not just someone. One of the Senshi. A tall one, with long green hair and dark skin. I can’t seem to remember her name.” She murmured.
“I don’t know. Rubeus and a senshi commiserating? I saw them swimming together at the lake.”
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'' Look at your skin, sister! It looks awful, you've been so stressed. You know, I've got some new ingredients that are being smuggled tomorrow... you could really use some."
Berthier immediately held up her pocket mirror to see whether she looked awful, and Calaveras was absolutely wrong. She still looked flawless.
“It’s the shadow hitting me the wrong way. You’re so stupid, you really need glasses. Must be your age.”
Calaveras rolled her eyes. “ Playing secret spy with Rubeus and sneaking to Crystal Tokyo has really damaged your skin and denying it won’t help it. Oh no...” She gasped in horror. “ Is that a wrinkle on your forehead? How embarassing. I was actually willing to lend you some of the glaciar water, citrics and lavender I’ll be receiving tomorrow but it’s a pity you don’t want it.” She shrugged and started walking away.
“Aaah, so you’re jealous, big sister?” Berthier asked, batting her long lashes in lazy curiosity.
“Don’t worry about it too much. Rubeus-sama does prefer the company of wiser and smarter people in his life, so it’s natural that he navigates to me, of course.”
“ Jealous of how stressed and over worked you are? Please, don’t be ridiculous.” Calaveras tried to laugh it off. Jealousy wasn’t the word she would use to describe her feeling. But she was very curious and couldn’t stand being left out.
“ He probably navigates towards you beause you follow after him like a dumb puppy. I have my own business and missions to work on, anyways. I can work and keep my skin flawless, and maybe you should do something about yours. It’s embarassing to be related to you.”
Berthier sighed, and rolled her eyes. She had to shake her head, because at times Calaveras was just so incredibly dense.
“Listen,” She whispered. “Someone needs to keep an eye on... him.” She looked around to certify that no one was listening to him. “There’s something odd going on.”
'' Look at your skin, sister! It looks awful, you've been so stressed. You know, I've got some new ingredients that are being smuggled tomorrow... you could really use some."
Berthier immediately held up her pocket mirror to see whether she looked awful, and Calaveras was absolutely wrong. She still looked flawless.
“It’s the shadow hitting me the wrong way. You’re so stupid, you really need glasses. Must be your age.”
Calaveras rolled her eyes. “ Playing secret spy with Rubeus and sneaking to Crystal Tokyo has really damaged your skin and denying it won’t help it. Oh no...” She gasped in horror. “ Is that a wrinkle on your forehead? How embarassing. I was actually willing to lend you some of the glaciar water, citrics and lavender I’ll be receiving tomorrow but it’s a pity you don’t want it.” She shrugged and started walking away.
“Aaah, so you’re jealous, big sister?” Berthier asked, batting her long lashes in lazy curiosity.
“Don’t worry about it too much. Rubeus-sama does prefer the company of wiser and smarter people in his life, so it’s natural that he navigates to me, of course.”
'' Look at your skin, sister! It looks awful, you've been so stressed. You know, I've got some new ingredients that are being smuggled tomorrow... you could really use some."
Berthier immediately held up her pocket mirror to see whether she looked awful, and Calaveras was absolutely wrong. She still looked flawless.
“It’s the shadow hitting me the wrong way. You’re so stupid, you really need glasses. Must be your age.”
"I don't like this place. It feels like somebody's always watching us."
Berthier nodded slowly, discretely. She didn’t want anyone to think they were commiserating or plotting anything. For a lack of a better expression, she felt like a fish out of water.
“Half of the time I regret coming here, however, I don’t know if I would be comfortable sending our Prince by himself. I know I wouldn’t be comfortable.” She quickly corrected herself.
“Everyone is so... nice. Almost too nice. Don’t you think?” She rose her eyes to meet his.
@dark-water-berthier
Jadeite didn’t understand the opposition, but he was going to. That was his job as a spy, as an infiltrator, as a diplomat, an ambassador, etc, etc, all the pretty names and ugly ones, at the end of the day that was what he always did. He got to know what the other side wanted, whoever the other side was, so he could take that back to his leaders and they could use it to get rid of the opposition.
Of course, he didn’t really remember much about the fact that he’d done all this before - like everyone else who’d been purified, he didn’t remember any life but this one - but he’d heard about it, from the few records that were around, and it fit with his skills.
Those at least didn’t rely on memories.
This did. Infiltration, and investigation, he needed memories - not his, but those from Nemesis. How could he understand if he didn’t hear what motivated the people?
His hair is black, dull and nondescript dyed instead of magic’d, cut in a bland, average cut, his eyes still blue but dull, his features made bland, nose a little busted, lips a little chapped, brows bushy - nothing about him is fancy, but he also isn’t too perfectly average. Just a regular person, a little hard to pick out of a crowd. His clothes are overlarge and patched, and his hood is tucked over his head - fitted to the people who sat in bars on Crystal Tokyo - and who scrabbled over supplies in Nemesis, according to rumor.
That’s where he was. Nemesis, shipped hidden with a garbage truck, stranded for the next round of days, to collect information before he headed back to Earth to report.
For now - he wandered, watching without lingering.
Berthier didn’t particularly love her position, but she did whatever she had to in order to ensure her ranking within the Clan. With no such thing as a royal family in Nemesis, each and every effort to prove oneself skilled and useful in the constant warfare they lived through counted when it came to yielding any power whatsoever.
And unfortunately, in a country striken by so much horror and scarcity, a person would survive and thrive only by force. But force doesn’t necessarily mean physical muscles, but also wisdom and relying on one’s skills.
If what they needed at this point was someone reliable and relatively honest to ensure no suspect contraband arrived within the planet - there was always contraband, and that she understood, but she needed to keep tabs on that too. Berthier would take charge of that. She went over the items carefully, asking for detailed information and taking detailed notes of everything. She even confiscated a small container of illegal make up. Good. She had been in need of that.
Because Nemesis didn’t have many options on who to trade with, even though Crystal Tokyo and the planet had begin opening borders to one another, her dull job only took a few hours. But instead of teleporting back to her base, she decided to walk back – it had been a long while since she spent any longer than necessary in the streets.
The streets of Nemesis weren’t safe, even for someone as high rank as her, but she didn’t fear civilians as much as she feared the changes that were happening so fast.
Of course it was every Nemesian’s dream to have respect from the rest of the Universe, and access to resources too. But she didn’t approve of such a close relationship with Earth. And in days, she’d be going there. To Earth. To Crystal Tokyo.
She thought of it all but her eyes focused on dark blue eyes that seemed to watch her. She had never seen that person before, which didn’t mean much, but somehow they had a striking figure.
Oh, he’s been noticed. Someone catching his eyes, and following.
On Earth, he would offer an impish grin, a flick of the eyes, and then disappear, to see if this pretty lady would follow after him. On Earth, he would scowl and duck, disappear through the nearest door and dare anyone to keep track.
On Nemesis, either choice could be suspicious. He’s already seen that. There’s no casual, easy joy on Nemesis, not out in the open at least. It’s a grim and dismal place and he can easily say he hates it already, but most people don’t just duck away from eyes either - that was weakness, and so far it seemed like people relied on force to get things done, here in Nemesis.
He needed some force of his own - or at least, some grit. He cocks his head and keeps looking, raising a brow as if to say, ‘what? is there a problem?’.
Let her come to him, if she wanted. He wasn’t going to approach., That would be a bad look, get too much attention. Better to be an unlucky sap than a bold stranger.
The way the man looked at her made Berthier furious. Didn’t he recognized one of the Prince’s most trusted soldiers? She knew this opening of the borders would create this type of issue between Nemesians. She knew they would start seeing Demando as a weak royal. She despised that idea of being seen as weak.
“You. Which area are you from?” Berthier asked, raising her posture to seem more important.
@dark-water-berthier
Jadeite didn’t understand the opposition, but he was going to. That was his job as a spy, as an infiltrator, as a diplomat, an ambassador, etc, etc, all the pretty names and ugly ones, at the end of the day that was what he always did. He got to know what the other side wanted, whoever the other side was, so he could take that back to his leaders and they could use it to get rid of the opposition.
Of course, he didn’t really remember much about the fact that he’d done all this before - like everyone else who’d been purified, he didn’t remember any life but this one - but he’d heard about it, from the few records that were around, and it fit with his skills.
Those at least didn’t rely on memories.
This did. Infiltration, and investigation, he needed memories - not his, but those from Nemesis. How could he understand if he didn’t hear what motivated the people?
His hair is black, dull and nondescript dyed instead of magic’d, cut in a bland, average cut, his eyes still blue but dull, his features made bland, nose a little busted, lips a little chapped, brows bushy - nothing about him is fancy, but he also isn’t too perfectly average. Just a regular person, a little hard to pick out of a crowd. His clothes are overlarge and patched, and his hood is tucked over his head - fitted to the people who sat in bars on Crystal Tokyo - and who scrabbled over supplies in Nemesis, according to rumor.
That’s where he was. Nemesis, shipped hidden with a garbage truck, stranded for the next round of days, to collect information before he headed back to Earth to report.
For now - he wandered, watching without lingering.
Berthier didn’t particularly love her position, but she did whatever she had to in order to ensure her ranking within the Clan. With no such thing as a royal family in Nemesis, each and every effort to prove oneself skilled and useful in the constant warfare they lived through counted when it came to yielding any power whatsoever.
And unfortunately, in a country striken by so much horror and scarcity, a person would survive and thrive only by force. But force doesn’t necessarily mean physical muscles, but also wisdom and relying on one’s skills.
If what they needed at this point was someone reliable and relatively honest to ensure no suspect contraband arrived within the planet - there was always contraband, and that she understood, but she needed to keep tabs on that too. Berthier would take charge of that. She went over the items carefully, asking for detailed information and taking detailed notes of everything. She even confiscated a small container of illegal make up. Good. She had been in need of that.
Because Nemesis didn’t have many options on who to trade with, even though Crystal Tokyo and the planet had begin opening borders to one another, her dull job only took a few hours. But instead of teleporting back to her base, she decided to walk back -- it had been a long while since she spent any longer than necessary in the streets.
The streets of Nemesis weren’t safe, even for someone as high rank as her, but she didn’t fear civilians as much as she feared the changes that were happening so fast.
Of course it was every Nemesian’s dream to have respect from the rest of the Universe, and access to resources too. But she didn’t approve of such a close relationship with Earth. And in days, she’d be going there. To Earth. To Crystal Tokyo.
She thought of it all but her eyes focused on dark blue eyes that seemed to watch her. She had never seen that person before, which didn’t mean much, but somehow they had a striking figure.
