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 Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 5:23 pm
The night's yield was gutter trash.
It began as a promising affair, sporting a smattering of signatures that both tantalized and irritated him. And with each passing second, they dispersed, either ignoring or avoiding him, and soon he was left to chasing whispers of an experience. Despite his resolve, he resorted to mapping out the aftermath of battles, of youma-dust scattered to the wind. Occasionally he came close, and that breath of a senshi winked out, blended into the thriving nightlife of Destiny City and dissipated as soon as it began.
His search for fleeting experiences led him to the denser bowels of the city, where trash and rot were commonplace. The street lamps painted their indifference across the walls and bathed the ground in cold indecision. They illuminated a lack of drive, and grungy dispositions. People slept like vultures, always waiting for some meager means of leeching off another life, or another scrap of carrion. These practices spoke of simple minds, and perhaps there was beauty in that. He could relate, in his own violent way. Perhaps these last scrapings of humanity resembled him more closely than anyone he'd met before.
And so he slipped between their crowded bodies, littering the streets like shoah victims. He stooped beside one contorted figure and usurped a thin bottle of gin, holding it tightly while he trekked amongst the caked dregs of vagrants. They nary stirred around his light footing, as they were too far gone in fits of their own feverish dreams. He knew not what those dreams might yield, but he knew with certainty that a nightmare walked among them.
A nightmare searching for its host.
As he meandered through the web of darkened alleys, accompanied by a slowly depleting bottle of gin, his hopes piqued in earnest. He felt someone, something. Somewhere amongst the scum and blatant lies was that pinprick of a dream, equal to him in magnitude. He liked that. He sought that. And he fled through the ceaseless corridors in search of that singularity, in hopes of catching hold of it before it, too, vanished without a hint of its prior existence. In his persevering search, he finally found it, and it stood before him as a sultry vixen sporting a seething swath of a bow.
"Was haben wir?" He muttered, mostly to himself. As he approached, he addressed the star of the evening boldly. "Senshi, tell me - why do you stray so far from home tonight, eh?"Matisha Sorry I took a million years!
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 3:36 am
The night had proven to be a let down on both sides, where the agent had been searching for experiences Ate had been fighting to forget them. Her mind although truly made up with her destined path couldn’t help but grimaced at the internal pain of her soul. Returning from her home world after seeing the pain and neglect she was stemmed from she couldn’t help feeling tarnished by her kingdom, a kingdom that would allow such things, and if they did then surely she was meant for the other side, surely they were the only ones who campaigned for evil? Not that Ate had any disillusions that things were so black and white but it didn’t stop her feeling uncomfortable about it all. If only she could have one finally sign, she would stop stalling.
Kicking the empty beer can out of her way she dodged the legs and limbs of comatose drunks and tramps that littered what she called her part of town. She knew some of these people, had drunk with them. Had saved them from being Youma chow but now she walked amongst them to see if she could picture herself using them for energy, corrupting them, killing them….she had to admit the stink alone of this place assured her she had no problem doing any of the above. And while her mind pondered she didn’t hear the silent footfalls of the agent behind her, only his crisp accented voice shocking her out from her thoughts.
Twisting round green eyes flared at the agent before her, a touch of excitement rippled and she smirked in response to his question. She always liked the ones who talked to her first, especially the cute ones.
“Heh, who says this isn’t my home Agent? I find the back streets to my liking and am defiantly dressed for it.”She motioned to her fuku that could easily be passed off as a prostitute’s fancy garb who liked their job too much. Again she would forever question the space caldrons idea of proper attire. Where on the other hand she couldn’t help but lust over the feathers of the newcomer’s suit and quickly eyed him up and down smiling as she went, although she kept her opinions about him to herself.
“Plus isn’t exciting walking amongst the unfortunate seedy underworld of Destiny City? You never know what you can find here, adventure, action…most probably TB.” She frowned at something oozing down the wall and shuddered. Even though she controlled pollution airborne diseases were under no command of hers and she was still grossed out by most things in these alleyways. But for now her attention was firmly on the stranger.
“So…who do I have the pleasure of stumbling across tonight? Are we going to chat? Or are we going to dance?” She raised an eyebrow at the same time that she raised her fist, her intentions clear. Strickenized Don't be silly, thank you for starting!
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 12:03 am
A curious sort indeed.
This scout assailed him in an almost friendly way.
"I don't sink you're dressed for it at all." As he approached her, he gestured toward the varying vagabonds littering the streets, succumbing to their own errant dreams. They stood alone; nothing stirred around them. No one bothered to wake. "I see no sores on your face, no hunger in your eyes. Look at zem - zey belong here, far more zan you. Far more zan some errant star looking for a meager alley to light up. Zese people can't be saved, so why are you here?"
After another quick, markedly obvious, glance over her uniform, he began his pacing.
It was time to appraise this one's worth. How much fun might she bring? How easily might she fold? How well might she play? He wanted to know.
And so he entertained her questions.
"You can call me Bischofite, zough I sink I am ze one who stumbled across you, senshi." In his restless pursuit for novelty that night, he neglected to develop any sort of plan for running across the brighter sort. What good was a match without stakes? What was there to glean from assault without proper thought? Due to his oversight, he found himself grasping for reasons to come to blows. And with nothing in mind, he simply tossed the stolen bottle in her direction. "Your call. Consider it generosity on my part," He added, neglecting to pronounce the g as a j-sound.
As he considered his options, a smile spread on the captain's visage. He hesitated close to a sleeping girl, a shriveled semblance of a teenager. Despite a nudge with his boot, she refrained from waking up. Idly he wondered if it was downers or withdrawal. The sleep of the dead. "You could start by trying to convince me to leaf' zese people alone - I find my quota meager and my starseed collection dwindling. All I see is an opportunity to kill two birds wis' one stone.
"At least try to make it interesting."Matisha ugh sorry work is killing me
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 6:32 am
She caught the bottle with her raised hand defiantly although her need to do so was all governed by physical reaction. She would have begrudgingly seen it smash into the ground beside her if she wasn’t so sure it was what it was. You see she tried not to make it a habit of catching whatever the negaverse agents threw at her, they had a tendency to explode and explode they did. Seeing the bottle for its worth she sniffed the contents inside and wrinkled her nose at the strong smell, the thought of poison entered her thoughts as she looked at him eyebrow raised. Why a person would try and poison her rather than fight her was just to cowardly to entertain so with a smirk she brought it to her lips and took a shot of what was inside.
“Bischofite huh? Well since it’s my decision your so kindly giving to me I have a want to decline, Biz-zho-fite.” Her voice took on the terrible accent of German as she tried to replicate his name, her pronunciation all wrong. “But since your leaving me no choice I will have to remind you that some of the finer specimens in the dump of a city happen to be known by me. That girl - ” She pointed with the bottle towards a dirty blonde who sat shivering as the drug she had just pumped into her body got to work. She was no older that Sailor Ate but her life had taken a very different route - from the bubbly girl who liked to get high on the weekends to who Ate now knew as the homeless addict. The girl had asked for no help and Ate would never force her to accept it but even now she looked out for her, even if she knew this place was perfect for harvesting energy. Weak energy mind you but energy none the less.
“She happens to be an amazing violinist…when she’s high at least…But still I can’t have you sapping what energy she has left from her. Or any of these folks. The toxins in their blood stream would kill them once weakened, and am sure you could find someone more worthy that some diseased corpse hanging onto life.” Cruel but true, although Ate did like to think herself as protector of the city’s underworld. Where it wasn’t pretty or nice and you didn’t get thanked as much as vomited or spat on she still found herself wanting to see them survive. She could have easily been one once.
“So unless you want a real challenge I would walk away Mr Feathery, since I don’t really want to get that cute little get up of yours dirty for you, but I am more than happy to do so. I would rather…talk, than end up splitting your pretty face…since you know…alliances can change at any moment.” She raised her eyebrow in nod to her unspoken but chosen path, it may not be known news but if her goal was to ever become complete she really didn’t want to be making enemies right now. Not any more than she had of course. Strickenized Uhh tell me about it!! No pressure from me though <3
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 9:19 pm
"You might sink zat I disregard zese people because of zeir afflictions. If anysing, zey are more human because of it. More human zan you or I, anyway." He stooped down next to the girl he'd nudged and seized her left hand. After running his thumb over her fingertips, he released his grip. "You weren't lying, senshi; she has ze callouses of a violinist. She plays frequently. Or she did." By now she might've sold her sole beguiling possession for another hit. If not now, then soon - her money would dwindle, her supply would dry up, and she would be scathing for any means to return to the high.
Drug addicts held a common trait, one he found attractive in its own way: they lived hard. They lived weeks in a day, years in a month. Perhaps participating in this war pitched their rugged lifetimes into a similar bracket.
Bischofite straightened up and dusted off the knees of his pants. "But zat's beside ze point - you haf' some sort of kinship wis' zese people, zat much is obvious. Maybe you were once one of zem, I don't know." He shrugged dismissively. "I don't enjoy draining energy. It's boring. It's noncommittal. Even if I wanted to do it, I'd pick someone who actually has energy. Do zey look lively to you? Do you sink addicts steeped in wisdrawal or heroin are energetic?" He laughed, quietly satisfied by their curious encounter. He'd discovered something close to her heart, and that alone qualified his evening as fulfilled.
And his laugh only continued when she commented on his appearance. "I can't tell if you're trying to insult me or flatter me, girl. Es ist egal; if you want to talk, zen talk. If you want to fight, zen fight. Right now you're just dancing around ze subject, as if you expect me to make zat decision for you."
The black-haired captain usurped a dwindling cigarette from the weak grasp of an unconscious vagrant. He took a drag as if it were his own, and his expression became perplexed, even a bit disgusted, at the flavor. "Cheap s**t..." He muttered, mostly to himself, but he smoked it regardless. Nicotine in any form was still nicotine. "I must say, I don't belief' you senshi come from ze stars. You are too close to us. And if you did come from ze heavenly spheres, as Copernicus put it, zen you must'f' fallen hard." Anyone who strays into the dregs of society either held ties to the place, or resonated with the broken souls therein. Though he could not pinpoint which, he considered that she related quite heavily to these living shells.
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 7:11 am
Ate couldn’t help it she liked this Captain! Not only did he have the accent but his philosophy had her wanting to spark up a joint and talk about the universe with him. Not a good sign for potential enemies but ******** it, it was a Tuesday she lived wildly on a Tuesday.
“You know you should have your own chat show Bischofite, I could listen to you warble on about napkins and it would sound like some grand adventure...but your right, I do have connection with these people. I fight the line of being one of them everyday so to know that they have someone, anyone looking out for them gives me comfort. So that one day sitting with them covered in my own piss & s**t, ******** up to the eyeballs and taking to imaginary space men, I am going to have some scantly clad super kawaii girl fighting for me...” She moved her hands around her waist band until she came across the pack of cigarettes she always carried and proceeded to light one in response to the captains and took a long drag, her tongue curling round the smoke to create rings as she blew out. “Hopefully one with a great rack” She mumbled as she watched the agent with deep interest. It was like too cats weighing up their odds, the fight would be epic there was no question about that but there was a slow respect growing for the boy and Ate couldn’t help but drag this conversation out before it turned ugly.
“Heh…fallen angel hmm…I like that, it suits me. I believe, and stick with me while I ramble, I believe that some of us are destined to fall to let the few chosen ones shine brightest.” She looked down towards the girl who shuddered horribly as the drug rose to its grand finale, her hands digging into the concrete splitting the nails and drawing blood. Such a violent act yet the girl portrayed a calm expression, almost of pleasure and Ate smiled in return.
“But it doesn’t mean the fall was a push Bischofite, not at all…but a jump of our own free will, of our own choosing…” Throwing the cigarette down she grinned widely as she let the smoke escape through her teeth like a possessed dragon and began walking towards the Captain.
“I didn’t fall from the stars Agent, I plummeted.”
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 11:54 pm
Bischofite smirked, though he suspected she was mocking him. From what he experienced, people often seized on his accent as a point of weakness, and attacked him for it. Though, they didn't execute their motives in quite the same way as her... However, he highly doubted she spoke true complements to him. Why would an established enemy pay him any respect? Even though they had yet to act on their roles, it didn't prove them friends, either.
Did she already determine addiction was her path? How admirable. Setting herself on a path of self-destruction already... Alois would've connected to that, but Bischofite lacked such romanticism. Instead he kept silent, taking in her minute spiel and all the passion that delivered it. While he listened, he paced along the rows of sleeping spiders that littered the edges of the alley. In some ways, the war wasn't so far from an acid trip, and the thought of it coaxed a smile out of him. Even as he stared down the inky darkness of the unlit alley, he found mirth in the similarities between what she described and what they endured.
Perhaps she wasn't so far off from what she spoke. But did she realize that?
"Fallen angels... We're surrounded by zem." As they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. In this case, it's paved with withered bodies and crumbled dreams. "If I had any respect for humanity, I might pity zem. But as it stands, zey're more like... a baser evolution of ourselves. Zey lif' by a streamlined means of survival, and we do ze same, but our highs lie in killing each ozzer over..." He started to laugh. "It doesn't even matter; we kill to experience ze srill of killing."
Bischofite halted, not far from a wasted old man cradling an emptied bottle of liquor. "Falling as a choice is irrelevant. You can choose, or you can rail against it; falling is unavoidable for some." When he turned to regard her once more, a steeled expression replaced his typical countenance. "But you know all zis, don't you?" Certainly if she could speak of falling in that regard, then she previously ruminated on and understood all that he mentioned. Nothing he offered was news to her.
That just felt unfair.
He waited for her to approach him, unfazed by her sudden shift in demeanor. "So tell me somesing, Luci." He'd shortened the name of the most prolific fallen angel to suit her gender. "Why did you decide to fall?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 9:09 am
Now that was something she could get on board with. Her eyes alighted with the mention of killing for the thrill, for the winning. Venice had never shied purposely away from a fight especially one she thought of as a challenge and the boy had hit the nail on the head. She killed for the experience of doing it because it meant she had won and someone had to sacrifice the greatest gift they could give her. No honor, loyalty, friendship but their lives. She stepped no closer as she pondered his question, he mind truly ticking over the answer she would give him. There was something brutal in his question, an almost final act to Ate's mind set. She had already agreed to take the necessary steps to finding freedom from the White Court but all the little meetings she had had recently were slotting things neatly into place, like little challenges for her to complete and pass.
She smiled again, sadly this time as she remember all which she had seen on her home planet and felt that even if it was just that she had justification of leaving this faction. But she was damaged goods already and the white court had tried to fix that...and they had failed.
"I've never been one for heights Bischofite, but if I must answer you honestly I don't belong there, shining brightly for all to see. I prefer to walk amongst the scrubs and the dirt. I belong to it as much as it belongs to me -" At this she held her hands out to the side the magic she commanded calling to the pollution around her, swarming towards his in dust clouds and bottles. It made those undesirables move begrudgingly as filth and grim was pulled from beneath them to swell before Ate's palms. - "And i was being kept from them, so if and when I get the chance to jump it wouldn't be to my death Bischofite, it would be towards my future, my world...my life." She let the energy she was sending out crumble away as the dust and cans clattered to the floor in huge mounds of garbage. A man mumbled something in the darkness about UFO's and returned to his broken snoring. Ate was now staring the boy down, not sure where to take this next or if she should run shouting for the great chaos leader to come get her now.
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 1:19 pm
Bischofite watched her in absolute interest, taking in her words without qualms. She betrayed her own court by trusting him with her feelings, with her doubts concerning her nature. He understood her point clearly - some were not meant for the limelight, the benevolent role, the war against transgression. He himself did not perceive the Negaverse as a wholly evil faction, unlike the White Moon Court's unyielding disdain. It remained a means to an end; though their aims were glorious and commendable, Bischofite failed to see the use in salvaging humanity.
So the stars threatened to close in on the world... Who was he to stop them? Merely the seduction in rancor drew him to the cause. The allure of anonymity. The promise of absolute freedom.
Bischofite watched her building mass of pollution warily; he suspected she might have manipulated him into a sense of false security. Could she have succeeded in puppeteering him? How shameful; the only requirements were to appeal to his absolutely iconoclastic view of the world, and flatter him with minor platitudes. Was this the face of absolution that he intended for himself? No. No - she didn't seek to beguile him. As he watched, her attack crumbled into mounds beneath her hands. She bore no betrayal in her eyes, her voice. Perhaps he was safe from such plaguing thoughts for now, though... He wondered of her intentions.
"You haf' a curious mind, girl." He took great pause in approaching her; she may speak of joining with them, but he already capitulated to her whims once. "You're approaching entropy. Ze natural order of sings. Zat power of yours is an example of it - of atrophy. Decay. But ze senshi you follow now choose to go against ze grain of ze universe - but all sings are corrected in time. Maybe you're an example of zat yourself." He took another drag of the stolen cigarette, and respired through his nose. The smoke writhed through the air before finally succumbing to absence. "I never sought I would talk wis' a senshi who had ein stückchen* of common sense. Maybe you are salvageable.
"But I want to hear somesing from you - somesing zat might dissuade you from rejoining ze people you lof'e, or it may drive you furzer from ze White Moon Court. Tell me - do you know ze true nature of youma? Ze very sings you spend your nights fighting against, as a means to protect what meager souls litter zis city like gutter trash. I want to know. What do you sink zey truly are?" His fervent gaze settled on her, feverish with excitement and errant curiosity. She enraptured him, captured his attention. Now she needed to demonstrate the ability to retain that which she so easily claimed.*An iota.
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 9:32 am
Now that was a question she hadn’t heard before. And why would she? The conversations usually uttered between her and the Negaverse were, until very recently that is, cries of pain and anguish and the only thing spoken about Youma in the White Court was how to get their dust of your shoes. No, no one had ever mentioned Youma as being anything other than monsters sent from god-knows where in aid to capturing or killing civilians and Senshi. It was accepted that they were either old magic or creatures from another dimension, dam if the conversation got that far about Youma it was considered a decent discussion! You killed them that’s what you did, you didn’t invite them round for tea or speak to them about the world. They were cannon fodder. End off. So for Bischofite to uttered this question had Ate stumped, her brows creased in thought and for a moment she didn’t know what to say, it was never good revealing a weakness in your knowledge but that was what it was, and she wanted to know the answer.
“Don’t tell me, their misunderstood galactic space bunnies with hopes and dreams and candy cane kisses for everyone and we came along and ******** up everything by killing them all because they are freaky looking ********?? Well hot dam and here I thought that when one bit off a guys arm he was actually trying to bite it off, not give him a hug! Wow, my eyes, they are open anew!” The sarcasm rolled of her tongue before she could stop herself, her mind instantly berating herself for doing so. She didn’t want to end this conversation just yet but she was making fun of him and his sudden take on Youma being anything other than Youma.
“Eh..sorry, forgive me, when you kill so many you forget they are anything other than a punching bag. Explain oh wise one!”
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 3:34 pm
Bischofite - no, Alois - instantly regretted opening his mouth. Even under the ethereal guise of power and anonymity, it failed to shield him from stinging retorts. She chose to harm, as every senshi does, but few see their attempts to fruition. She didn't have that problem - her attacks, unintentional or well-directed, yielded blood. Rivulets of it.
But as an animal himself, survival lay in feigning health.
Her mercurial nature became too much to bear, and why should he subject himself to it? She proved time and again his reasons for avoiding the whole of humanity, instead preferring company with a keen awareness of the baser components of life. She suited those stars in the sky - too lofty for her own good, too scathing in her nature, too volatile in her actions. He quickly understood the folly in his choice to stick around. He should've burnt her to the ground without qualm and relegated himself to continued patrol.
"Don't try to apologize to me like you mean it," he snarled, his reaction to injury becoming quickly apparent. "You already made it clear zat talking to me is wors'less. You already showed me zat you haf' no respect for anysing zat I haf' to say. Why ze <********> should I answer you now?" His gaze alight with anger, he directed his caustic attention toward the sole senshi for as far as he could feel.
People like you are the reason mankind should burn.
"Rot in your own misery, b***h. Rot wis' all zese rejected lives; you said it yourself, you're no different. So claim zeir fate as your own, and kill yourself srough your godforsaken vices." He wanted nothing to do with her now. He didn't even want to kill her; to do so would be too swift and merciful, despite all manner of iniquitous deeds he might imagine. If he suffered any injury through fighting her - even if he won - it was a loss. Nothing he said carried any effect. Nothing he did yielded any sense of relief from this feeling of utter failure.
He was nothing, and she made that painfully clear. For as long as he tried to avoid that train of thought, it bit him in the a**. He was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing in social endeavors, nothing in his family, nothing in the Negaverse. He might as well take to heart the insults he shot to her and heed that advice for himself. Surely it would yield a better result than this.
Rather than stick around and subject himself to more torturous reminders of his ineptitude, he sought to depart down the alley and find some way to drown himself in distractions from the truth of his existence.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 8:22 am
The twist in atmosphere happened so suddenly that Ate was left gasping at his retort, her eyes wide and her mouth bopping like a fish as she tried to understand this sudden nasty speech she’d been awarded. She didn’t for a second consider her words to have been cruel, but maybe that was her problem. That she never thought before she spoke, that she chose sarcastic cutting words for either humor or defense. She was the one willing to cut someone down without hesitation of they said something silly or stupid and if they exposed their neck to her she would go for it, even if her intentions, to herself, were meant to be good.
And here she had done it again, the contempt and anger hitting her like punches as he spoke his fury at her arrogance, his own words hitting nerves she would rather keep buried and she was blind sighted by them. She was shocked by his reaction, it would have been funny if he didn’t seem so serious, her want to start calling him an “emo” was almost palpable but she squashed the need beneath her guilt at causing this and ran after him, her hand catching his shoulder before releasing it in case he thought she was attacking, her words urgent and full of apology.
“Woah, wait! Please! Please! Am sorry, I am…am just too ******** up to know when someone is trying to help me, to teach me something. You didn’t deserve me running my mouth of like that, when your taught to kill Youma without question you forget there may be any deeper meaning to them…please.”
The boy had obvious dug a claw in deep because she was truly sorry for her words and his reaction. Her need to take care of him came in a cold wave and she suddenly wanted to grab and hold him, to stop the demons he fought from attacking because they were the same demons that attacked her and she saw it in his eyes.
“If you want to leave go, I won’t stop you, but remember…I am finding my way to the right path, and just like these people I will stumble, there is no shame or fault in that. So don’t place people on such a pedestal ok…because one day even you will fall and you might need someone like me to catch you…”
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 1:23 pm
"No s**t I didn't!" He retorted, rounding on her to cast off that unwanted hand. With a snarl he could hardly stifle, he started on her with all the roiling anger that she loosed in a series of snide remarks. "None of you even sink to question your duties, do you?! Do you sink all zere is to saving anyone around you is to just attack everysing you see and hope its deas' merits some reward? Let me tell you somesing about all zese monsters you fight wis'out a second sought!" He paused, searching her countenance with ravenous eyes - seeking submission, if not unabashed fear.
"You don't even deserve to know zis - even if you sink you're going down ze 'right direction' and zat you should be afforded some lenience for your faults - but youma are posthuman. All you kill... Are humans. Were humans. All you're doing is damage, girl. Are you even understanding zis? Are you even listening to me, or does ze White Moon Court haf' you so terribly brainwashed zat you can't even begin to process zat information?" He stood markedly taller than her, and looked down at her as she deserved.
All senshi are s**t. All knights are s**t. This is what they deserve.
Bischofite started past her, clipping her shoulder roughly in his passing, though he stopped a couple meters away. He neglected to turn and face her, though he spoke over his shoulder. "You can stumble all you like, but even ze innocent burn. Das Gegenteil von gut ist gut gemeint*. And when I fall, senshi, I will choose to fall, just like you. But I don't want anyone to catch me, not for anysing - because zere's somesing far better zan redemption: absolution."
She wouldn't understand. The senshi remained so entrenched in their tired old ideals that they failed to realize that notions from the past no longer colored the present. No - he doubted she could manifest the change she spoke of. Even if she wanted to break free of her bindings, what point was there in struggling for it? It wasn't up to her.
"If I ever see you again... You better not be wearing white." As trite a threat it was, it served its purpose. He wouldn't tolerate any more talks with senshi - it was a pointless affair. Nothing came of it. Even the receptive ones remained bound to their pitiful ideals.
What a waste of an evening.*The opposite of good is well-intentioned.Matisha äte is so cute, and i almost forgot to translate
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 8:56 am
"Post...human?"
At first the word just rattled around her head, a lost word in a confusion of space, her mind not really understanding but poking at it with worried fingers. The raising anger of Bischofite voice penetrating her mind once or twice as he continued to berate and scold her, her hand beginning to absently-mindedly stroke the side of her neck as if it hurt, her eyes wide and reds lips biting against each other."They were post human?" She heard the agent spit out another insult, his fury feeding his passionate rant and she felt like she was looking out at the speaker of a revolution in full throttle. The audience wasn't on the same level but those that did murmur through the deathly clutches seem to agree with the boy, even though they probably had no idea what was going on.
His last remark was a threat Ate could live with but the question on her tongue could not go unheard and her hand shot out as if the action could hold him in place, her voice a little louder than it was before.
"All of them?" Agent tell me! Was it all of them?" Her face a mask of fury as if new shadows had come down the alley and settled on her face. Her heart was beating a little too fast, her palms grew sweaty within her gloves and she felt sick to the stomach. Maybe, just maybe he meant something else, maybe he didn't mean humans at all, maybe he was just as crazy as those that surrounded them.
Maybe this was the last straw that would take her away.
The feeling of nauseating panic swelled in her stomach as she tensed for the answer, her eyes pleading even if her face emanated a cold anger that was not directed at Bischofite per say but the whole Moon Kingdom that worked around them. Strickenized And Ate would fall in love if she didn't think he would make her cry every other day XD
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 11:31 am
Bischofite rounded to face her entirely - she searched him for answers, so she would receive the full brunt of those truths. She may search his eyes for some hint of deception, an inkling of a lie, but he would yield nothing.
"All of zem," he echoed, spreading his arms wide to encompass the gravity of his statement, "Every single one. What you kill are humans of a different form, no different from zese people you resonate wis' so readily." His voice no longer bore a caustic tone; he sounded closer to calm, almost serene, in the deliverance of his statement. "Would you murder zem wis'out a second sought? Face it girl - ze White Moon Court lied to you. You're killing people in ze form zey were meant to haf'. You are part of ze eugenics squad seeking to stifle evolution."
Was she truly clueless over that fact? Or did the senshi simply feign ignorance over the people they murdered? He didn't know, but he didn't entirely trust her incredulity either.
"Ignorance truly is bliss, isn't it? I bet you liked killing somesing wis'out knowing why. Tell me somesing else, girl - haf' you ever seen a youma trying to kill anozzer youma? Haf' you ever seen zem devour each ozzer like humans are so prone to do, as we are now?" He smiled darkly. "Because I haven't - and I wager I'f seen a lot more youma zan you. Pretty as you are, you're so hopelessly misguided."
What a shame. The White Moon bred a hive mind, passing on only meager scraps of information to their inducted followers. She was a perfect example - unable to grasp the reasoning behind youma, as well as her own orders to exterminate them like pests, she now stood uncertain and shaken in her resolve. It suited her, almost - to see those vivid green eyes flooded with fury and unrestrained helplessness. Really, did she expect any different? What was the difference between murdering youma and murdering rottweilers? Both bore a terrible stigma within the community.
Maybe this one senshi wasn't as hopeless as he initially discerned.Matisha Don't do it Ate! He would just want sexytime lol
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