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 Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 11:44 am
"Watch yourself on the way home! Its been snowing." Called a cheerful voice from the office as Ariel stalked towards the front door of the police ******** off, Paul!" The raven haired woman called back over her shoulder, a sneer twisting her face. "It was snowing when I got here and my SUV eats winter for breakfast."
A rough shove pushed the front door open and the woman stomped outside into a picture perfect winter wonderland. Deep inside, where no one could see it, she could appreciate the wonder of a city covered in clean white snow, soft flakes drifting down from the sky while the moon made everything glow... but on the outside, she was too busy getting her freezing a** into her nice warm car to stop and saver the moment.
Right now, all she wanted was to get home, get a hot cup of coffee, and crawl into bed with a blanket of foster cats purring at her and warming her freezing toes. Maybe with a cigarette too... The empty pack in her back pocket felt far too light and she wondered if a gas station nearby was open so she could pick some up.
The trudge to the car across the parking lot through ankle deep snow made Ariel glad she had her a**-kicking boots on, since their knee-high height kept the cold and wet out. The sight of the black SUV buried in white made the bounty hunter sigh as she dug out her keys and unlocked the door so she could dig under the seat for a scraper, burying her face in the fake fur collar of her coat to warm her cold nose.
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 11:51 am
The General was perched on top of a low roof near the police station, not sure what was on her mind. She was hunting, as per usual, as it seemed to be the only thing that could calm her ever growing nerves and tension. She stayed powered up almost constantly, and spent most of her time attacking White Moon and trying to train the pathetic excuses for officers she had seen come into the Negaverse as of late, and even somehow manage to work their way up in the ranks. There was no standard any more.
There needed to be a standard. They were once proud. They were once feared. Now? They were nothing. This world was for the White Moon to claim, and their power was wasted in stupid games and sing alongs. Painite needed more. Craved it in a way that made her shake when she was home alone at night.
Her eyes flashed when she saw movement below, a voice dancing up to her, though the words were lost on the wind. She crouched further down on instinct, not to listen but to watch. A little civilian coming out of the police station. Someone that worked there? Maybe. She was headed for a pile of snow that was, presumably, a car. Grinning, Painite teleported down to her, appearing just a few inches above the car so she could drop down on top of it and make a thud with her entrance. She liked to be flashy, liked to be noticed.
"Good evening," she said, looking down at the civilian with a wicked grin and a very dangerous looking spear in hand.
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 12:05 pm
The heavy thud on top of her prized SUV jerked Ariel out from under the seat with rough cuss. For a moment, she thought maybe a tree had dumped more snow onto her, but what she found drew her brows together and a snarl to her face.
"The ******** are you doing on top of my car?" She snapped, as she took a step back to assess the situation. There was no fear, not of this woman or the weird a** spear she was carrying. Did she get lost on her way to a steampunk convention? "Get off my ******** car or I swear to god, you'll wish kicking your teeth in was all I did. Who the hell do you think you are?"
Who the hell was this fruit cake? If she put dents in the top of Ariel's car, there was going to be hell to pay... and lost teeth would be the least of it. Maybe a broken hand would teach this weirdo that messing with this particular woman was the worst ******** idea in the world.
Needless to say, Ariel had a bit of a temper... and this was just what she needed after a hard run day. The stupid bail jumper had been more than a pain to apprehend and she was TIRED. And hungry. She wanted very much to go home, and this was very much not helping... though, maybe roughing up some b***h would make her feel better.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 1:39 pm
Painite's eyebrows lifted as the girl came around her car like a fireball from a cannon, cursing and threatening without even really looking to see what she was up against. Not that Painite herself cut a very imposing figure, considering her shortness and how dainty her frame was.
All just part of the deception. Painite did not really care if some random civilian knew to fear her on sight or not, that only mattered with the white moon losers. No, this civilian was lucky she was not already dead, and now Painite was beginning to think she was lucky, too, for not reacting too quickly.
"My name is Painite. General Painite. And you, my dear, have caught my attention." She grinned, standing up on the car, her weight and the smaller area of pressure where it could be balanced pushing down on the car hood. Painite noticed the buckling, but did not really care if she was making a dent in the car or not.
"You've got a lot of spark in you, don't you? What are you going to do about all this, then? You like this car, huh? I'm messing it up. What are you going to do about it?" She stomped her foot then, grinning ear to ear.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 3:35 pm
In her head, Ariel was cursing like a sailor, her face a thundercloud. Dents in her car looked like crap and it was expensive to fix a damaged paint job. Money that she didn't have right now.
General Painite, huh? Sounded like some pretty made up title, because this woman didn't look like she was part of the army. Ariel's frown deepened as Painite challenged her, even going so far as to stomp.
"I have more than a spark and now I'm going to kick your a**." She ******** it. Lets get it on. The dark haired woman had enough agility to make the leap from the ground to the top of the SUV with only a foot hold on a tire. Her snow boots had the traction she needed as she thunked down on top. When Ariel attacked, her motions were fluid and controled, well trained. She kicked at Painite's shins as her forearms rose to block or knock away any attempts to bring that spear to bear on her. With the nasty kick as distraction, her hands darted out to grab at the shorter woman's head and jerk her down for a nice, solid kneed to the ribs or stomach.
Her krav maga training was mostly a defense technique, but she could attack if she wanted to... like now. If this stranger wasn't fast, wasn't watching, she was going to be laid out fairly fast.
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 11:52 am
"Are you? Oh, I'd love to see you try. But you look pretty pathetic like that. No real power to back up all your threats. I like your anger, though. I like your will to cause harm." She grinned and chuckled, watching as the civilian moved.
For a General, fighting someone without any sort of power to their name was like watching someone moving in slow motion. She had no hope of beating Painite, but of course she did not know that. And something told the General that this girl would try, anyway. Yes, this girl had a lot of potential, and would be a waste to turn into one simple little starseed for their cause.
No, she could play a much better role.
Painite let her attack, though her stance was solid and she was not moving for anything. When her head was grabbed she did not move, just grinned at the girl for a beat before she moved her hand. Her palm was flat, but she still slammed it into the girl's gut with enough force to send her flying.
She bounced off the car after that.
"You know how to fight too, eh? But look where that got you. I could kill you without breaking a sweat, because I have power. I work for a cause that gives me strength. But I can give you a taste of that, you know. I could make you like me. And I really want to. It would be such a waste to kill you."
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 2:24 pm
Ariel was completely taken aback when her attacks didn't have the effect she expected. She knew the feel of her hands on someone else, knew how someone this woman's size should feel like, and yet what she found was something that belonged to a far bigger person. The dichotomy was disconcerting and for all her training and combat experience... the raven haired woman simply fell short. Something else she wasn't used to.
Pathetic? No power? It made her burn with anger, and yet in this case it seemed to be true. The kick, the grab... did nothing and she felt her fingers grab something unmoving, as though this were a brick wall and not a person. Her smooth, deadly motion ended up turning awkward and pathetic, but she didn't have long to worry on that as a small hand slammed into her stomach and sent her flying back.
Unable to understand what was happening, her stomach aching from the punch, red eyes widened as the world spun and her back slammed into the snowy ground. The air rushed out of her as she lay in her depression, gasping for get it back as the world spun. God, this woman really could kill her... and the thought made her more afraid than she cared to admit. This wasn't supposed to happen, this wasn't how it was supposed to go!
Ariel's mind rebelled as she struggled to push up to a sitting position, gasping in a wheeze of air. Narrowing her eyes, she rubbed her stomach as she stared up at the stranger.
"Power, huh? I can't argue with that... But just what is this cause?" The bounty hunter was still pathetically afraid, but angry too... and just a little, tiny bit hopeful about something she heard in Painite's words. Make her like this stranger? Just being allowed to live was enough to make her grateful, but a small part of her woke up and took notice at the possibilities she didn't dare think about just yet.
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 10:30 am
Painite loved things like this. Showing someone just how powerless they really were, using her strength to make someone feel hopeless. They needed to know that the power of Chaos was consuming, and would never lose to anything. Of course, that was a far easier message to send to a civilian, but she did her best to strike fear into the hearts of the White Moon, as well.
She grinned.
"You've got a lot of guts, I'll give you that. You just need to learn a few more things, and you might be something amazing. The only thing you really need to know is that I can give you a power that other people want to stop, want to destroy. We want those other people gone, off our planet. They don't belong here, anyway. They invaded, they're the bad guys, but they treat us like we're villains. Personally, I don't mind playing that role, but that's something you get to.. choose."
She chuckled, knowing there was not much choice here. The girl was in a situation where she either let Painite corrupt her, or died here tonight.
Moving closer, Painite stood over her, smiling almost pleasantly save for the murderous glint in her softly colored eyes that never seemed to go away any more. She kneeled, watching the other woman thoughtfully.
"It'll only hurt for a second, but then you'll be something incredible."
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 11:42 am
The woman on the ground swallowed nervously as the other knelt beside her, the look in her eyes making Ariel go weak. She hated this feeling... would do just about anything not to feel this way. She would spend every waking moment working to never feel it again.
"If... If I fight for you, you'll make me powerful. If I don't..." Well, maybe she didn't even need to say it. What she had felt so far had been so effortless... she could die in one blow with little effort. Like an ant under a boot...
"I... I think the choice is rather obvious." Ariel said finally, trying to keep her voice steady and only partly succeeding. What was a little pain? It was nothing... she had known pain in her life, it didn't scare her. Being weak, helpless... that scared her. Dying without even putting up a fight... that scared her more.
Whatever this was, she could accept it to survive. And the whispered promises behind it, the result she saw standing before her... she hardly dared even hope.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 12:33 pm
Painite grinned and nodded her head.
She'd always thought the choice was obvious, but some people needed a little more convincing than others. But this one was worth the effort, she could feel that in her bones. Yes, she had been wrong about her hunches before, but that did not mean she had any doubt in her abilities to pick. Potential was fickle: it was what those she awakened chose to do with the mighty power she gave them that was beyond her control. She could only make the picks, and hope for the best.
No matter how much someone was taught, or what they learned, it was up to them to push themselves into something great.
Without another word, Painite unceremoniously put her hand on the other woman's chest, and then it slid inside. She wrapped her hand around the starseed, knowing just where to reach for it, and savoring the feel of it in the palm of her hand. The power that came from knowing she was literally holding someone's life in her hand was always a rush. Despite the temptation, though, she did not pull the starseed out. Instead, she called the Chaos inside her and pushed it into the starseed instead, sharing the power that she was given, corrupting the crystal and allowing it to access its true form. Order locked away real power, as if scared of it, but Chaos embraced it. That was what a transformation like this really was. Most called it corruption, but to Painite it was no less an awakening than senshi or knights underwent.
She pulled her hand back when she hit that perfect moment. It was like torture, at least for her target, to have so much Chaos forced into something so small and so untouched, but it was worth it. Painite never regretted her corruption: it was the truest thing she still had in her life. The only thing, maybe.
Stumbling back, tired out by the effort, she took a deep breath and looked to see what her efforts had created.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 1:02 pm
Whatever Ariel had been expecting to happen, what she got was not it by any stretch of the imagination. This woman's strength had been supernatural in quality, but nothing drove that point home harder than the moment she felt the slender fingers against her chest slide beneath her skin.
Ariel couldn't help it... the intrusion was so foreign, so painful and invasive that it tore a ragged cry from her throat as she grabbed for the wrist as it disappeared inside of her. Gripping her forearm in a hold that could have crushed a lesser person's wrist, the bounty hunter was paralyzed as she felt the hand moving inside of her in a way she could not truly comprehend. It closed around something, something she felt instinctively should not be touched, and then darkness poured into her soul.
This time no sound made it from her as red eyes widened and her mouth hung open in wordless cries, only soft gasping making it free as her senses were flooded with the power that was pouring into her. The sickly sweet feel of it... the dark pleasure... it took her back to days like nightmares, when the slide of a needle into her skin had been the height of freedom and joy, when she had sought her own destruction in powder and pill just for a few precious moments of feeling like a god... the chaos permeated her whole being, down her very last atom, and Ariel felt something give way, change and morph into something else.
As the hand pulled from her chest, she gave a groan of almost pleasure, the power coursing through her veins like the best high she had ever had. She had always loved those drugs, the ones that made you feel invincible and glowing from the inside out... this felt like that, but so much better, so much darker and seductive. Reaching, the woman rubbed her chest where the hand had been, surprised somehow that there was not a huge, gaping, bloody hole there... and was confused that she touched skin. A look downwards confirmed that she was no longer in the heavy winter wear she had been in before. Rather, black leather hugged her sleek curves and the bones of a corset wrapped around her chest in a way both familiar and comforting. Boots with silver heels... silver rings and chains scattered here and there...
The newly made lieutenant groaned as she rolled onto her hands and knees and heaved herself unsteadily onto her feet, her black hair tumbling down her back as she stretched herself up to her full height. She felt so strange... but wonderful too. Her hands flexed at her sides, opening and closing to dig bright red and black nails into her palms as she took a deep, steadying breath.
"What... what did you do?" She finally managed, her voice cracking slightly. There was a thread of fear still running through her, but it was quickly being overwhelmed by an electric excitement.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 1:14 pm
Painite smiled at the new Lieutenant, admiring her work and nodding her head at the outfit the other bore. She looked very good, and Painite could see that Chaos had thought her choice was a good one, as well. Chains and leather? This was Painite's kind of girl.
"I made you something more, like I said I would," she said, taking a deep breath. She steadied herself and shook off as much as the lingering feeling of wear that had settled over her.
"You are now a Lieutenant in the Chaos army. You work for the Negaverse, and that strength you feel inside you now, giving you this new form, is the Chaos I've given you. It will grow stronger, and so will you, if you prove yourself. I'll give you a crash course in what we do here when I'm feeling a bit better. It takes a lot out of someone these awakenings. But hopefully you'll prove to be worth the effort."
She smiled, slowly looking the other over. What was her weapon? Her name?
"If you focus, you can summon your weapon to you. It exists in a small pocket of space that's yours alone, and when you need it, you simply call it to your hand." She called her spear to her hand in example, "And you should know what to call yourself in this form. My name is General Painite, so you are...?"
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 1:28 pm
The tall woman frowned as she lifted her hands to look at her palms, wondering at this talk of a space pocket. Chaos army, huh? She wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of being in the military... she had never enlisted for some very good reasons, chief among them being her issues having someone else tell her what she could and couldn't do... but there was not much choice now. Rebellion coiled in her heart, but she shoved into a corner and slapped a lid firmly on it. Painite, as the woman called herself, said she would get stronger... when she got strong enough, she'd take their orders and their control and she'd force feed them down their throats. For now... she could play nice, in the interest of continued survival.
Eyes on her hands, the woman focused, a frown forming on her face, but nothing magically appeared in them. She felt... something, maybe, though it could have been simply her imagination. Either she was doing it wrong, which pride refused to admit, or Painite was wrong about this weapon... something else she had a hard time accepting.
"I summoned it... but I don't see it." She said simply as she lowered her hands, still palm up and open. Red eyes slid to the spear and a hint of jealousy slid through her. A spear would be nice... or a sword maybe? She'd even take a hefty club, something she could cause some real damage with.
The idea of a name for this new form teased at her mind and the dark haired woman let it seep through her thoughts before she answered, searching for something worthy. There were many choices, but only one of them felt right.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 1:45 pm
General Painite, though small in stature, was all confidence and grace borne of long years of practice and control. She was a master of her own power, and she loved being able to start someone else on the same path. She would help, as much as she was able to help, but there were some things Painite was no longer capable of. Where before she was interested in every moment of a fledglings life, now she was more a 'push them out of the nest and let them fly' sort of gal.
True tests came from the hardest of challenges, and those that could conquer them earned their right to live.
"Sometimes, Lieutenant weapons can be a little... well. Pathetic. But you haven't earned your stay yet, and you have to make due with whatever you're given. And you're always given something, even if you don't know what it is just yet. Hm." She looked the other over, shaking her head. Nothing jumped out at her, though she did not the Nega's nails, she did not realize they could pass as a weapon.
"Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out. You'll have to, if you want to keep up with the rest of the class. I expect you to do big things, now that I've spared you and welcomed you into this little family of ours." She grinned. The rest of the lessons would all come in due time, but for now, Painite was tired and wanted to go sleep off the drain on her energy, before she set out to make sure this newbie at least had all of her basics covered.
Then she would seem to be on her own, though Painite would never be too far away.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 2:00 pm
The lieutenant frowned a little, a line between her brows as she propped her hands on her hips. Looks like she'd have to find her weapon on her own, then. It was disappointing, particularly when they were mentioned to be pathetic things. How pointless... why even bother? Maybe she should be glad it hadn't appeared when she called it, saved her embarrassment.
"Cinnabar." She said finally, having made her decision. It had weight to it, heft. It tasted sharp in her mouth, and she found the sensation pleasing. Red, like her new uniform, and an ore that held poison in the form of mercury... it suited her, she liked to think.
"My name is Cinnabar."
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