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 Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 7:21 am
Aquamarine hardly knew why he bothered most nights. The war (indeed, life) had lost any sort of meaning for him a long time ago, if it'd ever meant anything to him in the first place. And yet he continued his endless hunt of Senshi and Knights as if he still cared (had he ever really cared?), playing the part of the dutiful soldier he'd often failed to be.
The farthest reaches of the city were popular hunting grounds, the sparsely populated areas where Destiny City thinned out and bled into thick forests. Many nights there had seen an increase in Aquamarine's kill total, with motionless bodies left rotting between tree trunks or hidden in the undergrowth into which they fell. He visited these areas when he was looking for easy targets. What Senshi and Knights that might remain in the city were certainly too cautious to use their powers there, but the outskirts did not often seem as dangerous to them, as the city faded off and freedom seemed within reach.
A strong power reading pressed insistently against Aquamarine's senses this night. A Knight, he was sure, and one of the Royal ones. That was fine. He was hardly intimidated. Outclasses and outranked, surely, but Aquamarine wasn't one to fear those stronger than himself. Not these days.
His death would either come at the hands of his enemies, or at the hands of his superiors. Either way his life would be over. It hardly mattered to him how.
Even so, he kept a hand on the hilt of the parrying dagger at his hip. Though life had such little meaning, he didn't intend to go down without a fight.Lithiasaur I'm so sorry I'm so late with this start!!! crying
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 10:19 pm
Royal Knight Camelot was not being as careful as he should have been. He was in the city. He was powered up. And he was very angry.
Furious.
Camelot was not too prone to fits of anger these days, though he had been a wild one in his youth and those demons could still rear their heads when they so chose. In the turmoil of the war, he had tempered his personality and stood as a respectable figure, one that people could trust and turn to if they so needed. Not one that came into a war zone looking for a fight. But here he was, looking for one General who had hurt him one too many times to get away with it.
He was going to destroy her, he was almost sure of it, for ruining his life. Taking his son. Killing his daughter. Nearly killing his wife.
He felt an aura but it was not the right one, he was sure of it, but he moved toward it anyway. If he could feel them, undoubtedly they could feel him. And he could not really afford to be caught so early on. If he had to knock the guy out, he would do so: though he at least was still drawing a line at hurting anyone for the sake of it. There was still hope for some of them.
"Who's there?" he called, once he was close enough to the aura, coming around a corner. "Let's get this over with, if you're here to 'stop' me."
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 8:11 am
“Stop you from what, Knight?”
Aquamarine conducted a quick but thorough once over as the Knight came into view. Heavily armored as he was, it seemed unlikely that a parrying dagger would penetrate the man's defenses, and yet Aquamarine did not feel entirely out of his depth. His opponent appeared older—middle-aged, perhaps—and Aquamarine thought it certain the armor would make the Knight somewhat slower in his movements. A demonstration of Aquamarine's offensive prowess may not end in victory, but surely he would be able to evade in the event of an attack.
He thought the figure familiar, though perhaps more from hearsay than any previous encounters. Uninterested as he was in most of the Negaverse's activities these days, the disenchanted Captain nonetheless made a careful study of gathered intelligence.
“You must be Camelot,” Aquamarine observed, his expression impassive. He kept a hand by the hilt of his sheathed dagger, but made no move to extract the blade as if yet. “The first of the Royal Knights, so they say. I'd be honored to have come to your attention, but it seems you have some other target in mind.”
An educated guess led his mind down something of a traitorous path. “I don't have any intention of stopping you,” he smirked. “By all means, be on your way. Though I don't see what you hope to accomplish on your own. You're no match for us even with your power. One would think the years would have taught you as much.”
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 11:32 am
"I am," he said, with a nod almost in greeting. He had no reason to deny it at this point, and he knew that he was a target for many of the Negaverse and their allies. He did not venture into the city very often, if he could avoid it, but he supposed he had let his anger get the better of him tonight. He had lost so much to one particular General, and his need for revenge, for a dangerous moment, out weighed his common sense.
"You aren't going to try to stop me? Or call your superiors?"
He sighed, relieved but confused. From what he saw, the well oiled machine that was the Negaverse was in constant contact, and they were always more than willing to overwhelm an enemy if they had the chance. They did not want to leave any doors open to the White Moon, so being told directly that he could go about what he was doing in the city, without any fight, seemed like too much to accept as truth. It was too easy, and too out of character. Was it a trap?
"I might not be a match on my own, but I will not let that stop me from trying. In any case, you do not seem like you're looking for a fight. Is it because of my rank, or are you not like the usual Nega crowd? I don't want to hurt you, or anyone, if I don't have to, believe me."
There was something in the way the Nega carried himself that spoke oddly to Camelot, and caught his attention. It distracted him from his rage and brought him back to his reality, allowing him to focus a bit more.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 8:13 am
“And which of my superiors should I call?” Aquamarine asked, his question more rhetorical than anything. His tone of voice, so lacking in interest, should make it apparent that he had no intention of bringing this encounter to anyone's attention.
“What would be the point in drawing their attention here but to kill another one of you and allow them to bask in the glory of your defeat?” he continued.
His expression took on a vague look of disgust. In his eyes there was bitterness, and in the curved frown of his mouth was a growing resentment. Surely the death of Camelot would have been looked upon with praise, but the glory would not be for Aquamarine. The Negaverse might make some piteous effort to include his name in the report, yet the accolade would go to the one who cast the finishing blow, and there was too much interest in Camelot's defeat for a mere Captain—and one so consistently disappointing as Aquamarine—to be allowed that distinction.
No, the honor of felling Camelot would go to one of Camelot's equals within the Negaverse's ranks.
“Fighting you would be a pointless distraction for us both,” Aquamarine said. His mouth angled into a smirk, but there was no amusement in it. “I have lesser prey to seek, and you obviously have some plan in mind to come so close to the city. What is it driving you, hmm? You think you alone can end the war? Or is this some ill-advised bid for revenge? Hurt me or not, what difference is it going to make to you in the end?”
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 7:53 pm
Camelot was surprised by the indifference this nega showed to his team. He wondered about it, his expression softening a bit. Not just because the other said he was not going to call anyone over, but because he got the feeling that Aquamarine was not as much an enemy as some of the others he had met.
"I agree with you," he said with a sigh, shaking his head. "I have no real desire to attack you, anyway. I don't want to hurt anyone, not unless I have to. One of yours has forced my hand, and I was looking for her to settle the score, and prevent her from further damaging my family."
He didn't care if the word got out that he was looking. It might help draw his target out, really, knowing the delight she got in playing the villain, and how she basked in negative attention.
"General Painite is the only one I want to fight. As for you... you seem very despondent for someone on the winning side. Are you unhappy with your station... or is something else bothering you?"
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