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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 9:05 pm
Cold had finally bitten the city in the form of wind. While Castor had enjoyed Italy's warmer weather, the chill of the city made him relax. It was like going to his world. The cold had become his comfort. It was such a small thing, but Earth's erratic weather was off putting. He liked the very mild chills that were steady on Castor. Global warming was real- and his own world in comparison to earth was all the proof the senshi of hail needed.
The puffs of white air left his mouth, and for a while Castor smiled to himself, sitting atop the red-light hotel he'd returned to. His old flames had moved on, found jobs- but they paid their debts. They kept in touch.
They knew the darkness, and they knew that if he had taken the darkness in, it would do them harm to challenge his requests.
Bloodthirsty he might be, but he kept his word. Pimps and unsavory customers driven off or removed- Castor was not a king, not a leader, but he was a protector. He was a man of honor, as twisted as it might have been.
And tonight, he was keeping watch on the streets, eyes fixing on the girls working in the cold winds, noting each client they serviced. If something happened he would be there like he used to.
A flicker of power, he kept his eyes on the girls. If the other powered individual wanted to know why the eternal was stalking hookers- It wouldn't have been the first time people assumed Castor slept in the street sheets.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 10:42 pm
This was a mistake.
Normally, Sarras would welcome the colder weather, even if he was still not used to the cold. Coming from Texas, he welcomed the change in climate that came with the life in the northeast. However, it seemed that his first fall in Destiny City, decked in his god-forsaken mess of a uniform, would give him another reason to hate his designation as a Cosmos knight, as it did nothing to warm him up. Even his sleeves, which were elegant and poofy and degrading, offered nothing, and that made him even more irritable.
If that was even possible. The nightmares that haunted his every attempt to sleep, the very notion that his mother's murderer was still alive and roaming the streets, and and each day that went by without apprehending him only made him seethe all the more. How hard was tracking down one damned general going to be?
His attention was drawn to a feeling of warmth, the first wave of warmth he felt all night, and he knew its source to be of that of a senshi. A strong one, as well, stronger than him, but White Moon. He was willing to avoid it, but it was already too late, and not to mention the sight of an Eternal senshi (a familiar one at that), stalking a small group of ladies of the evening, was too intriguing for him to ignore. Also, the chance to be an a*****e? Even harder to ignore.
"I hope you have enough money in that fuku of yours. They don't look like they run cheap..."
He wanted the Eternal to look at him so that he could get a better look at him. He seemed familiar, but something was off. He swore this wasn't the first time he had seen this Senshi before...
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 10:00 pm
"They don't. Penny cost 450 for full service. Aggy at 300 but doesn't do anything without protection. Kitty is 200 for basic but for 50 more she'll do anything with her mouth." He spoke in monotone, not minding the sudden company. Castor had gotten used to such intrusions in the past. Years hadn't changed his ability to care what others thought of his choices in who to protect. Leaning back he smiled, motiong for the knight to join him. "Sit. Watch. They're working so we shouldn't bother them. Just keep an eye out for them. When people get afraid of the darkness, the ones that society deems 'unfit' are the first to be targeted. Homeless, poor, sex workers, addicts- they're the prey of the ones with power. They're easy victims of chaos. Easy recruits as well. It's why you give them reason to trust, reason to look up at the skyline and smile when they see wings." He whistled at one of them with rich red hair, she looked up, saw them, smiled and kept walking. "She'll offer if you chase off a nasty John you know."
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 11:33 pm
In all honesty, Sarras was surprised. He wasn't quite expecting the Eternal senshi to know so much about the ladies of the night, and for a brief moment, he was stunned into silence. He forced his expression to remain as stoic as possible though anyone could have seen the aghast twinkle in his crimson eyes, and the more the Eternal talked, the less interested he became. In all honesty, he didn't really care for the prostitutes, or his knowledge of them, but he remained quiet and polite, letting him fill the air around them as he went back to trying to pinpoint where he had seen the Eternal from.
He wished he cared more. He knew that's why he wasn't remembering him. He likely shared the same breathing space as him before but Sarras didn't care enough to make mental notes, but something about this senshi stirred a memory. Dead Negaverse officers, senshi and knights gathered. Feelings of disgust, shock, horror, justification...
"You were there in that warehouse, weren't you?" He made no motion to join him in sitting, but he remained where he was, perfectly content to discuss matters in this manner. Yes, he was definitely there, but he looked different. "With that score of dead Negaverse officers. Or am I mistaking you for someone else?"
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2014 4:25 pm
"Hrm?" Castor paused. "Which one? I've been in a lot of warehouses filled with dead bodies over the years- if you mean the old factory where me and my brother gave our little declaration- then yes." He smiled, as if it was a fond memory. "If you want to make something of it feel free- I thought we were clear enough on what would happen though, and I'd rather not to be honest." He cracked his hand, shaking it out. "Senshi deaths serve no purpose really. Just as allowing these poor souls to go neglected-" He sighed, watching a woman get into a car after a short conversation and money trading hands. "The weakest often go the most undervalued- yet that is only at first glance. I started out protecting them. In turn- they saved my life. They saved the lives of many others. Just because I reached out and offered to see past what society branded them as. But what drew you over?" He motioned to the women working. "Not the fine ladies of the night I assume?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 12:30 pm
In all honesty, Sarras had stopped caring about the prostitutes and had willingly shut his brain off of them, as now he was far more entertained by the thought of the warehouse that one evening. It hardly surprised him that this one claimed to be in a part of several warehouses, with several dead Negaverse officers, but that wasn't what his mind kept looping back to.
It was the thought that someday, Buddingtonite might have been a victim of said raid, and his chance for revenge would have been ruined. And Sarras wasn't going to have that.
"I do, but not in the sense you're probably used to. I don't give a s**t, really," Sarras said, little to no emotion in his voice as he explained. "Each dead officer is one less a*****e for me to deal with, really, so it's beneficial to me that you slaughtered him. My only beef is that there's a certain General that I don't want to risk dying at yours, or anyone else's hands. Only my own."
Which, oddly enough, circled around to the prostitutes, and why he was also keeping an eye on them. After Castor's explanation, Sarras offered his own. "His name's Buddingtonite, and he not only killed my mother, he drove my brother insane and I suspect he's responsible for the destruction of his store and the disappearance of our cousin with it. I'm told he likes to prey on women or men, especially those with some amount of sex appeal. I figured if I kept an eye on them then he'd show himself. Instead, I find you, and now I have a request... assuming you're feeling nice enough to want to hear it."
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