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 Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 4:47 pm
Backdated to late January 2015Kerberos should not have been out. Kerberos knew he should not be out. He was barely able to stand, much less walk, and if anyone Order-side decided to find him and take a little revenge for the funhouse incident, well, he'd be a very easy target.
Because Kerberos was plastered.
He could feel a first-stage Order aura approaching, and he groaned and collapsed onto the nearest thing that would support him - luckily for the Corrupt, a park bench, and not anything else.
"Shiiittt," he groaned to himself, pressing the heel of his hand against his forehead. There was no way for this to go well.Daekie SORRY THIS TOOK 5EVR ;______;
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 8:19 am
Luckily for Kerberos, it was both a fairly new Senshi and a very kind one who'd found him in his intoxicated state. And double luckily: it was someone who hadn't heard a word or a thought about the Funhouse incident! She couldn't contemplate it, and she had no reason to think anything had happened: so it hadn't, obviously. (Obviously.) Warhol walked lightly, boots tapping the ground of the park - it was a weekend and she had no homework, so mentioning "I'm going to go take a walk" was an easy way to raise encouragement from her parents to leave the house. And if she was going to patrol, well...it was still a walk! She would just be a superhero during the walk. And if anything happened, she'd take care of it, probably. Or run. Running was ok - but then Kerberos pinged on her senses, and the girl stiffened, taking a breath. Stronger than her, dark, suffocating -- okay. This was what she'd been warned about. Careful now. Warhol took a step or two to stand behind Kerberos and behind the bench, coughed pointedly, and inwardly cursed her tendency towards inaction. Noir Songbird it's ok ssssh i sort of disappeared from gaia for a month
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 3:15 pm
Kerberos tilted his head back a little, his initial thought for how to see who was behind him, but that was a bad idea because it threw him off balance (how did you get off-balance while sitting? Kerberos didn't know, but he definitely felt like he was.) So instead he turned, and raised an eyebrow.
"Yyyeeessss?" He asked, and it was definitely slurred. "Do you want something, kiddo?" She looked younger than him,not that he was a good judge of ******** right then. "Or are you just admiring?"
That was probably creepy. Oops.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 9:32 pm
Warhol looked back at him unamusedly. "...that's gross. I'm fourteen. Don't say stuff like that." But she circled around to the front of the bench, getting a better feel for his aura, how he felt in her head -- this time it was the cloying feeling of rotting flowers and saltwater tears, and with the flowers in his hair, she thought that made sense. ...it wouldn't hurt to talk, would it? This strange Senshi didn't want to hurt her yet. She didn't want to get herself in undue trouble. But he was beautiful, in some kind of strange and dangerous way, and she wanted to help him. "You smell," Warhol muttered, and promptly sat down right beside Kerberos on the bench. It was a reasonable distance away, but why not rest her legs? It wasn't like she was sitting on top of him. "...I'm Warhol. Who are you...?" Noir Songbird kerby pls don't accidentally perv on baby senshi
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 10:41 pm
"Fourteen?" Kerberos asked, and all of a sudden he was significantly less amused. Not just because his mouth had gotten a little ahead of him, but because seriously, what the hell, she should be at home watching cartoons or yelling about Destiel on tumblr, not fighting a magical war where she could get kidnapped and tortured or die.
"I'm drunk, thanks for that," he said, and he sat up and scooted over a little to give her more room. "Kerberos, Corrupt Senshi of Asphodel, the Negaverse's favorite embarrassment."Daekie she's a girl girls have cooties
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 3:57 am
"Fourteen," Warhol confirmed with a solemn nod, serious-faced and thin-mouthed. "...I've been doing this for a few months." Her hands twisted in her lap, fighting between curiosity and anger at Chaos, and eventually curiosity won out: "Did you choose this? Chaos? What's it like? I don't want to be evil, like you guys, but...you're the only one I've met who hasn't tried to kill me." And that I haven't attacked, Warhol's mind supplied; and then, rather less happily, it also supplied the only one who I haven't been told to try and kill.'Oh, um -- I'm Warhol, Senshi of Moods." She nodded politely, but twisted her nose. "Is that legal...? How old are you? Because...that smells like a lot of alcohol, so..." Noir Songbird fourteen is not the age where people worry about cooties anymore, kerberos
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 10:25 am
“Christ,” Kerberos said, and he shook his head. “Yeah, I thought I chose this, sure.” He winced at her assessment of them as ‘evil,’ but he couldn’t even argue it – the torture and murder and forced corruptions that had taken place over New Year’s was enough proof of that. “We’re people too, except Chaos likes to sit in you and take all the worst things about you and make them…even worse? I was angry and grieving for my sister and it took that and…made it even worse. Made me hate everything and everyone who I thought might have even the littlest bit of blame for her death. And then I woke the ******** up, but I’m still stuck.” Because nobody was going to go out of their way to save him. There were nobler, better, more worthy souls, more worth the energy and time and magic of the Royals.
Like Titanlaventite. Kerberos hopedhe managed to get out, he deserved it.
“And no, not legal, I’m about two years off, but who gives a s**t. I’d rather be drunk. Sobriety sucks. Withdrawal sucks, you start shaking and hallucinating.” And were even more useless than usual, and you had to get drunk before you could do anything, and that was pathetic as s**t.Daekie nineteen is too but HERE WE ARE
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 12:35 pm
"...I'm sorry." Warhol reached over and petted Kerberos' shoulder gently, but nervously, almost like he could spring up and run at any given time. "...I just wanted to know. Everyone I've run into has tried to hurt me except you -" and she fidgeted, because she was young - "and I'm supposed to attack first, but I wanted to find out a little bit. Why you guys do -- what you do." Her voice was quiet, soft, and worried, and for a second Warhol looked like a kid, baby fat still on her cheeks and eyes on her hands. "I'm sure someone could help you get out." Then Kerberos mentioned he wasn't legal, and she gave an alarmed gasp like he'd personally kicked her puppy. Not that she had a puppy. But that was the point of metaphors. "That's bad...! That's got to be really awful for you! Why would you do it?" Noir Songbird kerberos, you are not a child, please put away ur cooties
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 2:05 pm
"Like I said, I'm an embarrassment. If you'd run into me...oh, a few months ago, it'd be different." He just didn't care anymore. There was no point. Eventually the Negaverse would root him out for treason (because someday, somehow, someone would find out about him helping Hver and Kairatos) and that would be it. "And it's not like leaving is easy. You lose memories, your identity...You can't be the person you were anymore."
He gave her a long, slow, rather unimpressed look. "Drinking is bad, really?I hadn't noticed, what with the hangovers and the throwing up and the being nonfunctional unless I'm drinking. Yes, it's shitty, but I started drinking to stop remembering being a soulless ******** monster and I kept going because being sober is literally worse than being drunk now."Daekie not a child, but he is a very very oversized puppy
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 5:10 pm
"Different how?" Warhol looked him straight in the eyes - or attempted to - and stayed, to her credit, calm as Kerberos complained about being an a*****e. "But...if you want to stop being that person, why wouldn't you leave? I don't get it." Her hands balled into fists on her knees, eyebrows furrowed, and Warhol started to pout. Then she caught herself and stopped, trying to return to pleasant, moodless neutral, back straight. "...I'm not a health authority or anything, but...couldn't you get really poisoned by drinking too much?" Noir Songbird bad puppy, no biscuit /whaps him with a newspaper
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2015 9:41 pm
"A few months ago and I'd be completely sober and trying to kill you. Count your blessings, kid." The nonchalant way he said it was 50% alcohol and 50% whole and complete inability to give a single ********. "And I never said I wanted to stop being the person I am out of uniform; I've got a family and a boyfriend and I can't just ******** disappear on them. And no, I can't quit being Kerberos either. I've thought about it." He had, a lot.
"Alcohol poisoning takes a lot more drinking than I've been doing, sweetheart, and a lot less tolerance." He sighed heavily and stared off in the opposite direction. "What the hell are you doing, though? Like, what makes you come out every night when everybody is trying to kill you? I don't care what happens to me but you can't tell me you feel that way." He looked back at her. "You don't, right? Because that would be some heavy s**t at fourteen."Daekie (my grand dream is for someone to whap him with a newspaper in character)
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2015 7:16 am
"I'm a superhero, right?" The smile Warhol gave was painfully genuine. "I have to help people. That's just how it works. Besides..." She started fidgeting, looking down at her hands, taking a deep breath. "Besides...I've already killed someone. I can't really back out now, right? I'm in this to help people, but if I stop patrolling, people could die. And I don't want to...I don't want to take that chance." She tried to smile at Kerberos - it didn't quite come out as enthusiastic as she wanted, and ended up more wanton and wistful - but smiles were friendly. Friendly was good. Noir Songbird give warhol a newspaper and she'd contemplate doing it. look at your life, kerberos. look at your shitty choices also whoops that is a very short reply
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 8:14 pm
"You've killed someone?" Yeah, because he had so much room to be shocked, like he hadn't reveled in violence and murder in his first few months as a Senshi. And he knew Order could be brutal - but he couldn't exactly make himself put this girl in the same position he'd put Castor and Pollux. Warhol was a fourteen-year-old girl, not a fully-grown monster who had been bent and twisted by this war for God only knew how long.
"I mean, like, aren't you guys supposed to be the good guys?" He waved a hand in the air. "Batman doesn't kill people, the Joker does." Which made him the Joker in this analogy. Oh well. "And people are gonna die whether you're out there or not and it's dumb."
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 8:32 am
"...well, yeah," Warhol replied, and she just looked confused at his shocked response; there was a shrug, a brief wringing of hands, and then a continuation. "You guys kill people, so if one of you dies, that means someone else won't die...it's not like I stabbed him or anything, I just put my foot down on his throat, it wasn't..." She stopped. Swallowed. "It wasn't anything gross. He was going to hurt someone, and I had help. That was it. It's not nice, but if we try to be nice...we'll lose. Those are the rules of war." Her hands tumbled and curled in her lap. "At least it means I'm doing something instead of waiting to be killed." Noir Songbird NOOOO FIGHTING, warhol says, reaching up and bapping kerberos on the face with a newspaper
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2015 12:48 am
'It wasn't anything gross' Unlike nearly every murder he'd ever committed, where making them bloody and messy had been the goal. Or the savaged Lieutenants Castor and Pollux had so proudly shown off.
"And that is why I hate this s**t," Kerberos said, and he wished he had brought a drink with him because despite already being dangerously not sober he wanted to be even less so. "The hell is wrong with whoever runs this, picking up kids. You, and Astro - she's a little older but still. <********> I have a little sister your age."Daekie OH WARHOL YOU PRECIOUS THING
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