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 Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 3:44 am
Ochre finally trotted to a stop, hands pressed over his mouth and nose, then groaned gently. Throughout the night his headache worsened progressively. It started not long after he powered up, after he wrenched from a man the greater part of his energy that he might've been saving to make his way home, or to take his wife out on a date, or to play with the kids. At first Ochre thought it was because the man elbowed him in the side of the face, just above the cheekbone. Yet, the pain never remained localized, and instead broadcast to the rest of his skull while he resumed the hunt for energy.
Now he doubled over near a steepled glass enclosure. The frame loomed high above a swimming pool, and since it lacked any human presence, Ochre toyed with the idea of teleporting down and using the cool water to wash his face. And why shouldn't I, Ochre reminded himself in annoyance. It's not like I've got Advil on me. It's not going away.
Ochre sniffed lightly, then drew a sleeve across his nose to reveal a thin trail of blood. With a sigh, the corrupt leaned against one of the wide glass panes marking the steeple. The glass felt cool, almost inviting against his skin. "Come on," he groaned to the indifferent night, and his breath fogged pale on the pane. "I don't need a brain to do what the Negaverse tells me to. Just rip it out of my skull and be done with it already." He wondered, if he asked nicely, whether Schörl would do the deed for him. Part of him wanted to insist that, yes, she would - and perhaps she might do so happily. Amphitrite too. Maybe even Chrysocolla. Certainly Umber.
Finally Ochre decided on taking a swim, but when he next looked down toward the cool, placid water, he found within it a serpentine creature of jet black color. What, youma take swims now? So much for that idea. The creature, as if privy to his thoughts, paused in its serpentine motions to look up at him. While he could not hear a hiss, he saw the million rows of gleaming teeth exposed in warning. Negaverse or not, he stood an offense to their ranks. Ochre snarled back at it.
And before he could haul himself upright, before he could disappear with a blink, before he could even conceive of a next location, he knew in his surroundings an ominous presence that met his rank. While not entirely a senshi, he knew it wasn't an ally. He sighed against the glass.a-disgruntled-dragon hope this works for a start!
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2015 11:27 pm
Ochre wasn't the only one with a headache. Andronicus' eyes throbbed with pressure behind them, her sinuses full to the brim. Not the same level of pain, obviously, but annoying nonetheless. She'd strapped a small back to her belt before going on patrol, containing Advil and a couple stronger migraine meds in the event the cold December air didn't alleviate the problem.
It hadn't so far.
The knight wandered about, vaguely following the presence of two chaos signatures. She had no intention of fighting anyone, and after seeing the corrupt double over and almost retch all over the class, she holstered her mace.
Traitor, traitor...
"Hey... you alright? Need Advil? Something stronger?" she asked, hopping up to the roof of the enclosure. She kept her hands visible and stayed back, really not wanting to get a blast of senshi magic to the face. That hurt, regardless of what powered it. "Ain't gunna fight, unless we're about to wrestle that beasty in the water."
There were some Negaverse agents she charged, mace flying. There were others she preferred to sit and talk with. Not all of them were cut from the same cloth. Even though Chaos ran through their veins, she - unlike the Code - found them to be no different from herself: simply trying to survive in a magical war they had no control over.
Andronicus only hoped that this corrupt was the same.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 1:51 am
Ochre rose, albeit unsteadily, and framed his hand against the glass. He looked behind himself to find the knight. "Oh, ******** me." Carefully he about-faced to keep her in his sights. What's the Negaverse protocol for 'accepting Advil from strangers'. I don't even know what Advil is. But if it doesn't kill me...
The corrupted senshi wiped blood from his nose against his sleeve once more. "Uh," he sniffed, tried to choke back the remainder, "that thing's supposed to be my ally. I'm not gonna go dust it and get myself in trouble. I'm in enough trouble as it is." He winced again, then, and pressed his free hand to one temple. "Ow." Another sniff.
"Who're you? I mean, most people are like, 'oh hey, piñata!' When they see me, and they go all batshit about trying to beat my face in. But you're actually talking to me. And you're definitely not a Negaverse agent. That's weird." Ochre paused, drew his mouth to the side, and looked over her uniform. Mostly blue it was, from what he could tell with the glass panes directing ambient light around them. She had a mace, too, that remained at her side, so she was prepared for any bullshittery the powered world might pull on her. And she was... A squire, maybe? She felt on his level, but senshi lacked weaponry. "You're weird. What are you, a knight?"
He sniffed, again. "So obligations first. Uh. You should totally join the Negaverse. I mean it's fun and easy, you get deadly weapons and teleportation, and they only beat you when you do stupid s**t. So yeah." Another surge of pain followed, and the senshi winced dramatically. "Gonna rip my brain out now."
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 9:41 pm
She chuckled, flopping down next to him as she fished through her pouch. "Been there, done that. Liked the bladed weapon and the teleportation, but not enough to go through the mental torture again," grinned the squire at him. Nevermind that the timeline for that was all out of whack, and probably would make his head hurt worse if she explained it. He didn't need to know, either.
"Yup, I'm a knight. Squire actually. Andronicus of Uranus, at yer service," said Andronicus, offering two pills to Ochre. "Tylonal with codeine. Pilfered it from my mom's cabinet. Figured you could use something heavy duty. Suppose I should attempt to convience you that, yes Order is preferred you won't be tortured or have a hold in your chest, but honestly..."
She glanced up at the sky for a moment, taking a breath. "It's your choice, and I'd be a hypocrite if I tried to force you one way or the other." Andronicus shrugged at him, offering the poor corrupt a smile. Balance wasn't a 'be my side or die' kind of thing. Neutrality - as the Code had said - was a choice, once she didn't see dictated by the power running through your veins. Besides, offering him kindness might be good; poor kid looked like he needed it.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 4:42 am
Mental torture? He k͟ne̡w̕ p̶re̸̡c͝i̧͜ş̛e͏̵l̸̛y͏ ẁ̷̧̛h̶̴̡̕à̵͠͞͡t̷̨͝͏͞ ###̵̡̕͞҉#
Ochre blinked. "Mental torture. Yeah." His tone came flat and detached.
Animation drew back into his features when the conversation marched on past mental torture. When she offered the pills, he looked to them curiously, then decided to accept them - he grew sick far less often since he joined the Negaverse, so he expected that pill effects wouldn't be nearly as damning. Unless it was cyanide, of course, but he never heard of poison as a game that Order played. He claimed them from her hand, then looked to her and her black-purple hair and the little aqua hood that shielded her face somewhat from the ambient lights. She didn't look like she won, or like she was ready to kill him.
So he swallowed the pills dry, and gagged a little from their bitterness.
It still felt terribly odd, and increasingly wrong that he continued to converse with her. Ochre tried to push the feeling down. "I'm Ochre. We don't really get fancy titles. I mean, some do, but I don't. So I'm just Ochre." Because I ******** up a lot.
"Actually," he paused to snort more blood back up his nose. "I like the hole in my chest. It's kinda cool. I mean, it lets me do tricks that no one else can. I'm kinda special that way. Or, at least, the senshi unit of the Negaverse is." To demonstrate, Ochre reached beyond the gaping hole to seize the blue starseed therein, and pulled it from its confines for Andronicus to observe. It hovered delicately over the tips of his fingers and whorled gently in the still night. Vibrant it was, and a clear blue. "Cool, right? I mean, no one on the Order side is gonna be able to do that. Plus, I mean, teleportation.
"Which reminds me - you were part of the Negaverse before? There's no way you can miss something if you've never experienced it." Ochre eyed her suspiciously.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 6:08 pm
She raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't comment on the sudden change in tone. Negaverse did really weird s**t to people in her experience, she figured it was just one of those things. Andronicus nodded as he introduced himself and chuckled.
"Yeah, a lot of Order folk title themselves too." The knight fell silent as Ochre pulled the spinning starseed from his own chest and held it out for her. Green eyes grew wide, and she scooted closer. Delicately, she cupped her fingers in the air around his starseed, wonderment in her eyes.
"So this is what they look like, starseeds? It's so... pretty, so pure. Is it... is it safe to have that outside your chest? I mean, obviously otherwise you'd be passed out now but wow..." she rambled, glancing between him and the starseed half a dozen times as she spoke. She wondered what hers might look like, if it was blue or purple or gray. Did they change depending on how much darkness or light you took in? Did some, like the long missing Bischofite, have a youma's soul bound with theirs? Did others, like Babylon or Ida, have light threaded through the embodiment of their soul? The squire pulled her hands from the delicate object and smiled at him.
"Its nice to see that, at one level at least... Chaos nor Order affects that part of us."
His next question made her wince and scratch at her neck. That was... hard to explain. Very hard. Very confusing too.
"Its... sort of hard to explain. I was part of the Negaverse... five years from now.' Andronicus decided to let that sort of sink in first, before attempting to explain the future and the memories and whole shitty experience last winter had been for her.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 8:18 am
"Uh. I guess it's pretty safe. I mean, you don't see me dropping dead." When she reached toward it, Ochre retracted his hand to a safe distance. "Don't touch it. I don't wanna find out what happens to it if someone of Order touches it." Maybe they weren't meant to handle starseeds. After all, none of them had the capability of reaching into a chest and extracting it. Did that mean all those bound to Order claimed no right in handling starseeds? Were they, therefore, unfit to handle souls? Probably.
"It probably doesn't do me any favors to have it out, but no one's swooping in to snatch it from my hand or anything. It doesn't really bother me any. Not like it hurts or something." A feeling overtook him that he couldn't quite articulate - one that, perhaps, he mistook for something else - but he tried not to think on it. Instead, he retired the starseed to his chest where its glow peeked out from beyond the cracks. There, it turned as it always did.
Andronicus had a point - Chaos and Order both retained starseeds of relatively uniform properties. Umber had shared some of his research with him which offered much of the same conclusions - the only viable starseeds were the ones shaped like his. "Yeah, I think our starseeds are all basically the same. I mean, it's not like I can really grab yours and show you. But yeah, you get the idea." He thought about trying it anyway, and perhaps he should have, but the knight wasn't behaving in a hostile manner. Still, he felt the immense urgency to put a stop to the conversation and claim from her what was most useful to the Negaverse - whether her energy, her starseed, or a conversion of her soul to Chaos. He mostly preferred the middle option; he'd not seen a knight's starseed before.
Besides, he wanted to hear the end of her tale. "Uh, what? You mean five years ago? Cuz last I checked, you can't exactly jump time." Ochre regarded her skeptically, expecting that the knight was having him on. His mouth pulled into a crooked line as he awaited a proper answer.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 11:30 pm
It was... difficult to explain. Andronicus worried her lip and sighed, running a hand through her hair. She pushed the hood from her head, attempting to collect her thoughts.
"It's... hard to explain. It's most definitely five years in the future; when I first got the memories, I was still a page, and these were memories of being a general. My theory is its an alternate timeline, than the Cauldron showed us to kick Order into overdrive about the threat of Chaos taking over. But no, it was not five years ago. It's a future that hasn't come to pass but I remember it like it has?" she shrugged at him. It sounded ridiculous, but it was one of those things you sort of had to experience for yourself to be honest.
"One of those 'you had to be there' things, I guess. I dunno if anyone awakened after the influx of memories would have any." No sense in being untruthful with the corrupt; what did she have to lose anyway? Wasn't like she was gunna go around telling the Negaverse's secrets. Didn't remember those specifically anyway.
"If it's any consolation, I'm not going to go telling secrets and battle tactics. Can't remember that, which... I'm almost thankful for, not gunna lie. That is need to know, and I definitely don't need to know."
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 1:49 am
"That... Sounds retarded, no offense." Ochre blinked, and felt the beginnings of a memory. Alongside it grew a vast exhaustion that threatened to put him out if he tugged for that memory any further. Ochre abstained; he knew better than to fight his body in the presence of an enemy.
"I mean the whole thing about Cauldrons and timelines. I don't even get why there's cauldrons coming into play, but that's probably one of those weird superstitions your side is into." Ochre figured they were likely just vivid dreams that speckled her life, and she clung to them because, well, who wouldn't want to be a general? Pointy weapons and teleportation offered far more utility than anything knights or senshi had to offer. Besides, if she dreamt that the Negaverse was winning, who wouldn't want to pretend they were on that side and a proud member of their ranks? Ochre wondered why she didn't just give in and ask to be corrupted on the spot.
"You're a weird knight. I mean, I figure most knights would die to hear our battle tactics and the 'how we did it' parts if they were... Actually like, memories of the future. Your side's all about taking us down, right? So..." Ochre shrugged, and wiped his nose again. Fresh blood stained his sleeve. "I mean, I can't say I've met a lot of knights, but I would guess they'd be a little more after stopping the Negaverse."
He remembered the sheer volume of attendees when Umber tried to corrupt Sandrine, and the lengths to which they went toward saving her from Laurelite's hand. No one succeeded, ultimately - and it related somewhat to Andronicus' telling about Chaos taking over. Perhaps they were just too discouraged to keep up their offensive. Or too disorganized. Too something, anyway.
Not that they should've stood up to the Negaverse to begin with.
"So like, what's your angle?" Ochre tried to put forth a countenance that displayed his suspicion, but came out looking mostly confused.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 5:01 am
Andronicus snorted, laughter quaking her chest. To be fair, it definitely sounded ridiculous now that she said it out loud. Utterly ridiculous. Which was hilarious, and she continued to laugh as Ochre went on about cauldrons. The laughter died down enough for her to talk after a moment, though the grin took a while to fade.
"Hell if I know why there's a Cauldron, but apparently there is! And yeh it sounds completely ridiculous now that you say that, but it was something I experience." She shrugged and listened as he continued. She noted the blood dripping from his nose, though didn't comment on it. Nosebleeds were a normal thing that happened to people after all.
He asked her what her whole take on the war was, essentially. The squire leaned back against the glass room and sighed.
"That's... a good question. A large chunk of my side uses methods befitting the Negaverse, and it gets a lot of innocent people caught in the middle. So on one hand, I'm trying to protect civilians from the war. On the other," she said, trailing off some. She wasn't exactly sure what her part of war was really anymore. The Code wanted balance, she wanted to be gray. There seemed a correlation there, but she wasn't sure how.
"On the other hand, I'm trying to find a way to be gray in this war. To be neither 'order' or 'chaos', or both, or something entirely different. Us knights... are supposed to be keeping a balance between your side and Order. Ideally, we don't eradicate you, you don't try to take over us, we work in a symbotic harmony that gives purpose to both sides. But given we're distinctly 'Order' aligned, that makes it a little hard ya know? Your side frowns upon cross faction interaction, my side wants to murder all of you and there's a lot of punishing those in the middle on each side." Her hands waved in the air, in an attempt to add to the explanation - which she understood sounded more like rambling than a proper answer but that was all she had at the moment.
Andronicus turned to Ochre and offered a small smile. "I feel like, having been both, to a degree, I'm uniquely qualified to walk down the middle between them. I just... don't know how to do that right now. So that's my angle I guess.' She shrugged again, not really sure how to explain further. Shrugging was her go to movement when she really didn't see how else to continue talking.
In most cases it worked.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 7:59 am
Ochre sniffed. "Uh... Okay. Cauldrons." Like we're all witches or something. I guess that's not out of left field or anything. We have magic too.
Still. Weird.
"It's not like Order is really keeping its nose clean or anything. I mean," he sniffed again, and rubbed his own nose - now pink with raw, "really this whole ******** would go better if they'd just leave. Or leave us alone. I don't really care which. But I've got a job to do and they're standing in the way of me doing it. They don't really have a right to this place, you know? Wherever they came from... That's where they should go."His head ached terribly. Ochre started to question whether he was making sense; was pain twisting his words? The corrupt couldn't quite recall what he stated, though it occurred only moments ago. It frustrated him terribly, but he attempted to keep it to himself.
"I don't think anyone can work together. I mean... There's the whole ideals thing..." Ochre petered off, unable to think momentarily. How did he intend to frame his opinion again? "People with ideals don't really back down, you know. If the Negaverse wants to... I don't know, take over the world, then balance isn't gonna cut it. And, I mean, order subjugating the s**t outta us doesn't really help either. If 'balance' is what's supposed to happen, then I think the best you can get is like... The best you can get out of your body, I guess. It limps along to some success, but you're never really going perfectly. I mean, how do you even know when you hit the balance? Seems like a crock- ... Err, a cauldron of s**t to me. Cauldrons, right?" Yeah, that sounded right.
Ochre yawned; pain often exhausted him. The medication started to kick in, however, which left his head blessedly quiet. "So... You don't want to be a knight, but you don't want to be a Negaverse agent, but nothing really exists in-between. Why don't you just like... Stop powering up and count yourself among the civilians? They're something in-between, right? They don't get powers or anything, but I'm gonna guess that power comes with alignment. Or something. I don't know." Thought still struggled to come about, even with the medication.
"I think I had weird dreams like that, though. Like when you were a Negaverse general. But I was... I dunno. A White Moon senshi I guess. And life sucked some serious balls."
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 1:46 am
Andronicus listened quietly, nodding here and there. He was right on the ideals front, as well as the fact Order couldn't stay 'light' if it wanted to. They'd squabble until they died, she was certain of it. She wasn't about to go down with them.
At his question of just powering down and stepping out of the fight, she chuckled darkly, looking down at her uniform. He'd hit the core of her issue on the head with that question. She didn't want to be Order, nor the Negaverse, but she wasn't about to let go of the power she did have.
"Because I like being powered. I like having super human strength, and speed, and being able to jump a good six stories if I want to. I like..." Andronicus looked up at the stars and sighed. "I like being something more than I am normally. I like being unique and powerful, and able to make a difference."
She glanced over at him. "Who is going to protect the city and the civilians from us, if I'm not there as a buffer zone? Both sides have a general lack of regard for the safety of the city, pushing all their ideals and agendas and throwing their power about. Someone's gotta try to get people out of the way, ya know?"
One of his earlier comments floated back to her after a moment. "You said Order should go... You mean the senshi or all of us? Cause, I technically have lived here for most of my life, as I think many of order have. You've have us vacate the only place we've called home, simply because your superiors thinks we're aliens? I mean really... have you seen youma? If anything wins the alien card, it's them."
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 10:01 pm
"Everybody wants superhuman strength and s**t, though. I always wanted it." The very concept led him into the heart of the war, and he knew he should've counted himself quite lucky that he did not meet the fate of some of these civilians. Power proved a dangerous pursuit. "But if you have the power just to make a difference, and you're not making a difference, then maybe it's time to reevaluate your choices. I mean..." Ochre frowned. "You're a squire of uranus like this. You're not a squire of earth, you know? So it's just kinda like... Watching some guy from the Cardinals play for the Redskins. I dunno."
Ochre rubbed his face in slow circles while he listened. It assuaged some of the residual pain that the medicine hadn't yet whisked away. Thinking came clearer, at least. "War just kinda blows up everything, you know? Doesn't matter how careful you are. As long as there's shitty wartimes going on..." He sighed. "I mean, it's not like the White Moon is winning. They might as well just give up for the good of the city if this is where they wanna live. It's not their place, anyway... They've got homes in the stars. They don't need a second home here. What I'm trying to say is, we'd have a lot less of a problem with property destruction and stuff if the senshi just acknowledged they can't win and ******** off. I'm sure the Negaverse would help the city rebuild."
Ochre sighed, his mouth pursing to a thin line. Hands found his hips as he fiddled with some of the belts and hooked his thumbs into the loose spaces as surrogate pockets. "Look... I get the whole argument of 'we like living here too'. I really do. But I mean, every time you guys power up, you basically wear the flags of another planet, right? For you, it's Uranus. For other people, it's other planets. And that's all great, I guess, until you start trying to say you play for Earth. Well, if you play for Earth, where's the proof? There's no Earth symbol on you. There's none on the senshi, either. If you wanted to play for Earth, then you go join the Negaverse. So to me, you guys are just bullshitting.
"I mean, I'm a senshi too. I've got some planet out there that I don't really care about. But I'm not wearing Sheikh's colors, I'm wearing Earth's colors.
"And as for youma..." Ochre leaned to the side to peer through the windowed enclosure. Surely enough, the creature left already - either back to the rift or to find a better target zone. "Well, they belong here just as much as anybody. They were people too."
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 10:24 pm
The squire fell silent as he talked, frowning. It was a skewed perspective, given he was talking from the side of the Negaverse, and whatever bullshit they spouted to get them to hate the White Moon. She worried her lip in thought as he continued. He wasn't exactly... wrong though. A good portion of senshi like Castor's arguments were to abandon Earth and return to their homeworlds to rebuild them.
She did not wear Earth's symbol, no, but she knew of those who did. The Negaverse was not... and was a symbol of Earth, she realized slowly. The Earth Queen betrayed the Moon Queen, and turned herself to the darkness. While not all of those in the Negaverse were knights of Earth in the past, they certainly were now... from a certain point of view.
Problem was, she couldn't exactly argue with him. He made very valid points, and it actually caught her off guard.
"Maybe that's what the Code means... by balance..." she mused quietly, looking up at the stars above them. Her silence continued as she formulated her thoughts. She knew the youma had been people; she'd seen Bischofite merge with his and turn into an amalgamation of human and youma at one point.
"... And those knights who wear the plus-sign in a circle symbol of Earth? They fall under that same category, even though, by your logic, this is their home?" Andronicus let out a heavy sigh, looking at him and running her fingers through her hair.
"Really think I'm an alien, huh? Simply because I bear the markings of a dead senshi, on a dead planet. Whatever makes you sleep better at night I guess," grumbled the squire. It came out far more on edge than she'd wanted, but it was the jist she was getting.
She didn't like feeling like being accused of being a traitor, either, just based on her planetary markings.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 12:47 am
"Uh, good for them? I mean, they can wear the earth symbol all they want, and sure it's their home, but they're not necessarily fighting against the right company. I dunno what their deal is. I've never met one. I'm gonna guess they have some kind of weird hangup about the Negaverse too." Ochre shrugged tiredly. Considering the posed problem to any real depth encouraged his head to start throbbing again. Ochre didn't want to relive that.
The redhead huffed, and leaned against the windowed frame. "Unless you wanna give up the Uranus symbols and stuff and start fighting for Earth, then yeah, you're an alien. Sorry." He wasn't sorry. "I mean, you're telling me that you're out to protect the people who get ******** over by this war, which is great by the way, I mean they need something, but on the other hand you're wearing the colors of a place waaaaay the hell out there. Conflicting messages, you know? I mean, Earth has an army. It's got the Negaverse army. And sure, there's some times where people get a little screwed over and the Negaverse isn't there to help them. But if you really wanted to pick up that slack and help people, you'd be a part of the Negaverse too." Ochre shrugged; Andronicus sounded as though she was shutting down.
Ochre couldn't blame her. Talking made his head hurt, too.
"Look, I'm not gonna attack you. As far as I can tell, you're not standing in the way. I just think you're... Weird and confusing. The whole mixed signals thing. You're Order, but you don't wanna ******** me over. It's all just... Yeah. Weird." The blood around his nose dried, crisping up into flecks. He rubbed at it, and smeared more onto his hand. "You said you fought for the Negaverse before. Well, uh, before-five-years-from-now? No wait... You will be fighting for the Negaverse five years from now. So why not start now?"
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