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 Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 1:10 pm
He always preferred the night life of Destiny City, even if the winter was damnably cold. Currently, the general was roaming the darkened streets of the city, humming almost absently to himself as he eyed the other souls wandering here and there. No trace of powered energy, which was a pity. How long had it been since he'd really gotten himself into a fight? His tongue wandered over his teeth, tracing his lower lip for a moment before he gave his head a shake. Civilians could be used for starseeds, of course, but he'd deliberately stayed away from them for that very reason. It was one thing to have gotten himself clean... it was another to hold that pulsing crystal right in his hand and resist the temptation to sink his teeth right into it. Though, the Negaverse had stayed away from harvesting as of late, hadn't they? Energy was all the rage now, and the man found himself rolling his eyes even as he brushed past a man in a heavy coat who was clearly hurrying to get out of the cold night air. Obsidian's eyes snapped after him, his head turning slightly to watch his retreating back. It was a predatory expression, the calculated gaze of a hunter.... and after a moment, he relaxed, focusing back on the street ahead of him. Another night, maybe. Daekie Sorry for the late start! She can bump into him anywhere!
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 4:11 pm
There had been a span of a few months, maybe, where Chrysocolla was too terrified of things going wrong to ever power up at night - things were so much more dangerous at night - but lately, she wasn't sure why she'd ever had that train of thought at all. The night belonged to the Negaverse, and she didn't have much patience for anything getting in her way. As her fuku had become more complex, it became harder and harder to hide it all away in overlarge jackets and specifically brushed bangs - so she did maybe half of her quota-filling at night, now, and always drained more energy than she needed to turn in. She was very tired, after all, and it helped with the headaches - the starseeds she only took when people got handsy, and if she pretended hard enough she could be so fragile - if they tried to take her home, she took them instead. It'd gotten easier lately. Maybe she'd just needed to think about it the right way. Whatever Umber had told her -- she couldn't seem to remember -- that had been the gateway, apparently. And there was a General's aura, on the very tip of her senses (Chrysocolla had always been good at that sort of sensing) - she took a breath -- she shifted--She lighted down a few feet behind Obsidian, her nose bleeding and her ears popping. "...General?" She was searching for the name, brows furrowed. "...General Obsidian? I...remember you from old data, I think."
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 4:53 pm
The sudden projection of energy behind him is enough to make the general whirl, his fingers spread like claws in preparation for a fight. The energy was corrupted, certainly, but that meant very little to Obsidian. Hearing his name was enough to still his tension by several hairs, and he took the time to look over the senshi with careful scrutiny. It was the sight of blood dripping from her nose that made him pause, his eyes narrowing sharply. "Old data? That's heartbreaking. I hardly thought I counted as old." He drawled, but the mirth never reached his eyes. "What's the matter with you? Were you in a fight?" He jerked his chin roughly at her, meaning the nosebleed. He'd sure as hell never heard of teleportation starting nosebleeds before. Consider him interested. The general moved closer to her, roaming over her skin. Not an Ascended... but interesting, none the less. "And while we're getting into more intimate details, what the hell's your name, anyway?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 4:59 pm
"Eternal Sailor Chrysocolla of Moods," she smiled meekly, taking an awkward step back to get a better angle on Obsidian's face -- she was short in the grand scheme of things, even with the heels, and Obsidian was hardly short by anyone's estimation. "Old data is anything before 2015, for me...that's when I joined, so anything before that is old by comparison." She was, overall, nonthreatening -- short, pudgy, with dark circles under her eyes - not the most intimidating girl, overall. And yet. There was something a little odd about her, in the way she winced at his voice, in the way she hadn't seemed to notice the blood until he pointed it out. "This...? No, I...it just happens sometimes. I just have a really nasty headache -- powering up makes it better. Do you have any energy orbs on hand?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 5:11 pm
Prompt. She was rewarded for the information with a smile of his own, this one more genuine. Eternal Sailor though... that meant power, and it meant she'd survived long enough to make it to that level. But judging by the haggard look to her, maybe she wasn't going to make it much longer. "2015 is acceptable. So two years now in the Negaverse..." Long enough to get the gist of things, certainly. The question of energy made him chuckle. "You're out of luck, sweets. But if you'd like, we can go hunting. I'm a little rusty, so you'll have to go easy on me~" More like reel him in from getting too savage. The general began to walk, gesturing Chrysocolla to follow him. "After all, there's no point in talking if you're about to fall over on me." With the streets being dark, it wouldn't be hard at all to lurk in one of the many alleys. Before long, some poor, unwitting soul would pass on by, and Obsidian struck. Despite his lean figure, he easily hoisted the now-unconscious civilian back into the safety of the shadows. "Go on. Drain him dry, if you've got to. No one's going to miss him."
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 6:07 pm
"Two years," she confirmed, soft-voiced, with a nod. "I was corrupted under General Umber by Queen Laurelite, and reported to General Cinnabar." Chrysocolla knew the importance of keeping her facts in order. It was all she'd had for a while, after all - so she clung to them like a lifeline, even almost two years on now. "Don't call me sweets," she mumbled, obediently trailing after Obsidian. "I get these all the time -- it's probably migraines or something, there's nothing I can do." But she reached out to the unconscious body with gloved fingers, pulling the energy into a crystalline orb, popping it into her mouth and crunching it between her teeth like so much sugar when it hit a reasonable stage. "I try not to kill them, but...since we're here, I guess there's no point not to, huh." Her draining was almost artful -- delicate, maybe -- and when she was done draining him almost-dry, when the man would probably die even if they let him go, she reached into his chest and pulled out his starseed; vanishing it with the rest of the orbs. "...and that's one more towards quota."
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 9:00 am
General Umber. A name he did not know, but that was hardly surprising. In time, he would reconnect with the Negaverse members, infiltrate himself back into the workings of the system. The mention of Laurelite made him hum almost inaudibly in the back of his throat. Cinnabar, he knew. His grin was toothy as he recalled the dragonesque woman. "Pookie?" He offered instead. "Honeybun? Light of my life?" His gaze cut like a razor as she began to consume his energy almost casually, reminding him so very much of when he'd devour starseeds like there was nothing else that could sustain him. In fact, his eyes locked on the man's chest as she drew out that beautiful trinket before it vanished. Just as well. Still, there was a sense of longing. "You're skilled." He noted, approving of the way she'd drained almost every last drop out of the man. "The energy. Does it help your migranes?" It was an idle question, casual, but he'd certainly had experiences with his own addictions. Maybe this was something similar.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 9:23 am
"I have a name," Chrysocolla grumbled, even though she blushed a little at the compliment - she'd been told she was good at it, just like the aura sensing, but it was one thing to hear it from an equal and another thing to hear it from someone who'd been part of the Negaverse longer than she could remember. Obsidian knew what he was doing - probably knew better than a lot of her Generals, if she was honest - but with that came his loyalty, which was...probably not to Laurelite. Ah well. It wasn't her problem. She wasn't exactly going to punch him in the face and demand he swear fealty to Queen Laurelite, after all. "...a little. I never used to eat much of it, but when they started, I figured out it makes them hurt less. I try to moderate it, though, so -" she shrugged awkwardly - "I just take a lot of ibuprofen and pain relievers."
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 9:44 am
"Right, right, Chrys." He said absently, more interested in the fact that maybe she was addicted to energy. Was that possible? He didn't know. He sure as hell wasn't a corrupted senshi. Clicking his tongue against his teeth, Obsidian studied her. "If it helps, why moderate? Migranes suck." Hell, he'd be even more cranky than usual if he was suffering from chronic ones. "You still need your quota. Might as well pick out a few more. Easy way to do it? Clubs. Dark, tons of people. Just siphon as you weave your way through the crowd, and no one's the wiser." Seemed a basic enough way to make her more efficient.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 10:53 am
"I'm not old enough to get into a club," she said, almost apologetically. "And I don't want to, anyways...bright lights and lots of noise and big crowds are -" a hiss. "They're...really not fun for me. So if I want to do mass draining, I hang out in malls or at coffee shops, put a hoodie on and hide my cracks...most Senshi aren't stupid enough to punch out a girl in the middle of a crowded public place, so." Chrysocolla clicked her tongue. "...I moderate 'cause I don't want to eat more than I need to. Just enough to feel a little better. If I eat it, then I can't turn it in, so..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2017 4:21 pm
Oh. Right. Sometimes he forgot how young some of these members were--or just how long he'd been doing this. Still, her averse reaction to crowds caused a flicker of amusement to spike through him, though her words did earn an idle nod. "True. And if they are, then you usually have the outraged crowd on your side." Who didn't love it when the so-called hero got mobbed for being a rash fool? Obsidian shrugged, seeing the logic of her statement. Back in the day, he'd had obligations outside of the Negaverse. She was likely still attending school, so it'd be impossible to spend all of her time harvesting energy. "Whatever it takes, I guess." He abruptly changed the subject, focusing on something else instead. "Do you remember who corrupted you?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 7:55 pm
"General Umber, who was a captain at the time, obtained me for corruption and called Queen Laurelite -- who was a General-Queen, then -- to perform the actual act." Her recitation was obedient, practiced, and it seemed to calm her. Facts didn't lie. "I can't tell you anything before that, I'm sorry...what I have left is basically just...thoughts. A couple of images. So...no secret White Moon battle plans or anything like that." Chrysocolla's smile was weak but slowly growing, when Obsidian didn't tell her to shut up or chide her. Maybe rules had been different, then, when there were less soldiers in Destiny City and every day had so much less of a chance to be more war. She'd looked at the documents, when she needed something to do: recruitment in Destiny City -- hell, even transfers to Destiny City -- had increased exponentially since 2012. 2011, maybe. Even 2010 or late 2009, if you squinted. (Which she couldn't remember, not at all, but that wasn't the point.)
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 2:46 pm
"Oh. Right." He rolled his eyes at himself, dramatically flicking himself in the forehead. "Memory ain't what it used to be. Don't mind." She'd already mentioned as much, and here he was, asking for the same damn answers. Bringing a senshi in for corruption had been an uncommon feat back in his day... but, to be fair, there were many more corrupteds wandering about now than there had been, too. Her answer had been prompt, almost as though she'd memorized it. There was a soft snort at that, but he offered a lazy sort of grin. "No, I wouldn't expect we'd get that lucky. But that's fine. We've got your power, and that's more than enough." But speaking of moods... "What do you do, exactly? You know. In battle."
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2017 1:08 pm
"I don't know all of the corrupts around," Chrys muttered, a flicker of irritation in her voice, "but -- my sister is Amphitrite, of Shells, and I've been working on meeting everyone I can." She looked down and aside, biting her lip. "Someone I really looked up to purified, and I haven't been able to bring him back...and I don't want that to happen to anyone else. So I try to let the ones I meet know that, if nothing else, I'm at least here to listen to anything they want to say." When it came to the topic of her magic, though - "I can alter or amplify someone's emotions, but the alterations seem to be, um, entirely up to their opinion of how emotions work...? I can't really replicate the results unless it's fight/flight, but it's really good for getting the drop on someone, especially if they haven't met me before or don't know how my magic works. My throwing arm isn't very good, so I have to be in melee range for it to work, though."
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2017 10:10 am
His attention perked slightly when she mentioned a sister, though he did have to wonder how Shells could even be a sphere of power. Well, he'd certainly heard stupider. A low, vehement noise of disgust curled in his throat when she mentioned purification, and Obsidian found himself rolling his eyes. It was a weak cop-out, and he was reminded instantly of Linarite... To be fair, she'd returned to them, but she was too damaged to ever reach the rank of General again. "Watch he doesn't try to take you with him," Was all he said. It was easy enough to shift the discussion to her abilities, and Obsidian listened with silent, watchful eyes. Amplifying and altering emotions... "You could ******** over a fight for your opponents, easy." He said, but his eyes were bright with interest. "Especially if they were distracted with others and didn't pay attention to you at all... " He was taking note for now, musing. "I'm keeping you in mind, Chrys. I'm thinking you've got potential."
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