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 Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2017 9:15 am
The chilly afternoon left Morpheus shivering blatantly. From his vantage point, a café adjacent to a local fabric store, he watched an unconscionable amount of people gather around its doors. From what he surmised by the nearby fliers and standalone signs, the store held a closing clearance sale as the owners wanted to move to a location less dangerous than the terrorist-plagued city. Morpheus couldn't blame them, especially if they knew anyone in the war - getting stuck with energy-draining duty sucked a**, and people attacking him for it only left him less enthused for sticking around in the city. If he could afford to move, he'd be doing the same damn thing.
Secondly Morpheus observed that the sale was quite good, as he never witnessed such an aggregation of sewing enthusiasts in front of this type of store. He gawked incredulously, and nearly forgot his draining assignment while he watched the customers attempt smashing themselves through the doors. Others walked out with entire bolts of fabric tucked under arms or piled into armloads of bags. What did they do with all of it? Make weird cosplays and s**t? Sew their jeans when they tore? Morpheus couldn't make heads or tails of the trend, but he did recognize that excited people getting good deals meant plenty of energy for the taking and no attention to spare for the incoming wraith.
Releasing his wraith proved an easy matter. The wispy, tendril-laden form jettisoned from the rooftop and closed in on the gathering below. As people focused toward the doors, it slipped between them soundlessly, gathering energy with each brush against another individual. By the time it emerged from the other side of the din, it looked nearly half-full with energy. Two more passes and he sported a pleasant haul for the day.
The downside, however, was that he felt at least a pair of signatures in the distance. The more brilliant of the two only moved parallel to his position, but one that felt equal to him made its approach. "Come on man, hurry your a** up. Someone gonna be bustin' my balls about this soon, an' it's too cold for that s**t, ya dig?" But the wraith did not hear its complaints, and Morpheus only wrapped his arms about his chilled form while he waited for his wraith to deliver. Perhaps they'd get done before one of their adversaries swung in to ruin his day.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2017 10:31 pm
Odain had been following the signs.
Store Closing.
Liquidation Sale.
On one of the pages favorite things. Fabric. "Ohhh I need some Taffeta, Organza, Mink - - ie. . . . " There was a pause as she noticed an Aura the closer she got. It was def. not a negaverse agent. She knew those. It was also not another normal senshi. The page frowned as she was stopped in her thoughts about the types of fabric she needed. Probably also followed by some other patterns she'd had her eye on.
She ran towards the fabric store. She was, really, really hoping they weren't ruining the fabric store sale. As she got closer to the fabric store she paused looking around, it seemed whoever it was, was across the street? Maybe she'd been wrong. The page rubbed the back of her head softly. . . looking into the fabric store.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 5:57 am
"Aw hell." Morpheus slumped when he spotted the half-naked page strolling towards the store, and for as much as he wanted to look at her a**, he half-expected her to go busting up his wraith. And busting up his wraith was a bad idea, since he'd get his a** in trouble to kingdom come for losing one of the things. Something about being hard to make, or whatever. Morpheus doubted that breaking a mirror was all that hard if one didn't believe in the seven years bad luck bullshit and just owned it. But then again, maybe the mirrors they had to break for these shards were super expensive. Whatever.
She looked more interested in the fabric store anyway, and Morpheus took that as his queue to go up and take care of her. Well, he wasn't sure how to send her packing, or if he was supposed to do her in here, but his magic didn't exactly give him the power of cracking skulls. Morpheus settled for getting a little dust in her eye and sending her wandering around distracted; it bought him enough time, he hoped, to finish his draining game. Then he could go home with his s**t and start grabbing all the shitty snacks he could for Superbowl Sunday, then deal with his pigeons, then get his shift swapped for Sunday… Yeah, he definitely needed this Page outta the picture.
Morpheus dropped to the street level and approached with some care, not watning to draw too much attention to himself or get hit by a car. Soon he was at conversational distance to the page, and called to her to see what it took to make her go away. "Yo, if you like the sales, what's stoppin' you from goin' inside?" He folded his arms across his chest. Poker face demanded that he deliberately not look at his busy wraith. "There's like, tons of people here. Ain't you worried someone's gonna nick the s**t you like?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 9:43 pm
Odain smiled as he approached her. She wasn't sure what he was up to but being Chaos, he had to be up to something not very good if there were a ton of people right?
However the page just chuckled, "Well it's probably already nicked. If the liquidation sale is really as good as it says." She gave a small wink as she looked around causally trying to note things out of the ordinary as she went. "Taffeta and Organza are only so popular; but Minkie's going to be gone the second the good sales happens."
Maybe she could trick him into giving away what he was actually up to? "Did the sales bring you here too? Maybe we could shop together?" She knew he wasn't from the negaverse, he didn't have the same signature they did. However, she didn't know of any other factions; at least not off hand.
"I'm sure a nice scarf would compliment that outfit well -- Mr. . . . " She trailed off hoping he'd give his name.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2017 7:09 am
Morpheus' first assessment was that the page was weird as hell. 'Weird as hell' felt like an understatement for how she was powered up, like a walking ********' target, her panties totally visible through the weird gauzy s**t on her waist, and yet there she was gawking through the store window like she was a civilian. Did she forget she was in uniform? Did people do that? Morpheus figured they must for how she just… Kept talking. Despite him being a Dark Mirror and all. Maybe she forgot to get her panties in a twist over his chaos association.
Speaking of panties, Morpheus mentally reminded himself to stop staring at hers. The struggle felt real. "Nah, I'm good. I don't come here for s**t. Sewing is for girls. I just, uh…" Right, he probably needed an excuse. "I like coffee. There's a coffee shop over there. Then you came up, and yeah." Damn, he never felt more awkward before in his life. And that meant something, considering he had to spend a full hour explaining to his roommates why he kept so many pigeons on the deck.
"Morpheus," he volunteered, perhaps too quickly. Names never meant much to him; even if he had the name of any powered individual, it gave him little more to go off of but another label. Hands reached his waist. "You dissin' my duds, Lady?" Maybe he'd hit her in the face with some dust and send her on her way.
It sounded like a good idea; his wraith hadn't yet completed its energy drain on the crowd, and while they hadn't noticed its presence, this strange page could probably sense the creature. He didn't want to face the consequences of a destroyed wraith.
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 8:00 pm
Odian looked at him when he said sewing was for girls, "I know a few really talented guys that sew. So it's not just a girl thing. But if that's what you'd like to think that's okay. Not everyone is creative in the same mediums."
She may have been gawking in the window but it bothered her there was a Chaos Aura here, namely Morpheus and a lot of people around. Surely there was more to this right? "Oh, coffee's always good. I could go for a latte right now."
She noticed a few people skirting by them looking either offended at her outfit or terrified of the 'terrorists'. "Nice to meet you Morpheus!" She said with a smile and paused when he asked if she was dissin' his duds.
"Odainsaker, and nooo I'm not Dissin them I'm just thinking if you wanted something nice and warm for winter around your neck. It'd help keep the chill off." She paused, "I'd sadly be an expert on 'how to keep warm when powered up. . . ."
She gave a soft shrug before curiously looking him over, "By the way, I know you're not part of the negaverse - from your energy signature, but what are you a part of?" She hadn't met any Dark Mirror senshi before so she was a little confused. She was still trying to keep an eye for anything strange going on.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2017 6:55 am
So she knew a few dudes that missed the memo about sewing being for girls. Whatever. Morpheus preferred to stick to manliness. He wasn't about to get made fun of for s**t like sewing.
He did c**k a brow at Odainsaker on two counts - the latte mention, and the comment about wintry prep. You walk around in ******** panties all the time and damn right you'd be an expert on how to keep warm. Or how to get hypothermia. They didn't give you much to work with. Hell, maybe she'd have a blast during the summer. He didn't know. This one was definitely cuckoo for cocoa puffs, he decided, and left it at that. Nevermind the fact that they stood on opposite ends of the war, she wanted to go shopping while powered up. And give clothing advice and s**t. Aight, at least she wasn't a threat.
And his wraith returned unharmed and unhindered, laden with energy. Its tanglible presence slipped beyond the mirror shard with its load and vanished beyond the reflection. His shoulders relaxed somewhat.
"Naw, I'm not part of the Negaverse." Morpheus shifted to lean against the thick column of brick between the glass windows. He folded arms across his chest. "Name of the Court's Dark Mirror. We don't do most of that 'bust up the city' s**t. We ain't many, so we gotta keep our heads low. The name of the game's just get by, you know? Like there ain't enough going on in this damn war.
"What you a part of? You don't seem like a senshi."
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 9:33 pm
The sudden appearance of the Wraith made her jump and stare at it before it disappeared. Okay obviously she fell down on her job here. . . . "W-what was that!?"
She asked before turning her attention to the other answers he'd given her. "I see, well I guess at least someone behaves?" She seemed a little unsure but settled with it as the choice of words. "Unlike the agents that just out right attacked me."
There was a small sigh there. "True, there's already a lot going on."
She paused, "Oh, I'm just a page of Cosmos, but hopefully I'll get to Knight some day. I . . . still have a difficult time grasping all of this. Doesn't help I know a lot about larp and things like Ren faries and other fantasy elements. So a lot of this just seemed like over active imaginations and some how making some really bad a** special effects . . . at first." She answered. Which was the other reason she knew so much about sewing.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2017 7:07 pm
Morpheus sucked his lips into his mouth for a hot second when she jumped. "What was what?" He asked dumbly. A cursory look around followed, and he shrugged his shoulders at her. Like hell was he explaining s**t to some White Mooner.
"Cool, Page of the Cosmos." The hell was that supposed to mean? Sounded more like a fancy title someone might find in a nerdy movie. The costume came with a sheer overlay and panties, though, so he wasn't complaining about that. She started to explain that she found the whole concept of powered life very challenging, and knew nothing about who he was or how to recognize his Court, so asking her questions sounded like an exercise in futility. Not that Morpheus knew that much more himself, but sticking around sounded like a bad idea when he just got his wraith back, he stood next to what was effectively an enemy, and he needed to turn in that energy before someone pushed him down a flight of stairs and shattered the mirror shard.
"Aight, good seein' you, uh… Oda… Uh. Odain. Yeah." He popped a few fingers in a casual salute. "You do that fabric search, find somethin' good. I got some business to take care of." Morpheus turned to leave without further discourse, even as the crowd around the store swelled to greater proportions. There wasn't much he could do with the excess energy now.
Page of the Cosmos… Still sounded like a super weird title. Maybe one of their own knew something about knights.
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2017 10:32 pm
Odain paused as she looked at him confused, he had avoided answering the question and then just as suddenly he was ready to make his exit and do something. . . The page was staring dumb founded, "Alright. . . see you round Morpheus?" Though he was already gone with the wind.
Yup, she was fairly sure she just failed her job here. Whatever it was, and the crowd was getting larger. The page frowned heavily as she moved to get away from the scene. After all, while no one really paid attention to them for the time, it was going to get where soon she would be noticed and even she knew that wasn't a good idea.
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