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 Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2017 9:54 pm
At no point had Eta ever told Suttungr that he'd be bored. It was one of the few things she'd not expressed plainly - and neither had the other senshi the Mauvian had put him in contact with - so whenever it happened, he felt a bit unprepared.
But that was okay. He was used to waiting. He was a musician, after all. You just had to make your own fun when that happened. Often at the expense of another musician, the drill instructor, the drum major, or the conductor (if you had the balls for that one).
Which was why the senshi of violence was careening around the business district looking for a good time, bouncing around like a pogo stick on speed and enjoying the physical enhancements afforded him by the senshi magic.
He really wanted to find himself some dark-coated Nega trash to slaughter, but - alas, there were no s**t-smelling auras around. Unless those grimy ******** had figured out some way of masking them! Wouldn't that be fun? "Anyone want to plaaaaay~?" Suttungr sing-songed loudly as he vaulted over a print-company's lighted sign and kept going.xStrickenized Viola! Um, do let me know, if I should change a thing, or add a thing, or if this is wholly unusable. No harm, no foul in any case my man!
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2017 10:45 am
Who in the blue halls of hell was making all that racket? If it was one of their own, Scholomance had half a mind to kick their teeth in and repossess them straight out of their throat.
In fact, he quite considered it as their incessant yodeling pierced through the fog of hangover and straight into his bleeding brain. Groaning, the Saturn knight pawed at his bloodshot eyes. He tried, briefly, to block the sound with palms to his ears, but lacking a second palm, the effort was quickly abandoned. Instead he forged on with false teeth gritted and a veritable diatribe brewing in his head. He cared little if the source of the noise was one of the White Moon, or a knight — curbstomping them out of existence was for the betterment of their combined factions, he was sure of it.
The curmudgeonly knight crested a parapet to the nearby bank and half-shuffled over the leagues of gravel peppering the rooftop. He caught sight of movement in the distance — someone trying more jackass stunts to post on YouTube likely, and with it came a dim signature to match the outstandingly bad outfit. Yes, unfortunately, this was a White Moon senshi.
A loud one.
An obnoxious one.
An incredibly high maintenance one.
"You're about to call a flash mob to yourself," he shouted as loudly as he could stand. Already his ears rang with the abuse, and his head cracked open at every seam. He should've stayed home, he reminded himself. He should've swallowed half a bottle of aspirin and laid in bed for another day. "Did you want half the Negaverse to hear you?" If you want to get your a** corrupted for annoyance alone, that's on you.
Not like I have a reason to stop it.syrie scholo says saturn's gravitational pull has nothing to do with his innate attractiveness, don't give that rock in the sky too much credit
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2017 8:46 pm
Unlike his own aura, the one that was flush, plush and over the area wasn't senshi. It also wasn't Chaos...unless. It was the Unless that thrilled him. Of course, he was new. And not great at his job, so it wasn't until Scholomance had actually called out to him that he managed to pinpoint his location.
He really needed to get better about that sort of thing.
"What!?" Suttungr skidded to a stop and backtracked so that he could make his way closer to where the knight waited; his headlong rush to engage had him ending up on some garbage strip mall type thing across a service alley from where the dark-clad man stood, glowering.
Dark clothing....check.
Bitchy looking...check.
Something...something...Negaverse....check.
This dude was absolutely evil, no matter what his aura might have said. He had ******** bones on his costume for ******** sake.
"Did you just threaten me?" Suttungr did that thing you always see in Hollywood movies adapted from YA novels, where they back up some and then jump the gap. When he landed, he turned to face Scholomance, fists up, ready to rumble. "Say it to my face, Negatrash. Or don't"
He didn't even hesitate - he just cast, going right for the dark clad knight. "Suttungr's Searing Slam!"xStrickenized this is all i have to say to thatSuttungr’s Searing SlamSuttungr’s magic conjures up a brilliant disk of fire colored energy that then goes flying into the enemy not unlike someone swinging a book bag into the victim. Upon striking the victim it flashes brightly and leaves the impression of an all-out conflagration [a visual effect, rather than tangible damage] for a brief moment before dissipating. The attack itself can cause bruising and/or tenderness at the target location from the impact force and may knock the opponent over with an option for sunburn like damage should it be desired by player(s) for their character(s). This attack affects a single target at a time and Suttungr has two uses per battle, there is no time limit as it’s an immediate effect casting.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2017 10:03 am
"No, I didn't just threaten you. Don't be daft. I warned you, there's a diff—" but the eyesore of a senshi was already jumping the gap, already set on a course of action that Scholomance suspected more and more. Does he actually think —
well, ******** me in half.
"Wait a minute!" Even looking at the cyan-and-cherry-red senshi caused his eyes to throb in abject loathing, but he forced himself to look regardless. He certainly couldn't fault the senshi for his enthusiasm, especially when that entire faction acted so devoid of it, but the jumping-to-conclusions bit was about to get him into trouble with the White Moon's only allied faction. "For one, I'm not Negatrash. Check your sense of other —"
Wait, what?
Scholomance sighed into a facepalm, his eyes closed to the travesty that was their exchange. The knight felt a searing heat rake over his cheek, sending him backward a couple steps and leaving him with an overenthusiastic fireworks show. "<********>," he cursed as the burn of it started to set in. A couple tentative pokes confirmed the presence of tender(ized) skin on his face. "Ow. Ow, what was that for? Save that s**t for a Negaverse agent; I'm a knight!" The words were finally huffed out, now that a moment remained between ******** sake," he cursed under his breath. "Now you owe me a beer and a b*****b. in that order, preferably." He continued poking and rubbing at the offending skin.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 2:21 am
Captain Boneyard said some stuff, but Suttungr was a bit busy to listen to some weak-a** protestations of innocence - what, did this guy think he was stupid?! Was he really supposed to believe someone in such an obviously evil looking costume wasn't sucking Metallia's fetid tit just because he wasn't sending the senshi radar shrieking?
Likely ******** story!
Sweet satisfaction coursed through him at the connecting blow and subsequent swear that came from his opponent. "Serves you righ--a what?" He'd gathered himself up like a boxer that only knew how to stand but had a lot of enthusiasm, if no technique, but Scholomance's declaration of knighthood actually gave him pause. That was a recognized term. Eta had mentioned those, Corvus, Aegir, and the Primer too. "A Knight, you said?"
Warily, the senshi took a step backwards, putting more space between them in the name of Thinking About This. On the one hand, if he believed Captain Boneyard and he were telling the truth...he might be making a huge mistake that could have horrible ramifications for not only him, but the rest of the White Moon - Knights were their own thing, allied, but not the same as senshi.
On the other, if he were a lying piece of Negashit and Suttungr didn't utterly destroy him...well, that was also bad.
Then again, he was bitching about beer and blow jobs instead of attacking. That kind of spoke in favor of his not being Negaverse. His costume was grim as hell thou--oh. Suttungr finally caught on to the not-at-all obvious golden Saturn symbols gracing Scholomance's jacket. Saturn. Death and destruction and all that s**t. Bones. Right.
Did knights usually come in flavors of 'Ate the ******** Up'? Because this one had the look of a man that half fell into a wood chipper. Maybe it was because he looked like an evil b*****d...or maybe he looked like an evil b*****d because he'd fallen into a wood chipper? Was it rude to ask? Probably. Don't stare.
"Uh...I can't." Wait, no. He could. Duh. He'd just turned twenty one, not but a week previously, so he could totally buy Boneyard a drink! Being under-age probably wouldn't have stopped him from finagling the beer anyway, but it would be so much easier now that he was legal. As for the other half of grumpy's 'request', Suttungr crossed his arms over his chest and looked at him askance, "Do you always proposition people you just met for sex, or am I just special? I mean s**t, I don't even know your name. Hell, I still can't be entirely sure you're not part of Metallia's army."
Legs look good in those pants though... No. Focus.
Strickenized sutt: god, ur grumpy. idk why. >_>;; nothing to do with me!
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2018 9:00 pm
"Yes, a knight!" Scholomance shot back at him. "You know, the kind that generally ally themselves to the White Moon that you're usually not supposed to attack? Those knights!" Scholomance's arm stretched stiff in his anger, and the spinal segments to his weapon clattered together. "Don't they teach you anything? Senshi have cats to teach them the way, don't they?"
He assumed they did — Scholomance knew nothing of the relationship between Mauvian and White Moon senshi, having seldom asked of the few he knew. Perhaps they were mostly dumped into the war with a prime directive and nothing more.
But that didn't excuse the fact that this a*****e just gave him a smarting sunburn on his face.
Then came the admitted I can't, and Scholomance could no longer abide such obnoxiousness. All the anger fled his body in a fit of weariness, where his headache reminded him liberally of its existence, and he dismissed his weapon to press palm to forehead in defeat. That palm later slid down to nurse his obnoxious firebrand. "I know you don't know me, sweet newbie, so let me explain to you a few things. For one thing, my name is Scholomance. For another, I'm a knight of Saturn. You know, that planet in the sky with all the rings around it like it's married to about sixty people. And for three, yes I always proposition people I just met for sex. Negaverse, White Moon, other knight, doesn't matter to me.
"Besides, getting you out of that eyesore outfit would be a godsend right now. Do you have any idea how much it exacerbates a migraine? Or a hangover?" Do I have to explain hangovers to you? Because if that's on the docket, then we'd best get to a bar stat.
Scholomance finally approached; knowing Suttungr's magic firsthand ameliorated his concerns about possibly getting shot off the building and skewered on someone's trashy, outdated fence spikes or something worse. "So. Since you're not taking me to a bar, and you're not getting on your knees, how do you propose to make this up to me?" Scholomance asked at last, his fingers encircling the reddening mark.syrie hangover + mang dunno s**t = mangover
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2018 3:33 am
"We've got handy little manuals, the Mauvians, and even some older buzzards to teach if we wanna listen." Suttungr just kind of shrugged, honestly he couldn't really argue with a well made point: he had resources, he knew was Knights were. Boneyard just looked evil as hell, so it was kind of hard to want to trust that this grumpy, rheumy-eyed ******** was a Knight instead of oh, someone he could bash to hell and back. "Maybe you just have a puncheable face?"
It seemed that the greater sin was in his fumbling the ability to procure alcohol, for something seemed to flee Scholomance and he deflated like a child's balloon under a bully's pin. The senshi watched his theatrics with a sort of bored interest, rocking on his heels like he'd taken a bump of coke and could no longer remain still, freezing only when the one-armed man gave his name. Scholomance. It was not unknown to him. Aegir had mentioned that Knight, before. He'd been part of that Ouro-whatever team - the one that Suttungr was sort of-kind of part of since he was a senshi of Saturn too.
And apparently Aegir ******** collected Saturn folks like gays collected Beanie Babies in the 90's or some s**t, because <********> he'd been so goddamn chipper and pushy.
Suttungr wet his lips and shifted uncomfortably as pieces started to fall into really distressing places; Knight. Saturn. Scholomance. Ouroboros. His impending doom when an even more temperamental guy found out about this little...indiscretion. And now Boneyard was approaching him like a ******** panther stalking prey, great. "I, uh...say..you...aren't the Knight Scholomance that knows Sailor Aegir, are you? Bouncy b*****d, blond? Kicks like a ******** mule? Collects Saturn knights and senshi? Right. Of course you are. ******** me. I'm dead when he finds out."
His mouth was running, his brain was not. Internally there was just a great deal of static with a few things coming through, like his bright-a** fuku exacerbating a migraine. Okay, he could manage that. One thing - he could manage to fix one thing. It was simple, all he had to do was power down.
From Suttungr of Saturn to Felix the dork in navy track pants with three vertical white stripes down each leg, a t-shirt proclaiming him a member of the DCU marching band, and some well-worn white trainers. "Is...uh...this better?" I am so ********, so royally ********. Aegir is going to kick my a** until I don't have an a** when he finds out. Or Cordy will, or Eta. Way to go, self. ******** up a perfectly good allyship! Stupid, stupid, stupid-- Maybe if I just...take him drinking? Or maybe not, being a broke-a** college student made things like that kinda hard, what if Boneyard liked the posh ******** it be so bad? No worse than band camp... Felix gave Scholomance another once over, critical. No, probably not so bad...
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2018 5:05 pm
"Oh, come the ******** on…" Scholomance muttered to the heavens. Why did this have to keep happening? Clearly his face wasn't terribly punchable — most people found it quite attractive — so this asswipe going to town on him and branding him with a sunburn was more out of spite for his uniform than any punchability to his face. He'd remember that one, however, and add it next to the debt he constantly racked up by continuing to speak.
Something in the other man's appearance grew more and more moribund as the second passed, even without Scholomance saying anything scathing in return. And while he wanted very much to verbally set the boy on fire, to exchange pain for pain in the headache department, Scholomance found no grounds to continue his rebuke. The boy simply shriveled up and died before him, with only the mention of Aegir as an excuse.
Aegir. Like Aegir was anything but a poodle in human form. Perpetually happy and — kicks like a mule? Scholomance quirked a brow. "I… Well yes, I know Aegir, but I've never had the pleasant experience of being the target of his foot. We've known each other for years now. Looks absolutely fantastic naked; just ask him to wear a bag over his head if ever you do the do. He has a habit of making these awful faces that just kill the mood." Scholomance clicked his tongue against his teeth, humming a line of disappointment. "Seeing as you just beaned his favorite Saturn knight, I doubt you'll have the privilege of seeing his o-face anytime soon.
"In fact…" Scholomance walked to the edge of the building, where a fat parapet dropped off into a narrow, dreary alleyway. "He might just roundhouse kick you off a building, Chuck Norris-style." Pausing, he winced. "Did I just date myself? Don't answer that.
"So," he turned back toward the imminently-less-eyesore that was Suttungr. "So. Drinks. I'm waiting." Scholomance's own garb fell away for the much more ostentatious — leather pants with ribbon-laced sides, a mesh shirt with strategic brown leather paneling, and a sizable riveted black jacket with more straps than could be useful. "There's a fire escape back here. suggest we get walking, unless I should call Colin for a ride…?" He winked, and spared the boy a duck face.syrie fin on my side, if you want to wrap on yours or leave it be, i am good for either
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2018 4:43 pm
Being set on fire would have been preferable to being kicked by Aegir again. However the blond senshi might have once dealt with folks, he was dealing with Suttungr - Felix - in a harsher manner. One that included putting those monstrous legs to use in ways that were no fun at all for the one on the receiving end.
Scholomance's confirmation wasn't even needed, it was just another nail in the aggressively sparkling coffin Felix had made for himself. No big deal, he was just going to die. Maybe Boneyard could add some more flair to his costume once Aegir was done with him? Sulking so much meant that the commentary about ******** the sunny-haired senshi went right past Suttungr until he blinked a bit and just kind of went still with a wide-eyed - horrified but interested - expression. He just managed to get out a few strangled words, "Not my type--" before the Knight was dating himself horribly with a goddamn Chuck Norris reference.
Scholomance wasn't Scholomance as he turned back to Felix, demanding and imperious as any drum major. But dressed less like a giant dork, of course. "Yeah..." s**t, wait-- "I mean, no! Don't bother Colin. Let's just...walk." An earnest 'let-me-please-you' expression taking over his face as he hurried to join the one armed man before he lost patience again.Strickenized A wrap from me~ Thank you for being so patient and gracious with me <33
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