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 Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2018 8:33 pm
Quote: Sprigs of mistletoe dangle from various spots around the carnival and it becomes abundantly clear that most people are taking advantage of the fun holiday tradition, be it a cute peck on the cheek or an opportunity for some gross PDA. You happen to notice a crush or loved one standing under one of the sprigs and on a whim, you decide to adhere to timeless tradition and give them a kiss (even if it means mustering up your courage and getting over your shyness to make it happen). When you open your eyes, you soon realize... that wasn't your crush/loved one at all, but a total stranger! Oh no!
But he knew that already, long before the holiday mania set in over the masses.
In any case, only his long boots and the bottoms of his pants were visible. He had his cane in hand, his weapon technically, but he did not think it looked out of place with the overall look he was sporting.He just looked like a very sophisticated business man who had more money than time on his hands. Hopefully the grumpy attitude and haughty air would keep people away from him while he patrolled through this carnival.
The only reason he was here was to hunt. He was hoping to corner a few of the holiday nut balls and drain them of their energy, which was apparently endless when it came to frivolities such as this, or perhaps take their starseeds. He was not here to enjoy the booths or take part in all the carnival games and fun.
He glared at anyone that came anywhere near him, just in case they thought about asking him to join in.
Sighing, walking slowly, he watched as people flocked to the various areas of this pathetic excuse for a gathering, wondering how people could be so easily amused. Why did they play those clearly rigged games? Who wanted such homemade and pathetic looking prizes, anyway? They would be throwing away anything they won here by the time Christmas was over, anyway. Yet they were all acting like it was the happiest night of their meaningless lives.
If he had his way, it would be their last. But of course, as a Lieutenant, he lacked the power to do anything about it. He just had to grumble and glare, his tiny heart far too many sizes too small, and wait for the perfect chances to strike them all one at a time.
Maybe other Negaverse soldiers were there, and would help out. Honestly, it was hard for him to figure out all the auras in the area. There must have been a lot of business here, by both sides. Or there was another strange, magical event happening here, like what happened with the fairies or the building that was covered in ice. He shuddered just thinking about that one.
All this Grinching was cut short as he spotted a figure not too far from him. For a moment, he remembered a time long past. A woman far out of his reach by now. It looked just like her, he was sure of it, and his heart, despite his best efforts to be a complete grump, thudded in his chest at the idea of seeing her again. He watched her, for a moment, before his eyes were drawn upwards. Mistletoe. He knew the lore, and the reason why it was set up. There were so many other happy couples taking part, and there she was, standing under it.
Maybe, just for a moment, he could forget how much he hated this season and just… enjoy one of its traditions, just for a moment. He steeled his courage and moved over to her, taking a deep breath, shutting his eyes, and leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. Even with the permission of the mistletoe, he could not bring himself to go too far, or insult her outright.
And if this all ended up to be a dream, at least he knew he behaved himself.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2018 7:45 am
Wasn't Christmas just a wonderful time? As much as she didn't want to patrol for draining, Margarite knew she had to take advantage of the huge turn out at the carnival. She could just comfort herself with some games and food afterwards, she knew. Besides, she didn't think any of the pesky terrorists would be making a scene here, right? It was Christmas! There had to be a sense of propriety.
Boots clicking, she strutted the grounds with a smile, a short, somewhat muscular, and bubbly woman among so many others. There were definitely other auras about, but she wasn't worried. This was one of her first outings by herself, and Margarite had confidence that it would be just fine. Maybe she could bring the boss back some prizes just to add a cherry to the top of this cool sundae. It was as she pondered what stall to troll when she turned and saw him.
Margarite was a purveyor of many raunchy and perhaps not so well-written romance novels, and this seemed a direct scene from one of them. She felt her heart flutter as the tall, dark, and handsome man approached, and yet she didn't move. It was the gentleman who needed to approach, after all, and the closer he got the clearer the darkness in him seemed. Oh, how she wanted to just squeeze that awfulness out of him, tell him he was the perfect man even with his flaws, and then...Margarite's cheeks flushed at the images dancing in her head. She couldn't remember why, and yet her body seemed to: the motions willed her to reach out and grasp his arm, her face tilted just so, and received the kiss with a most delicate ah! even as she wished for far more brutish things to be done to her.
Could he really be so bad, if his lips were so gentle upon her cheek? Why did he have such a terrible look about him, even with his eyes closed? Who had done him wrong on this most wonderful winter season?
"Well, hello, darlin'~" she purred. "You need somethin'?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2018 1:33 pm
Crocoite stepped back, blinking, as if being drawn from a daze. He looked at the woman in front of him, noting her Chaos but not recognizing a single other thing about her. In fact, he had never seen her before that moment, not even when he was walking up to her. Somehow, he had completely mistaken her for another person.
Was he going crazy? Or was he more lonely than he thought? No, that was certainly not the case. He was not a companionship sort of man, at least not for more than a night or two.
Two was pushing it.
"Err. Forgive me," he grumbled, looking down and away from her. "I thought you were someone else..." What kind of a psychopath went around kissing strangers? He had some lines, after all: sure, he could kill and torture people to get energy and starseeds, and had no qualms about fighting senshi and chibi senshi, who were all basically children. But unwanted physical affection? He was not that kind of a man. No, he was gentleman.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2018 12:39 pm
A gentleman! Margarite bubbled with a little laughter and stroked her thumb across his bicep. "Oh, honey, ain't no need to apologize," she said, decided she was now allowed to lean in and return the kiss--perhaps a bit more forcefully, to coax him out of his guilt.
And then as quickly as the impulse came, it left. The space it vacated was full of questions, namely: what the hell?
Blinking rapidly, Margarite let him go and took a step back to compose herself, pushing back her hair as she willed her blush to go away. "Uh. Yeah, no, s'fine," she went on to say, almost phrasing it as a question in her confusion at what had just happened. She was no stranger to getting lost in the moment or horny (or both), but in public? On the job? With a random guy? Watch yourself, Maybelle.
"That was weird, huh." She fixed her uniform and only then recognized that he too was of the Negaverse. Well at least that made it a little less embarrassing than, say, smooching one of the white court. "Hope I won't get written up," Margarite added with a self-conscious chuckle. "Only been out a few months."
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2018 4:27 pm
Crocoite watched her dubiously, but soon found himself on the other end of the awkwardness. He was not sure which place was better to be in, though he certainly was not going to complain about the attention. It occurred to him that he spent so long being a grump and a jerk that he actually had not even been close to another human being in some time.
Unless punching someone in the face counted, but he did not really think it did.
He smiled at her, then looked up.
"They say this stuff can be magical, this time of year," he said, distracting them both from their bumbly apologies and pointing to the mistletoe. He did not actually think it had anything to do with it, but it seemed like a good excuse to take shelter behind. With all the weird stuff he had already experienced this Christmas, it would not surprise him anyway.
And a kiss with a stranger was not, as it turned out, the worst thing that happened to him this week. So he really had nothing to complain about.
"I'm a Lieutenant as well," he said lowly, nodding his head in solidarity, "so I've no intention of throwing you in. While I doubt they discourage a little fraternizing, from what I've seen of the higher ups, we can just keep it our little secret. In any case, what brings you to this... overly welcoming and comfortable place. Hunting?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2018 10:04 pm
He really was a gentleman, deflecting the conversation like that. Margarite cupped her elbows and joined the lieutenant in looking about, taking in the casually chaotic cheer around them--and pointedly avoiding the mistletoe again in case looking would make her go crazy again.
"Yeah," she said with a laugh in her voice. "Secret sounds good. But yeah, just checking around for a bit of energy nibbling. Figured it'd be easier grabbin' a few here and there in the crowd so it's not so noticeable." That's how it worked, right? Otherwise she'd have to do the usual of luring someone somewhere dark and quiet and getting intimate to get more energy faster, and getting intimate was probably not a good idea after that little...thing. Had to be careful and s**t.
"You know Tourmaline? She's my general." Margarite beamed. "And I'm Margarite. Got pulled out of a tight spot a few months ago, so I really owe her."
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2019 1:10 pm
"I am Crocoite. I haven't met your General, but I don't know many of them. Mine is Painite, though she's been very absent as of late. I wonder what has her so distracted, sometimes, but then I find myself not caring all that much."
She had saved him once or twice, but not without some stern 'talking to' afterwards. She was not a very forgiving or gentle General, by any stretch of the imagination. Still, it did seem like she was either getting more used to him or she was... softening. Somehow. He was not sure he liked it.
Beggers could not be choosers, as the saying went, but he was starting to think he preferred her as the no-nonsense, dangerous General he had started off his career fearing.
"It must be nice to have a General willing to help you, though. I was under the impression, for some time, that the Negaverse did not regularly help one another. I see that may not be the case. What trouble were you in, if you don't mind my asking?"
They had skipped a few steps in their introductions, after all, so he figured it was okay to catch up a bit. He eyed a pair of flirtatious civilians hurrying to the mistletoe warily as they passed.
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