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 Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 4:56 pm
Right. Tonight was going to be the start of Nis being more than a pretty, sparkly waste of space. She might be a terrible fighter, but she wasn't helpless! Sure and she'd just keep telling herself that.
With a sigh, she ventured out into the darkened and very cold streets of the city, trusting to the knowledge that other pages had done the same at some point and managed to survive. Therefore, she'd also survive!
She hoped.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2019 11:51 am
Fafnir didn't much like being the sort of useful his general asked of him. Draining people was a weirdly intimate affair, fraught with danger and demanding far more effort than it felt like it should. Frankly, he hated it, and that's why he was loitering a block from the night club he'd decided to 'hunt' tonight, leaning against the railing of a stairwell.
It was honestly dumb. Putting off what he had to do wasn't going to make it go away or get done faster and in the meanwhile, the rest of his obligations weren't getting done, and there had been more than enough of those before this whole mess happened.
He pinched the bridge of his nose with gloved fingers, letting the length of his hair shadow his face from the bright neon lights that were edging on headache inducing. Trey wanted to go to the pool and swim laps with the overhead lights off... just the quiet sound of water sloshing against the sides for company. He wanted to curry Firefly down and then settle on some straw in the corner of her stall and read a book to the sounds of her munching her feed. They felt like sweet dreams... far off dreams. Fafnir had a duty he hadn't fulfilled yet, so Trey would have to wait.
For one, amazingly, he felt the power signature growing in his senses before it barreled into him. It reminded him of the other page and he straightened, backing up to the brick wall. He didn't retreat, but he wasn't going to make a scene of himself. Maybe whomever it was would keep on going and pass him by, leaving him to his work in peace.
Slim chance, but he could hope.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2019 5:45 am
Perhaps if Nis had been paying better attention, she would have realized that she was blithely tripping towards a Chaos signature. Pausing for a moment, she wondered if she should keep going. Then, resolutely drawing her shoulders back, she decided that she had to. This was her job after all.
Moving slowly, but carefully towards what she could feel, the tall page paused when she saw someone pulled back into the shadows.
"Erm... hello?"
What she could see wasn't at all reassuring based on things she'd learned just through the grapevine. But as far as she could tell, this person wasn't doing anything. Or wasn't doing anything right now.
Moving a little closer, but being careful to not loom, she tried a tentative smile. Then, her eyes fell to the other's hair and widened.
"Christ, that hair must be a pain, but it's gorgeous."
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2019 1:05 pm
The closer whomever it was got, the better he could feel them, until his eyes found the form in the dark. They didn't stop, and soon enough he could make out a young woman, dark skinned and bright haired, dressed in shining rainbow. The stars were a familiar motif and he frowned, all the more unsure about this meeting they seemed intent on having. The last page wearing stars had been a bit of a brute and he didn't want to have to talk himself out of getting bruises again.
Surprisingly though, her soft voice was a lot more unsure, and a greeting rather than a challenge. Fafnir still frowned, but now that was tentative hope. Maybe this one would be more open to talking than to fighting. She peered into the shadows and he stepped forward out of them, all dark, rich purples and blues to her shining brightness. He brushed fingers through his hair in a way that looked self-conscious, his eyes wide.
"Thanks, I guess." He said, knowing full well it dragged pale ends in the gravel behind him. As Trey, he was always scared he power down to find it rife with split ends and dirt... but it was always pristine, as he kept it. This was false hair, and it was starting to bother him less. "I put a lot of work into it, though its not usually as long as this."
He paused, lips parted, before he smiled gently. "Your dress really suits you. Whoever decides on these outfits seems to have some good taste."
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2019 7:39 am
So far so good. Civility was being maintained and Nis felt herself relaxing a tiny bit. Smiling a little self consciously, she crept incrementally closer, fingers itching to play with that insanely long hair.
Really, if this one was of the corrupted senshi she's heard about, he didn't seem so bad. He was actually really, really pretty, actually. Blushing faintly, Nis turned her eyes away for a moment. Whatever he was, he was being calm and kind enough. The page decided that in this instance it would be more beneficial to stay polite than to pick fights.
Still, she had to laugh a little at his compliment. Running her fingers across her belt, Nis glanced back at him and wrinkled her nose in a grin.
"Thank you," she murmured. "It's a monster to try to do anything strenuous in though. And I wouldn't be so sure of that last statement," she added thinking back to the knight meetings she'd attended. "I think whoever dresses us is some weird, eternally drunk elf who wants to help but doesn't always nail it. I think I just got lucky."
She couldn't help it, Nis began to chuckle at her own mental image. And that was enough to put her at her ease. Sticking her hand out, she smiled up into the senshi's face.
"I'm Nis and I hope you'll forgive me if this is rude, but what, exactly are you? I've got an idea, but I've met so very few people on your side of things that, well? I'm a bit inexperienced."
Wincing internally at her clumsy speech, Nis hoped this tall unknown would humor her. She really did want to learn more about this war she'd been thrust into.
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2019 10:15 am
As the stranger relaxed, Fafnir did too, though his open expression covered his speculation as he eyed her. She seemed more interested in being friendly than not, which was a first for him, but he could roll with it. Might even be able to turn it to his advantage, if he got an opportunity.
He rolled his bare shoulders under the stiff cowl he wore, spreading his hands at his own long skirts.
"I think we both have that problem." Fafnir said with a chuckle. At least the front was open, so walking was less of a trip hazard. Not that he tripped on long skirts... he had far too much practice.
When the page offered her hand, Fafnir hesitated only a moment before he reached out to take it with gentle fingers. It was a bizarre action, shaking hands in greeting with someone from the other side. Definitely a first for him, but it cemented his certainty that this one was not going to get aggressive on him. Thank god.
"Nis." He murmured, caressing the name as he smiled. "Short and sweet. I'm Fafnir."
The corrupt tilted his head at her question and considered what she was asking. 'What are you' was not a question he usually got, but at least there was some context clues in 'haven't met a lot on your side' and 'inexperienced'.
"Ah, you mean... all this?" He said as he waved a hand from horns to uniform, taking in the seemingly deep cracks in forehead and chest. They had honestly scared the crap out of him the first time he'd seen them cutting through his flesh like he was made of glass. He'd given up trying to touch them when his fingers had brushed the edges and sunk inwards, giving him chills of body horror. "I'm a Senshi, I guess you'd say. I've heard us called 'Corrupted Senshi' before. I haven't really met one of your side's senshi before, but we must be similar, save that my power comes from Metallia like the agent's power does. And you're a Page right? I've met one like you before... colors and styles weren't so wildly different."
Even if the wearer had been.
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2019 5:53 am
Grinning with delight as the corrupted senshi introduced himself, Nis couldn't help the tiny, excited squeal that slipped as as she recognized his name. Or at least some of the folklore behind it. Sometimes, being into antiques and learning things really was a good thing!
"Fafnir? Like the dragon? Are you a senshi of dragons?"
As he waved at himself, she took a moment to really look at him and marveled silently at the outfit his own personal drunken elf had come up with. It was beautiful in it's own way even if those dark pits in his forehead and chest gave her the willies. And she did not like the idea of anyone's power coming from whoever Metallia was. Still, keeping her best smile on her face, Nis took up an edge of her gown and performed a graceful curtsy.
"Got it in one! Page of Cosmos, at your service. Most of the senshi I've met on my side have been very sweet. Though other than allegiances and umm," she paused, eyes moving to those awful holes before slipping away. "Well. I'm not sure there's a lot of difference."
Then, in a much quieter voice, as if afraid of giving offense or causing some other untold harm, Nis murmured, "Do they hurt? The umm... holes, I mean."
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2019 12:32 pm
A hand lifted to his chest and he ran his middle finger along the edges of a crack in absent thought.
"Yeah, like the dragon I think. Because of the scales and the horns. My sphere isn't dragons though, its... Blight." He shrugged, giving her a rueful smile. "It fits with the story, I suppose. Fafnir breathed poison."
Of course he'd looked up the name on the internet, who wouldn't have? The story had been prominent, telling about the greedy dragon and the poison that poured from his cave in rolling clouds into the countryside below to keep people away from his treasure. He'd been cursed, and then later killed by a hero. The irony that he was named for the monster of the story was not lost on him.
His lips curled in a smile finally and he dropped his hand, his head tilted a little to the side.
"They don't hurt. I can't really feel them, actually. Do you want to feel it? I suspect they're more of a magical illusion than anything." Even if I can dip my fingers into them...
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2019 5:22 am
For a split second, confusion ran rampant on Ni's face. Blight? What did blight have to do with drago....Oooooh. Oh. In her excitement, she'd forgotten about that part of the story. Idly, she wondered if that old story had anything to do with whomever Fafnir had been... before. Now that was something that might be worth investigating someday. Those old tales existed for a reason after all. And she doubted that all of them came from a desire to keep from going crazy during long winters.
She was jolted from her musing by his offer to touch the holes that graced forehead and chest. She could barely look at them without shivering, why on earth would she want to touch them? But Fafnir's matter-of-factness gave her pause. If they were simply illusions, then why was she so freaked out?
Of course, for all she knew, this could be a trick and she'd shortly have all-new nightmare fodder. Still... she was curious.
"Are... are you sure it would be all right?" she asked. "It seems terribly intrusive and I shouldn't take my nosiness out on you."
Even saying this, she couldn't quite stop her hand from tentatively reaching out. Not for his chest. That was simply far too invasive for her taste. But his forehead didn't seem quite as awful.
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2019 9:50 am
Fafnir smiled, slow and smooth, bending his head forward when he saw her reaching for him.
She was as curious as a child, it seemed. Maybe not quite as trusting, but enough. He had no intention of taking advantage of it, of course, but it pleased him to know that he could. It seemed like something Labyrinthite would be pleased to know, that he was able to get so close to the 'enemy'.
His hair slid down the side of his face and he lowered his eyelashes, dropping his eyes as well as he waited patently.
"Its not intrusive if I offered." He said with amusement. His arms he kept at his sides, hands loose and open. "And I hardly find touching my forehead an intimate affair."
Considering the places people had touched him getting him in and out of runway clothes, a forehead touch was as benign and chaste as if it came from his mother.
"Well. I know where my name comes from... does yours have any special meaning? I've never gotten a chance to ask anyone that." Most people thus far had been more interested in trying to hurt him, and he in trying to avoid that, for something like discussing names.
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2019 10:08 am
"You're very polite," she murmured as he bent slightly. "Let's not do anything that makes either of us regret this little chat."
Taking in a deep breath through her nose, Nis closed her eyes briefly to calm her heart. Then, she stretched out her hand and brushed her fingertips against his forehead. Smooth. There was nary a trace of a horrible hole. Laughing a little shakily, she withdrew her hand and tried to figure out how she felt.
"Well, that's a hell of an illusion," she settled on saying. Now that she'd satiated her curiosity, she wasn't entirely sure what to do with her hands. So she folded her arms across her chest and considered his question.
"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't googled the hell out of my name. The closest results I got were that it's an old A.F. pronunciation of Ness. Y'know, the Loch, Nessie and all that great stuff? But since I'm a cosmos knight, I'm not sure if that's what it means of not. I mean, my place is literally this lovely little lake out in space. So I just don't know."
She felt a little twinge talking about her wonder with someone who was, well, technically an enemy. As interesting as it was, she couldn't help but worry that she was giving information that could hurt her if he ever shared it.
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2019 6:30 pm
Fafnir chuckled low in his throat, his lips quirking, but he held patiently still as she touched him. He had expected her fingers to dip inwards, or part of him had, because it surprised him when they glided across his skin and that was it. He had said they were illusion, but it was hard to believe it when your own fingers could find the edges of the cracks and sink between them...
It was at least worth noting that apparently no one else's could.
"Loch Ness. How interesting..." He said as he straightened up. And it was interesting. A place, rather than a figure. Was that how things went, or were they outliers? It was something to ponder, maybe talk to someone on his side about. Doubtless the Negaverse had already solved this mystery, which at the very least made his 'job' easier. It was good to know things. Even something as trivial as the meaning of a name.
"Your place?" The way she had referred to it caught his attention. That's right... didn't everyone say the senshi were invaders from space? Did that apply to knights too? Another thing to investigate, and he made a mental note to do so later. "I didn't know there were lakes in space... or that someone could travel there. That sounds... amazing."
That part at least was honest. To leave the planet, and travel somewhere else? Suri had been the one who dreamed of space travel since childhood, but he was not immune to the wonder of it, the thrill of excitement.
"I... kind of wish I could see something like that. The Negaverse doesn't travel like that... not that I know of, anyway."
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2019 6:39 am
Nodding gently, she repeated the phase before laughing ruefully. "My place. Though I don't think lakes are terribly common out there. I think it's a little different for each knight."
That was safe enough to say, wasn't it? And he seemed so interested that she wished she could trust him. But... he was a senshi. He would have a planet of his own out there. Maybe she could try planting some gentle seeds.
"As I understand it, all senshi have places up there," she murmured. "Even if you can't get to it now, it's there waiting for you."
And, that was enough. If she tried to drive the point home, she'd risk his mind becoming completely closed off. And as difficult as it was to imagine what a blight planet might be like, she thought that Fafnir still deserved a chance to see it.
Just without any Negaverse entanglements.
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2019 5:43 pm
His dark head tilted, Fafnir considered the idea that he had a place of his own somewhere out in the galaxy. It felt a little like the concept of some previously-unknown great-relative passing away to leave you a castle in Norway. Something that really only happened in movies.
If he had a planet, he could no more reach it than he could the moon, and it was closer.
"Perhaps." Fafnir said with that smile again. "You know better than I do, certainly. I would like to see it, if it were possible, but I'll have to settle for wishful thinking. I have enjoyed talking with you though... and I think I should thank you for not trying to beat me up on first sight. You've given me things to think about... and I'd like to talk to you more sometime. If you feel up to it, of course."
He ducked his head in something of an abbreviated bow. Fafnir still hadn't collected his quota tonight, and it was perhaps a good idea to end things on a high note, if he really wanted to try to get in touch with this woman again. Next time, perhaps, they could talk for longer. She seemed hesitant, but he felt confident he could get her to open up a bit, with time.
"I should be headed back... I have a General to answer to still tonight."
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2019 8:15 pm
Smiling slowly, Nis realized that other than the creepy aura and those holes, she'd greatly enjoyed speaking with Fafnir. He's been gentle and polite and had seemed truly interested in just talking.
"Well, I could say the same about you choosing to not attack first either," she said. "But it was lovely talking with you and I wouldn't mind repeating the experience."
Whatever things she'd given him to think about, she hoped they were good. And maybe enough to make him consider leaving the negaverse. It wasn't terribly likely, but maybe his desire to see his homeworld would be a catalyst.
Giving herself a little shake, she smiled again and returned the bow.
"Scoot. I don't want to end up the reason you get in trouble with your commanding officer. Hell, I should probably head home myself if I want to be fresh for work tomorrow."
Stretching a little, she moved past Fafnir.
"I meant it, by the way. I really did enjoy meeting you. Safe night," she whispered before heading off into the darkness.
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