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 Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2019 7:19 pm
Cygnus decided to stray further from his normal patrol routes (near home and the park: areas he had walked to with his parents a lot of times) to try and broaden his ability to find answers. As it stood, he was useless, and maybe that was because he was just too limited in what he could do.
Being treated like a little kid was hindering him, and to avoid it, he had to start acting like an adult.
The only real example he had, at least while powered, had been his brother... but they never really did a lot of patrolling together. And thoughts of his brother just made him angry, since he was missing and presumed dead. Cygnus dared not think what else could have happened to him, though he knew there were a lot more dangers out there for powered folks.
It made Cygnus sick to even vaguely consider, so he just tried to ignore it. Instead, he distracted himself by wandering down an old, industrial part of town that he had never been in before. There were building projects and things here, but not a lot of foot traffic. Not the best place to go to protect people, unless there were homeless people sleeping in the half built shops.
Maybe Cygnus wasn't really trying to protect anyone, anyway.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2019 4:10 pm
This part of town was not the nice part, and it wasn't a part Fafnir liked to be in. The problem with the parts he wanted to be in, though, was that they had a lot more security that made his life difficult.
Being here meant less people, which meant less security, but also.... less people. Less targets to chose from and a harder time meeting the quota he needed to meet.
The corrupt rose from the form curled up on the dirty cardboard, a rough blanket tucked around it. The energy he'd managed to get from the man was small... but he'd been a little worried about taking too much with the state the guy was in. Would it kill him? Would it leave him unable to handle the cold of late winter and that kill him? He'd never really asked how far you could take it with someone... an oversight he needed to correct.
The ball of energy glowed in his fingers and he blew out a breath, clearing the smell of garbage and unwashed body out of his nose.
Nothing about this was pretty, but he never really got over his dislike of it.
With his task done, he had the attention span freed up to open himself again, feeling outwardly for the signatures he should have been paying attention to the whole time... but often for got about. What he felt made him tense, almost losing hold of the energy orb he held. Someone on order side was closer than he should have let them get and there was no where he could hide.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 7:51 pm
"Oh, gross, did you touch that guy?!"
Cygnus was still very young, and tact was not on his side. He thought the idea of touching a homeless person was disgusting, and he was horrified that the Negaverse would stoop so low. Not because they were stealing energy from the unfortunate and destitute, but they would be that close to something so smelly and gross looking.
Entitled, oblivious, and spoiled in his own way, Cygnus had no real idea how the world worked. He just knew what he saw, and, at this point in time, what he smelled.
"Wait... what...?"
He realized this very long haired dude was not a negaverse soldier, and his aura was weirder... scarier? It was not something he had felt before, or if he had it was not something he thought about too closely. Now that he knew the difference between auras, though, he was surprised to find a new one thrown into the mix.
It was still definitely chaos, and it was clearly holding energy balls. Did that particularly matter to Cygnus, who was not the most heroic of super heroes at the moment? Maybe not, but curiosity got the better of the scarecrow-clad chibi senshi.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 6:19 am
Gross... Fafnir started and turned, shocked to find a young boy looking at him with disgust. Pale haired, dressed in bright yellow and patches, and way too young to be here, in this dark, unseedy spot, watching him do things he wasn't proud of.
"Where did you...? Where are your parents?" The corrupt managed to stumble out, casting a look behind the boy for taller, older figures. The power signature was there, so sickly sweet it made him want to choke, and his stomach churned when he realized it came from this boy. The implications of it... was this... kid a senshi?
Out here alone?
The older brother in him was horrified.
"What the ******** are you?" He said without thinking. "You are way too young to be powered."
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2019 2:32 pm
"What do you mean what am I? What are YOU? You're some sort of evil senshi, right? I'm a chibi senshi, but I'm not that young! I'm old enough to kick your butt if I need to, so don't get any funny ideas!"
He had his arms firmly folded over his chest, as if they were sealed there and unlikely to move any time soon. His scowl, likewise, was set so deeply it seemed impossible that he even knew how to smile.
"I'm looking for my brother, but I don't mind making sure you don't go around touching any more drunk people. That's weird anyway."
Yup, this evil senshi was definitely a weirdo. Whatever he really was, anyway. Cygnus vaguely knew of the ideas behind corruption, but as far as he knew this guy was just a different kind of senshi and not one that was corrupted. Like how Dark Mirror and Chibi senshi like himself existed. He had not encountered much corruption in his young existence.
Though, he was quickly becoming more and more aware of it and, though he had no idea, he was closer to the concept than he really understood. It was something he denied, something he could not bring himself to truly consider. That his missing brother was not gone, not entirely. Just different.
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2019 9:00 am
I'm looking for my brother.
The words hit him like a punch in the gut and he couldn't breathe for a moment, his lungs frozen. It made his head spin and it dropped beneath the weight of it, hiding his face.
It hit too close to home, making him ache like a wound that never really healed. Rowan...
Anger flared up and Fafnir's face was cold when he raised it, eyes icy and mouth set.
"You shouldn't be out here. You aren't going to find your brother, you're just going to get yourself killed." He spat, lips curling up in a snarl. Where was his family? Who was supposed to be watching him? Who let him out here, where there were people who would kill him without a second thought, child or no? He knew people who would do that. He knew monsters who wouldn't even think about it, only about their hunger.
"I'm not evil, but I'm not afraid to take a little runt like you and teach you why you shouldn't be out here alone. I suggest you run home, now, before I decide to do it." Fafnir grated through his teeth. The strength of his reaction surprised him, in a deep part of his mind. He'd never been one to use force to get what he wanted, but... this was too much. Maybe if he made the senshi afraid, showed him the danger, he might decide to give up the fight. He had to drive the point home, hard. This wasn't safe for a child, even if most of those who fought were barely old enough to be called adults.
Jerking himself upwards, he spread his shoulders and made himself as tall as he could, his eyes dark with threat.
"Go on, little boy."
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 3:33 pm
"What do you care if I do or don't get killed? You're the ones taking people from their families in the first place! You can pretend to feel bad for me all you want, but that doesn't change what you are and what you do! I'm not a little kid, like you all think I am: I know what happens because of you a** holes!"
His anger flared immediately as the other tried to talk him out of patrolling. That seemed to be the usual answer to anyone who saw him, but he supposed it was natural for them in some way. He was a kid, but they were evil: they did way worse things than fight someone like him on a daily basis.
How could they draw lines in the sand so easily? What made fighting someone like him, who wanted to fight them but was just on the young side, worse than hurting and killing innocent people who did not even have any chance to defend themselves.
At least he had powers.
"Of COURSE you're evil, I can tell! You must really think I'm stupid if you think I'm going to buy a line like that! I'm Sailor Cygnus, Senshi of Fear! I'll show you what you should be scared of!" He dropped the 'chibi' part on purpose, because it was just embarrassing for him to say. When the other stood tall and looked as imposing as possible, Cygnus just shut his eyes and ran forward, kicking Fafnir as hard as he could in the shin.
It was a simple tactic, but so far it had done him well.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2019 10:01 am
He should have expected something when the boy flew into rage at him. The anger had been expected, getting kicked by him should have been too, but Fafnir was still surprised when the kid rushed up and swung hard at him.
And it hurt too. The taller man jerked back, resisting the urge to grab at his leg like someone in a cartoon.
"Brat!" He growled, temper flaring himself. He didn't even care that he was getting 'evil' thrown into his face again, he'd half thought it himself more than once. It was the stubborn resistance to the realization that this kid could be seriously hurt, and what that would do to his family and the people that loved him?
"Run home to your Mommy." He spat. "Fafnir's Breath..."
A deep inhale, and then a stream of smoke poured from his mouth, rolling in sickly, heavy clouds forward and away. It clung and stank, greasy even with no substance to call such.
"If you won't go, then I'll make you." Fafnir growled, smoke curling between his teeth.Quote: Sailor Scout Attack: Fafnir's Breath Fafnir blows out a cloud of sickly purple gas that saps the energy and health of those who stumble into it. It travels fairly quickly and can cover a ten foot cone of area before it fades out in a matter of seconds. Those afflicted will see a discoloration of exposed skin and eyes, and feel sickened and weaker than before. The effect eventually fades, lasting no more than 30 seconds. Breathing does not affect the attack, as its magical in nature and he can use it twice per battle.
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 12:19 pm
Cygnus took a step back, lifting his arms defensively in suprise as the weird looking guy, who had just promoted himself to straight up nightmare monster, started spewing smoke like some sort of steam engine. He was used to gas type attacks, his own being one, but this one did not seem to be stopped even though Cygnus was holding his breath as hard as he could. He wobbled, feeling sick for a moment, but still determined to defend himself in a fight that he definitely started, and had no right to be so angry about. Technically, the corrupt was just protecting himself, since a rabid child just kicked him in the shin. Really, who wouldn't throw sickening smoke at that, if they had the power to? "You like smoke?! Well I've got some you'll like, then!" He tried to focus on calling his attack, but he had never been inhibited while trying to use it before. He found it too difficult to focus on anything other than how gross he felt, and when he looked down at his hands to try and force himself to summon his powers he was immediately distracted by how strange they looked. "Urgh, what was that stuff? I knew you were gross as soon as I saw you but this is too far!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2019 10:20 am
Fafnir's mouth hitched in an almost-smile, though it held as much self-loathing as it did amusement. The kid was obstinate, even smacked with magic. Too stubborn to back down, and Fafnir questioned how far he was willing to go to drive his point home.
"Magic." He said with a harsh laugh. "Haven't you had someone use magic on you before? All senshi have it, and there are quite a few of us... I'm sure you'll run into them all if you keep going out by yourself like this. It'll be lots of fun... some of them are far stronger than I am... and their magic even stronger."
"Did I forget to mention that my sphere is Blight?" He said with a mockingly light tone, running his gloved fingers through his long hair. "If you don't know, that means sickness... Like a disease that causes rot. Do you want to feel it again? I wonder if enough of it could make bits of you rot away and fall off..."
He tapped his lips as though thinking it over. He seriously doubted it was possible, since in practice the effect had faded fairly quickly, but he didn't need to mention that. The boy could read whatever he wanted out of it, nothing he said was technically untrue.
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2019 4:24 pm
Whimsical Blue Sailor Scout Attack: Feel My Fear Cygnus creates a cloud of smoke that evaporates in the air. The area around him becomes infected with this gas, which makes a person's body react like it is experiencing a strong dose of fear. The effect radius is immediately around Cygnus, branching out to about five feet in any direction, and lingers in the air for ten seconds before it vanishes. If breathed in, the effects of the gas last for up to twenty seconds. "I know what that means!" Cygnus yelled unhappily, tears stinging his eyes, though he actually had not really known the definition. He knew it was bad, something he did not want, but other than that he would probably not have looked that much into it. He had never been good at school, never focusing enough for it, and English was definitely not one of his favorites. Only slight regrets now. "Well, I already told you my sphere is fear, so how about you have a taste of it?!" He was shaking, eyes tightly shut so he did not have to look at the weird way his skin was turning colors, or think about what might be happening to him, he held up his hands and yelled. "FEEL MY FEAR!" He was a gas user in his own right, though his was designed to instill fear into a target. He wasn't sure if his actual fear levels impacted how strong it was, like the name of it suggested, but he certainly hoped so right now. He was still refusing to look at himself, though he could feel that the spell the other used was short, like his own. The last thing he wanted to see was his skin rotting off, like the weird gross guy said it might. "I hate you guys! All of you Chaos jerks! I'm going to wipe all of you off the planet!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2019 6:27 pm
Fafnir threw an arm up as the child yelled something that sounded like senshi magic and his own gas formed a cloud around him. It didn't burn or sicken like his did, but the breath of it he got before he could help himself...
The corrupt could feel his heart start to pound, in his chest and in his ears, his pulse jumping wildly. Adrenaline surged through him, making his body shake with unspent energy, the need to fight or flee... He ached with it, and the hand up to protect his face trembled hard.
It felt like a panic attack... feeding into his own anxieties and anger, his fear of what he knew must have happened to his brother, but never had confirmed. It shook Fafnir deeply, and suddenly it didn't seem quite so important to scare the child enough to make him run away. He'd already scared him, used magic on him... he'd made his point.
"Keep an eye on those shadows out of the corner of your eye, kid... I might be in them one day." He hissed, backing away. A few steps and he turned and ran, letting the fear that bit at him chase him down the street and away from the child. Away from things he didn't want to face any more.
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2019 6:22 pm
Cygnus did not feel any better about any of this when he heard the Corrupt senshi making his exit. He was only just coming out of the confusing daze the nasty fog had put him in, and he was struggling to clear his head enough to get to his feet again. When had his knees given out? Or had he always been down here?
He heard the threat, though, tears stinging his eyes.
"GOOD," he called, once he was very sure the other was actually not close enough to hear him. "I hope you are! Then I can drag you out and squash you when I'm stronger! When I'm REALLY strong!"
As if that would ever happen. Shaking, from fear and exertion, he got to his feet, tears dripping off his face and falling on his brightly yellow outfit. He snuffled, then turned to walk the lonely road back to his home, no closer to bringing his brother back with him, which would be quiet and filled with something even worse than fear.
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