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 Posted: Thu May 20, 2021 9:16 am
Just get it over with. Just get it. Over with.
Nobleite raked his fingers through pale pink hair, spiking it up at the ends so that he had the appearance of a mangled cockatoo. It wasn't his style, but then, this wasn't his scene. It was just necessary so that he could go back to his regularly scheduled life as soon as possible. The faster he gathered his quota, the faster he left. Just get it over with.
Tonight's locale was a building in the warehouse distract, where a small hoard of people he suspected were about a decade younger than him had gathered in neon outfits beneath the blare of speakers and radiantly-colored lights. Everything was loud and flashy and probably all manner of drug operations, but he wasn't going to think about it. It wasn't like he was hanging around for any less of a shady reason. But given the exuberance of the festivities, he didn't think anyone would notice if he took a little energy off the top.
The most important thing, as far as he was concerned, was making sure he didn't look like that was what he was doing, to anyone who might be familiar.
The first things to go were his cap and coat, discarded behind the building before he even entered. They screamed 'Negaverse,' and he was sure they would reappear the next time he powered up. That left him only in his more casual-looking grey skinny jeans, and a tight black top that hung to his knees. But since it was obscuring most of his more desirable assets, he tied the end of it to the side, up into a knot at his hip. He figured that fit in better, anyway.
He picked some lime-and-purple glow bands off a particularly charitable party-goer and stepped inside to the blare of heavy electro rave music.
Thirty minutes tops, he convinced himself. Just get it over with.
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2021 10:34 pm
Devilline rocked back and forth on his feet. He watched the crowd around him with interest. These kinds of places were always an easy way to blast through his energy quota. No one really questioned a brush of shoulders or someone sliding past. Not when the music blared. Everyone else was either too focused on the music or off in their own little worlds with whoever they were dancing with. It was fortunate that his uniform wasn't too out of the ordinary. It garnered little curiosity from those around him. Though, a number of bright glow bands made his black armbands stand out. Speaking of standing out... There was a new face among the crowd of people, and with that new face came the familiar feel of Negaverse. He wormed his way through the crowd, occasionally pulling some energy here or there from the passersby. Depositing the orbs into a pocket, he hooked his arms behind his back. "Hello." He said, eyeing the other. Indigo_Plateau ; x; Im sorry I took so long.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2021 7:27 am
At least it was easy. There was effectively no resistence to draining among the crowd. Nobleite dipped between the rave-goers, letting his fingers skim lightly against shoulders and backs, collecting small wisps of energy. He might've worried someone would see and notice those, but the movement was constant, and the lights were distracting. No one paid his small touching and gentle filching any mind.
He felt the aura before he had any hope of identifying who it belonged to. There was another here. Another like him, probably doing the same as Nobleite did. ...Though potentially worse, he thought morbidly. There was always the chance someone in the Negaverse was doing much worse things than he was.
It drew nearer and nearer. His gaze roved the crowd, trying to pick who was approaching.
Then the boy was in front of him, decked mostly in black with an assortment of glowbands adorning him. Nobleite had, unsurprisingly, never seen him before, but he felt confident this was the source of the aura. He was a young thing, though it did frequently seem like the Negaverse picked them young, and only a lieutenant at that. Maybe, maybe not someone he should be too wary of, though Nobleite was ever on guard for their spies.
"Hello," he greeted in return, plastering a smile on his face. And because he didn't know what else to say, he settled for a lame, "How's work?"
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