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 Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2021 7:44 pm
Quote: A new shop has opened up, just in time for the Star Festival! It doesn’t have anything on the menu except for Starlight Cookies and Moonlight Milk, but they are the talk of the town! Everyone who’s anyone has tried them, and without a doubt, they’re the most delicious things that they’ve ever tasted! Though...the reviews don’t mention that after you've had any, your eyes begin to glow strangely and sparkle like little galaxies are swirling within them. It’s beautiful, if a little strange! The effect fades after an hour, and your vision isn’t impacted...though, if you go to try the cookies again, the shop seems to have disappeared…
He paused in his walk to finish off the last of the cookies he'd picked up, pushing his visor up onto his head and taking a breath. Everything seemed a little brighter with it off, though Mycenae was willing to put that down to the whole "sunglasses-at-night" deal that his visor created.
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2021 8:40 pm
Sometimes Pythia Adler wondered why she had decided to get a degree in Political Science. Honestly, sometimes the course work was just exhausting, and the diverse range of potential applications for said degree still made her head spin. She would be turning 25 this year, and her need to enter the work force loomed ever closer; there were bills to pay, and she had a very hungry mouth to feed, and her parents wouldn’t be willing to pay her bills forever. She had spent all this time thinking her career was going to be in public or international relations, but earlier this week someone had suggested she could go for a JD, and that had sent her into a tizzy. There wasn’t the money for her to get into politics, so her childhood dream of being President would likely go unrealized, but there was still power to be had in the legal system. The Castor Knight had her shield slung over one arm as she stared ahead, only vaguely reaching out with her senses. She knew better than to just wander along by now, and yet she did it anyways. Her left hand held a candy bar, which she tapped lazily on her thigh as she walked, her lips pursed, nose scrunched. Her heels clacked heavily against the cement, nothing delicate in the way she moved, and while she could sense the presence of another member of Order, she thought nothing of the way the aura was drawing nearer and nearer to her as she unwrapped the candy bar, lifted her hand, and - Turned the corner. Someone was there. Someone who wasn’t supposed to be there, and Imbrium had not been paying any attention. Therefore, her raised hand punched her in the chin. Chocolate candy smashed into her mouth, smearing along wide lips, crashing uncomfortably into her teeth. Her abused face smashed into a chest. Ergo, raised fist, face, and chocolate also smashed into a chest. It was quite uncomfortable for the redhead, who promptly froze in confusion, backing up as chunks of caramel and peanut fell from her hand, red mark already growing on her face. Why wasn’t this… tall person… watching where they were going? Teal eyes squinted upwards at the other knight, the sad, chocolate-covered hand going to one hip. “Excuse you,” she said rudely, “Why were you just standing in the middle of the-” her hand waved, annoyance coloring her tone as she tried to wipe sticky smears of sweets off of her slowly reddening face. “The alley. You’re not supposed to just lurk around like some kind of creepy- Negaverser.” Her face was turning blotchy red and pink under her hair, embarrassment causing her skin to grow patchy; the rosy pink sign of her outrage (and rising blood pressure) did not go well with the fiery color of her hair and her pale skin. Eyes drifted back down to the crushed candy in her hand. She’d spent her last $2 cash at that gas station buying this stupid candy bar, and collecting that STUPID Emerald Star Charm to maybe look nice with her Squire uniform, and now her uniform had eaten more of the candy bar than her mouth. Plus one of her teeth might be loose now.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2021 9:03 pm
Mycenae probably should have been paying more attention to his surroundings than to his snack. In his defense, he hadn't felt any Chaos auras nearby, so he was fairly certain there were no Negaversers lurking, waiting to strike on an unwary Page.
Unfortunately, apparently, he had to worry equally as much about people on his own side.
He knew there was another aura, but it was a Squire, and it should have been fine--until it wasn't fine and she was crashing into him. Mycenae gasped, and his immediate reaction was to reach forward and try to steady her, and he was very glad that he had little of his own food left.
His instinct, though, was thwarted by her attitude, and Mycenae frowned, fixing her with a very cold stare.
"I was taking a break from patrolling, and I don't think I'm exactly small, dark uniform or not," he said, "so I'm not quite sure how you managed to walk into me without a second thought."
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2021 3:15 pm
Imbrium was horrified by the absolute lack of pity for the fact that she had just lost her snickers. No. Instead, this- "Oversized lummox!" Pythia snapped at him, eyes watering with emotion for her fallen comrade, "You were the one lurking in an alleyway." Her lips were white, not that he could probably see it in the dark, tightly pressed together to help keep herself from breaking into loud wails. "You know most the time people lurk where they can be seen. People in alleys are here for nefarious purposes." her finger rose, stabbing in his general direction, though she did not move closer. They were quite close enough already. If he got poked, that was his problem and he should have moved. Her chin tilted, outrage and sorrow watering her eyes. "That was my last $2. This superpower gig pays s**t money, as you probably know, the Code doesn't understand the concept of a 'wage'." Yes. Her voice was shaking with emotion. "And you just standing around, slacking off like a- like a creeper. Taking a break." Give me a break, give me a break, break me off a piece of that Kit Kat Bar, a commercial blared happily from a business nearby, and her lips thinned still more. If he worked for the Negaverse, she would be beating him with her shield right now. As it was, she was at a loss for what to do. It was hot. She was hungry. More than, she was emotional, and any minute now the tears were going to fall. She could feel it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2021 3:26 pm
Oversized lummox. Mycenae had to admit to himself, that was a new one. He'd been called all sorts of things before, but lummox was novel, and he was almost impressed for that reason alone.
Overall, though, he was mostly just irritated, and he fixed Imbrium with a flat stare--unaware that the cookies and milk he had consumed had done some very interesting things to his eyes. Certainly, things seemed a bit brighter, but that was probably just the frustration. Or exasperation, really, because Imbrium reminded him of nothing so much as his little sister, when she was younger, and how she'd fussed and screamed to be given something she wanted, before she'd learned that when Mama said no, it wasn't because she didn't love them, it was because Mama worked very hard but still couldn't always buy nice, expensive things.
It wasn't that he was utterly pitiless or unfeeling--Mycenae knew the pain of only having a little money, of not having much in the way of luxuries, all too well. He just had exactly no patience for theatrics, and theatrics was all she was presenting to him.
"You know, I used to have a little sister who sounded something like this when she lost a candy bar," he said, absolutely deadpan. "Of course, at the time, she was six, so that feels like a disastrously unflattering comparison for a grown woman."
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2021 5:27 pm
Her overgrown companion looked unimpressed with how well she was keeping control of her emotions, and the Castor knight felt her righteous frustration swell. She rose onto her tiptoes to make herself as large as she could, squinting up into his face and then drawing back, vaguely horrified. "You had a sister?" She had been about to say something about his eyes, but there was further temptation to be had, here. Had his sister run away? Could Imbrium tease him as petty vengeance for the chocolate smeared on her cheek, her hand, and his uniform? Or had his sister died, and therefore this weird little interlude needed to focus on his eyes, stat? Imbrium, of course, squinted at him still further at his reference to a grown woman. "I'm also an annoyed woman, a tired woman, and a very hungry woman, all of which are more important and more dangerous than being grown." She was still standing on her tip-toes, and her ankles began to waver, but she pushed through it, eventually holding up her shield so he could see himself in it. "You might need to stop doing drugs in dark alleys. It's getting a little obvious something's wrong."
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2021 7:54 pm
Mycenae crossed his arms, expression never shifting from the same flat look.
"Yes. Had." He didn't intend to give her any further explanation unless she pushed. Baring his soul about Aderyn was not exactly on his to-do list. This woman and her little bitchy tantrum about a damn Snickers bar was not worth any sort of vulnerability, at all.
He was, however, briefly distracted by her shield, and more specifically by his reflection in it--the glow and sparkle in his eyes, as if there were galaxies behind them.
"I haven't done any drugs," he said, "and I don't know of any that make your eyes glow. I must have come in contact with something." Some sort of magical substance that had affected his eyes. He shrugged his shoulders, pulling his visor down over them. No need to attract unwanted attention. "Hardly the point, anyway. If you're quite done, I have work to do."
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2021 5:26 pm
Imbrium gave him her own flat look in return. Neither of them were particularly Impressed. "Yes," she said dryly, "'Came in contact' with 'something.' You should be more careful about that, not everyone you might come in contact with is as generous about the loss of the only food they'll have to eat tonight as I have been." She'd blame it on those pretty eyes. They were all swirly and weird and clearly not natural. "And as for drugs, we're part of a magical army that used to live on other planets, fighting against weird magical demon-beasts. Do you seriously think somewhere out there they didn't have like... glitter weed?" "Well," the knight said after a solid half of a breath between sentences, "If you're not going to tell me your sad little life story, then you can turn around. I have to power down now so I can go back to that overpriced little hole in the wall and hope that my credit card isn't declined. If it is, I guess I'm shoplifting." Or starving. But if he was on this whole Order side, maybe he would be a do-gooder and cough up the change for a new candy bar.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2021 5:46 pm
Mycenae had to pause and consider for a moment. It was true that they were all embroiled in a magical battle from beyond the stars, and it wasn't exactly impossible that there was some drug out in space that could do what he'd seen in her shield.
Not that he wanted to give this woman the satisfaction of admitting it out loud.
So instead he just gave her a broadly bland look, and shrugged his shoulders, turning around.
"You know, if you're going to shoplift, you might as well do it in this form. No one could catch you," he pointed out dryly. It seemed perfectly reasonable to him, all things considered, since as far as he could tell, no one could connect their magical identities to their ordinary ones.
"Good luck with your candy bar," he said, and he walked towards the entrance of the alley. He did in fact have a patrol to finish and work to get back to, after all. She could deal with her own problems.
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