Albite promised him a hunt, so hunt they would. Even if he was still miffed that Albite thought he was joking about heartburn. He walked ahead by some paces, miffed, as he kept vigil.
Night fell some time ago, and summer cooled as heat evaporated from the pavement. The city was coated in darks — indigoes, navies, and sullen greys — where his firelight hadn't yet reflected. The wind picked up, spreading long tongues of flame from Faustite's core to the eastern edge of the building on which they stood.
"Keep up," Faustite tossed back. Then he readied himself, and sprung into a corkscrew over the gap between their building and the storied parking garage before them. He made it beyond the railing without clipping any part of that gap, and landed with a short slide over the unswept surface. Then he paused, his every muscle turning tight with tension. It was here that he felt it — the saccharine bloom of a Super Senshi, all beckon and call for the youma in him.
With a sizzled huff, he started for it; one of their ilk should not be hard to find at such a late hour.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 5:42 pm
The speed of piss n griddle seared steps trailing ever ahead, Faustite might as well have been bacon grease on a flattop for the way he moved like he wanted to get away -- Albite sighed for it. Hefty warm thing against the cooling air. He knew, somewhere deep down, that he'd done...no...said...something?
Any fatigue for that, for Faustites tone, it waned as shifted his a** into second gear so he could follow, and even better? So he could watch. All the ways his problems could be solved by being ever so enamored with Faustites strange ability to be graceful. Eccentricities and movement habits, the patterns he made on each ascent into the sky.
"But I love to watch you go Firebrand! There's a whole damn show happening back here...you should really see ********, we'll buy ceiling mirrors so you can." if he lacked insight into his upset, he figured he could fix it with fever pitched lewdness leveled his boys way...if not? There was always something beautiful about a gasoline fire. The way Faustites face burned when he was complimented, each new twist of recoil, of curiosity, of sizzle over a raised brow. Those thoughts hit walls, tripped, catching Faustites sudden stillness, keying in, and then Albite was moving again - but this time? With a purpose. to flank his favorite bonfire - especially once he caught wind ********, I need to use my earrings more often." hisst he'd bring it up in an actual, honest to gods, meeting. Number of times it could've been handy to know which form Faustite wanted him in - A Senshi - or something a bit more gifted by Radons grace than his planets own?
The very thought of such a confrontation made Ilse's heart race with fear and adrenaline. They could definitely sense her, she knew, but she had the advantage that aura sense wasn't precise, so maybe if she took off running, she might avoid them.
God, sometimes she thought that she should quit patrolling. Nothing good ever happened when she went out looking for people to help, it felt like; she'd not yet saved a single person on her own, just by being called in by other people, and all that she ever seemed to get into was trouble.
Maybe she should start only powering up with someone else, or to go to her world. Surely that would save her a lot of suffering.
She tucked herself away, in the dark corner of a building, and prayed that the two searchers passed her by. Please, let them miss her, or decide that a Super Senshi wasn't worth bothering with.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2022 6:43 am
"Your earrings?" Faustite prompted as he scanned their surroundings. Auras were blanketing things — no specificity to them. No telling where their enemy loitered, beyond saying that they were here, in or near this building. He wondered if Albite's earrings were something magical, something useful for this tedious task of weeding through a parking garage.
Faustite beckoned the air, and around him erupted a fit of portals with youma flowing into the humid night air. "Split up," he bade them. "Find the Super Senshi." Casting his arm outward, he sent four of them skittering away.
That left the cloud of fireflies that buzzed restlessly at his side. He spared a resigned glance to the final creature. "Headache, become a person.
"Albite," and he half-turned, then motioned with the tip of a hand for Headache to join the Eternal Senshi. "Take Headache with you. Play it for a hostage. Be loud — see who comes." If anyone. Coward may hide yet, and with so much concrete, they hadn't the luxury of burning the place down.
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“Can you believe I've been meaning to mention these since before the Scar?” exasperation with himself for his lack of insight, mentioning this sooner. The last person he’d used them with — Him and Livi at the mall — back when he was still baby stepping his way through energy gathering as a Super, he couldn’t even remember when exactly — the wispzilla— Oh, oh no, that was right! He’d found them in the ruins of that forest the same night he’d reunited with his sweet orbies (that’d teenaged into a belovedly sassy b*****d burd), but that hardly mattered when….
Hunting, and the youma were out, splendorous things. Albite would always be envious of that particular trick - the way they came to heed without batting one of several eyes or twitching a limb in disapproval. All bent under to whim with hardly an ask.
Faustite's command got a quick tilt of acknowledgment, any thoughts tossing some ebony pearled adornment from subspace and in his boys direction; it's of hastily pinning its matching twin after. Forgone for the sake of action. They’d work on it some other time. Having the knowledge out there, albite figured it'd lead to future practice sessions or possibly to him dredging through his piles of magical trinkets n bobs with his boy in order to better discern all of their properties.
Then he was nodding headache to the ground floor, street-level, and sidewalk-side - "You'd better run," - the magic was there, the words howled things for all that he'd never needed to speak them before - but he was trying to be loud, wasn't he? With his magic, with their cat n mouse game, "Cause if I catch you? I'mma tear your ******** limbs off!"
"Binding Retribution!" basic as incantations came, an easy bit of energy to waste on a box of heavy refuse, something to send shattering into destruction against the nearest parked car or sidewall. Noise for the sake of noise since Headache wasn't really his target - just some youma shaped into a man as bait.
Albite loved it!
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2022 11:48 pm
Ilse knew that she should keep running. There were youma, now, she could hear them, and the fear grew in her chest. But...it sounded like there was a person in danger. Like there might be an innocent civilian who wasn't just going tog et energy drained--she heard one oft he two threaten to tear limbs off.
The Negaverse was truly mad, and Ilse was lucky that she'd gotten out.
If she was smart, she would run away. Would declare this not her problem, decide that discretion was the better part of valor, live to fight another day.
But she was not smart. The very thought of running away when someone might be hurt made her chest ache. And she was a magical soldier--wasn't it her job to protect people?
So instead of running away, like she should have, she ran towards the fight, and when she came around a corner of the building and spotted the Eternal--ah, ********, she thought she might recognize him, but maybe he wouldn't know her--she let her magic fly.
"Unattainable Desire!"
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Ilse speaks the name of her attack, and blows a kiss. In an 8-foot radius around her, there is a swirl of blue petals, and enemies within the swirl are struck by a yearning for something or someone they consider unattainable. It can be a dream, an object, a person, or anything else. At this stage, targets will also feel a tickling in their chest and an urge to cough, and if they do so, they will cough up blue petals similar to the ones Ilse creates. These effects last for 35 seconds, but after they end, targets may be struck with a lingering feeling of sadness or loss at player discretion. Ilse can use this attack twice per battle.
He heard Albite's bellow over the sound of his metal heels clanging against asphalt. Leave it to Albite to be so overblown about it —
But, complementary to that was another voice, a higher voice, speaking words he thought sounded familiar. So Albite lured their target with his nonsense — good.
Faustite halted. As he turned, his form gave way to fire and he darted over, under, through cars as dripping rivulets of flame. They intwined and danced over each other, darted through wheel wells and into the cracks of windows as he made his way toward the echoing commotion that Albite had such a propensity to stir. If Faustite had thoughts beyond his thrills in this form, he would have considered his boy very dependable.
Living fire coalesced into a General atop the roof of a four-door sedan, and he looked down at the girl who tried so hard to save that civilian. "You again.
"Headache, show her what she saved."
As he spoke, the threatened individual dissolved into a wave of orange fireflies that then gathered on their officer's shoulders.
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Hellborn ;; (Enhancement) Range: Self Duration: Up to 1 minute Use Count: Up to 3x Miss Chance: Escaping his reach Effect: Faustite's fire expands and engulfs him, transforming him into a living embodiment of flame. For the duration of this magical ability, he appears fully youmafied. When he moves, he moves amorphously as a gout of fire. Faustite can pass through or over nonsolid surfaces, and cannot be hit by physical attacks. He becomes highly susceptible to magical attacks and enchantments, however. Any attacks he makes toward others will be fire property, and will provide the illusion of being burned.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2022 11:49 am
*What was this hanahaki bull-Chk!?* the way his vision swam and morphed into something <********> other. Godamned Senshi bullshit -- but his body stalled out while his mind wandered off and left him staring blankly into the distance for a bulk of time, unable to blink his way out of it, unable to catch that unattainable thing that clawed his heart out and begged he focus on just that and not a damn thing else.
Even as fire roared in his periphery -- as heat came crawling off the sides of the building -- Albite lamented his pause, the soft hiccoughs of breath that were a trick n a half to shake so he could find his senses ******** - Sucked.
More unpleasant than the lingering effects of the *attack* - then the haze he tried to pull himself outta like a stalled car. Was the feeling of petals crawling up his throat, floating off his tongue in spit soaked globs; bouts that brought him to being curled over where he stood mid hacking-cough. The magical pastel blue waifs of floral garnish wanted free of his body and no amount of willpower was going to keep them down in in his stomach where they belonged...
She looked between the two--Faustite, and one of his boys, if she had to guess, since they were out together, though she didn't know this one, she was pretty sure--and to the disappearing civilian.
"That's a vile trick," she spat. "Are you too much of a coward to chase people down for real? You have to lure them in with sick little traps?" But it had worked, hadn't it? She'd come running, against her better judgement, and now she was very possibly going to die for her terrible choices.
But there was still an option available to her: she turned on her heel and ran, as fast as she could, praying that her magic lingered long enough to make it harder for them to follow.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2022 5:23 pm
Let her run her mouth, he decided, as he spared a glance at Albite. The put-upon boy coughed up a bouquet, as if they were yet at their wedding and he wanted to show off a newly learned party trick. Terribly arresting, that magic. Albite was still privy to teleportation, however; a handful of seconds wasted by belching flowers would hardly cost him.
He remembered the feeling of it, however. The way the petals churned and roiled before erupting in fat, wet globs.
Flame eyes returned to Ilse, who missed her own terrible double standard when she called their tactics cowardice and ran just the same. Seething, the burning General gathered and discharged his fires when he sprinted after her.
Snarling, he spat as he sought to close their distance. If she dared look back, she would witness the inferno that awaited her if she fell too far behind.
"Better outrun me, Filth!"
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Meltdown ;; Range: 10' radius around user Duration: Up to 30 seconds Use Count: Up to 2x Miss Chance: Escaping range at or before the buildup stage Effect: By expending some of his core, Faustite can whip up a firestorm on a local area, prefaced by dancing cinders seconds before the burst. Inferno gusts orbit clockwise, burning anyone caught in their whorl. Friendly fire possible.
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Albite peeled slick, flowery, indigo off his tongue and flicked the remaining bits from his fingertips; breathed a count of moments down til he felt the flutter of irritants no more. Not as keenly as he felt Isles mocking — ******** — she could keep it to herself. Had no right to call them out on tricks when she’d pulled the biggest one of all —- made Lysi disappear.
Stolen his sister.
Caused Faustite a new scar. How many breaks his boy could bear from bitchless knights who seemed to only wanna hunt them down when they were alone; the ones who went after the weak and easy of the negaverses rank. He hadn’t forgiven that. Hadn’t forgotten the way, for weeks, that he’d peeked an influx of injuries, and oh, how specific a grouping it was to him.
To their team.
“Headache—- can you go be a nuisance for me?” and the polite ask ended on a sharp leer, red glean of violence in the look as Albite motioned to the shape of himself — because what could be more annoying? He was sure Headache could figure something out.
Then he was tracking his boys building fire, the shadow of her form just behind that, and stepping through subspace up the street; so ******** done with cat n mouse chases. All he wanted was Ilse.
“Sorry blossoms, but I’m a vile kinda p***k, or a one trick pony? Take your pick.” and his magic had no qualms with this, tore off his form like velvety, half-starved serpents reaching for their newest meal. He’d gladly ley his boy drive her into his waiting arms. “Yee-haw”
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Choking Retribution! Albites tattoos appear to come alive, slithering off his harm like ethereal magical ribbons. The tattoo ribbons wrap around his intended opponent (pick a body part) and tie the two together for a duration of 20 seconds. The bindings slowly begin to tighten on said opponent, squeezing a bit like a boa constrictor would. Neither is able to escape the other until the magic is ended, or the weak ribbons are severed. He can now use the attack twice in battle, but can still only focus on one target at a time. Effect: Instantaneous Range: 6 Feet Duration: 20 seconds Number of uses: 2 Number of targets: 1
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2022 3:47 pm
Lysithea had been planning on asking Ilse if she had wanted to patrol tonight, but instead of asking, it had seemed like such a good idea to just show up and surprise her. She knew that the other senshi had been moving in the neighborhood near the hotel that she had insisted staying in while Cybele healed, and while it made sense...as Lysithea’s house was kind of really full to bursting…she still half…or more than half wished that Ilse would just have stayed with her.
Zac wouldn’t have, obviously but. Lysithea would have enjoyed it.
As it turned out, it was a very good think she had decided to keep her patrolling visit a surprise, for she felt both the aura of a General and a Corrupted Eternal nearby, and it felt like they were surrounding a super senshi, and of course, Lysithea had the stomach dropping thought that it must be Ilse.
…If it wasn’t, well.
She still had to do something.
Breaking into a run, Lysithea had time to note three things, the first that yes, it was Ilse. The second was that she knew both of the chaos ridden assholes who seemed to be trying to make her life Hell.
And the third?
The third was that she was about to do something very stupid.
So, without pausing to do more than acknowledge that fact, she swiftly moved in front of Ilse, letting the bindings wrap around her, all while giving Albite the frostiest glare that she could muster.
“Ilse. Go.” The words were firm and steady. While Lysithea knew that she couldn’t win anything by brute force, she knew that she could do her very best to older sister the <********> out of the both of these idiots.
The bindings came flying at her, and Ilse yelped, scrambling backwards--she thought she wasn't quick enough, and she braced to be bound up and pulled in, and that would be it, probably. There would be no reason for them to let her live.
Except that didn't happen.
She opened her eyes, and there, between her and Faustite and Albite, was Lysithea, beautiful and determined and strong, and Ilse's heart briefly skipepd a beat.
(How romantic, she thought, to be rescued this way! But there really wasn't time for heart-flutters or flushing or any of that.)
"Please be safe," she said. If she was a little braver, or a little stupider, either one, she might have stayed--but Lysithea told her to run, and she ran, and prayed no one followed. If anyone could survive an encounter with the two fo them, it was Lysithea, she was sure.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2022 2:48 pm
The thrill for catching and killing Ilse died with the appearance of Lysithea. Faustite seethed, fury a billow of fire that roiled and licked over each car that he passed, and with his ire came the knowledge that he would have to confront her again — Lysithea. Former sister, current target and enemy of the Negaverse. Lysithea, who allied herself with another enemy of the Negaverse. Who protected her, knowing full well that Ilse earned her terrible death.
With so much fire billowing about him, Faustite knew he couldn't teleport. He knew well enough that Albite knew better than to kill her; perhaps he had the sense to stall Lysithea while Faustite eliminated the one that they so loathed. Surely he had to understand Faustite's motives.
As Albite's magic slung about Lysithea, Faustite darted around the pair. He gave them a wide berth — wide enough that he would avoid reducing either one of them to cinder, though it cost him some distance in pursuing Ilse. He rebounded against a car with his heel, redirecting his inertia forward and onward, and sped between parked cars while he searched for his target.
