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 Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2022 6:29 pm
Albite had gone out, so Faustite went out. It wasn't that he wanted to follow Albite, though the curiosity nagged him concerning where his boy went at all hours of the day. He felt relatively disinterested concerning Waru's daily affairs, in part because it didn't suit him to get terribly nosy over them. He knew the boy worked odd jobs, knew he liked to flex his renovation muscles in his own ramshackle shithouse, as if it was practice for their ramshackle shithouse. And, of course, Waru liked spending off-duty time with the team.
In fact, Waru spent quite a lot of off-duty time with the team — far more than Faustite did, or could. Consequently, some of the members of the team that Waru had spent the most time with were the ones who later defected to the White Moon. He knew how that looked, but Faustite did not want to drench his love in doubt. He had vowed to trust his boy, hadn't he?
So Faustite let those thoughts stew. But each time Waru left for the day, each time Faustite was awake and bereft of his boy, those thoughts festered. They grew louder, more ubiquitous, more poisonous. It came to be that he could not think of any alternative to Waru insidiously sowing the word of the White Moon among Faustite's team. Faustite left because Albite left. Faustite left because, while Albite was out, Faustite needed a distraction.
He needed an excellent distraction. He needed a starseed.
So he prowled the industrial district, where smoke and fire would spark no inquiry in the late evening. The sun had just set, and tired workers had gathered about to discuss the day and make plans to go to a bar for the eve. Faustite knew there wouldn't be much energy to take from these ones — they made better targets for starseeding. Easier, still, to count it as an industrial accident when one of the group had to slip back inside to ensure all the killswitches were hit and safeties engaged.
The burning youth paced a tin-lined rooftop while he waited for exactly that moment, or for his patience to snap and his temper to take hold. Either he would have one starseed or he would have five, and a gas leak story to hand off to Infiltration before the papers published what really happened.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2022 4:40 pm
Never before had Reiki felt so Seen and understood……by ******** Buffy Anne Summers.
Which wasn’t entirely fair, when one got down to specifics about their respective situations. For one thing, Reiki had spent August in such a State for the exact opposite reason as season six’s Buffy: getting dragged out of some very Christian-influenced Heaven because her friends wouldn’t grieve her like normal people vs. getting his starseed ripped out by a magical robot who’d really seemed so kind, at first, and only getting it back in time because Blossom had been there to help. Without Kerberos’s timely intervention, Reiki wouldn’t have been Still Alive right now to power up with all the enthusiasm of a Dunder-Mifflin employee or a convenience store clerk who wasn’t even supposed to be here today.
Without Kerberos, he wouldn’t have remained alive to sigh wearily as he ran and jumped across Destiny City’s rooftops, following no real plan in particular. Not even twelve percent of an idea, if he was honest. Going through the motions of being a senshi without putting his heart or any thought whatsoever into the process.… Even that felt like asking too much of himself some nights, so if he did have some energy theft quota he was supposed to be meeting, he had to be under it by a significant margin. Felt like he hadn’t called on a Mirrorwraith in ages.
Mostly, Reiki just……wanted to get away from his usual haunt in the gayborhood and Scandals in particular. Doing his shows had been only marginally less of an ordeal lately than trying to make himself care about magical girl anything, and lurking near the bar afterward or during some of his drag mom-enforced nights off……it hurt too much. Being around the alley where he’d first drained Michel and where Sailor Huge-Tits of Who-Cares only left Reiki with a heavy, sick feeling that lurched in the pit of his chest. If any of this pain had had the decency to twist like a knife or otherwise feel like something, then he might have minded it somewhat less? But practically nothing had felt sharp to him since what had happened on Astraya.
Nicking himself while shaving, getting slashed or thrown around by youma as he tried to clean them off the streets, stewing in guilt about everything he hadn’t told Soyala, or Haruhi, or Levi (whom he still owed a Serious Conversation about Reiki’s misadventures with senshi business that, at this point, felt like it would have wound up more akin to sitting down with Fr. Charles for Confession, if not for the obvious snag of Levi being Jewish and really not needing to be dragged into any Catholic nonsense, not even the queer, non-Vatican-sanctioned sort)—none of it had felt as much as it should have done. At the worst of it, Reiki suspected that someone could have stabbed him and it still would’ve felt like a minor blunt impact at best, relative to those golden tendrils that had come out of nowhere—that had come from Kima, someone who’d apparently been a friend to the last Sailor Murikabushi—and torn into his chest and ripped out his starseed before he could ask why.
Crazy to think about how, only a few weeks ago, Reiki’s biggest complaint about senshi business had been getting side-eyed by some of Ida, Kerberos, and Encke’s Order teammates at her meeting about the Blight.
(Talking to someone about literally any of this, Reiki knew, would’ve helped him more than shoving his feelings in a box, putting that box inside another box, then driving Uncle Mitch’s car up to Ludlow, Maine and burying the box in the pet sematary. But honestly, how was he supposed to explain his situation without getting himself handcuffed to his bed so he couldn’t go outside and get into any further nonsense? Considering how quickly he’d chosen to trust a sapient robot because he might’ve known anything about the planet that Reiki so badly wished would ever want him for its senshi, he’d have exactly no ability to protest that theoretical lockdown either. So, it was better to continue saying nothing and just handling everything himself.)
Maybe Kima would’ve done a better job with the stupid thing than Reiki had, he mused as he paused on a rooftop to take stock of where he’d gotten himself off to.…… Going through the motions, unfortunately, did not usually end up with him finding himself in any kind of good places.…… The industrial district might or might not have counted, on any other night? Hard to say when Reiki only managed to feel the slight perk of interest at having wandered into an unfamiliar place, vague anxiety of being somewhere he didn’t know very well……
……and the hard, dark aura of Negaverse Chaos, somewhere nearby.
Considering his luck lately, Reiki should have left well enough alone. Turned around, run away, gone home and minded his own business—but on the other hand, the only Negaverse operative he could think of offhand whom he could trust to not be Up To No Good was Toráin (and hopefully—hopefully—whatever Sailor Twilight Sparkle was planning to call on Cosmos or the power of friendship or whatever and purify Toráin out of that awful place would come to fruition soon).
Reiki couldn’t let this Negaverse presence go without sticking his nose in.
Wasn’t long before he found the one who seemed to be the source of the aura—and ********, up close, it was easy to feel how much more powerful they were than Reiki. From behind, they seemed shorter and slighter than he was, but what did that matter when their aura practically screamed Don’t ******** with me, fellas? ******** ******** ********, and in getting close enough to suss them out, Reiki had killed his own ability to stay undetected. Darting behind a smokestack made sense while Reiki was doing it, but as he pressed his back up against the brick, he mostly felt stupid.
He was on the same roof with an exceptionally powerful Negaverse officer. He’d attacked two of them (even if one had literally asked him for it). He’d lied to a third about who he was just because Arsenolite had annoyed him and Reiki didn’t owe that a*****e anything but contempt, not with how Toráin had talked about him. And in the part of him that wished he’d had gotten lucky enough to awaken with Order and find out he had some kind of sparkly, nice magic with a sphere like kinship, or asphodel, or unicorns, Reiki did semi-regularly yearn to find some excuse, at some point, to punch Valjean in the face for being an elitist p***k with no manners.
Counting off his increasing list of sins against the Negaverse did not make Reiki favor his chances here. Still, fear was a powerful, deeply irrational animal, and probably the most anything he’d felt since Astraya, and despite knowing the danger he was in—one relative newb senshi with no magic that was fit to use on sapient targets, not even in self-defense, vs. someone with an aura like this—Reiki couldn’t bring himself to just. ********. run.Strickenized amdjfkfjsb, hi, I am. so sorry. for how utterly s**t this month has been for tagging things ;; heart
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2022 11:45 am
While he waited, his thoughts wandered, and while his thoughts wandered, his senses picked up on an interloper. Someone who wasn't cut from White Moon cloth. Faustite was familiar with the grade of aura hung on the air, coating the night like so much silt. To this, he breathed a sigh of thin smoke that would go as unnoticed as the plumes from the towering smokestacks.
"Don't ******** with me, Mirror Thing," the burning boy seethed. He cursed inwardly that their auric efflux could never be pinpointed, that it never grew more concentrated the closer he came to the source. They could share a rooftop with him, or be loitering a block away — so long as he was within range, they felt ubiquitous. Everywhere and nowhere at once.
He turned back, faced the stretch of rooftop before him. As he spoke, he paced slowly toward the center of it, where smokestacks stood alongside one another. "If your wraith is out, recall it. Won't share with your kind.
"Not in the mood to brook arguments." He settled a hand on the warm smokestack, his nails digging into the brick.amorremanet no worries, it's been tough finding time to tag for me, too. i honestly forgot we had this one >:
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2022 6:52 pm
“They’re not,” Reiki bit out before he could think to stop himself, or to get himself down a much less unpleasant (though deeply unhelpful at present) rabbit hole about the correct pronouns for a mirrorwraith. “Wouldn’t drain energy around here, anyway. Late-stage capitalism doesn’t need help making this place worse.”
God, this was stupid. Calling up political spectres that actually meant something to justify his own failure to do his job as a Dark Mirror Senshi. Acting like the problem had anything to do with choosing to do better when he knew it was a matter of how wrong it felt, doing what he’d signed up for by walking through the Mirror, of him being so hopelessly bad at doing what his universe-assigned magical girl team required of him. Besides, talking with Negaverse lunatics was dangerous—outside of Toráin, dealing with these people inevitably led to Reiki getting himself in trouble—and what he needed to do was run. Not least since talking would give away which smokestack he’d hidden behind.…
And it did. Reiki gasped, wincing both at how broken glass-sharp and suffocatingly intense that aura felt up close, and the nauseating crunch of brick being made to yield to something stronger. He needed to go. Before he placed why the other’s voice sounded so familiar. Before the other decided that they wanted trouble even if Reiki didn’t. Before he opened his mouth and said some terribly, horribly, no good, very bad, stupid thing—
“Not in the mood for any manners either, apparently—or would you enjoy getting addressed as Nega Thing?”
………Dammit. Failed Step One.Strickenized That’s valid tbh, considering how busy you’ve been and how long I left this untagged!! ;; heart
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2022 2:10 pm
Oh, so this was a political Dark Mirror Senshi. Rare to find those. Most of their kind wavered between forgettable and human garbage; he thought that actual personalities were snubbed and abandoned by their kind.
Faustite paced slowly, deliberately around the circumference of the smokestack, dragging a clawed hand along the beleaguered brick all the while. No more than one step every other second — something lazy, something thoughtful — with an ever-present scrape to announce himself. He wasn't sure he wanted to find out which one this one was; he couldn't decide if it would be more or less beneficial to discover this Dark Mirror. They always put him in an ill mood, but something about this one seemed marginally more tolerable than the rest. It must've been the capitalism snub, because it certainly wasn't that the senshi ignored his orders.
And called him a Nega Thing. "Heard that one before," he returned. That particular insult more commonly came from the White Moon, however. Maybe this one was converted from them, then, though he was uncertain why anyone would choose the Dark Mirror if they were trying to escape the White Moon.
"Gender is for people. Youma aren't people. Not my place to feel about it." Schörl ensured he understood that.
And, for a time, he went without gender. Selected something other, went by it for months. But he could never fully accept that other label, not when he heeded his love for boys and how it related to himself, and then he went back to the old gender marker he had always used. He would get used to something objectified at need, as he had gotten used to the White Moon's taunts, but it would not change how he saw himself.
"You ignored me when I told you to leave. Why?"amorremanet nonsense heart i am just super disorganized lol
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2022 8:29 pm
Thinking Oh, ******** off, Freddy Krueger over the claw-scraping (maybe? sure sounded like it, anyway) gave Reiki a little rush of something familiar—being a judgmental little b***h to people who annoyed him for no reason beyond the annoyance. Realistically, he could’ve dredged up more than enough valid reasons to be annoyed. But that felt like asking too much of himself, right now.
“What, like you’ve never met an idiot before? Must’ve done something blessed in a past life, to earn such good karma.” Sarcasm—more bite than Reiki truly felt right now, though aimed predominantly at himself. He was stupid—so stupid—and whichever Negaverse agent he’d run into this time, they had every right to think so. Who else but an idiot would take every opportunity to run, look at them for a moment, and then go, No, thanks, I think I’m good?
“Also, last I checked? You’re not my mom, my obaasan, or my boyfriend. Fear isn’t the same as respect.”
Not that the person who Reiki wanted was his boyfriend either, but that was besides the point.
Awareness of his own stupidity helped exactly not at all. Sure, Reiki managed to skitter a bit away(? he hoped?) from the advancing source of noise—but that didn’t help either. Reiki’s hideous heart shuddered, ribs practically shaking from every sick, thundering beat, and none of it would get better until an actual move came from either he or this Negaverse Hotshot, who apparently enjoyed playing with their food more than eating it. Longer Reiki waited, the lower his chances got of any confrontation going down remotely on his own terms.
This didn’t have to go violently. Maybe they could go their own ways without any issue.
Deep breaths. Relatively uncluttered mind. Make your family proud, he told himself and pushed away from the smokestack. Throwing himself out into the midst of them……certainly was a Choice™️, but he just had to keep breathing and stay in the moment. And in the moment, one more thing stood out, nagging for Reiki’s obnoxiously opinionated queer perspective.
“For what it’s worth,” he called into the night, “whoever told you that garbage about gender sounds like a vicious idiot. It’s your experience of your own life. Who died and gave them the right to deny you that?”Strickenized_ no worries!! these things happen to everyone heart
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2022 1:41 pm
The familiarity of that self-deprecation gave him pause; the scraping halted, the flaming youth froze, and he was suddenly caught up in his old wounds. But that boy he so hated — he'd been gone for years, hadn't he? Acubens hadn't seen him. Had denounced him. And at the time they last met, wasn't he a Super? He had never seen nor heard of a senshi regressing to an earlier stage; surely it couldn't be the same —
No. Wouldn't be. That one never used foreign terms like that. Still, his suspicions lingered, and he resumed his way around the smokestack at a slower pace.
"So you'd rather your mom have a body to mourn. You'd rather your boyfriend suffer." They were choices a person could make, he reminded himself. This wasn't the first Mirror Senshi he met that would cut off their nose to spite their face. Acubens, too, had self-destructive tendencies. Perhaps that was a defining factor to the Dark Mirror in the same way that others so stereotyped the Negaverse as bloodthirsty murderers.
While he wasn't intending to murder this one, he was curious to know if they preferred that logical extreme. Was it worth it to die and rob loved ones of their happiness if it meant being petty at a Negaverse General? Or was there something else to it?
When he rounded the corner, when he came face-to-face with the sassy one that spat fire back at him, he could only respond with a slight jump and naked surprise. Of all the senshi to encounter more than once —
"It's you," he managed, as he started to recover.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2022 3:13 pm
Keeping his guard up, Reiki tried to hold himself ready. Plant his feet enough to stand his ground but keep them light enough to take off running if (or far more likely when that became necessary). Not an easy balance to strike, and frankly, Reiki wasn’t sure he’d pulled it off, ******** him, the last thing he needed was actually getting himself in trouble with the Negaverse. As much as he didn’t want to acknowledge that Logos had had any valid points, she wasn’t wrong about the Negaverse being bad to openly antagonize.
Although he had no plans to use his magic (not on another sapient person, not again), Reiki kept one arm raised. Perfect posture for calling on his attack as necessary, even though he’d rather let this b***h kill him than risk putting them through the same s**t he’d done to Kerberos, to Fang, to Captain Phoenix Force, very possibly to Sailor Huge-Tits of Who-Cares.
At the other’s accusation, several possible clarifications came to Reiki’s mind and underscored this roll of his eyes: hadn’t he just gotten done telling this one from the Negaverse that he was an idiot? Hadn’t he followed up the petulant, admittedly childish retort of “you’re not my MOM” with something that technically qualified as an admission of fear? (Maybe he could’ve been more on-the-nose about it, he guessed—but, well. Admitting he was afraid came as easily too him as performing open-heart surgery would’ve done, which was to say: not even remotely.) But Reiki hadn’t behaved nearly as badly as he could’ve done, so far. Certainly, he hadn’t thrown around any dangerous magic or made any first moves. Surely, they didn’t need to come to blows.……
……Indeed, Reiki’s arm went slack as the other finally came into view. He dropped it entirely at the look of surprise, and with a sigh, allowed the rest of his posture to sag.… All previous impulse to stand up for himself evaporated as a soft, hangdog expression spilled onto his face.
“I have a name.… Not that you know it, but,” he protested, weaker than improperly brewed tea. Briefly, it occurred to him that he could lie to Captain Phoenix Force like he had to Arsenolite. He’d even been thinking up more names he could use in such a scenario, if one presented itself (Miwa ranked as his current favorite, borrowing from another of his personal Japanese queer heroes). Lying after what he’d done before, though, felt……wrong. Even more so than the name he’d have to give instead.
“Murikabushi,” he told the other, tucking his long fringe behind his ear. Once he had it out of the way, he dropped his hand again, kept the pair of them folded in front of him—out in the open, so it was clear he wasn’t trying anything. Hardly the actual point anymore, but……hoping to convey a lack of interest in violence, he added, “……I meant what I said, by the way. Whoever told you that you don’t get to have an opinion about your own gender sounds like a vicious idiot. Also happen to be wrong. Not their place to deny you that basic-level self-determination.”
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2022 3:42 pm
Faustite stared, and as he stared, Murikabushi ran his mouth. In the same style as Albite, the more this boy spoke, the angrier Faustite became, and the more moronity was dredged from a bed of silence. Soon, Faustite's dumbstruck expression simmered into peaked rage.
The boy had launched into a whole sermon about gender and self-determination when Faustite slapped him. "You are a ******** idiot," he accused-agreed. "You nearly died, and now you're shooting your mouth off at the ******** officer that almost ******** killed you, and you're ******** lecturing at me about the White Moon's dehumanizing nonsense! What the ******** is wrong with you?" He seethed, and his words sizzled around the edges. If Murikabushi had been cold in the autumnal weather, he stood in front of a blazing oven now.
"Idiot doesn't even ******** cut it! You're outright suicidal — you're trying to get me to kill you!"
He reached for the Mirror Senshi's bow to turn him around and shove him toward the edge of the building. "******** off before I start another ******** war over your dead body — and tell ******** Remarque to teach your kind some self-preservation!"
Or, at the very least, not to mess around with Negaverse agents that were actively on fire.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2022 4:50 pm
—Okay, so, we’re doing this.
That thought shot through Reiki’s mind at the crack of palm on face. Nothing else followed, not for several moments. Fighting to keep his breaths deep and his mind locked in the present moment where it damn well belonged, Reiki said nothing. Thought nothing, letting the officer’s recrimination crash into him and sweep him away in truths that he deserved to hear. Feeling nothing proved too great an ask, but as he kept his hands down, letting the other yank and push him around like a rag-doll, Reiki couldn’t help the feeling that……this was fine.
He, after all, wasn’t the one suffering, of the two of them.
He’d caused the suffering, and judging from the outrage flaring up so hard and fast, from what had previously seemed like mild annoyance at most, Reiki had……more than done a sufficient job of wrecking things. Kerberos had had a support network to fall back on for help (not to mention a planet to himself, up in space, with bioluminescent bunnies who could lay on him until the cravings subsided). Most of Fang’s suffering had abated as soon as Reiki had bought him food; a full belly had done wonders to ease the traumatic flashback.
But……did this officer have any of that in his life? Did he have anything like that?
Worse, as he fumbled backwards, toward the edge of the building, Reiki knew exactly what felt Most Right to say: Moushiwake gozaimasen. Kanben shite kudasai; a formal apology and a plea for mercy (itself also understood as an apology)………but the officer had ignored the previous Japanese term (obaasan), focusing instead on the two in English, so how could Reiki guarantee that a Japanese apology would land?
Oh, ******** my drag, right?, he couldn’t help thinking—was it fair? Probably not. But English was perhaps the single worst ******** language for apologizing. So blunt, so forceful, so lacking nuance where it actually mattered.… If you said I’m sorry or I apologize or I regret the choices I have made for everything from minor insults among friends to drunk driving to war crimes to forgetting your nephew at the mall whilst reeking of Diet Coke and Cuervo, then did those words actually mean anything, anymore?
When, in all the at-least-once-weekly repetitions, did I confess to the Almighty God, and to you, my family in Christ, that I have done wrong, in my thoughts and in my words, in what I have done and what I have failed to do start sounding like a rumble of distant thunder trying not to make a nuisance of itself, rather than an admission of sin?
At what point did all the billions of sarcastic rounds of I’m sorry you feel so offended or self-obsessed refrains I’m sorry that everyone is so jealous of me nullify all meaning in the genuine attempts to apologize by telling someone else I’m ******** language, ******** words.
……Well, for all they left him wanting literally any better options, those words were gonna have to mean something, now. Because the right-feeling apology would mean less than nothing if it fell on ears that didn’t understand a word of Japanese, and as much as he wanted to listen, Reiki owed this officer at least an attempt at contrition.
“I—I’m sorry,” he said, bracing himself against the barrier at the building’s edge. Briefly, he hesitated, unsure whether to bow and avert his eyes, in keeping with Mom’s customs and Catholic practice as he understood it, or meet the officer’s gaze, the way Obaasan had always told him to do in the face of threats.… His stomach lurched, but Reiki settled on the latter; too many people in Destiny City took averting one’s eyes the wrong way. “However I triggered you, whatever happened, I didn’t know.… I talked a big game, but—I thought Kerberos only ran so I wouldn’t clock that my magic didn’t even do anything. So, I didn’t—I thought it was just useless garbage.… I’m sorry.”
Probably wouldn’t help, but……this officer deserved to hear it.Strickenized —it would help if I put this tag on the right thread, WHOOPS. heart
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2022 5:35 pm
Faustite was in the middle of shoving the small of Murikabushi's back when the boy opened his mouth again.
That's right — the boy opened his mouth again. Faustite groaned audibly, dragging a hand down his face as he paused in his seemingly Sisyphean task. There would be no convincing this one to save himself; he had already decided on throwing himself in front of an oncoming train, and if it managed to stop in time, then perhaps he could suck on its ******** smokestack until the carbon monoxide poisoning finished him off. Oh, the train was electric? Perfect, connect the third rail to zap the life out of himself.
Truly, there was no stopping someone so ******** determined to die, by any means necessary. Even by starseeding, though Faustite was unconvinced that a Dark Mirror starseed would taste anything short of wretched.
It'd likely give him indigestion, much like the apology Murikabushi gave.
"Didn't ask you for an apology," Faustite quipped back. "But if you're so ******** beside yourself with guilt, keep what you saw to yourself and go. ********. home." The wiry youth planted his heels against the roof and gave the boy a last push.
What did it take to get a Mirror Senshi to piss off without having to murder them? When did they get this way? Were they all this way? If so, why was that court still a thorn in his a**?
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2022 6:17 pm
“I didn’t give it because you asked,” Reiki pointed out, huffing more than was necessary, pouting more than he liked to admit, and probably resembling nothing more than a mildly aggrieved kitten. He certainly felt like an aggrieved kitten, getting pushed around like this. Specifically, Reiki estimated that he was a kitten whose sense of grievance came from being forced to abruptly reckon with the fact that it didn’t get much choice in the matter of bath-time.
Given free rein in the matter, Reiki could’ve easily stayed here and hashed things out all night. He might not have enjoyed it very much—not least since it would’ve required emotional vulnerability from him and this officer probably would’ve been a fire-spitting Hell-cat about everything, even Reiki trying to admit that he was right or telling him that he deserved nice things—but……you didn’t take on tasks like this for the sake of enjoying them. You took them on because people needed help.
On the other hand, giving Reiki free rein in any matter had caused this mess in the first place, so……grinding his teeth, he nodded. Hopped up on the wall. Looked back when he shouldn’t have, but……it needed to be said: “For the record? I apologized because I hurt you, you didn’t deserve that, and I’m. sorry.”
Leaving……might have wound up with someone else getting killed. He had no idea what Captain Phoenix Force planned to do, but the Negaverse’s usual agenda seemed pretty blood-splattered. But Reiki had long since worn out his already tenuous welcome, and his only means of fighting would only make things worse.
But as he leapt for another rooftop, he called back, “Take care of yourself!”
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2022 6:38 pm
Look at that. He took a ******** hint. He wasn't even trying to jump to his death, either. Faustite would've been proud,
if he wasn't completely ******** exasperated to hear this boy talk back to him about hurting him and talking to him like he was made of glass that was tenuously connected with spun sugar. Faustite knew he wasn't the kintsugi project that Schörl described so long ago, and he knew better, now, than to assume that any of the youmafied officers could be thought of in such a capacity. He knew that in their human-centric system, they were inherently worth less, though they weren't worthless. They were expected to be resilient to anything someone like Murikabushi could unleash, intentional or not.
So the Dark Mirror's spiel was met with an exasperated, full-bodied sigh, complete with a dropping of narrow shoulders and eyes rolled to the sky. The first response to come to mind was a resounding piss off, but harsh language had done nothing to hurry this one on his way.
Instead, his response was beleaguered. "Okay, Mom," he hollered back, and hoped the Dark Mirror had figured out that he was better off back in Mirrorspace doing ******** knows what. And Faustite didn't stick around for more henpecking nonsense; when he walked back to his original side of the roof, he fully expected to reinvest in the group of construction workers down below.
As he peered over the side, however, he found exactly zero construction workers. During his and Murikabushi's longwinded misunderstanding, the workers had long vacated their site to ******** knows where. Probably one of the 150,000 dive bars in the metropolitan area.
"That's it, that's ******** it," Faustite muttered as he covered his face in his hands. "Next time I see him, I'll ******** destroy him. ******** turn him into chicken nuggets and feed him to his Court."
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