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 Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2024 3:26 pm
It was so incredibly easy to fall into melancholy, and Aegirine had decided to try and combat this by going on a patrol.
She had been doing well tonight, gathering energy from several groups of the homeless, and she was considering simply heading back home when the aura of a Page came into her sensing, and after weighing the options and deciding that it could be fun to get into a fight…
The captain teleported to the location she felt the aura. The Page was…very blue. Just like she, herself was rather green in her outfits…but this guy?
“...You look like you’re from Atlantis or something. Maybe some entertainment from a cruise ship…you’re far from the ocean, you know…”
Her sword was summoned to her hand and she held it out, pointed at the Page’s stomach.
Sweat had begun to bead up on her forehead, teleporting still wasn’t easy but…she wasn’t in any danger of passing out yet. Just a little tired. A little winded.
“Shall we dance?”
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2024 3:52 pm
He'd said he wouldn't make Jishui wait, and he'd meant it. Undine hadn't forgotten that he'd agreed to meet her up with her at some point; it just happened that he wasn't sure when was the right time. Every time the memory of their meeting floated to the forefront of his mind, he felt like he wasn't ready to power up again. It just wasn't an enjoyable enough experience to go out of his way for it.
But they'd met three weeks ago, and if he didn't do his part to contact her, she would surely forget him. And then where would he be? She'd been friendly enough, and he couldn't risk having only someone like Kitty as an ally. What if it was Undine in a situation where he needed help...? He had to be able to call someone...
He'd powered up after his shift at work, having been careful to pack a few bites of a variety of things for Jishui to try. The downside was that it was quite late. The restaurant closed well into the evening. Most people would've retired for the night, and she might have already gone to sleep, as well...
He fiddled with his ring, grumbling soft complaints about 'figuring out how to work this stupid thing-'
When out of exactly nowhere, the aura of an agent was abruptly upon him, sending adrenaline shooting down his spine. When Undine's pale irises riveted to the girl brandishing a weapon at him, there was the distinct and cutting glare of someone who was about to do something to her- The type of immediate, spit-fire look he'd give to any random human mugger who tried to come up on him. And indeed, a regular person trying to frighten him with a knife would've gotten a ******** concave face with how fast Calder would've had his first buried in their nose.
...But this was not a regular person.
And he wasn't lacking in common sense; he knew better than to antagonize someone he could barely hurt and couldn't run from.
Mostly.
The only thing he couldn't quite reign in was a venomous hiss of, "What?" Like he was incredulous (and annoyed) that she had come up to bother him while he was trying to do something else. "You're far from ******** Berlin." Negaverse Nazi-a**-looking witch. Still sneering (he was an imperfect human man, okay? Some things were in his control, others not so much), Undine took a long step back from her and her sword.
"Can you go away," said as more of a demand than a question. "I don't want anything to do with you."
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2024 4:10 pm
“Go away? Me? I don’t think so. I’ve come over here to play with you for a bit. Doesn’t it sound fun?”
Aegirine wasn’t…great with the whole evil bad guy stuff but, the british accent always did work in her favor. “I’m from London, not Berlin, you’ve got your accents mixed up little Page.”
How anyone could confuse the two was beyond her, and the implications of what he was trying to say was beyond her too. “I think it will be good for you. You’re so…shiny and new, like you just came out of the package, maybe you need some exercise, do you think? Look, I’ll even make you a deal. Let me take energy from you, and we can part ways, no harm done. Or, we can do this the hard way…or as some might think, the fun way and I’ll take energy from you regardless and you’ll end up leaving here unconscious, at best. Your choice, little Page.”
That was kind of top tier villain. Closer than she had come before.
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2024 1:56 pm
There was pretty much no universe where Undine actually believed that any Negaverse agent who'd approached him with weapon drawn would just leave him alone because he'd asked them to. But he'd had to at least invite the possibility because there were not very many ways this could play out.
He could agree to her (frankly nonsense) suggestion and hope that the worst thing that happened to him was to fall unconscious. Doubt. She'd have to be true to her word- which surely most of her ilk were incapable of.
He could run. Undine considered himself to be pretty in shape; he wouldn't be too winded from a quick sprint. But what were the chances he'd get away from her? She felt stronger. Probably faster. The agent could certainly teleport, as she'd already demonstrated. There was no outrunning that.
He could try to dissuade her. ...But that would require a certain policing of himself that Undine was definitely not capable of in this moment. The only words at the tip of his tongue were, 'Have you lost it? I'm not giving anything to you. ******** off.' And where would that get him, honestly? He absolutely wasn't going to say that.
No. There was really only one way to go about this that made sense in the moment.
Undine sprung at her. There was little more than the length of her sword between them, and he crossed that distance in barely more than a blink, burying both of his hands into the agent's thick auburn locks and yanking- all the while letting out a truly horrific screech that anyone within a hundred meters would surely hear.
Bitches do be crazy.
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2025 7:12 am
Whatever Aegirine was prepared for…this. This wasn’t it.
She was ready for more taunting, for him to just turn tail and run away. For this to be an easy victory and to make her feel…accomplished...but instead. He was acting like that deranged character from the Pochahontas movie that Disney had put out and she was.
Well. To put it bluntly, she was concerned. For herself, but also. Kind of.
For him. He was absolutely insane.
“Jesus. Mate you’re a psycho.” It had been the scream that he had uttered that caused the confusion. The hair pulling, the getting closer whatever. He was fighting to stay alive. Sure. She had been threatening him, sure but.
She couldn’t really think and banished her sword, reaching up and placing a hand on his chest, trying to push him off. “You’ve just put yourself in perfect range for me to get your Starseed, just so you know.”
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2025 3:37 pm
"Me?" The word was high and sharp off his tongue, and the force of his own incredulousness had Undine lurching back as if physically struck, still gripping two fistfuls of the agent's hair. "I am a psycho? You approached me with a blade. You harassed me. You tried to steal from me. Said it would be 'fun.' Is this still fun?" He gave her head as vicious a shake as his hold would allow.
But it was obvious that this poor, Chaos-afflicted thing was desperately confused if she'd been expecting him to just roll over and do nothing while she threatened and assaulted him. Maybe that was the norm for Pages? To try and run or just accept being drained into unconsciousness if it came with the possibility of not dying? Undine didn't really have that much experience with too many others. The only other powered person he knew to any great degree was... Kitty.
And Kitty would kill if given half an opportunity- Kitty would make an opportunity if one wasn't given to him.
And even if he had no personal experiences to back it up, Undine was pretty sure most Knights went out patrolling with the intention to prevent people like her from getting anything from anyone (that wasn't what Undine had been doing, but that was irrelevant). So that was it. The only reasonable deduction he could make about this was that the whole lot of the Negaverse must have completely excused themselves from reality and had a really... convoluted idea of how these interactions were going to go.
Undine could set her straight. She had dismissed her weapon and was now trying to push him away. But this was literally the only advantage he had. This one, single surprise attack. Two fistfuls of hair. If he backed off and then she decided she wasn't done, that was it. There wouldn't be more fight for him to have.
Her hair was tangled messily in his fingers, but he skimmed them up, toward her temple, resting his thumbs just beneath your eyes, while forcibly tipping her head just slightly up so she was looking at his face. "And just so you know, the second you get a hand inside me, you lose both your eyes. Oberyn Martell style. Understand?"
Yeah, he'd die, but he'd make sure everyone involved was just as uncomfortable.
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2025 3:45 pm
She supposed he had a point, but before she could say anything, he just continued to go off and eventually she grew…bored.
Aegirine’s head was starting to hurt from her hair being pulled, and when he pressed his thumbs into her face…it didn’t help. Still, she looked at the Page and frowned slightly. “...Who?”
Was it the right thing to say? The most pertinent question to ask?
No. No it really wasn’t. “I’m not sure who that is. If you’re going to threaten me, I would like to understand. It makes it more intimidating that way.”
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2025 3:55 pm
Because there was activity more concerning than the exact words coming out of his mouth, Undine barely understood what she was asking. 'Who?' Was that... relevant? Even if she didn't know 'who-' which she should've, considering the wild popularity of the series at that time (even if it had dwindled with the mediocrity near the end...)- the implication should've been obvious: get the ******** away from me, or I am going to hurt you.
Yet, she was still here.
Rather than answer her pressing question, he demanded tersely, "Are you an idiot?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2025 4:18 pm
“An idiot? No. Bored? Tired. Frustrated with life? Yes. But an idiot, no. You’re the one acting like a psycho, you have me in a hold, if I teleport right now, you’ll end up coming with me and I’m not feeling up to dealing with that, even though it would take care of the problem if I were to bring you to a General King right now. But. No. I’m curious. Is it one of your American serial killers? Are there podcasts about him? I’m assuming that it’s a him.”
She shouldn’t assume, but Aegirine couldn’t really be bothered to care. “So. Indulge me, yeah?”
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2025 4:41 pm
Bored. It was a wonder Undine's eyes weren't stuck in the back of his head from the intensity of his eye roll. 'Bored,' so she decided to make it his problem and then blame him when it didn't go the way she'd wanted it to. What a delusional child. "You attacked me," he interacted again. And despite her complaints and threats, he did not let her go (for his own safety, of course).
"An 'American serial killer?' What? No. He's a book character, you uncultured oaf." A sneer graced his lips. "That would be what your ilk assumed- not everyone thinks in serial killer terms.
Though anyone who'd read a single chapter of those books, or seen a single scene, would wonder how something so gruesome could captivate so many... If she didn't know the details, he needn't enlighten her. "He lost a duel. The other guy squeezed Oberyn's eyes out with his thumbs and killed him. It's definitely not the prettiest or more elegant way to kill someone, but if you're trying to kill me, I have to use the methods I have available, and I have thumbs. So. That's how I would do it."
...Not that he thought he had the brute strength to kill someone that way, but it would be uncomfortable! It would sure suck, and that had to be deterrent enough.
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2025 4:53 pm
“....But that’s…not how eyes work? They would have to penetrate the skull too and how could you get enough force with thumbs to kill someone through the eyes? You would have to go through bone…I mean. Sure you could blind me, I’ll give you that but killing me with your thumbs? That’s highly unlikely. What kind of a book is this? You have strange hobbies. Anyway. Let me go. I’ll leave. You’ll leave. And we’ll both do some research about thumbing people to death, deal? I want to find out what trash is perpetuating these rumors…”
Sure, people with magic had enhanced strength but even then…
That just didn’t seem…
Anywhere in the realm of feasible.
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2025 3:39 pm
Undine was quickly progressing from 'I'm trying to defend myself,' to 'I want to strangle this obnoxious stranger.'
"It's- it's fiction," he seethed. "Very, very popular fiction- and it's hardly less plausible than, well, all of this!" He gestured wildly between them with one hand. Her: a girl using evil space magic bestowed upon her by some calamitous... alien? (Admittedly, Undine wasn't very clear on how the Negaverse worked and where their power actually came from. Something Evil, and that was all that mattered.) And Him: just a simple man who inherited(?) from a less calamitous(?) alien(?) with a piece of consciousness(?) on Neptune.
But sure. Thumbing someone's eyes to death made no sense.
He was still loathe to release her. She could kill him in a second if that was her prerogative, and Undine was deadset on making sure she hurt if she tried. But she also seemed like maybe she wasn't all there mentally. ...Which must've been true of most of those allied with Chaos if they thought their brand of space magic that relied on human vitality to function was anything but evil.
Undine glared at her, and with an annoyed little huff, freed her from the snare of his fingers. "Leave then. I was actually doing something before you interrupted me, so be off."
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2025 6:35 pm
Fiction. Because of course it wasn’t real. Honestly, Aegirine was a little bit disappointed though she shrugged. “Next thing you’re going to tell me is that you’ll start…jumping through time by using a Tardis. Fiction…There’s nothing wrong with fiction, but don’t…use it to make yourself sound cooler…”
She chuckled then and took a step away when he finally let her go and after a moment, tilted her head to the side. “I hope. That I’m a General when I see you again. It would be fun to bring you in. I bet you’d make a good officer.”
Not that she couldn't bring him in now, she could…but she didn’t want to. He was kind of a jerk, but he had moxie, that was for sure…and the Negaverse could use that.
“Until next time, Thumb Eyed Joe.”
She gave a little salute and vanished into the night.
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