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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2025 4:46 pm
The weather was nicer, and with the sky now cleared up, patrols were a lot easier. With so much going on from before, it just felt natural that everyone took a moment to not rustle anything up for the time being. Everyone wanted to a moment of rest. Even with quotas to be filled, no one was starting a assault with so many still reeling from everything.
Wolframite had only been out to get some bearings, do his quota for Laven and himself, and head back home. The bare minimum - which he didn't like too much. Patrols were the one thing he was made for these days. It was his job. However, it was understandable with how things were.
The night was crisp with spring air, the wind a gentle breeze through the streets. Streetlights were lit. Somewhere smelled of fresh cut grass and diesel.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2025 5:08 pm
Well, Narcissus hadn't started the evening alone, but that didn't say much for how things were now. Which wasn't his favorite development to have occurred because he generally preferred to not be on his lonesome while powered... Not because he thought he would run into trouble! Most people didn't really have many problems with his Court in the same way they took issue with anyone else. Everyone was (presumably) good-spirited and just trying to do what was best for Earth!
Er, mostly.
Narcissus didn't think anyone was out to get him. He was usually perfectly safe. Usually. Not always. And it was that one percent of the time that just made it seem more reasonable to go out while powered with his fiancé. Narci donned this guise so infrequently that it was never troublesome to just tag along with Rakovanite, who powered up pretty much nightly, anyway. They'd started off together. Narci didn't need to patrol or 'investigate the enemy' or anything more specific than just harvest a bit of energy with his wraith to offer to Mirrorspace. He didn't need or want to be out long.
But something had grabbed Rakovanite's attention and he'd departed hastily. Narcissus scuffed a sandal against the concrete, staring at where his fiancé had been literally seconds before.
The departure was unexplained and abrupt enough to be startling (and worrisome, given all that had happened barely even a month ago).
But Narcissus didn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary around them... Nothing that would suck him in. And while Rakovanite was not generally expressive, Narci was familiar enough to know what to look for. A sharp drop in tone, narrowed eyes, and snappish rumble. Something he'd seen on his tablet had made him absolutely furious, and he'd left with only a promise that 'he would be back in a moment.'
Nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about, nothing to worry about... Do not freak out, Narcissus. He was sure it was fine, and he would hear more specifics when Rakovanite returned... eventually.
He swallowed, recalled his wraith to his mirrorshard and tucked it away. He needed to be calm, not jump to conclusions, just go home, and oh-!
Barely a stone's throw from where he stood, a General's aura flickered to life. So- resolved before Narcissus could even start to hyperventilate! Wonderful! He set off at a brisk jog across the street, turned the corner to find-
Not his fricken fiancé.
Narcissus nearly jumped out of his skin at the distinctly-not-Rakovanite half-youma General standing on the sidewalk. And that was uniquely the type of someone he did not want to run into. His experiences with half-youma were very few but also aaaaaaall negative. Narci drew back sharply, stumbling a bit. "U-uh, oh! I'm sorry- I felt your aura- I thought you were s-someone else..."
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2025 6:25 pm
Wolframite has felt the DMC agent close by but hadn't thought much of it. Since there was a tentative alliance, there wasn't any reason in particular to bother them. If anything, it was better just to keep good relations up to say hello, but he always had a twisting feeling in his gut whenever the Dark Moon Court was involved. It had been ages since everything that had happened, but the guilt was still present, mingled into so many issues that he had hoped were mostly resolved and some that would forever stick with him. There was also the worry that he was somehow known to them in the worst possible regard, and that just made talking to them seem less than ideal.
And there was also the mirror walking.
The idea alone made his tail bristle.
Not making a show to leave, he just stuck to his patrol spot for the night, checking his phone to see where he might want to teleport for the evening. Then again, 1 DMC wouldn't be bad for energy harvesting. There were plenty of blocks around to find someone to drain.
As he considered this, the energy signature started to come closer and Wolframite jumped at the voice that nearly rushed right at him.
Jumping back, he turned, claws raised in a defense position to face whatever the senshi was trying to pull. That was before their stuttering threw him off and, clearly just as confused, started to lower his hands.
What was going on?
"Oh."
Looking for Someone else?
"Do you - know the officer's name?" He guessed some of the Negaverse would make alliances with the DMC with them not being their direct enemy. People who trusted more easily and regarded the DMC as more friend than possible foe. Those who never had seen the DMC as a foe before.
Maybe the more new-age officers, right? Was he too old school now? Outdated with his ideas?
Wolframite's hands fully dropped to his side, not seeing any apparent moves to attack him. Still, his tail was swaying with agitation and tense nervousness.
Not sensing any other Negaverse, he wondered who they were looking for.
"A general?" They'd have similar energy signatures he supposed, though his was a bit different due to his youma half. "Or...a youma?"
Then, more importantly.
"You shouldn't rush at a officer. You could get stabbed." Or burnt, electrocuted, skewered, or set on fire. Really, anything. When it came to fights, it was attack first and ask questions later - if they were still alive.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2025 3:18 pm
This not-his-fiancé General was gonna rip his eyes out. Narcissus only became aware of those large, raised paws and even bigger claws after he'd stumbled and stuttered through some semblance of a greeting. But once he'd noticed them, he froze with all the rigidity of a glass sculpture- still, stiff, brittle, delicate. Magenta orbs were wide as saucers, and even his typically-overactive thoughts were condemned to silence.
It was probably only the breadth of a second that the General seemed likely to strike, and only a handful of seconds more that Narcissus started to reboot, triggered in part by how non-confrontational the question sounded.
'We're fine, we're fine. And we're gonna stay that way. Don't do anything to make this worse.'
"Uuuhhhhmm." Despite his self assurances, the long note still came out unnaturally high, pitching enough to make Narcissus' voice crack. "Well- yes, I-I do... But it's- it's not important, or anything. I mean, I'm not looking-looking for him, I just thought that s-since there was an aura here- that you were him. But you're not- It's f-fine. I just wasn't expecting s-someone else. That's all." There probably wasn't any harm in just telling this General who he was with and explaining the situation better than he had, but it felt like it should be Rakovanite's decision to admit any affiliation with him, more than Narcissus'...
Rakovanite shared both of their identities openly with his team, so obviously he didn't feel compelled to secrecy... But Narcissus didn't know this General at all, and when it was someone else's security (his fiancé's) at risk, he had to be careful.
"I d-don't usually run at anyone- uh, definitely someone I don't know. It's just that I thought you were someone safe, who wouldn't stab anyone from my Court just for approaching them. -At least, Ithinkhewouldn't." Blurted quick and unsure because it was genuinely impossible to know who Rakovanite might think deserved to be stabbed- or starseeded. "...It's hard to tell, sometimes. But I must've startled you? I'm s-sorry for the trouble."
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2025 4:16 pm
The stammering and quick admission that they really did think he was about to stab him was delightful to say the least. As much as Wolframite knew he had to play nice, seeing a DMC shake at the sight of him still overjoyed him. True, he didn't know this senshi at all and at the end of the day, he just looked scary. As much as his half-youmafication had made him unable to blend into normal society, it at least had the positive of making people tense around him. Well, aside from the weirdos who wanted to pet him. That group had no sense of self-preservation.
Glowing-yellow eyes stared at this stammering senshi as he smiled. "Well, maybe in the past I would have." He definitely had, and much worse than that. Even now, the idea was there, whispering in his ear that they were alone. Still, a DMC starseed would not be welcomed if it wasn't for any reason. It was hard to say self-defense when you had a starseed in your hand. Still, stories could be made up.
No. He promised the Queen and himself he would be better. The past was behind him. " - but I'm better than that now." This was more spoken to him than at Narcissus.
Sighing, he took a deep breath to suppress any old desires for murder. That war was a old one and long since dead.
"I'm not going to stab you. Just - don't run up on officers. We have a alliance of sorts - but that won't stop anyone from claiming it was an accident when they cut into you or worse."
They regarded the other slowly now that they had a few steps of distance between them. It was strange that, outside of the energy signature, how many DMC just looked like the usual Corrupt Senshi. It was the lack of a crack mark on them that did it.
"There are a lot of generals in the Negaverse. You can't be rushing to anyone thinking they might be your friend. Not everyone has found memories of your lot." He said, trying hard not to let his tone slip on that one.
Calm down. It's fine. They're just some random DMC looking for a agent. Apparently people are kinder to one another these days.
"Though - you're not sure the person you are looking for won't stab you? So shouldn't not be rushing at even them?" Seemed a bit of a confusion friendship.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2025 3:22 pm
'I don't-' was on the tip of his tongue again, but Narcissus bit it back. The advice was sound for pretty much any agent outside of Rakovanite's team- and even some of them Narci would prefer to not risk startling. Whether he usually would or wouldn't run at someone from the Negaverse didn't really matter when he had this time. He'd thought it was Rakovanite, and it wasn't. He could have been perceived as a threat and attacked.
"Right. Sorry again... Though I think we have a- uh- a s-slightly better reputation than 'your lot.'" It was out before he could even have the thought that he should keep it to himself. Narcissus' nose scrunched, wincing as he recognized the insult.
"Well, what I m-mean is- We don't usually go around causing problems for other people. The draining, I guess is the same, but we don't have a handbook suggesting we kill people, so... I think uh- whatever the unf-fond memories are- they're probably caused by you."
And that explanation probably didn't make the first statement any less offensive, and Narcissus was aware of that as his expression continued to look pinched and his fingers twisted tightly around the bottom hem of the fabric overlaid across his shoulders. "N-no. It's just that a solid percentage of Negaverse agents and senshi d-don't even have fond memories of the Negaverse, so just- Why would you expect anyone else to. Uh- rather- Who would?" Oh, God, what was his point? What had he been trying to say? "W-we don't do anything that would give people bad memories. Not like you guys do..."
He was apparently going to keep digging this grave until he was buried in it.
"Not me, though. Y'know, I have lots of g-good memories with the Negaverse. My closest friends are agents and Negaverse Senshi, who would almost d-definitely not stab me in any way I didn't agree to. Uh, hi. I'm Narci." Smooth as butter.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2025 4:09 pm
He was always a reactive kind of person. It's what got him into a lot of messes. That passion, but also that anger. It was hard to control, but on the battlefield, it made for great fuel.
But in times of peace, it was hard to leash.
The DMC senshi continued to apologize, and Wolframite was about to just let things smooth over and move on to more generalized talk. Was this their patrol area? Should he not hunt for energy here then if it was visited too often? That kind of basic intel gathering.
But they kept talking, and his ears shot back at the implications that the Dark Moon Court was somehow sparkling pure compared to the Negaverse. Then it was the accusation that he caused any unfound memories.
The words hit their too-tender mark, and he was up in the senshi's face in a instant, claws gripping that arm that was clutching their hem in a firm grip.
"I DID NOT cause anything. It was YOUR people and that b***h Ares that - " And he stopped, seeing his glowing eyes in the others before he stepped back, releasing.
Gritting his teeth, he stepped away, shaking off the sudden flaring anger that made him all the more inclined to want to decapitate the senshi.
"You best be mindful that your side is no cleaner than ours. Your people have a very bad history. One I'm personal with." He stated, turning to round back on him, but stopping only two feet away again.
Down boy.
"You might have better leadership now, but you didn't before." The large claws at his side flexed, itching for carnage. It was orders and the obedience to those orders that kept him in check.
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