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 Posted: Tue May 13, 2025 5:08 pm
Wolframite didn't stick to one place for patrols. The city was massive and that meant ample opportunity to check out new areas and districts. It also just helped break up some of the monotony and kept him on his toes. While he did have some preferred haunts, being too comfortable sometimes meant you dropped your guard.
It also helped to check out places that he might want to visit in the daylight.
The area was nice, collected with a few cozy shops and businesses with outside seating and awnings. It looked like a place that welcomed foot traffic more than actual traffic, a rare priority in the city. With it being the dead of night, it was easy to just walk down the sidewalk. In his uniform, he could pass off as a security officer - if they didn't look too close. The youma ears and tail didn't help pull the look together though.
Spring was already here but he was dreading summer. A full uniform and fur - bit of a nightmare to stay cool. Maybe he should scope some places that had water fountains nearby.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2025 4:24 pm
Dant was weary, another night serving hot mochas and another evening to come to patrol, would he ever make it back to his own world to defeat that evil - wait what was that outside? His eyes darted. Good the manager had decided to close up shop early tonight. He quicky changed out of his work clothes, and then 'left', He went behind the shop in the alley and made sure no one was looking. Then he powered up as Sailor Sekhmet of Sandstorms. Sure enough, immediately he sensed the Negaverse. However, was it Officer or Youma? Seemed to be a blur of the two. Oh well, if he needed help, he 'd call. He sighed. Another day, another battle. He leaped and landed beside the wolf man without warning, his golden reptilian skin nearly glowing in the pale moon light. "So," He commented humdrumly to the wolfman. "Out for a little stroll?"
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2025 6:27 pm
The Order signature was sudden. Not there and uncomfortable close to hm the next moment. Still, typically his signature kept those who didn't want to fight away - which was most of Order. Still, it made the fur down his tail stand on end, bristling as he walked slowly. Glowing gold eyes looked about, staring out before, all too quickly, the senshi was right upon him. Wolframite knew they were close by, but to rush at him and leave towards him was another thing.
He teleported back, giving himself a few paces of space to prevent any close-range attacks. Not all senshi had those they could throw out from a distance, and he couldn't see any reason why this senshi would need to get close unless it was to attack.
Claws up and ready to slice, he glared at this intruder to his personal space.
And then - they talked.
Eyes narrowed, not sure if this was just some casual battle banter to shake him up, and he gritted his teeth as he stood firm.
What - a strange senshi. The outfit wasn't typical of your usual senshi garb. There was no large bows, butt-wings, or even the typical looking headband. Yet, they didn't FEEL like a knight either. Usually knights had weapons of some sort. What exactly was he looking at right now?
His eyes went over and could see the glimmering of their skin in the dim streetlights.
"Patrol." He corrected.
If they were talking, he'd talk.
"You don't look like other senshi."
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2025 1:01 pm
Sekhmet frowned. "Patrol? As humans might say that's my line - and to answer your query - no. No, I am not an ordinary Senshi. Most Senshi these days (and yes, I know you don't believe it) are born here on Earth - technically they are reincarnated Senshi. I am what is called a "Deep Space Senshi" - that is I am an alien race (though not all are) and I was born on my Homeworld - lived there an impossibly long time, watched and could do little as Chaos ravaged my world, and came to Earth to gather strength and help when I come." A weary expression on his golden face, he glanced at the Agent. "You don't seem to be the typical Agent, yourself."
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2025 6:35 pm
Wolframite stared at this odd senshi, not only because they were being this talkative, but because they just outright admitted they were an alien. For a moment, he wondered why they would even talk this much to a Negaverse Officer, until he remembered they were somewhat on good terms with them. In a weird way, they weren't outright enemies.
That was even stranger.
"Right. I heard something about your kind. I just never had the chance to really talk to any of you."
"I'm a half-youma. I'm not a full human any longer. A creation of too much Chaos to a starseed." He offered in return, deciding to maintain this bizarre yet friendly conversation. "Not one of us look exactly the same. Our features all can take on any attribution during the change to our bodies."
He looked about and then back at the other. "General Wolframite." He said, offering a large clawed hand.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2025 8:48 pm
"Hmm, you're not like any Chaos I've ever met. Believe me, I know. I've been alive since the Silver Millennium." Sekhmet sighed and sat down in a slump next to the dumpster. He looked up to Wolframite, with another weary look. "I wonder what your silly concept of Chaos and Order is. No offense. By the way, I'm Sailor Sekhmet of Sandstorms." He shook his head. "I was not supposed to live this long. No Senshi or Knight ever was." He closed his eyes with a flicker of pain, remembering his time on Sekhmet. "Back then, there were no Negas, Youmas, or Corrupted, or DMS Senshi. Chaos was in a primerial form back them. I was chosen by Mother Sekhmet to be her guardian and representative. I was further more her representative in the Court of our worlds, the other races practically all Humans. But they were my friends and family, and back home, I had my lover, a girl I was to marry." He closed his eyes once more as a flicker of pain went through his face. "One day, my closest friend among the court, and my mentor, became possessed by Chaos. He destroyed his own world, and most of the other Court Rep, all Senshi, further more the Reps that had survived (which included myself), swore to protect the Court Worlds that had lost their Senshi, until more could be awakened." Sekhmet wondered why he was telling all this to a stranger, an enemy. However, he continued his story. "Soon after we survivors returned to our own worlds, Galactic communications and travel was cut off. We were trapped on our own worlds. Then the worst happened..." Sekhmet's golden reptilian skin started shedding a little; a Sekhmite sign of deep sorrow and loss. "An asteroid hit my world, weirdly not leaving a dent in the world. Its' rocky shell peeled off and I could sense the deadly Chaos that formed the giant cabbage within." He closed his eyes, deep pain within. "It absorbed anyone or anything that came close, using their images and voices to lure in loved ones. My people's population quickly dwindled. I fought it to no avail, forced to watch as strangers and loved one were taken and absorbed. And Mother Sekhmet stopped me from aging, and lengthened my lifespan so I could continue to fight. After 500 years, I realized that nothing existed on the planet any longer except that cabbage of Chaos and myself, continuing our seemingly eternal battle. I spent 500 more years alone on the planet fighting that dreadful thing." His eyes closed one more time, remembering the loneliness. "And then I got the chance to come to Earth, and found the reincarnated forms of my team." "And though time to time I am called in to defend the Earth from more Chaos, my primary mission is to gain strength, and allies to return to my home, and destroy that Cabbage." He had a grim look on his face, which relaxed and he looked up at Wolframite with wonder. "So, what is your story?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2025 12:45 pm
Wolframite was disarmed by Sekhmet's candid attitude and willingness to share personal information about their life. Most senshi wouldn't even trust their name to an officer, let alone their history. They talked as if they were drinking at a bar, unloading the tragedies of their life. 500 years? This Senshi was a many times a great grandfather in terms of legacy. Wolframite felt old as is, and they weren't even hitting 40 yet. However, if the Negaverse had demanded him to fight until eternity, he would accept such a sentence of duty in hopes to see some final end.
But long life didn't mean immortality. He was sure that, if he reached into them, he could kill them.
However, there was no urgency if there was no want to harm them. Wolframite would follow the agreement of the Negaverse to not strike unless attacked - begrudgingly.
"I am not as old as you. I was born on this planet. I was recruited in my teens. My memory of my life is however broken due to my corruption. I have lost recollection of who I was when I was out of uniform. Instead, I have served the Negaverse through mistake and victory over and over until my youmafication. There is not much to note."
He didn't feel any want or desire to inform Sekhmet of his purification and corruption when just meeting a complete stranger, not to mention his overall distrust of senshi in general.
"Why do you have scales? Does your power somehow distort your body or are you not human?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2025 1:13 pm
Sekhmet frowned at Wolframite's question. In the old days, it would have been considered rude, however, in this setting it was oddly appropriate. "I am not Human, I am Sekhmite. Sekhmite are reptilian humanoids. As you Humans have your races, Black, Whiite, etc., we did as well. There were four - the Bronzites (the fewest and therefore Royalty), the Silveren (the next rarest, and therefore the Nobility), the Golden (less rare and therefore Commoners and Peasants and finally the Platinumites (the least rare, and therefore; chattel). "My world was hardly perfect, but it was learning, and it was better than being destroyed by Chaos." He looked up at Wolframite with questioning eyes and asked him, "Is that what you want for your own Homeworld of Earth - to completely destroy all life? Because that is the way of Chaos - to destroy everything in its' path... Once destroyed, Life cannot return. That is why Chaos is called Chaos. Nega officers and such, they get paid and so forth, but Chaos destroys their souls as well, and their worlds... Why do you think that Chaos saves? That they make you gather energy? They lie to you, and if you choose not to fight, they punish you. "WMS, Knights, Order Mauvians and other Order Members spend their own energy and work toward saving lives. They do it without being paid, they do it without being forced to. They volunteer their time and their safety, even the safety of loved ones to fight and protect life itself. They are able to choose to quit and give up at their own desire, or even not to accept in the first place - at the price of endangering their planet of Earth in doing so.. but they have that choice - the fact that innocents will die is the only punishment they receive. Won't you rather the choice, than to be punished for choosing not to? Think about that. "Well, I've said my piece. Good Night, General." Sekhmet stood up and jumped to a building far away and then to another. Soon he was well out of the signature sensing range and found a place to power down, and was gone. Though that night, he realized he felt a little better. Was that speech for the General or was it for himself?
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