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 Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2025 12:29 am
Ahh, the alleyways.
A place where Dem usually avoids due to the sussy nature of it all, but ever since he ran into that knight with that stupid whip [that's the SECOND one he's encountered, but the other one was male with a lasso], he decided to venture out a bit. It's proven to be very fruitful given the fact that a lot of drunks hang out there and made for easy prey. Not for killing [that was extremely distasteful], but for energy draining. Dem will only take a starseed if the person attached to it was particularly asinine or he just had a random surge of chaos going through him and he couldn't help himself.
That hasnt happened in a bit so he figured he was good to keep on doing his job without any issues. Right now, he didn't feel the least bit sorry for the poor drunken man that was passed out by the dumpster he himself was hiding behind. “Poverina...Forse non dovresti andare in giro in uno stato così vulnerabile” (Poor thing...Maybe you should not wander around in such a vulnerable state) he clicked his tongue and shook his head, playing around with the energy for a bit while he decided on where to go next.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2025 11:05 am
Alleys were gross.
The feeling of Chaos in his periphery was even worse, and while normally he was one to avoid them altogether, a sense of duty nagged at him in the same way his parents did whenever he tested the limits of his curfew.
So Gimle adjusted course, quickly checking the time on his phone before dismissing it to his subspace and heading toward the icky aura that was rubbing up against his subconscious. It had his lip curling, though his expression was as it usually was–like a bully had spat on his sneaker and was daring him to do something about it. He would never–his growth spurt hadn't quite hit him yet, so he was as small and scrawny as he'd always been for all of his pre-teen and (all two whole years of) his teenage life–because he'd always had a decent sense of self-preservation, but the difference now was…
"Absolutely nothing," he muttered, slinking his way toward the alley in question. "Kinda like here," he said, brows scrunching together. The aura was here, he could sense it and all its grossness, but besides the drunk guy it was apparently empty.
So…was it…the drunk guy?
Did Chaos folks like to get drunk on the job?
"Hey!" he called to the man, not wanting to get too close because, again, sense of self-preservation, but not wanting to leave just yet either. Calling out did nothing–he wasn't sure why he expected anything different–so taking a quick look around, he grabbed the closest thing that looked easy enough to throw, set his sights, and chucked a stone at the guy.
He missed–of course–and hit the dumpster.
Maybe that would wake the guy up.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2025 11:07 am
Oh...Great.
Dem could feel the stupid...What? goody? Feeling of order coming his way and he was a bit peeved about it. Maybe if he kept hidden behind the dumpster, it would go away? Then he could continue his energy gathering to meet quota tonight. Not that Wither was going to be down his throat about it [the man was too busy with his children anyway], but he did like to try his best at everything he did otherwise it would be dissatisfying. The order signature came closer and he kept hidden, trying not to snort at the fact that the dumb...Kid? Thought that the poor knocked out man was the one emitting the signature.
After he threw a rock at the man, Dem decided to throw his voice to make it seem like the drunk was in pain, moaning pathetically. If it drew the kid closer, then he would start taking energy, but he hoped the poor guy was smart enough to leave and pretend he saw nothing. He's heard that some of the order do that and he wondered if that weighed on their conscience at all with them being 'good'. Either way, it didn't affect him any, except for when they decided to get in his way.
“W-Whyyyy would you threw something….At meh?” He was fighting to keep from laughing his a** off, “I…hurtssss.” It helped that the drunk moved pitifully while remaining on the ground. Yes you dumb a**, make it seem as real as possible.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2025 11:10 am
While the response sounded off, he’s drunk so that made enough sense. Gimle blinked at the question and did his best to focus on the guy, still down by the dumpster despite the loud clang the stone hitting metal made. "Keeping a safe distance," he replied, glancing around again and picking up another stone, this time a slightly bigger one.
"You get it, right? Kid running into a drunk guy in a dark alley?" It sounded horrible, and in this case was barely true, but he was being careful! That was most definitely true, not to mention appropriate in any setting, including one where the kid was endowed with magic powers.
He chucked the stone again, sighing as he watched it disappear behind the dumpster.
"Get up so we can talk properly! And I'll stop throwing things."
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2025 11:12 am
He supposed he could stop messing with the poor kid.
But then again, this was too much fun and he intended to milk every bit of it.
The guy moved again so he spoke as the guy moved, “Nuuuu….Toooo fluppin drunks…Go way.” If the kid didn't leave after that, he supposed he would get up and show him the error of his ways. While he couldn't do much with a string, he could make it work. Besides, the kid asked for it right? That and he was a knight so he should know the risks. Dem carefully put the energy he took from the drunk into subspace and prepared. A good and swift punch to the jaw should work just fine.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2025 11:18 am
Gimle narrowed his eyes at the curious way the guy moved and replied, and he was judging him into oblivion for his life choices that landed him next to an alley dumpster in the middle of the night, but he bit his tongue and chucked another stone at him instead.
He was normally a good kid, but he had to keep a safe distance, so.
Throwing stones seemed a better option.
"No," he said, trying not to sound too childish. "Something feels off about you. Or," he wrinkled his nose up at both the stench and the gross Chaotic aura that he stepped toward. "Around you…I guess. And it isn't you, I…think I'm supposed to do something about it."
Like help, maybe, but depending on what the Chaos was…
Well. He could afford to find out, considering they didn't feel overwhelmingly powerful.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2025 11:19 am
Well, if he wanted to be cautious, then he would have to come to the kid instead.
Sighing, Dem grabbed one of the rocks that was closest to him and stood up, revealing all six foot three inches of himself. “Geez kid, you could’ve left you know… Now I have to hurt you because you decided to be a nosy goodie two shoes instead of running home to do homework or something.” He threw the rock at the knight as hard as he could, walking casually towards him. “This guy was about to drag an unwilling girl down for something I'm sure you don't even know the name of yet. So I decided to help her out and take my remaining quota from him as punishment.”
He kicked the groaning civilian and continued to move towards the knight, but not before picking up another rock to throw at him. “You know, for a good guy, I don't think throwing rocks at a poor civilian fits your mo. Ever thought about joining the right side? Or are you just as brainwashed as the rest of them?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2025 11:20 am
Ugh.
Why'd he have to be so…tall?!
Not that he was insecure about his height or anything. He was still growing! There was still time for him to grow, his parents reassured him, so he was worried, but he wasn't too worried. There was a difference.
Gimle wrinkled his nose at the tall man and looked between him and the flopped over guy on the ground, quickly putting two and two together that tall-guy was also bad-guy. So that made him…tall-bad-guy? Which sounded lame so he was about to ask for his name–completely ignoring the warning about putting himself in harm's way because he stayed and all that–when he saw the stone coming at him.
He barely dodged in time, openly glaring at tall-bad-guy after dodging it.
"I was throwing them around him, to try and wake him up," he said rather defiantly, though he took a step back to try and keep some distance between him and tall-bad-guy. "And I am on the right side, so you can save your breath."
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 1:16 pm
Ah so the kid was scared? Or maybe just cautious? Either way, he figured he could at least scare him off without hurting him. It's strange to have kids in this war, something he doesn't agree with at all and makes him glad that his side does not do that. Dem took a step forward as he took a step backwards, tossing his tinsel in the air like he was contemplating before straight up charging at the kid, turning to the side to aim a kick at his midsection. “Go home kid. You don't belong here on the streets and I don't want to hurt you anymore than I would have.” if he ran back to mommy and daddy [or daddy and daddy or mommy and mommy, he doesn't judge], then he would consider this a job well done and he could go home with his spoils.
However, it didn't seem like the kid would be all that smart, so he would have to wait and see what he would do next.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 1:18 pm
The Page's eyes went wide and he froze where he stood at the sight of the agent charging him. Without really thinking he threw his cube this time, and his arms went up to try and defend himself against the incoming attack.
Though to his surprise, it never actually came.
– [ ] –
It was rare for her to actually get angry about the war as a whole. They were all just people on two different sides of a line, as far as she could tell, and butting heads in any war was an inevitability; she was just doing her best to try and keep those on her side safe. But there were boundaries that no person, in her opinion, should ever cross in virtually any context.
An adult putting hands on a helpless (more or less, anyway, given the whole…powered thing) minor was one of those.
"No, you don't," she said through gritted teeth as she propelled herself at max speed to intercept the attack. There was no way to put herself between the two, so rather than aim for that sliver of a space she instead aimed for the Agent himself, tackling him with the full force of her shield and the entirety of her being into the nearby wall just before his kick landed.
The wall caved in slightly with the impact, not that she was overly concerned about the guy's safety at the moment.
Anyone who was powered was more resilient, anyway. He was probably fine.
Successful hit with perms~ u_u
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 1:18 pm
One moment, he was about to kick a kid that was on the wrong side of the fence…
The next?
Getting smashed into the wall by a ******** glowing goddess.
s**t…He might be trying to pursue someone already, but…He would risk changing sides if it meant he could be around a beauty like that. Right now though? <********> that hurt. Pulling himself away from the dent he made in the wall, Dem spit out a bit of blood and laughed. “s**t kid…Didn't tell me there were bellezze(beauties) like that on your team? Maybe I might be on the wrong side of the fence~” Either way, he figured now that the kid had some backup that was WELL out of his power range, the agent chuckled and hopped back. “Overstayed my welcome I guess…” He saluted the kid and winked at the pretty glow stick of a female, leaping up onto the rooftop and taking off. Going to see Xander was going to be weird, but he had no choice.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 1:21 pm
Gimle sputtered a bit at the sight of the glowing Knight, though he very quickly snapped out of it when the Agent started talking. He wasn't one to look tough no matter how much he scrunched up his face, but he tried anyway.
He looked about as intimidating as a soggy napkin, but the effort had to count for something.
Before he could even start to think of a snarky reply, though, the agent was gone.
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