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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2025 8:38 pm
Quote: The Meteor Shower (3) : It wouldn't be a star festival without a meteor shower! Right on time, a beautiful array of shooting stars graces the night sky. This time of year is unnaturally clear and it's incredibly easy to see the stars. Most meteor fragments appear to be little white or yellow lights streaming across the sky, but if you watch closely enough you may find that some of them seem to be a whole rainbow of colors. The scientists have reported that it's just different components burning up as they enter the atmosphere, but there's something undeniably magical about it. Strictly speaking, Thalassa probably needed to go home.
Well, back to LiĂĄnlĂ and Huanxiâs place, which was effectively home. As close as anything on Earth was being something like that. So it probably made sense to think of it as such, or something. But what did Thalassa of all people even know about âhomeâ? Yes, maybe Heibing Morningstar had lived on Thalassa and maybe heâd grown up there, but hadnât he always slept better on Pyrrhus and Troilus? Wasnât one meant to feel safe at whatever place called âhomeâ? Even considering the Greyna of it all on PyrrhusâŚâŚ Given how badly it had gone when Heibing had put a lock on his chamber doorâ
Sitting up in a tree, Thalassa looked out over the parkâs grass and pathways. At least for the moment, he didnât notice anything terribly amiss. Nobody he recognized. Nothing that he could pick out as trouble, not through the warm haze that had settled into his mind, softening the edges of everything, even though the liquor still left him an empty ache throbbing inside of him, as though something had gored him out with one of those scoops that they used at the shops with the ice cream. Nor did it drown out his awareness of what he knew lurked outside his reach, capable of finding him whenever it wanted. Darkness, absolutely crushing black, cold like the feeling of a glass bottle pressing against the scars that snaked up the insides of his thighs, hungrier than Heibing dimly wished that he still feltâ
âa hunger that can never be satisfied, hunger like hands grabbing at him, fumbling in the dark and groping for everything they could, squeezing everywhere, his body no longer his own but that wasnât different from normal for him, was it? when his soul and his life and everything he was belonged first and foremost to his world, to their people? how different was it really for someone else to claim his bodyâ
All over the park, people paused, watching as rainbow-colored lights fell from the sky. Part of Thalassa wanted to enjoy that. Instead, he jerked the clear glass bottle up from between his thighs. He could read the red label on it even less than he could read most things on this planet. What practice Thalassa had gotten with contemporary languages, it had come from 21st century English, not the elegant characters that took up most of the label with their intersecting swoops and strokes. But the attendant at the market LiĂĄnlĂ had taken him to before had helped Heibing identify the bottle as the âRed Starâ8 Yearâ brew of baijiu that heâd overheard LiĂĄnlĂ talking about earlier in the afternoon.
Telling Ryla, Imnolu, and ******** Xin Huanxi all about why he, LiĂĄnlĂ, wouldnât have bothered drinking baijiu even if he hadnât quit drinking alcohol years before even meeting his overly supervisory other half.
It went down smoothly, with the burn only kicking him in the throat as Thalassa tried to pick out all of the flavor notes. Distantly, he felt something else flare upâsomething on his aura senses. Something cold, and sharp, and rancid with ChaosâNegaverse Chaos. Part of Thalassa wanted to go and fight it, just to start a fight. Even if their power level felt fairly close to his own, heâd get a rush out of fighting themâŚâŚnot worth abandoning the drink, though.
Not until Thalassa caught a better glimpse of the person attached to the aura as he stalked the park, getting closer to Thalassaâs tree. Silver hair skirting near the ground and a high-collared green jacket (green like the star charm heâd been fiddling with) that made something inside Thalassa burn. Quickly, he shuffled the bottle into his subspace, with one of the alcohol stashes heâd started amassingâthe one that wasnât hidden around his room, where somebody else could have found it and snitched to LiĂĄnlĂâs Man about it just like Yuanhan, just like Heibingâs older brother, always pawing around and grabbing at things that were not hisâ
But the senshi in green drew closer. Snarling softly, Thalassa shifted on his branch. Trid to get himself in a better position from which to pounce, even though the world and green leaves all around him briefly seemed to spin.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2025 9:14 pm
Quite honestly, Tyndareus found the act of draining energy rather boring. But he wanted to climb the ranks, to prove he was nothing like those fools dedicated to their outer space forts, that he was here for Earth and Earth alone. Which meant, of course, that he needed to do as much grunt work as possible while figuring out where he stood in this world he'd entered. Excelling at the grunt work would likely result in him staying at the bottom of the food chain, so he needed to find a way to make himself stand out in other ways. Still, in the meantime, he needed to fill energy quotas. That cannon of theirs might need to be charged again at any time. He rolled his shoulders back as he wandered around, searching out more people stumbling around drunk at night or something of the like. Only to suddenly sense an aura of one of those white moon senshi nearby. "You might as well come out," he said aloud to the darkness, stopping where he was and peering around. Where were they?
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2025 5:05 pm
Watching the idiot in the green get closer, Thalassa couldnât help feeling sick. Maybe part of that was down to being drunk and not firmly rooted on the ground. But Thalassa would need to endure. Somebody had to do the right thing for Tyndareus and drag him to a ******** Princess, since none of his shitty so-called âfriendsâ in the Negaverse would ever do it. Really, someone needed to drag them back to the right side whether they liked it or not as well, but they werenât Thalassaâs ******** problem. Not in the same way that Tyndareus was.
Unsteady though he felt, Thalassa clung to his tree branch with one arm, and waited for Tyndareus. He watched the specter that had long ago been his friend getting closer and closer to his hiding place.⌠Once he got close enough, Thalassa glared and pointed down at him, summoning his magic. Even diminished by the passage of time and the infection of Chaos that had poisoned Thalassaâs homeworld, his magic would hopefully help to knock some of the wind from Tyndareusâs lungs. Get him off his game just enough to make this hurt him more. Maybe pain would help Thalassa make his ******** point.
But Thalassa didnât wait to ensure that the magic had done its job. He only had so long to act before it would run out. With a snarling roar, like the tiger-foxes that had once called his world home, Thalassa flung himself out of the tree and into Tyndareusâs chest. His intent was simple: knock the b*****d down. Get him pinned. Make this new, stupider Tyndareus look him in the eye until something triggered for him. The way so many children these days spoke of recovering memories of their previous incarnations, Bernardâs memories had to be there somewhere, maybe locked inside his starseed.
If not, then at least exacting some violence on this moron would make Thalassa feel better.genovianxprince Sailor Scout Attack: âWeary Flop.â Thalassa selects one target within a ten-foot radius and points at them, glaring intently. The target is immediately hit with a feeling of mild exhaustion, as if they have spent several hours working hard without a break. Physically, targets feel tired and drained but not completely empty; they may feel slightly dizzy or develop a mild headache. Emotionally, targets may feel any combination of worn down, irritable, detached, or confused. They may experience an increased sense of self-doubt or more difficulty making decisions. While not completely overwhelming, these feelings may make targets struggle to keep fighting. This magic lasts thirty seconds, with any lingering effects at player discretion. Thalassa may use this attack three times per battle.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 7:29 pm
Later, Tyndareus would blame one of the colorful meteors streaking across the sky for momentarily blinding him. In the moment, though, all he could think was <********> He hadn't expected the magic to so suddenly tear him down; confusion and exhaustion wafted through his body like a twelve-hour shift moving boxes with no break in the heat. His body began to buckle on its own even before the crazy alien senshi bodied him to the ground. He almost wished panic would grip him, because at least then adrenaline would be running through his body, but it didn't. The magic sank into his bones and he gazed listlessly upwards into the kind of... pretty eyes of the alien senshi. his addled brain couldn't form a rational thought, not with this magic fogging his brain and nearly tying his bones to the earth in exhaustion. Was this how strong alien senshi normally were? "Who?" he managed to say, slowly blinking. Every thought, every word, was a struggle.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2025 11:26 pm
Getting Tyndareus pinned on his back came with a rush of victory, warm and sweet, flaring up in Thalassaâs chest. He only realized as they hit the groundâas a sharp pain smacked into his knees, jolting up his ragged, scarred thighsâthat part of him hadnât expected his idea to work. Some part of him had assumed that he wouldnât have necessary physical mass to pull off this attack. Nothing like the old days. Except for the stink of liquor lingering in the air around him, coming out of his mouth and pores alike. That part hadnât changed anything more than the labels on the specific bottles.
Under the lamplight from the nearby pathâmaybe more alcohol-blurred around the edges than Thalassa wanted to admitâthe new Tyndareusâs features almost could have passed for Bernardâs. Only almost, though. The longer Thalassa looked at the man below him, the more something about New Bernardâs features looked so perverted from what they should have been, so fundamentally broken, and twisted, and wrong. Like staring into a mirror with infinite spider-webbed cracks. Maybe that was only down to him being well past buzzed and comfortably into âincreasingly drunkâ territory, but maybe it was something about the reincarnation process.
Same way (not really) that this straddling position felt so familiar (a place that Thalassa knew he had been with men beforeâobviously never with Bernard, Imnolu, or Rylafein, whoâd all had higher standardsâbut with a wide variety of beauties) and at the same time, so alien (he hadnât been in a position like this for a thousand years. His body wasnât the same as it had once been. Not enough substance to himâ) âŚâŚ********, as soon as Tyndareus quit reeling from the magic, heâd probably realize that getting Thalassa off of him was an easy enough task, really. Making a mental note to apologize to Ryla later, Thalassa shifted around, fixing one hand to each of his old-new friend-enemyâs shoulders. Heâd keep the son of a whore pinned as long as he could manage.
âThe ******** you mean âwho,â Tyndareus,â Thalassa spat back, despite knowing perfectly well what that single-word question meant and everything that was entailed in a starseedâs rebirth. After all, it wasnât as though the Sailor Thalassa whoâd been born Heibing Morningstar had lived up to the examples of every other Sailor Thalassa whoâd come before him. Still, he glared down at the unfamiliar face that still left him with such a powerful feeling of recognition. âReincarnation isnât permission to go repeating the same mistakes that got you killed last time, you ******** idiot. What lies did your masters in the Negaverse tell you, huh? To make you think that trusting Chaos was a good idea?â
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2025 11:13 pm
Tyndareus breathed slowly, trying to regain any of his senses. They weren't coming back to him so easily. The tiredness ached deep in his bones, keeping him pinned to the ground just as much as the alien pinning his shoulders did. "No lies, as far as I can see," he managed to reply. The magic seemed to be slowly easing off of him. "I've just been attacked by an alien invading Earth. Whatever killed me last time doesn't matter, because I'm new. I am better than whatever trash I was before. Whatever you think I am, whoever I was, I'm not that any longer. I don't care about whoever I was before. He's dead. You have no right to harass me."
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2025 9:39 pm
âOh, so you reincarnated stupid andâŚâŚwait.â Despite the situation being extremely tenseâdespite the inherent urgency of being involved in physical combat, never mind doing it when Thalassa knew what Tyndareusâs magic had been able to do a thousand years agoâhe allowed his mind to wander. Wrinkling his nose like an incredibly pensive bunny with brain fog, Thalassa bowed his head and looked away from Tyndareusâs face, over to the grass right beside them. âI mean.⌠You obviously arenât blind. YouâYouâre just stupid. And youâŚâŚâ
As his shoulders tensed and emotion made him tremble, Thalassaâs grip on Tyndareus slowly slackened. âAnd what ******** invasion?! Weâre a bunch of ******** refugees if anything. Because Chaosâlike the kind that you decided to let <******** your starseed rottenâit devastated our homes, and it slaughtered our peoples, and it exploded you! The old you! YouâŚâŚâ
All thoughts of holding Tyndareus down forgotten, Thalassa lifted one hand. He swiped his webbed fingers at Tyndareusâs cheek, trying to scratch and slap him at the same time, which meant he wound up spectacularly doing neither. âYouâthe Tyndareus I knew, heââ
A sharp inhale. More trembling. Somewhere, distantly, in the back of his mind, Thalassa got the sense that he would soon be powering down and fumbling over to Isidorâs, hoping beyond hope that Imnolu wasnât over tonight because going home and facing Huanxi or LiĂĄnlĂ while trying to sneak back into his room sounded like a special kind of torture that he probably deserved to have in his life? But the fact that he deserved it didnât mean that Thalassa wanted to ******** deal with it. With the aggressive disapproval from some perpetually sober ******** cop who didnât have any right to judge from his big, white jade pedestal where he got to be perfect while people like Heibing of House Morningstar had to live down here, in this world. Or, infinitely worse, the wide-eyed, genuine concern from the aforementioned copâs zhiyin or whatever they ******** called each other.
âIs that what they ******** told you to get you on side?!â As the shivering that wracked his limbs worsened, Thalassaâs vision grew cloudy. Damp. Shame writhed inside of every nerve, hot and sharp and sickening. As blood and heat rushed to his cheeks, the violently scarlet blush made the rest of Thalassaâs skin look that much paler. âThey told youâwhat? You were garbage? Or you were nothing without them?! You were never garbage, Tyndareus! You were my ******** friend!â
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2025 11:49 pm
Tyndareus would have to remember all these words and try to sort them out into useable information later. In the meantime... He bit at the webbing between Thalassa's fingers while the other senshi appeared to be having some kind of nervous breakdown, and threw the alien off of him. The magic had finally dissipated, and he sprinted away as fast as he could.
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