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 Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:35 pm
Thraen was glad that Aegir didn't seem concerned about just what he tried in order to wake him, at least until Aegir compared the magic to the date-rape drug. Then he choked on breathing a moment and flushed. "That's terrible- I would never-" "Not to an enemy or an ally. " "It isn't... right to well if its a war, they could be taken prisoner. but killing someone or hurting them beyond to just neutralize threat like that would be abjectly unethical. If we're to uphold Order, we must eschew unfairness and deceit. " "Even police tear gas is just meant to neutralize and control, not hurt people. You wouldn't actually do that, would you? If you had like magic?" Had he fallen in with a villain? It was still much, and he owed Aegir, for coming out and offering this exploratory. But advocating violence to a incapacitated foe was unconscionable. Maybe he was just suggesting it as a possibility, not as the proper course of action. Lots of things were possible in battle and war, and lots of choices came up that had to be made without preparation. A fight was volatile by nature, and unpredictable except by the loosest (even if strategically inclined and informed) approximation. "Are you sure you want to have a go again? You'd just fall over, and I don't know if I'm fast enough to catch you that many feet out. The flowers went out pretty far. "
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 11:02 pm
The look on Thraen's face was just... priceless! He was red-faced and all but stuttering; Colin would have been laughing, but it was a serious moment and it just didn't seem the right time to be doing any mirthful chuckling. "I was joking about the date-rape thing, Thraen." When Thraen further spoke about how attacking when a foe was incapacitated so completely was just wrong, when he asked if he would have maimed or killed a sleeping foe had he the powers to do so, Colin shook his head. "No." "I wouldn't do it. Ever." Words spoken in tone of voice that brooked no misunderstanding of intent; some might have taken advantage of such a thing, but it was clearly not in either of the pale-haired soldiers present. Two heartbeats, three - "Yep. I'm not afraid of a few bruises. I've had worse." "Hmm...you know, I could just hold my breath at first. Then we'd know if it was from the scent or from touching the blooms!" He sounded excited now; a better idea than trying to outrun the damned flowers Thraen was capable of growing magically. "what do you think?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 11:20 pm
Thraen gave a stern nod, less affronted by possibility and reassured of his companions morals. "Holding...your breath...a better idea. If you can cross the field and reach me before taking a breath, then we'll know its the perfume. If you pass out before that, we'll know it was contact. " The senshi of gardens eyeballed their little plot of ground and estimated as he walked backwards the space that the flowers had extended out from him before in order to put Aegir at their edge. "Ready? " He gave a moment for Aegir to breath in and hold the air. "Thraen Annual Planting !"The seeds out of air again, blowing them forth, and the spread of colour and growth. And Thraen felt tired. He stutter-stepped, gasping breath like he'd just hit a runner's wall. "That....does take it out of you..." "I don't think I can do that again." He lifted his gaze to Aegir's progress along the proverbial 'garden path'.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:30 am
With a resolute nod, Aegir prepared himself for the second 'attack' from Thraen; it was all about the timing. And about how long he could hold his breath (quite a while, thanks to his having expansive lungs from dance and meditation) "Ready!" Aegir narrowed his eyes and watched the white-haired garden-based Senshi carefully; when his companion was fully ready, Colin drew in a great lungful of air -- "Thraen Annual Planting !" -- magic swelled and blooms came into being, rushing towards him even as he dug his feet into the ground to propel him across the swiftly-filling floral space. It was harder than he thought, the whole 'running while holding one's breath" thing, but Colin managed it fairly well. Thraen's magic clearly wasn't touch-related - it was the scent! With burning lungs Aegir dropped to his knees next to the other youth and released the breath he'd been holding, breathing in the magical floral knock-out gas with a ragged gasp. "Oh-" Just as before, Aegir fell prettily asleep; at least this time he didn't fall very far and was at least partially cushioned by his own arms as he lay on the gritty-but-flower-covered cement. It was a pretty effective way of figuring out just what his magic did and how it affected someone - and at least this time, Thraen would know that he'd wake fairly soon...no need to freak out!
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 9:22 pm
A success! Aegir made it to him, so they knew at least so much as the method of the magic. What about duration though? Thraen winced when Aegir went down again, but it did provide the second aspect an immediate test - the senshi of Gardens scooped the Senshi of Silence in arms and carried him out of the blooms and away from them. He needed to know if once, well, poisoned if the sleep persisted. As he kept walking, the perfume no longer clouding round, the sleep DID persist, lasting the full 15 seconds. But this time, Thraen didn’t panic and calmly waited with Sleeping Beauty carefully in arms. He waited until he saw eyes fluttering before giving a smile, “Well, mission successful. It is the scent, and it lasts once you’re poisoned with it. Fifteen seconds. And I don’t think I could manage it more than twice." "Are you alright? No drowsiness?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 8:38 pm
Once more he woke in arms that were holding him, but didn't belong to his boyfriend. Aegir slowly returned to consciousness as the magic wore off; fully awake he grinned back at Sailor Thraen's smile and made a thumbs-up sign before trying to sit up without the other's arms for support. "Awesome. Now we know." It was important to know, yep. Very important to know so you were able to make informed choices when in battle. "Mm..I feel great, actually." He stretched and folded his legs under him momentarily, sure it would make his costume dirty but that never lasted from transformation to transformation. "Maybe you should offer your 'services' to people suffering from insomnia? You could put them to sleep, easy." Aegir was teasing, of course, but there were people out there that used drugs to do the same thing, so it wasn't really too far-fetched an idea. "Twice is my limit too." Well, he could use his attack twice if he wanted to end up exhausted, that is...but his magic lingered, in the form of a rope he could use in other ways, if he concentrated. "I wonder if that's pretty typical for us..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2013 3:58 pm
"Playing rhetorical question time growing up, imparting somnolence was never in my list of answers for 'if you could have a super power, what would it be?' " "A never empty cup of tea and TK were the usual answers." "Maybe? I haven't talked with anyone much about it except you. It seems like knowing each others magic would be teh way to go for strategy. Like knowing where to put your canon and MASH tents in a little-man plastic figure war game. " "I guess, at least if this magic works out, I won't hurt for being able to take prisoners. " Thraen shrugged, and got up, offering a hand down to Aegir, "Snacktime?" I feel like I could use some blood sugar.
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 9:42 am
Aegir chuckled, picking up a small pebble and tossing it away from them idly. "That does sound good. TK and either eidetic memory or flight were mine." And oh, he'd often spent hours thinking about things like that; playing "what-if" type games in his head or with company during car and bus rides, flights on airplanes or, if he couldn't sleep, staring up at the darkness over his head whilst laying in bed. "Yeah, you'd think it would...but I'm pretty sure that we're not all that organized." He frowned at this; it was true though - save for what seemed to be a few small groups of senshi that worked together, most of them were "free agents" that kind of just...ambled towards a similar, broad goal: keeping the Negaverse at bay. Castor had mentioned something about various "teams" but had not seemed to be working with one - or more - himself. "Unfortunately we're all pretty much like free agents. I've heard that there are a few groups running around...random senshi that work together for whatever reason(s) they might have." Clearly, he'd never joined up with any of them; in all honesty, beyond hearing about their existence and catching glimpses now and again, Aegir couldn't be absolutely sure such teams really existed! "Taking prisoners would be pretty handy, Thraen. I definitely think you've got the upper hand with that attack of yours." Aegir took the offered hand and rose to his feet, dusting himself off and smiling at Thraen. "Definitely, thanks." He could feel that dull emptiness that bespoke hunger approaching; if he didn't eat soon his stomach would start speaking to them.
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