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 Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 8:06 am
Even before Bischofite had finished Ate had felt the cold rush of anger and panic prickle across her skin and make its way to the top of her skull, goosebumps echoed down her arms and she felt like had just woken up with the worst hangover, her mouth cotton ball dry and her head suddenly banging. “It was true then…” But what was she truly angry at? That she had been lied to? That she had been fighting and killing humans without her knowledge? That they weren’t just cannon fodder? She wasn’t a stranger to murder, she had killed before but on equal grounds, when the chance of her mortality was just as strong as theirs, she just had to be the better fighter.
To know that these Youma had once been human, had once laughed and loved and cried – to have that taken from them and transformed into Youma…a form stronger or weaker depending on how the chaos had ravaged their bodies. Ate didn’t know how to take it. Was this a curse?
Or a blessing?
“I…didn’t know…” She muttered her eyes downcast towards a sleeping drunk, her mind playing tricks as she imagined him growing tentacles and 7 heads….not that she had ever come across a Youma like that but shock did amazing things to one’s mind. She breathed deeply trying to sort out the conflicts in her thoughts; she wanted to know, did this change anything? Was she going to stop killing them or kill them more? Did she even care? In that there was no question at least.
“But….but it changes nothing…other than they will gain my respect…in battle. To still be able to fight, and fight well, plagued like they are. That they are not just mindless beings pumped out of a factory like we are taught…that they have merit, they have life.” She looked back up at him with slitted eyes, her mouth in a forced smile as she tried to fathom it all out.
“It will not stop me of course, fighting them. Because I do enjoy that so…but at least now I will take pride in doing it, like I do when fighting hum-“ She stopped herself before she sounded like a crazed lunatic. Humans she was going to say, her own kind. Bischofite was right, when did you last see a Youma attacking another? “At least they knew loyalty to their own kind unlike us”
It may have not been the answer Bischofite was looking for but then again Ate was not your typical Senshi, she wasn’t your typical sane human being, but then again who was these days. At least she took pride in her foibles, her cracks. She embraced them. She was damaged goods and she loved it. If anything Bischofite had just made Youma a more worthy sport, and she would no longer kill them in the name of the Moon, but for the challenge and the excitement it brought to her with this new information.
“It was bliss -” She laughed referring to his earlier pun of ignorance. “ -but now…it is even better. I often think the fates are fighting back against my destiny, and you just to happen to be another, very pretty face, to help me along…”Strickenized That should defiantly happen though XD!!!
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 9:17 am
So this one actually possessed the propensity to adapt and shift her perspective. Good - she might prove a valuable asset if she continues her meanderings down this darker road. Whether the Negaverse would accept a traitor is beyond him, but it wasn't his decision to make. "You're a strange one," he began, "as most senshi would balk at zat notion. To fight - and kill - humans? Yes, I'm pretty sure someone would'f srown up by now." He grinned as confirmation of that fact. Surely someone would've attacked him for asserting such a heinous fact, yet she didn't.
"You would attack all zese people you hold dear, all zese disregarded souls, for ze sake of a fight? Assuming zey were posthuman - so what's ze difference? Zey're just in a different shape, a worse place really." He gestured toward her, palm open. "Like you." Afterward he pointed toward himself. "Or I." And she would likely fight him were she not in such a confused stance on her existence as a senshi. For now, their verbal battle proceeded in his favor.
"Youma are better versions of ourselfs. I can see why you want to fight zem, but it doesn't proof' you're any better by winning." She must've understood that she held an edge due to her powers. Not all youma possessed the ability to plan ahead, either - he'd heard of many a youma charging the enemy repeatedly only to crumble into dust.
Bischofite approached the white senshi with purpose, stopping just a foot away from her. His enigmatic gaze focused on her deep green eyes, but his countenance remained stoic through his next response. "Let me tell you somesing wors' knowing here. I don't care if you sink I'm helping you, I don't care if you ask me questions about youma, I don't care if you walk out of zis alley alif'e. But... I'm not stupid. I can tell when you're lying to me for fun. Pretty? Don't make me laugh - as if ze face paint weren't enough..." Who was she kidding? Herself? He wasn't pretty - far from it. Bischofite looked no better than Alois, and both were forgettable at best. So what was she phishing for? An equal compliment?
She didn't need one. She stood a sultry temptress in the dregs of the damned regardless. Goddess in her own right - of decay, corruption, pollution. The gathered mounds of trash and soot remained in the alley as proof of her dominion. And she was calling him pretty? Pretty far beneath the quality of her appearance, maybe. How many did she sway with those looks, those quick jabs at confidence? How many did she charm?
"I don't like compliments, girl. Zey reek of deception." It was about as close to an apology as she would receive.
To have fate strike her down in such a sense - he could relate to that. When Benitoite first drafted him into the Negaverse, Alois considered it a curse. He found his uniform highly perturbing, his weapons a joke, and the rules by which he should behave in the war restricting and appalling at best. Yet now he stood as a captain, facing down one of the enemy he'd been told to kill, and chatted with her over the origin of youma - the destiny of most humans. If not their destiny, then what should be their ultimate goal.
And he found himself disinclined to fight the goddess of gutter trash. Maybe he discovered a little resonance with her muddled tale of finding her path. No - with the people she claimed to protect. Everyone slipped down the decline, including him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 9:49 am
It wasn’t the first or last time Ate’s methods on the streets had been called into question. She had lost allies over her reputation, her actions. Rumors of her membership to the Blood Moon Court, a group that had died out long before her time had been linked to her, their cruel and often murderous methods now myth and legend. In a way she wished it was just that. At least then she could lean back on the notion that she was just following orders, that others were doing the same and they were all one big happy family. But it was nothing like that. She worked on her own and made hard choices on her own. Just because she saw nothing wrong in killing, nothing wrong, didn’t mean she was a hideous monster. But she was consider as much. So her time as a Senshi had become isolated, her friends left and she was caught alone doing this day in and day out. She had had enough of prissy little girls and boys that didn’t think this was a war, that pain and death didn’t go hand in hand. It was its beating heart and its life blood and it had to be spilled.
So it was with these people, these drunks and addicts who that accepted her most. Not because she was one of them, but because they knew that dam hard choices had to be made to survive this world and she did them. Death was only the beginning.
“Of course I would…there is something…freeing about fighting anyone with a hint of advantage. You see you view is totally on the negatives Bischofite, they are weak and feeble and easily to brake.” She swept a hand towards one of them that was quite obviously soaking in his own internal juices and grimaced. “Where I see that he is riddled with Hepatitis C, one broken bite to your skin and you’d be infected. You may win this fight but you will never forget him, he will always be a part of you. I see my battles as marks to my experience, to others. I want to win, yes, no doubt about that but I want to make an impact too. What you have told me of Youma means I can impact their lives too, they will never forget me….for better or worse.”
She watched him step forward, her body tensing as her mind told her to stay on guard even though he had done nothing to her than raise his voice his mere presence - it set her on edge, but in a good way. She grinned at his comment regarding compliments. She may have been frivolous with them but she always meant them. To her beauty and attractiveness went further that fake eyelashes or the best hair style, or pretty teeth - those things could be taken away, scarred, withered or burnt off. It was what was left underneath that truly attracted her. She would never lie and say a pretty face didn’t turn her head, but only a beautiful mind could win her heart. And Bischofite passion struck a cord with her, it moved her. She wished she could have been so sure of herself like him. She wanted that, even a little piece of it.
“I like the face paint - ” She muttered as she matched his step, their distance rapid closing. “- it makes you look tribal…dangerous…Better than looking like a hooker at least…did I ever tell you I like strong menacing types?” She laughed then, reaching out a hand to run her fingers though his feathers “Haha, sorry why would I tell you such a thing? But just so you know, am not in the market for pretty fragile princes…or stupid ignorant fancies…I find attractiveness in how someone can make me feel inside, but taking my breath away with words…or actions…” She looked up at him and suddenly felt her lower stomach fizz into a delectable tingle, her mouth a little more dry as she peered back up at him. Wow it didn’t matter what he said, the moody angry look played havoc with her mind and she wanted nothing more than to grab him and get herself against a wall for support.
But that would possibly break whatever fragile alliance they had, ruin his view on her whatever that would be. She couldn’t help it if he filled her with such a curiosity that she wanted him, that she wanted this conversation to never end. She was excited and humbled by his conversation, and it was thrilling.
Swallowing she lowered her eyes to his chest and then to one side as if forcing herself to stop their descent and smiled, her eyelashes impossibly thick against her pale skin. “I promise to hold back my compliments agent…if you make sure my path is lit on the other side…”
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 12:03 pm
Bischofite's eyes were alight with inspiration and excitement. He never expected a senshi who might provide a unique view on the youma he grew to respect. Better yet, he took to her explanations easily, mulled over her reasoning and accepted it as akin to his own, as something worth filing away and integrating into himself. Surely she spread her roots within him, and lent him a sense of belonging - a sense that he didn't stray far from where he needed to be.
And from her speech, he gathered she must've felt the same way. For who else speaks so passionately when they've reached a location better left uncharted?
"You are right, girl," he responded with an approving smirk. "You impact zem as zey impact you. Zey are not mindless beasts - just as zese people seek zeir next high, a youma will seek you. In a sense, addicts and youma are very much predators. One chases a high, and anozzer chases energy.
"You don't really belong wis' zem, you don't share zeir tired old motives. You fight for ze exhilaration, not to protect stagnating citizens and zeir boring lives. Ze White Moon Court guides everyone as sheep - in zeir folds, even zeir own senshi succumb to pointless passions involving calling back ze Moon Queen or whoever she is. Zey cling to ze glory of ze past, hoping some woman might appear from ze annals of history and right ze world. But a utopia will be our undoing. At least you're smart enough to realize zat." Were there more senshi like her? Even if he found them, he doubted they would procure as much impact as the first - though he didn't know her name, she raised several glorious realizations in the span of an alleyway. What more could he hope for in their chance encounter?
Her touch, though soft and almost endearing, set him on edge. He felt the minute shifts of the feathers white absolute precision, though he did not move to stop her. No - she earned these small expressions of restraint. She earned his attention and his viewpoints and his passing fancies.
Oh, did she come on strong. She grated through his coarse exterior without blanching at her endeavors.
She was dangerous, and he knew it. Still, that tantalizing touch coupled with her idiosyncratic movements painted such an intimate picture of her - and in a way, he wished her previous statements about her outfit held true. But what she sought she made apparent in her actions, she threaded her desires through the feathers on his uniform and laced her intentions with his thoughts.
Yes, much like a tree spreading roots into the ground. Sprawling, seeking, seizing.
But sometimes, to exercise restraint was to stifle oneself. In one fluid motion, Bischofite seized the sultry senshi by her bare arms and pressed her against the nearby wall, just over one of the sleeping seizures waiting to happen. Though the gesture was rough, his touch remained light - unbecoming of wholly violent intentions. And his gaze lingered on hers, her deep green eyes. The ensuing pause lingered for the stretch of a moment, before he retired his quiet stoicism to that of interest and approval. "I can show you menacing, but only a taste - it seems you still stray on ze wrong side of ze fence, senshi.
But if you can convince me, I'll leaf' a lake of fire for your harrowing descent."Matisha lemme know if this is kosher, i can change his last action if you want!
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 9:14 am
If Ate had planned even part of this evening she would never have seen this outcome, this enlightenment. Her skin tingled with nervous excitement and she could only hope he couldn’t feel the electricity doing a number across her nerves, her heart beating so loudly she was sure he could hear it echoing though the alleyway. He was tantalizingly close, so brief was this meeting but Ate felt herself glowing with anticipation and with a new solid resolve. She knew what she wanted without any hint now, any worry, she wanted to be a part of his world. A part of a group that deemed this person before her a worthy solider, he had earned his title it was written on his face, his attitude, even the way he stood. He was so comfortable in his own skin that Ate had to bite down the jealousy that stung her lips, she had never had that. She had always been an outsider even when she had tried so dam hard to fit in she was always deemed to reckless, too cruel. She was slightly in awe of him and she wanted it badly.
“Heh it’s funny, it’s like you’ve read my diary Bischofite. I too feel the same way about this illusive miracle Queen. Surely just like god if she existed don’t you think she would have put in an appearance by now? Or at least helped this court win? ******** headless chickens the lot of us…I think it’s better to follow something that I can see working every day, which you can witness and interact with, no searching no mind ********, something I know I can depend upon because…if anything, contrary to its very nature nothing is more dependable than Chaos…and I think you have made me see that.”
The hurried movement had Ate tensing for the attack she knew she had failed to see, had almost wished it wasn’t going to happen because…she didn’t want to fight him. Not for real anyway, maybe a sparring match when she could pin him down and then have her wicked way but in an entirely different format to what was about to happen. She waited for those wicked looking blades she had seen to slice across her neck and felt a moment of sadness wash over her at what could have been…and that she hadn’t gone down without one hell of a fight. That she thought hurts the most.
But it never came, her back forced against the wall she rolled her head to the side and watched as his hands gripped her arms, her eyes wide before a smile played across her lips as held her in place and did…nothing. She let the tense feeling leave her body slightly before allowing desire to fill its space and her stomach flipped in response. She listened not uttering a word and letting herself become swept up in what he was saying. How was it possible to be this attracted to one person, with his speeches and his confidence, she would have happily succumbed to him right now if she wasn’t pretty sure the hobo next to them was dead. He smelt like it at least.
“Bisco..fite” Breathing heavily through her nose she fought away her growing excitement, her chest heaving up and down as she watched him. Internally begging for him to take her she did her best to keep her mind on the game plan; she was turning tailcoat, traitor, and an enemy. She chewed her bottom lip convincing herself that it was ridiculous, but she was fighting a losing battle with her mind and in the end she gladly gave in.
“I can’t…have that…not if I get to enjoy the taste of what you can give me…didn’t you know Biscofite, am an addict remember and I have to have what I want…I will do anything to get it…” Putting a little force into her movements she leaned up and forward gaining height as she stood on her tip toes to reach him. She smiled daringly, knowing he could easily push her away but she didn’t care. After all she only wanted a taste. She touched his lips were hers for the briefest of moments, a mere tease to test the waters before doing it again with more vigor, her arms breaking past the hold he had to allow her to bring her hands up to his face, her palms cupping the side of his neck as she pulled him down hungrily. She would have given anything to have been in her bedroom right now…or the back of a car. Strickenized And I will change my ending too if needs be!
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 8:44 am
Everyone had weaknesses.
Every precipice held an avalanche waiting. Every lover harbored secrets untold. Every sparse pocket in the Rift held broken stories of broken people.
And Bischofite was no different.
And Atë was no different.
They unburied common lines between themselves, surely, as they continued their verbal dance. Two soldiers opposite the game board, both rooks, both prized and poised and prepared to strike each other down in all the cold fury latent in their bones. But rather than indulging in more bloodshed, more ceaseless stories of violence unfurled in alleys, parks, businesses, they drew each other into a different battle.
One more dangerous than the first.
But Bischofite did not seek to deny her. She admitted her sway toward his side, and whether it was a clever ploy or earnest truth mattered little in the moment. As a star of her Court, she burned dimly, almost imperceptibly, and she knew that. She knew the futility in her endeavors and readily admitted it. She divulged to him, in such a dismal place, that she bore no love for her queen, would not raise a torch in her honor. And she admitted that she would not scathe the lands in search of such nonsense, but to his welcome surprise, she intended to maintain all those brutal fights she held before, with more vigor and respect for her posthuman targets.
He was satisfied with that.
So when she sought his lips, a taste of perdition still whetted on his tongue, he did not deny her. He understood his folly, in that he would lose this battle, but often times even losses bought momentum and force. Vigor. Fury. And she sought to taste all these visceral ideals, all his passion laced into such lofty thoughts, and he would capitulate to her in kind.
Let her have her lands. Let her have her conquests. Let her have her vaporous kisses.
For she gave him the satisfaction that she stood apart from her court, a single freethinking entity, who saw the flaws through their endless propaganda. She stood for no moon queen, no insipid idea that some force from beyond the stars might deliver earth from fated doom.
She kissed with honesty that burnt away the lies, the deceit, the stars from the sky. There was no need for further tales - all that was left was to write their own. And as he could not resist such an intimate touch, such a slight smoldering that threatened to burn him alive from the inside, he met her in equal drive. It felt... Freeing, to finally divulge these wordless graces onto another, to entertain desires small and neglected beneath the overarching ideals he carried so readily. But they lingered in claimed territory.
So in the moments after, they were gone.Matisha thank youuu for quoting me this! they could end up wherever!
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 6:10 am
Time had stopped still for Ate, all she could feel was his lips on hers, his reaction to her advances and his pleasing response to this demand she had brought on him. She felt her stomach flip, the heat growing as she dug deeper and longer with each twist of her lips on his and she felt intoxicated by it.
But it had to stop.
Pulling back she place hurried fingertips over his mouth as if he was the one wanting to continue and she need to stop him. That couldn’t have been further from the truth, she craved so much more. Having already planned to do a stupid thing tonight she didn’t need to make it two… but god how she wanted to. Tensing she told her body to calm down and her mind to clear of its lustful thoughts and on something more important. The end of this charade for example, the end to this life.
It had to happen tonight.
“Bischofite…not that I didn’t enjoy every single second of that…but you’re not mine to taint..just yet…and like you said I would be far more appealing in black. Allow me to get changed, freshen up and let’s hope we meet on the other side and that I remember those sweet lips of yours.” She smiled deeply as she side-stepped out from before him, her mind unable to stop her hands from stroking those black feathers that covered his uniform one last time.
“Stay intriguing for me beautiful and don’t break too many hearts while am gone! I’ll make sure to tell everyone you come highly recommended!” She winked at him before turning away, her hands shaking as the anticipation and excitement drove itself home and into her heart. Tonight.
It was going to happen tonight. Strickenized It ended up in c**k block land!! Yayyy! I can't let her get in the way of his love for Buddy!!
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