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 Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2022 7:01 pm
“ Syrus Schryer?” Hessonite repeated, letting the name roll off her tongue. She pursed her lips and leaned back a bit as she scrutinized him. “I can work with that. A very cool name, for a very cool Senshi. I’m thinking you might make a nice Cryolite, but let’s find out.” Briefly, she looked between Faustite, and then to Albite. Her lips pursed a bit as she considered her options, but given how far away the General was she expected that he wasn’t feeling the need to be particularly invested in this. Albite though, already seemed comfortable putting his hands all over the would-be Senshi. Pre-law? Interesting. Motivated, obedient, and diligent? She couldn’t ask for more. She smiled, pleased with Faustite’s run down, but he seemed to be giving the praise to Albite. So, she was going to give him the privilege. “Albie, I’m proud of you. You want to help me get your friend up and running in our little club? I’ll do all the heavy lifting, but it’s good experience if you haven’t recruited anyone before. All I need you to do is get a good hold on his starseed. You’ve done that before, right? This’ll only take a minute, Snowman. Consider it a little hazing before we get to the good part.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2022 11:59 pm
Albite had been pavloved for praise, honest to goodness praise - he didn’t know if Hessonite was being sincere, but damned if he cared. Faustite was being as sincere as he could be. Albite knew, preened and awhed all soft as he shot his fireboss a masked little ‘thank you’. He so totally owed him one for this.
N Hess? ********, but she was so cool! Called him albie, said she was proud with a capital sounding P.
“Holy ********, you’re badass. Yes! Can I say yes? Firebrand! Are you good with me — uh — ah — I’ve never done it like this before, yanno? I’m so totally game though - sir, miss?”
How different could it have been than the trust fall between Jet n Aqua? Playing a conduit for the General Queen.
Syrus sought the skies, ceilings, and huffed his ascension while he wondered passively if it was too late to rethink dying back in his own apartment. The play on words, the association with ice oh so thoroughly?
Apparently that was going to be an inescapable thing, whatever, it was fine. He supposed he had Faustites promise of mutually assured ends of him and his ‘friend’, for Albite - if everything went vaguely south pole on him and he ended up six feet deeper in the earth than he was old enough to have liked.
And then there was more talking - about —-
“I’m sorry, is he being asked to fondle me?” Syrus flinched slightly when albite’s grip on his shoulders tightened, as the man walked round to stand before him, and he was met with the most pleadingly wolffish grin from the behemoth. He shot Faustite an exasperated plea - wide blue eyes that narrowed knowingly.
Albite was going to — and his hands were going *where* — and —
He was screwed.
“Oh, fuh-“ and his hisst of a curse was cut off into gritted silence.
Firmly held, yet another hand in his chest. An obscenity, less startling the second time, but only barely. No less unnerving - even if it was Albite doing it, the way the tattoos disappeared where his wrist ended *in him* - the way they seemed to writhe eerily - *hungrily*.
“Ahhhtt-shhhush, I’ve got this, got you, totally! Yep. Yeah. Right? I mean - I know I do, I promise!”
He didn’t have to pull it, he knew, just had to — do what Faustite’d done, only softer, gentle. How easy it was to slip his fingers in - to slide between what was cloth and flesh and bone - to find that little pocket of other to wrap his fingers round. Touch edges, glacial cold, the hard little spark dead center of Syrus’s chest that held all that made him — well — him.
He wondered how pretty it woulda been, was tempted, fleetingly, and let the whole idea go for another time. Focused instead on steadying Syrus where he stood, one hand wrapped firmly round a bicep, ignoring the little crescents Sy’ dug with pale nails wrapped round where he held him.
“We’re golden to go, Hess.”
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2022 8:14 am
Faustite nodded at his subordinate. Better that he practice indoctrinating others in a controlled environment before he started doing it himself as an Eternal. Easier than going through a few messy youmafications before he truly learned to control the flow of Chaos, or judge how much to apply.
Seemed Syrus was still agitated, however. Where Faustite caught the look in his direction, he watched Syrus curiously, and returned to pacing. He would be fine, far as Faustite knew; he doubted any Sovereign was in a habit of terminating senshi on the basis that they existed and were willing to join the Negaverse. If so, well — he'd consider apologizing to Syrus's family by way of harvesting their starseeds. Easier than dealing with a spurned and grieving family coming after them.
He reiterated Hessonite's words, since Syrus still seemed spooked. "The thing stays in your chest. Albite only holds onto it. They won't break it and turn you into a monster."
And if they did, if Hessonite decided she wanted to have fun at this one's expense, then Syrus would lose the capacity to care afterward. He looked delicate, for all his bite and chafe; Faustite wondered if that translated to a fragile starseed. He'd ask Hessonite about it sometime, he supposed, when her hands weren't full of tawdry requests like these.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2022 7:59 pm
A spark of excitement flooded through Hessonite, like it always did. Any awakening, any recruitment, had that effect on her. Being brought into the folds was something to be celebrated, and she was eager to share the glory of the Negaverse. Faustite was stable and reassuring, and she appreciated the way that Albite trusted him enough that he seemed to look at him for guidance. Loyalty and trust well earned; she hoped Syrus could match it. Hessonite flexed her fingers and explained, “No fondling. This is all business. Think of it as a trust exercise. It’s just initiation. You’re going to be you, but better. And we’re going to make this quick, right, Albie? No fooling around. You’re going to hold it, carefully. I don’t want you to squeeze, so make sure you’re ready. Sometimes the extra energy can make someone a bit twitchy.” She placed her hand on his shoulder and slowly began to push the Chaos into Albite. She gave him time to adjust to her power. She let it flow through him, gave him time to adjust. “When you’re ready, I want you to push this into his starseed. I want you to awaken him. Show me what you can do.”
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2022 11:55 am
"C'mon Hess, m'always ready for a good time." *Solid* the first thought of ten-million that squabbled for attention across the furls of Albites consciousness. Hess's delicate little fingers, her firm press at his shoulder; he'd forgotten how solid they were compared to him. Kings, Queens, the Sovereigns in General. He was just a Super, made of bones n flesh whereas Hess was folded steel.
N Faustites firecrackle sooth of words fell away easy as Hess's exuberant lilt, became mere bits of static as he became a conduit for chaos to flow through. Like Haymitch's crystal pulled from Axinites drawer, he was just a middle-man.
Copper-wire and an electric smile, taking orders eagerly, because he was good and they believed in him and --
*Quick*
Quick n gentle, he could do that. Even if the pour of power felt like standing beneath a glacial falls mid-december, an icy torrent strong enough to drag a shocked little gasp free before Albite smothered it in his chest; eased his grip round his friends most precious soul and pushed the overflow through.
It was such a ******** rush!
Hessonite was so strong and Metallia? ******** style="color: #3A7FAA">
A hazing.
Syrus wanted to grouse, to file a complaint. How all their words teetered on the line between terrifying tease and reassuring all at once. The urge to think at all quickly fell away under a trickle of sensation that became a deluge.
*He didn't want to drown!*
The fear of that clung like crystals, of going under and staying there with no way to resurface. It had him tightening his grip on whatever lay neath his nebulous hold on thoughts, feelings, his physical form. He might've cracked himself open - if not for the voice of something so entirely other, innocuous and sweet with how it made promises that encouraged Syrus let go by careful degrees and give himself over. An exercise of trust. He was fine, they had him, he wouldn't be alone or weak or...
He could have what he'd always wanted.
*Power*
It was his and he could have it if he just stopped struggling and let it be. That whisper stayed, gentle as a caress while his core was consumed. Until he opened his eyes again, noted that his nails clutched round Albites arm were painted black. The strangest thing to blink into focus, because he didn't paint them anymore? Not for years because he couldn't....
That was confusing. As confusing as the shudder of chill that ate him for noting the flare of - an overwhelming sense of the people in the room who lived in large degrees above him. Hessonite especially, if Faustite was a bonfire in his periphery she was the sun.
How the ******** he'd missed that before?!
It was terrifying, and yet? He wanted exactly that.
The second he realized what 'that' meant going forewords, maybe he'd ask for it. At the moment though, he wanted very much to find his legs enough to stop clinging and take a nap.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2022 6:48 am
He smiled something unscrupulous. Nice view from the back, he thought. He had no complaints when a boy lost most of his clothing in the process of becoming a senshi. Had to smother it, though; if his boy was getting a boy, whatever Syrus would receive for a mineral name, then that boy was also his boy. Much like Schörl—
Well. That was a quick way to obliterate a smile.
"Look at that." Faustite started to clap slowly, deliberately. "You didn't make him a youma." However much that was considered a bad result. Syrus was a special kind of grating, one made doubly irksome for the promise that lingered in him. Syrus was made fo possibilities, which made youmafication less desirable, which put Faustite in a mood.
But Albite was happy now, he was certain. And Faustite paid off a favor. Helpful for that.
"Need to name him," Faustite offered as he approached the three. Was interesting to watch a surrogate awakening happen from a distance, especially for how Hessonite chose to handle it, but they couldn't have Syrus walking around calling himself Syrus when he was clearly much improved.
An arm wrapped over his waist, holding the elbow of his free hand as it lingered by his face. "Any thoughts left?" He tapped his temple. "Need you to tell us about your power."
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2022 5:36 pm
"I like Cryolite, don't you Sy?" he'd thought Hess's idea was fitting as hell, held a nice crystalline ring to it. Like the crack of freshwater becoming sheer ice across a lake. Like the shape of Sy's soul where it'd been pressed into his hand. The shiver of power that continued to run through him. It left Albite jittery, but grinning nonetheless.
He tried to be ginger with letting Syrus have his own two feet again - though he slid Faustite a smirk - an eyeroll - for the insinuation that he wouldn't've liked just that as easily as he would've liked any other result. Whatever got Syrus as theirs, and his, and forevers that wound on eternally. Youma was just as good as Senshi. Except, at least this way his friend would continue to be happy building on the life he loved so much.
Would be an equal aid for all the Negaverse's needs. Hopefully for his boss's n sovereigns aswell.
"Hess has good taste...." as he slid his hand free of Cryolites chest, he couldn't help but press back into the strength of her hand. Surrounding himself with people who had good taste. Faustite's being a good sport and generous with his choices, Hess for giving him the gift of - this - thrill of power and how upset would he be over it's ebbed loss? Ahwell, at least he'd made good use of it while it'd been granted to him.
"...Doesn't she Cryolite? Heh, you with us baby?"
Head empty, and his core was full of cold, a chill that reached the bone -- "I'm ******** freezing". Ah, and there was a thought, a hissed breath as he steadied himself from Waru's retreating form. No more hand wrapped round his center or strong arm to hold him aloft. His chest ached, he wanted to rub his thumb across invisible marks. Touched - hole - panicked and dragged his nails away just as swiftly.
He was grateful for Faustite's questions over Albites, a focal point amidst a drastic sort of adjustment.
"Though, that could be for -- q-quite a few reasons." Ohgod was he naked?! It felt like he was nearly so, and had good sense to blush for that slow realization, to wish for a mirror and - "How should I know - do I click my heels and the *powers* simply come unbidden! No - wait - do I look good at least?" concern of ability became secondary to image. Something he absolutely needed to know, especially if he was going to be running about on display. "Because, if I'm going to be throwing myself into the breach without any semblance of a guidepost..." hedged a step, two, a pace away from Albites pawing grasp.
Tested heels and commenced a slow turn, while conducting a head to toe of himself. Always eager to catch the eyes of those in the room, a barometer for if something'd gone wrong, if he'd sprouted a tail? If he'd become 'youma' as was Faustites concern. When the ache in his center eased, he felt amazing, like he could touch power if he tried - could pull it from, somewhere, something? He didn't know, no more than he knew what to do with -- so much hair, and bare swaths of skin. Assumed there had to be as much purpose in it as there was in Faustite being on Fire or Albite being in heels. "...then I want to look good doing it."
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2022 6:22 pm
Briefly, Hessonite’s hand pressed against Albite’s back until she knew that he wasn’t going to pass out. The experience could be taxing, and he wouldn’t have been the first who wasn’t able to handle the flow of energy between her and another starseed. But, he’d done exceptionally well, and seemed to have every ounce of energy he’d had coming into this. Maybe even more. Faustite was straight to business, practical and effective. Albite was a bit more fun, but Hessonite was in good company all around. “You look good, Snowman,” she assured. She looked him up and down approvingly, but seemed to radiate with pride and excitement. “Cryolite’s cute. A good fit. Faustite, come a little closer. He’s cold.” She rubbed her hands together, like the cold was contagious, and smiled at the three of them. “Let’s get him warmed up and settled in. He’s going to have a lot of questions, and he’s made it through the hard part. Do you want to use my office? I can pick us up some dinner, we can go over everything together. Unless you want the responsibility of doing this on your own, Albie.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2022 4:56 pm
Better a heater than a conversationalist, he supposed. He drew closer until he stood within a few paces of the new senshi, with enough space to avoid catching all that new hair on fire. If he was as vain as he claimed, then Faustite didn't want the blame for that. Wasn't how he wanted to learn of this one's sphere.
Albite was in good spirits, which was relieving. Neither of them seemed terribly fazed by he incredible volumes of chaotic power pumped through one and into the other. He supposed that was to Hessonite's credit; she must've tuned the flow so subtly that she didn't break either one of them in the process.
Though they might've both been cracked long before they landed in her office. Faustite kept those thoughts to himself while his attention flickered from one, to the other, to the first again.
He glanced down, snorted, then over to Albite with a knowing look. Seemed more fun to let this one discover the back end of his uniform on his own.
It was different, seeing how Hessonite handled these affairs, compared with Axinite's style. He was gentle and careful where she was personable and playful. With each passing comment, he felt more out of his element.
"Sit," he half-offered, half-told Cryolite. "Thought magic was an innate thing. Cat'l tell you then." Which was more to explain, but that was Albite's job now. Or Hessonite's.
He hoped Albite would agree to use the office, for the sound of dinner reminded him that he was famished. Like always. Like forever.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2022 3:38 am
Ten-thousand-and-one ‘yes’ filled fires lit up his eyes. Albite practically bounced with how quickly he nodded his head; found that made him dizzy - and tired - a n d - okay, yep. Maybe better to stand still n scoot just a bit closer to Faustites never-ending fires.
Food n drink suddenly sounded as good as the searing warmth felt, like a nice tie off idea to suture up the hole the sudden lack of being a battery left in him. He nearly missed it all — Hessonites firm hand and all that buzzzz in his veins, in his soul!! Just - ******** - but it was the most agonizing kind of high to stand through!
They were asking questions though! N he’d never been one to lack for words to cover silence with.
“Everything’s better with friends Hess, makes good team building too.” building, bonding, and even if he’d been the bossiest of bosses?
He never have gone with option D for Do it alone.
“Only if you’re good with us hanging around awhile?” briefest little pause, because maybe that was the step too far? Didn’t stop his mouth from running on though - from finding the line with Hessonite who he liked more n more by the second. “Like — we imposed alluv this on the fly — n then you’re gonna feed us — n’ did I ever mention you’re the best?”
Did she ever get his biggest smile. Only rivaled by the one Cryolite got as he twirled about in his — wow — and he’d thought his outfit was - Ah - “—you’regoodsitdown!” rapid fire as breaks being hit while going 60. He was stoutly ignoring his firebrands eyes; cause he knew that look. Just, totally, absolutely, not staring back into those all knowing, boy-hoing, embers! Cryolites a** found the chair as ordered, the words he wanted to offer in thanks for the praise became a yelp- for feeling far too much *chair* - just - “Holy—sitting! Yes, fine!” If his face found his hands, an involuntary shudder his skin. He let the idle chatter wash over him for a moment more. Scrubbed at his eyes in vain as he sought —- well — whatever innate thing he was to have inherited?
Maybe it’d come to him in time.
“I’ll figure it out.” all assured promise, cast like he was determined to make it true. He wasn’t about to be labeled defective, no waste of their time. Surely if albite could do it with all the empty space between his ears, and hefty bulk layered over his soul, then he could do it just fine!
Once he figured out what *it* was…
“Eventually — there’s this?” the deepest sense of cold, idle fingers that traced his chest. The new hole there. An ache and thrum, frosted fringe that curled on his fingertips, he watched the vapors congeal. Expand. Tiny little molecules that contracted from frost to — steam? Cold air? <******** - Faustites warmth was calling and he’d hate to ignore it anymore, for all that the cold held no bite, he found it was also something to acclimate to. The next words out of his mouth should’ve been ‘thank you’, or ‘please do explain more’, instead it was all monosyllabic “Cat?” curiosity and a dark eyebrow that arched right into the fringe of his bangs.
He’d entered a cult, a madhouse, was warming himself by a living fire after a rose patterned woman shoved ichor through his fat assed battery of a friend. “May I ask what kind of cat?”
Ah well - if he was going to be as addled as Alice? Something allegory, beating off and joining them, what have you. Syrus supposed he was all too deep in, to suddenly ask what ‘out’ looked like. Espescially not when staring into his new Generals fire was so very entrancing.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2022 3:27 pm
“The kind that’s smarter than the four of us combined. They look like cute little kitties but they’re all geniuses. Some of them are a little quacky, but it comes with the territory. We call them Guardian Cats, but only because they look like cats. They’re Mauvians, aliens.” Hessonite obviously had on issue with them sticking around for a while; her office wasn’t exactly the sort of place she could leave someone unattended, but it was clear that if she was going to grab them all food, she had a plan. The important thing right now was to make sure they were all settled and had the resources they needed. Introductions were always better when you could get to know each other over a meal. It had been too long since she got to make friends like this, anyway. She teleported out and was gone for what must have only been fifteen seconds before she returned with a stack of three pizzas to keep them occupied while they went over anything. Who could say no to pizza?
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2022 4:09 pm
Faustite snorted for Cryolite's vanity — smelled it on that one as soon as they were invited into his apartment. He suspected that Cryolite's office would look like something out of an Ikea catalogue, someday, when he'd done enough to warrant one. His reports would be neatly typed and formatted, or handwritten in impeccable penmanship when asked. He would be a model recruit, someone who derived more glee from being shown off, likely, than he would from draining people into a stupor.
And he would be another subordinate to Albite — a reward himself. Albite looked quite pleased with himself already.
Albite's insistence that this was made better with friends would be something Hessonite enjoyed, he imagined. His boss didn't seem to mind it, Albite's outspoken comments. Always pushing the margins of respect, that one. But he was just as quick to grovel, to apologize for them both, and that spared Faustite from having to do it.
He lofted a brow at Cryolite as he started to pace. Boy was figuring out his own outfit, likely — bare a** against chair was as strong a suggestion as he would get.
"You're a Negaverse senshi. You, and those like you, each have that hole. One in your forehead, too. Don't know why, or what they're for, but they don't seem to hurt." They did, however, entice youma whenever their starseeds came into view. This, he supposed, was better explained by someone who faced a similar issue, and not the one who was continually being taunted with snacks by an entire team of senshi.
During the few seconds of Hessonite's absence, he added some insight about the mysterious cats. "They're often as shitty as regular cats."
Then she was back, and the smell of fresh pizza had him swallowing back saliva like his face was a waterfall. There were three, though it was for four of them, so he couldn't justify eating an entire pizza — even if he wanted to.
"Assuming Albite will go over the basics with you. Who we are, what we do, why we do it. What you should and shouldn't do. Tell you now that you need to keep your alter identities private. As Syrus, don't tell anyone you're Cryolite, Vice versa."
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2022 1:49 pm
"My Identities? Is that warning necessary," Some hint of a sneer peeked under the blush Cyrus stopped trying to hide while uselessly smoothing a gossamer ribbon of cloth over his nearly bare thighs. The idea that he'd tell *anyone*, the newest layers of shadow neath orbital bone and arnica slicked ice masks was caused by -- gods - a nightly strip-tease done for the sake of greatness?
No thank you. He'd take that tidbit to his grave.
"and, well, you'll forgive me if I take my chance with even the shittiest cat, over..." offhand wave while cryolite leveled a pointed look at said 'a**', and guessed by the circumference of it? That Faustite was making some rather large assumptions in Albites capabilities to explain, oh, anything at all with any measure of 'clarity'. The man he was dependent upon, his friend, and how Syrus knew, firsthand, that Waru couldn'tve instructed one on how to assemble a ham and cheese sandwich without getting his d**k stuck in it - let alone - gone over whatever intricate nuances were involved in, his newly acquired, what? Magical abilities. Dark Kingdom Senshidom?
Though..that explained quite a lot..about Waru's zealous joy over such a role.
The Megaverse seemed to have a whole niche around holes and shoving things into them. Hands in chests, voids in the center of a head like some macabre chakra point on a dark diagram...Had they ever heard of Freud, Erickson?
Hissed tsk and release of breath, all his pricklyness slid aside at the smell of hot food; he could met al little in the warmth. "Alien or otherwise. Smarter than all is smarter than -- ah --" and Waru was looking at him in a way that reminded Syrus the other man knew where he lived..as now did his..boss...his bosses boss was a likely additive to that list...well then "--myself, and I like cats." He shrugged and beckoned for a slice with dainty claws. Wondered if maybe this would be his workaround to his compounds no-pet policy? If the cat in question was technically not a cat at all.
FOOD! And Albite was totally listening, absolutely, completely, beyond clued in and keyed up to everything Faustite was saying; couldn'tve relayed a single word of it back - because pizza - and he was hungry, and all that stuff was way more important for Cryolite to hear than it was for him, anyhow.
But, food! Hess was Queen of Cheese n Sauce, and if the look on his boys face was anything to go by? That bobbed catch in his firebrands swallow -- well -- it was beyond time to chow down. He'd answer questions after, would cozy up to Faustites warmth n drone on while basking in Hessonites friendly glow.
Right then and there? He wanted food, and more importantly? To shush Syrus up long enough that they could get into eating it! "Yuhp, smart, fulla fur, n knowledge and -- sauce..." Syrus got a side eye before Hess got a full on please and thank you plea done up in big warm eyes "Cheese -- hey! Didja know boxes could be turned into tables n plates? Saw it on a show..or something.."
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