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 Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2022 2:18 pm
She retreated, and the sight of her shimmering cape teased more anger out of him. Faustite sprinted afterward with his raging firestorm collected about him, burning all his rage and energy while he chased her aura down every pathway he could find. She was hardly crisped about the edges — he could hardly take his own report seriously if he hadn't at least left her with a weeks-long hospital stay.
"Is that all you've got?" He yelled afterward, sprinting down the length of the roof. He leapt down, and metal heels scrabbled against gravel as he jumpstarted his inertia. "Is that all you've ******** got? You taunt me about Albite, you say you kissed him, and that's all you ******** have?!
"Where's that second ******** chance, Traitor?" He drew a ragged breath in the midst of his own inferno.
"Thought we were to be friends! Thought you'd take me to ******** Ganymede and we'd have a purification party! Watch Stranger Things and paint each other's ******** nails! That's what you did with Albite, wasn't it?!"stari_maga sorry, he always chooses violence >:
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2022 4:14 pm
To say Encke had thoughts about the matter would have been generous. Thoughts were something that didn't exist between his ears beyond route pathing and the screeching of sirens, as he once again found himself in the enviable position of needing to get there on time before things got worse. Nectaris had done what he had asked her to do. He didn't blame her, find fault with her, wish to scold her, or anything of the sort-- He just wanted her safe. It was why he wasn't necessarily putting thought into anything he was doing, hurdling over gates and swinging from one pole to the next in an attempt to mobilize faster. He had briefly considered dropping back down to civilian form to make sure no one could intercept him en route, but no matter how fast he was as a civilian he couldn't beat the speed he had when he was a full-blown magical superhero. If he noticed any extra auras en route, he ignored them. As he approached the source of the distress signal, he noticed a knight aura was rapidly growing closer to his own and stepped it up a few paces-- And then a general aura grew much closer, too. He could make out the conversation but he wasn't really listening to it, interpreting it as a line of bitterness as he figured he'd act first, ask questions later. Encke had learned his lesson the first time. He hoped. Encke pulled at his magic and slammed it down, going for grabbing Nectaris's arm to hold her steady behind him. Strickenized we meet again, faustite, Eternal Sailor Attack: "Cometary Burn!" Encke points his finger out towards the target. An ethereal comet flies forward, the tail of the comet detaching as it does. The comet slams into the ground at the feet of his target. This creates a shockwave in a fifteen foot radius, potentially knocking people off balance. In the meantime, the air heats up, and a blast of plasma from the detached tail spreads out to fill that radius. It’s hot. It’s shocking. It burns. This attack causes the sensation of second to third degree burns to his adversaries for 45 seconds, with the potential for lasting damage. ( Usage: Once per battle. Duration: 45 seconds. Range: 15ft radius around the target. Weaknesses: The shockwave doesn’t discriminate, and anyone except Encke within the radius can be knocked over by it.)
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2022 4:50 pm
She felt the aura, stronger than any others that might have been floating around the area. Encke wasn't just an Eternal, he was a Transcendent one, and with his sphere and everything, he always seemed to shine especially bright. Nectaris knew it was her brother before she even saw him. Which, like, it didn't completely stop the way her breath hitched with every sizzling, insulting word that Faustite was spitting at her, but it was something. It was something she could run towards. "You're not really acting like you wanna paint your fingernails," she managed, in a scared, panting kinda way, without turning around, 'cause he was fast and she could still feel fire back there. Then Encke was there, and solid, and real, and- Nectaris realized very quickly that she'd never actually seen what his magic could do. She turned back towards Faustite as he held her protectively behind him, and her eyes went wide in a mix of awe and admiration as she saw a comet hit the ground. The fingers of her free hand dug into his arm a little bit tighter as she felt the air fill with a different kind of buzzing energy. "Thanks," she breathed, and then, "Sorry," and then since she still had some of her magic left, she called down the moonlight to shield the two of them from Faustite getting too close.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2022 6:25 pm
"Because I'd rather paint them with your ******** blood!" He screeched back at her, even as an overwhelming auric presence encroached on them.
He didn't care. He wanted her dead. He wanted to see the life leave her eyes as she was reduced to a pile of ash. He wanted to watch her body fall prone while her starseed glittered in his hand. He'd watch her get beheaded. He'd watch Albite choke her to death. He'd watch Jadarite run her through and bisect her aorta. He'd bring her to the Queen and let Laurelite do as she pleased with her fragile little body. It didn't matter how she met her end, so long as it was as painful and isolating and venomous as she deserved.
So he sprinted for her. He saw none of the buildings that he passed, none of the errant flyers and newspapers that caught fire in his wake. He saw delicate furls rippling in the wind, saw them growing closer and closer —
He reached to seize the back of her cape —
And an impact struck him, sending him scrabbling backwards as yearling legs scrabbled for purchase over concrete. Faustite hissed as his breath left him, groaned as he tasted fire on the air and behind his teeth. Tasted ozone. Smelled ozone. Even as he felt his face and hands heat up to sweltering, intolerable temperatures, Faustite was clawing to get back to his ******** you," he huffed out as he clawed himself up to a tenuous upright posture. He hissed, spat the taste of metal. "******** both of you." Each breath tasted of fire.
He ventured an unsteady step, then another, then his legs gave out as he continued to burn from the inside, propagated and perpetuated by the metal in his core. His pained cry sizzled and popped with overheated flame.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2022 7:07 pm
"It's alright," he breathed, because, at the very least, the fact that she called on him was. It absolutely was. It was what he wanted her to do, and he was relieved he could help her. The situation? Clearly not. He kept her behind him, backing up a few more steps as Faustite fell victim to the ground shaking and then fell to the ground--but not for long, and he could feel the rage in the way Faustite clawed himself up and kept advancing toward them. And cursed them both. Something he suspected might happen if they were both linked together, but he hadn't any real time to worry about that. The bigger concern was getting away from Faustite, and there were only a few ways to ensure that. Needed to try and put enough distance between them to buy him enough time to get them both an out without a chance of Faustite attempting to ride along-- And that was where his brain was, uninterested in playing games or bantering or posturing the way he had when Basiluzzo was at risk of imminent, permanent death. That hadn't done anyone any ********> you too," was all he hissed in turn, the anger and fury and protectiveness escaping through panted breaths, as he backed them up faster, palming his cell phone with his free hand, holding it to his side so it wasn't immediately visible. He summoned his aura, while he was at it, knowing it might bother Nectaris too, but hoping it'd be enough to discourage Faustite from getting much closer. Strickenized Plasma Generator - Encke's passive enhancement taps into his deep relationship with his comet's energy sources and his own magic. He's gained the ability to mirror some of the elements of his own magical source. While active, Encke's form is surrounded by a static fuzz much like touching a plasma ball; imperceptible to the human eye, the odd sensation, while not harmful, can make someone's hair stand on end. Time in his sphere may cause a harmless (though annoying) static zap when touching anything metal or another person.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2022 7:28 pm
Wow. He was still cussing them out? There were a lot of things that Nectaris had to say about this guy, after everything that had just gone down, but towards the top of the list were the fact that he was one, very scary, and two, very persistent. Encke had her, though, and he had magic for days. The air around them crackled. Her hair was puffing up, more than usual. What did that mean, exactly? She wasn't sure, but she was pretty sure it was gonna be bad for Faustite. She didn't think that Faustite was actually gonna get to paint his nails with her blood, this time. Unless he had some really weird tricks up his sleeve, weirder than being on fire, she was pretty sure that their starseeds were gonna stay all safe in their chest. Which gave her the courage to say, with a roll of her eyes, "And you wonder why people hate you." She felt Encke shifting and was pretty sure she knew what he was doing. She just had to keep her own magic going. She just had to keep it up, keep them safe-
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2022 1:37 pm
Faustite watched the way their hair puffed out as he dragged himself upright. He suspected more electricity was at play, but he knew that getting closer wasn't necessary.
Something halfway between a cough and a choke started from him as his body mulled over its convective heat, which grew and grew since the onset of Encke's attack. He eyed them both balefully; that they stood around like a couple of ******** pigeons waiting for their french fry suggested that they wanted to taunt him, they wanted him to rid the world of them, for no others of their kids were stupid enough to loiter around when faced with a perfectly serviceable escape route.
Let them sit in their perky beacons of light. Let them stew in their invisible vectors of plasma. While Faustite leaned against an exposed pipe, he raised his free arm skyward, palm open and fingers splayed. Around him, a group of youma flashed into being. They waited, some breathless, some barking and ravening for their orders. Then he lowered his arm and pointed at the pair.
The collection of creatures needed no further command. They surged around him, stirring his split cape and stoking his flames, while the General collected himself at a distance.
"I don't wonder," Faustite huffed out, smiling. "One day, there won't be anyone left to hate."stari_maga here have some youma friends seiana_zi their hobbies are screaming, garbage inspection, and starseed eating
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2022 4:22 pm
The good: sometimes, people needed to experience it themselves to understand how bad someone was, or in this case, the depths of someone's depravity. The bad: Faustite was, as always, but worse, ******** relentless. If he wasn't someone Encke was willing to say he despised, he might have admired it. Reminiscent of someone he loved, really. As it was, he agreed with Nectaris -- if Faustite wondered, he also wondered why, perhaps the hatred was brutally obvious -- but Faustite not only came with a quick override, he also was very quickly summoning the youma he was so terribly fond ******** he might have stuck around to jab the knife further, but in truth, whatever minor desire for vengeance that tried to burn bright was far overridden by the desire to get his sister safe. He lifted one hand and kept his phone pressed against his side with the other, summoning the magic once more but this time centered on the youma. "Overconfident, I think." Felt like he was talking about himself. In one fell swipe, he grabbed Nectaris, lifted her about as well as he could, and bolted, thumb finding the app to whisk them off to space in short order. Strickenizedx Super Sailor Scout Attack: "Full Ionization!" The closer a plasma gets to becoming fully ionized, the hotter the plasma becomes. Encke points his left pointer finger at his adversary. As before, the air around their adversary begins to superheat and supercharge. This ionized 'air' is hot, and along with the shocks, characters now may feel as if the air is burning them. When the duration ends, players can choose to keep lasting damage, such as soreness, residual shocks, damaging burns, and scarring, up to their discretion. ( Uses: Twice per battle. Duration: 30 seconds Range: 10ft radius around target. This attack will hit other adversaries in the radius, but not allies.
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