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Bishoujo-senshi Mahou-shoujo
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 Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2023 10:11 am
Why does it always have to be the hard way?Tama internally grumbled as he hopped on Faustite’s shoulder. He blamed Faustite for it. Everything involving the half-youma just had to be difficult. Only later would the Mauvian’s own complicity in the situation dawn on him. But he’d learned to save the self-reflection for after the task-at-hand was completed. “I’m going to explain this to you in the best way possible.” Tama said, staring more at Faustite than the scruffed Mauvian he was talking to. “You don’t want to live on the street. Trust me. You don’t want to live with normal humans, either. They’ll just break your heart. Believe me. You deserve people who know what you are and give you a modicum of respect for it. Not scraps of last night’s dinner, kid.”☆
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2023 7:15 pm
Magnus was quick but the hand that shot out was quicker. Flecks of ash was the first indication that Tama’s friend was something more than just another likely agent. As he dangled, in that first paws and claws reaching for any sort of purchase upon flesh, he caught full sight of his capture. A half-youma of fire.That explained the heat that was slowly building at the scruffing point. And, if the signature was anything to go off of…
Magnus was aware he was in desperate trouble before they disappeared from the alley.
Unfortunately for his fiery capture, as they arrived, Magnus managed to twirl himself enough to dig front claws into those black forearms. Giving him leverage to get another set of claws also attached while paw pads promptly heated forcing him to grab and let go multiple times in an effort to soothe the burning. The skin and fur of his neck twisted uncomfortably in that hand, but adrenaline ran thick. Teeth were proving difficult though being scruffed the way he was. And oh how he wanted to sink his canines into that damn hand, fire be damned! For now, his claws would do as he sank them deep.
The problem was, if he got loose, where would he go? Clearly he was not in Destiny City anymore. His fear heightened at the assumption of where he was taken.
One problem at a time.
For now, the Mau needed to get loose to avoid that other pitch black hand from finding it’s way to his starseed. Then he could figure out part two. Hopefully.
Tama then spoke up. “Who are you to decide what’s best for me.” He ground out as he released a set claws just enough to rake down the arm of the hand that held him. “You barely even know me.” He growled as he attempted to twist awkwardly and find purchase with his teeth. It was a poor attempt that had him snapping close but not quite close enough. He hissed in anger as he curled his body, back paws finally joining in his attempt at freedom. “Living with normal humans would be a better outcome than anything you have planned.” He finally yelled. The pain of touching and being held by this burning boy was seeping through even through the adrenaline and building desperation.
"Let me go!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2023 6:49 pm
"Settle down, Kettle," Faustite warned as he winced through the cat's assault. He'd had enough scrapes and scars over years of participating in the war; that a ******** Mauvian was going to add to them was an insult that he disliked having to bear. The furry thing kept twisting this way and that, as if the hold on his scruff was incomplete, and those needlelike claws kept gouging the skin where Metallia saw fit to keep his sleeves rolled back. Some protection that thick coat ******** turn you into a thong for Albite if you're as much a pain in the a** as Tama," he warned. His free hand made for the cat's small chest, seeking his starseed sanctum while his paws were busy with shredding Faustite's forearm. He could ignore the bleeds for now; the one who would be most irked by it was the cat in his hand, whose fur was quickly getting contaminated by stray rivulets of black blood.
Once he caught the cat's starseed, Faustite wrapped his fingers about it and gave it a warning squeeze. If that didn't settle the Mauvian, it didn't matter; the end result would be the same, with only his arm looking worse for it. He had discovered, too, that it became easier to funnel unconscionably potent waves of dark energy into so small a gem, saturating it in an indomitable flow without drowning or shattering the starseed and likewise costing them a new Mauvian. The chaos that bolted through his arm would have to be folded and tempered, treated with an unyielding hand, even if the cat resisted to the last.
Faustite did not abide the word, 'no'. Nor did he accept nonverbal refusals.
Nor did he address the cat's squalling. Whatever fight they were on about, Faustite decided he didn't give a s**t. Things happened to people, and people learned to live with them. Or, in the case of Heliodor, they tried their best not to live with them. Whichever way the Mauvian went with his new circumstances would be seen over the course of the next few days. His usefulness, too, would depend on Tama coaxing it out of him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2023 8:31 pm
The warning squeeze upon his starseed bore fruit for the General King. Tiny claws halted immediately in their pursuit to dig themselves into blackened skin as the pain radiated from his soul. All thoughts of what he had been saying or doing stopped near immediately. Tama forgotten as Magnus's world honed in on the hand hurried within the space of his chest. That carefully controlled stream of chaos a very stark sensation of his being altered.
In a last ditch effort to resist the chaotic energy, Magnus flailed his small arms. Claws tried to grab hold of whatever they could, but found no purchase for his attempts. He fought. He fought that chaos seeping into his body, but the General King's ability to keep pushing, undeterred, that stream of chaos into his starseed made it impossible for the mau to build a dam against it.
As the influx of chaos fully took hold, the bright purple star upon Magnus's brow slowly darkened to a deep, near concord purple. His poor attempts at freeing himself slowly ceased until he was nothing more than a feline bag hanging in Faustite's clawed grip. The fight, quite literally, knocked out of him with the chaotic energies full hold on him.
Along with that lack of fight came the realization that Magnus had no clue where he was, who had their hand in chest and what precisely was going on.
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Bishoujo-senshi Mahou-shoujo
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2023 12:15 pm
“Who am I?”Tama scoffed thinking of the ways he’d answer the petulant cat. Who was he? He was Hoshi-no-Tama. He was the greatest cat the Negaverse had. He was everything and nothing all at once. He was better than this cat because he had accepted what happened to him. He had accepted who he was. He had accepted the cruel reality that the powerful take what they want. … then why did it feel so bad? Watching Faustite hold Magnus like he was nothing but a conquest… why did it feel so… “You’re not better with normal humans.” Tama snapped and there was genuine contempt in his voice now. “You will never be better with normal humans.”It would be better if he would never think of a normal human again. He watched as the Chaos was forced into Magnus’s starseed. So this is what it looked like when Faustite…. No. That is what it looks like when a part of you dies.“They’ll only break your heart, kid.”Tama transformed into his human form and picked up Magnus’ limp body. “We’re leaving. Best this one doesn’t see this place when he finishes waking up.”But he couldn’t make himself look at Faustite no matter how hard he tried before he teleported back to Negaspace. ☆
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2023 7:43 pm
He was beat, though. Spent, exhausted for having to pump so much energy into one little furry body. It was the same as when he tried to corrupt Cybele again, or when he gave Fafnir his long-overdue promotion. These sorts of tasks wiped him the ******** out, nearly as badly as teleportation had when he was a newly minted Captain. But in these instances? Faustite had the benefit of not having to drag himself somewhere thereafter with any sort of expedience. This wasn't teleporting to some shitty alleyway so he could glamour up and claw himself the rest of the way home. Nor was it teleporting back to Negaspace and trying to find a place where he could let down his emotions before he passed the ******** out from exhaustion. No, this was more like 'take a shitload of energy orbs' and continue about the less energy-intensive tasks of his new position. Not that he knew when it would stop being 'new'. "You're welcome." It was all he could manage before both cats were gone, and Faustite was alone in his own office again. With a sigh, he collapsed onto his chair, leaning against the ornate back of it for a moment. With long fingers, he rubbed his face and tried to ease away some of the tension. No matter what he did, no matter how he did it, it felt like he ******** something up. Felt like it could've gone better. He knew that Tama expected something different, that Faustite was likely to get the third degree from the cat with a whole dissertation on how he Did It Wrong From The Start, and the thought of it alone had also exhausted him. But now they had another cat to get up to speed, who would hopefully turn out more amenable than one furry white manx that should not be named. <******** me," Faustite sighed to himself. He needed a book to get him through this s**t before he lost all sense of patience. A book and a ******** drink.
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