Taranis gave Castor a side smile, but it dropped quickly. It did feel good to see him. It felt better than he thought it would. The last real time they had been one on one they had fought over when Castor was going to kill Linarite. The senshi of sand didn't know the details, but all he knew was at some point she purified. Allegedly. But running into a person who had maybe been his closest male friend when all the others seemed to have gone? It just felt nice. A tiny tether extended from him, invisible but a connection.
Still, Taranis had reservations. "I agree with him," he said, gesturing idly to Syrtis. "Since when do you parlay with a General-King?" It didn't sound like the Castor he knew. But then again, he wasn't quite the Taranis that Castor knew once upon a time either.
"In the end, it always comes to fighting. When it starts..." He shrugged. Clearly Taranis was not a motivational speaker. He remembered when he had felt the fire to battle, when he thought it made a difference. He didn't feel that way anymore, but he would protect himself, protect an innocent if he had to. But in this crowd, none were innocent, were they? They were all causing the war in some way.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2018 3:03 pm
Prince Castor
Castor scoffed. "Sorry, didn't realize I had to expectations to live up to. I mean, I could kill a few agents if it'll make everyone feel better? Besides- Zinky and I go way back." He turned from his friend to the general king. "Don't we?" He grinned, and slowly there was a small but noticeable drop in temperature.
"But your lackey has a point. You came to talk with Corvus, not with the rest of us." He then faced the senshi of vengeance, who he knew would likely be upset with him and yell or chew him out later. "So while I'm not sorry for showing up, I am a tiny bit sorry for this-"
He flew up his hand, a wicked smile on his face- a motion Zink, Corvus, and Taranis would be familiar with. "Stinging Storm!"
Hail quickly began to careen down upon the agents gathered, as Castor laughed. Yet only Zink would notice something different- while every agent was being pelted by hail, he alone remained untouched and with the royal's gaze was fixed pointedly on him.
He gave a curt, wary nod back to Leucite, eyeing the man sharply, and stomping one heel slightly, as though to quietly prove that, in spite of the General's best efforts, it still worked fine, listening as people talked and trying to catch up on the situation.
Parlay? Wait... like in that Pirate movie? What the hell? Zink wanted to.... what on earth could he be here to offer? Or demand?
Only he didn't get to find out because... well.
CASTOR.
Castor was Castor. Castor, in his experience, was unpredictable, dangerous, and more than a little murdery when he got started, and damnit...
Just DAMN IT you did not MURDER people that came to talk. This was how you convinced people to never purify EVER. Or threaten to murder them. Or pelt them with painful ice chunks like a bad sports gatorade dunk without the gatoraide.
He shot his wife an apologetic look, took a few steps forward from up behind the chatter and moved to firmly cuff the Prince of Hail upside the back of his flowing white coiffure.
"********' SETTLE."
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2018 4:40 pm
Transcended Eternal Arsinoe
Arsinoe was not pleased that more and more seemed to be appearing. This was exactly why he thought the most powerful of them all were dangerous. Not because of the power they wielded alone but because of what they could draw out. Now instead of himself an Corvus being targets, though ones that could have backed away from the situation, there was going to be a god damn war.
There were too many unknown factors ....
Like Castor and his ******** habit of just doing whatever the ******** he wanted. Arsinoe snarled when he saw the hail start to fall and the Prince was lucky that someone else beat him to smacking the Royal upside the head or he'd have knocked him flat himself.
He turned on the Royal senshi fully this time, the transcendence marks on his skin blazing along with his anger. "What the ******** is wrong with you! This is not the time to be starting things. I dont care how much power you think you have."
They could probably take the assembled Negaverse agents and while at one point in his life he would have been all for just slaughtering all of them he wasn't that person anymore. Castor needed to be careful. He could hurt someone on their side far too easily.
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"There we go," Taranis said when Castor finally took action. "This feels more like you." He bobbed his sand ball in the air and winged it at the clustered Negas forming rank near Zinkenite, somewhere around Leucite. It wouldn't be painful, but it would be annoying to be slapped with the sand. Sand in your face and whatnot. This all seemed half-hearted anyway, even Castor's attack -- so Taranis was really just following suit with his own half-hearted defense.
He didn't leap into action, rumbling some war cry. But someone did make a move -- a Knight cuffed Prince Castor in the head. What the actual ********? Taranis spun and shoved Kairatos's hand aside, though it was too late. "Are you confused, or just a complete moron? If a General-King didn't want a ******** audience, then he would have a cat with him. It isn't his first day on the job, you know. If you don't think this is some kind of trap, then I am amazed how you have survived this long."
See, this, this was why he usually didn't ******** around with the senshi in any formal way. It only led to frustration. None of the Negas were cuffing Zinkenite for getting chatty with a senshi he had no hope of corrupting.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2018 9:15 pm
Transcended Knight Valhalla
”Hey!” Valhalla shouted when Castor decided it was a good idea to use his magic without any provocation. Ignoring his brother’s sputtering for him to, again, not do anything stupid, Valhalla quickly moved when the others did, but instead of making his way over to Castor, he took a position that would place him between the prince and the general king, his back to Zinkenite in an attempt to stop any additional attacks directed at him, or any of the other Negaverse officers.
“You’re not needed here, Castor,” the knight of Jupiter frowned, glancing over to the man who also seemed like he was trying to start a fight. He couldn’t recall seeing this eternal senshi before, but it was obvious that Castor knew him. They seemed to be old friends.
“Kairatos and Arsinoe are right. Now isn’t the time to start things. You should leave, too,” he said with a nod to Taranis. Valhalla may not have had one-on-one conversations with either Kairatos or Arsinoe, or even Corvus, but they’d all been around long enough, had seen each other out fighting and trying to protect those they cared for, for Valhalla to know their names. The senshi with the sand magic, however… Despite his fairly good memory for faces and names, he couldn’t conjure the memory of seeing or hearing about him.
Eternal Sailor Oberon
Oberon grimaced when Castor used his magic, but wasn’t quite fast enough to grab onto Valhalla’s cloak before he moved further into the gathering. Stepping right into danger.
“Val,” he hissed and quickly shoved his phone back into his pocket so he could jog after his idiot brother. “They can teleport. You can’t. They’ll be fine,” he tried reasoning with Valhalla under his breath, knowing very well he was placing himself between General King Zinkenite, whom Oberon was pleased to note was shorter than himself now that he’d grown, and the sociopathic Prince Castor.
“Castor’s just overcompensating for his small p***s,” Oberon said, waving his hand as though to casually dismiss the whole thing. “Let him wag it around a bit and when no one’s impressed, he’ll leave on his own. It’s always been like that with him.”
Time stood still. There was a moment's breath where the tension in the air could have been cut with a knife, no doubt. Flickers of light danced around the edges of the auras she could sense arriving around the outskirts of what had, so briefly, been a peaceful meeting place.
Celsus. He was there somewhere. She couldn't pinpoint where exactly, but she knew in the same way she knew when Arsinoe was near. It made her heart swell, but a moment of worry quickly followed. If things were going to turn south...
This is what Arsinoe had meant. This was why he had cautioned her.
As Benitoite chimed in the Senshi of Vengeance rolled her eyes, making an idle comment to the young man not far from the General King's side. "I said parley, not soiree, but I see where you might have gotten confused given how quickly the numbers have added up. Briefly they had been outnumbered at the start but slowly the lights were starting to outnumber the shadows.
Numbers mean nothing if they're better fighters.
Castor spoke and she heard his words, but she wasn't listening to whether or not they were said with sincerity. There was history between Castor and Zinkenite, obviously, and if it was anything near as bad as the history between the Prince of Hail and the Knight of Ganymede he'd challenged two years ago, they were in for Trouble.
Corvus continued to ignore Cavansite -- not because they did not have unfinished business as well, but because this was not the place for it -- and instead listened to the other woman offering words of wisdom (Stibnite). Her words were seconded by another (Leucite), who continued on to impart some wisdom of his own to the young Mars knight. The things they could all learn from one another... Discipline was definitely one of them.
In listening to the words of others she was missing what was happening beside her. Castor, who had claimed to be there for support, was now letting someone else call the shots to egg him on. It worked, because of course it did, and there he was doing what he did best.
"You are absolutely unbelievable!" she snapped, finally letting lose some of the fury that she'd been holding back under the guise of mild irritation. She was so incredibly tired of foolish men making poor choices without considering the consequences of their actions. Corvus would have taken a swing at Castor herself had a knight (Kairatos) not done it first-- had her cousin not whirled around as well.
"People like you are the reason why we're still fighting-- you and your petty squabbles and your childish bickering." She could feel her magic welling within, bubbling just beneath the surface and begging to be let free. Vengeance did not attack those who made no move to attack first. This was not how she operated. "Kill who you will or what you will on your own time, but stop wasting mine. I'll have no part in this, Castor, and I'll thank you to take your pissing contest elsewhere, the both of you."
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2018 9:39 pm
General Benitoite
Had he been on his own, or at least had Zinkenite not been here, there was little doubt that he'd have gone after the prince for this stunt. It didn't matter that the other was a prince, and he himself was a General, the fact he launched an attack on them without provication was an idiot move. The tension in the air was thick, without a doubt, it was not a smart thing to launch an attack. It risked a fight breaking out, and the talk he wanted to let continue on wouldn't happen period.
But Zinkenite was here and so was Katya. Katya who was small and furry and he heard her cry out as she was hit with small bits of hail. While a person could handle the attack, with it stinging a lot, she was not a person and had a much smaller and delicate frame. So without much thought he shouted over his shoulder, as he was turning towards Katya's small figure. "There are cats here you know - idiot!" Ignoring the hail hitting his back he had moved to cover the poor cat as he ducked his head down and turtled around her as he made himself into a shield for her. "It's ok Katya." He'd make sure she was safe...and then he had some words for that winged fool.
"I've got you."
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“You could -try- to kill a few agents.”
Zinkenite’s voice was cold now, “But you’ve always been too afraid to go after the people whom might prove you’re smaller than… well, anything Corvus has under her skirts….”
He let his gaze dip for a moment and back. “And she wears them better, and, should I be considering trying to woo her to our side, consider this. At least she’d be worth making the offer to.”
His hand curled into a fist, disgusted. “If you want to prove you’re worth your wings, then think with more than your… ‘ego’, Put your might where it might make a difference, unless you’re that afraid to fight anyone who likewise, shares a faux title of royalty. But then… you needed someone else to saunter into your little, sand box, and do your thinking for you."
“Call me, Castor, when you’re mature enough for an actual fight. Come, Generals, let them finish fighting among themselves. We have better things to do."
He placed a hand on Cavansite’s and Benitonite’s Shoulders and teleported away.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2018 9:52 pm
General Stibnite
Stibnite felt as if she had been watching a ping-pong match between the members of Order. More flooded in. More made comments. And suddenly, she was being smacked by hail.
Arms up to protect her head, those red eyes were narrowing over at the so called 'Prince' before she caught sight of a sand ball headed directly at Leucite. So help that little brat if he hurt him she would have his butt wings as a trophy.
But before she could do anything, the strangest thing happened: they attacked each other? Stibnite couldn't shadow the surprise on her face as she watched not one, not three, but five of Order turn on the powered superior. Well, if that didn't say something about how well things were going nothing would.
Without much time to consider it, her eyes jerked back to the General King she stood by. His orders were clear and as she turned back to give a nod to Leucite. "Shame. This could have been better than a movie." She smirked, making one more mental note of the faces across from them before she followed her fellow agents.
Oh, he should have known that it would be cold, dirty betrayal. After all, the White Moon were a bunch of honorless dogs, and it showed in their Royals. Oh, the hail was more an annoyance than actual danger - Leucite hissed in annoyed anger, pulling his coat up over his head to try to deflect the falling chunks of ice. He felt the dull THWACK of the sand ball against his coat, felt it burst against the thick fabric as he growled.
He was moments away from summoning his spear to tear these two a new a*****e - loaded for bear or not, when he heard the Mars Knight he actually had some respect for shout something, and as he lifted his head to turn and see the scene unfold - as Order turned upon itself like a snake eating it's own tail, he had to suppress another bark of a laugh. Oh this was - RICH.
"Thank you, your highness, for proving my earlier point," Leucite fired back into the teeth of those who had disturbed the fragile peace. "Order is, it seems, full of honorless dogs, and undisciplined thugs, and yet you have the audacity to call US villains?"
He heard Beni call out about the cat, and Lecuite couldn't help the low, dark laugh escape his lips. "You even attack Cats?! Who attacks cats?! Monsters - that's who."
At Zink's order to withdraw he did not hesitate - nor bandy any further words - but vanished to join the others in their escape.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2018 10:48 pm
Syrtis's shock and disappointment could not have been more pronounced if someone had told him basketball was cancelled forever. He stared at the spot where Zinkenite and Cavansite and Benitonite had vanished, hands pulling at his hair as if he couldn't believe what he'd just seen.
And then Leucite and Stibnite disappeared too.
His Mars Knight heart roared with the injustice of this. The filthy, rotten, dirty tease of it. <******** LAME," he rumbled out, grieving the-battle-that-could-have-been, flipping off the space Zinkenite had vacated with both hands. He made another rude gesture - with his hand and his pelvis this time, "******** wank off is what that was."
Vulcan still stood with her arms crossed over her chest and her lips pursed. She was thoughtful more than she was pissed off - too seasoned a warrior to feel the sting of this slight as acutely at the page who struggled with his rage behind her.
She thought - a good tactician, somebody who'd meant to lay a trap, might teleport to the perimeter of a large gathering of order soldiers. Might try to pin them in, mount an attack from the outside.
"Syrtis," she snapped, "calm down."
"I AM CALM!" He shouted, pointing aggressively at the nearest spot once occupied by a Negaverse agent. "Did you see what those cowards did? They just vanished!"
"Yes, I'm right here." Vulcan hissed, "and I'm still not convinced this wasn't a trap." She raised her head, eyes landing fondly on Oberon for an instant before addressing the others who remained. "I'm going to check the perimeter. Watch your backs."
Kairatos Jerked his hand away from Taranis with a flash in his green eyes that suggested he was tempted to do more than what he did next, which was to pinch a finger and thumb together and make an angry flick at Taranis's face.
"No, Dumbass but I'm pretty sure YOU are if you're listening to Let The Bodies Hit the Floor over here. If I just heard things right, they were here to TALK to Corvis, and right up until the Blackbird opened his dipshit mouth, we might have learned something and she had plenty of backup.
God it sounded like a Castor party too. He was having flashbacks to a ballroom and people skidding across the floor. Back when he was still wearing black leathers and jumping to fight Castor at a much, much lower rank. "Way to blow it on getting Zink to soliloquize. He DOES That but apparently the d**k measuring contest was just too damn good to pass up.
SECOND. General King. They do that. They pop in and out like it's nothing, because for them it's nothing. Unless we have a distraction at the front, we're gonna loose them the second we draw back for a punch. LIKE JUST HAPPENED
But I mean hey. Good job. You threw some ice. They escaped, and you proved to the nice man with the spear and the really big brain and the fists to back it up that as a group, we are as tactical as a room full of startled cats. This situation was for Corvus. She was the one who SHOULD have been calling the shots. We SHOULD have been backing her up, not trying to take over the show for two second of fast melting glory. The man is probably going to show up with a bucket of rock salt or something just for a laugh next time."
He threw his hands up in a gesture of mocking congratulations, rocking back slightly on the ball of his foot, the other moved around to help him keep his balance, or roll with it if the temperamental, short sited senshi took a swing. Or Castor did.
God was he calling someone short sighted? s**t he was getting old or something. Or Smarter. He really hoped it was smarter.
Wolfeite, on the fringes of the group, half shrouded in the shadows that curled around him, deepening the blackness so that his golden eyes were the only bright, glowing thing, wondered if everyone on the Order side was stupid.
He knew this already, of course; but watching it play out in front of him was just more monumental proof that none of them had any idea of what they were doing. For one thing, they were all standing around posturing and yelling at one another. For another, the one with the wings who looked more like a jackass than the rest of them, seemed to be determined to show off like some proud peacock spreading its feathers.
Wolfeite was unimpressed.
He was also relatively amused by the attempts at chivalry - or stupidity - or melodramatics - whatever it was, because mostly it was Order running rampant and the rest of the Negaverse scampering this way and that. Wolfeite, who had been half crouched, the tips of his clawed fingers pressed against the cool grass, now straightened, ears flat back against his head of wild, tangled hair.
He did not teleport away with the others. He was not a coward as they were.
The rest of them were merely pawns, and he was not going to bow to that.
There was a crackle of magic, and of course, Castor being Castor. Also known as Castor preening, or perhaps showing off, or whatever it was that princes did to show their power. Celsus was less than pleased on a multitude of levels, only half of which had to do with Castor, the other half having to do with the fact that Corvus had not called him, had not even so much as sent him a text or a notice of what was happening. And yet another part of him was concerned about Valhalla appearing, back towards the unfamiliar General-King.
Valhalla and his good heart. Corvus and her fiery determination. He was not good enough for this.
The golden markings around Celsus' neck glowed bright and hot for a moment, a stinging sensation against his throat that had him wincing, and he pushed aside the disparaging thoughts, tamped down on the natural instinct to put himself lower than the others.
He felt a hand on his arm. Celsus turned and saw Emrys watching him warily, a little concern in his eyes, and Celsus gave him a small nod, intended to be reassuring, before his twin gave a nod as well, the corners of his lips curling just the smallest amount in a faint smile before his fingers fell away.
The Negaverse agents - most of them - were gone now. Celsus made his way towards the front, giving Kairatos a quick smile, and Oberon an amused look for his comments, Emrys following along beside him, staff still clutched in his white gloved hands - though, as Celsus glanced at him, he could see his brother's head held high with a determination that felt strange and unfamiliar. Something akin to pride curled in Celsus's chest as he came up to where everyone stood.
"First of all," said Celsus, in an airy sort of voice that nevertheless held a certain amount of ringing tension to it. He wasn't looking at Corvus, but he was beside her, her presence radiating through him. "I'd rather you not intimate that my girlfriend is seducing anyone to anything. Second of all - "
His green eyes were cut glass as they bored into Castor.
