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 Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2022 5:48 am
“Hey! I haven’t technically gone pro-himbo yet, Lil’s! I just — well —*fine*—” and for a moment he was so happy to see her n Alkmene! Until his own private mental record full of words scratched mid sentence, skipped twelve beats, and suddenly Albite was culling the bind of his magic sharply; allowing it shrivel out and die in shame. People weren’t exactly happy — and that was definitely his own fault now.
He could follow orders though! Liliths, Faustites; Jadas smothered groan that he flagged as being so out of place that he *knew* he should’ve been stepping down n falling to heel.
Everything had gone oh so very differently in his head; only there was no undoing it now. He’d picked up the shovel n *dug* - left the ladder that led out at the very, utmost, *top*. The center of the Earth felt far less cozy when he actually looked around and realized he’d ******** up in a way where his own ‘sorry’ wasn’t going to be good enough right then. When looking at Faustite made him wince, until he was hissing a slow breath and stepping back — stepping down — and taking the sort of stance that angled him away from Muris curled form.
He couldn’t help but hone in on the clipped pacing n sworl of smoky heat that his beloved boy’d become; he’d really, really, really have to apologize to Faustite later.
Properly.
And Jada — and —
The whole team, probably.
He made himself a quiet promise to figure out how to do so, while stealing more scant space away, ruddy gaze narrowly caught between Faustites spring-trap form and the biggest source of sound in the room. It was kinda amazing, actually, finally meeting someone who could out-word him. It was such a rare phenom that Albite felt it was a shame they couldn’t’ve taken him home.
It wasn’t about him though, and if he could remember that? Then he could let the other Senshi walk away. If Faustite wanted it n the team was hewn in half for deciding creatively.
If Jada and Lils were right —
“My sun and —-“ the endearment caught him off guard, and he stammered at a tilt, it was a lot, a lot of words aimed his way; sharp, needling things that he wanted to put answers to, “m’not disagreeing with my — *anybody* — m’just occasionally an impulsive a** who never once asked to have the rule book read aloud — So if you’re expecting some kinda gentleman-ness to apply, from me!?“ He shrugged his mounting confusion aside and frowned, because if there were consequences for this? Fine, whatever, him n consequences could hang all day. He could even get real imaginative with it! The knowing wouldn’t’ve changed his actions, especially not now.
“N’ for the record? The tramp stamp is beneath the butt-wings,” and it read like a personal love letter paying homage to all the love he’d happily sunk his whole heart for; all sorts of bold blacks n claw marks outlined by singe scars. How he couldn’t’ve done anything without a massive amount of help. He felt for Muri who wanted only to make it right; to Faustite, b if he coulda said walking off wasn’t the answer, or something that sounded real smart about reverse psychology n the ways their team teased people, but those were future conversations to be had, “but whatever, you wanna get gone on the nearest strugglebus home —”
Albite was trying very hard not to argue, about Muris idea of leaving his magic unmanaged, about judging his organization; hell, about a lot of things. Because Albite didn’t have those same hang ups with finding help, knew the look of it same as he knew he was always asking after offers of aid for the benefit of himself and others, like, twenty-four-seven. So even as an oldest sibling? He had a hard time following Muri on—on anything, but that too felt right, typical. For him it was all just a lot of gut instinct and ‘ooh shiny’ ideas that dithered about into nothingness or edged him into making choices. He knew he probably could’ve asked Hina or Trey for a crash course on proper eldest sibling-hood and been able to better understand whatever piece he was missing from Muris speech that just didn’t click. Should’ve probably talked to Ransomite too, for all he knew of priest-things.
He hoped he could catch up to Muri then and hopefully with a better understanding in hand, because right then? He was just confused, wanting ever closer to his boys twisting fire where it lay barely contained. Really — For ‘Muri being someone who hated asking for help, albite thought he sure as hell sounded like he was asking for help, so much so that it felt like an offense to ignore it!
“I won’t stop you again,” and it maybe helped that Lils had very nicely reminded him this was a guest or something. “M’sorry Firebrand…”
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2022 9:07 am
The little dark mirror Twink walked right past him and Fafnir felt a rare flash of rage that made his fingers twitch as they curled into his palm. He let his hand fall away and very carefully schooled his features into impassivity until the anger had faded. The tittering little piece of trash… Too stupid to see the clear offer that could have gotten him out of all of this, with benefits. And that nickname… not as bad as ‘faflys’, but he’d offered him respect, treated him like an equal, and gotten disrespect thrown back in his face.
If this had been a different place, if it had just been the two of them… But, as usual, the circumstances were never in favor of giving Fafnir what he truly wanted. Instead, he packaged that anger up neatly and put it away, turning back to watch the group when he was sure his manner was cool and collected again. Faustite was pacing again, clearly unhappy with how the situation was going. Albite was being an a*****e, and if he hadn’t been so tightly controlled, Fafnir might have winced at his tactlessness. There were other new team members he hadn’t met, and more suggestions of what to do. The one who’d suggest movies looked as aggrieved as Fafnir felt, and that earned her some feeling of fellowship, even if he didn’t express it.
Faustite wanted to let him go, and that ended things for the corrupt as neatly as severing them with a knife. If Faustite didn’t want him, then there was no use courting him. Fafnir was certainly not going to go against his general’s wishes, whatever the others were doing… but the flood of words that suddenly fountained forth were interesting. Quietly, unobtrusively, he brought out his communicator and opened it, activating the tablet. He typed as the mirror senshi rained down little nuggets of information, neatly organizing the details of a life and identity that could, some day, be useful to know. Such as when trying to figure out the civilian name behind the ruffled little costume.
The rest of the tirade, he only half listened to, mentally eyerolling at the ‘look how idiotic I’m being because I’m an oldest child, knowing full well how idiotic I’m being’. There was no point actually answering him, eldest child or not, since he was clearly didn’t expect one. Whether or not this boy thought he was unsupported by choice, Fafnir could not believe he had truly hidden it from his court unless they were negligent in his management and training. There was still merit in turning him over to his superiors, but Faustite had not cared for that suggestion, so at least for now that option was off the table. If there was nothing to be done now, and Fafnir could see precious little, then at least he could observe and record, and hope that eventually, he ran into this boy out alone in the city where they could have a… conversation, just the two of them.
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Bishoujo-senshi Mahou-shoujo
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2022 9:23 am
Oh. The captive senshi had struck a chord with Faustite. There was no hiding it now. Tama was intrigued. What was it that Murikabushi had said or done that caused such a reaction? Was it the man’s magic or was it being called a ‘monster’? At least the rest of the team was a bit more predictable in their actions. Jada being the voice of reason. Lilith being helpful. Alkmene being hot (or was he feeling something else from him today?…). And, of course, Albite being Albite. Heck, even the one who he didn’t know yet was taking notes! Murikabushi had spunk to be able to hold his own around all of them. It just made the Dark Mirror senshi all the more interesting. “Such self-hatred.” Tama purred. “I knew one like you once.”The man was much more of a piece of work than he had initially thought. The cat had a habit of finding those and collecting them. “What Neko-sama is suggesting is that you need other people, if you seem to think so or not. I can teach you how to use your magic in a better way that might be more accepting to you. You have it whether you want it or not.”He nodded to Albite. “But I won’t stop you from walking away, either. Not that I could do a thing about it if Faustite or Albite didn’t wish.” ☆
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2022 1:14 pm
"He's already upset, can we just - we just let him go already? The - the longer - the longer he stays here when he wants to leave, the less he'll want to - to ever talk to any of us again??" The longer the conversation on, the more Pax knew they must have been physically withdrawing, tension carving itself into their shoulders. They knew, consciously, it was not a good way to make an impression, but it was too hard for them to work around; too many unfamiliar people, too much new information, too many loud voices.
They might have had more sympathy (not likely, Pax was generally deficient in sympathy, but possible) if Murikabushi had talked less, but there was a point where they stopped listening and started withdrawing, and it all just became so much noise to them. None of it meant anything. It was too much, and as such, it became nothing. Talking past him, around him made sense: it was the only option where they could keep a direct line of thought about it,
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2022 2:18 pm
Wasn’t often that Reiki got sick of hearing the sound of his own voice, but……man, after his impromptu one-man show over here, he teetered right up on the edge of that precipice. Every word he said, no matter which pieces he chose to omit, still counted as giving these people information that they could (and, much like Heather Perry and the rest of her little clique before him, no doubt would) use against him later. Besides that, he had to live with himself and knew better than anybody exactly how ******** annoying he could be to deal with.
Albite, for the most part, made Reiki pinch the bridge of his nose and silently thank the stars, Buddha, Reiki’s aggressively queer polyamorous personal hot take on Jesus, Satan, or whoever that……maybe Albite was with the Negaverse, but he did seem to have the “pure of heart” part of being a himbo down pat.…… Maybe not in the arena of larger-scale concerns, but at least in that he did seem to care about his people, about protecting them and doing right by them. However anything else played out tonight, Reiki would have to make a mental note to behave himself with Albite in the future—like, genuinely so, rather than trying to play the role they wanted until he got out of whatever situation he managed to find himself in. Unfortunately, Team Phoenix Force’s resident Pure-Heart Bear had a point that the magical girl weirdness community in Destiny City didn’t seem to have very much room in it. While turning and walking away from all of these people was nominally easy enough, they’d be able to sense his aura and who knew whether or not they’d allow him to quietly ******** off, the way that Faustite wanted.
At least, for all Reiki had chewed him out, Albite still got a nod and a Look far softer and more earnest than Reiki intended—one that certainly suggested a sympathy for Albite, no matter how much he……admittedly hadn’t acted like it.……or like his best self in general.…… Granted, he didn’t feel like it was entirely unfair on his part, assuming the worst about being snatched to a burned-out Silent Hill basement by a Negaverse General who hated him. Still, for all his talk, he certainly hadn’t been living by several of the principles that his family had raised him with.…… The ones he’d probably lived out best so far had been those involving ideas like “Don’t pull someone’s pigtails to tell them you like them, it isn’t nice” and “Sometimes, people just don’t like you. You can’t please everyone and it’s rude to press the matter or act like you know their feelings better than they do.”
At that, Reiki had likely done so much better with those principles………because they played right into the Fantasy he’d feeling since finding out what he’d done to Kerberos—and had a harder time denying since Astraya—in which the magic in his starseed had destined him for an awakening with Chaos, was proof of something irreparably broken in him, meant he never should’ve wished to be a magical girl and more than deserved whatever pain he endured, not least because he could survive it, so what did it really matter.
The fantasy in which he Did Not Get To Have Nice Things.
Because of reasons.
Truly, Abbey Roadkill had the right idea, protesting that they ought to have let Reiki go already—but Neko-sama……kept insisting. And it made sense enough, Reiki guessed, based on what he knew about Mauvians from Soya-hime. Helping senshi was their job: Awakening them, providing aid, giving life advice, occasionally watching The Wizard of Oz on their laptops while sharing a bed with them and their Best Girl, after the senshi in question had spent a good six weeks burning himself out for Pride Season and had earned a ******** multiple-day nap.
Whatever the rest of this team had going on in their heads, Reiki had no reason to assume that the Mauvian was being anything but genuine in his offers, so……a deep breath, and a nod in his direction.
“I want to believe you, Neko-sama, but……I’m really struggling to imagine a use for my magic that doesn’t make me feel this way? When it works, it only seems to do one very specific thing: fill people with ravenous hunger. Doesn’t seem to matter what for—so far, we’ve got literal food, starseeds, and two that I’m not at liberty to disclose.”
Well. One. Since he hadn’t exactly done follow-up with Sailor Huge-Tits of Who-Cares, and therefore didn’t know what he’d made her hungry for. But this team didn’t know that, and Reiki distinctly was not obligated to tell them.
“It’s not even a ‘Fire destroys but it also warms food and cauterizes wounds’ situation, to me? Because……sure, you could argue that some people need help to even feel hungry when they need that? But some people can be starving, and still, the hungry thing inside them whispers that it doesn’t want to eat. Tells them that what they really want? Is to continue going without.”
An admission (or at least an overly informed non-admission) that, Reiki realized, opened him up to all manner of questions he didn’t want to deal with—not least because the answers would surely be used against him, in the end. By (Reiki’s idea of) Negaverse standards, Faustite and his team would’ve been a special kind of stupid not to take the revelation that Reiki danced around and use it to their advantage.
Well. Whatever. Mind increasingly consumed by the nauseated skin-crawl of staying here when he couldn’t trust he’d actually be allowed to leave, Reiki just……resolved to deal with it later. None of this conversation had gone as planned, so he was done trying to predict any of it.
Sighing softly, he told Neko-sama, “Regardless of anything else, if you’re serious? Yeah. I would like to hear if you have any ideas for using this magic aside from ‘Don’t.’ It’s not like I became a magical girl because I loved throwing bricks at people. Could’ve done that just fine without all the excess drama. I just……have felt pretty sure that, seeing as my magic only does the one thing, it was unsalvageable. And of course, whether or not you’ll be allowed to help me, and in what capacity?”
Yet another shrug, as Reiki crossed his arms and turned his gaze back to Faustite, wound tight and ready to snap. “Depends on your General and what he wants done with the dangerous, self-torturing, outright suicidal, virtue-signaling Mirror-Thing in the room.”
Each of those adjectives, and the moniker Mirror-Thing, had come from Faustite’s own mouth. Passive-aggressive? Maybe. But he was the one who’d acted like Reiki didn’t listen, just because Reiki hadn’t left two other places when disrespected in one instance and terrified out of moving in the second. So……here. He could have evidence to the contrary—which just so happened to back up Reiki’s assertion that Faustite hated him and wanted him gone.
Who said things like that, using the tones that Faustite had used, to someone for whom they held any positive regard?
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2022 4:39 pm
"Shut the ******** up." Not that Murikabushi was under any obligation to listen to someone of a separate faction. Not that Faustite was at liberty to shut him up. Hadn't helped when the Mirror Senshi admitted that his inhumanity hadn't made him lesser, as White Moon filth oft believed. Worse that Faustite's lack of humanity earned him several points with Murikabushi, which, while he cursed himself, his heart swelled for it. Perhaps that meant he thought Faustite was cute, which was the absolute last thought Faustite ever wanted to have involuntarily. He didn't need a crush on one of their kind. He didn't need one of them. He needed that Court gone, and how was he to be rid of each and every one if he couldn't stop himself from flirting with one? Faustite was simultaneously wound tight as an E string and exhausted. Hearing Murikabushi excuse his Court so easily, Faustite assumed that the boy knew nothing of its history. Didn't care to learn it. Maybe none of the original court was left to dispense any of that. Maybe they just didn't give a damn how many times they ******** with the Negaverse and the officers that suffered had to sit on their words and actions. He paced faster. He thought about the pandora wraiths. About Mirrorspace swallowing them whole and subjecting them to a death-defying relay race. About Sinope. His dad. His brother. And the team's continued push for a Dark Mirror ally. Tama wanted to adopt this one, Fafnir posed a lucrative deal, and Albite didn't want him to leave either. How the ******** was he supposed to reconcile any of this? He tried to think through Pax's complaining. What if Murikabushi set up one of his subordinates to suffer the same way he had? The Court never cared for Negaverse lives; they were all sources of energy to it, much the same as any White Moon or civilian. Could he, in sound conscience, allow them to take this one in like a bird with a broken limb? Murikabushi was already accepting Tama's deal, in whatever form that came. The boy didn't understand his magic, didn't take the extra steps of thought to recognize what it brought to light. Didn't seem to understand that strength of character didn't come from what happened to a person, but what they did with what happened. Didn't care to think that, in that way, someone could learn from the hungers that were brought to light. Far ******** be it for Faustite to teach him. … And he brought the conversation back to Faustite. "******** —" he breathed, smoky and overstimulated. "Quit your self-deprecating bullshit or I'll melt your ******** lips together. If I have to say it, fine — I ******** forgive you. Tama's going to do whatever the ******** he wants, anyway, so the ******** does he care what I think about it," he finished, his words beginning to sizzle and pop. "Keep yourself available. This is the Farnsworth building basement. Expect a dead drop on the first floor in the receptionist's desk. Give you instructions on how — and when — to rendezvous with Tama." He was going to regret that. He already felt a brewing, sickening storm of regret building behind the grate. "I'm ******** leaving. All of you — debrief at Jada's. Albite, pop some energy. Play taxi." With that, he vanished in a plume of furling smoke. The room fell dark.
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Bishoujo-senshi Mahou-shoujo
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2022 5:38 pm
What, exactly, was happening? Tama’s ears twitched on his head and a glance to the side showed his amusement, tinged as it was with a bit of disbelief. For once, Tama had been willing to come to heel for Faustite. But it seemed he would allow Tama’s offer to stand. Well, ‘Tama's going to do whatever the ******** he wants, anyway, so the ******** does he care what I think about it’ was the technical reason given. Truth be told, the Mauvian usually didn’t care what Faustite thought. But this time he actually had cared, in a way. He’d never seen the general this bothered by anything before. There was a part of the cat that was beginning to care about his emotional well-being yet was loath to admit it. “As you will.” Tama answered Faustite, but his voice lacked its usual sass. “I cannot promise you anything.” He turned to Murikabushi. “After all, the magic is yours and I am only a guide.”He looked at the hot mess of a place — the Farnsworth, the senshi — and knew he had his work cut out for him. “But I assure you, I can find a better solution to your magic than ‘don’t’.”Tama left with the others. Perhaps he should check on Faustite to see if he was okay? The cat thought better of it. No. But maybe I’ve have Albite check it… you know, just in case.☆
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2022 5:49 pm
I didn’t want your ******** forgiveness, you irascible motherfu—
That Reiki waited until his kidnapper left to roll his eyes was honestly a miracle. Shortly thereafter, the bridge of his nose got pinched up again, and he was half-tempted to just. squeeze until he ******** broke something. You’re the one who brought me here, he thought at the empty space where Faustite had been. You’re the one who keeps talking like—ugh, whatever.
So, there.
He’d been right and so had Obaasan’s old advice about taking people at their word instead of forcing the issue: Faustite couldn’t stand him, didn’t want to be around him, wanted him gone. Exactly as he’d ******** said, how many times by now?
Not that Reiki blamed him, honestly. Wanted an answer, yes, but he hadn’t spoken the damn question, not exactly, so he couldn’t blame Faustite for not answering it. Why did you even take me if it wasn’t for ******** punishment? You could’ve left me on that filthy subway floor instead of subjecting either of us to each other ever again. You’d have been in perfectly good company, and <******** happier, apparently.
For some ******** value of “happy.” Faustite seemed like he would’ve said I’m never happy as a genuine expression of his emotional state, rather than a purposeful invocation of Prince Zuko.
Not that Reiki could judge. As he nodded to Neko-sama, tried to absorb the idea that that sure was happening (he’d need to let Soya know; she might have had other ideas about how to proceed), he couldn’t get excited about the thought that maybe, the situation with his magic wasn’t all hopeless bullshit. (Believing that to be true might have helped, but Reiki didn’t, so.) He couldn’t stop thinking about Faustite, wondering why he’d gone through all this trouble instead of just choosing violence or following his own advice—behaving in the best interests of his own stated desires—and staying away from Reiki.
You stole me here. You called your team. They gave you multiple suggestions. Is it really asking for so much? Wanting you to be <******** honest about what you wanted, instead of acting like I’m a lunatic for believing what you say?
Lips pursed, Reiki clamped his trembling hands around his elbows in a vain attempt at getting them to still. ******** his heart for shuddering in so much……whatever ******** emotions wanted to drown him, this time. Too many of them to tell. All of them screaming for center-stage at the same time. Making Reiki’s nerves and his throat itch to do something that he knew very well he shouldn’t. Knew he’d regret doing later. Knew wouldn’t make him feel better in the long-run, not really.
He didn’t even have the tools for it. Could easily get them at CVS………but there were as many 24-hour gyms as 24-hour drugstores in Destiny City, he was pretty sure. Wouldn’t feel great about doing what he now had in mind, either, because he knew he wasn’t supposed to, but at least it was worlds better than the first idea.
Eyes dulled and voice flat, he looked from Faustite’s former space to his team. “Any parting shots from the rest of you,” he deadpanned, “or is a b***h allowed to find a mirror, now?”
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2022 6:18 pm
Albite was apologizing, which was all well and good, except for the tiny, minute detail that he was apologizing to Faustite and not to her.
Of course their General probably deserved an apology, too, but it hadn't been Faustite's plan that he'd ruined with a swing of his tattoo. He was as reckless with his magic as he ever was, and as always, he was taking no responsibility for those actions.
Their guest was still standing around. The problem was not, technically solved.
Jadarite could have screamed, and that was before Faustite opened his mouth again and invited the entire unorganized disaster of a team to come and rendezvous at her apartment. It didn't help with the desire to go off, but of course she had to press her lips shut, because there was no way that she wanted to stop being his trusted Captain, and that meant that she had to deal with these curveballs when he threw them.
She would catch them with ease and grace, even if it meant she had to bite her tongue.
"367 Appleton Drive," she told them, in a measured tone. "Apartment five. Power down at least a block away."
Then she was gone. She needed at least a moment of silence before the others caught up.
[Exit]
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2022 7:08 pm
This entire gathering has been such a modgepodge of different thoughts and opinions that it was honestly a miracle that the general consensus got to anything. Even if that was for Muri to just get the hell out of sight. Funny thing was, as Helio sat back and listened the continuous onslaught of words pouring from the mirror senshi’s mouth, there were key things that sparked the corrupts attention.
But he kept his mouth shut. The last damn thing they needed at this point was more words cause Murikabashi was taking care of most of them. His mind was seemingly made up on any matters and considering how much he appeared a mouse amongst their team, it was unlikely such a gathering was going to change any minds.
Not to mention dear Albite was being…well Albite. Helio sighed as he slumped a bit harder against the wall. He was ******** tired and hurt. Still, he watched Murikibashi with the others.
Faustite it seemed was not comfortable with everything going on if that pacing was of any indication. Hell, just the clipped remarks and practical snarls. A passing thought of appreciation that it wasn’t him the vitriol was being direction to was pleasing. He wanted to reach out and grab one of those blackened hands and offer reassurance and support. But sadly, doing so could cause problems in this sort of situation. So, instead, Helio’s hand fisted the yellow sleeve of his fuku.
The right thing was done though. They were leaving and the mirror ssenshi would be left alone to fight another day. It didn’t mean that everything was settled. Helio doubted it would be settled anytime soon, but there were a lot of thoughts thrown aroun dhere that would need to be sifted through. Consequences that would need to be decided upon if the Mirror senshi approached again.
A rendezvous had been declared. Likely a debriefing and Helio internally sighed at that. He needed to take care of some of his more painful aches before meeting with the group again. Pushing away from the wall, his stiff legs faltere dhim the tiniest bit before he strolled up to Muri, their height difference forcing the corrupt to look upwards. He didn’t say anything, just gave the man a measuring look that was anything but aggressive or pushy. Just…curious. As if he was trying to fully comprehend the court senshi. A moment passed. “If I remember right, there’s a bathroom two levels up. Should be a mirror or two in there that you can use.”
With that he walked away and shuffled close to albite. “Care to give me a ride to Jada’s from my place? I need to grab a few things before reconvening.” With Albite’s response, Helio departed the dirty, dust fill basement.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2022 10:41 am
Well. Not the way he had expected this meeting to go, but now he wasn't quite sure what he had expected in the first place. When Faustite issued his commands, Fafnir straightened and closed up his communicator, tucking it safely into subspace.
Conclusions? He was no more impressed with the Dark Mirror Court than he had been before, but he did have slightly more information now. He was also unimpressed with this particular member of that court. Had he been one of Fafnir's recruits, a strict training program would have been called for. This untethered flailing about was dangerous, both for him and for the court as a whole. But, as he wasn't part of the Negaverse, Fafnir felt justified in labeling that opinion as 'none of my business'. The senshi would sink or swim on his own, as he had worked so hard for.
When the pink haired woman rattled off her address, he had to resist the urge to cringe at the information leek. There was a chance that would come to nothing, but like the Mauvian parading about blasting his signature, he was just a bit uncomfortable with the lack of precaution. It was, at least, helpful for him.
Turning, Fafnir offered the dark mirror senshi a not-quite-mocking little half bow.
"A pleasure to meet you. Hopefully we'll cross paths again in the future." He said with his best customer service smile. Straightening, he turned and disappeared, teleporting himself back to his car and the relative safety of the parking garage.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2022 9:36 pm
Albite, for once, had nothing left to say. Simply nodding at Heliodore in acknowledgement, snatching Tama n Pax along for the ride to Em's, n then back for Aelius as part of making his rounds with those of the group who couldn't bounce about so easily. He was relieved almost to be given an out that was an ask following an even easier order; Faustite'd had his piece and Albite wasn't about to rebuke the group a second time.
There'd be no parting shots, no lingering barbs; curled his lip for Muri calling himself a *b***h* -- though he couldn't fathom why the Mirror riled him so! Not that it mattered. His own large a** foot was firmly imbedded in his own damn mouth for the whole thing now. N there was no pulling it free with ease; better to keep his gob shut around it less he stepped in anything more messily than he already had.
It was time to go.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2023 6:37 pm
This was, to tell the truth, exactly the kind of shitshow Lilith had hoped it wouldn't be. Nothing got resolved, everyone left more pissed than they started. She shook her head, but kept her thoughts to herself. Better to just get out of here than risk making an even bigger mess than was already in front of her.
"Let's go," she told Alkmene, beckoning for her brother to follow. They'd show for the debriefing, and that would be that, and Lilith would have to take some very serious time and give some very serious thoguht to what, exactly, she wanted to do from here.
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