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BATTLES:


[Batt] First Night (Alphard and Gorner)
[Batt] Second Night (Alphard and Titanite)
[Batt] Third Night (Alphard and Arsinoe)
[Batt] Fourth Night (Alphard and Aptera)
[Batt] Fifth Night (Alphard and Dia)

SOLO:

He wanted to be angry. Hell, he wanted to get mad. Yell, maybe throw some things around his apartment and break s**t. But he didn’t have the energy. He couldn’t even must that much after the call had ended. It was just shy of 6 in the morning, soft yellow white sunlight filtering through his all too thin curtains and making him squint as a sliver glanced over his eyes.

Percy had been played. Badly. Carl and his mother had set it up. They’d run out of money and the welfare check wasn’t due to arrive for a week and all the food stamps had been used. They were dirt broke. Percy had given them the last of his paltry paycheck from being a checker at Walmart and still, they said they had nothing. So they called him. Asim had already been called and given them a rejection, so that left their errant son Mehtab who’d run off and didn’t like them. So how did they get said son to send them money?

Pretend his mother was dying and they needed money to pay the medical bill or else she’d be thrown out of the hospital. A lie so stupid Mehtab wondered how many drugs it took for them to melt their brains so far. His mom had been in the hospital but just from a bad rash, (he didn’t want to know the details), and Carl and her had told Percy that she was dying. He couldn’t see her and she needed medicine they couldn’t afford. Call his brother and beg on their behalf.
Percy, dumb, stupid, willfully ignorant pill popping Percy had done just that. Unwittingly lied and tried to appeal to Mehtab’s lingering abandonment issues. He’d called Carl, and after ten minutes, it had been easy to spot the lie. Hospitals didn’t turn people away or deny treatment. Payment plans were an option. So being begged for money for a cuse that didn’t exist was- painful. Mehtab caught the lie, confronted. Then Mommy dearest had taken the phone.

“Mehtab. Tabby boy- You know, you know I love you right?”
He did, but you were s**t at showing it.
“Please honey, I haven’t had anything happy in a long time. Days. Weeks! It’s so dull and I just need a pick me up you know? I can pay you back. Tabby boy-“
No mother, he wasn’t going to send you money to buy drugs or booze.
“Honey, please. You know, you know, I don’t do that.”
The tracks on your arms told a different story.
“Mehtab please-“
Is this how you begged Asim for cash? What did you tell Percy to get his money? The money he needs for his savings?
“I- it’s just temporary Mehtab. I’m getting better”
You said that last time. And the time before that. It’s what you say every time.
“I mean it this time.”
You say that too.
“Please Mehtab I need it.”
Why? Why do you need it so much?
“To be happy.”
Is that why you gave up taking care of me and Percy? Because we didn’t make you happy?

His mother began to cry and Carl’s angry voice over the phone demanded he apologize and send them cash to help them out. He hung up. He called Percy to tell him what happened. Percy just sighed and said it wasn’t that bad, it happens, they got like that sometime. He missed his brother. Visit soon.

He couldn’t be mad at them. He’d lost the energy for that long ago.

BATTLES:



[Batt] Chaos in the Dark (Eris and Alphard)

BATTLES:



[Batt] Chaos under the Dark Sky (Alphard V Kiuchi)

SOLO:


To say Alphard, the world that is, was safe was not entirely true. It had no monsters or anything predatory or really inherently dangerous, but it was essentially still a mass of ruins, crumbling and held together by ancient magic along with who knew what else. It’s dark sky giving only light through vast stars that swirled around it in a rather enticing fashion when you bothered to watch them and understand just how fast they moved. Or rather, that Alphard turned. The planet was exceptionally large, much larger than it had any right to be, and from what little Alphard could recall, in his past life, he'd not even managed to explore all of it by the time of his untimely passing. Much of it’s secrets were shrouded in mystery still, and while that in part had to do with Alphard’s own lack of memories, it also he knew, had to do with the fact his people saw little need to explore.

They had waypoints, large raised platforms dug into the ground that were powered by the world’s own turning to grant them a quick ‘teleport’ to another portion of their home world. So in that sense, they had ‘explored’ once, and then kind of… not. They had cities, metropolises. But past these hubs, just the lands for cultivation then the dark wood.

Even know those platforms worked, (abet, brokenly as he’d discovered, being flung from one into a wall on the other side of his planet in a very bad trip which he’d also been high on which in retrospect was just an all around terrible idea to start with). The problem that plagued Alphard this night was not so much that he’d escaped a youma to land in a place without a platform, it was rather that he was on a platform in a place that for the life of him felt entirely too familiar despite not knowing just where it was he had landed. Around him was what looked like a very grand obsidian castle, carved from some kind of lightly shimmering dark stone, marble in the glossy sheen, but the flecks of silvery white veins and gems in the stone itself making the castle look like it had once been alive. Maybe it had been. But the closer one looked to the top of the castle, the fewer the veins and flecks. The darker it became, until it all but vanished into the black sky that was space.

It was spooky, eerie, yet- it felt like home. It had a name, and he could not recall it. But it was the only building for miles, and the platform Alphard had appeared on was so much smaller than any other. It could maybe hold 20 people at most, not the typical where twenty thousand or more might be able to stand. This was a private place, a personal place. It was a home but it was also so much more than that. It felt like this was his, and not his worlds. His domain, his place. Not a castle he thought.

A temple. The Nocte. His place of worship and sanctuary. The closest he’d ever had to a real home, and the one place he had always been safe.

SOLO:


Coming back to the temple Nocte was sort of like going to your grandma’s after two plus years of never having visited. You knew (sort of) the layout of the area. You (sort of) knew what to expect. You (sort of) knew where stuff was in the kitchen when she said it was fine to grab a cup of water. You (sort of) knew where the trash was, (under the sink? That bin by the door?). It was the proverbial cookie tin at grandma’s. Did it hold actual cookies or was it filled with lies and deception and sewing supplies for projects you never saw her working on once in your goddamn life?

Thats what it felt like for Alphard as he walked into the Temple ‘de la’ Nocte as he was renaming it, (as of today).
It was visitng grandma’s.
Only, his past self was the grandma.
And he had memory problems.

It was surreal all around.

The doors to the temple opened smoothly, no signs of age or wear and tear. The halls empty, not even a fine layer of dust to be found. It was stagnant, trapped in a sort of inbetween place where it looked like all life had just up and vanished one day, nothing more to be done, nothing more to see or do, so they left. Left and took nothing. Leaving behind everything in a state of unfinished completion with a sense that anytime they might return. Maybe they thought they would. Alphard didn’t know how his people had left, or why, only that they were gone, and places like this were all that remained of his once rather dark yet vibrant world.

He was afraid of it, all truths be told. It wasn’t right, and the fact he just got ‘memory space vibes’ aka deja vu from the place was zero out of ten not helping. With the general vibes he got also came a strange sort of draw. Like a magnet behind a paper, something was in the way of whatever had pulled him to this place in particular and he knew it wasn’t bad but? Something was in the way. Something was stopping him from finding or even knowing what it was he was looking for. If he was looking for something at all and just supposed to wander around like you did at museums with bad layouts and even worse maps.

Two staircases. Up one very large tower, and eventually, after looking out a window and going ‘******** im so high right now’ with zero jest, Alphard thought he found what he’d been looking but not looking for. The room was modest, an assortment of books and what he assumed to be tools of a craftsman strewn about. Among them, draped over a chair was a cloak. Dark blues and Violets, it shimmered and moved like the night sky trapped in fabric. This was important. This was special.

This was a goddamn swag peice of s**t, and as Alphard picked it up he made a decision. ******** his past self, this cape was his now b***h.

SOLO:


In his hands he held a memento of his past. A relic he supposed he could call it, though what significance it once held for his people he couldn’t say. It had been important. Important enough that he’d kept it secret, kept it safe, and kept it far from a place where any civilian of his world might have stumbled upon it in his absence. Which made the cloak all the more curious of a thing. It was woven to be light and it carried a ethereal flair to it. Then again given it was from space Alphard felt that in and of itself would make anything be a bit more ethereal than well… anything you could find on earth that was for damn sure. The Senshi of night was positive he’d left it there for a purpose. He just didn’t know what. Had he left it for himself? Maybe. That seemed like the sort of nice thing to do for your future self. Leave a magic relic laying in a place you would be able to get to but not many others.

It wasn’t like Alphard had a lot to worry about, given the near constant state of night his world was in. Few would bother a world where you could hardly see past your face unless you adapted, had another source of light, or could you know see in the dark. He was pretty sure his past self could. See in the dark that is. Man his past self must have been cool. Able to see in the dark, owned a sick a** cape that glittered and looked like- ******** it was brilliant. The entire thing shimmered and glowed. It was magic, that much was a given. It couldn’t be anything but magic with how it felt in his hands. The soft texture, even over the strange crystals that formed the constellations in the fabric. And they were crystals. The only kind though, that Alphard had no idea as to which. That was a problem.

Space Crystals tended to be dangerous. Hell, he was sure that if given the chance, half the crystals he’d seen on his own world were probably deadly and prone to do something weirdly magically if he knew how to power them and get them going. You didn’t just leave crystals laying around after all. (Or maybe you did. His past felt memories were not helping him on this front at all). There was only one guy Alphard knew of that could really give him some kind of answer when it came to the whole crystal thing and that guy was an alien who he had tried to get stoned. So maybe-
Alphard held up the cloak.

He knew it did something. It called to him. It had meant something once. It meant something now. He just- Screaming in frustration at the temple doors, the senshi of night wracked his brain with trying to find ways to go about it but-
Off to Caedus.

[Holiday - R] Power's Out [Mehtab/Cassian]