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 Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 4:32 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 9:12 am
[Bat]- Exposure- Painite/Realgar Painite is out to whip the Negaverse into shape, and Realgar is in her sights!
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 10:15 am
Housewarming- Thanksgiving, a time for family, even the ones you don't know are your family yet.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 1:18 pm
[R]- Still have a pulse? Zia has been out of radio contact for a little while, and in this city, that's usually not a good thing... which prompts Realgar to make a slightly rash decision to Drop in.
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Posted: Tue Dec 17, 2013 12:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 21, 2013 3:08 pm
[Reg]- Bite- As the New Year gets closer, it starts to seem like Realgar's withdrawal may be noticed after all. (Fin)
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 10:26 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 6:36 pm
[Reg]- So Whatcha Go By Now?- Ellie has some questions for Kairatos when he comes to check in on her recovery.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 6:31 pm
We are War Bound in RedKairatos and Themiscara meet for the first time on the battle field, and they meet as allies.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 11:06 am
"She's avoiding me." He noted, blandly, to the white and black young cat who perked his ears briefly, and then went right back to skittering after the red dot of a laser pointer, front legs akimbo as he batted at it with white paws and wide eyes.
"I'm not too clear why, but she's definitely avoiding me."
Well... that wasn't entirely true. He had some idea. It had to do with the lost 'Falco Marks'. The man who he... used to be. Before he'd purified. Before he knew who he really was. The man who had been erased.
Personally, he felt like he finally knew who he really was. The only parts he knew about the parts of him that had been erased were full of anger, resentment, and fear, disconnected emotions that felt as though they'd been borrowed from a stranger.
He had trouble rationalizing the 'loss' of such a person as being terribly upsetting. But Zia acted as though he'd sawed off an arm.
He didn't really get it. He liked Zia. He appreciated her... well... sometimes overbearing attempts to be generous. He tolerated being occasionally treated like a dress up doll. (She did have a good eye, he just didn't have an built in tolerance for fashion.)
He'd met another knight of Mars, lower ranked than he was, but still of the same court, and that was something. Apparently they were rare, which made him wonder how many Knights of Mars were awakened darkly within the ranks of the Negaverse. It would make sense, he supposed.
Questions he couldn't answer however were questions he supposed he should back burner. Unless they chose to purify he'd never know. Therefore it was low priority over beating their assess and trying to be a thorn in the side of the General Kings.
He had fought senshi royalty toe to toe. He'd make them sit up and take notice. In time.
In time.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 4:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 4:47 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2014 3:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2014 4:21 pm
Quote: Kairatos- Great meeting you! To get to your wonder, you need to focus. Kind of a near-meditative state. And then, once you’re all set, you’re gonna say (I changed the words around for you, obviously this is not what I say): I pledge my life and loyalty to Mars, and to Kairatos. I humbly request your aid, so that in return I may give you mine. That’s all there is to it! Let me know how it goes. -Babylon
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 6:41 am
[SOLO]-Dust
"I pledge my life and loyalty to Mars, and to Kairatos.
I humbly request your aid, so that in return I may give you mine."
He'd taken a while considering the oath before he'd decided to go ahead with seeking out his wonder, and his ring. The freedom of slipping the leads of the Negaverse, cutting ties to anyone who could summon him at will... that had been a big deal. Swearing an oath to Mars and a wonder he had no memory of? Also a big deal. He didn't know if it meant he'd later find himself called on by someone he had not yet met, had not yet judged for himself.
Mars however had given him a new life, with Iris's help of course. Mars was the source of his power.
Risks were sometimes worth taking. Even if there was a chance of 'ghosts and hallucinations'. Sounded like a wild party night anyway. What was the worst a ghost could do anyway? Shame him for taking star seeds? Mars should have gotten there first then. ******** that noise.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to reach a state of calm, though he wasn't sure he even really knew about the meditation thing. Motion came to him far more naturally, and seeking the sensation of a 'calmed mind' it was that strange combination of dilligent awareness and zen calm that he reached for. White lines and textured black flashing endlessly, smoothly by in the back of his thoughts. The rush of wind...
"I pledge my life and loyalty to Mars, and to Kairatos"
The rush of wind that tickled his skin and smelled like rust, and age....
"I humbly request your aid, so that in return I may give you mine."
From behind his closed eyelids, he could never the less feel the way the light changed. Even the atmosphere was different, and he felt the hairs on the back of his arms and neck stand to attention like soldiers as he realized he was no longer where he had started, and he opened his eyes with awe and caution.
The room was dim, red with the dust of Mars that painted long abandoned surfaces, and old. He didn't know how old, but old. A book shelf of some kind was listing wearily, and when he reached for it, and the rolled scrolls on its shelves, they turned to powder, and the book shelf shifted and half collapsed, supported only by the stone wall it was close to. He almost didn't dare touch the desk until he realized it was, large in part, smooth stone.
"Jeeze..."
It all felt... odd... in his head. Something about it felt more 'right' than had the apartment he knew he'd lived in before the New Year. More familiar, but he couldn't summon one single memory to mind.
There was a ring shaped object on the desk, half buried in paper that was rotting away, and more red dust, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth (it also tasted like rust) and reached for it.
Cool metal, almost cold, greeted his touch, and sent an strangely electric thrill of the familiar up his arm. The flat round signet shed dust, though some remained trapped red and thick in the twisting lines of a labyrinth with the sigil of Mars pointing the way from it's embossed heart.
"Xanthus, are you ready? We're running late..."
Just for a split second, the room was clean, lit by golden lamps, and new. The papers were white and crisp, the ink dark maroon, like the wax for sealing documents. He was strong, and bold, and bored...but they could race there and back. His horse was waiting, and she was fine and strong and fast.
"I'm ready." he answered, without thinking, and turned toward the door expecting...
...Who had he been expecting to see? He couldn't remember now, but he'd been so sure a second ago. The doorway was empty, the floors red with dust that swirled and eddied with the footsteps of only ghosts, and he closed his hand around the ring in his palm.
..."Ready." He repeated, quietly, frowning slightly.
He was late, wasn't he? A millenium late, and a sense of having lost something important rang in him like a somber bell, even though he couldn't remember what it was.
He would not stand to feel that loss again. Not when he could stand and fight. He would not fail.... again?
...What had he even failed at? But the memories just weren't there, just fragments he brushed with his fingertips before they vanished. like trying to catch birds with your bare hands. They wouldn't come at his command. They just wouldn't.
But he was curious now.
Xanthus are you ready?
He had been Xanthus then.
He had been Falco for a time.
He was Xanthus again.
She knew. Did she know? Was it a coincidence?
He'd have to ask.
He wanted to know. The ghosts could wait. They'd been waiting for him this long after all. They could wait a little longer.
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