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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 5:39 pm
[REGULAR] #45Title goes heer
(Obsidian + Uranophane)
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 5:40 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 11:52 am
[REGULAR] #47Be Mine
(Obsidian + Special Operations Team)
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 11:55 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 11:56 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 1:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 12:43 pm
[SOLO] #21
When the Lights Fade Out
Day in and day out, life didn’t matter much. He’d learned long ago how to fill the holes with violence and strife, to revel in the chaos that he this world was filled with now. The Rift was a place that he felt truly comfortable in, much more so than the real world. In fact, he’d rather spend all of his time there, surrounded by darkness and youma alike. Change had been tumultuous for him, ripping his life to shreds and destroying all of the people he’d known, he’d cared for. It was easy now to know that the old things he’d clung to and cherished were all weakness.
That in itself was a lesson worth learning.
There was one lesson of the past that he did keep to, one taught to him by dear old Charonite. Starseeds meant power. It had started out as a habit, a way to indulge in the rush of pleasure and strength of a person’s very essence. Now, it was an addiction. A need. Little doses had been enough to keep the cravings at bay at first, but not any longer. More, and more, and more. It was only natural, wasn’t it? Killing to survive.
He had always been a predator. It was natural now to go out at night, killing people and Senshi alike in order to harvest that blessed energy that every person harbored within their heart. Then it was back to the Rift, crunching his prize between his teeth. If any youma thought to get in his way, he’d cut them down without remorse, allowing his power to billow forth in one, fiery threat. Most of them got the lesson after that, but he was a common sight in this place now. Most of the more intelligent youma recognized him for what he was—something not quite human, but not one of them, either.
Humanity was considered to be a precious thing by some, but Obsidian scoffed at the notion. Settling into his more favorite haunts of the Rift, one of the many decrepit buildings that littered the area, the red-haired General was content to allow his mind to drift.
Training sessions with Bjorn had been going well, all things considered. The boy was a quick study, and no matter how thoroughly Obsidian beat him, he still continued to come back for more. What then when he became a Captain? Or even a General? He would have no need to obey any longer, and that… that could be troublesome, depending.
His teeth grit down hard, and the starseed between his molars, crunching down hard enough to split the gem into nothing. The surge of electricity over his tongue earned a sharp exhalation from his nose, long, spidery fingers spasming for a moment until they relaxed with the relief that came from satisfying that itch.
Always temporary though, that relief. He knew it all too well, surveying the empty corridors with half-lidded eyes. For now, it was enough. And that was all he could ask for.
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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 5:31 pm
[SOLO] #22
I Feel the Light Betray Me
Cigarettes were a poor substitute, he had found.
That didn't stop him from taking a long draw, inhaling until his lungs began to ache with protest. The exhalation sent the smoke unfurling towards the sky, or what could be called the sky in the Rift. It twisted and flowed, creating mindless patterns that he watched with overly bright eyes--eyes that seemed sunken and strange in his gaunt face.
It was easy to forget to eat these days. He felt no hunger, no weariness, nothing but the gnawing desire to fill the gaping void that only a starseed could feel. Preferably a senshi's starseed, at that.
His last strike had failed. The senshi had gotten away--barely--with her life, and he had nearly broken his own hand after slamming into a brick wall out of violent, uncontrollable rage. He'd seen red for minutes, screaming until his voice had gone hoarse and taking out his violence on anything--anyone--that was nearby. He'd come to at the ear-splitting wail of a police sirens. Several, in fact, and dismembered corpses were bleeding in the street. Not many, thankfully, and at the same time, too much.
He was losing control.
A shaking hand lifted the cigarette again. Inhale. Exhale.
As far as he was concerned, Andrew Collins had died a long time ago. He'd stopped going to his job over a month ago, and if he wasn't prowling the city at night time, he was here, testing himself against the older, more powerful youma in the Rift. He hadn't reverted to his civilian form for some time either--wouldn't, if he had the option.
He hadn't even realized he'd started to grind the cigarette between his teeth until the taste of methanol flooded over his tongue. Shitty thing, methanol. It masked the burning irritation he should have felt in his throat. Most people didn't want to feel pain, and for good reason. Pain, however, let him know he was alive.
The pain of others, even more so. One last drag had the cigarette down to its very last dredges, and he flung it aside where it landed amongst a pile of other burned out butts. Methodically, his hand reached down to the cigarette pack resting at his side to pull out a fresh one.
He lit it up. The cycle began anew.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 7:49 am
[SOLO] #23
lost
lost
lost
didn't remember, couldn't remember. who was he? what was he? why?
why
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an ache. a need.
curled up like a starving beast, chewing its own guts out before it died.
was this death?
no. worse.
life
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His head hurt. His throat hurt. His cheek was mashed against icy pavement, and with effort, he forced himself to sit up. Doing so made the world spin, and the man bent over again to heave. Nothing came up but bile, harsh and acrid. He spit, panting raggedly as he leaned against a brick wall behind him.
It felt like hours until he finally could get his legs to move. He rose, as unsteady and graceless as a newborn cow.
His mind felt... blank. Empty. Amnesia? Had to be. Heard about it before, symptoms seemed to match. He didn't know this city, staring at his surroundings as though they would trigger some sort of recollection. Nothing. Nada.
Unsure of himself, the man started to walk.
He'd surely figure something about himself sooner or later.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 7:50 am
[SOLO] #24
He squinted at the brightness of the city lights from the outskirts of town, staring up skyscrapers silhouetted against the night sky. It appeared to be like any other city, well-populated and bustling. There was enough of a chill in the air that he hugged the thin, ragged fabric of his clothes more tightly against his bony frame, suppressing a shiver as he peered up at the towering buildings with hollow eyes. He waited a little longer, trembling in the darkness, spindly fingers rubbing futilely at his arms for friction.
Nothing. Not so much of a spark of recognition, no rush of memories flooding in to grant him even a semblance of a hint of who he even was.
He took a deep breath, the frigid air threatening to chill him the whole way down. Beyond that, he could smell smoke and automobile exhaust, and he released his breath with an exhausted sort of sigh. Well, what had he expected?
Destiny City. That was the only thing he could really remember, a name tickling in the back of his mind. He hadn't even had a wallet on him, no identification, nothing... just a torn and tattered set of clothing. He flexed his fingers to keep them from going numb, hesitating for only a moment as he saw how much dirt was crammed underneath the nails before stuffing them into his pockets. Clearly he'd fallen on hard times, whoever he was. One slow step was taken towards the metropolis. Then another. Soon, he'd established a slow but purposeful stride, bright eyes rimmed with dark circles flicking from building to building in hopes of finding something he recognized.
He was vaguely aware of the hunger gnawing at his insides, always lurking on the fringes of his consciousness. He'd forgotten about it upon seeing this place, so caught up in the anticipation of regaining his lost memories. Now that the thrill had faded to disappointment, he was aware of it once more, a constant reminder that he needed to find something to eat--and soon.
It chafed at his pride as he recalled scrounging in trashcans on his journey here, so desperate for something to fill his belly that he'd resorted to scraps. Hard to buy a decent meal without money, and while he'd debated resorting to thievery, something in the back of his head had cautioned him against drawing too much attention to himself.
Red, stringy hair started to slip free from the rubber band he'd found to draw it back, and he patiently used his hands to pull it back again. It was long, disheveled, and dirty, in need of a good wash to get rid of some of the mats. Hell, a hot shower sounded divine... but, he doubted there was one in his future anytime soon. Not unless he got his hands on his cash. Maybe his name, too. Could be useful in figuring out just what had happened...
With a name like Destiny City, he thought wryly to himself, maybe he could afford to be a little cheesy. One never knew what the future held. He'd clearly remembered this place for a reason, right? Things could be worse. For one, it could be a heck of a lot colder.
Grinning to himself with a mirth he didn't quite feel, he walked to the city long into the night. If he was lucky, he'd find a mostly clean alleyway to catch some sleep in...
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 1:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 1:32 pm
[REGULAR] #51Make it Tso
Obsidan + Jules
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 1:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 1:36 pm
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