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[REGULAR] #55

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[SOLO] #26

The Negaspace was familiar territory for the old general, and the Rift held an old pull that he just barely resisted. Silently, the tall, lean man stood below the massive castle--the Dark Kingdom. His gaze took everything in for a time, merely studying before he turned and began to move. His feet guided him while his mind wandered, contemplating the fact that there had once been a time where all of this would have overwhelmed him. Now? It was simple routine.

Before he realized it, he found himself standing just before the Hall of Shadows. How many months had he spent lost in the Rift? How many more had he gone in willingly. The youma were easier to understand than most people, brutal, vicious, and violent. His fingers twitched with the memories, and he suppressed the urge to head back into the thick of it and slaughter any youma stupid enough to come at him. There would be enough to sate his blood lust.

If he were to do that, though, how much more would he regress? Even now, a small part of him wished to feel the crackle of a starseed in his mouth, feel the energy course over his tongue and down his throat... but far be it from him to be reduced to a youma--a slave.

No. He'd rather be a king.

A low rumble of a chuckle stirred in his throat, and the redheaded general turned away, wandering back into the Negaspace.

Queen Laurelite, he thought with a sneer, lived here now. Her and her damned foreign General-Sovereign. What did that say that she brought in others rather than promote her own local troops? Loads, but no one else seemed to realize as much.

The castle was given another disdainful glance, but Obsdian did not allow himself to linger long on it. He had little love for the Negaspace these days, and he did not plan to stay here as often as he had in the past. Still, it had been some time since he'd been here last without having urgent business, and so he took his time on looking things over. Things seemed mostly unchanged, for better or for worse.

Satisfied, the man teleported himself to the outskirts of Destiny City. The comparisons were nearly palpable. Night may have fallen, by the city itself glowed with lights, representing the bustling people who worked day in and out. There was life here, unlike the dead, cold kingdom of the Negaverse. Why did they insist on coming off as so dark and menacing at any rate?

Little wonder the Order opposed them. It's like they didn't even try to lie to new recruits these days and claim they were making the world a better place. With a chortle, Obsidian shook himself and began walking, a hum underlying each step as he made his way back into the city, back to Julie's house. The Negaverse, in many ways, was still so simple and predictable.

Well. Things would change, if he had anything to say about it.

[REGULAR] #57

[SOLO] #27

He could hardly complain about how events had turned out, but if he'd one complaint, it would be the lack of action on his part. Watching the desperate scramble of civilians (and hidden Senshi and Negaversers in disguise) as they'd clawed their way through the hospital brought a certain thrill of joy, certainly, but it was never the same as getting his own hands dirty.

The Rift surrounded him, its alien atmosphere threatening to swallow him whole if he dared to cave under its pressure. Odd, that it should feel more like home than the outside world ever did. The redheaded General waited quietly, impatience roiling under his skin even as he allowed his power signature to flare. It was a beacon here, a call to arms to the denizens of this hellish landscape. This was not the first time he'd come here seeking to slake his blood lust, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

They came in droves, some slow, some quick. The ones that lacked intelligence charged straight for him, claws and teeth bared even as drool spilled from twisted, gaping mouths. Obsidian laughed even as he threw himself at them in turn, his eyes wild with anticipatory glee. He ripped through their ranks, reveling in the sensation of claws tearing at his skin, spurring him on to even greater heights. The smell of blood would bring even stronger youma forth, drawn to the promise of a good meal.

A reptilian-like youma was speared through the ribs, screaming even as it writhed on the end of his blade before he ripped it free. Something hammered against his back with enough force to send him skidding against the ground. He felt his teeth snap together so hard that it made his head rattle, and his tongue hadn't quite been quick enough to get out of the way. Obsidian caught himself with a grunt, flipping himself up and onto his feet. The youma looked like it was made entirely of rock, widening its stance even as it bellowed defiantly at the general. Blood dribbled down his chin as he grinned widely, shifting his stance before he charged head on at his new assailant with all the speed granted to him by his status within the Negaverse. The laughter bubbling from his lips was torn away, lost in the eerie silence of the Rift before the sounds of battle ripped through it once more.

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Some time later, the bruised and bloodied general could be found perched on an outcropping within the Rift. He idly licked at his teeth, and the acrid, bitter taste was a helpful reminder that youma blood was not particularly tasty to ingest. Though this had been a nice stress relief, it was nothing compared to a real fight. Youma could never hold up to a Senshi fighting desperately to stay on even footing. For some reason, that made him think of Nerissa. Crazy b***h. But, he thought with a slow grin, she'd helped him realize how fun a good fight could ******** it, he thought, forcing his aching body to stand even as he moved towards the entrance of the Rift with a slight limp. Nerissa may have been dead and gone as far as he was concerned, but who was to say there wouldn't be another good tussle out there waiting for him? After all, after the hospital, he was sure there were some pretty little skirts just dying to take a shot at him.

Another croak of laughter echoed in the vastness behind him before Obsidian was gone.