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 Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2025 12:57 pm
Quote: The Meteor Shower (3) : It wouldn't be a star festival without a meteor shower! Right on time, a beautiful array of shooting stars graces the night sky. This time of year is unnaturally clear and it's incredibly easy to see the stars. Most meteor fragments appear to be little white or yellow lights streaming across the sky, but if you watch closely enough you may find that some of them seem to be a whole rainbow of colors. The scientists have reported that it's just different components burning up as they enter the atmosphere, but there's something undeniably magical about it.
He decided to pick up a green star charm on the way home. It was also a good time to patrol and make sure there weren’t any Negaverse officers or mirror wraiths lurking around the shadows. The park was relatively empty, but there was one aura that caught his attention. Faint and unfamiliar. He couldn’t help but follow it.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to intrude,” he called out as he took slower steps towards the Page’s aura. “Valhalla,” he decided to introduce first. He didn’t know how long this Page had been in the war, but in case he could help in any way, he wanted to offer it.
Above, the sky was being particularly active. It was normal that time of year, but maybe the novelty of it had worn off. Or maybe he was just more interested in people instead of celestial occurrences.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2025 2:36 pm
Blarney was just winding down for the evening, having completed a blessedly quiet patrol evening; it had been harder than he wanted to admit to go back out, after the incident with the chicken and his head, but he knew that was part of the deal: you had to get back on the horse. Even when it was scary - maybe especially when it was scary. And Destiny City rewarded him with relative peace and quiet, and he felt like he could move on from it; it was a one-off thing, and he hadn't died. It was about moving forward - and he'd moved forward. Now, he was having kind of the opposite problem - he didn't want to power down. So he was dawdling, a little bit, hanging out in his little grove, leaning against a tree, watching the meteors above. He loved this time of year - even before he'd powered up, it had felt magical. Now, being actually magical, it somehow felt even more-so. Was it more science than magic? Maybe. But still--he could watch the stars fall and streak overhead all night long and not regret it for a second. He was, in fact, so relaxed and vegged out that he almost - almost - missed the large, seemingly-friendly blip on his internal radar, getting closer and closer. He noticed it just before the owner announced himself, which was probably the only reason he didn't jump out of his skin at his approach. "No worries," Blarney said with an easy smile. "Nice to meet you," he said, "I'm Blarney, Page of Earth." He paused, taking in the other man's get-up: it was similar to his own, but it didn't come with the immediate flash of recognition that Joyeuse Garde's appearance had, and as Blarney peered into the darkness, he caught symbols that did not look familiar, or especially Earth-y. "Where are you from?" Blarney asked, tilting his head slightly. "And where'd you get the awesome helmet?" Blarney asked, realizing the second after he said it that presumably he 'got' it from the same place Blarney got his belts and pouches: magic. "I mean, um," Blarney said, straightening up slightly as he cleared his throat. "Cool helmet, dude." ...He was so bad at this. But this was the first time he'd run into another male knight, other than the Ida Page he'd met the other day, who was even newer to the game than he was. This was the first guy who did this job that Blarney had met, and he suddenly felt very... ...Young. And, because he had made the foolish mistake of speaking, of opening his mouth, he also now felt deeply uncool. Well. He never really felt cool as Mason, so in some regards it wasn't exactly an unnatural or unusual sensation, but it was the first time as Blarney he'd felt anything other than completely confident - even with the whole chicken thing. Even bleeding from the head he'd felt like he'd handled it alright, that it was just part of taking his lumps as a new baby Page. He hadn't felt...embarrassed of himself before, as Blarney, and it seemed - it didn't fit, like Knight Blarney should be incapable of feeling the way this guy was making him feel, by doing nothing other than just, like, saying hi, basically. He hadn't done anything wrong or bad or weird, Blarney reminded himself. He forced himself to take a breath. Sometimes, it was exhausting to be him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2025 5:17 pm
Valhalla paused mid-step, a quiet stillness settling over him as the younger Page’s questions and compliments were asked and offered, a gentle realization dawning on him. The way Blarney faltered, how he straightened, cleared his throat, backtracked.
He’d been there before. It painted an all too familiar picture.
A small smile tugged at the corner of Valhalla’s lips, warm and sincere. There was no teasing in his expression, no hint of judgement. Just understanding, softened by experience and time. For a moment, he considered playing along with the obvious misinterpretation. To tell him he was actually from Boston. But it didn’t take a genius to realize that wasn’t the question being asked.
“Jupiter,” he offered gently instead, turning his head slightly so it was easier for the symbol on his helmet to catch the faint light. “Thank you. It’s nice to meet you too, Blarney.”
His voice was calm, and kindness deliberate. He could tell the younger Knight was new. That awkward energy, the careful confidence. It wasn’t hard to spot. Valhalla remembered that stage. Remembered how everything felt a little too big, and like maybe someone had made a mistake by handing him power that he didn’t understand.
Which was why, after a moment, Valhalla reached into his subspace and withdrew two worn gloves and a baseball.
“I heard the meteor shower is supposed to be even more active in about half an hour,” he said, holding out one of the gloves -- a casual gesture. “If you’re not in a rush to get home, we could toss a few while we wait.”
His voice left no question of whether he was trying to pressure Blarney or not. It was an open invitation that offered Blarney the chance to not worry about pretending to be anything more than he was right then.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2025 7:59 pm
Blarney blinked. He'd grown accustomed, nearly, to all the strange occurrences his city he'd witnessed since awakening just a few short months ago. So when the stranger - Valhalla, of Jupiter, apparently - reached into his subspace, he fully expected the other man to withdraw...well, something about on par with the insanity that he had grown as used to as it was possible to become.
He was in no way prepared for him to offer to play catch with him. Was this some messed up dream? His subconscious trying to force him into the therapy he and Madeline insisted they didn't need?
Blarney blinked again. In another world, a strange man offering to play catch with a teenage boy in the middle of a deserted park would be enough for a call to the police and a quick flash of pepper spray.
But Blarney didn't live in that world anymore. Now, he more or less knew that he could trust this strange man; his inner radar had only led him astray one time before, and this guy seemed about as different from the angry witch lady that had swiped his face with her pen however many weeks ago as it was possible to be. For all Joy and Halia's talk about how things were complicated, about how good and evil were terms that just didn't apply as universally as he wanted them to, about how being on the 'same side' might not actually mean they were on the same side, how being even the same kind of Knight didn't necessarily mean they were the same--
It was nice to know that, on spec, he could probably trust the helmeted, hero-looking figure that emerged from the shadows like some kind of Viking-age invader from a half-forgotten history. It was, in fact, pretty cool that he could, almost automatically, count this guy as--if not a friend, at least an ally.
...And anyway, he'd never played catch before. Not--not like this. Not even with Mads, really, and there was only so long a boy could throw a ball against a closed garage door and catch it again before it somewhat lost its appeal.
Maybe Jupiter people (Jupitarians? Jupiternese? Jupetish?) were a little bit psychic, because even he hadn't known he wanted this, never mind how much he wanted this, until the opportunity waltzed up and presented itself.
Blarney stood up off the tree and cautiously approached, taking one of the gloves with a shy smile. "Thanks," he said, then jogged a fair distance away and turned to face him, their impromptu ball field illuminated irregularly by the meteors lighting the sky above them.
With a nod to the ball to signify he was ready, Blarney asked, "...Should I be carrying around spare recreational activities in my subspace too, or is this, like, a Jupiter thing, or...?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2025 10:50 am
The corners of Valhalla’s mouth twitched again, something fond and knowing. He took his time adjusting the glove on his hand, fingers sliding into place like it was second nature. The glove itself was well worn, the leather soft from years of use. The one that Blarney took to use was similar.
He watched Blarney take his place across the impromptu field they’d made in the park, the area lit up just enough by the lights that lit the pathways, and the sky above with the occasional shooting star.
“You could,” he nodded in agreement, tossing the ball into his glove a couple times to warm up his hand. He made sure Blarney was ready for him before tossing the ball in a clean arc towards him.
“When I first became a Knight, I started keeping these in my subspace,” he explained, holding his gloved hand up to signal that he was ready for a return throw. “I didn’t even think about it at the time. I was just… young. Trying to figure out what the hell I was doing. I’d just started college and having something familiar helped close the distance between the two halves of who I was.”
His tone was casual, with the quiet intent of passing along advice without making it sound like advice. Of offering a link between experiences without being blatant about it. Valhalla didn’t have to ask Blarney if he was new to know. He didn’t have to ask if he was worried about things, because anyone who said they weren’t was fooling themselves. He didn’t have to wonder if the other knight thought he knew what he was doing, because Valhalla sure as hell didn’t back then -- and sometimes, he didn’t know what he was doing now.
“Everything was… strange. Dangerous. Exciting,” he shared, waiting to make sure Blarney was ready before carefully winding up and throwing the ball back, holding his hand up once again to catch.
“My tiny world had suddenly exploded and grew exponentially. What I thought was truth, was anything but. Impossibilities turned into improbabilities which turned into reality. And I still had to get to my classes and pretend like I wasn’t sneaking out at night to keep the city safe from monsters that I didn’t even know existed.”
He paused for a moment, offering the younger knight a small smile.
“For the record, it’s normal to feel like everything is too strange and too big to understand. It’ll get easier. And if it takes a while, there’s no shame in it. Most of us fake it for a lot longer than we’ll admit.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2025 7:11 pm
It was like this guy was seeing inside the very insides of his brain, of his heart and soul, of all the things that had been hardest for him to reckon with in his short time as a Page. Not so much the two parts of himself - it felt more like turning a corner and discovering a new side to himself that had maybe been there the whole time and he just hadn't known about it. It felt like flying, when he was Blarney. He was Blarney and he was Mason, but there were moments - flashes where he was 0% Mason and 100% something else, maybe Blarney, or Blarney on autopilot. Sometimes he was just pulled along by instincts that he wasn't entirely sure belonged to him, and that was the strangest feeling of all. "I start college in a couple months," Blarney finally said, after having managed not to embarrass himself with the whole baseball situation, either catching or throwing; it didn't go too far off course when he tossed it back, and he managed not to fumble it on the return, either, even though the glove felt strange on his hand. He held up his hand, the universal sign for 'give me a moment', and pulled off the glove that was part of his outfit, shoved it into his pouch, then put the baseball glove back on. There, that was better. "It mostly just feels...confusing," Blarney said after a few moments of thought, "not the like--fighting monsters part, that part kinda makes sense even though you meet something absolutely insane every other minute seems like, but--because, like...it feels like if two people are both, say, Knights of Earth, right? It feels like, based on everything I've ever read or seen or watched or played or anything," he said, tossing the ball back, "it feels like they should a little bit be on the same side, right? The same--team? But there's no, like...there's no rubric for what makes someone an Earth Knight instead of a Jupiter Knight or a--a Knight for asteroids, which can apparently be a thing, or whatever, there's no common ground, and there's no, like, captain of the team, anywhere, right? We're all just--" Blarney sighed. "I've only met one other Earth Knight," he began, "and she said that we're all 'conscripted' into this war and that we're all 'independent operators' who can do whatever we want, or not do. I know of one other Earth Knight, who did some stuff that sounds--" Blarney grimaced deeply, "--that sounds like some stuff I, as an Earth Knight, can't see my way through to thinking was a good idea at all and now it's coming back on me, or almost came back on me anyway, just because I also happen to be an Earth Knight and that doesn't feel fair if we're not even--if we don't even get all the benefits of like, being a team, but get the bad parts where you get blamed for other people on your team's stuff?" Blarney let out another heavy sigh. "Sorry. You didn't ask. I don't even know if any of that...made sense."
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2025 9:47 pm
Valhalla caught the next toss easily and held the ball for a moment, watching the younger Knight as he adjusted his glove.
“No need to apologize,” he patiently promised. “Everything you said makes sense. There’s this… idea that a lot of us start with, especially when we’re new, that the planet or asteroid or celestial object we’re tied to is what defines us. That it says who we are, or at least who we’re supposed to be. That it means we got drafted into some kind of team that’s ancient and unified.”
He turned the ball in his glove, pressing his fingers against the stitching for a moment, before tossing it back gently, the intention more for conversation than for sport.
“But it’s not like that,” he continued after a moment, catching the ball again when it was tossed back to him. “Jupiter doesn’t tell me what to do. Earth doesn’t hand out rulebooks. They’re just… power sources. Think of them like anchors. But there’s no guide, no captain, no chain of command. The only thing we really share is the title of Knight.
“And that’s not a small thing. No… it’s not a team in the way you’re thinking, but it is a choice. A responsibility. And yeah, some people take that responsibility more seriously than others. Some misuse it. And some of us spend years trying to really understand what to do with the power we’ve been given.”
Valhalla’s smile was soft and understanding, because he knew it was hard. He knew how uncertain things could be, especially when young with so many other things to worry about.
“You’re right,” he agreed with a gentle nod as he threw the ball back. “You can be blamed for things someone else did just because you share the same name -- the same power source or planet or whatever you want to call it. And it’s not fair, but it happens. People look for similarities or patterns, even when there aren’t any. Because it’s easier to assign blame than to try to process grief or anger.
“And while you don’t get to control what someone else does with their magic, you do get to decide what to do with yours. You get to decide what you stand for. Who you align with,” he explained, his voice still just loud enough to reach Blarney across the space between them. He paused for a moment longer, deciding if he wanted to share something that was clearly important to him, then continued.
“My wife’s a Senshi,” he shared, and there was a certain gravity to the information. Something that was important enough to hesitate before saying. Not because it was his instinct to distrust Blarney, but because of past experiences.
“We don’t have the same kind of magic, but we did choose each other. That’s what matters. Not which planet you’re tied to, not what symbol’s stamped on your chest. You’re not conscripted. You’re not trapped. You don’t have to fight if you decide you can’t. You can stop powering up. Walk away. A lot of people do. Sometimes for a short while, sometimes longer, sometimes forever. No one will stop you.
“But…” he paused again, catching and returning the ball. A small smile tugged at his lips, a little more playful than before. “Since you’re here, in a park, at night, throwing a baseball with a guy wearing a winged helmet that you called awesome… I'm guessing you’re not quite ready to quit.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2025 5:14 pm
Blarney laughed - the noise surprised him, but it was genuine, and he shook his head. "No, I'm not quitting," he said, still chuckling faintly. "And the helmet is awesome," he added with a big smile. Married to a senshi was a phrase that rung through his mind, and he turned the thought over. Sure, he and Khaz were just barely dating, but it was already hard to keep his secret...well, secret. He could certainly understand the logic behind coupling up with someone who had the same secret - but he also couldn't help but think of how worried Aruna was about him, and they were just friends! And how much he hoped Madeline would always stay far away from all this stuff - that was just his sister. He couldn't imagine how much more stressed out he'd be if his partner was out here fighting the demon chickens and worse. He'd hate every inch of it, but...well, if he loved the person, that would mean loving the super-powered part of them too, wouldn't it? It was also - interesting. To know that Knights could date, marry even, a Senshi. That was something that was allowed, right up there with dating literal aliens, apparently. No chain of command meant anybody could get freaky with or matrimonial with anybody, Blarney mused to himself. "Are you a teacher?" Blarney asked, tilting his head slightly as he tossed the ball back. "I mean, I'm not trying to like, get sneaky intel on your real life or anything, but like. You're...smart. And good at..." he gestured vaguely between the two of them, "like, explaining things and stuff." ...Yes. Explaining things and stuff. Very eloquent, Blarney.Guine I'm sorry this took One Thousand Years we got there eventually sweatdrop heart
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2025 1:34 pm
Valhalla’s smile widened at the repeated compliment, both fond and a bit sheepish.
“I’m not a teacher,” he said, catching the next toss with practiced ease. “But I know a few. Good ones. One of them is another Jupiter Knight. Real teacher in his normal life. Classroom, students, the whole thing. Has a gift for helping people see things clearly. He’s someone I’ve looked up to for a long time. But even he used to say that this wasn’t something you could teach the normal way. Magic doesn’t come with a syllabus.”
He tossed the ball back again, slower and more for the rhythm than for distance.
“So, no… I’m not a teacher. Not officially. And don’t worry, you’re not prying,” he promised, his voice soft and expression thoughtful. Things he didn’t want to weigh Blarney down with. About how he’d been responsible for lives before. Lives now. Especially now.
“I’ve just had to figure a lot of this out the long way. And if any of what I learned can help someone else make sense of it faster… then yeah. I’ll answer whatever you want to ask. Tonight, or some other night, if you want time to think things through. I can teach you what symbols to look for, so you know what power source a Knight has, for example.”
Valhalla took a step back so he could catch and toss the ball again, but the smile was still in his voice.
“And hey, if all your questions are just ranking helmets from most to least awesome, I’m good with that, too.”
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2025 7:15 am
Blarney laughed in spite of himself - truly the potential of magically-assigned helmets was astounding, full of possibilities and very cool helmets. Maybe he could get one someday...but then he remembered his flowercrown and decided he liked his own headgear just fine. "I think it should," Blarney said, continuing the steady back and forth of the ball-tossing. It was nice to have something to do with his hands. "Come with a syllabus, I mean. Or at least, like, I dunno, a mentors program or something. Someone who actually knows the real truth of what's going on. And not just like, here is how to run fast or jump far, but like - you know, a 'Previously On...'" he said, dropping his voice playfully to a lower register, to imitate the Announcer Guy kind of voice, "so we don't have a whole generation of magic people like me running around making idiots of themselves." Blarney sighed. "I get you, and your wife probably, had to figure out a bunch of stuff on your own, but like...if the bad guys are so organized, why can't we be? Didn't you and your wife figure out how to survive all this already, so can't you give us new kids the step by step How To Not Die guidebook? I don't get it." He shook his head. "Is it because Knights just kind of - happen? Like there isn't a way to tell who might need the help other than the person raising their hand and going hey I'm new please help me not die?" Blarney paused in the throwing of the ball to look down at his ring, thoughtful. "With all the stuff on here automatically, couldn't we install a like...Knights 101 with terms and definitions and, like you said, symbols, so I don't think for a sec you're just really passionate about the number 4?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2025 7:16 pm
Valhalla listened as Blarney spoke and asked his questions. His expression was thoughtful, like there was a weight behind it. And after a few moments, he responded with a small smile.
“That’s a good question. And a fair one,” he nodded as he tossed the ball back. “There have been people who’ve tried, over the years. Not exactly a syllabus, but close. Guides, meetings, groups. People with good intentions and high hopes. The kind of thing I would’ve wanted when I was first figuring things out.”
He paused and took a breath, his smile fading a little with the memories of those meetings. How every gathering, especially as civilians, was met with skepticism. Who was lurking in the shadows?
“But something always happened. The timing was never right, or someone got scared, or the Negaverse found out. I think the Negaverse can recruit and organize better because they have to. They’re bound to something bigger than themselves. To Metallia. To Chaos. It’s not just an identity… it’s a leash. A brand,” Valhalla explained softly, then paused to lift his own signet ring up, watching the light of the shooting stars above catch the engraved lines.
“We’re not like that. Senshi and Knights, I mean. We have free will. We awaken when our starseeds are ready, and then we figure it out from there. Senshi sometimes get help from the Mauvian that awakens them, but Knights have instincts we can follow. And that means we don’t answer to anyone… but it also means we can’t always count on backup in the same way,” he said as he lowered his hand and offered the young knight a small smile and a shrug. It wasn’t defensive, just an honest gesture.
“If someone wrote a guidebook, and the Negaverse got their hands on it? Even just a glossary or a list of names? That’s how people die. I wish I was being dramatic, but I’ve seen it happen,” he explained, and for a moment his eyes darkened a little with memory. With loss he’d faced, and witnessed, and still lived with.
“I was like you, once. Still am in some ways,” he continued, voice still soft as he caught and tossed the ball back again. “Trusting. Hopeful. Excited and eager to learn. I thought, if we could all just talk, share what we know, find a way to… live in peace with the Negaverse, that we’d be better off. We’d be stronger. But the truth is, not everyone who seems like us is like us. And even good people make bad decisions when they’re scared. You’re not wrong about the ring, though. If you haven’t upgraded it yet, a Mauvian can help. Once you do, there are safe ways to connect to others. Apps. Secure networks. You’ll find people who are looking out for others, just like you are. They’re out there. Quiet, maybe, but they’ll answer if you reach out.
“As for the symbols…” And this time, Valhalla’s lip twitched again into a small smile of amusement. “I know it looks like a four, but it’s actually tied to Zeus. That’s what ‘Jovian’ means -- things related to Jupiter. And Knights, especially, should be able to tell what another’s power source is. You might not know how you know it… but you’ll feel it. The same way you knew your name when you awakened.
“It might feel like we’re all scattered, but when it matters? When someone calls for help? People show up. Knights. Senshi. Mauvians. Everyone. We stand together when it counts. We always have and always will. And then… yeah, we’ll step back. We keep each other safe by staying separate.”
He paused once more, tilting his head thoughtfully at Blarney. “Have you met the Code yet?”
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2025 9:37 am
Bound to something bigger than themselves. It made something inside Blarney twinge - weren't the good guys also supposed to be bound to something good? But maybe that was what everyone was trying to say - that Order was about freedom. That they weren't 'leashed', as Valhalla put it; that they could choose to walk away. Hang up the ring, have a normal life. Nobody would stop someone who wanted to do that - multiple people had told him that, that if he wanted to stop playing hero, he could just...go home and never think about it again. Except he wouldn't, because--because, probably, the same thing that made him worthy of being Blarney, Knight of Earth, was the same thing that made him want to be. It was why Miss Joy still went patrolling, even if she complained the whole time and said she was 'conscripted' and said she didn't care about things - some part of her had to care, a little bit, or else she'd do what she said she wanted to do and never deal with any demon-chicken flavored nonsense ever again. She could retire, and nobody would fight her about it. Presumably, the Negaverse could not make the same choice, at least not without serious, probably-life-threatening consequences. The bad guys probably didn't love it when someone wanted to quit. What was it they said on TV? The only way to leave a gang was in a pine box or the witness box? The witness box... Blarney raised an eyebrow at the thought - people had purified before, come back to the light. Turned away from Chaos to embrace Order. Granted, people also probably corrupted - voluntarily or not... Were the good guys allowed to try and purify people? Like...proselytize, or whatever Madeline complained about when those street preachers tried to harass them at Pride? Hm. Maybe that was another difference between Good Guys and Bad Guys: good guys are all about choice. Maybe they had to choose to be good, while being bad could be forced upon someone. Blarney realized he'd been silent for several moments as these thoughts raced around his brain, and he shook his head to clear it. "No," he answered. "What's the Code? How do you meet a Code? I assume you don't mean like a computer code or a code of conduct or something," he added, a faintly bemused smile on his face. He had more questions - about purifying, about undercover work - could someone pretend to corrupt, or pretend to purify? - about safe ways to gather information, safe ways to store it. There was the Database, sure, and that had felt like a goldmine when he'd first accessed it, but - what if he never had accessed it? What if he'd never happened to run into Logan, or never happened to learn that magical cats of all things were also the magical world's IT department? His mind drifted to his Stick Bro, and he wondered, absently, if he was doing okay. If he was as well-equipped as he needed to be. He'd have to reach out to him and make sure. If you reach out, if you need them, they'll be there. That was what Valhalla said. And so far that had been true in Blarney's experience, but - Blarney knew not everyone was like him. Not everyone was as willing to embarrass themselves, or as able to make friends out of a stranger. What about the people who couldn't reach out, or didn't even know how? There had to be something, and quietly, Blarney decided that if nobody else would figure out how to make one, he would do it himself. Somehow. Someday. But for today - there was tossing a ball, there was learning that 'Jovian' was what you called a person or a thing about Jupiter, not Jupitarians or any of the other silly words that had sprung into his mind (even though he couldn't help but wonder - how did a p become a v? Langauge was so weird). And that he could - allegedly - tell where a Knight came from just by sensing them, or whatever the right word was. Today was for tossing a ball, learning, and as far as the Code went, learning what else he still had to learn.
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