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 Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 4:42 pm
He didn't do this often, not these days, if he could help it there was no laying on of hands, no reaching into the most intimate spaces of a body to steal that precious crystal from deep within them.
She was one of those 'special cases though'... dealing drugs, petty crime, a vague attempt to make it out that Hookers in particular were the targets of Nega and Senshi alike, honestly he couldn't care what the Senshi got blamed for, but if she wanted to paint herself as a target, he might as well back that up for her...and put an end to her irritating little behaviors.
No loss, no loss at all to the city when she crumbled to the pavement, her torn stockings already soaked with things far more filthy than whatever pattered the puddle with rainbows and thick brown bubbles. He prayed it was grease but he wasn't going to lay any bets.
He stared at the star seed in his palm, warm and still lightly glowing, as though it were coated with the same scum that slicked the puddle, the grime that clung to the walls as though the very nature of the people who stalked these streets with bloodshot eyes and bloodied arms, skittish glances and fervent looks had come off on the walls.
He certainly wasn't going to eat it... he wouldn't even offer it to Scheelite...he'd find someone else to pawn it off on and let them swallow what little light her wretched life had contained, He pushed it down into his pocket, so lost in thought that it took him a moment too long to realize that the hairs on the back of his neck had risen... the prickle of a senshi's power that pressed down on him oppressively in warning, someone powerful... s**t...
He stared around, glancing up though that in itself was against human instinct, long ago they had lost their wit to look above them for predators on high, now it was survival again and was becoming second nature to him. You didn't make it to captain without at least being able to learn.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 6:07 pm
Slime, grime, scum, splatter. Kick a can. Clatter clatter.
The same motions he went through nightly as Castor ran across the tops of buildings in the red light district. The smell of crude chard foods and booze mixed with gas and the stink of human life. At some places it made him gag, but overall it was a familiar stench. The stench of depravity and loss. A place where the air was stale and the life drained into the darkness. Life, held in the hands of one corrupt human. A negaverser. The glow of the crystal before it was hidden combined with the pinpricks of dark energy let him look into the eyes of the negaverser below.
"Well." Jumping down Castor could make out the victim. His chest tightened. Damn. He didn't..hadn't liked her. She was scum of scum. One of the few people Castor genuinely hated. But even he flinched, seeing her eyes shot open a word less soundless scream that was cut short from her expression.
"Make a habit of killing whores?" The taller senshi smirked, keeping his distance. Last thing he wanted was to get hit with something nasty. "Or am I just lucky in finding you in a bad mood?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 6:18 pm
Defensive, the motions were automatic between civilian and Nega life. Taller, better reach, be on the defensive.
"I make a habit... of removing those who's removal will benefit society at large, one less new arm she'll be pumping full of that -s**t-" His lip curled even behind the tight thick fabric of the cloth, it only did so much to protect him from the smell of this place...though part of it could purely be his imagination. "Among other things she's done...including one recruiting trip just today to try and lure a girl away from her family...the promise of a 'better life'...his hands waved to either side of them. "So glamorous here... don't you think? Go on... you here to defend her? Try and take this back?"
he held the star seed up between them in an open palm.
"... Maybe her -latest- brush with death will teach her a lesson, make her stop trying to drag down as many as she can with her, make her stop spreading the diseases that crawl through her body like it's anyone's fault but her own and the whole world is to blame... if you want it Senshi...I'll give it to you."
His words were careful, quiet... not harsh but clearly guarded. His eyes flicked over Castor for any move, any hint that the attack might be coming, ice...he remembered the notes. Eternal Sailor as well...very dangerous, more so for his cold clutch on his General's heart...though that was a secret and a dangerous one.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 9:04 pm
Castor's eyes narrowed to slits. The first waves of anger at the imminent death echoed in his brain. Act now or don't act at all. Play god or play saint? Savior or sinner? Castor was a man conflicted, and that conflict was once more playing out in his mind, running and showing in his face as his lips formed a scowl. "So you get to play god?" Castor growled, anger evident in both the tone and the way his body moved. "She's done worse, I know that much but-" He swallowed his pride, his personal hate. "Her life isn't ours for the taking."
Castor motioned to the agent. "I've saved her before. Each time she shot up she walked next to death, doubt another would change anything. Most likely she'd claim I caused it." Castor was running out of time, he needed to make a choice. "You don't get to play god."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 5:56 am
"Funny how quick you Senshi are...to go where you say not to." he replied with his own narrow eyed malice. "You talk of saving lives, but you're just willing to kill...I save a calculated minimum of 6 lives just today from slow to sudden deaths of...rape... murder, drugs and prostitution...and you say "not your job."
He lifted the crystal again, it bobbed in his hand, came precariously close to falling. "Take it Senshi...if that's what you want. You're on the clock...these things don't stay out forever... do you want to see her breathe again? Want to look the next girl she brings here in the eye and know you could have saved her with one little JOLT of fear and the realization that this life clings to death's coat tails?... Rather a lot like ours but you turn the gun into your own face rather than have it pointed at you, don't you think... Castor."
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 5:25 pm
Well s**t. That was true. He'd killed a fair share of people. But they were negaverse agents not civilians. Still, as the body cooled, Castor's blue eyes took in the glow of the starseed. It wouldn't last forever outside the body, much less one as used and abuse as the woman's. "Shut up p***k." Grabbing the senshi snatch the crystal ignoring the look and openness of how it was simply given to him. Shoving it back into her chest the woman gasped for breath. She convulsed in his arms and then...nothing. "The ********?" She wasn't breathing. Her pulse was gone. "The ******** did you do to her?"
Needle like holes in her arms became exposed. She'd been high. If he'd been thinking clearly, he would have known. She'd been dead before the agent had even ripped out her starseed. With so many drugs in her system the adrenaline would have killed her. Starseed or not she'd been dead before he'd arrived.
Castor closed her eyes and laid her down. Damn it. "********!" A fist hit pavement in frustration. It hurt. It was failure. another life he couldn't save. Another death on his hands. Intentional or not, he felt it, thick and filthy. She had died and he blamed himself. "This isn't how s**t should be."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 5:32 pm
"I didn't do anything to her except save her from dying convulsive of an over dose, YOU on the other hand 'saved' her for long enough for her little drug trip to finish ******** with her system so she could die in what was probably some amount of semi-oblivious agony... well done." He said with a slow clap.
"... but by all means... I'm the p***k." He said frowning slightly. "...How should it be?" He asked and, oddly, reached inside a pocket and pulled a scrap of cloth... offering it to the Senshi for his bruised and dirtied knuckles.
"Enlighten me... I'm curious." He said his voice at least less hostile, just for a moment.
Fighting wasn't where Zink's strengths lay after all...
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 7:58 pm
Little b*****d. Little ******** b*****d. He was right. As Castor felt bile bubbling up he wince, forcing it back down. Death never came easy. No matter how close or how far he was from it, it still was sickening. Someday he might get over it, but that day would be far off. Hell, what he'd done, what he could do....Images of blood and gore. Blood and flith on his hands, stuck under his nails, reeking, stinking, worst then the pit of the back ally where he was even now.
"Shut up!" Roaring in anger and frustration Castor didn't want to admit the irony of what he'd done. It would have been better to simply let the star seed fade, at least then she wouldn't have suffered. her soul wouldn't have been forced to endure more pain. "The world doesn't need you. It doesn't need a bunch of ******** lunatics running around killing and setting monsters out to harm innocent people." He stepped forward, looking for a fight. A hand knocked away the cloth. "This world doesn't need the negaverse." The words came naturally. "It needs change. But not like this."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 8:04 pm
Zink watched the cloth flutter to the ground, silent as it drifted down to soak the murk and filth into the white folds. It was so much like the lives that fell into this pit, all soaked in the vial and the corrupt till you could hardly tell how fine they had once been.
"And you think this world needs -senshi-?" He retorted, his bright eyes darting to lock onto castor's own bright blue. "Aliens who destroyed their home worlds, come to conquer the world in the name of a dead queen... is that what this world needs? The very ALIENS...who brought the 'lunatics' to the surface to fight them off like the infection they are?"
His words were tense and angry but subdued like a sweet poison that still had an edge of burn on the way down. "...Is that what it needs?...does it need YOU?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 5:34 pm
Castor struggled to retort. But all that came out was a frustrated scream. A fist was slammed into a wall. Part of him wondered why he didn't just hit the guy in the face. Maybe next punch. Yeah, that sounded good. "Have you seen our home worlds?" The very idea he'd caused the destruction of his planet, his home. No. It wasn't his fault. It was something else. He could say that much. His knowledge of his world was limited but from what he felt when there made him think it had been attacked. Not his fault.
"We have NOTHING LEFT. And- and-" he struggled. "I was born on Earth. I'm no more alien then you. and She isn't dead!" Castor grabbed the nega by his coat, hissing. "Serenity isn't dead." he let go, taking a step back. "You guys...you're sick. Sick. Your prince wanted to marry the woman he loved and you turned on him. You sacrifice each other. You're all sick." That horrible thought echoed. "<******** sick from whatever is inside you."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 5:48 pm
"Not -dead-?!" He replied incredulous, but the words got under his skin all the same. "You are such fine ones to talk, destroyed home worlds when WE can't even go to space without you...no one to blame for THAT but yourselves is there, you LEFT them in ruins to come here to search for a DEAD queen who will do -what- order you to destroy us and OUR world like your own?! You call -US- the sick ones? What is that some justification of past behavior? You're reborn HERE so you get a clean slate and JUST as much power to -burn down buildings, kill US because you think your just as right as we think WE are...but somehow it's OK for you to judge because you wear white? Please.. if you were so righteous... you wouldn't love one of us would you."
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 6:33 pm
"You think- You think I liked seeing my world in ruins? Seeing the places I know we lived in and know they'll never be filled with people again? Knowing that the field of flowers I planted for her were all dead? That she died in my arms and I couldn't stop it from happening?" The flashes of memories he'd seen, the feeling he'd felt at his last visit. they hurt him. His ideals. His dreams. He felt his voice choking up. "When we find her, when we find Serenity we'll save this planet. It's our home now." He had to remind himself of that. he'd been born on earth. This was his home. Not a planet off in space.
"We don't want to kill." He growled. "We tried to find ways to purify, but we can't do that, none of us have that power." Then that word. Love. Nail on the head. Zink would have seen all the emotions that came with the accusation. The one under the skin. "I want to be able to purify, to save you from what is inside of you." He felt weak. Weak because he'd never be able to. "I wanted to save her. Why can't anyone see that?" None of the senshi thought his love for Lina had been right. That she could have loved him back. But she had. And he'd failed. He couldn't find a way to chase the darkness from her. She would die if she remained by his side, corrupted, an agent of darkness. "I did what I had to do. I broke her. The only way to keep her alive was to use her like any other girl. Now..." His fist tightened. "The only way I can save her is by giving her a quick death." Determination had set in, the grim fate that sealed his heart. "It doesn't matter how I feel, she's gone, and the only thing left is to kill her and move on."
Castor's fist swung out.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 6:39 pm
Eyes widened and he almost dodged, the punch clipped him and he stumbled and fell clutching at the injured jaw... his eyes full of shocked indignation.
"She wants to save YOU you a**... not just some pathetic excuse for a quick death... that's a sad excuse to justify ruining her like your -world... She's not gone you just gave up because you can't -stand- the idea that YOU might be wrong about the side your on... too busy HITTING things to stop and think things through."
He spat out a glob of spit and blood onto the dank and murky pavement.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 6:51 pm
"SO I SHOULD LET HER KILL? LEAVE HER TO TO DIE WHEN YOUR b***h OF A QUEEN THINKS SHE'S OF NO USE?" Castor was ready for blood. His thoughts were irrational. He was moving in again, ready to end their once civil chat. "I loved her." His voice was sad. His eyes held remorse. "And because of it, she has to die."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 6:55 pm
"No...she...DOSEN'T" he snapped back, but cator's eyes looked glazed and blood thirsty. He fumbled in his pockets for smoke bombs, he was not a good fighter, not yet...
"She either SAVES you or dies trying, same thing YOUR people expect of you I believe...oh I'm sorry... you KILL us or dye trying.... there is no 'Save' because "you can't"... or maybe you just WON'T so you let her love you...MAKE her want to save you and then leave her to ROT?! I won't -let- you Castor... I'll see you dead first."
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