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 Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 1:37 pm
The Dark Mirror Super Senshi of Burial waited at the fountain in the park, circling it slowly as she paced around. It was well past midnight and the park was mostly empty, aside from a few homeless and drunkards, which made it the perfect training grounds for the newest recruits of the Dark Mirror Court. Super Sailor Requiem was excited for the recruits to arrive for their optional training session - she had let it be option so that they may spend time getting their lives together after spending so much time away from Earth, kidnapped by the crazed Zodiac Senshi.
Not too far from the fountain were two standing mirrors and one large mirror lying flat on the floor that Requiem had brought with her. It wasn't easy getting three large mirrors from the city down to the park, but it would be worth the effort - they needed to be taught how to master their abilities. It wasn't all hard work.
Requiem had brought food, too, for the meeting. Cupcakes and stolen champaign, but she had already been tempted by both treats and had already eaten two of the six cupcakes and had a few sips of champaign straight from the bottle. She wasn't the best host, but she hoped the treats would earn her brownie points from the recruits.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 1:59 pm
Lesath walked towards the fountain, smoothing her skirt down some. “Requiem? Are you around here somewhere?” She gave a little nod upon seeing the other Dark Mirror Senshi and walked over. “Sailor Requiem, I’m here. Has anyone else arrived? What will we be doing today?”
It seemed that she was full of questions while one on one, quite unlike how she was the other evening. She had taken a nice little power nap and was ready to learn, excited to get to know her comrades a little better, to start really making a difference.
Besides, she loved how she looked in her Fuku, her boots were so lovely, and her entire outfit…just showcased her body better then any cheerleading outfit she had ever owned. The blonde gave a smile. She was ready to learn, ready to grow. "What's first on the list? And...who else will be joining us?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 2:20 pm
Being out late at night wasn’t a foreign practice to Remarque, who had often rendezvoused with a less than respectable crowd during high school. His college years weren’t too terribly different; sans the fact that most of his friends bored him and he was switching groups every other week. Being out past midnight in the park wasn’t a frightening or unnerving thought for him—and the park was certainly among one of the tamer places he had been invited to visit so late.
He sauntered on the scene; he’d been up since six but it hardly showed—but, then again. He’d been downing energy drinks all day. It had come to the point where he’d almost—almost skipped out on tonight to go home and sleep. But, here he was, freshly transformed, and very obviously in the right spot.
Remarque might have felt a bit silly wearing this outfit out in public where anyone might happen upon him, but took solace in the fact that no one seemed able to recognize him. There were only two already here, so he assumed he wasn’t late (nor early, which was almost just as bad).
Lesath’s voice was just loud enough that he could make out what she was saying even before he’d walked over to the two girls. Remarque offered a nod of greeting, but little else before he glanced to the blonde that had been speaking. “Do you always just ask questions or do you ever wait for answers?”
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 2:59 pm
"Sup nerds." Danae arrived with a sleepy wave at the trio gathered around the fountain, her other hand covering her mouth as it stretched open with a yawn. Despite having magically transformed into her senshi outfit, she still managed to retain the bleary-eyed appearance of having rolled out of bed only moments ago. Which she had, having almost slept right through the meeting if not for a fortuitous reply to one of her tweets. It was a good thing hipkoala87 agreed that grilled cheeses were awesome, otherwise she'd still be passed out from having tried to watch Tree of Life for the fourth time.
"So, what's the plan here? Trust exercises? Ice breakers? I can tell you my desert island books right now and we can just call it quits, because you are all just going to want to go home and read after I say them. Oh s**t, cupcakes!" Danae immediately lost interest in whatever she was saying, as she preferred a mouth full of frosting to one full of words. "And.. champagne?" she added, amused. "That's... okay, the classiest spread for a five-year-old's birthday party I've ever seen, but whatever." She indulged in one of the cupcakes, as indulged was the only word capable of describing the expression of rapturous delight that lit up her face as she took a bite.
"Oh muh gawd you haff two try thwis," she informed Remarque, pointing at her mouth to specify what she was referring to.
It was the cupcake, if he didn't realize.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 4:58 pm
"Greetings, Senshi," she said plainly, masking her excitement about the plans for the evening. She wished to appear as professional as possible, even with the small display of cupcakes and the already opened bottle of champagne. "We have a big night ahead of us, the first steps on your road to becoming Senshi of this court. We have practiced the basics of mirrorwalking, but there is more to the court than that. You have each been entrusted with one mirror shard possessing a mirror wraith, our tools for draining energy. Tonight, you will find your first victims in this park. Your task is to---"
"HEY! You!" a bum called, drunkenly staggering over to the group of Senshi.
"Ah, it seems we have a volunteer," Requiem grinned as she pulled out a glass shard of a mirror and called out the mirror wraith from within it. The wraith quickly latched itself to the bum and began to drain its energy, slowly bringing the man down to his knees until he fell into a state of unconsciousness, and then returned into Requiem's shard.
"...that," Requiem started, "is something you are all expected to do in your patrols. You must drain energy. Typically, it is easier if they are already incapacitated, and drunks are reliable for that. I want you to drain energy from one of the homeless out here tonight. When you have finished your task, bring their body to me."
She then dragged the unconscious body to the large mirror lying on the floor, and sunk into the mirror. Seconds later, she re-emerged from one the standing mirrors, the body left behind in mirror space.
"Humans are a renewable resource, and the homeless have more use in mirrorspace as taps for energy than they have on this planet," she explained. "Now go, fulfill your duty to the Court."
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 12:26 am
Remarque was still staring at Danae when Requiem spoke up; had he had any sort of intelligent greeting for her prepared, it disappeared as he watched Dane devouring the cupcake. It didn’t matter how much she endorsed the baked goods, he doubted he’d derive the same sort of pleasure from them that she had.
He’d pass on that, already far more interested in Requiem’s plan for them. Draining energy didn’t seem too hard, though it certainly was an odd concept. Find a bum, drain him, and bring him back here to throw in mirrorspace? Just tear them from their life, throw them in some unfamiliar environment, and farm them for energy?
Sure, no problem. Honestly, the homeless population was problem enough and Remarque felt no sympathy for someone that would rather drink themselves to death living in a cardboard box in the park than do something productive with their life.
He stroked his chin for a second and then nodded; when he’d walked into the park, he’d been greeted by a rather throaty snore, so already he had a target in mind. The man hadn’t been particularly unpleasant, but Remarque had never really thought much of any of the homeless. They were furniture for him, so the instructions didn’t leave him with any second guessing or doubting. There was no question of ethics or morality—he didn’t care about these people and was eager to settle into his role.
He didn’t have any more questions; Remarque glanced over his shoulder at the path he’d taken here, retraced his steps in his head, and then drew away from the group. The quicker he got on getting his bum, the less he had to worry about someone stealing his intended prey. Besides—if a drunken bum was incapacitated enough to be considered reliable, a drunken, unconscious bum had to be even better.
It helped that Remarque was eager to go try out that new trick. He walked with purpose given this wasn’t just some random search for him; he knew where he was headed and what he was after—and wasn’t disappointed that within two minutes, he’d found the homeless man still snoring away.
Withdrawing the shard he’d been given, he looked down at it. It fit comfortably in his palm, and the reflection of himself in it made him feel a bit off. Cold eyes drifted to the man only a foot or so away before he looked back at the reflection.
Procrastination for fear of failure or imperfection made him analyze the little piece of glass with far more interest than need be—for a long moment, he just looked it over, rolling it in his palm, inspecting it from different angles. He had spent a lot of time just looking at it already, but now that he knew what it was capable of—what was capable of coming out of it—it just seemed different.
Staring down at the filthy man, still innocently snoring, he held for the mirror expectantly.
It did nothing.
Remarque raised a brow and waited, foot tapping after a few seconds. Frustrated, he shook it.
Nothing happened.
For a brief second, he considered throwing it and see if that got any sort of reaction, though he had a very strong feeling that would do absolutely nothing to help the situation.
Remarque sighed softly and drew the mirror back to reexamine it. It wasn’t until he put significant thought into wanting to get the job done—into wanting to get this man’s energy and take him back to Requiem that he got the reaction he wanted. The creature that came out of the mirror was small and of a foreign shape; as one might react to a rat scrambling too close to one’s feet, Remarque stepped back.
The wraith that erupted was small—and what he could only describe as hideous, though he tried not to look at it in disgust. The wraith didn’t look up at him at all; it immediately approaching the sleeping man. For a moment, Remarque suspected nothing was happening and adjusted positions from where he stood; he crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his weight to one foot.
The snores were growing softer; the man adjusted positions in his sleep and his mouth fell open. Remarque watched as the bearded man licked his chapped lips in his sleep, but never once did his eyes open. The snores died away after a fair few seconds, though the rise and fall of his victim’s chest was evidence enough to Remarque that the male wasn’t dead.
The wraith had succeeded in its task, and when it was ready to depart with the energy it had collected, Remarque reluctantly held out the shard. He didn’t want much contact with the wraith since, now that it had done its task, it just looked uglier to him. The wraith dived back into the mirror as quickly as it had exited, and Remarque held the mirror in his palm for a few seconds before pocketing it and focusing his attention on the homeless man. Who he didn’t want to touch right now. Who he still had to carry back to Requiem.
Remarque sighed heavily and tucked his hair behind his ears as he skimmed the small camp in front of him; there were empty bottles of beer scattered in rather conspicuous locations, and the area smelled like old food and booze. For a moment, he considered how he was going to get the unconscious man back to Requiem; he could kick him there? Or drag him. Or just, you know. Pick him up and carry him. He was malnourished—Remarque could see that through the worn (albeit surprisingly clean coat) the man was wearing; it clung to his body like a second skin, sans the bulging pocket over his breast.
Eying it curiously, Remarque prodded the pocket before deciding to take the risk. He slid his fingers in and blinked when he met smooth leather. Without shame, he plucked the wallet from the man’s pocket before he even knew what it was and rifled through it.
Some loose change, a few bills. Seven dollars and forty seven cents. All right, so there was profit that could come out of this. Not so much from homeless people, but maybe after he got better with this, he’d try sapping people with bigger wallets. He pocketed the bills with the shard before sucking in a breath—more to get his last clean breath of air than in preparation—and heaved the man up.
It took a few seconds to correct his balance—and make sure no one had seen him—before he started the small trek back to where the group had been. There was a bit of satisfaction in that he’d finished with minimal difficulties, but it was far more likely that the reason he walked with his brisk pace was that homeless people were just plain gross, and it didn’t matter if the one he was carrying was unconscious and probably wasn’t the worst smelling one, who the ******** had any idea what he’d been sleeping in?
When he reached Requiem, he was compelled to toss his potentially flea-ridden passenger and toe the man towards the female to let her deal with him, but he suspected such would illicit an odd response and decided that carrying his new acquaintance wasn’t going to kill him. Probably.
“Here,” he said after crossing the distance and approaching Requiem. Eager to have her take the man off his hands, he was already practically throwing him into her arms.
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 6:19 pm
Sailor Danae was just beginning to do work on her second cupcake when Requiem explained the evening’s plans entailed abducting a hobo and feeding off their life energy. The constricting of her throat around the spongy wad of baked goodness was more out of surprise than moral revulsion. Her freshly awakened Chaos-alignment meant preying on humans wasn’t so much completely reprehensible as it was a total drag, but starting things off with champagne and frosted treats seemed like a bit of a bait and switch. Besides, taking advantage of the homeless? She thought they were supposed to be cosmic warriors, not serial killers. Danae finally managed to swallow her food, allowing her the chance to protest, but by that time the other two had already gone off in search of their targets. Not wanting to be outdone by either, Danae set out into the park, leaving Requiem with a withering look that seemed to suggest she had eaten better cupcakes that had cost nowhere near a homeless person’s life.
It took a few minutes before Danae located a suitable subject. The park at night was a familiar scene, but she had to be careful to avoid her dealers’ regular hangouts lest she was recognized. That meant sticking close to the burnouts and gay men soliciting sex, a path she was less knowledgeable of. Eventually she was able to stumble upon an out-of-the-way clearing where an old woman in rags was sifting through all of her worldly possessions, which she had managed to pack into three different colored trash bags. Every so often she would pause to mumble part of a sentence from some half-remembered conversation, squinting purposefully at whatever piece of junk she pulled from the bag, as if she’d find the rest of her memory in a crumpled can of Dr. Pepper.
“Go get ‘er, champ,” Danae droned, figuring dementia was just as good a form of incapacitation as intoxication. Though after several moments of waiting, her personal life-sucking spectre had yet to appear from the mirror shard. She frowned, turning the glass over in her hands, tapping the back with her palm as one would a ketchup bottle. “Dude, you got performance anxiety or something? Go. Do your creepy Dementor thing.”
Apparently gentle mocking was ineffective against mirrorwraiths, and if she couldn’t get the job done through sarcasm, she was out of ideas.
Until it hit her.
“Wait...” she slowly said to herself. She had been tasked with “capturing” another living being by having her “monster” do “battle” with them. “I’ve done this before.”
A wild SAD HOMELESS LADY appeared!
Determination burned fiercely in Danae’s eyes. She held the mirror shard up in one hand while pointing at the muttering woman with the other.
“Go! Molly Wraithwald!”
Danae had watched enough Pokemon as a child to imagine the accompanying flash of light and woosh sound effect, mentally making up for the lack of both as the shapeless phantom emerged from the mirror. It paid Danae no heed, acting upon its own will as it closed in on the crouched woman, but that didn’t stop the senshi from yelling out orders.
“Molly Wraithwald! Use energy drain!”
Danae pretended it was her commands that compelled the creature to descend upon its target, ephemeral tendrils reaching out to absorb the babbling vagabond’s energy. A look of confusion crossed the woman’s face as she alternated between addressing the wraith as her sister, cousin, and childhood dog in quick succession. The last syllable of the name “Snickers” dribbled from her lips like so much spittle before she hunched over unconscious. Its task complete, the mirrorwraith drifted back toward its compact container.
“Good job, Molly Wraithwald! Come back!” Danae added quickly before the creature completely disappeared. In her head, she conjured the 8-bit tones of her old Gameboy.
Gotcha! A SAD HOMELESS LADY was caught! Would you like to give a nickname to the caught SAD HOMELESS LADY?
“No, but I would like to figure out how the hell I’m supposed to get her halfway across the park,” she frowned.
It would be a solid twenty minutes before Danae reappeared at the fountain, struggling beneath the weight of the ragged looking drifter she was dragging at her side. The woman’s head bobbed like a ragdoll’s with each lurching step, which threatened to send the giant sunglasses she was wearing flying off her face. Danae had discovered the pair after some rummaging through the woman's soda cans and broken ********,” Danae panted, dropping to her knees and letting the homeless woman face plant beside her. “No wonder Weekend at Bernie’s isn’t funny. s**t’s exhausting. Jesus Christ.” She slid further down, cheek resting against the cool cobbled ground, eyes closing in an expression that indicated that everyone just needed to give her a moment. “If you don’t have a single bottle of water with all that stupid champagne, you are literally the worst kind of person right now,” she muttered in what she hoped was Requiem’s general direction.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 4:48 pm
((Sorry for the delays! Slow thread is slow. We can consider it wrapped here.))
When the newest members of the court had returned to her with their bodies, she applauded their efforts. It was a slow, unenthusiastic clap that didn't quite express how pleased she was with their quick learning curve.
"Very nice work," she grinned as she dragged some of the bodies a bit closer to her. "You may all leave when you like, I'll take care of these. Feel free to help yourself with as many snacks as you'd like. Except you, Sailor Danae." She smiled, or gave her version of a smile. Whatever it was, it wasn't the type of face people should make. "Weekend at Bernie's was awesome."
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