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 Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 1:24 pm
Camelot was hoping for a quiet night. It was a constant hope, and a constant disappointment. There was no such thing as a quiet night in Destiny City, particularly for a knight on patrol.
No, there was always some trouble.
But, in a way, it wouldn't feel normal if there wasn't someone to help. He knew that. People always hoped for the things they couldn't have, he had heard, and that was true enough. In a strange way, his routine was found in the fights, the youma and the other bad things he had to stop.
At least he was changing his scenery. He wasn't starting from the library, as he was beginning to worry that it was too noticible. It was an old worry, of course, but one that was reinvigorated after he shared his identity to one of his civilian friends. Maybe it had been a mistake, but it was one he had to live with. And that he was glad he had made.
Looking around, he focused on his senses, looking ahead and around him to see if there were any auras of note to worry about, either to aid or to stop.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 3:10 pm
Sailor Leto was doing her usual, lame patrols as she limped around Destiny City draining civilians that she deemed as easy targets. She yawned as her mirrorwraith slipped back inside the shard of glass that she held in her right hand, then tucked the shard carefully back into it's sac and then hidden away in her left bracer.
Glancing around the area that she was patrolling in, she looked for a mirror that she could easily drag the civilian through that she had drained to harvest in mirrorspace. Sighing that there was nothing around, she nudged the woman that was limp on the ground with her foot until she was shoved into a dark corner she could rest in until she woke up.
It was at that point that she sensed the approaching aura... but it definitely wasn't a Senshi, which had Leto very curious. Deciding it was a brilliant idea to take the risk, she turned a corner and continued until she felt the the aura was right there.
"Helloooooo?" She called into the night, her voice high and her eyes narrowed.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:18 am
Feeling the chaotic aura, though it was stronger than the one that belonged to Navi so he didn't think he would be having a third round with trying to talk to her, he turned. He heard the voice and then saw the source. He stood and waited for her to turn and see him, mostly because he didn't have any where else to go.
"Were you looking for me?" He asked, almost politely.
Camelot never went around looking for fights if he could avoid them. Recently, though, that had been harder to do. It seemed the side of Chaos was turning to zealots to continue their reign, which made the whole concept of talking and reason all but impossible. Which left Camelot a little short on tactics.
But he would still try. He was always trying.
Still, he would have to be careful. He knew that the only other dark senshi he had ever met absolutely hated him, so he didn't want to make the same mistake twice. Start off on the wrong foot and all that. He stood his ground, watching her.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 11:02 am
Leto turned sharply on her heel when she heard his voice, her red eyes looking him over quickly. "I suppose I was..." she said as she stared at him.
What on earth was he? He had the same aura as some of the people on the side of Order in the big space fight, that much she knew. She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest.
"You're awfully fancy looking," she said in regards to his armor. "And no offense dude, but don't you think you're a little old to be out here this late at night fighting for all that is good and what-not?"
While she was happy to talk now, eventually she would get bored of it and would want to move on to more important matters. Like fighting. Her eyes lit up when she realized that while he was on their side, he was definitely not a Senshi and that meant as far as she knew, he couldn't be brought over to Chaos... Which meant she couldn't be reprimanded for not trying to convert him. She was over-the-moon happy with not feeling forced to talk to someone for once.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 11:10 am
"Yes, yes," he said with a sigh, tilting his head to the side, "I'm old. Haha."
He heard it every time he ran into someone, good or bad. to say he was developing a complex about it might be a little generous. He had a full blown complex about it. It wasn't like he could control when he was awakened! The shield had just happened to appear when he was this age: and he just happened to be much older than most of the other fighters out there. It wasn't his fault.
But that never stopped the comments. He tried not to look wounded by it. He would have to go do something reckless later, to prove to himself that he was still alive. This job was giving him a midlife crisis.
"Don't you think you're a little young to be fighting for Chaos?" he asked, frowning, "I assume that's what you're out here doing, draining energy and leaving people helpless in the street, to be hurt or worse? Innocent people, who have far less choice in all this then even you do."
Destiny City was Camelot's kingdom, and the people were those he, as a knight, had pledged to protect.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 11:56 am
"I'm not that young," she said dully, her voice heavy with her English accent as she avoided the question of fighting for Chaos. "You know an awful lot about what I am and what we do. Someone in my group has been a chatty Cathy, I see."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Less of a choice in this? Do you really think I woke up one morning and decided I was gonna play super hero in a miniskirt and heels? We are the innocent people in all of this," she spat, her temper quickly flaring.
"We were the ones that were taken from our lives without any choice in the matter. Those civilians? At least they'll wake up and go back to their lives. Me? I go to bed every single morning knowing that when I wake up, I'm going to have to transform into some magical girl and fight for whatever the ******** it is that I believe in. I don't get to go back to my life." Her hands curled into tight fists.
"So if you think that I am not innocent in all of this, regardless of what side I fight for, you are sadly mistaken."
And now that her preaching was done, she swallowed hard and shifted her weight to her left leg to ease the pain flaring in her right.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 12:32 pm
"I don't need people to tell me what you're doing, when I can see it easily enough." And bluff a little bit, but only a little. And she didn't need to know that, unless he got something wrong. Then he'd be in the deep end, but that was not something he wanted to risk at the moment. So he chose his words carefully.
"Do you think I did? Do you think any of us did? But you attack them just as easily as they attack you, and you all fight for nothing. Just to kill each other, and destroy more lives. Your civilian lives. Your parent's lives, your friends, your teachers and classmates. And you attack random, innocent people, and drag them into this whole mess as well."
He shook his head.
"Perpetuating all this hatred is not going to solve it. There has to be a peaceful alternative. I know that you're suffering. That all of us are: this isn't easy for anyone, no matter what we're fighting for. That's the whole point. I'm fighting for you your life, the one you left behind, the one you can't return to. That's the life I care about and want to save. And I do care."
He felt a little hope, as she seemed like someone he could help, he could speak to. Maybe. She was angry, but many of them were, and why shouldn't they be? Camelot wasn't among them, though, as he found something to fight for, something he had wanted to fight for before he had been granted the power to do so.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 1:36 pm
"Is that what you people think we do? Wander around the streets of Destiny City mindlessly killing people? That we go out on patrol every night, wondering just who's life we could destroy next?" She shook her head at him.
"You're just as misguided as the Senshi. If not more-so, whatever the hell it is that you are."
When he spoke about fighting for her civilian life, she very obviously rolled her eyes at him. "When this is all over, and Chaos returns Earth to the people who rightfully belong here, then you'll all see. You'll all realize that you were fighting for the wrong side. For a Queen that doesn't belong here. We don't belong here. We had no right. We have our own planets, we didn't need to take theirs."
Unlike Camelot, Leto was indeed angry. Full of hatred and anger towards a lot of things and a lot of people. And while she didn't know Camelot for more than the few minutes they had spoken just now, she was now filled with anger towards him as well.
"Leto Camoflage Illusion!" she called and she shimmered out of existence, blending into the darkness. If he looked closely, he would still be able to faintly see her when she moved.
"You talk too much," she hissed at him. And before he knew it, she was throwing a fist at his face.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 1:57 pm
"I am Camelot," he said, frowning. His expression was stern, and something she had said seemed to strike him in the wrong way. "Squire of Earth."
Maybe because this was his planet. And all this talk of who did and did not belong on it bothered him more than anything else. Everyone seemed to have this entitlement issue, doling out their beliefs on where who should live, and what people owned what planet. Camelot bought into it a little himself, considering he was of Earth, but at the end of the day he would far rather let bygones be bygones and stay where they want to stay then fight to force anyone into some misguided concept of 'where they belonged'.
Anyway, if they didn't feel they belonged there, why didn't they just leave and stop making everything worse and being hypocrites? It hardly made sense to him.
Suddenly he was introducing himself to nothing, though, and he looked around in surprise. Had she teleported? No, it was senshi magic, and she had to still be there, just like that corrupted had done. And that really hadn't gone well for the knight, he almost had his starseed torn from his chest. That was something he'd like to avoid.
"I don't want to preach at you, I just want to--" his attempt to regain the situation into some level of calm were lost when a fist met his face and he stumbled sideways, hand flying up to his jaw. He took a few steps back and lifted his shield, defending himself now that she had swung at him. He had lost track of where she had vanished to.
"You're fighting for no reason!" And he didn't just mean by punching him in the face. Though that was rude, too.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 3:19 pm
Okay, so maybe being a Squire of Earth meant that he belonged here after-all. And realistically? If Leto had a functioning planet that she was even able to go back to (which she couldn't, as a Parallel Senshi), she would. She swung her fist a second time, only to hear -- and feel -- the clang of bone on metal. She winced as tears sprung to her eyes with both pain in her hand and frustration.
"Why don't you put down your stupid shield and fight like a real man!?"
The illusion of being camoflage disappeared and she was glaring at Camelot like a teenager throwing a temper tantrum. Her voice was high and shrill, and her fists were clenched at her sides, her breaths quick and deep.
Over the last few weeks since she had been attacked by the two Senshi, she had been growing increasingly frustrated and quick to anger and it was taking a toll on her both emotionally and mentally.
Why couldn't this stupid knight just shut up and fight her like he was supposed to?
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 11:05 am
Punching armor probably hurt, Camelot noted to himself. He felt the clang of her fist meeting the plating that protected him, and breathed a sigh of relief for it. Sometimes it was heavy and wore him down, but other times he did not fail to see the value in the protection he had been granted by whatever it was that had awoken inside him.
Armor good.
"Because I can't see you!" He replied, though that wasn't true. How could he honestly fight a senshi, of all things? Yes, a corrupted one, in her own way, but not one that he wanted to fight. Not one with a gaping hole in her chest and her hand trying to reach through his own to get his starseed. She was a senshi, of darkness and chaos, but still something he felt a bond to.
When she reappeared, his feeble defense for not fighting faded with her spell, and he looked at her with a soft, but sad and conflicted, expression. He saw her anger, how she just wanted to rage at him, and it was barely constrained at that, but he stood his ground and didn't lift his shield.
"We don't have to fight. You look like you've already been fighting. I don't want you to go off and hurt anyone else, and certainly not me, but I don't want to hurt you."
He did grip his shield a little tighter, though, the crystal embedded in the grain shimmering with life.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 12:07 pm
Oh right, he couldn't see her. That usually didn't stop anyone from swinging wildly at her camoflaged form, but apparently not being able to see made a difference to this knight.
To most people unaware, they would probably think she was a Corrupted Senshi based off of her Chaotic aura. She would not hesitate however, to correct them in that thought because she was very much not corrupted, nor part of the Negaverse. She was a Parallel, of the Dark Mirror, and in her mind? That was completely different.
She frowned, her eyebrows tightly knit together and she huffed loudly. "Of course I've already been fighting, this is a war. I don't plan to make a habit of talking to people."
Her gaze shifted downwards and she eyed the shield he was gripping tighter.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 12:38 pm
"You'd save yourself a lot of grief if you did consider it," he said, the crystal on his shield thrumming. He ignored it, not thinking he needed to use it. He was finding the thing responded to his emotions, though he had only used it twice so far and they had been youmas.
He would not make this senshi his first human target with it, if he could avoid that.
"Talking, I mean. I know it's war, but why does it have to be? I don't understand how you can feel so strongly about something now, when you did not even know about it before. Like this is your destiny? This is suddenly the one thing you need to live for? It's not! You had a life before, and you can have it again, and none of this needs to be happening! You're fighting an ancient war for dogmatic ideals that are simply being perpetuated for the sake of it. You're told to believe something, made to through Chaos and... brain washing, and that's okay for you? You'll make yourself a soldier, fight these battles, just to make sure someone else is miserable in the end and you're not?"
He shook his head. He was getting worked up, and the crystal on his shield was glowing brightly in response. His eyes matched its color.
"Earth belongs to the people that live on it: this is a new age and there are new rules, whatever was is gone and will never come back. If you and the negaverse and even the senshi could accept that, we'd all be in a much better place. We might be living, together, instead of killing one another. Or destroying lives by recruiting more and more soldiers."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 1:01 pm
"Are you kidding me? Of course this is my destiny. I didn't just decide to wake up one day and put on this ridiculous outfit. We're reborn this way. And when I die? A new Sailor Leto will be reborn in my place. I can't go back to my old life, I can't be that girl anymore. I won't turn a blind eye to a war that is raging around me just so I can go to college and date. This is my life now, and I've accepted it as such."
She shook her head, her brown waves bouncing off of her shoulders.
"I'm not brainwashed. I was before, when I was a White Moon Senshi. They're the ones that are brainwashed by some dead and gone Queen. I've been enlightened since switching sides, and eventually everyone will see it the same way."
Her entire body was practically quivering with rage, her knuckles white from how tightly she had them clenched. She raised her right hand and swung in an attempt to slap him across the face.
"I am NOT fighting to make anyone else miserable, how dare you. Don't you preach to me about why I'm fighting, you don't have a clue."
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 1:38 pm
"Yes you can! This war is pointless. Everything you're doing is meaningless! You're perpetuating pain and suffering and for what? Those people you're fighting, they could be friends you've grown up with, people you love, family for all you know! Does that mean nothing to you?!"
Camelot was getting rather used to being slapped. He heard the sound of her hand meeting his face ringing in his ears, the sting sharp and cold. He looked at her, eyes still burning with passion and determination.
He really didn't know anything. For all his talk, he was as oblivious as everyone else. His own son was a fighter in this war, and liked that part of it. He had fought with Leto, and hurt her, without any hesitation. Camelot had no idea.
But he talked a big game.
He looked at her, taking a breath. The crystal was all but humming now, his anger and will fighting for control of his instincts. He watched her, shaking his head, though his posture was now a lot more defensive. He had his shield raised despite himself.
"You might refuse to see it, but in the end that is all you're doing."
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