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 Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 8:15 pm
Youma hunting was often uneventful, and just as often insanely active and very gross.
Following the sludge monster he’d taken down with the help of Valhalla, Ganymede had been lucky not to encounter anything else quite so revolting for the last few days. Most of his patrols had been surprisingly peaceful. In fact, he’d begun to wonder if they didn’t have much to worry about these days, what with the sudden lack of any new surprises from either the Negaverse or the DMC, but then his previously uneventful patrol before dinner with Oberon had taken a turn into serious territory when they sensed the presence of a youma slithering around a darkened alley.
It was, predictably, very disgusting. It looked something like a certain bug he’d first seen during summer camp that year, with a long, thin, gray-ish body and a few dozen thinner legs that were nearly just as long. Unlike the bug, however, this youma was about as big as a horse, and had the added destructive power of a set of sharp pincers in the area that could have been its mouth.
“Okay, remember what I’ve told you,” he said to the chibi senshi beside him. “Don’t just rush in. You want to see what it can do first, so you know what the biggest danger is and you can figure out how to avoid it. You want to try to approach it with some kind of a plan in mind, and don’t ever take your eyes off of it, even when it’s down.”
If the kid was going to be going out on his own—despite Ganymede’s many passionate warnings against it—he wanted Oberon to be prepared, he wanted him to do this right, so teaching him how to handle it seemed to be the next best thing other than locking him in his room and never letting him out again.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 9:14 pm
"Ugh, that's not natural... That's gotta be the result of radiation or just a really messed up mind," Oberon complained, taking a step back from the youma that he and Ganymede had stumbled upon. He'd seen bugs like this before, but nothing as big, nor as ferocious. He just hoped this thing wasn't as fast as its smaller cousins.
"Oh yeah? What's your plan then?" the chibi grumbled as the youma searched around with is long legs, before finally catching sight of the two of them. They didn't have time to just stand around and wait for it to attack them! They needed to act! He was fine with not taking his eyes off of it, but attacking it would be better than... standing and doing nothing.
The youma turned to charge them and Oberon made a leap forward, hoping to kick the nasty creature right in the kisser. But before he even made it a foot away from where he'd been standing, a hard yank pulled him back to the ground.
"HEY!" he yelped as he nearly lost his balance, his feet hitting the ground harder then he'd anticipated. Over his shoulder he saw that Ganymede had grabbed hold of his bow, keeping him from getting any closer to the attacking youma. "Let go!!" he whined, turning back to make sure the monster hadn't gotten close enough to attack them yet.
But to Oberon's surprise... it seemed to have more or less stopped completely. It looked... almost frozen in fear. Talk about strange.
Or just a decent application of magic.
Sessrumnir held his storm glass at arm's length as he approached the two senshi, his sights fixed on the youma he'd caught inside. Okay, so it wasn't technically inside the glass, but everything the squire could see happening inside it was what the youma was experiencing. Right now it was trying to take cover from a torrential downpour.
"Babydoll's stuck on babysitting duty?" Sessrumnir laughed in amusement, keeping the youma trapped a few moments longer before releasing it and watching it scurry for shelter. "It'll be back... And give us enough time to come up with a plan." He winked in Ganymede's direction, having felt the presence of both senshi and youma and knight. "Wasn't there three of you around?" he asked in confusion, having sworn he felt another energy source.
Yeah yeah, he was there, too... Or rather, he'd been pulled to their presence as Sessrumnir had been. "Ganymede," he said in a breath, feeling as though he always sounded surprised when he ran into him. Sessrumnir he knew, but as he glanced down to the kid, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"What's going on?" he asked, his compass at the ready. Sessrumnir he knew as another knight of Jupiter, but the chibi he'd never seen before. He came in the direction closest to the alley the youma had gone down, unaware of where it had suddenly disappeared to. He just knew that there were others that might have needed his help. He hadn't expected to run into Ganymede, much less Sessrumnir or some kid.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 9:49 pm
Ganymede kept a firm hold on Oberon’s bow to prevent him from escaping, frowning down at him all the while. Little brat couldn’t even go five seconds without trying to get himself into trouble. And right after Ganymede had just finished warning him about it, too. At this rate, he’d never feel comfortable letting the chibi senshi go out on his own.
“Watch it, dumbass,” he said with both annoyance and slight affection in his voice. “What did I just tell you?”
The sudden arrival of two extra sources of energy was not lost to him—nor was the youma's apparent paralysis. Ganymede pulled Oberon a little closer as the first and then the second touched his senses. They didn’t feel like danger, but until he knew who they were…
“Sess,” he observed, greeting the first Jupiter squire with a tiny smile before he noticed the second as well—and this one he gave a slightly more animated greeting, “Val!”
With their identities verified, he loosened his old on Oberon’s bow just enough to give the kid some wiggle room. “Well, now it’s a party,” he said. “Oberon, this is Sessrumnir and Valhalla. I told you about Val before. They’re both knights of Jupiter. Guys, this is Oberon. He’s… er…”
He paused to think of how to explain his relationship with the chibi senshi without giving away anyone’s identity, since Peter had been adamant about keeping it a secret from Chris. Paris intended to keep that secret, at least until Oberon gave him a reason not to.
“I was around when Tomlin awakened him, so I try to keep an eye on him when I can. And that,” he continued, watching carefully as the youma came scurrying out of the alley again, “is our monster du jour.”
Instead of approaching them from the ground, the youma had made its way up the side of the building to observe the four of them from a safer vantage point.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 10:35 pm
"Senshi of Adventure!" Oberon clarified as Ganymede introduced him. He thought it was rather awesome that he was more or less Adventure personified. Well, maybe not exactly like that, but it was a nice thought. Right??
"And I'm not a dumbass," he whined in embarrassment, trying to yank his bow away from Ganymede's grasp as the youma came into view again. "Ugh, where's a big shoe when you need one?" he wondered, before turning to give Ganymede a little shove with the use of his magic. "Adventure is out there!" he chirped, very much enjoying being able to use his magic to get Ganymede to be a little more... proactive in fighting the youma.
Hey! He wasn't forcing him to do anything! He was just getting him a little more animated than just standing back and observing all the time.
Ah! The somewhat moody other knight of Jupiter! That's who he'd felt just a little while ago. Well, nothing to worry about the, right?
"So thoughtful of you," he said with a grin and another wink in Ganymede's direction as he moved away from the youma and close to another alley in search of something useful to attack it with. While his storm glass could hold its own in a crisis, he would rather have something other than a weighted whip-like weapon as means of defending himself, and possibly others. He picked up what looked like the end of a broken broom, as well as a bent curtain rod, preparing himself for whatever came next.
"You're looking well, Babydoll," Sessrumnir said as he moved closer to the senshi, offering him one of the makeshift weapons. "Haven't seen you around in a while." Not that it mattered. There were a lot of them and it was a big city. It wasn't surprising that they didn't run into each other more often.
While Valhalla was immediately concerned about the proximity of the youma to himself, Ganymede, and the chibi senshi, he couldn't help but feel a sudden pang of jealousy as Sessrumnir hovered a little too close to his boyfriend. "Back off, buddy," he snapped before he could stop himself.
Him? Jealous? Maybe a bit. Apparently enough to get fussy over the fact that someone was just... talking to Ganymede. But it wasn't just talking! It was how he was talking to him! He was obviously trying to flirt with his boyfriend, and Valhalla didn't like that one bit. Besides... he was calling him Babydoll. What the hell??
The youma didn't seem too interested in their conversation though, and scurried along the side of the building before leaping down to attack. "Watch out!" Valhalla shouted, attempting to use his magic to get it to fly back up in the air... but apparently his magic of 'reversal' didn't overpower the law of gravity. Damn.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 1:22 pm
Ganymede gave a start when Oberon used his magic on him. That obnoxious little…
Not that the magic was terrible, but after having it used on him before he was well aware of the effects. It tended to lower his inhibitions quite a bit—not exactly like being drunk, as it wasn’t as if he were stumbling around bleary-eyed and foggy-headed, but it certainly had the habit of encouraging what Ganymede would consider reckless behavior under normal circumstances. As soon as Oberon’s hand touched him and the magic started doing its work, the Eternal senshi felt a surge of… not power, but awareness, adrenaline, and an audaciousness that was something like false bravery.
“Why, thank you!” he chirped a bit too happily for the situation, both in response to Sessrumnir’s comment as well the offering of a weapon. Ganymede looked over his choices quickly before picking the bent curtain rod and leaning up to give the squire a kiss on the cheek, leaving a smear of red lipstick in his wake. “You don’t look too bad yourself!”
Though he couldn’t imagine the outfit was very comfortable in the summer heat.
Hearing the snappy tone of Val’s voice, Ganymede turned to him with the intention of mollifying him when the youma jumped down and Val shouted his warning. Normally Ganymede would continue to linger back until he’d managed to ascertain the youma’s weaknesses and come up with a plan of attack, but with Oberon’s magic working on him he felt as prepared as he was going to be.
He pranced right over to Val to lean up and plant a quick kiss on his mouth, mumbling a “Don’t sweat it, Wonder Boy,” before turning to charge the youma with his mighty curtain road, dodging its many wiggling legs to strike it in the side and send it careening into a nearby fire-hydrant.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 11:31 am
"H-hey!" Oberon gasped with wide eyes as Ganymede went about kissing everyone. Well, the other two. Not him, obviously. That would be gross. But he was fairly certain that Ganymede still had a thing for his brother, right?? At least he'd been pretty sure when he was all over him the last time he saw them together!
His magic was supposed to help motivate others, not make them kiss whoever they spoke to! Clearly he would have to be more careful in the future.
Coming back to his senses, Oberon scrambled after Ganymede, wanting to help take out the youma. As it went crashing into the fire hydrant, Oberon took a mighty leap landing with both heels on the creature's body to keep it down, and then darted off to stay out of the reach of the long legs and evil looking pincers.
Valhalla sputtered in disbelief as Ganymede kissed the other squire. What the hell was that?! He'd started to open his mouth to whine and/or complain about the situation of Ganymede kissing this other dude, before he was then kissed himself. He stared with wide eyes as the senshi went off to attack then, not sure what the hell was going on.
But as the youma was pounded into the pavement, he saw it trying to get back up and chase after the senshi. With a quick burst of his magic, the youma's step forward had its feet slipping underneath it, effectively tripping it and keeping it down. For now.
Sessrumnir raised an eyebrow in curiosity at the other squire, before grinning in amusement at the kiss to his cheek. It seemed as though this other kid was jealous. How precious.
He took the necessary steps towards Valhalla, lifting an arm to teasingly rest on his shoulder, leaning closer than what he assumed would be comfortable for the other Jupiter knight. "He's cute, huh? Come here often?" It wasn't his best pick up lines, but the fact that this kid was getting so flustered amused him greatly. Besides, it seemed as though the other two had the youma under control for the moment. Still, he kept an eye on it, just in case he and his broken broom were needed.
"Absolutely not," Valhalla nearly yelped and jumped back in surprise, his face suddenly red in embarrassment. It was one thing to expect to fight to get this guy to back off of Ganymede, but for the tables to turn on him?? Yeah, he hadn't been expecting that. He stumbled back as he slipped off the curb, staring at the squire in horror. "I mean, he is cute, but no I don't!"
Oh what the hell was this...
His eyebrows raised in curiosity at Valhalla, watching as the kid stumbled backwards. Real smooth. "You've got something right here, hot stuff," he teased, lifting a finger to indicate the lipstick left on Valhalla's lips by the senshi's kiss.
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 12:11 pm
Ganymede grabbed onto Oberon’s arm to pull the chibi senshi behind him once the brat was done stomping on the youma and tried to dart off, keeping him safe until Valhalla used his magic and the creature was no longer threatening to attack them. It seemed too busy trying to find a way to get all of its legs to work in unison so that it could actually walk.
The magic Oberon had used on him was already beginning to fade. He could almost feel it as it seeped out of him. His sense of awareness had never left, but his ability to think “no, this is stupid” grew stronger the more the magic dissipated.
“What the hell, Oberon? What have I told you?" he asked again. "You don’t just jump in like that! And you don’t make me jump in just because you want to!” he said, still gripping onto his curtain rod as he observed the youma’s erratic movements to try and find a good angle of attack.
That was one of the problems with Val’s magic. When the youma started flailing around everywhere, it could be hard to attack without it accidentally whacking him anyway.
“Are you two going to come help at all, or are you going to keep flirting and stand there competing for the title of most handsome?” he called to the two Jovian squires. “Because, I’m sorry, Sess, but my vote’ll always go to Val. No offense or anything, it’s just that he and I sort of come as a pair.”
If Oberon was confused by any of that… well, he had other ways to explain his relationship to Valhalla without revealing anyone’s identity for as long as they didn’t want it to be revealed. He and Val had been working rather closely together over the last year, after all. Life and death situations had a way of bonding people to one another.
As the youma’s wriggling began to lessen a bit, Ganymede took a few cautious steps toward it as he tightened his grip on his makeshift weapon. When it turned toward him, he lashed out and struck it across what he assumed was its head.
Fortunately, he got a decent hit in. Unfortunately, the youma immediately turned again and grabbed his curtain rod between its pincers.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 10:36 am
Oberon sputtered and nearly tripped over himself as Ganymede pulled him behind him and out of the way. "Hey! You're gonna break my arm!" he whined, not hurt at all, but feeling the need to give Ganymede a little perspective on what could happen. Of course, he didn't exactly like how he was being yelled at, and he shied away from the accusation of him making Ganymede do something reckless.
It wasn't as though he was trying to get anyone hurt! He was just... he didn't think sitting around and watching it was going to do anything. "I didn't..." he mumbled, not wanting to admit that he really didn't want Ganymede to get hurt... but then what was the point of him having magic if he couldn't use it? "Just because you don't use your magic..." he pouted, glancing up as Ganymede let go of his arm so he could attack the youma.
That was totally unfair! To expect him to just sit around and do nothing when countless others were protecting the city!
"I don't need to compete, Babydoll," he said with a wink in Ganymede's direction, before snorting in amusement at how he'd had to scold them for their inability to help, or their desire to help too much in Oberon's case. "Having trouble with babysitting? Shouldn't you be in bed, Champ?" he wondered out loud.
The response he got was a glare and a flip of a middle finger.
Sessrumnir laughed, shaking his head at the fiery attitude. "Careful with that, Scout," he grinned, lifting his stormglass to be able to try and catch the youma inside it and keep it from attacking Ganymede while it chewed on the curtain rod. "Just because you act like a big boy doesn't mean you are one."
"Leave him alone," Valhalla snapped at the squire he was liking less and less by the minute. "At least he's doing something. You're just standing there, admiring your precious little water-vial," he growled, still lightly flushed from Ganymede's comments about flirting and competing. He definitely wasn't flirting with this guy. No way!
"Valhalla of Jupiter, captor of hearts and hero of children. Bravo," Sessrumnir smirked, not taking his eye off the glass, watching as the youma cowered from the sudden rainstorm only it would experience. "Why don't you go back to saving kittens from trees and brushing your hair and leave the youma to the big kids."
And that wasn't directed at just Valhalla.
He could feel his temper flaring. He knew he shouldn't let this guy get the better of him with his snarky comments and elitest attitude. Who did he think he was??
Deciding not to punch this guy at the moment, Valhalla reached over to grab the broken broom from Sessrumnir's hands, and charged off after the youma. He'd show him who could fight.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 4:37 pm
Rolling his eyes at the commentary he could hear taking place behind him, Ganymede pulled the curtain rod out from between the youma’s pincers with a screech that sounded like nails dragging along a chalk board as the youma began to cower. He couldn’t accurately explain why it was cowering, but he thought it might have something to do with the weapon Sessrumnir carried around.
He took a step back to assess the situation again just as Val charged in with the broken broom.
“Always have to play the hero,” Ganymede observed.
This didn’t bother him terribly much, since he’d benefited many times from having Valhalla around, but he knew that this time the passion with which Val attacked had less to do with the danger posed by the youma to other people and more to do with the fact that Sessrumnir had issued some vague challenge.
He assumed the reaction likely had to do with some ultra-masculine thing he didn’t care enough about to understand, given that he was already very comfortable with both his masculinity and his femininity and didn’t often feel as if either were being challenged.
“If you want to get some good hits in, Oberon, I’d prefer you do it now while this thing is otherwise occupied,” he called out, demonstrating by striking the youma in its bug-gut while it was kept distracted.
He didn’t want to prevent the chibi senshi from helping. All he wanted to know what that Oberon knew how to be careful and size up his opponents appropriately and know when to ask for help. Only then would Ganymede truly be comfortable with the fact that this kid he thought of as his own little brother had become a senshi.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 10:07 am
Azure blue eyes narrowed as the younger squire took his weapon from his hand and when to hack away at the youma... right in his line of sight.
Typically, if an ally got in the way of his magic, he would either withdraw the attack, warn the person of what could happen, or even just move to a better spot. But this kid was getting on his last nerve with his better-than-you attitude. No, Sessrumnir hadn't been the nicest person with his comments, but until Valhalla decided to be a douche about it, his only intention was to see the end of this youma.
Maybe this kid needed a lesson in humility.
At first Valhalla thought he'd blacked out, darkness blocking out the scene of the youma cowering before him and Ganymede and Oberon preparing to attack it. And then came the rain. He tried ducking out of the way of the sudden downpour, trying to look around for where his boyfriend and the chibi had gone to, wanting to make sure they were getting to safety. "Ganymede??" he called out as he spun around to search for him, even though he had been just a few feet away from him seconds ago.
He hadn't been outside during a storm on Jupiter, but this would be close to what he imagined it would be like. Wind was howling in his ears, making hearing anything else nearly impossible. The broken broom was still in his hands, and he gripped it tightly, not knowing if the youma was going to take advantage of the sudden storm to attack.
"Ganymede!" he shouted, a bit more panicked than before, unable to see or hear anything around him aside from the pouring of rain and the accompanying winds.
Oberon grinned, nearly cheering to himself as Ganymede told him he could attack the youma now. The youma was confused or something and he was going to take advantage of that. Jumping up again, he gave the monster a couple good kicks in its sides, before it suddenly reared up, knocking him down and scurried up the side of a nearby building.
"Oof," he said with an accompanied groan as he knelt up to rub at his butt, having landed on it on the sidewalk. "What the hell?"
Of course, that was when Valhalla started freaking out or something. He looked almost dangerous, not focusing on anything more than a few feet around him and holding onto that broom handle as if he was going to hit the first thing that got too close. Oberon stared in surprise and confusion, having not seen someone react like that before, but his concern was immediately drawn to Ganymede when the squire called for him.
"Don't!" he pleaded, grabbing onto Ganymede's train before he had the chance to go to his friend's aid. "Stay away from him," he practically begged. The way Ganymede and Valhalla spoke to each other... Oberon knew the other senshi probably wouldn't hesitate to try and help him.
Instead of trying to figure out what Valhalla was looking around for (probably his senshi friend), Oberon turned to see what the other knight was doing. He wasn't exactly just standing there. He was frowning at something that must have been interesting, or just pathetic, in the large glass thing he carried around. "What are you doing??" he called over to him, not wanting to believe that he was using whatever magic he had on an ally, but... he was definitely facing Valhalla.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 6:52 pm
Any momentary relief Ganymede might have been able to feel as the youma sought refuge up the side of a building vanished as soon as the eternal senshi realized that something wasn’t quite right with his boyfriend. He did indeed take a step closer, confused and terribly concerned and not liking that look on Val’s face at all, nor did he really understand what was causing it or why the squire suddenly didn’t seem to be able to process his surroundings.
“Val…?” he called to him.
He watched the youma out of the corner of his eye, but the beating it had just received under the influence of Sessrumnir’s magic seemed to have spooked it enough to keep it at a distance for now.
Oberon’s hand gripping his train pulled him to a halt before he could get too close. Ganymede almost struggled, but the sound of the chibi’s voice drew his attention to the other squire who still stood a few yards away.
Ganymede very nearly repeated Oberon’s question, would have it he hadn’t noticed the way Sess was looking at his weapon.
“Knock it off,” he said as patiently as he could, looking between Sess and Val as the youma took its time getting its bearings. “Let him go or… or just… just make it stop. I don’t know what you two think you’re doing, but this petty rivalry isn’t going to get us anywhere. If you’re going to fling your magic around, kindly keep using it on that thing,” he said, jerking one of his thumbs in the youma’s direction, “and let me handle Val. I’ve had much more practice with him than you have.”
Whatever Sessrumnir was doing was liable to make Valhalla even angrier whenever he finally stopped. Ganymede hoped that hadn’t been the squire’s intention, because the eternal senshi was far from in the mood to break up a fight between two much taller and larger men.
And here he thought babysitting Oberon could be a handful. At least his smaller companion didn’t make it a habit of picking a fight with an ally.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:00 pm
Why someone would use harmful magic on an ally was beyond the chibi senshi. While it didn't seem as though the magic was doing any lasting or harmful damage to Valhalla, it was obviously making him confused and put on his guard.
Oberon didn't think of himself as a coward, but knowing that someone on his side would take out their anger or frustration on another... well, he didn't like it, and he clung tightly to Ganymede's train to keep him from running off and leaving him. He didn't want him to go any closer to Valhalla and potentially get hurt on accident, and he wasn't going to admit it, but he didn't think of it as a very fond idea to have Sessrumnir use his magic on him.
The youma was regaining its bearings by this point, and it seemed to trying to decide on what it was going to do. "Ganymede," Oberon all but whined, trying to get him to do something, but in this case he didn't think his magic would do anything to help.
Sessrumnir snorted, but he didn't sound all that amused. Instead, he kept his eyes on the glass a little while longer, before lifting his head to look in the senshi's direction. The magic would take a few moments to fade away, but Valhalla was free to prance around as he pleased.
"Well, aren't you the little diplomat," he said, although it was clear that he meant it in a mocking way. He was getting quickly tired of this game. He probably shouldn't have even shown up to help. Just let the youma eat them all and then he wouldn't have to deal with them.
Unfortunately it wasn't that simple.
The wind stopped first, and then the rain, and finally the darkness faded away to reveal that... nothing was wet and the youma was no longer in front of him. Ganymede had a strange look on his face, and the chibi an even stranger one. Had he just... imagined the storm that went through just then??
It didn't take him long to spin around to face Sessrumnir, his temper overtaking his confusion ten fold. "What the ******** was that?!" he roared, the unimpressed look from the other squire pretty much confirming his guess. Too angry to even think about the youma at the moment, Valhalla lunged forward, fist pulled back and ready to sock this jerk in the face.
Ah, so much for being able to handle him. Not that he felt all that threatened by the sudden charge. This kid has obviously never been trained for any kind of combat. His stance was all wrong, he left his vitals undefended, and he was clearly letting his anger get the better of him.
Sessrumnir easily dodged the wild swing and countered back with a jab to Valhalla's gut with his storm glass, and then a solid left hook to his face. Aaand, he was down for the count.
"Hmph... It's amazing you've survived this long..." A war fought by mostly children who didn't know what they were doing...
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:24 pm
Ganymede didn’t have the time or the strength to stop Val from charging toward the other squire, and so with a hissed curse he left them to it for the moment and turned his attention back to the youma. If the other two Jovians—who couldn’t even act like proper adults—were going to keep antagonizing one another, then he figured it was up to him to take care of everything else before this whole encounter spiraled wildly out of control.
And he thought he was terrible at teamwork. These two were practically a disgrace.
Keeping his eyes off of the two squires, Ganymede encouraged his one mature companion to stand a little further behind him. “Watch out,” he cautioned. “I’ll… I’ll take care of this.”
The youma had worked its way up its proffered building, but seemed to be observing the scene below as if to decide how and who it wanted to attack now that it had reached a point of safety and half of its assailants were distracted by each other. Ganymede saw no reason to give it another chance to strike. He took a deep breath to try and settle his frazzled nerves before finally resorting to his magic.
He’d yet to use his eternal attack, though it had been months since he’d powered up. For the most part he hadn’t needed to resort to it; many of the youma he faced on a nightly basis could be taken care of without magic. In some ways he was afraid of what it might do. He previous attacks hadn’t been very helpful, except that they occasionally worked properly and created enough of a distraction to fight or flee. Instinctively he already knew what his power was; implementing it was always a different story.
With a final glance around at his companions and another settling breath, Ganymede gave it a go and murmured, “Searing Passion.”
The first thing the youma did was let out a wild screech that echoed loudly through the air and had Ganymede taking a few rapid steps back, grabbing onto Oberon’s shoulder to steer him a little further away from the building. It was a good thing, too, because the youma practically flung itself from where it clung to the building’s façade, twisting through the air as its agonized screeching continued. It plummeted down, falling fast, but before it had even landed it burst into a cloud of dust a foot away from the ground.
Ganymede stood and stared and let himself be awed by it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:46 pm
Oberon stared in disbelief as the youma just... burst into dust before their eyes. "Woah..." he mumbled, unable to comprehend what just happened. All Ganymede did was say his attack and... bam... "What was that??" he looked up to the eternal in wonder and awe, staying close to him for the time being.
Okay, so... sometimes things happened that weren't that awesome, so maybe he should be a little more careful about what he did, but it wasn't as though he got hurt, right? Just Valhalla when he was punched...
Yeah, just Valhalla. Thanks.
The squire shook his head, trying to regain his senses after being knocked to his a**. Ugh, he was sure his lip was bleeding, and he was probably going to have bruises on his stomach. Damn, what the hell.
Of course, although he wanted to jump to his feet and get back into his scuffle with the other squire, he was distracted by the attack Ganymede decided to use, staring in awe as well. He had no idea that his boyfriend could just... take out a youma like that... It was pretty unbelievable.
Although he was impressed, he didn't show it. He knew that the eternal senshi was more powerful than himself and Valhalla, but he would admit only to himself that a power like that was rather helpful. At least when it came to fighting youma. Who knew what would happen with a human.
Stepping forward, Sessrumnir reached out a hand to help Valhalla up. He hadn't meant to take him out completely... just knock him down a few pegs. "Truce?" he offered, not thinking fighting with an ally was all that effective, either... Not that he considered anyone to be his true ally, but still.
With the fight knocked out of him, all Valhalla could do was stare at the hand, before reluctantly taking it to be helped up. He groaned in discomfort, already knowing that he was going to be sore in the morning. Maybe not as sore as he would have been as a regular human, but still.
He didn't say anything else to the squire. Just gave him a small, confused look, before turning to shuffle his way over to Ganymede. "You okay?" he fretted, looking him over as if he had been the one to get into a fight. Hey! He didn't know if his magic had any side effects.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:13 pm
After that, Ganymede had absolutely no intention to try that bit of magic out on a human. He didn’t even want to think about what that would feel like. Maybe it wouldn’t kill them as easily as it had dusted the youma but… it was still pretty terrifying.
“I… uhh…” he began, trying to answer Oberon’s question.
His hands were shaking. Why were his hands shaking? Ganymede looked at them for a moment, still wide eyed in awe and horror, before quickly dropping his arms to rub his palms along his thighs like he was trying to wipe off something dirty. It didn’t help, but at least it disguised the trembling.
He cleared his throat in the hopes that his voice would come out sounding more even than it had. “It… um… burned it… sort of,” he said, currently unable to think of another way to describe it.
Ganymede looked down at Oberon to make sure the chibi senshi was okay, tearing his eyes away from the spot where the youma had turned to dust in an attempt to distract himself from what he’d just done.
He didn’t feel bad, not necessarily. If anything, it was almost a relief to finally have a useful ability, but it came with a cost and he wasn’t sure he wanted to risk paying it. Fighting youma had never been an issue for him. Half of them seemed mindless. They needed to be gotten rid of before they could hurt someone, but the thought that he could actually hurt someone now, by doing something so simple as standing there and invoking some magic… he didn’t like that power. He didn’t want that thought in his head or that weight bearing down on him.
The eternal senshi turned his face up to look at Valhalla once the squire had come over, noting the red mark on his face that would likely bruise by the morning and the blood that seeped from a cut on his lip. Ganymede focused on it and tried to pull his thoughts away from youma and magic and people and what he could potentially do to them, lifting his hand to Val’s face to smear the blood away.
“I’m fine,” he said, trying to make himself sound confident. “You’re the one who… look at you, you just… what the hell were the both of you thinking?”
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