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 Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 9:42 am
Camelot was sitting atop a bus stop overhang. It was late at night and there were no buses running, the stop empty. Not a chosen place for one of the many homeless to sleep tonight, it seemed. The light next to the stop was out, and he was bathed in relative darkness, though in this part of the city there were always lights glowing somewhere.
He was staring at the gas station across the way. There were only a handful of cars there, one, he imagined, belonging to the man at the counter.
Not too long ago, he had saved a place like this from being robbed. That had become part of his life, playing vigilante and stopping crime when he saw it. And when he did not have more important things to do like stopping youma or other villains. But when he was younger he used to rob places like this, just for the hell of it.
Just because it was fun.
He had mostly shaken the bad habit, save when Tony got very drunk and needed a thrill or when his confidence hit rock bottom and he had to remind himself he was still alive. He had neither experience recently, and no real reason to be thinking about his past and contemplating something stupid.
Especially while powered up, a defender of justice and right. He tried to push the thoughts from his mind. He had a patrol to do, then he had to get home and make sure Dogby was alright.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 2:10 pm
Leto had other thoughts as she patrolled through the darkness of Destiny City that night. She wasn't thinking about stopping crime, nor being a part of it. She didn't steal, at least not from gas stations or stores- she did, however, happily (almost too happily) rob the men and women that she drained on a nightly basis.
Hey, a girl had to make a living somehow. And quite frankly? When you're sleeping by day and patrolling late into the night, there was no time for a job and rent had to be paid.
She slipped through the mirror and into the dirty bathroom of the gas station and kicked the door open, striding into the brightly lit area with a broad grin on her face.
"Gentlemen," she said with a long, sweeping bow. As she dipped low to the ground, her left hand slid into her right bracer and pulled out the black velvet pouch that held her precious mirror shards. As she raised, a smirk on her face and a glimmer in her dark red eyes, she held her hands out in front of her, palms up.
"I hope you've all had an absolutely wonderful evening, because it's very quickly going to come to an unfortunate end."
With that, her Mirror Wraiths shot out of her three shards and flew at the civilians in the room, draining their energy with every pass.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 3:02 pm
Camelot felt the aura while he was walking by the station, on his way to patrol once more. He immediately turned toward the aura, gripping his shield and moving toward it. Instinct was to get into the battle and defend anyone that might be in trouble. But he felt bad that his first impulse was to assume the Chaotic aura was threatening someone.
But then, sometimes his instincts were right.
"An end indeed," he said, leaping in as heroically as he knew how, "but maybe not as unfortunate for them as you might think. Call your monsters back and leave this place, and we won't have to fight."
He spoke before he looked at her, and his eyes widened a bit when he saw who he was talking to. Uh oh. They did not have the best track record, but he was bad off with most of the Dark Mirror Court entirely. He held his ground though, shield raised.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 3:39 pm
Oh great, some knight-in-shining-armor just had to show up and ruin her fun. She rolled her eyes at the voice of the Order aura that had shown up. She waved a dismissive hand in the air. "Listen dude, I'm not gonna hurt these people. I'm just here to drain 'em and go, okay?" With that, she turned on her heel to come face to face with a very familiar Knight. Well, ******** gotta be kidding me..." She said with a heavy sigh. "Go home, old man." If there was one person she absolutely didn't want to see, it was Camelot. While she was plotting his demise, she wasn't quite there yet. Tonight wasn't his night to die, not yet- the others had to come first. He needed to learn a lesson before she ended his misery.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 4:02 pm
"You should know better than most that I'm not going to leave now," he said, watching her warily. "I am not going to let you supply Chaos with more energy, and I am not going to let you prey on innocent people. You may justify it by saying you're not hurting them, but it does not make it right."
He watched her, holding his shield up and debating using his crystal. There was no call for it yet, she hadn't attacked him, but he needed to stop her shadows from their creepy wisping around. There was little he could do for the energy drained people, however, beyond defending their right to not be victims again.
But he would take care of them, and do what he could to make sure this, eventually, stopped. Even if he had to do it one agent of chaos at a time. To complicate the goal further, he wanted to do things peacefully.
"You know this is wrong! You just don't care, because you enjoy how it feels. You feel powerful and in control when you're terrorizing innocent, helpless people, but it only masks how enfeebled Chaos has made you"
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 10:41 pm
"Ah, forever the preacher, Camelot," she said with an overly exaggerated eye-roll. "Don't you ever tire of hearing yourself speak?" She took a few steps forward, her mirror shards held tightly in her hands to ensure their safety. Her eyes flitted to her wraiths for a quick moment before turning back to Camelot. A lot had changed since the last time she had run into the Knight. A dark, sadistic smirk played upon her lips and her eyes narrowed. "You're right. I do enjoy how it feels. I enjoy watching those helpless people crumble to the ground as my wraiths suck them dry of every bit of energy they have. I enjoy dragging them into mirror space and draining them until they are useless to us and then dumping them into the street. And I particularly enjoy watching the life disappear from the eyes of tiny baby Knights-in-training." She continued to move towards him, closing the space between them and calling her wraiths back to their shards, slipping them back into the pouch and into her bracer. The civilians slumped to the ground unconscious. "One by one, I will ******** end your kind. And then? That's when I will come for you. When every last Knight has fallen by my hands, it will be your turn. And then I can enjoy how it feels when I watch the light disappear from you."
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 12:22 pm
"I wouldn't have to preach so much, if you would just allow yourself to listen to reason for once. But I suppose you're so brainwashed, nothing good can get through. And that's a pity. But I'll keep talking."
The honest answer was yes, he did get tired of it. He wished there was more he could do, because words could only get so far. They could only do so much. But against something like Chaos, something that corrupted from the inside and had power far beyond words, his options were limited.
But he was forever dedicated. He would find a way to break through.
Camelot tensed.
"So you're a murderer now. I can't say I'm surprised. You would sink to every depth, to please your masters. Like a little dog. But you will never be able to over come us. When people are in need, we awaken, we don't need some blinded fool corrupting us one by one. You think killing us will stop us? You'll never touch me. But I won't let you keep trying. You have my attention now, and I will not let you hurt anyone else!"
So he was getting angry. She was flat out telling him she would kill his kind, maybe people he knew. He could not just let that happen. He would not. He wasn't sure he had it in him to kill her to stop her, but if he had to hurt her, if he had to take her out of the fight...
To protect those that needed it the most, he would have to do what was necessary.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 12:32 pm
A twisted smile curled upon Sailor Leto's lips as she smirked at him. "You talk a lot of s**t considering this is your doing. And what you seem to be unable to understand is that this has nothing to do with my Queen. I was never ordered to destroy Knights. The extent of my orders from Ares is to convert silly White Moon Senshi to our side- that's all. So whatever concept you have of some puppeteering master forcing me to do all of these terrible things is incredibly misconstrued. It's me that's calling the shots here, because you almost killed my friend- the only family I have. You remember my dear, sweet, Navi?" Her head cocked to the side slightly. "Temper temper, Camelot...." she said with a quiet laugh. "What exactly are you going to do about it?" An eyebrow raised as she crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for his next move and more than happy to take him on. Her temper had gotten the best of her recently and she had zero reasoning capabilities when it came to the Knight faction.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2012 12:44 pm
"Chaos is your master," he countered, growling. That was his true enemy and, really, something that made blaming all their terrible actions on easier. He could say that Chaos made them do it, and they were still, inside, redeemable. Even the worst of them, the ones lost so wholly to Chaos that they became monsters.
Even Leto could be saved.
The only unfortunate part of it at the moment was Camelot did not know how. All he could do was toil and fight and preach and do whatever he could to just keep going. But the longer it went on he knew, now, that he became more jaded. he did have a temper, but he was working on controlling it. The last time he had let it get the better of him, he had nearly killed a Negaverse soldier. He could not be that person and still speak for peace, could he?
It was a timeless battle that never had an answer. When he felt he came to one, it changed the next confrontation he was in. He could never be sure what to do, and was realizing that ideals were just as dangerous as anything else.
He did remember his ill fated encounter with Navi, though, and frowned. He had very bad luck with the Dark senshi. But he supposed he also held anger toward them, maybe even a sense of betrayal.
"Don't make me hurt you. Leave these people alone and get out of here. I do not want to hurt any of you if I don't have to, but if you force me to..." he shook his head, not wanting to make threats, "I want to help you. Let me do that, let me show you that peace is an option between us. This senseless killing and violence, for what? Senshi only awaken because there is a threat, and there is only a threat because Chaos breeds more corruption. We battle for no reason, because we are all told we must, for whatever reasons we're made to believe. It doesn't matter, in the end. We're just killing each other."
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 3:16 pm
"Chaos Shmaos," she waved a dismissive hand in the air. While at the end of the day she was, indeed 'corrupted', it was incredibly different than the Corrupted Senshi of the Negaverse. Her soul had been swapped for a Parallel one; it wasn't like the Senshi who's starseeds had been filled with darkness. And that, she believed, was what made her fundamentally different than the truly Corrupted Senshi. And what Camelot didn't know was that she couldn't. Leto was unsaveable. "I'm not afraid of you, Camelot. I'm not afraid of your threats, or your crystal. We're on equal playing field now and quite frankly? If you're not willing to kill for your cause, that puts me at an advantage. I'm not ready to kill you yet. Not until you've suffered. But if it came down to it and I had to? I wouldn't think twice." Her hands balled to fists. "You are so ******** blind by this Purification bullshit. I don't have a soul to purify. There is no going back. I made the choice to lose everything for my cause." She took a slow, shaky breath. "You don't want to help me. You want to end me, you're just too afraid to admit it because that would make you as bad as me."
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 3:11 pm
"I don't want you to be afraid of me," Camelot said stiffly, "and I don't want to make threats. I'm not trying to. I'm trying to talk to you, to show you that there are more options than this. Then hurting people and justifying it by saying you're serving some greater good. We can find another way, if we just agreed to try."
It was easy to say, but Camelot knew better than to believe his own words. More than the will of two players were in motion during this war, and speaking would only go so far. Not everyone wanted to talk. Barely anyone, in fact, if Camelot looked back on all the successful conversations he had with Chaos agents so far.
It was a sad number, if it was a number at all.
Camelot watched her, seeing her anger, seeing her resolve. He knew that she was right, that he couldn't save everyone, that she was beyond him. He would try, and he would fail, and there would come a point where he couldn't try any more. They would have to end the stalemate, one way or the other.
"I will do what I have to, for the good of these civilians, and for the good of life on this planet. You are loyal to your cause, I know you are, but I am not ready to give up hope on you. On any of your team." He held up his shield, forcing himself to focus on the immediate goal. Getting lost in the big picture wasn't going to help. There were people that needed saving now: and these, he hoped at least, could still actually be saved.
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