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 Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 10:35 am
Tonight, the stars shone with unabashed clarity. They stood aglitter in the inky sky, peering down at the scene below, at the age-old dance of predator and prey.
Friend and foe.
The street lamps stayed silent, paying quiet homage to an event far older than they. The pavement Felt the footfalls of ancient instincts. Even the buildings shielded such a private scene, such a timeless scene, from onlookers who lacked the experience to appreciate such an event. Such an experience. Not even the actors were privy to the knowledge of what their play truly represented, and for that night, it remained for the best. Perhaps their double-blind dance was better off concealed from them. Perhaps they'd understand it long afterward, when their minds have grown accustomed to the repetition of such eternal plots.
Or maybe they'd never know.
Bischofite had long since abandoned his perch atop the buildings, and debuted in his starring role by sprinting after the other man. He knew of his abilities, but he wanted to test how far they went. How far could his feet carry him in this form? How high could he leap, how hard could he strike, how fast could he run? He wanted to know his limitations, and he quickly discovered his unnatural speed as the two skittered through the alleyways like starved rats.
How should he do it this time? Rip it out while he's still alive, or brutally assault the man and take his starseed while he was unconscious? Perhaps Bischofite should simply break his legs and let him watch in helpless horror as he drew out the process of ripping his starseed out. Perhaps he should finally follow the rules and just drain energy... But that thought fled his mind as quickly as it came.
He knew Painite wouldn't approve of such halfhearted measures.
So he continued his sprint, his hunt, after realizing that nothing would entertain him so easily as watching the fear in the man's eyes, his fate wordlessly understood. Perhaps he'd draw out the spoils of his victory, then, as long as no senshi or knights caught onto the ordeal. This lone man was his, and as he quickly closed the distance between the two, the buildings and street lamps and sidewalks would bear witness to the private, almost intimate, murder of another nameless citizen of Destiny City. What could possibly be more poetic, more heartfelt, than that?
What this actor didn't realize was that another played his part, the one his prey truly fled from. He may not have known how their scene started, but his encroaching on another player's part would surely yield unrest.
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 9:11 pm
Lieutenant Merlinite was on the hunt tonight. He was going to steal some energy, as his orders dictated him do, but he also wanted to see if he could find a victim that had something good to tell him, to take back to Zinkenite. He wanted nothing more than to impress the General King.
At the moment, anyway.
His over arching goals were to get to that position himself, though he had no idea just how that path was laid out. He just needed to focus on getting to Captain first, and making himself prevalent in his chosen field. Information gathering.
So there were two quotas to balance. He took off after his current chosen target, grinning as he leaped from roof top to roof top, almost missing the other aura near him until he realized it was keeping up with him almost step for step. He turned his head to see the Negaverse soldier not too far off. It was another Lieutenant, which meant Merlinite did not have to sugar coat his phrases.
"Hey!" he yelled, growling, "back off! This is my turf!"
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 9:55 pm
The moon pushed his shadow toward his prey, and soon the man became aware of his proximity to his pursuer. He yelled, though none but the street lamps and their audience heeded the call. He simply existed in a twilight time, somewhere between definitive stages, somewhere that bore little room for other individuals. Strangers, spectators. Few existed here save for the three enduring the same chase that spanned centuries. Millennia, even.
Bischofite caught the man soon afterward, danced lethally toward the wall. He stood close to the other man, an intimate sort of distance, one that left them nary a short breath apart. Passersby might consider it a reunion of lovers, were they not privy to the more nefarious aspects of their confrontation.
It felt intimate in its mortality.
Bischofite pressed his hand beneath the man's skin, his sinew, his bones, directly to the heart of his being. To his soul. And from that fluid movement, he withdrew a single crystal - it looked unassuming, despite its quiet glow. The man simply collapsed in on himself, now a husk for the once vibrant energies contained within his skin. For the love that he once exuded in the form of words and quiet gestures. For the anger expended in energetically scathing retorts.
Now he was simply a crystal in the hands of a stranger.
He heard the words, knew their source. He could tell by the signature, by the urgency and nature of their content. "You want zis?" He asked, holding the crystal high for his ally to see. "Go get it." With a crooked smile blossoming across his face, he threw the starseed with undue force, and watched as it clicked and cracked across the alley, into the darkness between the lamps.
It rolled to the feet of a woman bearing seething anger in her eyes.
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2013 11:15 am
Merlinite was not amused.
"Oh, that's funny. Yeah, just go ahead and steal my kill and then throw the damn starseed down the alley. So how are either of us going to get credit for that now, jerk? What was the point of that?"
Merlinite was occupied at almost all times with this idea of propelling himself up the ranks of the Negaverse hierarchy as fast as he possibly could. He saw everything in terms of what they could do for him. Collecting starseeds could impress certain members of the negaverse, and make angry some of the others. He had not wanted to pull the starseed, really, but rather drain all the energy he could out of his target.
But still.
Now he couldn't, and he couldn't even bring the starseed either because it had gone down the alley somewhere. His anger ebbed, though, because there were others that he could target. But this guy had purposefully gotten in his way: that made him an enemy, of sorts.
"What's your problem anyway, pal? You got some sort of problem with people filling their quotas, huh?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 6:03 am
Bischofite grinned. Anger pleased him. "And what would you haf' done, if someone saw you power up?" His implications were a lie; he became too enthralled with the hunt to even consider the quota. He understood his folly, but he wasn't about to let this obedient puppet of a Negaverse officer know that.
"Obviously my sole intention was to ******** you over." Who the hell did this guy think he was? What sort of self-important b*****d squabbles over the life of a single civilian? Besides, the man spent most of his energy just running from Bischofite; what sort of worth would he be to energy draining? "Don't you know how many people lif' in Destiny City? Why ze ******** are you arguing wis' me over one man? Go visit a club, go visit ze industrial yards, go visit Stark street. All zese places house a lot of people at night, yet you're standing here bitching at me about your goddamned quota."
How uptight; at least a visit to Stark street would get him laid.
While the lieutenants stood arguing over a starseed, precariously near the man's body, a senshi approached. Despite her heels, she made her advance quietly, almost inaudibly. As a super, she had more than enough practice prowling in stilettos to mask her walking. Her lime green bows danced in the light breeze, with the wisps of white-blonde hair unconstrained by her ties. She wore her hair in the shape of a bow, complete with the loops and trailing tails. The rest of her fuku mirrored a more traditional look, with a white bodice and a lime green skirt with a second, deep brown skirt buried beneath it. Finally she drew to a stop, not ten feet away from their heated discussion, and cleared her throat to garner attention.
"So who did this?" She asked, holding up the starseed. It glimmered in the lamplight. "Whoever rats them out gets a quick death tonight." She wasn't in the mood for playing games with Tweedledee and Tweedledum over here. These people sought murder without a second thought, and she bore no patience for that type. No, she'd rather see them die if that's what pleased them. "But, if you two are quiet about it, you both die slowly. And painfully."
Bischofite laughed, though it sounded tinged with dark intentions. "Looks like your complaining drew out more interesting company, Lieutenant." A senshi starseed made for a perfect trophy, something he could present to Painite later and revel in her company.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 11:37 am
"Pfft, maybe that's something you worry about, but no one saw me power up and no one will. I'm not a clown. playing at this game. This is my life, man. If you were actually loyal to our cause, you wouldn't waste energy sources like that. What do you think this is? Follow the damn rules!"
He was angry, and he was spouting things he was not sure he actually believed: he was not the type who followed the rules if he could get away with it without getting caught. He did everything he could to make himself look good, while also making his life easy. The ratio was a carefully balanced one, and it often involved throwing any negative attention he didn't want on others.
This guy looked like a good way to keep anyone from looking at him for any lapse in his quota.
"This is what happens when they let foreigners into the work force," he grunted, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated way. "That thick accent of yours makes it hard to understand orders, huh?" He was about to launch into an explanation of why every source of energy was important, just for the sake of it, when something else stopped him.
Another uninvited guest. What was with this night?!
He looked at the senshi, then tried to grin and frown at the situation at once. It didn't work out for him, though, and he just looked a bit blank. He called his baton to his hand, spinning it through his fingers.
"Well look at you. Threatening and everything. It's my night for windbags, eh?" He looked at Bischofite, shaking his head. "Think you can handle being my wing man for this or are you going to throw her starseed some place random, too? Because honestly, I don't need that kind of help."
Oh, wait, what was he saying? He didn't need any help!
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 7:29 pm
Bischofite abhorred comments about his accent, especially when it involved bashing his country of origin. Though he did not voice his displeasure, he made a note to give this atrocious peon a taste of European superiority someday. Should they be forced to work together sometime, he'd certainly resort to insidious subterfuge to prevent this pain-in-the-a** lieutenant from reaching greater heights than himself. However, he feared lemming syndrome may be rewarded at greater lengths than prowess in battle and merciless creativity.
"I sink you'll be ze wing man, here." Bischofite smirked smugly at his forced ally. Though he wasn't about to summon his weapons (considering they were utterly useless), he slipped to the side of the alley with the intention to flank the senshi. "Follow my lead, boy."
The senshi wasn't interested in hearing them banter between themselves and slowly encircle her. She made a dash toward Bischofite and summoned her magic without hesitation, encircling her fists in a lime green light. Before her prey could escape, she landed a blow squarely on his jaw, and smiled with she heard the ensuing strangled shriek of pain. This only spurred her into action, attempting a kick toward her foe, yet it struck only brick. She seethed, and as she turned around, part of the bricking lit with lime green flame.
Bischofite groaned, having narrowly dodged her followup attack. He covered his jaw with one hand; it felt as though it was burning off his face, and all he could do was smother it. "********... Don't let her hit you!" He figured it went without saying, but he placed special importance in avoiding her attacks while that horrific magic was in play.
"Don't like felfire, huh?" She asked, with a smirk. "Let's see how your friend likes it!" Before she finished her phrase, she charged the other lieutenant, ready to land an elbow jab on him followed by a knee to the stomach. She knew how to fight - the question was, did they?
Reluctantly, Bischofite chased after her. He aimed a punch at her kidneys, hoping it would connect before she managed any real damage. They'd definitely need to coordinate to take her down, and he understood that without question. Life was worth far more than pride.
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