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 Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 2:17 pm
ATh e a r t Mimi – DMC Note: The Wraith is a rouge wraith, but you can still summon your own wraith and have it act as rebellious/obedient as you wish. Just be aware that exposing your wraith does place it in danger if it decides to absorb energy as it becomes more corporeal and thus attackable.
Walking alongside the officer, moving from rooftop to rooftop with just a simple hop from one to the other, the General stopped when he felt several signatures blipping nearby. "Seems we have company, officer. Let's see how you do with cleanup."
Turning and with a curt gesture for the other officer to follow, General Wolframite turned and started at a quick jog, heels crunching on gravel as he moved from one roof to the other until they were closer to the source. What he never expected to see was a ghost-like creature hovering over a group of teenagers who were all but trying to drag their unconscious friends away from the monster. It was not a youma. No, this came from another source, and one Wolframite had been warned not to touch.
"Seems we have a rogue causing us some bad publicity. Buddingtonite, stay close." He informed, and then dropped down to the side street to get a closer look.
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 12:32 am
Despite his laid back and fancy-free attitude, Captain Buddingtonite knew where to give respect when it was due. He may not have known everyone within the Negaverse ranks and the ladder, but he knew when put forth his best behavior, and the sight of General Wolframite was no different. In fact, Buddingtonite was actually pretty surprised and excited to seeing him. He had heard a few things about the one-eyed general and he was eager to drown him in questions, and yet, there seemed to be little time for that.
As it turned out, Wolframite was rather strict, though perhaps that was a bit of an understatement. He reminded him of Serpentine, except actually having the power to crush his starseed into a thousand tiny little shards with a single blow should he got out of line. And if it wasn't respect in Wolframite that caused Buddingtonite to be uncharacteristically obedient and quiet, then it was the fear that mental image brought if he dared disobey.
Like the general, he had felt the energy signatures, and he was actually looking forward to a scuffle of some kind. Not only was he eager to let out some of this tension that was building since joining Wolframite on his patrols, but he wanted to show just how better he felt he had become in the combat part of his duties. He had his wooden boomerang withdrawn the moment Wolframite called to him, and his grin may have given away too much of his eagerness. "With absolute pleasure, General!"
However, before the two of them had the chance to engage, he saw exactly what Wolframite saw, and he gave a disgusted spat. Mirror Wraith! Why did it have to be a Mirror Wraith. He expressed his dislike of them openly, something he couldn't freely do during the meetings and taking full advantage of the absence of the General-Queen to let his opinion be heard. "It would figure, the chance I have to show off what I'm capable of, and it's something we're not allowed to hurt! Why couldn't it have been a Senshi, or a Knight... or a mugger, at least?"
He followed Wolframite without question, though, keeping his weapon close and eager, and willing, to use it should the rogue Mirror Wraith dare try to turn its wrath onto them. "I was a feast to these things twice before... I would rather not give them a third meal."
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 3:46 am
"Can you not? Just do the damn mechanics the way you're supposed to and stop jerking around," snarled the purple haired teen into her headset. Her fingers tapped against her keyboard with agitation, the space bar rattling. Green eyes hardened their gaze on her monitor with the snide comment said in retort to her. Her jaw clenched and she said a few choice words into her headset before typing out a quick slash command and ripping her headset off in frustration.
"Complete and utter idiots I swear to the Titans..." she growled, grinding her teeth. Alex stared at her computer long enough to decide that being in front of expensive electronics was not a good idea. She glanced out her window and then at her door, thinking.
Ten minutes later found Andronicus roaming the streets, hood pulled up around her ears. The tale tell sign of power signatures rippled across her mind and she turned around a corner to follow them. There were several, but she couldn't determine which was what kind of power. Infuriating, but an unfortunate side effect to this whole being a Knight thing, apparently.
The Page rounded a corner as the signatures blipped their strongest, and found herself staring at the back of two... guys in military-esk outfits muttering to each other, and something much different in front of them. It wasn't a youma, but it was definately something bad.
Andronicus spun her wooden mace and crept in behind them, keeping her hands very much where they could see them. No doubt they could sense her, even with being focused on the other type of monster, whatever it was. She didn't recognize them, but they didn't exactly scream senshi or Knight either. Not civilians with the power signatures centering on them, so some sort of faction she had no prior experience with.
"Not to disturb your concentration, but that's.. not a youma I'm guessing? And do you mind if I bash it in the... well where ever I can actually hit it," she called to them, deciding stalking them silently wasn't the best idea in the world. You know, for survival.
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