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 Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 6:56 pm
The scientist does not suffer plateaus when he can help it. And Zia had hit one hard. For two years she had been documenting and indexing knights and even though she had moved on to past life origins and lineages and cataloging spells, it was all the same.
There was a depth on the other side she had stared at and waved off too many times, but spurred on by either boredom or the claustrophobia of her civilian life, she decided it was time to open up the other half of her index. Negaverse officers, after all, were just another side to the knight phenomena.
A side that was notably less amiable to the human population and while she could weasel out of many of her encounters with them-- Only Painite and a feral youma had ever actually harmed her when she was in civilian form-- it was not a good mask for discussing the ins and outs of the nightlife.
So tonight she was trying something new. She powered up. Not into anything discreet, but her showy, energy leaking humanoid Mauvian form. A blast of mirror energy was sent out into the night, and she was banking on the fact it had been so long since a mirror being who wasn't Dark Mirror Court had shown up, the new generation might take her for an ally then an enemy.
From there, all she had to do was hope something, or someone was going to bite, so she adjusted her skirt, letting the long purple overlay hang off her perch, and began casually filing away at her nails like she was waiting for a taxi.
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 11:36 am
General Painite was not her usual, chipper self this evening. She was not as excited to go hunting as she usually was, and she blamed her encounter with Tag for it. Stupid grocery shopping was her undoing, running into him in a completely human and innocuous way. Not powered, not on the battlefield.
Just down an aisle in a store.
His words were ringing in her head, and her emotions were out of balance because of it. She had spent so long carefully building her walls, to the point where she felt she had succeeded in locking it all away. But no, one little encounter lasting only a handful of minutes had crumbled all her work to ruins.
She felt a massive power signature somewhere nearby, though, and it drew her from her thoughts. She moved toward it, not sure what it was, specifically, and interested in finding out. She had her spear in hand, as she had very few friends these days. Spotting the Mauvian. She had only seen one in a similar form before, a long time ago.
"I can only assume you're looking for trouble, with an energy signature like that. Unless this is your idea of subtle."
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 5:40 am
Yellow eyes flicked up from the nail work and to the officer. "Oh, hello!"
Of course, when fishing in a gambit that banked on the hope she could confuse some poor lieutenant into thinking she was an ally and pull them in, she would manage to snag piranha instead.
She still had fluffy ears, so she was hoping to avoid some indiscriminate teeth.
"Long time no see, General," She said with a mock salute and kicked her legs on her perch enough to make that anklets jingle. "I just wanted to talk, honest!"
She shifted down to a full feline, putting a cap on the energy leak and hoping the weaker form would deter anyone from turning her into a filet. It had been so long since she had sat there in full form with paws and all that it felt decidedly creepy, but she had other matters to deal with before she fled to what would ultimately take a bath and get over it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 12:54 pm
Painite had a soft spot for cats, though she hated to admit it. Even though she had sworn she would kill anything on the side of Order, and that the cats were probably the best targets for that, she could not just go over and make a kitty kebab out of Zirconia.
Maybe it was because her own cat had recently gotten out and had not come home, or maybe it was because she had some past history with this particular cat.
Whatever it was, it was enough hesitance to keep her in her spot, leaning on her spear languidly and watching the other with a dangerous sort of patience that was not really patient at all.
"And what is it you wanted to talk about?"
She didn't think the cat would know the random route she was choosing to patrol tonight, so obviously Zirc was not waiting here for her in specific. She was up to something else, sitting there like very obvious bait, and Painite was curious to know what it was.
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 12:42 pm
Eyes half lidded at the question. Of course the most blunt answer was probably only going to lead to a lost opportunity so she hedged for now.
"Is conversation dead?" She snorted. She picked up one paw to busy herself with grooming and smoothing frazzled fluff. "You seem down, is something wrong?"
Painite was usually on the more fabulous end of theatrical, and there wasn't much of that vibe in the air tonight. She got on her feet and padded around, leaving a canvas messenger bag on the perch. But she figured some mild movement was not a bad thing, considering how rusty she was at moving in this form and the way Painite was eying her.
"When you joined the Negaverse, why did they give you that name? Painite, I mean. Was there a reason?"
Questions questions questions.
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 11:11 am
Painite winced at the question. She was not sure how to answer it, her first instinct being to guard herself, but then the back of her head reminded her that she had never been this way before. She used to be so confident and open, and had no reason to keep secrets because nothing could hurt her.
That had not ended up being true, really.
"The name just happened to be mine. It was something I awakened into, but you probably knew that already, didn't you? That's how it works. I would have picked it, though, because it does seem very fitting for someone with my style." She grinned, just ignoring the first question entirely and opting to answer only the ones that suited her.
"After all, no one does pain better than I do."
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 4:41 am
"Hu-uh," The cat stopped and sat down, looking as ponderous as a cat was capable of doing. "You're not truly awakened, I would say, so I wouldn't really call it the name you awakened into. I am not sure about people who wake up into Chaos directly. I kept my real name when I was corrupted, as did Ares and Leto and Nehelenia. It's very strange."
She pawed over to her notes, trying not to seem like she was fumbling too much with her paws.
"A theory; Because your powers were awakened, but you were not, Chaos had no name for you, and so you are given these pseudonyms."
She shuffled, trying to think of massive flaws she was overlooking. "Although I suppose I could be wrong. You don't have memories of being Painite in a past life, right?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 2:50 pm
Painite frowned at that.
"Not really awakened? You're joking, right?" She was who she was meant to be. Someone had seen the power in her, the potential, and gave her the chance she needed. It was not as easy to be a Negaverse soldier as it was to be White Moon. Anyone with a good thought in their otherwise empty heads could be Order aligned. Chaos were the few, the chosen. They were the elite of the powered beings.
"This isn't a pseudonym. This is my name. I don't have any other ones, and I don't want anything else. I am fully awakened to Chaos, and I know my place in it." Sure, most of Chaos didn't agree with her, and she was fighting to be who she wanted and needed to be, but still.
The idea of a past life was new to her. She did not spend a lot of time chatting with Order aligned people, so the ins and outs of their histories were not really made aware to her. She heard some people blather about things like that, but for the most part she found the whole thing to be inconsequential. Why should she care what she was in a past life? This was the one she was living now.
"I can barely remember what I was doing last night, let alone in another lifetime. Why does any of that matter anyway? Why are you lot so sure that you're not who you're supposed to be. Or rather, that we're not who we're supposed to be. What is it about the Negaverse that doesn't fit in to your world view?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 8:01 pm
"Chaos doesn't know your name," She said with an annoying expression. Did cats smirk? If they did in a way that was immediately visible to anything that was not also a cat that is probably what the fluff monster was doing.
Either way, the know-it-all ism was clear.
"Because no one is born corrupted, Painite. It's a choice. Remove the Chaos and you're a knight, with either a past life or a bloodline, your own sanctuary, a history and a place in the world. Corrupted? This is all there is to you," She started grooming her paws, smug b***h.
"Speaking as someone who's been corrupted, purified, killed, resurrected, hurdled across time and dimensional space, I am actually quite certain I know who I am!" Oh the lies. At least it was true on Zirconia's end, which was who Zia was pretending to be. "I think it's been almost two centuries? Maybe just one. But I have been around for a long time, missy, and I have been on every side of the chessboard now. I know what I'm talking about. Everyone is born uncorrupted. Staying uncorrupted leaves the doors open. Corruption is just choosing to wear a leash."
She moved her shoulders a bit, like she was shrugging off water. "A useful leash, I suppose. But it gets boring after a while, doesn't it?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 11:10 am
Painite wasn't sure she was enjoying this conversation, or the way the cat was getting the better of her. She huffed a bit, crossing her arms over her chest and watching Zia with only a small amount of patience left. She grimaced at her words, shaking her head as anger boiled in the pit of her stomach.
"I am not a knight! I was born to be corrupted, it was my destiny to be found! You lot like to think that you're the only ones with a destiny, but even if we're not born like this, we are written into history."
She hated the way Zia was phrasing it. A leash! A leash. Being controlled by someone else, being told what to do. Painite was feeling it a lot more now, hating the way the Negaverse conducted itself, hating the rules she was limited by. Sometimes she found herself thinking that she was being controlled, that she was meant for more than what she was being given access to.
But that didn't mean she wanted to be a knight. She just wanted to be a better Negaverse soldier. She wanted to be a leader. The leader. She wanted the world under her foot.
"Maybe it does, but I'll make my own fun. I don't need to have all that cushy stuff you're addicted to. If you need a past life to tell you who you are now, that's fine for you. But I'm proud of who I am now, and I don't need to jump around with different teams to know that."
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 1:44 pm
"No one is born to do anything," She snorted with a definite derisive tone. "We are born and then we die and sometimes things happen in between. History is a lie."
She paused, a brief moment of rumination on how her own history had been assaulted by Ares and the Dark Mirror Court's proselytizing. "History is written by the winners, is how the saying goes, I think. It's not a battle cry or a right, it's masturbatory fiction. Your 'place' in 'history' is as meaningless as your stupid definitions."
Her back arched and her fur stood on end. "What cushy stuff am I used to, Painite? I have nothing. I have no past life, and no future. You do, but you're content with your blinders."
A nerve had been struck. Smugness was anger now. How dare she? How dare she! How dare she have the privilege of a destiny and a past, a possible future even after death, and deny it all in front of Zia, who had none of these things? Her outrage prompted a transformation into humanoid mauvian again, against her better judgement for her own safety.
She was visibly angry with fists at her sides.
"What teams?" She continued, throwing her hands up. "What goals? What sides? What purpose? These are all stupid inventions you all made up in a game of capture the flag where everyone has forgotten what the flag is. You forgot that to the universe, your little game is unimportant!" She practically screamed. "There is only the leash, and life without it!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 2:21 pm
General Painite stared at the Mauvian and felt her blood boiling under her skin. Her stomach lurched in a terrible, acidic kind of way, and she clenched her hands so tightly into fists that her arms were shaking from the strain. She watched the cat with as much of her usual, collected and controlled manner as she could, but it was very little indeed.
She did not like being yelled at, and what was more, she did not like being told she was wrong. She did not like being wrong. Failing in something was one thing. She took failure with a grain of salt and just tried again. This conversation, however, was pointing out things that she was simply ignoring, and did not want to be faced with.
It made her hate the source of these comments and ideas, and that was Zia.
"Whatever you are, you're a freak. You don't get to claim you know what's better for one side or the other, because you have no side. Just because you're jealous of something you can't have, doesn't mean you have the right to tell me I'm wrong for not wanting it!"
She pulled her arm back and her spear joined her, ready to be thrown. When Painite was the most worked up, she tended to just lash out, and that generally meant throwing her spear at someone or something. Tonight, she had a very clear target, and that was the Mauvian in front of her. She paused, hesitated, then threw her spear with a yell of frustration.
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 4:17 pm
Still breathless and heaving from her outburst, Zia's mouth gaped for words for a the briefest second before her desperation shifted back full circle and her open mouth clenched in anger.
Even if she'd gone and made herself a bigger target, keeping her distance proved to at least be a smart move, since it allowed her enough time to dodge and shift to her more agile animal form.
She dove towards her notes and her perch and deftly changed again, grabbing everything and moving as quickly as she could. She knew where she was going and she had to get there fast now that they'd crossed the threshold into violence, she just had to get there and not get speared.
What she lacked in combat ability, she had in speed and balance across the high ledges of Destiny City, with her ability to change from animal to human and back again at convenience. So she should've been able to at least get off the same stupid roof as Painite while she summoned her spear back. If she hadn't stopped just a moment to snap a stupid picture with a device pulled from the bag of notes she'd tried so hard to save.
Ha ha, Painite.
Oh, wait.
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 10:55 am
General Painite growled, not much a fan of someone trying to take a picture of her. The last time it had happened, that person did not much enjoy taking a picture of her, either. This time, she imagined, would not be much different. She was very angry with Zia, half of that reason was beyond her comprehension at the moment. She did not need to understand why she was so angry, though, to react to it.
She called her spear back to her hand and threw it again, this time focused on hitting Zia, and hopefully doing some real damage. One less cat in the world would not be a bad thing, right?
Her spear slammed into something metal, rather than fleshy, and she growled at the arrival of a knight. He must have been powered down in the area, and had powered up just recently for her to have missed his aura. She knew this knight all too well, and mostly because he liked to do the same thing he was doing now.
Butting in. Playing hero.
"I don't have time for any more lectures tonight, Camelot," she growled, calling her spear back to her hand. Camelot looked at her from over his shield, tense and rather unfriendly. He did not have a good history with the Negaverse General in front of him. She was not interested in backing down, though. "I'll cut you down to get to her, don't think that'll stop me!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 10:35 am
Zia didn't have enough time to move or react when the spear came at her again, but she must pulled up her arms in front of her head defensively because that's where they were when she dared to open her eyes and see Camelot in front of her instead.
"Ah..." She exhaled a breath she didn't realize she knew she was holding in.
But without all the emotional rage and turmoil and being near death, she seemed to come back to her old senses. Sort of, because Zia didn't usually have any sense at all.
"I was not lecturing you," She quipped. "It was scientific curiosity. Inquiring minds what to know; When Queen-b***h says jump how high do you go, Painite?"
'Cut you down to get to her'. Inside Zia was cringing. Stop poking the bear, Zia.
Never. "Or do you crawl in the gutter and call it rebellion?" She cackled while tugging on Camelot behind her. "This way, come on, come on," She announced as she shifted formed to climb from ledge to ledge. Her new target was clearly something on ground level.
"She's very angry, it's probably time to mostly run," She mused to her rescuer.
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