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 Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 8:38 pm
The Chibi Senshi didn't go out alone really. Not since his last attempt, but far be it for him to give up simply and readily. Perhaps it was soccer, perhaps it stemmed from a fear of giving up, or maybe it was the thrill of being able to do something awesome and magical - but he'd henshined, and gone out the door to patrol when nobody paid him any mind, and now the young Chibi Senshi was out, on patrol, hopping from rooftop to rooftop attentively. His eyes were open, and his ears listening for sounds of monsters, though the young boy didn't want to really run into many. Not since Captain Buddingtonite. Not since nearly dying once before. It was frightening, but curiosity was in the list of reasons Massalia kept on, and the Chibi moved through the City carefully, finally pausing to rest a moment, hiding in a park in the bushes, both to avoid prying eyes, and simply to appreciate how easy it was to hide. He wanted to do his best and fight monsters, but grownups? Maybe not so much.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2013 11:20 pm
The night tasted like ash - like the night when the gallery burned to the ground with the last of his backwashed, paltry ideals. Butterflies lighted on his neck, and there they stained into shadows of black and blue - the residual mark of the senshi that nearly murdered him that night. But the collar of his jacket rose to obscure those intimate injuries, and he made no effort to further display them to the world.
Bischofite still suffered from the floating detritus that was his ribcage at one point in time, expertly broken by the same senshi that left his mark across the misanthrope's neck. However, armed with a doubled quota and a festering desire to run himself into the dirt if it slighted his appointed preening peacock of a superior officer, the once-general sought what dregs he might find slithering across the streets. The lamplight cast a jaundiced glow across his face, protracting shadows off his countenance and into his black hair. Yet for all the time he spent scanning alleyways and common bus stops for vagrants and late-night broken teens, his search turned up empty.
And with the newfound resolve incinerating him slowly, Bischofite could not stand for stagnation now. He had to keep moving, even if it meant asphyxiation - at least he'd succumb to it in the midst of pursuit.
Soon the jutting office buildings gave way to more residential houses, sporting steep roofs for harsh winters and chain link fences barring the public domain from setting foot on weeds abound. However, such eyesores of domestication offered little in the way of energy - aside from the rare meth head peeling out of a broken door for a fresh toke under moonlight. And Bischofite found little merit in such meager chances, so he kept his rough pace toward the park where he'd met many a night owl before.
And surely enough, upon slipping into the surreal darkness between the trees, he felt the familiar sensation of an itch beneath his fingernails, a throbbing behind his eye, an oily presence in his mouth that he could almost taste. Another senshi lingered in these parts, and Bischofite was loathe to pass on that opportunity. Should he find a budding rendition of the senshi who nearly killed him? Or perhaps a more powerless version of Persephone, still sporting that meager White Moon outfit and spouting the same tired semantics as a means to survive the night? As much as Bischofite yearned to lay eyes on the paltry signature, he hadn't yet pinpointed the origin of the acerbic sensation.
Finally the lieutenant left his roost between the trees and strode int othe open, fully illuminated by the afforded starlight. What little color he wore appeared muted due to the dismal lighting, but the few bones and splatters of war paint were readily visible. "Where are you hiding, senshi?" He rasped, unable to cover the impact of prior injury. "Surely you can't deny an easy kill in times like zese. Show yourself, and perhaps you'll claim zat honor wis' a little effort." His golden gaze surveyed the silent trees, desperate for a glimpse of movement.NovaCracker sorry that took so long! holidays are killing me
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Posted: Wed Dec 25, 2013 4:14 am
Strickenized No worries! The Holidays are important for family time. smile Massalia was slowly calming when the Chibi Senshi heard someone calling. For a moment, he wondered if it was another Senshi, perhaps a White Moon like Ganymede or similar, but no. Massalia peered from between the leaves, watching for who might be searching and calling him, and immediately shivered spotting the other Negaverse agent outside hiding. Massalia's mind flashed immediately. While the child has been lucky when he's approached Buddingtonite, this new Officer was a new fear, new unknown, and he was by no means ready to approach him, shivering and whimpering. He still remembered the last Youma in his face, snarling and hissing for his starseed... He didn't want that again, and the small senshi shivered. "No! Go away!" The child called out. He wasn't the best at hiding, but maybe he'd think this was a talking bush? The now-frightened young senshi hoped so. He didn't want to die. He wanted life. "I don't want to fight! Go away!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 8:20 pm
What's this? Bischofite mentally questioned in budding excitement. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't stymie the smile spreading across his features. Oh, how lucky am I tonight? A brat's come out to play, far past curfew and woefully uninformed... The lieutenant laced his fingers together, pulling them taut against his stomach while he approached the trajectory of the disembodied voice. A child's tones, complete with stunted, simple sentences. He couldn't ask for more - no, this spelled fortune in enough tongues to unite the tower of Babel in collective understanding.
"Little boy," he managed in inflections denoting his delight, "You don't haf' to fight. Were every encounter wis' ze opposite faction a legitimate fight, zen ze war would lose its flavor and degenerate into a more precise form of ze word 'decadent'. Communication offers too many boons to avoid in favor of suppressing ze opposition, you see. You might be more familiar wis' ze phrase, 'ze pen is mightier zan ze sword.'". Bischofite bought himself time through mild monologues to comb the foliage in search of the owner to that voice. He never met a chibi senshi before, as likely enough they often kept to groups and Bischofite lacked the more ostentatious self-destructive tendencies.
"If I was aware zat you were a fledgeling senshi, I would'f approached wis' a far different attitude." Something shifted in the bushes, catching his eye. His sharp golden gaze drew to the source, scrutinizing the gaps between the leaves for any telltale sign of a senshi, but only a wayward squirrel fidgeted through the foliage and darted up a tree. The lieutenant clicked his tongue in dismay, but it didn't dissuade his search. "You see, most senshi are closer to my age. It's expected zat zey are fully cognizant and capable of measuring zeir inclinations srough ze superego, so it comes wis' little surprise zat zey subscribe to ze line of reasoning given by ze White Moon. However..."
Bischofite leaned over a peculiar bush and spread it apart in one grandiose motion. Nothing. He frowned in irritation, but continued his winding search of the park. Idly he wondered if losing rank reversed the precision he once had for signatures. "Chibi senshi are special. Do you know why, child?"
The lieutenant crouched before one final bush and peeled the leaves down with a highly satisfied grin. "Because zey chose to fight at a much younger age. It's commendable, you see, to take up arms against your declared enemy when your balls haven't even dropped."NovaCracker holidays are the butthole of retaillll i swear it
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 4:33 am
Strickenized You are a brave, brave soul. And I think Bischofite is officially amusing as HECK pffftthhhffftthhh. X3 Massalia immediately moved away, eyes wide in alarm, the tiny training-senshi feeling a knot in his stomach as the Negaverse agent located him. Brown eyes were large, cautious, and timid. He was dreading being caught, and didn't like the fact he was cornered again, the Coyote-Senshi feeling his heart pound. While he hadn't understood half of what Bischofite had been saying, he knew enough that he might be stalling, trying to distract, and now... Oh, no no no, now he was found and the small boy wasn't exactly happy, muscles tensing. And of course he was grown up. This was Massalia's luck with the Negaverse. No sirt, the boy didn't like it. "You're going to feed me to monsters," The small senshi said, shaking. "Aren't you?" Great. Just great. Massalia was too freaking young to die! He was only eleven!
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Posted: Sat Jan 04, 2014 10:57 pm
"Feed you to monsters? Child, I did not ausor Der Struwwelpeter*. Zough I don't sink I'd mind cutting off your sumbs wis' scissors. Could be quite ze endeavor." Bischofite flashed a grin composed of more teeth and less manners. "We are going to haf' a little chat before any monsters start turning up. Zat includes ze ones from your side." Bischofite stood abruptly and dusted himself off, meticulous in his targeting of perceived filth. Maybe it was just a tick from dealing with children. He didn't care for them much, but this one proved interesting enough.
"Humor me for a while. You can follow me willingly, or I could slam your arm in a car door til ze radius and ulna break, it's up to you. But might I add, you don't need your arm to walk. Now, tell me - do you want to be treated like an adult, or like a child? Perhaps more importantly, do you sink zat participating in zis war qualifies as an adult decision? Do you know what you're getting yourself into?" The lieutenant considered it a measure of the boy's metacognitive abilities, if children truly had any at his age. If not, he considered a variety of options to instigate that developmental process early. And if he did... Bischofite highly anticipated listening to a few bones crack before he went home for the evening.
Dead children, just like Remarque's court. How quaint. Maybe he might force a fresh starseed into the boy's broken body, or contaminate the one currently within him.
"Come, and don't fall behind," he commanded authoritatively. "I'm not interested in babysitting, since you consider yourself old enough to be out at zis hour." As he turned to walk toward the street once more, Bischofite considered the use of children in wars past. Effective weapons, those. Even street gangs used them now, considering that a child lacked a more complete understanding of the repercussions for their actions, and most would hesitate before striking the young. So why, then, hadn't the Negaverse employed the use of children? It sounded far more effective than the gutter trash and spineless flooding into their ranks.
But this child, this meek little boy, could he possibly be of worth? Even so, Bischofite lacked the power in his current state to try to corrupt the boy. Perhaps once his punishment concluded, he might hunt the boy down and try his hand at it. Maybe that cowardly nature dissipated with enough chaos in his system. Besides, his admittedly garish little outfit might look more appealing in black.NovaCracker *A German children's book. It's pretty full of horrible threats.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 5:02 am
Strickenized That book actually sounds interesting! Massalia shivered. He had a bad feeling, a bad sensation from this man-- was he like Buddingtonite? Yes. Massalia identified that quickly enough thanks to remembering what Ganymede told him, and he was scary. However, her was also an eleven year old, and very slowly swallowed. The boy didn't see other senshi, knew at this hour they weren't likely out or close, and he cursed himself a little being out alone so late. All he could do, it seemed, was follow, but his eyes were alert, watching. Waiting for the monsters, like Gra or something to emerge, to attack. Massalia pursed his lips, looking up at Biscofite carefully, brown eyes rolling over information. "I'm eleven. I wasn't looking to hurt people." Massalia spoke. He wasn't trying to keep his tone down-- just keep his voice from shaking. "I was looking for monster. Like la chupacrabra." Massalia was fairly sure the thing would qualify as a youma at this point. It hurt animals! The child frowned. Monsters were real and in stories for a reason! Still, broken parts (whatever Biscofite described. Massalia wasn't 100% sure)wasn't his idea of fun, and the Chibi moved surprisingly quickly. "I wasn't trying to fight anyone human. Or interrupt..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 11:07 am
Bischofite ground his teeth at the boy's enunciations. "Of course, how could I haf' sought ozzerwise? You wouldn't want to hurt people. Never people. Nevermind ze fact zat zey're worse zan any monster from your nightmares - zey're obviously wors' protecting." Every bit as nonplussed as his countenance betrayed, the lieutenant wasn't surprised by the boy's answers. It seems most senshi followed this starting path, where they saw youma as the obvious enemy. Perhaps they demonized animals too, since both have the propensity to attack people in certain conditions.
Bischofite paused abruptly at the corner with one thin hand pressed against a jutting building. His fingers tightened against the intersected walls, and he felt bits of detritus dislodge from his grasp. No bricks shuddered in their mortar. A quick glance down the alley confirmed no vagrants, no youma, no cockroaches. He kept walking, unamused.
"I suppose I should find zat sort of selfless dedication admirable - zis whole notion of defending ze public from monstrosities zat stalk zem in ze night. It's a sankless job, you see - for when you go home, you're demonized by ze press, are you not?" The lieutenant pressed his hand against the wall while they walked down the alley, but he paused to turn toward the boy and crouch to a more connective level. Looking up, he saw familiar gold eyes staring back at him, widened in fright, and perhaps incredulousness. Bischofite imagined that was how he looked at ten years old, frozen in an incomprehensible scene, with but a fleck of blood on the collar of his shirt.
Bischofite hadn't realized the pause due to his reflections for a moment. "I haf' one final question for you, child. Be wary of your answer. If you found zis monster, zis chupacabra as you put it, what would you do? Would you kill it? Would you beat it wis'in an inch of its life, and while it struggles to function coherently, snuff it out wis' your magic?" The answer proved obvious through the boy's prior words, but a definitive answer lent credence to his intentions. "Tell me ze trus', for I haf' little interest in liars." He smiled broadly; oh how hard Buddingtonite would've rolled his eyes at that statement.
It's too bad the man would have nothing to do with him now.NovaCracker haha i like that - chupa crabra
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 1:21 pm
Strickenized If they weren't tense they'd probably both commiserate that Buddingtonite sucks it seems. PFFT. Massalia was quiet, letting the older man talk before thinking on his answer quietly. Magic? He could do magic? "I'd try to protect people. Chupacabra mostly hurt goats." Massalia said quietly. "They are not.. Kind." He didn't let on his inability to wqork out magic yet. He didn't know his, not.. Well. He wasn't sure of much, really. Just... Jump, kick, hit, punch. "I just want to protect people." He thought about Subra, his baby sister, mother, father-- screw Thomas. Ruben... Maybe though. "Don't want my family or friends to die. An' monsters hurt people.. Don't they?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 9:48 pm
The misanthropic lieutenant's gaze softened when he heard the boy's answer.
They are not kind.
Bischofite knew it proved worthless to probe the annals of his mind for some reason why such a simple statement resonated with him. Was it some wretched hiccup from his past, or did it bear relation to his subconscious somehow? Initially he considered it in reference to Serpentine, the algid commanding officer who treated him as one treats belligerent cattle in a slaughterhouse environment. Maybe that infinitesimally small spark lent him reason to not outright kill the boy, as he might've intended before.
Slender fingers probed the mouth to a storm drain, and he soon felt a remarkably long, thick sliver of wood hovering just above the drop. Tactile sensation informed him that it spanned half a foot in length, and its inflexibility suggested that it might've broken off a pallet full of landscaping sod or something of the like. Maybe Serpentine would've found it fitting that Bischofite intended to sculpt with scraps from gardening ventures. Perhaps more likely he would've scoffed at the frivolous sentiment and encouraged him to get on with it. To quit wasting time. To quit dawdling.
"Of course monsters hurt people. People hurt people too. People are monsters, just as monsters are people." With his final statement, Bischofite shifted his gaze toward the quiet boy. "And I don't like children who seek to murder fallen soldiers." The lieutenant's grip tightened around the pallet sliver. His free hand shot out to usurp the front of the boy's shirt, to pull him closer for the misanthrope's oppressive scrutiny. Still, his voice maintained a mild resolution rather than scathing hate. Rather, he smiled - and from that display of teeth came a light huff, almost a laugh. Almost an indication of the growing mirth he fostered for the situation. "I know zat it must be hard for you to understand zese sings from a monster's perspectif', but I can assist you wis' zat. I may no longer possess ze power necessary to reduce you to zat state in a more... conventional means, but I haf' creativity on my side.
"When I am done wis' you, boy, no one will recognize you as human anymore. And perhaps, you will learn to call ze Chupacabra as friend." With the splinter of wood poised to strike, he aimed to first drive it into the boy's cheek - disfiguration of the face was the first step toward donning the visage of a monster.NovaCracker lol, bischofite confirming that buddingtonite sucks holds multiple meanings - and mixed feelings. also notifying lizzy that she can drop in now!
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 5:20 pm
There was no rhyme or reason for it, but Iris had been out and patrolling. She had a cat on her shoulder for a short period, but said cat had located a dumpster and decided to go raiding the depths in an effort to find a snack. She had no idea as to what was going on between the Negaverse Agent and the chibi senshi as she passed the area. All she knew was the stance of an attacker ready to lunge at the prey. With a huge disgusted sigh, the blonde made her presence well known. "F*ck this sh*t..." With a rather swift bound, the eternal senshi had landed herself between attacking Negaverser and defending chibi senshi. She had an arm up and ready to defend against the wood. With a grin cracking onto her face, she mentioned "...so yer startin' this party without me... I feel so... insulted..." NovaCracker I am guessing it is your turn?
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 7:13 pm
Massalia tried bringing his hands up to defend, tried stepping back, tried moving and made a frightened noise, trying to work out if he could run and get away, eyes going wide in alarm at the weapon, and momentarily all he could think of was hiding once he did-- and then the eternal senshi jumped down. Daniel initially had hopes it was someone he knew, but in this instance the Chibi found himself with yet another new face, and all he could guess (despite language that would get his mouth washed out if he used it) was that he didn't know her. For a moment, all he wondered was how many senshi there really were, followed by a fear again. The Officer may attack them both, and he shivered, trying to move away, put space bnehind himself and Bischofite. This. Was. Terrifying.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 10:52 pm
"And I sought my accent is bad..." Bischofite's enthusiasm dimmed greatly upon the appearance of an unrecognized, pink and yellow senshi. Vulgar entrance notwithstanding, she commanded a moderately threatening presence due to her rank and height alone - the rest lost its flavor due to her undeniably gaudy uniform. But Bischofite knew no merit in dismissing a foe for visage alone; instead he sought to bury the makeshift stake in her veritably offered arm. He didn't expect success - given the gaping difference in their rank, one he knew well from prior experiences, the only likely outcome was retaliation in spades.
But who was he to turn down such an obvious invitation toward change?
"I'f never seen you before," he offered with a steadily spreading grin. "And I'f met a lot of senshi. Some strong, some not so, some driven, and ozzers easily swayed toward Chaos. So which are you, newcomer? Tell me. Gif' me your name, and I might desist from carving zis boy into a shoddy replica of a youma." Her eyes spoke of bright gold, of the sun and all its warmth shed over those unaware of its presence. And they spoke of scathing retribution, of searing, blistering repercussions.
He wondered if she'd burn him alive by night's end. An exciting thought, to be certain. Oh, how it would feel for his skin to sizzle and pop, to burst in browning, tattered bubbles where it once stretched smooth across his features. His body responded at once in both overwhelming fear and a modicum of inspiration - not only did the possibility rekindle his terror toward his previous experience of intentionally burning himself alive, but it sparked that same festering awe toward the change it might ignite.
And he just might've found a reason to pursue that boy perpetually.LizzyMoo even though you have quotes turned off Q_Q
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 10:02 pm
(Quotes turned off FOREVER cool ) The eternal senshi didn't move in the slightest as her arm was stabbed with the makeshift weapon. Despite whatever pain she felt, she still had her teeth in a snarling grin. With a throaty sound, she rather suddenly spat in the Negaverse agent's direction. "Ya talk too much..." All the bragging about his knowledge of senshi didn't really seem to impress her. It was overcompensating in her mind. She momentarily glanced over her shoulder and barked out a command to the chibi senshi "Distance yerself unless ya wanna get some blood on yer uniform!" That was the only warning she'd give the chibi senshi and the current opponent before she balled up a fist and rushed in. Considering the odd comment about making the kid into a youma, she found herself aiming for the Nega's nose. "Ya might wanna leave while yer still pretty, jackass!" was the scoffed warning as she easily prepared for another swing in his direction.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 9:08 am
Strickenized Alas! Quotrs. More for us though? Massalia didn't want to be a youma. Sure, he wasn't a looker, but he was also little and scared, and the Chibi Senshi stumbled back, looking up to Iris. "Yes'm." He spoke quietly. "Thankyou." And he ran, hoping the Officer didn't have pets to pursue and chase him, and the boy bolted, trying to get away, whimpering softly. He felt pathetic, but... no, no no no, this was Terrifying.
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