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 Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 12:15 pm
((Continuation of This I Swear By The Stars, Part 1)) "Son of a b***h..."
This was alright a pretty hectic night for him, and this wasn't quite as helpful as he thought it would be. Sarras, Page of the Cosmos, was thrown into a situation that he had told himself he was prepared for but as luck turned out, he was most definitely not. Moments ago, he was Daran Moreau, walking down the street with someone, or something, stalking him, and after being thrown through a store front window and causing who knows how much property damage (well within 20k, maybe more if these a antiques were worth as much as the shop owner thought they did), he had awakened to find himself in a hairy situation.
There was no time to think. There was no time to notice his chance in attire, only that whatever happened to him after grabbing the cup had given him increased strength, as this time he was actually able to stand his ground when the youma attacked him again. It opened its spiral jaws to chop down on that hand, but this time, Sarras went for a punch and had managed to stun it, far better than he had done before with his briefcase. And with power, came confidence, and now that he seemed capable of at least standing up to this monster, Sarras was going to beat this monstrosity down. He had no idea what it was, and he didn't care... no one attacked him! No one!
He was so focused on his fight with the youma that he could not sense the approach of someone else, someone far stronger than the monster he was having trouble with. All he could do was focus on the menace in front of him...
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 2:16 pm
Blond hair, petite, dressed in what some might call flashy, others outdated, and some others might call prim and proper Benitoite was someone who stood out without a doubt. He'd been out patrolling, as was fairly common for him, when he'd felt it. A low level knight in the area. The feeling of the youmas in the city mostly went unnoticed by him, too many in the city wandering about to think about them all, so he didn't sense the youma with the knight. he just sensed order and hopping of the roof top he walked with a slow sort of predatory confidence toward the energy signature. if they ran he could, and would, catch them.
It was when he turned a corner that he caught sight of a most interesting thing. A knight in a very, in his opinion, unflattering uniform and fighting a youma. The youma it seemed was having a bit of an issue with the aggressive knight and Benitoite decided to make his prescience known; at the very least.
It started as a clapping sound as he approached, drawing closer, but then he spoke up. "How nice to see a knight beating up a youma...." The words were calm, too sweet, and were they said with no honesty behind them? Yup. He was being sarcastic.
"You should be running now little knight." Making a motion for the other to shoo. The youma however was called to by the General. "Come, at my side." Like a master calling a pet.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 8:27 am
Pride ran deep in the Moreau family and Sarras was no different. He was a hunter and enjoyed a good fight, just as much as any other would, but this was something he wasn't prepared for and he was not happy to admit that he was almost legitimately worried for his life. Almost being the keyword here. No, there was still rage dictating his actions and that's what kept him fighting on, even when his only weapon appeared to be a small, clay cup, not yet glazed or tempered even. Every time the beast got close, he slammed a fist against its spiral snout, and by the time there was another man there, he had grabbed a broken shard of glass, long enough to be used as a dagger, and he had every intention of driving it into the monster's eyes if he had to.
He shot a brief look to the young man that had walked in on him and his fight, seeing only that he had blonde hair and was dressed rather extravagantly before turning his attention back to the monster. He had thought that him grabbing the dagger and swinging it around might have been what kept the beast from lunging at him, but he had a feeling it had a lot to do with the dark stranger. Even in his desperate struggle for survival, he couldn't ignore the sarcasm in that voice, and he snapped right back. "Yeah, well, when some creature stalks an' attacks you for no reason, I'd like to see you sit down and have a cup of tea with it! Tell me how THAT works for you!"
Who was this guy, and who the hell was he to be speaking down to him? He'd worry about that after he took care of the monster, but it seemed like he'd be dealing with that sooner rather than later. All it took was a single command from the blonde youth and the monster had obeyed, without fuss or a single moment of hesitation. And as angry and aggravated as he was, he was definitely grateful that he wouldn't be ripped to pieces, at least for the moment. Who knew what this person had in store for him?
"You... can control that thing?" Sarras lowered his arms but had not dropped either the cup or the shard of glass. Then he'd be completely disarmed, and he didn't trust this guy... there was something about him that rubbed Sarras the wrong way, though exactly what he couldn't be sure. Something felt... off. He had a feeling he should have left, but his curiosity dictated that he'd at least try to dig out some answers from this strange occurrence. "What the hell is that? And who are you, for that matter? This ain't your store, is it?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 10:31 am
A smile, and not an innocent one, drew itself across his features as he watched the other. Oh how amusing this was going to be; this one had attitude. His right arm remained down at his side while his left arm came up and across his chest, hand resting on his right elbow. A slight uptilting to his head, so he could look down on someone taller than himself, and blueish eyes were staring at him evenly.
"I don't seem to have the problem of monsters trying to kill me - do I? And I have no issue in it trying to kill what it's supposed to - knights." He stated far too gently, that smile being darker and more amused as he spoke. "In fact, I should order him to finish you right now but I am rather bored this evening and you have already proven to be entertaining. Perhaps you can continue to entertain me even though you'r not fighting for your life." The blond mused as he raised a delicate brow in the knights direction. The youma still at his side looking rather put out, it had wanted that knights starseed after all, but it didn't move from the Generals side.
"I can, as you saw, control him. As for what he is it's simple." A glance away from the knight as slate eyes moved down to his side where the youma remained, ever obedient to the blond, as his right hand lifted and moved to pet the creatures dark head. "This is a youma...what was once a person - a good long time ago. As for me." His left hand left it's place on his right elbow and raised up to give a vague gesture of some sort. "Benitoite, General Benitoite. And you dear knight?" He questioned now as he let his right hand settle on the youmas head.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 3:03 pm
Sarras didn't know this kid, either who or even what he was, but he knew when he was being looked down upon. Everything about this guy made him feel an urge to storm over to him and deck him right in his face, and yet, there was something that told him that it wasn't a good idea to even try. Call it intuition, or common sense, but punching someone that kept a vicious creature at bay seemed like it would have been a pretty a bad move in the long run. So, for now, Sarras had no choice but to grin and bear it, though there was no grinning here.
"Knights? What the hell are you talkin' about?" Sarras narrowed his crimson eyes, looking the younger man over and looking for anything that might have indicated that he was trying to pull his leg. Sarras enjoyed a good prank, even if they were turned against him, but this seemed much. Putting others lives in danger? Ruining someone's property? That was going far for a prank... When threatened to turn the beast back on him, he sneered. "No thanks, I think I have enough 'fun' for today, if it's all the same to you."
Though if the beast was set loose, he'd defend himself, simple as that. If this guy sought to attack him, he'd gladly drive the shard of glass in his chest, too. Like hell he'd be someone else's source of entertainment this evening, though had he took a good and long look at himself, he wouldn't have blamed anyone for openly mocking him. Be as it was, he dared not take his eyes off of this guy, not even for a second. Even when he introduced him to this 'youma', he kept his gaze on Benitoite as he took in his explanation, unable to mask the sense of dread growing within him. "Youma? Well... it certainly isn't human anymore, and you should probably keep this... youma... on a tighter leash next time. Won't do anyone any good if you let them run around like mad dogs, hurtin' innocent people and the likes. If you're not careful, someone's gonna put it down."
Not that Sarras would object to that. Benitoite said that the beast next to him was a human once, and even if he suspected the man of telling the truth, Sarras saw nothing human about it anymore. "General? What are you, some kind of military? I'm... Sarras, I think."
Why did he say that? It seemed natural and right... at the moment it did, anyway. "Sarras, Page of the Cosmos."
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 4:13 pm
"Are you so new that you don't know what you are?" Oh how this was amusing! The blond actually started to laugh as he kept his eyes trained on the other. Bright eyes and laughter falling from his lips as he choked out his next words. "You really are clueless! I always did wonder if your kind were just brought into this war and told nothing." Left to flounder on their own and learn as they went, and from those they met along the way. When the laughter finally died he straightened himself and that calm, serious, mask was back in place.
"You are a knight, simple as that. You are what I could have been had I not joined the right side of this war." Sneering as he shook his head once. "I'm glad I wasn't made into your kind." Oh, how glad he was that he had not become a knight. What would he have done if he wound up in a uniform like that?
"No, your right it's not human any longer. It once was though...and you should respect that which is far older than you." He stated calmly as he drew away from the youma's side and approached the knight. heels clicked gently and his coat, and cape, swayed behind him as he moved. "As for keeping the youma on a leash - I can't. They listen, if I'm there to give the order, but I can't give orders when I'm not around. They act on their own free will." Though that free will really only contained the will, and need, to attack people and feed, sleep perhaps, and roam about the city and the rift. They didn't do much at all honestly. "I also can't order one around if it's bonded to someone else." Shrugging his shoulders gently as he spoke and finally stopped, oh so close to the other, and stared at the other calmly.
His right hand raised to cover up the light laughter which bubbled forth as he smiled, hidden behind his hand. "Yes, I suppose the Negaverse is a good deal like the military. We are far more organized than your side. You may call me Benitoite, it's easier, and General is simply a rank not a name." Slate eyes twinkled from above his gloved hand, which finally fell away from his mouth. "Sarras...of Cosmos. I can see that. i have met another knight of Cosmos; a long time ago. Their uniform was similar."(I hope this is good.0
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 3:46 pm
Oh yes, he was definitely being mocked, and the longer Benitoite went on, the more he began to chisel away at Sarras' forced calm and professional demeanor. Now he was going straight into angry mode, and it showed with tightly knit brows and his neutral expression degrading into a scowl, but still, he kept his fists and the weapons in them at his side, though he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold himself back. Attacking this guy would have been stupid, but he was starting to get really angry...
At least he balanced out his mocking and teasing with some information, if it could even be taken at face value. It made the sting of his condescending tone a little easier to cope with... though not by much, considering he was then implying that the two of them were enemies. Something about his words rang truth, and he tried to envision the one that had approached him during the fight... was he a knight? Was he the one that passed the power onto him? He kept this to himself, as he scoffed in Benitoite's direction. "Right side? Look at you, all high and mighty... I suppose it's to make up for your height that you need to act like this. I think there may be a height requirement for my side and you're just a little sore that you didn't quite stack up."
Sarras cocked an eyebrow, looking down at the youma and back at the general, and there was genuine anger in his spat. "You're one to talk about respecting those older than you. What are you? Ten, eleven? Sorry, little General, but I see little reason to respect this creature, anymore than I'd respect a coyote or a hog. In fact, I'd say that these 'youma' should be treated as such a killed on sight manner, if they can't be tamed or put to good use. And if hunting down humans is considered good use, then perhaps you should really start questioning if you're on the 'right' side of this war."
He didn't like how close Benitoite was now, but at least he was within striking distance, should he try anything. But it also meant that Benitoite could act against him, and anyone with the rank of General was likely out of his league... he didn't know much or anything at all about this war, but he suspected that much. "I'll call you whatever I feel like, and so long as we're on opposing ends, you'll be General. Or Little General, if you want to keep this attitude up."
The mention of uniform finally made Sarras look down at himself, and what he saw absolutely repulsed him. What was this? White with pastel pinks and violets?! Puffed out sleeves and pants with rather slimming pants? He had to stop his little spat with the Negaverse general and he looked for either a large enough shard of glass or a mirror to look at himself. There was an old fashioned full body mirror not too far away, and what Sarras saw made him pale...
"Oh dear lord... I'm a cream puff!"Sleet Tempest Snape Don't mind his freak out. The Moreau are a very vain bunch.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 5:04 pm
Perhaps it was a habit, and just who he was, but he did belittle others and mock them all the while giving information as he went. He never gave anything away that was critical, at least not in his opinion, but he always did give some information. It wasn't to teach them or anything so nice but it was part of him mocking them - always. Even now as he watched the poorly dressed knight before him.
"At least my side has an age requirement. We don't have pre-teens fighting for us. Ask those on your side, the senshi, what age requirement they have. You'll find amongst their ranks children who still sleep with nightlights and stuffed animals. I do hope you have a way with children and don't mind babysitting some members of your side." He sneered and seemed utterly disgusted with the idea of children fighting, and he was. It was a horrid thing and yet the side of order brought children into the war. "My lack of height does not bother me...I can still kill you with ease. I don't worry over such a trivial thing." Waving his hand in a dismissive manner. He knew he was short, always would be, and it didn't bother him. He had the nickname, in his family, of Tink for a reason and honestly it didn't bother him. He'd grown to accept it.
"Mmmm...ten or eleven...no. As I said my side has an age requirement. We don't bring children into a war. I'm nineteen." More than most senshi or knights knew. He never, to his remembrance, gave out his age. Well, there was a first time for everything. He was giving up a small tidbit of information about him. His age wasn't much though as he figured it. Just an idea of how old the person this knight was trading verbal blows with, that he was either in college or should be, and wasn't old enough to drink but old enough to vote.
A glance to the youma and a smile was bestowed upon it even, he did still have a soft spot for the creatures which lived in the Rift and roamed the city. "They use energy and starseeds for the same reason we eat food - to survive and sustain themselves.They can no longer consume food as we do. It's a shame the price of a starseed is it's owners life...but they are like animals, even like people, and do as they must to survive. After all some humans have eaten other people in order to survive. It's similar I believe." He spoke calmly, as if giving some sort of a lesson and perhaps he was. He might be on the 'wrong side' in the knights opinion but he was no stupid person, although his reasoning for things might be a bit...off. "Are those people considered animals because of what they did to survive? By some yes...but by others the actions are justified, understood, and accepted. Think of it in similar manner if you wish."
It seemed the knight had not noticed his outfit before? How could he not? He must have noticed his clothing had changed and yet he hadn't looked? Hadn't been curious? This was certainly laughable, and laugh he did, as he watched the Knights facial expressions with amusement clearly dancing about his fair features. "Indeed, you do. It would seem, based on the other one from the Cosmos I met, that all those from there are destined to be cream puffs - I do hope you enjoy." he stated with an amused smile flashed at the other. "I believe your stuck with that look...unless of course you change sides. I assure you that whatever uniform you gained by joining the Negaverse would be better than that]/i]."
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 11:30 am
Benitoite was definitely being the better man in the situation here and on a normal day Sarras would have been ashamed of himself for allowing a teenager get the better of him in any situation. And yet, today was anything but a normal day, and while Benitoite was being kind enough to offer him some good insight and details about this strange new world that opened up to him, he was simply too consumed in his appearance to really take all of it in. It was rude, he knew that, but... he just couldn't look away at the train wreck of a uniform he found himself in. It took much of his willpower to look back at Benitoite's reflection, though his own reflection and all of its pastel-rainbow glory would continue to draw his gaze back to it. "What... are you going on about? Preteens? Children?"
He was willing to believe a lot about what Benitoite told him and maybe hours from now he'd comprehend everything, but right now, it was all too new, too different, and Sarras wasn't used to such a change. He tried to think on what Benitoite was telling him and what he heard, he didn't like. Children soldiers? Children had no place on the battlefield, nor did teenagers. Who the hell brought children into war? As shocked as he was about his appearance, he couldn't help but find himself seething at the very notion. His threat didn't help matters. "Yeah, and tell me, would you kill children and preteens with ease? You bring up the morality in inducting children into war, but whose the bigger monster in that situation? The one that enlists children or the one that kills them?"
To Sarras, both were just as bad, but that wasn't his problem. He sure as hell didn't enlist children to fight for him... was that what was expected of him? To fight? Looking at the youma that remained obedient gave him that impression and he listened to the general carry on about it, as though he respected the creature, or pitied it. Maybe they were once human, but Sarras saw nothing remaining in that beastly form, neither in its appearance nor its action. His time stalking deer and other woodland creatures left him unimpressed, and he was quick to shake his head. "Yeah, but there's something about humans eating one another to survive. There's a conscious, a remorse that they feel or should feel, even when they know it was the only option. I seriously doubt this thing would have felt an ounce of pity if it ate me... or consumed my starseed, or anyone else's. It's a monster, an animal, and you're deluding yourself into thinkin' otherwise, Benitoite. What's to stop this thing from targeting a child next time? Or an elderly person that can't defend himself? You'd really pick that animal over them? You're like one of those crazy pet parents... maybe worse."
Maybe he had the general pegged wrong and he was welcome to try and dissuade him. Maybe these youma didn't target children and he was only further showing off his ignorance. However, this was his first day on the job, so he was sure he was allotted a few moments... he was just beginning to wonder if they'd be his last. He suspected that Benitoite could have easily killed him or left him in the jaws of that youma, but he was sparing him, and Sarras knew the dangers of looking a gift horse in the mouth, but he couldn't help but wonder why. Of course, the general became clear with his intentions, and the Cosmos page finally turned away from the mirror, listening to his offer and throwing back a question, one that he knew was loaded and likely to land him in some trouble. "Yeah, but at what cost? What would I have to give up... tell me that, General Benitoite. I'm sure there's a cost."
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 11:57 am
Well, it seemed his mentioning of the chibi senshi had pulled the other away from looking over his uniform; at least to a point. The other really seemed horrified, and upset, with the uniform he'd been bestowed - he would be too. Whoever issued the other side their uniforms had a sick sense of humor, or was out to kill most of the senshi in the winter due to the cold and skimpy uniforms they wore. Watching the knights reaction, he seemed upset and surprised, he tilted his head a bit to the side.
"me, personally? I've only encountered two such senshi. One i tried to put into a garbage can in order to keep them from trying to fight me - it failed. They bit me and threw rocks and stones at me. I lifted not a finger against them. The other spoke to me and he wished to meet again and have cookies. I have no intentions of harming them - they are innocents who should not be involved in this war. The fact that they are is a horror which should not be. The guardian cats who have brought them in - I wish to kill. To bring children into a war...to expose them to death and fighting is an abomination." His words were strong, serious, and sincere. he disliked it with every fiber of his being. he wouldn't kill or harm a little senshi, no matter what. he'd take rocks and stones being thrown at him rather than raise a hand against one of them.
"I cannot speak for others, as I am not them, but I've just told you my personal stance on them. I am not such a monster that I would harm, much less kill, a child who was dragged into a war." Those cats however he would love to kill, maybe find some use for their bodies even.
"But both, those who would harm or kill them and the ones who bring them in are equal to me. The children need to be dealt with but not in such a manner, in my opinion, I would rather see them brought off the battlefield and ignored as much as possible." Teleport them somewhere and leave them there, ignore them, whatever but he didn't like the idea of harming them. This was certainly no place for them; seeing as it really shouldn't be a place for teenagers.
"No, you are right." A glance to the youma before he tilted his head a bit. "You can go, just do not return here." An order given to the youma before he turned to the knight again. "They do not care nor feel pity or guilt. However, I perhaps feel more for a youma than most would because I know a person who became one...by my own hand, in an action of mine gone horribly wrong. So perhaps it is because of that and the respect I already had for them, due to the ancient past, that has me feeling more for them than most would." He spoke as calmly as he could, his voice wavering when he spoke of that incident so long ago.
"I have also seen youma, in their home, serving drinks and playing music. They are no longer human and are monsters but some seem to have retained just a little bit and are capable of speech."
The other was smart with that question. Nothing ever came without a price and he smiled at the other, a kind and honest sort of smile, as he approached slowly. "Their is a price for everything. With corruption, with gaining rank and power, their comes some pain to each of us. I remember each time someones hand entered my chest and I gained more power. Beyond that there is no price to most of us. For you, being a knight already, a steeper price." Reaching the knights side he reached up and tapped his head gently with a gloved hand. "Some of your memories. It would seem that those who change sides, even if we go to your side, some memories are lost. Be they of your civilian life or of your powered life they are lost, entirely, but not everything is lost..one side I believe remains. But it was smart to ask, some would not." He whispered from the others side. It was, for some, a steep price that they would never wish to pay.
Looking into the mirror he looked at the knight and himself, side by side, and gave a half smile. The same and yet on opposite sides. He could have been a knight and the other could have been an officer, they could still become the other.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 3:01 pm
Hearing of Benitoite's personal encounters with the young soldiers was a bit of a relief to the new Cosmos page, though there was still a bit of skepticism within him. Not that it was completely directed against him, but more or less of other officers and then of course the possibility of how far he would be willing to go in restraining himself if his side continued to push. The best option, obviously, was to keep the young soldiers away from him... a task easier said than done of course, but that meant that he'd have to believe him when he said they his side recruited children into their army. And that did legitimately bother him... it meant that whatever side he was pulled into was losing, or desperate, or downright cruel. He was better on the former, though.
Only cruel person on his side to his knowledge was the one that put him in this ridiculous attire.
"True, though that seems like something you'd have to take up with one of them, not the little ones. If I see any running around, I'll tell them to steer clear of you," Sarras said, uncertain of what else to say. He agreed with him that children had no place on the battlefield, but he didn't recruit children. He was just pulled into this on a whim! Maybe once he ran into one he'd get a better opinion on the matter, but he knew better than to take Benitoite's statement as ultimate truth. Sarras was no fool... there was more to this war than himself and Benitoite. He was grateful when Benitoite called the youma off though he had a feeling the beast would simply take out its desire to feed on someone else... maybe someone else less fortunate than him. But there was nothing he could do about it- if he struck down the youma, then Benitoite would, in turn, strike him down, and he knew better than to think he'd stand a chance against a general. He didn't know much about this, but he had a feeling he wouldn't last more than a minute against this one. For now, he simply watched the beast leave, as he listened to what the general had to say.
"By your own hand...?" Sarras didn't want to appear insensitive, but his curiousity refused to be silenced. He didn't want to push the topic, but what he gathered from that small bit was painting a troubling picture in his head. Youmas were formerly human, he knew. Youma were old, he knew that as well. And from what Benitoite said, they could still be made... that was more troubling to him than children being lured into combat, and Sarras could not ignore the sense of unease in his gut. This man felt pity for them because he claimed to have a hand in the birth of one? It was unsettling, but Sarras did not wish to push the issue. It seemed too personal a topic, especially for two people who had just met. Instead he tried to lure his focus to the other aspects of the youma, the ones that served drinks, played music and could apparently speak, and he scratched his chin as he addressed the matter. "Interesting... I'd have to see it to believe it, but still, anything that actively preys on people is trouble."
In all honesty he was surprised Benitoite was being so open with him, though Sarras was still taking things with a grain of salt. He could have simply been using 'honesty' to lure him over, but he couldn't blame him if that was the case. After all, salesmen did it all the time, so who was to say that Benitoite wasn't doing the same? Benitoite drew close and Sarras held his ground, keeping his crimson gaze set firmly on him and watching every movement with a sense of tension brewing within him. He openly called it corruption, and the idea of losing memories was definitely unsettling, but he could also see it to be a good selling point. 'Got troubles, erase them all and join the Negaverse!'
He crossed his arms and kept himself facing forward, even as Benitoite observed themselves in the mirror. By now the youma was gone and it was just the two of them, but that didn't immediately make things any easier. "It's a steep price, but I'd imagine if worded right, you'd get a few troubled individuals signin' up. Might be useful to someone wanting to start over..." He wasn't sure where his mind was going with this, but he figured he might as well ask, in case something else big happened and his life was whisked away on another confusing roller coaster. "But answer me this... why do you call it corruption? Why not something with a more positive connotation, if you feel that your side is the correct one in this?"
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 11:02 pm
"No need to warn the children to stay clear of me, I wouldn't harm them. I would remove them from the area to the best of my ability. My issue is the cats and those who don't protect those little ones or get them back home." Those who supported them in what they did and even encouraged it, as he was sure some did. There were too many senshi around to say that not a single one didn't encourage or support the little chibi senshi. The odds were simply in the favor of some doing such things.
"Yes, by my own hand. A terrible mistake was made under duress and it's not something which can be taken back, no clocks hands to be turned back. He is as he is now and no longer a civilian nor a normal officer." And it bothered him. He had gotten over it to a large degree but he would never fully get over it, how could he? He had questioned himself and the chaos he possessed, as well as chaos itself, right after it. He had walked around like some wraith or shell of himself as he'd felt so hollow and empty. Everything had felt dull and just so far away from him, even if it was right in front of him. He could remember it all so clearly and he wondered if ever the memory of what had happened in the Rift would dull from his mind; and he hoped it never did. He didn't deserve such kindness to be bestowed upon him. He should always remember what he had done and what had taken place; he just hoped he remember Johnathan and Bazzite as clearly. He didn't want those memories to fade and only be left with the youma memories.
"It is not something we do...I was punished for my actions, although my punishment could never measure to the self instituted punishment I bestowed upon myself." The Negaverse did not go about making youma, though did Osumilite have one that he'd made? That camera man of his who looked like a leper? Yes...that was rather gross. he wondered how the man could have made himself a youma. As curious as it was he didn't plan to go and ask the older man - ever. He doubted it had gone like the incident with himself and Bazzite though. Had the other gotten in trouble for it? He doubted it but maybe he had. Thoughts for another time he supposed, or maybe never, and pushed them aside. "If I could show you I would but youma re not fans of senshi or knights, even the senshi who have joined our side. They seem to have a dislike for certain sorts of people." He spoke, not at all trying to be insulting, as he glanced up and over at the other.
"Making a youma isn't hard..it doesn't take much. I suppose you don't know how a person is brought into the Negaverse." Tapping a foot he tilted his head a bit before looking back to the window in front of them both, observing their reflections. I can corrupt someone but I cannot bring a knight or a senshi to our side, it takes more than I have, but it is the same concept and also it is how a youma is made in part. We all have starseeds, or a soul really, even civilians. Inside our chests." bringing his hand to his own he let his gloved hand rest there as he continued. "We can slip our hand inside a persons chest, not something you or senshi can do, and take hold of it. Now to bring someone to chaos you just push the energy into it...it's like forcing the energy from me into the other person and directing it from my hand into their starseed. It would be the same to bring someone from your side to mine. With creating a youma though the starseed shatters in this process. Too much energy is pumped into their starseed and it cracks and shatters under the power. Only the highest of our ranks can promote a person, a someone of my rank cannot do so, should I try...the starseed will also shatter." Just like Bazzite's. His words choked on this part before trailing off.
"It is but isn't there a price for everything? Even to be brought into the Negaverse brings great pain which is repeated with each promotion. It's beyond anything I'd ever felt, blinding, and you don't even know if your screaming or not. It blanks your mind, chases all thoughts away with it's intensity. But it's all over then and you have power running through you. You can feel the power I have - just focus on it. If you haven't felt me yet just focus. You'll be able to feel the chaos and the strength to it." Shifting his weight he stood there at the others side. Thus far he hadn't attacked him, didn't look like he would even, as he rather informed and educated this knight. It wasn't something he normally did, or would do, but here he was doing just that.
"You also lose your family and friends by changing sides. You get a new identity and a start over. It can be very attractive to some people, those who want to forget things...to run away from things." A new and fresh start. How could some people not find it attractive. The horror though was if you remembered your family and they didn't recognize you walking right by them on the street or some such. There was a downside to it all.
"Chaos is not considered good generally and it does have a darker feel to it, as I'm sure you can feel from me. Your side is called order and is considered good. but tell me this...is order a good thing? Can order not become too good, become too orderly and turn on itself? Or turn against everything not the same? Both sides, in my opinion, are equally dark and light. We just happen to be chaotic and corruption just fits, at least in my mind. Why call bringing people from our side to yours purification?" When order could become bad, such as he'd heard about kidnapping and torture of the past.
"Why do people consider black the color of evil and white the color of good? We label things and those labels stick and are picked up by people. it's the only real answer I can give - it's a generally accepted thing." Shrugging his shoulders as his hand dropped, finally, from his chest.
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 7:04 am
Sarras had little to add to that conversation now. In all honesty the idea of children getting dragged into a fight bothered him but at the same time, if they could be used as a valuable asset, then maybe his side was simply not using them as well as they should have been. How many more were like Benitoite and wouldn't strike down a child? How many could be exploited like that? It was certainly something to think on, assuming this all wasn't some elaborate fever dream. So for now, he simply replied with a solemn nod of understanding.
The revelation of Benitoite's act was far more interesting a topic for him, even if he wasn't quite sure he understood entirely. He understood that Benitoite had turned someone into a youma, one of those beasts, like the one that had just attacked him though this one seemed capable of speech, thoughts, feelings. It was certainly distressing to hear such a confession, and he had a feeling that everything that the general was telling him was truth. He felt sympathy for the young man. It was clearly an accident, but still... to turn one of your own into a monster? It certainly painted an unsavory picture of the Negaverse as a whole in his mind... "Sorry for bringin' up a sore topic. I'm not going to even pretend that I have any idea how that feels..."
Though, perhaps he did. In the past few months, he had watched his brother's mental health deteriorate... every time he thought he was getting better, something else happened. Something else dragged him under and he was finding himself at his wits end... perhaps that was where he sympathesized with Benitoite the most. Though the question was... how far would he be willing to go to help his brother, and what would that entail? Would he like the end results? Would it be worth it... even if it meant changing who he was?
He considered the offer to meet Bazzite for only a second before immediately rejecting, though he made sure to be as polite about it as he could. "No thanks. I've had my share of youma for the evening with that one... I'm sure our paths will cross and I'll do my best to make sure I don't bring up any, uh... touch topics. Assumin' he doesn't just go straight for the kill- in which case, I'm gonna defend myself. No hard feelin's, Benitoite."
Feeling pity for the creature wouldn't save him from being decked in the face if it meant saving his life, or another's. He was sure that Benitoite would understand that he wasn't going to just roll over and surrender if either he or another member of his Negaverse struck at him, so he didn't go into too much detail. He listened intently on Benitoite's explanation and couldn't deny that he felt his chest constricting with the thought of having to endure such a process. In that brief moment, he learned so much more about this war than he thought possible, and it was all too much to soak in on one sitting. But he was grateful... had Benitoite not been there and assuming he had managed to survive that youma's onslaught, just how much more lost was Sarras going to be? Benitoite asked him to focus, and he tried. What he felt was potent, cold... bitter but no doubt powerful, and it was something that he was certain he'd have no problem remembering in the future. Nor would he forget Benitoite's lesson, and how... easily something like this could have been so tempting for someone who was suffering like his brother had. How easy it would be to escape whatever ailed him by making that kind of change. His brother was never one to resist temptation, and that honestly troubled him. Considering he was certain now that this war had some impact on his brother, perhaps even his family, this bothered him immensely.
"Hm... you raise a point. I suppose to the purist on your side that switching sides to Order would be corruption, in a way. Still..." He scratched his chin, not liking yet... finding himself intrigued at the same time. This wasn't his cup of tea, but he'd be lying if he wasn't interested. "I'm not sure when that stereotype started. I'm not philosopher, nor will I ever be. Which I guess puts me in an awkward position."
Should he ask about his brother? Should he mention the event that left his brother's store destroyed and led his family down a dark path? Would it been foolish of him to think that Benitoite would have the answer? While in those, the signet ring that had been resting on his finger this entire time unnoticed began to flash, but Sarras paid little mind to it. Should he ask?
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 12:09 pm
"It is ok, I have had the topic brought up against my wishes. So this was my choice and I can handle that." To bring it up of his own choosing was one thing, he could handle that, but he'd had it brought up when he was ill prepared, when it was still too new, and in his own home even. No, he still felt strongly about the whole thing but at least it was his choice right now. If he made the choice he knew he could handle it and hold onto his emotions, at least to a degree. He wasn't going to break down nor was he going to shut down.
"Of course, and there are only a few things which would upset Bazzite." Never mind the fact that if Bazzite became upset and wished to kill the knight he could stop him, easily, Bazzite wouldn't like it, wanting to get a starseed to eat and take out another member of order, but he could still stop him if he wished to. "I understand defending yourself. but if I'm with Bazzite I will insure he isn't killed, just know that. Defending ones self and killing are two separate matters." And being bonded as he was to Bazzite he would be keeping the other alive. He could, even now, feel the bond he had with the youma whom had once been a Captain and friend. He knew that if he wished he could easily summon him and in moments have the youma by his side with buzzing wings and all. He should summon him later tonight so they could spend some time together; yes, that was a perfect idea.
He knew he had given the other a lot of information, he had dealt with it all also, it was something he did with those few he had brought in as well. There was a lot to learn and he disliked sending them out knowing little to nothing, it left them vulnerable and clueless. he wasn't the sort of person who would be so cruel as to radically change someones life and then leave them with as little information as he'd seen some with. He liked to give them everything he could even at the risk of overloading them, at least they had the information. He knew the poor knight must be suffering from some form of information overload as well, with everything he had said so far, but he wasn't aiming to coddle either.
"Yes, but not even that. There have been senshi who kidnapped members of my side, before I was an agent, and tortured them. I did hear of this at a meeting once. So as good." For the last word he did a set of air quotes. "claim to be they have members who have taken goodness to the point where it becomes tainted and bad. Anything, good or bad, can become so extreme that it becomes the other." Though it was more possible with good. "Your side can become as dark as they accuse and claim my side to be. I do not say it because many are like that but because history can repeat itself and because where there were members like that there are still some who will go to that extreme - who will take their supposed goodness to the point where it is no longer good. What happens if good starts to judge everything not as good as them as dark?" He questioned just saying what was on his mind. How long till good turned around and attacked it's own finding anything lesser, even while still good, to not be good enough and thus dark?
Laughing he shook his head. "I apologize for getting off on a tangent. But I suppose what I said does make sense and could always happen - though I find in this war that a great many things can happen. So while normally the chances would be low, and it wouldn't even make sense, that such things could always happen now. So perhaps I'm warning to watch things and that while your side is titled good...it can always become too good." Being turned into a cat or going to space being just two of those things. "But I'm no philosopher either, just someone who's seen and done a lot." Shrugging his shoulders he tilted his head a bit.
Turning, so his back faced the reflection of himself he stepped back till he could press his back to his reflections back. Slate eyes focused on the knight in front of him. "Have you anything to ask? I may be able to answer. I know very little on order but I could perhaps answer or help clear up some things. Of course I cannot tell certain things, that would not be good, but I can tell other things. Or have I broken your brain already?"
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 5:29 pm
Sarras admired the young general for being able to discuss what was obviously a difficult matter, and yet, it also made him feel even more bitter. For one so young to be able to come to terms with personal tragedy and grow from it, while his brother locked himself away and hid behind a plethora of masks like a child. Either Richard was just weak (a strong possibility), this general’s ordeals had hardened him and made him all the stronger (again, a strong possibility), or what caused Richard to hide away was bigger than he could imagine. He was betting on the first two, though… “You’re a tough one, Benitoite. Which probably makes you a nightmare to those on my side…”
His side? He had not met a single person from his side, so it just felt weird to refer to what could very well be non-existent people as ‘his side’. That’ll take some getting used to…
“Sounds reasonable to me,” Sarras said in regards to their little pact. “After all, this is war, and if you’re given orders to kill me, then that’s that, right? If you’re military-based, I don’t think sayin’ ‘I don’t wanna’ is gonna cut it with your higher ups. So long as we have an agreement that if you try to kill me, I’ll fight back and I won’t hold back. I don’t expect you to hold back either…”
And given what Benitoite just told him about the senshi of his side partaking in kidnap and torture, no, he was certainly NOT expecting any member of the Negaverse to hold back when there’d be another confrontation. Yes, another, because like hell Sarras was going to stay out of this. Now that he was dragged in, he’d fight, and while it was troubling to hear of things like his side supposedly endorsing some dirty tactics, he was fairly suspicious that the Negaverse wasn’t completely honorable and noble as well. Any organization that controlled monsters and set them loose on the general public weren’t the heroes… an-heroes, but not the knights in shining armor. He wanted to say ’all’s fair in love and war’ but that would have been too callous, even for him. Instead, he let out a sigh, before settling with something a little less blunt. “So basically what you’re tellin’ me is that this war is pretty much like every other war that’s ever been fought and that there really isn’t a clear cut ‘good guy’. That’s disappointing to hear, but you raise a good point. And no worries about the tangent. You simply remind me of a certain talkative person I know… so I’m used to it.”
He did offer a chuckle about the broken brain bit, but before Sarras could really think of anything, he finally noted the flashing of the signet ring, and he looked down at it, asking aloud, “Okay, here’s a question. Why the hell is this thing glowin’?”
And then, vertigo, and when he looked up, Benitoite wasn’t there. Or perhaps he wasn’t where Benitoite was… yes, that made much more sense, as when he looked around, he found himself standing among many other costumed characters…
“Out of the fryin’ pan, into the fire…?”Sleet Tempest Snape I’m going to have him be magically abducted by the Code for the Knight ORP now, if that's okay?
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