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 Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 7:42 am
Content Warning - MutilationQuote: Backdated to an indeterminate time between present and Dystopian Future
Each senshi, so powered for the sake of their planet, for the people claimed as lovers, brothers, daughters, still littered the streets like flecks of trash after a brewing storm. Each turn offered yet another burst of auric energy, another senshi so intent on staking their own claim on the town. Lately, he realized, he couldn't bring himself to extrapolate what their motives were - it simply didn't matter anymore. The hate seethed within him, an impetus to convert or eradicate all creatures of the cosmos not yet allied with Metallia.
And so the creature walked, shambled, through the streets with a thick wake of tar to enunciate his passing. He afforded no interest when drivers found their car tires stuck in the thick material, nor did he offer much notice when a pedestrian found themselves irrevocably cemented into it. Destiny City now knew a plague of tar, a perpetual war of their own until the dregs of senshi and knight struggled no further. It was as Metallia wished - a world wholly her own, a universe so steeped in chaos that every last star grew black from her vast touch.
He smiled at the thought, until he felt his face crack a measure.
Another auric burst of senshi peeled across his senses, setting him into the routine formed for their presence. Abandoning his walk on the streets, Bischofite teleported atop the roof of a blossoming candy business to ascertain a better view. With their whites so bright against the darkness, they managed no stealth; spotting one amongst his domain of night felt all too easy. And surely enough, he spotted one lingering by a fallen ally - and the body clothed in their alien attire signified its life. The one who yet lived wore a fair smattering of black despite their kind's apparent allergy to such attire, while the one she stood near sported pastel rainbows and stars.
The creature hummed thoughtfully while he approached, offering no notice when the tips of his bone fingered wings scraped across the lip of the building. He teleported beyond gaps between ledges rather than chancing the jump; his climb in rank offered a heavier burden at his back that he hadn't quite adjusted to. When he drew thick lines of black to the lip of the last building before the pair, Bischofite paused in a fleck of his newly-returning personality. "You," he started, with a taloned gesture toward the white shrouded in black, "I will offer you a choice: convert or die. Don't dally now, or I'll pick for you."Saint Sergio so sorry that took so long! inventory is finally over so things should calm down a bit. let me know if i should change anything!
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 9:39 am
Night was completely unsafe and a lot of Senshi didn't venture out alone anymore. Even she didn't like it, and she was Discord. Battle hardened eyes narrowed as she skirted through the dark, keeping her steps light so her footsteps wouldn't echo through the alleyways where youma tended to hide. Despite the balance starting to tip, Eris was going to complete her orders. She was going to get the Queen back on the throne. She was single minded in her mission, nothing was going to deter her, nothing was going to make her stop. She'd fought Corrupt Senshi, Dark Mirror Senshi, Negaverse agents, and youma and still the pull of corruption didn't hit her. She never was going to let that darkness in her heart. She would rather die. It seemed, however, as a huge amount of energy seemed to come out of nowhere, she might have to make that choice. This might be her last night alive. Eris turned, dark eyes looking at the man with the bone fingered wings offered her a choice. There was no delay with him, no attack. He wanted to corrupt Senshi, bring them over to his side. A snarl appeared on almost child like features as the Senshi of Discord jumped back. Eris landed in a crouch, a hand on the ground in front of her, the other fisted at her side. He literally seemed to materialize there, she hadn't expected him. Without a word, the small Senshi rushed forward, jumping up and aiming a fist at his face, wanting to land a strike.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2014 9:21 pm
Her response offered little surprise; most reacted similarly. Inwardly he hoped for a change in pace - a reaction unforeseen, a retort memorable enough to recall at a future date. A spark of fire still burning brightly, somewhere beyond brute dedication. Alas, this one neglected to offer such charms.
Eternal senshi still offered a considerable challenge to one not yet adjusted to the cumbersome weight of bone wings. A portion of him urged another teleport, utilizing the seemingly infinite brim of energy housed in his decaying body, yet he opted to attempt sidestepping. While he hoped she struck the thick of tar, the sudden jerk backward confirmed that her fist struck bone instead. He reeled marginally, but not before a clawed hand newly thick with tar struck out toward her. As always, he aimed for the face - the moment his viscous power clogged sight or respiration, he secured an upper hand with his enemy.
However, the movement left him marginally off-balance - he struggled to compensate for the counterweight at his back, ever loaded with tar for his own personal use.
Somehow the burden of such powers seemed to wholly neuter the boons from possessing it.
"Ever silent, senshi, like ze dead."
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 6:28 am
She hadn't expected that hand to aim at her face. Most struck at her with a fist, not a hand that was covered in thick, black tar. So he managed to grip her face and her vision was blocked, the smell was choking her a bit and she struggled to put her hands on his wrist, wanting to get it off of her as soon as she possibly could. What was he? Her fist ached like she'd struck something solid instead of skin. She had landed a punch. Before she got in this mess she'd seen him coil back, saw him wobble. Maybe if she squirmed enough... Her legs went flying, trying to kick at the man, his wings, legs, waist, anywhere that would get her free of this choking stench that felt hot and heavy. Her stomach was recoiling the smell and feel. It was literally making her skin crawl and goosebumps worked their way along her arms and legs. She still wasn't going to say anything, right now for fear of losing lunch, but she didn't want any of that in her mouth.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 3:53 pm
The strike to thick, youmafied carapace encrusted to his chest pushed the air from his lungs temporarily, but such an endeavor was quickly reversed. His grip tightened until she reverted to a cornered animal, lashing out toward any modicum of flesh that she might yet reach. A few of her kicks struck uselessly at his tattered coat, or grazed the thick tar that dripped from the bottom of his wings. Another attempt struck the very base of a long bone finger, a jarringly painful sensation that gave him slight pause. Gritting his teeth, he weathered the strike until she managed to lash out more consistently while she mapped what she knew beyond sight. Finally tired of the painful onslaught, the creature wrenched her to the side hard enough to snap the tar that spanned between his hand and her face.
Rounding on her, Bischofite considered her a moment before taking action. She adheres to soldier's rules - nothing to say to those deemed her enemy. No response to taunts, no matter the derision inherent in them. There is determination in that - and she has no reservations toward fighting those above her in power. Conversely, she's not yet attempted to contact backup, though what remains of their forces is questionable at best. I wonder... Is she truly so revolted at the prospect of the Negaverse? If words will not reach her...
Bischofite sought to entrap the senshi by pinning her to the ground - by seating himself atop her chest and pinning her hands to the floor with the help of his knees. He found no reason to worry for kicking, as she would only incur further tar over her body. "Tell me, child - are you so revolted by my existence zat you find yourself too choked to speak? Or do you find me so beneas' your ideals zat you consider it praise for me to know your insults? Speak, or know furzer suffering." As he finished, a long finger of his wing extended to the very edge of his reach when encumbered by tar, poising just above her eye.Saint Sergio hope dis be ok~ can edit if needed
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 8:57 am
She wanted to scream as that tar choked her senses and rendered her about as useless as a hissing, sightless kitten. Why didn't she call for back up? Because you don't want their help. Don't want them getting hurt too.Mentally Eris winced at the words that echoed through her head and then she went to the side, and there was a sudden rush of air as the tar snapped and dripped off of her. The cough that left her caused her to retch dryly, trying to get herself to her feet but she was dizzy. Dizzy and stumbling every time she thought she'd steadied herself. She was on her knees just when she got to her feet. All of a sudden she was pinned to the ground and a heavy weight settled on top of her. That smell was back but the warm tar wasn't on her face again. This time the small senshi screamed. She thrashed her arms, herself, trying to buck him off, trying to overpower him, maybe catch him by surprise. When that proved fruitless, Eris's legs came up, tried to wrap around his throat to throw him away but his tar soaked wings stopped her from doing that. She cringed and then stilled herself as she saw that finger just above her eye. She stared at it, swallowing, trying to find some form of words for a response to the words she barely heard. A part of her just wanted to remain quiet. Wanted her to not give him the pleasure of listening to her voice even once more than a scream that she couldn't swallow down. Who needed two eyes anyway? So, she didn't speak. She just closed her eyes and turned her head away from that long finger. If she were lucky, he wouldn't take her sight. It was just a threat, a hollow, empty threat. Eris's luck didn't seem to go that way, however.
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2014 8:49 pm
Bischofite drew out the silence to a full minute in awaiting her response. During this time, his expression never faltered - quietly cold, a frigid stoicism that settled beyond the paint and mask. His gaze never left the darkened coals of her eyes, waiting for the defiance to give way to capitulation.
It never did.
Slowly he drew a breath before venturing down a short story in mellow tones. "... Long ago I spoke wis' an old friend on ze nature of Chaos. Hvergelmir, her name was, a Cosmos knight so entrenched in ze idea zat she could dispel a war wis' words alone. What I told her, at ze time, sounded more a curse zan praise towards ze organization I'f served for many years now. You see, Senshi, she inquired of Chaos and its interests in seeking out zose recruits it stole away over ze years - children from broken homes, recently returned veterans, docile citizens pursuing vapid business ventures... All met wis' chaos to produce an officer wis' some measure of merit. What I told her was a simple explanation, one zat I can proof' to you tonight, if you're so inclined to impress me wis' your silence.
"What I told her was zis: Chaos repurposes everysing."
The long tine of his wing drove downward, meeting little resistance in its forceful strike directly into her eye socket. A burble of fluid erupted therein, coating the bottom of the elongated finger, though he paid it little heed; soon enough, tar dribbled down the length of bone to cauterize what remained of the irreparable injury.
"Chaos takes a shine to ze broken and ze damaged, Senshi. And now... You count for ze latter." A smile broke his stoic countenance while the lengthened talons of his hands slipped beyond the boundaries of cloth and skin, of flesh and bone. Deep within the core of her being they sank, toward the repulsive warmth stemming toward her starseed.
"Worry not, Senshi. We will all grow strong from ze broken parts. An eye grafted from our Youma should suffice for compensation. Soon you'll find zat sings are better zis way."
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 9:43 am
Why was this man still talking? Was he even a man anymore? He was so decayed and tared that Eris wasn't even sure what to call him. She listened and squirmed more, trying her damnedest to get out of this situation, to escape and run away with as little injury as possible but it seemed Bischofite was having none of that. She screamed. Her eye popped with a sickening noise and the pain that came with the raw nerves and the tar cauterizing her now empty eye socket, Eris was crying and screaming. She couldn't hear herself. Everything around her seemed to have gone muted. Her cries would be completely unheard by any other senshi. The Senshi if Discord couldn't, couldn't bring them into this now. Her stupid pride got the better of her in this situation. Laying there, convulsing in pain and a mess of tears, blood and tar, Eris was at his every whim and she knew it. A pain unlike any other, including the fresh pain of her missing eye, caused her to scream out in more pain. She tensed and just screamed until her voice was gone, her throat raw. Her starseed! He was going to eat her starseed! Words fell on deaf ears, so she had no idea what he had in store for her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 10:52 am
Her ceaseless convulsions offered complication to the careful act of corruption, and for a moment he toyed with the idea of simply ripping the starseed free momentarily to cease her flailing. When her last veritable jerk nearly wrenched her arm free from his knee, Bischofite set his teeth in frustration and finally wrenched the gem free from her chest. A relieved sigh came when the body immediately went inert, giving him time to reposition himself as a better means to nullify her movements.
During the short span of time, he tore away a strip of crimson sash from his waist and wove the fabric around her wrists, both tying a solid knot and sealing the strip to her skin with some of the copious tar stemming from his wings. With the truss complete, he returned the starseed to her body and used the groggy, early moments of awakening to finish his intended work.
His hand lingered beyond her flesh and bone, elongated fingers coiled about the starseed. "You will blot the sun from the sky for me, Senshi. You will bury all zeir stars in ze gound for me. Zat is your first, and only, order." Afterward he channeled the deep and blackened power of Metallia, the very core of their collective existence, in a thick pulse that pooled down his arm as searing flame. With every nerve alight in agony, between the both of them, he administered the pure power known as a dispensation of Metallia into the soul of the girl, thus immersing the whole of the seed in a chaos so stark that it literally shattered the skin over her heart into a dark hole around his arm.
Soon the white fabrics comprising her uniform capitulated to the flow of chaos, and they, too, adopted the very shade that lingered between the stars. Her bodice now mirrored the night sky absent her brethren, while her hair grew to lengths both unconscionable and impossible.
And he liked her better this way.
After releasing her starseed, the exhaustion fresh through his body, he withdrew his hand to trace so delicately the skin surrounding the tarred hole where her eye sat moments before. "Consider zis your indoctrination to ze Negaverse, Senshi. Do you remember your name?" He hadn't yet moved from straddling the top of her - nor had he any intentions until he could properly evaluate her current loyalties.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 11:05 am
She was as still as death without being cold and stiff as her starseed was jerked from her chest. Her body limp, head rolling to one side as her one eye just stared at the world unseeing. Her boy was positioned and moved, tied down and arranged so she couldn't escape while he did his work. Even as she changed, as the life came back to her the same light to her eye did not. The glimmer of hope that Order could overthrow Chaos and the balance would be tipped again was gone. The whispered words lingered in her head somewhat and for a long moment the new Corrupted Senshi didn't speak. Her memories were trying to come back but for some reason she couldn't figure out they weren't coming to her. Panic nearly bubbled under her usually calm demeanor and she twitched, finally, blinking her eye and then looked up at the man situated over her, just as he pulled his hand away. The touch to her skin didn't even register right now. Her throat hurt, her body ached so horribly and she was just in so much pain Eris was finding herself wishing to go back to the unseeing, unfeeling blackness. Her hair was just as black as the bodice and skirt that seeped with Chaos. It looked better for the Discord Senshi. In the haze of pain, she heard him ask for a name and her one eye focused on him again before nodding. "....Eris.. Discord." Her voice was cracked and broken, hoarse from screaming and twinged with pain. The twitches she gave now weren't because of an attempt at escaping, but because she was in pain and uncomfortable. ".....Who're you...?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 11:31 am
Obedient. They'll appreciate that. Bischofite watched her for a time afterward, offering no response while h surveyed her motions, her slow return to the reality that she never fully recognized. The startled confusion stemming from a corruption drew his attentions wholly, almost fanatically, as he tried to deduce what might remain of the person within. It was a game he won purely by chance - a game he relished for its sheer difficulty and propensity to fail.
"Bischofite," he intoned in response. "Generalkönig Bischofite. I am your superior, Eris." Finally he stood, relinquishing to her control of her own body. A taloned hand extended toward the injured girl, should she choose to accept help. "You may address me as Bischofite, for I haf' no lof'e of titles and zeir overblown nature. You will find zat we'll often work as equals, despite ze difference in rank." Provided you prove yourself capable of trust - of devotion to the cause I just forced within your body. "Zere are... A few concerns we must address." He paused, surveying the setting around them as if finally fully aware of its presence.
"Ze first is simple - what do you remember of your life prior to zis moment? You'f been... adrift for so long, now, zat I expect zere will be some gaps in your recollection. I want to know where zey lie, and how we might fill zem to better improf'e your life in ze Negaverse.
"Ze second is... more complicated. It can wait, for now, until you receif' medical attention for your eye. What becomes of it now is a choice placed in your hands, as ze Negaverse sports a... Unique repertoire of remedies for such injuries. Come, Eris, we haf' much to discuss once you recover a margin from your turbulent drafting." Afterward he folded his wings to his back, obscuring the last remnants of the viscous fluid that yet clung to the bottom of a wing bone. Soon enough the tar overtook it, coating in black all that gleamed bone white beneath the dismal starlight pressed upon the pair.
He offered her a smile, all teeth as it was.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 11:47 am
The words were making sense just in a delayed effect, like they were physically wading through the fog that was still in her mind. Bischofite. That name was... not really recognizable. Nothing really was seeming familiar. She looked upwards to her hands, brows knitting tightly before she winced and groaned out. Swallowing was hard, blinking was hard. Everything was not coming easily to her and it was starting to really annoy her. Her breaths started picking up the more she realized that he was still talking. Medical attention. That was the main thing she focused on. That could mean no pain, little pain, and possible more explanations of what happened to her, especially if Bischofite was the one who took her to a medic or a hospital. ".....I.. remember my parents... I remember my... schools and I was sent to Japan for a few years.." But she couldn't remember anything about her powered life until now. She knew she was a Senshi, but she couldn't remember who she fought for, what she fought for. No allies came to mind, no friends. Her mind was drawing a complete blank and it showed on her face. Her eye glazed over as the feeling of emptiness bubbled up. That... was a big part of her wasn't it? So why didn't she remember. "....Nothing else." Words were chosen slowly, the shortest words so she didn't have to talk too much and strain herself even more. The toothy smile caused her to look at him again and she hissed and whimpered, swallowing as she tried to sit up. "It hurts. Everything does..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 12:15 pm
So she retains mostly civilian memory. That bodes well. With no prior recollection of allies or friends among this war, there's a lesser chance of treason - roughly the same as any officer native to our side. Senshi as she is... If we can ascend her, she will prove her worth to our side. I only wonder how much pushing and prodding it might take to achieve those kinds of results.
"It's supposed to hurt, Eris. In pain lies freedom." He eyed her with a clinical coldness, surveying the damage wrought over the course of their short stint of battle. She endured better than some, but the eye needed attention immediately. Surely the tar assisted in cauterization, but... To leave it there beckoned infection, or sepsis. What good was an ally newly recruited if they succumbed to wounds soon after? You will need care, and sympathy. You'll need those that might cement themselves as your friends, though that is a role I cannot claim for myself. The hospital should alleviate the injuries, and afterward... She needs peers. Persephone could do as a motherly figure, as she has in the past, but for peers...
Schörl lacks a certain measure of trust for my taste. I need someone simple, someone safe that won't overwhelm her faculties when so fresh from corruption. Perhaps others of her kind. Alkaid, then? Ate? And officers to teach her the difference as well... Ones relatively tolerant of corrupted senshi.
I'll look into it while she's incapacitated at the hospital. If nothing else, Zinkenite is good for his personnel files.
"Brace yourself, Eris - ze first time is always ze hardest." He offered no explanation of the matter before he usurped her hand, warm and soft in the presence of skin warped by youmafication. Afterward the pair dissipated entirely from the rooftop, a spatial shift rendering them entirely nonexistent for a fraction of a second before they materialized at a location far away, a hospital wholly beneath the control of the Negaverse.Saint Sergio fin? transition to post-op rp?
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