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 Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 8:19 pm
Patrolling was usually a pretty mundane task; these days it was more routine than it should have been. Go out, pick a path, fight a youma if you found one, go home.
Tonight, though, things were different. Newgrange had never felt so many Order signatures gathered in one area without something big going down, though since no one had invited him, it made him wonder what he was missing.
It also made him wonder if approaching the cluster of Order signatures would make him an unwanted guest, however his curiosity got the best of him and after lingering on the outskirts for a brief while, he finally decided to just suck it up and investigate. If something was going on, he didn't want to be left in the dark. He had kicked himself too many times in the past to allow it again; if something was going on, he wanted to at least know. There was no point in powering up if he wasn't going to make an effort to be involved in this war. They were bigger as a group than he could ever hope to be as just one person, but for almost the entire duration of his powered life, he had stuck to himself, always finding some excuse.
But that needed to end.
Maybe all those nightmares were driving him to get involved. Just thinking about them made him restless and even now, thinking about them made him pick up his pace. The two order signatures approaching him almost went unnoticed until he saw movement in front of him and if he hadn't suddenly had his interest piqued again, he might have taken a moment to mentally berate himself for his absentmindedness. Instead, he waved to the two girls in what he figured to be a friendly enough greeting. "Hey," he greeted when he was close enough that he wasn't outright just shouting at them. "Evening," he continued—and then got right to the point. "Is there a party over there, or something…going on?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 8:59 pm
Megrez had allowed Penthesilea to drag her out like a broken doll; she merely shambled along behind the War senshi, trying to catch a wink of sleep in between steps somehow. A new Order aura tingled at the edges of her senses, and that woke her up a bit. When the source of the aura called out, she perked up and waved at him in return. "Hi," she said back. Her face wrinkled up when Newgrange got down to brass tacks. "No, not a party. Castor declared war on the Negaverse and he left a lot of dead people around. Lots of people came to look around, but they kinda just sat around and complained and yelled at me when I tried to get some sense into them. Well, they're leaving now. I think even that ninny and that shithead are leaving now." The ninny and shithead corresponded to Hvergelmir and Chaldene, of course. "We're going home now. Maybe you should go home too, because there's going to be a lot of fighting to do very soon." Megrez's tone remained in that childlike, lilting way from before that made her sound as if she was floating away inside, which in a way she was.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 7:10 pm
Penthe was not expecting to run into someone else, but then, of course there were others coming. She had so far refused to let go of Megrez's arm, purely out of worry for the other red-haired Senshi. She let out a small frustrated exhale when they ran into Newgrange, but oh well.
"She's got the long an' short of it. We left 'fore it turned into full-on battle. Don't need t'be punchin' our own when it's damned likely that Chaos'll be here soon. Any onea those dead culda called for help 'fore they went down." Her accent ran thicker, even, than usual, with stress and exhaustion. "It was damned terrible. Blood everywhere. Senseless, really, an' that's comin' from me." Not that who she was would mean much at all to this Knight.
"I'm Penthesilea. This is Megrez. You?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 12:26 am
'Castor' was not a name Newgrange immediately recognized, and his face might have shown the lack of familiarity, and if not that at least, it fully displayed how unhappy he was with the rest of the message. Declaring war…leaving dead…
Newgrange was happy he hadn't gotten any closer, because dead was not something he wanted to deal with—and it certainly wasn't something he thought others should be gathering around. It took a bit longer to fully understand what the girls were saying—or maybe it was just that Megrez seemed so young and as his mind was running circles around the new information, Penthesilia's accent had him fighting to understand.
"Newgrange," he introduced slowly, not out of cautiousness, but because it was all he could think to do to keep from spewing a wave of questions at the girls. Usually he was one to beat around the bush, but this was not an instance where he felt he could afford to. He might have been powered for a while now, but his rank certainly didn't show it; he didn't like to admit when he didn't know something, but this was important. "I don't know who Castor is, I've never heard of him. He's declared war on the Negaverse—what, killed some of them for show?"
The thought was enough to make him uncomfortable; he might not have had the best experiences with agents, but killing wasn't…
Killing wasn't what the good guys were supposed to do.
But there was too much that he didn't know, and he wasn't one to deliver judgment without understanding the situation.
"I'm afraid I'm not understanding the message he was trying to deliver…Isn't that the sort of thing that'll get police involved?"
Or entice the Negaverse into a vendetta?
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 1:38 pm
"Senseless?" Megrez shot Penthesilea a Look, though she didn't entirely disagree. She had said herself multiple times that a little more rhyme or reason should have been employed. "If they start fighting each other, then they're all idiots," she grumbled. "Castor is a Prince," Megrez said in an attempt to explain him to Newgrange. Her face remained sour as he went on, though. "He was trying to get everyone to start taking action. He probably did want to draw the Negaverse out, but... I think the real point was to show that people have to step up and start doing things. I don't know why so many people didn't like the idea of actually making a move in this war. It's not like our fukus and powers are just for show. We have to use them." Towards the end she had started to ramble, though it was less deliberate and more words tumbling out of her mouth from fatigue.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 10:44 pm
Penthe just sort of quirked an eyebrow at Megrez. There was no pretending that anything the brothers had done came with even the slightest lick of logic - it was a dramatic show by two dramatic, unstable people.
"Castor ain't all there, I don't think," Penthe said, and just thinking about watching him have that terrible flashback sent a chill down her spine. It was obvious that it had been from his past life - and she had been so aggressively digging into hers, and felt so connected to Evadne - it was easy to see herself becoming that, too. Half in the present and half in the past. "So I ain't sure the whole thing had much of a point. Aside from 'lookit what we can do.'" She sounded so deeply, distinctly unimpressed. And with something that once upon a time, she might have done herself.
(She had done it herself, she thought guiltily, thinking of tossing Tantalus's broken body at Damocles. Stupid. She'd been so stupid.)
"If they wanted t'agitate people, they did it," she said bitterly. "You're lucky for missin' it. I wish I had. I ain't opposed to killin' the enemy where they stand, but a buncha Lieutenants splattered all 'cross a warehouse just...it's cruel, 's what it is. Cruel an' unnecessary, an' you're right, likely t'involve the po-po which I think exactly nobody wants. De'pouille.*"*what a mess, basically
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2014 12:08 pm
Newgrange was usually slow to make up his mind about someone, especially when he had never even met them, but this Castor fellow sounded like he was someone he didn't want to meet. While he could justify some of what he knew of the man's actions, or at least intent, he was unable to find himself wanting to align himself with the man.
Like Penthe had said, he didn't seem all there. And if he was a Prince, if he was powerful and not all there...it was a bad combination, and people were already dead. Newgrange wanted the fighting to stop, and while he was optimistic, he was not delusional. People died in war. But the Negaverse held within its ranks those of varying degrees of Chaos. Those Lieutenants may have done bad things, but without knowing them or their crimes, he couldn't know that they deserved such harshness.
"I am glad I wasn't there," he said; he glanced at where the girls had come from and wondered if it was too late to say his piece, but he doubted his words would mean anything--and he didn't want to butt heads with a prince.
"It sounds like Castor's made quote the statement, but I imagine it will have brought him allies and enemies the same. I hope he doesn't...continue this. Getting he police involved is only going to make it harder for everyone to power up and keep Chaos off the streets, but..."
He looked between the two girls and asked, "Are you all right? Seeing something like that..."
He had never killed, nor seen a dead body. Movies, history books, that was one thing. But in person? The thought of seeing someone dead, in person, made his stomach churn.
Sami-Fire I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THIS TAKING SO LONG ;;
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 3:58 pm
Megrez's face remained in a pout. She was in no state to admit to herself that Castor wasn't all there, even though she had seen him flashback right then and there, and she still held that there was a point to the grisly show. "Oh, he's got enemies, all right, if the way a bunch of people freaked out was any indication. I think there was even some girl who threw up. I think the ninny even said she'd be willing to fight against him. That'd be a match. And by a match I mean she'd get torn to bits before she even opened her mouth." Newgrange's question confused Megrez. Why wouldn't she be all right? Sure, her feathers were quite ruffled from the way people had reacted to the situation and to her, but now that it was over, why wouldn't she be okay? She knew what she had to do. She had to step up and do her duty. "Um, yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 9:38 pm
Penthe nodded. There was no way this could possibly end well for any of them, not if the Negaverse retaliated or the police were called or any of the thousand ways this could go entirely wrong.
"'S stupid. Last thing we need t'be doin' is fightin' each other. I'd be surprised if th' Negaverse didn't try t'take their pound'a flesh back for this, an' we'll all be on their hitlist." She didn't think they'd care about specifics of who did or didn't support it, because slaughter only begat more slaughter.
"I'm fine. Ain't th'first mangled corpe I've seen, ain't gonna be th'last."Sami-Fire i am so sorry guys ;____;
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 3:12 pm
The girls were so calm with all of this; Newgrange wasn't sure how to respond. He'd certainly never seen a mangled corpse and wasn't sure he wanted to know what type of life these two were living if they were so unfazed.
"…I was just asking because," he hesitated and nearly shrugged to brush the topic off, but he just couldn’t. He drew in a breath and continued a bit stronger, "Because that seems like the sort of thing that could set someone off. Give you nightmares, mess you up. If you're both fine then I'm happy to hear that, but otherwise…It's not something anyone should be dealing with on their own if they weren't prepared for it."
Of course, he realized now that he wasn't prepared for it, and seeing both of these women so casual about everything made him wonder if he was even cut out for this war. If they already had this much control over things…was he ever going to fit in? Was there some lesson he needed to take? Because right now…
Newgrange seemed to deflate at the concept; it wasn't a foreign thought that he was severely unprepared for everything, but the thought of death just unnerved him.
"—But I suppose I should thank you ladies. I'm very grateful for the information. If you're both certain you're all right, I won't keep pestering you with my worry." He laughed hesitantly; he knew he was a worrywart. "I suppose you've both got plenty to do, I don't want to keep you for too long. It was wonderful to meet you, though."
He tried to sound pleasant; he was happy to meet more people on the good side, who seemed to know what they were doing.
He just wasn't sure if he fit in with them.
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