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 Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2014 9:09 pm
He knew the warning well - hand delivered, between Kairatos and Hvergelmir both. They'll make an example out of you, he said. They're idiots, she said. Yet, for as much as the creature could deduce, they bothered so little with factual evidence to bolster their stark statements. Hearsay, a tool often used by the Dark Kingdom itself, found ill ground within him. He knew no reason to avoid the pair.
Rather, he knew every reason to approach them - to see for himself this pair of curiosities so red-stark against the white of the moon.
They killed people, he said.
Seek them out if you like, she said.
Cold derision still burned in his chest, licked at his throat from Kairatos' repeated insults and seething contempt. He knew no true reason to seek the pair beyond curiosity mixed with a fascination toward brushes with death. When asked of himself, he could not answer with certainty whether this was a passive suicide attempt. Really, he figured, it never mattered. The creature yet darted from buildings cut like spires into the sky, only rarely teleporting when he could not bridge the gap. He knew the waste of energy, the conservation of it having been so drilled into his mind from a full month spent beyond Negaverse care.
Castor, the Senshi of Frost and his brother Pollux, he said.
They wear senshi uniforms each in navy blue, she said.
The night itself felt beleaguered - tepid with the breath of fall, yet dimmed beneath the flood plague of light pollution over the city. Perhaps superstition spread that light warded away the youma, and with every extra floodlamp purchased, the stars grew dimmer to the naked eye. A visual cacophony, he thought, as he paused momentarily to look skyward. Seeing nothing more than the moon glaring down with its own brand of quiet disgust, he continued the search - a mere six hours into hunting down the purported pair.
Finally he knew the swath of auric energy across his nerves, readily identified as eternal of the White Moon. Many knew that same strength, and lately Bischofite gritted his teeth in seeking each out for identification - the last few having taken so unkindly to his presence. And as he drew closer to the parapet, his higher vantage gave ample visual of the one sporting a pair of white wings and navy blue tracing his uniform. Blonde hair - not white, as Hvergelmir mentioned.
He chanced it.
A spatial shift left him at the edge of the building, beyond conversational distance from the man yet deliberately within his sights. "Senshi," he called, though he remained where he stood. "Are you Castor or Pollux? If not, do you know who zey are?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 9:53 pm
Since their little sideshow, Castor and Pollux had been making pointed appearances. Flickering in and out of their forms like lights. Never lingering unless they sought to leave behind nothing but dark red stains. Their kill count was rising, and so was the excitement of the sea monsters on Pollux's world. Body disposals sure, but they were now a little too friendly in the senshi of Frost's opinion. Sea monsters of his world could wait however, as Pollux was currently busy trying to track down an old contact. Prostitute or not, criminals and society's forsaken often were bedfellows of the common sort. Yet of course, things were never easy, the arrival of what looked like a monster trapped in human skin approaching. And speaking to him no less. An interesting turn of events to say the least. "Creature." He replied, fingers touching cold brick to gauge how well his attacks would hold up pending the temperature of the air and surrounding materials. "I am half of the Dioskouri. Frost. What business do you have with me?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 9:26 am
What a pretentious manner of speech. I can only hope I don't sound so overblown to others. Bischofite left a pause in the air, studying the man's movements while he gauged a response. Thus far, he offered no intent to kill or maim, but Bischofite long ago discerned that magic varied too vastly for the scope of human imagination; he accepted to constantly be on edge, for he could not predict the manner of magical manifestation. He knew this man's sphere, yet not how it functioned.
Still, the speaker never identified as Castor or Pollux.
"I heard tell zat you and your ozzer half murdered a few members of ze Dark Kingdom. I do not know ze context of it, nor ze intent. However, I was told to avoid you - zat ze pair of you would kill me, and..." Bischofite drew an audible breath, cocking his head back slightly while he fanned his fingers out in pomp for the phrase. "'Make an example of me'. A curious prospect. You can kill me if you like, as zere is no guarantee zat any of ze White Moon may find a way to purify me, but I am interested in ze motivations behind your prior act. I want to know if you see genocide of officers as ze only means to attain victory against Chaos, or if you find it of benefit to work wis' an officer to strike at its core."
Metalia started without soldiers, which Alkaid never explicitly voiced, yet was inherent in her telling of our thousand year history. Without knowing the manner at which she secured the first of our kind, there's no reason to believe that murdering the lot of our populace would dispel the pall of Chaos over this rock.
"Castor and Pollux are making a name for zemselfs, I imagine," he started as he slowly approached the blonde, fingers steepled into a display over his sash. "Murdering officers... Frightening members of ze knighthood... Behaving in a manner indicatif' of possibly hallucinating about one's past. I want to know how far you would go in zis endeavor."
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 10:09 am
Pollux was half tempted to simply call his brother and have the royal kill the talking youma. Youma were supposed to be dull and inhuman. This one was not. This one had intelligence and seemed capable of complex thought. It was alarming and concerning all at once. "We have always been murdering members of the negaverse." He said pointedly. They were no kingdom, they were nothing more than a military styled force used by Chaos. "And why shouldn't we kill you? You're not human, not anymore. The best we could do is offer you the mercy of death. There is no way to purify your ilk without killing you. Besides, one must desire to be purified lest the one attempting it wishes to die in the act." Walking in slow measured steps, Pollux kept his gaze on the youma, yet didn't ignore the other flickers of energies. He knew little, but he knew enough of what a humanized youma would mean. " A single genocide for genocides committed. It isn't so much about victory as it is revenge. The removal of an infestation really. Chaos will always exist, yet the balance is horribly maintained. Senshi shouldn't exist here yet we do, for lack of other viable options. Chaos should not have the grasp it does on earth, yet here we are. There is no core to strike at, no core to remove." He smiled, yet it was void of anything but passing amusement. "If the white moon thinks they can take on Metallia as they are they're more the fools than we had anticipated. As for working with officers I'd be more curious why they would bargain with order and what they'd hope to gain." He eyed the wings, the claws. This youma was capable of very complex thought. Pollux's smile didn't waiver. "My brother has always made a name for himself. I get swept along the ride. Murdering those who'd rape and kill. Telling knights that they are weak and foolish to blind themselves to the reality of their fates, suffering from PTSD and being forced to relive your own death dozens upon dozens of times-" He sighed. "We want our war youma. We want our worlds back, and since we cannot, we will remove your kind from this one."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 10:27 am
Bischofite snorted at the declaration of youma. "I am not entirely youma. I am ze fusion of two," he splayed out two claws for visual demonstration, "individuals. One, a youma - Malicious was her name. Ze ozzer, Alois or Bischofite. While Malicious warped my body, she could not influence my mind - not as a youma eternally subservient to an officer. She was my youma, and now she exists as an extension of my body.
"An extension I didn't want." He lowered his hands to their earlier position, gaze settled on Pollux a moment longer.
"Chaos is ubiquitous, ze law of entropy. However, Metallia's Chaos exists in semantics alone. I am a being of Chaos, yet one fettered to her rule. I hold little respect for ze Negaverse and its carefully maintained veil of ignorance. As Alkaid explained it, Metallia chooses her General-Sovereigns as, essentially, mous'pieces to dictate her rule. As she selects zem herself, zeir rule over each branch of ze Negaverse and zeir means of operating it are already accepted and sanctioned by Metallia - if they are not simply bodily hosts for her influence. Zis is not a fate I want - not ze fate I haf' been striving for. In chaos exists freedom, ze ability to navigate outside social constraints and ordered structure. Yet..."
He spread claws wide again, gesturing to the whole of their surroundings. "You will find no officer among us steeped in freedom. Each is bound neatly to ze propaganda and carefully set duties to illustrate a false sense of progress and development. I do not want to be a part of zat model, but it's taken me zis long to discover it.
"Too long."
He breathed a sigh, pressing palms together while he rubbed them absently. So I will behave as a Being of Chaos - and I will demonstrate what it means to be such. "I'f already tried purification by conventional means - it is somesing I desired, still desire, but impossible given my... Current condition. So now, my goal is a simple one - to do as much damage to ze regime I so despise until zey find it wholly necessary to eliminate me as an aggressor. My reward is inherent in ze bargain.
"So remof'e my kind from zis one. I will assist, whezzer bidden or not."
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 11:31 am
"You are not human. You are a youma. A monster. If it comforts you to try and deny that reality so be it." Pollux had no patience for arguing over how a creature felt. Human fusion or not, it was not human any longer. "Though I hope you do grasp the irony- by being even part youma, you are in the eyes of your leaders subject to her rule. You bow on her command. Her command over your kind is absolute." Ice blue eyes bore into the once officer. "Or is that untrue?" He wanted answers, and this was an opportunity to get them. "You speak of things that I would have previously thought incapable of a youma. Perhaps a testament to how well your mind is preserved for now. Complex though, problem solving. Impressive. I don't mean to be patronizing, I just am impressed, given my previous understanding of youma." Keeping his distance, Pollux looked around. Felt the air. Alone. Nothing. It was almost too perfect. "The negaverse has been from it's conception, a tool for which Metallia to use. If you wish to be free of her rule, you must remove her forces first. Aiming for her will not save those under her thumb. It will not enlighten nor free them from her will and grasp. Too many knights and senshi think purification is the answer, yet they fail to grasp how dangerous that line of thought is. Too many think that Metallia is the source. She is merely an avatar, someone who manipulates the forces of to her will and desires. She is a goal, a thing to remove. But firstly we must rid her of her pawns. If you desire the same and would want to help us-" He offered a hand. "-what would you do to prove that?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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