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 Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 9:34 am
Merlinite was out and about tonight, after meeting up with Camelot and spending some time talking to his new found mentor. It made him feel comfortable and on target, being reassured that he was doing the right thing and, more than that, told that he would be supported.
He was patrolling, or what passed for it these days, but very carefully.
It was a fine line between helping and endangering, and he did not want what he was, his aura and the chaos inside him, to bring more trouble to a senshi or knight than he did help. He knew that the Negaverse would be looking for him, and if they weren't, they would at least be curious about what he was up to. If it became common knowledge within the Negaverse that he was playing support for the White Moon, it would put anyone he helped in danger.
Merlinite kept his guard up, sensing for auras and trying to only head toward the White Moon ones. Which was, of course, trouble in itself as most would just assume he was a nightmare come to life, and attack him. He'd already experienced that, and he was not a fan. He just had to hope he could get a few words out before any real fighting began.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 11:05 am
Warhol had been heading back to her house; it was a bit late, and what her parents didn't know wouldn't hurt them. She'd concoct some lie about meeting up with a classmate, which probably wasn't a lie in and of itself; she'd? Seen classmates around? It was just that Sailor Warhol had no reason to talk to them. She wasn't sure she'd want to, anyways; the 'so hey I'm a magical soldier of justice and not just a shitty student' would probably be a terrible icebreaker. But then -- but then she felt it. There wasn't quite a word for the aura Warhol sensed, really; she couldn't describe it, except for the fact it felt even more sick and twisted than the usual chaos. Not particularly in an aggressive way, more like the aura that should be there had been - overlaid. Eaten up. What would have been the smart thing to do was to go in with her attack at the ready: but there was always the chance this individual wouldn't be violent. She didn't want to hurt someone who didn't move to hurt her first. It wouldn't be nice. So, not even too bothered about the idea, Sailor Warhol crept over the rooftops and sat herself down on the edge of one, legs kicking in the night breeze. If it -- probably he, almost always he -- was coming this way like it seemed...well, he'd find her one way or another.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 11:48 am
Merlinite felt the aura approaching him, looking around for the source of it. It did not take him too long to spot the senshi up at the top of a nearby building. He spread his wing, stretching a bit in preparation for the climb.
Though, climbing was definitely a lot easier now than it once had been.
Moving to the wall, he leaped at it and clung to the side, using his clawed hands, and foot, to his advantage. He easily hauled himself up its side, tail swinging behind him for balance. It was a short effort, and soon enough he was perched on the corner of the rooftop, crouched down on his legs, arms on his knees.
He watched her for a moment, not sure how she was going to react to him, but definitely not wanting to make an aggressive move.
"Hello."
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 1:00 pm
Warhol startled at Merlinite's aura with a sudden jolt - up close it felt even worse, really, and keeping her eyes closed to focus on sensing wasn't helping it any. So she turned her head to look over her shoulder, reasonably levelheaded; there was a brief moment of surprise, but she swallowed it. If he wanted to attack -- he likely would have done it while she wasn't looking. "...hi. What happened to you? Your aura is -" and at that, Warhol picked up her legs, turning to sit on top of the rooftop instead of dangling partway off it - "it's...wrong. I mean, you have the dragon stuff, but...your aura feels like it's infected. It's really hard to explain. You don't want to kill me, right? I'd just like to make sure." For a girl with baby fat still on her cheeks, the delivery of the statement was almost terrifyingly blasé.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 7:37 pm
The half youma watched her, his tail flicking behind him. It was sort of a mixture of a dog and a cat's tail, in that it meant different things for each movement it made, but even Merlinite was still learning just what each one meant.
He also was trying to learn how to control it. It was like just showing ones emotions on their face, with no effort to conceal them, and he liked to think he had more tact than that.
That was what he hoped, anyway.
"I'm part youma," he said, understanding how strange he must have felt to her senses. He could not really feel it, for himself, but he had been told a couple of times that others felt the same way. It had to be caused by how far his starseed had been corrupted. It made everything twisted, even his aura, as well as his body.
"I don't want to kill you, no. If I can avoid it, I don't want to kill anyone. Uh. My aura is all messed up because a Negaverse general put too much chaos into my starseed, and made me... part General, part monster. But I'm not... one of those bad monsters, I guess? If that's a thing."
He offered her a lopsided, fangy smile.
"I wanted to be a good guy, so I'm still trying to be. I promise. Don't dust me, and I won't hurt you." He lifted his claws up in the air in a show of innocence. He had no weapons with him, after all, and nothing up his sleeves. Though he didn't really have need for either of those things any more. Weapons or sleeves.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 8:21 pm
"I don't want to hurt you," Warhol stated firmly, nodding to prove her point and walking forward to extend a hand. "I just wanted to make sure, since most Negaverse members I meet..." there was an uncomfortable pause, and she smiled awkwardly - "well, most of them don't like me very much. But I don't patrol a lot, lately. I did...something I don't really want to do again." She tried not to watch Merlinite's tail; would that be rude if she did? ...It probably indicated feelings or something, didn't it? Yeah, that was probably rude. "Every time I hear about the Negaverse it just sounds more and more awful, though...and your aura does feel really weird, it's just." Warhol gestured with her hands, kind of trying to find a word and failing. "It has the normal darkness and stuff, but it's like someone superglued Dragon onto it, or something? It kind of clashes. I don't know, I'm not really good at sensing auras." The mention of dusting, however, made her perk up. "...wait, can you be dusted like normal youma? That sounds...really unsafe. I mean, they're monsters, right? And you're still kind of human." Lithiasaur i'll take 'warhol trying to awkwardly sidestep around the fact she murdered a lieutenant' for 200, terry
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 3:48 pm
Merlinite offered her his hand, which was less a hand and more a dragon claw, but still. He could carefully shake her hand if he made sure not to let his sharp claws get in the way. It was a very ginger effort, but he managed it without slicing her palm open.
"I know the feeling," he said, though if he meant doing something he didn't want to do, or just being unliked by the powered people he met, he did not really clarify. Truthfully, he knew both of those feelings all too well, and was trying to make up for both of them. It seemed too late now, but maybe a youma could prove himself worth saving.
He was not going to give in to chaos, not any more.
"To be honest I'm not sure what happens to me if someone tries to kill me. If I get dusted or if I just... you know. Die like the human side of me would. Either way, I don't really want to test it, you know? I just want to... do what I can to help the white moon now, since I failed at joining when I had the chance. The less dusting of me there is in that, the better."
It was really something he would only be able to test once, as far as he knew, so it was not really in the cards. He would treat it like he had when he was human, and just do his best to not die.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 7:16 pm
Warhol shook the claw-hand about as politely as she was capable, which was fairly politely, and she'd have been rather offended if anyone implied otherwise. It was a light shake, but she feared that anything more forceful would run the risk of slicing her hand open and she really really didn't have to explain that to her parents. "...but can't you just power down and they won't find you? I'm sure your family is worried." Her face was genuine and plaintive, like the teenager she was. "I mean, I've done some bad things, but you - you didn't try to kill me. That's worth a lot to me." Warhol smiled. "If everyone had manners, maybe things would go better, right?" Her tone was ambiguous: perhaps telling the truth, perhaps sarcasm; but she didn't much seem the type for the latter. "So what kind of awful things have you done, mister? I deal in Moods -" the emphasis was just a lilt, but clear and there - "and I don't know, maybe I can be some sort of...weird confessional."
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 7:47 pm
Merlinite looked hesitant for a moment, then shook his head.
"Ah, no, I can't power down any more. This is all I am now. I mean. I don't have a civilian life any more... I guess Dennis is kind of dead. As he was, anyway. But hey, that just means I get to use my old name now, and start a new... page for myself. Entire book, I guess."
The metaphor was apt, at least, considering he now lived in the basement of a library.
He smiled at her, which looked a little silly with his fangs and the big horns on his head, but he supposed it was still better than a full dragon trying to smile. That would just look ridiculous! Anyway, he felt he was still pretty handsome, for what it was worth. His looks used to mean a lot to him, so it was hard for him to let go of that completely.
Work with what you got, and all that.
"Uh. Well. I mean. I was a Nega, so I hurt a lot of people, and I liked doing it. I got mixed up with a General I that I had no real idea about, until I saw just how bad she really was. She hurt a lot of people and I... let it happen. Even when I was thinking about changing sides. I was too scared to stand up for the people I should have, because I wanted to protect myself, but in the end it didn't work out that way, anyway. So I just want to... try and make up for some of that."
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 11:48 am
"That sucks," Warhol stated with an affirmative nod, and reached out to pat Merlinite's arm gently. "I'm really sorry this all happened to you, okay? You seem like a nice guy..that General who you got mixed up with...what's her name, what's she look like? I like to know who to stay away from." And there it was -- a flicker of barely-disguised fear, the common sense of I am fifteen years old and a lot of these people want to kill me in its' entirety. But she brushed it off, closed her eyes and shrugged, and then it was gone. Almost. "I trust you, okay? Even though you did bad things...you want to repent for them now, so that makes it a little better - oh god, it's late, my parents are going to kill me -" Sailor Warhol turned to run, almost frantic, and waved goodbye after her moment of realization. "I hope we can meet up sometime, really...I'd like to hear what you have to say! I just, um. I kind of have a curfew." She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, letting out an awkward and quiet laugh. "I'm just trying to make it through these last few weeks of school, right? See you!" And then she was gone, away over the rooftops, and eventually her aura blinked out. Lithiasaur wrapped on my end i guess?
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