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 Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 11:06 pm
Camlann wasn't so much patrolling as continuing his careful cataloguing of the city. He was going block by block now, always in a different area of the city. Quartz's disturbance had wormed itself into the back of Camlann's mind, and though he told himself that it was not because he was concerned... it sort of was. Less for himself (the body was just a body) than for Quartz, who just seemed very edgy about everything. It was stupid. Camlann was stupid. Case in point: he heard muffled noise from a van parked down by the riverbed. The chassis bounced on the wheels every few moments, and, well. If he was going to be a Russian Batman, he would have to start small. He sighed, and slid down the muddy ravine. (Getting over the guardrail took more effort than he would ever admit to.) The riverside was riddled with small stones, and they crunched beneath his feet as he stopped by the van's sliding side door. "I'm gonna regret this," he mumbled to himself in Russian, and then he opened the door.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 11:49 pm
Camlann didn't really patrol, but Aegir did. A lot. It wasn't the healthiest or smartest way to deal with things but he managed to use a shield like a sword and call it a day most of the time. At least by doing this he'd met a good number of new people - new friends! - and possible allies! Like...Methone or Mont Blonc or Hver or Camlann. Whom he knew was out and about just like he was. Maybe not just like he was. *eh hem* Camlann was correct. He was going to regret the hell out of opening the battered van. Whatever was inside stilled as though in anticipation for the moment when it was released - the first things to appear were two bright green tendrils, snapping out to try and snare whatever limb they could. In the darkness came a slavering, growling sound as the beast within twisted and thrashed in it's confines. It smelled like compost and rotting fish. Sorry Cam.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 11:57 pm
Camlann had just enough time to think oh this is going to ******** suck so hard before a green tendril wrapped around his wrist and attempted to yank him inside. The smell was horrendous. The feel of the appendage wrapped around his wrist was worse. It reminded him of a lot of things he'd rather not be reminded of, and he would've lost his footing and been pulled inside to see whatever monster this was if he hadn't tried pulling back and away first. As it was, he got a boot braced on the bottom of the van's door before the creature made its first big yank. He leaned back, banking on the creature not being smart enough to let go of him and then pounce while he was defenseless, and raised his left hand to his mouth. "Aegir," he said, and when the senshi picked up on the other end, he said, "If you are anywhere near the ******** river, please get here quickly, there is a tentacle monster and I am not okay." That was pretty concise and informational, right? Right. Definitely. For sure. Camlann hung up and grabbed the top of the van with the hand that wasn't being currently pulled towards some gaping maw. It gave him enough leverage to try to rachet off a kick towards where he assumed the monster would be. (If he was thinking, he would use his magic to see exactly where he needed to be aiming that kick. But he wasn't thinking. At all.)
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 1:05 am
Oh, oh it wanted to eat him - to feel flesh and bone and starseed between it's weirdly malleable jaws. But the stupid meal was fighting! Straining it's small body away from his destiny as food. Dumb as it was (lacking wholly in reasoning beyond: I'm hungry, Imma eat this dude!) it shrieked and sent another tendril out to snake around Camlann's waist and through his legs, anchoring around one with the sort of horrible wiggly-wormy movement better suited for Japanese hentai. A voice came through Aegir's communicator, strained and full of awful promise. Camlann. In trouble. "On my way." In the super senshi's ears one phrase rang out and threatened to keep him from doing what he'd said he would - moving his a** to get there - ' there is a tentacle monster and I am not okay.' A tentacle monster? Again? Shaking off the wtf of Negaverse favoring tentacle monsters and what that might mean, Aegir bolted towards the river, there were very few places one could get close to it that were accessible to civilians (food sources) so he went for the ones he knew of around the same time Camlann was driving his foot into the creature's ugly, scaled and slimy head. The youma hissed and whipped it's tail violently in the small space causing the front axel to break, the whole thing to tip sidewise, and the monster to whack it's head in what might have been a comical manner but really just gave it's food a few moments respite. First location was a bust, causing Aegir to swear darkly and then use nearby buildings and the like for a more speedy arrival at the next, which...from the sounds of it would be a winner. So close! Hang in there Camlann.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 1:30 am
Oh, no no no no no, nope, no. Nope. Not happening. Except it was manifestly happening, and shouting at the monster in Russian was not going to do anything except freak Camlann out more, so he settled for starting a running monologue: nyet, this was definitely not something he wanted to be happening to him, monsters were not his cup of tea, or at least, not the monstrously shaped ones anyway. There was a reason he avoided all youma as an officer! A reason! The sudden shift of the vehicle startled Camlann, and his words shifted into a scream because holy s**t, holy s**t, what was ******** happening, he was going to ******** die. Of course, that was when he remembered his magic, and a moment's concentration summoned up the vaguely violet overlay. He promptly wished he hadn't done that, because now he could see the viscous texture of the monster's head, so many sharp teeth, and just how many of the tendrils there were-- --but he could also see Aegir. With the total vision his magic provided him, he could see everything around him, and auras shone out bright as stars. Relief flooded through him, and for a moment the overwhelming fear abated. This was bad, because the fear was what had kept his grip on the outside of the van. His fingers slipped out of the dents they'd created in the surface of the sheet metal, and he gave a shout of no! before he was bodily yanked into the van.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 2:57 pm
Yes. Yes yes yes yes yes! It was so happening! Camlann was being manhandled by a nasty tentacle monster that really wanted to devour him and was trying it's level best to do so within the cramped confines of the now-broken van. Camlann's scream made the beast croon in a disturbing manner, like it was feeding off the psychic energy of his distress as an appetizer to the meal it would make of his blood and bones. The vine-like tentacles tightened again, a slimy, oily substance seeping from them and onto skin and cloth alike. Was it drooling? Yes. Yes it was. All over. The van came into Aegir's visual range just in time for him to see his friend disappear inside - no doubt pulled towards a drooling, razor-filled monster maw -and heard Camlann's panicked 'No!'. Putting everything he had into it, Aegir leapt towards the opened back of the van, calling the familiar magic and sending the glowing, golden lariat out to settle around his friend's wrist. Perhaps the upgraded magic would have been better? Didn't matter, because he was on the ground now, playing tug-of-war with a youma over 'possession' of the Saturn Knight. "Let go you b*****d!" The 'attack' wasn't very effective at anything but stealing Camlann's voice for a bit, but it did give him a means of trying to haul the guy out of the van-made deathtrap. Especially since the blond moved at an angle as he hauled back and since the tentacles had become too slick to have a wholly firm grip. It really is a tentacle monster...the Negaverse has a sick sense of humor, ew. Eeeewww..shibrogane He used Golden Hush, so it's 15-30 seconds of no talky-talky biggrin enjoy your horrorshow without being able to scream. biggrin
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2015 11:28 am
Camlann was going to puke. Maybe not right that second, but his first instinct when the monster started to drool on him was to try to get it off, to gag at the texture of the slime as it drenched his uniform. His instincts all told him to close his eyes and just get it over with, but--but it wasn't like whatever he was half-remembering, he was sure. And there was something around his wrist, pulling. He didn't like that, he, he didn't, he wanted to be out of here, he wanted this all to stop... He could hear Aegir, though. That was enough. He lashed out with one foot, hard, and used the rope as leverage to haul himself free. Well. Sorta free. Camlann kicked again, and though the tentacle surged after him, it couldn't stretch far enough to catch him again. The monster roiled out of the van, a horrific mass of slime and teeth. Camlann stumbled away from it, until he tripped over himself and fell hard on the rocky ground. Rolling to his knees, he tried to still his shaking but couldn't manage it. Mess, so much mess, he was covered in it, he was. No. Wild-eyed, silent, he scrabbled at the golden, glowing rope around his wrist. He had to get it off, he had to get it off.
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2015 10:42 pm
Poor abused Camlann. If he didn't already have horrific nightmares from the things he'd been through, it was highly probable he'd end up with them after meeting the disgusting blend of fish and plant rolled up into a distressing ball of slimy, reeking youma. Aegir couldn't see into the van very well, but the distress in his friend's voice had been plenty to make him fight harder. Back and forth, muscles bunching and pulling, and then suddenly there was slackness in the glowing rope twisted around his hands. "I've got you, hang in there!" Slack wasn't good, Camlann needed to be pulled out, even if he was kicking the monster and making it shriek with anger and thwarted blood lust. Aegir reeled his magical rope in, playing the line like an angler until the tiny knight was clear of the van and monster. "Sweet ********-- what in the name of--" It was disgusting. It was foul. Scales and tentacles leaked a viscous sort of egg-white like slime and gave the whole beast a disturbingly wet look. And the smell! Aegir gagged but kept his eyes on the monster. Camlann was free, but he was also really messed up and not paying attention like he ought...which meant that the only one with any chance of destroying the vile creature was Aegir himself. Suppressing the urge to retch, he dropped the rope he'd used to drag Camlann out and jumped over to the kneeling knight to push him out of the way as a tentacle went snaking after him. The magic faded and Camlann's wrist was finally free, but now the creature had a tentacle snaking up the senshi of silence's ankle and up his ******** weak oh my god this is so disgusting!" It hadn't gotten a good hold though, and Aegir managed to leap out from the tendril before it could tighten and get a good grip on him; the monster shrieked again, lashing four tentacles after the curly haired blond. It's dander was up and it was stupid enough to be wholly focused on the moving target, Camlann forgotten - at least momentarily - in favor of chasing after Aegir. "Will you just <******** die already!?!?" He hadn't done anything to cause the monster to deconstruct to dust and ash, but that didn't make his request any less desired. Or required. Aegir hazarded a glance at the still-recovering Knight before surging forward and calling forth his shiny new upgraded magic for the first time. "Golden Mute!" The youma dove in, maw snapping, wanting to bite and rip and tear the shimmering senshi apart - it was the most perfect set up and Aegir took advantage, leaping up and directing the glowing ropes downward at the bared 'neck'. Please let that be it's neck, please don't let this slip...please please please-- Three separate ropes sought purchase around it's neck-ular area and drew tight as the senshi landed atop the van and hauled back viciously so that each part sawed at the monster's gooey, scaled flesh. It threw it's head back and thrashed silently under the magical assault; for the first time it was afraid...then desperate. The golden ropes cut it's flesh, burning and bright and horrible - the youma didn't know it yet, but it wasn't just weakening from the attack, it was dying. "Seriously, just ********' die!" A fresh surge of energy set the magical ropes to thrumming at the same time Aegir yanked savagely once more, ropes going clear through the slime and scales with an almost popping sound..and then it was nothing but swirling dust. "Yesssss! Suck it, monster!" Sweaty and really just done with the whole goddamned thing, the blond senshi of silence dropped his ropes and hopped down from the van to check on Camlann. "Er, Camlann? Are...you okay?" He'd stopped near his friend, wanting to be comforting but knowing that Cam didn't like being touched much; his friend was covered in slime and had this...almost trapped-animal look in his eyes. Aegir wasn't pristine, but he certainly wasn't smothered in the foul smelling sludge the way the knight was. Even so, it was kind of tempting to just jump into the river. "Ugh...there is not enough soap in the world for this..." Because sometimes, he just couldn't shut his trap. And talking sort of helped him to not try and put hands on his very distressed friend who would likely not appreciate it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 1:53 pm
The blood from where Camlann had clawed at himself in a bid to get free ran thin and red down his arm, staining the slime that covered him almost completely a pale, dreamy pink. Now that the binding was gone, he calmed, but only minutely; his breathing came harsh, staccato, like he was consciously reminding himself to breathe. It. He. The slime wouldn't come off, and he needed it gone, and he didn't know how to make it go, he wanted... he wanted to go home. To Camlann. His wonder would welcome him, he was sure, and he could--the ocean. It made all things clean. But what if the water became polluted by... He didn't want to be corrupted. He didn't want to be where he was. It took him a long moment to process what Aegir was saying to him--was he okay? No. No he wasn't. He couldn't find the words to tell Aegir so, and he needed to, because. Because Aegir had saved him, so, he deserved an answer! That was how it worked. That was... that was how it worked, wasn't it? An answer. Nothing else. Thanks and an answer. What he said was: "Don't--do not ********," which was all he could manage, because he was going to throw up. He needed to get up and leave. This was weakness, and no one could see him be weak, if he did they'd... they'd... Camlann shoved his duster off his arms, pulled at the clasps holding his waistcoat shut and let them fall with a glassy tinkling noise to the stones beneath his knees. The brooch at his throat, too, and the gloves, all of it, everything with slime coating it, until he knelt on the stones as Aleksy Spektor, even smaller-looking than usual in a sweater made for someone twice his size. His hair still dripped slime, but his clothes were dry; he pulled his sleeves up with shaking hands and said, "I need to go home," in the smallest voice he'd used in the entirety of his living memory. "Please."
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 2:27 pm
Clearly, Camlann was 100% not okay but without being able to touch the small knight, there wasn't much Aegir could do for him. It was a tough place to be for someone so used to physicality...but he knew it was so much worse for his friend so he stayed close, but hopefully not close enough to set him on edge, kneeling but not reaching out to touch. "Okay. It's cool, just keep breathing. It's safe, you're gonna be alright. I've got your back." The knight sounded...so ********. Thoroughly <********> and like he was barely holding on after the battle; Aegir didn't understand a lot of things about Camlann - or his civilian side - but that didn't matter. Aegir would stay there with him as long as it took, do what he could...because he might have gotten filthy in the fight, he was fine. Cam wasn't. Watching Camlann strip out of his currently ruined costume gave him an idea as to what bothered him. It was gross, it reeked. He got that, really he did. So he'd unfasten his sash - which was still clean - and offer it to his friend. "For your hair before we go. So it doesn't get your street clothes." The blond would wait to power down so Aleksy could get some of the sludge out of his hair...hopefully enough to keep the goop from staining his clothes. As soon as he was done with it he dropped the magical guy persona and go back to being his usual self, even offering a hand to Aleksy to help him up though he wouldn't be upset if it wasn't accepted. He understood - at least enough to accept his friend's quirks. "Alright, let's go home." Because like HELL he would leave Aleksy alone until they were home.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 2:48 pm
He was listening to Aegir. Aegir was... he was safe, and good. He'd helped Aleksy when Aleksy had dearly needed it, and as Aleksy wrung slime out of his hair with the senshi's sash he tried to find a smile, or thanks, or something, but he was still just trying to focus on breathing. There were great chunks of gelatinous slime on the rocks when he was done, but his hair--though still wet, though badly in need of a wash--was no longer dripping the garbage-scented slime. Aleksy took a deep breath and regretted it. He attempted to get to his own feet once, then twice, before accepting Colin's hand up. "Home," he agreed. If he clung to Colin's hand all the way home, well, he trusted his friend not to say.
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