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 Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 11:38 am
Prasiolite was further getting the hang of being in the negaverser and learning the finer art of basically getting over. She currently sat in a parking lot on top of a car waiting for the owner to come back. He was no one in particular, just another victim for energy draining. She still didn't much care for it, but it had to be done and she wasn't one to drain some till they passed out.
She has using her weapon as what it actually was, a brush, brushing her hair, legs crossed, very without a care in the world. She honestly didn't at the moment really have one, her life was fairly easy, a bit of relearning things and working.
"This guy really ought to hurry up, seriously, I would like to go home at some point," she muttered to herself.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 5:00 pm
He saw her even before bothering to power up. Sometimes he liked to walk the city, looking for any signs of trouble while still in civilian garb, before drawing too much attention to himself once he did power up. Her red hair stood out under the streetlights as she perched on some unsuspecting sap’s car. What she was planning on doing was obviously nefarious.
“You could always go home now,” Sessrumnir suggested just moments after he’d powered up in the shadows behind her, knowing very well that she would feel his aura the second he did so. Being a knight did not really give him the element of surprise.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 6:51 am
She felt the energy as the other powered up, turning to look as a voice spoke to her. She sighed figuring he must have heard her and shook her head. She hoped down off her car and arched a brow at him. "I remember you," she said walking toward him, "from that ridiculous training thing with the corn maze. You were with the pink squire, Miss You're My Enemy Now."
She gave a teasing smile, "anyway I've got an quota to fill and I'm not going to hurt anyone. Unless you a feeling fit to offer up some of that knightly energy I won't be going home any time soon."
She put an hand on her hip cocking slightly to the side and looking expectantly at him. A smart remark, maybe something quirky was what she was expecting. She doubted he would outright attack her and hoped that he didn't because she was no more battle abled that before walked into the arms of the enemy.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2015 6:31 pm
He watched her through narrowed eyes as she approached him, but a simple flick of his wrist drew his weapon from subspace, and he held onto the chain connected to the storm glass. “You remember me. Sorry, can’t say the same about you.” It didn’t take a genius to realize that she must have been corrupted after having been a knight. He could make all kinds of guesses as to what her identity was, but he was drawing a blank.
Whatever she’d been expecting, he couldn’t imagine she knew he would attack her. Not physically, but it would be enough to make her think twice about hanging around to drain civilians. Maybe enough to make her seek out a way to purify. “Do you like the Negaverse? Does it give you that warm fuzzy feeling that a family gives?” he wondered, lifting his storm glass up and seeing just how much of her he could catch inside it. But for now, he didn’t use his magic.
“You remember me… but I’m your enemy now, am I not?” Did he want to hurt her? No, of course now, but he also didn’t want her hanging around like she was. “Will you attack me if you were ordered?”
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 6:19 pm
He summoned his weapon and she rolled his eyes, "chill wonder boy with the ... whatever that is ... im not going to try anything ...and yes I remember you. I was Lyceum, the polaris page."
She sighed and shook her head thinking this conversation may very well end like the other. What was with these knight. "No, your not my enemy unless you choose to be. Its a choose, just like my choice to walk into the negaverse depsite everything. I have my reasons, but I'm no enemy of yours."
She didn't really know how to answer the second question, "that question is situational. Generally no, if ordered I would not attack you, as long as there is no threat to my personal safety. Although it seems attack you would be a threat to my personal safety so I'd hope no one would order it. Problem solved."
She moved closer to him again not too close, she didn't really want to be with stricking distance to whatever that thing was. Her hairbrush would do her no good against it and she still couldn't really fight.
"Are you going to attack me? Do you have orders to do so? I highly doubt it. I've never on your side met someone in charge? If there is someone they are doing a piss poor job, and if there isn't you attack me of your own free will with no more reason that I'm apart of this organzition you believe is what?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 6:30 pm
So she used to be Lyceum. He could sort of see the similarities, although that horrible chaotic aura was definitely a turn off. “It’s a storm glass,” he offered when she was obviously having difficulty placing the item in question. Sessrumnir turned it carefully in his hand as he looked through it and didn’t move back when she approached, highly doubting she thought she would be able to get the better of him in a fight.
He almost felt sorry for her, but the fact that she admitted to choosing this life for herself made him sick. Eight years in the military gave him a different perspective on ‘orders’ and free will. “I will attack you if I catch you hurting any civilian. You have no right taking their energy, either, regardless whether or not it hurts them. It’ll leave them defenseless for youma and other lowlives. And that’s my own choice. You know full well no one is in charge. Don’t even try that bull s**t on me. Believe me, you might sucker some other sap into your delusions, but not me.”
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 5:07 pm
She looked at the weapon curious about it and wondering, but she stopped after a moment knowing it would do her no good to wonder. She had appearance to keep up and she honestly didnt think she was doing that great of a job, but judging from the knight and the squire she didnt seem to need to.
"Oh please, come off it. It doesn't hurt, I'm not draining them to the point where they can't walk away or even run for that matter, the most I'm doing is scaring them a little. And I generally go for sleezballs anyway ... they deserve a little scare."
She shrugged at him, "as for knowing no one is in charge, thats your assumption. You have know idea what I would and would not know. Doesn't matter ...," she said pausing as the man she been waiting for came stood staring at them with a sleeping little girl in his arms.
"I'm not meeting my energy quota tonight anyway." She sighed and turned walking in the opposite direction. "Bye wonder boy. I have better thing to do than play debate with you. I didn't survive a week of torture, so I could jump into the shark pool and not reach my goal. You opinion doesn't matter to me. Make me your enemy ... whatever."
She kept going not noticing the shocked civilian backing away to get the hell out of them.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2015 7:01 am
"Who promoted you to judge, jury, and executioner?" he scoffed at her excuse of only going after sleezeballs. Heaven knew Michael loved to help karma kick people's butts when they were jerks, but that didn't give her the right to attack them, no matter how much or how little energy she was stealing; it was still stealing.
He looked up as well when the man came out, a little girl with him. At least this woman had the sense to leave them alone, because while he wasn't as sympathetic as he probably should be about protecting dirtbags, he was vehemently against getting children involved. Besides, she was still a knight. That experience couldn't have just vanished.
"You can still come back," he said after her, not knowing why he would feel sympathy for her, but from what he could remember of what she used to be, well... he would rather have her on their side, regardless. "When it gets to that point where you realize you don't want to waste your life, hunting lowlifes in the shadows, trying to determine whether or not it's a good idea to attack one person or another... Come find me..."
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