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 Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 7:53 pm
Methone didn't like to brag...a lot. She liked to brag about a good...healthy amount really. Just little accomplishments. Like passing her assessment for her ballet company, or the fact that Lorne was now her one and only boyfriend. Or that the team that had started at just the four saturn brothers was now growing.
It had gone from just a couple of knights and a couple of senshi, to a larger network. Bestla, and Niflhel. There could be even more.
It's why she was out and about at night, searching the town for anymore saturn-esque members. So she could hijinx them into their shenanigans.
And lucky her! She could feel the order of someone at the first level, hanging out. She jumped to the peak of a building, looking around. Where ever they were, they were getting close!
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 1:42 pm
The day felt cold to someone like him, so Scholomance was thankful for the full-body wear. The sun loomed behind clouds as a searing ring of white, but all warmth abated with the steel cover that settled over the city. A light breeze blew, chasing signs hung from the sides of buildings. Scholomance found it conducive to exploring these bizarre powers, for reflecting on the preposterous knowledge volunteered by both Aegir and Ida without attracting as much attention to himself. Both senshi appeared particularly concerned for public appearances, though he himself hadn't found any reason to fret.
So the Saturn page stood in the bowels of an alley, trash on one side and a fench on the other, while he considered his modes of escape here. A set of fire stairs loomed, rusted and old, at the back of the shop strip. The mouth of the alley offered an obvious segue into the street, but also sported an industrial dumpster parked and ready for ascension to the rooftop area. And, naturally, the easiest and most realistic escape route remained at his right with nothing more than razor wire to halt his progress. Scholomance folded gloved hands in quiet contemplation of his options.
Purportedly I could jump buildings, if I wanted to believe them. I could crown my own place of business without a thought. But belief is so seldom bought with ease these days, and my own has climbed in price to exorbitance. A pity. I should think this is some child's training game toward believing in the impossible again.
Well then, Isaiah, let's see if any of this holds merit.
And the page turned, faced the fence, sized it up, and finally crouched for a significant leap over the offending object. He didn't even suffer a catch on the heel of a shoe or a tear in his pants leg - instead the page surmounted his obstacle with ease, and saw well across the strip of buildings for just a second before reaching ground again. For a moment he hesitated, chuckled, and bloomed into a healthy laugh at the sheer impossibility that he just accomplished.
But such mirth was short-lived with another of those peculiar feelings nagging at him, in the direction of the steepled church built across from the commercial district. Initially his glance swept across the cityscape from some time, seeing little more than further business fronts with nothing of interest crowning their parapets, but a peculiar tan and green figure straddling the peak of the church drew his attention as soon as his eyes landed on the neutral-toned building.
I suppose this is another expected 'pleasant bonding time', Scholomance thought to himself while he started in the girl's direction. Maybe she'll have some excuses on how this qualifies as a war, or why there's even a need for these charades. My hopes are not terribly high.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 2:05 pm
Methone practically shone against the dull building. Like a small beacon really. Bright teal green fuku, shiny gold bangles. It really stood out against the gray white of...Oh a church! Oh man, she should probably get down. Something about offending a higher power seemed to run through her mind.
Was there a higher power then Senshi? After all, they were beings of space and the universe. Wasn't that a brain teaser?
The order aura came closer and she was watching the passerby's. Well...one passerby. Probably the knight. She wouldn't know unless she went in closer though, so she pushed off the rooftop, landing a bit in front of Scholomance with a light step. Like she had just been floating on air.
"Good evening handsome!" She gave a five fingered wave, and a lazy smile. "What brings a-" She looked at his uniform closely and gasped, "A saturn knight! Fantastic! What brings a wonderful Saturn knight to my side of town?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 11:55 am
Scholomance stared at her for a brief moment while he tried to form an opinion. She's got some kind of weird hard-on for Saturn knights, but she called me handsome so she's probably hitting on me. Not that I'd mind taking a tumble in bed with this one.
Her fuku, and to a greater extent her body language, signified an easy confidence in her body that even those of lukewarm awareness couldn't ignore. Her outfit hugged her frame well, drew high over the swell of her hips, and dropped low to frame a star just above her crotch. Similar accenting formed her top, which was regrettably more modest than her translucent skirt, but it was tight enough to belie some of her curves. The rest of her looked equally amenable - a pleasant facial structure complete with a sunny expression, sweeping hair tied back into a braid over one shoulder, strong legs that indicated regular athleticism... But the propensity to stare was great, and the page wasn't certain he could get away with it.
So most of his deductions were made in fleeting glances while he tried to steady his gaze on her eyes. It proved difficult with so much else to look at.
"Yes, Saturn. Something like that." His attention temporarily drew to the Saturn symbols adorning the bottom of his coat, which received little more than a thought. "I heard I could perform fabulous and fantastical feats of strength while dressed like a Victorian reject, so I thought I'd play against my incredulity with a bout of Building Hopping. I didn't get terribly far before I spotted - or felt or whichever intimation you want to use - your form on the church. Of course, this is all just some ill-bred procrastination game but being an adult gets so dull sometimes." His dry humor sounded practiced and carefully deadpan, in a way that guaranteed years of bitterness to support it.
"Should I ask why you're excited to see a Saturn knight?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 3:26 pm
Methone didn't mind the long stare. While Scholomance was taking in her form, she was doing the same for him. She was not shy, but actually forever confident in the body she worked for.
He would find in his path to staying focused on her eyes, was a knowing smile. A hint of mischievous at the corners of her lips, making the smile almost look a little bit of a smirk. When he did make eye contact, her eyes twinkled with trouble.
"Like what you see there, Handsome?" She ran hands down her side before crossing her arms and laughing lightly. While she was only teasing, she did preen a little more.
"Fantastic. I've been looking for other Saturn knights." She blinked and then laughed again, "Victorian reject? I hadn't heard that one. I think you look a bit on the classy side. I've heard of mars knights that run around in slips of armor and leather." She rose a brow, "Not that there is a thing wrong with that, but I suppose every knight has interesting clothing." she drew herself closer to him, cocking her head. "Being an adult is boring. Being given super powers you read in comics though.." She brought her finger up to her cheek and tapped, "Is a nice distraction."
She hummed thoughtfully before her movement slid herself into his personal bubble, laying her arms gently on his shoulders.
"Because Saturn knights are as close to knights of our own." She pursued her lips. "I'm a moon of Saturn, so to say. A senshi that orbits the princess you serve. There is a sort of camaraderie in that. Also a deeper understanding." She smiled softly at him. "My partner and I, we are searching for more saturn moons and knights to get to know. Maybe one day form somewhat of a team, or group." She cocked her head.
"Have you, in your time since you awakened, met someone named Aegir?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 5:59 am
Scholomance commended his luck that Methone was good-natured about it; she could've read his interests in an entirely different and insulting manner. Instead, she received his attention as a compliment and responded positively enough to say that she had confidence.
And her advances sent a very obvious message that the Saturn knight loathed to refuse. If she intended to take liberties with his shoulders, then he intended to do exactly the same with her hips. Both gloved hands found the crests under toned muscles relatively easily, with thumbs pressing firmly against smooth muscle. She certainly looked - and felt - athletic, but not to an exorbitant lifting degree. The shape and tone her muscles took only seemed to flatter her. And, to her credit, her hips made great handles.
"It sounds like I should meet some Mars knights." He started to wonder if the majority of powered individuals possessed scanty outfits. Not that he'd mind - the more there was to look at, the more interested he became in continuing to power up. It started to feel like a covert invitation to a lesser known club, a social venue that only a handpicked few of no similarity received invitation to. And in that club, they behaved as they pleased, however far beyond the realm of the law. Additionally he began wondering if this 'team' she referenced pertained to some kind of brothel, or equally sordid affair. He hoped so. "But I don't suppose you dropped by to make chitchat over the interesting assortment of outfits out there."
A 'deeper understanding' - is that what they're calling it these days? The explanation of planetary alignment juxtaposed to allegiance left him a little lost for understanding, but he followed it by basic association. Relation by orbit must have meant something to her for her to start looking out for Saturn knights or moons. He would've asked after it had he been thinking with the correct head.
"I don't recall volunteering to serve any princesses - but if you're savvy with striking deals, then I might just reconsider who I might 'serve'." Everything sounded like euphemisms. "I could think of a few better places to discuss this." Over a drink came to mind. At his house. Somewhere between the sheets. "Tell me your name." It seemed pertinent, if she wanted to volunteer herself as the new 'princess'.
"Aegir..." He issued a low hum. "Hot little thing in a skimpy dancer's outfit, yes? ... I think I just described the both of you."Pixie Nyxie getting turned down will be such fun hohoho
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 11:11 am
Her whole demeanor changed a little with physical contact. She preferred it to most other communication, as it was easier to portray emotions and needs just by a single touch. It was, she mused, easier then words, when words could fail. Easier thoughts, if you didn't pay much time to them anyways.
One hand turned upwards to play with the frayed edges of his hair and she took in his features a little more. He was on the skinner edge of body weight, but that wasn't something that surprised her. How many male Ballerina's had she seen that were more petite weight wise then her? He was a good 3 inches taller then her, so her gaze was more drawn up, then straight on. his eyes were a mix of green and brown, Hazel? His hair was a soft black, barely brushing at shoulders. It was silly how she seem to stare at him, but as she soaked in the details, she knew that she wouldn't forget Scholomance. He was different then most, memorable.
Added to that, she liked his response to her. Hands on hips, not much space. She sighed at the contact, like a cat that earned its pets. If she could purr, she would.
"You should." She smirked, "They are quite the interesting bunch, most are very well..." She laughed lightly, "Not always, I like general talk." She continued to play with his hair lightly, keeping her eyes on his. "Small talk doesn't bother me, I suppose either. Though, how can anything be small when you look at where we are at now..." Her lips quirked up playfully.
"No?" She blinked, "I suppose I never asked, I assumed knights had all sorts of feelings for their..." She reached down to the saturn symbols dangling at his waist and held one up, "Planet. Princess."
Because Methone was acting like Methone, She was quite comfortable in just flirting....and forgetting that flirting was also a form of invitation. Something she no longer was free to give, now that she was with Lorne.
"Which one Handsome?" Her eyes twinkled playfully at his ask for her name, "That would be him." She laughed again, sliding off of the knight and making a elegant spin that was befit of a dancer. "And that would be me. We're two of a kind really." She laughed again.
"What other places, Handsome, could you recommend for talk about Princesses, knights, serving and super powers." It was a bit ironic they were discussing it in front of a church, she thought belatedly.
Strickenized Oh god I am so sorry, SHE IS A TERRIBLE FLIRT, AND SHE WILL TURN HIM DOWN AT ONE POINT.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 11:19 pm
She knew how to play the game, which delighted Scholomance in equal measure as it challenged him. Seizing one of the Saturn symbols hanging curiously close to his nether regions was a particularly provocative ploy executed with aplomb. Were his pants better designed for movement and breathability, he would've been certain that his interest remained well hidden, but a telltale tightness assured him of the opposite. Depending on interested parties, though, this was its own invitation. And considering that she hadn't yet shied away, that she remained tantalizingly close and smooth and warm, Scholomance assumed she knew quite well where they strayed with these games.
She spoke, and Scholomance's understanding for her speech waned to destitute levels while his mind wandered elsewhere. She spoke of small talk, but it felt like filler text for what volumes her body told. Planets and princesses formed roles in the bedroom more than concrete references. He felt the beat of his heart quite keenly in the lithe cage that held it. Lips grew dry, and he hoped that she might stop talking soon so he wouldn't have to interrupt her.
Playing with his hair meant her fingers strayed meager measures from brushing far more sensitive areas. He felt the light tugs quite keenly, and the eye contact provided only urged further invitation. Hands left her hips to roll down the half-mask that obstructed him, and after the fabric reached his throat, he leaned in with lips parted in time to find air.
Which transitioned into a definite sigh.
A definite open-mouthed sigh.
Hands dropped to his sides in dejection before they strayed to tug on the front tails of his coat (which did absolutely nothing). "I would ******** you in half a heartbeat, you ******** tease," he countered in muted frustration. "Playing the game like that is just so... discourteous." He huffed.
"I was starting to consider all this talk of medieval gender roles and superhero powers as some kind of mentally impecunious pillow talk so I was going to suggest my condo, but now it's starting to look like one of those closed community pools that are markedly not heated might be the better idea." He could at least 'slip' and fall in to kill the tightness in his pants. He glowered at her slightly, frustration apparent, but said nothing more of it.
"So. Again. Your name please."Pixie Nyxie schol is just like biiiiiitch
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2015 11:55 am
She had only been half paying attention to the signs. Spoiled by Lorne and Colin's easy affections, as well as Auguste timid approval of them. She could slide in either of the three men's laps, and it would be just a time to cuddle.
Her spoiledness made her forget that not every woman or man was like that, and that if she slid into a strangers lap, He'd take that as a invitation for so much more. (She didn't use to mind that either, she had the final say...)
So as she turned to see Scholomance sighing at her, she knew. He had missed his oppurtunity and she had barely avoided causing an awkward moment. Something she never felt before. How did one explain a boyfriend after flirting so?
She'd have to really.
She started with a gentle laugh, moving her arms down to her hips and resting them on the flesh there. "You could and would Handsome," She pursued her lips, "If I wasn't currently attached to the boyfriend I have." She didn't float closer, but moved just within the outer reaches of him. Just enough to be unobtainable. His look of frustration though was in a sort, thrilling.
She didn't do it often, but it was a small flattering moment to take in that she was wanted, but that it would not always happen. Terrible of her? Yes. Should or would she feel bad? Never.
"My pillow talk would be a lot better then that." she cooed, "I don't like talking much actually when the beds involved...." Her body pressed against anothers was all the words she needed to say.
"It's Methone." She gave him a lazy smile, "Senshi of Aurora Borealis."
"And you?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2015 11:00 am
"Maybe you should pitch to him the idea of an 'open relationship'." A bony hand found his hip. "There's always threesomes if he's feeling insecure. Or, of course, you don't have to tell him at all." But she struck the core of his precise distaste for teases, especially when taken - they remained window dressing despite all efforts to break the glass and claim what he wanted.
Which, naturally, urged him to want her exponentially more.
"If you're going to talk about your bedroom habits without taking me to your bedroom, then you're just blowing smoke up my a**, Methone." She reminded him, somewhat, of how Sidney James would taunt and tease and tantalize him without end. With that came the same deep-seated, ancient ache that must curse all the ages before him. It felt bitter, powerful, driving. He wanted to succumb to it and walk away from her, reflect on old memories and examine his paltry life for what it was. But those sullen moods often led to terrible and threatening consequences of their own. It helped, somewhat, that Methone looked nothing like Sidney James.
But when he introduced himself, his diction lacked much of the sass and personality he displayed previously. The dry wit faded into a dull, lackluster seriousness. "I suppose I go by Scholomance."
In truth, he knew nothing of the Wonder from whence he was named.
At least painful reminders remedied other situations. Where Methone came to the edge of his orbit, Scholomance retreated a few steps until he could lean with bony back against brick wall. The spines dug against the brick and mortar ruthlessly, and it pained him in a welcoming manner. He sought to slip hands into jacket pockets and found none for use, which meant his hands hung at his sides in a uselessness that suggested he didn't know what to do with them. "So on this topic of 'teams' - what comes of one? And if I decide that it's such a grand idea to join one, how am I supposed to contact you for it? And lastly, would there be any kind of minimum presence required? I can't say that I have much motivation to keep up these charades - they do little more than negatively impact my regular life, and I cant see much purpose in playing with children's turf wars."
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 7:38 pm
"I could." She smiled, "But I'm very fond of him, and I don't know if I would handle sharing him well with others." She looked him over again, allowing him to see the contemplation on her face. "Perhaps I could. I could do a lot of things, if I put my mind to it, I could take all the things I wanted, if I could." But she laughed again, "But I would not do that to him. I would never do it unless he was okay with it." Just thinking of Mont Blanc made her smile a little wider.
She knew that often, if one wanted enough but could not have, it would delve into dangerous territory. Scholomance, instead, striked her as the amiable flirt. Someone she could still invite as a friend. Even flirt back with.
"Or fanning the flame you seem to have." The smile never faded. "Scholomance? That's a very nice name. Saturn knights always seem to have interesting regal names as well." To match the regal clothing too.
She rested herself finally, in front of him. She didn't do the cliche of placing her arms on the wall, her intent was not to trap him.
"It's a brothership. We care for each other. We want to survive." She shrugged, "And the best way to do that is with a close knit group you can trust. That's what we want." She crossed her arms, resting her hands right under her bosom. "I would give you my number, if you wanted. Eventually, Aegir and I are going to introduce everyone together. You'd be free to do what you wanted, how you wanted."
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 9:48 pm
"It's true, you might lose him to my fabulous smile." Scholomance grinned, cocked his head to the side, and splayed hands outward as if framing his face with boisterous confetti. The dry wit was dropped soon after.
He approached a more serious note when his hands found themselves clasped together before him. He cleared his throat for the departure. "Maybe it's human nature to derive meaning from the ether and ascribe ulterior motive to the world, but I wonder if any of our names have meaning. If they're simply place names with small histories we've somehow derived intuitions for. Maybe 'Scholomance' and 'Aegir' and 'Methone' collectively mean nothing, or it's up to us to establish meaning - much like how 'Las Vegas' at one time, meant nothing to everyone. Now the Strip is the first thing that comes to mind." Scholomance shrugged, and his shoulders scraped against the brick wall while he did so. He imagined the material looked fairly chewed, but he didn't care for clothes he never perceived as his.
"But don't let me ramble." Taking this scope of life seriously sounded dangerous - he imagined that, if someone truly believed that they fought a war, the soldier mentality might take too great a hold where acclimation to regular life should still survive. He imagined that, pending the depth of their exposure, shellshock became a real issue. He imagined that, at the end of it all, there would be so many youth displaying these inexplicable signs of the same disconnect that men suffered in returning from the great wars.
He thought about feeling foreign and alarmed and suspicious in his own condominium, and he didn't like it.
"Yes, give me your number. I didn't really have to work for it, did I? No matter - I can't promise you won't receive drunk dials in the wee hours of the morning, but I'll give you mine in return so you could arrange this introduction. Got paper and a pen?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 10:05 pm
"You are funny Handsome." She smiled, "You have a fantastic smile. I'm particularly fond of seeing it around more often." If he chose to take her offer of a team at least. She liked friendly faces, as much as she loved sarcastic wit. She wondered just how Aegir and him would get along? Or even Monty? Or Aleksy.
Oh dear, Camlann and Scholomance would have the driest battle of words the sahara would donate its water to moisten things up.
"They could mean nothing now, or they could mean something we don't know about. But for the future reference, They'll mean something later. We are after, shaping a future."
She blinked and then smiled. "Nah hun, I can do that one better." Her form shifted from the revealing outfit, to a simple tunic and leggings, tucked into loose boots. Her braided black hair was loosened and curled around her tan petite face.
"This way, you get my number and my real name. I'm Nadia Vetrov..." She pulled out her normal cell phone and smiled, "Number Handsome? Then i can text you mine." She laughed at his joke, "I will handle all drunk dials, should they happen. Just be warned, You can't get mad at me for any secrets you spill." She winked.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 10:21 pm
"I could name a few ways for you to see that smile again." He spoke with jest, but should she ever dump that boyfriend of hers...
Watching someone else lose their powered form came without the pomp and circumstance of obtaining it, for which Scholomance was grateful. Methone - or Nadia - maintained a very similar natural beauty between powered life and civilian. He dared say she looked more tantalizingly attractive when appearing as Methone, and he wondered if what powers chose this form for her did so with the absolute intent to emphasize her natural beauty. Perhaps he personified too much, he reminded himself. The point still stood that the makeup and painted nails offered her no ill will.
The person she became held a beauty of a less polished sort, but that had its own attractions. It felt more genuine, more guaranteed for its continued presence the morning after. For a second he tried to imagine her, bare shoulders and tired smile, with tousled hair sprawled over the pillow like she owned it, like she lorded over it. Those long, toned arms stretched above her head while lazy fingers played with the industrial piping that formed his bedframe.
But the topic at hand demanded more mental acuity than what he provided. He reminded himself to come back to earth for the moment and reciprocate the share of identity.
Without warning, in place of Scholomance stood a curious mix of presentations that settled somewhere between industrial, cyberpunk and traditional gothic. A half-jacket dotted with eyelets hugged his body over a mesh shirt, which displayed two thin leather strips that laced together with velvet ribbon. The shirt tucked into fitted leather pants that left little to the imagination and tucked into knee-high boots. Eyeshadow and liner framed previously naked eyes.
A battle of laziness and compulsory lying ensued while Isaiah determined if he should simply hand over his business card or contrive a lie and issue his number orally. But if they were to maintain contact for Scholomance, and if this war ever grew serious, shouldn't he be honest with the girl?
Nah.
"Andrew Parish," he offered back. For a moment, he wondered if Nadia played the same game. He pushed the thought aside as he rattled off his cell number for input, and waited for the inevitable text that would assist in finishing her contact information.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 11:22 pm
"I bet you do." Nadia laughed again, because god, wasn't he a delight? She could never be too flattered by his attention. Lorne probably wouldn't appreciate it but, well, that was to be expected of a boyfriend right?
She felt just as comfortable in Nadia's usually lazy and loose clothing, as she was in Methone's tight fitting senshi garb. If he asked, she would easily say that her senshi garb was probably like that due to being a planet based off tropics.
Probably.
When Scholomance powered down, she cocked her head. She had no preference in most attire, after all Lorne took on the gothic look as well, so she focused mainly on his face and committing it to memory.
He was just as devilishly handsome in his civilian as he was his powered.
"Andrew hmm?" It was certainly a name she wouldn't excatly place to him. But perhaps she thought it was cause she was use to Colin and Lorne and Auguste's in her life. "Gotcha ya Handsome." She sent a text message off with the basic hello and winky face. Her phone it seemed, had a lot of texts. Mostly importantly, a call from Colin for practice.
"I would love to stay and chat, Handsome." She started to head away, "But My friend is calling me. Emergency." She blew him a kiss, "Have a good night!"
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