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 Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 4:24 am
Ryugu-jo didn't power up as often as he'd like to, with all the jobs he took now as a civilian. He had powered up as many times as he could count on his ten fingers.. so it wasn't very much. Still hazy on the details, he looked at his page form dubiously, still wary of the transforming gig overall. What was the point if you didnt get paid? Good will wasn't going to be payment enough. With a sigh, he reflected he was thinking in his old ways. He needed to think past the money making life of a normal civilian, he was a page now. What connotations that gave him, he was still in the process of figuring it out.
So that's why Ryugu may have been thinking of, sitting on top of a rooftop with a very serious look. He was prepared though, since his weapon was a glove, it was always on him. He even made sure that the fountain, filled to the brim with questionable water, was nearby.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 8:43 am
Warhol, on the contrast, didn't patrol often -- but she did power up a lot. She liked the feel of her fuku, the weight of the hair, and the strength it gave! Maybe it was a little vain, true, but she hadn't powered down for over a week when resting up in Negaspace: it felt more natural, for the most part, than her civilian form. More genuine. She appreciated the anonymity that came with the civilian lack of an aura, but...sometimes it was difficult, to remember the limitations.
Besides, Desdemona was out for the night. She didn't have to know Poppy was going to patrol alone. And if things went well, she wouldn't know, ever.
She sprung over the rooftops, scanning for auras, scanning for people passed out -- drunk, drugged, destitute -- to steal energy from, to steal starseeds from - and there one was; a saccharine-sweet aura. Weaker than Warhol, at least. So the corrupted senshi patted herself on the shoulder, self-assured, and touched down on the same rooftop only a few minutes post-sensation. "Don't you know anything about being powered? Well, you wouldn't, I guess...the White Moon doesn't tell anyone anything. They give power without any explanation. At first level, they'll leave you for dead."
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 4:39 am
Ryugu-jo hadn't expected anyone behind him, so when he heard a voice, he nearly jumped out of his skin. With a sheepish grin, he turned to the source of the voice, shoulders cautiously tensed. As he looked at her, it hit him, that the aura she gave off was very different from his own. It was difficult to explain, except that it seemed to surpass his own, with a darkening deafness. It was a moment before he replied, with a blank look on his expression.
"Wait, what? Dead?"
He was White Moon-- did that mean there was supposed to be a memo of some sorts? Ryugu had a vague idea but it was likely so out of date, he couldn't make heads or tails of it. But before he could ask the questions, another one drew his attention. It was shocking, it wasn't normal--- "You have a hole in your chest? How are you still alive?" It wasn't a scar, it was a gaping black hole, as if something had been ripped out.
His hand rested at his chin, in a thoughtful manner. Nobody had said anything about this.. nobody said anything really.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 10:00 am
Warhol knew she was stronger than him -- she reveled in it, even if it didn't show on her face. She liked being stronger than her enemies. Well. The Negaverse's enemies, but right now those were very much almost the same thing; after all, she didn't have enough members of the White Moon to dislike personally, considering Ryugu-jo was perhaps the first she'd consciously met. Even though she was young, she'd do her best for her saviors until she couldn't anymore.
"The White Moon doesn't save anyone." She took a step closer, smiling sheepishly. "Seriously, I'd know; I used to be part of it. If your uniform's mostly white, like you --" and Warhol gestured to all of Ryugu - "then you belong to the White Moon. Do they not tell you what you are? Of course they don't." She put a hand over the hole in her chest, giggling girlishly; if Ryugu looked closer, he'd see glittering shimmers from a jewel perhaps the size of Warhol's fist. "Well, I mean, it's not a real hole...it doesn't go to my organs, or anything! It represents that I'm part of the Negaverse, and it doesn't hurt."revenant aria oh my god, ryugu, you can't just ask people why they have holes in their chests
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 6:27 am
It was nice that she was explaining, especially from a seasoned veteran's point of view. He listened keenly, tensely, grimacing from the sad truth that she portrayed. Truthfully, he hadn't had much help - and it was rather off-putting, implying that what she said about being left for dead, true. He didn't want to believe it but there was little evidence to contradict the point.
He followed her hand, placed over the hole in her chest. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, quirking one mouth downwards in baffled confusion. "Not a real hole ..."
It would be just offensive if he asked for a closer look -
- but he settled on asking other personal questions anyways.
"Represent? It looks like they took your heart out.. but is that something that's normal?" He was referring to the rarity of such events, trying to see what the scales of justice were weighing. If you could switch sides, it seemed like a highly imbalanced scale. Not that he was opposed to the idea ..
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 6:19 pm
Warhol would have laughed, if she'd been able to hear Ryugu-jo's thoughts. A seasoned veteran? She was fifteen years old and remembered barely anything past the last month of her life; as far as veterans went, most of the Negaverse that she'd met fit it far more. But maybe that came with the confidence. If she carried herself like she knew what she meant (which was hard, when she wanted to shrink away to nothing when people looked too sharply, but it was slowly fading), people assumed she did.
"People like you become officers, I think...? Senshi -- like what I was -- I believe we get our power from space. The holes are mostly metaphorical. They just represent we know who our real master is, and that we fight for Earth. We care for our officers. Not like the White Moon." Her free arm moved in an almost-grandiose gesture, sweeping across the city. "I don't know what you've been told, but the Negaverse are the protectors of this city."
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