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 Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 9:19 pm
 SLAM! The hinges on Benji's bedroom door most certainly would scream later with how hard the boy swung it closed. He had always thought his parents were idiots. Sweet at heart, but just huge ******** idiots. Yeah, yeah, he had always not really listened to them, but he wasn't as stupid as they were! He knew better than to do drugs or do get with the 'wrong crowd.' Hell, he was his own definition of the 'wrong crowd', with how bitterly he acted towards the world around him, and how little respect he had for most people, average people. But after getting picked up at the hospital with a concussion, a fractured eye socket, and Hyphema with blood staining into his cornea.. Well.. You could say that his parents were being even MORE protective than before.
But this.. This was straight up nonsense! His parents had FINALLY broken into his room, his sacred little garden, and called the police to 'scare him straight.' How ******** STUPID did they feel when the cop came into his bedroom and found out that the plants were just carrots, basil, and some other miscellaneous plants that were just beginning to grow. Noo, they couldn't be bothered to do a google image search or any sort of research and just assumed the worst! And then they had the police tear up his room while he was away at school.
Thus, Benji was PISSED. His room was wrecked, his FACE was wrecked, his poor plants that he broke into a gardening store for were wrecked, and for what? For the most stupid of reasons! So as soon as his door was slammed and locked, he powered up and jumped out the fourth floor window of his apartment onto the building across the way, two stories down. It was late enough for him to get away with being a bit more reckless about 'hiding himself'. After that whole Train Ordeal, hopefully those Negabastards would lie low for a little while too.
The only thing he wanted to see right now was a youma as he wandered the empty streets. He wanted a fight, he wanted to make something hurt and as angry as he was right now! Because even if he wanted to cry about it, his mosaic looking face wouldn't even allow it.
T e b i k ii Why the snickerdoodles did this tame me son long?! I blame my first ORP in months! I got you though, buddy!
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2015 10:39 am
Mjolnir was not in the worst of moods, nor was she particularly happy. Patrolling and recruitment had become a chore for her, a part of her life that just existed. She was passionate about her duty, but in between fights came a lot of wandering around alone. She did not have a team, or anybody that was really too willing to work with her night after night, so life was pretty solitary.
The brunette was always beat up from a fight and today was no different, her eye was bruises and her knuckles bloody. Her battle style was very physical and even her magic was close combat orientated. Mjolnir was not a glamourous senshi, sparkles and light shows did not win her fights for her. There were many things that she was not yet used to, mainly due to her lack of training and her lack of magical ability (not everyone was gifted from the get go) - she was able to summon a mirror wraith once in awhile but reading auras was still something very alien to her - mirror walking had also proved to be rather difficult. Maybe she should have paid more attention to Jett's lessons before she abandoned him.
She sighed, there was no time for regret and thoughts of that nature.
On patrol, seeking her second confrontation of the night, the berserker senshi came across a very angry individual in a very frilly fuku.
"Are you okay... miss?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 2:43 pm
The whole road was empty as Chara went stomping down it, up until there was a woman in his sights. She felt powered, but not quite the same as what he was used to. It wasn't as screaming 'KILL' as it was with the Negaverse, but it still didn't feel good. That difference was still just enough to keep him from attacking the person on sight.
"Miss?!" He looked around the area. Yup, there was only him and her there.
"I am NOT a miss, thank you! I'm a frilly looking MALE, thank you. Believe me, if I could change my stupid uniform, I would." He was too irritated about other things to actually point any of that anger at this girl, and her comment about his clothes was generally just brushed off.
He took a closer look at her and continued to walk towards her, stopping within a few feet. She was rather bruised and beat up, kinda just like he was. Atl east she was kinda badass looking like that. Not him, he looked like a punched down creampuff. Ah well.
"s**t, are YOU okay? That's one hell of a shiner you got going on.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 5:25 pm
"Oh..."
Her response was simple. Mjolnir moved the conversation on quickly to try and avoid awkwardness, though admittedly she felt a little embarrassed.
Slender fingers reached for her face, touching the swollen flesh.
"This is nothing, really." She shook her head, amber eyes taking a closer look at the young man in front of her. He seemed a little young to be out on his own, but then again looks could be deceiving.
For all she knew he had some really ridiculous magic to go along with that frilly fuku, the more it sparkled the more it seemed to hurt in her opinion.
"My name is Mjolnir of Berserkers, did you not sense me approaching? My aura puts you White Moon senshi on guard... most of the time."
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2015 4:11 pm
"Okay, so we both agree that we're okay. good good. But I swear, if you pass out on me due to being beat up or having brain damage or something, I'm going to call 911 and then leave your a** before I'm blamed for it." Covering his own tracks first, that was the plan. He'd be damned before he got into juvie!
"Chara of.. Chocolate. Yup. Chocolate. Got some poster child willy wonka looking wanna be stuff going on here, don't I? Just gotta laugh it off otherwise I'd cry about it. And ******** all before i cry!" Wait.. Something she said just didn't sound right. He really.. Really didn't want to seem like he didn't know anything, but if she wasn't going to start smacking him around, might as well ask. If they were going to fight, they'd fight later. He'd win, he knew he would, if only because she was already kinda beat up. That was never any fun though, fighting when someone was already hurt. It was like kicking a puppy. Chara was a d**k, but he wasn't cruel.
"Uh.. Yeah. I guess you do feel off, but it's not like the Negaverse Bastards, who are like 'Oh, look, there's a kid minding his buisness, let's go kill him!' It's more like.. I don't know how to describe it without offending. What are you anyway?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2015 4:01 pm
"I won't and you most certainly will not be blamed. If nothing else, nobody would care about my physical state. I do not say that for sympathy, I am just saying there will be nobody who would blame you for my condition. I am a rogue in every sense of the word and that does not make you many friends." She explained with a small sigh, as a DMC she was an outsider. As a civilian girl she was homeless and without a family or friends. She had accepted long ago that if she left this world nobody would care. It was the fate she had picked for herself, and the burden she had to bare as consequence for turning on her court.
"Besides, these injuries were self inflicted - a drawback of my power. A Berserker draws strength from her pain." She sometimes wished she had a more magical sphere, one that meant she could shoot rainbows and sparkles from range. Then again, that might not be as useful as what she had - it was rare to find a completely close range, physically orientated senshi. It often put her at an advantage to those who were used to shooting from a distance and fleeing... when she caught them of course.
She raised an arched eyebrow at his statement, no she would not attack a child in the streets but she had seen that happen so many times before. It left a sickly feeling in the pit of her stomach. "No I am not like that. However that does not mean that some of my court wouldn't attack someone because of their colours... or because they could." She finished, before carrying on to answer his question.
"I am a Dark Mirror Senshi, or more so a Rogue one. I am part of my court by the corruption that joins us, though I am fighting for my own ideals. I am actually looking for allies in the White Moon, who will help us defeat the Negaverse.....
...I think it will take me a while to explain things to you. If you have never met one of my kind before.... I do not want you to believe that we are all as I am...
It is complicated."
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 7:17 am
For a long as the DMC senshi spoke to him, Chara showed incredible restraint as he tried to keep from interrupting her. But the more she spoke the deeper his 'already less than ideal' scowl got. Eventually he crossed his arms across his chest and and gave her a look that went 'really? REALLY?'.
"So wait wait wait.. Okay, You're saying that you've defected from your... Court, Allegiance, whatever, right? And you want to find more People like me to help YOU defeat the Negaverse, right? Okay, I'm all for that, but why don't you just, you know, not BE whatever you are, and join the other side? Do you need a liaison or something first?" What Senshi did he even know that could do something like change people... He supposed he did know Vulcan, and she was pretty high up there.. Hell, she even had those fancy butt wing things. Damn, everyone he knew so far were really new and weak, weren't they? He really shouldn't be giving advice to strangers when he often didn't know what the ******** he was talking about.
"It makes sense, right? That you can stop being on that side and defect to the other? I mean, we're all the same inside from what I can tell, the only difference is that light and feeling we give off. Why wouldn't you be able to change it?"
T e b i k ii Chara doesn't actually know anything about purification. He just knows that it makes SENSE that something like that would exist.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 5:03 pm
"Some might, there are members of my court who have gone through the purification process and joined the White Moon." She mused, a clear flash of hurt came over her golden eyes. Her chest ached, so much so she held her hands over it. She envied them the freedom to do so, but pitted them the concequences. She had lost everything once without choice or reason, for those to give it up willingly - it was never something she understood. Sacrificed must be made, but it was a shame one had to give up so much for their ideals. What did they ever do to deserve that? Maybe if there was a God, it was his way of making them repent for their sins. There punishment for being dark, monsters.
"However, I once was White Moon. My corruption was forced, and it has done a number on my starseed. It means I can not go back, those who swap sides twice - their power is capped and their starseed wretched. If I was to purify, I would be too weak to have any use in the war. I can not be of any help to the White Moon like that." She was a warrior first, that is who she was and it meant that power was something she needed to maintain. She could not protect anyone if she was weak. "I had darkness thrust upon me and it took away everything. The only option I have now is to harness that darkness, and use it to destroy itself. I will rip chaos apart from inside its own chest cavity if I have to."
Those sad eyes of her flashes with a carnal rage at the words, drove by hatred Mjolnir would single handedly break the Negaverse it it came to it. Or she would fall trying.
"As I said. It is very complicated. And not all the pieces are in my favour."
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2015 6:08 am
"Damn.." While she spoke Chara just watched on in awe, observing the myriad of emotions the woman before him went through in the brief time she spoke. She was so intense, but with a great reason to be so. Her entire world seemed so sucky and filled with spite that even Chara was surprised at her rage.
"Well s**t.. Isn't there something you could do? I mean, yeah, you could stay the way you are, but isn't that making you miserable? You could alway swap again, but be like, an intelligence broker or something, right? As bullshit as this war is, it can't be won by brute force alone, right? You have to have some sort of smarts around. So can't you be the smarts. " Wait.. Wait, she did say she was all physical, right..? Maybe... s**t, maybe she wasn't all that good at smarts...
"Wait, wait.. What about doing a whole spy thing then? Like.. Instead of being all pissed and s**t at the Chaos people out right, Couldn't you be like, a double agent? Be all like nice and friendly with these assholes, then be like "******** off" and come back to the Order side with information? Unless you've already made some sort of bad name for yourself.. Naw, Naw, I'm sure we can think of something!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2015 7:00 am
"Does it really matter if I am miserable?" She asked, holding her arms and letting out a small sigh. She had stopped caring a long time ago, there was no point dwelling on it beyond a certain point. She had one mission, one job and she fully expected to fall in the execution of it.
"No it can't be won by force alone. That is why we have the leaders, the public speakers, the spies and the healers. However I am none of those, I have one ability - and that ability involves liquefying skulls with my fists. It is a power that harms, and that is all I will ever be able to do with it."
She smiled at his words, she supposed she already had made a bad name for herself. He was young, and so full of questions, hopes and answers. "I am recruiting allies, when the war between the Dark Mirror and the Negaverse surfaces, and it will. I want to know that they will be those who came to our aid. We are a small group, and a lot of us are either blinded by false promises or under the thumb of chaos because they know our secrets and identities. However cracks are starting to appear and we have to take it on ourselves to decide our own fate. I chose to protect this city until the end, I will never know my home-world, this is the one I have always known and I will not have it fall."
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 8:41 am
"You're damn straight it matters if you're miserable or not. It's the one thing you CAN control! Okay, not if you're suffering from depression or another mental health issue, but that's why there's people who and medicine to help!" Chara really, REALLY wanted to say that he disliked people who acted like that, but he could never really tell true depression from mopeiness.. But dammit it it sucked! And how the ******** did they expect him to help if they wouldn't let it.
"Above all else, you're human, Right? You don't look like one of those freaky a** things that are over the place!" He took a few steps forward and poked her shoulder just a bit, maybe a little harder than he meant but ******** it.
"Human flesh, yup, feels like it, so dammit, sometimes you need to put yourself first! The world isn't going to go to s**t in a week, you know? And who the ******** do you think you are putting all this on yourself? Wonder Woman? Some Goddamn super hero? Nope, you're just like every other ******** out here fighting! Except from what you're saying, you're only thinking about others and that s**t is just going to burn you out!"
He stepped back a bit, just incase she was one of those people who got really irritated when he opened his mouth. Okay, that was pretty much everyone. He stepped back a bit just in case she was one of those people who got really irritated when he opened his mouth AND was likely to punch him. From all that this Dark Mirror Senshi said, she could probably pulverize him to death if she really wanted to.
"And hell, if the world does start to ******** itself up during a week of you, you'll be better cuz you actually are rested and took care of yourself for atleast a little bit of time. Besides, who's going to join someone who doesn't look more... Uh, Presentable. Saying "I NEED ALLIES" looking like you got the s**t knocked out of you isn't the best slogan now, is it?"
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