Thought ##### faded to background noise and Ochre marched at an ask. He remembered leaving the facility in a rudimentary manner - it simply happened, and he existed now, and the demands placed upon him necessitated little more than the thought required to complete the actions requested. ______xx
If Umber said walk, he would walk. If ##Schörl said run, he would run. If Laurelite said kill, he would kill.
Life, it seemed, grew much simpler.
He couldn't understand why it proved so difficult be__̀__̡fore.
When he was told to leave the cell, Ochre offered no objection. He left, and Schörl teleported the pair. He left, and the world changed. He knew, somehow, that he didn't like it as much. It tired him to breathe the air here. It smelled dank and polluted. The trees wilted with their falling leaves. The street lamps loomed between the streets. The buildings stared back at him absently, as if they expected nothing at all. This place felt much too extraneous - too stifling. It did not welcome him as he thought it did ##fore.
His thoughts felt so clear.
I need to xxxxx away from her this _____ right can̡'̧t s̵̨͟t͏͡a͡y l͈̞͕͙ị̵̶̻ḱ͓̤͜͟è̱̪̙͡ t͚̠̪͕̝̮̎̓͛̽̑ḥ̖͆ͥ̅͐͒ͭ̀ȉ͈̱̟̄̔̒ͯ͠s̗ͣ͗̂ n͏̷̶̡̧e̡͜͝͡e͘͘͟͡d̛͢͝ pͨ̈͗͑̓̋̀҉̨͍̞̝̟͕͓̯͉͔̗̰͕͚̟̹̕͠ų̃ͪ͊̂̂́̓͂̔̃̓͑ͫͮ͂̄͏̨͖̗̩͔̮̲̬̖̀͜r̵̛̼̺̝̺̎̑ͩͬͫ͂ͨ͘͞i̶̯̩̟̰̟̟̮̪͍̱̯͆̒ͣ̃́̍͌ͮͯ̐͜f̸̸̧̦̫̝̖̤̣̪̣̠̝̦̪̬̘͂̐͛̂́ḭ̴̳͓̗̘̘͈͈̻͖̙̂͗ͮ̔ͨͤ̑̀̍̍͗͗̆̔ͯ͞͡xx____##-
"What are your orders, General?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 12:07 am
"There is an enemy aura near. Can you feel it burning bright? " Schörl surreptitiously stroked fingers along the wings of the dragon that headed her cane. "It is one of the Others in our territory. Blood them. Bring their starseed to me. "
"That is your prey and you are the hunter. " Are your eyes sharp? Glassy? Are your hands nimble, or stuttering slugs still meant for stone floors? Are you hesitant to see an enemy, or to swallow a bird wings-whole? The general tapped her cane twice on the substrate beneath her heels and then shifted into a pursuant lope to cut off any escape of the little light.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 6:32 pm
His duties had, for the most part, lead him not towards members of the Negaverse - whom he had been warned about, but never experienced - but youma, Thrymr's patrols usually ending with either an encounter with one or nothing at all occurring. He was still not adept at fighting; he still struggled hard with figuring out what he could do with his magic and with himself in order to defend and protect. The youmas were not always easy, either, and more than once he'd had to call on someone to assist him.
It was rather shameful. Thrymr could not always expect people to come to his aid, could not always rely on others to carry him through life, nor did he want to. Those closest to him were already strong, already capable, while he, Thrymr, was hardly able to just secure a hit.
But he couldn't stop at least trying. He had to keep going. He couldn't stop here.
There was, he discovered on this particular night, not one signature - but two. Both seemed stronger than his own, one more so than the other, and Thrymr could feel his heart beating rapidly against his chest, could feel distinctly his own shortcomings.
He shouldn't stay here and wait for them - but...but what if he didn't at least try to do something? Would they go off then, and do something to someone else, when he could have - well, maybe not stopped them, but maybe slowed them down?
(It was a stupid thought. He pushed it away.)
Thrymr hesitated.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 7:09 am
"I feel it."
What is xxxxx with me
Ochre started in the direction of the glimmering light without question. His steps knew no grace - rigid, jerky movements articulated the boy across the street before any modicum of continuity smoothed his actions. Ochre offered no overt recognition for the clumsiness of his actions. The redhead only forged ahead, forcing himself to crest a car before leaping over the parapet of the two-story café building with the cat face in the window. He froze then, and waited.
The wind brought a chill to it that he never fully actualized. While gooseflesh rose, he concentrated on the sensed prey. It held a brilliance that he ____ loathed in kind - an instinctive hate. He lingered not a second more when he thought he felt the proper direction, and sprinted once more with an improper timing to it that left him nearly missing his leap. Once he landed safely on the parapet, he lingered just long enough to catch a breath, and started toward the glimmering star once more.
Inwardly, a raucous dissent between Ochre and the youma grew to an impasse. He knew, intrinsically, that railing against the creature drained him immensely, and further attempts to throw its path would only endanger himself. But what rȩas͟on̢ had he á̛̗͔̜̯͍̭̯̯͞g̘̤a͎̜̕i̼̞͡n̷̫̞̩͙͔̟͜s̻̘̭̤̟̤̭͉̳t̢̛̳ it? His thought _______________petered ________________________out _____________________________afterward.
When Ochre caught sight of the pale-haired senshi, he spared no thought for introductions. A hand reached for the senshi's chest instinctively, as if a single gesture might end the battle without further recourse.
He wondered, then, but it left him.
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no need to proceed in order, esp if schorl is spectating
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2015 9:04 am
His hair, tied back neatly in a series of braids and pinned back against his head, was thankfully out of his face, though a few stray wisps of white were blowing gently against his pale cheeks. It was cool out here, colder than he had thought, a shiver chasing up and down Thrymr's spine, half from the chill, half from the feel of the power signature drawing nearer, closer and closer to where he stood, frozen in place.
He could still run.
But he couldn't, not really.
And then - he spotted him, coming along towards him, a flash of red and a dark, dull face with vibrantly red hair and pale eyes. Thrymr had a split second to note the black on his face before a hand was reaching towards him, grasping, and he reeled, trying to get out of the way.
"No," said Thrymr, and he kicked out, his foot aiming for the other's leg instinctively.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 1:57 am
The glaring message sprawled over his mind and the shock of it left Ochre dumb momentarily; he refused the blaring order by value of failing to understand it and his ankle jerked off-track with a firm blow. Ochre's outstretched hand retracted into his stumble; it helped little, for he found no ledge or wall or handle to steady himself, and soon danced across the rooftop in a handful of awkward steps. The impromptu ballet hardly saved him, though, for he soon caught one foot in the other and fell to the ground. Brilliant red hair snaked out across the tar paper in a baleful snaking motion.
Go, his instincts urged, and yet his body refused to cooperate. Ochre lay on the ground momentarily, looking at Thrymr, studying the boy, and yet his gaze lacked all indication of mental processes. It looked as if the boy was frozen in time - an android bereft of directive. And perhaps he was, in those moments, before the voice reiterated itself to a thundering, commanding decree.
Go.
Ochre wrenched himself to his feet in stuttered motions.
Get out of hxxx__________________________________________________________________
Ochre blinked once, twice, looked to the senshi in confusion, then seemed to regain control of himself while the night breeze whisked away the tension that left him sweating. Finally he raised his hand, palm facing Thrymr, and muttered beneath his breath. "Sheikh's Prayer."
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Sailor Scout Attack: Sheikh's Prayer Range: 8 feet Number of targets: 1 Duration: Variable Number of casts: 3 Ochre extends his palm out and a pentagram forms just beyond his raised hand. It glows, and a spirit-shaped energy curves and swirls out at quick speed in a straight line. Once struck, the enemy experiences mild cold-oriented damage (i.e. light skin abrasions and irritation) along with a sense of doom and cold sweat. Lasts 10 seconds. Can be dodged and interrupted.
Crap I realize I didn't copy over everything - I forgot this part:
If hitting a SENSHI... The senshi incurs no damage and no repercussions from being hit. However, Ochre is afterward allowed to cast one iteration of one of the magic attacks, up to the equivalent to his level. For example, if Sailor Ochre strikes Sailor Iris with his attack, he will only be allowed to cast one iteration of her Iris Rainbow Ribbon attack. His ability to make this one cast lasts for a 20 second window.*
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There was something distinctly peculiar about the other's movements; something that Thrymr could not quite figure out. He was not a senshi, could not have been - his uniform was not quite the same as the ones he was used to seeing, but at the same time -
He was just lying on the ground, staring up at him with eyes that seemed to hold nothing in them at all. Thrymr couldn't tear his gaze away, his brows drawing together, lips slightly parted as an expression of bemusement overtook his pale face, his hands still risen in a stance of wariness.
The redhead was getting to his feet now, jerkily - and then a second later a hand was outstretched towards him, and Thrymr had only a second to understand what was happening. A gust of light swept towards him, and he felt it pass over him as he staggered backwards. Thrymr's feet skidded and he threw his arms up automatically to shield his face, his hair whipping out behind him, sweat beading down his neck.
He opened his eyes a second later, stumbling a little, looking startled and confused.
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Heart of Light Thrymr presses his hands together and then opens them, palms facing skyward. An aurora of hearts gusts towards his opponent like a wave, and does mostly lightly bruising sort of damage. This is more of a short-range attack and cannot penetrate most protective barriers. This does not last very long, depending on the strength of the victim, 30 seconds at maximum. He can use this once per battle.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 9:10 am
Momentarily he questioned what he was doing, as he watched the young senshi stagger backward. Then he found himself wondering why he hesitated at all. A barely familiar rush pervaded him after the spent energy of his magic, and Ochre knew it as the second wind that came with a successfully connected attack. But even with training, the corrupt felt disconnected with his own magic; he spent a few precious seconds remembering precisely how to give into the innate mimicry.
"Heart of light?" Ochre stated, confused. He felt a very basic disconnect between his conscious perception and his body's seemingly natural inclinations. Hands pressed together as if in prayer, then opened wide in invitation, in which the entire gesture was lost on him. Ultimately it didn't matter; cardiac auroras sailed forth regardless in a declaration that he completed the attack properly. And much as he anticipated, his joints felt leaden afterward. While he could not gauge the effectiveness of the attack, Ochre felt quite spent - his eyes threatened to fall shut for quite some time if he didn't####
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The redhead's voice sounded bemused, his own words coming out as though they were a question, not a strong, unhesitating voice. And Thrymr recognized the words, because they were his own words, his own "spell," as he'd come to think of it.
"No - "
The reversed magic shot towards him, a cascade of brilliant lights. Thrymr staggered sideways, and it flew past him, though not entirely, part of the stream catching his arm and his leg and making him gasp with pain. He dragged in a sharp breath and dived, trying to remember the lessons he'd been taught, and swung a leg out and up, intending to drive his knee into the redhead's stomach.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2015 2:05 am
This senshi didn't go down easily.
In truth, Ochre hadn't ever succeeded in a fight against the White Moon. The breadth of his battles were losses, from the first time he encountered the metal senshi to the moment when he tried to defend Sandrine. He knew this. He knew he lacked the training and drive and physical prowess for a fight. And even if the Negaverse poured time and energy into bringing him up to speed, even if they found worth in him by his magic alone, it may not have been enough.
When his attack barely struck the target, Ochre lacked the residual energy to produce a followup strike. Perhaps if he did, he would've stood with the senshi's starseed i͠n h̷an͢d͞ and received accolades by Schörl.
Instead, he doubled over and leveraged his hands against his knees, enduring the lightheaded sensation that came of spending so much energy. H͝e ̷w͝antéd a̕n̕ ̀enȩrgy̵ ̀orb́, ͞ju͟s͡t͝ like ̢t̴h̸ę ̷o͢ne̵ S̢chör̛l̷ ̨gav͡e ********>, he thought to himself as he fought to straighten up. Try again. Give it one last go. Don't just let him xxxx w̧i̢n̛.
Ochre attempted the best impression of a defensive posture as he could muster. If this senshi knew any manner of martial arts, he knew he already lost the fight. But Schörl was waiting, and he needed to deliver something back to her. Even if he only managed to trawl a handful of energy from him.
But that wasn't such a bad idea.
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In all actuality, the only reason that Thrymr had not managed to go down just yet was only because of that agility that he had maintained over the years. His physical strength was severely lacking, as was his actual experience in doing anything other than dance, which did not help unless he was trying to get out of the way of something quickly. He felt weak and unsteady on his feet, Thrymr staggering back with a gasp.
"Heart - Heart of Light!" he cried instinctively, palms clapping together. There was a desperate note to his tone, wondering if it would even work with the fact that earlier it had been taken from him, reversed, and used against him, his own magic, a fact that made him shiver unpleasantly.
There was something wrong. Thrymr didn't understand the sheer lack of response, or why this person was simply just moving, eyes dulled, his movements jerky and stuttered like a puppet on strings. There was no real form of communication, no taunting snarls, or mocking words, or harsh demands. There was simply silence and the continuation of the impromptu fight, which Thrymr could not manage to wrap his mind around.
"Are you - " His breath left him in a hoarse sound, confused and wary.
"What's wrong with you?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2015 11:12 am
The sound of the very same attack he just called gave him reason to look up from his recovery, only to find himself struck and battered by glowing hearts. The corrupted senshi stumbled back, raised arms over his face to try to block the blows, and caught his own heel on the edge of the parapet. Further struggles against the magic sent him stumbling over the side, all bruises incurred forgotten, and arms now sent out in wild flails to catch the nearest handhold. Fingers scraped the passing brick and skinned off layers but he found nothing yet and he wrenched an arm out but caught the lip of a gutter that broke and down they both went until finally by some stroke of luck Ochre landed in a tree.
Thick branches scraped his uniform upward and gored their mark into his bare skin. He hung by the holes in his coat, staring at the ground that glared back at him from a healthy ten feet. Dumbly he stared back up toward the roofline while the adrenaline started to ebb. Pain bloomed not far behind. Ochre struggled between the pains of failure and his trussing by the tree until his uniform's remaining holds ripped, sending the senshi toward the ground.
He landed without breaking something, at least.
She'll gut you if you let him go.
I don't even know how I'm supposed to get up there. I'll have to go around to the other side. This isn't ____//good. He has to di̷ę.
And yet, the building loomed over him dauntingly. Ochre touched the tender bruising on his chest absently while he looked for an easy way up - one that involved significantly less work for a tired, injured senshi.
If there was one.
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The magic of Thrymr's attack had landed how he'd wanted, and the redhead staggered, automatically moving into a defensive position - but what Thrymr had neither wanted, nor expected, was for the sweep of color and light to send the other over the edge, and down he went. Thrymr scrambled after him, gasping in horror, and stumbled to ear over the edge, his heart in his throat.
Down below, he could see the young man entangled in the branches of a thick, gnarled tree. It was not nearly as far down as the rest of the fall might have been, which was of some relief - until he moved, and Thrymr's cry was lost in the thud of a body against the ground.
And yet.
And yet, he still was moving. Thrymr could not for the life of him understand what was happening, why this person was not crumpled in a battered and broken heap on the grass. He could see them moving, see the tilt of a head in his direction, but he couldn't discern what was in those deadened eyes of his.
He couldn't stay here; it was too dangerous, he didn't know what the redhead was. Thrymr took a step back away from the parapet, his heart hammering, and then, without a backwards glance, he turned and ran, not stopping until he was able to power down, safely away.
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Ochre tried to follow the subject, tried to hunt him down for what it was worth, but his wounds slowed him too much. Even after a jog of a hundred feet at most, the corrupt winced beneath the pain lacing his back. It felt as though the branches themselves crawled inside him.
He managed another handful of feet across the sidewalk and leaned against the very edge of the building. Cool brick offered no gentleness to his bruises and scrapes. Movement hurt just as much - and the senshi he stalked moved much too fast for him to catch up. He failed, then, and Schörl would see to it that he received his punishment.
Schörl... I should re̴t̷u͠rn̡ ̀t̕o ḩ̀̕̕e͜͢҉̶͘r̶҉̵̡.
Ochre hesitated, fought himself, hesitated once more, then started in the direction where he last left the general, where she waited and watched for signs of his improvement. He returned knowing she would find nothing in his favor, that his efforts in the Negaverse meant nothing f͠or ņow.
