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kuropeco

Dramatic Marshmallow

PostPosted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 1:20 pm


He was not an experienced senshi.

This much was becoming more rapidly apparent the more that Thrymr attempted to perform his nightly duties. The youmas that came lurking out of the darkness were always black and oozing and shadowy, sometimes with too many teeth, other times with an abundance of limbs - and Thrymr had learned far too quickly just how ill adapted he was to fighting. Small and slender, he had the advantage of agility on his side,stemming from years of dancing - but this could only get him so far. Dodging was fine, until one ran out of either stamina or space or time. And Thrymr had learned his lesson at least twice now, staggering back to the apartment with more than a few bruises across his body, trying to hide them by the next day.

Or maybe he hadn't learned his lesson after all, because he kept going back.

He was back now, in an empty alleyway beside a club. It was not the same club as the one he'd been to with Colin, but something a little more higher ended. The silhouette of a wine glass on a red background was lit up on the side of the building, with Blush written in elegant script along the bottom of it. Thrymr wasn't familiar with what it was, but the black double doors at the front were guarded by two rather large men, and heavy music could be heard pounding out from the walls, something catchy and low.

He hadn't yet picked up on any power signatures, but, then again - Thrymr wasn't entirely used to feeling them in the first place.


ivynian
PostPosted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 11:01 pm


Rank provided the privilege of simplicity- as a General, she'd long since ceased needing to touch people to drain them. It was good to practice the fashioning and bending of the chaos into mundane forms, the crystal and the leys, to siphon from a radius around themselves. She'd chosen matchbooks, old fashioned for the current clime against smoking, but not out of place or obtrusive in a club. It had taken all of one dance and one walk around the place dodging dancers and milling socialites to reach the bar to canvas. She was on her way out, the place would be open well near to sunrise for picking up the energy gathered, when she felt the signature coming near.

General Schörl paused in the hall out to the front, pulling her pipe from breastpocket, tamper, and leather wallet of pipe tobacco to wait time with. Will the rabbit run, or will it come hither?

Moments passed, and the signature came on, small and bright to huddle near what must have been near to the street, or the unseen front of the building. She'd find out soon enough, bringing her precipice of the abyss inch by inch closer to the stand of his feet. Her pipe was ready for lighting, so she put the stem between her lips and fished out a matchbox. The general strolled by the bouncers, pushed the double doors open and out passed into the late airs. She paused in the street, heedless of the possibility of traffic, of which there was none on the horizon, striking a match-head to hold cupped while pulling in puffs on her Peterson. Cavendish filled the air around her.

Once the pipe was lit, she spoke around it to the buildings, lights and parked-in cars, "Alle, Alle, auch sind frei, my little senshi. "


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kuropeco

Dramatic Marshmallow

PostPosted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 9:09 pm


He'd stood still too long, had contemplated the possibility of what might he do for the rest of the night clouding his thoughts, along with his own uncertainties. Thrymr felt, all too suddenly, the wash of a power signature somewhere close by. It rose around him, strong and powerful, much more so than his own, and - most notably of all - not Order. This was not the friendly aura of someone who wished to greet him favorably.

A vice wavered out to him, unfamiliar, calm and collected and a stark contrast to what Thrymr was feeling, his heart in his throat. He rounded the corner of the alleyway and saw her - inadvertently, in his attempts at leaving, he'd stumbled straight in front of her.

His shoulders tensed, Thrymr freezing where he stood, though the expression on his face was a quiet, wary one, rather than a panicked one. It would have done no good to run, anyway - he was not a coward, and did not want to seem a coward, or that he couldn't handle things on his own. Aegir, Mont Blonc, Methone - all of them had taught him to handle himself, but it was rare that he did on his own.

He could smell - something - smoke? in the air.

"I'm not little," said Thrymr, taking a small breath. "Who are you?"


ivynian
PostPosted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 8:38 pm


The ridiculous bright colours, like an icy sunrise of salmon, orange and white, marked the small man out as much as the very stench of his aura in her mind. His attestation bordered between the sublime and the ridiculous, standing stock still like a rabbit wanting to not be noticed for a second. A basic senshi before a General, he was little. Barely over five feet he stood before her six-foot-plus in her boots, and he was little. Smooth cheeked, youthful, he stood before her three decades and he was little. Sore on the point, rabbit?

"I'm Death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To draw up the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim."

"And what name will be writ for you, little crown, little creature?"


kuropeco

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kuropeco

Dramatic Marshmallow

PostPosted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 8:31 pm


He could not comprehend the meaning of her words, no matter how hard he tried. Thrymr stared at her with widened eyes, his heart in his throat and his pulse beating its own song against the veins of his wrist, so rapidly that he felt as though he might lose all of his breath entirely.

He took a step backwards, ever so slightly.

"Thrymr," he said. "My name is Thrymr, of the Southern Lights."

His hands rose, clapped together as though to form a prayer (ironic, really - like he was praying for strength, for the ability to get through this alive, if that was even possible), and then opened once more.

"Heart of Light!"


Ivynian
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.
PostPosted: Fri Nov 13, 2015 3:11 pm


Senshi magic was an amusing glass canon, whatever their tier of standing. As at other times, the General was reminded that facing the fools was, when they were casting, a battle of attrition. They would waste their energy, puff themselves, and do precious little, if any, damage. In this case, the visual accompanyment was nauseating- hearts. Honestly. Little ideograph hearts the size of snowflakes pattering into her jacket, face and legs en masse like the personification of every 19th century Valentine's day card had vomited all over her and the street. No, not vomited, but was actively vomiting, as it continued, seconds on seconds. There was stinging pressure from it, like walking into particularly rough, post-storm surf off the Atlantic coastline.

Schörl gripped her hand forward and her cane materialized in grasp. Like the surf, she strode forward, steady and mildly perturbed, and dauntless. "Do better than that, Thrymr, of the Southern Lights. "

"A little glitter never stopped anyone from dying." As she said it, she sprinted, swinging the dragon cane for his legs.


kuropeco

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kuropeco

Dramatic Marshmallow

PostPosted: Fri Nov 13, 2015 11:46 pm


She hadn't even flinched.

Thrymr stared at the general with a mixture of stunned horror, his hands still outstretched, the last few waves of color ebbing into nothingness. His fingers curled into his palms, and he felt a sense of growing dread in the pit of his stomach; a cold, unpleasant sensation seeping into him.

He had to get out of here. He had to leave, somehow, and get out of here. Thrymr took another step back, but he was not fast enough

The cane cracked against his legs, sharp and unrelenting, and Thrymr went down with a crash onto the hard pavement, a gasp escaping. His palms scraped against the black, but he hardly noticed, instead attempting to scramble backwards on his hands and feet, his heart in his throat.

"Who - who are you?" he managed to get out.


ivynian
PostPosted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 7:06 pm


"O Fates, come, come,
Cut thread and thrum;" The General chuckled, following up her swing by walking swift strides to pursue his scramble. "You repeat yourself, little one."

"When you are walking along, alone or not, you'll smell tobacco and think of me. You'll catch the tail of neon in the glass of a store you pass, and know I might be there reflected back. Watching you. When you pull out your power, taking on these threads and this name, you will remember. I am out here, and my name is a whisper of warning. Too much and I will find you for certain. Find you, catch you, eat you right up, " A stride on her long legs and a stomp, aiming to drive her heel hard at his stomach to pin him.

"-for the engines of the Nameless immeasurable. I am Schörl."

kuropeco

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kuropeco

Dramatic Marshmallow

PostPosted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 7:03 pm


Weak, said the voice inside of his head, a chill settling into his bones.

Pathetic, it continued, along the same vein, as the fear followed, sweeping over him like an icy wave that made him feel as though he was standing outside in the middle of winter, facing down a terrible, terrible creature with no way at all to defend himself.

She was calling him little again, and Thrymr felt, all too well, the truth of that statement. He knew he was not as strong as some of the others, knew he was not as capable, nor as intelligent as those he spent time with - but part of why he was still here, still fighting to be stronger.

This was not how to get strong. This was not how to become anything other than crushed beneath the boot of a Negaverse general.

Her voice could have been knives, stabbing into him, the fear pulsing through him, ebbing through his veins. Thrymr kept trying to move back, but her foot caught him, and he let out a gasp of pain as the breath left him; and he would have curled up on his back, but her boot kept him pinned on his back, terror in his gaze as he stared wide eyed up at her.

"I'm - of no worth - " he managed to get out, voice barely above a whisper. "Let - let me go - "


ivynian

syrie
GONDOR THRYMR CALLS FOR AID
PostPosted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 6:33 pm


Trouble walked Destiny City as per usual, and per usual it found plenty of outlets. But the biggest point of trouble in the area seemed to come from a General's aura that was felt along the edges of Aegir's awareness; a wrongness that lay oily and heavy and insistent over his other five senses and called to him.

The curly haired super of silence had made for that flaring pool of Chaos, speeding up when he felt the smaller Order aura near it - such things boded only ill. A general against...who? There is familiarity in both...that scares me. He had to check it out, had to see if he could stop whatever horror was happening between the two energy signatures.

As Aegir came close, skirt trailing behind him and flapping in the slipstream of his movement, he got a look at the small figures - one standing, the other down and scrambling.

His stomach sank and the blond faltered momentarily: he knew those two. It was Thyrmr.

And Schörl. His personal boogeyman. A cold sweat broke out over Aegir and his legs went slightly unsteady, but the senshi pressed on because from the looks of it, the icy-blond horror-show was going to devour Thyrmr if he didn't. Almost...almost-- Then--

"Let him go!" He was close enough, no doubt she had felt his hurried approach, could see one she'd menaced before coming, but it didn't matter, Aegir cast his magic and sent the trio of glowing ropes out for Schörl. Despite his attack, the blond was as desperate to get away from her as he was to get his teammate free.

Even touching her with his magic made his skin crawl and the symbol scarred into his palm burn anew, ice and fire all at once. "I won't let you hurt him."


kuropeco
U RANG? (also sorry, i am fail ;-; )

ivynian
OH HALLO DO I KNOW U? (see above statement about fail D: )

Syrie

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Ivynian

Cat

PostPosted: Sun May 01, 2016 9:41 pm


An Order signature thrilled brilliant and blinding through her extra sense. She answered the plea aimed up as the signature drew nearer. “ ‘Let’ is exactly the truth, Little Fireflower. A new suitor comes for you, it seems. If you want them and yourself to live, you will lie quiet and give up your energy. A simple tithe. And then you will be free.”

She waited, grinding the boot idly against the boy. Her mouth slashed a smile across her face as Aegir of all people burst onto the seen. Aegir, with his gifted scar. Aegir who sent out magic of ropes again to wrap around her. Ropes that allowed no sound to provide a voiced answer, other than her grin, to his challenge. A little late for that my dove, my love. He’s hurting already. And what will you pay for him? Your other hand? Your energy? Some entertainment? What do you press into the gaoler’s palm in order to buy a pillow for your bed, a candle for the night before your execution? Or his.

She extended her free hand, the one not holding cane and roped, or her neck and waist. Schörl pointed at him with her finger, then turned the hand. Curled the finger rhythmically in beckon. Come closer. Come here.

kuropeco

syrie
PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2016 3:42 pm


Through the icy terror that seemed to settle heavy through his veins, Thrymr felt the Order signature burst into being. It felt like heat, like a familiar warmth that seemed to cascade over him, soothing each ragged breath that escaped as the general's boot dug hard into his chest.

Aegir. It was Aegir.

Prince, the prince come to save him -


At the angle he was at, Thrymr could not see the full extent of Aegir's face, but he saw brief glimpses of it, of pale skin and wide eyes. He felt the breath constrict in his throat and pushed against the woman's boot, trying to dislodge it from his torso.

"Aegir - " he gasped out. "No - "


ivynian

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kuropeco

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Syrie

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PostPosted: Mon May 16, 2016 1:05 pm


Her grin. He could remember it so well, in his nightmares, tucked behind thick shadows; warm breath against his ear, the feel of that sadistic smile telegraphed through physical contact. He dropped the ropes when she extended her hand at him, her intent obvious: Either Aegir gave himself over, or she would crush Thyrmr. It was a terrible situation to be in - at Schörl's mercy again...but what choice did he have, really?

She was a general, stronger all around. Sure, he could have tried to jerk her off her feet, but that might cause damage to his friend; Aegir was stuck between a rock and a hard-place. Schörl had Thyrmr under her boot. Sweet Thyrmr, who was struggling to get free, who said his name with panic tinged tone. "It's okay, Thyrmr." It wasn't, but at least he could say it without a tremor to his voice.

She had him.

"Let him go, Schörl. Drain him if you've gotta, but let him go and I'll stay." Would she even want to make the swap? Was there any reason he should think that the general would be more interested in him than in Thyrmr? She'd rather play with me, seems the sort to like reinforcing her hold. But what will she do this time? Aegir shuddered, empty fists clutched at his side and knees quaking, but he moved closer as the General wanted.

Really, he had no choice if he wanted to save Thyrmr.


Ivynian

kuropeco
PostPosted: Thu May 19, 2016 12:48 am


Aegir's drained color was beautiful in the garrish light thrown by the city around them. The more experienced senshi dropped his magic's hold, having weighed his options to a nicety. Ahh, so sweet to hear the sound and memory of my name. You learned it well. Tell him a hundred more lies, little godling. Little Aegir. "He prays to you, and it will be okay. I see. "

This dainty is known and dear in some individual way? Just friends and so you care, as the White Moon likes to do? Good friends? Lovers? Team mates? Mysteries, mysteries!

She did not need contact to drain energy. She did not need to limit herself to a single target either, with a General's rank to her name. She left her hand up and in it gathered the energy from the both of them with a focus of knifepoint will. "A good trade, pet, a well learned place. The question left, though, is your second hand, or one of his? Or...."

"Or. When this energy is mine, you fall on the ground beside the Southern Lights. Gather him to you. Tell him it will be alright, again. Just that. Pretty prayer which you can grant him again and again out here in the dark. The choice is yours, Thyrmr. A scar, a scar, or a lie. "

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kuropeco

Dramatic Marshmallow

PostPosted: Mon May 23, 2016 11:11 am


He should have known Aegir would do something like that - try and sacrifice himself to save his teammates. Even pinned to the ground by the general's boot, Thrymr's eyes widened, his heart beating faster than ever as he pushed at her fruitlessly.

And he felt the pull of energy, the drag of it making him gasp, his body trembling. Thrymr sucked in a sharp breath that hurt, his eyes stinging with tears he he did not want to shed, that he did not want either of them to even see shimmering in his vision.

"Don't - " he managed to get out, swallowing hard. "Don't - touch him, please, don't - don't hurt him - "

He remembered all too well the nightmares that Aegir had, and though the context was unclear, Thrymr was not about to give him more.


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