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 Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 1:29 pm
If there was ever anything that Thrymr was not experienced in - other than most of the world - it was in battle. He'd tried already to deal with youma on his own, though this usually wound up with him stumbling over his own two feet, lacking the proper training and technique to actually make a difference.
But it was not as though he didn't want to become better, because, if anything, this was what constantly drove him back to powering up in the first place. Already leagues behind the others - embarrassingly so - Thrymr had started slipping out late at night when Nadia was asleep, intent on trying to gain more experience, to keep moving forward, to do whatever he could to protect what was precious to him.
It was not easy. He could not have been further from strong, in spite of his quick feet and agility, and this was glaringly obvious in each and every step that he took.
This particular night was a cool one; the temperature had dropped several degrees recently, so that frost colored the windows of cars and houses by morning. Thrymr's boots made soft sounds on the pavement as he padded down the dimly lit street, bright eyes looking this way and that for any sign of a disturbance.
So far there hadn't been anything. All was quiet.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 8:31 pm
"I'm surprised you senshi haven't learned that being out alone is dangerous."
The voice that came out of the shadows was lower, a little rough in it's tone. With it came a sudden flood of chaos aura, if one had the sense to feel it. A figure stepped out in front of the lone senshi and came to a halt, hands deep in the pockets of her dark coat with its streaks of red and silver chains. Horns caught the light as she tilted her head, a small smile playing across red lips. "What are you doing out so late, Little One? Where are your friends?"
Cinnabar had sensed the small aura moments ago and it had drawn her curiosity, feeling nothing else around for long city blocks. One basic senshi out by themselves was easy prey for a General, but still worthwhile to pursue. Despite the urging of her instincts to begin circling the young man, she stayed where she was. There was no sense triggering his wariness right off, if her appearance didn't already do that. It was fun when they ran, she couldn't deny that, but she had to give him a chance first or it wasn't sporting.
He was a cute little thing, she had to admit that... all pale colors next to his brilliant fuku. About as opposite herself as one could get, really. And so short, for a man. It struck her as rather cute, even if most men fell at or below her own height. He was so small... it really was a shame he was on the wrong side. It would be nice to see if they could fix that.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 9:42 am
He had not been paying attention.
The voice that came out of the shadows was a lower one, accompanied by a wash of Chaos that swept over Thrymr like a physical wave. He stopped walking quite abruptly, his gaze widening, and took an automatic step backwards, the dim light from the street lamps glowing dully around him.
She was not a Negaverse agent - or was she? It was hard to tell, the dark eyes watching him keenly, the swish of a heavy tail flicking behind her, horns glinting. Some monstrous combination of things all twisted and warped together to form some sort of modified human, if he'd had to guess, to form a rather impressive - and frightening - appearance.
Thrymr watched her warily, and he hadn't run, but his body had tensed automatically, his pulse quickening as he took a small breath.
"I'm patrolling," Thrymr said slowly, and one hand had risen in a subconscious gesture, palm extended outwards as though trying to ward off something untoward. "You aren't...I mean, that is to say...what exactly are you?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 8:30 pm
The tall woman laughed as she began to pace forward, her black red eyes bright and unblinking.
"How rude... don't you mean who am I?" She grinned, her tail gently flicking from side to side. "My name is General Cinnabar. But, since you're curious, I'm what you could call a 'half-youma'. I'm an officer that's been merged with one of our servants."
She stretched an arm out, spreading her fingers to display the long, black claws that sprang from the tips. "Its a rare happening... you won't see it often. Actually, you probably won't ever see it again, if I'm being truthful. Depending on the answer you give me."
There was no patience to her tonight, no desire to dance around the ******** sales pitch like she so often did. Between one breath and the next she disappeared, reappearing directly behind the senshi boy. Her arms swept out and closed tight around him, her fingers coming to close almost tenderly around his throat, like a collar of steel.
"I have an offer for you, Pretty. Its pretty simple. You can join our side by choice... be praised and rewarded and pampered. Welcomed with open arms. Or I can kill you right here and now... because you were stupid enough to wander alone. Didn't anyone ever warn you about that? I'm constantly amazed how many of you never pay any attention to that good advice." A low rumble rolled from Cin's throat as she hugged him closer to her chest, her cheek coming over his shoulder to press to his.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 10:03 pm
He didn't like the look in her eyes - didn't like the tail that he could see flicking out behind her, didn't even know/i] what the tail was. She could not have been an ordinary human, and yet she spoke like one, almost looked like one.
Almost. But there were scales on her temple from where the horns, red as blood, protruded out of her skull; and her fingers seemed to taper off into sharp black claws at the tips, her eyes a mixture of black and red, unnatural and terrifying. Thrymr's gaze swept over her as she spoke, and one word came seemed to stick inside of his head:
Youma.
A half-youma. He knew all about them, of course, at least the youma, had even fought some of them over the course of time. But the possibility that they could be merged with humans was a concept that sent cold waves of horror and impending dread through his body, Thrymr's eyes widening.
His lips parted, a word ready to be spoken, but no sound escaped. Instead, the youma's hand closed around his neck, clawed fingers curving around his neck. Automatically he reached up, grappling with fingers in a sudden spasm of his body trying not to suffocate. Thrymr froze in place, unable to do anything except stand there in her "embrace," his heart pounding in his chest, his gaze filling steadily with the chill of fear and the ripples of confusion.
Join us. Wasn't that what Amphitrite had been trying to get him to do, as well? Join us, we won't forget you. Join us, the rest of the people you trust will leave you, anyway. You won't be remembered, they'll forget you, they'll forget all about you.
Thrymr's mouth opened and closed again soundlessly, and he swallowed hard.
"I can't - " he managed to get out - "I can't - no - "
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 9:38 am
The way he struggled was exciting. The desperate, weak grip of his fingers trying to remove her own pleased her. She held all the power in this moment and the rightness of that was almost intoxicating. Cin pushed down the urge to squeeze her hand tighter, forcing control over the instincts that told her to hurt him more, to draw blood. There were more worthwhile ways of hurting him, ways to make use of him if he refused to serve.
"Ah, that's a shame." She hummed by his ear. "You would have made a pretty Corrupt. At least you can still be useful after you're dead..."
Her hand slid up his back a little more intimately that strictly necessary, but once she reached the dip between his shoulder blades, Cin grinned and shoved. Her hand slid smoothly into flesh past bone and into that hollow area that wasn't really inside someone's chest, but somehow outside of it. In that dark space a small star shone and that was what she reached for, closing her fingers around it in a living cage.
It was amazing still, after all this time, that Chaos gave them the ability to do this. To reach inside someone and touch their soul... It was a heady feeling.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 10:25 am
He could still breathe - her clawed fingers were not so tight around his throat that it was cutting off his air supply, but it was enough that she didn't even need to tightening to hold him steady. Thrymr felt frozen in place, his breathing coming out rapidly, every rise and fall of his throat brushing against her palm.
"No - " he started to say, hardly audible, and the hand sliding up his back was nowhere near like the soft, soothing way that Colin's hand moved sometimes in the same motion. Her fingers instead trailed nothing but icy chills in their wake, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. "No, I won't - I'm not leaving, I won't - "
His breath left him entirely in a half-strangled, gasping sound that was not quite a scream and not quite a sob, but somewhere in between - a ragged, raw sound dragged from his throat. Pain and fear and panic warred for the primary emotion inside of him, none of them more powerful than the other, Thrymr beginning to tremble violently, his eyes wide. Tears had begun to gather at the corners of his eyes, spirals of a terrible, horrible sensation winding through his body.
"Stop - " he whispered, and he couldn't move, couldn't think. "Stop - please - "
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 8:28 pm
Cinnabar chuckled softly, her eyes widening till blacks showed all around the red of irises. Excitement radiated from her, growing the more he struggled. She could almost smell the fear coming from her, triggering every instinct that screamed 'prey'.
"Just stop struggling and give in." She hissed into his ear, leaning forward to bury her nose in the pale hair over his ear. The half-youma breathed deeply, taking in the scent of soap. "This is the end."
Cin tightened her hand around the starseed and with a jerk of her arm, ripped it from the young senshi's chest. A smile curved over her lips as the body in her arms went limp, sagging into her hold. Her grip relaxed and she let the empty body slide from her hold to crumple onto the ground. He was forgotten as soon as she let him go, all her attention on the small glowing crystal in her palm.
It was a lovely little thing, pinkish orange. She almost imagined it might taste like candy and it was tempting... she didn't even like candy, but the rush that came with starseeds was amazing, and it would heal the damage she'd taken from her run in with the Bull.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 8:43 pm
If he could have moved, he would have. If he could have made his legs move properly, if he could have shifted his feet so that they were not frozen completely, if he could have done anything at all, he would have - except he couldn't. He couldn't do anything at all except stand there with Cinnabar's arms around him and her face in his hair, cold laughter in his ear.
He wasn't strong enough, wasn't good enough, wasn't enough -
Fingers seized, and Thrymr was dimly aware of a roar of agony, of a fire screaming and burning throughout his entire body, and he might have shrieked, he might have cried out, or maybe it was just all in his head, because it was over in a split second, too quickly to even register.
Her arm loosened and then, with nothing to hold him up anymore, with no life left in the body, Thrymr collapsed motionless onto the ground and moved no more.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2015 10:00 am
Methone had been patrolling with her lovely handsome boyfriend when she felt the aura's of a order and a chaos mingling. Curious, and a bit worried, because something didn't feel quite right, and she couldn't put it her finger on it. She headed over to the two and saw a the moment when her heart would drop.
Thrymr on the ground, a sparkly diamond shaped object in Cinnabar's hands. Cinnabar, the woman she had been stupid enough to flirt with, when really, she was a monster underneath.
The monster held her friends life in her hands.
"Monty..." She rushed forwardm her bright transcendent eternal aura would be the only warning Methone would give as she went on the attack.
Whimsical Blue I really suck at battles guys
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2015 2:25 pm
Mont Blonc had not been patrolling alone. Not since Xenotime. He tried his best to act as unphased by the episode as he could, slapping on a smile and slipping into a constant flow of 'he was fine, really', 'it could've been so much worse', 'how lucky they were that Ploutonion had come along when he did', all manners of things honed to each of the people in his life.
He'd tried every night not to wake any of those people when he woke with a start, covered in a pale sweat, haunted fresh by impossible decisions that still weighed too heavy on his chest, aching with phantom specters of Xenotime's probing fingers and jolts of pure chaos. Kill, or don't. Die, or watch others die for his faults. Die, or corrupt.
So when they heard a scream - and when they arrived, and they saw Thrymr there on the damned ground, a shimmering starseed tucked into Cinnabar's hand, the first that Mont Blonc had ever seen - it'd been him, the last few times, having his plucked and toyed with, and he'd never before - that scream had been -
His skin pale as death, a sweat already gathering, there was a horrible moment where he almost froze - Thrymr was gone no Thrymr THRYMR GOD - in his own mind, he screamed. But outwardly, Methone's voice grounded him enough to keep a hold on himself, drawing a shuddering breath - the only indication of how close to the edge of hysteria he'd come - and taking a hold of his ring, mustering his aspect and dashing forward.
His intent was not to attack. He would if needed, but he knew by now that he'd likely only end up like his friend, broken and lifeless on the ground. But for all he couldn't scream, his silence might be a boon, might be the difference between cradling that starseed in his palm and failing yet another friend.
Quote: ASPECT OF SATURN: As servants of the planet of death, the ghost-like demeanor of Saturn Knights is incredibly fitting. They always appear somewhat cast in shadow and their movements are completely silent, making them masters of stealth.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2015 2:48 pm
Cinnabar felt the approaching auras grate against her senses and it was enough to pull her attention away from the starseed in her palm, her face curling in a snarl at the interruption. <******** Order... they should learn to leave well enough alone.
The General turned to catch a senshi girl rushing at her, her senses informing her of Eternal rank and that special sort of sickly, tooth-aching sweetness of the ones who glowed. She darted backwards to avoid her, hand held to her chest to keep her prize safe.
"Well, Hello Lite Brite!" She laughed before her grin faltered, a memory pricking at her. This senshi was familiar... but... she had been weaker before, hadn't she? And she hadn't glowed... "Look at you, all grown up and pretty!"
Cin lashed out with her free hand, her fingers curled to expose her claws and hopefully drive the senshi back away from her. Where had that knight gone now? She caught him on her peripherals but he was hard to follow in the darkness. The lack of noise from him was disconcerting, but just made it harder to pick him out with half her attention on the bright, shining girl in front of her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2015 3:34 pm
"I'm flattered you noticed." Methone didn't mind the pretty insults. She didn't mind compliments in the form of distraction. She had and always would roll with them.
She took the brunt of the attack, sliding herself close to the arm.
"You have somebody of mine. This time I don't need Castor to help." She smiled fiercely, "I can fight you." Her arm sped forward, in a quick swing to Cinnabar's chest. In attempts to wind the youmafied general and free the starseed of her friend.
Hold on Auguste, she willed. Hold on. Monty and I are here. Will get it back. Hold on, Hold on.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2015 5:51 am
What could he do?
The general was distracted by Methone, taking on her attacks and doing her best to fight her way to Thrymr's starseed, his everything, clutched to that woman's chest as though he were a treasure to be pillaged rather than a sweet, gentle man with hair that was soft and soothing beneath Lorne's fingers, who'd likened them all so adoringly to a storm.
It was not exactly anger that spurred him, but determination, the raw kind that came out the most strongly when he was trying to save anyone but himself. This was what made Mont Blonc with his fingers still in a splint, body still aching in more ways than he cared to admit, take the chance to move behind the general with her unnatural eyes, her horns, her -
Her tail, so long, whipping to and fro. The squire gritted with teeth as he moved, lunging to try and grab it - and if he could secure it in his grasp, to grab and pull with all his might. Yes, she was made of more raw muscle than he was, and was clearly not entirely human; however, in turn, this would be one of those rare times Lorne would use his height and what lean muscle he did have to his full advantage.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 7:33 pm
A threatening snarl curled Cinnabar's face, a rough, harsh growl rolling from her throat in warning. She was in no mood to deal with these two... all she wanted was to tuck this little starseed into her pocket and be on her way.
"This little one is mine now." She hissed as Methone swung at her, dodging to the side as she hit at her wrist and deflected the attack away from her center. It was hard with starseed in hand, but she was determined and experience. She was not going to give in easily. Lunging forward, Cinnabar slashed at the senshi girl, her lips drawn back from her teeth.
Sudden pain lanced up her spine and erupted as a screech, Cin's attention pulled towards the squire she'd lost track of. Somehow, he'd gotten behind her and managed to grab a hold of her tail, sparking a deep, boiling rage. Changing her method, she lashed out backwards, swinging a leg up and back over her tail. Like the time Schörl had grabbed that appendage, she took advantage of the fact her legs were longer than her tail to make sure he'd regret making that mistake.
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