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 Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 1:37 pm
There were still faint scrapes on Chrysocolla's neck, bruises on her limbs where she'd been clumsy and made mistakes in jumping, but things were going better. She was getting stronger. Today she'd taken a hairband with her after powering up, scooping the massive amounts of hair back into a loose ponytail to make it less likely to tangle and catch on things -- and oh, that was an Order signature. Senshi. Third stage. She'd never met a third stage before, not a Senshi one; so she called her magic to hand and stayed low for a second -- contemplating. Thinking. Breathing gentle and calm.
The signature moved, but not towards her. ...but she had a duty to the Negaverse, Chrysocolla did. She needed to find out who this was and update the Database. Know your enemies.
She was across the rooftops and onto the one of her target in one quick moment, and then Chrysocolla breathed in sharp - because she recognized that build and those tattoos. She recognized that hair color.
...Kerberos hadn't been at the meeting Amphitrite had organized.
This couldn't be true. But it had to be.
"Kerberos, what the <********>," Chrysocolla said, and her magic dropped from nerveless hands to shatter into glitter on the rooftop.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2015 12:04 am
Kerberos was, so far, two for two on the "people he used to know being really unhappy to see him purified" front. He winced, and turned, so that he was face to face with the corrupted Super. He had felt her coming, but there was no fear of the Negaverse left in him, not now. The worst they could do was drag him back, and he would die before he let that happen.
"Hey, Warhol," he said, and his voice was sad. He reached up to run his hand through his hair. "I don't want to fight you. Please don't make me fight you." That was literally the worst thing he could think of. There was no one he wanted to punch less than Warhol, corrupted or not.
At least she had burned a use of her magic on the beginnings of threatening him, not that it was much of a threat.
"I had to get out." Not a proper explanation. Not what she deserved. "I couldn't be the Negaverse's chew toy anymore."
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2015 3:04 pm
"My name isn't Warhol," she practically growled; the scared teenager was prevalent in her face, not covered with anger yet. She'd trusted him. He'd been the first corrupt, the first one-like-her, to say hello. And now he'd done -- this? She'd thought he was good, thought he was reliable, thought he was kind - but no. None of that was true. That was clear. "My name is Chrysocolla. Since October. When...? Why would you do this?" She was eerily close to tears, shoulders stiff.
But she looked better than she had, when he'd seen her last. That was impossible to deny. Clean-haired, with the definition of muscle slowly showing up, with bright eyes: she looked good. Healthy. Taken care of.
"You have to come back, please - they'll hurt you over there. They did it to me, too. I don't want to see you get hurt...!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2015 11:03 pm
Kerberos looked immensely sad at her insistence. The Negaverse had gone so far as to take her name - how terrible and tragic was that? "Sorry," he said, though he wasn't really apologizing, "Chrysocolla." It bit, to call her by a mineral name. But it was hers, and if that was what she wanted, he wasn't going to start a fight over it. "I...purified, in September."
It would have been so much easier if she still looked sickly and ad, instead of healthier, under the Negaverse's watch. But they liked their soldiers healthy. For a certain definition of the word. And he was sure he didn't look nearly so good, not when he had been pushing himself far too hard.
"I can't go back," he said, and then he took a breath, and a step forward. "It was never Order who hurt me." It was as simple as that, a bold line drawn in the dark of Negaspace. "It wasn't Order who locked me in a dark cell in Negaspace for two weeks while I rode out withdrawal symptoms - which can be fatal, by the way. I could have died. It wasn't Order who kidnapped a friend of mine and put nails through her feet - that was the Negaverse. It's always the Negaverse." Under other circumstances, he might have wanted to protect someone as young as her from those horrors - but no. Let her imagine them. Let her think about what it might have been like for Hvergelmir, with nails driven into her feet. Or how terrifying it had been for him, in that horrible dark place, not sure if he was going to live or die.
"That's why I did this. That's why I had to get out."
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2015 5:47 am
"Order trains teenagers to murder," Chrysocolla spit, her voice shaking. "I killed two goddamn people before I joined the Negaverse. Fifteen! Fifteen years old! They never even cared, Kerberos, and anyone who says they do is lying - they left Amphitrite alone to die!" Even if she was right, she'd definitely been drinking the Kool-Aid -- and this was an ugly, ugly side of her Kerberos had never seen.
"Stop talking about the people who did that like they're all of us! We're not all like that!" Her fists clenched at her sides, and she took a deep, strangled breath. "Stop lying to yourself, Kerberos. I thought you were smart. I thought you were a good person. But I was wrong, I guess, about both of those.
Amphitrite's my sister, you know. I live with her. I have since August. But you wouldn't know that. You don't know anything." Her mind wasn't going to be changed. The Negaverse had provided for her when she was blank and scared and new again, and they'd given her everything she had, everything she knew. And that meant they had to be right, they had to be, they had to be - or else everything was wrong.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2015 11:11 pm
Kerberos inhaled sharply. "So does the Negaverse. Is nineteen any better than fifteen, to have blood so thick on your hands you feel like you're gonna drown in it? To sell your ******** soul? 'Cause I killed a hell of a lot more than two people n the Negaverse's service, Chrysocolla." She was angry and he rose to it, snarling like the dog he was named for. "And there were plenty of kids younger than me, there."
His magic itched at his fingers. He could make her regret her words - regret everything she had ever done. Make her feel, for a moment, a fraction of what he had felt every second he was in the Negaverse.
He wanted to. Badly. "Maybe every single officer isn't like that. But it was a General-Queen who organized Amphitirite's kidnap and torture. I bet it was a Captain or a General who teleported her out before anyone could save her. It was a General who locked me up - and who got plenty of other officers to participate." She was young and brainwashed and broken and memory-wiped. He had to remember that. He had to remember that the Negaverse had reforged her, and she wasn't going to see past that in a day.
"No, I didn't know. I checked the ******** out around June, actually, when the Negaverse made me hand over the last good thing I had." He brought his left hand up to his right wrist, fingers curling around Caledonia's bells. "It took everything from me. It took everything from you - and it'll keep taking, beyond what you think you can give. And then it'll take your life."
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 4:44 pm
"You're an adult at nineteen," came the retort, vicious and ugly. "You can make your own decisions. Children listen -- if Order's so good, why do they let so many of them go untaught, uninformed? I've met one who trained, and everyone else wanted to murder me on sight. My comrades are awful! I know, Kerberos! But at least I don't go after girls younger than I am and try to murder them for being on the other side!" Tears were in Chrysocolla's eyes, welling up and spidering down her cheeks.
She didn't try to incant her magic. At this distance -- it could work. But it'd been unreliable lately, rising her foes to fury; and with an Eternal standing opposite...it wasn't worth the try. "You can come back, Kerby, please...I don't want to see you get hurt by them. They're hateful... Amphi's organizing a team of Corrupts, I'm helping train a Lieutenant...we're family. Don't do this, you stupid s**t." The words sounded harsh on her tongue. Unnatural, for how kind she'd been always; acidic.
"They don't take anything from me that I don't give willingly." She took a step forward, hands balled into fists, fingers clenched tight but shaking all the same. "Don't be bad. It's not that hard. You were punished for mistakes, just like I would be if I made any, it's only fair! At least they care about if we get hurt. They do it to make us better. And we'll win."
Another step closer, staring right at his eyes, her own burning in hate.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 11:40 pm
Kerberos wanted to comfort her, once she started to cry. Chrysocolla stirred something, some barely-remembered flickers of brotherly affection and protectiveness for a girl not her, but very like her. A girl lost to the memories scooped out when he'd purified.
Part of him wanted to start crying a little, too, but that would do no one any good. So instead he took a step back, putting jsut a little more distance between them, as a preventative measure for his bubbling desire to hug her and apologize (and maybe give up and go back with her, but he couldn't do that, he couldn't resign himself back tot he Negaverse. It would be hell. Even worse than when he left.)
"They won't take me back," he said, softly, sadly. "I can't go back - I don't want to, and no General-Sovereign would take me. Laurelite would just pop my starseed out the minute I was in her presence. I was never that good of a soldier, Chrysocolla." The Negaverse was not magnanimous. The Negaverse was not forgiving.
"I saw what the world would look like if the Negaverse won," Kerberos said. "It was awful. Full-on Hunger Games totalitarian dictatorship bullshit, Chrysocolla. I saw it. I lived it." He'd fled it as far and as fast as he could. "The Negaverse only cares about the Negaverse. About the further advancement of the whole, of ts own power. They'll throw you out if you stop being useful."
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 6:16 pm
Nothing Kerberos said made Chrysocolla's tears stop: they just fell harder, harsher, fat drops of water rolling down her cheeks and splattering on her boots and the rooftop. Her legs shook, and she took a step to steady herself, shoulders heaving with her breaths.
She didn't get closer to him, when he stepped away. She didn't want to. She wasn't sure if she could.
"You could help people, Kerberos," she whispered, and her voice was cracking. "You could help me. Don't do this. If you said you'd be good, they'd take you back. Whatever you saw, it was all just some bad dream, I never saw any of it -- did purifying eat your memories of anything good we've ever done for you, with you, and only leave the bad?"
"I d-don't want to hurt you. Just...go home. Don't power up. Have a nice life, or something."Noir Songbird chrysocolla: professional crybaby
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 2:47 pm
Kerberos kept stepping back, desperately trying not to cry. He lost that fight - hot tears began to roll down his cheeks, but he forced himself to ignore them, to keep his voice from shaking too badly.
"I am helping people," he said. "I'm protecting them from youma, instead of setting monsters after them - I'm finally doing some good." She wasn't going to understand. The Negaverse had taken her at fifteen, had wiped all her other memories. "Purifying ate all my memories of everything but the Negaverse. And the Negaverse never did any good for me." He couldn't even count his sobriety - his imprisonment had left him with pressing, inescapable fears, and frankly, he would have rather stayed a sloppy, useless drunk.
A sharp inhale. "I don't want to hurt you either. But I can't do that." He couldn't waste Luka's sacrifice like that.Daekie PRECIOUS BABY OH MY HEART
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2016 4:35 pm
Kerberos crying really opened the floodgates on Chrysocolla -- she broke down into ugly, heaving sobs, face in her hands, everything shaking. It was too much. With one hand flailing for balance, she dropped to her knees, legs sprawled ungainly; these were ugly, ugly sobs, the kind that left your throat raw and close-to-bleeding.
She made no attempt to stop her voice from shaking inbetween awful, gasping cries. (Emotions were awful.)
"T-the youma hate us too, I can't, I can't do anything with them they're hurting - we are doing good, god, Kerberos, please -" It was a solid fifteen seconds before she could manage another sentence. "The Negaverse gave me e-everything."
"I don't understand. I just -- I c-can't understand."Noir Songbird the rp where everyone cries and feels bad, coming soon to theaters near you
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 12:46 am
Kerberos stood very still for a long moment, and then he took a couple steps closer to her and hit his knees, extending a hand. It shook with nerves, a panic he didn't want to admit to.
"I know, but at least..." Kerberos swallowed. "At least I don't have to pretend to fight with them anymore," he stared at the ground, and withdrew his hand, letting both of them rest in his lap.
"I know the Negaverse gave you everything," he said, very quietly, "but it took everything from me."Daekie i return four months later with feels
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 4:16 pm
"Just go," Chrysocolla choked out. "I know I should turn you in, okay? I-if you stay here, I'm going to -" she clutched one of her hands into a fist, tightening, as if to motion crushing something into a fine paste.
Well. She had always been a little volatile.
"J-just -- cast your magic on me. I won't tell anyone. Just, please, go home. Please."
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 1:16 am
Kerberos swallowed and stood up.
"Fine," he said, very quietly, "if that's what you want." He took a breath, brought up his hands, and whispered "Asphodel's Grief," and waited only as long as it took for the bunch of flowers to swirl around him and around Chrysocolla before he was turning on his heel to flee.
Hopefully his power would keep her from following.Quote: Sailor Kerberos cups his hands in front of his face and says the name of his attack, then blows. Asphodel petals fly out of his hands towards one target within eight feet of him. The target begins to feel regret, though the apparent "reason" will vary from person to person and it might even be something they would not normally regret. The effect is the same no matter the target's rank. This effect lasts for 30 seconds. Sailor Kerberos can use this three times per battle. Daekie fin and i am so sorry this has taken forever
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