Te uniform wasn't the same and even he could see how the years had tweaked his features, but even though it had been one meeting, a distant night many years ago, he knew the face. It had been crystal clear to him, twisted with rage and anger, and the last image his right eye would ever see again.
You didn't forget someone like that, and he sure as hell hadn't.
In the many years after, through rank changed and many world changing events that went unnoticed by the general populace, he had thought though te lack of gossip and rumor that Castor had gone. Part of him felt butter that he hadn't been there to witness and confirm his death, but it was something that feel to the backdrop of his life.
It wasn't until he was in this uniform and spoke with Europa to hear that this was not true. It was seeing it now during the meeting that made it really solidify and dig up that seething hatred, like a formate volcano suddenly igniting to bubble drag again.
Despite having a new energy signature, Castor's still made his flesh crawl.
As the meeting dispersed, Gevaudan followed Castor down the hill into the tree line, toying with the given Crystal. With his uniform blessing him with gloves, it was easy to handle.
Summoning his weapon, he gave it a few test swings. Oh how he wished he had his serrated blades again. It would make that white uniform look so pretty in red. Then again, there was a certain joy in blunt force trauma.
"Tell me, are the wings decoration or can they be ripped off like Leto's?" He said with a hungry smile.
i bet it would taste sweet.
He aimed his weapon and deliberate swung, letting the golden dog head go for the Prince of Hail.
Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 9:57 am
Castor was slow when it came to glamour at times. With some cases it was a matter of refinement, of just getting that one little clue that hit the nail on the head.
For Castor it came a tad bit more literally.
He was lucky at that, arm raising just enough to deflect the weapon from what would have been very likely a crippling blow otherwise. It still got him, a small trickle of blood falling down his arm from the few jagged edges of the weapon and a ringing in his ear.
At the gathering he'd wondered, he'd wanted to doubt, but- "You ******** cockroach." He hissed. "You disgusting vile-" He spat. He remembered enough of wolframite's acts, the monstrosities the boy and man had commited to know that someone had made a mistake. Wolframite did not regret.
Wolframite had enjoyed each and every moment he'd killed, he'd tortured.
Wolframite had been one of the worst of the negaverse, and someone had chosen to purify him. Someone had made a mistake in Castor's eyes. A mistake he was suddenly dearly wishing to rectify.
"You did it once Wolfy." He let the name come a hateful his. Summoning his form in a cloud of snow flurries and anger. "Flesh and bone- blood and guts." He wiped the blood from his face, a dark smear on tan skin. "I should have killed you that night."
Nothing like your phone refreshing to delete what you wrote. Ugh.
His eye went wide, moth parting into a beaming smile as the name of his former self was snarled back, kindling fond memories and instilling a sense of pride that despite his "purification," the Prince still could see past it to his true self.
Yanking the chain back, he caught it and held the skull in both hands, turning the dog up to face him. "Hear that? He still remembers me after all these years."
He touched his chest and titled his head in mock imitation of being profoundly touched. "I'm touched. It seems that one night was as memorable for you as it was for me."
He set the dog to drop again as he held it by a slack chain, and played with the crystal in his hand. "I ask because all you senshi are such special snowflakes and it's been a while since I've even seen you. Just like to know what I can look forward to."
Smiling at the crystal, he pocketed it before gripping the chain and twirling it faster and faster. It wasn't his old weapon, but the mechanics were all the same. He only had to account for te change in weight and shape.
"It's Gevaudan now by the way. Not that the title of Knight seems worth as much as General did in your backwards organization."
He lunged just enough to get the dog head to fly out, digging his heels into the ground and yanking to arch the head at Castor.
If it works:
Hungry Like the Wolf: When the weapon is thrown, the chompper bites the air as it turns into a wide circle. This doesn't cause physical damage as the dog curls into a sweeping arch to grab what it can. When caught in the circle, a black collar appears around his enemy's neck, chaining them to the spot for 55 seconds.
When chained, those leashed feel an overwhelming lust for something they cannot reach. The chain keeps them in place, preventing them from attaining what they desire. No matter how hard they pulled or struggled; they can't escape. This can could range from frustrated to hysterical that they cannot reach what they are lusting/craving/desiring until the chain releases them.
Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 6:15 pm
There were things Castor regret in his past. Looking now at the former negaverser he realized one had been missing in his attack. It had been failing to kill an agent. He'd wanted to back then, but hadn't been able to. And now he was looking at what he considered the disastrous after effects of the punch that only had gotten an eye.
His fury was rising along side seething hate, and as Wolframite, no, Gevaudan now smiled back, Castor saw everything he remembered of the negaverse ideals from the time of Charonite. The carelessness of human life, the disregard for who they harmed, the lust for death, and finally- The pleasure they took in murder and the lack of shame and regret in doing so.
"Queen's b***h." The old insult. The old wounds, the old memories ripping open like raw ugly festering wounds. "How many starseeds have you eaten? You still wake up, lusting for them? That high that only a thrill kill would give you?" Lina had suffered those. This guy- he'd been in the organization longer in all likelihood. As the head came at him, he let it him, takeing a stumble to the side before he roared, ice armor coating his skin.
"I couldn't forget you. No- I remember my ******** ups." He hissed, the discolored skin of his showing even under the thick ice armor. "I remember the ones I should have killed." He charged, all ice and fury and hate. There was Gevaudan- but Castor remembered. Castor never forgot the dead. He never forgot the look of the face of those who died while he'd watched, helpless to save them.
Distance was his friend. He learned from Castor that any way you got close to him, it could wind up being shred up in ice. He wasn't THAT stupid to forget one of the most important parts of his little life lesson from that night. It's why his weapon had become ideal. It had range, and then it had brutality. He had just been a stupid rookie lieutenant when he and Castor first met, and they hadn't fought before. He had changed, and so did his weapon, and it changed once again.
He knew nothing of these type of tactics, so it came with a gritted smile that the wolf head was tossed aside again, and while Castor lunged for him, Gevaudan watched the dog head arch around and turn around Castor, forming a loop before it went up and bit up at the chain.
Queen's b***h. Oh yes. He'd been such a good dog. They all had, and she disposed off all the ones not worth it to her. They had all been a tight pack. They all obeyed.
But he was off his leash now. Away from those restraints and the fear of powerless death. Free to do whatever he pleased in whatever fashion he pleased.
Being on the side of disorder wasn't so bad he guessed – if he could enjoy it's liberties too.
The knight of Ganymede dropped the chain, letting it hit the ground and once it did, the circle was complete. The ring formed about the knight, Gev shouted out.
"Bow –wow, a*****e!"
Underneath the ground, a golden chain shot out and went for Castor's neck where a thick, black collar materialized perfectly and snugly against his throat. The golden leash snapped on the large loop of the collar and went taut.
Cackling, Gevaudan moved closer, testing out the range of the Prince as he watched him, green eye bright and large as he took the sight of him in.
"You really didn't know me well. I never bothered to eat trash starseeds. I was a good solider." A good boy. "I gave them to my Queen. A loyalty of service your side can't ever expect to understand." The trash senshi and knights seemed to tolerate and live in without regard to any semblance of discipline and order.
He took the crystal out of his pocket and held it just a few millimeters to his lips as he whispered. "I only savored the ones that were REALLY worth it. Wiping filth like that from the world , from existence – now those were the ones you really wanted a taste of." And yet he still hungered for Leto's that just thinking about it made him salivate. The battery acid and electricity of a starseed searing its energy like boiling bleach into your insides. To think that would never be his again – to not crush a person's very being made his heart sink.
And yet he wondered if Castor's would taste cold to the touch. Would his tongue stick then to it? Did it taste like a blue popsicle – nice and sweet?
"And yet you don't see – you drool for it too.. That kill." He kissed the crystal. It wasn't the same, but it would serve a delightful purpose he hadn't even expected.
He had precious little time. He had to make this quick.
"Well I'm here now. Let's see how deep your teeth can sink?"
He stood with his arms open. "Here boy. I'll toss you a bone."
Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 7:48 pm
Castor had let his anger get the best of him. The man in front of him remembered as a negaverse agent, as someone who fought only with a weapon, not an ounce of magic. Now, Wolfy had magic. Gevaudan had magic.
Whatever mask of a name the man wore, Castor could hear that same voice, see that same expression. The voice of lust for power, for death. The look of primal hunger for a starseed. That unearthly gaze for something craved that wasn't all human.
It marked him. It marked him just like it had once marked Lina. Only Lina Castor remembered her face as she struggled to fight it, to hide from her hungers and nightmares. Gevaudan wasn't hiding it, he wasn't masking it- he was embracing it. Worse? He spoke of Beryl like it had been an honor to serve her, to be loyal.
To eat the ones who were most prone, the weakest, the most in need of saving from the darkness.
Castor did not hear regret. He did not hear remorse. He heard loyalty. He heard distaste for senshi, for order. Castor thrashed as best he could, a wordness scream echoing into the sky as he snapped back. "Twisted ********. You should be dead!" He hissed. "You don't regret it, you enjoyed it, I bet you miss it- You sick and twisted dog."
His own magic was far from his mind. No, he wanted to hurt Gevaudan. He wanted to make it personal.
"I was trained. I served under Beryl. I'm from the old order. Charonite. Nealite. You remember them. Your talk of the meeting……how long ago.." He paused, glancing behind his shoulder to the distant hill back to Castor.
"All I am now is craving. Aren't we now? You and I? How many have you seen die? How much of YOU have you left behind for this war? What is it YOU hunger now? What feeds the almighty Castor, Prince of Hail?"
His heels moved on the cold ground as he walked towards him. "I should be dead. I should have been dead over and over again." Wiseman spared him. He escaped so many senshi. Tanzanite saved him. Even Castor missed. Even Zinkenite gave him a second chance.
"Some people don't get a second chance. What do you think of a world that lets me have many?" He said, gritting his teeth at that one idea.
Of all the ones he seen die. Of all the ones that left him. Of all the good soldiers. Of all the good leaders.
Why was he still alive?
I should be dead.
He reached out, grabbing at Castor's arm. It was sharp ice just as he remembered, easy to tear through flesh, but he gritted his teeth. His hands were dulled by being broken, a gift from being tortured years ago destroy his nerves. Yet even he could feel the cold, and he gritted his teeth as he dug his bleeding nails into a scale of armor and pulled hard over and over, gritting his teeth that formed in front of him as the chill crawled up his arms. With each grunt, he pulled on the armor.
"This sick and twisted dog just saved the a** of your army going into the RIFT. You have no IDEA what you are even heading for!" He cackled as he dug his fingers, ripping back his fingernails and tearing his palms as blood smeared against the blue ice. "BUT I do! I know it all! I haven't served them without knowing!" He laughed as he pulled off the ice and looked amazed at it. So – lovely. All blood and flesh.
Tossing it to the ground away from Castor, he reached into his pocket. "Skin he said, right? Right? RIGHT?! Let's see about going DEEPER!"
Through the bloody tissue, he dug the crystal in deep between the armor, sending it like a spike down in the pool of blood and bone before throwing himself off and backing away.
"Thrash for me." Laughing, he picked up the ice from the ground,, smiling down at it as he looked at Castor flail.
"It's no starseed …..but…" He lifted the ice and turned it to where the armor had torn the skin, and dragged his tongue against it.
Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 8:49 pm
The pain was raw and real and everything he remembered burned in the back of his mind from memories he'd relived and buried. Lifetimes ago brought to the surface as fingers pried under the thick armor designed to crack and fall harmlessly away. Without the cracks they were bound to him, a second skin, magical yet not- the did not peel away or off. They were pried from him like they were apart of him. The magical tug to his core ripping not just physically in a way but magically. The armor was a part of him as much as any royal's magic was.
Yet he was bound and chained, unable to lash back beyond trashing in the others grip, magic binding magic, Castor the royal trying to counter a Knight who had put his power into binding. Castor, who's magic had a single purpose. Destruction.
"I'll kill you!" He was screaming. In pain, in agony, in loathing and fury and scowl. His was a scream of absolute hatred. The armor finally gave way and there, broken off, was his flesh, red and raw, blood vessels close to nearly broken skin where the magic had been bound to him. Splitting open here and there, deep red running down and landed on cold earth. His wings remained movement, flapping and jerking, desperate to pull him from the chains, from the bond that held him down.
Blue eyes shot wide as the once agent pulled out the crystal and something twisted in side Castor.
This was why he questioned them. This was why you could not save them all. This was why for some, purification couldn't be an option. Some were too far gone to save.
As the crystal began to drain his energy Castor could feel it. It was touching bone and sinew, worse, he knew what else it was touching. Him, his magic, his energy.
He snapped, screaming out the name of the one who he saw standing before him, hiding behind a mask of order.
"WOLFRAMITE!"
Energy, raw flooded the crystal as Castor fought, as Castor struggled in the binding magic. Soon, soon, no magic would hold him forever. And when it failed? When it failed hell would fall to the earth.
"YES! FEEL THAT?! YOU WANT TO TEAR ME TO BITS, CASTOR? WANT TO DIG YOUR FINGERS INTO MY ORGANS AND PULL ME APART? TEAR INTO MY THROAT, RIP OUT EVERY SYLLABLE OF AGONY FROM MY LIPS TILL MY LUNGS BOIL OVER IN WAVES OF BLOOD?! DON’T YOU WANT TO FEEL THAT? TO SHRED EVERY INCH OF SKIN AND FLESH AND DEVOUR IT WHOLE??!!"
"He…he…haha HAH HA HAHAHAAHA!!!"
Turning, he bite into the ice, cutting his own tongue as he tore off a chunk to taste cold and flesh dripping into his mouth as he watched the crystal change color quickly. Each second was a frantic devouring of the ice before, seeing the crystal fill, he tossed it behind him and dove, grabbing the arm again and tearing the crystal off, but not without biting the spot where it had left, just to taste the hot warmth compared to the cold ice armor from before.
To think – his insides weren't colder at all.
Mouth smeared, he dropped back and in one last movement, cackled wildly.
"NOW IT'S MY TURN TO RETURN WHAT YOU TOOK FROM ME!!!" He snarled and slashed the crystal across the Prince's face.
Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 9:42 pm
The world was a blinding white.
This was a state of pain Castor knew too well. It was that finely precise moment that your body shut off sense as pain lanced through you, as your mind failed to catch up to nerves and it couldn't process the intensity.
Watching Gevaudan devour the shell, his srmor twisted something in Castor. That was HIS magic. Broken off of him, ripping from him. It felt like a violation. No- It was a violation. It was an affront to him, to sanity, to humanity.
Wolframite was no more than a costume, a mask for a monster to hide behind. Now the monster just had a new mask, a new name. Gevaudan.
Yet the bite was just burning pain, it was the exposure of insanity that raced down into the core of the monster that went as a man.
No, the pain that turned the world white was the crystal slashed across his eye, vision gone in one sudden abrupt movement.
And just like that he could feel the magic that had bound him vanish.
His body stilled, as his arm... His bloody, mangled arm, gash deep and exposed, blood running down and pooling to stain his outfit, the grass and rocks a deep scarlet. His arm rose to his eye eye, looked at like he could not comprehend what had occurred.
"I am Prince Castor." He pulled his wings in close and holding up his good arm, the soft blue white glow of his crystal twinkled into existence. However, unlike when he'd shown it at the gathering, the glow was bright, and the crystal itself spun in his open palm, getting brighter and brighter as the air became steadily colder and colder.
"I bring justice down from the heavens."
He stood, bloody, eye shut with blood and an arm hanging limp at his side.
"But there is no justice for your kind Gevaudan." He hissed. "Your kind do not deserve justice." The crystal was lifted skywards, and the energy that rippled outwards was raw and primal. Wild and unconstrained. It was distinct- It was his power. It was the power of hail.
The chain broke, dissolving the color and leash. Reaching down, Gevaudan pulled on his weapon and brought the dog head back, taking a few steps back as he glanced up at the floating crystal that was summoned. Castor had flashed that power proudly back at the meeting, a glimmer of a power like showing a concealed bazooka when everyone else might have managed a handgun at best.
The cold that settled on him was not entirely from the temperature drop as the wind whipped about them, dropping the already winter air to below freezing.
Your kind…
He gritted his teeth as he narrowed his eye at him. Purification or not, he would always be considered a Negaverser to him. Others were soon to forget his past like Ganymede, Vallhalla, and Thraen, but to Castor, he wasn't about to let go of years of hatred and history.
They had walked through the war from either side. Dropping that much luggage was hard.
While the crystal now in his pocket was full, it in no way seemed to diminish Castor's power. Gev had hoped that it would make weakened him in some regard, but the crystal above showed an overflowing power the other can summon, and all he felt was a slash of searing hatred and envy of an independence from any other power but your own. Before he had Metallia. Now, wasn't he just some leech from Ganymede in some way or could his wonder ever accumulate that much freedom and strength?
His mind jittered between running now or staying. His tactic hadn't worked, but if this was Castor's power and this was merely Gevaudan's power now, then what else did he have?
The crystal felt heavy in his pocket. Wasn't that a key? Wouldn't that get him the death of someone else he wanted destroyed?
But in the moment he could taste Castor in his mouth, see the man strung thing to the point of murderous hate, and he couldn't pull himself away.
He wanted to go again – and again – and again.
Until there was nothing left of either of them.
"My kind IS death and you are a mockery of justice!"
And so he ignored the crystal and lunged, intent of using whatever facilities his exposed self could make on the Prince.
OPEN FOR OTHERS
Anyone in the meeting can happen on this rp as they were heading out.
For rp purposes, the post "The pain was raw..." post by vamps and on will be the cutoff of what others have heard.
In the end, this is just rp flavor for anyone who wants to just jump in for some drama.
Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 6:23 am
"Stop!"
First there was a great wind like a hurricane between the two - Gevaudan and Castor. Then there was Hawara, ill but also very much present. Gravely. He had a hard and stony scowl for both of them, but there was a hint of disappointment there for Gevaudan.
Did...did Gevaudan even think of him, before he went and did these things? First chancing his life with a threat against the Code, whom at the time they did not know's power, and now an attack against the Prince of Hail. Did Gevaudan even think about what Hawara would do if he were to... get killed.
"Stop," Hawara repeated, staggering. He was sick, and in no position to be intervening between the two (and no wonder he was sick! His attire was in no way made for winter! He had neither shirt nor shoes...) In fact he'd been told to go home, and had been doing just that, but something didn't sit well in him....and maybe that was the meds, or so he thought at first, but now.... Well, at least he had adrenaline to draw his strength from.
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Magic -- Hawara slashes the air creating a strong gust of wind that can knock lower level opponents off their feet, while staggering and pushing back others.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 10:35 am
“Oh my God...”
Ganymede really just wanted to get the twins, go home, go to sleep, and worry about all this Caedus nonsense in the morning. She'd not had enough coffee for this. Being obnoxious and bitchy took a lot of energy and left her exhausted. Large groups left her exhausted, because there was always a chance that s**t would blow up in her face.
Kind of like now.
She really should have known better than to think she could just walk away from a meeting without someone coming to blows first.
At first she was just going to leave it be. It wasn't any of her business, but then she heard someone shouting out Wolframite's name and decided it kind of was her business. So she grabbed Valhalla by the arm, yanked him back around, and returned to the scene. There she found Gevaudan and Castor, some blood, and Hawara throwing himself between them.
“Oh my God...”
First, she looked Gevaudan over to make sure he wasn't going to fall over and die or something, but considering he was in the process of lunging at Castor, she figured he was okay. Then, she looked at Castor and saw that Gevaudan had managed to hold his own rather well, which made her sort of proud, but also kind of grossed out because she didn't like to think of Gevaudan as vicious and murderous, even if she was pretty sure he had it in him.
She was also convinced that whatever'd happened was Castor's fault, because she was extremely biased and also a little vindictive when it came to people she didn't like.
“Put that away,” she said, eyeing Castor's crystal, “or I'll pull out mine.”
She inched toward Hawara, because he didn't look so good and it probably wasn't in his best interests to be getting between these two on his own.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 11:07 am
Corvus had no love for the Negaverse, but the idea of using their tricks to breach the place they had fortified made her wary. She had declined an energy crystal of her own and had been in the process of returning home (without Thisbe, who had accepted a crystal and seemed curious enough to linger) when the sound of screams reached her ears. Had something gone wrong already?
"Damn it all anyways." The Senshi of Vengeance muttered before taking off in the direction of all of the noise.
She arrived on the scene to see the sickly knight's attempt to break up the fight between... Not who she was expecting when she had heard the Prince of Hail yell 'Wolframite'. It was the knight that had spoken up during the meeting, offering them information on the Negaverse.
It made sense...
The princess and the sickly knight seemed to have the attacker covered, but no one seemed concerned for the Prince of Hail. Corvus had too many memories, still fresh and raw from her recent conversation with the royal. She had sworn no allegiances, but the part her that was still connected to those who remembered how everything had started felt a strong need to help him in whatever way she could.
"You're bleeding." Her face was pale as she took in just how much Castor was bleeding before turning a stormy gaze upon the attacking knight, ready to put herself between him and Castor if need be if only to keep the fight fair. "Old wounds aren't quick to fade. Some require vengeance to heal... But now isn't the time. What's wrong with you?"
So much for not making reckless decisions.
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Someone yelled out Wolframite's name and Valhalla turned to see who. Ganymede heard the same thing, for soon she was pulling him with her back to the scene of a fight breaking out between Gevaudan and Prince Castor.
He felt his face blanch as he watched, still too far away to do anything, but unable to just walk away. Gevaudan, and now Hawara, were putting themselves up against a Prince who was volatile at best.
Valhalla instinctively grabbed the pocket watch by his side. "Kyrie!" he called for the eagle to appear. She would put a stop to this nonsense if Hawara's wind magic could not separate the two. The name cut through the crisp winter air, but nothing happened.
Valkyrie still had not returned to him.
It took him a moment to recover from the fact that his eagle may have been killed by Laurelite and unable to ever return, but quickly swallowed his emotions and made his way to Gevaudan's side to help Hawara.
"Stop this!" he called, mostly to Gevaudan, whom he cared about more than he could ever for Castor. There were several times in which Wolframite had every chance to easily kill Valhalla, and he never did. Even with Wolfeamite's hand buried into the knight's chest, fingers around his starseed, he hadn't killed him.
Gevaudan was dangerous and Valhalla knew he still had a deep seeded foundation in the Negaverse, but he had also willingly given that up. Gevaduan and Hawara had risked everything to be purified, and Valhalla wasn't going to allow someone like Castor to kill either of them.
Besides, Castor should know better.
Valhalla reached for Gevaduan, wanting to take his arm and pull him back. He knew the risk of getting injured and didn't care. He'd risked his life for Wolframite before -- his loyalty to him would not waver. And he knew Ganymede would do whatever she could for him as well.
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