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 Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 6:33 pm
On nights where he felt particularly daring, Scholomance strayed rather near the strange entity that made his home on the hill of the park. He did not ever enter the park itself - he had no need to - but he remained to watch and listen for the sensation of others who came to visit. Always order, he noted, from the recognizably soothing presence of basic, middling, and end-stage auras. How many were swayed to this stranger's story interested him, but never enough to address the stranger himself. No, Scholomance disliked the game he played.
The night was deep, and the gibbous moon shone bright for the occasion. The dead hands of trees produced their own gentle shadows against the grass. There was no need of streetlights here, on the outskirts, as he had more than enough light to see. Passing through the edge of the park to some of the sidewalks was simply a formality in intercepting these nightly visitors. His cane was also summoned, despite his lessened reliance of it for late, because doing so rendered him as less of a threat. He did not forget the lesson of Juno - a woman who, despite his auric presence, thought him a part of the Negaverse and responded thusly.
Scholomance paused by one of the street lights and leaned against its sullied brass frame, fully in view of its brilliant spotlight. It slashed the effectiveness of his night vision, but his intentions didn't require it. If the next visitor to Caedus was curious, they would find him easily. They would see him long before he saw them, and they would act in accordance without interference. Of course, if the Negaverse decided to pop up now...
But that was, perhaps, most curious. They didn't. Not a single agent had set foot near Caedus, even on a random patrol.
Of those that drew near to Scholomance, an eternal strayed closest. Come on, then. Get to the sidewalk. It'll be interesting to see what the elite of the White Moon think about this Rift invasion. Don't leave me waiting. Idly he rubbed his leg.Infinities hope this works as a start!
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 8:11 pm
She was leaving the park, having spoken to Caedus yet again. It was late, and she was tired. That was the only explanation she had for the fact that it took her a moment to realize that there was someone else there as she left. Instinct had her hackles up- if a Chaos agent found out about him-! She stiffened, taking in the weapon , and the lack of Chaos' siganature. A knight, then. or page, or squire, or however their ranking system went. She hadn't taken the time to figure it out- it hadn't seemed very important. The other figure wanted attention. They had placed themselves to attain it, and she had been so lost in thought and paying no mind that it was almost embarrassing. She was lucky in that it was not a Negaverse agent waiting there. Someone could have taken advantage of her inattention, and then she may have actually needed to fight. She paused, blinking her eyes over the other person and their little bone-cane. It was a morbid picture indeed for someone who didn't stink of Chaos. "What a very big smile you have," she called lightly, but didn't step into the light, lurking around the edges. "I wouldn't stand under the streetlight. Unless you were aiming for a giant target." She closed her eyes, and tried to tune in more carefully to the 'powered' energies moving around them. Just in case.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 1:37 am
The call from beyond the penumbra offered lilting humor, which was often used for direction. Scholomance turned his gaze more fully on the silhouette, which debuted the mask in question. "Isn't it?" He asked in return.
"I recall Caedus saying something about the distinct lack of Chaos signatures around him. Something having to do with his crystals, I think, but he was awfully vague about it. This is where he's staying, if memory serves." From whence the eternal came, he stared into the darkness. His damnable lack of depth perception within the light offered no view beyond a collection of thick trees, of growing shrubs that were only recently hacked back. A dirt path led into darkness. A paved one wound around. He wondered which this senshi preferred in getting to Caedus. Caution dictated the former, but urgency begged the latter.
His gaze turned to the shadowed woman once more. "You were trying to offer him food, weren't you? Yes, I think that was you. Interesting set of wings, by the way - haven't seen any quite like them. Not on the Negaverse, or the Dark Mirror, or the White Moon. You're a curious one." Scholomance tightened his grip on his cane, and rolled shoulders to dispel the stiffness of standing in place for so long. Taking weight off his leg demanded much of his arm and shoulder, which only displaced the problem. Perhaps he owed Caedus thanks for this strange ward against Negaverse signatures, else he might find himself in great trouble.
Finally the squire pulled the half-mask from face, revealing one very normal mouth with far less of a garish smile. "Scholomance, Squire of Saturn. Do you have the time to talk about Caedus' proposal? I'm certain I saw a bench not too far from here. I doubt anyone will find and attack us, if his strange magics hold."
Whether this new senshi intended to follow him or not, Scholomance desperately needed to sit - he did not wait long for the eternal to acquiesce before walking with cane toward the last known location of a bench. The limp he nursed grew noticeable through overuse.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 7:27 am
Wow, that face mask was even more morbid than she had first assumed. "Maybe I should have said 'why grandfather, what big teeth you have' instead." Scylla steped into the light to join him. Or she assumed it was a him, anyway- unless it was a youma, with that face, but she had never met a you a that was quite so conversational. "I was just one of a few trying to give him some basic needs. After all, after a thousand years wouldn't you like a drink of water?" she asked, keeping her tone mold and friendly. Presuming, of course, Caedus was telling the truth. Hope did spring eternal, after all. But if he wasn't- and she thought he was, just not all of it- at least she had been a semidecent fool of a Took. His comment on her wings caused her to tilt her head. "Maybe it is just because I am very old. I'm not the only senshi with something different from the norm." Scholomance wasn't wrong that her wings were unique, however. "I am actually impressed you didn't leap to accusing me of evildoing." Reaching up, his mask was removed, and she nodded approval. "There we are. Much less horrifying. I am Scylla, of the Kraken." Her eyes followed his limp towards the bench, and then she fell into step beside him. "I always have time for someone not trying to kill me. Saturn, you said?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 10:19 am
"After a thousand years, even my bones would be dust. But who knows, I might be stuck up on Saturn carrying on the longest, shittiest vigil of my un-life." Undoubtedly Blaine would have something to say about the span of a thousand years, though whether he still held a concept of time was a question unasked. "But you bring up some interesting questions. If he was created, like he said, then why machine an entity that relies on rudimentary sustenance for continued function? And if he is built to run off food like us, then how on Satan's sweaty balls did he manage to survive a thousand years in an otherwise inhospitable environment? Questions abound."
Scholomance spared a last look to Scylla's wings before taking a seat on a weathered mahogany bench. Joke's on you if you thought I'd jump you; I hadn't thought that far past the cleavage yet. "Murder's such a popular choice these days." Are the White Moon so full of fear and folly that they would attack their own based on wing color? Her outfit has dark portions, certainly, but just as much of it remains white. Especially the most important parts. What a useless rabble of renegades. "But yes, I am of Saturn - the death planet. Explains the offensive uniform, doesn't it?" Considerable concentration went into suppressing his reflexive revulsion at the bone accoutrements.
The squire parked his cane between knees and settled both hands atop its femoral head. He straightened for better posture. "To be honest with you, Scylla, I wanted a few opinions on the situation that Caedus provided. From my understanding, he is an engineered creature of a thousand-plus years that came from the Negaverse's stronghold. He tells us he wants to return home, and that he will open for us a gateway that would allow us a direct strike on Metallia. He explained that to do so, he needs several of his crystals filled with energy, which will drain on skin contact, yet not kill the subject." For effect, Scholomance withdrew the crystal he retrieved from Caedus. It still looked destitute of energy, and hollow in the lamplight. "I hope that's all fairly accurate, anyway." He peered through the crystal's translucent surface to view a highly warped version of his newest acquaintance.
"If you would be so kind as to provide your take on it, I would appreciate it. If you have other business, don't let me hold you."
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