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 Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2016 6:54 pm
She still felt some guilt from not going into the rift with the others…and she supposed that it was the guilt that was causing her to move towards the chaos aura that she felt, rather than away from it as she normally would. Whoever it was felt to be about her level, so she felt quite confident in that respect, at least. Though…what if it was Sanidine? What if it was her secret crush from the Negaverse. It wasn’t Merlinite, that was for sure, he was stronger than this…
Maybe it was someone that she didn’t know.
That was both a comforting and a very worrisome thought indeed. At least if it was someone new, Lysithea could do her duty and try to make things right. If it wasn’t someone new…well.
She wouldn’t have to fight, and that was a good thing in and of itself. Though, the closer she got…the more she was thinking that she ddint’ know whoever it was…and when the person was in view…honestly all she could see was hair. So much hair. Pretty hair.
Well. She didn’t want to fight if she didn’t have to…but…but she would if she did…maybe she should just go in swinging…? Or…
Or not.
“Hi.”
Nope. That wasn’t fighting. Sometimes she was just a terrible senshi. A terrible no good senshi.Daekie I did this thing for us. <3
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2016 12:26 pm
It wasn't much like Chrysocolla could go into most of the Rift anyway - and today wasn't when she had training with General Cinnabar. Since school had started, she'd steadily tapered off her visits to Negaspace: she needed all the energy she could get! (Well. For teleporting away from jerks, mostly. But homework was important too.) As a result, she had no clue about any of the nonsense going on in the Rift: all she knew was that it was probably like any other day.
Besides. What use would she be there?
Chrysocolla felt the aura approaching and mentally sized it up: White Moon. Super. Not fast enough to be aggressive, unless they were the honorable type. And there was a voice, right on schedule. "...Hey," she eventually said, vanishing her energy orb to -well. Whereever those things went. "What do you want, Senshi? I'm really not in the mood."
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2016 6:03 pm
The super senshi blinked and recoiled slightly. She hadn’t expected the…the rudeness. Aggression, sure…or whatever…but not just flat out rude. She had only said hi. It might have been guilt fueled, but anger suddenly bubbled up inside of her. How…what did this girl think she was playing at? Most of the time…if not all of the time, Lysithea didn’t give a damn what side people were on…hell…wasn’t she half dating two members of the Negaverse?
Of course, how would this corrupted senshi know that. How could she? But she didn’t even try to…well, to try.
“Not in the mood? Well, forgive me then. How dare I just come in here and give a friendly hello, I forgot that I should start off every conversation with an agent of chaos the same way, hm? Just hostile and bitter, the same way you treat us?” Her hands balled into fists…and she very much wanted to go right on over there and punch the mint haired girl right in her pretty face.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 9:35 am
"It's funny that you think you can try that when your people kidnapped and tortured me for a week," Chrysocolla said faux-casually, her teeth gritted, a snarl pulling at the side of her mouth. "I used to be nice, really. That's where it got me, and -- I don't have time for that anymore."
She was generalizing. She knew that. She hated when people generalized the Negaverse, but -- these types didn't deserve anything. They couldn't understand, anyways.
Standing, she looked at Lysithea with a disgusted look. "Maybe you were all in on it. You're all pretending you didn't know just to taunt me"
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 3:27 pm
Another wave of anger coursed through the senshi of unicorns, though this time it was mostly for the ones on her side. The bastards who had done the kidnapping and torturing that she had rescued Sanidine from…
“I had nothing to do with that. In fact, I helped one of your side escape from it, by sheer fluke, might I add.” Lysithea didn’t really know what to say after that. She didn’t want the girl to be uncomfortable, and she didn’t want her to be awkward with anything…
She deserved to be mad, this corrupted senshi. Of course she did. But she didn’t have to be mad at her. Lysithea had done nothing to warrant the anger.
“Before you start condemning all of us, please realize that only a handful of us are that sick and twisted. I'm sorry that happened. I'm sure you didn't deserve it.”
Or rather, she hoped the mint haired girl hadn't deserved it.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2016 7:19 am
"Do you know what they did to my sister," Chrysocolla hissed, hands moving towards her chest - she might need her magic here. Yes, they were of equivalent rank, but this Senshi was taller and older than she was - and probably had more fighting experience. "I can't help her anymore because of you people - it doesn't matter if you saved one. That's not enough."
She was so, so angry.
"A handful of you? Obviously they're the only ones who go out every night -- they're the only ones I've met...! It's good to know they're the only dedicated ones." Yes, Chrysocolla knew she was digging her own grave - but it felt good.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2016 12:34 pm
She had apologized…she hadn’t expected more anger from the other senshi, but it was just so much, talks about her sister and what had happened and…
“No, no I don’t know what they did to your sister, but I hope she feels better. They were shitheads, and I am sorry!” Lysithea’s voice rose, guilt and anger and all other forms of negative emotions kept piling up on her and she didn’t know if she should keep trying to be kind to the girl or just punch her in the face or…or what.
“I’m sorry if the dedicated ones are jerks. Not all of us are like that, seriously. We’re not. I’m not. Don’t take your issues with them out on me.”
There. She was level headed. She was calm she was fine.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2016 5:27 pm
Chrysocolla's voice caught in her throat, hitching, sobbing, before she could say anything more. It didn't matter, it didn't matter - this girl, this woman, was just as bad as all the rest. "If you were sorry, you would have stopped them! There was a girl - her body was shutting down from dehydration! None of you care! None of you!" Tears were starting to blur her vision - she knew this was irrational, she knew this was stupid, but she didn't care.
So she lashed out with a shaking fist, aiming for anything, and tried to think as little about anything as she could.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2016 5:52 pm
The fist connected rather splendidly with Lysithea’s shoulder, and she stumbled backwards, mind going absolutely blank with shock. What? They were fighting now? Did she miss something? Did she say something?
“How could I stop them if I didn’t know any of it was happening until it was far too late! If I hadn’t found who I did, maybe I would have helped her!” Her own fists raised and a hand lashed out, trying to grab some of that mint hair—there was more than enough of it to grab.
She wasn’t good at fighting, but hair pulling in a cat fight…well, that was easy. “Don’t take your anger out on me! I didn't hurt your sister, I didn’t hurt you! Think before you act or you’ll end up right back where you were! Maybe this is why they targeted you, you…you…jerk!”
Well. She had tried to stay civil.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2016 6:56 pm
"You should have paid more attention," she snarled, trying to grip Lysithea's fuku - hair - anything. Chrysocolla did let out a yelp when her hair was grabbed, because that hurt, but -- look past it. Look through it. Keep focused. Stay angry -
"Y-you don't care about us as people! None of you do! You just want to kill us --" she couldn't breathe through the tears, and her magic wouldn't be any use here anyways, so -- Chrysocolla leaned up on her tippy-toes and headbutted Lysithea directly in the forehead.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 7:17 pm
“I should have paid more attention?” The senshi’s voice rose in pitch, and she was paying attention for the headbutt, paid enough attention to turn her head a fraction of an inch…so this dumb angry corrupted senshi didn’t end up spearing herself on the horn that adorned her tiara.
“I don’t care? Of course I ******** care about you people! I don’t want to kill you, I don’t want to kill anyone!” Her head felt like it was spinning, and there was a ringing in her ears from the blow to the head. “Damnit, if you would just calm down maybe we could talk about this! Maybe I could help your friend…I can heal people, you know? I can heal people’s wounds…I could help…”
All of her own anger had drained now, and honestly she really just felt so sorry for this girl. She had lost so much…been hurt by the assholes that polluted her side…
“Let me help you.”
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2016 8:00 am
God, her head was ringing, and Chrysocolla realized belatedly she could have speared herself because she was so stupid, so completely stupid to do something like that - but Lysithea kept talking and didn't try to hit her back, and she...stopped. Listened. (She didn't cry. She wanted to, a little, but she didn't cry.)
"...You're not going to help us." She stated it like it was an immutable fact. "Y-you just -- you just want me to purify, and I won't. If you really want to help us? Help me? Get rid of the people who tortured two teenage girls." Chrysocolla laughed bitterly, her hands shaking. "I heard so many people screaming...a-and I couldn't do anything. Ever."
She took a tentative step away from the Senshi. "You can't help me. I'm not the one with the problem."
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2016 5:24 pm
“I don’t care if you purify. Nobody should be forced into something that makes them unhappy…and if you’re happy with the Negaverse, I think that’s great! Hell, I’ve even thought of corrupting a few times…I mean, I get it!” Lysithea knew that might not have been the best thing to say, but no matter now. The poor kid was so upset, and if she could do something to help…well, then she did her job for the day. Sort of. Either that or she was really trying to get over the fact she had contributed to the violence by hair pulling and being an overall snot…since well. That had happened.
She winced when the corrupted senshi went on…how horrible that must have been…being locked up and the only time you get to talk is when you were being tortured…the sound of your teammates screams being the only thing you get to hear…
She felt so damn sick at the very thought. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry…I…I already promised someone that I’d try to find out who did this…and I’ll make that promise to you as well…I’ll try and find out who did this to you, and I’ll make sure they realize that it was a terrible thing to do…and I’ll make sure they never do it again…and If I see you again, I’ll make sure to let you know who it was, so you can go and make sure they never do it again too…”
Yeah. Because that would solve everything clearly. Fighting violence with violence…but…whatever.
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Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 6:13 pm
Chrysocolla was so, so close to crying in earnest, and she hated it. God, she was such a crybaby. Who would ever take her seriously? Even something as simple as this, as a Senshi who just wanted to talk, set her emotions on blend and cranked the dial up to high.
She was such a child. Amphitrite wasn't. Why couldn't she be more like Amphitrite?
"Every other Senshi who says they just want to talk just turns into a missionary! How I'm mistaken, how I'm doing the wrong thing - they never shut up." Talking was better than fighting, though, sometimes - but fighting didn't leave her head hurting like a moral crisis in miniature. Fights meant that sometimes people didn't look at her like a charity case. Something to be saved.
There wasn't anything to save her from.
"I - I remember their faces, the ones I saw," and it was hard for Chrysocolla to volunteer the information. "A Knight with red hair and glasses and glowing markings, and there were these two first level Senshi - one of them had black hair and wore magenta, grey eyes, a set of scales - the other one had her hair in a ponytail, blue and gold, ankhs...they -- they were my age." The fear was visible behind her eyes, for a split second. "They shouldn't be doing this."Orangeish Sherbert she's referring to celsus, porrima, and sadachbia in that order!
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 5:11 pm
Lysithea was quiet for a long moment, tears welling up in her own eyes. Ugh. She was hurting so bad and there wasn’t anything that she could do about it and she just wanted to find the assholes that did this and make it stop. “Nobody should be telling you how to feel, or telling you that you’re mistaken…this is what you want, so fine! As long as you’re ******** them. Everyone has different ideas on what’s right and what’s wrong and nobody has proof that either side really is right or wrong…they need to buzz off.
She listened to the descriptions of the ones that Chrysocolla had seen and she shook her head slowly. “I’m sorry, I don’t recognize any of those descriptions at all…but if I find anyone that looks like that…I’ll find out who they are. I’ll…I’ll make them pay. I promise you, I’ll make them pay for this. I’ll find them all…and I’ll make them all pay.”
Her tears bubbled over finally and her hands were balled into fists. “Nobody deserves to be hurt like that. Chaos or not. Nobody deserves to be hurt.”Daekie Sorry for the wait! Work was awful and idk. <3
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