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 Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 1:32 pm
The night was still and not a single gale passed through downtown Destiny City. Slievenamon sat on the edge of the warehouse she frequented, but for once, she wasn't going through her notes and the desire to play her flute was a passing thought. Instead, the squire winced every so little while and clutched at her chest.
Having accepted Chaos from the Code piece, Slievenamon did it only to feel a sliver of what Negaverse agents went through on a daily basis. However, this was not what she had expected. Her mood swung rapidly between uncertainty, depression, and a manic high that put her among the clouds. Even her ideals were skewed; she had the desire to hurt things, not question or learn about them. This proved to be a big hurdle as, suddenly, Slievenamon found herself itching for a fight.
Standing on her feet, her eyebrows furrowed, and she started in a run toward something she sensed. She had no idea what it was, but her mind registered enemy, and she wanted to seize a chance to meet it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 2:05 pm
Lieutenant Crocoite had a lot of experimenting to do.
After being corrupted by Painite by way of a clever deal to get himself some interesting power, Crocoite was left mostly to his own devices. He had to report to her, of course, when he did his energy draining or managed to get any starseeds, but he was already thinking up ways to keep some for himself. What sort of things would he be able to do with glowing orbs of pure energy, or someone's actual life force?
The possibilities were endless, and he was excited to start.
He felt a strange pressure on the back of his mind, looking around as the feeling made him uncomfortable. Angry. The White Moon? He supposed this was what Painite had mentioned in her brief run down of what to expect. It felt like the power was getting closer to him, so he stood and waited with his hands on his cane, already summoned and ready to be used as a weapon, leaning on it almost casually.
This was going to be interesting.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 2:33 pm
Normally, running such a short distance while powered-up wouldn't have tired out Slievenamon, but Chaos was pulling her sensibilities apart. When she landed near the energy signature, she stumbled in place, and heaved a breath as she tried to collect her bearings.
Okay, Slieve, take it easy. It seems they're not running, she thought. In fact... It's like... they're waiting for you?
Walking the rest of the distance, her chest leaped at the sight of a member of the Negaverse. Whether it was from disdain or surprise was hard to decipher, but her desire to ask questions seemed to still on her tongue. Slievenamon's typical habit to ask questions was at an odds with her unfitting want to fight.
"H-hey!" she called out to the figure, tightening a hand around her shell flute. "You there, up to no good?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 3:15 pm
Crocoite regarded the new arrival thoughtfully. He was not familiar enough with them to know if it was a senshi or a knight, only hearing about them from Painite and not really having experienced one in the flesh just yet.
"And what might you be, then?" he asked evenly, not looking too worried about her presence, though it seemed like her signature was not as strong as Painite's had been. But she seemed stronger than him, as well. Whatever, that was only a matter of knowledge, not just power level.
And he was a damn fast learner.
He did not move, still leaning on his cane and looking very calm. There were many things he wanted to do in this city and, now, with this new power, he had the chance to do them. His brother would be his first target, but why stop there?
That was something that required planning, though, and he was in no rush. Getting some practice in was probably going to be vital to his success, anyway.
"Come to keep the streets safe, hm?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 3:29 pm
Slievenamon narrowed her eyes. "I'm not telling you crap," she snapped at him. Normally, her response would've been more mundane, but right now, the squire was only seeing red. The Chaos within her made Crocite out to be the enemy, and at all costs, he had to be taken cared of. "Just... J-just know you're going to be sorry... Sorry you ever allowed yourself to be corrupted!"
Touching a hand on her signet ring, Slievenamon focused, and felt the cosmic power of her Aspect flood in. Imbued with grace, the squire used this addition to steady her stumbles as she rushed toward Crocite and swung out her shell flute at him like a club.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 3:49 pm
Crocoite looked surprised by her response, for a moment, lifting his eyebrows. He smirked, though, canting his head to the side and watching her thoughtfully. She was an angry one, but he was a very even keel type until his temper was pushed too far.
That was incredibly rare, though.
"Sorry, hm? While you do sound so very sure of yourself, may I ask you why you think that? As far as I can tell, I asked for power and got exactly what I wanted. Was that not the same for you, and your power?"
He was not likely to get an answer, though, as she started sprinting at him and forced his hand. Frowning, he took a step back and tossed his cane up so he could grab it by the staff rather than at its head. The crocodile head would be better used as a blunt force object.
Better than a flute, he hoped.
He swung his cane to meet her weapon, though, in an effort to block it. He was surprised by how much force he was met with, though. She certainly seemed to pack a punch.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 3:14 pm
Slievenamon's flute made a hollow thunk! against Crocite's staff, sending the reverberation up her arm. Frightened by the strength she used to launch the attack, the squire launched herself away fro the lieutenant and landed some distance away from him. Again, she heaved out a breath, and touched a hand to her bosom at the ache of Chaos within driving her to be so violent. Was this what the Negaverse felt on a daily basis? It both intrigued and concerned her if only a sliver of Chaos was making her act this way.
"I... I didn't ask for my power," the Neptune squire said, trying her best not to outright yell at Crocite. "It came to me in a... time of need. That's where us knights are different from you. We... We use out power to keep the balance, not tip it."
The idea that those of the Negaverse could be saved or that they were required for that balance—even agents of Metallia had their reasons for the things they did—were not even in her mind. Slievenamon tried to will it to existence before she attacked without thinking again.
"You could... You could be saved or, at least, we... don't have to fight. I know I attacked first, but"—Slievenamon rubbed her chest again—"I'm beginning to know what Chaos feels like. It's power doesn't justify what it does to you. Your ideals become skewed."
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 5:10 pm
From the pain in his arm following his effort to block her first attack, Crocoite knew he was out classed. She was strong, stronger than he had anticipated, and he had to be careful. He knew there were different ranks for the Negaverse, his General had told him so, but he had not experienced it with his enemy just yet. She was clearly superior to him, but that was not reason enough for him to back down.
Not yet, anyway. If it became clear that he was in actual danger, that his life might be threatened, then he was going to get out of there as soon as possible.
There was no point sticking around in a fight he had no chance to win.
"Well, I was given the chance at this power and I took it. I own what I am, and am glad for it. I was not forced into anything, though by the sounds of it, it seems you 'knights', for all your peace and balance keeping, have little choice in your lifestyle. Being angry at me for knowing what I am, and wanting to be that way, however, is not a particularly fair or balanced way of thinking."
He saw she was struggling with something, the look on her face was clear enough, though he could not fathom what. Maybe she was unsure about what side she was on, or maybe she was clueless about her real duties in this war. She was back tracking now, trying to take back being the aggressor, as though she regretted her actions but had not really been in control of them.
Interesting. Very interesting.
"You've had a taste of Chaos, then? And you've been told not to like it. Not to trust it. But it's tempting, isn't it? The power, and the control over your own fate. The ability to do anything you want, when you want to. You're afraid you'll like it too much, hm?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2016 3:40 pm
"You... Y-you just don't understand..." Slievenamon really couldn't think of a way to explain herself without decking out a few punches with her words. At least, that's what she felt like. When the Negaverse agent seemed to hit the nail right on the head regarding her condition, she faltered.
"N-no... That's not—" Her center palpitated and she shook her head to the surge of uncertainty that washed over her. On her face, it looked as if she were in great pain. "Chaos... Chaos is wrong... It's wrong, but it serves a purpose... That's all. That's all Chaos will ever be. So just... Just shut up already!"
Again, like before, Slievenamon launched towards Crocite, and attempted to swing at him with her shell flute again.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 4:51 pm
Crocoite watched her, interested in her hesitation. His words were confusing her, and that was exactly their intention. How curious it was to see the doubt in her eyes, and how delighted he felt knowing he put it there! This little taste of chaos that she seemed to have gotten was wrecking her.
This was fun. Playing these kind of games... yes, he could get used to this.
"Sometimes," he said, growling a bit as he lifted his cane to block her flute with it. He lashed out with his other hand, catching the front of her uniform and holding on to it so he could bring her close to him. He watched her, locked together for a moment. "All someone really needs is a purpose. Are you sure, then, that you are serving the right one? If you have one at all?"
He shoved her away from him, pulling his cane back and taking a swing at her with it for good measure. He wanted to get some distance between them now, as he knew she was getting angry enough to want to do some damage just to feel better.
It would be best if that was not to his face.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2016 2:06 pm
Slievenamon cried out when her lapel was grabbed and she was hauled to Crocite. She glared at him all the while he spoke, her anger tempting her to spit in his face for daring to even touch her.
Before she could reply, the squire was shoved away, and she received a good pummel to her cheek that made her see white for a few seconds. The saliva she was hoping to hock into his face was spit to the side as she grazed the back of her hand on the red bump forming from his cane.
"I do have a purpose now, it seems," Slievenamon said. "And that, right now, is wiping out scum like you from this Earth."
She knew it wasn't her talking anymore. It was it, that Chaos in her, and it seemed to be guiding her actions against her better train of thought. For the third time, she tried to strike Crocite by launching herself at him, but this time she used the mouthpiece—and sharper—end of her flute to stab at him.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 2:15 pm
He had certainly pressed all the right buttons, it seemed. Crocoite saw the anger flashing in her eyes, and how serious about the fight she had become. There was little chance of him winning, that much was clear to him: she was stronger, and her power was likely amplified now by her rage for his insinuations. Still, he had managed to make some interesting discoveries.
Not just about her, though he had certainly seen a part of her that she would probably not want shared, but about knights and the white moon in general. Things he could use to his advantage in meetings from here on.
He just had to make sure to get out of this one without getting too badly injured. Or worse.
"From what I know, the Earth is ours," Crocoite countered, "you have no right to decide who gets to exist here. We do." He had seen Painite teleporting around, but so far had been unable to do it. She warned him that he would not be able to, and that was a bummer. It would be so nice to be able to teleport out of there right now. Her attack caught him by surprise, and he had little time to get out of the way, the flute catching him in the side and managing to puncture his skin by the force she put behind it. He blinked.
Had she... stabbed him... with a flute?
He looked at her in surprise, though even that had an air of devious calm about it.
"I was right about you."
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2016 12:32 pm
The flute making its way passed skin played a look of satisfaction and guilt on her face. Slievenamon was the first to race back from him for fear of driving her weapon deeper and causing more harm. Scrunching her eyes tight for fear that the possible sight of blood on her weapon would drive her into a frenzy again, the squire grounded herself where she stood.
"Please, just run!" she shouted, clawing at her lapel and chest. "I-I don't want to hurt you anymore. This... isn't right. Please, just go. I feel like I'll kill you if you don't."
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