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 Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 12:20 pm
Ever since he had gone to help that strange thing…that code piece or whatever it was…ever since he had taken some of the chaos from that strange talking object…Whisler had felt off. Strange and unbalanced. It had been hard to get to sleep, all of these bits and pieces of…things flitting through his head. People’s faces, people he knew he didn’t know, but still felt like he did know.
There was a girl with purple hair who…who looked so afraid of him…people looking afraid of him…and he loved the look. It gave him such a rush. Such a feeling of power…
The knight hadn’t had a good nights’ sleep in ages.
Tonight he was once again avoiding his dreams and his lack of dreams…by walking around, powered and yawning. The knight rubbed at his eyes and looked around him, wondering if there was something he could do to exhaust himself to the point of just…blacking out. Since that clearly was the only way to sleep anymore. It took a long moment for Whisler to realize that what he was feeling was the signature that was set off from a General.
…A General? Oh. Oh it had to be Ashanite, because what other generals even were there? Nobody, clearly.
The blonde knight ran his fingers through his hair and made sure he was at least looking presentable before half skipping off in the direction of the signature.
Because what else were you supposed to do when seeing a general. Skip towards them and be excited to see them. Clearly.
Oh did he ever need some sleep. There was not even the slimmest thought in his mind that this might not be the General he was sure it was…but hey. That was life.
He rounded the corner that was coming between himself and Ashanite and grinned. “Hey! I felt you~ I’m here Asha…nope. You’re not who I thought you were. Whoops.”
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 12:49 pm
The senshi and knights would pay - starting with this one. The look of fear, of terror, which filled them as they backed away from him was a lovely sight to behold - empowering even. To see them a person as they realized death had come for them...delicious. Stalking toward them, his heels clicked on the ground, as he closed the distance between himself and the poor little thing. As they went to turn and flee he was gone - vanished only to reappear in front of them - right in front of them. His gloved hand sinking past flesh and muscle and headed right for his desired goal. Grasping onto the starseed he showed no mercy, no anything, as he pulled his hand free. "Night, night." The words passed his lips as a smile twisted his lips.
Watching the life leave their green eyes he stepped aside as their body pitched forward - and right off the buildings roof into the alleyway below. Glancing over his shoulder and down he might have said something, done something, but his senses picked up on...a knight - how nice...another sheep for the kill.
Moving down to ground level, via teleporting, he stood there with a starseed in hand, a body on the ground dead, and there came the knight - how nice. They even looked excited! Though it wasn't for him...
"No, I'm not. But you are who I wanted to see." He had met this knight before and while he wasn't waiting for this person specifically he had been waiting for the knight and here they were. "Can I help you tonight?" The starseed was, by now, hidden away in his gloved hand. Said gloved hand slipped into his pocket as the starseed was tucked away - out of sight.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 1:55 pm
Whisler frowned slightly, raising a hand to rub at his head. No. This wasn’t Ashanite. This wasn’t Ashanite at all...he had met this general before though. Met him and he had demanded to know who he had been when he was still a pawn for the Negaverse…
There was another one of those horrible flashes of memory, this time including this general…with his hand deep in his chest…and a burning. A burning that filled everything. The knight felt a cold sweat bead up on his forehead and he took a step backwards, shaking his head to try and clear it. “W…why would you be wanting to see me? I have nothing to do with you. Nothing to do with anything.” He felt sick, sick and weak as though he had just run a mile.
“Just leave me alone. I’m sorry for the mix-up.” He was so tired…so tired that he didn’t even know where he was at. Why was this happening? Why had he ever bothered to help that strange little thing…he felt so awful now…so awful.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 2:05 pm
Last time he hadn't figured it out - who this little birdy had been. This time...this time he'd figure it out. They were familiar and it had driven him nuts that night. Tonight he would solve the problem...if he had to recorrupt him to find out he would. But there was no need for such rash actions - yet.
"Ahh, but you do." He whispered as he slowly set to close the gap between them. Ashen hair scrawled across his face was brushed away and tucked behind his ears neatly, all the while his slate eyes remained focused on the other blond. "I still want to know who you were..." He whispered as he teleported - again. Appearing behind the other to cut off his escape. Close as he was he started his little inspection. He had promised a certain princess to leave her knights be...but that had been a promise made because he had to make nice - was ordered to. He had been making nice with various members of the other side to help his own side...it had obviously failed.
"Mix-up..." He said as he came round to stand in front of the other and pouted up at him, like a child might. "So sad - you're not happy to see me...I'm hurt." He whispered. As he'd been walking around from front to back it had hit him - hard. He knew just who this had been...one of his...maybe he should just snatch him back - screw Polaris. This one had been his - was his - should be his. Ohh the thought was so utterly tempting...but he couldn't do it alone.
"You should be nicer...I am after all the one who brought you into the Negaverse to start with...I can do it again...I can give you power - more than you have now." he said flicking his eyes up and down the other, distaste clear in his slate hued eyes. "Mariposite...I can give you power - a weapon...not some tinker toy. I can bring you under my wing as you should have always been. I'll make you strong - give you power...I've brought others into the Negaverse...you'd have others to train with." he whispered, his voice lower and eyes staring up at the other. He would promise to burn a city, sack a town, give him whatever he wanted or needed...he would seduce him back and make him a brilliant, shining, officer this time. This time he would not lose him.
And then...and then he'd stand in front of Polaris with Mariposite at his.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 2:19 pm
Ugh. When the general teleported, Whisler quickly looked around, trying to find where he had gone, only to find that he was behind him now. Ugh. He felt so dizzy. “Why would I be happy to see you, that’s silly that…” His voice trailed off as it seemed that Benitoite now did know who he had been. The name Mariposite had been told to him before, by who even knows who. It had been his old name when he was part of the Negaverse, and until now, there hadn’t been much of an emotional tie to it…though when this general said it, his voice full of some…some awful compelling authority…it felt as though the name really was his.
For a moment, Whisler’s eyes closed and his knees felt as though they were going to give way. What was wrong with him…why did all of that sound so damn…good…? It was as though something inside of him...as though he had been longing to hear someone call him by this name once again, to hear about the power that he could have again.
“Mariposite…” The word was hardly a whisper form the knights lips, but a very definite shiver ran through his body when he said it.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 4:15 pm
Watching the other carefully he smiled when the others eyes closed. He had him, he was sure of it. He'd have his officer back where he belonged...the Negaverse. He was sure he had the other now to just..nudge him and seal the deal. He could do this - he would do this.
As the other whispered what had been, and would again, be his name he reached out a steadying hand. Placing it on the others shoulder he gently guided the other toward his smaller frame. "Yes, Mariposite. One of the first I brought in and gave the power to. I can do it again. I'll need help this time but I can do it. The power can again be yours, as it always should have been." He whispered as he drew the other to himself, against himself, and reached up with his free hand to run his fingers through his hair. "You always did tease about your hair being nicer than mine...perhaps it is...maybe not though." He whispered, a hint of teasing in his voice. If he could give him something good, offer him someone to talk to - a friend...he could have him - he was sure of it.
They could go back to teasing each other. "We could be good friends again." He whispered, promise echoing in his voice. He meant it, they could be friends. "I'll give you a home, give you power, train you..."
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 4:27 pm
Whisler rested against the General, relaxing under the feeling of the fingers in his hair. This felt so right. Something burned in his chest, a good burn…a burn that…a burn that wanted to be there. Wanted to be hotter…
There was another flash of some…memory? A flash of something. Of this General again, his hand sticking out of his chest…burning…burning…
The knight drew in a breath and slowly forced his eyes open…but he was just so tired…what was the harm in just staying…just nodding and letting everything go back to how it was supposed to be…? “How…?” The word sounded so soft, so sleepy. This was all so exhausting. Fighting this was so exhausting…almost too exhausting. “…Why?”
As easy as it would be to give in…what would the point be…? To get power…? To…to be able to sleep again? With a shudder, Whisler’s eyes closed and he almost nuzzled closer to Benitoite. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me…sorry.”
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 4:37 pm
Watching the other, shifting so he could hold up the extra weight, he let the other relax into him. Gritting his teeth against the pain it put onto his healing ankle. He wouldn't let it show, he'd do his job and comfort the other and bring him back home - back into the fold. His fingers continued to comb through the others hair as he let the other relax and talk when he wanted.
He wouldn't push, not forcefully like he had done in the past with people. This would be gentle, he was bringing him back home. Whisler was close - so close. he'd just nudge him gently, shuffle him to the edge and nudge him over it as gently as he could.
"I don't have the power. I'm too weak...only a General King or General Queen can do it. They can assist me...allow me to help - so I'd be there for you...with you. It would be like when I first brought you in...just with some help, I don't want to shatter your starseed." He could call someone, easily, and request help with this. He could bring him back, here and now, and have the other settled into his home by the end of the night with a hot home cooked meal even.
"Why...why what? Why would I bring you back? Why did you leave?" He asked softly, gently, his fingers still combing the others hair gently.
"it's alright, take the comfort you need. I don't think I provided enough of it the first time around." And there was the hint that he'd have a second chance, that it would be better - that he'd be more caring of the other - and he would be.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 4:51 pm
Starseed…
The word sounded both so foreign and so familiar to him. A starseed was the things that the Negaverse took from people. Almost like the crystallized version of a soul…but…
“Beni…?” The name came from nowhere, and honestly, Whisler was quite sure he had made it up, though it flowed so easily form his lips. “What’s so special about starseeds? Everyone talks about them but…what are they really…are they pretty?” The knight pulled away from the general and sank to the ground, rubbing his face once again.
That same purple haired girl…senshi? Whatever or whoever she was…her image kept popping up in his head whenever he thought about a starseed. It was uncomfortable. Was she a starseed? Or was she his starseed maybe? Was she some sort of magical guardian of his starseed…trying to warn him that things were getting ugly?
Whoever she was…she looked so…so scared. It made him feel sick. All of this made him feel sick. “…Last time I ever help something again that’s for sure…”
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 4:57 pm
As he heard the shortened version of his name he nodded his head. "Yes, Benitoite...or Beni." He said smiling at the other, happy to hear that word fall from the others lips. "You used to call me that, you weren't the only one." No, Bazzite did also. Witherite did as well. He understood his name was a mouthful, though it was't the worst, and had long ago learned to accept his name being cut in half. So long as it wasn't done in a place and setting where it was unacceptable - meetings.
As the other sank to the ground he knelt down and moved so he could shuffle in behind him, squeezing between the others back and a brick wall. Wrapping his arms bout the other. "They are pretty...they shine with an inner light...but it slowly dies as it's out of the body...as the person dies. They are a persons soul...what we need to live...it's where our power comes from...is stores and kept." He answered gently.
"What did you help? What did you do to yourself...you seem hurt...conflicted...wounded." He whispered out. Not just to gain information, though that was a reason, he wanted to see to it that the other was ok...especially if he planned to bring the other back into the fold. He wanted him well and wanted, and needed, to know what was wrong with him. Something was bothering him - something was off.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 5:16 pm
Benitoite was holding him. Embracing him. It felt nice. People holding him always felt nice. He was always the hero…or tried to be. He was the one holding others as they cried, as they worried…but here was another general who did not seem to hate him…and he was holding him. Comforting him. It was…it was really nice. Whisler was quiet for a long moment, considering what he said about starseeds…though he couldn’t picture what they looked like. It was…almost like he knew, somewhere, but the information was gone. There was some virus in his head that had corrupted the file…or…purified the file…
All of this time and he hadn’t really ever been upset about losing the memories after purification…but for once…it bothered him. “Why did my memories go, Benitoite? Why did they get erased? I keep seeing flashes…this never happened before…” The knights words were rushed, almost as though he was afraid something would change them, or he would forget what he wanted to say. “We helped this thing. Uh…they called it a code piece? I don’t know what it was…but it was corrupted? They couldn’t purify it…and it asked for us to take the chaos away…and I helped. I took some chaos from it, and…ever since it’s just been…I can’t sleep. I keep having all of these awful thoughts…things that I almost remember, but can’t. And it’s…I don’t understand.”
He swallowed, reaching up and rubbing his chest. “There’s a burning in my chest, and I don’t…think I like it. But I keep getting flashes of your face, and another burning in my chest…and…and part of me really, really wants it…and that scares me.”
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 5:27 pm
He waited, he was silent, he gave what comfort he good to the other as silently as he could. Let the other take what he needed, voice what he wanted. He wouldn't push, he would do this right and gently. He would bring them back...they would decide though, they were close. He wouldn't need to force it...he'd have of his own back - he was sure of it.
At the question he shook his head. "I don't know. It's something everyone gives up when they change sides. You give up a half of your memories...civilian or powered...you lose your life and get a clean slate. You lose your civilian family and friends. It's a loss I could never take myself." He answered the other while wondering why he was seeing flashes, he'd never heard of that before...though he'd never really talked to anyone about this matter aside from the former Wolframite.
"You took some chaos...into yourself. I know knights and senshi feel pain from chaos entering them, if I were to try and corrupt someone...or a General King or a General Queen were to. There would be some pain...their is anyway....perhaps it's a much lesser version of that. You only took a piece of a whole." This code piece...that bit was filed away, it was something he'd tell a higher up about as soon as he could. Not now though, now he had work to do...
"I cannot help to relieve it...perhaps a change in sides would help? Chaos does not interact with order well. By now I'm sure a normal person would not be feeling what you are...it's the purity in you." He answered as best he could. It was a guess but an educated one, one from experience and time served - time spent learning.
"Wants what? Wants me to take you back into the fold? If you want it...why not take it? Take what you want - what makes you happy. I can give it to you...I can take you in and give you a home and help you. You won't be alone when you start to make a new life for yourself. I'll be there." He assured the other gently.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 5:47 pm
Whisler again was quiet, though the burning in his chest lessened the more he thought about Benitoite’s words. It sounded so nice, so easy so…
The smallest of smiles formed on the knights face. This wasn’t his fault…heck, he didn’t even know why he had purified in the first place…it seemed such a silly, silly thing to have done…right? All this had done was push more pain upon him…pain that would end when he came home, went home right now with Benitoite.
And Ashanite would be so pleased as well…maybe they would be able to be together…he would be so happy…with people who cared about him.
Whisler’s hand moved to rest over Benitoite’s stroking the soft skin gently. His lips opened, ready to just accept it…to go back to where he belonged. To dip into the chaos he should have never left…to be with those that cared about him.
…those that cared about him? Arias. Snowball. Pisces.
“All ri—no…I can’t…I still…” He pulled away from the embrace, got to his feet and felt the burning in his chest increase, the fatigue weigh even more heavily down upon him. “Beni…I can’t. I have things…things I need to do…people I need…people that need me…I…”
His eyes ventured back to the general who was on the ground and he almost…almost sat back down. There was a longing in his eyes that was impossible to hide. He wanted to sit back down…but instead…he bolted. Like an emotional child, like someone running form a monster.
He ran as fast and as far as he could.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 5:55 pm
He was sure of it, sure he had him. The other was touching back, was relaxed, he was ready to pull out his communications crystal and summon someone to assist him - to bring the other back home. He'd take Mariposite home, get him eating a hot meal and showering. He'd find something he could lend him for clothing...he'd make him feel at home as he should. He was ready to take care of the other and help him piece together a new life - so ready to help.
The other went to accept, he heard it, and then...it all fell apart. He sat there as the other got up so quickly. Staring with wide, shocked, eyes he went to get up while reaching out for him. Ready to calm him down and talk to him. The other had people...people on the other side.
He wanted to grind his teeth as the other took off. He wanted to follow but that would likely only hurt things...he couldn't harass him...he couldn't scare him or force or pressure him into things. No, it needed to be his choice. He would find him again...not tonight but he would..and they would talk again.
Shaking his head he snarled out a curse as he climbed to his feet, stumbling as he did so. His gloved fist striking the brick wall as he whirled around and lashed out. Smashing the bricks as hard as he could, taking pleasure in the cracks that formed. But it didn't break...and his hand hurt. ********!
He would try again and keep trying. He would have Mariposite back.
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