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 Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 3:25 pm
Quote: This is Destiny City, full of weird happenings, strange people, and one of a kind monsters. You’re used to youma, probably, even if you don’t know what they are. Trick or Treating is getting more and more dangerous every year; are you making any precautions to keeping the neighborhood kids safe? Or are you banking on carelessness to get some extra energy?
Plus, it was a perfect time to have an easy go at playing hero - there would be youma, lot of youma, and it wasn't like he was going to be doing much in the way of greeting trick-or-treaters come Halloween.
Much better that he be out fighting the good fight. As much as he could do that.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 3:47 pm
Halloween was one of the top holidays when you were in the business of fashion design and costume design. That Dania sold her services on etsy and through special order at the boutique she worked at meant it was one of her busiest seasons. Not that it was bad for her wallet and portfolio--the number of repeat customers she got each year after Halloween was always astounding to her. Though she'd still yet to land a lucrative job like a wedding dress... she always had her fingers crossed.
Purse slung over her shoulder, bundled up in a warm jacket, combat boots thunking against the sidewalk as she meandered from work back towards home, her head was far from the street. She still had more pieces to work on. Some were in the shop, others were back at her place waiting for her.
Her head was really, really far away from the street. Unpowered, energies didn't click. The signet ring hanging from a slender gold chain around her throat didn't exactly throw off danger vibes.
It was the low growl that brought her back to Earth. Earth. Plagued with monsters that were once people. Populated with who knew how many people with past lives on other worlds, or descended from them.
Danika cussed, standing outside of a stark beam of light from a lamp post decorated with LED light pumpkins. The creature moved into the light for her, slinking around. Looked kinda like a mix between a canine and a weasel. Big, nearly her height. Long body, short dark fur that made each movement of its muscles like ripples under dark water. Long ears that ended in fleshy ribbons of sorts that trailed behind it.
An even longer tail that lashed--she realized metal glinted at the tip in the light with each flick it made through the air.
Her palms itched to grab hold of a very specific chain. But she didn't do jack. Just stood there, calm, red eyes narrowed towards the creature that loomed in the light. "Back off, pooch. You really don't want to do this," she murmured to it. As if it could understand. As if it had the choice to return to the Negaverse domain and leave people alone.
A part of her debated just... walking away. But her skin itched at the prospect, the scars burning across her body. Yeah, and will the people out for Halloween fun be able to just walk away..?
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 4:01 pm
Kerberos had followed the little ticking of off in his head, running to find the youma that caused it and trying to ignore how cold he was. Temperatures were starting to drop, and really he should have grabbed a jacket and thrown on some shoes, because even with his increased magical cold resistance, well. Better to get in the habit early, before he was freezing his a** off mid-December.
He stopped on the rooftop nearest the creature, frowning darkly to see it menacing a civilian. No, that wouldn't do at all, he couldn't let that just...happen. Not on his watch.
He vaulted off the roof, landing a few feet behind him.
"Hey!" He shouted, to get the monster's attention, and it turned a little, sniffing the air. "Come and get me, you slobbery piece of s**t monster," he snapped, and for the moment it did seem to find him a more inviting target. The...benefits of being a Senshi. "You, miss," he addressed the civilian - "get out of here, yeah? I've got this under control!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 5:53 pm
It kinda sucked not being able to sense whatever energies were around her. It'd been a while since she'd felt grudgingly about it. But there it was, a nugget of annoyance when a... kinda suited soldier appeared, bounding off a rooftop that would likely result in Danika getting an injured leg or two if she did a similar stunt right now.
His attire definitely got her to raise her bows. Looked way more suited for the summer sun or a harem den rather than an Autumn evening. But he wore a lot of white--and didn't sport any of the symbols of any of the knights, so she figured he was a White Moon Senshi.
The creature did turn towards the senshi... one complete with butt-wings, Danika noted. The youma snarled, long body half-turning towards the new target. The stronger target... and Danika gave a snort at the note from the senshi. "That works, thanks."
Danika started to back up a bit, trying to keep an eye on that metal-tipped tail-- but her eyes snagged.
The tattoos. The flowers. Hell, his hair.
They made something burn in her chest. Made her pulse race--and not because he was actually pretty attractive. Her steps faltered, and Danika stood still, eyes slightly widened with brows furrowed.
When the realization hit, it was with a hiss that exploded from her tightened chest. They were dead and she couldn't stop it. Cinnabar had Kairatos around the throat and he was dead and she was too late and she couldn't do jackshit they were dead they were dead they were dead Andronicus was dead ******** ******** ********> Memories that weren't memories. A future she prayed never took place.
"You?" Loathing and disbelief colored her words as she stared anew at his attire. It wasn't the same black and red. It was white and red... and very different. She wasn't paying attention. The tail lashed, and Danika yelped as the metal caught her jacket. Didn't catch skin, but she backpedaled quickly, cussing at her stupidity. Still kept staring at him though. Noir Songbird
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 7:52 pm
"You're welcome," Kerberos said, alarmingly cheerily for someone facing down a whatever the sweet ******** this thing was. God, he hated youma so much.
He glanced around for something he could use as a weapon, because his magic wasn't really designed with dusting youma in mind, and finally settled on yanking off his own collar piece. It would work as a strangling implement, which wasn't the prettiest or most heroic way to kill a monster, but it would have to do.
He began to move, to circle the creature, but it followed him with its eyes, metal tail swaying intimidatingly, and then she said "you" like it was the most poisonous word in the English language, and he jerked his head up, looking, really looking, to see if he recognized her.
He didn't, and she seemed to get hurt for it, for the distraction he was causing.
"Whatever I did to you, I'm - I'm sorry, I know that probably won't even close to cover it but I am," he said, and he was distracted enough that the youma full-body ran at him, slamming its head into his torso and sending him falling over. "s**t!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 8:12 pm
Yeah. No. The apology did jackshit. Maybe through logic she should have just... let it. But she still wasn't sure what that s**t was. What else had he done--would do--that she'd never seen?
But he was wearing an entirely different wardrobe now. Didn't that count for s**t?
For a moment, she figured he did recognize her... but magic was a hell of a thing. In that... future that wasn't, the Negaverse knew who she was as a civilian. That was how they got to her family. But they didn't now. No one remembered. But she didn't remember things like that, either.
A petty, petty part of her considered leaving once the youma rammed him down. She... really wanted to. The revenge some part of her wanted against the b*****d.
But she didn't move. She didn't walk away. She cussed. Breathed in. Breathed out. It was like pulling on a well-worn suit. A well-worn safety blanket despite its outer armor and thorns. Didn't take much to focus on being that part of her. Just breath in, breath out...
And Themiscyra stood on the sidewalk, slipping her signet ring onto her finger. She moved forward, her weighted chain appearing in her hands. Holding an end in each hand, she caught it around the creature's throat, and the beast hissed-howled, jerking back away from the senshi and out of her chain. The nearly six-foot Squire looked down at the Eternal, red eyes flaming in her rage. Perhaps in that moment, he would recognize one of the Transcended Knights of Mars in that future that never was.
A hand was offered towards him. "If you become that thing... I'll kill you. You really sorry? Don't ******** become it."
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2016 12:41 am
When she powered up, he recognized her, and he made a tiny, guilty little noise. ********, yes, she was one of the people he'd hurt when he was Ascended. He wouldn't have blamed her, honestly, if she turned around and walked away, left him to deal with the monster alone.
She didn't; instead, she practically hauled the thing off him, and he pushed himself halfway up, staring up at her with slightly wide eyes.
"Thank you," he said, a little breathlessly because the bulk of the thing had knocked the wind out of him. "You, uh, didn't...have to do that." To say the very least. He got back to his feet, taking a few steps to give her some room. God, she was a hell of a lot taller than him, and she could probably wrap that chain around his throat as easily as she had the monster's. She even looked like she might be thinking about it.
"I won't. Become that, I mean." He'd given up too much to even think of it.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2016 6:19 am
Themiscyra gave a stiff nod at his thanks. Her hackles were a tad more than raised at this point... she didn't have the right to go after him. If he was a different person from the Ascended beast...
"It's all I can ask," she murmured roughly, her acceptance to his words. Ignoring the fact she'd just threatened to kill him if he did aside...
Her eyes focused back on the youma, snarling at them and eyes flickering between them. Trying to determine which target to go after. Themiscyra wasn't keen to waiting around for it to decide. Stepping further away from the senshi, she began to swing the weighted end of her chain in a circle. The chain and stone cut through the air with a rhythmic woosh and her speed remained constant. Till the creature made the mistake of glancing back towards the senshi, and she bolted forward. The heavy crystal collided with the creature's shoulder, and she heard a crack beneath the youma's hissing howl.
The tail lashed towards her, and it was only thanks to the armor on her shoulder that she didn't get a slash from it. "Does your magic affect them?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2017 12:17 am
There was a part of Kerberos that was grateful for the poison she was spitting at him. At least someone other than himself was holding him accountable for what he'd been, what he'd done. He was conscious that the seeds of the monster were still present in him, and every once in a while he appreciated getting kicked around as a reminder of that.
"It...confuses them, sometimes," he said. "The smart ones, the ones that can talk, have enough emotional capacity to really get hit by it, but..." He moved to put a little more distance between the two of them, to make the monster's decision harder. "The feral ones usually just get sort of confused."
It was still something.
He brought his hands up to his face.
"Asphodel's Regret," he said, and he blew the flowers in the creature's face. It froze, clearly puzzled by the sudden onslaught of magic and feeling it didn't really have the capability to process, and that was when Kerberos moved to strike, delivering a solid roundhouse kick to its muzzle.
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