Word was around that there was an enemy on the hook. One that needed training of the obedience sort, and to earn back some of his freedoms by lending a helping hand. Word was also that one or some General-or-other involved appreciated the learning other agents could garner in how to properly handle a fish. Haüyne double checked with some quick words over crystal comm, and the rules seemed pretty simple: there were three report points where an agent could meet the fish, don’t damage the fish beyond repair, don’t lose temper, be strict, and report details of the transaction. A knighty-type the fish could be a lure or stooge in some Infiltration or Information sort of things, and the higher ups could have cool magic. Some coolness had gone down with this one’s.
All this led to the side lot of a small, inner city convenience store which was butt-up against an expanse of equally inner city recreational area- a derelict set of three basketball courts, a broken up and rustoleum coated playground, and an all-dirt little league diamond with its Civilian Conservation Corps cinder-block field house-bathroom-concession stand. The Circle K Convenience Stop was obviously doing side business, the recreations area plainly wasn’t this time of year and hour of the day. When anyone did walk up or pull into the tar-webbed, broken macadam lot to shop they only came out with a single drink and/or some cigs. Being around the side, near twin dumpsters, meant less visibility and less side-eye. The one or two that did spot the bright red and blue sucked their teeth and gave a soft, but warning “Be cool.”
Probably means don’t call the cops, don’t be a plant, don’t ******** around. The first got a puzzled stare until they’d left, the second got a squinch-nosed, curled lip finger gun at the sky with a drawled out, “Liquid.”
The recipient seemed puzzled, nodded, and returned to his car with his 32 oz can and no further comment. The circa 1970s light up clock on the light up Sign rolled around to 3am. There was a tingling like Pop Rocks at the back of the corrupted’s throat and mind. Unlit side of the Concession. That’d be them. Right on time.
Haüyne shifted from leaning on the wall of the store to hop and jog on over and around to see what there was to see- and boy, howdy was this fish a whale of a tale. “A full-ef Knighto? No shittake sherman, lookit you! “
“Alright Han Scholo, re-illumin me on some deets about your magic. You’re gonna help my workflow, bein’ my commando, yanno?”
This is so boss- a full knight and he’s gotta be my b***h. General wanted his disclosures vetted for honesty, so time to play what’s the difference between these two passages. And checkout ‘is boners, EF. Who knew knights got to be all Gothy-McDeath Swagger.
“WAIT A TOSS. YOU’RE THAT CITIZEN CRAB-WALK.” Recognition dawned, finally. I don’t get your starseed, but this is pretty good cold seconds!
“No exeunt stage right, this time. ” No ‘right’ at all, jeebus. The corrupted stared inappropriately and unabashedly at the floppy sleeve. Then bobbed a nod like watching a ‘sick’ skating wipe-out.
* . *
Scholomance visited the first two of their three assigned meeting places already - one included Benitoite last week, and the other included his captain some days ago. He cared little for either one; they simply provided a vehicle in which he would do the Negaverse's bidding.
Here, however, he found himself among a collection of old memories. Boarded up windows, shoes on a telephone line, disguised crack houses and pizza places selling weed out of the backlot painted a portrait of his formative years. He knew all the signs, he knew who to look for. He saw familiar faces in the handful of boys sitting on the front steps, looking out at him with hollow eyes. Nobody was home, he knew - no one but the monster. He started to wonder, did the Negaverse know? Could they somehow suss out a tattered past in him?
No - they just wanted a place where no one would remember who came and who went.
The senshi that showed sparked some memory - he remembered this one from her erratic assault on him some months ago. Here she was now, looking just as hopped up as the regular crack users next door. She even spoke like them, using outdated slang and cheap pop culture references to sound with-it in an age that left such trifles behind. Scholomance sighed through his nose. "I separate people. If I cast on someone, no one can hit them and they can't hit anyone." Did they not catalogue this when he cast between Laurelite and Ganymede? Or was she just testing him?
Citizen crab-walk? Really? While he cocked a brow, he said nothing more of it. "I want to get this over with quickly." The cold claimed more of his heat without his arm, and slow recovery drained the rest. He would rather stay inside and burrito himself in front of a fireplace for about three months.
* . *
“It’s good to want, ain’t it!” The rejoinder came without hesitation. And an overly-healthy helping of ardor. Haüyne grinned, clicked tongue against teeth with a wink, and followed the whole up with a lean-c**-sideways jig that seemed like Groucho Marx. “Ya ta ta ta da da Come On, my fellow. We gotsta get tha goods. You keep on the DL, and cast on me before the shitstorm hits, and I’ll get some dish on a putz in white. Can’t be that hard to find. Heyyyy-”
Even getting on the move, already, wheels in the noggin’ kept turnin’ and burnin’, “You’ve got a wider scope since you’re all knighty-knightly, dontcha. “
“You can help with the tracking, too. Let’s start this way. It’s more towards peeps and less towards dead industry.”
* . *
Scholomance rolled tongue rings against his teeth while he listened to the corrupted senshi's too-enthusiastic gusto. "Yes, of course. Expedience and all that." Sighing through his nose, Scholomance turned his attention outward toward the periphery of the city - where he felt, at once, repulsion from the senshi next to him and a few scanty pricks of youma on the horizon. No White Moon senshi of yet; Haüyne seemed unwilling to lie in wait while he sensed, either.
Scholomance followed at the senshi's behest. She stood not much taller than him, but her gait proved far healthier with Scholomance's increasing limp through the bitter winter cold. He kept up as he could without relying on Zalmoxis; he desired not the added questions about his bringing a horse into their search. Doubtless this crazed senshi would want to ride it as a rodeo stallion, hollering all the way.
No, better to suffer the uneasy joint and stick to foot traffic.
The knight maintained his silence for a time; endless squares of sidewalk passed under bone heels without his added complaints, even as his rhythm fell slightly lopsided. They passed a handful of buildings - dead trees, expired industry, abandoned housing - and Scholomance felt the burgeoning flecks of brightness on the horizon. His mouth drew taut beneath the mask.
"On our left," he said at last and punctuated his silence. "A senshi for certain. It's a little far for me to determine rank." He pointed with the wrong hand, then recovered by gesturing with his left.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2017 1:16 pm
For anyone who happened to know Super Sailor Chara, tonight was a strange night for him. Often times his words were laced with taunts and hateful words, but not tonight. His mind was blank, not for any lack of thoughts, but instead to give all focus he had to his movements. Far too often recently he found himself falling from rooftops, tripping and misjudging distances as if he were just learning to walk again. Every so often he'd lift the eye patch he now wore over his hollowed eye socket and scratch an invisible itch that seemed to constantly plague him where the stitches and scabs formed. Though a weight had lifted from him as of recent in the form of a rotten and useless eyeball, it threw him off enough that his fighting had taken a hit, and he found himself on the defensive more often than not.
No words could describe how much he ******** hated that.
With twists and turns and the occasional slamming into walls by accident, Chara made his way towards his favorite fighting grounds these days. It wasn't the safest place to be but ********, the whole world was shitty at this point, and danger was on the top of his list of things he liked getting into. Danger and perhaps the occasional botanical garden, but that was neither here nor there. And danger always seemed to have a great way of finding him too; merely steps into his once-industrial playground, he felt it. That sickeningly awful pressure in his mind along with something lighter, and perhaps stronger... But not quite. Chara headed straight for it, curiosity too strong to simply ignore it.
He came in from their left, going from roof top to roof top before diving down and landing with a loud -clack- of his heels on the pavement.
"What the ********...?" It was a breathless whisper that came from his lips as he glared forward towards the individual before him. What was he even looking at? Was that a senshi? Holes in the forehead, holes in the chest, whatever the ******** the person was, they felt like something that needed to be squashed under his heel. That feeling wasn't overwhelming like some he had encountered, but quickly pushed him into a state of rage, which was only slightly calmed by an aura of something much stronger nearby... Something that felt more like what was right, but still couldn't be seen. It was frustrating... Were they even alive? Were they still here or was it just some lingering bits of energy that happened to be stuck to the buildings nearby? ******** all if he even knew how it worked.
What was still clear is that this person felt wrong and he wanted them dead.
"What the ******** are you?!" He spoke again, this time through gritted teeth. His sticky chunks of chocolate began to bubble and boil in one of his hands, ready to be launched at the moment she spoke the first words that pissed him off. And honestly, there was no telling what that would be.
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*whispers* still love Haüyne, omg..
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“LEFTY LOOSIE. Howdy, Goosie. ” The Corrupted Super drawled, very well pleased in spite of any violence to the new arrival's mien. Up was the general direction in which Moonies liked to duck off, and sure enough this one was coming from the up on the rooftops like old Saint Nick. And looked like a joke from a lolita-wannabe teaparty. What was the magic even going to BE with that sort of a get up? Brown and Orange didn't bring anything specific to mind either as thematic colors, not that Haüyne's shattered memory had lent itself well to any guessing games of any sort.
"I'm your better half, Goosie. And it's getting to be dinner time." Haüyne clicked tongue against teeth an shot a finger gun at Chara. 'Fire when ready,' Moonie. Looks like luck: found a live one to get the goods on.
Don't fail me, YOLO-mance. "I hope you can fight, or you're going to end up headless, stuffed, and cooked."
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 2:37 pm
Scholomance sighed behind Haüyne, and offered no vocal contribution to the conversation. I'm getting too old for this s**t repeated consistently enough in his mind that it formed a mantra, and he found it particularly applicable to situations like these. His leg gave him trouble from travel, his arm remained perpetually sore, and he mostly wanted to go to bed. Yet the Negaverse enforced their demands, and now he stalked this mouthbreather of a senshi so they could make use of his magic.
Happening upon the super senshi gave a pleasant form of resistance, however. Both he and Haüyne posed an even match for one another, and if he slipped or timed his magic poorly, then Haüyne only sported a negligible edge over their combatant. But what if the other senshi won? What if Haüyne wound up incapacitated? How would that reflect on his duties if this Negaverse senshi could not fight for themselves to an appreciable degree, even for all their spunk? He supposed, then, that the Negaverse would find it reason to execute him. Wouldn't that be ironic.
Scholomance settled on silently rooting for this entity of order, even as he remained one building behind the pair. While he lacked a great understanding for the reach of his magic, he could consider it another passive-aggressive resistance point if he couldn't quite reach the overactive senshi.
Already the other senshi summoned some kind of glob fore the palm, so Scholomance took it as cue to loose his magic. With weapon summoned to hand, the knight cracked the whip across the ground to part the earth into pieces. Haüyne should be safe… Unless he dropped cast at the wrong time.
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since it's defender decides the hit, feel free to choose to take the hit or circumvent it with schol's magic. any hits taken i can chalk up to him purposefully screwing up his job!
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Knight: Magnum Mortum Duration: 30 second maximum magic pool Distance: Victims can be tagged up to 20 feet from Scholomance himself Number affected: Up to 6 'tagged' based on line of sight Extra: Magic 'tethers' at 30 feet from Scholomance barring sight interruption Description: Scholomance summons a death knell that will immediately affect 'tagged' characters (anyone focused on by Scholomance within line of sight). Any targeted character will have their corporeal form turned into a ghastly spirit-form, and will find that any attack or attempt made toward corporeal bodies will only pass through their form. In trade, corporeal characters will be unable to strike or harm those who are rendered as spirits. Spirits will see the world around them as an inverted, crumbling version of their current location. Corporeal characters will look to them as blots of energy rather than people. Spirits can still attack each other, and both corporeal and incorporeal characters can attack Scholomance, as he is the link between the illusory otherworld and the real world. Breaking his concentration will end the attack prematurely.
During channeling, Scholomance's magic actively damages him as tradeoff. Effects start at full body ache and exhaustion and can lead up to immediate collapse or beyond, depending on circumstances. He is also completely immobile while casting and cannot attack any targets.
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Another mouthed 'what the ********...?' Was given as Chara watched the Corrupted Senshi prattle about. He swore he could feel some of his own brain cells die while they flapped their lips, going on about gooses or some s**t that was supposed to be a sort of smack talk, he guessed.
It truly didn't matter in the end. Obviously they weren't like the Dark Mirror Courts' crew, and there was no talking to be had. Good. Chara didn't much like talking anyway, and he was dead certain this person didn't have much to say besides intelligible nonesense anyway.
He didn't dare draw closer JUST yet, not when he didn't know what sort of weird power or nonsense this person had. Not after that last encounter with Ptolemaeus... He wasn't about to be pinned against a wall with creepy hands crawling about his body again! Instead, he violently threw half of his handful of chocolates towards the Corrupted, more of a test than anything else. If they were serious or not about fighting would be decided shortly, anyway.
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Sorry about the late reply, I'll be better on it now. Feel free to decide the hit or miss!
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Chara Chocolate Lava Drops
With the call of his attack Chara summons the same handfuls of chocolate as before but in larger quantity (20 or so), and now they melt upon impact. He still has 30 seconds to use them before they vanish and it can be used twice per battle. A heavy scent of chocolate fills the air as his attack makes contact.
Chara's chocolate now maintains it's heat longer and sticks to a person's skin. It's hot and burns and can cause irritation, dryness and up to 1st degree burns now if it makes skin contact. The chocolate lasts for 5 seconds on the surface they touch, then vanish.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2017 8:38 pm
The world got FUNKY. Shitty funky, with all the windows going hollow, the concrete got crackled, and the road went hella mediocre like standing out in the boonies of Illinois. The Moonie looked like a human shaped brand of fire, or light, ephemeral and auspicious to a superstitious mind. To Haüyne, it was just a cool, if mildly unsettling, effect.
like places I've been. Places in my dreams. Places where I can hear Rockman's voice. Never hear that anymore. LIke that though. Ruins ruined wry. But the White Moon senshi wasn't saying much over there and just chucked a handful of whatever over. It passed right on through, and blatted onto the pave. It smelled like scorching s'more. Oozed around a little. "Ha! Is that chocolate? "
The shade of Haüyne crouched over it, though it was hard to get a good look. There were drops spread out and melting down- really like individual hershey kisses or broken apart pips than a wad. Electric blue eyes sought out the phantom of light, the senshi again from the crouch. "Gotta do better than that, goosie. C'mon. Aim! Hit me! "
And the corrupted started up like a sprinter, aiming for the body of light. You got more chocolate in that hand of yours to chuck at me?
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2017 1:42 pm
The knight grit his teeth through the cast, feeling immediately the slow grind of bone-deep pain. A great swath of time passed in which he never used his magic, and in its absence, his tolerance for it wore away and left him raw. He watched the world unbind, as it often did, and felt beneath his own skin the way the buildings unraveled and the streets broke away into blooted stepping stones across a cyanotype sky. Pressure bore down on him with each passing second and he watched with strained interest while the ball of chocolate passed straight through Haüyne's form. The motion felt entirely too slow for his liking - like all passed through water before reaching their target.
Scholomance wasted no further seconds of his magic. In releasing the cast, the world wound itself together at a quick clip and the ghastly haze fell away. He heaved a sigh; the deep muscle aches would demand hours to fade, he knew. He faced more uses of it as the night wore on, too.
Haüyne sprinted straight out of range, however, and Scholomance needed to trot against the bone pains to keep within sight range. You moron, he cursed to himself, this isn't how teamwork is supposed to go. Did they not teach you that in the Negaverse? Oh right, mostly no one knows how magic works there. And it's not like you have corrupted knights, so to speak. Scholomance decided not to hurry himself about it; if Haüyne wanted to charge out of range, then the senshi could take a wad of chocolate to the face. He felt tired already.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 12:35 pm
The immediate area began to fill with the scent of warm, sweet milk chocolate as part of Chara's attack hit the ground. An angry growl came from the senshi as he realized that it didn't work. Some sort of nasty trick was used, and with that his attack flew right through the corrupted senshi, who seemed to fuzz out thanks to whatever the ******** was going on.
But he wasn't stupid, he knew that there would have to be an end to whatever ghostly s**t the ******** was up to. Maybe a certain time limit, maybe a number of uses, either way, all he had to do was wait. Like hell he was going to wait standing still, though!
The blur seemed to race towards him, and in just that moment, the magic seemed to drop, and they became whole again. Whole and ready to be hit in the face.
He, too, raced closer, and when the other was within range, he threw the remaining chocolates at them in a wide verticle sweep. With all that extra skin exposed, just -maybe- he'd be able to singe some part of them with the pieces.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2017 1:04 am
And the follow up swing! Haüyne had no gauge on what the 'cool down' was for the knight's magic, having never before seen it in action, so there wasn't a certainty of immediate recast or not. It was all part of the general surprises and learning curve of the night, really, and the protection didn't come this time. The world didn't get all Deadite. The corrupted didn't really feel too put out by that, and it meant having a first hand knowledge of some of this enemy's cast. Which was the certainty that at least one use of it made for multi tossable chocolate goo's.
Which was hella hot, and in some splooky messes. There were two warm spots of boot leather, hunka burning love on thigh and midsection where the diaphanous bodysuit was not choco-pasted to stomach, and some more hot-tin roof feels under the heavy, military fabric of the half jacket-y thing of the Negaverse fuku. The smell of chocolate was instant and a little nauseating in strength. Haüyne grimaced through it and didn't stop, passed the white moons senshi, yelling for Scholomance's edification, " 'Thank you very much! That's the nicest thing that anyone's ever done for me, It isn't everyday, Good fortune comes my way! ' SEE YA, GOOSIE, DON'T WANNA BE YA."
Whether the kiddo could cast a second volley, or how far, how long, or any other parameters could be for some other officer to find out. It was best to leave an audience uncertain what or why what had just occurred....had in fact occurred.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 6:46 am
Scholomance sighed to himself. The Negaverse never lacked a megaphone so long as they had Haüyne. The creature spewed noise, and blood swords, and Scholomance heard the yelling before he ever crossed into range of using his magic. The corrupted senshi continued sailing by the opponent, and Scholomance took his cue to excuse himself from battle.
His trot slowed, and while he adopted a perpendicular direction to his corrupted senshi counterpart, Scholomance dismissed his weapon while he leapt down into the latticed alleyways. Haüyne was the target, he knew, and the Negaverse sported teleportation as a means to circumvent any hearty pursuits. If this senshi wanted to chase someone down, Haüyne could simply teleport and lose the tail. And what point would there be in chasing a knight that offered so little to the battle?
And this is how it was supposed to go with Order. I sit in the back casting magic while everyone else does the hand-to-hand bit. Oh, the irony's enough to give me indigestion.
For as long as he retained use of his magic, his job with Haüyne still commenced; Scholomance regretfully steeled himself for another go of it when the pair reconvened at a further distance.
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Satisfaction was met with a mix of anger as Chara's attack failed to stop Haüyne's advancement. Hell, it almost seem like the other was running away. After all that taunting, they were just going to leave. What the ever lasting flying ******** ******** NO!" Chara would be damned if he would simply let the other senshi run away as if this were a game.
No. He didn't care what kinda ******** up madness the other had going for them; he was going to make it to them, and he was going to strangle that smile right off of their goddamn face.
Being just as strong as the Corrupt was, Chara raced after them, teeth clenched in rage over how this a*****e really seemed to think this was some ******** game! Sure, he didn't have any more of his attack left, but he had his fists, and he had the confidence that it was more than enough to deal with this ********.
"GET BACK HERE YOU PIECE OF s**t AND FIGHT!"
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Don't mean to drag this on, but it doesn't quite feel like a proper ending to me just yet xD
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 3:47 pm
Imagine a Moonie trying to command an officer to do anything! As though they had such influence or power. Haüyne cackled at the challenge yelled and sound of pursuit. It was a straight away, with nothing to trouble concentration while keeping up the pace.
"This Snark's a boojum, Goosie!" then softly and silently the corrupted of execution vanished away.
