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 Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 10:11 pm
Chrysocolla didn't want to fight. She didn't want to. But she was tired, and she was irritated, and she wanted to make quota and she had essays to write because she might as well have a curfew for the semblance of a sleep schedule she kept herself to -- and sometimes you made sacrifices, and that involved -- this isn't right this isn't right i don't want to hurt them they're just doing their jobs -- -- it involved her head feeling like it was splitting in two, apparently, and Chrysocolla put her hand on the wall next to her and dry heaved until she could feel acid coming up, and god damn it if she was going to go above and beyond quota so she could have the week of her English exam off she was going to try and enjoy herself. In this case -- it meant she'd decided to treat herself to visiting the Montgomery-Chamberlyn mansion outside of town. No petty idiots would stop her, because she was going to enjoy herself and visit a nice place she'd never been. So what did it matter if she was breaking and entering, or trespassing, or any of the above? If she got in trouble, she could always just leave to Negaspace, and nobody would believe reports of a teenage girl disappearing into thin air. Jada Chamberlyn had no relation to the Negaverse, as far as she could tell, after all. She'd done a little bit of research to make sure she wasn't stepping on anyone's toes; there were enough Generals that were composed of the rich and famous' ranks that it made sense to be careful, but - A short little teleport further and a flick of the wrist, and she pulled out a groundskeeper's soul, vanishing it away; he'd screamed, hadn't he, because she'd been temporarily paralyzed - stunned - stopped for some reason? Yes, he had, but there was no reason to expect there'd be any Senshi around half an hour out of Destiny City or anyone who could ever try to stop her. Chrysocolla dropped the man's body to the pristine ground, lamenting she hadn't bothered to drain him before emptying him of life entirely, and in trying to calm the temporary ache of her head she didn't sense for auras at all. infinities if i need to change anything just let me know! hi scylla theres a senshi killing your house staff. title is from rebellion (lies) by arcade fire, full verse is: Sleeping is giving in,
No matter what the time is.
Sleeping is giving
In, so lift those heavy eyelids.
People say that you'll die faster than without water.
But we know it's just a lie,
Scare your son and scare your daughter.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 12:30 pm
It was the day before Jada was heading back up to New York for fashion week and a few business meetings with her father, Zora, and Lucas, and Jada had spent the morning making plans for the twins; being certain that they had their bags packed, and such. They would be moving in to the house in the city, and she had babysitters lined up. Packing was almost done, and so she was taking a few moments to actually breathe and make sure she had everything- her flight was at 6am. It was a bit of a surprise to look out her back window, at her pretty little garden, and see someone culling her staff. Seriously? At this time of day? Jada vanished from the window, grumbling as she made her way through the house, digging out her henshin pen, powering up, and slipping out her bedroom door. They just kept coming further and further outside of the city, it seemed. A few years ago, it may have been a problem- the Blood Moon had enjoyed free run of her house, since it was so far out. Why were they killing her staff? ********- had they come out this far because someone had traced her association to Scylla, or noted her business association to Isaiah? They'd burned his house down. If they did the same to hers, at least the insurance payout would be intense. (Maybe she needed someone to burn her house down. Then she could build a smaller one and get a bigger garden.) FOCUS. There were no other Negaverse signatures around yet, and Clay wasn't here washing windows (that she'd seen) so she was somewhat at a free reign to do... "Scylla's Hunger!" was her introduction, and the limbs sprang from the ground, flying at the apparently murderous senshi. "Put back that starseed, and get off my- employer's- lawn!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 2:21 pm
"I don't have it," Chrysocolla bit back on reflex, "I already sent it - " but her eyes glittered in the half-light, a semblance of delirium, and she had no time to react to Scylla's called attack - the tentacles reached out and grappled her, pushed her; and she bit back a cry of pain, her arms pushed behind her back. With her arms like that, even if she'd wanted to, she couldn't have called her magic -- it wasn't like it would just drop into her hands, oh no, there had to be the whole ceremony of it with her hands to her chest like some ******** up metaphor for her starseed -- Well. The point was, she was sent flying back with a hiss between her teeth, a booted foot kicking out against the tentacles (but she had no sharp heels, it was just a kick and nothing more) -- her arms had been pushed behind her back by the first one to hit. Half-helpless, up against the literal wall, her hair thrown over one shoulder by the impact. "There's not supposed to be anyone here," Chrysocolla snapped again, indignant this time, trying to get free - "I checked, I checked -- what's your problem with me?!" She jerked her neck and winced - one tentacle had a hold on her ponytail, and she was going to be feeling that later.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 6:47 pm
Well, that was more effective than Scylla had expected. The other senshi's expression was half-crazed, almost like she was sick, and honestly, Scylla has more than willing to press that advantage. She didn't have it- "Where did you send it?" her inquiry was terse, bitten, and the tentacles coiled around her enemy gnawed at the corrupt's skin, the toothy 'mouths' gnawing on her skin like fingernails, ripping at the magical fuku. "There's not supposed to be anyone here," Scylla agreed, "Especially not you. coming on to private property and murdering some rich family's gardener- what is even wrong with you?! He's a father, you piece of-" Her voice cut off, pausing to recalibrate. "Get. It. Back! Put it back! And I'll let you go." How long did she have? s**t- didn't they die in a couple minutes? How long had he been without a starseed? "And what if my boss had been here?!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 11:07 am
"I can't get it back," Chrysocolla snapped; she looked hollow, like someone had wrung her out and strapped wires to the husk left behind, making her move without her knowing why. Bits of her tights were shredded, her skin below prickling at the cold night air -- her arms scraped, starting to bleed a little -- She winced, heavily, and hung her head and breathed - someone had wrapped a band around her skull and tightened it, it felt like. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, and she blinked them away, angrily. "He startled me, I'd put it back so you'd leave me alone but I can't, I can't, I'm sorry --" she kicked out again, desperately, trying to free herself - "I didn't mean to hurt anyone! He scared me!" It was a child's protests...mostly because she was a child, the final vestiges of baby fat still on her cheeks. She was smaller than Scylla, and pudgy, and looked like she didn't know if she wanted to run or if she wanted to rip someone's heart out and the indecision was going to break her one piece at a time. (It'd already started, obviously, but maybe it was nicer if her desperation meant she'd always been this way, that the Negaverse had done nothing to her she hadn't already been capable of.)
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 4:14 pm
Jada's maternal instincts were going positively haywire. The child was taller than she was, when she wasn't wearing heels, but skinnier, and <********>- she couldn't tell if the corrupt was high, or sick, or... <********>. She grabbed her senshi phone, holding the child with a tentacle, and wondering who she knew she could call. No one. "Most people don't kill people who startle them," Scylla said firmly, yet her voice was much more gentle, now, no longer laced with fury. It was, by the sound of it, much too late for the poor man, and his kids would grow up- "You need to leave. The man you just murdered has two children, and now they are going to grow up missing one of their parents, because you got scared by a weaponless person." Did the girl even understand? Scylla grunted, not sure what she could do. She knew what she should do- she could almost see the cake Ares had made her when she killed the first time- taste it in her mouth like blood and ashes. She should tighten her grip on her and make sure that the corrupt couldn't hurt anyone else, ever again. She should do to her as she had done once to Tanzanite, and throw the girl so far that she couldn't come back. "Teleport away," she said at last, staring at the child. "Teleport away and don't come back. If you do- if anyone else turns up dead in this area- I'll be looking for you. This is your one strike."
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 5:05 pm
Chrysocolla was tripping over her own tongue, going progressively paler the longer Scylla spoke - "I w-won't come back -- I won't, I promise --" she knew, even if subconsciously, how easy it would have been for her death to happen here at the hands of some Senshi she'd never seen before (her boots, red, on someone's throat -- triumphant words from someone else, she can't make them out, but they're so proud - it had been so easy, she could remember, and nothing more). There were sucker-scrapes all on her forearms, her thighs, her neck canted at an odd angle from the tentacle holding her ponytail too tight -- "I-I'm not." She swallowed, licking her lips, trying to breathe. "I don't come out here. I don't -- I just wanted to see --" The urge to bite and kick and scream was building up in her, like a bomb ready to go off, and she hated it -- she swallowed it down again, too busy being afraid, and tears bubbled up and spilled down her cheeks - she'd thought she'd gotten rid of this, of the crying and apologizing when it was hardly (it was her fault it was her fault it was her fault) her fault at all. "I c-can't -- I need to focus." And she couldn't focus like this, not crying and scraped up and bleeding. She looked at Scylla like she was some terrible twisted dark savior, and it was vile.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 6:58 pm
I just wanted to see, the corrupt stammered, and Scylla was struck again by how ******** young the girl seemed to be. s**t. She was almost straining with the effort of maintaining her power, and she didn't want to be alone and at the mercy of a vengeful corrupt; Scylla hissed out air through her teeth and used her Ashen Lilac Crystal to cast Black Spot on the girl. Half an hour- she'd have an advantage for that long. She still had her magic, and she would be able to sense where the corrupt was, for a time. At least in a general sense- it would give her enough of an advantage. Either way, she needed to be out of here within minutes- who knew what reinforcements the corrupt might bring back with her, to try and take out a lone eternal, far from any other support. "You need to go," she told the girl again, her voice gentling still further, and she loosed the grip that the tentacles had on the child; she couldn't stop the inherent need of those hungry mouths to rend and tear and feed, but she could give the girl a bit of space. But she couldn't- ugh. With a thought, Scylla took the risk to release the other eternal from her captivity, the limbs vanishing; then she pulled off one of her cuffs, tossing the filmy sleeve to the child. "Bind your wounds. Focus. You've seen enough here. Leave, and just this once, I'll clean up your mess."
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2017 7:18 am
"I won't come back," Chrysocolla repeated again, hoarse; she wanted to tell Scylla how good she could be for the Negaverse, how wonderful that power could be in the hands of people who could train it (even like this she could recognize the twitch in Scylla's eyebrow, how difficult it must have been to control the magic, like a maddened horse with the reins barely holding) - but it wasn't the time. It couldn't be. She took a breath, hitching, shoulders shaking. "I-I'm sorry, I don't --" I don't what, Warhol, a little voice echoed in the back of her mind, probably just the product of her own fevered imagination, I don't what -- "I don't want to hurt anyone -" She said it like it was stuck in her throat and even Chrysocolla looked surprised at that turn of words, like she couldn't control her own mouth. She pressed the sleeve to her bleeding arm and took deep breaths.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2017 8:33 pm
I won't come back, the corrupt promised again, and Scylla pursed her lips, watching her as impassively as she could manage. Her gardener had been a good man- luckily Jada kept a very good 'termination' package for her staff, especially the ones in her Destiny City employ, given the high 'turnover' rate- and high mortality rate. If nothing else, she would take good care of his family. The kids would want for nothing. The dark senshi took one breath after another, pressing the gauzy sleeve to her wounds, and Scylla pressed her lips together. Sorry was such a mild, useless word. "If you don't want to, then why did you?" she asked, forcing her voice to stay level, even as the fury twitched through her. Funny, Jada asking a question like that- there were so many things that Jada did that she didn't want to, but most could be traced back to peer pressure, not being 'startled.' The corrupt needed to be leaving, not apologizing. Scylla had a body to clean up- it would pass easily for a heart attack, except for those who knew to check for less mundane causes.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 8:36 am
"I don't know - " Chrysocolla was getting more and more distressed again; and for a second she looked like her own body, her own thoughts, were terrifyingly alien to her. Like there was someone else struggling to the surface, drowning, pleading - she blinked and it was gone, subsumed under again; and her eyes were hazy and a little unfocused, and her skull was splitting and her face was burning. "I don't know," she said to Scylla again with much less conviction, standing up with a jerky movement. Her nose had begun to bleed, but before the first drop hit the ground, Chrysocolla was already gone with only dirty bootprints and a man who was never going to wake up to mark her passing.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 10:04 am
There came a point when even Jada got a clue, and like always the clue was too little, too late. Her bright violet eyes flickered, and she reached out a small, delicate hand towards the other senshi, blood-red lips parting in a soft exhale. She recognized that look, that desperation. She couldn't speak to the other woman's source, but she knew her own. “Hey,” she said, bending at the waist, her french-tipped nails scraping gently over her own gauzy veil, tangled over the bleeding arm. “Let's go ta-” But no. The girl was gone, and Scylla was left behind with wide eyes, and overwhelming failure. s**t. She had a body to clean up, and there was a corrupt out there who needed help, and she would be gone and unable to provide it. Daekie FIN~? We will need another sometime <3
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