Her arms and legs were stiff, her muscles sore, her gut aching. While Scylla hated to admit that she was getting a bit out of shape, there were some signs that no one could deny. Her current soreness and ache was one such sign, and she groaned into the cold, moving through the darkness.
Tonight she wore her comfy woolen leggings that matched her senshi cell phone, with little monocled squid and octopus. Her chained shoes were a poor match for them, as were her painted toenails; The bright red Burberry that she wore almost every time she went out in winter was closed tightly against the cold, and she had stuffed her bruised hands in soft black gloves, tucking away her rainbow crystal.
The crystal Caedus had given her hung down her front, tightly and securely wrapped, bouncing against her front as she made her way over the rooftops, considering each flicker of energy with caution. Her blood had been pumping hotter, faster, with fear and excitement, ever since... she had remembered how it felt, to fight with someone at her side. Remembered how the Court had been, when you could trust your right and left hands. The excitement that had come from combat, the rush of adrenaline and that soft taste of fear.
She held a cup in one gloved hand, full of fresh, scorching coffee; in her other, she held a bag carrying some leftover dessert, for a quick sugar pick-me-up. She wouldn't be out late tonight, hopefully. It all depended on how long it took her to relax.
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Wolfeite
Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 2:59 pm
It was so easy, to be out at night.
It was his favored time, after all; hunting was neither a game, nor a sport, but a way of life for Wolfeite, a simple facet of something that he had created that he now could not be separated from. The guise of Archer Wren that he pulled over himself every so often was nothing in comparison to who he was now; it seemed absurd that he had ever though that he had even truly been living before he had become Wolfeite.
He felt the power signature now, sifting, burning through the air like acid; sterile and white and Order, Wolfeite's lip curling beneath the mask. He wanted to sink teeth into that signature and snap it; he wanted everything to break under his fingers, until it shattered.
He was on the rooftops. He could -
He could see a glimpse of scarlet just up ahead, the building beside the current.
She was settling into place when she felt the signature. Still somewhat far off, but strong enough to be a problem. She did so dislike problems. And she had no backup tonight; if it was someone overly unfortunate, she'd have to go off at a trot. It was strange, the way she was encountering people instead of youma, now; back in the day it had been the other way around. Perhaps, now, youma weren't as necessary for the prowling since they had an overflow of corrupted footsoldiers to do their bidding.
Pushing back her bright red hood so she could get a better look around, vision not obscured by the edges of the cloth, she looked in the general direction of the aura, eyes flickering away to possible places the aura could teleport to. Not behind her, at least; and to the right was open air, so unless they were willing to take a fall- unless they couldn't see well enough.
Her own vision wasn't good enough in the darkness to see what was out there, but she adjusted her grip on her coffee, quietly taking a sip and leaning back against the building. Waiting to see if they would come, or if they would pass by.
kuropeco
Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 7:31 pm
The red was burning in his vision; he could see it like blood, sharp and bright in the darkness. Wolfeite's expression beneath the mask was pure hunger, pure adrenaline; the thrill of the hunt, the thrill of the chase, the prey, right in front of him.
They hadn't moved. Wolfeite could see them shifting, but there was no running away, just looking around, possibly, for the source of the power signature that was radiating outward from Wolfeite. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the night, the shadows creeping up and down his legs, shedding blackness as they went.
His eyes closed. Opened again.
Then he teleported across the gap that lay between the buildings.
He appeared a few feet away from them - a woman, now that he was close enough to see their face. Dark haired and red caped, her energy level strong enough to rival his own, at least in terms of their apparent levels - no one could come close to Wolfeite's strength, and he knew it.
The mask was still over the lower half of his face, but Wolfeite smiled, slow and steady, unseen and tucked away.
The aura wasn't moving away. At all. It was pausing, and the tension began to coil in her gut, sharp and painful. She reached up to play with her necklace, the gemstone heavy on the front of her- and the signature moved.
Close. Teleportation.
The general that appeared wasn't... right. It could have something to do with any number of the triggers that said Nope, Nope, Nope to just about all the logic centers in her brain. Or maybe it was just the overwhelming feeling of Chaos that came with his appearance, and the darkness.
Scylla gave the General a smile, sucking in a deep breath and trying to focus her mind. "A mouse?" she asked, slightly amused, "I suppose it's better than you deciding to make a joke about me being Red Riding Hood."
The tension still hovered in her gut. "I'm not much of a mouse, though. I'll give you little." Especially compared to him. He had almost a foot on her, probably.
She hated being so short.
kuropeco
Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 9:14 am
A derisive snort escaped, low and amused. Wolfeite's ears were straight, alert, listening carefully for any signs or any indications that this senshi was about to do anything stupid. His chin lifted, head tilted ever so slightly, glowing gold eyes resting on her face.
"I don't put much stock in children's stories," he said, with a rumble of a growl deep in his throat, reverberating throughout each word, laid into each syllable. "The wolf gets killed in that one. And I am not about to be tricked into getting killed anytime soon."
His tail flicked behind him, back and forth, a short bark of a rasping laugh escaping.
"All of you Order - " He said the word like it was tainted, like it was something disgusting on the bottom of his shoe. " - are little and all of you are mice. Or sheep, if you would prefer. Blinding stumbling over each other, filthy little creatures with no better idea of what they're doing."
Hey, she had amused him. That had to mean something, right? maybe that he'd keep talking before he tried to...??? Was he bored and looking for company? His eyes were glowing, and she'd never seen one like-
Oh, his voice, went all deep and growly and dangerous. Not the time for her to be appreciating the enemy, though, honestly.
Was that a tail? Scylla's head tilted, and she took him in, eyes morphing to open curiosity. Was he part youma? Like Tanzanite, like Cinnabar? She'd never actually had the chance to look at one other than Tanzanite for any length of time, and Tanz.... well. Scylla hadn't spent much time with her.
"Well," she said after a moment, bright purple eyes flickering up to meet glowing gold, "That certainly isn't a cat tail." And she certainly wasn't inclined to tug it, like she might a dog.
All of you Order are little and all of you are mice... Blinding stumbling over each other, filthy little creatures...
Awesome.
"I'm sure you think you are," she told him, shifting to open up the top of her coat. Cool air. Focus. Breath. Danger. "And I'm sure a good majority of Order is still wondering who they are, who they serve, why they have been abandoned here alone." Scylla had; for the longest time. Then she had stopped caring about serving, and princesses, and who led what and why. Her team had given her purpose, for a time. And yet combat did it now. When she had time to think, she was lost. When she was forced to live in the now...
"I've been around a while. I am better than that." Scylla could dish confidence right back at him, even if she was probably bluffing. Goodness knew she could chuck bullshit- she did it for a living.
Shifting her weight, she focused her mind for a moment, however brief, and said idly, "You know, you have a bit of a Black Spot on your face. Is that normal?"
kuropeco
Ashen Lilac Crystal Ability NAME: The Black Spot What it does: A tracking ability, this works like the black spot of lore. Scylla curses a target within 10 feet, and she is able to track them. No matter how far away they get or how weak in level they are, she can feel their aura for a maximum of 30 minutes. It is not a situation of "Lieutenant Loser is in front of a red door, with a sign saying 'Slappy's Slapstick Joint'" or some other form of magical Google Maps. This is a sensation of direction and approximate distance. This does not give her the ability to follow them if, for example, they get sucked through one of the mirrors or into the Negaverse area: She cannot differentiate if they went to the Rift/Mirrorspace/Planet/Wonder/Died/Powered down- it is just like bad cell phone service. It cuts off. If her target, however, only teleports or mirrorwalks away, she can still follow them.
Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2017 9:39 am
She was strong, he would give her that; judging by the power signature and the wings, she was possibly on the same level as some of the other senshi he was acquainted with, like Dia - but she was not as strong as he was, not even close. He did not need to read her aura to know that much.
Another rasping laugh, a bark, almost a growl.
"No," said Wolfeite, "I'm not a cat. I'm not one of those little kittens who prowl around Destiny City looking for people to wake up into you Order sheep."
Gold eyes flickered towards the movement as the senshi's coat shifted, fabric moving, before he let his gaze move back up to her face. The confidence and arrogance was there, lining her words, sinking through the syllables, and Wolfeite felt a grin start to form beneath the mask on his face.
"Are you, though?" he asked lightly. "I highly doubt that."
The question of a black spot made his gaze narrow, however, Wolfeite's ears slowly lowering, flattening back against his hair. He wasn't sure what she was referring to, but the cadence of her words suggested something other than the black paint smeared around his eyes.
Another raspy laugh and Scylla was shifting on instinct, swaying from one heeled foot to the other, torso tilting towards him as it did with others, body language open and inviting nearness. Contact. Not that she wanted such, with an enemy, but old habits died hard. She caught herself leaning in, pulled back; clucked her tongue. "So I can just leave my laser pointer right where it is," she said with a smile, "Noted."
His arrogance in continuing to call them Order Sheep was impressive. That arrogance was what had gotten Little Red's Wolf with rocks sewn into his tummy, so she wouldn't complain. She licked her lips, thoughtful, tasting the strawberry lip balm she'd put on before she left and considering her next option. He hadn't attacked- yet. He clearly hadn't decided not to, either, yet. The wind was cold, and she lifted one manicured finger to press at the corner of her mouth, considering.
"Does it have to be highly doubting?" she asked with a soft little sigh. "Can't there be just a little doubt? The benefit of a doubt, maybe? I mean, you hardly know me, how can you doubt me already?" she pressed one hand to the bit of sternum from her open coat, grounding herself in the contact. "Not a good start to our relationship, Mr. Wolf."
Oh! His ears moved. And while she full well knew flattening ears meant the dog was about to bite you, she couldn't hide her interest. It was kind of adorable in a terribly terrifying way, and she shifted onto her tip toes, body leaning back inwards again, eyes on his ears. "Do those actually work, or are they part of your uniform or-"
Oh, there went the low voice again, and she paused, considering him. "You know, I think," she said, and leaned ina bit closer, one hand reaching out. "Let me just check-"
xkuropeco
Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 9:10 am
He watched her, eyes narrowed, but everything about his posture - from the rigid way in which he held his shoulders, to the slightly shifted apart feet to better his balance - suggested that he was as alert and prepared for anything that might come towards him. The senshi's stance implied openness. Wolfeite's implied quite the opposite.
Laser pointer? He did not appreciate being mocked. Wolfeite's lip curled beneath the mask, drawing back into a sneer that was unseen but everything about his countenance was the physical representation of that as it was. Gloved claws curled together against his palm and then unfurled again.
"All you sheep are the same," said Wolfeite. "There's no need to get to know you to know that."
The word was spat out, derisive. She was coming closer now, swaying towards him, and Wolfeite's ears flattened further against his hair, his teeth clicking together, sharp and violent, grinding against each other. There was the faint scent of strawberry, and possibly something else, but -
The moment her finger touched his nose, he lunged.
There was a snarl, ripping from his throat, and Wolfeite's hands surged out, clawed fingers scraping towards her midsection, his eyes burning.
In retrospect she knew it was coming. He had the classic animal thing going on. Her magic was going beep beep beep proximity alert danger Will Robinson. And as always Jada ignored the alert. She held the magic close to her skin, the attack unsoken in her mouth.
He lunged, and she twisted late, letting his claws graze over her abdomen in shallow rivulets. She had to, to ensure she grabbed his arm. Twisted close, pressing into the limb. "So sorry, my poor little wolf, but you misread your fairy tales."
Onto tip toes, bleeding sluggishly, and she whispered two words into his ear.
"Scylla's Hunger."
The tentacles engulfed them together.
kuropeco
Sailor Scylla is able to create what looks like tentacles, but instead of suckers on them they appear to have tiny teeth. These tentacles can either grab and hold the opponent, the small mouths tearing at the enemy's flesh, or strike the opponent.
There is a lot more blah blah, but the mouths will be more effective on the magical/youma bits of him than on what is still human.
Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2017 2:06 pm
He felt the satisfying rip of his claws across her stomach, but the victory was too short lived, the senshi's hands sinking into his arm. She was too near him now to be anything but encroaching, and Wolfeite gave a snarl of anger, his ears flicking away from the breath of her voice.
The tentacles slithered up from nowhere, wrapping around his ankle, snapping pain shooting up his leg. A snarl tore from Wolfeite's throat; he kicked out violently, shoving the senshi with the arm she still held onto as another tentacle crept up and latched onto his tail.
It felt like little needles in his skin, snatches of pain. Wolfeite twisted roughly in an attempt to get them off, half spitting with rage, and kicked out with his free leg, booted foot aiming for either the tentacles or the senshi herself, either one would do at the moment.
A barking, rasping laugh escaped, feral in nature.
"You think this is all it takes?" Wolfeite hissed. "You sheep are nothing."
He kicked, hissing and spitting, and Scylla let the three writhing arms take the blows for her. "Ego bruised, Mr. Wolf?" she asked, pressing a hand to the sluggish, slow bleeding of her belly. "You seem mighty defensive for a predator. You haven't yet realized that to the Kraken, you're nothing more than prey. But you will realize it. I am going to skin you, and wear you as a cloak." His snark was frightening, and her bloos spilled from between her fingers, sharp and metallic-sweet.
How much of her threat was literal, she wondered? Enough. Red Riding Hood cut the wolf open, sewed stones into his egotistical stomach. Scylla would do the same, and then devour him for good measure.His blows fed through to her via the magic, his booted foot making solid contact with the limbs, sending pulsing thuds up her arms. Contact. Connection. Pain, sharp and focusing.
She could flee, not taunt him. But then what lesson would this wolf learn? It was a hard lesson to learn, that one was not top of the food chain. Better he learn it from a sheep like her, instead of a more dangerous enemy.
kuropeco
Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 8:56 am
Her condescending tone was like fingernails on a chalkboard, razing against everything that he was. Wolfeite let out a bark of a laugh, a full bodied one that shook its way down his limbs, blood starting to seep from the spots where the teeth of the tentacles sunk beneath his uniform.
"Is that what you think you are?" he asked, voice a growl. "You think you're some mighty beast? How laughable. You're nothing more than a pretender. You're nothing more than a weak little lamb who thinks she can fight, and it's pathetic. You're pathetic."
He snatched an arm free of a snapping tentacle and lunged forward, the mask slipping until it was tangled around his neck, and the sharp, white teeth were visible, Wolfeite's lips parting. From the base of his throat a howl ripped, long and guttural, vibrating through the air around them as he tried to sink his teeth into her arm.
infinities
Howl - Wolfeite lets out a resounding howl and the force of it causes a sense of paralyzing fear that is stronger the lower ranked you are. For twenty seconds, the opponent will experience any, some, or all of the side effects of abject and complete terror - paralysis, nausea, dizziness, lightheadedness and a stinging pain in the head. This terror will keep them occupied and sometimes unable to move until the magic breaks. The stronger the target, the less effective it is.
"I think I'm a stubborn b***h," she said cheerfully, "and I think if you think you're gonna take me out, you better be ready to go with me." she could promise him that much.
He lunged forward, sharp white teeth and a gutteral howl, and her arm lifted to protect her throat as her fight or flight instincts engaged. The nausea hit before he did, and the shudder that ran down her spine, hair prickling at the back of her neck. There was one second of clarity where she reviewed her options:
1. Run away, run away. 2. Punch him in the face. 3. Headbutt him. 4. Maybe actually use her tentacles and chuck him off the roof. (He'd probably teleport back, but she wasn't afraid to play a game of hey batter batter- eventually she'd hit him out of the park.) 5. Bring that fat face of his in real close and scream in his pointy wolf-ear.
The the panic was fully settled, and honestly, she wasn't much positioned to actually think about what she was doing. At his height he had to come down to bite her, and she took advantage of that to try and jump up and headbutt him- and/or bite him back, her entire body shaking with nausea, terror and fury. If she had ears of her own, they would be pinned back. "You stupid ******** ********>." As his teeth sank in, she was able to grit a few brief words out, but then the pain hit through the adrenaline, and she shrieked, pain and fury, sharp, shrill- and terribly close to his fuzzy ears.
And around them her magic raged uncontrolled, snapping and hitting at them both at her lack of focus.
Overall a terribly poorly thought out onslaught. 0/10, she would tell herself later.
