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 Posted: Thu May 04, 2017 11:18 pm
It was a rather quiet night at the docks. The weather was playing nice that evening and the smell of the water so close was always a comfort to Crocus. He was making it a bit of a habit to start his patrols in the area, probably because that's usually where he was in the evening on most days. He'd start out there and slowly make his way towards home for the night. The new mission in his life kept him out later these days, but he was slowly starting to incorporate it into his daily life style. Maybe one day he'd get used to the change, he wasn't actually sure if he wanted that day to come sooner or later though.
He crossed his arms behind his head as she sneaked around, looking for any strangers her could target with his mirror wraith. It was really turning out to be pretty bare in the area though, he couldn't sense the presence of a fellow Dark Mirror either, Avior probably had something else to do that evening and Acubens had other students to worry about besides babysitting him all the time. It would be nice to have some company though.
He was going to call it quicks and head on out when he felt a rather strange presence. It wasn't like anyone he had picked up on before, he was still quite new to this after all. He really ought to ask Acubens if she could maybe help explain to him what all the differences were, but it would probably be hard to understand (or even explain) without first hand experience. The only thing he could really say for certain was that he didn't think it was a fellow Dark Mirror. Should he leave it be? He was awfully curious though and from what he had picked up from Acubens he didn't think he was a real target. Even if they weren't part of the same team, was there a chance they could have a civil encounter?
Well, maybe he could try to be sneaky anyway. He needed to figure out these powers one way or another, might as well start with that first-hand experience stuff tonight. Strickenized I'm pretty terrible with starts, but here you go. c:
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Posted: Tue May 09, 2017 8:17 pm
Faustite hadn't seen the sun in days.
As a normal teenager, he never spared it a second thought. Naturally his days started at around 6AM and progressed through the rigorous structure of morning routines, school, extracurricular activities, and so forth with only rudimentary consideration for the weather. The sun hadn't mattered much but for determining whether to wear sunscreen, or which outfit looked most appropriate. It existed as a fixture, as a marker for time, as a ubiquitous light source with which he could find his way.
But the day that his humanity left him came and went, and with it departed his right to see the sun. Any of the scant hours he could spend beyond the egregious caves of the Negaverse necessitated gloves, sunglasses, and a perpetual uniform that spoke of long-past Edwardian fashions. So he neglected the daylight hour, knowing it as a time beyond his grasp, and dwelt in darkness for the past several days. Even now, emerging under the scanty light of the moon proved a great step in his reacclimation to the world. The night breeze held none of the stale rot, the sodden mildew, or the ancient bones of cities long past their prime. Here, he smelled life in the flowers on the air, and heard the sounds of laughter in the surrounding noise pollution. Here, the city breathed a very different sort of life.
And in such darkness, Faustite could relax. He could shirk the sunglasses from his blacked eyes and retired the gloves from his blacked hands. Low lighting afforded him some semblance of cover for his recent changes, and the subtlety of it gave him some time to experience human treatment from the other combatants in the war. Here, he wasn't a number or a spectacle.
But his musings ran short - his perch on the high arches of the east side bridge afforded him some view in each direction, and allowed him to ascertain his incoming company shortly after he felt the auric energy on the air. Someone approached, feeling much like the Dark Mirror company kept when the oil-creature attacked the warehouse. His breast felt the familiar flutter of errant snow, algid and cutting in its memory. Maybe this one knew more of it?
Faustite stood and cast himself from his view of the river that emptied into the ocean, and dismounted from the high perch. he landed, then, on the pavement road that stretched between both sides of the city, yawning over the river. The approaching party was nearly upon him now. He crossed arms and waited for conversational distance.
Drawing in a breath, he delivered a neutral, almost bored tone. "Hello, Mirror Senshi. Quite surprising to find you here."
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 9:17 am
Whatever it was that Crocus was following was coming closer. He realized, probably too late, that they could also sense him, so there wasn't really much of a point in him trying to be sneaky. Of course, there was a difference in being able to sense another's presence and actually knowing where they were. The other party didn't seem to be going out of their way to hide from him though, he wondered if that was an open invitation to fight or talk.
He didn't answer right away when they spoke to him, they had been clever to leave out emotion in their tone, making it harder for him to read any intentions the other might have. Acubens had warned him to be weary of those not in his court. While they weren't enemies, that didn't make them allies either.
"I find this part of the city relaxing, don't you?" The River always helped to calm him down, somehow it made him feel more confident. If you could tame the water on a boat, it made situations like these seem easy. They were still at a distance that made it hard to make out exactly what the other person looked like, would it be okay for him to come closer?While the stranger before him knew what he was, Crocus had no idea which side they were on. Acubens had only made mention of White Moon and Negaverse, but he hadn't seen the difference (aside from a cat) for himself.
He wasn't sure if he should give himself away to being new to all of this or not, he doubted the other would have any pity on him really."I'm Crocus, it's a pleasure to meet someone else down there way for a change." He took a small step forward and held out his hand as an offering, not that he would really be offended if the other took it or not. He was sort of testing the waters here. How much could he trust or how much did the other party trust him?Strickenized Sorry about the delay! It took me longer to settle in after the move than expected.
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2017 6:01 pm
"I find it's full of garbage," he answered, his tone unchanged. "It's a Negaverse dumping ground. If it lacks a starseed, it's food for the fishes. Sounds a little old-fashioned, doesn't it?" Faustite kept his hands pinned behind his back while he looked out at the thrashing river as it spilled toward the sea. Its continual drone was not lost on him; in what felt like another lifetime, Elex often preferred the company of rushing water. With it came an old power, a surety that it would carve its way through the earth on its own time. And for as long as he remained at its side, he could toss away what fears he had into its endless stream.
When Crocus stepped forward, Faustite took note and turned his gaze from the long sights ahead of him. He looked first to the hand offered, then directly into the zaffre eyes of the man before him. He looked young, much like him. He looked like hope still spread burgeoning wings in his chest, like the weight of the world's benign indifference hadn't yet crushed his ribs. Faustite held his hand up, his palm facing his company, with blacked fingers splayed out for examination. "Are you sure you want to shake my hand? I'd be flattered if you did." The captain's revulsion at his touch was not lost on him, nor was it entirely unwarranted.
Or unwanted, he supposed.
"It's been a while since I've seen your kind," he admitted. "Maybe a month now. Maybe more. They gathered on a warehouse - one of the old, vacant husks that sits on the edge of the industrial district. There, they fought a creature that spewed what looked like motor oil on anyone that dared get close to it. It was then that I saw one of yours that was frighteningly powerful - more than any General I've met.
"And when they destroyed the creature, that was that. They just left. Is that how your Court spends its days? Hunting monsters that claim dead buildings as their home?"Leopleuradon it's ok! i had a bit of an issue with characterization for a while
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 11:17 am
Well, Crocus would never be able to look at this River the same again, thanks a lot for that little bit of info. Seriously, how could someone ruin one of his favorite spots in this crazy city? Now he'd be worried about what he could be hovering over in his boat every time he took it out. He wondered how many people were resting at the bottom now. It was a little too morbid of a thought for him to focus on now.
When the other man lifted up his hand, Crocus wasn't shy about leaning forward just a bit to get a better look. They only had the moonlight and street lights to help out after all. Were they black? They seemed sharper as well, definitely something he had never seen before. "Well, I mean. As long as touching them isn't going to hurt me? You don't seem all that bad. I mean, aside from tell me about this....dumping zone. I take it you're one of these 'Negas' I keep hearing about...." He held his hand closer now, so that if the other man wished he only had to grip Crocus' if he so desired. "I did miss your name though." He winked playfully, his curiosity was outweighing all the warnings he'd been given before. All those time Acubens had told him 'Don't trust no Nega', he was definitely at least aware of the warnings, but she wasn't here now. If he was really going to hurt him, why just approach him?
Oh, so the other was aware that he was in the Dark Mirror Court, Crocus really needed to learn to distinguish all these different factions. He wasn't sure if that was safe to do all on his own, but he had taken a risk tonight. Katya had been nice, and she was a Negaverse Cat. If it hadn't been for her, he probably wouldn't have taken a risk that night. She had said there were some on her side that were willing to be on his as well.
"I...wasn't there for that." He wasn't sure if he should give away exactly how new he was to prowling the city at night. Would the other take advantage of his ignorance? IT was quite possible they would. He didn't quite get what the other meant by 'General', it was probably a high ranking in the Negaverse. GUessing by how powerful the person fighting was, he assumed it was a very high position. He had to either be talking about Remarque or Leto.
"Most of my nights are spent just wandering around and gathering energy for my court. I try not to fight when I can, not that I'm like...a pacifist or anything like that." Crocus shrugged his shoulders a bit.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 9:40 am
The other boy seemed a touch offended for Faustite's morbid dispensary of Destiny City tidbits. He hadn't lived there long enough to know of his own accord, certainly, but Umber's admissions to habitual dumping grounds was not lost on him. In this, however, he gained his first fragment of understanding for the senshi before him - he despised the remnant dehumanization that came after violence. He might even despise the violence, too.
A pity he stepped into the war, then.
He similarly took note of the 95% approach to the handshake, and closed the distance of his own accord. He kept his grip stable, perhaps a little soft. He was a light touch, after all, and that trait seldom fell away easily. "I never gave it," Faustite confessed, perhaps coldly. He never quite minded the smarter ones, but they weren't as manipulable as the rest. He certainly wasn't Chrysocolla, who would wait with vacant doe-eyes until someone told her to jump. He wasn't Arsenopyrite, either, who never appeared quite sure enough to make a solid decision. And the boy held about him a certain humanity that remained notably lacking among the Negaverse agents. Was that why the training manual said they were no longer allied?
"Was that before your time?" Faustite cracked a hint of a smile. The Mirror Senshi's admission to never before feeling a Negaverse agent gave him some idea of newness - perhaps as new or newer than Faustite himself, though without his name written in black luck. "It must be hard, knowing your allies fought such a monster with only the Negaverse to back them up. I saw one of your royals that day." He knew no name for that face, however.
Are you ashamed of being passive? He looked from the sea to the boy, the blonde hair wisping over his face as gently as the overlay played at his outfit. Flowers adorned him, sporting that same paleness to match his hair. Negaverse and senshi outfits often played to their strengths, it seemed. He looked well enough - hale and yet unworn by these frequent nights.
"My dear senshi, do you know the difference between being a pacifist and being passive?" I don't think you do. "If you had to make a choice, would you fight? Would you kill someone, even if it meant blood on your hands? Be honest with yourself: what would be at stake for that?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 9:24 am
Well, Crocus definitely wasn't good at hiding anything. That much was obvious by the way the other man was answering him. He got a closer look at the man though when he stepped forward to actually return his handshake. He didn't exactly look 100% human, did that have to do with him being a member of the negaverse? It was his first encounter with one, so he didn't know if they all had abnormalities like this or not. He did seem to have a more...chaotic aura around him. Though, at least he didn't seem all that awful.
"If you were there to back them up, it must have been something that threatened you both." Actually, Crocus was happy to hear that there were obviously something that could bring them together. Even if it was a dangerous monster that threatened their town. The only Royals he could be talking about were Remarque or Leto, more than likely it had been their Prince. He was pretty sure their Princess was less active than their prince, but he couldn't say for sure either way. And since the agent before him didn't seem to want to give up his name, Crocus would give up theirs' either. He almost regretted introducing himself. What could the other do with his name anyway? Other than let others know their was some newbie dark mirror senshi wandering around alone at night.
he tilted his head a bit at the next question. He had to be honest, he didn't like the idea of having to kill anyone. He had been told that by joining the Dark Mirror Court he would probably be able to avoid needless fighting and killing."If it was me or someone else, I sure would hope I'd come out on top. If that's what you mean." There were definitely other members of his court that he would also go to bat for. The thought of anyone messing with Kiuchi or Acubens was unsettling. He wasn't even sure he was capable of killing someone, he wouldn't want to. He'd be satisfied if he could just get away from the situation alive. "It doesn't seem to me like you would hesitate at all. I am glad you choose to talk to me though, rather than fight."
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2017 10:44 am
Faustite fell silent. The answer given was an astute one - that they each showed up and each suffered animosity from the wraith in kind implied a similar enemy. Much like the senshi - neither Dark Mirror nor Negaverse knew sanctuary from them. The divisiveness between the two factions was one muddled, albeit manufactured. He knew not whether it started with competing for resources or a souring of diplomatic relations. Neither did the senshi before him; they were both left to their armchair speculations over matters above their paygrade.
A brow quirked at Crocus' following answer. "How self-assured." He formed a better picture of the senshi by such answers. He recognized, then, that Crocus was loyal, confident, level-headed. That he was diplomatically careful in answering haranguing questions. That he proved highly adept in disarming antagonistic relations. Not everyone of the faction warwas outright braindead, it seemed. A pleasant revalation made more so by Crocus' chaotic affiliation.
But when Crocus made his own observation of Faustite's character, he quickly bit back an ironic smile. "Most of the time, the choice isn't mine. It's easy to assume I'm a monster. Maybe they aren't wrong to say so."
He started to pace. "I didn't give my name earlier. It's Faustite. And it's been a while since I've been able to have a conversation. One that didn't demand that I heel, or paint me as a second-class citizen. It's easy to lose your sense of self in it. Your manners, for example," he added with a point. "It's alarming when you realize the only people treating you like a human being aren't even a part of the faction that made you what you are. Tragic. Maybe it's all just a spat of black humor."
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