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 Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 11:23 pm
For all that changed in his visage, youma treated Faustite no differently. Even amongst the old Cathedral halls, monsters smelled the fettered goodness on him - the ramshackle remnants of a life raised in captivity. Spoon-fed morals until he listed through life on an outlook not his, Faustite embodied to them much of what rendered the White Moon so derisively delectable. Misguidance, a fickle aura, and a staunch refusal to begin energy draining each left him a target in the eyes of the Negaverse - of his half-relations.
Then Noctua arrived and pushed his mind further toward that coldswept, blackened blade. Nephilim she said. The word coaxed a snort out of him, a hot breath of smoke to touch the clear atmosphere that eve. Faustite gathered another handful of gravel from the unfinished rooftop while he considered the word, considered its origins, and cultivated his own bitter opinions from the new rise in knowledge. He picked among the stones with a discerning eye. When he found the pebble with just the proper roundness, the ideal weight in his palm when he held it so, he cast it down from his high perch on the bank to strike one of the youma below.
It yelped, distinctly doglike in both recoil and sound, and turned a full circle in its wariness. Soon that fleeting sense of self-preservation passed and it arched upward again, barking futilely at the high walls of the bank.
Looks like I found quite a lineage. Son to wealthy socialites, and son to mindless monstrosities. How will I get out of this one? Or is it better to learn to embrace it? The question stewed while he dropped a second rock, this one striking one of the youma dogs on the muzzle. He wnodered when their singular goal would register as unattainable. He wondered if they would yet realize the pointlessness of their target. A third rock dropped from his hand and struck yet another youma on the back, but this one failed to react.
At once, the three youma dogs reframed their attention to the east with ears pricked in high alert. Faustite caught onto their new target only shortly afterward - a brilliance shone in the distance with such a clarity that Faustite felt an ache behind his eyes, within his fingers, and his starseed itself. What guest am I entertaining now? He wondered, his inner monologue growing cold.merurulince i hope this is ok! i didn't put etoile in the title because i wasn't certain you wanted to include her, though i will edit her in if you choose to take her along!
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2017 2:31 am
Lepus wasn't afraid of much, if anything. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Lepus certainly feared some things, such as being grounded for life if her mother ever found out about her nightly escapades, or Etoile being won over by someone else's promises of endless sweets. Stories such as the boogeyman, or the monster under the bed never scared her, even as a little girl, only serving to fascinate her instead. Once she had gotten old enough to use a computer, Alise had started actively seeking out 'creepypasta', the spookier the better; in a few cases, she had tried testing some of them out, as well. There was still a lot Lepus had yet to learn about being a senshi, despite her years of being one, but she didn't let those things get in the way of her having fun. She wasn't afraid to patrol alone, but understood by now that if she got into any real trouble, that she should call for help. Tonight was one of those 'patrol alone' nights, as Etoile couldn't be convinced to accompany her. No big deal- it happened sometimes, and Lepus learned to deal. As a newly upgraded Super senshi, she felt that she would be fine, though of course, the chibi knew not to get too confident... something she kept forgetting. Traveling along her path, multiple Chaos signatures caught Lepus' attention, and she stopped, frowning. Her magic could work on multiple targets, but did she try to go in alone? She wasn't afraid, but was it a good idea? Curiosity won out in the end, and Lepus slowly moved closer to the source. Strickenized sorry for the late reply! rl things and whatnot will try to get faust and lepus up when i have some more free time!
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2017 6:00 pm
The dogs scattered first, their instincts driven toward the far brighter cast of the star that approached. Again, the score of them accosted the tall buildings earnestly, their drive untempered by the impossibility of their attacking the target. With the walls far too high and insurmountable by their youmafied paws, the pack of dogs were left as little more than an unwanted chorus to another meeting. If nothing else, Faustite found the turn of events mildly interesting for the claims it made about youma intelligence - and their ever-present drive to devour all that is Order.
Faustite himself sstood without the blatant slavering. He looked neither here nor there about confronting another member of Order, though inwardly he cringed at the prospect of its higher power than his own. He wasn't stranger to the ills they wrought on officers of his ilk, but he hadn't always met an Order senshi with a willingness to strike him down. In fact, that one instance was owed to a knight rather than the more magical types - and he hadn't seen her since.
For that, his luck bore out for him.
"They can't reach until the building comes down, Senshi. Show yourself." He spoke not directly to the source of the aura, but instead in its cardinal direction. Hands folded over one another where he toyed with the rings adorning his blacked fingers. There he waited, searching through the cover of night for the star's approach. Perhaps, with a little luck and a lot of cowardice, they might turn from the area and leave him to his idle taunting. He wasn't draining energy, after all - he hadn't done so since he earned his starless eyes.
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2017 2:43 am
Any possible attempts at being stealthy were promptly shot down by Faustite calling her own, and Lepus sheepishly moved closer, to the source of the Chaos auras. The youma were down below, at the very least, so she didn't have to worry about becoming youma food or anything... not that she thought it would happen. Under the cover of night, and from a distance, it was hard to make out just who she was talking to, though Lepus sensed something was... off, in a sense of speaking. Still, it didn't deter her, nor did she run away. "... They're kind of noisy, huh?" Lepus finally said, peering down at the youma hounds.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2017 8:25 pm
Faustite snorted as he cast his condescending gaze down toward the helpless youma. There they barked and scratched and dug at old brick with all the enmity in their bodies, and yet found no success. The newly-minted star remained far, far from their grasp. She stood upon tar paper and wooden beams and layers of cement, standing on rebar and reinforced brick, and leveraged high above their heads like the echoes of her power in the sky. There, they twinkled with mischievous candor.
"They're broken," he answered her. "They're people who aren't people anymore." Fingers laced together, thumbs circled each other with a pervasive restlessness. Faustite himself embarked on a long, slow pace from one parapet to the next.
"It begs some questions, doesn't it? When does a human stop being a human? Is it when their body dies or changes? Is it when their starseed shatters? Where's that line? And what about the humans caught in the liminal spaces, who aren't wholly themselves but they aren't quite youma?" He paused then, considering. When he looked to her at last, he noted the rabbit ears stretched over her head. She looked young, younger than him - too young, perhaps, to think of such questions. To care. Young enough that she might yet buy easily into charisma and declaration. Young enough to still believe in a future, certainly.
But no one was too young to die. No one was too young to lose all parts of their life as they knew it.
"What do you think, Senshi? If you kill a youma, does it feel like killing a man?"merurulince so sorry about the wait, i've been really sick
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