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 Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 11:38 pm
Sunglasses and gloves became his constant companions when braving the sun, and he realized he needed them ever more. The weeks spent underground were unkind to Faustite's complexion - and to his visual sensitivity. Initially he suspected that the sun shot hot spears through his eyes due to their utter blackness, but he soon realized the dichotomous falsehood behind such affairs. He was no more a demon than the rest of the Destiny City populace. He was once a child of socialites who spent their time and money dabbling in philanthropy, and he himself catered to their wholesome guidelines. Of all the filth about, his follies were of less renown. No, the constant ache in his head stemmed from so long without the burning globe overhead. He missed it so.
Behind sunglasses, the world knew a muted overlay of gray, but Faustite felt less plaguing pain. He could walk among the noontime sundresses and loosened dress shirts with little more than a sideways glance for the amount of clothing he wore. He could make a purchase of crepes without gaping stares. And he could know the taste of a food so sweetly missed in his quarantine from society that he very nearly drooled on himself before the first bite.
But for as much as Faustite wanted to ease into the ghost of Elex Yorke and forget his budding revelations, he had quotas to meet - quotas dictated no longer by the missing Umber, but by Arsenopyrite and his earnest eagerness to better ease Faustite into the Negaverse. From him, Faustite kept his brush with Noctua a hushed secret. In exchange, Faustite planned to surprise the captain with the full, proper amount of energy owed for this week's installment. His lack of experience was telling, however, and he grew wary of attempting such a venture alone.
For this, he once again spread his senses across the balconies, overhangs, and rooftops in the area. He moved, a stark fleck of black against sunsoaked recesses, in search of a partner of any kind - a youma, a Negaverse senshi, a fellow lieutenant. It mattered not who he found, so long as he found a second soul with which to match his flagrant lack of skill
Though, temptation lingered with allowing Arsenopyrite to shoulder the burden for yet another week. A blessed swath of cool shadows emanated in the distance, and Faustite found another lieutenant among the cityscape. Perhaps he would use them as the deciding factor between whether he drained that afternoon or left the lot of it for another day.kolina wow what is characterization here you go
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 10:14 am
With finals so close and her end of semester recital drawing near Ildri had no real choice but to make herself a free day from all of the school work. As much as she loathed her duties as an agent ******** with her normal life she was not keen on dealing with a sour Leucite. So, like it or not, she needed to reach her quota in one night which...considering that Leucite had lessened her quota amount should be feasible. If she could figure out a good way to go about it. Skill in the draining department was not something she had obtained yet. Clumsy and indiscreet were perfect adjectives to describe her attempts.
But, out she was, scouring the cityscape. The target she tended towards were those walking by themselves at night. Preferably intoxicated or high as they rarely put up much of a fight, she found. Or at least, not a long enough fight to bother her. She had found that men made easier targets too. Using her womanish charms (if one wanted to call them that) she was able to get in close pretty easily. So ideally a drunk man would be the best prey.
Amethyst eyes gazed over the precipice of a building into an alleyway below. She had noted that those leaving the nearby bar tended to use this alleyway as a means to stay out of public eye. Especially if they were in no shape to really be traipsing around the city. It seemed, for now, that no one was utilizing the walk way. Too early, yet. she thought. And it was considering the sun was still in the sky. She'd never attempted to drain so early in the day. The question was though, should she just stake out here or head elsewhere?
As the question rattled around and she weighed pros and cons an energy, most certainly chaotic, was nearby. It was...similar, in a way, to her ex General, Cinnabar. Curious. What was even more interesting was the fact that whomever it was seemed to be headed right for her. It didn't take long for the other lieutenant to come into visual range and Violane turned to face them, hands on her hips. "Working the mid-day shift too?" She questioned with a raised brow as she studied the other person. "I have to admit I wasn't expecting to run into anyone." Ever. She admitted, as she had not once run into someone while out trying to meet her new quota. Though, it had only started a mere few weeks ago and she had fought the duty tooth and nail at first.
IT was then she realized something. "Shouldn't you be in school or something?" It was hard to tell, with the sunglasses, how old the other Lieutenant was, but Ildri was pretty sure he looked younger than herself. Enough so that she pin pointed him to be at High school level. Then again, perhaps she was just digging herself a hole. Not that she much cared. She hadn't been seeking a partner in crime.strickenized That's ok, my tag to you isn't much better. crying
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 11:22 pm
"You could say that," he answered her blithely. "'Working' is close, but maybe not the perfect fit." As he strode to a stop, he observed her for what she projected - sharp edges and powerful posture. A message of confidence swathed in Negaverse femininity. Her haircut betrayed her that much, and left a tomboy overtone on frilly attire. What did she think of herself, standing in such a way? Did she see the world as something to be conquered, to be restrained and subject to her whim? Or did she realize the pawn's game she played as part of the Negaverse? With its teeth barely sunk into her, the end was already assured. Maybe she'd never escape, even if what Arsenopyrite said was true - even if there were ways out.
"Maybe it's serendipity that we found each other, then." Faustite's hands clasped together, the gloves muffling the sound of it. Never one to sit still, Faustite settled into a slow pace. "People like me don't have a 'should be'. Not anymore. The Negaverse took me out of that social equation. I suppose I should thank them." He inclined with a slight bow, a slight c**k of the head, to finish his statement. But his gaze remained on her, ever measuring for a response. Quzzical, cautious, interested. She could be worth his time.
She could be worth a lot of time.
"I could ask the same of you, you know. Shouldn't you be at work? Shouldn't you be in college studying? Shouldn't you be filling your quota instead of standing around and shooting the breeze with another lieutenant?" He smirked faintly. He added to his slurry of questions in a fainter tone, one more bitter than the bored whimsy with which he spoke before. "Shouldn't we be the perfect soldiers?" He let the question hang, a rhetoric that weighed on them both, though perhaps further on him.
This lieutenant, after all, had a life to go back to - a place to call her own, a family that loved her, and obligations that required no further draining of energy. She never stared up at the ceiling to the Cathedral at night, or took her baths where youma walked the halls at times. No, she knew the world he left behind.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 1:01 pm
"People like you?" She questioned with a raised brow. "Interesting way to put it I guess, but I still like to think that there's still a 'should be' considering I still have a life outside of this." She had taken his remark at face value as someone who was pulled into the Negaverse and expected to do the bidding of the 'great' Metallia. Gag her with a spoon. Sometimes the s**t people said almost sounded like a fanatic religion of sorts. And to think, she willingly walked into such a group. Well, not technically unless you consider willing to die instead of joining as an option. She acutely remember Cinnabar holding her against a brick wall presenting the offer to her.
"But maybe it was serendipity." She said with a grin. "But if you must know, I probably should be studying for finals or off practicing for my recital but nope, here I am collecting energy for a General I dislike because I was told it was expected of me." She shrugged lazily but it was obvious there was some disgust there with the amount of venom in her words. "But considering how much I actually care if I reach that quota I am fine with bullshitting instead. If I made the time to 'work' then I certainly have the time to chat instead." If it wasn't obvious before it probably was at that point. Violane had no love for the organization she found herself in nor for the General she was now under. There was a bitterness that they expected her to neglect her own wants and needs for their own. Or, at least, that's how she viewed their military ways.
"So no. Let's not be the 'perfect' soldiers. What the hell are they going to do to us anyway?" The question was metaphorical in a sense. She damn well knew what they could do to them, but at the same time she called their bluff. She didn't expect them to actually follow through with threats considering Leucite had mentioned how terribly in need they were of more agents. strickenized How bad could this turn out? Two bitter agents bullshitting when they should be working?XD
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2017 6:01 pm
"You're right. You do." The irony left him pleased. "What a shame it would be if the Negaverse held that life against you. I'd almost expect it of them. Wouldn't you?" He let the question hang, rhetoric as it was. The steep costs of their shared organization eluded him not; they gathered the power to take, and take they would. When love did not inspire, fear goaded effortlessly.
And that power was what created Chrysocolla, the timid, broken little girl. It created Umber, who left behind empathy due to its great baggage. It created Jet, existing ever outside the rest of them, always pushing himself further to justify his rank to his own bleeding self-doubt. These three stood at the pinnacle of their promotional strength, each demanding respect in their own right through a blisteringly strong aura. They could bend the rules of spacetime with a blink and press hands through chests to either murder or, more disturbingly, leave alive and invigorated. Yet all these people paid their dues with love or fear, with unending ambition or limitless toxicity.
So how would Violane change? Who was this this stubborn girl who fought the Negaverse for her own spare time? What would she be when wearing a General's clothes?
"You remember when they changed you. When one of their best pushed a hand thorugh your chest and held your soul in their hands, and raped it with nothing but the blackest energy. You remember when they gave you this second life, and all the strange powers that came with it. The ability to jump a building isn't natural, it isn't normal. The ability to rip out someone's soul never really happened but in books and dreams. Yet you question what they could do to you if you slacked off. Interesting." He smiled then, thinly, as a hint of distaste spread through his mouth. "I'll explain it to you."
First he shirked his gloves, which he holded and thrust into a back pocket. Next game the sunglasses which, after collapsing, tucked neatly into the crook of his vest. He looked to her with all the starless skies. "Resistance is a hard game to play when they know where you live. They know your name, your workplace. Your family is a Google search away. And if that isn't enough, they'll confiscate your humanity.
"Are you still interested in talking, Lieutenant? That adamance is a rare breed. I quite like seeing it."kolina toxic encouragement is toxic
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 5:57 pm
Violane was uninterested in the rhetorical question that was presented to her. She damn well knew what they could do, but the defiant part of her wanted to see how far she could push. How much could she possibly get away with until the threats became more than just talk to goad her into submission? Violane had given up much of herself growing up to parents who expected her to do exactly as they said. She played that role once and could fall back into again if the need arose, but she wanted to see how far she could get without playing the ‘perfect’ child. Freedom was not something she’d give up easily now that she finally had her taste of it.
“Rape is a nice way of putting it.” It had been complete and ******** agony when the chaotic energy had been forcibly shoved into her starseed but it certainly was a close enough reference. “But you’re right, there’s not a damn thing normals about us anymore, but that doesn’t mean we have to give up our entire selves.” That was one thing that Violane was damn determined to do. She had no interest in giving up what made her, her
“But let them come exact revenge. I don’t have much to offer as I stand. With the way things are shaping up within a year my parents will disown me, I’ll be a poor 20 something year old with nothing but my violin to make me money. ********, let them go after my family, see how much I care. The only thing they could take from me would be my life and really, if they’re going to control me like a puppet, why not let them have it? There’s no point in living at that point.”
As he removed her gloves and glasses, the white-haired agent caught herself almost staring at him. Mind, she was hardly disgusted or sickened by what she saw. Having been an agent under a half-youma, Violane was damn well aware what could happen though she didn’t know the details of how such things happened. “I see you got off a bit easy appearance wise.” She remarked about his appearance as she stepped closer to get a better look. The black fingers and claws were an interesting addition but it was his eyes that were actually disconcerting. “If you were going for shock factor you came up short with me, sweetheart. My Gen….ex-general, was half Youma and had quite a physical display compared to you. Horns, tail, scales and all. It was actually pretty mesmerizing to watch her move around considering such ‘monster’s’ shouldn’t exist in this world. So, compared to her you got off fairly easy.”
She turned away from his cold, blank stare unable to keep a locked gaze with him. “Smart of you to use glasses and gloves to get around though. Save that glamour time for when you really need it.” She commented airly.
“And yes, I get what you’re saying, the negaverse could take my humanity away. I am not that much of an idiot to not realize this. Mind, I don’t know exactly how it happens and maybe you could fill me in on some details there.” She waved a hand in his direction. “That would at least be some useful information worth pissing my General off over.”
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 6:31 pm
"How hopeful," he commented snidely. Being disowned would be easier than just disappearing.
Presently, Violane acted no different than a petulant child. Maybe that's what she was - frustrated that she could not be left to her own devices, that she couldn't simply concentrate on her finals and place more effort into her future. But the Negaverse usurped that future from her, and still she chose to fight them. She wasn't smart about it, nor did she provide any worthwhile ideology with which to justify her position. She aw control as murder - that was all. Perhaps it was. As it stood, she presented nothing terribly interesting about her dismal outlook - and her insistence that she'd seen worse. What competition was there in losing one's life to the Negaverse?
So Faustite only smirked, his eyes following her in a manner that only he could attest to. "Would that be Cinnabar? Chrysocolla mentioned the name." She mentioned that few others endured a similar fate - one Lieutenant Carnotite being the only other mention. This Cinnabar sounded like she maintained quite the cult following.
"You must think very highly of her." He curled his hands at the small of his back with his few steps toward the building's edge. "But there isn't much competition in looking like a monster. Why argue over who got the worst lot when we're all stewing in our own filth?" He glanced to her, cocked his head. She wasn't making much eye contact now.
"But you're just spitting fire and venom in every direction. Everything's a target. Do you really think they'll take you seriously that way? That they'll capitulate to you, knowing you'll continue to spit in their faces if you don't get what you want? Standing up to a whole organization takes temperance, my dear Lieutenant. My guess is, you haven't heard the word since your grade school days. That fire and ire delivered you through any confrontation. And that's no way to play the game today." He stepped back from the ledge, from where the dying sun lit a blonde woman's hair into molten fury.
"Do you always ask about personal affairs?"
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 7:11 pm
Raising a brow she nodded her head at the mention of her ex-General. “She was pretty fair and didn’t treat me like s**t. That seems to be a hard thing to find in this whole operation.” She remarked giving him a look that said he certainly fell into the norm. She didn’t make a remark on Chrysocolla. Though she had heard the name in passing and knew the corrupt was part of Cinnabar’s underlings, she knew nothing more. “And I never mentioned a competition. Just remarked on how human you still appear to be when in comparison to Cinnabar, but you damn well seem intent to make it that way, so compare however you want.” she curled a lip as the mention of stewing in filth but didn’t remark on it. He wasn’t terribly off. They were all well into a pile of s**t with their forced acceptance into the Negaverse.
“Do you always present yourself as an a*****e to everyone you meet? Cause you’re doing a damn good job of it if that was your intention.” She shrugged lazily as she answered his question with one of her own. “You’re like a little dog trying to make himself sound bigger and badder than he actually is. Woof, woof, woof. Listen to how big and bad I am.” She grinned. “Woof.
“Really, I don’t care what you think about my situation. It’s mine alone to deal with. You apparently have your own s**t to trod through considering you’re modified bits.” She smirked, her brain quickly jumping to the idea of bits as a curiosity bloomed wondering how far that youma corruption actually went. “Let me test the superiors how I see fit. You damn well don’t know me and so can’t accurately pass judgement on my capabilitiesLieutenant. There’s many fronts on which one can fight a war, I just happened to try a more brash way than you. If it doesn’t work, I can reassess and try again.” She tilted her head at his retreating form. “How has your attempts at defiance worked for you? Oh, that’s right…”
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 7:30 pm
"Maybe I do." Faustite continued with his still-steady smirk. "Or maybe you're just projecting." It's easier to project your faults onto everyone else. Better for the ego, isn't it?
You're not so different from Jack. Another case of misdirected fury born from hurt. What was it this time, I wonder? Parents' lack of acceptance left you cold? All that spitting venom hasn't sealed those wounds shut, I see. She could claim her lack of caring for his opinion all she wanted, but the very rise he received in turn confirmed otherwise. She still held some acclaim to others' thoughts, else she would have paid him no heed. Much like Jack, she projected what she wanted to believe. She wanted to be the monster whom she spoke of so highly.
Luckily for her, the Negaverse offered a surfeit of ways to become that very monster. She was well on the right track for it.
And assumptive as she was, such a fate would not elude her for long.
"Faustite," he corrected after a pause. "But what happened to me wasn't from defiance. It was from compliance." He straightened, and looked to her in an appraising glance. Could she process that information through all her wayward frustration? Was she even listening, or did she remain blissfully unaware of all that did not fit her wanted findings? Such blatant self-serving nonsense bored him greatly. When would she wake up?
Or did she, took, need the dream of a frozen sword to cling to? That was, perhaps, his sole key to drifting through the dewey haze of morning.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 8:04 pm
“Hm…” She said with a grin. “I rather consider myself a sophisticated feline who does as she pleases, than a mangy dog whose bark is worse than its bite.”
This whole conversation was almost ridiculous. The two of them were boasting to each other and what did they have to show of it? Nothing. Did it matter if they trumped the other? Considering there was no one around the witness the encounter, there was really no reason behind it all. At this point it appeared to be nothing more than a game. A game that was beginning to grow dull and uninteresting. After all, what was she going to get out of him?
Eyes roamed over him as she crossed her arms under her chest. Besides the fact that he could inform her how he managed to gain youma powers, he didn’t seem to be that useful. With his need to boast and shoot her down constantly she could only guess that he had insecurities that he was doing his damn best to disguise under the display. Vaguely she wondered what they were. Perhaps there was something there she could exploit down the line? Eh….on second thought, maybe not.
“Violane.” She responded with her own name after he offered his own. “And I suppose congratulations are to be given? You have shown the negaverse that you’re willing to give yourself up to their cause. I am sure you have been praised accordingly. Are you looking for more? Well, hate to break it to you, but I don’t find the partial youma ability all that appealing. It may be useful, but I like my humanity intact.” She watched as he appraised her openly. Smirking she shook her head. “I get what you’re saying. If they did that to you, someone who did what they wanted, what would they do to someone who doesn’t comply to their every whim? I am willing to find out. Perhaps it will be worse or perhaps it will be nothing at all.
“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, that defiance and the ability not to be cowed into every little thing is what might be needed, even desired?” She watched him for a moment. Amethyst eyes met souless black and she didn’t flinch away. “I guess I’ll find out eventually. I am not afraid to take chances.”
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 8:23 pm
'I'm not afraid to take chances.'
Then you're not paying attention. Yours will be a spectacular demise.
"Yes, the defiant type. I'm sure that's exactly what they want." Faustite donned his glasses and gloves in short order, then turned from the lieutenant wholesale. Unwilling to learn, unwilling to listen and unwilling to appriase herself, she offered no great use to anyone - not even herself. He wondered, then, if she would be left a grunt forever. Perhaps; the role seemed to suit her for how few leadership capabilities she displayed. But power showed a habit of falling into the hands of its abusers; surely she would have a turn at the helm with all her easy corruptibility.
Whoever placed her into the Negaverse made just as much a mistake as Umber. Satisfied with his appraisal of her, he issued his goodbyes in the same neutral, nigh bored tone. "Daylight's burning, Violane. Don't let me interfere with your work."
Every day's a good day for a hanging.
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