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 Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 9:49 pm
With summer heat came summer humidity. One lieutenant sighed and ran her fingers across her golden curls, trying to pat down the fly-aways and additional fluff and curls caused by the weather. The uniform was stifling and she'd popped open a few buttons at the top, allowing her collar to fall open more generously.
Didn't do a whole lot to down the heat, but once she got up to the rooftops, it at least gave the sparse wind more skin to hit and cool. Sort of. "I need to start bringing hair ties with me," was the light huff as she began to fight with her hair for all new reasons, trying to untangle it from around her lightbulbs and neck and face, her third eye shut to keep out the second overlay of electrical pulses and charges around her. The bulbs flared with their light, a beacon in the darkness atop the building, cars and late hour shops still alit down below.
Draining energy and snatching starseeds of those who passed her while she'd loomed in the alleys and dark streets, lights off, could only be so fascinating for so long. Her attention continued to waver and flicker--even now she barely paid heed to the energy signatures around her.
It was the pulse of a youma that made her blink, her third eye beginning to open slightly as she straightened, dainty fingers still working to sooth her hair and untangle it from around her lights. "I'm not a senshi, nor am I a knight or civilian," she drawled towards where she felt the signature, though unsure how close it was. "Surely you can at least tell I'm more similar to your kind." Not that she had any way of know if the creature could hear her words, speaking more to herself than anything else.
Lucifer Force I WILL CRUSH YOU..... LIKE A BUG
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 10:19 am
Kaefaux RUN TO THE VILLAGE! SAVE YOURSELF! Also, sorry, Bazzi apparently has no manners. She was fascinating. Bazzite had been instantly drawn to the strange dichotomy of spotlight and energy signature, finding it was a mixture of Negaverse and youma - similar to Wolfeite. The signature wasn’t as strong, so the youma knew it wasn’t General Wolfeite, but he was too curious to pass this by. He had crawled up the side of the building and had peeked over the lip of the roof to gaze in wonder. Obviously, she could sense where he was. His light blue hair stood out starkly against the darkened backdrop of the city. Wings abuzz, Bazzite crawled over the edge of the roof and stood to his full six-and-a-half foot height and quickly bridged the gap between the two of them. Most of his attention was focused solely on the light bulb halo the lieutenant wore. He had to reach out and touch one with his claw, surprised to find out that they were indeed real. ”.....woooooow.” was about all he could muster, eyes glued to the fascinating light fixtures that seemed to be attached to her somehow. Was there a switch, too? A button? Did they flicker? Could they glow different colors? The possibilities were endless!
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 11:59 am
A bug. A giant. Bug. The alarm and disgust were clear across her features as she took in a sharp breath, spotting the face and body that followed the shock of light blue hair that had first poked above the edge of the roof. Definitely a youma, though as she took a slightly hesitant step back from the very, very tall bug, it was impossible to miss that it was a stronger one. Humanoid, too.
Weren't they supposed to be more intelligent? His first few steps drove her backwards further, but longer oddly-heeled legs closed the distance. All three of her eyes stared upwards, body bristling in her discomfort, alarm, and a good bit of anger at how freely the creature approached her. She was a half-youma, surely that got her some rank and respect?
It took her a moment to realize the object of his focus, normal eyes narrowing as she gave a small scoff of disbelieving laughter. Bugs fly to light. Disorientates them. She often had the issue of insects crowding her if she kept the bulbs on too bright at night. She'd just never had the issue of a youma insect doing the same. When the claw clicked against the glass, she couldn't stop the small sparks of electricity that crackled in the air around her, her hair lifting a little in the static. "What are you doing?" Her voice was a snap, Carnotite's metal hand moving out to swat away the offending creature's claws. "How dare you touch me without permission. If you're smart enough to stand on two legs and wear clothing--" If one could call it that, "--then you should be smart enough to ask before laying even a claw on an agent!"
Furthering in her show of displeasure, the lights grew brighter. A flare of emotion, regardless the type, meant a flare of electricity through Carnotite.
Lucifer Force u v u; It's ok, Carnotite can correct bad behavior....
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 7:26 pm
Bazzite found himself both shocked and offended that this lieutenant would be so rude as to bat his hands away. It wasn't as though he'd damaged the bulbs on her head. Quite the opposite, he was attempting to compliment her but noooooo. And she was mouthy. The youma could have attacked and attempted to devour her as he was apt to do when someone offended him like this. The locust was rather attached her to lightbulb halo and decided instead to blow Carnotite a raspberry with a blackened, monstrous tongue. "You can't tell me what to do, Lieutenant. I can put my claws on whoever I want." came a gravely reply, quadruplicate wings abuzz with annoyance. "---and I'm plenty smart, thank you. Don't talk to me like I'm stupid. Who's your General?" Bazzite narrowed his eyes. If she was Benitoite's Lieutenant, the youma would nicely ask to snack on her for being so rude.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 2:04 pm
Lucretia Fiore always stood tall and bright and with an ego big enough to probably make her head the size of the planet they stood upon. If not bigger. There was no question that she outranked a youma in her mind, even if she was only a lieutenant, or a half-youma herself. It's just clearly how things worked.
So when the bug youma blew a raspberry at her--really?--she recoiled, disgusted by not only the childish show but also the black tongue. And then it talked back to her? Her back stiffened, glowing eyes brittle, more sparks zapping around her in her offense at how it dared to speak to her. "You do not have the right to touch whoever, you giant cockroach, you ask permission," she snapped, making a sound of disgust before being taken aback by his question about her General.
Carnotite was silent for a small moment, lips thin and pale with the pressure of which she pressed them together, chin jutting forward as she stared up at him. "One I previously reported to is no longer in the city. I have not been reassigned." And hadn't for the last... what, year? Two? It was a sore spot. The General who had enlisted her hadn't stuck around. Nor had she expected him to. That was their arrangement. No strings. But the fact she hadn't been reassigned to another commanding officer had struck her as odd and off. At first she'd thought it meant she'd be promoted. As the months ticked on without such a thing, and without a commanding officer to report to...
Well. Carnotite wasn't a military person in the slightest but she understood social graces and faux pas and when something was going wrong.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 5:20 pm
Giant cockroach was the breaking point for Bazzite. In an instant, the youma had grabbed Lieutenant Carnotite around the waist, hoisting her mere inches from his face. Surely he was fascinated by her lightbulb halo, but he was sorely pissed about being called derogatory names. Bazzite's breath was rasping in his throat and his lips were peeling back to his tapered ears, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. While he may have been considered a humanoid youma for all intents and purposes, the locust still possessed ways to defend himself. "Nobody," he started, rasping voice taking on a metallic sort of tone, "calls me names, Lieutenant. Let me give you a lesson - I don't ask for permission. I'm a General's youma, in case you couldn't tell. My name is Bazzite. If you weren't a halfsie then my brethren in the Rift would have devoured you a long time ago. You lieutenants are like potato chips. I'm sure you've noticed how many go into the Rift but don't come out."The youma tilted his head, cracking his neck. "I am General Benitoite's partner, and a General's youma is much stronger than any lieutenant. Maybe you haven't been reassigned because you're rude to your superiors. You be nice to youma, youma will be nice to you, Lieutenant. Otherwise, you might want to watch your step when you got back to the Rift."Contrary to how angry he was with Carnotite, the youma actually set the lieutenant down rather than dropping her like a sac of flour. His visage relaxed back to its normal, vaguely-humanoid state and Bazzite returned to admiring her beautiful fixtures. If it weren't for her beauty, the locust would have been seriously considering simply devouring her to find out how she tasted.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2018 8:39 am
A yelp blurted from her lips as Carnotite was lifted off the ground, her metal hands slamming against the youma's shoulders. All three eyes went wide with momentary terror as she beheld the monster's rows of fangs. Just as quickly, the fear was covered in indignant fury, and more electricity continued to crackle and sparkle around the half-youma.
"You've clearly lost some of your manners with all your time in the Rift," she hissed, still refusing to let up the idea that even if he was a General's youma, he still owed others the basic respect of requesting permission before invading their personal space. "As it is, I have already proven my value to one of your brethren, it is how I have gained such magnificent gifts." Pride bolstered her and she kept her head high despite the looming monster that threatened to take chunks out of her.
Right or wrong, she refused to believe a youma would be able to pull rank over her.
Still, that she was set back on her feet without harm did chime something in her mind, and Carnotite found herself crossing her arms in her only show of defiance and displeasure as the youma continued his... inspection? Ugh. "I apologize for my frankness, Bazzite, but still must point out the proprity of requesting permission to touch others, regardless of rank, unless there is a situation where harm might befall the other." Watch her step in the Rift? She showed youma plenty of respect and at times even reverence--when it was deserved and certainly not when one showed such rude behavior to her first!
But she didn't raise her voice or continue to spit, merely stand disgruntled as her lights glowed bright atop her head.
Lucifer Force rises this from the grave carnotite needs a big bug zapper alright
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2018 8:08 pm
Kaefaux Because it had to be done! Bazzite found himself simultaneously annoyed and incredibly distracted by all the electricity and glimmering lights dancing about Carnotite's head. Most of what she was saying about asking permission to touch people was completely ignored in favor of staring deeply into beautiful eyes light bulb halo. Perhaps it was Bazzite's insectoid side that caused him to be so incredibly attracted to all the light. Blah blah blah silly halfsie-speak blah blah blah.Before the youma could really stop and think about what he was doing, blue lips and teeth deftly and quickly closed around the closest of Carnotite's bulbs. Bazzite's cheeks glowed a strange and sickly green.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2018 2:23 pm
Bug brain. That's entirely what he was, no ifs and-or buts about it. He clearly had no manners, no sense, no nothing. No reason to respect a thing like that.
The lightbulbs were not a part of Carnotite herself. They were... accessories. Additions. Ways to control and direct her electrical powers that were far more intrinsically her. But they were still attached to her head when she screwed in the bulbs, so the principal of the matter still existed. The fact the youma took one into its mouth horrified her in the notion of having youma slime by her hair.
Shrieking as only such a posh person could when confronted with bug saliva near their precious locks, Carnotite couldn't even attempt to stop the sudden pulses of electricity that flared from her body, through the bulb in Bazzite's mouth, and directly to the youma himself.
"You are so gross!"
Lucifer Force welp Magical :: Electric Presence [Electrocution] A joke shock buzzing handshake from Carnotite is the least of your worries when you make physical contact with her. Though Carnotite does run a bit on the warm side naturally now, all that extra juice running through her systems can be far too easily condensed into her hands, feet... really anywhere across her body. Focusing this electrical charge at any point on her body, she can deliver a wallop of a shock to another body, even through clothing--hers, or theirs. The shock itself is comparable to a strong shock from static electricity--strong enough to make you jump and hurt the region for a while, but nothing to cause remote permanent damage. Carnotite requires 60 seconds to recollect her energy to use this charge again, and is capable of doing this three times a day.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2018 3:23 pm
BZZT!!The sudden spark of electricity sent the youma reeling, unlatching his jaws from around Carnotite’s light bumbs and stumbling backwards. Bazzite’s thin, black tongue hung from his mouth unceremoniously while he fanned at it. His cheeks, chin and nose were all singed slightly, but that was the least of the youma’s concern. He couldn’t feel his face, and that hilariously affected his ability to speak properly while addressing that awful, awful Carnotite. “Sbubid hathfsee.”Bazzite would have blown a raspberry at the Lieutenant… if he could feel his lips. As it was, everything from his nose to his chin was tingling and numb; the same sensation as a limb falling asleep, and it was driving Bazzite batty. Carnotite’s ability to glow endeared her to him ( somewhat) but now wasn’t the time to try and chew on her light bulbs again, as much as he wanted to. Maybe he was more insectoid than even he thought, being so drawn to brightly glowing lights. Grumbling to himself, the locust beast turned and saunted to the edge of the building, using sharp claws to climb down to the ground and seek a starseed or three to eat and ease his poor, suffering face.
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