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 Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 5:15 pm
Patrolling without his nagging cat was something Themisto had started to look forward to. No constant whining for more food or snuggles or patrolling for another hour when he wasn't the one doing all the literal legwork. With a sigh, the super senshi bounded from rooftop to rooftop, enjoying how much further his strength could carry him now that he was a super senshi. ...okay, maybe the cat was useful for some things, but not terribly many. Lighting on the edge of the roof of one of Destiny City's prominent and ritzy spas, the young man surveyed the landscape. Only a few small youma had roamed the streets nearby, but thanks to his upgraded strength, they were no match for him. Easy pickings. Themisto felt powerful then, and had hoped no Generals would come waltzing in to ruin this confidence boost. He needed it. Dancing on the outer edges of his perception, the senshi felt someone of distinct Chaotic bent - a lieutenant, most likely. After encountering Ptolemaeus for the first time, Themisto had an inkling as to the differences in flavor of Chaos. It wasn't always the befouled, thick and churning tar and sickly dull rhythm of the Negaverse. Ptolemy's signature was distinctive as compared to whoever this was. The mirror-walkers were more... reflective? A clouded pool, a seeping and hardened darkness. Yuck. "Better see what you're up to, Lieutenant. You better be out for a nice stroll and nothing else..." he muttered to himself, following the signature with a speed only Supers could achieve. Perhaps he'd catch the lieutenant in the act so Themisto could send a message.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2017 10:23 am
Amesite had felt the tingle of an energy signature on his radar, but mid drain made it difficult to escape cleanly. Not when he had quotas to fill. Cavansite expected starseeds, but he wasn’t at any point in his tenure here that he was comfortable with pulling them. So, energy had to suffice.
The energy signature was coming straight for him, and Amesite had to wrack his brains to consider if he knew any with that power level that would want to see him.
He couldn’t recall clearly, so he groaned and stepped away, dismissing the energy he’d collected. The man he was draining from slumped backwards onto the bench that Amesite, in his infinite kindness, and aligned him with while draining.
The energy was gone, safely tucked away, but Amesite wasn’t fast enough that he could get away before the Senshi reached him.
So, he turned to face the direction it was coming from and braced himself.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2017 6:56 pm
It wouldn't take long for Amesite to find himself face-to-face with a Super Senshi. Themisto had caught up to him with relative ease, all things considered (like his shoes, which, thankfully, were no longer geta.) Dropping down from the rooftops on which he traveled, Themisto wasn't sure what he expected. The few times he'd run into a Negaverse Lieutenant, it resulted in getting kicked in the manhood or punched in the face. Would this Lieutenant take the same route? Themisto hadn't ever been pitted against someone he outranked before. The boy kind of felt... guilty? His super fuku looked too poofy and ridiculous for his tastes, but Denebola mentioned that if he worked hard enough, he'd reach another rank. His sister had reached that rank but offered nothing more than a suggestion of diligence. Maybe his next rank would mean a less ridiculous outfit. "Ey, so, Lieutenant." Yeah that's right, I've run into enough of you to remember what your ranks are. Themisto smirked to himself. "I can't imagine you're out for an evening stroll or whatever. What're you up to? I mean, man-to-man, don't go pretendin' we both don't know it's kinda yer job to be up to no good. Who'd you steal from? Where you goin'?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2017 5:41 pm
Ah, s**t. He didn’t know this Senshi. It didn’t mean sweet talking his way out of it wasn’t an option, it just meant that it wasn’t a probable resolution to this situation.
He didn’t seem intimidated, though; Amesite had approached people stronger and walked away unscathed. The key was confidence, and looking like you knew what you were doing. And hamming it up, sometimes, depending on who you were dealing with.
He looked at the boy in front of him and couldn’t quite make heads or tails of what tpe of person he was, so he launched into a conversation to try and figure it out.
“Amesite,” he corrected, “If you please. ‘Lieutenant’ isn’t my name. And it’s so impersonal. I must say, your imagination might be a bit limited if you can’t picture me out for a stroll, but I’ll give you credit. I am up to no good.”
He moved aside, revealing the unconscious man on the bench. “Harassing strangers, and all. But you’re as guilty of that as I am. He’s breathing,” he said, gesturing to the man. “You can check for yourself if you don’t believe me. I was thinking about going to the historic district, there’s a shortcut through the park.” He nodded towards the patch of trees in distance. “I’d heard they’re preparing the old theater for demolition. I was thinking I might see if there wasn’t anything worth taking, you know. Before they destroy it. But those are my plans for the evening. Yours?”
He didn’t seem ashamed or concerned that there was an unconscious man before him, in plain sight for the Senshi.
But, neither did he seem like he was hiding it.
Or claiming responsibility.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2017 7:24 pm
"Lieutenant Amesite." Themisto corrected himself, albeit grudgingly. He didn't exactly want to be respectful to people who went out and harassed strangers for their energy when they could just as easily run on a treadmill at Negaverse Headquarters or whatever and give it up that way. No need to accost random passersby that way. No need to be evil assholes. The super senshi glanced at the unconscious man on the bench. Sure, he could've been a drunk and sleeping off his latest alcoholic find. Or he could be a homeless man who was high as a kite and passed out from drugs. But when a Negaverse officer is nearby? Themisto didn't think the above two options were anywhere near plausible, and he trusted the Negaverse as far as he could throw them. "So, lemme ask you this." he started, taking a few slow steps towards the Lieutenant. The boy was genuinely curious. "Do you, like... enjoy doing bad stuff? Like, breakin' the law and taking energy from people and lootin' places? Does that give you a thrill or somethin'? Doin' stuff you can't normally do when you're not working for the Negaverse? Is it cool, to you, to outrun the cops or just not get caught at all...?" As far as Themisto was concerned, there was a great temptation to break the law, with the glamour in place to protect his identity. He hadn't indulged, but he had a feeling the Negaverse certainly wouldn't mind if their agents caused havoc.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2017 7:24 pm
Amesite did not step away as the Senshi approached; he wasn’t particularly protective of the man that he’d drained, nor was he feeling particularly guilty about it. Themisto wasn’t trying to attack him, so he was barely even on edge.
“I don’t loot,” he said after a moment. “And ‘taking energy’ isn’t exactly against the law. I imagine it would be hard to actually write out anything that made it illegal. It’s more immoral than anything, but there’s no mortal punishment for immorality. So far as I’m concerned, I’m mostly just a good, law abiding citizen, who indulges in some immoral activities.”
He shrugged. “I haven’t hurt anyone yet. You can’t tell me there aren’t people in this world that you don’t want to see get a little bit of a taste of their own medicine, though, can you? Draining their energy is no different than wishing they’d get sick and have a bad day tomorrow or something, is it? They don’t lose anything they can’t get back. I mean, I suppose there’s the whole starseed thing, but I can honestly assure you that I’m not so depraved that I’ve taken one of those.”
Yet. But not because he hadn’t thought about it, just because he hadn’t found the right person.
“It’s more work than fun, though. Hard to enjoy it when someone is wagging their finger and telling you ‘do this, do that, or else.’ Everyone has their own agenda, I’m just doing what I need to in order to get by.”
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2017 7:55 pm
Kyuseisha no Hikari I am so very sorry for not tagging this. >n< "A law abiding citizen who indulges in immoral activities. Right. Stealing is against the law. Did that guy willingly give up his energy? And for what purpose? Nobody can tell me that. All they say is none'a your business or I dunno. For a military organization, ya'll seem to be really uninformed." Themisto took this opportunity to take a few steps forward, trying to look as intimidating as possible. This guy was already admitting to wanting to loot a place. Sure, it was up for demolition, but looting was still looting, wasn't it? That was still totally a crime. Yeah! Totally a crime. It was his job to stop the Negaverse, and maybe he didn't need to know why the Negaverse was draining energy from people. All he needed to do was put a stop to them. "Your organization getting by is getting people killed. I've seen what you people do to senshi - you corrupt them. They're crazy. The Negaverse has killed people, and let monsters run in the streets to eat little kids. If you think working for them is okay because you yourself haven't done anything, then you got another thing comin', Amesite." The senshi charged the lieutenant, deciding not to worry about the moral ambiguity of things until later.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2017 7:47 am
Amesite’s lips pursed into a straight line but he didn’t quite have time to reply before Themisto was charging at him. He tried to lunge out of the way, keen on avoiding whatever nonsense this was. “This is ridiculous!” he snapped.
“That’s like blaming the cashier who sells cigarettes! They didn’t choose to make smoking legal, they didn’t shove the cigarette between your lips and force you to smoke. They’re just doing their job, and that’s really all I’m doing. You’re incredibly ignorant if you think you can blame me for the actions of an organization. I don’t corrupt Senshi, I don’t kill people, I don’t use monsters. Why aren’t you attacking the ones who do? Do you think—what, exactly, do you think attacking me is going to do? Change my mind? Show me the ’error of my ways’? Punish me, for atrocities I haven’t committed?”
If Amesite’s words couldn’t do anything, he was probably at least a little bit screwed. This Senshi had the advantage of strength and experience, and all he had was a scalp massager and himself.
And work, in the morning, so he really couldn’t afford a beat-down.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2017 12:14 pm
Kyuseisha no Hikari Battles! Battles for the nega-babby! “You haven’t killed people, yet. You haven’t corrupted anybody, yet. You haven’t used monsters, yet.” Themisto grunted between half-hearted swings at the Lieutenant. Amesite had a point - you couldn’t blame a single individual for the actions of an entire organization, however, that organization had a proven track record of being downright vile. “Just cuz you haven’t done it yet don’t mean you’re not gonna do it in the future. I’ve seen what the Negaverse does to senshi - they got holes in their chest! You guys kill mothers and feed their kids to the monsters! Don’t tell me you’re okay with that!” Guilt was an incredible thing, and Themisto’s half-hearted punches slowed down as he realized he wholly outmatched Amesite and his silly… whatever-the-hell he was given. The senshi couldn’t shake knowing Amesite would likely turn into one of the worse Generals someday if he wasn’t killed now, but… ...could Themisto live with himself, knowing he’d killed someone? Instead of a punch to the face, in anger, Themisto gave the Lieutenant a good shove. “They don’t even tell you ‘til you get in real deep, do they?” he breathed, voice quiet, awed. An epiphany. “I bet they don’t, do they? They don’t tell you about how many people the Negaverse has killed or tortured, they don’t tell you little guys about the monsters that eat people, and they don’t tell you why you gotta gather energy. Doesn’t that seem wrong to you? You wanna work for people like that?” Taking a few steps forward, he folded his arms. “I hear there’s a way out, too, but you gotta want it. You seriously okay with learnin’ how to murder the hell out of people and pluck their souls from their bodies? Could you live with yourself, knowin’ what you done?”
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 7:16 am
Amesite stumbled when he was shoved, but it was preferable to the punches being thrown at him and it took only very little effort to catch himself. He shot what almost resembled a glare at Themisto, but it might have been out of damaged pride more than anything.
“I think it’s incredibly foolish to make assumptions without having all the information. You’re throwing wild accusations like there aren’t Senshi among your ranks that murder, that torture. It’s easy for anyone to slander their opponent and cast the blame on them, but in a war there are no innocents. Yourself included. The Negaverse has its own opinions and purposes—not that I’m saying they’re the same as mine—but it is worth considering that their goals might not wholly line up with mine. But I think I’m entitled to do my own research and draw my own conclusions, and you jumping in and attacking me doesn’t exactly paint a pretty picture of your organization. All those rumors about Senshi being hot headed, violent terrorists sort of make sense. You’re the perfect stereotype. Are you the best representation of the White Moon? Should I base my opinions on the rest of your kind on this experience?” he challenged.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 4:07 pm
"I," he started, adrenaline slowly leaving his body. Amesite was right, and Themisto hated that fact. In war, there should only be good guys and bad guys, and in Themisto's mind, the only real bad guys were the Negaverse. Things were simpler that way. "haven't killed anybody. I haven't tortured anybody either, and I'd have a problem with any senshi who did. I may not be the pillar of morality for senshi, but I try my damnedest to be a good person, and save people. I know the Negaverse is up to no good. There was one'a you, he brought all kinds of youma bullshit up from the center of the Earth or wherever they come from. That power outage? That was him and his army of monsters." Taking a few steps back, Themisto knew he wasn't meant for a war of words. He just wanted to be a hero, to save people, to make a difference and help where he could. Being accused of perpetuating the stereotype that senshi were terrorists... There was too much guilt there. He couldn't very well beat down Amesite without making himself look worse. What more could he do? "That is the kinda s**t I'm tryin'a stop. How many innocent civilians died that night? Too many. Way too many were in the hospital after that. Just... keep that in mind. Bringin' armies of monsters into the city without any regard for the people who live here... that's what the Negaverse does. That's what your Generals do. Think about that." Maybe that would plant a seed in Amesite's mind. Maybe it wouldn't. For now though, Themisto needed to get the hell out of there. Turning away from the Lieutenant, Themisto sighed deeply and started his ascent onto the rooftops to put some distance between them. He had a lot to think about.
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