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Hunting was one of the few things Bazzite did exceptionally well. Being a youma for so long, and being desperate for time topside lent a sort of laser-focus to his behavior. If he wanted to smell the breeze and see something other than the quiet dark crystals of the Rift, he had to eat.
And in order to eat, he had to kill.
Clawing his way up a high-rise apartment building, the youma started visually sweeping this side of the building for open windows. Keeping to the space between each apartment so as not to be spotted, it took a few floors before he found an opening. Marijuana smoke and the crispness of alcohol drifted out into the night air - likely to dampen the smell of smoke on the carpet and linens. Getting your deposit back was important!
In and out came the swooping predator, snatching up the starseed of an overworked and devil-may-care night shift nurse at the local hospital. Older, worn-out, she didn't taste as good as...
...as the senshi that just popped up on his radar.
Leaving the body to the carpet for the police to find later, she was no longer of any value to the youma. Skittering back outside, Bazzite's blue eyes widened and his stomach churned at the thought of a delicious, white and pristine soul nestled deep in his innards. A smile cracked across his face, claws gripping into the windowsill to begin the climb anew. The senshi were somewhere up there.
Quickly did he close the distance between himself and the rooftop, peering over the lip to find the delicious morsel that cloaked itself in flesh and bone.
"...where are you, little senshi...."
Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2017 7:06 pm
Oberon had been scolded before for not being careful, but that didn’t influence him as much as those who asked him to try not to get hurt, or to maybe bring someone else with him. His research was dangerous, he knew that, but he very much hoped that he wasn’t getting too arrogant.
Because that was when he knew mistakes would happen.
Mistakes like powering up with a youma close by.
He’d climbed the building with the plan of looking to see if he could spot any suspicious activities going on down below, but when he couldn’t see anything as a civilian, he’d just wanted to power up for a minute in order to… check the radar, so to speak.
Unfortunately, he immediately found what he was looking for, and not what he was looking for, at the same time. There was no time for him to power down and hide, especially with the chance of being caught by the youma. He’d planned on making his observations as a civilian, because it wasn’t as easy for a youma to find him, but he supposed this would have to do.
“Ah, you can talk,” Oberon chirped as he steeled himself for whatever might come, reaching for the bag he’d set down before powering up so he could dig through it. “Are you half, like General Wolfeite? Or a - no, you look like a whole youma,” Oberon observed, trying to hide the anxiousness he always felt when coming face to face with a youma.
He ignored the little comment, because he knew his energy wasn't as strong as it could be, but reaching six feet tall, he was hardly little any more.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2017 8:25 pm
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Sorry Oberon, Bazzi's 6'6". You're still smol. :C
"You know General Wolfeite? And he let you live? That seems funny to me. I wonder why he would let a senshi live? He loves to eat you, just like I do."
Pulling himself up and over the lip of the roof, the youma pushed off the ground to stand at his full six-and-a-half-feet. Wings stretched for a moment, buzzing quickly in a deep and sickening vibration before being tucked away. Bazzite stretched his neck and shoulders while eyeing the senshi.
A deep and metallic, reverberating sigh escaped his lungs. "So, I'm faster than you, senshi. I'm a General's partner, and these legs let me jump an awful long way. Do you want to be exhausted when I eat you, or would you like it to be quick and painless...?"
The youma could practically smell the tension in the air as he crept slowly towards Oberon. The boy looked young, though not a young teen. Maybe sixteen? Seventeen? It mattered not, for as far as the locust beast was concerned, Oberon's age was meaningless. All that mattered was his power, his starseed's glow, and how delicious it would be, nestled in his belly.
The closer he drew to the boy, the more tension he could feel building in his chest. The youma hissed and seemed startled for a moment, a soft blue light enveloping his head and eyes for a split second before disappearing. The predatory stance evaporated almost instantly, shoulders relaxing and facial expression returning to a resting state as Bazzite blinked at himself, confused.
"....well, that's... good and bad timing. Mostly good, I think."
Bazzi has a personal item - the necklace - that removes the youma psychology and allows him to think like a human for a limited amount of time.
Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 9:11 pm
Oberon’s jaw was clenched tight as the youma approached, knowing that with Wolfeite he managed to at least convince his more human side that there was value in keeping him alive. This youma, on the other hand… he seemed to be more youma than anything else.
Well, this was turning out to be more dangerous than he’d planned, the excitement ebbing into concern and then fear as the youma moved closer still. He could always use his magic. It would buy him some time, he guessed, although not much. Enough to distract the youma.
But before he had the chance to even say the name of his attack, the youma’s demeanour changed. Oberon watched with continued curiosity as the youma hissed and there was a blue light, and then the youma… relaxed?
“You think?” Oberon prompted, trying to hear his own voice over the pounding of his heart. He was still on edge, ready to defend himself if necessary. He already knew he wouldn’t be able to outrun the youma, and he probably wouldn’t be able to fight him, but if he was able to escape through a doorway or window, then that was all he needed.
“Are you okay?” he asked after a moment, unable to help himself. He was fascinated by youma after all. He couldn’t help but want to make sure this creature was okay, even if he’d just threatened to eat him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2017 12:52 pm
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boop!
”...sometimes I can think clearer than other times.”
With a wheeze, Bazzite lowered himself to the ground and splayed out, perching his chin in one clawed hand. In this position, the youma was much less dangerous and took longer to raise himself to a standing position. The facial expressions he could produce now were more humanlike, full of expression. ”You got lucky, I think. I can’t control when it goes off, and you don’t have to believe me, but… I wish it would activate more often than it does, really.”
Foldings insectoid wings onto his back in a resting position, Bazzite’s metallic breathing was the only sound emanating from him for a few moments. ”I should be asking you… are you okay? You’re talking to a youma, but… I’m an odd case, I guess. My name is Bazzite. I used to be a person, but now I’m not anymore. You probably shouldn’t be out by yourself. There are things out here even more dangerous than me, and they don’t have a necklace like this.”
Truth was what he was speaking, though whether or not Oberon believed him was another thing entirely. For now, though, the youma did not move from his prone position and simply watched the senshi with luminescent blue eyes.
Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2017 2:17 pm
Oberon couldn’t quite stop the way his brows furrowed for a moment in both confusion and frustration. He got lucky? Then this youma… Bazzite, as he introduced… seemed to already underestimate Oberon and his abilities. And that was fine, Oberon realized, his expression smoothing out as he watched the blue human-like youma settled onto the ground.
“Bazzite? I think I’ve heard that name before. And yes, I’m okay,” Oberon confirmed, although he was still trying not to feel insulted by the way the youma spoke to him, as if he were a child and had no business in this war. Things that were even more dangerous, and Oberon would have laughed if he hadn’t been holding himself back.
“My name’s Oberon,” he said, but left it at that. He felt the hair raising on the back of his neck, but not from fear.
“What is that necklace? Is there a way to replicate it? Might be useful.” Stick to science and not to personal conversation; it was the best way to go.
