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 Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2017 7:35 pm
The night was young and already looked poor. He wasted all that time on Sinope, and now they reached the odd hour of the night when the bars weren't yet closed and the night shift had already started their evening and the rest of the world shut down like a shellshocked soldier after a weekend war. He would need to pass hours — literal hours — before the city woke up enough to dispense some targets.
Victims, he reminded himself, as he quickened his pace.
Hours to waste combined with hours wasted meant another poor report to go back to Schörl, and seldom by his own hand. Barbary lurked somewhere, the poor taxidermy terror looking out with all its lukewarm brain cells devoted to Schörl's whims. He quickened again, resorting to a light jog to cross more distance. He already felt the keen awareness of dancing along a knife's edge as he crossed the city's daggers pointed at the sky. The fifth third bank, a wireless store, a long strand of eateries by the poor and stubborn and desperate… Yet no opportunity to redeem the night presented itself.
Not even a senshi, he realized, as he reached for auric presence. Nothing of the sort lurked but for pieces of the Negaverse strewn about the city. A lieutenant, recognizably, and something he assumed was a Negaverse senshi nearby. Somewhere in the opposite direction, a youma lurked.
No — a captain and their youma?
Wrong again. That's a single signature. The thought stopped him dead.
Turning, he stared in disbelief toward the dark horizon. Again and again he traced his mental sense over the energy felt. He tasted the tumult on his tongue, the raw livewire across his skin. Something pulsed out a youma's passion mixed with an officer's discipline. He needed to know.
So he dashed for the distant mall, where the signature felt most distinct.pixie nyxie i hope this works! bus hugging a building heater is a go?
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2017 7:54 am
That single signature was Pyrophanite. The half snake youma extraordinaire. The king of snakes, and also King of the Negaspace's residential dorms. Hauyne could also be a king if they wanted, or queen, he didn't care but they ruled the school.
Said king was currently regretting life choices though. In the dark...cold winter of Destiny City, the King, formerly known as Pyro was laying in snow frozen.
Frozen from the lack of heat. Regardless of thick coat and leggings and......
He could feel the aura of another half youma coming towards him but he couldn't be bothered to be moved. There was no point.
He was a snake in snow. He was practically dead at this point.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 5:27 pm
Faustite crossed the length of snow-covered rooftops with burgeoning surety. Twice he skidded several feet on reformed ice, and once nearly tumbled wholesale from his vantage point. Despite his preference for an algid breeze, winter still reminded him of its perils.
When he finally closed to conversational distance, largely unscathed, he found the dark figure huddled up against a patch of dark. The snow retreated from the HVAC unit, where it perpetually leaked water from its bladed shutter, and steam billowed out at a much more appreciable rate than from his own body. Doubtless the figure found one of the department stores that ran its heat over a 24-hour period. Heedless of global warming, they offered the rare personal heating assistance to the wayward starwalker — or liminal officer.
But they looked no different from a person by their back.
"Are you hurt?" He ventured, stepping closer. He could think of no other reason for an agent to sit alongside a vent. They came prepared with starseeds, with energy orbs. They received weapons of worth and youma to call their companions. Perhaps this one broke a leg, or suffered grievous injury by one of the White Moon's ruthless sorts.
Faustite stepped around the prone form, attention lingering, as he spoke again. "I can teleport you if you need it —" He bit off the length of his words, looking on flatly.pixie nyxie thank you for being so patient >: sick + time sensitive plot + holiday stuff was something else
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2018 12:02 am
Pyrophanite was about to give his life to the snow when he could feel AND see it.
Heat.
So much heat coming towards him. Pyro could feel the life coming back to him and rose like a zombie from the grave.
"Heat." He made his way towards the other half youma until he was close enough to snake his arms around shoulders. "Heaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat."
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 7:50 am
"… What?" Brows furrowed, Faustite looked to the other captain quizzically. Was he saying heat?
Was he becoming a youma by this stage? Seldom had he found anyone hugging heat registers or HVAC units all winter, despite the slight outfits worn by senshi. But the captain stumbled toward him inevitably, with that same immortal drive as he'd seen while watching Romero films for his Negaverse education. Arms outstretched and all.
And he was moaning heat.
Arms coiled around him, and on instinct, Faustite shoved at the incoming body. "Wait," he murmured through clenched teeth, "what are you going on about? What's wrong with you?" The intimation was there — are you broken somehow? Do you still have all your faculties?
Is this what's going to happen to me? He waited, eyes overly bright and alert, for this once-captain to answer.pixie nyxie scaring his peers, rood pyro
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 11:06 am
Shove as the other half youma would, Pyro was doing his snake like thing and the other half youma was lucky he wasn't wrapping his legs around the man.
With a deep soft sigh of happiness, the snake laid his head on Faustite's.
"You're like a walking space heater, that's amazing." Pyro cleared his throat, but clearly was not going to move. "I'm saying you're radiating just pure heat. I have heat vision. Thank god you came when you did bro, I was dying. Stop fidgetting jesus, it's not gay so calm down."
He looked around, "I'm a snake half youma, and god hates snakes."
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2018 11:35 am
Faustite's second coping mechanism was to shrivel into himself as much as possible, but with this bizarre captain circumscribing him so, he didn't have enough space to shrink. And then the unnamed captain completed the cycle of awkward by resting his head on Faustite's head. In a deliberately, uncomfortably intimate manner.
'It's not gay so calm down.'
"I don't think you understand," Faustite muttered, muffled, into the chest of the captain's uniform. Maybe it isn't gay for you.
Heat vision, however — that was something of interest. It must have been his youma side that conferred this benefit, and with the added confession of being part snake-youma, it set a precedent for following a snake's natural tendencies. Pit vipers sensed heat, didn't they?
Secondly it brought to bear another strange conclusion: that Faustite vented more heat than most. He noticed it only in passing, and considered it a matter of acclimation that the cold seldom chilled him to the bone. Perhaps there was more to his smoke production than he initially thought.
But regardless of the heat manufactured, or the blessedly hidden heat on his cheeks, he tried to remedy the awkward. "… Right." Don't fidget don't fidget just sit still "I'm Faustite. Do I need to take you to Negaspace? If you can't be out here…"
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 10:12 am
Pyrophanite was so happy, he was warm and now he was not cold, and snow wasn't effecting him. This half youma bro was the best thing to happen to him ever AND now he had to make friends with them, like FOR SURE.
"I'm Pyrophanite." He added, rubbing his face against Faustite's head in a motion much like a cat would. Even Mamushi, the youma inside him was hissing with contentment. Mamushi was NEVER content.
"What, no, we can stay here." Pyro was totally just enjoying the moment. "Besides, I'm not unthawed yet. Working on it. What kind of half youma are you though?" He paused, "Like I've really only met one other, so...."
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 7:13 pm
Pyrophanite's leeching had an effect he hadn't expected — the other captain actually evened out his homeostasis so that he finally felt aware of algid temperatures. A strange result, for he expected to overheat with another body wrapped about him like a burrito.
How bizarre.
Faustite left his hands to hang, as they promptly searched for his vest pockets. He felt his own breath churn humidity into the small pocket between Pyrophanite's neck and his own face. The nearness begged its own willfully ignored reactions.
Pyrophanite's question nagged him, however, in retrospect of his own ignorance. "I… Don't know," he admitted with bare honesty. "I haven't met any others until you. Even though I've seen youma of all kinds, I never thought there were 'types' of half-youma." He spared a glance toward black fingers and breathed a smoky sigh through his nose. "I couldn't guess. Are they all animals? Because I don't know of any that make smoke." And if youma reached the limits of the most fantastical imaginations, then he knew of no way to determine his youma side's origins.
If there were any; perhaps he was cursed with pure chaos.
"What was the other one you met? Their name?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2018 11:03 pm
Pyro was here to regulate your Homeostasis or whatever bro.
"That's pretty weird not to know though? How'd you merge?" Obviously the captain had now qualms about asking the awkward questions. "There isn't many of us that I know about to be honest. There was two generals I know about, some dude named....uh...woooooooooollllffffffffffffeeeeeeeeeeeeey? and Cinnabar. Cinnabar had some sort of like dragon lion."
He scrunched his nose, "Aren't most youma's animals?" Pyro really hadn't met other youma's that weren't well...animals. "You could be a pokemon instead....isn't there one of those things?"
He stopped nuzzling now, drawing back to blink at the half youma. But he couldn't see facial features so like...he really couldn't tell what the other was thinking.
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Posted: Mon Jan 22, 2018 6:22 pm
Merged. But there wasn't anything around. Was there?
"I ate starseeds. General's orders." Their thrall. "The last one I had as a lieutenant blacked my fingers. Nothing tried to merge with me." Not that he recalled — but the captain's matter-of-fact tone explained that his experience, and the experience of others he listed, differed from Faustite's.
He wanted those answers both for himself and for the edification of all partial youma as Negaverse officers. "So I take it you 'merged' with a snake youma. How did it happen? What about for the others?" Wolfey, he imagined, was Wolfeite — Kamacite's general. His traumatizing figure, his bogeyman to keep the senshi cowering away in his own skin. But the other, Cinnabar, was a new revelation. Dragon lion? So even if youma kept to animalistic conventions, that never barred the mythical.
How unfortunately far-reaching for him. "That's what I've heard," he confirmed at Pyropanite's sternum. Faustite shifted uncomfortably. "These didn't just grow out of my back.
"But I've never seen an animal like me." His features reminded him more of demons from religious texts than anything close to an animal. Until he sprang bat wings and goat hoofs, however, even that comparison fell short.
Was he wrong, then? Was he shadowed by a greedy posthuman that day? If all other partial youma confirm the same story of their misfortune, then deduction confirmed it well enough.
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2018 11:16 am
"Got bit." Pyro didn't divulge that it was because he had jumped in front of his corrupt best friend to save them from being eaten by the giant youma. Especially since he wasn't suppose to be in the rift.
"I was a lieutenant at the time, Woke up and was suddenly a snake half youma thing or whatever." Spent a week suffering through poisons and the shifting of bodies as he became a monster. It had been hell.
"Then how did they appear?" If they didn't grow, then did they just POP? and was there?
"I mean....I've only heard of animal ones. Whose to say there isn't like.....snot ones? you know?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2018 10:10 am
Something doesn't add up. "If a bite made you what you are, then why ask me about a merge?" The way he framed his answer implied venom — a venom powerful enough to alter one's genetic code into something unrecognizable by medicine today. It constituted a venom that bestowed the power to see heat, to live without mammalian homeostasis, and any potential offensive abilities to replace the captain's absent weapon. Skepticism chafed him. If they had a youma of such caliber, then why had he heard nothing of it?
Because Pyrophanite was lying.
His question was supplanted by one of Pyro's own as communication grew tangled. Implication followed a false fork and Faustite was left to correct it. Correct it for a liar. Faustite worked his jaw. "Surgery. My general installed them." As confidence petered off, so did his want to give full answers.
A snot youma. His gaze narrowed as it flickered off to the side, toward the deeper shadows of the city. Then I must've 'merged' with a burning tree. A piece of charcoal. Someday it'll finish coloring me in — what will I be then?
"There must be some kind of compatibility. Some law that our bodies only tolerate the animal ones. Keep an eye out. See if it's true."pixie nyxie i am sorry, i never got the notification for this!
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