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 Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2018 6:17 pm
Thought haunted where action never impeded it. Negaspace became its own cell for thoughts to brew, grow, and devour him. He met specters of old memory, visions and revisions and reimaginings of events long past, and overwrought considerations for an uncertain future. Would he inevitably lose himself to this strange biology? Would Schörl declare him lacking use? At what point would he stray too far from a sense of normalcy and echo the fates of every general met? The questions mounted at an exponential rate, leaving Faustite paralyzed in the Negaverse's Citadel.
But Destiny City offered little more. The blustering winds, the liberal snowfall provided enough aural ambience to keep him moving at least. The chill in the air soothed his skin. The city smog pushed its way into his mouth, a taste acrid and foul but no different from the stagnation festering in Negaspace's bowels. He walked, and he knew not how long, but the footsteps trailing behind him told the story of distance.
Faustite noted that few people walked under the cloak of night. The temperatures plummeted to single digits, and popped street lamps gave no umbral shelter to travelers. He passed under the long line of darkness with little thought to it. On he went.
On and on and on.
By the time he turned another corner, he reached the waterfront to a winding river. Up the sidewalk he paced, listening to its steady roar. In the distance, headlights peered in his direction. They sped past in a flash without a single hesitation. Further ahead, a couple walked with hands held. One was in a dress. Flocked tights poked out underneath. The other wore coats enough to cover both of them.
You'll do. Faustite sped up his gait. For a little while.ssbrosb work for larissa to come in?
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2018 7:43 pm
Larissa was currently a bit farther away from where she usually patrolled, but she had wanted to go out and take more pictures of the city at night. She had learned to take some sort of sweater, one she didn't care for, with her in case she ran into any trouble. She had powered up more as a precaution in case any agent had decided that they would want to attack her but instead she found herself feeling the aura of one. And it was much worse than the dark mirror senshi she had gone up against. It felt... powerful. Something that she wouldn't be able to take on her own. But she was curious. She still didn't know everything about being a senshi, and had more or less either gotten all of the information from her boyfriend, or from wandering around herself. The semester had been crazy so far, and she had been out and about more in the cold weather trying to forget about it for a while. Sure, her family was supportive, but it was almost like something had switched at her school and suddenly they decided they needed twice as much homework as last semester. Not fun. And so she had gone out into the night, the city streets and lights distracting her for a bit, but only making her wish she was out in the woods somewhere. Someday, she would have her own cabin where she could just live with nature and not be bombarded with everything that was wrong in the world. But now was not the time for that. Tonight would just be another reminder of why she had been awakened, and she got to where she was feeling the aura as quickly as she could. She knew however that she would be attracting the other one, as they seemed to be able to sense auras as well. What she saw was... she couldn't really describe it. It looked like some sort of... android-person going after a couple! Could she stop them? They felt too powerful for her to even try to confront them. But... she could always run away right? That would be an option. At least her magic could be used for distraction a bit. She tried to muster up all of her courage as she caught up to the agent. ((sorry for the double quote!))
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2018 6:28 am
Distance wheedled away with a stride purposeful but not so driven as to attract attention. He could wait — he learned to wait. He learned under both Umber and Schörl to wait where other generals taught coddling or spinning bombastic traps or simple, brute force. His keening mind pared down to the tunnel before him: to the distance between himself and his targets. To a ubiquitous awareness of his surroundings, of any stars in the sky possessed with the hubris to descend on him now.
And there was one, dim and fleeting, to his eight. He felt the measure, doubted its stupidity, and kept on his own path until the trot-trot-trot of tamped snow grew loud enough to call attention.
To spoil his lack of attention.
Finally he whorled on them — her — and the couple stalked was left to an unknowing safety. His anger seethed and thrummed through his demeanor, balling pained fingers into fists, drawing taut his beleaguered back, and coating lips with vitriol. "Do you want to die?"
He looked to her then, all inexperience coated with too-proud leaves. A sweater draped over her frame like it would somehow block out the cold.
Like it would somehow deliver her from her own idiotic actions.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2018 7:52 pm
Larissa was now sure that she really shouldn't have gotten involved in this, but at least it seemed that the agent wasn't targeting the civilian couple anymore, which she guessed she could consider a victory. It wasn't much though as the agent seemed really, really, REALLY pissed off now. And when he turned around and she saw his face, she gasped. Well, she had silently gasped at his back, wondering what the heck was wrong with him that would require freaking pipes, but the place where his eyes should have been... they were all black. That guy is not an ordinary agent. She thought to herself as she tried to think of something to say. Tonight was not going to be a night of witty comebacks for her and she knew that this agent was way above her league. She considered fleeing for a moment, but her feet refused to move, and her brain was going through thoughts so quickly that she couldn't really make any decisions. It was like she was a possum, freezing in place, hoping that the predator would just leave her alone. At this moment though, she knew that wouldn't happen. If she died tonight, at least she would know she saved an innocent couple... for a while at least. Finally, she was able to get a slow, and slightly unsteady breath out. "I just... wanted to see what was going on." It was the truth after all. Whether that would cause the agent to just go and kill her, was yet to be seen.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2018 7:47 pm
When she finally found tongue enough to answer, Faustite smirked at the result. You won't last long.
"I could have killed you." Faustite gestured stiffly to his sternum, where beneath lay the sanctum for his corrupted starseed. HIs sleeve hiked up over the thin brace, metal-fitted and velcroed snug over his avian bones. His fingers still moved subtly as signs of present pain. "Youmafied you. Left you drained and drowning. Is that satisfaction worth your life?" Despite his ire, his voice remained quiet and raspy, and his hand stilled over his chest. The silent pledge echoed his thinly-bound intentions.
A cursory glance was paid to the retreating pair, now long gone into the blustering fog of night. Distantly, street lamps bled their milky glow into perfect circles.
When he looked to her again, his gaze softened. No longer did anger cut its hard lines into his juvenile face. "If you aren't careful about who you approach, you'll end up a number. A ghost on the back of a newspaper. The question of your missing person will haunt your family. The White Moon can't outmatch that."
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 3:01 pm
Larissa knew that what the agent was saying was true, but what else could she do? She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't at least try to stop whomever may be draining, even if that meant risking her own life. She still didn't feel comfortable around the agent, and honestly felt like running away at this point. Though she was surprised when he said 'youmafied'. She didn't know that could happen. And it was good to know at least. It was too bad some much needed information seemed to only be taught on the 'battlefield'. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when his gaze suddenly softened, and wondered if the agent actually had some humanity within him, or if it was some mental disorder that made him change suddenly, or maybe it was him trying to lure her in?! She didn't know, she wasn't used to all of this. This was only the second agent that she had actually confronted, and no youmas so far. She didn't know what to make of all of this. She considered his words, and he was right. Her family would be devastated. But... she couldn't turn her back on all of this. She wasn't sure how to respond, she didn't know if he was just trying to lure her in, make her drop her guard, and then attack, or... if he really meant it. "What you say is the truth... but I don't think I could live with myself if I just stood idly by. But, I guess at that point it would be better to think about the situation carefully and how to approach it." She really wasn't sure what she was saying. She supposed she was... trying to have a conversation with the agent? It just seemed so weird, all of it. She sighed, and straightened herself up a bit more, though still on edge, just in case. "I'll, think about what you're saying. I'm not just going to attack you on sight."
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2018 10:10 am
"Is that what you believe?" His mouth cocked into a smirk. He shifted, sparing what gesticulations he could out of his still-knitting wrists. "That you'll have the time to stand around and think? That you'll nurse your empty morals and your penchant for martyrdom and your misbegotten hero complex while your would-be raison d'etre waits for you? While your self-styled archnemesis waits for you?
"Go home, senshi. Get rid of your henshin pen. You won't be needing it with an attitude like that." The world has too many heroes like you.
The Negaverse will devour you in a second.
He turned from her, no longer interested or worried or willing to endure the abject wrist pain of reaching into her chest to rip out her starseed and end her fruitless trifles. Flakes caught and melted in his hair while boots tamped down the new snow. They were senshi like her — unique in appearance, but selfsame in function. Meant as little more than a hindrance, a road bump, a skull to meet its end under a better boot. He walked on with some distant spark of the city in mind, far and beyond this senshi's ineffectual stuttering through her entitled dignities.
She's not worth the energy.
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