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 Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2018 12:03 am
Pyro felt sick to his stomach, ever since the run to the rift. It was bad enough that Harmotome had been put in danger, but even worst was the apparent incapability to keep Mamushii in check. The snake youma felt like pricks of needles under his skin, trying to burst out. Sometimes it came in waves of pain and insatiable hunger.
Black out and waking up with starseeds and energy orbs and snakes. snakes everywhere. Snake youma's that gathered.
He no longer slept in the barrack room, with his heat lamps. It was too dangerous for him, without control and without knowing when he'd wake as Mamushii or himself. He pretended though.
Even now, he pretended as he headed towards Haüyne's room. It was for their own safety. He was gonna lie. He was going on a mission or something stupid out of town. He felt so sick to his stomach.
"I ssssshould tell them." The voice slithered, "asss we take their ssssseed." Pyro bit down hard on his lip, a warning to the snake to back off as much as the boy could and the laugh that trailed after.
"Haüyne." He knocked on their door.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2018 4:29 am
Dawn and Dusk were given to barnwork and the infallible timepieces of equine stomachs, but everything in between of sunlight and moonlight was a jumble of meaningless numbers on a broken clockface. The Corrupted Senshi didn’t know what hour or day it was, particularly, didn’t expect company or not-expect it, and was pleasantly surprised in a lengthy handstand. A CHANCE FOR PRACTICE. Tinny, tooty horn calls of the 1922 Cops soundtrack Umpap-ed out of tablet on the bed while bloodstained stockinged feet practiced, missed, practiced, missed, then practiced successfully navigating the door handle and door open to allow the guest the liminal space. “BUS!” Blue and red beamed from nearer his boots. A foot tried to invite him in. “What’s sizzlin’? You look a bit paler than ginger. “
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2018 11:10 am
Hauyne was always the weirdest creature. Even though Pyro couldn't see like normal, he could tell the corrupt was practicing and successfully managing a handstand. The foot wave made him grin, and for a moment he forgot that he was here to tell them he couldn't see them for awhile.
"Hey Machine." he did come in, reaching out to take a toe and tip the senshi so they would tumble and roll. He made himself comfortable soon after, moving to take a seat. He had to be relaxed, he had to....what was the word? Be confident in his decision. That was the way of generals right?
"I don't know how pale I look....." The comment made him pale even more and the snake laughed, the sound reverting down his to the very core of his body. Goosebumps fleshed up and he rubbed his arm. Hauyne's room wasn't cold per se, but Mamushii like the temperature just right....Pyro had been helping the snake with how he wanted things. Just not Hauyne. Or Still. s**t even Harm knew something was going on.
He was eeriely quiet before he took off his hat and ran a hand through auburn red curls. "I gotta a mission or something." He tried to be normal, "So we can't hang out and stuff for awhile."
Smooth.
"You can't come with me."
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2018 6:05 pm
Silence was its own stain, calling attention like a flag on a barren mental landscape stretching out between friends. Hats were removed during funerals, during national anthems, indoors, ‘I’m sorry to be the one to have to tell you this, ‘ and ‘Our deepest condolences...’ Haüyne tumbled over graciously and without complaint, chortling under limbs. RIght went rain up and ground down. Pyro’s hat was in his hand. He was dithering.” Something something something, mission, something, ey?” “Sounds legit. So what is the real down-low, bro? The one that is making you look guilty and depression dog and actually has words?” Haüyne hands-and-knees’d back over from the spill and stood up to look him in snake-eyes. “Something isn’t a mission, and ‘a while’ is an excuse. You don’t want me along for what? We’re supposed to be holding onto each other’s hands.“
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2018 8:15 pm
He couldn't really make out Hauyne's face and for some reason that sort of bugged him. He could hear the question in their voice. The way they so easily called him out but....he couldn't see their face. Did they see what he felt? Did they see, deep underneath the teenage skin and scales and pizza nights and shared kisses that there was a boiling monster. It continued to slither. It continued to hunt.
It had wanted to hunt Hauyne since the first time they stepped in the rift and caused them to be stuck in the boy's body. The weak body of a vassal of metallia. It was so much more then that.
It urged to break free and Pyro struggled to not let it hurt the only person he truly felt anything for. "It's a mission." He insisted, hands nervously turning the hat over. "I wanted to come by in person and stuff....cause I'll be gone awhile." It was like telling their lover they were breaking up with them but still wanted to be ******** buddies.
"And I don't want you to worry and stuff. I need you to like..." the hat stopped as he struggled, the snake curling around his throat. Was it the snake? Or was it his own emotion? Leaving his best friend? It was for their own good.
"Baby-sit my kids and stuff. Take care of Still, She won't have to worry and stuff." The nervous turning of the hat started again.
"Seriously, It's a missssssssssion." A mission. The snake hissed.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2018 11:55 pm
Still Dodging. Still Nervous. And then there was that susurration, a tell which came more and more often as time went on. As hiding, dodging and lies started to gather around Pyrophanite’s tongue like moths around a candle. Somehow he didn’t taste the burning, or just expected everyone to play along anyway. “I love Still; I won’t let’r down or drown.” Lips pursed and pulled to the side. Blue and red clad hand lifted and then tried to come down to rest the hat from rotation with a reconnection, a touch. “Alright. A missssssion it is, then. I don’t imagine you’ll be leaving your crystal comm pen behind? Negaverse doesn’t have problems with connectivity the way Verizon does.“ Definitely not leavin’ your ‘kids’ outta this. They’ve got good skills, and you’re slinking off to some ‘ssssssstupidity’ or my name’s Ssssssimon. And Simon says time for Essssspionage.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2018 10:55 am
"Good. She probably needsssss..." He covered his mouth with hand and waited for the snake to stop curling around it. To let him free. Just give him this. Just give him the time to let go. The touch almost shocked him, and he wanted to jerk away.
He didn't want to hurt them. Hurt Hauyne. The very last thing he wanted to do.....
"I won't. It's....It's a super secret mission and I can't take some of the normal stuff with me." He breathed in, almost panicky. Mamushii wanted to take the bite, take the hit. Strike, strike. Strike. He barely noticed the return of the sss in the words.
"So...so yeah. Okay. Talk to you when I get back." He leaned over and placed a kiss on their cheek and then hightailed it out before the kiss turned into the yank of the starseed.
Before the contact became something more then...then just a simple contact.Ivynian We can wrap OVO <3 I got one more rp before the spying can happen!
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