Arthur was a cat which meant that he was of little importance to anyone. To humans, he was a pet. Slightly Instagram famous. Clean. Cute for wearing accessories. Magical. He only could just awaken and upgrade. A tool. No different then miracle grow. On the totem poll of war threats, he was below chibi senshi and youma. This meant he felt a degree of immunity.
Who would waste time on a cat? It would be like getting upset at a racoon eating in your trash can though he was far more handsome then that. He didn't even see senshi or knights bother with cats.
Trotting down the alleyways, he was looking for new restaurants to add to his list of places he could call for delivery. The city was great for it and you could add a note to leave it at the door and pay online. It was perfect.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2018 7:08 am
Further and further the city drifted toward inimitable. As chains shut down due to strife and vandalism, more small businesses wormed their fingers into the holes and clutched a handful of customers and profits to themselves. Targets and CVSes and JCPennys each vacated, left their buildings empty and agape, and a new contender reclaimed the corpse. Parts of the city were in constant flux until they found their identities — their special microcosms across the city's tapestry.
But some parts, Faustite found, remained ever the same as any other city — the youth wandered with their attention bent to their cell phones, traffic backed up irrevocably around the seventeenth hour, and bars cluttered with the drunk and dreary and destitute. Latchkey kids came home to an empty house where both parents worked to a late hour. School buses traced their predetermined tracks through neighborhoods derelict and affluent, plucking up children for a same-day routine while drives foamed and frothed behind the yellow eyesore. Joggers hit the streets with their FitBits and their headphones at all hours. At gloaming twilight, the city took on an unearthliness that lured photographers from their digital darkrooms.
And cats still inevitably wandered alleys, searching for a welcoming house or a new meal. Faustite looked past the white feline, perched as he was with one foot on a roofing shingle and the other on a dying gutter, until a flickered floodlight caught a gleam over the cat's head.
Glasses. It wore glasses. Further, a star proclaimed itself in glistering gold on its forehead. A Mauvian, and by the fickle near-unnoticed aura plucked in the scanty feet-wide alley, an Order one at that. How fortuitous.
Faustite's route through the city was abandoned. The youma captain faded into his own smoke, his visage flickered out, and appeared port to the feline in the cramped space. A black hand darted out to seize scruff at first sight. Schörl needed a touch of ermine in her wardrobe, he decided.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2018 7:23 am
An arura appearing right in front of you was enough to cause anyone a heart attack. Even more to have just anything show up. Lucky for him, he was a breed of creature so quick with their reaction speed that their near-death escapes granted them the phrase 9 lives. For anyone else, he lioked like a video of a cat noticing a cucumber.
Startled, he jumped up in the air and back before handing and staring back. It wasn't till he landed that he noticed the Chaos member had reached for him. It did not look a movement to pet him.
"Oh. Um. Hi. Yes. You look.....different. I'm not a Chaos cat so -" He slowly stepped back, hoping some civil conversation would show he was not worth whatever that grab meant.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2018 7:31 am
Brows lofted at the phrase. Different. Different like euphemisms could soften the bleak wrongness of a youmafied captain's visage. Like 'different' could make it more palatable, less a violation of the human form, now broken by smoke pipes and too-long nails.
The air hung heavy on the coattails of rain, and the cramped alley space left little room for maneuver. Even if this cat showed a sprightliness unbecoming of another senshi or even a youma, he would be hard-pressed to outrun plans that spanned the width of the alleyway. A click sounded, neat and modern as a lighter. The air was too heavy to carry it to echo.
Smoke burst from pipes, billowing out in tortuous tendrils that blanketed their small space. A thick darkness claimed the area and obscured all that it touched.
Now was not the time to speak.
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Dispersion ;; Range: 3 foot radius with Faustite at the epicenter. Duration: 30 seconds Use Count: 3x Miss Chance: Circumventing magic, stepping out of range. Effect: Faustite draws his hands together, and a sound like an opening lighter may be heard. Smoke pours from Faustite in a deafening blast. Those caught in the initial blast endure a ringing in the ears and mild disorientation. Breathing smoke causes burning lungs, stinging eyes, and frequent coughing. Ringing ears and coughing symptoms linger after leaving the smoke for 5 seconds. Any lasting damage is defending player's choice.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2018 7:52 am
He didn't speak and in that time he really looked over the man. The - officer? He wasn't human. He could smell that and see it from the look of his skin to the gapping chasm of his midsection pulsing with a glowing heat. The man looked as if he swallowed coals and let it melt his insides. It had the heavy smell of burning ash amd exhaust but far removed from anything man-made. It burned amd was field by something else.
"Does....are you hurt?" He asked, but stepped back as the man moved again. A click. Arthur needed to get past him to the alley behind him and the open street past that, but the alley wasn't even large enough for a small car. A mooed maybe but not much else. The man could touch both sides of it's walls which meant room past him was limited.
Just as his eyes looked for what would be the best place to run to, it all went black. Smoke rushed in a thick blanket, dropling diwn and around and rushing into thick curls into the corners of the small walkway. What clesr night air there had been was forced out.
Coughing violently, he shook his head and stepped back quickly to find the end of the cloud only to hit the wall of the alleyways. Meowing and coughing, he turned to jump up over snd over against the wall to find his footing out of the smoke. After a few times this failed as his eyes poured with tears and his lungs burned for fresh air, leaning him falling back onto the ground and gasping.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2018 6:26 am
Am I hurt. Faustite smiled mirthlessly. "'Human' is everything you can hope to be, isn't it." The miasma clung to him, his cloak, which opened and billowed and blustered where it hung. Human is the truest true. The rightest right. The pinnacle of existence.
My pipes and blacks are everything that's wrong with me.
The meows helped for all their fruitlessness. They offered direction despite their incessancy. More and more plaintive they grew, more desperate, as his vociferous pleas unfolded down the alleyways. Most did not come to rescue stray cats, however; a curious choice it was for this guardian to revert to feline begging. Choking coughs cut through the songlike peal of voice. Faustite waved that cloak of smoke on to silence the victim.
"Just breathe, cat." The cloud left him, left his shoulders, left the better part of his vision to coalesce and slip toward the cat's mouth. Once it reached inside, sealing it in with a quick grip about the neck would finish his feline adversary.
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best rescue before he gets ahold of our lovely puffalo
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guess who regularly forgets to link abilities? this guyyyy
Occlusion ;; Range: Any single target within his 3' radius. Duration: Remaining time of Dispersion attack Use Count: 3x Miss Chance: All factors affecting Dispersion. Effect: Faustite draws all the smoke of his present Dispersion attack into the lungs of the affected victim. The smoke passes through nose and mouth and leaves behind temporary burns in its wake. When in the victim's lungs, the smoke condenses into a toxic fluid that triggers various symptoms. Liquid inside the lungs causes coughing and gasping, while heat sears the tissue. The carbonaceous water evaporates at the end of the attack. Any lasting damage is defending player's choice.
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2018 7:09 pm
It wasn't just the smoke that had the fresh-faced senshi darting along the lamp lit sidewalk towards the mouth of an alley, but what felt to be a chaotic aura on the stronger side. Which was, she realized a little belatedly, probably not the wisest move she'd made in this new powered life. But she was already there no doubt they'd already sensed her. She might as well see what the heck was going on.
Or maybe...maybe not. She slowed to a stop at the mouth of the narrow alley and felt her resolve start to waver as she took in the thick cloud of noxious looking black smoke. It left her hesitating there, lower lip trapped between worrying teeth as she scanned that rolling darkness for the shapes of bodies and saw next to nothing.
But what was that sound? A mewling, like a cat. Was it a cat? Phoebe squinted, it didn't help. "He-hello?" Was it a mauvian perhaps? Like Faust?
Drawing in a breath, she let it out slowly, squaring her shoulders as she took a few steps closer. Not into the smoke, but to the edge of where curled back on itself. Is this magic, too? Was it some sort of chaotic Senshi she faced in that cloaking darkness, or something else? "Whatever you are, you better leave that cat alone." Her voice wasn't nearly as steady as she'd hoped it'd be. "I'm warning you."
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2018 7:31 pm
He coughed and in the smog he felt the energy signature. He wanted to tell them to run, but at the same time felt desperate relief in their presence growing stronger.
Her voice was a haze and in it, he knew he didn't have much longer. So he did the one thing to signal that he was there that he could. He pointed his head up and in his blurry vision he shot the one weapon he had; the lazer from his forehead star.
It shot out through the smog before it fizzled out quickly soon after. He didn't have the strength to keep it up and coughed violently again.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2018 9:41 am
A quick flash, brilliant, burned his face and his ears rang clarion. A numbness set over him that he hadn't expected — one that crept from the front of his skull to the back and down his spine like a self-assured snake, fanning out and claiming its territory languorously. His vision hadn't yet cleared and a panic overcame him, a thought that the cat scourged his vision and left him blind, irrevocably so, and the Negaverse would then find him utterly disposable. He staggered and struck the side of the alley while he tried to shake away the ringing, the numbness.
But it clung steady, like his pall. Like the smoke that only now evaporated from the alley. This is magic, he promised himself. Magic fades. Like his, like senshi magic, like the outfits adorning citizens through the city when they finally exhausted themselves of their alter ego romps. Like the three hours in which he could pretend to be a person.
His hands found his face, however numb it was, and he shrank down as best he could into a defensive position. He would wait, and should any touch him, he had more magic to spare. The cat may leave, but he hadn't the senses left to smother it yet.
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sorry smols, he can't hear you through the ringing in his ears
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2018 7:03 pm
There was a flash of bright color like a beacon rising through the smoke, there and gone, and Phoebe felt her fingers curling at her sides as she stood at the edge of that cloaking darkness. Definitely a cat, she'd seen Faust do that as well, shoot energy from the star on his brow. "I'm coming!"
It's now or never, you've got this! Teeth grit and shoulders tense Phoebe stepped forward, but the smoke was beginning to dissipate, the alley clearing, and though the senshi's rescue had started in hesitation it grew considerably more urgent as the scene unfolded before her.
The cat, doubled over and coughing violently at the feet of...well, she wasn't quite sure. The aura didn't quite feel the same as the youma thing that had been chasing her on the knight she'd awakened, but the chaotic presence before her wasn't human, either. Her eyes stayed glued to the pipes protruding from his thin back as she stepped quickly around him to reach for the cat. Apprehension making her skin crawl.
"I've got you," she soothed down at the pale guardian as she scooped him up into her arms, backing away from the crouching figure on quiet, bare feet.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2018 9:54 am
He felt the energy signature and was mixed in wanting to be saved snd wanting them to run away. But it was with near sobbing relief that they came.
Tearing from the smoke and fear, he crawled his way into her arms and gripped his claws into her uniform. "Run." He rasped out.
Please don't get caught. Please don't get hurt because of me.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2018 7:03 am
Slowly the fog of numb cleared, lifting from face and eyes and leaving them nimble enough to peer through a smoke-spattered alleyway. Faustite raised himself, hand pressed to wall, his gaze steadily clearing from the supernova that still swam over all forms near and far. No white lingered — only a dingy, empty alleyway stared back at him with that same level of disappointment.
Faustite breathed his curses to the unfeeling air, no longer possessed of a direction for the cat and its savior. To hunt them now would call more manpower than he could afford, as a grid search of a woman and her cat could yield nothing at all with split paths. He turned, the wind curving violently about his narrow form, and flickered out of the alleyway in a half-thought.
Better that he nurse that thought in tea; his mother would steep him in her displeasure.
