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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 9:51 am
Quote: While out and about in Destiny City, you notice a particularly strange street performer who isn't getting much attention on the corner he's stationed himself at. He's a rather peculiar looking clown, complete with cliche red nose and squeaky shoes. No matter how many balloon animals he makes or tricks he tries to play, no one seems to pay him any attention. You happen to make eye contact with him and unfortunately, it seems to excite the fellow to have finally won over someone's attention. You manage to cleverly excuse yourself from the situation but nearly everywhere you go after that point, the strange clown is following you. The more you try to ignore him or brush him aside, the angrier he seems to get - and it's a little creepy, just how menacing he looks with that bright red smile gets turned upside down. Even as you manage to make your way to you or your friend's home, you can't help but notice the familiar, disturbing honks of a bicycle horn or the squeaks of oversized shoes following you... even up onto the front porch steps. Hydor hated patrolling, but he had to force himself to do it. It felt more urgent, somehow, after all the bullshit that had happened recently. It had felt urgent before, sure, on some level: they were literally fighting a battle to save the souls of Destiny City and perhaps the souls of all of those who lived on Earth. To save their souls so they may grow old and die normally, and then be reborn once more in an endless cycle, instead of being consumed by those who desired soul-power to keep themselves running. It was an ultimate evil he could barely process. Yet, Hydor had barely wanted to be involved. It was hard to drive himself to do it, sometimes. Why would he throw himself into fights he had no chance of winning? Sometimes, there was another part of him that wanted to; at least, it would be a valiant way to go. But it felt more urgent now. Maybe because he had an at least somewhat personal connection to someone who had been turned into a monster by this mess. <******** jammed his hands in his pockets as he strolled, hoping he would not sense any-- Was that a clown?
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 10:09 am
Halloween was fun. Dimitri had always been a fan. First, practically speaking, business usually boomed after all the candy binges. Second, personally speaking, everything was just more fun. There was an ominous, sinister edge to the simplest of things. Maybe that candy was poison. Maybe that scarecrow could come alive. Maybe that raven was the same that'd the stanzas of Mr. Poe's poems. Maybe that cat would prove to bring foul luck. Maybe that clown wasn't really a clown. Being a part of the Negaverse, considering the guise they'd ended up bestowing onto him... yes. Halloween was fun. Now, tonight, someone was looking. Someone different from the quivering masses with their energy stories waiting to be plucked. Penikisite's cheshire grin grew wider. "Hello little boy; want a balloon?"
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 10:16 am
What the <******** felt the energy coming off him at this range, the nasty gravity of energy that called the presence of a Negaverse Officer. The Negaverse was recruiting clowns now? Had the Negaverse watched too many movies this year? He was even talking about balloons and was holding one like he came out of that damn horror movie from earlier that year-- And he was calling him a little boy what the ******** did he look even remotely little-- "Nah," replied Hydor, shaking his head, as he looked for a quick escape. He should probably deal with Lieutenant Clownite. He would rather not. Patrolling felt more urgent, but this man made him uneasy.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 10:20 am
With a strangled, strange little laugh played up for the fact that he could practically taste unease dripping off the senshi, Penikisite started walking too. Not too fast. No, he wasn't looking to overtake him, just fast enough for his steps to match the senshi's, as though only one pair of shoes were clicked on the pavement. "Come on. Take it, " he coaxed, laughing again. "It's just a balloon. Don't you like balloons, boy?"
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 10:29 am
What the ******** was that laugh? Where did the Negaverse find these ******** people? Was this someone who was just a normal clown from their day to day, or were they the type to laugh like that in literally everything they did? It made Hydor's hairs stand on end, despite himself, perhaps to spite himself. How could he let himself show fear in this way? It was just a clown. It was just someone who probably snatched souls out of civilian's chests and snacked on them just for a good time, it was fine-- As a child, his parents had made the vital mistake of bringing him to the circus. The way that clown smiled him was too wide, too happy. It felt like it was a mockery of happiness. He felt like a mockery of a person. Hydor's instinct had been to scream and hide. "I do not like balloons, actually!" replied Hydor, attempting to project his voice over his fear. For the moment, it was working. He thought. "They simply add to pollution once they deflate!" Did they? Hydor did not know.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 10:35 am
He was talking too loud. He was afraid. This senshi was afraid of him, wasn't he? Penikisite's smile as he faced the senshi's back was wolfish, a little wild and too wide from the exhilaration of it. It was too delicious to have someone like this, magical and with powers beyond what anyone thought they could dream of, be afraid of him. "That so... And what about you, boy? - ever thought about it?" He lunged suddenly, grabbing for a wrist to try and drag him back, that overblown laugh ringing too loud in the crisp fall air as he aimed to sap as much energy as he could from his delicious, too pure target. Kind of like a fresh picked apple, wasn't he? "What happens when you deflate, boy?"
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 10:42 am
Ever thought about what? If he was pollution to the Earth? Honestly, logistically, he probably was. Nearly everyone who walked this planet was nothing more than a pollutant, and yet, this planet would not be what it was without the pollutants that -- oh god. Hydor froze, his body going near rigid when he suddenly felt a hand on his wrist, pulling him backward. That momentary freeze gave Lieutenant Clownite, whoever he was, the advantage, energy pulling from Hydor and weakening his resolve before he even had a chance to fight back. Adrenaline was a funny thing, though, and hearing that freakish voice was enough to bring some energy swinging back. The clown had his hands on him. He was pulling energy from him. He was contributing to the clown's cause, the Negaverse's cause. The energy coming from him almost seemed inordinately strong for his level, but perhaps that was just the fright that Hydor felt. He was going to die. Somewhere between a fear and flight response, Hydor attempted to wrest his wrist away from the clown, swirling around at the same rate to smack the clown as hard as he could, hoping to take that ******** smile right off his damned smiling veneer--
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 11:42 am
Hydor's fist struck squarely across his painted cheek and lip, leaving white and red smeared across the senshi's knuckles as Penikisite stumbled backwards, his hold relinquished. It hurt. For a second, in the wake of that 'crack' of bone meeting bone, it was silent as death. Then, as Penikisite reached up to touch his cheek - abruptly, laughter poured out of him, keening and uneven in a way that was less of an act and more a true rush of exhilaration surging forth. No one could do this out of costume. Not without police and bystanders swarming in and rushing them. But no one would do that here, no one because they were more than men, they were so much more. "If not a balloon - ever hear a joke about a clown?" he asked suddenly, a ragged edge to his voice and a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Doctor and a clown. You know this one, right? Classic."
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 11:57 am
Hydor looked down at his fist in disgust. Now it was full of ... paint. Or chalk. Or whatever the hell clowns put on their damn face. He would wipe it off on his shirt, but that would mar the appearance of his suit. He supposed he would just leave it. Whatever. He could get out of this entire get up once he got away from this literal insane clown anyway. Why the ******** was he cackling like that? He legitimately seemed like he was excited to get hit. Was he some kind of masochist? A masochistic clown? Was that a thing? Perhaps one had to be masochistic to put themselves in that kind of horrific get up. Perhaps one had to be masochistic to be the member of an organization that enjoyed mining from the people of the Earth. Then again, that sounded like the work for a sadist. He did not want to hear any more about balloons or any more jokes or risk being grabbed by this lunatic any further-- "What is the joke?" asked Hydor, warily, as he started to back away from the clown. Perhaps if he could distract him with actually doing ... clown s**t, he could bolt.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 1:59 pm
Like a scared little deer, wasn't he? Backing away, too afraid to turn his sights away from Penkisite now - getting wiser, he was, becoming aware that he was prey instead of powerful - Penkisite tasted the tang of blood on his lip and dragged his tongue across it, moving in a slow, deliberately wide circle around the poor scared little senshi. "Man goes to a doctor, complaining he's depressed, " he started out, his voice ringing out with a sing-song quality that didn't really seem to suit the depth of it. " Don't worry, says the doctor. I know what to do. There's a great clown in town, tonight. only. Go see him, he says, and you'll be right as rain in no time." The lieutenant paced closer, laughing softly to himself. "The man begins to cry, uncontrollable, inconsolable. But doctor, he cries, desperation in his voice, I am the clown." He stared thoughtfully at Hydor, a sly smile still on his face. "See, no one could save that clown, not even himself. - and how about you, boy? - who will save you?"
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2018 3:36 pm
He knew what was happening. Lieutenant ITite was circling him, attempting to trap him, to prevent him from leaving. It was typical predator behaviour; he knew that much from having taken a few biology classes-- Hydor tracked the clown with his eyes, refusing to let him get out of sight. His hairs were standing on end. Was his younger self always right about clowns? Were they mockeries of people? This certainly felt like a mockery of a person, grinning sinisterly, pacing like a vulture or an eagle waiting for their prey moreso than a human person. How was he going to get himself out of this? Also, Hydor hardly had a sense of humour, but that joke was absolutely not funny. To be honest, he was fairly sure it was not even a joke. Snarling, Hydor barked, "Whirling Protection!" and attempted to bolt when he saw an opening. frayedflower Sailor Scout Attack: Whirling Protection! Hydor throws an arm in the air, and either lowers it towards himself, or lowers it towards an ally. Either himself or an ally finds themselves surrounded by a Wall Cloud. They are essentially in the "eye," protected from the enemy in a calm area as they are more difficult to see or reach. When an enemy approaches, or the target approaches an enemy, the enemy will find themselves buffetted by moderate winds that are circling around the cloud. The target cannot actively attack for the duration of this buff. Uses: 2 uses per battle Duration: 30 seconds Range: Localized
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 2:12 pm
A magic. As the senshi made to run, and Penkisite made to bolt for him, he was left to realize that it was quite a literally named magic - he was pushed aside like a leaf on the wind, dancing off at an odd angle. Clever thing, that was, fun magic. If there was anything he envied, it was senshi's capacity for such things. Not to say being a lieutenant wasn't still a novelty, a fun, glorious thing, but - imagine what he could have done with magic behind him. Just imagine. Still, it was too much for him - and energy gathered, fun had, he let the senshi go running off like a rabbit down the hole. Throughout, Penikisite's laughter did not cease. "See you next time, " he called after the senshi, and with a flourish of his arm, he bowed dramatically towards the senshi's retreating back, "for the encore."
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