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 Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2019 5:12 pm
They said it was Lieutenant's (and basic corrupts') duty to drain energy and learn, but some nights Fafnir wondered if that was all he was ever going to get out of it.
He rolled a little ball of energy over his fingers as he contemplated it and the likely purpose it had in the engine that was the Negaverse. It was obviously important, with how much they had to gather, but not so important the job was given to people higher up with more power and skill to collect it quickly. Maybe it was for training? Who knew.
It was certainly a time eater and just getting this much had kept him out later tonight than he had intended. Traffic had thinned in the streets below to mostly those out enjoying entertainment, most either safely at home or safely at work on third shift. Civilians knew enough not to be out this late if they could help it, even if some liked to pretend and gamble. It was those with power that filled the dark spaces instead, and navigating that unseen crowd was a sometimes harrowing event.
The shine of someone strong bore down from his left as Fafnir shifted onto his feet and tucked the energy orb into the front of his fuku. Another came from nintey degrees the other way and he turned, unwilling to get too close to either of them. He almost, almost didn't feel the smaller signature until he nearly ran into it, far more focused on the two passing behind him.
It bared his way, but the two behind kept him from retreating, leaving the corrupt at a bit of a loss as he dropped down onto a fire escape, tucking himself back into the shadows as best he could. If he waited, maybe they'd move? Blue eyes squinted down the empty street of brick buildings, but enhanced night sight was sadly not one of the 'super powers' being corrupted gave him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2019 7:55 pm
Sodom was late.
Sodom was late and that meant that Gomorrah was irritable. Well, it meant that he was more irritable than he usually was. Which...Well, the squire was in a perpetual state of irritability and most things only exasperated it instead of assuaging it.
They had agreed to meet in a different place than usual and it was likely that Sodom forgot and headed to their original meeting spot but after crazy whip b***h had nearly killed them, Gomorrah had insisted on a different place.
Or his spouse had gotten caught up in a job and forgotten their plans. In which case he was exceptionally irritable to the unfortunate luck of the corrupt who was coming in his way.
He felt the sickly, inky aura before he saw the guy and his staff was in his hand almost immediately.
"I suggest you knock off whatever the ******** you're doing bud."
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2019 9:33 am
He grimaced from his scant cover, spreading his hands on the off chance the stranger could see enough of him to make it out.
"I'm trying to avoid getting beaten up, so if its all the same to you, I think I'll continue doing so." Fafnir tossed back, his tone as light as he could make it when his heart was beating hard in his ears. It was true, but adrenaline made him twitchy, trying to decide if he should be afraid or not.
"When everyone feels bigger than me, its a lot like a mouse trying to avoid the cats. I can't even teleport yet."
Why that useful defense came with also being physically weaker and slower, he had no idea. A slight shift of his weight and angle of his head, and Fafnir could just see the other man. Red hair, gray coat, blue vest. And a huge staff he didn't much like the look of, with the skull at the end. All he had was his fists and a little smoke magic... not good odds.
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2019 10:17 am
Gomorrah's scowl deepened when the man in blue tried to make snippy comebacks and his fingers tapped against the middle of his staff. His jaw seemed to tick, especially when he stepped forward to prevent the guy from darting off.
Why he cared, he wasn't exactly sure. Maybe it was just his overall bad mood. Maybe it was fact that something about the man basically wearing a dress, who thought he could back talk.
Either way, his mood was piss poor and he felt like taking it out on someone else.
"Maybe you should quit being a whiny b***h and do something about it." He snapped, swinging his staff at him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2019 11:44 am
Fafnir's eyes widened and he dropped as the staff swung at him, sitting down hard where he had been standing. It scraped his back, sliding down the rough stone, but he ignored it.
Yep, definitely afraid now. No question.
Gathering up both legs, he kicked forward and up with them. It was a long reach... the squire, he assumed squire, had distance on his side with that staff.
"The ******** are you doing?!" Fafnir shouted from his butt on the ground. "Does order just attack people unprovoked?"
Bad situation... could he get clear enough to make a run for it? Why were knights always like this? Senshi he'd had a halfway decent experience with getting them to just let him go, but knights... they got aggressive, fast.
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 1:59 pm
It was with irritation that he watched the man drop to the ground, his staff not doing the damage he'd hoped. Instead, when the corrupt kicked out, he caught the staff as the squire lifted it and as a result, Gomorrah lost his grip which meant it clattered to the floor.
Yeah, that definitely wasn't helping his mood.
Teeth gritted as he tamped down his irritation for a moment, stepping forward to scoop his weapon back up.
"Says the a*****e in organization who sticks their hand in chest," Gomorrah scoffed, straightening as he watched Fafnir. "Why should I believe that you're going to do anything but that?"
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2019 11:24 am
The staff clattered down and Fafnir shied away from it, drawing his legs up to him. When the squire grabbed it up, but didn't immediately swing again, he froze in place, scared and wary of provoking more.
They say to play dead when a wild animal attacks.
It was a stupid thought, considering this man was not some stupid animal, but staying still, and non-threatening, seemed the best option for the moment. And only as long as he kept that staff down.
"Says the guy who just literally tried to break my skull open." He shot back, more snide from fear than actually defiant. He added "Unprovoked.", after a moment.
"I don't know what proof you want me to just pull out of my a**, but I've got nothing except to say I've never put my hand in anyone's chest and have no intention of doing so to anyone who isn't trying to kill me."
Good intentions... Labyrinthite had not shown him that particular trick yet, but it was doubtless coming. He really did have no intention of doing it unprovoked, but hopefully the squire wouldn't catch any uncertainty about it. He put all of his conviction into his voice, mixing in the pain, anger and invasion he'd felt when it had been done to him.
"You have as much of a chance of proving to me you aren't a serial killer using his knight powers to pick hapless people up off the street. You know the public thinks you're terrorists right? Popular opinion doesn't mean right." It was a long shot, pointing that out, and with the mood leveled against him, probably more of a shot in the foot, but he was not in a good frame of mind for being overly clever.
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