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 Posted: Fri May 24, 2019 1:52 pm
To say that Zubeneschamali did not care about his place in the Negaverse would be one of the greatest understated thoughts in his life.
He didn't care, he didn't want to care. There were so many reasons for him not to care in his mind.
And yet here he was, once again in the Negaverse, heading towards the barracks rather late in the evening. For all the reasons he hated this place and the majority of the people within, there were just a few that kept him from just ditching. His sister, of course, the wee little kitten they had adopted... And him..
Vitriol, or Vivre as 'Mali so very fondly called him, was the only other person whom he felt fondness for in this god-forsaken organization. They butted heads at times, sometimes over his own attitude towards the Negaverse and his dislike of it, sometimes over the lack of humanity Vivre felt. Even then, his affections for the Agent made him want to stay.
For him, he'd try to care.
And perhaps he as a little bribe to come in for this sparring session by the playful bet between them. The winner may ask the loser to do anything or answer any question. Over night, 'Mali had pondered what he'd ask, what he'd want, but nothing came to mind. Asking for things didn't mean people wanted to do them... Manipulating someone to further his goals also wasn't against any code he held over himself either..
But to ask that of Vivre...? He wasn't sure he could. There was also the good chance that he'd lose the fight.
Mali wouldn't try to lose... But maybe it would be easier that way.
For now he stood behind the barracks, arms crossed. They'd find out soon enough who would win, and simply go from there.
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2019 4:21 pm
Mali did not like the negaverse. He had no ambitions to raise up in the ranks other than possibly being better able to protect Nubi, but even then he knew Nubi was fine on her own. He had no drive to impress anyone in the Negaverse, gain power, or raise up in ranks to be given more recognition and stronger magic. This meant he really didn't have any drive to spar and fight.
This was distressing to Vitriol and it spent some time while running errands in the Negaverse wondering how it could convince the other to spar with it. If Vit just asked, it was sure Mali might just go along with it, but it would be because Mali would want to help the half-man and wouldn't get much in return. There wouldn't be much of a drive to be serious and it felt more one sided.
In the end, Vitriol only had itself to offer, so what could it offer?
After some talking with Mali, Vit proposed an idea. If he sparred with it and won, he could ask it to answer or do whatever he wanted. One thing from whatever his mind could concoct. Privately, Vitriol was just curious what Mali would ask if given that opportunity.
Running a few minutes late, Vive as Mali had named it, arrived behind the barracks. "Sorry I was held up a bit. A general was holding us all up in the cafeteria and was blocking the door."
It moved up to him with a smile, clearly eager to spar. "Are you ready to fight?"
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 9:31 am
"It's fine, I haven't been waiting long... Though I am curious, for what reason would a general be blocking the doorway from the cafeteria? Some self-righteous nonsense about something or another, I'm sure." There was no doubting that lack of love for anyone of authority, but he had kept his word about not insulting Vivre's general or their queen. Anyone else was free game. Of course there was still the need to be discreet in his insults, otherwise he'd put both of their lives at risk.
And he wasn't really here to throw insults about the stupidity of the Negaverse today.
Every bit of Vivre seemed to say he was itching for a fight, and who was he to deny him that?
Mali did sigh a little, easing into a smile as he reached behind him to grab his own braid and pulling it up a little higher, pinning it in place with a well placed stab of a hair stick he had kept in his pockets. After the tournament, he labeled his hair as a liability, and attempting to chop it off post-power up was futile so... Compromises.
"Sure, I'll do my best. But I warn you, I am much more designed and built for stealth and subterfuge than I am in physical combat, as you're already aware. I suppose we shall see where this goes, won't we?" From what he had heard of Vivre's fight with 'Nubi, he was ruthless in a fight, capable of dishing out real pain and blood...
Mali really wasn't looking forward to this fight.
A promise was a promise, however, and he walked further away from the barracks, just incase things became a bit rougher than expected.
"Ready when you are."
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 9:57 am
"That's alright. If anything, just try and avoid me as practice until you find your opportunity. But eventually a knight or senshi is going to make it hard for you. I just want you to be alive as long as you can until I or Nubi or someone can show up to help. I also just enjoy sparring especially with people I know."
"Oh. I guess a bit of a disclaimer. I'll avoid your face if you avoid my eyes. Okay?"
Stepping back, it waited till Mali was ready. Braid up actually was a nice look for him though it wondered what he would look like with chopped off hair.
"Have you ever cut your hair short?" It asked as it started to circle. "Your hair is very long and nice. When you have it tied up, I wonder what you'd look like in other ways."
It moved closer and tested out Mali's reaction by just giving a clean swipe towards his chest. In the meantime, it was producing the thicker poison in it's mouth
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 10:45 am
"Hmm. I'll avoid your eyes, but no other promises are made." Landry nodded slightly at the thought, but found himself disgusted as well. Him needing of a rescue felt ridiculous to think about. Whether or not it was 'Nubi or Vivre or any other Agent coming to save him, it didn't matter. He would be damned if he'd let himself be some ridiculous damsel in distress.
"I have, once upon a time. But even I get lazy and decide that I don't want to go to the salon every now and then so I let it grow." Pushing the thoughts of him being any weaker than anyone else aside, he watched the halfling circle him, unsure how he felt about such casual conversation going on...
This was a fight, was it not? Why would you converse with the enemy? Talking, discussing things, learning about them... They all served to better humanize them, and that made it all the less impersonal of a task to harvest energy and starseeds. Mali didn't care about their families or their ambitions or whatever the hell it was they were doing.
Only that they were a target, and he had a job to do, no matter how much he hated it.
Ah, but Vivre wasn't the enemy... And interestingly enough, to Mali anyway, they both knew each other's powers. They spoke before about the poison in Vivre's mouth, of how it leaked and stained his sheets when he slept, and its effects on targets... Vivre himself saw first hand what Mali's powers could do. As much as he was against fighting, he was curious to know how this would turn out, how could they hope to surprise one another in battle?
The swipe was easy to move out of the way from, a simple back hop step pushed him out of the way, and in that same moment, he summoned his automaton to his hand, whispering the attack under his breath.
Stabilized once again, 'Mali tossed the doll towards Vivre. It didn't need to make contact, it didn't need to even reach his target, it simply needed to be seen.
And once it was, in those brief seconds of forced compliance, he rushed behind Vivre, lashing out behind him with a kick to the back as the explosion sent him skidding backwards.
MoonKitsune Sailor Scout Attack: Zube's Game
Mali Summons a Small Automaton named Zube and winds him up and places it on the ground. The Automaton is not activated until an opponent sees it, and can be picked up and placed elsewhere by Mali or another of his allies. Once someone looks at the doll, they are forced to approach it and follow Zube's Pre-installed Movements which goes as follows
"Three steps to the Left, Three steps to the right, Spin in Place, Raise right hand, left hand behind back, and Bow"
This action preoccupies the user for 5 seconds, and at the end of the 'performance', Zube explodes. The explosion is is minor, and is only strong enough send the opponent back a few feet, but no other damage is sustained
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 11:19 am
Vive knew his attack. Had seen it played out during patrols and had an observer's understanding of how it worked. But what it didn't know was if you could break yourself from the trance once started. Was it able to stop if you forced yourself to resist? Was there a moment after the trance to react soon enough to avoid the explosion? It wanted to know.
Mali hopped away and soon the doll was tossed. It was reaction that made you look and it did, and it was swept up into the jerky, mechanic dance it had seen others do. A sort little stepwork b fore the doll exploded.
It was enough to move a person and since being in the trance, there wasn't much time to guard your body. Mali had moved and a hard kick to its spine made his location know. Tense and in pain, Vive jumped away to gain some distance to recover.
"Well that was a learning experience." It grunted through clenched teeth as it rubbed its back.
It began to lick its claws. "How many of those you have ? Two? Three?"
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 12:40 pm
They were sparing, were they not?
Why was he still talking?
Even as Vivre began to rub his back and spout out rubbish about things learned, Mali did not stop.
He knew those claws, that venom, what it could do to his body, and he wasn't about to let it touch him, or give too much of an opportunity for Vivre to coat those claws.
Again, he was on the youma man, ignoring the question and charging up again, this time stepping off to the side and attempting to land a hard punch to his shoulder. Enough stinging pain there and maybe it would mean one less poison claw to worry about.
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 12:54 pm
Vitriol could take hits. A lot of people made it a point to avoid all damage but sometimes taking hits meant you were given an opportunity. You just had to decide if the damage taken was worth the damage you were going to give. You also had to sure you could give the damage quickly enough so that the other didn't hit and run.
Mali at least was being serious, ignoring it the entire time. It wanted to push him though and knew the other as just as passionate of a person as it could be at time. Regardless of how "robotic" Mali said he was, Vit didn't see that remotely.
Vitriol took the impact with a hard grunt in order to swipe out at Mali's shoulder too, using the motion to rake the man.
"Stay real close to me. I like it." It purred.
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 1:10 pm
The hit connected, and as expected, there was retaliation. It seemed Mali and Vivre shared atleast one thing when it came to battle, and that was the ability to take a hit.
Unlike his own hit, the rake of his arm seeped the poison onto his skin, and that searing pain shot up through his arm.
That was fine, he was fine. As badly as it burned, he wasn't going to stop just yet.
Those words though, they caused a bit of a pause, briefly causing him to raise an eyebrow before scowling and grabbing a fist full of the other's tail and yanking it back hard, hoping to throw him off balance.
If the other was going to be cruel and use something as his own sexuality to try to rile him up, so be it. 'Mali's mouth would remain closed for now.
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 2:56 pm
IT KEPT FORGETTING ABOUT THE TAIL!
It had been new and yet familiar to it at this point, but it had kept forgetting that it was a target during battle and a very sensitive one. Despite being rather thick and not in any way fragile, it pulled directly to it's spine and tugged on the muscles of its back and buttocks in a way that made it tense up and yelp in a way that was a mix of human surprise and something far more telling as inhuman.
In a quick act of desperation, Vitriol slashed out at the arm yanking up at its tail with it's limited turning ability.
Needless to say, it wasn't saying much at the moment.
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 3:03 pm
That sound that Vivre made was frightening in a way. Unfamiliar and worrisome, but not enough to make ‘Mali loosen his grip on it. The wayward, panicked slash caught his forearm, burning the flesh there but only serving to have the senshi tighten his grip on that poor appendage.
Another side step, had Mali half wrapping the tail around Vivre’s waist, jerking it foward to make him follow that movement until he was facing the halfling directly.
A taunt played on his tongue You wanted me close, right?. It would feel so good to tease the man who he sometimes thought of in his mind as a mindless puppet, but he buried that feeling back, instead choosing to ball up his fist and aim an uppercut right to the bottom of his jaw.
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 3:28 pm
The little stuck out tongue did it.
Mali wanted to ******** with him. It wasn't verbal, but the senshi was getting cocky.
This close, face to face, the half-youma stared back in one way that said one thing.
You asked for it.
A large clawed hand went behind the senshi's head and pushed it forward, and opening its mouth, it pressed into Mali's mouth and forced its tongue in to welcome the poison it emptied into the other's mouth.
And with that, it pulled back. Too much would be too dangerous for the senshi and Vitriol wasn't sure how badly the senshi might react. Luckily it's own poison only burned for a couple of seconds and without a fresh cut wound, it wouldn't be able to burn as badly.
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 3:57 pm
A head butt was expected. Another lashing out was expected.
A kick, a punch, any number of things could be expected.
That kiss was not one of them.
He froze up hard the moment their lips met, and he was stuck helpless as his mind went blank for the first time in years.
By the time he brought himself together, it was over. Sticky, sickeningly sweet saliva trailed between them, burning everything it touched, including the inside of his mouth and the back of his throat.
Every inch inside of his mouth burned and he gagged, shoving Vivre away and falling to his knees. No matter how much he spit and sputtered, reduced to a retching mess on the ground, he couldn’t get that burning in his mouth to go away.
Nor could he get the fact that his first kiss was stolen out of his mind.
Several moments passed before he could breath him again, and when he did, he gave a cold, hateful look at the Halfling above him.
“Why... The <********> did you do that?!”
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 4:04 pm
Vive knelt down and watched him, making sure to see if the other could still breath but the fact Mali could cough and gasp was all good signs that the poison did not close a throat.
And then came that cold glare as Mali recovered.
"You pulled my tail." It said as it stared back at him.
"And it seemed like a good idea at the time to get you to stop."
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 4:24 pm
”Pulling your tail and kissing me against my will are two extremely different things.” There was no warmth in his voice as he rose to his feet, wiping whatever remained of that foul act from his lips.
“That was personal. You know how I am, how this affects me... There are countless other ways you could have stopped me. A head butt, a kick a punch, a bite. And yet you do this.” Had this been any other person it would have been a valid strategy, hell, one that Lori herself could have used in battle.
Vitriol knew of his affections for him.
He knew that ‘Mali had never been kissed, and that he held a very warm start in his heart for the halfling. The kiss, the abuse of that affections hurt far worse in Mali’s chest than the poison that burned the rest of his cuts and throats.
“I’m done, Vitriol. This fight is over, so go ******** off back to your room.”
There were no smiles left now, and with a forceful spit to the dirt below him, he began to head away from the Barracks.
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