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 Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2021 10:23 am
Thunder crackled overhead, and Faustite looked up to the bloodshot sky with its lightning veins. What was up there wasn't a sun, he thought; he considered it a hole in the sky, where light from a more benevolent plain filtered in. Light from Negaspace, where people could exist a margin more comfortably. There, in the Rift, that humanity was a liability. That hole was there, he figured, so people could see what was about to kill them.
Faustite crouched at the edge of a precipice, companion to the long stair that wound down into a ruined city. He liked that spot both for its view and its contemplative value: he was close enough for a breathtaking worm's eye view of the Castle, the great double doors that would steal him back to the Hall of Shadows, close enough that most creatures paid no mind to him, and far enough from the Castle to see well into the ruins and the plains surrounding it. This time, he returned to that wind-beaten, quake-hewn precipice for more reason than to reminisce wistfully about staying in the Rift.
Axinite mentioned finding another youma. He understood the twofold usefulness in that, knowing that his lingering weakness would leave and he'd have another creature to assist him while he continued searching for a method to quiet his fire. Thus, his indulgent trip to this turbulent place gained a surveillance element.
Finally he sat, legs crossed, left foot bobbing lazily over the steep gap. He ever kept an ear out for approaching officers since Jet snuck up on him. Nevertheless, he felt restless — like there was something more important he should be doing.the space cauldron i forgot he met laurels when wolffeite recorrupted…
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2021 7:00 pm
Queen Laurelite had a presence that waxed and waned at her will; in the Dark Kingdom, her aura was ingrained into the energy in the air. Sometimes, it was easy to tell when she came and went. Sometimes, she could still slip around without much attention. It wasn’t that she could hide her aura, or that she ever really cared to, it was just the oneness that came with being so close to the Chaos that held this place together. She did not often leave the Castle these days; her purpose was more meaningful in close range to Metallia, where she could invest herself in her projects and properly utilize her power. Laurelite did not go into Destiny City anymore, and the Dark Kingdom was a poor substitute. But, she found Faustite easily enough as she walked about, not with any real purpose beyond granting herself a change of scenery from her office and the throne room. Her steps were quiet, and it seemed as though her energy signature only revealed itself as an individual entity when she spoke: “Faustite,” she greeted sweetly. “It’s been an age, hasn’t it? What are you doing out here?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2021 3:16 pm
Faustite startled hard enough that he nearly gave himself a leg cramp. "<********>," he hissed to himself, small venting of adrenaline before he stood straight. Turned to see who it was.
The ******** Queen. A marvelous stream of invective coursed through his head as he saluted stiffly. "Sorry, didn't hear you come." Been a while since he had to observe formality; Axinite was usually one to give his agents more leeway, and Faustite wasn't the type to drop by for social often enough to warrant even vague formalities. And in the Rift, well — no one cared about decorum.
"Was looking for a youma," he admitted as the tension gradually left his form. He supposed, if she thought him insolent, she need only think it and he'd be struck from existence or fully youmafied. Paradoxically easing, that thought. "Axinite suggested I look for another."
s**t, missed a title.
"You?" He'd met her but once before; rare to see the Queen at all. Surely something stirred her from her business.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2021 4:24 pm
Laurelite hummed thoughtfully, and seemed to express no shift in emotions; she wore the same smile she always wore. It was perfectly polite and perfectly unreadable, which seemed to be exactly how she wanted to be perceived. “Oh, is that so? You must forgive me, I wasn’t aware. You don’t need to be so stiff, this isn’t official business. But I appreciate your enthusiasm and your patience while I interrupt.” She was small in stature, but her energy signature was unparalleled when she wasn’t bothering to suppress it in any way. “I was out taking a walk. I spend so much time in the throne room, in my office. Even I need to stretch my legs. I don’t think I’ve exchanged words with someone in over a day now, and you didn’t have company so I invited myself over. Forgive my bluntness, you didn’t seem like you were having luck looking for a youma. But if you’re pressed for time, I can move on.”
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2021 7:46 am
"Just seeing what's out there," he admitted. Knowing that he should have another youma and feeling up to having another one were at odds with each other. More effective officers utilized personal youma, and utilized them effectively. They didn't often wander off to protect their owner's interests before getting themselves killed by senshi royalty. Perhaps Faustite was both uniquely bad at youma ownership.
He didn't need to be so stiff, she said. But her aura imposed a certain giddiness for which he faulted his youma side, and the precipice hadn't afforded much room for pacing. He shifted his weight from one side to the next, but it did little to relieve the feeling of being suffused with energy.
Perhaps it was that, or his unending curiosity that overtook his better judgment. "What are you working on?"
There was something else about her, too, that he couldn't quite place.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2021 7:29 pm
Laurelite watched him with a small smile that said she was thinking about keeping it to herself, and then she just ‘ Hmm’d’, and looked out across the great expanse before them. She sighed, an almost dreamy sound. “Everything,” she finally answered. “Without any end in sight.” She almost sounded like this was discouraging. “I do enjoy projects to keep busy. It’s just difficult, sometimes. It would be nice to have a To-Do list that ever shrunk. I feel a bit guilty, avoiding it as I am. But I need a clear mind for the next task. Diplomacy is very exhausting, Faustite. And so much rides on this.”
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