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 Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2021 8:50 pm
Mycenae was still furious when he returned to Earth. Furious, and out of sorts, and stressed. And it was stupid, and thoughtless, but--
He made a beeline for the bookstore. For Jean and Harker, and for comfort. It didn't matter anymore if they knew he was a Knight. He would let them find out, and if there were...complications...
He hated to think of Harker or Jean being in the Negaverse. But maybe....maybe what he'd learned, the realization that no side was better than the other.... (the weight of those starseeds was heavy in his breast pocket).
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2021 6:31 pm
Wroewolfeite had been watching the book store for ages. Just waiting... and watching. He'd tracked his brother, his twin, to the city some time ago, but had lost him within the hustle and bustle of it. At first. It had taken some time, but he'd finally found him again. Wroe paced the front of the store slowly, fingers tapping on the glass panes. The shop had been closed all day... Which was curious, as the little plaque in the window had said they'd be open. A power signature drew on his senses, and Wroe stopped. Oooh.. Interesting "Hello..." He called out. "Is that you, dear brother?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2021 2:14 am
There was someone in front of the bookstore.
A Negaverse Lieutenant, by the looks of them. Mycenae narrowed his eyes, and brought his now-longer shillelagh up between him and the man prowling in front of him.
"Who are you," he said, voice cold. If this Lieutenant intended to threaten Harker or Jean....Mycenae wasn't exactly interested in the broad morality play of the war, not anymore, but he would do what he had to in order to protect the men he loved.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2021 4:40 pm
Oh boo... Definitely not his brother. "I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours..." Wroe said, eying the Squire. His gaze lingered, and he frowned. Not who he was looking for but... That didn't mean the other couldn't be useful. "My name... is Wroewolfeite. I'm looking for someone." The Lieutenant glanced at the book store again. "... Well, Two people... I guess.. But if I can find one, I'll find the other." His gaze flickered back to the man before him. "Maybe you've seen them?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2021 6:52 pm
So he was a threat to Jean and Harker, prowling around the bookstore like this. Why a Lieutenant would be after them, he wasn't certain--but he wasn't sure he cared.
The Lieutenant had mentioned a brother--could it be--?
He grit his teeth. It didn't matter.
"I am Mycenae if Mercury," he said, "and you will not harm them."
He spun his shillelagh, letting it spit out three bright blue orbs that stuck to the ground near Wroewolfeite.
"Get out of here, or I will very gladly make you regret your choices."Quote: Mycenae grips his shillelagh, and the orb at the top as well as the circuit inlays glow bright blue. He points it, and can launch small glowing blue orbs within a six-foot radius, which stick to solid objects, walls, or the ground, but not clothing/people/animals. These are essentially concussive grenades - when they go off, they emit a horrifically loud screech (similar to a combination of dial-up tone, static, and all those horrible noises your computer makes when it's dying) and a powerful burst of cold air. (These effects are instantaneous; the screech only lasts for a moment.) These can either act as proximity mines, going off when someone gets within a foot of them, or Mycenae can smack his shillelagh against the ground and detonate them all at once; any detonation means that Mycenae cannot summon another orb for 10 seconds. He can only produce three orbs at a time. The orbs persist until they detonate or he stops channeling or runs out of magic (at which point they dissipate harmlessly). Myceane is the only person unaffected by his own magic -- allies can detonate the orbs and will be affected by the screeching noise, but Mycenae himself cannot activate them by proximity and the screech is less loud/painful to him. Mycenae's magic pool is 35 seconds at Squire.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2021 7:27 pm
Wroe hissed, staggering back from the blinding light as he rubbed his eyes. "Damn it." The Lieutenant spit out, blinking. "So that little rat is here... Perfect..." This Squire had just saved him so much trouble. "Thank you for that, I suppose." He rubbed at his eyes one last time before standing up straight once more. "Aaah, but I've come all this way to see my brother. I'm not simply going to just leave." Not when he was this close. "That little punk thinks he can just run away after what he's done. Just because some street rat tells him he can? Oh no. I have a score to settle. And no one is going to stop me. Squire or n-" The door to the book shop flew open as another Lieutenant raced out the door, placing himself between Wroe and the Squire. " Leave." He hissed, staring down Wroe. "Leave this place. Leave us alone." Leave me alone. Romanite wasn't sure what he'd do if a fight broke out. He knew he couldn't take on Wroe and a Squire... Not without getting Jean involved. "I don't know what you want. But I want nothing to do with you anymore."
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2021 5:51 pm
Mycenae was glad that his magic worked. He had the advantage here, and he knew it, and he wasn’t going to back down from protecting what was important to him.
So he gripped his shillelagh, and was ready to make another attack—
But a Lieutenant came out of the bookstore.
The closed, dark, empty bookstore. Where only Jean and Harker should have been.
His eyes went wide. The realization hit him like a truck. The Lieutenant prowling around had mentioned a brother. This new Lieutenant—the visual similarities were striking, and—
“Harker?” His voice was soft. “Is that you? And is that—Jon?”
He had just given himself away. He knew that. He didn’t care. If this was Harker’s b*****d of a brother, come to look for him, Mycenae would gladly beat him down until he got the message and left. They could figure the rest out later.
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2021 6:35 pm
" There you are." Wroe laughed. "Are you finally going to own up to what you did? Or are you gonna hide behind this Squire?" That's all his brother ever seemed to do. Hide. Behind their mother, behind that friend of his... "There's no one to save you now. Nowhere to hide." Though, whatever Wroe was going to do, was nothing in comparison to what came out of the Squire's mouth next. " Oh." He laughed. "This is too good... I was going to throw your name out there.. But it seems, your little boyfriend has beaten to the punch." Wroe grinned, gaze sliding from his brother, to the man behind him. "...Hello Tristan." -- Romanite froze when his name was called. His actual name. His stomach dropped as a cold dread washed over him as his brother laughed. And then another name was dropped, and Romanite felt his world shatter. Slowly, he turned to face the Squire behind him. No... No... It couldn't be. There was no way. Romanite stared at the other man. He could feel tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, as both his body and voice shook. "...Please tell me that's not you, Pet..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2021 10:31 pm
Mycenae inhaled, looking between the two Lieutenants--between Jon and Harker, and the more he looked, the more sure he was. <******** me, cyhyraeth," he said, with a wry, tired smile. "It's funny, I wanted to talk to you about...all of this." He shook his head, and looked over at Wroewolfeite. "I'm telling you again: go. Get out. I don't care who you are, I'll gladly beat you into the ground. And in fact, knowing who you are? I'd like it even better."
He gave Harker a look that was soft, but full of steel.
"Move, love. I promise, I can handle this piece of garbage."
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2021 8:19 pm
Wroe simply shrugged, a snide smile on his face. "You know... I had set out with a different goal in mind. But this... This is was just as good. Sure, I don't get the satisfaction of having broken him but. Well.. What comes next is a nice substitute." He glanced between the two, that same smile plastered on his face. "So, I believe I'll take my leave." His job here was done after all... "Don't worry about looking for me. I'll find you, before you find me." And with that, he simply turned on his heel and left. -- He sucked in a breathe at the final confirmation. No... No.. No! Why. How. Of all people involved in this. Why did it have to be him. Romanite couldn't stop the tears that poured from his eyes. "What comes next is a nice substitute."His body lurched, hands flying to cover his mouth as the words sunk in. Anything. Anything but that. He collapsed on the spot, as his body shook uncontrollably. "What have I done..." He whispered quietly. Romanite hadn't even registered that his brother had left. The Lieutenant barely saw the man in front of him. Roman doubled over, crying out. Physically, he wasn't hurt. But the pain he now felt in his chest, was one of the worst feelings he'd ever suffered through.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2021 10:55 pm
Mycenae narrowed his eyes, watching Wroe take his leave. But he was only tense for a moment, before he softened, and turned to Romanite, moving over and kneeling in front of him.
It was without an ounce of hesitation that he pulled Romanite into his arms, nuzzling at his hair. "It's alright, love. I..." Mycenae sighed, softly. "I won't like, I was. Hoping, in a way, that you might be on the other side. Because I--I can't--" How did he even begin to explain what had happened? The turmoil that was in his chest?
"I can tell you all the gory details, if you want, but..." He nuzzled at Romanite's hair. "We need to talk. You, and I, and Jean, and we need to figure out what to do next. But Jon--he doesn't have to be right. This doesn't have to be terrible."
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2021 11:48 pm
Romanite sobbed as Myc pulled him close. He grabbed on to the others uniform, refusing to let go. "I am in the Negaverse, because of my gory details..." Romanite hiccupped, curling as far as he could in the other man's arms. He stayed like that for a while, burring himself again any time the other tried to pry him out and look at him. Of course they needed to take... They didn't have many options... "He is back. It's already terrible.." He muttered quietly, once the tears stopped. "There is no changing that at this point. Things are only going to get worse from here." There was no telling how things would play out now. "You're compromised." Romanite bit out. Hiding Tristan wouldn't work. If Jon had managed to find him, after so long. Romanite was sure that he could sniff out Tristan after a while. Not to mention it essentially meant he couldn't power up anymore... Ideally, he'd prefer that. But that was taking a freedom from Tristan that he wasn't willing to do. Romanite wasn't willing to purify either. He couldn't leave his mother. Not after everything she'd gone through. "Your only... option is you corrupt.. Or we both die." Jean hadn't been seen though. Maybe at least he, could get out of this unscathed.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2021 12:11 am
"We can find a way to deal with him," Mycenae said, firmly. If Wroe had to disappear....that could be made to happen, he was sure.
But that would be work he would undertake alone, once they sorted all of this out.
"And, Harker, I." Mycenae exhaled. "I want to corrupt. Wanted that before all of this mess. Just wasn't sure about leaving you and Jean, but this way, I don't have to." He stood up, carefully, and brought Romanite with him, keeping him in his arms.
"We're going inside. We'll talk there. Finish figuring this out. But I'll gladly corrupt for you, love. To keep you safe."
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