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 Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2021 10:28 pm
Læraðr didn't know what else to be doing right now. Not after everything crazy that had happened. He grimaced. yeah, no, he didn't want to be thinking about any of that. He'd rather just go visit his Wonder and have a good time, but he was pretty sure he couldn't just yet. Sailing would be nice, except it was dark out and he didn't want to deal being "pulled over" and asked what the hell he was doing out so late on the lake. He just really didn't want to deal with more bullshit. And there weren't any classes scheduled for the night, certainly not so late, so he didn't have that as a nice distraction, either. He could've exercised himself at the gym, but there were too many weirdos there to be alone at such a time. Whatever. He sighed, rubbing his temples as he patrolled the streets. At least this was technically kind of something to do. He perked up when he felt a Negaverse aura nearby, then shamed himself for getting excited over that. Saving people was more important than no longer being bored. Slowly, cautiously, he made his way closer, on high alert. He wouldn't let anyone come to harm.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2021 10:41 pm
Nagyágite was, simply put, a predator. He stalked, and he did it proudly, with a certain smugness that could only be achieved by being completely satisfied with his status as a monster. After all, why shouldn't he be pleased with himself?
And civilians, of course, were his favorite prey. So Nagya had selected an older, besuited man--the type of person he ran into at fancy functions with Felicity, in the few hours he could spend as Jaidev during the day (and yes, his priorities generally included "spending time with his girlfriend"; he could think of few better uses for his limited glamor)--and followed him until they were alone enough to strike. Negaverse strength and MMA training made it easy to strike and haul, and he had a hand over the man's mouth as he sucked him dry of energy.
There would be no silly screaming, no nonsense. None of that.
Just a body drained to unconsciousness and left in an alley, and a turn-in of energy to the Negaverse.
Easy, simple, and hardly worth stressing about.
He could feel the tingle of an Order aura on his senses, but he wasn't exactly concerned. It felt roughly on his level, which meant that he probably had the advantage, all things considered, betwene poison and hypnotic voice and physical prowess.
...In fact, Nagya sort of welcoked the prospect of a challenge. Let this fool come find him; he would regret his interference in Negaverse affairs, and it would make for a much, much more entertaining evening than simply stalking and draining prey. As much fun as that was, civilians could hardly fight back. And that did get boring, after a while.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2021 10:58 pm
Læraðr let out an ironic, involuntary hiss under his breath when he rounded the corner and saw the cobra-like half-youma form dropping a drained older man on the ground. s**t. He wished he could've been a little bit sooner—he doubted the energy would just dissipate back into the guy or something if he knocked out the half-youma, but that was assuming, of course, he won. Half-youma had magic. He definitely didn't. Still, he pursed his lips with determination. He was here, he was going to at least try. Straightening up, he moved into the alleyway. "Why don't you give that back," he said quietly, but firmly, "And I won't have to hurt you. Look at him, he's probably going to wake up with back problems if you don't let him get home and into his proper bed."
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2021 11:19 pm
"Give that back? And you won't have to hurt me?" Nagya looked the skinny little Page that was confronting him up and down, and he didn't bother hiding the amusement in his voice. "Is that a ******** joke?"
The man went limp in his arms. Nagya tossed him aside like so many rotten potatoes, and tucked the orb of energy he'd gathered into his subspace pocket. No need to risk it getting popped in the fight, since there was clearly going to be a fight.
"I think it's just fair disclosure to tell you," he said, sounding thoroughly pleased with himself, "that I fight. Professionally. Or, well, I did, before I had a little...training accident." He hissed, to show exactly what he meant.
"And why the hell should I care if some fat cat gets back problems? He can afford to treat them. Better than most people, I'd say. Hell, he could probably afford to help a lot of people, but here he is, in a bespoke suit, sucking the life out of other people."
Nagya ran his tongue over his fangs. No need for this Page to know his class consciousness was about 80% bullshit and he had a stupidly wealthy girlfriend. He hadn't always been in with a girl with a platinum credit card, anyway.
"Honestly, I'm just returning to him what he does to other people. And at least this will go to a good cause."
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2021 11:29 pm
Oh geeze. What stupid s**t had he gotten himself into now? Well, he was here, and he had to commit. Inhaling deeply, he took on a fighting stance. "And I should warn you that I'm a stripper," he deadpanned, "Strong and flexible. Not to mention very, very fast. Give it a shot. In fact, let's make a deal. You win, I leave you alone for the night. I win, you give him his energy back." Stripper... aerial silks... not all that much of a difference in terms of core strength and all that stuff.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2021 11:51 pm
"So's my girlfriend, but I guarantee she could outfight you," Nagya said, and he grinned, smugly. "But fine, deal. In fact, I'll sweeten the pot. When I beat you, I promise not to rip your starseed and haul your unconscious body in to be corrupted."
As soon as he made the promise, he moved at rapid fire speed, and went to grab the front of the Page's uniform. Grab him, hurl him into the dumpster at the end of the alley, get it done and dusted. No reason to drag this out and make it complicated.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2021 12:03 am
...Yeah, okay, that was probably something he should've brought up himself but he wasn't the brightest crayon in the box sometimes. Then in his slight distraction he was grabbed, and being hauled, and he growled under his breath, hands coming up to grab at Nagya's wrists, digging his thumbs in between the tendons on Nagya's wrists to force him to let go. He wouldn't lose. He couldn't lose. Allowing that to happen would be very, very bad.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2021 12:08 am
Nagya hissed, in pain, long and sibilant, forked tongue briefly lashing out as the Page dug his nails into Nagya's wrists.
"Smart," he hissed, and he flung as he let go, hoping to put some toss force behind the release. "But not smart enough."
He darted forward, grinning viciously. Speedy takedown. Finish him. Get this all over with as fast as possible.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2021 12:18 am
Læraðr stumbled when Nagya threw him to let him go, and then was immediately plowed by Nagya's next attack. Well, ********> he thought, seeing stars as his head smashed into the ground. And not the fun kind of stars that came with being around Cosmos Knights or anything.
Oh, and he couldn't breathe well, either. How nice.
He slumped, tension leaving his body as he closed his eyes, admitting defeat without saying so directly. Everything already ached.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2021 12:20 am
Nagya grinned down at the Page.
"Stay down," he said, and he turned away.
A successful evening's fight, he supposed. Hopefully that Page learned a lesson about not tangling with people much stronger than him. It'd be a shame if he got himself killed; Nagya hated the thought of wasted resources.
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