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 Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2021 1:01 am
Nagyágite was bored. That was the easiest description for it. The last civilian he'd tried to drain had struggled, and he'd ended up resorting to pulling his starseed, and now he was kicked out on a bench a ways away from where he'd dumped the corpse, juggling the bright little light between his hands.
Fascinating, how even ordinary people had such bright stars in their chests. Nagya sort of wondered what his own looked like--and hew knew there was someone he could ask, but the thought of it made him frown. He absolutely did not want to talk to Amazonite again. He did not want to have any part of that awful woman's research.
She was like him now, he knew--he'd seen her during the mission into the Rift, with her dragon horns and tail, all frosty glee. He wondered if what she'd learned from him had helped her achieve her own transformation, but truth be told, he didn't care. That wasn't his problem, and if she was content ******** around with her own starseed, at least it might keep her icy little paws off his.
With an unhappy little huff, he caught the starseed and held it up, turning it over in his hand. So small, and yet so precious. How unique.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2021 1:41 pm
Læraðr really did not want to tangle with anybody tonight. He'd just finished a fantastic class at the gym, elated with how some of students had finally grasped a concept they'd struggled with and now pulled at the silks with ease, lifting and flowing and dancing. They'd looked so beautiful, suspended in the air, cheering themselves and each other on as they tackled the difficult athletics and won against gravity. A tired smile played on his lips as he remembered it, but then he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes pricked uncomfortably, though that was probably mostly his imagination. A whole lot of off the walls batshit insane events had happened super quickly, and he honestly needed a little bit more downtime before he went off to see Zayble again and work on fixing up his Wonder some more. There was just... ugh, he didn't know, he just needed a little more mental break from all of that before he threw himself back into it. Taking a deep breath, he continued down the road, taking alleyways, staying powered up just in case something crazy happened. And of course it did. Did just being in power mode attract trouble, or was he more susceptible to noticing it while in power mode? The starseed glinted in the little available light and he swallowed heavily. Someone was already dead. He could just walk away. No, no he couldn't, and he was ashamed of himself for even thinking it. Drawing another deep breath, he stepped forward, took out his baton, and stared Nagya down. "Put. That. Back," he snarled.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2021 2:34 pm
Nagya heard the demand, and he turned his head.
Ah, the little Page that he'd so handily thrashed not too long ago. How brave of him to come back for round two. Or stupid. Possibly both, he supposed; people could be all kinds of things when they got committed to a very bad decision.
"No," he responded, and then, with a grin as broad as he could make it, he tucked the starseed into his subspace pocket. "I don't think I will be." Was it a deliberate provocation? Absolutely. But the thing was, whatever happened now, he won. He got to keep the starseed, and that meant he got to deliver it, and that meant he got to look good for Her Majesty and the rest of the General-Sovereigns.
"Anyway, it'd be a long ******** walk back to where I left the guy, and I don't really feel like backtracking tonight, so...how about you turn around and walk away? Because what I did to you last time was just he preview of what I'm capable of."
He stood up, though there was still something slow and languid in his movements, and he stretched. "Or we can do this, if you're really committed to getting your a** kicked for no reason all over again."
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2021 9:58 pm
"Perhaps I'll lose again," he said, eyes narrowing, "But I've got to try. I don't expect someone like you to understand things like honor." His grip on his baton tightened. "Anyway, if it does go my way, you won't be walking back to the guy, anyway. So you don't have to worry about that." He let an amused smile slip out.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2021 10:06 pm
Nagya roleld his eyes. So much confidence, so much swagger. All of it would be so easily destroyed, he was pretty sure.
And once again, there was no reaosn to hesitate. He launched himself forward, grinning wildly.
"This time?" Nagya said, "I'm bringing you in for corruption. I promise, it'll be so much easier than having to play hero."
His hand was aimed straight for the Page's chest. Make it quick, pop his starseed, call a General-Sovereign. Surely that would be enough to get him noticed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2021 10:43 pm
The back of Læraðr's neck prickled and he dodged the hand going for his chest. No. He couldn't allow himself to get taken in. No way in hell. He wouldn't. He refused to become a monster like the one he was fighting. "You think I do this because I have to?" he demanded as Nagya's hand crashed into his shoulder, making him wince with the force of it, "Because some cosmic force makes me?" "I have a little something called integrity," he continued, squatting quickly and making to sweep at Nagya's ankles.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2021 7:56 pm
Missed the first grab. That was fine, it was just time for Nagya to adjust his approach. So he slid to a stop and pivoted, grinning the whole time. The leg sweep was a charming attempt, but Nagya twisted away from it, and spun his momentum into a kick aimed at the Page's head.
"Oh, you're even worse than obligated," she said, voice mocking. "You're dedicated. How's it feel to be so boringly righteous?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2021 9:36 pm
He almost didn't hear the question with his ears ringing so loudly. He crumpled to the ground, clutching at his head and whimpering. ********, that had hurt. Why did this rotten half-youma who was a snake actually have to have legs? This sucked. "Like I have beliefs I stick to," he spat, the loudness of his own voice making him wince as he opened his eyes to glare. But then his vision didn't focus very well and he closed them again, hands pressing harder against his temples to rub with pressure. He was probably going to die here.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2021 9:51 pm
Nagya hummed, thoughtfully. Maybe, once again, he would let this idiot live. He had to admit, this Page was more entertaining alive and an enemy than broken into an obedient officer.
"Cute. Hope they save you," Nagya said, dryly, and then he slammed his foot, one more time, into the Page's head. Knock him unconscious. Leave him there.
Nagya had energy and a starseed to deliver.
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