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 Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2021 12:19 am
Monoceros needed to get away from Negaverse for a little while. Just... Go outside of the space and chill out. Maybe try to clear his head somehow, if he could. Everything was just so confusing, and his heart (and head) hurt, a lot, from all the thinking about stuff he'd had to be doing lately. All of it sucked and he didn't want to think about it anymore, so he went for a walk, staying powered. He didn't want to encounter something that would kill him or anything, after hearing the story about a crazy reindeer from Arsenolite. He sensed a fellow Chaos signature and an Order one, retreating, and paused. Did he want to deal with this or not? They felt... Lieutenant. And the Order one was gone before he could discern. Sighing, he headed towards the Chaos signature. They might've been hurt, and he couldn't just walk away. He needed to help. "You okay, kid?" he called as he approached, brow furrowed as the guy was clearly laying on the ground.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2021 12:41 am
Cleeia had basically given up on getting out of the sticky snow mess he was in, once Michel left him. At least he was alive, and he would be able to continue being that way, as long as he brought Michel information about one Corrupted Sailor Lysithea.
That was a positive, and he was going to hang onto that positive. Even better, the sticky snow had started to dry up and crumble away, which meant that he probably could have gotten up. He was just....choosing not to. Becoming one with the ground. Evaluating his life choices.
Many, many options for an explanation.
There was someone else approaching, and he inhaled sharply.
"I'm....." He started to say 'fine', but that was a lie. "I'm alive," he said, and he slowly pushed himself into a sitting position. "I got into a fight, but I'm alive."
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2021 12:47 am
Monoceros knelt next to him on the ground, ignoring the cold seeping into his bones almost immediately. Short skirts did not do him any favors in winter, but he still looked cute, so. ...But maybe he should invest in some leg warmers to shove into his subspace to pull on when it was too cold. "Do you need any first aid?" he asked, eyes raking over Cleeia's form anxiously. "Who did this to you?" God, this sucked. Monoceros really didn't want to go into any revenge plots, but he had to keep an eye out. Especially with that Michel guy, he knew, going around. Monoceros himself had pretty much only gotten out of it by breaking down like a baby. (He needed to be kinder to himself, about this. After all, Arsenolite had just completely abandoned him...)
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2021 1:25 am
Cleeia shook his head. "I'm not bleeding, just bruised, I don't think there's much first aid could do." For all Michel had threatened to tear him apart, he hadn't actually done it, which was a lucky thing. Cleeia took a long, deep breath, just to make sure he could and it didn't hurt---that sort of thing was supposed to hurt if you had broken ribs, he was pretty sure, and that was the biggest threat he could think of.
"It was some Knight. Saturn, I think. With a giant clock hand. He said he was looking for someone. Wanted to send a message."
Had insisted that since Cleeia didn't know and was unprepared for his assault, it meant that Cleeia was weak, and stupid, and no one cared about him. That was a possibility, Cleeia supposed; no one in the Negaverse was required to give a flying ******** about one single, solitary Corrupt Senshi. More likely, his message just hadn't reached the right people yet, to make its way to Cleeia or Mirzam--because surely if Mirzam knew, she would have told him.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2021 1:33 am
Monoceros growled low under his breath, inhaling sharply. "I know him. I didn't catch his name, but he..." As quick as the anger had come, it faded, leaving Monoceros to slump, fully sitting on the ground instead of just kneeling. "He attacked me and Arsenolite," he murmured, "And... Arsenolite left me to die there. The Knight... stopped." He smiled bitterly. "Probably only because I broke down sobbing because that ******** left me. He was supposed to protect me. Claims he used to be my brother, but how much of that I believe, I don't know, anymore." ...He really should stop saying all this. He didn't know who Cleeia was. Where his loyalties lay. ******** s**t, Monoceros was far too trusting and loose-lipped. No wonder Arsenolite left him to die at the hands of the Knight, no wonder he was so easily confused and led on by everyone around him. But he was still struggling, lost in the darkness, unsure. He just wished someone could tell him exactly what to do and that he wouldn't feel any conflict about it, because Arsenolite sure liked to boss him around.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2021 3:08 am
"Arsenolite," Cleeia opined, thoughtfully, "is a giant jackass, and if he is or was your brother, I'm sorry, because he seems like a total p***k." He huffed, offended. "He and I were patrolling together, and we got attacked by a reindeer monster, and can you believe, he got mad at me because I used my magic on him to help him get ideas--Cleeia of Inspiration by the way, hi--and he saved us, and then, you know, the magic ended, and he was so huffy about it! Ugh."
At least Cleeia wasn't unique. Apparently, Arsenolite was a jackass to everyone, including his own brother. That wasn't exactly surprising, but it did make Cleeia feel a little bit better.
"I'm lucky," he said. "My sister brought me into the Negaverse, but she actually looks out for me. I bet she'd look out for you, too--her name is Mirzam." She'd be a good place to point Monoceros, Cleeia was certain. Especially if the poor boy was lost and confused,t he way he seemed to be.
Cleeia sighed, and pushed himself into a standing position.
"Uh," he said, "do you think...you could maybe take me to Negaspace? I'd like to stop off by the infirmary and get checked out." No need to go to the whole hospital, but getting examined by a doctor after a fight seemed like a smart idea.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2021 3:12 am
Monoceros stood up, shaking his head. "God, of course he got mad after you helped him save both your butts." He inhaled sharply. "I'm just not sure what to do about him. But I'll talk to Mirzam. You seem cool, so she probably is too." He smiled, holding out his hand. "I'll take you back, no sweat." He smiled. "Thanks."
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