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 Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2022 8:45 am
One of these days she was going to implement a more permanent solution to her little White Moon 'problem'. She know all too well that she was not in the position to do quite as much damage as she would have liked now, but given time, the woman would find a means to crush them under her heel with as much ferocity as she had the mercifully dull alien. Granted that had gotten her in a spot of trouble, she hadn't followed orders, but given the woman had gotten in her way it had been a plausible way to remove her in a more permanent fashion.
She had acknowledged her failings then.
She wouldn't be so inclined to acknowledge them later in her own territory where her word was law. Or it would be law in time, she had already established herself as the formidable mythical 'beast' in the dark. The entity that skulked the shadows and stole away the very lives of those without even a whisper. There were some who survived, if only until the next visit...but then there were others who simply never woke up again.
It was only fitting of course. As a stain upon the city, a feature that brought shame to them, it was reasonable to assume that it should be cleaned up. Oh, she'd heard all the non-sensical and idealistic musings of those who had claimed some would try to escape... But given she'd seen many of these sorry excuse for humans wandering around for years in the same filthy spectacle, she had long grown tired of it all. Let the idealists become lost in their dreams, fail to resolve the issue; she would give the city a good sweep in the meantime.
Those who fell by her hands would be given new purpose, their energy used to power the entity that ensured that they all remained safe from unwanted visitors. Such a force required power, particularly when it donated a portion of it to its soldiers every day, and she would be remiss to return the favour.
Some would be reborn.
Others would not.
Their donations would not be in vain, regardless of either outcome.
Suffice to say that given her conviction to this particular calling, Lt. Cristobalite could be relied upon to patrol every evening like clockwork. Well, the official term was 'patrol', a more accurate turn of phrase was 'hunting'. The woman prowled and lurked, weaving in between each trash infested alleyway. Skulking within the shadows, every now and then the faintest 'swish' of a coat tail or 'clip' of a boot heel could be heard. Every now and then the softest of groans and a muffled thump as another unfortunate fall fell to the ground, haphazardly thrown to the side as she sought out the next of those who only wanted to seek refuge in the abandoned buildings away from the cold...
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2022 2:53 pm
Raksha had been doing her own patrol, as much as one could count semi-aimless wandering as a patrol, but she did, at least, have a nebulous goal in mind of "kick in the face of one of the Negaverse monsters so it doesn't hurt anyone". She kept mostly to the rooftops- mostly because she found leaping around while listening to cheery little tunes fun, but also because she could cover more distance moving as the crow flies, instead of getting caught up in the twists and turns and alleys of the city. Chasing down the fuzzy Chaos signal she had felt a few blocks away was fast and easy enough, though Raksha didn't do so in the name of violence; why would she? None of the conversations she had had thus far with those who fought for Chaos had gone badly. It could happen, sure, but there was no particular reason to assume talking to whoever this was would be different. Raksha had been warned that some of them would probably try to kill her on sight, but it seemed… rude? To assume that of everyone she met, though she did turn off her music first, to make it just a little harder to figure out exactly where she was. Just in case. Whatever greetings she was going to give died in her throat, though, coming out a sort of strangled, shocked noise of horror when she peered over the edge of the rooftop she was standing on and saw a middle-aged woman in a nice coat and a person falling to the ground. Oh. This was the sort of person that would fill a vault with hundreds of stolen souls. Raksha was moving before she really had the time or opportunity to process what she was doing, or really, before she had the opportunity to process what, exactly, the woman had done, just that she had done something and it wasn’t good, tapping herself on the arm and jumping off the roof with intent to use gravity to her advantage- specifically, to collide directly with the woman at Mach ******** and hopefully bowl her over or flatten her, or just make her hurt really badly because someone jumped directly off of a building onto her. Quote: Sailor Scout Attack: Mark of the Beast Raksha may touch a target and apply the status effect “Mark of the Beast” on them. For the next 30 seconds, they appear to grow talons and their teeth appear to grow longer and sharper. They may appear to have canine-like ears and tail that moves with them as they attack, but these offer no battle advantages and fade when the magic ends. For as long as the magic is active, they can slash at an enemy and it will feel as they are being struck by actual claws. On-hit, this also inflicts a sense of impending doom. If they get close enough to bite, it will feel as if a large dog is biting them. The illusion and the sensations fade when the magic ends, but players can choose to keep lasting damage. She can use this up to three times in battle; she cannot stack her magic to extend it for use on a single target but she can cast one use on multiple targets at once. Raksha didn’t bother to introduce herself, or start conversation, mostly because not a single thought other than pure, unfiltered rage and horror had crossed her brain in between seeing the person fall and jumping off the roof.
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2022 1:33 pm
Oh she felt it this time, the flicker of energy approaching her from nearby. It grew stronger, came closer at a fairly rapid speed. In the grand scheme of things the woman wasn't surprised by this as there was always someone intruding upon her business. Even on evenings when things should have been quiet, even in regions where only the vagabonds went, some meddling child in search of a wholesome ending always managed to find her. Quite frankly it was growing tiresome and she released a small sigh as she waited for what should otherwise be regarded as inevitable.
They always cast something.
Normally it was at her thus it took her a little by surprise when nothing came. Instead the energy grew stronger and that was when she made a rather timely decision. There were things she had learned from all those visitors and that was generally that they always threw something at her first and then attempting to lecture her later. Though she couldn't ascertain where this new guest was coming from, that didn't mean that she couldn't simply...move.
She took a few swift steps forward, zig-zagging to avoid the magic she expected to hit her, and by sheer luck happened to dodge the human-esque anvil that had launched itself in her general vicinity. Fortune alone had ensured she hadn't gotten hit in a manner that would probably have done far more damage than she could handle. What she hadn't anticipated, however, was the fact that she wasn't greeted with a human...but with something that was significantly more beast like.
An eyebrow was raised.
She afforded a quick shake of her head.
She had seen a lot of unusual things in Negaspace, deep within the Rift there were said to be much more terrifying things than she knew. What a surprise it was to discover that even in Order they had little monsters hiding in the dark. Did they know, or was this the dirty little secret of whatever had intruded upon her territory.
"How quaint," she growled, flicking her coin between her fingers as she took several more deliberate steps backwards to place herself in a position where she had a little more space to play. "They've started to send their dogs after me," she cooed and finally flipped her coin into her pocket in one fluid movement.
"Very well, let us dance," she continued at last and beckoned. "We shall see how well you do, little monster," she finished and hazarded a sly smile, unaware of the magic that lay in the 'claws' that had yet to strike her. Suffice it to say that if she felt those little sensations, she wasn't going to stay pleasant for long.
On the plus side, this one seemed to give a signal as strong as her own, so perhaps she would actually have a chance on this occasion...
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2022 9:51 pm
Raksha hit the ground hard, her only saving grace being the magic that had allowed her to get up on top of that building in the first place. She had missed, which was bad, because this woman would kill her, if she got the chance. Raksha was certain of it. She was also- likely physically stronger, even if she didn't need to be, to do to Raksha what had been done to the stranger- (Viatrix would be so sad, if she promised to be careful and safe and not trade away her life for nothing and then wound up in a ditch before the month was out.) Incandescent, bright rage that screamed for blood and justice and how dare you crystalized into sharpened teeth and a quick scan of the battlefield that was this dirty, dingy back-alley god knows where in the city for anything that could possibly be a weapon. (A few beer bottles. A rock. Other random alley trash. Serviceable, but nothing that would keep Raksha out of range of being grabbed.) What Raksha wanted to do was to go for the throat, to hurt, but that was an opening, a giant opportunity practically screaming “Hey, come rip my soul out of my body.” The better tactical move was to go for the arms, to limit the stranger’s ability to rip a soul out as best she could, and see what happened. It also made her a little bit more able to get away. “You just killed someone. In front of me. That wasn’t the first time you’ve done that.” And it wouldn’t be the last. Not unless Raksha did something about it. Little monster, this stranger called her. (Raksha choked, for a split second, on the weight of the atrocities she was still coming to understand- how many lives had this woman alone broken?) "You have starseeds." It wasn't a question. "I'm going to take them back." Hopefully, was the word Raksha didn’t add, even in the privacy of her own head, because this woman was a murderer and she had a duty-Raksha launched herself at Cristobalite again, all sharp teeth and claws and crystalline fury with the intent to hurt, to cause pain however possible; ideally, the arms, but she would rake her magically-given claws across whatever she could get, really. A hit was a hit.
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2022 1:11 pm
"Well spotted," Criss replied. Raksha had made a statement that was true, in fact she had made a number of them. She had culled plenty of unfortunate souls since she had found this power, she had collected several starseeds, all of that was correct. What wasn't correct was that this particular senshi that could only be described as 'youma-lite', was most certainly not going to recover them.
Or perhaps...
Now there was a thought.
Criss lacked the time to mull over and solidify her musings completely though. No sooner had the idea come to mind than Raksha had plunged towards her with considerable enthusiasm. Claws and teeth clear for all to see, with a speed that came only with the magic they were all imbued with, Raksha closed the distance more quickly than the agent would have preferred. Unsurprisingly this had consequences and the laws slashed against her coat. It only tempered the blow slightly, those little weapons sharp enough to pierce and score at the flesh in the manner that Raksha wanted.
Ah, and with those cuts came that blood curdling and despicable sensation of magic. The twisting of the stomach, the deep rooted uncertainty and sense of forboding. That moment when the White Moon managed to weedle into the depths of the mind and screw with it. It was not a pleasant feeling and Criss had very much had her fill of it. Counteracting such effects were harder than she cared to admit, but she could at least still move even if there were several emotions she didn't like present.
It was with a disgusted hiss that the woman flung herself backwards, backflipping away from the teenager to force some distance. It was perhaps an insight to far into her own abilities, a hint of something more that she preferred not to utilize, but in the given circumstances she had little choice.
Cute.
The sarcasm dripped from her, seeping through the insidious thoughts and sensations that had been imparted upon her by the little beast.
Without hesitation, the woman threw her leg out to kick the lid off a trash can and spun it into the air. If others had found her coin annoying then they'd find this even more exasperating. No sooner had the lid begun airborn than she had grasped it comfortably and flung it in much the same style as Captain America, directly towards the girl.
It was time to see if those teeth of hers could be knocked out.
Well, if it hit.
Alternatively, she had something else in mind if that failed...
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2022 8:11 pm
This lady didn't argue, didn't provide justification. That was convenient, then. This path was simple and it was well-tread; there were no complications, no questions. Nuance, had, in this case, proven itself to be an unnecessary virtue. Raksha spent no time dwelling on the little light of triumph, that she had managed to hit her opponent, force the woman to back off, that she had blood on her fingers and the murderer she was facing did not. Instead, the second her opponent broke off, Raksha went for the rock on the ground, grabbing it. It was luck and fast movement and quite possibly some lingering magic that let Raksha narrowly avoid getting smashed in the face by a heavy trash can lid. Instead, she got smashed in the shoulder, hard. Unsurprisingly to anyone who has ever been hit by a sheet of metal dropkicked at them at frightening speed by a combat-trained girlboss, this hurt. A lot- Raksha let out a sharp little yelp, the sound of someone who hadn't really ever been hurt before, and was unprepared for it. Ignore it. You have to-Okay. Her shoulder hurt like fire. It was definitely badly bruised. Maybe worse? It was hard to tell, and Raksha certainly wasn't going to waste time with figuring out. That was fine. She had an entirely different shoulder- in fact, it was her dominant one. Raksha could still fight. Raksha would still fight. Say something, while you focus your head- "I don't suppose you have a reason for doing this? One other than just liking to see innocent people dead at your feet." Not that it would make a difference to me, but if I can get you talking… Raksha didn't have much of this round of magic left- this was probably the last hit she was going to get out of it before she had to reapply it. Raksha lunged towards Cris again, attempting to smash her with the little handheld rock- it could, at least, deal a little more damage than just fists and magic-born claws. She aimed for the arms again- Practicalities were needed, not bloody vendettas, even if every avenging fury that had ever walked the earth was saying make her suffer.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2022 2:45 pm
Oho, had that one hurt? A cruel smile crept on to the lips of the woman as the lid struck at Raksha's shoulder. Given their natural strength in these 'forms' she was all too aware of how unpleasant such things could be. In the end the small pleasure she felt for that discomfort was enough to dispel the overarching doom that was festering in her stomach. Heck, even the burning underneath her clothes from those claws of her seemed to be so much lighter.
My, how useful endorphins could be, eh?
Ah but even in the heat of battle these darling White Moon always needed justification, motivation, a reason for actions. She could certainly give that to them, but if they hoped to have a heart to heart about their philosophical differences, they were in for disappointment. Her eyebrow raised at that question and then in one smooth motion she rolled her eyes. Every time they did this it tended to mean they were stalling for time.
Unsurprisingly given the greater mental clarity she had managed to recover in those moments, it afforded her an opportunity to comfortably side step the attempt to bludgeon her with the rock.
"Ah, and to think I had afforded you some courtesy," she murmured. "Congratulated you on observations you had already made," she added, sweeping away from the young woman with a surprising amount of grace from someone who was still smarting from her wounds. Evidently she could hold her composure even when under pressure (or she was simply a great actress), but it did mean that until the senshi could find another way to distract her...she might find it a little harder to find an opening.
"My darling girl to lack a motivation for such actions would make me positively psychopathic" she pointed out and shook her head.
With her back turned she continued to walk away, raising a hand to wag her finger in a condescending fashion.
"These people are far from innocent, they serve no other purpose than to waste the cities valuable resources. Resources that they s**t at their feet and elect to throw at one another," she turned to face Raksha once more and snorted. "It is my duty to see that they find greater purpose and are afforded the opportunity to be of use."
A brief pause, a quite rattle of a bottle nearby and the same cruel smile rippled on to her features once more. A half glance in its general direction before she looked pointedly towards Raksha.
"And there comes another now, would you like to admire the filth before I drown it in bleach?" she asked curiously.
She flicked her gaze back to where the sound had come from.
"I wonder which one of us is faster..." she cooed softly, and with that bent her knees, sprung up and began to bounce wall-to-wall towards the rooftops. She'd made her intention clear and if Raksha didn't want to have more blood on her hands, then she was going to have to get there first... BonfiresAndBlackberriesxx
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2022 6:13 pm
What? Did this lady even hear herself? For a second after the 'distract and then hit them with a rock' trick failed, Raksha was frozen to the spot with horror and rage and also what the ******** is wrong with you, lady. "You're- commiting murder because you hate poor people and don't think they deserve to live." Raksha hadn't really been expecting anything that could change her mind- it was a diversion to make it easier to hit the woman with a rock- and it was still somehow worse than she thought it was. The interruption of the beer bottle though, and the following look on the face of the monster in front of her spurred Raksha out of her frozen, enraged horror. I wonder which one of us is faster… the answer to that question might be the monster in a very nice coat, but Cris had forgotten something- sound traveled faster than feet. Raksha screamed, putting as much terror and emotion and volume into it as she could. "HEY! IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, RUN! THERE'S A LADY, SHE'S GOT A KNIFE AND SHE STABBED SOMEONE! I THINK SHE KNOWS PARKOUR!"Raksha's magic sputtered, died- was instantly reapplied, the second those illusory claws stopped appearing on her fingers, and she lunged after Cris. She could jump three stories, barely. She'd done it before. She could probably get up to the rooftops without wasting time on doing wall-jumps, which was good, because the lady had a distance lead already and it was getting more pronounced with every fraction of a second. Raksha backed up, one-two steps, then ran and jumped, barely making it onto the rooftop of the building she'd originally jumped down from and booked it towards Cris, as fast as she possibly could. She couldn't let this lady hurt another person, she couldn't. Not when someone else had already died in front of her tonight.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2022 4:26 pm
When on the rooftops there were several things that one had to their advantage; for example, they could weave between various billboards, aerials and other such obstacles to mask their path. Her aura may have been something that could be detected but visually, it might have proven a little more difficult. The wall jumps had been deliberate of course, while one could have leapt squarely on to the rooftops, weaving upwards meant that she could simply turn in an unannounced direction at any time.
Where Raksha had speed, Criss favourited tactics that relied more on subterfuge. Ironic, perhaps, given her overt and confident collection of vulnerable souls...but if she were to continue with her duty then she did have to stay alive.
"Perhaps I gave you more credit than you were due," her voice rippled out from the roof tops as she continued to move comfortably towards her new prey. "If I loathed all of those who were poverty stricken then I would be visiting those who worked and struggled to make ends meet," she pointed out. A brief pause, a chuckle and a clack of a bottle as she knocked it off the ledge she had rested her foot on.
"However that is not the case," she stated.
She had her eye on Raksha, the girl was moving fast and if she wasn't careful then she would catch up and very quickly ruin her day. Nevertheless, when an education was required it would be given and she would at least provide 'reassurance' that the single mother and her screaming goblin of a child would not meet their maker by her hand. She might not like them, but they at least attempted to be of use to society.
"Have you ever thought that perhaps if the wretches below would stop taking the resources of the city, then those could go to those unfortunate souls who are trying to do their part?" she snorted in disgust.
"This city can be better with resources that are more effectively utilized. You are living in a fantasy if you truly believe you can have a happy ending for both," she finished. THe senshi was closer now, almost within touching distance and if she didn't move now then she was definitely going to get sliced by those youma-esque claws.
It was with a sly smile on her lips that the woman threw her arms wide and fell backwards from her perch, plunging towards the ground and towards the two men below her. Whether they had heard Raksha or not remained unclear, but their hunched and unsteady statures seemed to indicate that they were very much Cristobalite's preferred targets. They were certainly not in control of all their faculties this evening and that definitely made them easy targets.
As she fell though, she provided an opening.
Raksha just had to determine which one she would prefer to take.
She could continue to plunge towards the agent and stand a very high (if not guaranteed) chance of landing a blow; or she could ensure she landed before her and forced the unfortunate souls beneath them to flee. One thing was for certain though, if Raksha didn't select the right choice then someone was likely to lose their life, and Cris was fiendishly curious to see which choice this little monster would make...
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2022 5:33 pm
Raksha burned up with fury in the chase. There was fire in her blood, brightly-burning and dangerous, at the audacity, at the cruelty, at the everything going on here. "You're wrong!" The words were acid, lightning, an overflowing of volcanic fury. "There are enough houses to house everyone. Already built! We just aren't using them. You can look it up. Food, too. You can look that up! Addiction is a disease fed by human misery. A society is defined by how it treats its weakest members and what you would have be done is murder!" Righteousness was teeth and claws and fury, a star-sent firebolt. "What right do you have, to look at someone and judge their life worthless? To say the city would be better off with them dead, based on a single snapshot of them suffering! You don't know these people, you don't know what put them on the street, you don't know anything!" "The only category anyone has any right to judge any life by is how many lives would be saved if it was ended." Cristobalite- fell, towards the two men on the ground and for a second, time froze with Raksha's heart in her throat, with frantic split-second calculations of how to save the most lives. If Raksha dropped down in front of the two men- they might manage to flee, or this lady might catch them anyway, but this lady could just lose her and go kill people tomorrow. She wasn't badly injured enough for it even to be a hindrance to that. If Raksha hit hard enough, maybe the men could escape and this lady wouldn't be killing people tomorrow. If Raksha could hit hard enough, maybe, maybe, this lady wouldn't kill anyone ever again. Raksha would hit hard enough. She had to. There was no other choice. It was the course of action that could save the most lives. The anvil thing she had tried- using the full weight of her body as a weapon, that almost worked, and the lady was wide open. It was Raksha's best shot to hurt as much as she possibly could in a single blow. If it was ever going to work, it would work now. If there are any gods out there listening-Raksha plunged directly after Cristobalite, propelled by desperate fury and the desperate, awful knowledge that if she failed, people would die. Please let this be enough.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2022 3:27 pm
Ah, to be young and naïve again. To have such peculiar views without understanding the nuances of why certain individuals were homeless and they most certainly picked that life. Cristobalite had had a sliver of that idealism as a young girl, but reality at set in early for her and the truth had been very clear. Some day this little monster would come to realise that too, to understand that what she believed wasn't always the truth - just like the tooth fairy, this might dream where there was something for everyone (for no effort on the part of a parasite), was a reality.
It was as Raksha's aim was true, as the young woman collided with her on her descent and both slammed into the ground that Cris's smile twisted into one of utter cruelty.
"I know more than you ever will about who they are," she hissed, keenly aware of the nasty cracks across several rips. She was in pain, a significant amount of it, but just as she had expected both the surprise and the overall inebriation of the two men nearby had caused them to simply stand in a stupor. They were wide open, and though every part of her body screamed out in protest, more than a little unhappy with Raksha's very successful assault, she knew what she had to do.
She steadied herself, steadied her breath; and then she thrust her arms forward with as much force as she could muster to throw the girl off. Raksha might have looked feral, but with adrenaline and chaos rippling through her veins, Cris embodied it in a different way.
Her eyes seemed to glisten as she lunged towards the two men and with practice strokes of someone who had definitely taken far more starseeds than the average agent, her hands swept into their chests and tour the much valued soul from them. It was here that they would die without dignity as she let both fall to the ground with nasty thumps, a starseed in each hand - the girl would learn that this world was cruel and that her ideals meant nothing.
The girl would learn that when it came to what was 'right' and what was 'just', the victor was very much the one who defined what those were.
The starseed in her left?
Crushed.
The starseed in her right?
It was with her gaze fixed on the senshi that she lifted it up to inspect it for the briefest instant and then unceremoniously slipped it into her mouth. Raksha had done more than enough damage to take her out unless she did something 'now', but even then the surge of extra energy she would receive from this wouldn't heal the cracked ribs and bruising she had gotten from this. No, the most it would do was give her a means to get out.
"After all," she chuckled, pained but sustained by the seed. She was at least near the exit of the alley and she could clearly see the light of the street nearby. With light there were normally people, and given she was the battered one and Raksha was in much better shape...
Well.
Which one of them was a terrorist in these parts, which one would really be painted as a murderer in the eyes of the public. Two men dead and one woman severely beaten, all by one of 'the terrorists'.
She began to step backwards towards the street, her eyes still fixed on Raksha just in case she needed to prepare herself for any further attacks from the little monster.
"I work with them every single day," she pointed out, that same sly and calculating smile on her lips. "I know where they live, I know where they fester, and I know that they choose it," she finished and shook her head.
"But I'll leave you to your dreams little one," she paused as she glanced over her shoulder, deliberating raising her hands, palms exposed as those she was being held at gunpoint. "It would be unkind of me to leave you with nothing."
Another pause.
"After all, only one of us can step out of the shadows without suspicion, and the other is a terrorist," she tilted her head to the side. "Do take care little monster," she finished, keenly aware that the street lights were now firmly upon her. There were people nearby, not close enough to hear them, but certainly enough to witness her raised hands... Whether or not they did anything about it though would remain to be scene.
If sirens sounded, then it would appear that for once, bystander effect hadn't taken hold and someone had done their civic duty.BonfiresAndBlackberries (Fixed a couple of typos, sorry for double quote!
Also sorry that everything moved so fast, I wanted to convey she's moving vereh fast too. u_u
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2022 2:01 pm
There was a split second after Raksha collided with Cris that she hoped that maybe she had done it, that maybe this was enough, that when she had done all she could, lives would be saved, that the blood under her fingernails would have done something. (The acceptable amount of lives to trade for is any amount greater than two.)It wasn't. Cris was strong, stronger than Raksha could match, and she was thrown off, colliding painfully with the wall of a nearby building, dazing Raksha for a second- that was going to be a second nasty bruise. Cris moved fast, terrifyingly fast, closing the distance in instants and ripping out the tiny, glittering gems that were everything a person had ever been or could possibly be. (They should have run. Why hadn't they run?) Time felt like it slowed to a crawl, world frozen in desperate horror as Cris crushed one, then looked Raksha dead in the eyes and ate the other. Hatred. Pure, absolute, uncompromising. That was the feeling that all others ignited into, as Cris stepped back towards the streetlights, towards the people of the city with that awful hunter's grin. Hatred that this monster would hide under the safety of the yellowed streetlights, would exploit the kindness and honor of people to get away with her crimes. Hatred that Cris was right, that if Raksha moved to avenge the people whose bodies were now lying on the ground- she wouldn't be able to. Raksha hauled herself to her feet, and glared. She couldn't fight Cris, but that didn't mean she was running away, either. She couldn't- neither running away and leaving Cris to her own devices nor charging forward and being the face that revealed magic to the world was an option. Raksha was trapped, frozen, despite all the fire burning in her veins. Certainly, she was not going to give chase. " Murderer." The word dripped with venom, was filled with all the sublimated rage that had nowhere else to go, no other route by which it could express itself.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2022 4:35 pm
The girl knew her place, that much was clear. In the grand scheme of things Cris was lucky that Raksha did know, otherwise, escape may not have been an option. Cris might have been rather bloodthirsty and unrelenting in her pursuit of goals, but she wasn't stupid. With her escape route open, she did nothing more than raise a brow at the vitriol the young woman spoke and shook her head.
"You'll find you are no different than me," she warned with a low chuckle. "You will justify it, and there will be another who stares in horror at you, adamant you are deranged," she pointed out. She had said her piece though and given how severely her chest was beginning to smart, it was in her best interests to leave now.
She spat some of the blood pooling in her mouth on the ground, and with that, limped away from the senshi and towards the unsuspecting and oblivious citizens of Destiny City. These ones were safe though, as effective members of society they were permitted to live untouched by the hands of justice. Nevertheless, the temptation to steal more than just their energy was there as the agent sought medical care... On this occasion, Cris just happened to have a little self control.
It was safe to assume that if she met that senshi again though she would very much endeavour to return her injuries three fold.BonfiresAndBlackberries Fin (close from Cris)! So sorry about the delay ><
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