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 Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2022 4:32 pm
Follows and the stars are black and cold.He spoke into the communicator as another version of himself held it out to him: "Took something apart for you." The words were wrapped in a meandering, smoky trail.
Faustite teleported near his boss's office, but still half a length of hallway away; he thought the walk would keep him occupied, buy time to unwind the many threads of adrenaline that yet choked him. His clavicle ground painfully, however, sending shocks through his chest and shoulder and up the side of his neck. He winced the first few steps, then grit his teeth for the rest.
On his left, nearest the likely broken clavicle, was a collection of fireflies that embodied a haler copy of himself. On his right, in his right hand, he held a boot with its toes pointed toward the ceiling. His fingers wrapped around a presumable ankle, with a presumable foot, and out the top of the boot protruded a leg, which was attached to a pelvis, and another leg, and the rest of the articulated collection of fat and meat that made up a soulless senshi.
He did not care when he ascended a pair of steps. The thing that dragged behind him would not complain. A couple thumps, not unlike clumsy feet, followed them.
Hessonite's door was five, then four, then three paces away. Then two.
Then one.
Then he was at her door, wondering to himself if this one would be any better than the last. Would it outperform Cybele? Or show more warmth than Lysithea? Would it show more bravery than Nembus, who slipped into background noise? Or was he bringing home another faulty, fickle thing, like the senshi that was staring down the Hall?noir songbird the boyo was simply too unwieldy to carry
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2022 12:08 pm
Hessonite always appreciated when people learned from their past mistakes. She liked Faustite, she truly did and the fact that he sent this message, as cryptic as it might be, meant that he did have a good supply of brains in his head, just as she had hoped.
When she felt the flare of a General’s aura…along with one of a White Moon aura, Hessonite felt herself smiling. Ah. So that was what such a phrase meant. Good for him.
Swiftly, she moved towards the door to her office and took in the sight of a battered Faustite dragging a rather lifeless body behind him. Well. He had guts, and if anything, Hessonite appreciated guts, though…
“General Faustite, I implore you not to take this the wrong way, but do you only choose those to bring into our ranks based on how attractive they are? This is the second young man you’ve decided to bring to me in a rather short time, and while I can’t fault you for such a rating system…” She trailed off as her eyes flickered over the General’s body.
Without another word she withdrew two Starseeds from nowhere and held them out to Faustite. “Do you not keep a supply with you, General? You are always far more important than any White Moon scum, no matter how attractive you might find them, and no matter how worthy you think they are to be brought into our ranks.” Hessonite reached out and jerked the ankle away from Faustite, moving the senshi to the middle of her floor with an ease that seemed rather silly, he being so tall and she being so…not.
But.
“Report on him please. Tell me everything that brought you here today.”
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2022 6:47 pm
"No," he answered as he looked at the pair of starseeds. He could eat them, he could feel a rush ten times greater than his time with boys, he knew, and he could feel so much more from it. Could feel nothing of his clavicle. Could take on the whole world —
Faustite set the pair of starseeds on Hessonite's shelf with a trembling hand. He watched them for a time after, as if they would crawl back into his hand while he wasn't looking.
"Will see medical." He knew them, they knew him. They would know what to do with the clavicle, would tell him if it was broken. Better if he could eat starseeds, given their mending in an instant, but he assumed his health was worth more than becoming a ravening monster with nothing but greed to show for its starseed consumption.
For the report, he bit back a few quips concerning Hessonite's evaluation. Good of her to assume he was a hussy — like that hadn't lit him up. He half-guessed she was joking, however, and for how quickly she moved on from that subject, he assumed she was. Which would've made Faustite the jackass for taking her so seriously. Still, he couldn't help himself; Faustite rolled his eyes heavily as he watched her haul off the body.
"First one was a favor. Second one's for magic, not his short ******** shorts or his… face." Like Hessonite would believe him, with his ruddy complexion.
"Dedicated thing, smart enough to move back when someone conjures fire. More important was his magic — set up some magical barricades, but his magic swapped our native levels of strength. Felt sluggish, feeling a senshi's setup. No physical boon to speak of, hardly any magic…" But he digressed, and he knew as much.
"Took him here because of his magic. Could be helpful, even integral in a fight. Thought we had better uses for it." Then he summoned from Negaspace a starseed, and with the same shaken hand, tossed it to Hessonite.
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2022 9:07 pm
The starseed was caught easily, and Hessonite gave a soft hum, watching Faustite for a long moment before slipping the other two starseeds back into wherever she had pulled them from. “Very good then. See that you don’t neglect yourself, that’s all I ask. We don’t want to lose you, after all.” She realized now that perhaps laying him on the floor wasn’t going to be the most dignified of corruptions but, alas. Faustite had brought him here so nicely. So quiet and not kicking and screaming. If only they would all come like that. Easily and without fuss. If they would all just wake up and see that this was the right path. The only path that could be taken without consequence. Hessonite knelt beside the prone body and looked up at Faustite, grinning and giving a laugh. “I know there has to be more to him than looks, you’re picky and it’s one of the things I like about you.” There were several things she liked about him though, but now wasn’t the time to speak of it all. Now was the time to push the starseed back into the senshi’s chest, followed closely by he hand and an overwhelming, yet calculated push of Chaos to follow. “What’s his name, Faustite?”
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2022 5:42 pm
Faustite remained silent at her comment. He still felt uneasy at the prospect of being something of value, but had improved — marginally — at avoiding life-threatening situations. He wasn't yet ready to acknowledge that, and instead blamed his silence on his pains.
He dreaded the trip to the infirmary following this conscription.
Faustite huffed. As the smoke left his mouth, he looked at the prone form of the senshi he'd taken back with him. What if he was just taking this one for his looks? What if he just told himself it was for his magic? Certainly it was useful, but what good would it be at Eternal? And how would he justify holding Valjean back in rank? 'Sorry, you're too attractive to promote, since we're not guaranteed that your booty shorts will live on'? What would Celadonite say for that?
"Don't know," he answered as he watched Hessonite work. "Didn't feel like asking after he broke my collarbone." A baleful glare at the boy for that.
Got what he deserved, didn't he.
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2022 6:26 pm
Valjean woke, violently. There was barely a moment to orient himself, lying on the ground, and then there was--pain.
He remembered the fiery General's hand in his chest, but that was not the one that was there now. No, this one was attached to a woman, and he struggled, trying to grab her arm, like he would even begin to have a chance to escape, but--
Her power was crushing. Overwhelming. And all Valjean's focus, in that instant, narrowed to the hand in his chest and the Chaos pumping through his body. He choked, pained, and realized--shocked, agonized--that this was it. He had been brought to a General-Sovereign, and he was being corrupted. Changed, rewritten. And there was nothing he could do about it.
"Please," he gasped, not that he thought his pleas would make any difference. Not when it was already happening, when he was already--
Changing.
"Please, no, please--"
But there was nothing his struggles would accomplish, not when Chaos was already pouring into his starseed, bleeding black into his bodice and making his hair grow and tumble down his back, past his waist, nearly to his knees. Making cracks open in his forehead and chest, the markers of a Negaverse Senshi. And wiping away all his memories like a fiery tsunami, consuming all before it and leaving behind blankness, except for a vague knowledge that he was Sailor Valjean, of the Revolution,--
Whatever that meant.
He was dazed, the pain and the memory wipe leaving him stunned and blinking and silent. Like he couldn't quite finish processing what was going on.
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