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 Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2022 9:48 am
It was early morning.
A typical time for most people to be rising to begin their pre-work routines, and Indra was no exception. He didn't want to dedicate more than a quick shower and easy breakfast to a day that was already doomed to be mentally (and probably physically) exhausting, so it was hardly thirty minutes between the time he dropped out of bed and the moment he walked out the door.
Or it would've been on a typical day.
Indra was halfway through lacing up his boots, with the last few bites of a packaged breakfast bar caught between his teeth when a peculiar sound reverberated through the air around him. It wasn't familiar: a high, keening sort of note that he could practically feel echoing through his eardrums. The unfamiliarity was what set him on edge. Over the last few months, he'd become increasingly more paranoid of anything that was just the slightest bit off, like a shadow cast into instead of away from light, a puddle when there'd been no rain, the sound of rapid footsteps on grass, anything. Anything he could use to tell when a youma was near when he wasn't powered up.
And a strange call like this seemed high on his list of things that shouldn't be. He abandoned the rest of his laces, left the half-eaten breakfast bar on the couch, and moved to the sliding glass pane of his back door, where he peered warily from behind the curtains, looking for any other peculiarities through a dim but lightening sky.
Given that he didn't know exactly what he was looking for in terms of monsters, Indra slipped quietly out the back door, jogged the few meters' length of his backyard, and slipped out the back fence into the alleyway for trash pickup behind his house. Fences obscured the view of any nearby homes, and he felt confident in powering into Antisana here with anyone the wiser. Now, at least, he could feel the something that was nearby, even if he couldn't see it.
But he was sure it would find him, if given a chance. Antisana set off at a jog down the alleyway, hoping to at least lead it out of the residential areas where anyone else preparing to leave for the day may become a hindrance.
It wasn't until he was skirting the corner of the last fence, headed to a wooded treeline that he caught the first glimpse of an ominously large shadow: something mostly fusiform in shape, making large, arcing leaps into- and then rapidly back out of- sight, as if it was jumping out of water. Or out of existence. It was hard to tell. But a line of glowing marks gave it away when it moved, and Antisana didn't need to see much more than that to know that he hadn't dealt with anything so sizable before.
...And all he had was this jar of dirt. He truly despised whoever had come up with this. Whoever had thought it would be suitable for him to have virtually nothing to defend himself with was an idiot.
His jog became more of a sprint. Anything to get more distance and allow him more time to figure out what he was going to do here, if the thing was insistent on chasing him.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2022 1:51 am
Richtersveld went on an early morning patrol on some occasions. It, on most days, was a way to clear her mind, clear her soul, clear her thoughts before inevitably heading to what was likely to be a taxing shift. And she was okay with that; the city needed her in a multitude of ways, and her work was just one of the ways she could provide that. On rare occasions, she would come across a youma. She hated the things and hated that she had to dispatch them even more, but she would do nothing but. Those were the morning patrols she had wanted nothing to do with, the ones she wished would go easier and not leave her already exhausted by the time she entered her practice, but still ones she wouldn't regret for anything. It was getting done what needed to be done. It was protecting a city she was so determined to help she moved across the country for it. It was doing what Pluto had asked her to do by rewarding her with this continued power. On even rarer occasions? Well, on those, she found a lower-level aura barreling toward her. And following? A youma. Richtersveld hated when a youma was already chasing someone. They were easier to dispatch when she didn't have to worry someone might imminently die if she wasn't fast enough. But it wasn't something she could avoid; youma lived on the suffering of people and their starseeds, and it was her job to banish them as quickly as possible-- "Get behind me!" Richtersveld ran as fast as her legs would carry her, whipping her terrarium-on-a-rope around her head. "I got this!" Did she? She wasn't Tanais, but hopefully-- Indigo_Plateau i am so, so sorry. i got super sick, got sick again, and the muse ******** off. i hope this post works!
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2022 8:44 am
Seiana_ZI Is no worries. I'm not in any hurry. TwT Am glad you;re feeling better!
It was a strange combination of relief and guilt that arose whenever Antisana felt a friendly aura prickle to life along the edge of his senses. Relief, of course, because in his state of exhaustion from being perpetually attacked by monsters, with no weapon or magic to defend himself, it was welcome to have any support. A gift to feel other White Moon nearby. And then guilt for feeling so pleased despite the fact that he was bringing danger directly onto another person. The youma found him and chased him wherever he was, whether he was powered up or not. He should at least have the decency to keep it from affecting someone else.
But he didn't always.
The young woman, blessed with Pluto's gifts much like himself, stood sturdy as Antisana ran toward her. He expected, then, that she hadn't seen the garage-sized youma leaping in and out of existence behind him, if she thought to bludgeon it with a glass terrarium.
Maybe she could. He didn't want to doubt her strength, and maybe whatever magic the Squire could channel would help in beating something so sizable, especially since the youma likely had no other abilities besides the ones it had already displayed: sheer size and that peculiar breaching practice. But he was still... concerned for that tactic, and it felt unusually risky to stand against it in a brawl.
Antisana kept moving as he passed her, snagging up her arm in his grip and jerking her into following him at a quick pace. "No," he muttered stiffly. "Not here."
He notched his head in the direction of the forested area he'd been headed towards. The cluttered nature of trees, branches, and brambles would keep a large youma from moving freely. Even if it destroyed everything it came in contact with, the resistance would slow it down. They could find better ways to handle this than by bludgeoning it with their glass jar and terrarium. "Your magic. What is it?" Antisana demanded as he pulled her along behind him.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2022 7:29 pm
A Pluto page! Normally, she'd be happy to see kin; she hadn't really met many other knights of Pluto, and the one she had met, it had been a terribly long time since she had seen her. She thought that Pluto page had gotten the message to get behind her because he was certainly headed that way, but she found that her arm was wrapped up in his instead and he was urging her away from the action. Richtersveld quickly adjusted, pulling her terrarium back toward herself as she followed after the other. Not that she had been left with terribly much choice-- She chanced a glance behind herself. Was it ... breaching concrete? That was ... unfortunate. Meant it could dive out of reach of the terrarium, probably-- They were heading toward a forested area, it looked like. Perhaps it would have trouble handling grass in the same way it handled concrete? "Magic," she quietly hoped he wasn't expecting anything offensive, but she had discovered that it seemed to benefit against angered corrupt super senshi. "It's an aura of patience, basically. It encourages its targets to stop and think about its actions." She glanced toward the youma. "At the very least," she murmured, "might buy us time to think." Indigo_Plateau I'm still not back to where i was, but definitely an improvement orz;;
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2022 10:58 am
Antisana chanced another glance over his shoulder. At least the youma did not seem particularly fast. Keeping pace with the knights, yes, but not overtaking them. Just moving in measured blinks behind them. They could sort this out. There were two of them and one of it; he would always be grateful for another body at his side.
He still kind of wished he knew a little more about the girl beforehand, but too late for that now.
And even if he had been hoping for an offensive magic, he knew better than to expect it. Antisana couldn't recall ever meeting a knight who could inflict actual harm with their magic- The only senshi or knight he had met with such a gift was Eleonora, and she wasn't here right now. They would just have to work with what was available to them. The corner of his lip may have just barely quirked up as they sprinted through the grass toward the trees. "How fortunate that we both know what a valuable commodity Time is."
The little forested area wasn't enough to get lost in. A few tall evergreens scattered amidst some brush that shielded the residential area from the busier road on the other side.
He didn't know how long she could cast for, but it probably didn't matter. It needed to be long enough regardless of the answer to that.
"Can you wait until it hits the treeline there," Antisana said, indicating with a flippant wave. "And then start channeling. Buy me whatever time you can. I will..." His gaze flitted up to the lowest branches of the trees. "Break some of these off. I expect they will be jagged enough to make suitable weapons." And a dozen long, jagged stakes would probably be enough to dust even a youma of this size. Surely, surely, it wouldn't have the maneuverability to fend both of them off simultaneously.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2022 2:10 am
She found herself returning the little smirk easily. "I suppose we do understand the value of Time better than most." Perhaps there was something to knights of Pluto throughout time. This connection felt easy already, and though she was mentally trying to recalculate how to buy themselves time with her abilities and with everything else, she was flowing in and out of it easily. It seemed the other already had an idea of his own, a promising one as he explained what he thought they could do as they passed into the evergreens to await the arrival of the concrete-breaching whale... "I can do that!" Helped, admittedly, that he'd handle the difficulty of grabbing some of those branches. She was strong, stronger still as a squire, and tall enough to reach some of these branches without much difficulty. She just wasn't sure if she was tall enough and strong enough to snap branches and also fend off this youma-- Richtersveld ground her heel into the ground and pulled away from Antisana to let him head to the trees. "I'll hold the magic up here! Know I can't be too far away!" She pulled the terrarium away from her side, once more swinging it back and forth as she prepared to cast the moment she saw it cross--
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