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 Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 1:31 pm
Maybe the problem laid in sticking too close to Destiny City’s queer district. In Reiki’s own mind, that place was his territory—not in the sense that he owned it (strictly speaking, he didn’t even technically live there), but in the sense that he felt freest to be himself in that blessed enclave of queer people, queer places, and queerness. Perhaps, by wandering elsewhere in town more often, he could do something to help his own struggle to establish Murikabushi as a character and a state of mind that he could occupy.
Except……so far, tonight, that was working out about as well as a steel-toed kick in the teeth. Hopping around roofs felt pretty much the same, regardless of where Reiki did it. Deliberately trying to avoid anywhere he spent too much time during his normal hours—the queer district, the DCU campus and immediately surrounding environs, the various craft, fabric, and thrift stores where a b***h could find a bargain on something to make an outfit sparkle—only reminded Reiki so much of himself, and his own state of mind. Trying to breathe deeply, focus on the true Dark Mirror Sailor Murikabushi fantasy, and embody it as best he could……wound up a whole lot of nowhere, when Reiki had to keep derailing his own process because he’d strayed too close to a Reiki Place.
How he wound up in this specific park, Reiki couldn’t have told anyone. Sooner or later, he’d need to figure out where in town he was and how best to get his a** home. But for the moment, he’d wandered far enough to get as close to lost as he could get in the city he’d grown up in.… Not that he minded, not entirely. Summer weather was never ideal, but at least the sun had gone down, and it was a nice little park. Welcoming. Almost homey. Picturesque in a very Norman Rockwell sort of way, which Reiki supposed was nice for the people who were into that (he simply could not truck with that painfully heterosexual nonsense, but he could respect that it was an overall pleasant look, meant to appeal to more people than Reiki himself).
Only one thing stood out as Not Good, and it almost made him turn tail and flee into the night. Namely: the feeling on his aura-sense like someone had recently been lurking about this same park. Someone powerful, with an aura like a supernova made of bleach. As Reiki wandered, the feeling got stronger, and as he approached a solitary bench, he knew exactly which Order-slave had been around.
There, right there, a trail of white flowers. Six petals and six stamens to each blossom, arranged in a pattern like a star. “Ugh. Jesus,” Reiki muttered, picking one up and spinning it in his fingers. “Asphodel blossoms, I presume.”
Presumption wasn’t necessary; it was hard to forget the flowers that bloomed around that ******** Kerberos. On the other hand, the trail of them led away from the bench, like something had drawn Blue Steel off—probably very important business, if it could summon a being of such phenomenal cosmic power. On top of that, the blossom in Reiki’s hand soon dissipated into dust.
“Well, at least he’s gone.” Reiki huffed into the darkness, at no one in particular since no one was around to bother by externalizing his inner monologue, just a little bit. As a treat. “Must be my lucky night, for once.”
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 1:56 pm
In the summer months, Faustite rose before the sun set. Prior to collecting a team, the shortened nights bothered him for confining his duties to a stunted period of time. Now, however, there was always more work to do — while Destiny City basked in the sun, he shifted his attention to regulatory duties. In these early hours to his days, he met with subordinates, wrote up reports, and organized his next forays into Negaverse interests.
Sometimes, when he woke up with a rare level of tolerance, he trained Headache. That evening was such a time, and the Youma General was instructing his buzzing companion on how to create a messaging profile on its tablet. It began well, and Faustite even photographed the ugly group of bugs. They established a few rudimentary sentences about it being Faustite's youma and primary means of digital communication. However, Headache was soon taken by a fey mood, which quickly soured all patience Faustite harbored for the incorrigible swarm of fireflies.
It was time, then, to put Headache to a proper test. He had more business with the Harem-Thing kept by the White Moon, and Headache was to duplicate the appearance for fleshing out a Database entry. In a fit of irritation, he cautioned the creature to remember its obedience before vanishing the both of them to Destiny City.
He had only encountered the Flowery One in East End Park, approaching a bench upon which Faustite had paused. It was here that he began his search. As he appeared in a fit of cinder and smoke, he felt nothing of a Transcendent Eternal on the cooling night air, but he found a marked departure from the brand of Chaos touted by his senshi counterparts. For this, his lip twitched.
Heat raveled out for him as he searched for the Mirror's child, and found it in short order — by sight, his first thought was girl, but by voice, he thought boy. Someone like Alkmene, then…? And muttering to himself. Themself?
"It isn't," Faustite replied unbidden, as he approached the Mirror Senshi from behind. Around him whorled a gather of fireflies, whose lights sparked off in brilliant oranges and reds. "Out," he commanded, and he jerked a black thumb toward the clearing beyond.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 3:26 pm
Ideally, Reiki’s next run-in with someone from the Negaverse would’ve involved him having a semblance of dignity. With Toráin, that felt optional; friends didn’t need to worry about that with each other. With Valjean, Reiki had sort of managed to project himself like he wanted, at least until Valjean had brought up the forcible corruption of it all. And with Arsenolite on Friday night……well. Reiki didn’t want to think about that. Or about Arsenolite. Point was, he needed to develop some semblance of dignity.
Unfortunately for him, tonight was not the night for that, and the sudden advent of Someone Else made Reiki jump. Whipping around, searching half-frantically for whoever had invited themself to join him, he had to look stupid. He felt ******** stupid doing it. But someone—someone with a distinctly Negaverse aura, all sharp-edged and razor-blade keen—had snuck up on him.
Spotting the intruder at least settled several matters, though Reiki could hardly claim a sense of calm when tonight’s random interloper happened to be on fire. Or at least, that certainly seemed to be the case for his midsection. His eyes, as well, seemed distinctly……non-human. Distinctly at odds with the largely humanoid body. Jesus, what did those sick ******** in the Negaverse do to their soldiers to make them come out like this?
Whatever, though; Reiki filed that question away to ponder later. Wrinkling his nose like a particularly displeased rabbit, he huffed. “‘Out’? As in ‘of the closet’? Honey, please, that implies I was ever in one to begin with.”
Was snarking at someone with a powerful aura who was literally, actively on fire a smart idea? Absolutely not—but neither was letting these Negaverse boys think that Reiki would be pushed around just because they happened to be pretty (or, in Arsenolite’s case, well-structured and technically acceptable but too……eugh, THAT to truly be good-looking).
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 3:46 pm
"Leave, or suffer crossfire when I find that Harem Whore."
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 4:42 pm
…Huh. Apparently, the horde of fireflies over here was following Negaverse a*****e Of The Day like a puppy. Because that was A Thing that was Happening in Reiki’s life, now. Of course it was.
Just like how it was very much Happening that snarking at this particular pain-in-the-a** wasn’t getting him anywhere. Not that he’d said anything that should’ve injured this guy’s ego (Reiki hadn’t, nor had he really tried to), but he wasn’t really taking the bait to snap back, either. Crossing his arms, Reiki frowned and arched an eyebrow, silently asking whether or not he was supposed to be impressed. Sure, the heat around this guy was getting more oppressive as he got closer, but if Reiki just focused on the face, it was almost like he wasn’t poking the bear……in a situation where the bear was also a very pretty boy, who happened to be actively on fire.
Only almost. Considering the heat, that was all Reiki could hope for.
One thing, however, got his brow to quirk up in genuine curiosity: “Harem Whore? You wouldn’t happen to be talking about Kerberos, would you? Smug, self-righteous Order-slave dressed like a pretty little slut? About yay high?” He approximated Kerberos’s height and held out a hand to mark it. “Big mess of blue hair, glowing tattoos, attitude like he’s the best and most special of all the bleach-stain idiots, and definitely better than you because ******** you, that’s why? Asphodel blossoms blooming around his feet because he’s a goddamn Disney princess pretending to be a senshi or something?”
Vaguely, Reiki hoped he’d managed to pull back on the eagerness and any hopeful eye-sparkling (he really hadn’t). But—maybe the Negaverse was open to bonding over hating the same people? ……Maybe?
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 4:59 pm
Oh, this one wasn't moving. Wasn't going to move.
No, this one was going to stand there and gawk. Spread his shitty auric energy over the place like a cloud of locusts and expect Faustite to put up with him. Like there was anything worth putting up with in the Dark Mirror Court.
Faustite's hair began to float on the updraft. His eyes brightened, his core whorled ever faster. As his scowl deepened, the fire in his center grew, licked out beyond the bars, gained speed, gained revolutions. And as it was about to burst outward into a violent, incinerating firestorm —
The boy opened his mouth. And while this one had Albite's diarrhea-of-the-mouth curse, he had a tidbit or two of value. Enough to pause his imminent cremation, anyway.
So Faustite slowed to a stop before the impossibly tall Dark Mirror Senshi, and accompanying him was that slew of fireflies. As they gathered next to the youth, they circumscribed and spun about until they formed an impeccable imitation of Kerberos himself, down to the cerulean hair drifting in the light breeze. As the nameless senshi went on, Faustite glanced over to the Kerberos imitation, as if to double-check the Basic's vitriolic description.
Satisfied, the flame in him quelled to its usual fervor, and Faustite rested a hand on his metal-welded hip. Looking up at the boy, his countenance was neither pleased nor nonplussed. "You forgot his brass balls nonchalance.
"Tell me what you know." Pacing to the bench, Faustite seated himself. On the other side of Murikabushi, out of Faustite's direct sight line, the Kerberos imposter waved spirit fingers about its own face.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 6:32 pm
……Well, even if this wasn’t exactly making friends based on hating the same people, at least it had gotten Captain Phoenix Force over here to calm down a little. Hadn’t taught him any damn manners, but Reiki could only hope for so much, he guessed. And, for better, worse, neither, in-between, and ******** chocolate cupcakes, dealing with one more rude a*****e was just any other day that ended in ‘Y.’
The trick with getting his magical fireflies to rearrange themselves into a perfect copy of Kerberos, though—that was pretty cute. Folding his arms across his chest, Reiki gave the pseudo-Kerberos a nod, by way of both confirming that he and Phoenix Force had the same Kerberos in mind, and acknowledging the craftsmanship behind the mimicry. Whatever the fireflies were, they deserved to get their flowers for the work they’d put in to learning how to do this.
As for the question from the fireflies’ commander, though, Reiki shrugged. “I didn’t particularly notice any chutzpah underlying his insouciance, but that might be a difference in the contexts where we met him.” Flipping his fringe off his face, Reiki explained, “Middle of last week, I’m tailing someone I know—know from my life outside all of the magical what-not. Making sure this guy gets home safe, right? Then, in swans Eternal Sailor Kerberos with fluffy wings on his a**, his Spirit Halloween harem girl costume, and hot-pants that any cage-dancing go-go boy with an ounce of self-respect would call ‘a bit much.’
“And he comes on with this big, sanctimonious savior routine, pulling out all kinds of ‘Be not afraid’ bullshit like he thinks he’s <******** Jesus. After he swooped in out of nowhere on someone who obviously isn’t on his level—” Making direct eye-contact with Phoenix Force, Reiki traced his hands up and down in front of himself. No point in beating around the bush about it; someone with an aura and literal chest-fire like Phoenix Force’s could, no doubt, tell that Reiki wasn’t exactly packing heat. “—and started throwing around accusations that completely undercut how badly he wants me to believe in his simpering, starry-eyed ‘Oh, you poor, sad thing, you don’t know what’s best for you, only I, Sparkly Eternal Kerberos-chan of Asphodel, know what’s best for you’ act.”
Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Reiki added, “Yeah, because people saying s**t like that always give an actual ******** about anybody but themselves. Seriously, Blue Steel, you just met me and started throwing accusations, and now, you want to make me into a little pity-project so you can feel good about yourself? Why would anybody trust that?”
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 6:57 pm
As the bombastic one went on, Faustite did as he always did when Albite was on one of his word salad kicks — busied himself with little care for looking like he was paying attention. He listened, but he was beckoning his youma over to him, and the cloud of fireflies collected before him as a glowing two-way split sign, as if Faustite was approaching traffic.
In answer to this, Faustite gathered something from nothing in a fan of fingers, and in his palm sat a limned, violet orb. He tossed it into the swarm of fireflies, which spun restlessly about it until no trace of the orb remained.
With another hand signal, the fireflies lit on Faustite's shoulders and the back of the bench. They flashed in patterns incomprehensible — likely something known only to other youma.
Headache's behaved moments always put the burning one in a better mood, however, and it was with a quiet smile tucked carefully away and feet kicking to and fro that he listened to the remainder of the nameless Senshi's story. For all that wait, he still gleaned some notes of value — both about the senshi telling and the senshi of note. Perhaps it wasn't the complete waste of time that he thought it would be, listening to this one fall in love with his own voice.
It was better than Faustite's voice, at least. Better than his raspy, boyish tenor.
"They're all like that," he said at last. "Seeing our power as something irredeemable. Damning our choices. But it's your Court's garbage leadership — not Mirrorspace — that damns your lot." His attention flickered away, found tufts of grass in the middle distance that swayed with the wind.
Faustite snorted, and thin rivulets of smoke petered off gradually. "He's an insidious thing. Don't like that he's cute — that his magic weaponizes his body like that."
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 9:47 pm
What to make of Phoenix Force’s playing around with the orb, Reiki didn’t entirely know. Obviously, a move at showcasing how disinterested he was in an answer to the question that he had asked in the first place. Probably, also doubled as a way of showing off that he had more power in his pinky that Reiki could even imagine—yeah, thanks, as if Reiki needed to be reminded of that. It was bad enough that his powers were severely outclassed by things like Bélénos’s healing magic and the calming magic that Sappho and probably Daphne had at their disposals, simply by virtue of all those ladies’ powers actually working on a ******** reliable basis.
Everything grew exponentially worse, however, in light of the fact that Reiki’s powers didn’t even do anything. Sure, they could waste a low-level youma well enough for Reiki to not die, provided the attack even decided to work. All that had happened to Sparkly Eternal Kerberos-chan, though, was……him making some throwaway joke and finally leaving Reiki alone, like Reiki had <******** asked.
Still—that was whatever. Because it had to be whatever. Because there wasn’t any fixing it, so far as Reiki could see, which meant he simply had to stand it. Reiki could pout about being better as a civilian with a broken bottle of Everclear than as an actual magical boy later, like when he got back home to The Best Girl.
For now, though, Phoenix Force needed to be on the receiving end of a Pointed Look that silently wondered if he’d even listened at all while playing with his glowing orb. And maybe a little bit of wondering if he really thought he was doing something by trying to rile Reiki up about politics of which he remained largely ignorant.
“That might be true of other Order-slaves,” he pointed out, “but I don’t think that’s Blue Steel’s personal hot take on Chaos factions, actually. I mean it when I said he wants to come off like he’s some sparkly, magical thot Jesus. Less ‘Chaos bad, therefore irredeemable, grrr, argh, I choose violence’ and a lot more ‘Chaos bad, people who joined it must be sad, and scared, and lost, and broken, but I, Sparkly Eternal Kerberos-chan of Asphodel, can make them happy, and safe, and found, and whole again. Come unto my sluttaciously exposed bosoms and let me save you from yourself, because I may hate your sins, but I love you’—because that’s not an even bigger red flag than choosing violence.”
Too bad Reiki couldn’t guarantee that Phoenix Force would’ve understood a goddamn thing if he’d done that monologue in Nihongo. English was ever a blunt-force language with the subtlety and nuance of a freight train running over a pretty pink damsel in distress, tied to the tracks by a pale, hunchbacked, mustache-twirling man in black. Really, this expression of how Kerberos seemed to think would have benefited so much from a well-placed wagahai or kono, Eien no Bishoujo Kerberos-chan.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 10:12 pm
This one resumed talking, and Faustite picked under his fingernails. Much of what he said could be discarded — he hadn't learned an economy of words, much the same way that Albite spent them frivolously. Reaching the part where the senshi said Kerberos ascribed brokenness to the Dark Mirror and the Negaverse, Faustite lofted a brow, but his expression remained otherwise unchanged.
Sluttaciously, though — that earned a giggle that he couldn't suppress. It reminded him of Celadonite busting out himbo in the middle of the Hall of Shadows, the most descriptive and uncharacteristic word to have ever been spoken in front of the youma that lurked behind the glass.
Sluttaciously. Really, that was a new one. one he'd have to relay to his boys at some point.
Oh, but this one was Dark Mirror. He couldn't give this one the satisfaction, so he bit his tongue, and tried his level damndest to stop thinking about it. However, his youma buzzed before him and spelled the word in sparkling blocked font in front of him, stirring another snort and chuckle out of the burning boy.
"Stop," he urged, and swatted the fireflies away.
"What did you do about it, then," he asked the towering tree dressed in a skirt. "Did you break him back? Don't tell me you stood around and listened to his empty-headed sermon." Looking at this one, he might've lacked the wherewithal to say anything back to an Eternal. Transcendent, at that.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2022 8:42 pm
Whatever was up with the cloud of fireflies following Captain Phoenix-Force around, Reiki decided that he rather liked them. For one thing, they could spell decently, which was not something he could say of many of the undergrads whose papers he had to mark up when classes were in session. For another thing, they seemed to be taking the piss out of Phoenix-Force, which brought a small smile to Reiki’s face. And for a third thing, they were kind of cute.
Phoenix-Force’s question, on the other hand, was significantly less cute, and required significantly more thought than just……appreciating his magical cloud of fireflies that could spell better than the average Destiny City eighteen-year-old. Not least since, on reflection, much of what Reiki had attributed to Kerberos……had been largely in his own head, or at least projected onto their encounter.…… Everything had been going so well with Kerberos, once they’d gotten past the initial terror being in his presence—but one little thing had cast an entirely different light on the conversation and made Reiki start projecting all kinds of bad-faith interpretations of everything Kerberos had said.
Incidentally, that aspect of their conversation was the part that came closest to answering Phoenix-Force’s question: the part where Reiki’s magic had made Kerberos turn tail and run.
Although it might not have been his magic. For all he knew, his magic hadn’t even done anything, and Kerberos running away had actually been his attempt at trying to keep Reiki from figuring that out.…… Despite the summer heat, that thought sent a chill down through Reiki’s chest, and made him glance away from Phoenix-Force, as though this Negaverse son-of-a-b***h was judging him for this, rather than for everything else about Reiki. Basic-level senshi, running his mouth at someone who probably should’ve just wasted him by now, talking s**t like an ingrate about someone who’d at least tried to be nice to him (and tried so hard that the abrupt turnabout had hurt more than Reiki wanted to admit).
“Yeah,” Reiki said, though, hopefully forestalling any potential execution. “I unflatteringly compared him to Louis XV of France for acting like someone with his kind of power still remembers what it’s like to not have it, and whatever my magic does, it made him run.”Strickenized ack, I’m so sorry this took so long! After the first Muri/Kerb thread derailed, I struggled about how to make it so his attitude here actually made sense. ;; heart
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2022 1:34 pm
Ah, wasn't that a little unfair. Faustite knew very little about Louis XV, but he was aware that monarchies were inherited power. It was likely enough that the king had never once tasted a commoner's life. A senshi, however, had to first awaken, then grow their own power to the Eternal levels that roiled in Kerberos's aura.
Did Faustite expect that Kerberos forgot what helplessness tasted like? No — in their brief altercation, Kerberos enunciated all the ways the Negaverse stripped him of power and belittled him. Underlined that he left because of the likes of Schörl, and others like her. To Faustite, what was more likely was that Kerberos forgot what his own power felt like, forgot his own influence, and forgot what deadly ends he could reach with it.
Even if this one ascertained a different read from the lightbulb Eternal, the information was useful for what it implied. These two shared some friction, and Murikabushi's magic proved surprisingly potent when used on Kerberos. While he was seldom one to entertain alliances with the Dark Mirror, this one flaunted a little more potential than the rest of his pantywaste Court.
So Faustite stood, clawed hands folded into one another, and approached the talkative boy. "Tell me your sphere. And show me your magic." If nothing else, it would make it into the Database.amorremanet no worries, these things happen heart
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2022 5:01 pm
Sudden shifts in the weather never meant good things, in Reiki’s experience. Like as not, you’d find yourself in the arms of a hurricane, either desperately trying to claw your way to the eye or praying that this time would be your time, and this time, finally, you’d get blown away to Oz. And for Captain Phoenix-Force to suddenly come closer, hands folded up so politely—Oh, Reiki could not help himself from thinking, <******** whatever boy gets to feel those claws going down his back, for being such a lucky little b***h……—and asking to see Reiki’s magic……
It made his skin crawl. Really, it did.
(Strictly speaking, the fact that he was talking to someone who was obviously some kind of demon, significantly more powerful than Reiki himself, and literally actively on fire should probably have made Reiki’s skin crawl several minutes ago. But to his credit, Captain Phoenix-Force was truly blessed in the face department, and Reiki was nothing if not the most useless of homosexuals.)
Still, he stood his ground. Nothing good would come from showing weakness to these people from the Negaverse.… Valjean, with his crazy insistence that it didn’t matter for them to drag him in by force and erase who he’d been as a person in the process. Arsenolite, with his smug, stupid, ******** face, who’d yanked his own brother into the Negaverse so forcefully that it had damaged Toráin’s memory, just like Valjean’s. Now, Captain Phoenix-Force……and before he’d run off, Kerberos hadn’t exactly disagreed with Reiki’s wisecrack about Donner Party stew.
Yielding to these people would mean nothing good. Even if Reiki couldn’t take them in a fight, he was his Obaasan’s grandson and he couldn’t let them intimidate him, either. I am a lioness, he told himself, thinking of the tattoo on his back and the (fictional) Bad b***h he’d gotten the quote from. I will not cringe for them.
“Alright, well……since you asked so nicely…” Reiki smirked like he would’ve done to suggest that Phoenix-Force come on up and see him sometime. Bat his eyes just a little, to sell the image. Taking a deep breath, he extended his arm, let his hand bend back. Felt the power welling up inside him, rushing through his nerves like it actually wanted him after all.… “And remember, Pretty Boy: you did ask. Gnawing Hunger!”Strickenized Enemies within 10 feet of Murikabushi begin to feel a powerful hunger or sense of craving, one they feel cannot be sated, and yet, they are compelled to try. This craving can be for anything—food, drink, affection/intimacy, alcohol or narcotics, the answers to the math homework, etc.—but it is quite distracting. This spell lasts for 25 seconds, and Murikabushi can use it three times per battle.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2022 6:15 pm
Oh, this one called him pretty —
Oh, his sphere must be hunger or starvation or want —
Oh, how he would kill for —
It was the last thought that had him clenching his teeth, that forced him to think past his tender weakness for kind words from a boy and quash his analytical processes. He knew he should've started observing, started counting, or even started flirting if it mitigated the magic's effects. He could've suffered a hunger for boys, as he did daily.
Murikabushi's magic, however, found a target far more sinister within him. For that, Faustite smiled something halfway to a grimace. "Oh, that's dangerous," he said between gritted teeth, words accented by the pop and sizzle of grease in a pan. He approached the boy with a steady gait — it was all he could do to slow himself down, for how he ravened — and he shook his head at the Dark Mirror Senshi.
"Hope you can run in those." It was all the warning he could give.
Faustite crossed the ground between them in a blink. He could envision where Murikabushi's starseed lurked — and he needed only so much chaotic energy to spring for it, greedy hand outstretched and fully expecting to breech cloth and skin and bone for the glittering gem therein.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2022 6:52 pm
For a brief, glimmering moment, Reiki got to feel exceptionally pleased with himself. He still had no real idea what his magic did, but once again, he’d managed to get it off! Against an actual person! Someone who was so much more powerful than he was! (How much more powerful exactly, he didn’t know, but the only truly important thing was that he was, indeed, more powerful than Reiki.)
……Then, he saw the General’s smile, if you could call it that. And heard the warning. And barely had time to breathe, much less make himself run, before the heat from the other one’s chest was right up on ******** ******** ******** much as he hated acknowledging that someone who’d annoyed him was right, Reiki felt Sailor Feisty Redhead’s point about Valjean: if he didn’t neutralize the threat, Phoenix-Force would just give chase. Who knew how long he’d keep it up? Who knew how many people he and Reiki could hurt if they carried on like that?
He wasn’t in the right position to S.I.N.G. properly, but he could still get two of those points. First step, stompy heel on Pasuzu’s foot. Then, quick like a bunny—“Sorry to your boyfriend,” he hissed, and jerked his knee up into the other one’s groin.
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