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 Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 5:11 pm
Amsvartnir sighed tiredly, not really wanting to go on patrol after the fiasco of the other night, but needing to anyway. It was his duty. He needed to stop the Negaverse, to stop the murders. Maybe he could be someone to help coax someone over to the White Moon, away from the Negaverse. Missing a chance like that wasn't something he was willing to let go by, and he refused to let himself become a disappointment to himself. So out here he was, looking out with a watchful eye, and feeling for auras.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 9:44 pm
Danalite felt the presence of a Squire in the area and gave a small grin, thinking her next move over for a whole ten seconds before she teleported in front of the Squire, an amused expression on her face. “Good evening! Oh.”
Her eyes took in his outfit, the white with the glaring stupid pastel rainbow and stars…oh this poor fool was one of the Cosmos Knights that she had come from. That.
“I apologize that you’re stuck with this. I was trapped with it too. I was a Cosmos Page until I made the right choice here. You don’t have to be like this you know. The Negaverse offers so many better options. And power. Power is the most important thing, don’t you know.”
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 10:06 pm
Amsvartnir startled a bit when the person teleported in front of him. Well, s**t. He hadn't expected to be approached so boldly. Or with such a dumb ******** offer it immediately made his blood boil. He grabbed his cane and pointed it at her in a two handed grip, holding it close to his body. Hold. Deep breath. Maintain defensive position. Don't let her get to you."I don't think so," he said, forcing himself to keep his breath even. "That power comes from a source that should make you sick. Power isn't everything, y'know. Doing what's right is always better. No matter how much it may hurt."
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2022 3:31 pm
Ah. So this one thought highly of himself, and the very fact that he was pointing his pathetic excuse for a weapon at her made Danalite smile in quite a distasteful manner. “Ah. So it’s going to be like this, then. Very well.”
She summoned her own dagger to her hand and tilted her head to the side. “Power might not be everything, I didn’t find anything that I was doing to be right. I had no idea what I was doing, and the great and wonderful Cosmos decided that a small bottle of glitter would protect me from those who could kill me in an instant? You think I should have stayed with that just so that I could do what’s right in your mind?”
Filth. All of the sympathy she had felt had completely drained from her, and Danalite decided that they weren’t wroth saving. If they had their heads stuck so far…it wasn’t worth arguing. It wasn’t worth getting upset. Knights and Senshi should just be put down if they didn’t have any sense of self preservation.
“Have it your own way, then.” And she charged, her arm extending swiftly, dagger held firmly.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2022 8:26 pm
He snarled and used his cane in a defensive maneuver, knocking hard into her dagger to drive her arm at an angle away from him. "Killing you in an instant isn't just a power of the Negaverse," he said, "Yeah, it might suck being a page, I wouldn't know! I started in the Negaverse with a shitty little plastic meat tenderizer! But now I have proper magic." Swinging his cane in a circle above his head, he focused and channeled his magic. The stars spilled out in a rush. Orangeish Sherbert Magic: As he whips his cane in circles around himself, a shower of stars spews from it in a ten foot radius. The stars give a light burning sensation to those affected by Chaos, while infusing gentle warmth into those affected by Order. While the magic is being channeled, the burning sensation may feel like stinging, or a bad sunburn, but Chaos players can choose if the stars cause real or lasting burn damage. This magic can be channeled for 35 seconds.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2022 8:32 pm
Danalite snorted and opened her mouth to make a rude remark, but the magic did give her pause. The stars hurt. Small stinging welts everywhere they touched, and for a moment she simply tried to protect her face but after she managed to get her thoughts together, she teleported behind him, aiming her dagger right at his arm, again trying to slash rather than stab.
“Senshi can’t kill, and I doubt very much that Knights can either.”
Her skin was burning and she wished she had some aloe or something to stop it, but hopefully it would go away soon enough. All magic seemed to fade with time. One only had to be strong enough to outlast it. Outlive it.
“You’re a fool. If you’re a traitor, then there’s not a single reason you should be allowed to live.”
She hesitated though, thinking that perhaps…he could have one more chance. One more chance to change his mind. To realize that he had ******** up. That he had gone down the wrong path.
“I’ll do it though. To prove that I’m not heartless. To prove that you did choose wrong. You could have been powerful. Wonderful and amazing…you could have been on the side of those who will win in all of this…”
Giving a soft sigh, Danalite took a step back. “I’d watch your back from now on, if you aren’t planning on returning. The Negaverse doesn’t do well with traitors.”
And with that warning, she teleported again, rubbing her still stinging skin and longing for a cool bath to soak in.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2022 8:54 pm
Maybe their magic couldn't kill, but their bare hands could definitely still do so, if it ever came down to such a thing. Not that he would ever want to, no; he'd left the Negaverse for that very reason. The way murder was tacitly encouraged, not very put down upon, because they needed starseeds for power. It may have been mostly energy gathering, but they still had people out there, hunting down civilians, to grow their stash of starseeds in case they ever needed them for some other big nefarious scheme. The dagger came down on his arm, because he hadn't been expecting her to teleport (he never expected that, really, that thought often just didn't cross his mind, and he really needed to ingratiate that into his brain so maybe he could have some better reflexes one of these days!), and he cried out in pain, swinging his injured arm close in to his torso and snarling at her. "I'm proud to be a traitor," he spat before literally spitting at the ground where she'd just been moments before, feeling disgusted. ******** help every single person he could out of the Negaverse. Always. He'd never cease in his campaign to rip the Negaverse apart from the inside by taking their people from them. And with that silent promise to himself, he tightened his grip on his wound and went to stagger home.
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