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 Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2022 8:10 am
Quote: Disappearances (14) : People are missing. Maybe they’re people you know, maybe you’ve just heard about it on the news. They’re just disappearing. In front of you one second, gone the next, sucked into some between-space. Into some hole that flickers out of sight once it’s swallowed them up. Maybe you got sucked in–right into a strange strange black expanse, with no access to anyone else or any exits. The pull would have been magnetic, almost unavoidable. Some might escape, but maybe you didn’t. Electronics don't work and characters cannot power down. There’s no way to reach the outside world. You might feel the sensation of creatures following you, you might run into obstacles or strange environments in the darkness. While you are in this strange location you may feel hungry but will not starve to death; you may feel tired but you will not need to sleep. Maybe you were lucky and got sucked in with someone. Maybe you’re trapped there and run into someone and team up. One thing is for sure, though–once you’re here, you can’t get out on your own. Characters who get sucked into the strange between-space will not be able to participate in the ORP immediately but will have an opportunity to join partway through so if this is something you’re interested in, please keep your eye on that! If you have questions on if something is permissible, you can PM The Space Cauldron to ask!) He was trying to go out more, but it was hit or miss. Sometimes he was up for it, sometimes he wasn’t. Mostly, Weissite was fine to just stalk through the streets, seeking easy targets to drain and then abandon, but very rarely something else tickled his fancy, and he didn’t quite understand why. Pent up energy from hiding out in the house for too long? Eager for the adrenaline? A want to see someone hurt because he was hurt? Wanting to be the instigator of something, anything? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to think about it too hard. He didn’t want to think about anything too hard. But the itch was there to go out and make a fight. For as often as Weissite tried to tell any senshi in his path to just back up and leave him alone, today wasn’t one of those days. He didn’t usually chase, but today he did. When he felt an Order aura nearby, Weissite decided the least he could do was investigate.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2022 8:13 am
It didn’t feel like Wild should be out by himself. Not because he was concerned for his safety or because he wanted backup when patrolling; but because it didn’t feel like Wild should be alone. Cierret did almost everything by himself because he was a loser nobody with no friends and a thousand cats to take care of, but Wild was a somebody and important and valuable, and it seemed like he should have people who wanted to be around him. Unlike Cierret.
Kitty patrolled with him often enough, or sometimes Sawtooth would, and that felt indescribably “correct” to Wild, for someone to be alongside him on this adventure.
But not today. Today he was well-and-truly alone because his usual companions had other engagements. Wild didn’t mind- Except he did. He wouldn’t have though he’d care that much, but he did. The whole “powering up” experience felt incomplete if he was just going to wander around without anyone beside him. His time might have been better spent staying at home and playing with his cats… If that could illicit any sort of feeling in him.
He could go to his world? Alone. Or look for Chaos to punch? Alone. But Kitty might be proud of him, might coo in his ear or run long fingers through his hair, if Wild had some interesting story to tell when next they met…
Wild didn’t run as he felt the approach of a Chaos aura. A stupid choice? Maybe, considering his rudimentary combat skills and lack of reliable magic. But what would happen to him, honestly? So much of the Negaverse consisted of people who didn’t know how to fight, had no real weapon, no magical ability, and no desire to even be out doing what they were doing. Wild was not afraid of the Negaverse. Especially not some valueless lieutenant…
The man came into view: a tall fellow with pale skin and long, draping white hair. No weapon, obviously. No problem.
Wild raised a finger to his lips. He hesitated just a beat, as if waiting to see if the man would simply try to communicate with him, but if he was going to, he wasn’t fast enough. “Venom Touch,” he whispered, and was pleased to actually feel the little tingle of magic against his skin, sometimes so elusive. Now he’d just have to land a hit, and it’d be worse than that.
Quote: Cockatrice lick their wings to coat them in venom, and three times per battle, Wild can do the same. Once active, he has fifteen seconds to touch a single opponent, transferring the poison to them. The effect of the poison is up to receiving player, but they can feel anything from numb limbs to intense nausea to headache to searing pain in the afflicted area for thirty seconds.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2022 8:16 am
The senshi looked… a lot more than Weissite was expecting to see. It was an entire grown a** man, donned in what looked like really heavy Eastern finery, and Weissite couldn’t tell at a glance what his sphere might be. So there was no discerning what his magic was, either. Maybe it was nothing- a lot of them seemed like nothing. And if they were going to fight, it would be exactly what Weissite was hoping for, just a no-holds-barred messy slugfest.
Weissite wasn’t a monster, didn’t really get off on hurting people, wanted this to be as fair as it could ‘reasonably’ be. As Weissite moved in, he had to at least give the service of telling the senshi it was in his best interest to beat it. If he listened or not, it was totally on him, after that.
“If you’re not ready to get hurt, you should turn around now.” It wasn’t lost on him that the Eastern senshi had moved for him as much as Weissite had. Seemed pretty obvious neither of them were planning on running, and if Weissite was being reasonable, that should make him more cautious. But it didn’t. He was ready to feel something collide with his fist, and if this guy was volunteering…. Weissite moved in, tearing down the alleyway with his fist raised.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2022 8:17 am
Wild’s practical fighting ability was far from well-honed. If he’d practiced any combat, it was literally just since his awakening, learning anything Kitty would teach him. He didn’t have any “moves” of his own, wasn’t versed in any particular style of martial arts, and had little experience with dealing actual damage that would actually harm someone. But this was his moment to use what Kitty had shown him, so that the other senshi would be proud of him, and find him worthwhile.
His magic would give him an opening, if he only touched his opponent. “Don’t need to,” he sneered back.
At least the agent’s attack didn’t come as a surprise, but the guy was lean and quick, quicker than Wild, and he felt it with a certain finality as the man’s punch landed in his abdomen and reverberated out through his spine. Wild choked, weazed as he tried to inhale. And all that training practically escaped him the second he was under assault.
But all he had to do was touch. Wild grappled to latch onto the arm that punched him, even as the agent pulled back. For all the few seconds he was in this fight, he was already starting to wish he had a little more range. A poison-spitting attack would be kind of cool… But he didn’t; he only had his hands. He grabbed the end of the agent’s sleeve and jerked it back toward him, latching fingers around the guy’s wrist to let his magic start to do its thing.
And once that was starting to work, he could go on a real offensive! Kitty always said they should kick the enemy when they were down.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2022 8:20 am
He hadn’t realized senshi would want to fight in such close quarters? Weissite had assumed with the whole magic thing that they’d keep their distance and use spells to keep him at bay. But since he only had his body and no magic or weapon to speak of, close was where he wanted to be. He’d done what was ‘right’ and given him a warning to run, but if the senshi was gonna stay, whatever happened was on him.
Weissite’s punch was solid, and as the guy moved to grab him, Weissite was already reeling back, readying a kick to send the senshi to the ground. But the other grabbed him, and with nothing to give it away, Weissite was almost not even ready for how quickly it suddenly felt like his head was going to split in half. He jerked back, wrenching his arm from the guy’s grasp and putting a few paces between them as he held a hand over his head.
Some kind of mental magic, then? Just pain, or was he having an entire ******** anurism? Was it even important at this moment? He could take a little pain- because he had to if he didn’t want to end up wasted by some rando.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2022 8:21 am
“Bet you never even saw it coming,” Wild laughed out a little breathlessly, still reeling from the punch to his stomach, but also almost deliriously delighted that he’d actually gotten to use his magic on an enemy. He and Kitty trained together sometimes, and Kitty was incredibly ruthless, but using magic on him wasn’t at all like attacking someone from the Negaverse. This was clearly better! And now he didn’t have to hold anything back.
Just like a real hero, it was his duty to expel evil and darkness from the world.
Sometimes that involved doing things he definitely never would’ve done if he wasn’t a senshi. But so many of the people who were infected with Chaos couldn’t be reasoned with. And if they couldn’t be reasoned with, couldn’t be contained, and couldn’t be stopped by just anyone, Wild had to do his duty and make sure they absolutely couldn’t hurt anyone else. Like, if the Negaverse didn’t have the power to heal people by turning them into monsters, maybe it would be enough to just break his legs.
But they did, so the only way to get rid of this darkness was by eliminating it. That was what Kitty said, and it made sense to Wild. Cierret had never really hurt anyone before, and it certainly had never been a goal of his… But he was a hero. It was what he had to do now.
He braced his foot on the edge of a discarded plank of wood that lay against the alley wall. By tearing it up by a crack, he now had a relatively sharp, relatively lethal weapon to Do The Deed with. Kitty could snap peoples’ necks and shatter their throats with just his hands!
…Wild wasn’t there, yet.
“Okay,” he started softly. “Listen. Renounce your evil ways, and join the side of light and Order. There are ways to expunge the Chaos from your starseed, and people who will help keep you safe from the Negaverse’s violence afterwards. Choose to surrender, and this can be the end of the fight. Don’t, and the Chaos will be eliminated in other ways,” Wild warned, brandishing the sharp end of his wood plank.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2022 8:23 am
His head still hurt, so maybe he wasn’t completely understanding what this guy was saying, but it definitely sounded like the senshi was monologuing at him? The same tired, bland s**t that the whole lot of them spouted. ‘We’re good, you’re evil, come to the Light Side,’ yadda yadda. He could practically hear his general’s incredulousness that anyone believed and fell for this when it was so obviously ripped off of the back panel of some video game.
This loser would have to do way worse to scare Weissite off, especially when he just talked through the worst of his magic’s effects.
Weissite sneered, baring his teeth almost feral at the senshi and his stupid pointy stick. It was obvious from the first blow the guy didn’t really know what he was doing, and Weisste wasn’t feeling particularly generous today. He flew forward, snatching the end of the stick in his gloved hands and notching it to the side as he wove in and slammed a hard kick down onto the senshi’s ankle. To keep him from tumbling toward the ground, he gripped a handful of his too-much robes, twisted, and slammed the boy’s back into the wall.
He touched his other hand to the man’s chest. “I don’t think I need to tell you how it’s gonna go from here.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2022 8:24 am
Panic licked up Wild’s spine the second the agent snatched at the wooden spike in his hand. He should be- incapacitated or something, right? Like Wild had been after that first punch. Wild’s magic should put him in pain or distract him or do something so that he could barely fight and Wild could do what he needed to do to end this (unless it wasn’t working right, like it tended to do…)! Or- or the agent would just give up under the circumstances and agree to attone. Like in the books. Like in the movies. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this-
It felt like his voice had been ripped from his throat as the agent’s boot crashed down against his ankle, tearing a choking sound that would have been a scream from Wild’s throat as his now-empty hands scrabbled to push the other man away, to create some distance between them, to-
Did it matter? He couldn’t run if his ankle was well and truly broken. He couldn’t teleport like those burdened with Chaos could. He could call for help, but no one would get here in time even if they immediately got the message.
Hot tears prickled at the corner of his eyes. Wild’s back hit the wall, and he was tearing his fingers at the fabric of the agent’s coat and gloves to try and push him away because how had this all gone so wrong so quickly? He’d had it- he’d been in the right! It should’ve been easy. And who would be here to save him, now? “D-don’t,” he choked out softly, shoving at the other man’s arm where it lay over his chest.
“I j-just want to do what’s right,” he whispered. “And this isn’t- It isn’t right,” Wild sobbed.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2022 8:28 am
Talk about absolutely ******** pathetic.
Weissite had landed all of two hits on this guy. Admittedly one had probably broken bones, but two hits? That was it? Then the senshi was sobbing and shoving at him and begging, and- These guys. Honestly, how could a human man be this ******** worthless. …And still given this power by the cosmos.
An ire spiked in him, the same kind his general had when he thought about it-
But Weissite didn’t want to think.
Did he want to kill?
What he’d wanted was a fight, to hurt, to control, and he’d barely even gotten that out of the encounter. But what he was left with was some idiot blubbering mess telling him that it wasn’t right! And at this point, Weissite had to agree. This whole situation just wasn’t. ********. Right. And he really would be a bully if he snatched this loser’s starseed. If it was defiance and anger… Weissite bet he would’ve done it. He bet he would’ve gotten a thrill from besting an opponent who didn’t want to back down and who was ready for all the costs starting a fight entailed.
Not this guy. He was just pathetic and soured the whole mood Weissite had wanted from coming out tonight.
He exhaled between his teeth, a disgusted sneer on his lips as he lowered his hand. Before he could even comment to let this guy know what a sad shame it was that any power would go to someone so utterly worthless, the man was completely gone from his vision.
In less than a blink, Weissite was whisked alone to some dark place, not even in the alley anymore. One single tug, like plucking a fruit from his tree, and there wasn’t a person under his hands or scrutiny, anymore. …It was just darkness, a black expanse that left him speechless and confused. Another effect of that senshi’s magic? Could it be possible for him to create such an illusion?
Weissite didn’t know, and he didn’t know how to escape it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2022 8:29 am
Wild slid to the ground, landing first on his feet, and then buckling under the pressure of his injury before falling to his knees. The pace of his heart quickened as his head shot up to look for whatever had caused this, and it was only a split second of seeing the agent be pulled backward into some… some sort of rift. A tear in the world. Was that what their teleportation looked like…?
No, it couldn’t be. He’d looked so shocked, and why would he teleport right before he-?
Wild’s hand flew to his chest as if he could search for his starseed himself. Maybe it was all some cosmic post-snatch hallucination, and this was truly the end… But his heart still beat. He was still in some dingy city alleyway. The pain- There was still pain. Maybe dimmed a bit under the shock, but still so easily perceptible. His body felt real and solid and aware of its surroundings… This couldn’t be a hallucination.
But if it was real, then that meant this agent had just been sucked away before he could do something that Wild wouldn’t recover from. He hadn’t been able to land that decisive, finishing blow.
…Because Wild was in the right. Heroes didn’t die in their stories. Their lives were too meaningful, too important. They had to keep existing to see the culmination of everything they’d been brought to achieve. And Wild was a hero. He couldn’t be killed so easily. A swell of eager excitement made an almost manic laughter tear from his throat. The Chaos couldn’t kill him because this was his story!
If he didn’t have the skills (and he clearly didn’t… he needed to practice more), divine intervention would spare him. This could have been the end, but it wasn’t a way for a hero to die. They didn’t just get their hearts ripped out without accomplishing anything.
He was injured. To teach him a lesson, probably. He needed to be more careful. But he wasn’t dead! He could still go home and get his ankle seen to. Wild could fight another day.
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