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 Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2022 7:41 pm
Things had been pretty quiet, ever since Alkmene escaped from that weird in-between trap-space. Honestly, he was hoping summer stayed quiet--it meant a chance to work on his magic, and get more used to being stronger. He felt good, really--there was so much power at his fingertips, and all of it let him get the upper had in ways that he expected his enemies would not expect.
After all, who went into a fight expecting their magic to be stolen?
He'd been tracking an Order aura on about his level for a little while--a good chance to really flex his new, much more cooperative magic in a real fight, rather than just testing it out on one specific annoying officer.
He was pretty sure he had eyes on the Senshi, and he dropped down, moving closer.
"Nice night, huh," he said, idly. She seemed...almost familiar, but he wasn't entirely certain.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2022 1:48 pm
Lysithea’s skin was prickling with the feeling of the chaos aura, and she had hoped to be able to not have to deal with it but…
It wasn’t often that she got what she wanted out of things. Not when it came to Chaos, at least.
Still, if…he just wanted to talk. She could handle talking. She could handle talking and if it came to it, she could fight. Not with magic but…she had fists. And feet. And she knew how to use them.
For a moment she simply took in the senshi, her brows raising at his fuku, wondering if…well.
It was a choice, that was all she could think, and if that was the choice that was made for him, she supposed…well.
It wasn’t what she would have chosen. “It is rather nice. I’m glad that it’s cooled off some rom how it was a few weeks ago. What are you out and about for this evening?”
If he wanted to just talk, she could do that and be very pleasant. If it escalated…well.
She’d deal.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2022 12:52 pm
Alkmene narrowed his eyes, putting a hand on his hip and trying to determine what about this woman was familiar. It just wasn't clicking, though, and he decided to worry about it later.
Instead, he gave her his best, most knife-edged smile. "Oh, you know. Draining energy. Causing problems on purpose. Entertaining myself however I feel like."
It was fun, sometimes, to be a b*****d. And Alkmene deeply enjoyed seeing how much poking and prodding it took to make sweet, self-righteous White Moon types snap and decide to fight him. Now that his magic actually worked, especially, it was pretty much guaranteed to be a fun time.
"What about you? I'm sure you've got plenty of big, heroic work to do."
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2022 6:37 pm
She shrugged, half wanting to roll her eyes at his words. Clearly…hopefully he was simply trying to rile her up and Lysithea wasn’t going to let that happen if she could help it.
“Big heroic stuff, absolutely, but you don’t really look as though you’re up to no good. So I have a difficult time thinking that such could be the case. But, if you’re in the mood for talking, I am too so. I promise you…whatever your name is, I’m not one to just fly off the handle for things like energy draining and causing problems. A lot of people cause problems on purpose.”
Lysithea paused and sighed, rolling her eyes. “...A lot of people I know cause problems on purpose. That’s not something that’s only for those who are chaos infected.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2022 7:46 pm
"Aw, you're sweet," Alkmene said, rolling his eyes. He took her in one more time, and made a little thoughtful noise. "What about me tells you that I just can't possibly be up to no good?"
He put a hand on his hip. "True, though, that your people cause just as much trouble as mine. Well, mostly. I guess you all don't get the fun starseed pulling thing. That's a nice bonus."
He laughed, dryly. "Anyway, why don't you tell me your name? I'll even tell you mine, if you want."
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2022 7:52 pm
Lysithea rolled her eyes in return, growing a little annoyed with the corrupt. He was…irritating, and not just because of the chaos. Just because. She supposed that was in his nature. “Pulling starseeds isn’t that exciting.” She spoke from experience and just sighed. “Lysithea. Senshi of Unicorns. I’m not going to even touch on the part where I made the snarky comment about your name first, so one point for me being the better person here by virtue of manners alone.”
Her arms crossed over her chest and she honestly wanted to leave. She was growing more and more angry by the moment and wanted to be home. Wanted to just get something sweet to eat and go to bed.
…Talking to this corrupt was a waste of her time.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2022 7:53 pm
Lysithea.
It was like having a bucket of water dumped on him.
This was Lysithea, the one who had run away, who had hurt Faustite so much by doing so. The one he'd made into a sister, so he clearly cared about her, and she'd just--spat in his face and gone crawling back to Order.
"Lysithea, huh. I'm Alkmene." And then, he closed the distance between them and swung his fist at her face.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2022 8:08 pm
Alkmene. One of Faustite’s team. Honestly, Lysithea should have expected the punch, but she was too stunned to do anything but gape for a moment, and the fist collided with her cheek causing her to stumble backwards a bit.
Thankfully, she didn’t fall and after a moment, spat out a mouthful of blood. Damnit. She ended up biting her cheek with the punch and that.
“I get you’re pissed. But you’ve had your blow. Truthfully I doubt that Faustite would appreciate you hitting me. I’ll be sure to tell him the next time that I see him.”
Her eyes narrowed in distaste as her mouth filled with the taste of iron once again. “You are one of his favorites, aren’t you? Do you really want him to get upset that you were beating up his sister? I really don’t think you’d want that.”
She didn’t think that they were empty words, but she wasn’t sure, and as she wiped her face again, spitting another mouthful of blood out she scoffed. “Let me leave. You leave too. I won’t say anything to him. Just go.”
Defending herself wouldn't be...well. Too difficult but. Honestly she couldn't bring herself to hurt someone that her brother...that Faustite cared about. He had lost enough.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2022 8:10 pm
Alkmene rolled his eyes, though internally he couldn't help but preen a little at being referred to as one of Faustite's favorites. If even she knew that, it had to mean something, and he couldn't help but be happy about it. And, yea,h okay, he actually did feel sort of bad when she spit blood--he'd meant to do damage, but maybe not that much damage.
"Oh, believe me, I wasn't planning on more than one punch. That was for abandoning him, like you did. But." And this was the hard part. It would have been easier to hate her completely, but, well, nothing was ever easy, was it.
"He also said you were the reason that Michel brought him back. Probably the reason he's still around. So....thanks. Or whatever. You're right that he's really important to me, and I don't know what I'd do if something happened to him."
And then, rather than further confront the fact that he had just had an emotion in front of someone else, he called on that lovely new ability to teleport and vanished.
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