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 Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2022 6:02 pm
Let it heal. Her starseed was damaged. But that.
It wasn’t.
It wasn’t fair. The fact that her starseed was damaged shouldn’t have anything to do with how much power she could hold. Why couldn’t she just…heal when she was stronger? What good was it to have a damaged starseed when she couldn’t defend herself correctly? It wasn’t.
Well. None of this had been fair for a while.
For once, Lysithea wanted to just hit something. Hit someone. Vent her frustrations on someone who may or may not deserve it. And when she felt the aura of a captain, she made her way towards it without a second thought, hands balled into fists, nurturing a small flame of rage inside of her chest.
If rage could heal her injured starseed, then obviously she would be just fine after this encounter.
It wasn’t her style. Fighting wasn’t her style but.
She was angry.
Truthfully, she wished she could just hit someone she knew. Someone who made her angry…that would be better, wouldn’t it? But. She came upon the captain and without waiting for an introduction, drew her hand back and aimed a punch right for the back of the purple haired head.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2022 8:53 pm
Everything just kept on getting ******** worse.
Finals? Barely stretching to make them, barely finagling passing grades out of thin air; it might've been Destiny City, but that didn't mean professors were going to take I was trapped in a rift for at least two weeks with no electronics as an excuse for why ze'd fallen so far behind, had missed classes, was missing out on those important participation points. Because of course they wouldn't. Why would literally anything ever go right.
Other things were going right, but that didn't matter, because those were things that nobody in real life cared about. Those weren't things ze could brandish and say look, see, I am competent and doing things, I'm not lying, I'm not - it wasn't as if any of that mattered. There was still work to do. Catching up on classes, working overtime to make up for missed shifts, missed rehearsals, missed work; these days zyr head felt like it was going to split like an overripe fruit, headache bright and harsh and throbbing behind Larimar's eyes.
And, because ze was exquisitely normal about this kind of thing, the answer had not been lie down and sleep it off; it had been take two Ibuprofen, power up, walk it off.
Which was sounding like a really stupid idea right about now, actually, because ze was apparently so out of it that the senshi's fist didn't give any clue it was coming until she rammed her knuckles into the back of zyr ********>" Larimar said, awkwardly pivoting on zyr heel so she had access to zyr face instead, and then followed it up with some quieter, more choice curses, leading into: "what is your ******** problem, you psycho?" Right hand behind zyr back, summoning zyr dagger just out of reach; offbalance her for a second, recuperate, turn the tables. Easy plan, if it worked.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2022 7:11 pm
She felt guilty the moment her fist connected and for a moment, Lysithea thought about just apologizing. Just citing that it was a momentary lapse of judgment which…which it was...She wasn’t like this. She didn’t just attack people at random and she didn’t.
She wasn’t a psycho.
Lysithea was pale and drew back a few feet, shaking her head. “...I’m sorry. I’m just. I don’t. I don’t just attack people like that I’m just. Would you take an excuse of temporary insanity?”
She was tired. She was tired of everything. Frustrated at her inability to be more. To be what she was and it just. “I shouldn’t have done that…I…If you have a headache, I have healing magic. I can help. I doubt that you’d trust me but. I can help. I fix what I break, if I can…and I am truly…an idiot. And am truly sorry…I’m…I’m Lysithea. Senshi of Unicorns.”
It was the only olive branch that she could offer…and she could only hope that the Captain would take it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2022 1:10 pm
It was so, so easy for that impulse to double down on the fury to be there, to rise to the top of zyr options. But -- Larimar needed to be rational about this. Ze had a headache, a bruise in the shape of this senshi's - Lysithea's - fist, and a lot of missed sleep that was leading to shaking hands. The odds were good that ze was in an altered state of mind, and getting into fights like that just lead to injury and embarrassment, and that wasn't any good.
...fine. Larimar dismissed zyr weapon and clasped zyr hands behind zyr back. If she was a healer, better to have her think sympathetically, initially; get the healing first, and hurt her after. And her name sounded vaguely familiar - maybe something in the Database? Not that zyr ill-rested head was offering up any further connections, there.
"I wouldn't take that excuse," Larimar said, guarded, "but if you're going to heal me, I'll play nice." For now, anyway. "Captain Larimar."
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2022 6:46 pm
Lysithea almost sagged with relief and nodded, moving a half step closer, and feeling a little pleased that even though she had started this. Even though she had literally chosen violence…it could be worked out with talking and with her making amends and that…
That honestly gave her some hope.
“It’s been a long few months, and again I’m sorry. But.” Drawing in a breath, Lysithea closed her eyes for a moment and then murmured. “Lysithea Healing Horn.”
The magic was pressed lightly against the Captain’s head, and Lysithea nodded slightly. “...It’s nice to meet you, Captain Larimar. Thank you for giving me a chance to make up for my anger. I. I have no grudge against you obviously. I don’t know you. It was wrong of me.” She hadn’t done any bad damage. Her punches weren’t strong but. Maybe this…would be an olive branch that wouldn't be spurned. If the Captain could see that…even when Senshi were…stupid they could…make amends…
With a sigh, she lowered her arms, shrugging slightly as the magic faded. “...Does it still hurt?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2022 9:00 pm
So far, so good. Larimar couldn't help but tense when Lysithea came near - hard to trust her, because if ze was her, ze would've been lying zyr ******** a** off for zyr opponent to let their guard down - but it seemed like she did, really, mean what she'd said. The healing helped. There was still some trace of that headache - because ultimately that was down to stress and muscle tension, built up over days, and it wasn't going to be so easily salved - but it was gone enough it didn't hurt to close zyr eyes.
"I can't blame you," Larimar said, casually, almost disaffected, testing the waters; "I do kill people for fun. It's generally pretty looked down on to do that by your sort. But, no, it doesn't hurt any more."
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2022 6:33 pm
Lysithea sighed and took a step or two away, shrugging. “As most of your side does. But. I’m glad that I could at least make up for what I did. I. I’m not normally so rash, but.” She forced a smile and drew in a breath. “You aren’t responsible for my problems, and taking them out on you will do nothing to fix them. If…I do ever see you in the act of killing someone though…I can’t promise that I won’t intervene…”
She drew in a breath and gave a little nod. “...Why don’t you go home now. We can just…go our separate ways but…if you do ever get hurt. If you need help and you see me…I will help you. I…I don’t want to see people hurt. I don’t like to see people hurt so…”
Giving a small smile, Lysithea glanced away. “I guess I’ll help everyone if they need it.”
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2022 7:29 pm
"You're - you're so nice," Larimar said, with no small degree of distaste. "You're not good, you're not bad, you're just nice." There was no point to be made for zyr own correctness - that wasn't a point it was worth taking, not when ze didn't really believe it either, when ze was being cruel exclusively for the sake of being cruel - but her? Trying her best to be a beacon of purity and light and sweetness?
That was something to be despised. That meant nothing. That meant worse than nothing. Either she'd drop her principles when the going got rough, or she had none in the first place besides being kind, and that was -- it got on zyr nerves. Badly so.
It wasn't really something ze thought about, precisely - not an idea that went through mental peer review - but in an instant, Larimar's dagger was in zyr hand, and the tip of zyr dagger was at Lysithea's throat. She'd looked away. That was her mistake.
"You should really think about if you're sure on that one," Larimar said, casually, like ze wasn't literally holding a knife to her throat, "because if I was just feeling a little less nice tonight, I wouldn't stop here."
In the back of zyr mind, ze was focusing, detangling the energy for a teleport, shifting weight onto zyr back foot -- if she retaliated, if she -- no. No, it wasn't worth jeopardizing anything. What if she had magic that'd retaliate the earlier injury back, recycle the pain and turn it around out in an enemy? Not worth it. No. Better idea.
Zyr wrist dipped just a fraction, and the point of the blade dug into her skin near her collarbone, icy-cold. Just enough pressure to pierce, to cut a little, to make a point; to draw a pale, barely-bleeding line from the hollow of her throat to the clavicle.
"It would be so easy," and the self-satisfied, smug malice in zyr voice was thick as honey, "for this to be your final mistake."
But. But but but. But her name sounded familiar - it'd been on the Database, some context ze couldn't remember - and if she was someone's special interest, someone's designated nemesis, killing her would draw ire. But if this didn't break her resolve, she was still wandering around and healing random Officers, and that was useful. But.
It was funnier if ze didn't say anything more. Just careful concentration - a tug on that energy, to pull zyr body away from here, far enough away she wouldn't see zem - and with the teleport, Larimar left Lysithea alone.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2022 8:08 pm
Lysithea almost answered. Almost smiled and replied that Larimar was nice too but. But then everything seemed to go wrong and the next thing she really knew was that her throat was stinging and…
And she was alone.
For a moment, the senshi couldn’t quite figure out what had happened, and as she began shaking with utterly unwanted and unwarranted fear…well. Perhaps not quite so unwarranted…but.
Swallowing, Lysithea’s eyes darted around and then she broke into a run, half wishing she had just continued to punch that smug Captain. Perhaps…perhaps…
But.
No…Violence never…
Ah. Oh well. This was fine…and nobody needed to ever know what had happened.
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