Cryolite nearly slipped over a patch of ice, fumbled for all that he was humming absentmindedly; seemingly on-key for hitting the more alto-aligned notes to 'Carol of the Bells', and yes, he did have that song stuck in his head. At least the orchestral version of it, a claxon of Christmas time musicals drolling along at the back of his brain. All courtesy of every radio station, podcast, and ******** board meeting in the city.
Though is Syrus was being honest? He didn't really mind. The repetition became annoying, maybe, considering how much started the second Halloween ended and November began, but? He would've been lying to say he didn't like Christmas or it's music entirely. It left him a mite distracted, maybe, while he sauntered out of the park, away from a makeshift snowfort wound round bench barriers -- sure the occupants would wake long before frostbite and the snow set in.
Their energy quota had been doubled afterall, and it felt good to get his steps in while making due about it. He even thought he could have a bit of a competition going on with Borax, of all people. The idea of who could garner the most -- not that Cryolites supervisor cared more than his -- if anything Waru was eager to gather the brunt of the bulk of their necessary shopping list, but still?
There were studies and statistics about healthy competition, how it bolstered those in rank, how it uplifted productivity! So if he could make a side bet about -- oh -- say -- one thing..two...a third? If that helped carrot his stick into getting his extracurricular works done? Then sobeit.
Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2022 7:15 pm
Mu Arae did NOT like the cold, she very much prefeered the nice warmness of the summer months. But since she was not the senshi of time or seasons, she could not do anything about it. The smaller senshi immediately paused when she felt a chaos signature near by, sighing and cracking her knuckles just incase while she began to take her time walking twoards the basic she was feeling. When she happened upon the corrupt, she tilted her head. "You know....I get that you might have some sort of thing when it comes to gathering energy....But WHY is it so hard for you things to do it when Im NOT around?"
She cocked her hip, looking at the person before her with a look of boredom.
"Are we going to fight or what? I'm sure those people didn't ask to be drained of their energy and frankly I feel like I should teach you why you shouldn't do that." She was always down for a fight, but given her powers she wanted to make sure this being was not near anymore civilians if she had to touch them.
Cryolite wondered if he could pretend to be deaf for a long enough time that he could simply walk away from the Aura that rose up to flank him aggressively, turning to glance at the Senshi though? He immediately knew he’d have to do otherwise. She oozed ‘******** around and find out’ energy, in every knot of her fishnets, in the brutal layering and sharp stance; and apparently he’d ******** around, and now? He would be finding out.
A shame really, because he thought she would’ve looked far better talking smack and covered in black than laying out threats while wearing a shade of white that must’ve handled bloodstains somewhat terribly……
“Is this how it’s done? You saunter up and throw a sloppy verbal gauntlet down, expect me to field the first punch?” a roll of icy eyes and layers of sass spread thin, entirely dismissive of her goad, yet even more aware of how he couldn’t run — couldn’t teleport —- slid his stance wide, heels gliding back through the crunch of fresh snow. His arms wide as if he was just waiting for a hug.
“You’ll have to banter better than that if you want anything like a compliment for the attempt, but if you think you’ve something to teach ********, but he hated having to punch up when his weight-class was bottom tier, light, flighty. When she was a rank above him and oozed malice. No point in talking his way out of this one, let alone playing nicely.
“Then come on—-“
Because he wasn’t giving the energy back even if he could’ve, because she was lucky he’d left any of the drowsy, waddling, family chattel alive — instead of in a brief, fatigued sleep.
Viva Viola
Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2022 3:16 pm
Oh? So she found a chaos that DIDN'T want to throw the first punch? This was bound to be interesting…Mu Arae tilted her head and walked forward. This was either a trap or the guy really didn't take her threat lightly.
She figured it was probably the latter given how short she was, a very common mistake with most of the chaos she encounters, except a certain crazy purple people Easter she won't talk about. "Curious how you don't punch first like most of your…." She sized him up, "People." Doesn't mean she planned on letting him go though, this should be an easy win on her end.
"You seem to think I can't teach you anything, allow me to show you otherwise."
When she was close enough, Mu quickly aimed an immediate high kick to his stomach, putting as much force behind it as possible. She was sure this wouldn't take him out, but until she knew his power she wasn't about to chase her prey too aggressively.
"I'm not looking for compliments sweetie….You just happened to work on that precious quota of yours at the wrong time." She took up her fighting stance, waiting for her opponents next turn. "Now that I'm intent on teaching you the error of your ways, you might want to think about how you're giving that energy back~"
Cryolite wondered how many other meat headed, ham foster, fondue pots she’d run into before him. The sorts that fought first and spoke later, probably no more tactical or utility than a wet clay spoon.
“Senshi,” as she talked down to him like he was no better than a trollap - a trilobite - “my brutalist-minded little dove. I’m a Senshi born and agent bred, same as you save for the side of the bench I chose to sit my very pretty assets on. It’s the warmest side for sure, warmer than space even,” his smile tight, he goes the heavens for patience, found them lacking answers; looked back and cursed in a way that sounded more like a ragged gasp and stifled cry.
His pretty a** bounced, over dirt and pavement, his eyes watered and he clutched his middle — shooting her a cold glare — oooh — this b***h — good thing she didn’t want the compliments because she sure as hell wasn’t getting any now!
“You’ll get it back — over my cold, dead corpse.”
Stupider words were never spoken, or coughed in his case, as he found his spindly legs and wiped the spittle off the corner of his mouth. “Now come hit me again you fishnetted floozy.”
Viva Viola
Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2022 1:23 am
Ahhhh....there it goes.
Mu Arae grinned, raising an eyebrow at the choice words. Pretty assets? She gave the senshi a once over again, that remains to be determined. He was definitely not her type so maybe some one else told him some sort of lie? Should she mention her thoughts out loud? That grin turned into a malicious sneer, watching the poor thing recover himself. "Pretty? Oh honey" the laugh that followed was just as malicious as her intent. "There is nothing uglier than something tainted by chaos. Why do you think youma look so ********?" At least they did in her opinion. She stepped closer, readying herself for another attack, distrust lighting briefly in her honey colored eyes.
A punch would've been thrown laughter did not erupt first, "F-Fishnetted floozy? What are you? Stuck in the eighteen hundreds?!" Good lord, she's been called worse things by her b***h mother, "You chaos agents are full of these old world puns and s**t. Like being called a floozy is going to piss me off." She wiped a tear from her eye, "Here, I'll give you a chance to try again alright? Try something that's at least from the nineteen hundreds!" Give him another chance she would too, relaxing her stance just a bit.
“Sorry, forgot to update everything in my language app. to ‘irk a b***h’ levels of annoying. Maybe you can tell me how Sublime Shroud hits for a tasteless modernist,” spoken with ‘******** you’ levels of a watery smirk that slowly turned cold, leaked chiles frost and cloying crystalline fog. He supposed he hadn’t been trying to piss her off as much as he’d been trying to buy himself time and breath enough to heave in and out in an attack-worthy rush. Not that everything needed to be spoken? But there was the chance for fun and flair. She green-lit it for him after all.
Syrus supposed he should’ve felt grateful for being a passively amusing entertainment before getting his a** handed up to him. Her dig at youmas ugliness and chaos being some unsightly stain was let slide, beauty being in the eye of the whomever and all that. It didn’t deserve a comment more. Not when her relaxed stance prompted him to move in instead of away— steal back the ground he’d lost so pathetically and lash out like he aimed to play tag instead of pick an actual fight.
Sailor Scout Attack: "Sublime Shroud!"
Cryolite says the word, and his body temperature magically drops to below freezing. He is not affected by this, but anyone who comes in contact with him will feel as though they are touching dry ice and will feel as if they are suffering mild frostbite for as long as they are touching him, and for up to twenty seconds after they break contact. While he is channeling his magic, it will appear as if he is sublimating into a chilly, foggy vapor. The illusion of the cascading fog that bleeds off of Cryolite serves as a visual warning sign to any who can see it: it screams 'Super cold - Do not touch'.
No physical or lasting damage is done in this magic, only the very uncomfortable mental sensation of such. However, players can choose to sustain any lasting damage in the form of chills or up to mild frostbite. Range: Touch/Grapple Duration: 30 Seconds Number of uses: 3 Number of targets: Whomever touches Cryolite
Viva Viola
Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2023 2:37 pm
Oh so we DO have some sass there!
Mu Arae tilted her head once more at the mentioning of a Sublime Shroud...
What the ******** the scary fog should've given her warning signs, but she was feeling a little adventurous with this one. Keeping her stance relaxed, Mu decided that she would see what this power did before deciding on whether or not to touch him with her own. Granted this is a boon and a curse for her given the nature of her power but alas, maybe it would tire him out a bit before she went all out. "Alright, I'll bite...Show me what you got Shakespeare." lets see if I should make you into a berserker
Oh, was she just going to stand there and let him!? There was a cheek warming surge of embarrassment for that, an internal burning slight for the way she simply stood, waiting; looking for all the world like she was secretly bemused, but also had managed so much worse that his glittery little display couldn’t’ve garnered a ******** for her to give him.
As if his trick was all flash and no substance — as if it’d do something more than make him appear a cold warning sign —
Hr knew he shouldn’t be cared so much as to have been offended. But the casual disregard stung as much as her ‘come one come all’ grin, and her relaxed stance. So instead of simply laying on hands — Cryolite swung for her face, with an open palmed, prima-donna slap —
Let her keep looking curious then. I hope her face sticks that way!
Viva Viola
Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2023 1:15 am
It wasn't the fact that the cold felt like her cheek was burning off, nope.
It was the fact that this creaton had the audacity to ******** slap her. Straight up open palm nothing held back, like he was some sort of pimp, there wasn't even any ******** baby powder which was the really insult there. Nope, just straight up cold that apparently burned once it touched skin. The smaller senshi's head jerked to the side with the force of the slap, and if looks could kill, she was sure this a*****e would be roasting alive in hell. Skin burning off and everything, just like how his little cold skin felt when it made contact with hers. Mu Arae slowly moved her face so that she was glaring at her opponent fully rather than from the side. Well, if he wanted to go that route, two could play that game.
Her heels could be heard hitting the ground as she casually walked forward, that relaxing grin being replaced with one more sinister in nature. Naw, she wasn't going to use her power on this one just yet, he needed to be taught a lesson first. One that she fully intended on giving right this second. Without warning, she raised her leg up, and jammed the heel of her boot straight into his groin with as much force as she could muster. There was a sadistic look in her eye as she did it, tilting her head, "I mean, since we're straight up acting like a little b***h here, I suppose you dont need them anyway now do you?" She made sure to grind the heel of her boot just to add insult to injury.
Overboard? Maybe. But that was indeed her mo. and there was no best friend or husband to stop her at this point.
He knew he'd ******** up. The flashfire look on her face that burned him like a thousand sun's uniting in one undying ember of rage. The sort of heat that melted frozen planets till they were liquid at their cores and turned sand to glass over thousands of years. Cryolite thought that even Faustite -- boy made of burning that he was -- would've admired Mu Arae's glare.
He would've also told him to run.
More importantly? He would've told him he was a fool for not running *first*, or calling for help second, or --- A small domino of a mistake that toppled into a cascade of many. Syrus was tempted to laugh in the face of danger, had picked up Albites penchant for witless endeavors and hackneyed offenses.
And now he was paying for it.
His icy glint and prim, bitchy sneer little more than an afterimage of ruin in the face of her turning the other cheek, quite literally, and driving her tacky heels into his nether. Faster than he was and stronger than he was and Cryolite crumpled like a poorly folded origami crane neath the weight of a hydraulic press. There was a particular type of agony that came along with it, being stomped upon like a bug so casually; he'd hardly noticed when she'd moved up on him, she was easy about it, and he hadn't thought to panic -- to flee -- and now he was very much on the ground, not vomiting (Okay, maybe vomiting a little bit) around what had once been a smile.
How could he not own his actions with some small bit of pride? What little jittered there like distant bells in the back of his head....it coincided rather prettily with the spots that danced all across his vision....like a blizzard of white.
Was she making words? He couldn't quite hear her, blood in his ears, lightning up his spine, his own jewels in his throat. The only thought he had left was to reach for her shitty fishnets, to tear at them, and those boots -- with all the ice that he had. She hadn't even laid magic against him yet, these were just her hands and feet!! So if there was a little more panic behind the casting than usual?
Then he felt no shame in it. It seemed like the appropriate time to panic.
Sailor Scout Attack: "Sublime Shroud!"
show spoilerhide spoiler Cryolite says the word, and his body temperature magically drops to below freezing. He is not affected by this, but anyone who comes in contact with him will feel as though they are touching dry ice and will feel as if they are suffering mild frostbite for as long as they are touching him, and for up to twenty seconds after they break contact. While he is channeling his magic, it will appear as if he is sublimating into a chilly, foggy vapor. The illusion of the cascading fog that bleeds off of Cryolite serves as a visual warning sign to any who can see it: it screams 'Super cold - Do not touch'.
No physical or lasting damage is done in this magic, only the very uncomfortable mental sensation of such. However, players can choose to sustain any lasting damage in the form of chills or up to mild frostbite. Range: Touch/Grapple Duration: 30 Seconds Number of uses left: 31! Number of targets: Whomever touches Cryolite
Viva Viola
Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2023 2:01 pm
She could feel the cold immediately, and pulled her leg away with an annoyed scowl. Now if she were a meaner person she could definietly just try to smash his head with her boot, BUT she wasnt a killer and certainly did not want to have that on her consience. Instead, she raised her boot and slammed it down on the exact hand that grabbed her earlier. She decided using her powers was a no go since there wasnt anyone for that poor senshi to turn his rage to. Boot still on his hand, she leaned down close enough for him to hear, "Next time I wont be so nice. If I were you I would work on that survival instinct." She removed her foot, backing away, "Oh and next time? Try throwing a punch instead of a slap." With that, the senshi turned her back to the crumpling mess that was looking more and more like a pathetic little mutt.
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