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 Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2022 3:41 pm
It was fine, everything was fine, it was --
It wasn't fine. Larimar wasn't an idiot, and it wasn't as if ze'd never introspected. That bubble of rage and fear ze'd had to choke down before the expedition into the Rift, at the announcement of no starseeds -- that reaction was unreasonable. Everything ze was doing was unreasonable. Larimar knew this. Larimar also knew that, if ze wanted to be reasonable, ze needed to tell somebody about how much of an addiction - a craving - it'd become, but. Who could ze even tell in safety?
Ashanite. Maybe. And even then, probably not. Leifite, Wavellite? No chance. Either of them would sabotage Larimar in a heartbeat, certainly. Ze'd refused to build friendships, because ew, ******** that, this was not the face ze wore to be nice; this was the result. Oh well. Losers weepers, as the saying went, probably. It'd been manageable so far. Probably plenty of Generals had secret starseed problems! Generals got real ******** weird! It was within reason! (It wasn't within reason. A craving to eat human souls? Even in the Negaverse and its rotted morals, even with that layer of separation by calling it a starseed -- that was ******** up. It was really, really ******** up. Maybe after winter break -- maybe in the new year -- maybe ze'd try and stop, for once, maybe.)
The faint, pulsing, in-and-out glow filtered through the fabric of zyr pockets, almost in sync with Larimar's frustrated glance at the sky. Ha. Ha. Very funny, trying to drop icicles on the General with ice-magic weapons. ******** hilarious. This last one had been almost a foot wide, and with how lightning-fast and painful zyr heart was beating, surely that justified a starseed to make zem stop trembling --
God damn it there was another General coming. Another General, who was going to see Larimar looking like an idiot, taking deep desperate breaths over an icicle that hadn't even hit zem at all. Hell on Earth. Genuinely hell.
Didn't recognize her, as she came into sight, but that didn't mean much. Larimar bit down on the starseed in zyr mouth and tumbled the second one between zyr fingers, just to have something to do with zyr hands; there was still the third and fourth ones safe in pockets that ze wanted to store for a later date.
"Haven't seen you around here," Larimar started when ze thought she was close enough, swallowing those broken shards of soul down with a gulp. "Out of town?" Maybe she'd been busy. Lithiasaur using the Snow Spikes prompt! start as promised heart Prompt 2 (Snow Spike): Ice and snow? Fine. Hail? Slightly less fine. Large, icicle-like shards of ice falling from the sky? Horrifying. For no apparent reason, Destiny City is plagued with another strange phenomenon, only this one can strike at any time. The icicles plummet from the sky with no warning, regardless of a clear or cloudy sky. The spikes range in size from a few inches up to two feet. Sometimes only one might fall, or sometimes a torrent of them, but they never fall far longer than a minute at a time. Some have reported a strange green lightning in the sky just before the icicles fall, so there seems to be at least some warning. Injuries and damage have been reported across the city, so it’s best to stay vigilant and hope for the best.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2022 6:48 am
General Painite had little patience these days. Her ever growing distance from the Negaverse and everything it stood for twisted alongside the darkness in her heart. She saw others, people she was supposed to work with, people she had never bothered to meet before, and she knew she hated them. Words did not even need to be spoken for her to figure that one out.
She sensed that aura, the same one she had, and she felt bile flood into her throat. Without thinking about it, her spear manifested in her hand, stained head glinting with reflections of the strange snow formations.
"That starseed," she said, completely ignoring Larimar's words, though they clearly did register if the grimace on her face was anything to go by, "give it to me. What the ******** do you think you're doing?"
It wasn't new to her. She had seen it before, and of course, in times of desperation, eating a starseed could save a Negaverse soldier's life. But she had also seen addiction before, though her ability to pity or condone it was non-existent. It just made that bile taste stronger, and the burning in her throat and the pit of her stomach almost unbearable.
The hand holding her spear was white from how tightly it gripped that trusted weapon, ever the extension of herself despite not being used for what it once was. Stabbing and torturing senshi and knights was not particularly high on her list of things to do, these days. She had not thought, before that specific moment, to seriously use it on another Negaverse operative, however.
She brought the spear forward, using her other hand to hold on to the staff as well.
Above them, the sky trembled and a strange green light lanced the clouds.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2022 9:57 pm
Well, if that was how she was going to play it, Larimar felt -- first off, a little insulted -- and then, after that, rage blooming like a flower in zyr lungs. A ******** General was saying that? Did she know what she looked like, what she sounded like, how much of a hypocrite it had to make her? It was a burst of crimson fury almost so large it made zem take a harsh breath.
"Having a little ******** snack," Larimar said, in the cruelest, most mocking tone ze could manage, a complete 180 from zyr previous tone of voice, "what's your problem, General," and -- although it was unwise -- tossed the starseed up in the air and caught it, instead of banishing it to subspace where it would have been safe, both from zem and from her. "Never seen someone eat a starseed before? Weak stomach? If you'd like, I can demonstrate again, if you just want to get a closer look. I wouldn't blame you! It's quite a rush."
Ze wouldn't. It'd be too many. It was a tempting urge, but -- no, no. The intonation on zyr voice was stress-wobbly, breaking at awkward points, leveling too much emphasis on others; zyr heart was still pounding in zyr chest, almost painful.
But she was gripping her weapon so tightly her knuckles were going white, and that never meant well, so Larimar summoned zyr rapier in zyr free hand and held it, warily, at the ready. Ze might've been foolish, and well aware of that, but that didn't need to mean stupid or unaware.Lithiasaur larimar, instantly filled with the vicious desire to troll as hard as possible:
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2023 8:54 am
Daekie Old Painite's answer to all problems: stab it? stab it.
It was all too exhausting already.
She did find her own anger rising, taking a step toward Larimar.
"Do you think this is a suggestion? I'm not giving you a choice, and I can show you the swift punishment for ignoring it all too happily. I'm not grossed out by you munching on starseeds with the same mental prowess as a paint can huffer, but I can put that energy to an actual use. Even if you were dying from, I don't know, several stab wounds, I wouldn't waste a starseed to heal you. So give it to me now, or I'll remove it from you. And the other one, while I'm at it."
It had been so long since she hurt anyone on purpose, she almost felt excited. Her spear pulsed with its ingrained magic, almost forgotten in its age and disuse. A stab from it would hurt, more than it had any business hurting, even for a sharp spear. The old runes, etched in innumerable victim's blood, glowed faintly.
There were many reasons her name was Painite, after all.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2023 6:55 pm
"Wow," Larimar said, and then "wow, wowwww," in the tone of someone who was too busy being incredulous at how ze'd just been insulted to get any angrier. Whatever. Whatever. She could talk her s**t all she wanted, it didn't matter, it didn't, it didn't--
It mattered. It mattered. It hit home, which was why it mattered, and it was pissing zem off.
The smartest thing to do would've been to leave. To acquiesce to her demands, hand over the starseed, and go home. She had a spear, and if she was a General, she knew how to use it. But it was the same sort of feeling that'd overtaken zem when meeting the flower Senshi, last year: that malicious, reckless, thing eating zem up from the inside. Something the Negaverse usually encouraged.
"No," Larimar decided, succinctly, and ze dove at Painite, blade out. Ze didn't have to kill her, right? Just make her decide to cut her losses. Easy. Easy. Ze could do that, no loss incurred.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2023 8:49 am
Painite was surprised when the other Nega made the decision for them both, as she had been debating her own options. Out right attacking another Chaos Officer over a starseed would be easily reported, but it seemed this one had a particular issue that needed to be kept hidden or downplayed. That worked in Painite's favor, as she was now on more even footing as far as dubious morals and confused goals went.
Good. Thankfully, there were always plenty of people out there more, or at least just as, messed up as she was. Even if it was in very different ways.
It all came back to her in a fraction of a moment. Her eyes lit up, a grin even threatened to break through her dour, determined expression. She moved on instinct, like liquid through a pipe. She knew where to go without question, without hesitance, eyes on her opponent rather than the blade. Arms were more telling. Eyes betrayed everything. Painite used to read them like books, and even if she had not allowed herself to do it in so long, her own spear had never dulled.
She side stepped, sticking the bottom of her spear out in an effort to trip Larimar. Whether she did or not, if the tiny trap was stepped over, she was already following through, teleporting to Larimar's opposite side, stabbing her spear toward her would-be compatriot's rib cage.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2023 2:34 pm
Okay! Alright! Maybe, in the retrospective of twenty seconds later, Larimar was more willing to accept that engaging a General with a spear -- with more reach than ze had, and probably more experience, given ze didn't know her -- had been a bad idea! But that was the thing about hindsight: it was usually twenty-twenty, and it only kicked in once things had started going ******** downhill.
The last time Larimar remembered feeling it this acutely had been that flower Senshi. Asphodel? Whatever he'd been. The traitor. That had been over starseeds, too, so two made a pattern: getting called out over this and being threatened to stop hit a tender spot. Maybe it was something to work on? Whatever. That was a problem for future Larimar, who was ideally not at risk of being impaled or stabbed or generally ******** footwork -- ze didn't fight enough opponents who had actual weapons, that was the ******** problem with Knights and Senshi, any of the decent ones ended up being brawlers -- ze hadn't been worried about her tripping zem. Stupid mistake. Stupid. Larimar was already rolling away when ze hit the ground, not far enough to entirely avoid the spear but enough to not be impaled, although ze bit back a cry of pain.
It would hurt later. ******** later, even, it hurt now; even if she had only gotten maybe half the blade into zyr side, it was sort of hard to tell without stopping to check, ze'd still been <******** stabbed. "You b***h," Larimar said, incredulous, and couldn't quite muster the concentration to teleport. Instead, ze pushed up to zyr hands and knees, then just zyr knees, and summoned zyr dagger to hand and flung it at her as a distraction to cover zem standing back up again before taking a defensive step back.
Ideally it'd stab her, but things were generally not ideal. Larimar had good enough aim with it that she'd have to dodge, ze thought, but if -- if ze could just get one hit on her, one remotely satisfying hit, ze'd ******** right off to lick zyr wounds.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2023 3:05 pm
b***h? How rude.
Not that Painite was really offended, considering what was going on. Given the situation, she would have been just as upset if the roles were reversed. Not that she wished that on either of them, as they were both clearly going through some stuff that needed to be worked out. And she was knee deep in getting through all her baggage and garbage, it would be a shame to have to start over with a new set of problems.
She did know she could not really help this one. Whatever path they were on, they would be figuring it out the hard way no matter what. Which was a shame, and a bit of a waste, as even she could see potential despite drifting away from what used to make her so proud and determined. If the Negaverse were looking for good soldiers, as they always were, they could do worse.
She tried not to think about her own Lieutenant in that moment, though his stupid, friendly face did enter her mind.
"I get it, I do," she said, lifting her arm instead of dodging. She felt the sting of steel biting into her flesh, and the warmth of blood sliding down her skin. She watched Larimar coolly, "I hope you figure s**t out, kid. You're good. But the path you're on right now never ends in anything but black fire. But I'm not about to be your therapist, I know it wouldn't matter anyway. Get out of here before I change my mind about being nice."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2023 8:16 pm
"Die in a ******** hole," Larimar forced out through gritted teeth, one hand over the new hole in zyr side, and didn't even bother summoning zyr dagger back to hand before disappearing from sight between one blink and the next.Lithiasaur fin on yours! thank you for thread!
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2023 11:19 am
Daekie Copy thaaat. Sorry if it wasn't what you wanted/was too slow, but thank you for the RP!
Now, satisfied was not even part of the equation. She felt empty and drained, though she had plenty of physical energy left to give and could likely keep patrolling and searching for a starseed she could save. How did Camelot do this?
It seemed, to her, like helping only ever led to failure. Good intention, no matter how twisted the chaos inside her and all around her made it, fell short. She was unable to help anyone, whether they wanted her to or just simply needed her to. It felt hopeless.
And yet.
She turned, holding herself up a bit taller. She could no longer accept sitting back and doing nothing. Not when she knew she was capable, no matter how difficult it was, of at least making the attempt. It was all she had to hold on to. Maybe she could do something, anything, to help just one person.
Her steps felt leaden, but she turned and continued on.
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