|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2023 3:31 pm
A serious downside to the whole “magical senshi of the Dark Mirror Court” thing: whoever had designed the position and its duties clearly did not have the usual schedule of a twenty-first century American college student in mind. Flirting with unfairly cute girls while on a patrol? Now, that was fun, Lete enjoyed it, and they would gladly continue doing the thing whenever opportunity presented itself.
But, alas, classes had resumed and come the morning, Gabi would need to turn in a reading response essay about the assignments for this session. On the plus, it only needed to be 2-3 pages, double-spaced, which was more than doable……but god, starting the semester off on Antonin Artaud’s The Theatre and Its Double? Certainly promised good things for the rest of the semester, sure, but trying to figure out how they wanted to respond to it.… Gabi didn’t rightly know.
Maybe patrols were meant to be more active, but Lete didn’t want to fail out of school or anything just because they’d wasted too much time on magical girl things. So instead, they’d set themself up on one of the picnic tables in a park not too far from campus. Cleared off of snow, it offered them a place to sit—namely, its surface, rather than one of the benches—and no one on the park seemed to look twice at Lete, despite the admittedly weird outfit and general air (that they hoped they conveyed) of magical nonsense and being Up To Something.
Good thing for Lete: going beneath the notice of the others in the park, meant that Lete could summon up a mirrorwraith and no one said anything. “Why don’t you go like, over there,” they told it, pointing at some meat-head frat bros throwing around a football. “They look like they’ve got lots of energy to spare, huh? Don’t knock them out or anything, just give them a pass or two. And if you’re still hungry after that, then……mmm, we’ll figure out who else looks good for you to drain, then? Sound good?”
Thankfully, the wraith nodded and flitted off through the shadows, heading for the football guys. Oh, Lete did so appreciate it when things worked out nicely for everybody. Not least since this meant they could read their book and work on ideas for a response essay.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2023 8:52 pm
This particular snowy evening saw Asmodeus wandering one of the parks that she knew damn well had plenty of magical activity. Lots of people experiencing strange fatigue. A mysterious death or two. And she'd personally found officers there before, and chased them off with a little bit of fire.
All in a day's work, and whatever. But since she'd run into Vanya, her old Court had been insistently on her mind, and so it almost seemed appropriate that she felt the twinge of a Dark Mirror Senshi, fairly close by.
She paused for a long moment to consider her course of action. But, finally, she decided to go see what was up--and it wasn't hard to pick out the magical girl, all in black, with her pretty trailing drape, seemingly focused on a book.
As casually as she could manage, Asmodeus sauntered over, dusted some snow off the end of the table, and hauled herself up.
"Looking busy tonight," she said, dryly. "Multitasking, huh? Sucking people's energy and getting some light reading done?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2023 9:07 pm
“Uh, yeah, it’s actually called ‘homework’ genius,” Lete drawled without looking up from her book. Truthfully, she’d had trouble focusing on the text since she’d felt the Order aura enter the park, but with the sole exception of Demeter—whose parents had clearly raised her right because she was honestly too sweet to be allowed, it just made you want to put her on top of a cupcake or something—Order senshi had proven to be Bad News for her, so far. A bunch of violent, grandstanding moralists with no class and no manners, who didn’t want to just let people vibe when they were perfectly minding their own business. “Does the White Moon have a problem with people doing homework? Or are all of you blessed enough to have no school, no jobs, and no cares in the world ever?”
None of which was the central point of the Order senshi’s complaint, and Lete realized that. But kinda high-key ******** her for wanting to swoop in and pick on someone who was just starting out when her aura radiated way more power than Lete’s did. Countless others in her ranks were just like her, too. Bunch of high school ******** bullies in cute outfits. So, Sailor ******** could cope and seethe with Lete’s strategic non-admission, regarding the energy her wraith was draining.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2023 10:34 pm
Ohhhh. Ohhh, this was a bratty one. Ugh, Asmodeus hated bratty ones. Probably a ******** teenager, or something, maybe early in her college career, annoying as hell, and generally here to make Asmodeus gaze into the middle distance and wonder why she ever dealt with people that were not her partners.
Blech.
"Not generally speaking," she said, "but I've got a problem with you letting your mirrorwraith suck people dry while you do it." She quirked an eyebrow. "Don't pretend you're not. If you weren't, you'd be doing that at home, or in a library, or otherwise not the ******** out here while you're powered up. So, who's it after? What poor innocent civilians are you harassing tonight? Or do you have some sob story for me about how your targets really aren't innocent at all, you swear? Because I've heard it all, cupcake, and I'm not impressed anymore."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2023 6:30 pm
It took a moment for exactly what this girl was saying to fully process—but once it did, Lete couldn’t help laughing. They started with some spluttery little sounds, tight and a tense as their brain tried to decide whether or not she was ******** joking? As it set in how serious she was, though, Lete gave up the pretense of reading, allowing their book to flop closed around their finger. Holding nothing back, they hyena-laughed until they toppled backwards onto the table.
“Oh, you’re funny,” they told the Order senshi, grinning as if up to something and holding their sides. “You got a side-hustle in standup comedy, hermana? Because, no fooling, you could hack it!”
Without getting up, Lete angled themself around so they could look in the vicinity of the Order senshi’s face. “Why would I pretend I’m not out here, doing my job? Like, that’s what the purpose of a job is, right? For you to do it? And well…?” The laughter was mostly subsiding—partly because Lete felt like telling this rude-a** chick “Oh wait, you’re serious, let me laugh even harder” would get them swiftly punched in the face and that sounded like A Whole Thing—but periodic giggles still escaped Lete’s mouth. “I’m a Dark Mirror Senshi. And when he took me to the Mirror, Tantalus said using wraiths to drain people for Mirrorspace was a big part of my job, now.
“And……” Quirking their shoulders, Lete made an aggressively non-committal, shrug-sounding kind of noise. “The ******** do I care what their backstories are? They’re just some frat boys from campus, and I told my wraith not to take too much or, like, kill them or anything, so where’s the fire?”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2023 12:33 am
Asmodeus blinked, at first, when the Dark Mirror started laughing. She wanted to be offended, but there was something about it that didn't quite rise to the level of offense--just left her rolling her eyes and gazing up at the sky like that would deliver her from obnoxious idiots.
"Yeah, yeah, yuk it up," she said, dryly. So cute, that she found the whole thing so funny. Clearly, whoever had brought her into the Mirror hadn't given her the idea that she ought to be afraid of doing what she was doing.
Asmodeus's eyes flickered over to the group of aforementioned frat boys, and she made a tiny, thoughtful noise.
"That's remarkably honest of you. I see no one has yet punched you in the face for sucking the life out of innocent people." Not that Asdmodeus was jumping straight to that--it'd feel unfair, tossing around someone weaker than her. "So you know what? I'll give you a free lesson. I'm being very charitable right now in telling you that a lot of people on my side don't agree at all with the whole 'draining people's energy for the glory of the Mirror' thing. Mostly because it's bullshit and it sucks. So get better at lying or get better at fighting, those are your two options."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2023 10:27 pm
Not that Lete needed Sailor Prissy b***h’s permission to enjoy herself about this, but hey, if the stuck-up tight-a** was going to sarcastically provide said permission, then far be it from Lete to not take full advantage by continuing to laugh. Honestly, it was a hilarious situation and Sailor Prissy b***h not realizing how funny it was only made it more so. Here she was, swaggering into Lete’s life like she knew literally anything and assuming that she’d be able to get Lete’s goat or start some kind of fight by making factually accurate statements that Lete had no reason to deny. Smug little White Moon bitches thought that existing while Dark Mirror was the same thing as murdering people with your bare hands anyway, so why bother trying to behave better about anything?
The sudden shift in tactics from Miss b***h, though? That did get Lete to shut up. Got her to sit up, furrow her brow, and frown at the b***h too, for that matter. “Bold of you to assume I can’t get punched in the face and live to laugh about it,” she said, wrinkling her nose like an exceptionally irritated bunny who thought it was really just unfair and rude of the person trying to call her out to also have such a technically cute face. “Anyway, what’s the point in lying when you all think you know everything about everybody and their intentions, so it’s fair game for you to act like you own the city, and you own all the parks, and you own having magical superpowers? All while you’ve got your fancy-a** resources up in space and the rest of us just have what we can cobble together out of dreams and duct tape?”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2023 10:41 pm
Asmodeus rolled her eyes. She wondered how long this one had been a Senshi--she couldn't be sure, of course, but something about her had the reek of "about five minutes, tops." There was a certainty to her that only came when you had either been in the war long enough or not nearly long enough, and she had the smugness and youthful brattitude that assured Asmodeus it was the latter.
"I only act like I think I know everything because I've been doing this for the better part of a decade," Asmodeus said, "and because I used to be Dark Mirror like you, and I know exactly what kind of excuses me and the people I knew in the Court made, back in the day." She shrugged. "Also? The space resources aren't that fancy. I've got the rusted remains of a steampunk city. But you, too, could have a planet all to yourself if you switched sides."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2023 12:01 am
Lete humphed, listening to this chick go on. Rolling her eyes probably didn’t help the image she was apparently cutting of some helpless little idiot who needed so much help and saving from the big, strong super senshi in the appallingly hideous white outfit with the glittery steampunk goggles on her goddamn head. But Lete did it anyway because, really, who did this feisty redhead think that she was fooling, acting like she gave a damn about anyone or anything but herself?
Well, since she couldn’t get any homework done around these parts, hardly any reason for Lete to stay.
“Uh huh, sure,” Lete deadpanned, hopping off her picnic table and depositing her book back into her subspace pocket. Humming, she stretched her arms over her head and worked a crick out of her back. “Traitors always want people to think that their way is the only way. The right way. The only way, even, or at least the only way that anybody can morally justify. Really, it’s for the best, they didn’t have a choice, they had to do this. Except it’s people running out on the Court who’ve helped put us in the ******** up, disempowered position we’re in these days—the one where white-uniformed bitches. like. you. think they’ve got all the right under the sun to attack us with impunity, even if we really aren’t doing anything except existing—so ‘scuze me if I’ll pass on the soulless ‘kumbayas’ and corporate knockoff Girl Scout Cookies.”
The sooner Lete ******** off out of here, the better. ******** this chick and her bullshit sales pitch. Some of us had to live in the real world.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
