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 Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2023 8:24 pm
Arsenolite was in a foul mood. Monoceros had just—up and ******** PURIFIED, after everything they'd been through! After all he'd done for his former brother! He spat on the ground angrily, marching through the city streets with such sheer anger rolling off him in waves that even the odd, stumbling drunk noticed and avoided him. Not that he cared to try and snatch up some starseeds tonight anyway. He kind of did, but he would never do it right, not like this. And though he wanted to be the worst kind of person tonight, vent his anger out, he refused to make someone die after beating the everloving s**t out of them. He knew he was scummy, but he wasn't that scummy, thank you. It was, perhaps, this attitude, blindness, really, he had to everything going on around him, just focused on his own inner turmoil and unable to even delight in frightening people, that caused him to miss the Order aura sneaking up on him. "Can't believe I ever thought I'd reconcile with that b***h," he muttered unfairly under his breath, knowing he'd hate himself later for the comment, but feeling momentarily gratified.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2023 11:48 pm
Dagon's eyes narrowed. She had been wandering across rooftops, tracking down a Negaverse Captain's aura, and when she found him, well.
She remembered him. Remembered his poor brother, too, and remembered that she owed him for their nasty little fight. Her eyes narrowed, and she considered--and then, she leapt off the rooftop and dropped herself directly in front of him.
"Captain," she said, and that was all the opening she needed before she swung her fist. No chance fro him to grab for his arrows and start shooting. No need for magic. Just a little violence to teach a firm lesson.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2023 12:32 am
He didn't have time to react, as (literally) spitting mad as he was. The punch knocked him off his feet and he skidded back. ********, that hurt! He sprang back up, gripping his bow in his hands like it was a baseball bat over his shoulder. "Dude, I was literally just walking here," he shouted angrily as he darted forward and swung the bow straight for Dagon's head. He didn't have time for any of this bullshit!
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2023 12:44 am
An angry opponent was an easy opponent. Dagon sidestepped the wild strike with his bow, and swept out her leg with the aim of knocking him off balance. This was almsot too easy--almost child's play, with how furious he was.
He'd been stronger than her, once. But they were on far more equal footing now.
"You are a murderer," she said, flatly, "and I do not brook with murderers." She wouldn't kill him. That brother of his--so soft, so kind. But she might aim to leave him unconscious so he couldn't take this towering rage out on any innocent civilians. Better that than letting him wander around as much as he liked.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2023 1:08 am
"Blah blah blah, all I hear is stupid ******** goodie-two-shoes bullshit," he thundered, growing more incensed as she knocked him off his feet for the second time. This time, instead of getting up, he kicked out with his feet at hers, trying to return the "favor" she'd done him. "If people didn't wanna die, they should just join our cause—to stop freaks like you from poisoning our planet!" he snarled. He started to get up, but something he said struck him suddenly, and he paused. A bad thing to do, but something sparked in his brain— Freaks, he'd said. A word he'd used to describe queer people just minding their own damn business before. Something that... had been very stark in becoming not cool even by his own shitty standards quite recently, due to talks he'd had with a couple of people. So if— No, no! He couldn't think that way! Why was this happening to him? He couldn't afford to start thinking stupid s**t about the goodie-two-shoes team that made him want to be sympathetic, made him want to think about p— NO! He snarled at himself, still forgetting he was in the middle of a fight.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2023 1:20 am
Dagon snarled right back, skipping around the kick and stomping her foot into the center of his chest. Every word out of his mouth made her blood boil. Arrogant, egotistical, violent--with not even a quarter of a clue how the universe really worked. Which power was the real poison, that corrupted and strangled worlds.
She dug her heel into his gut, enough, she hoped, to emphasize her point.
"It is Chaos that poisons worlds, you arrogant fool," she said, voice cold as the deepest depths of her planet's dead oceans, choked now with carcasses plant and animal alike. "Chaos that comes, that kills, that turned my home into a barren, empty wasteland! Chaos that took everything from me, and from everyone else that lived there! And you dare say that I am the freak, the monster, the danger to your Earth? It's you, and yours, and everything that your Negaverse stands for."
One last, firm kick. A cold gaze, as Dagon considered exactly what she wanted to do with the Captain, who was all but completely at her mercy. She could move her foot, step on his throat, end his miserable life. It would be so, so easy.
"I should kill you. End the threat you pose to this and every world. But one more corpse won't change anything, and I'd rather give you the chance to think about how utterly wrong you are."
She stepped off him. Turned away. Perhaps it was foolish to turn her back on an enemy, but she was fairly certain she was in no danger from him at that particular moment.
"Go, and be glad I've let you live. You're too deluded to be worth killing."
It probably wouldn't matter. Chaos brainwashed, stopped the ability to really think. But, well. She'd tried.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2023 1:28 am
He struggled to breathe as she bore down on him, heel directly in his solar plexus. Stars spotted in his eyes and he inhaled like a dying man (probably was one at that point) when she finally got off him. Chaos... killed her world? They'd probably done something to deserve it. That b***h was so ready to just fight him. He really was lucky she hadn't killed him, though... He coughed, inhaling deeply. He'd have to... he'd have to... He teleported back to Negaspace, to his office, and collapsed on his comfy chair to pass out in it. There was no way he was getting home in this state. Maybe Negaspace wasn't safe, with his swirling thoughts denying everything he'd ever known about Chaos, but it was his best bet of not getting murdered straight away, at least.
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