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 Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2023 4:21 pm
[ takes place between these rps: [ x ] and [ x ] ]
Her fight with Ida of all people had gone about as well as anyone could have expected. She was a corrupt super senshi, Ida was... a transcended princess. Even if Ida didn't use her princess form, the glowing marks made it neigh impossible to get to her starseed. Mizuki hated it. How dare they have protection for their little sparks of life! Faustite needed those starseeds to keep living!
He wouldn't die, would he? No he... he couldn't. He couldn't die. Just because his youma side was trying to eat him didn't mean he'd die. Right?
Right.
She knocked gently on his office door, announcing her presence before stepping inside. Mizuki felt the heat of the room - of the walking furnace what was her father now - and it was nice change of pace from the cold harshness of the hallway out side. It was also kind of concerning but... She chose to ignore it for now.
"Hi, Faustite! I've some starseeds for you," she said, pulling a small bag from subspace and placed it on his desk. Inside were eight of the little jewels of energy - though all of them were civilian and not of knights or senshi. Those were... harder to come by.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2023 6:15 pm
When Mizuki invited herself in, Faustite was positioned with his side facing the desk. He was hunched over. His elbow was leveraged against the table like it was what kept him upright. He spat a last string of black into a teacup that sat in the bottom drawer of his desk.
When she entered, greeting him as cheerfully as was possible, he did not straighten. He coughed a last time, hard enough that his body nearly convulsed for it, and up came another thin strand of black to join the last one. Then he turned back toward her as he wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve.
"Mizuki," he greeted. His voice sounded raked over hot gravel. His attention lit on the small bag, more of a drawstring pouch, like it should be dice rattling around in there instead of starseeds. He reached out and grasped it as he looked at her. The weight in his hand was heftier than he expected.
"Lot of starseeds." His attention lingered on her a moment longer.
"Are you hurt?" To have come across so many was itself a feat, and no agent, regardless of skill, was completely free of the possibility of retaliation. Especially if there were powered starseeds present in that gift.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2023 6:30 pm
Mizuki did her best to not cringe at the coughing up of tar and black ichor. She tried her best to keep a bright smile on her face, a bright aura about her, and anything and everything cheerful. She tried to ignore how his voice sounded like rocks ground themselves in his throat. She tried to ignore the black streak on his sleeve.
It was getting worse.
Her smile faulted as he asked if she was hurt. "Nothing major. A few bruises from some unruly drunks and letchers, but that's it. They're... all civilian starseeds. I tried to bring you a senshi's but... she glowed and was more powerful than me and... I couldn't. I'm sorry..." she said, voice trailing off. Mizuki played with some of the lilacs on her skirt, glancing off to the side.
Something tried to lodge itself in her chest and she forced it away. For her father's sake, she had to keep moral up. She had to.
She had to.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2023 6:59 pm
Civilian starseeds or senshi starseeds, they all ate the same. Lives had energy bound to them, and Faustite needed that energy to preserve his own life. Were he the sort of sentimental that values all life for the possibilities it holds, he supposed he would have taken great issue with Mizuki's offerings. Instead he nodded, and gave his quiet thanks.
"Brave of you to —" He cut himself off with an erupted cough that lasted a handful of seconds. "— take on an Eternal. Proud of you for trying. For getting all of these." Even if it put her at risk.
That's why his request had been sitting ill with him. Mizuki was terribly dependable for all manner of combat, even if she struggled with the nuances of being human, just like him. She did what she could, and what she could do with little effort was murder. For exactly that reason, Faustite's request was particularly suited to her skillset.
But by asking, he was putting them at risk for such a low reward. If one of them had to claw their way back from death just so Faustite could have another day of sitting on his a** and pretending to work at his desk? Faustite hated the idea. They deserved better.
He would have to make it up to them by surviving this, one way or another. Even if he had to settle for an option he innately hated.
"Never got to hear about your promotion," he pointed out as he slipped one of the starseeds from the bag. The remainder clacked together like dice. He offered her one of the starseeds as a silent invitation to stay a minute longer to tell her side of her new outfit.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2023 9:16 pm
"I'd left a trail of bodies... and I was angry. Very angry," she said, idly playing with the starseed he offered her. Mizuki was... very good at killing people. Exceptionally so. She didn't feel anything when she did it, not really, and maybe that made her broken. She was wondering if she was broken. After all, how could she go from sobs to joy in a split second, that she could just... ignore the elephant in the room simply because she didn't feel like being sad.
She murdered for her General. And would do it again. And again. And again.
Maybe a little more inconspicuously though.
"It was a pretty quiet! Haybaby helped out. With all the treks into the Rift we've done, the Sovereigns thought I'd earned more power. Metallia provided, as you can see," she said, still playing with the little jewel of power. There was a question on her tongue, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to ask it.
She looked at Faustite and slid the starseed back to him. "Do you need anything else? I might be able to find you a walk in freezer to live in, if you think that'll help!" It wasn't the question Mizuki wanted to ask, but maybe... maybe it was best to keep ignoring the elephant trying to burn Faustite out from the inside.
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