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 Posted: Mon May 29, 2023 3:52 pm
"Oh, hey!" said Nectaris to the blue haired Eternal that she'd kinda ended up running away from the other week, at the whole bank fiasco. She was bouncing up on her toes, voice at almost maximum chipper levels to hide the fact that her head was very much spinning from everything. Like, specifically the fact that Fulgurite's life was falling apart and it was probably her fault. This person didn't need to know about any of that, though! "Sorry we didn't get to talk much before. I was just kinda worried that my face was gonna get burned off, y'know?" Or that she was gonna really start crying, which, when she was talking to a former friend who she had to impress, would've been almost as bad. "I didn't get a chance to tell you that you're super pretty," which was not an exaggeration at all, like, what? "Or that I'm still willing to be your friend, if you want."
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2023 10:17 pm
"Um," Chrysocolla said. She didn't sound like anything as much as she sounded uncertain and confused, which was turning out to be a common tone of voice for her lately. She just kind of let it hang there for a moment as she took Sylvite in, frozen mid-step for a few seconds before she recentered herself.
And that was just in her head. It was okay if she didn't call her Nectaris, right? It didn't feel right. Seeing her in anything but black also didn't feel right. She'd worn black for years. They both had. She wasn't going to call her Sylvite out loud, that was probably a quick way to ruin the conversation, but in her head it was... safe, maybe.
Sylvite looked pretty okay. Healthy, probably, not like Chrysocolla was the best at judging that from a glance. Not mauled or visibly scarred or visibly burned. So unless she had access to some really good healing magic, which was possible, given she was probably Ganymede's friend and who knew what random Princesses had access to at any given time, nobody had come after her and managed to hurt her in a way that'd stuck.
"It's okay," she said, and then "he does that, it's the worst," and didn't even have to make up any of the mad indignation in her voice at that. ******** Faustite. One of these days he was probably going to get the idea he could try and burn her face off for insubordination or something, which was really going to suck if it ever happened. There were more pressing things than Faustite, though. "I, um. Thank you. You too." Focus! Focus. Just because a pretty girl she really liked had told her she was pretty didn't mean she could just get blushing and bashful. More than she needed anything else right now, she needed Sylvite to like her again, and she wasn't sixteen anymore and that easy to distract with the promise of a compliment.
Usually. Sometimes she was not a perfect model of restraint, but who was? It wasn't as if she got complemented all the time, or even that much at all. But - focus. Priorities. Okay.
And then she sighed. "You really don't remember me, right?" Chrysocolla had already come to terms with that, mostly, but letting a curl of wistful sadness in her voice seemed like a smart option here. What was she feeling? Analyze, understand, dissect it. Her eyes were lavender and peach; then they were tea-green and mint, faceted shine, colors shifting; she reached up and pushed a stray curl out of her face, shaking her head. "Sorry. You probably get that a lot. I mean, I do still want to be your friend, it's just..."
It was a lot of things. None of them were things Chrysocolla was going to let stop her, but it was still a lot of things, including the fact she should probably be grabbing Nectaris (Sylvite) by the wrist while her guard was down and dragging her to Laurelite. Oh well. If she'd known she should be doing it for this long with Kerberos and had never felt particularly interested in it, she could do it with Sylvite, too.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2023 6:24 pm
Nectaris had already been interested in this girl, but just like that it was like a switch flipped and all of her attention was sucked away from whatever else might have been happening in the world around her,and it was all a hundred percent on the girl's eyes. She didn't even talk, and, like, that was a whole thing in itself, 'cause Nikki had a lot to say here, so much, but all that was gonna wait because she was pretty sure that her eyes had been pinkish purple like a second ago, and now they were green. "Your eyes changed color," she said, quietly, in case it was some big secret, but all that energy was still buzzing right under the skin. The energy didn't even go away when the question of what she'd forgot came up, and that was something, 'cause that was always a little bit of a bummer to talk about, and she didn't stop watching the corrupt's face, either. "It's not just you. I basically forgot everything. More than a lot of people who purify." She puffed out her cheeks. It wasn't quite everything, now, since, like, she was remembering things here and there these days, but it was all snippets of college classes and work, no magical war stuff that might give her hints about who was gonna wanna kill her and who didn't. "Like, I was in this alleyway with a monster and this guy ofered to make me stronger and put his hand in my chest, and then it was seven years later and I was on the moon? It was wild, and-" looking at this senshi made something feel weird in Nikki's chest, and maybe it was just the way that she was looking at her, but it was like she could feel the blank space where her memories should've been. She knew there was supposed to be something there, but there was nothing she could do about it. "I'm sorry?" she said, voice pitching higher. Not that she was sorry for being a traitor, that was worth it, it was worth it, but it was also weird, all the people she kept finding that she'd left behind in one way or another.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2023 7:27 pm
"They do that," Chrysocolla said, suppressing the nervous laugh that wanted to bubble out of her throat, and tried very resolutely to keep whatever she was feeling in a predictable shape. She wasn't very good at doing that, but it was always worth trying. Mostly that kept her eyes to tea green and mint and spring, shifting less as her feelings settled, gem-glittering. "It's... some old magic that rubbed off on me." Or that was her best guess, anyway, and the only thing that had made sense even still. She wasn't going to bother Laurelite to ask! Laurelite had bigger things to deal with than something that wasn't even hurting anyone.
But - "You don't need to be sorry," she rushed, almost tripping over herself, and that was no good but she didn't like hearing that tone in Sylvite's voice. She couldn't stand it. "It - happens. When you leave." When you turn traitor. When you abandon the Negaverse. "Sometimes people lose a lot." What did Chrysocolla have to back that up? Not much. Hearsay and whispers and gossip and rumors, and knowing in concept that in her own recruitment she'd lost everything she had, years ago, and the only pieces that had ever come back were hazy dreams and blurred faces. It sounded good, though, so those were the words that came out of her mouth.
And even if she couldn't ever get this in the database, because she'd have to explain how and where she got it, and this was hers, it would never be safe to share - Chrysocolla still had questions. Mild ones, generally. "When you say the moon, do you mean the moon?"
She'd never been to space, outside of Astraya. Sometimes she thought about it idly, but that was all; who would've taken her? Chrys wasn't an idiot. People probably only offered if they thought you were a turncoat risk. She could lie all she wanted, but unless someone ordered her to lie about that, she'd never pretend like she wanted to leave.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2023 4:11 pm
"Magic?" She might have been saying that like it meant it was something that wasn't that exciting, but she was absolutely, totally wrong. Nectaris bounced faster, still staring at the other girl's eyes even though they seemed to have settled on a color for a second there. "I've never met anyone with magic eyes before! That's, like, so cool! It's, like, special." Nectaris might have her moonglow magic, but she didn't have anything like that. She could have stared in admiration for, like, at least half an hour. She didn't wanna dwell too much right now on her memories, or what she'd lost. If that happened, she was liable to start crying, and it was probably bad for that to happen in front of someone from the Negaverse, even if that someone was kinda being really nice right now. The Moon was a safer subject. She loved the Moon! "Yeah!" she said, pointing up to the crescent visible in the sky. "That's where I purified, and that's the place that I, like, protect now. I'm a Moon Knight!" She pointed to her necklace with the matching crescent on it, the one that was easiest to find on her outfit. She grinned.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2023 8:53 am
It was nice, to have a girl she liked call her special, and she couldn't let herself get stuck on it because then she'd never get anything done. At least someone thought she was special. That was something she could hold close to her heart, even if it was stupid and childish and not fitting for someone like her. "I guess," Chrysocolla said, and didn't duck her head even though the impulse was there.
...The moon? In the sky? So the database had been right. That was tucked away like all that other info with a faint distaste. It'd been Albite or something, hadn't it? His writing had been so convoluted it'd given her a headache trying to understand it. But he'd labeled Sylvite Nectaris as 'of the Moon'.
She would've said it sounded nice and meant it, but it sounded just as impersonal as every other place a Knight could be from. What were they to her? Distant places and buildings and landscapes she'd never see, so it didn't really matter, did it? Still: "It sounds nice," Chrysocolla said, and sounded like she meant it. "What's it like?"stari_maga pronouncing moon with a lowercase m, as opposed to nectaris who pronounces it with an uppercase M
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2023 6:30 am
"It's so pretty," said Nikki, 'cause if some agent was gonna give her the chance to talk about the Moon, of course she was gonna make sure that she knew how great and awesome it was. "You can see Earth, in the sky. You can see the clouds, like, swirling over the oceans and everything. It's really cool. Plus, there's stars!" Even here, thousands of miles away, those stars reflected in Nectaris's eyes. "You can see the stars from here, kinda, but up there there's no pollution or, like, atmosphere I guess? It's a whole different experience." When she went up, she tended to get distracted looking at the sky. It meant her Wonder was still a whole mess, but she didn't know if she should say that. "The main part, the Capital, I guess, is kinda Greek looking buildings? Then my Wonder is the Sea of Nectar! It's got some of that going on, but also, like, stained glass and butterfly stuff? That's why I've got this going on," she said, and waved towards her cape.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2024 1:12 pm
"It really does sound nice," Chrysocolla said, a little wistful, and kept herself from saying it sounds like you. That wasn't even true, exactly? And it'd just reaffirm to SylvNectaris that Chrys was being weird about it, hung up on a girl who didn't exist anymore. (Veins of mint green, then acid green, then a dull burgundy that edged into magenta.)
Which she was, if she was going to be honest with herself, but she didn't want to be weird about it. You didn't get anywhere by being weird about it. That'd just make her leave, and then there wouldn't be any more meetings, and she didn't want that, so -- take a breath. Settle. (Peach, mint green, tea green, in flickering gradient. Chrysocolla didn't have to look in a mirror to get a general idea of what the colors were right now; she knew what she was feeling, she knew what she wanted. Probably she was all pastels right now. Which didn't look great with her uniform, but she couldn't exactly change her uniform, could she.)
"So the butterflies aren't just a your kind of Knight thing, they're a you thing? It's cool. I like it."
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2024 2:53 pm
This was going about as well as it could. The senshi wasn't being weird about the whole purification thing, and she even thought the moon was cool! Just that comment was enough to make Nectaris think that maybe she could try taking her up there sometime, to show her the sky and the Earth from a distance and all the beautiful things that came with not being trapped in evil. Her eyes were flickering and shifting faster now. Nikki was entranced. Maybe it wasn't polite to stare at someone like this, or to stand this close to a corrupt senshi, but she didn't care. Her eyes went pastel, which was so pretty. "The butterflies are a me thing," she said. "The pastels are a Moon thing, though. It's kinda like, neoclassical, but in an airy way." She bit her lip to keep from going art nerd on this fascinating stranger who wasn't quite a stranger. "I like your you things, too," she said instead. "Like, your fancy boots. Your little gems. Your magic eyes."
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2024 12:08 pm
"Thanks," Chrysocolla said, soft-voiced, and trapped one of the long curls that made up her bangs between two fingers, crossing them over and under and over and under - something to half-distract herself, because she had to have some composure. On some level this was motivated as infiltration, as for information; on the highest level it was because she missed her.
It probably wasn't a good habit for her to do this, especially alongside Kerberos, but if Metallia or Laurelite didn't like it they could let her know. She wasn't hurting anyone or hurting the cause. Wasn't she allowed to take a little time for herself to do something a little silly?
(She had a faint idea of what neoclassical meant, actually. Back when she'd still been Warhol, she'd done some studying on art and art history, trying to understand any commonality or thematics; sometimes the universe made weird decisions. But she hadn't thought about any of that in a long time. Maybe she'd think about it again, this week.)
"The eyes don't even match my uniform," Chrysocolla said, with a little self-deprecating laugh. "It would've been nice if it worked on that too, but then I'd probably look silly."
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