It was hard to keep up with the "nightlife" as a certain red head put it while raising two rowdy boys and being partially worried for her husband that was now apart of this life as well. Granted Palm can more than take care of himself, she still couldn't help but want to chew her nails anytime he went out on patrol without her. Hali would be with him most days and while that did ease her fear quite a bit, she knew there were just somethings from the Negaverse that can and have become the stuff of nightmares. She clenched her fist thinking about that dumb a** purple captain and the stupid wolf man that gave her that ugly scar on her abdomen. She hasn't seen either in a while but if she ever did, kicking them both in their non-existent ball sacks was the first thing on her mind.
Her musings stopped when she felt a familiar chaos signature near by, eyes rolling with contempt. Well, looks like her night was about to get exciting. Without a care in the world, she started walking towards that signature, the smaller sadistic streak in her increasing the closer came.
Shiningamisgirl
Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2023 12:34 am
Mother, god damn, ********. Of all the luck he could’ve had!!
“Not *Mu* again—“ Cryolite muttered under his breath to himself, grousing about how the pun was terrible, feeling that he should’ve been shot for it. Hell, he should’ve done any number of things, run, hid, scaled the nearest black-iron scaffolding of an unused fire escape and disappeared into the night.
He did none of those things though, and instead Cryolite let the aura encroach upon him at speed, even if the memory of it made some deeply internal part of himself flinch. It was rather hard to forget getting kicked into becoming a soprano octave singer for far longer than five seconds…
For what felt like an eternity, if the preceding ache that pain being a lesson should’ve reminded him of. He stood through it though, icy, resplendent, *just a little bit afraid*. He had chosen this though, hadn’t he? Had it all foist upon him in irreversible ways, inescapable ways!! The idea that this would be a wonderful chance to find his bearings again after recent turmoil in his own love life did not escape him, after all? Who better to test his recent promotion on than *this b***h*—
“Well, well, well, look Mu the cat dragged in…oh my god, no, that is too cliche and terrible to utter even for my own tastes. How are you doing lately? You absolutely irreputable piece of slag—-having fun on your own little inner city jaunt, maybe torturing puppies, waving white flags? I don’t honestly know what you get up to for kicks and giggles in your spare time.“ what he aimed for was a grin overflowing with confidence his strained whine of a voice didn’t hold, but even in his own face it felt like a grimace, a wince, a departure from his usually chilly and unbothered veneer.
He was not feeling this shot tonight—not being a super—not being one with the negaverse. He was, however, feeing like beating on something that wasn’t his own overwhelmed mind and sense of everything he loved gradually drifting away due to his own hapless folly.
Maybe it was a good thing she’d hunted him down?
Maybe getting my a** kicked is what I need—or—maybe I need a win? Destiny city didn’t discriminate against spontenaity, against miracles rising up and happening against all odds!!
His hair billowing in the breeze, Cryolite was willing to take a chance with the city’s quickness before he was going to start placing bets on him coming away unscathed from dealing with *her*.
Really? He had to start with the weird and cheesy pun? That actually got a bit of a snerk to come from the tiny senshi with a more louder guffaw happening at the string of insults Cryo decided to add in there. Her laughing begun to die down as she slowly got closer, "D'awwww Miss me that much 1800's?" Mu Arae's head tilted, indicating more curiousity than anything while she started to take in the new appearance that was a bit different from the poor thing who's a** she beat much earlier in time. "Well well look who got an upgrade!" Her eyes lit up in that aspect, at the sheet prospect of having a bit more of a challenge when fighting this pathetic excuse of space.
"You know, I dont torture puppies...Cryo Im a white moon, you know we dont do that!" She placed her hand over her heart in mock shock and horror, "Besides, Id rather just kick you around instead~ Dont you remember the fun we had last time?" She looked down, studying her boot idly, eyes quickly returning to his form "I do, specifically the time you cried like a liiiiitle b***h." Her mouth widened to a grin full of teeth, "In a hurry to feel my boot on your puny d**k again? Ill happily oblige~"
Shiningamisgirl
Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2024 7:26 pm
It shouldn't've pleased him to see her grin, but the way things were of late? He'd take an enemies smile at his own expense over the dourness of weather and happenings alike. He inclined his head like an answer, like that answer was the most bleach white and starch straight yes's unuttered in all of existence. He missed the 1800's he'd never gotten to experience on his own.
He missed the simplicity of a year ago, he missed being wholy human, ignorant, blissful. At least he liked to tell himself he did in moments like these where the universe conspired against quiet nights where he could commit base and bland 'evils' uninterrupted.
"Indeed I did--and I cannot tell if the cosmic tailor has a sense of humor or not. Is this more wizardly bath robe meets lingerie, or ice skater with a death wish? I've tried to poll the numbers, and all I've gotten for my expense is looks exactly like yours--" it was poor manners to turn his back on the enemy, but he did a slow turn nonetheless, let himself be admired beneath her mocking light-filled gaze.
Felt his own joy rise, falter, and narrowed his own eyes for the brazen comment that contained a loin-deep ache. Of course she had to bring that up! Of all his failing, flailing moments-- He witheld a deep sigh, but nott he urge to look her over as if hunting for the most delicate space in which to stab her, and mourning his own lacking of anything sharp with which to do it. Ode to the joy of senshi'ing! Phenomenal cosmic powers -- and an itty bitty energy space. All flash and flair, and him with not the bulk of training or strength of body beneath all his litheness with which to back any of that s**t up.
"I'm sure you would--My tears are as valuable as the rest of me. High dollar assets all around. Covetable, even. Sadly? That's not my particular 'kink'----" and there was room for pause even as he found a better stance, dug his fresher heels into the ground.
A pause, a snort of disgust, a roll of his eyes -- not even because of her this time.
"I know someone who would be into it though, I'll pass your number along to him. Tell him that you only torture cocksure idiots instead. It's Mu of what, again? Sadism? Bdsm?" As terrible with names as the person he imagined was? He knew he'd need a very apt description -- something to put in the database most likely.
"Listen, we will get one thing straight. I am soooo not about meeting any of your chaos friends." That one got a laugh out of her, "Its BRUTALITY dear, not sadism or bdsm. Just because youre into that doesn't mean you should project onto me love." Of course she would happily beat said friend's a** if that was the case, but she was not on the market and hasn't been for almost five years now. Either way, it was time to get this beat down going. Mu didn't even give any sort of hint before she charged, using her small stature to her advantage, she leaped up into the air towards Cryo with her feet directly pointed at his chest. Once she made contact, the effort to land on her feet was real and she stumbled a bit but recovered, rushing forward to straddle the downed senshi.
"I'm sorry, but you talk too much."
Her fingertips started to glow red, "This oughtta make things more interesting" She pressed her hand to his chest, then quickly rolled off of him into a better fighting stance.
Cruel Violence
In this beginning attack, Mu Arae has to get close enough to her opponent to touch them. When contact is made, a rage overcomes the target, clouding their mind with violent and aggressive thoughts. In this state, they cannot discern friend from foe. The target will not take risk into consideration as they only desire violent action. This attack will only last about 30 seconds, and can be used three times a fight.
Shiningamisgirl
Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2024 5:03 pm
He liked the chiding, the directness, and oh he wasn't much of a fighter -- he wasn't a creature like Albite, like Faustite. Like Mizuki. Like so many others both on and off the only team he knew who were wound like garrote, smiled with all of their teeth, laughed too loud.
Half feral fighters with an itch for action--
He liked books in his spare time, liked his civilian life to be kept exactly as separate as possible from this other, more fantastical one.
And yet? Playing with someone like Mu-- and it did feel more like a very dramatic play with consequences than an actual battle to the death, felt like someone teaching him lessons he was too willful to learn on his own. Teaching them to him the hard way, because that was the only way he'd come to accept them in this lifetime.
He could see the appeal. For all that he chided Albite his recklessness, the rest of them their threadbare tether on *sanity* -- her every insult, her bright laugh in the face of him being so non-threatening as to be laughable in the first place--
Yes, he could absolutely see the appeal.
"The universe dressed you like that and *I'm* the one projecting?" the scoff was short lived, the coy play with words and time with those words as she was suddenly in *motion* more practiced than him in spite of his chase of an upgrade -- of power to balance power and protect those he held dearest with it -- she was a small, quick, projectile.
A bullet in motion. He felt every hipsom inch and slight pound of her as his barely clothed back met pavement, as ice hissed at his heels, the urge to call on it. How that urge heightened, a how ******** dare she sort of rage; mindless, blinding, tinged with heat he found near unbearable where it coiled beneath the place she'd touched.
Mu of Brutality -- how ******** apt -- though the thought was lost along with whatever words wished to join them from his mouth. A snarl lived there instead. For being accosted so, for being *affected* -- there was no finding sense beneath the consuming miasma in his mind, as the snarl became a call to *ice*, ice to save, and cool, and kill!
He swiped at her brazenly even as the sublime shroud crackled to live over his prone form--
Sailor Scout Attack: "Sublime Shroud!"
Cryolite says the word, and his body temperature magically drops to below freezing. He is not affected by this, but anyone who comes in contact with him will feel as though they are touching dry ice and will feel as if they are suffering mild frostbite for as long as they are touching him, and for up to twenty seconds after they break contact. While he is channeling his magic, it will appear as if he is sublimating into a chilly, foggy vapor. The illusion of the cascading fog that bleeds off of Cryolite serves as a visual warning sign to any who can see it: it screams 'Super cold - Do not touch'.
No physical or lasting damage is done in this magic, only the very uncomfortable mental sensation of such. However, players can choose to sustain any lasting damage in the form of chills or up to mild frostbite.
Range: Touch/Grapple Duration: 30 Seconds Number of uses: 3 Number of targets: Whomever touches Cryolite
Of course he would leave her with that damned frostbite!
Mu looked at the taller senshi with a coy smile despite her hand hurting like a b***h. "What? Want to kick my a** baby Cryo?" She readied herself, all violence and none of the casual sass she usually had with him, "Come and do it. I'm sure your balls have recovered by now right? I didn't kick them too far up did I?" Egging him on wouldn't seem like the best idea, but she wanted to see what it was like to fight the senshi who's a** she beat all those months ago. Maybe he improved some how and would actually become something of a challenge to her especially now that they were evenly matched.
Shiningamisgirl
Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2024 12:38 pm
He would've found it funny before, her joke, the coy bit of back and forth banter that usually came easy as breathing, but all he could see now was red. His wounded pride nudged once more, his ego aching from a low blow of a distant hurt. It was oh so very cute, he wondered if Albite would like her? If he'd let her live because she seemed like such a fun time! Because he was ever of the fool hearted and easily entertained variety.
"Kick your a**?" the words curtly hummed. Finding himself no longer amused, and his body broiling hot even as his flesh iced over. He wanted her chapped lips to bleed and her skin to flake free like frozen bits of ash.
"No, I want to depose you--" the words hissed like a broken gas gauge, a leaking valve finally burst under pressure. Be cause he did want it this time! To bury her in the deepest, coldest part of the iciest tundra, where her terrible beauty would be forever preserved in the permafrost, eternally displayed! Like some wax-figure in a museum. A timeless warning to ward off all those who wanted to cross him so carelessly--
He'd not trained more, not gotten stronger by much, by enough--
Not in any traditional sense of the word, not that his magic seemed to care. The desire to tear her from her high horse and humble her, amplified by the magic she'd touched him with, was more than enough with the way he snarled the words of his next move. They came easily, like he was reciting some well known bit of lawful logic that'd been all but beaten into him---words he could say waking--asleep--from the depths of a godamned coma...
He let the frost that coated his body become *more* even as he reached out to strike at her again with more force behind his balled fist.
Super Sailor Scout Attack: "
SublimeDeposition!" Cryolite says the word, and his body temperature magically drops to below freezing. He is not affected by this, but anyone who comes in contact with him will feel as though they are touching dry ice and will feel as if they are suffering mild frostbite for as long as they are touching him, and for up to twenty seconds after they break contact. While he is channeling his magic, it will appear as if he is sublimating into a chilly, foggy vapor. The illusion of the cascading fog will billow off of Cryolite and spread in a ten foot radius of wherever he moves. Anyone who passes through this vapor will feel as if ice crystals are beginning to grow on their skin; the air is so cold that players stuck in the fog may freeze up and have difficulties moving, panic from the sudden flash freeze, or have breathing difficulties that result in coughing and choking from the severe cold.
No physical or lasting damage is done in this magic, only the very uncomfortable mental sensation of such. However, players can choose to sustain any lasting damage in the form of chills or up to mild frostbite.
AOE Range: 10 Feet from him Duration: 30 Seconds Number of uses: 2 Number of targets: All enemies within the AOE
Mu was well aware that there are consequences whenever she uses her powers against someone. But in her defense, what was the point of being a senshi if she couldn't use the powers she was gifted with? (she wasnt counting the fact that her powers used to scare her when she was younger)Mu wasnt really affected by the callous words Cryo chose to use, but she was affected by the fog that radiated out from him, barely able to move like she wanted to. The fist coming her way collided with her shoulder, sending her flying back a couple of feet.
At least it was out of that damned foggy circle.
Mu stood back up, shaking her body out like she was trying to get rid of some moisture, hissing at the pain in her shoulder. "Good one Cryo-boy!" She decided to play keep away from the senshi till he came back to his senses, dancing around the circle with her fists at the ready. Once her power wore off she had plans to see if that brutal feeling remained within the senshi before her or if it would dissipate.
Shiningamisgirl
Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2024 10:11 pm
He felt like he could breathe, icily, shallowly. Inhaled air so cold it burned his own lungs, and exhaled frost laden puffs on the offset.
It was fine— He told himself as the rage burned raw and ragged, as the heat of that coursed through his veins, made him shiver against his own cold.
Everything will be fine— And he tasted the lie in his own mind, that bitter, lacking falsehood. Felt it sour, unspoken on his tongue, even as he followed with his eyes after where he’d watched her sprawl, stand, move from—
Felt it all and stood, got to his spindly, slender heeled feet. And strode after her with purpose—
A world of white whipped up around him, left him as the eye of the storm, and all he could think in the strange addled red of his mind, was how damn angry he was. At Fulgurite, at Mu, at Albite, at the world! The injustice of it all. And wanting others to die was not a new feeling to experience— But wanting to be the one to kill said people?! That was new to him, startlingly so. A struggle of a thing and he railed against it even as he dug his heels in and charged Mu recklessly— All her tease lost in the magic-born winter-wind that whipped his hair behind him, and he wondered what would give first? His magic, hers? If he could hit her hard enough to take her down…
If he’d actually be able to go through with putting an end to this all once he did. Thoughts for later, as his prowl became a run, as he threw himself at her recklessly — not a single other thought in his head that wasn’t driven by the magic before him.
