When Casablanca felt a Dark Mirror aura, she wrinkled her nose. Her experiences with the Court had been....mm, mixed, and when she approached and saw a familiar purple-and-seafoam fuku, she groaned.
"Not you again," she said, but she brandished her weapon anyway, pointing it at the Dark Mirror Senshi's back, and still feeling the rankling sting of being called a cop. A ******** cop! Her! Honestly, this dumb witch had no idea who she was or anything about her, but she still threw that around, just because Casablanca wouldn't let her drain people with impunity--ugh. Gross.
"You'd better not be out draining people, or I swear, I will hit you with this again."
It was an effective threat, probably. Or, at least, Casablanca certainly didn't want to get whacked in the face with a flag on a stick.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2023 2:09 am
The weather was nice tonight. A perfect summer evening, if anybody asked Lete about it. Not too humid, warm for sure but with a nice breeze to even things out, and the way that the breeze blew didn’t entirely mess up her book, either. Which was good, honestly, because she’d found this lightly secondhand copy of Mabel Maney’s Kiss The Girls And Make Them Spy at an out of the way little indie place in town. While she overall trusted it to hold itself together, you could never be entirely certain with used books, especially not with used paperbacks.
And if Lete felt especially protective of such a novel, well…… Personally, she didn’t think that anybody could have blamed her for that? Erotic lesbian pastiches of the James Bond franchise did not grow on trees. Jane Bond’s miscellaneous adventures of pretending to be her brother deserved to be enjoyed for a good long time……and ideally without any interruptions from the huffy, self-righteous voice that swished toward her and made Lete GROAN AUDIBLY.
“Do you sanctimonious White Moon jackasses ever get tired of being wrong,” she drawled, pointedly (pretending to stay) absorbed in her book. Sitting cross-legged on the picnic table, she tried to keep her mirrorshard hidden. Lete did, indeed, have a wraith running around in the park, but she’d very specifically told it to only take a little bit from each person it went at, and hopefully, it wouldn’t come back until she made the jumped-up flag b***h in the weird pastels ******** off. “Honestly, with the way you all love carrying on and making assumptions? One might question your upbringing.”
Casablanca smakced her staff into the ground, and leaned against it, frowning. Her free hand rested on her hip, and she thought, to herself, that she made the picture of sassy, I'm-not-taking-your-s**t coolness. Maybe if she radiated that aura successfully enough, it would become an actual true thing, and Lete would have to pay attention and acknowledge her properly, dammit.
"Am I wrong? Because All I sad was that you had better not be draining people, so if you aren't, we don't have a problem. But if you are, we totally do." It was simple, really, as far as Casablanca saw it. "I don't care what you tell yourself to justify it, I'm not gonna let you exploit people's energy for whatever...weird...thing you Mirror jerks are doing with it."
Did she know where any drained energy went? Well, no, not really.But it didn't matter. Chaos was bad and dangerous and hurt people, therefore they needed to be stopped.
amorremanet
Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2023 2:27 am
There was no such thing as a Cool White Moon Knight, as far as Lete cared to be aware. Cool White Moon Senshi were already few and far between—meaning: Demeter was cool, and Urania from the lantern festival had been pretty decent, and maybe Murikabushi’s weird space-wolf-but-not-exactly-a-wolf friend had not actually been trying to attack Lete any, and everyone else could go choke (especially the weird redhead who’d apparently betrayed the Court)—but Knights were a whole other bucket of monkeys, and literally who cared about them because none of them were cool. Frankly, Knights all deserved to get ignored more often.
When Lete did look up, she pointedly avoided looking at What’s-Her-Face, because that would have undermined Lete’s point, which was true, and accurate, and entirely valid, thank you very much. “Yeah, your accusation wasn’t exactly subtle there, hermanita,” she said with a huff. Maybe if she pretended to be looking around, she could distract the little knight enough to hit her with some magic before the wraith got back. “You people don’t even know what you’re talking about, but you looooove to condemn everybody in the Court for just existing. You’d probably do your stupid little ‘color-guard but give it some of that ultra-violence’ routine with Murikabushi and he’s the biggest doe-eyed, bleeding-heart sap anybody could ever meet in their lives. Honestly, he oughta be your team’s ******** problem, for all the whining he does about why real space is better than Mirrorspace—as if Mirrorspace doesn’t let you make literally anything that you could possibly want.”
Did the pastel jerk knight know Murikabushi? Did it matter? No, not really. In fact, her NOT knowing Lete’s pain-in-the-a** hermano might’ve even been better for Lete’s purposes. Help get the b***h confused.
Casablanca rolled her eyes. Honestly, how stupid did this Senshi think she was? "Very," clearly, was the answer, since she sure was trying to act like Casablanca wasn't totally right. Like, really.
"If you were actually just hanging out, reading," Casablanca said, "you'd just say that. But instead you're acting like I'm stupid and don't know what I'm talking about, and invoking some other person I don't even ******** know, and you are super obviously totally draining people, aren't you." She shifted, changing her grip on her flag-staff, and then brought it up.
"Leave. Go home, or wherever you Mirror creeps hang out. This is your last chance before I make you leave."
amorremanet
Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2023 3:52 pm
Hmm. This wasn’t entirely going the way that Lete wanted as far as getting the girl distracted went. But the little Knight was so high-and-mighty on her own self-righteousness that maybe it would accomplish the same thing. Shrugging and making a hmph sound, Lete pretended to turn back to her book—while tracing the other hand through the air, loosely following the curves of the Knight’s face. Almost lazily (but only almost because Lete cared too much about making the little Knight think that She Did Not Care), Lete tossed out the incantation: “Sensory Decadence!”
Noir Songbird
For one enemy within 10 feet, the world around them seems to erupt in decadent sensation. The enemy is subjected to an onslaught of their five senses. Colors seem brighter, bolder, clearer, and more vivid. Even pale shades/pastels seem vibrant. Whites seem to glare like fluorescent lights while dark shades and blacks seem unfathomably deep. Their other senses are likewise overwhelmed: any tastes around them or in their mouths are magnified by a power of ten, any sounds they can hear feel as if the volume’s turned up to ear-splitting levels, anything that makes contact with their skin feels heavy and oppressive, and any nearby scents might as well be right inside their noses. Although this may initially feel pleasurable, such decadence soon begins to hurt. While distracting, this sensory overload does no physical damage and enemies can still act, if they can stomach the overwhelm.
This attack lasts for 25 seconds, and Lete may use it three times per battle. Any lingering effects of the sensory overload after the attack ends are up to individual players!
Okay, so this Dark Mirror brat obviously wasn't going to listen. Casablanca brought back her staff, winding up her swing--
And then the magic impacted her, and the world exploded. Her staff slipped from her hands as she brought them up to grip her head, aching under the sudden onslaught of scent and color, and the sound was as loud as gunshots when it clattered to the ground. When she collapsed to her knees under the onslaught, the sensation of hitting the ground felt magnified ten thousandfold, and she wanted to scream, but she knew it would jsut hurt more.
If the Senshi left, Casablanca would have had no idea. Her eyes were squeezed shut, hands pressed over her ears, in a desperate attempt to block out the overwhelming sensation of existing under the effects of Lete's magic.
amorremanet
Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2023 8:32 pm
Oh, Lete liked it when her magic actually decided to go off properly instead of punching her in the face like an a*****e. Double fortunately, Lete’s wraith came back to her—all full of tasty energy and looking like a little bunny with a unicorn horn—right as the Knight’s eyes slipped shut. Once it had slunk back into the Mirrorshard, Lete deposited that and her book back into her subspace and snickered. Why not kick the b***h while she was down.
“TTFN, hermana,” Lete snapped at her, more than a little unnecessarily loudly. “Ta-ta for noooow~”
