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 Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2023 10:40 pm
Vesuvianite felt more confident in himself lately. He'd done a lot of draining without running into anyone from the White Moon, and he was feeling pretty darn good about themself. They could totally do this! They really wanted to impress his general, and... His face flushed as he thought of that other general—the one on fire. They rubbed their red face, trying to calm down from the thoughts that had suddenly run up on him. Ahh!! It's not their fault that that General... What's-His-Name... Frosbite? No, that wouldn't make sense, not when he was literally on fire... unless that was the joke? Eh, whatever, fire-general, he was hot! Okay!! And Vesuvianite was only human, attracted to extremely hot men!! He sighed, though, trying to push the thoughts away. He couldn't afford to be distracted, not right now. Not when they were so close to reaching their energy quota for the week, nice and early, too! They caught a drunk guy by himself in the park, and Vesuviniate grinned. Excellent.He moved forward, reaching out for other auras first before allowing himself to begin the drain, whispering soothing sweet nothings into the drunkard's ear and laying the person gently down on the bench. Not too bad, he thought, storing the energy. Huh... the drunk could probably spare more, right? ...Or even a starseed. A civillain's starseed was nothing to be proud of these days, really, but he needed his own stores of emergency starseeds. He took a deep breath and plunged his hand into the drunk's chest, making a face. Oh, that felt so weird. Like he was stealing the drunk's very heart from him. In some kind of creepy ghost manner. Well, they needed it, so it didn't really matter, and they pulled the starseed out, turning it over in their hands to admire it. It was pretty, for one that belonged to someone who let themselves get drunk in public like this, nighttime or not. "Cool."
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2023 10:55 pm
Izanami did not relish picking on Lieutenants. It did not make her feel big, or strong; it made her feel like a bully, like the ones who had mocked her for her interests, for her looks, for anything they could get their grubby hands on when she was younger. Like the ones who had rolled their eyes and excluded her later, because she was too "weird." Worked too hard.
Like...well, honestly, mostly, it made her feel like she was turning into her father. Picking on someone weaker than her, who couldn't fight back, the way he screamed at interns and underlings and--
Izanami swallowed, uncomfortably, forcibly diverting her thoughts away from that. Anyway, he mostly only yelled at weork, these days. And he didn't hire many interns anymore, not when he had her, willing to stand and take his screaming and still do whatever job he required to perfection. Certainly there was never any praise offered, not really, but the fact that he hadn't fired and replaced her spoke, to her, that she was doing well enough for him. And at home, if he was screaming at her, he wasn't screaming at okaa-san or at Himiko, and that was what really mattered.
And really, that wasn't the point. Of anything. The point was that Izanami did not like picking on Lieutenants, because she was much stronger than them and had actually useful magic to their piddly toy weapons. The problem was, sometimes a Lieutenant did something so monumentally stupid that she had to intervene.
In this case, she really had just meant to pause a moment on the rooftop, glance down, and see if anything untoward was happening, and then move on. But there was, unfortunately, very much sometihng untoward happening, and so...well, her only choice was to leap down and intervene.
Because that was a starseed in that young man's hand, and Izanami could not allow a murder to happen before her very eyes. Not without at least trying to intervene to stop it.
"Put that back," she said, her voice a dangerous warning, "or you will very much regret it, I can promise you that."
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2023 11:19 pm
The White Moon aura suddenly flaring near him and dropping next to him startled him enough that he nearly dropped the starseed, panicking as it bounced off his fingers a couple times before he managed to clasp his hands around it once more and hold it safely in his palms. Augh, couldn't these guys just lay off? And they were so scary!! Plus... He shivered as he looked her over, shrinking back. Her aura radiated power, power stronger than him. As a senshi, this woman had magic and could easily kick his a**. His stupid little plastic chisel would do nothing to help him in this situation. He swallowed heavily. "I—I need it," he said, sounding feeble even to their own ears. "I just... I need it." She didn't need to hear their fumbling explanation—because explanations didn't appear to matter. Not to people like this.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2023 11:23 pm
Izanami narrowed her eyes. The way he was talking--it almost reminded her of an addict, protecting his stash. But even if that was the case, she couldn't allow him to murder someone for it.
"Whatever you need it for," she said, "is it really worth a human life? Because I think not." Nothing was worth that. No matter who this poor civilian was, he deserved to get to wake up tomorrow. He deserved to get to go home to his family, or to have a chance to better himself. He deserved to live, not to be fuel for the Negaverse.
And the very suggestion that one person's need could be so great that it required the death of another made Izanami coldly furious.
"Cremation Pyre."
She had given the Lieutenant a single warning. She would not give another, nor would she give any quarter. Not to someone who intended to make himself a murderer.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2023 11:27 pm
Vesuvianite screamed—they dropped the starseed, fumbling for it once more, but it vanished back into the civillain's chest and they crumpled to the ground as the magic took hold. They felt—so much fire—and they couldn't handle it. Not one little bit. from the inside out, they burned. They shook. And when it was over, he ran home as fast as he could. He'd need to take care of these burns.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2023 11:28 pm
Good. It worked, and her magic drove the Lieutenant off. Izanami knelt next to the drunk, and when he came to, she helped him stand, and then smiled, patted his shoulder, and disappeared herself.
Hopefully he would think this all was some kind of hallucination or dream, and he wouldn't be too damaged for it.
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