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 Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2023 4:41 pm
Of all the choices available to him, Faustite hadn't hit the universities of late. He was loath to teleport into campus directly, for many of the students were more interested in distracting themselves than attending to work they didn't want to do, and were thus more likely to notice him and create a new headache for Infiltration to hold over his head. Faustite didn't want to be TikTok famous even as Eion; becoming a new sensation over social media for the simple reason of being caught on camera would only fuel his mounting irritation.
DCU qualified as a public campus, however; seamlessly integrated around it were myriad low-budget shops and restaurants, especially of a kind that would either serve alcohol or go well with alcohol. In these areas, Faustite was certain, no one would be paying attention to what went on above them. Most of those establishments were so loud on the inside that Faustite found them boring into his thoughts; he never had to worry about whether his footfalls would disturb the patrons therein.
College kids, even during the summer, were either drunk and stupid and pissing away their money, or bemoaning their cheap jobs that undervalued their labor. These were the faces of the future that the White Moon wanted to protect — people who would rather be balls deep in YouTube shorts or avoiding schoolwork than paying attention to the world around them.
As Faustite crossed rooftops into the thick of the district, however, he spotted a pair of youths who were sharing a ramen from across the street and sharing a bowl just the same. Too blitzed out of their minds to fully recognize and understand the danger that was approaching them, the one that faced him simply stared on in disbelief while Faustite reached into the back of the other one. She rubbed her chest once she felt the sharp pain, then slumped forward thereafter.
The other one had gotten as far as muttering an oh s**t before she was socked in the face and relieved of her starseed, just the same.noir songbird letting you know this is up!
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2023 8:51 pm
Per most accepted laws of the universe (or at least the general rules of late-stage American capitalism), Farbauti shouldn’t have been anywhere near the DCU campus today. He had the day off, so he didn’t need to visit his workplace for anything, and even in the event of him powering up, Farbauti could have just……patrolled in places other than the area around DCU. Any odd feelings of “Something Bad might happen if I don’t swing by” didn’t really matter, not in Destiny City. Bad Things happened in Destiny City all the time, so any of those emotions would inevitably prove right.
Watching over Nagisa’s from an alley across the street, Farbauti very badly wished that he’d stayed away from here.
Whoever the demonic-looking guy with the Negaverse aura was? Farbauti didn’t like the look of him. Didn’t like how powerful his aura felt, nor how his anger seemed to burn more than a forest fire. He didn’t like how the man-on-fire was, indeed, literally on fire, which presented Farbauti with an immediately on-hand visual comparison so he could verify: yes, the rage that Negaverse Hell-demon carried with him burned like fire, if not worse.
In a part of his mind that wanted to pretend none of this was happening, Farbauti couldn’t help but find it all extremely cinematic. From the right angle—a worm’s eye view subordinated shot like Orson Welles, maybe make it Dutch for extra emphasis on the demon-guy’s unearthliness?—you could’ve had an amazing shot.……
……of the demon-guy ripping out starseeds.
Starseeds that had once belonged to two regulars who Vanya recognized.…… He didn’t know their names or anything because he tried not to eavesdrop too openly while working and they usually paid cash, but they were so polite to the waitstaff and they always left a 25% tip. Even when they got carry out, they did that. Most customers seemed to think a 10% or 15% tip was acceptable for carry out.
Trembling, Farbauti bit his lip.… s**t. ********. First of all, they needed to get away from the other civilians. Most of him wanted very badly to run and hide……but it wasn’t what Daedalus would’ve done. It wasn’t what Asmodeus would’ve done. It wasn’t what Todd would’ve done.
There was a park nearby. Lots of wide open spaces. And the next alley over, between some comics, miniatures, and trading cards nerd store called Comic Relief and the (thankfully closed) Christian Science Reading Room on Farbauti’s right…… Its other end opened up right by said park. Maybe, if he could get the demon guy to chase him that way, they could get to the park without anybody else being in danger.
First thing was first, though: he needed to get Some ******** Guy’s attention.
Would’ve been significantly easier on the Internet, but since that wasn’t currently an option, Farbauti grabbed the heaviest Projectile-In-Waiting off the ground (a brick). He pushed himself out of the shadows in which he lingered and ran toward his workplace. Maybe he should’ve yelled or something instead of relying on his aura to do the trick? But Farbauti kept his mouth shut until he stopped shy of the sidewalk and hurled the brick at the Negaverse demon’s ********, what had Murikabushi said, the first night he’d gotten between Vanya and something nasty?
“Hey, b***h! You like starseeds? Come have a senshi’s!”
……The words all sounded correct, but Farbauti wanted to cringe regardless. Why did things like this sound stupid when he said them? They sounded cool when the Dark Mirror senshi said them!!
Ugh. He’d just……feel about it later. Right now, he needed to watch, and hope, and get ready to run.Strickenized Today of all days, he decides to remember he has a spine. [piteous crying umbreon emoji]
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2023 8:42 am
The brick struck him squarely in the jaw, drawing a graceless grunt from him. One of the stones in his hand skittered across the rooftop near one of the prone forms. The burning boy raised his free hand to trace where his jaw was hit, finding the skin scraped and hot, his jaw sorely pained. His free hand curled around the remaining starseed, then glowed a bright, molten red.
Few teeth felt loose, but he set his jaw regardless as he looked over the side for the dumbass who thought throwing a brick was a beneficial idea. Some brightly-colored thing with a head full of toothpaste and a waifish build. It would do; the bones snapped easier when they were thinner.
Snorting smoke, the youma General vanished thereafter. When he reappeared, he launched his molten-hot fist at the youth's chest, hoping to feel the other boy's sternum give beneath the impact. Would've been nice to pop some cartilage with the first strike, would've been nicer still just to feel meat under his fist. This one assumed the usual White Moon hubris as all the rest, picking on their betters and throwing insults where they had no grounds, but half the time, that was just spitting bravado to cover their own piss and fear.
Once they got into it, once the risk of death became apparent, they tended to sober up. Get honest. Or they'd decide it was worth dying if they went toe-to-toe with a General. Some did.
Those were the ones he wanted to find, but he'd take cowards and pretenders, too.amorremanet Conflagration ;; (Forgotten Spell)
Range: Point blank
Duration: Instantaneous
Use Count: Up to 3x
Effect: Lava veins glow from Faustite's affected fist and climb up his arm, growing fainter the farther up they go. Faustite's fist looks superheated to a bright orange. Once he punches something, the punch gains extra force and sears the target at the affected location (any lingering burns are up to the player). When the punch connects with something, a small fiery burst can be seen, indicating that the magic went off. Afterward, Faustite's hand and arm look their normal coal black color.
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