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 Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2023 4:05 pm
When nothing of particular interest presented itself, Rakovanite was perfectly content to spend the early hours of the morning draining. It could be tedious and repetitive, and literally any of the Negaverse could do it with a moderate degree of success, but it didn’t seem inherently less valuable to him than spending his time stalking through the streets, seeking out an enemy that might not even be there. He was happy to contribute something, even if not always a dead knight.
This was generally a more peaceful, less intense practice, besides. He’d grown out of needing to be physically attached to someone to drain them, and even though a few yards was hardly a great distance, it was still enough space between him and his victims that they never had to see him. Ideal. He did not want to be perceived. If no one knew he was even out, that suited him just fine.
The woman he tailed was jogging a paved trail through the park with her earbuds in.
Bold for literally anyone in any part of the city, even in the higher end of town, as they were.
Rakovanite kept to the very periphery of the distance he could drain from, following the woman at her own pace, keeping to the deepest shadows the trees offered, and sticking to the grass just so she wouldn’t hear him over her music. She was alone, which seemed ever increasingly unwise a choice to make, but maybe she didn’t buy into all the monster rumors. Or maybe she was armed and figured herself to be capable enough. Rakovanite didn’t know. It wasn’t his business to care.
The little purply wisps trailed off her skin like water slipping down a window, pooling in Rakovanite’s hand while she seemed none the wiser. Slower, less steady in her steps, but otherwise unfaltering. Why would she think anything strange of it?
It was a slow gather. Both because Rakovanite didn’t want it to be jarring, and because she was only one woman. It would be more efficient to take from a group, significantly more expedient- but it would also be more conspicuous. He expected a handful of people would get suspicious and loud if some of their number started passing out on the spot. And finding one overtired woman in the park was less alarming than finding a whole pile of them locked in some building.
This was slower, but it was also quieter, more contained, more controlled. Rakovanite knew which he preferred.
The jogger had slowed considerably by this point, even pausing to double over, hands on her knees as she exhaled quick, heavy breaths. Even when she looked back, just checking if she was alone, Rakovanite wasn’t in her line of sight. She sucked in a deep breath, straightened, took a step- and crumpled to the ground as if she’d tripped. There was no screaming or scrabbling or begging, she just went down, and after a few more seconds of a steady pull of energy from her, she stayed there.
Rakovanite waited until she was completely down before he tentatively moved to her side. He gave her shoulder a very light shake, murmuring a quiet, “Do you need help?” Just on the off chance she was still conscious and would look up and see him.
She didn’t, and he was pleased with that.
He slid an arm behind her head and one beneath her legs. It was almost as soon as he stood with the woman in his arms that he felt an aura prickling to life at the edge of his senses. Some knight was in near enough proximity that he could feel them. So they could probably feel him too. Irrelevant, maybe. He’d already done what he set out to do.
He moved the jogger from the track, out of the way of anyone’s immediate notice, placing her on a nearby wrought iron bench. She didn’t look injured, didn’t look dead. She was just resting on a bench near the walking path. That’s what they were there for. It was barely even worth a passing glance, if anyone found her before she woke at all.
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2023 7:41 am
Oh, thought Pendour, when the that she was staring at became harder and harder to see, as the fingers of cirrus clouds turned gray, and then pink. She'd come out around midnight. Maybe she'd been lost in her thoughts, or maybe she'd dozed, curled up on a park bench the way that she was and waiting to see if anyone else was around. Now it was morning. She looked up towards the dawn with tired eyes, and thought that this was a sign to go home, to sleep a few hours before she tried to get some work done. This had happened a few times before, and Chaos tended to stop lurking so much around this side of day. The humans must have had their responsibilities. She wasn't sure what the youma did, not usually. Only, it didn't seem like things were quite ready to be quiet, on this particular morning. She felt an aura, a strong one. A General. Carefully, she uncurled her stiff knees from the bench and walked over to see who it was. She was half-expecting Faustite, since they kept crossing paths and she could see him keeping strange hours, but- "Oh," she breathed, at the purple-robed man she saw leaning over a woman in athletic wear. "I remember you." He hadn't been a General back then, but she remembered being nervous about the coolness in his eyes, and crying when she got home because of the threats he'd made, the implications about life. She hadn't like Sylvite back then either, though, and now Sylvite was Nectaris and slept upstairs from her, so she tried not to judge this one so quickly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2023 2:42 pm
It should have come as no surprise that the knight aura drew closer, rather than keep its distance. The evening had been quiet and uneventful with virtually nothing to bother taking note of. But in the cold light of morning, just as it was time to retire home, that was when the interruptions would occur. That was a knight's way, wasn't it? Ever sticking their noses in anyone's business who didn't agree with them, being inconvenient more than anything else. Rakovanite could leave without making anything more of the encounter. There was nothing stopping him, and he felt no compelling urge to humor a fight being brought to him.
The girl that wandered up to him did not appear to be immediately aggressive, though that meant nothing. Her words were soft, hardly louder than a breath. Looking wholly ethereal in a silken grown that trailed behind her like quietly lapping waves. Stark white hair spilling in loose rivulets down her back. Tanned skin that when tilted just right toward the dim morning light seemed to take on a glow of its own...
'I remember you.'
Rakovanite's gaze flicked from the softly shimmering scale pattern along the back of the girl's hand, up to her face. He would have remembered someone with those markings, would have remembered running into a transcendent knight.
"I apologize." He spoke no louder than she did, though his gaze was chilly and tone cutting. "I do not recognize..."
A transcendent Neptune knight. He'd seen one ever, years ago. One of the first knights he'd ever encountered. So new into his time with the Negaverse that he'd probably had no idea which planet her power resonated with until he'd gone out of his way to look it up later. The girl under the uniform had mostly fazed out of his memory. He didn't remember the white hair or tanned skin or mismatched eyes or even her name. Just 'Neptune knight.' And not even knight at the time, if he recalled correctly.
That was his first assignment with Livi too. The first time he'd met her.
All irrelevant things.
"What do you want," Rakovanite demanded quietly, trying to pick through whatever faded memories he had of this woman from half a decade ago.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2023 3:30 pm
If he did not remember her, this many years on, then that was okay. If he hadn't been an agent, Pendour maybe would not have remembered him, either, but she had an anxious habit of rolling images of agent's faces around in her head, of replaying conversations to herself, of wondering what she should have said differently to get through to them, or what she would say if she saw them again. Livie showing up in Ignacio's house had reminded her again of him, briefly. "I want a lot of things," she said, because that was the truth, and saying otherwise got agents agitated, sometimes. "But I'm not here to demand anything from you." Her ocarina was cupped in her palm, because she always carried it with her, but she wasn't holding it like she was about to use her magic. Maybe she should have been. He was a General, not whatever recruit he'd been before. She tried to give the benefit of the doubt, though, whenever she could. "I just felt your aura, that's all. I came to see what you were doing."
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2023 8:02 am
He should try to express patience with them. While it was no particular skill of his, Rakovanite did at least consider himself to not be reckless. Even though she held her weapon in her hand (unlike him, as he had no immediate need for his chakrams when all he was doing was draining), he didn't think she was much of a threat. Maybe if she was, he'd have remembered her better.
What would he do, besides make a mess, if he tried to kill her now, anyway? It wasn't like he could just pluck her starseed from her chest with those markings on her...
Rakovanite sighed, a tired sound of surrender as he stepped very slightly to the side, so that the Knight had an unobstructed view of the woman he'd laid on the bench. She was fine in every way that mattered: alive, breathing, heart beating, nothing missing. Though Rakovanite couldn't say how obvious that was. He gave a slight gesture with an open palm, an invitation if she felt like taking it. "Nothing that will not have mended itself in a handful of hours."
"And you?" He deliberately tried to keep the accusation out of his tone. "What were your plans now that you have 'seen what I was doing'?"
He couldn't think of any interaction he'd ever had with the White Moon where one of them interrupted any Negaverse task and didn't immediately blame, demand, accuse, guilt, attack, plead, reason. Whatever the Tactic of the Day was to Fight Evil. Rakovanite was just waiting for her spiel.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2023 6:42 am
Pendour took a step forwards to consider the woman on the park bench. Her eyes were closed, but she was still clearly breathing, and her cheeks were pink. She didn't look like she'd been starseeded. Was it moral to take someone's energy from them and leave them unconscious and alone on a chilly fall morning? No, but Pendour had seen far worse, and she still did everything in her power to see the people of the Negaverse as people, to not focus so much on the thievery and the murder that the Chaos convinced them was okay. She was rarely defensive, and she wasn't going to get that way because someone had been drained. "I think I will stay here for a while," she said, after a few seconds, gently. Whatever tension she carried about all of this, she buried it well. "Watch over her." Maybe she could bring her some food for when she woke up, some hot chocolate. Pendour couldn't be there for all of the Negaverse's victims, but after a lot of soul searching, she was trying to find the purpose in doing what she could, in being there when she could. "If you want, you can stay, and I can get to know you," she told him, "But I won't try to keep you here."
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2023 9:23 am
While the Knight studied his victim, Rakovanite regarded her now that she had drawn closer. At this distance, he could better see her eyes and the scar threaded through one eyebrow. He wished he could remember if it had been that way at their last encounter. He wished he could remember anything more than just that that moment in time existed. But he must not have felt it important enough at the time. Now she was Transcended. It was important enough.
"How tiresome," he murmured, staring at the civilian on the bench. Rakovanite hardly expected her to go anywhere, and he hardly expected anything else would come to harass her. She would probably rouse herself before the sun was even up. There wasn't reason for a Knight to spend more time with her.
It must be exhausting to worry so for any random stranger the Negaverse drained. He would never have the patience.
Rakovanite moved more to the side, standing toward the end of the bench, so that the girl could draw in closer without fear of crowding him. He expected neither of them particularly enjoyed the proximity. But he stayed just there, stiff, staring, arms folded, head tipped very slightly down. She probably would like it if he stayed. She could watch over this helpless woman and feel at ease knowing that he wasn't inflicting the same to anyone else. "I think it would suit my needs more to know that you," a Knight, "were here, instead of further impeding anything else I might need to do."
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2024 8:09 am
She heard him mutter about how watching over someone like this must be tiresome work, and she glanced back over to him for a moment, brows furrowed, before she looked back away. He was talking about her empathy, she thought. It was a burden, he was saying. She'd be lighter without it. He was so close to seeing the bigger picture, she thought. It was tiresome that people were constantly being drained and killed throughout the city streets for no reason save to feed Metallia's greed. It was tiresome for those who went out for a morning run and found themselves unconscious. It was tiresome for those who found their hopes and lives cut short, and tiresome for those left to mourn them. It was even tiresome for the agents who spent so much of their time and effort on this purpose. It was tiresome for those who tried to help and protect as well, but that was only a part of it. "Yes," she said simply. Maybe in time, she would help him figure out the rest of it. He was staying. Oh. She wasn't sure what he was so scared that she would do, but that was okay. She didn't mind the company, and if he was here it would mean he wasn't off draining more people. Maybe they could have that conversation now. "But it's work for you, too, isn't it? Getting up early to do this?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2024 8:09 am
A shrug.
“I have always risen early.” He couldn’t recall exactly when that had started- before he was old enough to leave the house on his own, surely- but since he was up and about, anyway, Rakovanite saw little reason now not to make himself useful. It was no inconvenience to him to drain every other morning or so. It wasn’t as if it was a chunk out of his time where he would be doing something else. He appreciated stability. Enjoyed repetition. Most people didn’t.
And what was the alternative…?
’There’s something wrong with you,’ was what a half-youma monster had said to him when he was completely unpowered, with no idea what was going on. They knew it, Rakovanite knew it, everyone knew it. Someone like Nataniel was never going to be anything but this; he wasn’t so stupid to believe otherwise.
“I was where she was, however long ago,” he admitted conversationally, giving a flippant gesture toward the jogger. Twice before, maybe? Or more? “It is only a little jarring. Hardly anything worse.”
He’d always risen early. And then sometime in high school, he’d taken up running. It was good for him. People were supposed to do things to make themselves healthier… Since he was a teenager, out jogging around the sleepy suburban neighborhood his parents had lived in for as long as he could remember. Not a single thing of interest had ever occurred there while he’d been out. Whatever he’d heard of any strange occurrences in Destiny City were easy to dismiss. Nothing had ever happened to him.
He’d entered the university, moved out on his own, and kept doing what he’d been doing. How was Nataniel supposed to know that he couldn’t just go jogging out in the city proper and expect not to be accosted?
Except it was a half-youma who caught him, threatened him, stole his energy, grabbed his starseed, hurt him. Even now, he couldn’t say exactly what all of that had accomplished… But certainly no one caught him when he fell or picked him up and set him out of the way. Certainly no one stayed to look after him. Rakovanite was being perfectly considerate, when he had little reason to be.
But in all honesty, he wasn’t sure he understood the value for either of them of standing here, watching some unconscious woman. It seemed statistically unlikely that any worse tragedies would befall her than what Rakovanite had already done, though he supposed some people were just particularly unlucky. “It is probably more hazardous for her to have us standing over her than it would be if we left her alone.” A Transcended’s aura was just a beacon for youma. And with he and her together? They would be lucky if no one else showed up to investigate why they were in such close proximity.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2024 4:11 pm
"You're a morning person?" That was something conversational, something that Sadie could latch onto. There was something a little more real about her soft-as-soft hint of a smile as she said, "See, that's impressive to me. I know I'm awake, too, but when I see this time of day, it's mostly when I haven't slept all night." Then it was back to the more serious thoughts, and she was silent for a few seconds again, staring at him with her good eye and blinking slowly. "I've been on the other side of it, too," she said. It hadn't been very often by the Negaverse, which was strange when her Transcendence marked her as a target for it/ She remembered when she'd offered to help the Velencyans demonstrate their draining crystals, and how it had been too much and she'd woken up next to Caedus under the stars. She'd asked him for a crystal of her own, afterwards, and that was still how she slept most nights, especially recently, with her mental health fragile again. "I know draining itself doesn't have to mean some awful experience, and I also know that there are ways to make it less jarring." It as part of why she sat with the woman, now. She knew that it was better when you didn't have to wake up alone. The General's threats on that didn't make her budge. If he tried to summon more people, she could take her to space or something. "Honestly," she said, gently, carefully, testing the waters, "It's more where the energy goes that I question."
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2024 10:34 am
“Not particularly.”
He derived no joy from the early hour and couldn’t think of anyone who actually liked the process of waking up regardless of what time it took place. It was just a habit of nearly a decade that he could barely even fathom how to change if he wanted to. But it was a necessity. There were less people around at 4AM than any other time. He preferred as few people were aware of his existence as possible.
It would probably be more lucrative to go out draining closer to midnight when the college crowd would be out enjoying their youth.
…But Nataniel didn’t know how to not fall asleep at 8PM, and he couldn’t imagine enjoying the change. “It is unhealthy to sacrifice a full night’s sleep.” Especially for this. His head canted pointedly to the stranger the night watched over. Rakovanite huffed softly, weight shifting as he glanced toward the dark sky.
“There is little benefit to going to the effort to make it ‘less jarring.’ Whether you sit with her until morning or not, she will still wake up after having passed out with little explanation. She will still be tired. You will not be able to give her any worthwhile explanation. She will know some stranger found her- saw her while she was vulnerable. I think I would find it kinder to wake up alone. It would be easier to dismiss if no one else knew about it. Or are you planning on keeping track of her, and anyone else you ever find, permanently?” Maybe this woman would get over it very quickly; she’d been brave enough to be out alone at this hour, so that seemed a reasonable indicator that she wasn’t as fragile as some.
But if she was brave enough to come out again, who was to say this would be the only time she found herself passed out in the park? “Or maybe having someone here to console her when she wakes will make her think it is safe and fine to roam the city at night… And the next time something finds her, she may not be so lucky that it is me. Or you.”
The point-
“What does your interference actually achieve?”
She hadn’t stopped Rakovanite from taking anything. So the energy was going wherever it was going regardless of her presence.
He was fairly certain the White Moon knew Negaspace existed: they’d attacked it, at one point, though that was before his time. People lived there because they weren’t welcome in Destiny City anymore. It made reasonable sense to him that their pseudo-world would need energy to function. It wasn’t a planet, it wasn’t a living thing. Something had to make it habitable for the people and creatures who were forced to live there.
“In some part, I expect it goes to those like me. Insignificant people unworthy of any celestial powers’ interest.” He gave a dismissive flick of fingers. There was nothing special about him; no secret power to be awakened by the right catalyst. The abilities he had must be fueled by something; Rakovanite couldn’t imagine getting them out of nothing. He didn’t expect to keep them for nothing in return. “Wherever else it goes is irrelevant to me.”
“Your world makes less sense,” he stated softly. “I know if I do this, I can feel significant, valuable. That seems like an adequate trade. Something for something.” Rakovanite stared ahead, expression blank and tone even. “You were just born that way. Your power grows from- what? Sitting on your decaying rock long enough? ...It is unnatural to grow something out of nothing.”
But no one else thought of it that way. They called Chaos the unnatural thing, for whatever reason.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2024 3:35 pm
Some of his logic was not incorrect, and yet, the more he spoke, the less inclined Pendour felt to leave. If he'd walked away, she might have left as well, a few minutes on his heels, if she thought that her presence might truly be jarring to the woman, or even if she thought that there was something somewhere else that she could do with herself that was more worthwhile. As it was, she almost felt herself growing heavier, growing rooted to the ground. Her gaze remained even, but she said, "You seem invested in my leaving." She did not put her refusal to move into words, but he would notice that she was not budging. Pendour might have been gentle. She might have been serene, and easygoing, but none of that meant that in the right situations, she was not stubborn. While she sat, she watched his face. It was interesting to hear that he felt insignificant, that Chaos was the only way that he could have power. It wasn't that it was an unfamiliar story. She'd heard it from Nectaris, talking about her life as Sylvite. She'd heard it from Murikabushi. She just hadn't been expecting him to open up while they had this stand off over the unconscious woman. When she spoke, though, it was to answer his thoughts about space. "It's not sitting on a rock," she told him, with a small shake of her head. "Maybe for senshi it's more like that. I've never asked exactly how it works for them, although I know they're the ones with the destinies, with the chosen starseeds. For us, for knights?" She stretched out her hands, glanced to the glowing scale marks that stretched over the back of her forearms. "It's more of a contract. We have an oath to serve our Wonders," and the Code, she supposed, "In exchange for this magic." She shifted slightly. "Some people see that as military service, but I see it as more of the sweat on your forehead, dirt under your fingernails kind." She'd loved her cove from the start, but it had taken time and work before she'd been able to just sit there, listening to the water, before she'd been able to find peace. "Pendour doesn't have native plants that are regrowing themselves the way some other places are. Everything that's there, I brought up from garden centers over the years. Trees. Flowers. Vegetables, and I go up often to tend them. I clean algae out of pipes. I found ancient remains and lay them to rest best I could. I taught myself plumbing to fix some of the waterworks, with a bit of help." The list of what she'd done and what she still had to do went on and on. "That's as least as honest of work as this," she waved at the woman behind them, "Isn't it." She could argue that it was more honest, but she would save that argument for later.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2024 9:56 am
He didn’t think he could be any more indifferent toward the fate of this random woman. He’d gotten what he wanted from her, and so long as she didn’t wake up pointing fingers at him specifically- which she shouldn’t; she hadn’t seen him- he didn’t care what happened to her. As much as he didn’t care what happened to this Knight. He supposed in an ideal world, she would simply disappear into the aether. But it was not an ideal world, and kindly helping her to disappear would be too troublesome this time.
Rakovanite glanced sharply to the girl, in contrast to the slow blink at her words, as if he might have been surprised by her suggestion, “I am not invested in anything you do.”
More like he didn’t understand what she did. He didn’t understand what any of her ilk did. Or why. Didn’t know what they got out of being in the way. “I suppose I am curious,” he admitted in a mumble, quiet as the breeze.
“I do not think it is the same thing as being ‘invested…’”
It shouldn’t be of interest. He lived with, loved, a man who valued significantly different aspects of existence than Nataniel did. For all the time they spent together, he didn’t completely understand Basyl’s motives, either. Just knew that he was a ‘good’ person, that probably shouldn’t be with Nataniel. Who was slightly less of a ‘good’ person by standards deemed acceptable by society. It would cause him exactly zero mental anguish to dispatch either of the women next to him right now. It wouldn’t bring him joy, but it wouldn’t hurt him. That wasn’t right. It was supposed to hurt.
’That’s because of the Chaos-‘
It wasn’t. He didn’t know how to explain that either.
Maybe Basyl’s continued endurance of him was because of Chaos (someone good feeling anything for someone not-good), but Nataniel wasn’t brave enough to ask and didn’t want anything to change. Selfish.
His eyes slipped shut, soft breath escaping his nose as he rubbed at the buckle against the back of his glove, just the slightest pressure at the back of his wrist. He gave a tight, singular shake of his head.
It was different.
Hers was not a choice- or it was in terms of what she wanted to do with it, he supposed. Her prerogative to decide if she wanted to bring plants and build pipes or do nothing at all. But not something she could say ’I want that’ and be given it. Rakovanite had said he wanted Chaos, and now he had it. His choice.
But the mechanics of her existence weren’t exactly what he was imagining, either. Calling it a ‘contract’ did appease at least a layer of his bias. This knight was at least someone who did want power and worked to be worthy of it. His expectation was mostly that their whole vibe was to do very little and be rewarded for it because that was what Destiny decreed. And for her to say that she was not part of that-
It did not ring completely true to him.
To say it was not her destiny to be this knight, no matter what she did with it… false.
Pendour. She’d said her wonder. He hadn’t known it before.
“It is… interesting,” Rakovanite admitted after a moment. “I am still not sure I understand why it is necessary.” Why their power was so much more Correct than his power.
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2024 6:47 pm
So he was curious more than he was invested in her actions. At least, that was what he was saying. Pendour still didn't leave the pavement, still didn't leave the woman, or the situation, just because of his questions, but she nodded in understanding. She could admit to being curious about him, too. She shifted slightly, leaving one leg stretched out in front of her while she hugged the other close to her chest. She still wasn't relaxed, she could reach her ocarina or her signet if she needed to, but she looked more like someone who was talking than someone who was on guard. "It's complicated," said Pendour. "Everything has a price, and in some ways, it feels like everyone here is playing with forces that we don't really comprehend. The force I serve doesn't demand the same things that Metallia does." She didn't have to offer energy. She didn't have to offer starseeds. She didn't have to give up her own sanity, her own soul. "But it's possible that there's a piece of the puzzle that I'm missing." That was an interesting thought, and one she hadn't considered before. It didn't make her doubt, though. She knew how warm her power felt when it came over her like a garment. She knew the warmth of her friend's auras. "How much do you understand about Metallia?" she asked. "From what I know it's, um, not technically the energy that you have in your pocket right now that fuels you. If it doesn't come from her, it's directed through her." Perhaps this was more of a pointed question, but she stayed serene. "Do you understand that?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2024 1:41 pm
It was complicated. They could agree on that much. Rakovanite's head canted down a bit in acquiescence to that thought. It was complicated, and it was probably most accurate to say that none of them were particularly important in the grand scheme of things. They were all just much smaller pieces being played with by powers significantly larger than they were. Cosmic entities that wanted different things, and neither felt particularly significant to him-
Well. That was only a little of a lie.
The parts that were important to most people were not important to him. The concept of the Earth being destroyed and/or consumed by Chaos did not really disturb him to any particular degree. All things must come to an end; this hardly registered as being an end worse than any other. Maybe he should be concerned for his 'soul,' that was something that got tossed around in or out of powered circles. But even that seemed like a tenuous argument, at best, if even the most heinous starseed just ended up back in the Cauldron.
And if it didn't, maybe he'd get some ******** rest outside of this eternal struggle.
"I suppose... the content of the 'demand' means very little to me," he admitted with a shrug. They both wanted time, dedication, energy, a life- Pendour just didn't want it to be anyone's else's besides her own. Rakovanite didn't care whose it was.
"How much does anyone know about Metallia," he muttered. He'd heard Wolframite say he'd witnessed it once- so it was a being that could be witnessed, though Rakovanite never had personally. And it was all of its- her?- power that made anything he could do possible. That made the Negaverse function. The same level of cosmic dirty as the Code, he expected. But, in all fairness, he did not know very much about Metallia.
When he glanced back at her, there was no hiding his disdain. "You could be less patronizing." He was not a child. Was not new at this. Did he understand?
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