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 Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2023 10:09 pm
When he was far enough away that he could no longer feel the blip of a tingle that was the cat, Lisse felt pretty good about himself, and leapt up to a higher building before running and jumping off of it, laughing as he landed on a smaller rooftop, running along it and simply feeling…free.
This was wonderful, this was what he enjoyed. Nothing could stop him when he was Lisse. Nothing could hurt him, there honestly was nothing wrong with the city…in regards of the magical sense he…
The Page slowed down slightly, frowning as a new feeling overtook the new senses that he had as Lisse, and for a moment, he wondered if he should go and see just what…who it was or if he should just…leave well enough alone.
This was his time. He didn’t…
With a sigh, Lisse turned towards the feeling. It wasn’t like the cat, or like Halle or Targovishte…it was different…
New.
…Strange.
Breaking into a run, he moved towards the aura, and with a somewhat graceful leap, he crossed the threshold of the rooftop and landed a few feet away from someone with hair that was far too long to be comfortable and…
…who appeared to be like…
Super naked?
Like lack of skin naked…with bones on the outside and…
Really cool boots.
“...What…are you? Are you one of those monsters that I keep hearing about? Do you even speak?”
But…the person looked…human. In the face, at least.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2023 1:55 pm
Aschera probably didn't spend as much time as she should have spent attending to the duties required of her by the Negaverse, but after having one General turn traitor and the second one progressively devolve into paranoia and vitriol, she hadn't felt particularly invested in the whole enterprise. Nevertheless, Larimar did get on her case if she didn't turn in energy every so often, and her uniform was not a subtle sort of costume and would not be disguised no matter what she did, so mostly it was a late-night sort of thing.
Or a middlingly-through-the-night sort of thing. Which, apparently, was the number one cheat sheet sort of way to attract meddling teenagers in equally ridiculous outfits. Looking back, high school had been a baffling and disconcerting experience; presumably it was the same for modern high schoolers. Surely it couldn't be helped by magic.
Somehow he usually made do. There was a certain subset of people who were likely to be in altered states of mind and not take his outfit as the equivalent of a dart frog's neon markings - mostly Aschera knew this because he was part of that group on occasion - and the city was big enough it didn't matter if a few people passed out in dark corners on the street.
"That's not the worst thing I've been called," Aschera frowned, arching one eyebrow, "but it's not the most pleasant, either. Buzz off." Being harassed by teenagers who thought they knew all that was right in the world should've been a crime under the Geneva Convention, honestly.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2023 7:29 pm
“Well, I mean…if that’s not the case then what are you?” Lisse wondered idly if he was pushing his luck, but…he was curious. Monsters couldn’t talk or respond or…tell him to buzz off. Wouldn't tell him to buzz off. They would attack, have claws and fur and…
Whatever.
“It wasn’t meant as an insult. You just feel…” He gave a vague gesture to illustrate that he had no real idea what to say about the whole aura thing and shrugged. “But not like me. Or…ah. The others I’ve met, and I was told there were monsters in the city so I assumed…I’m Lisse.”
Perhaps it was a good thing that Halle wasn’t here…perhaps this was simply an opportunity for Lisse to make a friend in this whole magic thing on his own. Obviously if Halle had been here…he would be giving orders or just…being an overall jerk…
“If you don’t mind answering the question, I really would like to know what you are. Please. I’m not trying to be rude, I swear.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2023 5:55 pm
Honestly. Teenagers. Aschera recalled being one with - not disdain, necessarily, but what he thought was a healthy sense of oh, thank god I'm not that age anymore. Maybe this kid would look back on this in five years and wince, maybe he wouldn't; ultimately it was all kind of immaterial in the here and now. He meant well, it seemed! It was just unfortunate for him that she didn't actually care.
"You can call me Aschera." It wasn't much of an answer. "You've really never encountered a monster before?" Now was not the time to get into an elaborately-cited essay on the queering of monstrosity and villainy, and he'd never exactly had the time or desire to write one. But there was something to be said for leaning into the extravagant inhumanity of his costume and of his sphere, for as long as it lasted. It was a shame that being Aschera didn't come with some blood-red eyeliner and some dark lipstick, but he wasn't going to bother with doing his makeup every time he powered up; it seemed like far too much effort and mess for something most people wouldn't even appreciate, and the rest of the outfit sort of overruled any attempts to look unearthly pretty and leaned more towards Hellraiser. Was that even what he was thinking about? No, no, it'd been something else, some comic that he could never exactly remember the name of every time he revisited this topic.
It wasn't that Aschera's outfit wasn't to her own tastes. It was just that it was so obvious. At least it came with concealer, which wasn't nothing. And for what it was, it did do her heart some good to be called a monster when she was in bone heels and a harness; it was always beneficial to be feared.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2023 7:41 pm
“Well…no not yet, but I know they’re out there. I’ve heard all about them, and you feel…different than anyone else I’ve met, like I said so I’m. It makes sense. Made sense?”
Looking at the person now though…Lisse thought that he really might not be wrong. They were…very creepy looking and the feeling they were giving off honestly made him feel rather sick to his stomach…and honestly…maybe it wasn’t the best idea to try and talk to someone like this…maybe…it would just.
“Anyway since you’re not one of the monsters, I suppose I could just go? But.”
No, he couldn’t just say that there was absolutely something wrong with the person but…it was right on the tip of Lisse’s tongue and…
Damn if he didn’t want to.
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2024 4:15 pm
"Oh, you could," Aschera said, and smiled as insincerely as he was capable of. It didn't reach her eyes and didn't try to. Was she about to attack a teenager unprovoked? Sure, yes, but in the grand scale of the Negaverse this really barely registered. Generals were out there stabbing teenagers? young adults? for literally zero good reasons. And maybe it'd count as his Loyal Negaverse Task for the week, after which point he'd stop really bothering with the costume and get back to regular routine.
Also, really, she just thought it was kind of funny to ******** with the kid. That was a good chunk of it.
"But are you really going to leave without shaking hands? It's just polite."
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2024 1:46 pm
“I think I’m good, thanks.” Lisse muttered and took another step backwards, unwilling to remain there any longer than he had to. “You. And I mean this with whatever respect is out there but. You really just don’t look like someone who I want to be polite too.”
He hesitated for half a moment. “No offense meant.”
Well. Not really, anyway. “I’m going to go now.” This had already gone on for far too long…and Lisse just wanted the interaction to be over.
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2024 10:14 pm
Sometimes it really just was incredibly funny to be awful to teenagers. Not too routinely -- in that case she would've just been an unpleasant b***h, and as many things as Ashton was, she wasn't usually trying for that one -- but sometimes? Sometimes it was the peak of cruel comedy.
"Rude," Aschera said, disappointment and a little annoyance heavy in his tone -- then he snapped out one hand to graze fingers across Lisse's arm and murmur "Writhe," under his breath -- "but fairer than you know." It was probably what she deserved for something or other, but if luck was with her today she wouldn't end up getting punched by a... whatever-he-was-year-old.
Teenagers! Unpredictable! Aschera spun on his heel and strode off with as much feigned malicious confidence as his body possessed. He'd be too distracted to bother chasing her, ideally, and she could power down and go back to... what had she been doing? God, he forgot. Shopping, probably. Or something ghoulish.
Another day, another dollar. Menacing people who thought they were heroes was always, unfortunately, more fun than it should've been.0rangeish Sherbert Writhe.With a brush of Aschera's fingers across the opponent, the muscle and fat underneath that body segment begins to spasm abruptly and painfully; this does not prevent use of that body part, but use is fairly painful, and fine dexterity with the affected area is near impossible. The affected individual will also hallucinate that the body part is mutating and changing, visually. The effects of this attack last for 30 seconds. fin on yours <3 OR MAYBE ON MINE. COUNTING IT AS A FIN FOR REQ PURPOSES.
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