With trying to get out and patrol more on his way home from work, part of Farbauti felt like he didn’t really need to spend his precious handful of days off also patrolling. Especially with it being winter out there right now and his fuku being skimpy skimpy skimpy, part of him wanted to simply stay inside where there was heat, and mess around with editing his short films from beneath the security and warmth of his favorite blanket. But……since the “starseed full of magical destiny” thing kept resolutely not realizing that it had picked the wrong person and going away, Farbauti probably wasn’t going to get any better at this senshi stuff without actually putting in more work at it.
So, this particular day off found Farbauti making his way through some of the parks and alleys around the DCU campus. He knew them pretty well, on account of delivering orders around here all the time, so he felt okay with trusting his feet to take him wherever without getting tripped up, while he focused more on observing the goings-on around him and feeling for any auras. Most of this patrol passed by without incident. The closest Farbauti came to seeing anything amiss was that some stray cat came over and wound itself around his legs a bit, but when he examined the poor little guy more closely, they didn’t have one of the forehead-stars that all Mauvians seemed to have. Not a magical kitty, then. Just a kitty who needed attention.
He was getting ready to wind things up and power down when he started noticing people in Ramsett Park who seemed………out of sorts. None of them were exactly falling over, much less dead, but they trudged and stumbled through the park as if it was a miracle any of them were still conscious. Some of them rubbed their foreheads and groaned with the strain of a headache. And as if the signs of energy draining couldn’t have been clearer: Farbauti felt the Negaverse aura, somewhere in the park.
Although he allowed himself a weary sigh over the situation, Farbauti did not allow himself to simply turn around and walk away. Mentally telling himself that he could do this and everything would be okay, he followed the Negaverse aura where it led and just……tried to prepare himself for whomever or whatever he would find, when he reached the source.
genovianprince
Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2024 10:11 am
Vesuvianite felt quite proud of himself tonight. He hadn't expected much, when he first went out—after all, the winter had been harsh. He liked that, though, because a harsh winter meant a better spring. Kind of awesome. Even if he was a little bit lava themed and preferred heat to anything like this, temperature wise. Life was a bit funny that way sometimes. Anyway, his point was—damn ADHD brain getting off track so easily—he wound up being pleasantly surprised by the amount of people that were actually out in this weather. Which was truly excellent, because he was finally getting somewhere on meeting quotas on energy stealing. He felt utterly delighted that he could finally overdo it, really. He'd drained several people tonight, and was feeling quite proud of himself.
Then... Then, of course, someone had to come pick a fight. He could feel their aura heading his way, and he scowled into the dark. Damnit.
"Come on, if you're going to be out there," he called. "I'm right here, you White Moon a*****e."
On the plus, as Farbauti drew closer to the Negaverse aura, he found that it wasn’t just distance or distraction or anything messing with his head, giving him hope for something that would end up biting him in the a** when he dug himself into a bigger hole than he could handle. They did feel like they were on the same power level as he was. Meant he stood a better chance of not getting his a** completely handed to him, which was something positive to keep in mind. Or, like, if he did get his a** kicked, then at least the Negaverse Whoever wouldn’t be able to totally murder him like a General or an Eternal senshi could’ve done as easily as breathing.
(Dimly, Farbauti recalled the battle at the sleep center from a while back, and in particular, he recalled the Negaverse Eternal in the dark green fuku who’d been inexplicably so nice to him. Most Negaverse senshi and their “Kinda Sorta Knight-Adjacent, But Like Evil About It” guys didn’t seem very much like that eternal had at all. Maybe he’d find somebody of a similar sort of disposition tonight, but statistically speaking, it felt extremely unlikely.)
On the rather serious downside, though, the aura senses went both ways, and the Lieutenant he found at the other side of the aura-rainbow didn’t seem to have an ounce of patience. Or maybe he didn’t understand the concept of being certain about something before charging into it half-cocked. Farbauti felt like he’d barely observed the other guy at all before he was getting called out on simply existing in his presence, and like……sure, okay, the most likely explanation for everything was that this blonde dude in the lava-patterned long-coat had drained all of the people whom Farbauti had passed. His was the only other magical aura that Farbauti felt out here tonight, and Negaverse folks drained people.
But sometimes, the math didn’t end up mathing in the way that seemed correct. Couldn’t be a crime to just……take a moment and be certain of things, right? Being a senshi was a huge deal and a big time responsibility. Throwing around that kind of power recklessly sounded like not the kind of senshi Farbauti wanted to be.
He’d been called out, though, so with a heavy sigh, he skulked out from behind the tree where he’d been watching. Crossing his arms over his chest probably didn’t make him look too terribly intimidating—unfortunately for Farbauti, he remained very skinny and prone to looking too much like a wet rat—but it made him feel a little bit better that he’d slipped so easily onto the back-foot. He could do this. And, well, even if he couldn’t, the people of Destiny City needed him to try his best.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough,” Farbauti drawled, wishing that he sounded even half as sassy and sure of himself as Asmodeus and Murikabushi, or as confident in his abilities and determined to do good as Fang, but feeling pretty certain that he sounded more pathetic than anything. “I lost track of counting how many people in the park have signs of your energy-draining written all over them, dude. Call it a night and go ******** home, or I’ll make you go.”
Which, if somebody like Muri or Asmo or Fang or Aokigahara or Daedalus had said it, probably would have seemed like a credible threat. Farbauti wasn’t like any of them, and he knew that, however much he kinda hated himself for failing on such a basic level at Magical Warrior 101. But, again, he had to try, didn’t he?
genovianprince
Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2024 12:26 pm
Vesuvianite didn't know where his new attitude was coming from tonight, but he liked it. This guy, hah, thought he was sooo special. He puffed out his chest, smirking at the stupid White Moon senshi and twirling his chisel in his hand.
"Oh, you liked my handiwork?" he asked, smirk deepening. "Good. Glad you noticed. I've been kind of on a roll tonight, so if you want to challenge me, go right ahead. I don't plan on losing tonight. It's been great so far, and I refuse to go home on a bad note, or with my tail between my legs."
Farbauti wilted in the face of the Lieutenant’s attitude, not feeling cowed by this guy as much as he felt exhausted. Why couldn’t he have gotten to deal with someone else who was mostly reasonable, like that one Nega-senshi in the green with the floor-length dreadlocks? Why did it have to be some kind of ******** edgelord who was feeling himself like Murikabushi seemed to do with senshi stuff, but in a distinctly less positive, helpful, and constructive way?
“Uh huh, sure,” he drawled, fighting the impulse to roll his eyes (but gripping his elbow more tightly because he really, really wanted to roll his eyes at the way this douche was acting). “Listen, before I learned I was a senshi, I heard another one of you Negaverse guys going on like that. She was draining people out in South Side Park, and another White Moon senshi interrupted her, and my friend set your colleague on fire for her trouble.” Maybe it was a bit of a stretch to call Asmodeus a friend per se, but she’d been really kind to Vanya after that other Negaverse Lieutenant had tried to starseed him and Farbauti wasn’t going to forget that.
“My magic doesn’t set people on fire,” he went on, looking at the volcano-themed Lieutenant very seriously. “What it’s gonna do instead is beef me up with unstoppable magical rage, and then, I’m going to beat the s**t out of you, Incredible Hulk style……unless you stop draining people and leave right. now.”
In the back of his mind, Farbauti hated how much this threat sounded like all kinds of Why do you make your mother drink like this and Well, maybe your father wouldn’t have thrown that wine bottle at your head if you’d respected his boundaries instead of bothering him. But taking a deep breath, Farbauti tried to ground himself in remembering that the situations were different in several very important ways. This Negaverse guy was hurting innocent people who couldn’t protect themselves, and he got one more chance to back off about it.
If he didn’t, well………Farbauti would have to beat the s**t out of him.
genovianprince
Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2024 1:00 pm
Vesuvianite raised his eyebrows, looking Farbauti up and down. He knew magic could, theoretically, do a lot for a person, but surely... It wouldn't be as bad as this confident jackass was implying, huh? No, he didn't think it would be that bad. No way. So he simply shrugged at the guy, twirled his chisel again, and then pointed it at the dumb little White Moon Senshi who thought he was hot s**t.
"Go ahead. Make my day," he said cheerfully, delighted by the fact that he could make the stupid reference. Tonight had been such a good night, and he was very much looking forward to evading and dodging this guy's "Hulk Attacks" and tiring him out, right before stealing his starseed. What a perfect ending to a perfect day.
Farbauti inhaled deeply, listening to the Negaverse guy go off like an idiot and really, really wishing that he had just taken the invitation to leave without need for actual facts violence. Unfortunately, such things were not to be, because whoever this Lieutenant was, he apparently didn’t value anything enough to just do the self-preserving thing, ******** off, and stop hurting people. Trying to steady his nerves as much as possible, Farbauti called on his magic and slapped himself across the face.
“Rage Outburst,” he called out.
The effect hit him immediately, like fire and poison flaring up inside him. With a roar of primal fury that he would’ve been growing distressingly accustomed to if he allowed himself to think about it, Farbauti charged at the Lieutenant, all limbs swinging. He threw his fists at the ******** face. Jabbed his elbows at the ribcage lurking beneath that stupid long-coat. Stomped on the guy’s feet and threw one of his knees between the Lieutenant’s legs to try and wail on his crotch. Whether he had balls or not didn’t matter, just as long as the blow hit him hard enough to hurt.
Distantly, Farbauti could feel at least some of his blows connecting, but even keeping track of how many times he pummeled the guy didn’t matter. Nothing really mattered except for the rage, and the fury, and the desperate need to unleash it on this guy who was <******** hurting people.
genovianprince
Farbauti selects one target within ten feet (ally, enemy, or himself) and waves a hand toward them as if slapping them. Instantly, they feel possessed by a powerful rage: pre-extant negative feelings are magnified; everything is liable to piss them off; any physical pain inflicted on them only enrages them further and they seem to fight through it as though nothing happened; and they can only focus on releasing that rage. For the duration of the magic, their physical and magical attacks will hit somewhat harder, but they will feel less controlled as the rage overpowers them. Until the magic ends, they will find it harder to discern friend from foe, and very difficult to calm down.
This attack lasts for 30 seconds and Farbauti may use it three times per battle. The effects of any physical injuries incurred during the rage will set in when the magic ends, and may be exacerbated at player discretion.
Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2024 3:11 pm
Okay, well, so much for a perfect ending to a perfect day, Vesuvianite thought errantly as pain exploded throughout his body. So, the guy really could pack quite the awful punch and was not in fact lying about the stupid Incredible Hulk magic that currently was kicking his a**. ********. He went down quite quickly after the love tap to his crotch, laid out on the ground in a fetal position and whimpering softly.
"Okay, okay, I'll go home, I'll go home," he pleaded, shaking from the pain of it all. The embarrassment of it all. The sheer, utter, shame of it all. ********, he was an idiot.
