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 Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2024 6:15 pm
Another night, another patrol, searching for those whom might be willing to entertain conversation, for those whom he didn't recognize, for those even that he did recognize. He -bristled- when he felt the familiar aura of a Knight, pausing to listen hard for the clink of metal that would imply that it was Camelot, back for another round of judgement and excuses. No such sound interrupted the night. Instead, it was heavy fabric and... boots. He frowned and turned, casting about to see if he could locate the knight in question, which is when he saw... vast swaths of pink, and lavender. He knew he shouldn't, he should take this as a serious potential danger even with a secret whole rank between them, but - He choked back a laugh.
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2024 8:07 pm
Of all the things that Lisse could have prepared for, coming face to face with a stronger member of the Negaverse was not…on that list.
It was something that he actively tried to avoid, actually and when he saw the blue and black clad male, he swallowed and tried to make himself stand taller, though his eyes narrowed as…it looked as though…
“...Are you laughing at me?”
His voice was bewildered. He hadn’t done or said anything, and there was no reason to…they hadn’t even interacted! But…maybe this guy was like the joker? Crazy and prone to laughter…that…
Made sense and also made Lisse feel a little sick, and he wished that his brother was here.
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2024 7:19 am
"I'm afraid so, it... I haven't seen a knight like yourself before, it's the pants." He stifled the laugh into his metal hand and tried to calm himself. "I thought my Lieutenant uniform was something of a travesty, but your side of things certainly has a creative touch in uniforms." "My Name is Zinkenite, and who might you be? Squire of...that's a newer symbol to me; perhaps you'd confirm."
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2024 10:15 am
“Lisse, Squire of Lysithea…” The words were out of his mouth before Lisse really thought about them…it wasn’t…really wise to give your name to strangers, at least he supposed not but. “There’s nothing wrong with my pants…they’re just…what I was given. Do you have something against them?”
They were a slight bit shorter than when he was a Page, but he liked them! The outfit…wasn’t fashionable for the times, but it was comfortable, and…he felt powerful in it. Like he had the ability to do things…and…
Nothing that a chaos drenched jerk said would tarnish his opinion.
…Hopefully.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2024 12:37 pm
"Do they double as a parachute?" He quipped and then waved a hand at the quilted sleeves. "And, does your mother know what happened to her comforters?" He glanced back to the Squire's face sounding strangely earnest. "I can honestly say, I'd never met someone I wished to offer to join us, if only for the sake of a uniform that would be easier to take more seriously." Not that he could control the uniform that the young man might get if he were wise enough to join their side, but surely... surely it wouldn't be quite so, so... "It's very Renaissance Faire, I suppose."
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2024 12:43 pm
Lisse closed his eyes for a moment. This guy was nothing more than a bully, and he didn’t…enjoy the feeling of being teased for his outfit. He liked his outfit and the very idea of joining Chaos made him feel…well. More than a little sick.
“People say I look like a bard, and I take that as a very high compliment. And I wouldn’t ever join you no matter what you offered me. I’m very happy with what I am, who I am and what my clothes look like. My sleeves are wonderful, thank you very much. They were fantastic in the winter, and I’m happy that I have them this way!”
He drew in a breath and his long braided whip came into his hands, his grip on the unicorn horn tight.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2024 12:59 pm
"Ah well, if you're -satisfied- then, by all means, continue to be a... polly pocket Bard." He waved his hand up and down and shook his head slightly already considering if he thought the Squire was worth the effort of trying to point "I'm sure those lovely during the winter sleeves are going to be an utter joy come summer as well, and god forbid spring, though I suppose your Pantaloons will save you." He arched an eyebrow and eyed the unicorn horn that the squire was gripping so tightly. "I'm going to suggest, that you not try anything foolish unless you're utterly sure whom and what you are dealing with."
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2024 1:24 pm
“I have no idea who or what I’m dealing with, but I tell you now, I don’t like the things you’re saying. All you are is a bully, and I don’t need to stick around and listen. If you want an outfit as fun and free as mine, maybe you should just find a way out of the Chaos you’re seeped in and get yourself one.”
Lisse felt his heart begin to beat faster and raised his whip in the air, beginning to swing it in a circle as he channeled his magic, the ethereal unicorn springing out of nowhere and charging at the General.
“If you ever want out, I’m sure that my Princess would be happy to help you…but. I won’t give you a good word unless you decide to change your bullying ways.”
Stop talking, Lisse. Stop talking and just run.
He knew he didn’t have long, and so turned and sprinted as fast as he could away from the bully General.
endejester Four foot whip made out of embroidery thread, handle is a unicorn horn. Lisse spins his whip in the air and an ethereal unicorn appears and charges at the nearest enemy, rearing and attacking with its hooves and horn. The range of this magic is ten feet and the magic can be channeled for thirty seconds. The unicorn does no true physical damage but the player may choose to have bruises remain after the fact.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2024 1:41 pm
"My Bullying... what are you SIX??" He demanded, he was more relieved that he hadn't expended any true effort on trying to speak with this particular 'squire', more power to the side of the Senshi if they wanted to keep that. But then there was, of all things, a damned Unicorn charging at him, rearing up and battering at him with hooves and horn. He swore and teleported himself back away from the damned beast even as a hoof -clanged- off his metal arm with a bruising flinch. Backing away gave the little s**t a chance to run, and he considered following, ripping out the Starseed of the childlike Squire. He decided that he'd let the little squire live in fear for a little while but that he wouldn't bother talking next time.
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