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 Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2024 6:46 pm
Changing up one’s hunting grounds was probably a good thing, or so Lete had decided to reason based on how many obnoxious Order cops showed up to give her trouble when she was out in this park, that park, or the other park. Really, it was so super rude and annoying of them. There she’d be, minding her own business and working with some wraiths to collect energy for Mirrorspace, doing nothing of any actual interest to anybody. And then, boom, some Knight or senshi all in white would show up to give her a hard time for absolutely no reason whatsoever. It was the pinnacle of unfairness. The worst kind of discrimination: the kind that affected Lete personally!
In an attempt at being somewhat less predictable, she’d strayed away from the Destiny City parks for the last few nights. Last night, she’d put a coat over top of her fuku, sat down at a coffee shop, and let wraith after wraith go to work on people passing by. Tonight, though, Lete had a mind to take to the city’s roofs—specifically, the roof of Arkham Letters, just because she knew it so very well. Of course, she waited for Miss Lacroix to clear out for the night—draining her boss like this would’ve been so tacky, especially since as long as the work got done, Miss Lacroix was really pretty permissive about whatever Gabi sometimes got up to during shifts, including making some of her TikToks—but once she was clear on that front, Lete got to work.
As usual, she didn’t bother counting how many wraiths she sent out. They left her two at a time, returned to her in various shapes, then skulked off back into her pair of Mirrorshards. As long as Mirrorspace got the energy, why did keeping track of the numbers matter? It felt like a much better use of Lete’s time to sit quietly on the roof and work through her reading for class on Thursday. Looking away from her exceptionally diligent highlighting, Lete smiled at the wraiths who came back to her, looking like a pair of alicorns. After she’d thanked them, she sent out two more. The people passing by on the street below weren’t going to drain themselves, after all.
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2024 6:44 pm
Something very odd was going on.
Aris had seen a woman walking towards her waver on her feet and put her hand to her head. She'd paused to check on her, but the woman had waved her off, claiming she'd just had a long shift at work and was overly tired. She'd had to let her go, but the sense of unease had lingered with the tall, dark-haired woman. That feeling grew when she saw someone at the bus stop sag, and then jerk themselves upright. Not exactly a weird occurrence, considering some of the people that used the bus system, but the guy had looked affluent... he'd had a tailored coat and a designer bag, so unless he got dressed up to to get high? It was all just weird and weird was not something Aris was in a mood to put up with tonight.
Not when everything else was going weird too. Her patrol last night had ended abruptly when her transformation had broken, leaving her stranded on a roof top in her civvies. And with a long way to walk ******** it. She was not hanging around here like this. Answers were far more likely to come with a bit of magic on her side.
Ducking into a tight alley between two buildings, Aris had side shuffled her way to the other side and then summoned a gauntlet into her hand. She slipped the other into it and at first nothing happened. She frowned, concentrating, until bits of ghostly flames began to appear. Teeth gritted, she pushed again and those flames sudden sprang to life and swept over her in a rush, shifting her clothing from ragged jeans and flannel into gleaming armor and rich, red cloth. Fists clenched in their metal shells, Tanais stepped out into the open air and jumped, flinging herself skyward and up onto the rooftop to get a better view of the area.
There... A power signature, and a chaotic one. Might or might not be connected to this strange feeling she was getting, but damned if she wasn't going to find out. The mars knight launched herself in that direction, boots crunching in root top gravel before she flung herself into the sky again to land on the next roof.
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