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 Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2024 3:25 pm
The air was cold enough to sting when he inhaled, and being away from the light and activity of the city proper made it seem colder still. This wooded area was all stark black shadows and the quiet chirp of insects much more docile than the ones they'd just been faced with. He could hardly see more than a few feet in front of himself, but Rakovanite wasn't overly concerned about that. If the Senshi wanted an extra element of danger, he was sure he could outdo her in that regard.
He doubted she did- or rather, expected she wasn't brave enough to try much.
They were close enough with him holding her that he could see how wide her eyes were, hear the shallow rush of her breathing. Her scream had been so much in his face that it made his ears ring. 'Ele.' The other girl, probably. It was likely an impulse to call for her. They looked similar enough, and Rakovanite had always seen them together. Perhaps they were related, and it was scary to be separated. But what was this frosty Senshi expected would happen if they were together?
He tried to imagine feeling a fraction of the dread reflected on her face, and though he couldn't say he was particularly successful in that, Rakovanite could not imagine wishing for someone he cared about to experience something he was terrified of, even alongside him.
This selfish girl.
Rakovanite didn't drop her from his hold, but he was abrupt enough in releasing his support that it may not have mattered, anyway. "Enough," he stated stiffly. "I have never hurt you." He could even go so far as to say that he had only ever helped her, which was significantly more than he should've done. No one else would see it that way, though. It had been no doing of his that the Chaos had almost youmafied her. It was not his fault (or the Negaverse's at all) that she and her sister had been attacked by a swarm.
But he had coddled her and held her hand when she was frightened. Had protected her and her sister from being drenched in acid. Rakovanite had never insulted her or attacked her outright, no matter if he thought he should.
He gaze was chilly, but otherwise blank, regarding Alcor cooly as he set a few feet of space between them. "Why are you so afraid." It was perhaps to bland to come across as a question, more like a heatless demand.
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2024 2:19 pm
When Rakovanite finally released her, Alcor took in a sharp, hissing breath. The faintest pressure caused a sharp pain to shoot up her leg, making her knees give way and sending her collapsing in a heap on the ground. Eleonora’s gold bracelet slipped from her grip, rolling toward the General, who observed her coolly from a few paces away. Despite her strong desire to reach for it, Rakovanite’s overwhelming aura, not to mention his towering form, dissuaded her from making any sudden movements that could risk provoking him. “I- I don’t know what happened before, with the Vanguard or the generators you and the other Negaverse officers built there.” Her tone was quiet as she tried to keep her voice from quivering. “All I remember is darkness and terror, it felt like I was losing myself, becoming something other- something… monstrous.” A youma, to what form she’d have taken was something she didn’t wish to learn but had black-tipped claws for hands. At the time, memories of the scorpion creature it took a team of senshi to defeat in the Dark Kingdom had filled her mind which made Alcor even more fearful that she’d become something so grotesque. He’d held her carefully as the change slowly happened, yes, but he also did nothing to stop the corruption from turning her into something other than human. “I have no desire to join the Negaverse.” Yet this was now the third time it has tried to claim her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2024 11:36 am
It was only ever just when he dealt with certain people that Rakovanite had to remind himself to express patience. He did not struggle with the slow and often tedious task of energy draining. It did not kill him to wait in long queue's or for packages he was excited about. He was very tolerant of long nights or boring days. He didn't think he was an impatient person, but it happened extremely frequently that someone opened their mouth, and he immediately had enough of them.
'Darkness, terror, losing myself, monstrous...'
It was a great display of self restraint that kept him from rolling his eyes, but he couldn't help the mutter of, "All of you are so dramatic," in a soft rumble.
Her experience was not the focal point of his memory of that night, but pieces still stuck out. Rakovanite definitely remembered seeing her, remembered sitting next to her, holding her hand. He remembered that unlike others who'd been on the hilltop, she was not just being corrupted, but youmafied. It was a feeling foreign to him, but it rang with the same notes of anyone who'd ever described corruption and not been enthusiastic about the process.
They would never see it the way he saw it. All of Their Kind had allowed the thought to take root that all Chaos did was poison, taint, and twist. Rakovanite had never felt anything like that. It had physically hurt to have Chaos shoved into his starseed (though he had it on good authority that it didn't feel great to be purified, either), but otherwise... He noticed few differences between how he would've behaved as just a civilian and how he behaved now. He was still extremely capable (and willing) to choose his own self-interest over the Negaverse. He didn't enjoy taking starseed, but found it as roughly as mentally taxing as he had ever found knowledge of some stranger's death.
It simply did not mean very much to him.
No Darkness. No Terror. No Losing Himself. And 'monstrous...'
Well, people had always told him there was something wrong with him, and he imagined this girl wouldn't think otherwise.
"Seems an irrelevant and unnecessary desire." But Rakovanite was being patient with her frankly insulting nonsense on the off-chance there was literally anything useful to be gotten out of her. Despite a stiff and chilly expression, he willed open his space pocket and produced a bottle of water and a roll of gauze. As Rakovanite took a step nearer to the collapsed girl, his boot landed on the gold bracelet on the ground between them, and he slid it off to the side and away as he crouched in front of her.
"You will be still." Sounded as much like a warning as an instruction. "Where are you injured."
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