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 Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2024 12:52 am
After that run-in with the weird space-wolf senshi who’d known about the planet Lete and how much of a s**t-show it had been a thousand years ago, Lete hadn’t really felt like powering up for a couple days. It had worked out alright, ultimately. Finals time meant papers, and projects, and prepping for the exams, then taking them. Since Gabi still had some exams left to take, that meant she’d needed the extra time spent Not Thinking About Senshi Bullshit to, you know, make sure that her academic life didn’t fall apart just because she’d let some wolf-boy from outer space get into her head.
Just because he’d known somebody—who definitely was not Gabi—a thousand years ago, whose people had kept her doped up on magical space-opium or whatever.
Ugh. Whatever. Reincarnation bullshit was so ******** stupid.
Wishing very much to get the taste of that whole encounter out of her mouth, Lete powered up tonight and headed out for North-End Park. Being extremely sneaky if she did say so herself, Lete quickly checked to make sure that neither Muri nor his harem dancer senshi friend were present and liable to ruin her fun. Muri, she didn’t mind b***h-smacking if given the opportunity, honestly, but that little one with the hair? She didn’t want to mess with him. Bitches who acted all sweet and innocent like that extremely Pelle-coded little one with the blue hair and the death flowers? they were always super unhinged if you provoked them the wrong way, and given he had a**-wings and glowies all over him, Lete didn’t really want to risk learning what his ******** up happy shiny cult vibes would do instead of letting May Queen Muri choose her as a human sacrifice.
But since neither of the aforementioned skanks were out and about tonight, Lete happily found herself a picnic table to set up on. With all the little shops and cafés around here, she had more than plenty enough people available. Sending out her mirrorwraiths two at a time, Lete pulled A Clockwork Orange out of her subspace pocket and resumed reading where she’d left off before the wolf-boy had gotten in her head with his chit-chat blah-blah-blah-blah. When those two wraiths came back, she sent out two more and continued reading, and on and on and on, just like always. Everything was going Lete’s way.
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2024 1:01 am
Okay. So. Lanting understood, in theory, about magical girl power scaling, and how he totally couldn't square up with somebody stringer than him without it being a big risk to him. And the aura he was feeling was definitely stronger than he was. But the other thing was--he didn't feel any other Order auras nearby, and that meant it was kinda...up to him to step up, right? That was how this worked?
So. He took a deep breath. He turned towards the Chaos aura. And he stormed in that direction, puffed up as much as he could be. He wasn't exactly intimidating, ever, he knew that, but he could at least do the best he could, right?
And when he saw a girl in black, with fancy flutters, who felt like she was about in the right place to be the source of the weird Chaos aura--well.
There was a way to make sure she put down that book and paid attention to him, and maybe make sure that she left the poor civilians out for late night walks in the park alone.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" He demanded, and then, without waiting for an answer, he hurled his wand at her head.
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2024 1:14 am
Feeling a White Moon aura wander into the park, Lete preemptively rolled her eyes—but at the same time, she couldn’t help feeling a little bit relieved. Whoever the aura belonged to, they weren’t that much of a threat. An ickle firstie, so to speak. Maybe they could have some kind of impressive magic lying in wait, the way that Muri apparently did, but Lete was still more powerful than they were and if push shoved, she could probably beat them up.
When he finally came into view, the interloper definitely didn’t look like much. He was a baby Knight, rather than a baby senshi, and that meant he didn’t have any magic. Just some silly little wand that—well. It was whizzing toward her and smacking her right between the eyes. Pulling a very displeased face, Lete picked up the wand and made a disgusted little noise. While annoying, it hadn’t really done much more than bother her and be ********. Hoping to convey that sense to the idiot who’d thrown it at her, she gave him the sort of disappointed look usually accompanied by a pointed question like “……Is that it?”
“Well, I’m definitely not talking to somebody who still cosplays Harry Potter in the year of the Christian God 2024,” she told the little Page, bluntly and very much already Over It with whatever bullshit he thought that he was on. “So, why don’t you scram and I’ll be nice enough to not hit you back. Okay, Pipsqueak?”
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2024 1:21 am
[cw: discussion of jkr's transphobia]
"Harry ******** Potter?" Lanting didn't think that he had ever been so angry about an accusation in a long, long time. "I haven't even read the stupid ******** wizard books, why would I want to engage with a series who thinks that Chinese people have names like Cho Chang and whose author thinks I am a very confused girl?"
Honestly. This already reminded Lanting of getting Into It on Reddit, or in the comments section on someone's blog, or any of the numerous other places where he got Into It on the Internet. And oh, this was the kind of fight he was very ready for.
"And anyway, who are you to talk? You've got just as much Potter symbolism as me, with that leaky ******** cauldron on your chest and waist." He crossed his arms, drawing himself up, like he could ever be intimidating. "So how about you go ******** yourself, huh?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2024 1:42 am
……Okay, well, with the admission that the Page was trans, Lete threw the wand back to him and dropped her book. Specifically, she dropped it so she could hold up her hands in something that looked a lot like surrender.
“Whoa, hey! I’m sorry, dude, I didn’t know you were trans,” she said, earnestly, without the attitude that she usually reserved for White Moon cops who wanted to ruin her night. “I’m non-binary and gay about girls, okay? I only made that accusation because I didn’t know. I’d never say that about another queer person knowingly, especially not if they’re trans, like what the ******** for the little Page, Lete’s gesture only looked like surrender.
Her book and her mirrorshards got quickly deposited into her subspace pocket. She hopped down off the picnic table. She made like she was going to leave—and then she turned back toward him with a smirk. “But since you wanna prove how tough you are,” she said, raising one hand and holding it in the vague direction of his (admittedly very cute) face, “I’m gonna respect you enough to teach you some manners.” Tracing her hand through the air, loosely following the curve of his cheeks, Lete snickered. “Decadent Rapture~!”Noir Songbird While calling their attack, Lete traces their hand through the air as if following the curve of a face. Two enemies within a fifteen-foot radius feel something like a warm hand brushing down their cheeks, and then, the world around them seems to erupt in decadent sensation. For the duration of Lete’s attack, affected enemies are subjected to an onslaught of their five senses. Scents and tastes are more powerful, sounds seem louder, colors seem so vibrant that they might as well be alive, and anything that makes contact with their skin feels oppressively, suffocatingly heavy, as if the fabric of their outfit wants to choke them out or as if the slightest accidental touch should leave them with bruises. At this stage, the initial rush of pleasure from these sensations turns to pain more quickly; such decadence excites the mind, but ultimately proves to be too much. While this sensory overload deals no physical damage and strong-willed enemies can power through it to act, for the duration of Lete’s magic, affected enemies will struggle to think of anything else but the overwhelm.
This attack lasts for 35 seconds, and Lete may use it two times per battle. Any lingering effects of the sensory overload after the attack ends are up to individual players!
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2024 1:54 am
Lanting caught his wand out of the air, looking very pleased with himself. "There, see, now don't make shitty accusations out of nowhere! It's not like Joanne Terfling invented magic wands, they've been a thing in fantasy since the 80s, and probably even earlier than that, I'm just not familiar with how far back they go."
He even gestured with his wand, a little, pointing it at his own cheek with a sort of smug "well, akshually" pride.
The problem was, that he was so busy puffing himself up for successfully winning this little irl comment section fight that he failed to realize that he had lost the actual magic fight.
Because Lete's magic slammed into him with the force of everything is so loud and so bright and it all hurts. The innocuous sounds of the night were suddenly, and all at once, too much--even the soft light of the moon felt like an entire spotlight. The feeling of his uniform on his skin--usually it was fine, but suddenly it felt itchy and constricting and it was like he could feel every individual fiber, and--
He collapsed to his knees, squeezed his eyes shut, and covered his ears, and hoped that waiting it out might make him feel less like clawing out of his skin. Certainly, he was absolutely not going to be bothering Miss Giant Titties again, tonight.
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