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 Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2025 4:24 pm
Though he did make it a point to power up every day, Rakovanite did not usually make it a point to drain every day. Often tedious and menial, there was a particular mindset he preferred to be in for such occasions. But it was not a 'usual' day, given the unusualness of the current situation. And his preferences mattered little.
At least as a General, he could avoid making a spectacle of himself while harvesting energy. He could be close enough to drain, without being so close that anyone would attribute any resulting drowsiness to him. It made the whole process less... contentious than it had been when he'd been a Lieutenant. And ultimately left him free to think of other things. Like how <******** starving he was. Nataniel had made the small work schedule adjustment of working through lunch so that he would have time to actually Do Harvesting around his normal civilian job.
And as someone who didn't really care for any degree of change from the norm: Big Pass. Would Not Recommend. The only thing that kept him going was the thought of his fiancé preparing dinner for them.
That thought should've been what made him mind his own business, finish what he'd been doing, go home. It didn't need to be more complicated than that. Rakovanite might have ignored the aura that sparked to life at the edge of his senses... But They were supposed to know something. Something that neither he nor Narcissus had access to, and Rakovanite had always been willing to Suffer in the name of preparation.
He teleported nearer, not knowing exactly where he was going or what he was looking for, but knowing where he could land to get closer, closer, closer- Until he saw her: a girl in a white and sequences and furs, frosty blue hair, and alone of all things. That was an uncommon sight.
"Alcor." Again.
She must be brutally unlucky to come across him so many times-
Or was it him? Was he the unlucky one for seeing this same girl over and over and over and never being able to do anything about it. 'No unnecessary hostilities...'
Rakovanite sighed, quiet and resigned. "What are you doing here?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2025 7:57 pm
At his approach, Alcor lowered her arm and hid her senshi phone in her long fur-trilled sleeve. “Rakovanite…” she regarded him with a small nod and steady gaze. Once was a chance, twice was a coincidence, and three times was a pattern. “I’m beginning to wonder if you’re tracking me somehow.” Unlike Dia who was child-like in how he approached his responsibilities to the Negaverse, this General was not someone to be trifled with. While capable of at least a small measure of compassion, twice hidden behind a stony expression, it would be unwise to push boundaries when he would waste no time in reminding her of the disparity between their ranks. Fortunately, Eleonora was not here to escalate, so hopefully this could remain a cordial conversation. “I came out here so I could travel to my world, I feel like it is in distress and is calling to me.” For a brief moment she broke eye contact and glanced up at the constellations above them, more specifically the second star in the handle of the big dipper. “I can’t help but feel like the sudden storms we’ve been having are somehow connected.” “What about you?” she asked, turning her attention back onto him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2025 8:33 am
“If I had such an ability, I would have made better use of it by now,” Rakovanite answered quietly. And if not him, someone would’ve. But as always, the White Moon were notoriously difficult, if not impossible, to simply track. …But he had seen this girl so many times that maybe it would be worth investing in figuring it out for these special circumstances…
Irrelevant for the moment. He shook his head.
More important was how eagerly and voluntarily she brought up her world- as her ilk was wont to do, always making sure everyone was aware of their ‘special’ and ‘unique’ connection to some bit of space debris trillions of miles away. It was always a great expenditure of effort to not roll his eyes at them, and this Senshi in particular brought that mood out in spades. -He should be nice. He should be interested.
Rakovanite did not know how to be interested when his primary method of not being aggressive was to be disinterested. That was it; those were the options. Seconds ticked by. He stared at her, completely still besides the breeze tossing the strands of his hair.
Eventually: “...I am not sure I understand,” he admitted. “What is there to be distressed about, specifically?” All their worlds were already dead in all the ways that mattered. No people, no creatures, perhaps a handful already half-swallowed by the Chaos they were so afraid of. …But a storm caused additional ‘distress’ (if a chunk of rock could feel distress, at all- he should really just accept ‘magic’ as a reason and move on from how he felt about a Senshi world ‘feeling’ anything)?
He should be interested.
But he was still starving, and a pathetic creaking from his stomach demanded that he either forget the girl and leave or get on with it. “I was harvesting energy,” he replied bluntly. “Though I admit to being unsure of the exact reason for requiring more.” In the spirit of ‘getting on with it,’ “If it is not too forward, may I join you?”
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2025 9:08 am
Alcor didn’t so much as flinch at his confession. All things considered, it was one of the more forgivable activities he could have admitted to. Of course, draining energy had its consequences; but it was temporary and recoverable. Most people could easily bounce back after a nap or a decent meal. At least that is assuming he hadn’t left them unconscious in the middle of a thunderstorm. But when he asked to come with her to her world, that landed differently. She tilted her head, watching him with a flicker of suspicion, or maybe curiosity, as her gaze swept over him as if trying to solve a puzzle she hadn’t expected to encounter this evening. After a pause, she gave a resigned sigh and reached into her subspace pocket, producing a coat identical to her own in style, but navy blue instead of white, but still had the same pale-blue fur. “I don’t really know how to explain it,” she admitted, stepping toward him and holding the coat out. “It’s like that instinctive sense that something is wrong. Not logic… just that gut-drop feeling like a family member’s been hurt and you’re the last one to find out.” With a flick of her wrist, she revealed the phone in her other hand. “I already tried to teleport, but I suspect the storm is causing some interference. Still, if you’re serious about coming with me, put this on.” Alcor gave the coat a little shake for emphasis. “I’m the Senshi of Cold. It’s not going to be warm where we’re headed.”
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2025 11:04 am
She stared at him, and he stared back. Rakovanite would be lying if he said he recognized anything in her expression, but he could at least rationalize any skepticism the Senshi might have (mostly: he stood by his assertion that he had never hurt her, only ever helped her, and if he hadn’t done anything previously, why would this be the moment- whatever). He wouldn’t hold it against her.
And yet, if that wasn’t enough to disappoint him, there was a very obvious slack in his shoulders, and downward tick of his lips as she produced a coat not terribly dissimilar to her own- not offended, just… dismayed. This girl surely knew her world well enough to expect what was necessary, so he didn’t refuse the offered garment, however, “It will be cumbersome,” Rakovanite groused as he accepted the coat from her.
He was already donned head to foot in several layers, completely covered besides his face. And that wasn’t a choice he would’ve consciously made for how much moving around he did.
What was one more heavy layer, he supposed…
Rakovanite folded it over his arm and canted his head at Alcor’s explanation. “I am not sure I am familiar with such intuition.” Perhaps he was just lucky. Not many of his family members had suffered any grievous afflictions. Both parents still alive, the grandparents he was aware of were healthy. His brother- well, Rakovanite hadn’t felt any inklings when Diesel had been injured. And he was fine, besides. Hardly even anything permanent.
“But I am serious,” he affirmed with a tight nod. Rakovanite could count on one hand- one finger the times he’d visited a senshi homeworld. “If there is something I should do to aid you, please do not hesitate to ask. This time.”
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