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 Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2025 12:35 pm
Soyala had, of course, been paying attention to the database, and to the news filtering through the Negaverse of a great threat from beyond the stars. She had felt helpless, at the time; there was so little she could do, it seemed.
And it was so easy to feel hopeless. She was just one cat, ever unsure of her place. But now, there were blueprints, and special components, and a place where the technical skill of a Mauvcian mattered. This was something she could help with, even if she could do little else.
So she was out seeking additional materials, and if that meant pawing through the discards behind a mechanic shop looking for anything usable, well, she'd done the same at craft stores for scraps of fabric, so this wasn't exactly new. Sure, there were other ways to source resources, but if it came from her own paws, she would trust it far, far more.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2025 5:26 pm
An intriguing aura. Heartbreaking in its gloom. Like a candle that had been snuffed out, or a bloom that had been trampled underfoot. She was a beautiful Mauvian, of course. But the thick miasma of Chaos clung to her in a way that made Lucien mourn her, despite not knowing her.
“Do you also seek items we might be able to salvage for the construction of protection for Earth?” he asked as he drew closer. She must have sensed him about the same time he sensed her. Their dampened aura was both a blessing and a curse in many ways.
“My name is Lucien. Does it hurt? The Chaos that clings to you?” He could help but ask. He was too curious and too concerned not to.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2025 1:07 am
Soyala knew there was another Mauvian nearby, but she paid the knowledge little mind. Either they would help her or annoy her, and she would deal with it when it became immediately relevant. As she dragged out a fine-looking piece of scrap metal, she decided that she would give this fellow Guardian the time of day, particularly since he'd decided to approach her.
So, she nudged her find into her small pile of scraps, and turned to nod.
"I do, yes. We are all responsible for this world, regardless of what...side we're on." It seemed such a silly thing. To be so divided. A silly thing that sat heavy in her chest, given Murikabushi and, as she'd recently discovered, Idrialite--d'If of Saturn, now.
"Soyala. And...I..." His question took her a little off guard. So direct. Perhaps not experienced with Chaos Mauvians. "Not anymore. It did, when I was first brought in, I think." Her memories of that time were a hazy, confused blur. But there was pain, yes. "But only for a moment. It's part of me, now."
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2025 10:58 am
All responsible for that world, regardless of what side they were on. Yes, Lucien could agree with that. But would those on her side understand that? Were they just using her, because of her abilities as a Mauvian?
Chaos, he could not trust, but he had a very strong opinion on Mauvians. He believed they had more power than they knew what to do with. They were the building blocks of all Senshi magic. Without them, empires crumbled and worlds fell into decay. The stories he heard of the unawakened Velenian Senshi proved just that. Without Mauvians, Senshi were nothing.
And yet, they relied on Senshi and the graces of others to get by. Perhaps because they were more physically weak in their Mauvian forms, and easier to target as humanoid.
Perhaps if there were more of them, like there used to be--
A sudden ache in his head stilled Lucien’s rapid thoughts. Had there been more of them? There had to have been, even if he didn’t know. Even if he didn’t remember.
Lucien watched Soyala with quiet concern, his large tail flicking behind him as he settled to sit near her, but without crowding.
“Forgive me if this is rude or ignorant, but Chaos is not a part of you. It is an infestation. A parasite--...”
He paused, because he knew it was more complicated than that. Someone who was inflected with Chaos couldn’t just accept that it was wrong.
“You were not always with the Negaverse, then? They harmed you when you were taken by them?”
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2025 12:24 pm
Well. At least this Mauvian seemed sympathetic, if he was a little misguided.
(Was he? It wasn't as if she didn't know, to some degree, that Chaos had to be introduced. But it was a part of her now--no matter how often she wondered if she ought to stay. No matter how much she longed for the people who had left her behind. No matter that this was the first time she felt as if she had a valuable mission in a very, very long time.)
"It is a part of me now," she said, softly, without the fierce defensiveness that might have accompanied such a refutation once upon a time. It was a part of her. That was a simple fact. Just as it was a part of every Senshi she had ever brought in, every officer she had ever worked with.
It itched at her. She knew she had made at least one terrible mistake, brought in someone that was so unhappy they had left their life behind to be free of it. How many more had she made? How many more had she failed?
"I...remember very little of my early days," Soyala admitted. "As far as I recall, I was always with them. But Chaos takes memories, sometimes." It had taken some of hers, she knew, distantly. It had just never seemed to matter before. "I do not know if it was my choice or not, when I was brought in."
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2025 12:43 pm
Lucien frowned thoughtfully as Soyala spoke. It was heartbreaking, knowing her memories had been taken, much like his had been in the ages he’d been locked into stasis. Although he supposed there were countless others like himself, except they’d managed to get to Earth, while he’d been stuck on Alastor.
“Do you enjoy having it a part of you?” he asked, unable to stop his curiosity. “I can feel it on you. The Chaos. It feels unnatural, so I can only imagine it being like a constant ache that you simply get used to because if you don’t ignore it, you will just lose yourself.”
He knew he was talking too much. They had a job to do, even if they were on different sides. Like she said, they were fighting for the same cause.
“You are not alone, Soyala. Should you ever find need to take refuge, there are many who would welcome you with open arms and protection. Do you have a bonded?” he asked as he slowly approached where she was going through the discarded items, hoping to locate some useful supplies.
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2025 1:12 pm
Soyala knew that she should not say what she was about to say. But who was this Mauvian going to tell? Would anyone believe him, if he reported her disloyalty?
...Did she care, in truth?
And, in any case, he did not seem the type to run off and attempt to cause her harm. Not when he seemed so shocked by her very existence.
"I did not care, so much, once," she admitted, softly. "But as time has worn on, as things have changed...I do not know anymore." She batted, a little listlessly, at her pile of scraps and odds and ends.
"I do not have a bonded. There are others I've worked with, from time to time, but....all have left, one way or another." Quartz, gone to who even knew where. Idrialite, purified. Murikabuhi and Elsa, purified. "After a time," she tried, so very hard, to make her voice sound light, as if it was a joke, but there was a miserable crack to it, "a girl does begin to wonder if there's something wrong with her."
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