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 Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2025 8:28 pm
The mirrorwraiths from his normal mirrorshards roamed through the air ahead of him, and Loke followed after them absently, arms crossed behind his head. He didn't even need to find people for them to drain energy from--they just collected the stuff from the very air when the storms were happening, and sure enough, he could hear the rumble of thunder with the occasional flashes of light from up above the city.
He held one of the black mirrorshards in his hand, letting it too absorb some of the latent energy floating around. He'd been doing alright with filling them up, then getting back to Mirrorspace to break them over the giant crossbow thing. It was... cool, to be fair. Plus, he got the moment to stand and look at the various mirrors pointed out into space. He... tried to look and see if any of them had another weird corpse in it like that one back in Mirrorscape had, but no dice.
Still wasn't even sure what the hell it was... and even less of a clue on who to try and ask. Though... he briefly thought of those aliens he saw up on the bank roof the other night, frowning. Too bad he hadn't really stuck around long, he might have been able to ask them. Or... maybe some from the White Moon group? They all dealt with space stuff.
Loke grimaced. Wow, that thought was lame even to him. Space stuff, no s**t...
One of the wraiths began to coast higher in the air, as if it was intrigued with the storm, and he huffed. "Don't even. Doubt you'd do well against lightning, buddy, or ********, for all I know you could explode if you came into contact with that much energy. You ain't like that sparky lady." Did the wraith actually listen to him as it coasted back down towards the sidewalk? Nah, cool as that might be. He figured it just was roaming wherever it could find... some pocket of energy or whatever in the air. Doubted they even heard him talk, but he still talked at them when they were out and about. Why not? He was pretty bored otherwise...
An energy signature caught his attention, and Loke paused, freezing mid-step as he took in the other presence nudging at his senses. The street he was wandering down was empty, street lamps flickering at times from the storm, not even a random passerby or a car having passed him for a while. Not that he minded--the storms probably kept people in to some degree, weird as they were. But clearly not everyone... hi, exhibit a, and now he could sense exhibit b.
He continued to walk, glancing at the mirrorwraiths. They were looking pretty solid, full of energy as they were, but they continued to absorb more and more--gluttonous things.... "You two'll have to get your asses back in the shards, 'pending on who this is. Really don't need ya getting popped and losing all that energy... or needing to replace a shard," he groaned. Not that the wraiths responded. He could tell this energy belonged to a White Moon Senshi, at least, and someone stronger than him. He wagged the hand holding the black mirrorshard absently as he considered. Could see if they know anything about the s**t going on? And the corpse with the creepy eye...
Assuming they didn't freak out at him for having a Chaos-y aura....
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2025 5:31 pm
Alastor rolled his shoulders as he arrived back on Destiny City. It was as obnoxious and suffocating as when he’d left it but he’d been gone for long enough that he wasn’t sure if this was the same storm he’d left or a new one that had formed after the old one ended.
An odd energy signature flickered on his radar, not entirely unfamiliar but still so foreign that he’d already decided to investigate.
He saw the Dark Mirror Senshi first, and then the strange little creatures accompanying him. They must have had some level of comprehension because as soon as he arrived, they seemed to be aware of him.
While he hadn’t heard the entirety of Loke’s words, he had the distinct impression of someone trying to wrangle unruly pets. The creatures were small, they didn’t seem like they could have been much trouble.
Alastor regarded them curiously, cautiously, anyway.
“Not sure tonight’s a good night to be out for a walk,” he said slowly. What a strange Chaos. It wasn’t as overbearing, as sickening, as the Negaverse, but it made Alastor feel like he’d caught a foul odor.
He didn't have much experience with the stranger senshi of Destiny City but he wasn't willing to expose his ignorance so he wore a good poker face when he asked, “Does this weather have any effect on them?”
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2025 5:43 pm
Aha, an Eternal White Moon. Loke stopped where he was, keeping a fair bit of distance between him and the other man. Fancy lookin' guy, wasn't he? The wraiths seemed more interested in the energy they could gather from the air, no fuss or struggle now that they were getting more solid. Loke brought down his arms, slipping the black mirrorshard into a pouch on his belt to keep from risking losing it or something.
"Eh, normally I'd agree, but we need the energy, so..." He gave a vague shrug, motioning to the wraiths that somewhat floated and circled around where he was. "And uh... yeah. The storms put out a lot of energy in the air or something, so these guys--the uh, mirrorwraiths, they're called--don't need to collect energy from folks. They just pluck it outta the air."
Though he spoke casually, Loke frowned and made a face as he considered what he'd spoken. "Uh, 'fore you freak out or somethin', they just pass through folks harmlessly, just take a lil' bit. So it's just... it's like being a little tired, but resting up a little'll recover them fine. I've got zero interest in risking anyone gettin' dizzy or exhausted and hurting themselves. And we don't touch starseeds--that's strictly Nega bullshit," he added with a huff, keen to separate himself from that lot. Yeah, he was Chaos-y, but he wasn't that type.
Not that he was positive the entirety of the Court also wasn't that type, but...
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2025 4:20 pm
“Huh,” Alastor mused. He wondered how many times this Dark Mirror Senshi had to give that spiel; it tumbled from his lips before any further questions were asked. Alastor didn’t mind; he appreciated getting to the point. He’d heard from Sessrumnir, and others, about the Court.
It was still strange to see them.
He distrusted all things Chaos, but he had good reason to.
“And what are you doing with all the energy they’re just ‘plucking out of the air’?”
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