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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2025 6:08 pm
As it turned out, working to git gud was easier said than done in real life. In a game, enemies had actual attack patterns you could learn (unless any given fight used a lack of attack patterns to make a point about an enemy’s character). While they often had variety in their designs, the realities of making a video game imposed some limits on that variety. Players were meant to learn their way around dealing with opponents, even if it took a while.
Reality did not have such restrictions on enemy design.
Knights and their White Moon senshi, as Nekoite kept finding out the hard way, came in all sorts of interesting colors and versions, with all sorts of weapons or magic, respectively. Sure, the Knights had some kind of thematic unity going on—shared symbols and color schemes, magic that tended to align itself in certain ways (Saturn Knight magic liked ghosts and spooky stuff, while Lysithea Knight magic liked unicorns and sparkly things)—but that didn’t make the individual Knights any less varied in their approaches to things. Learning individual attack patterns wasn’t as helpful when each of them would’ve been at least a Mini-Boss, if not a proper, outright Boss fight.
Nominally, Nekoite was using tonight to learn some more general tactics that he could apply to fights going forward……but he hadn’t stumbled into any Knights or White Moon senshi just yet. Patrolling through Lafayette Park, Nekoite had mostly encountered civilians out late. He’d gotten a decent amount of energy off of them, amassing an orb he’d be proud to take back to Negaspace when he got a ride from Andesine or Arsenolite or someone else later. But nobody out and about tonight seemed particularly fight-able.
Like, what was this? Did all of the White Moon’s magical soldiers have finals going on or something? Weird if so, because Nekoite felt pretty certain that the enormous Marge Simpson demon senshi was probably too old to be in high school or college. But……whatever. If tonight wound up being a bust for combat practice, Nekoite could still gather energy and get some writing done.
Sitting himself down on the back of a park bench, he pulled out his tablet and opened one of the Notes app files where he’d been working on a fic. As civilians went by, he pulled energy off them, one at a time, but like, all of them left under their own power, so it was probably fine. So what if they got a little sluggish or whatever? They’d be fine.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2025 9:16 am
From her vantage point within some bushes, Cuan watched the officer through narrowed eyes. As far as she could see and sense, the boy was alone. His energy signature wasn’t terribly concerning. And, had he not been siphoning energy that he was by no means entitled to, the little lykoi would have been content to leave him be. Sometimes, she knew, people just went out whilst powered up to say be able to honestly say that they were doing something. It was a thing that happened. She couldn’t change it. But the longer she watched, the more confused she became. The boy didn’t look like the average park goer. And yet, not a single person who walked by even so much as glanced at him.
She was forced to conclude that humans, some at least, were gods damned idiots with absolutely dire survival instincts.
Now, she could have called Saiph or possibly even Chariklo to deal with this little officer, but that would take time. No, this was something that she, tiny as she was, could easily handle. Creeping from the bushes, she kept her eyes trained on the officer as she slunk closer. Cuan had decided to give him one chance to stop what he was doing. It was only fair and right to do that much. If he persisted, well. She had sharp claws, sharper teeth and the ability to shoot lasers from the star on her forehead. Making a final dash to a tree directly behind the bench where the officer sat, Cuan climbed. There was a branch just above the boy’s head that would serve her needs. Looking down, she tilted her head. He was just writing? And not even a report? She waited until they were reasonably alone, tail twitching in self-satisfaction. Then, she opened her mouth and screamed, her already high-pitched voice taking on an eerie quality as she yowled and sung for the officer the song of her people.
Amor Remanet I’m sorry for the slow! I got home from the dentist and just kind of crashed. orz
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