Something sickening prickled down her spine as she walked, heels clicking against the stone pathway she followed. At first, she continued on unbothered, simply focusing on the feeling and trying to understand it. It was like the many feelings similar to it she had experienced on the in-between plane, where the fight against that creature had occurred. A world eater…. Pah. Something beyond explanation, and even after seeing it, she still doubted if it could do what the logbook had hinted at.
Pausing only when she reached a fork in the path, she tapped at her chin and looked both ways. One seemed to head towards other buildings, which were in a similarly abandoned state as the one she had taken up residence in, the other path seemed to head towards a more lit and lively area. Scowling, she chose the secluded path and noticed that prickly feeling growing closer. Pulling a pen from her subspace, attached to a small notebook, she scrawled a small note of the path she took for future reference.
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It was strange being in a mood that wasn't…Chaotic.
This was something Villon noticed more and more as he went out now. It was probably due to the fact that he felt like he should be retired from this sort of thing. However, being in the negaverse was kind of like a job for him [that he did get paid for to be honest], which meant he felt compelled to go out and patrol when he would rather be cuddled up to his wife in his big comfy a** bed.
But alas, it was not meant to be and so he was out on what would be a beautiful summer night, taking starseeds and sapping energy from whatever civilians he could. It was rather easy since he’s had so much experience, but at the same time he wished there was something more to keep him entertained. Wither made sure to tell him that he couldn't kill civilians all the time which did annoy him a bit because he was now bored, a dangerous combo when combined with the fact that he would rather be at home then out in the park.
The corrupt was about to head back towards his home when he felt an order signature in the area. Finally! Something that could probably take a beating and maybe keep him entertained for at least five minutes. Depending on the outcome, he might have the excuse to go see that bug of his for some last minute healing before heading home. He really needed to give the alien some more seeds…He didn't know exactly what he did [meaning if he ate them or not] but it seemed to make him content so he would keep doing it.
Taking care of your things and keeping them happy is something that he surprisingly excelled at. Villon casually made his way down towards the abandoned portion of the city, wondering what kind of do-gooder he would have fun with this time.
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It gnawed at her, and she paused in her writing as something approached. It felt… like that burst of energy that had happened during the battle. That same vein, but so very much weaker. A trickle perhaps, but it still itched at her. It was foreign just as the other had been, but this one didn’t make her sick. Perhaps it was because of the difference in strength, but without knowing what it was or what caused it, she settled for being cautious for now.
Turning slightly, as she wrote a few more notes, she cast her magic. Even if they weren’t close enough yet, their speech would be scrambled as they entered her area. Nothing harmful, but it might dissuade any annoying and bothersome questions she didn’t feel like entertaining with an answer.
“Vocal cipher,” she whispered, and her encryption floated dimly around her. It didn’t seem as potent or as thorough as it was sometimes. Another instance of the warped nature of the encryption and her planet. It made her seethe with anger, another curse laid upon her by her world beside the thousand years of solitude and silence.
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It didn't take Villon long before he made it to the source of the order signature he felt. Well, this one was on the taller side, taller than him even which was extremely rare to see. He walked closer but as soon as he did he felt….Off. He wasn't sure what the feeling was but the corrupted senshi didn't like it, which meant that he would need to get this over quickly. Narrowing his eyes, Villon slowly opened his mouth, feeling the bulge of his power coming through his throat. He didn't waste anymore time, spitting an inky blob at the senshi before him.
It didn't matter how big they were, it just meant that they fell harder when he eventually knocked them down a peg or two.
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Hearing something, she turned to see the source of that prickly feeling and watched as they looked to be coughing something up. It was disgusting, whatever that blob was, but then it was
moving towards her and through her before she managed to stomp on it.
Then the treeline and man fell away, and she saw rows upon rows of books surrounding her. Volumes she recognized, a sight burned into her that she had been trying to get away from since making it to this world. Pulling that book out, the cursed encryption taunted her as she looked towards the shelves.
She hadn’t escaped… had she? The thought had been tugging at her for a while, becoming more persistent since the encounter with the calamitous hollow. Now she felt as if it was perhaps all some sort of making of her own mind. How incredulous that such a creature existed and hadn’t come to Portia before. Stepping through the rows, her scowl grew, and her pace quickened. Even with the tome she was linked to this prison, she was still stuck. Did that mean even Desiree was just a figment of her mind that she created?
The idea hit her with such force that she bit back a scream. It was cruel to have the idea and hope that she’d finally escaped, just to be proven right in the end.
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Villon smirked triumphantly when his little friend hit the senshi and disappeared. God what he wouldn’t give to know what they saw when they were having nightmares. But since he didn't have powers to read people’s minds [he was sure that would make him enemy number one on the opposite side], he watched with his head tilted as the senshi went through the motions, growing more and more curious about what she was seeing.
If anything the giant woman seemed like she was angry about something, but that was none of his concern and he had better things to do. This one was not like his little moth healer so he REALLY had no interest in trying to tame something so giant and strange. Welp, it seemed like he wouldn't be paying the moth a visit but that was alright, it would give him time to find more seeds and plants for the little guy to do…Whatever he usually does with them. Finding the woman’s tantrum on the boring side, the senshi took off in the direction he came in search of someone that wouldn't mind giving him their starseed.
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When the library faded, she found herself in a different clearing but still on the planet Earth. Or was it really Earth? How could she know? Sinking down into the grass on her knees, she breathed heavily as she felt the p***k of her nails in her skin drawing blood. It was real, pain was real, even if this place wasn’t.
How could she be sure? How could she cut herself off from Portia? Even if she died because of it, it would still be a mercy to the prison she’d been held in.
Viva Viola
