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 Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2025 6:51 pm
Quote: The Gargoyles (1) : Even when you thought you’d seen the last of them, it seems like you’re never really in the clear. A while back, there was an infestation of awful gargoyle creatures–and while every Star Festival had its fair share of oddities, this one seems to have introduced a permanent infestation upon the city. Maybe you see them perched on the roof, or hiding in the shadows, but not all of these grotesque creatures are satisfied with just escaping their interdimensional prison–some of them still have a bone to pick. They seem stony; some of them will watch with a penetrative gaze and never strike to attack, but some of them will dive down to target anyone who gets too close. The monsters come in an array of sizes and shapes, but they are no more than half the size of their target. Their goal is uncertain, but they will crumble into a pile of rocks and dust if struck hard enough. Logan dislike the cold, but he had new duties, as a Mauvian who had only awakened a short while ago. Wandering the city, pretending to be a normal cat, keeping an eye and an ear out for any starseeds calling out for help. He wanted to do a good job. He just... wasn't quite sure of anything. He didn't want to leave his current humans, of course, but living with someone he couldn't truly be himself around was starting to become agonizing. Still. He needed to focus. Shaking his head, he flexed his paws and leapt up to a nearby roof, making a face at the gargoyles poised on the low walls. Gross. He didn't like those. He did perk up when he realized there was another Mauvian nearby, and a Senshi! How nice. Tail erect, he trotted around, looking for them, and did not notice the gargoyles moving in on him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2025 6:51 pm
Going out on patrols with Soyala on his shoulder was a relatively new privilege. Even when Murikabushi had been with the Dark Mirror Court, he hadn’t wanted to impose on her that much. She’d had duties to the Negaverse, after all, and had only shared her skill as a Mauvian with the Court due to the non-aggression agreement between the city’s two Chaos factions (and possibly the fact that you’d have to be crazy and/or heartless to throw a Mauvian face-first into the Black Mirror just to see what would happen—which would’ve been bad enough to inflict on a normal cat and was infinitely worse to do to Mauvians, who were sapient—but Murikabushi admittedly had yet to fact-or-reality check that notion with anybody).
(He probably wasn’t going to fact-or-reality check the idea with anybody, either. Honestly, thinking about it felt insane and out-of-pocket enough that even Albite would have told him to take a few steps back and stop talking crazy. Considering that, Muri didn’t really need to hear external confirmation that yes, his random thoughts were indeed on some absolute bullshit, and no, they had nothing to do with any material reality of why the Court didn’t get to have their own Mauvians. As always, that question remained Probably Not His Business.)
“Never really trust quiet like this,” Muri told her, keeping his voice down as he looked out at the city below them. “Always feels like if there isn’t somebody from Chaos misbehaving and in need of intervention, then I’m about to stumble into another mass gathering of Order auras where they all did something like kidnap a Negaverse senshi, hold him hostage, and torture him—not even for anything he did wrong? But because they’ve got issues to raise with his idiot husband.”
Not that Murikabushi remained Annoyed with people for the whole debacle with Heliodor last Christmas (except for how he kind of did. Not with Grieve, who was just being herself and wasn’t super-invested in the point of the torture beyond her philosophy of “Chaos is magic rabies and needs to be exterminated”—but definitely with the fact that several other, non-Grieve people had heard that plan and gone “Y’know what? Yeah. That sounds like a totally awesome idea. I bet it doesn’t have any massive, glaring flaws that are going to come down on all of us and make even more of a mess than trying to come up with literally any other ideas besides ******** torture”).
But that was almost a year ago. Tonight, Murikabushi had Soya-hime with him and a sea of uncertainty that sprawled out through the city before them.
The roof they’d wound up on was decently high, with stone grotesques that were probably intended to make the building look older than it was. Not high enough to make the rest of the city look like ants or any ridiculous Batman s**t like that, but high enough that getting up here had taken bouncing up some fire escapes. A view from above felt like a good advantage to have during the Season of the Witch, when (in Murikabushi’s own personal, anecdotal experience) Destiny City Weirdness™ definitely seemed to spike. (Part of him wanted to get more than his own anecdotal experience—more than anyone else’s anecdotal experience, as well—but being honest, Muri didn’t know how he’d go about designing that kind of study in a way where the results would actually mean anything, as opposed to being little more than anecdotal evidence with extra steps.
He’d probably need to ask some of Order’s Mauvians to act as an IRB board, for one thing, and that sounded……messy? Difficult? Like something he probably needed to unpack in therapy, and maybe think about more deeply in the context of finally being able to spend time with his beloved, historian grandparents again?)
Feeling another aura approach, even an Order one, Murikabushi briefly tensed. It ebbed out of him, though, as he turned toward it and saw another Mauvian. This one came in orange and brown shades, with shorter hair than Soya’s magnificent pelt. Smiling, Murikabushi raised a hand to wave the little guy over—and then he noticed the gargoyle moving.
“Hey! Behind you!” Calling out to the other Mauvian wasn’t enough, though. As he shifted to move, he told Soyala, “I’m gonna get closer. Protect the new guy. Can you back me up with a Mauvian beam?”
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2025 7:09 pm
Soyala was content to enjoy the chance to patrol with Her Senshi, now that such was a privilege she had. For as long as she could remember, of course, she had been in the habit of claiming people--but this was something special and different, a bond that ran deep enough that she now bore Murikabushi's unsatisfied ouroborus symbol instead of a traditional Mauvian star.
That meant it was even more her duty to guide and protect him, and that meant sticking as close as possible.
"Mm. I trust that if there is trouble, we will find ti and sort it out," she said, confidently. Between the two of them, they could handle most any threat, she was fairly certain.
And it seemed she was correct. Though they'd been looking down on the city before, the threat came from the roof, and Soyala hissed, leaping from Murikabushi's shoulders and landing glaring at the approaching creatures.
"Always, darling," she said, bounding forward to get a good angle to aim her forehead laser and shoot it off at one of the monsters.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2025 7:17 pm
Logan smiled at the appearance of the Senshi and the Mauvian, but the urgency with which the Senshi spoke made him slow his trotting down, confused. His ears flicked back and he finally caught the sound of stone scraping rapidly against more stone. Without looking back, he sprinted forward as fast as his little legs could carry him. The Mauvian blasted one of the gargoyles chasing him, apparently close enough that when it shattered, bits flew all over his back. He hissed his displeasure and fear at the thing having been so close to him, darting between the legs of the Senshi. Gasping, he whipped back around and stayed behind the Senshi's legs as he assessed the situation from his new line of safety. Two more gargoyles were charging up towards them. With a growl, he puffed up his fur and shot his own beam at one of them.
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