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 Posted: Wed May 20, 2020 6:40 am
Dusk was only barely settling over the city as Calaverite strolled down the sidewalk of one of the larger outlet malls in the area. Dimming pink light from the sun cast long shadows across the ground, but even so, the warm spring evening enticed many into staying out later than they had during the colder winter months. Couples enjoying cute boutiques and clusters of high schoolers leaving the nearby movie theater ambled around outside the shops, chattering and laughing.
Cala had never had such experiences. He watched them through curious eyes, as if the whole affair was foreign to him. When one group left his line of vision, another took its place. He hadn't gone to high school to make friends like that. He'd never had a girlfriend. No one he'd even seen outside of TV shows had had relationships like that.
He wondered briefly how it happened, how it worked. Everyone seemed to get along without issue somehow. Calaverite's brow knit. He cocked his head. He didn't think he got along like that with anyone, and he couldn't remember a time when so many had such an easy happiness around each other. But then, these people were walking out of a cute parlor shop, carrying cute frozen treats. They should be happy.
Ooooooh!
Maybe he could be happy with something like that too. It was upon seeing a cone adorned with a cute, squishy, green marshmallow bird that Calaverite decided, yes, he wanted.
He waited in the short line at the shop (he could be patient if he had to be), and selected the most colorful toppings once it was his turn. There were sprinkles and nuts and little gummy o's. And the marshmallow he'd seen. This was a good treat. He accepted the cone as it was passed to him, beaming in delight. As it was handed off, the portly man behind the counter informed him, "That'll be $6.97."
Calaverite shot the man a skeptical look. He didn't carry money. He didn't have money to carry. So he ignored the comment, turned on his heel, and began to stride away.
It was a woman who snatched his arm, and Cala whipped to glare at her. "Excuse me! You can't leave without paying!" She snapped. Stereotypical 'Karen.' Tall, brown hair, dark sunglasses propped atop her head. Calaverite's expression slid into a scowl. Ivory was weak and thin. He could be yanked around by pretty much anyone who put their hands on him. Calaverite was not.
He wrenched away, snarling aggressively as he staggered backward to put space between him. The woman's expression faltered. "Nobody said you could touch me!" Cala spat. "I don't know you! You can't touch me!" He held his treat firmly in one hand (no one was going to take it from him), and the other drew down, encased in a swirl of dancing dark magic. "Call the Dead" he rumbled softly as the magic spilled from his fingers and slid across the floor, forming into two, mangled rats that gnashed their teeth at those nearest to them.
Squeals of terror erupted from the shop's patrons, and they scrambled away from Calaverite and his creatures. They were quite small, but the stink radiating off them was enough to make anyone vomit, and the sight of them was somehow worse: dark sockets for eyes, entrails seeping out of distended bellies, flesh cut off of tails to reveal bone. "Get them," Cala hissed softly, and at his command, the rats moved, charging their dilapidated bodies at those closest.
Cala stood near the door. No one dared run past him, but the civilians shrieked and darted toward the back of the shop, vaulting over the counter to use it as a barrier between them and him. But Cala didn't care about the others. He only cared about Karen.
He lunged, fingers clawing briefly at the fabric of her shirt before his hand sank into her chest. She screamed in horror, a sound that caught and strangled in her throat as he plucked her starseed free of its confines, and her body crumpled to the ground.
He'd only wanted the ice cream. It hadn't needed to be this way.
But Cala's creatures lasted only a handful of seconds, and no one tried to stop him this time as he shrugged and stepped lazily out of the store.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2020 5:07 pm
Being "Damian Howe" felt strange, like wearing an outfit that didn't quite fit. Still, there were things he had to be himself to do, and going out to go grocery shopping near his apartment was one of those things. Chaos alone couldn't keep him sustained; that was silly to even contemplate.
His trip, however, might have to be put off--he could hear a commotion nearby, and it gave him pause.
Especially once he could see the person at the center of it. That was absolutely a Corrupted Senshi, and definitely not an Eternal--which meant that Ashanite outranked him, which meant that it was probably his job to step in when someone was out causing chaos this way.
So he ducked into a secluded spot and let the mantle of General Ashanite settle around his shoulders, and when he stepped out into the crowd, it was with a flourish. This was only the second time he'd been out in his new uniform, but even without a bare chest and with his weapon stashed in subspace, he drew eyes. A six-foot-two dude with hair nearly as long as he was tall, trailing a dramatic, flashy cape and walking with authority tended to turn heads.
"Senshi! He called, voice sharp. "Who in the bloody hell is your superior officer, that they let you run amok like this?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2020 6:52 am
Hmmmph. Once free of the parlor, Calaverite's focus went immediately back to his ice cream. It had begun to melt, leaving sticky trails down the cone, and a handful of toppings had slid off when he'd charged that woman. He pouted at the treat, offended that it was no longer exactly what he'd wanted, with the gummies and marshmallows... Was it even worth eating now? That stupid woman had ruined it!
He took a tentative lick, anyway, catching at a peachie-o with his teeth as he turned to walk back down the sidewalk.
He'd barely made it a step when a weird tickle of something flicked distractingly along the edges of his comprehension. Cala crinkled his nose and turned his head, eyes pinched as he surveyed his surroundings for the source. Something felt odd in a peculiarly familiar way. He didn't have to look very hard to spot a man striding purposely toward him, and comprehension came soon after that. That distracting tickle was just a general's aura.
But this was only relevant to him if he was trying to go back home and needed a lift. Which he wasn't. He still had so much looking to do. He took another lick of his melting ice cream and thought to ignore the approaching agent.
But he supposed he didn't really want to be followed around and screamed at all evening.
He whipped back around, long hair fanning out in a curtain around him that spilled forward over his shoulders as he jerked to shoot an accusing glower at the man. "I don't need anyone to let me do anything," he snapped. "Hessonite corrupted me, but she's too busy to pay attention to me," Cala grumbled. "So the other generals just pick me up and drop me off whenever I want. And I wanted to 'run amok,' so I did," he retorted with a quiet huff. "I'm trying to eat my ice cream, so go away. I'll find someone to take me back when I'm ready."
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2021 2:09 pm
Ashanite tilted his head to the side. Ah. Another disrespectful, mouthy Lieutenant, like he had been once. Someone who thought all too highly of himself, and hadn't yet learned what proper discipline meant.
Ashanite would just have to teach him.
He snapped a hand out, shoving it into the Corrupt's chest, and wrapped his hand around the starseed within. He squeezed, not enough pressure to damage, but enough to make a point, and smiled in the pleasant way of someone who was inches from committing murder.
"Well then, we'll have to ensure we find you some proper supervision," he said, "because you simply cannot be doing this. Behavior like yours draws unnecessary attention, and if you're going to behave this foolishly while powered up, without any goal in mind but your own selfishness, you shame our mutual General-Queen." He tilted his head to the side. "Name and sphere, Senshi, so I know exactly who I'm reprimanding."
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