The cold hadn’t lasted long enough for Bacchus’ taste. Nowhere near long enough. He was under the impression that it might come back, but who the ******** knew how this planet worked? At least the air hadn’t started sticking to him yet. Multiple people had told him that was an annual tradition for this region of Earth. A stupid annual tradition that the bloody spirits in this area should really ******** reconsider. Not that they’d listen to him. He huffed, wishing that he could strip down to something less hot without ten thousand buttons and buckles. This fuku worked on a planet with decent weather, not so much here. He could drop his henshin, walk around in something comfortable, but it would defeat the purpose of his promised “patrol” if he couldn’t sense those Chaos ******** and kick the s**t out of them. Couldn’t beat the Chaos out of them, no matter what a delicious luxury that would be, so smacking them around had to be the next best thing.
The deep space senshi’s stomach rumbled. He needed to restock his subspace. More snacks, more sand, more everything.
Wait. ********. OK it was another one of those shitheads. Bacchus scanned the area with a furious glower, ready to do…something…to whoever decided to interrupt his unspoken griping.
Noir Songbird
Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2026 4:19 pm
It was springtime, and maybe that meant Sappho could peek out of where she'd hidden herself away and try to like...blossom, or whatever. As a Senshi. Since she was all about flowers, apparently. And maybe she ought to be about more than just throwing things together in Mirrorspace to make a nice, chill little garden to hang out in. Like, it was gorgeous there, and she liked sitting in the peace and quiet in this place she'd made all for herself, but...there was a whole city to experience and whatever, and she should do more of it.
For now, though, she'd found a nice, peaceful spot to chill outside and drain a little energy. It seemed like a perfectly good plan; skim a little off the top from a lot of people, don't bother anyone specific for too much, but get her work done and pay Mirrorspace back for the haven it had given her.
she could feel someone with a White Moon aura nearby, but she didn't feel particularly worried about it. Like, it wasn't someone who knew her, probably, she'd hid away to let all of that die down, and frankly she was Dark Mirror. Surely most White Moon folks knew that the Dark Mirror was basically harmless. They might object to her draining, she guessed, so she called her little creature back to get back in its mirrorshard so she didn't lose her haul,. but...surely that was all she had to do. She could chill out, wait, and they might want to chat but they would probably just pass her by.
"Hey," she called. "Not doing anything nefarious, pinky swear!" Because that would totally work to diffuse any possible tension.
Talking to him like they could have a normal conversation. While she was doing whatever the ******** it was she was doing. Bacchus hadn’t the slightest idea what a “pinky swear” was, but the invitation to swear an oath by one of them sent the bile upward in his throat. Who the ******** did she think she was to attempt to bind him?
“And I’m to take the word of one of you? I’m to bind myself to your terms?” He felt his lips move into a snarl as his voice rose in volume. “While you feed on your own home? Your own people?” The rage boiled within him, intensifying to a fever pitch.
“GLEEFUL BACCHANAL!”
b]Sailor Scout Attack: Gleeful Bacchanal Sailor Bacchus throws his arms out in a welcoming gesture, and a shining mist spreads forth from between his arms as up-tempo music begins to play. Enemies engulfed in the mist finds themselves compelled to join in the revelry, overwhelmed with a sense of powerful, disorienting giddiness that pushes aside other thoughts and makes it very difficult to engage in combat. Through force of will, they may be able to shake the feeling and resume combat. Range -- A circle, 10 feet in diameter centered on Sailor Bacchus Duration -- 25 seconds Uses Per Battle -- 3
Noir Songbird
He got madder faster than I thought he would lmao
Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2026 4:52 pm
Oh. Okay. Very wrong choice of words, apparently.
This wasn't the first time Sappho had seen aliens, but it was the first time she'd gotten so close to one--and if the strangely pale skin didn't seal that he wasn't human, the black sclera and antlers definitely did, plus like who on Earth ******** talked like that, for real??
"Whoa, whoa, I think we have ourselves a little mis....under....standing..."
Sappho knew she was in danger, she swore. But the thing was, suddenly, she didn't care--a terrible state of affairs, but it was like the fight she was almost in didn't matter anymore because she was in some kind of strange mist and there was a party.
She giggled, feeling the up-temp music swell through her, and spun around in a little twirl.
This didn't seem so bad, even if she hadn't been to a party in ages.
Misunderstanding? Misunderstanding? What was there to misunderstand? Was she not a parasite latched to the veins of her planet? Or the servant of one? He wondered what justifications seethed within her. Of course, that mattered less by the second, the moment as the hissing faded into a giddy…not silence, not even all that close, but close enough to relief to push the fury closer to the edges. His head lolled slightly as he allowed it to overtake him. There were worse ways to lose himself, after all.
Ah ********, right. Her. ******** it. Why did they always have to interrupt? A scowl flitted across his face, creasing his brow before vanishing into the placid sea on which he drifted.
Dammit.
Mustering what will he could, the deep space senshi managed a stilted not quite dancelike lunge toward his opponent, attempting to knock her from her feet though not entirely certain what he expected to accomplish. Should he be embarrassed by the clumsiness of his movements? It felt like he should be. His standards were higher. In dance, anyway. Usually.
Noir Songbird
So sorry for the delay, Gaia ate the notifications and I found the older ones after I dug around.
