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 Posted: Mon May 04, 2026 5:46 pm
Fyceline liked to think that he was going to be the bearer of good news. He'd been keeping an eye out for the white-haired Super Senshi in green and gold, the one he'd spotted Pyrrhus approaching and grabbed that murderous alien away from. The situation seemed thoroughly obvious to Fyceline, and in Fyceline's head only; surely that poor Senshi would appreciate him removing the problem from the playing field.
It was a completely chance encounter, really--the Senshi must have been turning in energy at the same time as Fyceline (still had his duties to the Negaverse, didn't need anyone looking too close and getting upset about his personal project taking up valuable work hours, and he had a free and easy resource to drain from anyway!) and there he was.
"Excuse me," Fyceline said, coming up beside him and gently tapping him on the shoulder, "you don't know me, but I think we have a...mutual problem?"
Honestly, he needed to tell someone. What was the point of taking such a danger off the playing field if no one even knew what he'd done. And surely a man who had been followed and harassed by that alien menace would understand what he was doing.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2026 2:46 pm
Tyndareus hated how stressed he was. He couldn't ******** find Pyrrhus, and he knew that something terrible had happened. Investigating was getting tiresome when every route he took turned up with a dead end, and none of the people involved in this were turning up any clues whatsoever. Meeting up with Troilus so often to exchange what little news they had was getting dangerous. The tension within him was coiled so tightly he nearly jumped when Fyceline approached him and tapped him to get his attention. Thankfully, he didn't—years and years of extreme self-control kept his feet firmly on the ground and his shoulders rigidly in place. "A mutual problem?" he repeated, raising his eyebrows. "And would would that be, Captain...?"
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2026 3:16 pm
"Fyceline," the Captain said, easily. Of course this Senshi wouldn't know him; he had absolutely no reason to. Fyceline and Thasseritum had primarily worked together, and their General had only been interested in the most perfunctory oversight. Which was why it fell entirely to Fyceline to care about and to avenge Thasseritum's murder.
"I think you and I have both dealt with the same dangerous alien? Purple skin, elf ears, violet and gold spacey fuku?" Surely that was more than enough of a description. Then again, there seemed to be a large number of alien menaces. "He calls himself Pyrrhus, I think."
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2026 3:36 pm
Tyndareus's heart stopped, but he only raised his eyebrows higher and tried not to sweat. Fyceline knew something, then, but what did he know? Did he know where Pyrrhus was? Did he somehow manage to figure out Tyndareus was planning to defect? What exactly did this Captain think? Calm down. Analyze. The uncertainty in who Pyrrhus was seemed genuine. The concern certainly seemed genuine. Fyceline clearly thought he was doing Tyndareus a favor. Probe for more information."Ah, yes, I know him quite well," Tyndareus said dryly. "I've, ah... butted heads with him often. Seems personal. But what's he done to you?"
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2026 3:50 pm
"Personal, hm. He seems to be very good at that." Fyceline had worked so hard to compartmentalize. To be able to say what he was about to say without breaking down. Having Pyrrhus at his mercy helped, perhaps more than anything else.
It was, he knew, what Thasseritum would have wanted.
"He killed my husband, you see. I suppose it wasn't personal to him, necessarily--who knows what kinds of monsters these aliens are, I mean, they're literally not even human, so we probably barely rate as alive to them." He shook his head. "Anyway, I just...thought you'd like to know that the problem is taken care of. Or will be."
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2026 5:03 pm
Tyndareus bit his tongue. Hard. So that was who Pyrrhus had killed. ********, it couldn't have just been some nobody, could it have? "I'm sorry for your loss," he said, and at least it was partially genuine. He didn't feel very sorry about it, given the crime that Pyrrhus had put Thassiterum down for, but it seemed nobody in the Negaverse knew about this, and at least, he wouldn't be rude to a grieving widow. "Taken care of? Interesting," he mused. "I was rather hoping I would be the one handling him." Realizing he would need a why, he came up with something on the fly. "To tell the truth, he claims we were bonded mates, back when my starseed belonged to some kind of... osprey-like alien before he died and it was passed to me in reincarnation. I thought I'd slowly been drawing him over to our side."
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2026 5:24 pm
"Thank you," Fyceline said. "It's been...difficult, but revenge helps." Probably technically an unhinged thing to say, but they were both magical warriors and perhaps it became a bit more understandable under their specific circumstances.
He wrinkled his nose at what Tyndareus described as his "relationship" with Pyrrhus--sounded a little stalkerish, if Fyceline was honest, and if it was someone else he would have commended turning something like that on its head. These aliens probably could be useful weapons for the Negaverse, given the chance.
Unfortunately, this particular monster was his.
"That would be sort of romantic, if not for who it was coming from," he said. "I am sorry to get in the way of your work, but unfortunately I can't let him live after what he did. You understand." He shrugged. "But if you want to say goodbye, I have him in the abandoned Our Lady of Good Counsel church off Cedar." He paused, briefly. "And I'd prefer the minimum number of people possible knew about this."
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2026 5:32 pm
"Alas, it is what it is. Your revenge is more important than my little... osprey and rat game," Tyndareus said with a bit of a smirk at his rephrasing of the old metaphor. "I wouldn't expect anything less. Just promise me you won't get cheesy with it, will you? I mean, don't say anything like 'My name is Fyceline, you killed my husband, prepare to die'. While The Princess Bride is an excellent movie, of course, I'm afraid it wouldn't be very intimidating to Pyrrhus. Unfortunately, that is on the short list of movies he's apparently seen." He paused, inhaling slowly. "I promise, nobody else will know. And thank you, for giving me the opportunity to say goodbye. I was starting to get rather fond of him. Perhaps, when this is all over, we could get some drinks together. I know who I'm losing is not nearly as important as who you've already lost, but... It would be nice, anyway."
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