Sailor Bacchus rolled his shoulders as he walked through Destiny City’s offensive late spring warmth. The return of the frogs to the ponds was, of course, a welcome change but that didn’t do anything to mitigate the fact that the air was beginning to stick to him once more. As relieved as he was to be rid of the embarrassment that came with prancing around in the uniform he’d worn when he was eight, this one was significantly more difficult to strip off when the weather turned. It would be nice if there were some laces he could loosen to drop some of it, or maybe he could install one of the zippers the humans were so fond of. Not that he knew how that worked. His sewing skills stopped at the machinery that threatened to shred his fingers and he wasn’t entirely certain he had any interest in changing that. Not when he could probably pay someone else to do it, he always met interesting people during his other nocturnal adventures.
With a soft hiss he tugged at the cuffs of his sleeves. At least he didn’t have to wear this all the time.
“Ah s**t.”
These Chaos pricks could never just let him have an evening to himself.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2026 10:59 am
Slipping under a trellis arch, heavy and dangling with spring turned summer growth, Hybris gently worked his jaw with a quiet sigh. The capelet and waistcoat were long gone, along with the sash. The drapey, sheer fabric of a Dark Mirror senshi pinned up with his brooch, along with the ends of his shirt, to tease at the pale, slim waist that was often bait enough inside his preferred hunting grounds.
Tired and clearly satisfied, a little rumpled, it had clearly been a good enough night so far. And as he looked at the extremely tall, extremely alien senshi of the White Moon, Hybris's mild smile didn't falter.
"Oh, hello. How have you been?" As if they were regular acquaintances. Friends even.
The flippancy of the stranger’s greeting was baffling, momentarily overcome by the bizarre nature of the situation as his sluggish brain processed the casual friendliness with which he addressed him. The ******** p***k. He may not feel the same way as the other Chaos senshi but he still looked wrong. Felt wrong. Everything about him was an insult. Whatever his own failings, he hadn’t willingly fed his own world to an abomination. Even through the haze of anger and the whirling in his head he knew that.
“The ******** is wrong with you?” He didn’t remember the right human word for those little shits that burrowed into flesh to eat someone from within. “You rootless scurrying ********, sucking the blood from your planet. Wasn’t enough to leave your first one to die?”
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2026 11:22 am
The accusations were both colorful and gave Hybris a sense of importance few who knew him would attribute his general existence. On the whole, it was rather charming, if mean and delivered with something less than sobriety.
"Oh...is reviving it..." fine features shifted from wide-eyed confusion to something approaching wonder, "...is that something we can do?"
“TICK! That’s what that is!” Scurrying ******** was a better name for what Bacchus intended to describe, particularly when it came to pricks like this, but the other senshi deserved to know exactly how he was insulting him.
He blinked slowly as the purple-clad stranger spoke, the certainty of his intended sarcasm wormed its way through his brain. As a consummate “bullshitter” as the humans liked to call it, Bacchus was as certain as he could be of anything that this rancid belch of the Galaxy Cauldron was doing his best to work whatever charms he thought he had to avoid a confrontation.
“Don’t you ever get bored with that bit?” He didn’t, but that was hardly important right now. “DIZZYING MIRTH!”
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Dizzying Mirth Sailor Bacchus raises his arms, emitting a shining mist from between them and a raucous melody floats through the air. Enemies engulfed in the mist find themselves compelled to join in the revelry, overwhelmed with a sense of giddiness, disorientation, and a powerful urge to dance to the music. This 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, 15 feet in diameter and centered on Sailor Bacchus Duration -- 35 seconds Uses Per Battle -- 2
lizbot
Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2026 1:31 pm
"How rude, of course I don't," Hybris began mildly, and the call of magic had him wondering if it was time to run away, but a compelling beat had him start to tap along rather than sprint away. Heart beginning to keep time with the whirling, energetic rhythm, there was a heady rush of satisfaction when the music fully struck up around him. He was surrounded and compelled to move with it, and as he did so, grabbed the other's wrist.
"Oh..." he voiced, pulling and spinning the alien senshi into an aggressive mishmash somewhere between a square dance and a lindyhop. "Are you the senshi of red shoes?"
And then Hybris was laughing, spinning along with a world that was going thin, fast, and a just a bit dangerous around the edges.
He felt a chuckle welling up within his chest. It was pretty funny in a ******** up way, wasn’t it?
Whirling glee swept away the concern that threatened to creep inward, he definitely didn’t need that s**t.
Could do…something…bad to the Chaos senshi later. Scratch the itch to banish the prickling wrongness of that aura. Not now though, he wasn’t one to waste one of the rare moments where his mind wasn’t clawing at what was left of ******** it.
Whatever resistance he might have had slipped loose with the not quite gentle tug of his magic. Music ran electric up his nerves as he let the stranger pull him into a dance. Some distant part of him objected, probably that stupid little ******** that did its feeble best to drag him back to some fragile semblance of an unattainable standard long since lost to the ages.
Well, ******** that guy.
“Revelry!” A shouted answer met the other senshi’s odd question. If there was something wrong with his eyes that was a problem for later, and certainly not one for him. A stupid, delirious giggle escaped him at the admission. Describing himself in those ancient familiar terms would normally feel idiotic, but it couldn’t hook onto him for now. “Thousand years longer than you’ve spun on this rock!” The centuries could never sustain the bacchanal, not as long as he’d like, but that wouldn’t stop him from relishing what he could.
lizbot
Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2026 5:30 pm
Gradually, Hybris's movements began to follow rather than lead, mirroring and blending with the other's movements first a step behind, but soon nearly matching beat for beat. The alien senshi's dance wasn't entirely strange, but there was an exciting bones of the unfamiliar under each spin, stomp, and kick of the feet. He wondered, distantly, if Murikabushi had dances from his homeworld that could be passed on, or if that was the sole realm of these space fellows.
"Revelry?" Hybris laughed back. "You must be popular!" Wouldn't if be fun, to be under this magic and Lete's? A combination to surely make someone's heart burst.
"To a thousand more year of Revelry!" As his cheer rose up, he passed his free hand over his face and suddenly Bacchus found himself facing a taller partner. Exactly as tall as himself. And a voice calling, "Now guess mine!" In his own voice.
Passing under the arch of their joined hands, Bacchus danced on with Bacchus.
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Follow the Leader
illusion: with a sweep of his hand, Hybris takes on the exact appearance of one target for the duration of his magic. Mainly used for distraction and confusion. He cannot change his energy signature but will appear as an exact replica of his target. As a perfect reflection of them, he can mimic their voice, but he cannot mimic any magic.
duration: 35 seconds range: 15 feet target: single uses: 2
Popularity was a strange thing to consider, maybe it was the centuries that had passed since he’d had any desire to perform, much less an audience.
“I definitely draw a crowd when I want to.”
While the Dark Mirror Senshi’s transformation caught Bacchus off guard, he couldn’t restrain the raucous laugh that spilled forth at the sight of his own face. “Well, you’ve got good taste in disguises, at least,” the ancient alien crowed. It was certainly an improvement, as far as he was concerned. “Can’t blame you for wanting to try it on.”
He didn’t let his face, the one attached to him anyway, betray his consternation. Funny as that s**t was, that visage was also enough to raise the bile within him. The p***k reflected in the stranger’s form had ruined everything, it would definitely be satisfying to give him a punch or two. “Mimicry? Mirrors? Transcendent beauty?”
At least he made a good dance partner.
lizbot
Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2026 9:37 am
Well, the alien certainly wasn't at all stupid, now was he? Gravity and momentum sped the pull and swing of their dance closer to a near frenetic height. The pinpricks of streetlights grew more intense as the dark that bracketed them deepened.
"I'm a copy and not a true thing," Hybris sang out. "A lovely sight the glass may bring." Leaning close as they brushed by, he finished, the visage of Bacchus reasoning to himself, "Just a phantom twin, without any sting."
As the giddy tide began to ebb the world regained its unforgiving edges, forcing the facsimile of his own face into focus. Bacchus suspected that someone else would have found the experience unsettling, but at this point in his excessively long life it was little more than a biting irritation.
He chuckled softly, “You’re fun, pity you’ve got bad taste in allies.”
With a swift motion he pulled the other senshi closer, attempting a headbutt to his face. It would probably leave a bruise on his original face, but he also knew that it was unlikely he’d have a better opportunity to headbutt himself. Or an almost convincing approximation.
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