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Re: Juuban Land (Open)
"Not a fan of the crowds, hmm?" Akane says. "Well that's no reason not to enjoy the fashion. There's a group I know that does regular showings. No large groups, and the people are usually very good about personal hygiene, unlike a lot of those convention goers." She winked.
The other scouts exchange their numbers as well with each Nicholas and Aki. Kousuke was writing his number down as well when Aki makes her feelings on the matter known. Her advice that he try to forget all the things that he saw today seems to really hit him hard. Crestfallen, his eyes hit the floor.
"I see. Yeah... well, I'll try. I guess."
He walks out of the apartment, not saying another word. Miki stares silently after him and then runs after him leaving just the three of you left.
"I'm guessing he's not going to be forgetting anytime soon. Poor guy," Akane said. "Look, I'm going to head off, but you two have my number. Call me sometime this weekend and we'll go shopping or something. All right?"
She headed out, and then there were just the two of them, Aki and Nicholas. They were free to make any additional goodbyes or comments that they wished, but eventually, each new senshi soldier would find themselves going back to their own homes, pondering over what had occurred today and the brand new life that they were about to have.
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Meanwhile, in the Negaverse...
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The muffled sound of moans and whimpers echoed throughout the chamber as Arokash strode delicately along the purple paths between the tentacle clusters. It reminded him of being within a jungle foliage, densely packed with vines and brambles and greenery, only all of that was replaced by the grey-black tendrils of the Nega Core. And like any greenery worthy of note, this jungle sported many flowers in the form of their female conquests. Some Toblaians, some Yablizi, and even now a trickle of Earthling women decorated the inner most quarters of the the Dark Palace. The mirrored nature of the universe meant that the biology of all three species were quite similar, with only minor aesthetic quirks separating them... like a natural eye color of red for the Yablizi or the slightly pointed ears of the Toblaians. In the end, they were all food and pleasure for the Negaverse to feast upon.
His hand idly trace along the thigh of a young earthling woman, picked up only today along with three others. Her eyes showed bewilderment, fear, and exhaustion. No doubt she was heading nicely to breaking point. It would be better for her after that. Acceptance of her existence as tentacle food was the only choice left to her.
The general moved onward, up a short flight of steps, and through a fleshy wall that slid apart to reveal a meeting chamber just beyond.
"Fashionably late, as always Arokash?" Came a proud man's voice. That would be Calabite no doubt. Dressed in finery, goblet in hand, the platinite crown of victory upon his head to mark him as the conqueror of Toblaia.
"The Speaker is not here yet, Calabite, so I have missed nothing of import, save for your boasting or the services of bodyslaves," Arokash responded.
There were many bodyslaves. Nubile young things who had been thus far spared the final sentencing of being thrown to the Nega Core in favor of personal service to its minions. Arokash found the idea arousing, but distasteful. To him, these servants of light had already been beaten. There was no need to prolong their agony.
He looked at the other generals. Besides Calabite there was Ysperita, with that thousand yard stare of hers, and the Defiler, who was enjoying the dedicated attentions of his new prize concubine, who was on her knees before him bobbing her head slowly up and down between his thighs. To the side, freshly forged from the Core, was a new up and comer from the warrior caste. Sadisto, that was the new general's name.
Arokash took a seat, lounging to his side, adjusting the mask that he wore across his face to hide his true visage.
"I heard tell that Horma was killed earlier today, not long after a tremendous spike of positive energy was detected on Earth," Arokash led off.
"Indeed. We have been discussing it," Ysperita said from her own seat, where a young Yablizi male, dressed only in a loin cloth, was giving her an oiled massage and kissing her neck softly. "Though it was not one spike, but four or five. Horma's plan failed spectacularly. Seems that little tirade about proving us all wrong about him was the last word about his utter incompetence. We are well served to be rid of him."
"Indeed," Calabite said, "But even as the weakest of us, I couldn't imagine he would be so foolish as to try a gambit that would bring four senshi and a guardian together, just at the beginning of our invasion effort. It will make things more difficult than they needed to be."
"Not up to the challenge, oh conqueror?" Ysperita teased.
"Oh I'm up to it, I just thought you would like an easier opportunity to pull your own weight for once, Ysperita." Calabite shot back.
From the Defiler's chair came a deep chuckle, followed by a grunt, and a pitiful whine from the concubine as she was forced to swallow what she was given. If the Defiler was going to say something, he never got the chance to, for at that moment the inky black pool at the center of the chamber began to bubble, signalling the entrance of the Speaker.
She rose from the pool, nude, dripping in the ichor of the Nega Core. To Arokash's knowledge, she might very well be made of it. A true daughter of the Negaverse, scion to the unimaginable power that lurked at its center. She was their empress, their dark messiah, their Speaker.
"Lady Entropos, we are honored by your presence." Calabite began, ever the politician and smooth talker. Arokash knew better. Entropos would not be fooled by sycophants.
"The Negaverse speaks," Entropos said, her voice unearthly and reverberating throughout the chamber. "Four Senshi of light have awoken on the world known as Earth. They must be captured and brought to the Nega Core, where their powers will add to my own, or, failing that, they must be destroyed."
"They are weaklings, my lady. Easily accounted for. The guardian though, known as Ronin Pure. He has been active for far longer, and seems to have developed his powers quite extensi--"
"Ronin Pure is irrelevant. It is the Senshi that must be stopped from achieving their potential. We must also ensure that the Earthlings have no way of traveling beyond the limits of their world for aid. Warrior Sadisto. It is your duty to go to Earth and collect the traveling stones."
"It is my honor and duty, my lady." Sadisto said with a smart salute.
"Ysperita, you will ensure the placement of the thrones on Earth. Now that the Senshi are awakened, it is time to create the Yama Kings that will bring about their ultimate downfall."
"My lady, there is no need for these half-measures. If I were allowed to access Earth, I could have its masses kneeling before you, pledging their lives to you in a week," Calabite declared.
"Enough, Calabite. You shall not have access to that significant a portion of energy until the Nega Core has had more time to feed and strengthen itself. Remember your place. You may be a Conqueror, but I am Speaker."
Calabite scowled and crossed his arms, his glare murderous but impotent at the moment.
In the meantime, Sadisto had already made his way out of the chamber, readying for his assault.
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The following Saturday afternoon, at the Crown arcade...
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Aki has returned to her comfort zone, getting in a nice couple hours of arcade gaming while her new friends, Akane, Miki, and Nicholas, go around the nearby shops to look at outfits and get some dinner together. The two other girls had to really drag Nicholas away from his books and house and force him to be something other than a recluse today.
At a certain point, Miki gets a phone call, which she says she has to take and wanders away for a little bit, leaving Akane and Nicholas alone for a bit. The redhead ends up eyeing Nicholas seriously for a bit, then, as if making up her mind about something blurts out a question.
"So, Nicholas, which one of us do you think is the hottest? Aki, Miki, or me?"
Meanwhile, at her arcade game: Super Awesome Street Tekken Combat vs Comcap vs Mutant Superheros/Gods Around Us Gold Edition, her normal solo practice session is interrupted by a tall boy who puts a couple coins on the bottom screen and challenges.
He chooses an odd combination of fighters and squares off against Aki. He's not bad, she thinks. A definite dedicated gamer, but she manages to beat him. Most guys, when they see her level of skill, just go away, sulking that they've lost to a girl, but without a word he continues to put coin after coin into the game, losing to Aki consistently, but getting better and closer every time.
He continues to not say anything, which may or may not creep Aki out. But when he reaches his last coin, he changes teams to a completely different combination and surprises Aki with a close victory. Aki hardly ever loses at this game, so it comes as a shock.
"Not a fan of the crowds, hmm?" Akane says. "Well that's no reason not to enjoy the fashion. There's a group I know that does regular showings. No large groups, and the people are usually very good about personal hygiene, unlike a lot of those convention goers." She winked.
The other scouts exchange their numbers as well with each Nicholas and Aki. Kousuke was writing his number down as well when Aki makes her feelings on the matter known. Her advice that he try to forget all the things that he saw today seems to really hit him hard. Crestfallen, his eyes hit the floor.
"I see. Yeah... well, I'll try. I guess."
He walks out of the apartment, not saying another word. Miki stares silently after him and then runs after him leaving just the three of you left.
"I'm guessing he's not going to be forgetting anytime soon. Poor guy," Akane said. "Look, I'm going to head off, but you two have my number. Call me sometime this weekend and we'll go shopping or something. All right?"
She headed out, and then there were just the two of them, Aki and Nicholas. They were free to make any additional goodbyes or comments that they wished, but eventually, each new senshi soldier would find themselves going back to their own homes, pondering over what had occurred today and the brand new life that they were about to have.
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Meanwhile, in the Negaverse...
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The muffled sound of moans and whimpers echoed throughout the chamber as Arokash strode delicately along the purple paths between the tentacle clusters. It reminded him of being within a jungle foliage, densely packed with vines and brambles and greenery, only all of that was replaced by the grey-black tendrils of the Nega Core. And like any greenery worthy of note, this jungle sported many flowers in the form of their female conquests. Some Toblaians, some Yablizi, and even now a trickle of Earthling women decorated the inner most quarters of the the Dark Palace. The mirrored nature of the universe meant that the biology of all three species were quite similar, with only minor aesthetic quirks separating them... like a natural eye color of red for the Yablizi or the slightly pointed ears of the Toblaians. In the end, they were all food and pleasure for the Negaverse to feast upon.
His hand idly trace along the thigh of a young earthling woman, picked up only today along with three others. Her eyes showed bewilderment, fear, and exhaustion. No doubt she was heading nicely to breaking point. It would be better for her after that. Acceptance of her existence as tentacle food was the only choice left to her.
The general moved onward, up a short flight of steps, and through a fleshy wall that slid apart to reveal a meeting chamber just beyond.
"Fashionably late, as always Arokash?" Came a proud man's voice. That would be Calabite no doubt. Dressed in finery, goblet in hand, the platinite crown of victory upon his head to mark him as the conqueror of Toblaia.
"The Speaker is not here yet, Calabite, so I have missed nothing of import, save for your boasting or the services of bodyslaves," Arokash responded.
There were many bodyslaves. Nubile young things who had been thus far spared the final sentencing of being thrown to the Nega Core in favor of personal service to its minions. Arokash found the idea arousing, but distasteful. To him, these servants of light had already been beaten. There was no need to prolong their agony.
He looked at the other generals. Besides Calabite there was Ysperita, with that thousand yard stare of hers, and the Defiler, who was enjoying the dedicated attentions of his new prize concubine, who was on her knees before him bobbing her head slowly up and down between his thighs. To the side, freshly forged from the Core, was a new up and comer from the warrior caste. Sadisto, that was the new general's name.
Arokash took a seat, lounging to his side, adjusting the mask that he wore across his face to hide his true visage.
"I heard tell that Horma was killed earlier today, not long after a tremendous spike of positive energy was detected on Earth," Arokash led off.
"Indeed. We have been discussing it," Ysperita said from her own seat, where a young Yablizi male, dressed only in a loin cloth, was giving her an oiled massage and kissing her neck softly. "Though it was not one spike, but four or five. Horma's plan failed spectacularly. Seems that little tirade about proving us all wrong about him was the last word about his utter incompetence. We are well served to be rid of him."
"Indeed," Calabite said, "But even as the weakest of us, I couldn't imagine he would be so foolish as to try a gambit that would bring four senshi and a guardian together, just at the beginning of our invasion effort. It will make things more difficult than they needed to be."
"Not up to the challenge, oh conqueror?" Ysperita teased.
"Oh I'm up to it, I just thought you would like an easier opportunity to pull your own weight for once, Ysperita." Calabite shot back.
From the Defiler's chair came a deep chuckle, followed by a grunt, and a pitiful whine from the concubine as she was forced to swallow what she was given. If the Defiler was going to say something, he never got the chance to, for at that moment the inky black pool at the center of the chamber began to bubble, signalling the entrance of the Speaker.
She rose from the pool, nude, dripping in the ichor of the Nega Core. To Arokash's knowledge, she might very well be made of it. A true daughter of the Negaverse, scion to the unimaginable power that lurked at its center. She was their empress, their dark messiah, their Speaker.
"Lady Entropos, we are honored by your presence." Calabite began, ever the politician and smooth talker. Arokash knew better. Entropos would not be fooled by sycophants.
"The Negaverse speaks," Entropos said, her voice unearthly and reverberating throughout the chamber. "Four Senshi of light have awoken on the world known as Earth. They must be captured and brought to the Nega Core, where their powers will add to my own, or, failing that, they must be destroyed."
"They are weaklings, my lady. Easily accounted for. The guardian though, known as Ronin Pure. He has been active for far longer, and seems to have developed his powers quite extensi--"
"Ronin Pure is irrelevant. It is the Senshi that must be stopped from achieving their potential. We must also ensure that the Earthlings have no way of traveling beyond the limits of their world for aid. Warrior Sadisto. It is your duty to go to Earth and collect the traveling stones."
"It is my honor and duty, my lady." Sadisto said with a smart salute.
"Ysperita, you will ensure the placement of the thrones on Earth. Now that the Senshi are awakened, it is time to create the Yama Kings that will bring about their ultimate downfall."
"My lady, there is no need for these half-measures. If I were allowed to access Earth, I could have its masses kneeling before you, pledging their lives to you in a week," Calabite declared.
"Enough, Calabite. You shall not have access to that significant a portion of energy until the Nega Core has had more time to feed and strengthen itself. Remember your place. You may be a Conqueror, but I am Speaker."
Calabite scowled and crossed his arms, his glare murderous but impotent at the moment.
In the meantime, Sadisto had already made his way out of the chamber, readying for his assault.
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The following Saturday afternoon, at the Crown arcade...
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Aki has returned to her comfort zone, getting in a nice couple hours of arcade gaming while her new friends, Akane, Miki, and Nicholas, go around the nearby shops to look at outfits and get some dinner together. The two other girls had to really drag Nicholas away from his books and house and force him to be something other than a recluse today.
At a certain point, Miki gets a phone call, which she says she has to take and wanders away for a little bit, leaving Akane and Nicholas alone for a bit. The redhead ends up eyeing Nicholas seriously for a bit, then, as if making up her mind about something blurts out a question.
"So, Nicholas, which one of us do you think is the hottest? Aki, Miki, or me?"
Meanwhile, at her arcade game: Super Awesome Street Tekken Combat vs Comcap vs Mutant Superheros/Gods Around Us Gold Edition, her normal solo practice session is interrupted by a tall boy who puts a couple coins on the bottom screen and challenges.
He chooses an odd combination of fighters and squares off against Aki. He's not bad, she thinks. A definite dedicated gamer, but she manages to beat him. Most guys, when they see her level of skill, just go away, sulking that they've lost to a girl, but without a word he continues to put coin after coin into the game, losing to Aki consistently, but getting better and closer every time.
He continues to not say anything, which may or may not creep Aki out. But when he reaches his last coin, he changes teams to a completely different combination and surprises Aki with a close victory. Aki hardly ever loses at this game, so it comes as a shock.