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 Breakaway, Tars
✧ ALHENA GEMINAR
 Posted: Jun 4 2017, 09:20 PM
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??? • Gemini Celestial • Acceptance • Austria


A careful stillness settled around him, bringing about a certain tranquility despite the bursts of action he had just been through earlier. Quiet puffs of breath rose into the chilly morning air, floating away to settle as morning dew on the tops of leaves. Alhena had been careful not to lead a trail. He was crouched behind a large rock, looking out onto the mountainous landscape and keeping watch.

"Are you su--?"
"Tars, I think I'm ready. Come after me without mercy. Hunt me down. Got it? That's an order."

Adrenaline pumped through his veins as Alhena cloaked his body temperature in a veil of freezing air. While he had needed intensive physical therapy to improve his health recovery, his control over his powers had never wavered. It would take a lot more to break him from his training in magic. He moved the wind as easily as he breathed.

Spending the last few months unable to keep up with Antares physically was a bit of a challenge. He remembered every exercise, every drill, but his body hadn't been able to respond to it. It was frustrating in every sense that he knew he had once been able to do far more.... but could no longer.

It was that very frustration that had pushed him into now, and he could feel it. His peak condition was within his reach, and he just needed to push a little harder, move a little faster. He would claw his way to the top.

Alhena tensed, listening to the silence that had fallen over the misty valley. Antares couldn't be far off. Perhaps he had already found his location. He had to be ready to counter.

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 Posted: Jun 9 2017, 01:35 AM
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Unknown • Scorpii Cyborg • Dedication • Unknown


I've become
a simple souvenir of someone's kill
NOTES:He is having remembers ;v; SHADE

He should not have asked, and yet the words had slipped from his mouth all the same. He had allowed his concern to grow perhaps too strong; Alhena could not be treated as fragile, and the Gemini had immediately rejected his words. He was a soldier, the very one to leave such a lasting impression upon the Scorpii Captain - not a delicate prince to be defended by his personal guard. He knew that, but all the same, his drive had moved almost exclusively to ensuring the wellbeing of his brother and friend, his teacher and confidant. On the one hand, that meant preventing harm from coming to him; scouting the area, obliterating threats that came their way, nursing his injuries, keeping him well-fed, hydrated and physically unmarred. But on the other it also required that he assist the Gemini in the re-learning of mobility and movement, at re-training his senses, his reflexes, his mental fortitude.

At times the two collided. In his mind, the desire to defend from harm had been in focus; this, though, was a time for the latter. He had immediately quieted his words and nodded his assent. Though the phrasing that Alhena had used…

Hunt me down.

He had hunted, once. Twice. The first time it had been Leo Nootau. He had filled the atmosphere with a dense fog, using heat sensors to detect the movement of a warm body. He had tracked him silently alongside the nightmarish form of the youngest Cancri princess. His orders then had been to capture, but Antares - the part that was himself - had fought with the intent to kill. He had seen the treatment of Caspian. In the end, perhaps it was that which had first awakened his conscience; there was a proper way to treat prisoners of war, and the Nightmare King had violated it. In the end he saw that death was a gentler fate. And so Nootau Leo’s heart had been pierced.

The second hunt had been of Alhena, the results of which…

He...despised the phrasing. But he understood what it was that Alhena wanted. To be hunted like an animal, given no reprieve, was to experience true danger, to be forced to move quickly, learn quickly. Antares had been working with Alhena a long time now. Progress began slowly, negligible at first. But Alhena’s recovery was his purpose; he could not, would not, give up. In quiet evenings as he cooked, he would think upon it; the progress made - where Alhena was now, to where he had been when he was pulled from his twisted prison - a part of him felt very…warmly for it. Alhena...was far better than he had been. He was not...at the same capacity as Jihi Geminar had been at his highest point, but he was far better than the near-corpse that he had been.

As he stood in the chill valley, he felt no cold. Rather there was a fire within that returned him to ages past. He recalled training in the mountains, training in harsh climates. He remembered routines that he and the others had held; Cadet Saul had been badly injured during one of their skirmishes, nearly resulting in a formal complaint being filed against the instructor. It was not Geminar’s fault, but the blame was easiest to shift onto the “adult supervision” - onto a Geminar. In the end, it had been the cadets, and Saul himself, who convinced his parents not to send it. After all, they had all learned valuable techniques for handling difficult terrain.

It felt like he was there again, only this time, he was the one leading the assault. He was not certain if...Alhena was prepared, but he would do precisely as he was asked. He would not hold back. He, himself, equally had to re-learn movement; the loss of the control cluster had freed him, but it had also forced him to re-learn the manual process of moving his own limbs in complex ways. He couldn’t simply access combative subroutines; they had all been wiped. He would need new ones reprogrammed - yet all the same, he preferred it this way; actions, reactions, monitored only by himself. He could halt a movement at any point without having to wait for a process to finish executing, without having to force-close it or reboot himself. It was a liberating feeling.

He could do as he pleased. When he pleased.

Alhena had masked himself; the Scorpii had initially switched to heat vision,, but the only sources he was receiving were far, far away - not Alhena. There was a click as the disc of his irises rotated, recalibrating. Heat sensory vision was taken offline in favour of motion tracking. At once, everything within his visual range flared to life; it was too wide a spectrum, he needed to narrow down the parameters, seeking only specific motion patterns, those within the human range. Alhena was no fool, he would not move needlessly. However this was currently his only way to accurately perceive where the Gemini might be.

He raised a fog around the valley they trained in, dense and heavy, blinding to those who, like Alhena, relied on sight alone. It had already been filled with a mist, but the air around them was dense with water, easily made into a thicker fog. Alhena may have masked his presence to Antares…but now, unless he wanted to make his position blatantly obvious, they were both blind to their surroundings in their own way. He did, however, have his doubts that Alhena would be so foolish as to make himself so immediately known. He would have to use his own logic to determine where Alhena would hide himself.

If he knew Alhena, he was likely not high up in the mountainous regions that surrounded them - if only because in his present condition the amount of climbing necessary would be too much - but rather below, in the valley itself. The air up above was thinner; down below he had more in the immediate vicinity to work with.

He had located three specific areas in the valley that were the most defensible; two came in the form of large rock faces that obstructed anything beyond them - Antares could not approach without making his position obvious, and both were further away from the river that ran through the valley - and the third was a far more obvious yawning opening in the mountain’s side - most likely a tunnel or cave. While the cave offered suitable defense, it was also most likely a last resort; while there was a ledge below that was within a safe jumping height, it still left anyone very open to attacks from above, and the cave itself only offered a last stand. Therefore it was most likely he was hidden elsewhere - which meant that making his approach was, essentially, a suicide run.

Another way, then. A way to force Alhena to move.

Temperature control was something he had long mastered; though, this was somewhat unique - manipulating the temperature within an environment in only specific pockets. He was not sure...how effective it would be, but he began to focus on both of the probable locations. At once, the atmosphere became thicker, damper, hotter. To a Gemini, who was accustomed to and preferred the cold, it would grow increasingly uncomfortable, creating an undesirable environment. He could then take one of three actions; counteract the heat with his own cold, thereby revealing his position; moving himself physically to another location, which would...reveal him for a split moment; or remain, endure, and likely lose consciousness as the fatigue of heat began to overcome him.

Moreover, if he was using chill air to keep his presence hidden, the meeting of cold and warm would soon reveal him regardless. Antares moved - swiftly but silently - in the direction of the first cliff face. If Alhena was there, he would know shortly; and the current state of the environment should place him at a disadvantage, inciting dizziness or fatigue if he took no measures to counteract it. A battle was just as much about the environment as it was the combatants; he would manipulate the environment as best he could to his advantage.

All I can think of is this | Also if you need me to change anything lemme know XD Tars went for stealth but I can give you more to work with
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✧ ALHENA GEMINAR
 Posted: Jun 29 2017, 12:42 PM
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??? • Gemini Celestial • Acceptance • Austria


Perhaps he should have worded it better. Alhena chewed on his lip as the thought nagged at the back of his mind. He knew that Tars wasn't the type to express his dissent at whatever he said, which was something that needed working on. Communication was a two-way street. However, he knew he had to be harsh with him and be harsh with himself. He couldn't continue to tiptoe around the matter.

What had happened had happened, and the sooner he could accept it and move on, the quicker he would recover. He wondered how Byakko was doing after all this time. He had snapped at her, of course, when he had been well enough to. He had snapped at her and Tars when they had been the only ones to care enough to help him. Or... alive enough to care.

Alhena had accepted his dark thoughts, knowing very well that they would never leave him. He had always danced around the subject of joining the fight against the Anti-Guardians. He had been more in favor of hiding and staying out of sight. But after Caspian...

After Adrian....

Alhena clenched his fists, closing his eyes as he focused on the wellspring of magic in his chest. He had always been, at heart, a master of his Celestial magic. His latent talent to use his magic, change it on a whim, was rare. And now, he had stored so much of it that he was sure he was going to burst. The ultimate energy source paired with the ultimate control. Though his body was no longer as nimble as it once was, his magic was still there, if not stronger. He would bounce back.

Things were starting to heat up. Literally. Alhena could feel the air turning hot and humid around him. A smart approach. The Geminar could only smirk in approval as he crouched down, knowing it was only a matter of time he was located.

So why not make a flashy entrance?

He pressed his palms flat against the ground, and a hiss of cool wind passed underneath the heated air, icy to the touch. He knew that right away Antares would know it was him, but that was the point. Tars was too cautious to approach immediately.

A thin sheet of cold wind rotated in a flat plane just above the ground, spreading like a fine mist underneath humid fog as Alhena crouched in the middle of it. Suddenly, his magic crackled to life around him as he released it in a violent burst, standing and swinging his arms upward in exaggerated effort. The sheet of cold air on the ground swept quickly upwards like an oversized fan. The winds howled angrily, and his clothes and hair billowed around him.

As the freezing slammed into the warm humidity, the fog was blown outwards and away, clearing up the entire valley and suspending water droplets in the air. It was quite the stunt Alhena had pulled--refreshing in so many ways. It had been forever since he had let loose.

He spun, freezing the water into shards of ice as he plunged the temperatures around him down sharply. He vaulted himself into the air and at Antares who now was visible without the fog.

"Sorry to rain on your parade, Tars," the Geminar joked as he sent the ice zipping down at his friend, "Or, in this case, hail." Nothing like giving out bad humor while pelting your friend with shards of frozen water.

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✧ ANTARES
 Posted: Jul 5 2017, 12:45 AM
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Unknown • Scorpii Cyborg • Dedication • Unknown


I've become
a simple souvenir of someone's kill
NOTES:ALHENA GEMINAR || ....Tars honey your banter needs work. Also CLOTHING DAMAGE ALREADY

Through all the poisonous words, the anger, the raised voices, hoarse shouting and harsh barbs...he would never leave Alhena. It was less for any belief that he owed Alhena his life, nor his own self-inflicted vow to see Alhena back to health. Though both contributed, the reason was much simpler; it was because he cared. The truth of the matter was that Antares, as he stood now, had a total of three companions, only two of whom understood him at any intimate level. Leo Nootau, his Shohi, was one. However he was currently living his own life - as he should be. He had managed to integrate himself well into Earth’s culture and had found a companion with whom to spend his future. The last he had seen of the Leo he had still been under Tiberius’ hold; it had visibly pained the Leo to see him as he was, and Antares...had no desire to hurt him any more.

The second of his companions was the light spirit. Leora was an unexpected ally, but she had proven herself useful to him. He would admit to a degree of concern towards her - the first they had met, she had taken control of his body, puppeted him into attacking her. The light spirit had the advantage of speed, but all the same her lack of concern when they met once again was worrisome. She was naive, easily seeing the good in all beings. There was an admirable quality to it - he would not deny to feeling...a sense of warmth at being considered a good man despite their first encounter, but it was also….concerning, for a Guardian to feel that way in the midst of a war. He saw her as a companion nonetheless - had offered herself as a confidant and he supposed….that as one of only two others to know of Alhena’s condition, and as the one to have purged the darkness, she deserved at least the status of friendship within his tight inner circle.

The last whom he called his friend was Alhena. And it was Alhena who was plagued by nightmares, who was wounded and healing, who required help from his companions. For all reasons - because they were the oldest of friends, because his friend was in need, and because of his debt - he would not leave despite the barbs, despite the anger and shouting. He cared for Alhena and he knew that through his frustrated rage, Alhena, too, cared.

The idea of a match at their fullest potential was something that daunted the Scorpii; he recognized that it was required, that it was the best way to push Alhena back into the soldier’s mindset. The fastest way to force him to improve. For his own part it would help him master his own body, to re-familiarize himself with natural movement; this was the best way for them to train and he knew it, but the bleeding part of his heart had gotten the better of him, focused on protect instead of improve. He had pushed it down, filling its place with determination and….curiosity. He had to wonder what would come of this battle. Alhena was a prodigy in the use of Celestial magic. There was a reason he had been made an instructor at such a young age, in the old days. That magical prowess remained, and Antares by comparison was...average, barely above average now. His own proficiency came in technique, in determination, in precisely how he used his magic; but there was nothing spectacular about it, not by comparison. It would be interesting to see where….both stood now, after so long, after dual suffering, after experiencing such a dramatic metamorphosis.

Technique was Tueri’s skill. So technique was what he used - manipulating their surroundings, creating an environment that favoured him, and weakened Alhena - that would force him to come ou-

There.

The blue undercurrent of distinctly cold air was caught on his scanners, and Antares turned towards the source. Either Alhena was there, or was using a remote form of wind magic in an attempt to create a….what was called a “red herring” by humans - a trick of sorts. He couldn’t be sure which it was as of yet, and so remained quietly, waiting. The cold breeze spread outward, a thin layer of teal within his heat vision. Alhena was spreading cold air beneath the hot and humid atmosphere then, but to what end? He could only think of one purpose - an attempt to create a tumultuous storm - with his power he could create storm clouds, further shifting the weather - but rain would benefit them both; the Gemini was a master of the chill air, and could freeze it to ice - Antares was a manipulator of water in its liquid and gaseous states. There had to be something more to his plan.

He watched as Alhena moved - the warmer, though only moderately orange, life sign made itself visible on his radar, but just as he moved, the air around them both exploded upward, the cold air rising with him, a howling wind roaring to life. Winds that blew the dense fog he had created away, clearing the atmosphere completely. If that was not a testament to Alhena’s magical superiority…

He was about to come under attack, with the fog cleared away. He was completely visible, out in the open. There was no question; his next move would be defensive. He had little time to respond when ice began pelting towards him, sharp and cutting but...certainly ice pellets would not be enough to cause any breach to his metal exterior. He could hear as his clothing was pelted and ripped by the torrent of ice, even as he made to outrun it, charging towards Alhena directly now that he had visual confirmation on his location.

He was not sure what “parade” Alhena spoke of - with his mind focused on the combat at hand, he had less capability to process taunts, but he was certain it was intended in just - a parade was often an event which accompanied a celebration, or a conquest in war. As a parade often had many spectators, to be “rained on” would then be displeasing; Jihi’s words then either were a warning that he should not celebrate prematurely, or it was an apology for spoiling his mood. However his added touch of “hail” indicated that it was most likely a relevant idiom which he chose to imbue with humour - as he was pelting his shohi with hail, not rain.

As he ran, he raised a hand into the air, channelling his own power; he used it sparingly, only when the ice came close - but he allowed his own power to reach out and liquefy the ice, creating small spheres of water that he then converted into their gaseous form - a form he could use to energize himself, to power a blast of pressurized water. He did not shoot it directly at Alhena, however; his target was high above, in the craggy rock that surrounded them. Pressurized water at high velocity could, and did, cut stone, leaving boulders to come tumbling down, rocketing smaller stones along with them in a small rockslide. But Antares did not stop there; as the stones tumbled down towards them, he released a second volley of water from another angle; Alhena would have to avoid the falling debris and cutting, high-pressure water at once, forcing him in the direction of the river. Closer to the source of the water he would face a far stronger Antares.

Ah, this was the point at which he...retorted to the verbal onslaught. There was an….apt phrase…..

”The tides...have turned.”
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✧ ALHENA GEMINAR
 Posted: Sep 10 2017, 09:52 PM
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??? • Gemini Celestial • Acceptance • Austria


The ice was not enough to do real damage to Tars, he knew. If it had been any regular opponent, they would've needed some way to dodge out of the way or block. It was a good thing that Antares was durable. He didn't even have to worry about that step.

Alhena grinned as Tars charged forward, seemingly just as determined as him to win this bout.

It was clever of him to convert the attack into his own energy. Alhena zipped aside, watching as Tars took aim and blasted a jet of pressurized water. Not at him, though. Alhena glanced up, blasting aside a rock that almost took him out of the air. He jumped from one to the other as they fell, flipping out of the way as a blast of water was aimed his way.

[b]"Whoa!" he yelped, dodgin in time for the pressurised strem slice through one of the rocks he had just been resting on. He noticed that as he ducked and avoided, he was being herded towards the river. Hmmmm.

Landing on a particularly large boulder, Alhena channeled his magic around him. It cracked white, frosting over the rock and whipping wind through his hair. A strong, pressurized pulse of air flipped the rock over, out of its falling trajectory, and Alhena guided it over his head. With a grunt, he sent the boulder hurling down at Tars to keep him occupied enough so he could dive aside, landing further down the valley away from the river. "Or have they?"

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 Posted: Sep 19 2017, 12:37 AM
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Unknown • Scorpii Cyborg • Dedication • Unknown


I've become
a simple souvenir of someone's kill
NOTES:ALHENA GEMINAR || A+ trash talk game

It felt like before, in some ways. It felt like days on Gemini, with the other shohi watching him, their eyes filled with mixed curiosity, jealousy, annoyance and awe. There was no audience this time, but he still felt their gaze regardless, phantoms of his once-comrades – but the feeling wasn’t a sorrowful or longing one. It was more of a…warm memory; he – and Alhena – had come out of their harrows intact and alive, and now, had gotten to a point where they could train in earnest once more.

It felt good.

Now, though, his attention was wholly directed on the skirmish at hand. To defeat Alhena, he would need to be quick and clever; he would need to use tactics that went…”against the grains”, as he’d heard others say. Though in what manner grain came into the mix he was not cer…

Focus.

It would be hard to face Alhena, given that his Jihi knew his usual techniques; even acting “against the grains” would be hard, because Alhena would…expect it. But, this was somewhat different from the sparring back then. The terrain was not the same; he could use it in other ways, and this time….he would have the environment do the attacking in his stead. Boulders went flying from the force of his blast, several aiming for Alhena. He had said to take this seriously – and he planned on it; but, if Alhena looked to be in danger, he would intercept if needed.

He was more than holding his own, though.

While not as mobile as he had once been, Alhena was still quick and nimble, leaping from one boulder to the next, pushing off, supporting himself and avoiding a painful collision. Tars was not just…watching, though, instead using the sudden onslaught of boulders to create a sort of joint attack – with nature serving as his ally while he attempted to herd Alhena towards the river, to where he would have the greater advantage.

He had misjudged Alhena’s magical prowess, though; even in this state – with surprise working against him – Alhena had worked up a powerful blast of air and frigid cold, hurling one of the falling boulders towards Tars as he himself moved away from the river. He had…anticipated the move his shohi made, and had used what was meant to be Antares’ advantage of terrain against him. It really was….like back then.

If the rock were somewhat smaller in size, he might have simply punched it, shattering it with his arm; however at that size and velocity it would probably cause damage, even with his enhancements. He thought quickly, moving forward to avoid the boulder’s trajectory. His action now should be….to make the area further from the river undesirable. Against Alhena he was faced with a disadvantage; wind, of all the elements, was the most difficult for water to contend with, easily able to propel it out of the way. Usually his advantage was ranged – but right now, close quarters was his most effective tool of combat. But to get close he needed Alhena to be off guard. ".......Undecided."

His retort was weak, he knew. He didn't rightly have anything to boast this time around, nor was he certain what his next move...should be; most of his usual moves would not work in this situation. But...there was….one thing he hadn’t tried yet, that…might work.

Rather than charging Alhena, Antares crouched down, pressing his fingertips to the soil on which they stood. Ordinarily he used his powers in a very direct manner – creating fog, forming a turret of water, freezing air or water in place. This was…somewhat different; using himself as an anchor, the Scorpii cyborg focused on the ground around them, filling the soil, letting the water spread to create a slickness, a slippery surface in the valley. He could feel his own energy starting to drain; this was perhaps his least-used application of his powers, and so he knew he…couldn’t overdo it. When he stood again, he had at least managed to convert an area of the valley into a slippery mess. It would put them both to a disadvantage if he gave chase, but it would, at least, put them on equal footing.

Under his breath, he whispered -

"Enjoy the fall...."

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