Shadows and Magic and Robots, Oh My! [Closed]

[exuviiated]

Warnings: Possible violence, probable swearing.
Location: Right outside the mall.
Characters: Aaron Barnett, Peridot
When: Three days after meeting Daniel.
Summary: Aaron attempts to lure Peridot to the dark side.

He'd spent the days after meeting the techie cripple and his familiar from hell in a deepening rut of anger. Black gunk gathered steadily on his skin, and no matter how many times he wiped it off it still came. His saliva, too, coating his mouth and turning the once-pink gums black. He wondered if the same had happened to his blood.

Not at all surprisingly, the native residents of Freesia cleared out quickly as soon as he walked down the street. He didn't want to go back to his apartment just yet-- not at all, especially if he would get the gunk on his semi-new mattress. So that saw him wandering aimlessly, which saw him coming near the mall (and seeing someone very strange.

Now, strange usually meant Lux. But she-- she? Didn't have the look the others he'd arrived with had. She still looked a little green (ha.) If he could whittle down their numbers (not by attacking-- recruiting, a voice in his head whispers, all the better.

"Hey! Are you new here?"

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[exuviiated]

"I didn't really-- no, well, yes, kind of, I'm not doing stuff for them, I'm trying to help you all, since the magic we got from the other guy doesn't seem to be effective against them at all."

Did he sound frustrated? Most definitely. The shadows behind him quivered in tandem with his mood, and it wasn't a good sort of quivering.

[diediediediediedie]

No, it wasn't good, and she should have run perhaps. But Peridot hesitated.

What was she doing really? Running here and there trying to avoid Rose Quartz, trying to swipe electronics, eek out a pathetic little existence while everyone around her tried to kill her and while she tried to fight them off with a little bitty healing ray?

Whereas here...Yes, there might a trade-off involved, but what did she care for the war she'd been dumped into? What was at stake but the life of her most hated enemy? What did she need right now more than a weapon?

"If they truly are effective...than show me."

aaron: is creeptown

[exuviiated]

At that, Aaron managed to grin in a way that wasn't completely creepy.

No, wait. It was. And behind Peridot, he was focusing on making a life-sized copy of himself. Said copy was inky-black and dripping shadow which burnt off in the sunlight, just faded away to nothings, but the main body of the thing was solid-looking.

He'd come a long way from making cats and birds a few days ago. He'd spent the time honing his skills until he could do some real damage, in case the mechanic came back, and definitely in case he brought people with him.

"Turn around."

Peridot don't care

[diediediediediedie]

She did.

She smiled.

"Impressive. I didn't even hear it form!"

How perfect would it be for distracting, for sneaking up on, for silently destroying her enemies? What else could she do with this power, if only it were hers? The opportunity seemed practically golden.

"...And how does one obtain this power?"

[exuviiated]

"Pretty cool, isn't it?"

The figure shuddered before splitting apart and dissolving, although the shadow gunk clinging to Aaron didn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon.

"I can't do it for you, but if you go down to the subways, I'm sure you could find one to help you."

He shrugged, and grinned again.

"Best of luck."