No matter what he took, what he drank, or what he scrubbed his skin raw with, Leitner couldn’t get that feeling of bugs crawling on him to go away while out in his fuku. Tonight, though, he felt particularly hazy beneath the latest concoction he had taken with his cocktail at the bar. That crawling sensation was dulled by a warm, fuzzy feeling that had his extremities feeling like tv static. It was better than bugs, at least, and with that in mind, he felt like going out with his wraiths would be a good enough idea before that damn cat showed up at his house again and tried to get him to do this, but with more nagging and harassing that he didn’t really need.

Where he went was a blur, in one mirror and out another, while he looked over the fuzzy silhouettes of people as his wraiths did whatever they were supposed to. Anything to not put any thought into what he was doing with Hedwig, well, Blaise, since it was outside of all this. It was all messed up and complicated in ways he didn’t want to deal with. It was not casual enough for him to relax, while also not being serious enough to actually warrant any sort of conversation about anything that mattered.

Something on the edge of his senses perked up, trying to break through the haze as he walked with no real rush or purpose to his pace. Something that would seem like bad news if he were sober enough to notice. All that mattered was the ground was beneath his feet, and that the sky was up; anything more was too much to think on right now.

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As much as he would rather be at the hospital working right now, Turkana found that he had a damned duty to do if he wanted to figure out more about his wonder and how he could somehow get it to look…Less disgusting. That lake was a biohazard, and if he could figure out more on how to cure it…Then maybe this whole knight thing will be worthwhile. The knight paused in his musings, thinking he saw something glowing in the corner of his eye. However, he was distracted from the spark once he felt a signature that did not feel similar to Waipoua [her aura was one of “white moon”, the good guys he supposed], heading towards him at a rather slow pace. He could turn around and ignore it, but what if that ended in mass civilian harm?

He might be callous, but he did try to follow the hippocratic oath whenever he could, even outside of the hospital. Which is why he decided to walk closer, summoning that stupid paw and tossing it in an alley somewhere. ******** useless thing. He was happy he knew how to fight without the aid of some weapon.

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Whatever it was seemed to be getting closer, enough that as one of his wraiths returned, he took a moment to idly look around. Nothing exactly stood out to him, aside from that feeling, so he sent that wraith back out again to get some more energy. Walking along as he pulled out a lighter and a cigarette, he didn’t really care who looked at him as he lit it and kept on walking.

It wasn’t like anyone knew who he was while he was out like this, one of the only silver linings he felt about all this bullshit. But even that thought had trouble sticking around as he turned the corner down another alley. Whatever was close probably would follow him, but he didn’t really care right now. Maybe if something did happen, he could use it as an excuse not to do whatever this all did when that cat came to harass him again. Sure, work might be rough, but it wasn’t like he needed the money; it was just something to do where he could do what he wanted.

What he wanted… Blaise… Shaking his head at that thought, as if he could rattle it away to avoid dealing with it, he tossed the cigarette to the ground behind him before turning to look and see the other wraith coming back to him. It was such an odd thing to see them almost solid from how much energy they were draining, even now, he squatted down as it approached to look at it.

“Got enough for whatever you need it for?” Even if the words seemed to slur together as he spoke.

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It didn't take Turkana very long to make it to the aura that he felt, wrinkling his nose at the creature he saw there. His first thought was to come closer and investigate, but he did see a weird being that he's never seen before. This meant he wasn't prepared and didn't have any information on how to deal with what's before him. Either way, he figured he would be able to handle it should they choose to attack. Silently, he stood, watching the person operate. What to do?

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Looking up as the wraith went away, he saw someone or at least something shaped like a someone, up ahead. Standing up, with a bit of a sway as he did so, Leitner squinted and tried to focus on whatever was in front of him.

He didn’t exactly like being followed, nor did he like the idea that this was one of those order whoever’s. So he took a step forward slowly and tried to get a better view as he stretched slightly.

“So… you a person? Or one of those weird things from winter.” It might be a stupid question but honestly this city sucked so much he wouldn’t put it past it to have weird fake people popping up at any point of the year.


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What kind of question was that?

He raised an eyebrow, “I am a person.” As if it wasn't obvious. But then again, something was off here and he couldn't tell what it was. As much as he wanted to walk away, Turkana stepped forward, “Mind not taking energy? Can't use animals?” While he doesn't condone animal abuse, clearly taking energy from animals would be much less complicated.

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Shrugging as they responded, he took another step forward and could tell they were at least real, or real enough. The whole energy-taking thing wasn’t exactly something he cared about doing, but he preferred not getting bothered by Desiree or Melpomene. Not that the blonde had done anything like that really.

Pausing mid-step, he scratched at his chin. “Well… animals need all their energy, not that I think the things go after anything aside from people.” He hadn’t asked, nor did he really want to delve into it too much.

“So… no, I’m not gonna stop these whatevers from doing whatever they’re doing. Are you going to do something about it?” Swaying slightly as he ran a hand through his hair, pushing that annoying dangling tiara a bit.

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Of course the…Whatever they were, wouldn’t try to do this the diplomatic way. He could care less if they choose to use animals or not, the fact is, he wanted them to just leave so he wouldn't have to do anything. But, since they asked if he was going to do something about it, Turkana ran his hand through his hair with a sigh. “Sure.” He didn't waste time, aiming a punch for where the stomach should be. He wasn't sure if this person was on something or what, but with enough punches, should get them to vomit out whatever is in their system.

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While he hadn’t exactly not expected them to swing at him, he did, in fact, react more slowly to things. But then, with them close, he managed a laugh before wheezing, “Can you feel it?”

Super Sailor Scout Attack: Can you feel it?


Leitner exhales over his palms as he speaks his magic, a sickening haze seeming to spread from him and can affect all enemies within radius. It clings to him closest, but if he comes in contact with someone or scratches them, then the effects truly begin. A moderate infestation overtakes them: the sensation of a moderate itching beneath the skin, almost like crawling insects, followed by a feeling that something rotten has taken hold even deeper into their core, something that can't be cured or removed. When breathing, they may taste rot or mold. It may even appear like the black marks or sores are spreading as if everything is sinking deeper into them. Players may choose to have their senshi have any psychological effects if they have issues related to bugs or things of that nature. There is the sensation of mild damage this time on the skin or if the contact point is in the mouth, then it can potentially go a bit further back down the throat. But otherwise, anything deeper would not be due to the magic but standard physical contact. When the magic fades, players may choose to take lasting damage or retain a lingering grey or black taint/color on their skin, similar to mold or sores from an infection, at the contact point for a short while after the battle. Players may also choose to have this damage scar.

Range: 15 feet
Time: 30 seconds
Uses: 2 Per battle


That haze came out between coughs as he swung at them, aiming to scratch and claw instead of punching like they had. His head wasn’t exactly clearing up fully but it had enough so that he knew he couldn’t let them do more damage. The itching was back, those damned bugs, and he couldn’t help but scratch at himself just then.

He didn’t like being touched by people, especially now with this enemy or whatever order really was compared to the mirror whoevers. Melpomene had explained some of it, not that he’d listened much and had retained even less.

“Don’t ******** touch me.” Trying to take a step back, swaying more, he tried to brush himself off where they’d hit him.
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Ahhhh…

A senshi.

Probably one that wasn't normal, if the feeling of whatever they infected him with is to be considered a disease or whatever. Either way, the feeling of itching started where the scratch landed, and he was mildly irritated. But then, the rotting and feeling of insects started to take over, and thats when he went from mildly irritated to anger. This sensation was sickening, he could feel the boils popping up all over his arm, and while the need to scratch and tug at his skin was borderline impossible to ignore, Turkana took that bubbling fear that was starting to come to the surface to fuel his anger instead.

It didn't matter that they were swaying or anything, as he came closer, he aimed a kick towards their side with all the strength he could muster. Logic was pulling at him to leave, which he will be. But he needed this thing to know that he would not be afraid of anything thrown his way.

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While he never had an exact picture of how things should go, he definitely wasn’t expecting the kick to his ribs or the crack before he went tumbling back. The world spun even after his form settled awkwardly to the ground.

Taking a moment to hack and dry heave, he scrambled up as best as he could and whistled for his wraiths. “Nope. No ******** way.”

Running off, albeit with stumbling strides, he beelined his way towards the nearest mirror as he held his side. He felt way too much, and the hit had unfortunately been very sobering. Leaving his lunch all over a bush as he went, he tried to piece together the fastest way to Blaise’s home because, at this point ******** it. Maybe they’d make him soup again or something and help out. Just as long as he could try to avoid thinking about things too much.

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Making note to see if he could find any more information about the senshi later, Turkana used this as an opportunity to head home. He might have another scar to tell Micah about…

Maybe.