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 Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 8:53 pm
It was still dark out-
- Ok seriously? Grumbled a fully outfitted (but not quite ready for work) Torbenite to himself, more than a little bummed out after what had happened during the last Negaverse Meeting of Death and Destruction, Why do all crimes happen in the dark? Maybe if more things happened in the daylight, I would actually have a chance of seeing whatever the heck I'm doing .
Regardless, his bad mood did not make the dark, chilly night get any lighter. If it was any consolation, the polluted smog of the city magnified the half-moon to a larger than normal scale, giving the poor lieutenant some leeway in the lighting factor.
Bad was one way to describe the s**t he was in, or perhaps I suck at my evil career, period. THREE star seeds by the end of the week? That was like asking Picasso to paint THREE Mona Lisas.. wait.. it was Picasso, right?
The majority of people compensated bad events with their personal poison, be it drinking, drugs, gambling, alcohol and - cringe- sex. For Toby, it had always been about, well, his little 'borrowing' hobby. In short, he just wanted to blow off some steam and steal something preferably Very Expensive and Shiney.
The Destiny City Marketplace really was a breeding ground for petty thieves like him: assuming you knew the way inside. He had slid between the bars like an oiled eel to get into the real 'goodies' inside the small merchandise stalls, most of them draped over innocently with a blanket. Now just to lift one over and-
"HEY YOU!" <********.
Teleporting would be a REALLY good power to have right about now. As if on cue, the vague outline of a uniformed security officer was running right at him, one hand holding a flashlight. Toby panicked, looking left and right, before deciding probably feigning this would be best. Maybe if he got rid of their flashlight, he would be able to make a clean getaway in the dark...
"All right kid, I dont know what you think you're up to, but you're coming with me," the middle-aged slightly balding secuirty officer intoned, focusing the glare of the yellowcast light directly at the culprit's poor now-watering eyes.
Trying to play stupid, Toby put his hands in the air. "S-sorry officer." He decided to drip as much innocence as one Who Could Possibly Go to Jail could. "I-I dropped my Game Toy when I was here this morning, and I really wanted to get it back, and defeat the last boss of Kingdom Stars before my friends did." Insert slightly nasally whine, and his ruse was complete.
The other sighed, finally most likely assuming that this kid was indeed, slightly stupid and harmless. "Kid, its late out, you're still trespassing. Let me talk to you pare-"
And then Toby made his move, lunging for the officer, trying to get the danger item out of their grasp as soon as he could. The cobblestone flooring was still as poor as usual, and he managed only a small squeak before tripping over a part jutting out, totally overshooting his lunge. Closing his eyes in fear of collision, Toby put one arm over his face protectively...
... but there was no impact. Only the sound of something, it seemed soft? falling behind him. What the hell, could he turn invisible?!
Uncurling from his defensive position, he looked for a few seconds before noticing something strange in his hand that was clearly NOT the flashlight. It wasn't very large, and slightly dull in pallor, made of some strange, unexplainable material that seemed to glimmer on its own.
Wait... was that a... star seed? .
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 9:19 pm
What was with patrolling being so damned dull lately? On a bad night, she'd run into nothing, and on a good night she'd run into another sailor scout (sigh, not really an enemy, though she didn't mind the thought of kicking their asses) and youma (something she could reasonably beat up). What she wanted right now was some baddie to come along so that she could shove their face into dirt. She really didn't need a reason to, but an excuse would be nice. Nemesis was really getting spectacularly bored with the same routine every night. She patrolled the same area, beat s**t up in the same way... Tonight she yearned for a change, and tonight it was going to seem like dreams really did come true!
The marketplace was dead at this time of night, though that meant it was usually a nice breeding ground (or something akin to that) for youma. She couldn't smell any, or see any... but she wouldn't quite give up hope yet. She tightened one of her braids, lips pulling into a delicate, thoughtful frown. Come on... where was something she could beat and still be considered the good-guy crusader for doing so? Nemesis didn't think the marketplace would let her down, so she didn't abandon it just yet.
Good thing she didn't, because as Torbenite stumbled and out of some miracle from God got himself a star seed, she bore witness to the incident. Yes! This was what she had been waiting for. She could get that security guard's star seed back and kick this brat's a** all the way across the marketplace.
Cooley she approached Torbenite, hands held together behind the plume of her skirt. "Does that belong to you?" she inquired sweetly, flashing Torbenite a quick smile. Really, he didn't look like much... so it might be okay to take this easy and play around a little bit.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 9:35 pm
Torbernite was still squinting: it was hard to tell in the lighting. It seemed, solid enough, and he was pretty sure that it came from the general direction of the security officer. Seeing as they were not moving or yelling at him, maybe they really were -gulp - dead?
M-maybe he should put it back... it really wasn't right to take someone's life. Maybe there was a way to split it in half and he could take half of it and they could still half live! Or he could always take someone else's star seed, however the heck he did it, and then put that one back in theirs and then, no wait! What about the other-
- he was so distracted by these thoughts, he nearly jumped a foot at the voice from behind him, star seed jolting and clattering out of his hand. Oh phew, it was just a girl.
No wait. It was a girl. In a uniformed skirt. Aw man, not again! He hadn't even healed properly from the LAST time!
Flailing slightly, panic rising fast along with adrenaline, he backed away as fast as he could. "I-I-I-It isn't as it seems!" He stuttered with fear from both potentially being beat up again, and from what had happened to that poor security officer. Oh god, please dont tell him he had.. urk.. he was gonna puke. "T-they're not really dead anyway...right?"
The last part came as more of a confirmation for himself, even though he knew better.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 9:47 pm
If this kid was trying to guilt her out of kicking his a**, it almost worked, but in the end didn't. Really, the poor thing looked like he was sick from taking out that security guard's star seed, and she half-expected him to vomit all over it. But, while Nemesis had a heart, she didn't quite use it in situations like this. So, when he asked her if the guy was dead... well, she wasn't exactly nice in her response. "Mmmm, he's as good as dead with that out of him. So guess what I'm going to do about this? I'm going to kill you and put that back in his chest. It seems fair enough, no? You take his life, I take your's."
Her heels clicked sharply against the cement ground as she closed in on Torbenite. "In the name of Nemesis, I'll break you apart, piece by piece!" While her normal plan of attack was to paralyze her enemy first, this kid really looked pathetic enough that she didn't think she'd need to use any attack to beat the bloody snot out of him and hand him in to the police. She really wouldn't kill him, she hadn't developed a stomach for that yet, though her stomach was quite steeled against any guilt and remorse she could possibly feel at breaking a few of his bones and making his face unrecognizable.
The click of her heels against the ground grew faster as she went from a walk to a jog, a gloved hand reaching out in an attempt to snag his hair. It was certainly long enough for snagging, so she'd certainly use it to her advantage. She'd catch the twerp, beat him to the ground, and then beat him some more to hopefully kill any urge to steal star seeds again.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 10:03 pm
Oh god they were really dead. That would mean-
- "OW." His head jerked backward as the senshi grabbed a hold of his ponytail, out of all things. "Ow ow ow ow, that's my hair you lunatic! Didn't I just tell you that it was an acci-ack!"
Nearly falling backwards from what seemed like his scalp leaving his skull, Torbernite flailed and finally grabbed a hold of the other senshi, trying to get them to loosen their grip. What ensued seemed to be some sort of strange tug-of-war with his poor belagured white ponytail as the rope.
Now nearly seeing starbursts in his vision, he fell back to last resorts, finally untying the bandages in his hair (it was rather difficult to do with all the struggling), attempting to wrap the adhesive around her wrists to cut off the grip.
Hopefully if she restrained from grappling contact, she would actually listen.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 10:13 pm
"Do you take me as an idiot? I don't think there's any way in Hell that you could have accidentally ripped someone's star seed out of their goddamned chest!" She twisted her fingers into his hair, tugging on it cruelly to emphasize her words. Really, this was like smacking a kid on the back of their hand with a ruler for disrupting class, except she hoped this hurt a lot more. Nemesis struggled to keep her grip firm on Torbenite's hair, though this damned kid kept on struggling, AND OW HE CLAWED HER HAND! The senshi cursed in a way that was not nearly as feminine or lady-like as she looked.
When his hair band did constrict around her wrist, she graciously released his hair... and not-so graciously drove her knee up into his stomach. While she would have liked to hit a little lower, this would do nicely. She sneered just a little bit until she released that the expression was none all too appealing, and instead frowned again. "I'm really not an idiot, I'm the goddamned Senshi of Decay!" It seemed like the cue to use her power, even if she still thought she wouldn't need to.
"How about I immobilize you just like you did to that man, hmmm? Decay of movement!" Torbenite wouldn't feel it, not yet, the creeping paralysis. It'd take a while to take effect, and until that happened she'd gladly just kick his a** the good ol' fashioned way.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 10:43 pm
Wheezing from getting the wind knocked out of him, he reeled backwards, not even managing a counterattack as he was hit by...!
Well, apparently, nothing. This would be a really good time to haul a** and ******** flee for his life. Immediately, he started to dash as far away as he could, moving as fast as his legs could carry him.
Which was apparently, not very fast at all. What the heck, apparently he needed more exercise, this was nowhere fast enough to even attempt a getaway. Struggling seemed to only make the situation worse, until even his limb-flailing seemed to be lethargic.
Upon seeing the situation get from bad to clearly worse, he decided to finally take his chances and deal with the fight head-on. It was easier to take an attack at face value than to get the everloving crap beaten out of him from behind after all.
"Fine, would you rather me take YOUR star seed instead?" he finally retaliated, most likely his bruised ego (and stomach, ow ow ow) talking. He curled his hands into fists, trying to shake that cold, numbing feeling off of him for even just a second. "Lets see you try to immobilize me."
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 4:57 pm
The brat started running, and she heaved a sigh before following him. There was little need for her to expend too much energy in this, all she had to do was keep this kid in her sights until the paralysis took hold of him. Already it was taking effect - he seemed to be having difficulty even running from her. So, she trailed after him in a light jog, being careful to keep him just within her sights (which wasn't hard, this really wasn't the challenge she had been seeking, but it was close enough to satisfy her for a while!).
Nemesis was almost impressed when the boy stopped running and turned to face her, but then again she figured he was probably getting tuckered out from trying to run away from her. Maybe the paralysis had set in and he couldn't move...? Nope, apparently not. It wouldn't be too much longer, anyways, and so tauntingly she spread out her arms, nothing but a few yards away from the negaverse soldier.
"I'd really enjoy seeing you try and take my star seed. C'mon, I'm practically offering it up here... if you can make it all the way to me." She took a taunting step back, a sly, wicked grin on her face. Nemesis was confident that he wouldn't be able to move after the first few steps. He'd never reach her, and was doomed to failure from the beginning.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 11:49 am
....What?
Torbenite stared at her, brows furrowing. Was this some sort of trick? Well, he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak, not to mention she really wasn't that far away.
"It's your funeral," he finally remarked, coming to a conclusion that it would be nice to get her to at least, somehow, go away so he could think things through. He took a leap towards her-
- And pretty much fell flat on the side of his face. What on earth? His entire left side felt petrified (and extremely tingly, like a severe case of pins and needles), and it was slowly, quickly, spreading across his entire body. His whole body shook with just the effort of trying to prop himself up with one arm, until that too gave away underneath him and he fell back down again with unwholesome thunk, in a semi-crouched rear-end up position. Ok, now he was pretty sure he wasn't imagining the fact that he couldn't move.
"Wait.. what.... did you do?" He managed to slur out, practically drooling on the floor. Oh man, if he couldn't move, what would he ever do if he had an itch?!
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 12:12 pm
She laughed.
Nemesis laughed in that particular, most annoying way of laughing, high-pitched, with huge intake of breath every time she came close to passing out from lack of it. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, and she almost doubled over from her laughter. Her arms wrapped around her sides, and she stomped her foot on the ground as if that would shake the laughter off. But... oh my god, that had been hilarious! He had... HE HAD JUMPED AND FELL FLAT ON HIS FACE. Nemesis downright cackled at his attempt to get back up, and maybe she was laughing a little bit too much, since she really wasn't doing anything to him in his subdued state.
But really, with his a** so high up in the air, any fat ***** walking by would have pissed their pants with joy.
Reigning in her laughter, she wiped her eyes clean of tears and approached the poor boy. Ceremoniously she placed her foot on the back of his head, mussing up his hair without a care. "Now telling you what I did would ruin the fun! Really, that was classic comedy right there." Nemesis laughed again, and shook her head with mirth. "How does it feel, to lie motionless on the ground? I really could saw your head off right now and you'd be able to do nothing about it. You wouldn't even be able to scream in terror."
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 12:35 pm
He envisioned himself headless for a brief second before deciding that That Was Really Not Good. "Y-you're lying, you dont actually have a saw!" Gulp. "Do you?"
Seriously where the heck would she hide it anyway, up that scantily short skirt - ooh hey he could see her panties if he squinted, at least he would die happily.
"Um uh," he tried, guiltily not trying to look too high up and rather glad it was dark so his deepening blush was somewhat hidden, "Any chance you'd read my will before I die then?" As he spoke, he was furious trying to move his arms, it seemed some feeling had returned in the right one, but at this point, wriggling his fingers wouldn't surmount to much.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 3:49 pm
"Yeah, I'm hiding it in the folds of my skirt. No, you idiot. But I'm sure I can find a sharp rock that would work just as well!" She put a little pressure down on the back of his head for a few moments before using her leg to kick him in the side. She figured that she couldn't just laugh at him, she actually did have to do a little work and beat him blue and bloody. For a few moments she considered leaving things as it were - he had certainly been dealt a heavy lesson... but she was never the one who was able to leave things completely unfinished.
She drove her pointed boot into his vulnerable side again, a little more fiercely. Nemesis was silently hoping he'd be limping all the way home from the pain in his side, she'd love to see him hopping away crying out in pain. "No, no chance at all. It won't be read for a while, because it takes a few years to pronounce someone dead when authorities can't find the body." In the end, she was a little more talk than she was action. But, she put just enough action behind her words that it seemed likely she would go through with it. Chop off his head and make his body go POOF to some stanky old place.
"Any last words?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 5:19 pm
So she WAS hiding it in the folds of her skir- wait a second...
He had no time to comment on her sharp mouth, as he felt something even sharper and pronounced collide with his side, neatly knocking whatever air he had left out of his lungs. Eyes watering from the sudden asphyxiation, he thought he was going to die right there and then, trying to let gravity direct some much needed air flow.
Taking a few pronounced breaths before he actually turned blue, Torbernite sat in that prone position for a couple more seconds, arms twitching, looking all the more pathetic. If the senshi thought this was a game of cat and mouse, he sure wasn't enjoying being the mouse, especially if it wasn't his fault.
Wait wait, backtrack for a second: he could move his arms again! Sure enough, his foot shifted as he moved it experimentally, giving him all the time he would need. Well, if she wanted to play it that way...
"Yeah actually," he said flippantly, pretending to lay still. "How would-"
There was nothing quite like the element of surprise. Being the 'bad guy' usually gave him those opportune moments, so he didn't have to spend half a minute exclaiming who he was, his intentions, his attack power, so on so forth. Quickly grabbing her foot with both hands (he was delighted to see they were indeed both working), he pulled her down, getting a nice flash of her uh, skirtless areas, in the process as he all but dragged her to the ground with him. "- You like to take MY place instead!"
He all but gloated as he got to his feet quickly as he said that, ready to place HIS foot on her - OW crap his side. "Or not." Groaning, he gingerly touched his side, keeling a little backwards instead. "Holy hell what do you have in your shoes, iron cattle prods?!" Seriously now, that was going to leave a serious red mark.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 6:54 pm
She yelped in surprise as two hands seized around her foot and forcibly dragged her down onto the ground. Nemesis saw stars for a few brief moments after her head hit the payment, and when she could regain any semblance of movement, her hands went to do the most important thing - pull her skirt down. Needless to say, with a skirt that short, she wasn't wearing undergarments that were designed to cover every inch of her pale skin, and she had quite literally flashed the little pervert when she had been dragged down. Her hands impatiently shoved her skirt back into place, her cheeks beginning to turn red... and then redder as she got more and more mad.
Sailor Nemesis glared at the white-haired teen as he stood, and seeing him in some pain did little to quell her anger. "My shoes are filled with hate for little pricks like you, who don't give a rat's a** about someone else's life!" Of course, she was nearly just as bad, but she cared for some people that she had managed to connect to. Biting back a groan of pain she pushed herself up off of her rear and onto her feet, immediately taking a fighting stance that was probably seen more in the movies than ever in an actual fight.
"You've got two ******** seconds to put that star seed back where it belongs, or I will find the sharpest object I can and slice your head off of your skinny neck!" She growled, her bluff only... partially a bluff. If she could find something sharp, she wouldn't mind trying to saw off his head with it. Nemesis was a spiteful, vengeful creature, and he had seen her PANTIES.
That little brat was going down.
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 12:25 am
Admittedly, watching her do the 'I finally noticed my skirt is too short dance' distracted him for a second longer. Oh how he loved senshi and their short skirt unifor-
- Hello teenage male hormones? Your life is at stake here. Right, not to mention the fact that he was sure any second, if he didn't hold onto his side, that his guts would probably come spilling out. Apparently they just didn't make girls out of sugar, spice and whatever other things 'nice' anymore.
"Whoah whoah whoah wait." He lifted one hand up in both interjection and as a defensive gesture. "Don't you think I'm the victim here too? I mean, I just spent the last five minutes telling you I was trying to fix things, and then you come in all 'I will defend justice' or something, and kick my poor a** without even asking what I was up to?"
Seriously now, if he had had an inkling of trying to run away screaming about the victory of the Negaverse and whatnot, wouldn't he have oh, done so like right about now? Said star seed was still floating innocuously a little to his right, next to th- the b- bod.. thing. He looked at it before turning back to his opponent, who had the most curious battle stance, a bit like someone who watched a little too many anime. Rolling his eyes now that he realised she wasn't going to chop his head off anytime soon, he dusted some dirt off his pants. "Besides, its not like you had a cute butt or anything either, I've totally seen better."
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