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 Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 10:04 am
It had been a while since he'd actually managed to get out and go on Patrol, but then... that was pretty much to be expected if you schooled at Hillworth. It wasn't exactly the sort of place where they made it easy to duck out of view for a while, not with what most of the students were like. Not to mention the teachers, and he was pretty grateful he hadn't gotten caught yet.
His 'jail time' as he had been referring to his time at the school, sure made a big dent in his social life as well, which rankled at least as much as not being able to try and explore exactly what it meant to be 'Senshi'. He'd met barely any, Bellatrix... and that girl Pegasus... but otherwise he'd really barely run into anything but a monster and a girl with a squeaky hammer.
...And he still sort of felt a little guilty about nailing her with flaming whatevers. Maybe he should start carrying around a backpack with little bottles of aloe? That would sort of be kind of 'in your face' as well as helpful next time he handed a uniformed negaverser their butt, which he fully expected to do again, especially if they only had THAT kind of weapon. Seriously. The giant sludge monster had been scarier... and way grosser.
Definitely more gross than the thing he was trying to track now. It was smaller than the blob monster, and a fair bit faster too, so he hadn't gotten the best look at it, but what he had seen looked like a cross between an cast member of "Pet Cemetary" and a Godzilla film, and he wondered if it was supposed to be the universes joking answer to the little cat with the Pen that had started all of this. Maybe it was designed around her attitude....
"Get back here and let me kick your sorry a**!" He groused at it, voice just short of actually yelling. God he really wanted to yell at it, but there was just so much bad blood about the whole Senshi thing right now.... man he could use a hand. "Seriously! I'll be doing you a favor!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 9:45 pm
Pegasus was on patrol. Again. Without anyone else. It was starting to become a habit, a veryvery bad habit, but in light of recent circumstances, she was going to plead that it as post traumatic stress disorder and try to get out of 'prison/death' that way. Because senshi-hood was very much like a military, right? Perhaps not as organized... definitely didn't have the same recruiting style, but in the end, they were soldiers. Pretty, short-skirted, magic-wielding soldiers. And if PTSD got the army out of trouble, maybe it would work on Astraea and Chloe. Who knew? Maybe she'd get a break.
And maybe the negaverse would surrender and Astraea would be NICE.
No, it didn't look like Rea was going to get a break anytime soon. Things had been hectic lately. Her senshi team had lost one member, she was fighting to keep another, and on top of that, she had this little voice talking to her in her head who was actually being SYMPATHETIC. Great. Now the voices were sympathizing with her. Not a word, Helios, or I'll poke you with a q-tip. She had been sleeping in short shifts, going to class like a zombie and the rest of her time was spent patroling, searching for more youma.
Resisting the urge to let out a very heavy sigh, Pegasus blinked as she noticed a flash of motion in the corner of her eye, automatically clenching her fists and readying to run after it, sure it was a youma. But what she saw after stopped her mid-step, surprise etching into her expression. A familiar flash of gold and brown.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 1:00 pm
"Come Back H..." Regulus started to yell at the Youma again, still in full tilt pursuit, then almost tripped over his own feet as it finally registered out of the corner of his eye who he thought was seeing.
Wait was that....
No way...
It looked kind of like... but if it was her she'd changed since she'd bolted out after the battle with the bluenette.
"Pegasus???"
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 3:06 pm
It WAS him. That day, so long ago, when she had first met Linarite, and the gold and brown senshi... Regulus?... had first been awoken. The memory was fuzzy, so much had happened between then and now, but the most she watched, the more she remembered. The redheaded senshi blinked once in surprise, standing there for a second longer as the boy nearly tripped, spotting her.
Oh hey, he recognized her too.
Super Sailor Pegasus acknowledged the other senshi no differently than she had the first time she had seen him, meeting his eyes for a few seconds before she took off towards the youma attempting to escape, running in front of it and blocking it's chance of escape. It was a well known fact that she was terrible at introductions (see: Regulus' awakening) but in her mind she reasoned that in this case, it was more important to stop the youma than to stop for 'Hey, how are you?'s. With herself in front of it and Regulus behind it, the odds of defeating it were much better than they had been before.
"Hit it!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 4:35 pm
Jaimie could think of a lot of things that he would have enjoyed saying right at that second, since this was disconcertingly familiar, but he didn't want to know what the speedy little youma was going to do if it got loose.
"Claws of the Lion!" The attack was the same as before, if slightly better aimed from practice, and a handful of blades rocketed toward the ugly little creature, which screeched as it was struck... and caught fire.
...
Unfortunately catching fire didn't equate to dying, and it decided to take it's own chance to introduce itself to Pegasus. Only instead of saying 'hi', it launched itself bodily toward Pegasus by way of thanking her for blocking its retreat long enough to be struck.
Truth be told it was even uglier up close.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 5:03 pm
Well, it seemed he'd improved since she'd seen him last. The fiery attack was quick and precise, the blades shooting towards the youma and promptly setting it a-flame, stripes of scarlet appearing where the blades had sheared through it's skin. And for a moment, it looked like it might go down with just that. That was, until it launched itself like a lunatic into the air, hissing and spitting and screaming like a banshee.
Directly at her.
Pegasus didn't even think twice.
"Dream Concussion!"
The blast may have been just slightly too big for the poor youma, who seemed to be having a tough enough time being on fire without having a large iridescent energy blast being launched at it. Within moments of it's explosion the youma was torn into many, rather disgusting pieces, chunks of fur and putrid meat landing around them like candy from some sort of demonic pinata.
She'd panicked, ok?
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 1:07 pm
....OK maybe he should have seen that coming.
The exploding youma peppered the extremely startled Regulus (Who should have, but did not in fact see it coming...) with chunks of char broiled, Pegasus-blender-ed... well whatever the hell Youma qualified as, which were dutifully and impressively smelly, slimy, smokey... and just disgusting, before they slowly started to turn to dust.
Regulus in the mean time, standing slack jawed in the midst of it, looking like there was a whole list of things he'd like to say, but not in front of a lady, which was unfortunate.
When he finally did manage to come up with something that seemed appropriate, it was:
"Thanks."
This with mixed emotions, for all the obvious reasons. "So I suppose you're going to book it now, like last time?" He asked, eyebrow raised as, with a grimace, he dusted char-broiled and blasted youma dust off of his uniform.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:06 pm
"Well, if you insist," she responded a little flatly, looking slightly guilty about their previous meeting, despite how she seemed to be doing her best to hide it. Glancing up and down at the hamburgered youma practically dripping off the male senshi, Pegasus gave a very slight wince, brushing a strand of hair off her shoulder idly. "... sorry about that," came a slightly belated response, although whether or not she was referring to the youma meat or the fact that she had kind of abandoned him after his awakening, it was hard to tell.
Another pause. Sailor Pegasus straightened her shoulders a bit, obviously uncomfortable with the situation, glancing behind her only once. She certainly wasn't very much of a people person. "There's a fountain a little ways away. In the park," she tried again, meeting his eyes as she turned her head forward again, "I'll accompany you. It's dangerous to be out alone, now." Not that it hadn't been back when she was first starting out. Things were just different, it seemed... so many more lieutenants about. A few captains, too. So she had been listening at the Senshi meeting.
Turning a little, she took a few steps in that direction, giving him a new quizzical look, as if she thought of something only after she had suggested they head that way together. It wasn't a rude question she asked next, merely a curious one, although she had never exactly been able to portray herself well anyway.
"Who are you, exactly?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 7:53 am
"... You mean when I'm not decked out in boyscout pants and throwing things at people?" He was pretty sure they'd exchanged senshi names that first night out, and shot her a quizzical look as he fell in beside her. "...Jaimie Leontyne." It seemed like it couldn't hurt to tell her. At least then someone would know who had cashed in if his name appeared in the papers.
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 1:04 pm
Pegasus raised an eyebrow at his choice of words, looking a little skeptical at his words, tilting her head to one side and eying the boy-senshi as they walked, listening quietly. Boyscout pants seemed to accurately describe what she'd seen of guy-senshi, although admittedly, she'd only met him and Elzo, as well as that purple and green-clad one, although that had only been briefly and very informally. Had she been a more reassuring, more people-oriented person, she might have assured him they looked fine on him, that they weren't actually that bad, and that he fit on-par with what she thought of when she thought 'guy-senshi,' but as it was, she didn't even think of it, not even considering that he might, in fact, not be too comfortable in shorts.
The name didn't ring a bell, but she nodded anyway, the name tucked away in her own memory, for future reference or use. "Rea Marshall," she replied, quid pro quo, keeping her eyes on the fountain that had just come into view, "Crystal. If you need to find me."
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 1:36 pm
He gave a short laugh at that. "Well you'll know if I arrive. I'll be the guy half the campus is bludgeoning with their handbags. With Hillworth's reputation, half the city is probably unconsciously trained to be terrified of green plaid. Sort of like Pavlov's dogs, but with ugly pants." he smiled to prove he was joking, though Pegasus was a very serious soul. He wasn't quite sure how she'd take joking.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 8:45 pm
It was hard to tell if Pegasus even grasped the joke -- her eyes stayed trained on the other senshi, obviously thinking about what he had said and keeping her expression neutrally even. Then again, that was just kind of her way, especially in the beginning. Regulus may have gotten the first initial meeting (and first initial 'dnw introductions, fleeing the scene now!') but it would take a while for the cautious senshi to feel completely relaxed. Even despite Regulus' good-natured attitude. So it was with a slight pause that she responded, thinking carefully about how to answer before saying anything. Even then, the response was obviously guarded.
"Crystal girls can be stupid," She replied a few moments later, going to stand by the fountains edge, looking only slightly awkward, "You shouldn't let them get to you. They would assume that a prestigious school sets them as elite."
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