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 Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 12:28 am
If there was an unwritten handbook of Senshi Justice somewhere in the universe, Sailor Algol was doing a fine job of spitting on it, ripping it into pieces, and potentially spitting on it again. That isn't to say she was a bad senshi, per se, but she simply did not care about the entire saving the world from injustice thing.
Which is why, in that very Wednesday evening, confronted by civilians being terrorized by a rather ugly and scaly youma - what was with monsters being scaly these days - she waited until after the entire ordeal to make her senshi-side appearance.
Post transformation always tended to leave her rather distressed: while the boost in power was a bonus, the tattered, uneven skirt was not. Where was Hestia with her pair of convenient scissors when she needed her, those darn maids and their vacation leaves and all. In fact, Sailor Algol was so self-absorbed in attempting to salvage the sorry state of her tattered skirt, she forgot about the youma entirely, until the creature had the misfortune of making itself known with a rather loud roar, upturning angrily some lawn ornaments in the not-quite-suburbia neighbourhood.
Leaping as fast as The Future Ruler Of the World, could run, she easily caught up to the rampaging youma, making sure to stand a clear distance away from its throes of violence before making a clear 'harumphing noise'.
The youma simply ignored her and continued merrily thrashing its way.
Algol rolled her eyes and tried again, this time clearing her throat and pointing her finger at said creature. "All right, listen here you simple-minded creation. I, the future ruler of the world, am rather lacking in minions, and am looking for-" here, she had to dodge a flying piece of shrubbery, -"those willing to subvert to my greatness."
Amidst the screaming bystanders, however, she unfortunately was not quite aware of how quiet her proclamations had been in comparison. Algol waited expectantly for a few seconds before folding her arms, tapping one foot in annoyance, despite the situation. Clearly, she was going to need some help here if she needed to take this creature down. Or at least, get it to consider her generous options.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 3:02 am
Gabbie was caught in the middle of a milling herd of screaming terrified people. She could see the youma, was fighting to make headway against the flow of people (not unlike a salmon trying to swim UP a waterfall) to get to the bloody thing and wondering the entire time how she was going to transform without a crowd of witnesses. As she got closer, she saw a skirted and tiara'd figure darting in close.
Well! If there was already a senshi here, she had time to find someplace private to transform and then she could help corral the thing. Except... the other senshi wasn't doing anything except standing there, tapping her foot and looking annoyed. Why isn't she fighting, Gabbie wondered as she finally made it to a small bubble of quiet and privacy. Transforming quickly, she leapt up, intending to attack from above, and not so inconsequently give any possible bystanders no link between Sailor Saiph and poor frightened Gabbie.
As she bounded closer, she knelt briefly to scoop up a few decent sized rocks from various piled of rubble. Firing the first one off, she managed to get lucky and hit it around the eye. Screaming, the youma clutched at its face and reared back. The other two rocks zipped after the first, striking ineffectually against the youma's hand and chest. Still, this was enough time to land crouching near the other senshi and start demanding some sort of explanation.
"What is [iwrong with you? Can't you do something other than standing around looking like a ******** yard ornament?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 12:46 pm
Fortunately for the Senshi of Ghosts, reprieve had come, in the form of a totally random stranger. It took Algol a second to pin down the strange dress form as that of another senshi, and just a little bit longer to conclude with a fit of triumph that their skirt was a little more tattered than hers.
Unfortunately for the Senshi of Ghosts, youma in general did not wait to see the status quo of teenage girl skirts, and had already done the general world a favour of ridding two victims of their worldly bodies. Algol sighed and pointed both arms towards her Future Minion-slash-youma. "Yes I am trying here, but-" she was nearly bowled over by a screaming couple, "- You know what? Let's do this first, and talk later, clearly negotiating with this bumbling creature is getting nowhere fast."
With that, using the best of her dodging and jumping prowess, she advanced further into the line of rampage, trying to find a clear opening for an attack. Maybe the thing just had to be beaten into submission.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 2:57 am
Negotiating? Was this girl serious? Saiph wasn't sure that most youma had the mental capacity to think beyond, "Itchy... TASTY...", but hey! Neatly dodging a swipe of the enormous claws, Saiph studied the monster, looking for anything that could be counted as a weak spot.
"Y'know, call me crazy, but I don't think talking to this thing is really going to do anything other than make it mad," she dodged a second time. "I don't think they're able to really listen to anyone but their creators and handlers."
A third dodge, onlt this time, she badly misjudged the youma's proximity and hissed loudly as a rather large fist barely missed knocking her head off of her shoulders.
"Whatever you're going to do had better she fast," she yelled as she stumbled backwards. "I'd really like to make it out of this alive, thanks!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 10:57 pm
Had this been any other situation, Sailor Algol-slash-Mindy might have raised an eyebrow and struck a defiant 'Prove it' pose to the other senshi's commentary. Had they not been dealing with a somewhat large and ugly Creature From the Black Lagoon spinoff, sans seaweed, and possibly melting.
It was actually news to her that these things had been created (then, by whom, and how could she either a) get one herself or b) get something better), and she felt a little put-off that they did indeed listen, just not to her. One day, when she had her way with her world, everything would be at her fingertips - and she wouldn't have to wear this horrendously embarrassing skirt to use her powers either.
"Ghost light!" A teensy self-debate later and Sailor Algol was mostly all action, eyebrows furrowed in all concentration as she summoned her first, and only, attack. Twin spectres, though to the naked eye in broad daylight they took the appearance of weak wisps of smoke, lit into being within her, making her feel more at ease. Confident. After all, it was her role to tell others what to do.
And with that she raised one arm, commanding her ghostly pawns forward to do her bidding in stopping said solo army of mass destruction. Eagerly the two flashes - or wisps - of light surged forward, shooting past her raised arm, launching towards the opponent, stirring up already-upturned objects in a small hurricane of destruction.
And the youma blinked as both wisps of light combined with upturned lawn ornaments bounced off their trajectory. It might even have scratched its head curiously, looking around for a minute second trying to pinpoint the flashy but otherwise ineffective attack.
Algol simply buried one palm of her hand into her forehead. When she had her own ARMY of minions, this would not be a problem.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 5:02 am
Valiantly keeping a straight face, Saiph bit back the "That's IT?!?" that wanted to roll off of her tongue. It was hardly fair of her, hell, Alkaid's attack was probably about as strong. And it wouldn't do to insult the only person in a five mile radius willing to help fight monsters.
She could use Tail Thrash. But the thought made her feel faintly sick as she imagined it ripping through people's homes, property and small children. Saiph couldn't take that risk. But at the same time, she didn't have much choice. There was no Sirius here to collar and hold the youma, no handy pile of heavy bricks at hand to try stoning it to death. If they wanted to stop this monster, she was going to have to do more than dance and dodge as it flailed about.
Well, she thought as she swallowed nervously, on the bright side, I think everyone who lives around here might have already fled the scene. And with luck, I won't actually demolish anyone's home....
Shaking herself iritably, she darted over to the other girl and brusquely shoved Algol until she was behind Saiph.
"No arguments," she murmured tersely. "Just stay behind me. It'll be safer for you there for the next few moments."
Scanning quickly for any stray humans, she sent a breath of thanks up to the skies when she saw that except for the youma and the two senshi, the street seemed almost devoid of life. Allowing the knowledge that she wouldn't be able to hurt anyone except the youma to strengthen her, Saiph raised an already glowing hand and swung it out in a throwing motion.
"Tail Thrash!"
While hardly anymore visible than Algol's attack, the results, when they came, were far more satisfying. The youma was sent sent backwards where it landed on it's back with a bit of a thud and cracked the asphalt. Granted the trees and bits of lawn ornaments and well, lawns that had been in the way were now a bit shredded, but no one had been hurt. Well, no one innocent or human, anyway.
"Don't just stand there," she snapped the order out like a drill sargeant. "Help me find something we can use to kill it before it gets up and charges us!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 10:34 am
Huh. Algol stared at the youma creature-thing. It had seemed a lot easier with Hestia around.
That was before the other sailor suited girl practically buried said creature-thing into the asphalt. Granted, in her self-defense, whoever heard of ghosts manifesting broad daylight? Algol's line of vision quickly slid off her 'future minion' and towards the giant gouge in the pavement. She could barely take her eyes off the horrendous gash on the ground: it defied all her laws of nice, linear, pavement , ones that should have been perfectly parallel to each other, always.
And it wasn't until the other senshi's cryptic words rang in her ears that she tore her eyes away from the imperfection on the ground: well, plural, if one included the youma. Her first reaction was that of indignation. "I'm not just standing here, I'm pondering what to do next." Why the heck were they killing that thing again, weren't they going to capture it until it submitted to her as the rightful master?
Unfortunately for the senshi of ghosts, she had run out of her free pondering time as the youma sprang up almost as quickly as it had fallen, attention immediately affixing on the only two people left in the vicinity. It wasn't until the creature seemed almost to have acquired a certain senshi of ghosts for lunch that it finally clued in, somewhat, for her to take some form of action.
Backing up significantly, she scanned the vicinity for anything she could use as a temporary distraction. All that met her eyes short of upturned lawn and picket fences and oh, well this could be useful. "Over there, can you launch that thing towards that phone pole?" If the youma smashing into it wouldn't kill it, she would make sure herself the rampantly dancing electric cords did.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 4:47 am
Diving and rolling to the side as sharp claws reached out for her, Saiph bit back every sarcastic and cutting remark she wanted to make. However, her mental voice had no such leash on it and merrily warbled, Oh just pondering? Well then! Ponder away while the big, nasty monster eats us for lunch! Please don't let me disturb your oh so important standing around and being useless PONDERING!
Then she heard the question and shook her head.
"I really don't think you want me sending an attack in the direction of a lot of electric cables! It's not an attack that I can focus that tightly."
But still, the idea had merit. And if she couldn't use Tail Thrash, it wsn't as if she were totally useless. Leaping and doing a quick scan of the ground gave her cause to grin like a cat with a canary. If they could manuver the beast into that puddle of water... As she came down, she darted forward and grabbed part of white picket fence. It would do.
"Let's get it into that puddle!" she shouted. "We'll both try and bring down that line!"
She pointed at the power line. It they could bring it down, it would land right in the puddle and fry the youma.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 12:10 am
In a very very large nutshell, probably a walnut or horse chestnut or the likes, Algol did not do this 'teamwork' thing very well. Her idea of 'teamwork' was giving directions with clear and beneficial - most of the time - results. Thus she was once again confused when the other senshi picked tore a perfectly clean, straight picket fence out of alignment. Cue equal confusion at the word 'both', that didn't quite seem be part of her dictionary repetoire.
For one awkward second, one half-distressed expression blaring on her face, she looked around, as if expecting someone else to fill in this 'both' and 'teamwork' slot for her. Unfortunately the only thing staring back was half an unturned lawn.
Her second problem about being distressed at the wrong time was that the youma was as impatient as it was intelligent. It had mostly amended its personal argument about which senshi was tastier and was now attempting to lunge for both at the same time.
That snapped Algol back to reality faster than any lecture about her personal philosophies. Taking one impressive - for her- backleap away from momentary danger, she finally conceded to the advent of one of the most unusual events in her sixteen-year-old career. She actually listened to the other Senshi. A small blow to her dignity was definitely much better than getting smashed to the pavement as roadkill.
"All right," Sailor Algol huffed, reaching one hand in front of her again, focusing a little more intently, "Let's make this one work. Ghost light!"
Onwards went her two small-ish minions, and this time, she made her intentions very very clear, giving them the most intense stare of their pseudo-alive deaths as if to say , 'I command you to pick up something substantial to hit it with or I'll kill you... again.'
If the youma was any smaller, it might have suffered a Death By Upturned Rhododendron Bush. Nonetheless, the attack caught it by surprise, and it roared, backing up, ever so slowly towards their invisibly X-marked target.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 6:30 am
"Yes! Good!" Saiph hissed with satisfaction as the youma backpedaled toward the puddle she'd pointed out. It was a pity that Alkaid wasn't around. She knew what to do without being told. Still, beggars couldn't be choosers. With fence picket in hand, she leapt once more. THis time, aiming for the top of the pole that held the line she wanted to sever.
Once perched atop the pole (and praying to whoever would listen that she didn't fall and break her neck), she knelt carefully and studied how the line was connected. Tree branches brought down power lines all the time, so it couldn't be that hard. Of course, those lines usually had help from a storm or the like. She had a piece of suburbia. Well. Hopefully the other senshi would drag her sorry a** away from the scene if she got electrocuted.
Flinching, she half closed her eyes and brought the fence post down in a swinging arc that would sever it from where it connected to the pole. The next thing she knew, she was flying through the air and landing in a rather large and prickly rosebush. She was also fairly certain that her hair was sizzling and sparking. And that rosebushes HURT. Oh ******** a duck. And then she blacked out.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 3:13 pm
Immediately the surge of broken, still rampant-power found its closest outlet, as the youma gave its last, and probably in its tiny little existence, loudest screech, form wavering, sizzling, before dissolving entirely. Sparks of electricty still danced on the cement in the advent of its electrocution.
Giving the scene of the 'crime' a wide berth, Algol circled around towards the other senshi. She wasn't too sure what upset her more: the horrible pungent aftersizzle of the youma's remains or the fact that her... well... accomplice was unfortunately very unconscious.
Well, this was definitely not in her handbook of What To Do For Evil Overlords-In-Training. Slowly, gingerly, she picked up a nearby stick, poking the other senshi in hopes they would get up. When their body started sinking deeper into the rosebush, Algol could not help but panic and instinctively grab the other's protruding foot. Out of all places to fall, why a stupid rosebush seriously. She had half a mind to leave them there as she untangled their outfit from most of the thorns, acquiring her share of sharp scratches in the process.
What seemed like hours later, she, and one prickly, slightly-charred unconscious senshi sat on the lawn, stumped. Once again, it looked like she would need help. Cringing slightly, she picked up her somewhat newly-acquired phone (well, the one that her parents didn't buy for her), and stared at the contacts list before pressing the 'call' button.
"Hey, I need a favour."
The next five minutes she spent trying to reign in her temper a the barrage of questions, but she was done, and done with. It was now officially someone else's problem.
With the queue of police and ambulance sirens heading their direction, Algol did her best to drag the unconscious senshi's foot (and the rest of the foot-up) to a more secluded resting spot. That is, inside of a large, unused dog-house, before she made her leave. Urg, talk about unnecessary favours and precautions. When she finally had the world her way, things wouldn't be so difficult.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 3:25 pm
Oohh... she hurt. She felt as if she'd been charbroiled, slung into a field of thorns and dragged across pavemen... Oh. Oh yeah. Cracking open an eye, she glanced blearily around, wondering why the space around her had suddenly become dark, somewhat smelly and VERY TINY. Her purely internal line of questioning was brought to a halt when a small, yappy dog decided to n** at her ankle, demanding to know why she was in it's home.
Powering down, she wriggled her way out and sat blinking at the activity around her. The other senshi was nowhere to be seen. Must have pulled me over here, Gabbie thought as she rubbed at an aching skull. She considered for a moment trying to get up and leave, then just as quickly decided against it. She felt like hell. Besides, now that she was no longer intruding on its home, yap dog was decent company, excepting an ear skritch as an apology for bothering it.
Eying the damage around her, she sighed. Well, she didn't look like a Senshi or a monster. The police would just assume she'd run over here to hide. They'd question her, see how shaken she was, take pity on her and let her go home. All she could do was sit and let things take their course.
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