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 Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 6:20 pm
She had a paper to write, and what was she doing? Oh, she was tracking down youma. Nevermind that the paper was due on Monday, and that she hadn't even sifted through her research material yet (at least she had gotten research). In the end, though, she preferred youma-hunting to writing a research paper. It was the ultimate slacking method. 'Hey, I didn't do my homework because I was busy cleaning Destiny City of an evil infestation of monsters. You can thank me with an A.' Ah, if only.
Super Sailor Nemesis would have enjoyed a little praise every once in a while. Her team, if she wanted, could probably supply endless hours of it (they seemed like the sort of people, anyways, especially MuCephei), but she would rather they didn't. Even now, she wasn't patrolling with someone from her team. She was there when they needed her, but other than that, she liked to do things on her own. Nemesis fancied herself to be a little more efficient than her teammates, with the possible exception of Pegasus. But, if they ever called for her, she'd be there. She'd always be there.
Nemesis had managed to find something to entertain herself with that evening. It was a small youma, which she counted a blessing. Of course, she was keeping her distance still. Nemesis wasn't sure if it had anything to back up its small size with. It looked to be shaped like a dog, and it was certainly sniffing around as if it were one.
She wondered if it could smell her.
Suddenly the youma turned its head, cat-like green eyes staring up at the spot where she was hidden. Huh, she guessed it could smell her from where she crouched on the rooftop. It stared long and hard at where Nemesis was hiding, as if trying to determine if there was something there. With a burst of energy, the youma suddenly vaulted up the side of the building. The creature had definitely figured out that she was there.
"s**t!" she exclaimed, abandoning her hiding spot and... running. HELL, what else could she do? She needed time to think - and in her running all she could think that now would be a GOOD time to have a weapon. She didn't. Nemesis jumped down from the ledge of a building into an alleyway, the creature practically on the tails off her a**-bow.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 6:31 pm
"VULPECLAE POWER MAKE UP!" Came a rather amused and exuberant call from just inside the mouth of the alley she'd jumped down into... and shortly there after, a trashcan came flying past her... careening off the Yoma, if a glancing blow.
It was followed by a satisfied "HA!" And an unfamiliar face made it into view.
"Oops! Was that one yours?" He said and flashed a grin as he grabbed for a bit of fallen drain pipe.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 6:39 pm
"What the- !?" she exclaimed as a trash can nearly hit her on its way to hitting the youma. It was enough to effectively throw Sailor Nemesis off her game, her body instinctively reacting to duck the trash can, though it would've missed her anyways. The giant tin can practically bounced off the youma's back, startling the creature for a second before it pressed onwards. Its reaction time was far faster than Nemesis', and the creature was bounding towards her as she was reeling to right herself.
She felt the sharp pain of claws glancing against her arm, cutting the fabric of her aged sleeve. She twisted away in time to avoid the jaws that snapped at her, but wasn't fast enough to avoid the damage to her arm. "You b*****d!" she accused from her end of the alleyway, the youma having landed between her and the... senshi she had just gotten a chance to look at.
Yes, definitely a b*****d. "What the hell were you thinking!?" She seemed far more intent on chewing Vulpeclae out than attacking the youma, who seemed to be struggling to choose which one of them go for. It growled low in its throat, turning back to Nemesis, since she had already been injured.
"Decay into Nothing!" Nemesis attacked quickly, thrusting her arms out in front of her... but nothing seemed to happen. Never-the-less, there was a smirk upon her face. At least the youma might not kill her before her attack set into motion.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 6:42 pm
"Whoops...my bad..." He said with a small shrug and came briskly forward to touch her shoulder
"Restore the Memory" He said clearly and flashed her a grin.
"Better? For a few minutes anyhow." He winked and then hefted the drain pipe to SWING at the Yoma.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 6:54 pm
Nemesis was not impressed, and the expression upon her face said as much as this SENSHI basically shrugged off the fact that HE had gotten HER injured. Oh, when this youma was dusted, she was going to have a word with this a*****e. "Don't touch me-" she began, but he was already putting his hand on her shoulder, and that too she did not appreciate.
...Though, when the wound on her arm began to heal itself, she appreciated the senshi a little more. Not a lot, but hey, having someone who could heal her was not a bad deal in the least. She kind of liked it. But, instead of taking the time to thank the other senshi, or even test out her arm, she moved to attack. The youma should have been able to dodge Vulpeculae's attack, but for some reason its feet seemed rooted to the ground.
Nemesis was impressed with herself - powering up to Super also meant that her attack was mildly more effective. It started almost instantaneously, from the youma's toes and up its leg, so that when Vulpeculae swung the pipe at the youma, it was incapable of doing anything to defend itself. That didn't meant it was incapable of movement yet. As soon as Vulpeculae got close enough, it lashed out with its still movable tail, jaws snapping to ward off the senshi.
"Hit it in the head!" Nemesis advised... well, ordered. She wasn't very good at not sounding demanding. From where Tom had thrown the trash can, she picked up its lid and charged the youma, holding the lid up like a shield so that when it tried to bite her, its teeth bounced off the metal make-shift shield.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 7:15 pm
"Hey... was your attack going to do anything? Are well... looking at a time delay or something... or... um.. WOAH...hi there snappy!...oh and uhh...
"Ya think?" He quipped with a slightly roguish grin.
"I don't know I was thinking maybe the FOOT" he added heaving it down with all his strength to try and bash the monster's head in.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 7:25 pm
Nemesis briefly considered smashing the lid of a trash can into Vulpeculae's face, if only to shut him up. For some reason, she managed to rebel against the urge, though there was a distinct twitch in her eyebrow as he questioned her attack Her attack was contributing to a lot more damage than his had, and she would have pointed it out if she wasn't busy distracting the youma from snapping at the other senshi by thrusting her 'shield' towards its face.
Nemesis could have still functioned with an injured arm, but she was pretty damned sure that he would not have been able to hit the youma at all if not for her. Hell, she would like to think that he could have been seriously injured without Nemesis' aid.
The youma suddenly seemed frozen in place, even its head stopped moving, though one could still hear it breathing, its eyes focusing on Vulpeculae for a second before they too couldn't move. "Here we go," she breathed, and let out a yelp when Vulpeculae's pipe came crashing down onto the youma's head. The creature whined pitifully, collapsing onto the ground in a heap.
"Yeah, try bashing it's ******** feet in a little more," she grunted, holding her shield up protectively in front of her (to shield her from any blood shed). Nemesis would kindly let boys do what boys do - terrorize things.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 7:32 pm
He whistled and casually flipped the pipe to see which end was sharper and then tried to -spear- that end as best he could into the base of its neck... it'd be messy if it worked but, since it wasn't he thought a deeply interesting fight, in that he hadn't been hurt and he'd only used his power once...why not.
One claw snagged into his leg and clawed down his shin defensive and confused. He hissed in surprise, and apparent pain but also... grinned.
"Well thats more interesting anyhow.."
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 7:40 pm
Nemesis watched the other senshi through narrowed eyes, taking a step back from the youma, because she, unlike this new senshi, had some common sense. She'd been on the field longer (or so she assumed, because this guy looked to be like such an idiot that he couldn't have been doing this for long). However, she did cringe with sympathy when a claw managed to slice the senshi's leg. Ow, that would hurt, and if she were in his position, she would be bitching the youma out for hurting her.
"You're insane," she spoke flatly. The youma had been felled by the pipe thrust into its torso. The body still twitched as if life was in it, but as far as Nemesis could tell, it was dead. Good, she hadn't gotten much blood on her fuku. She straightened, and tossed the trash can lid to the side. "And stupid. Are you new to this? If you walked in like that and I hadn't used my attack, you would have been in trouble."
Nemesis folded her arms against her chest, looking entirely unimpressed with the other senshi.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 7:47 pm
"Yep... Iam... by the way your arm is going to un-heal in a few minutes you MAY want to patch that up." He said cooly without really delineating on if the yep was for insanity or newness... perhaps it was both.
He winced slightly as he propped his leg on a trash can and carefully started picking a few strings from his trousers out of it.
"Well...gona hear about this one... "Some... little cat hacked up a Pen and a hat and um..." he fished out his cell phone "A new phone..."
"hmm...not so deep no prob" he decided and hopped free of the trashcan to stand again.
"Vulpecuale Senshi of Restoration, really no make up, but hey...thats what it calls for...."
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 7:53 pm
"...You're telling me that it's going to undo itself. Great, ******** fantastic." Now she would have to go home with a bleeding arm, and try to patch it up before anyone noticed. Monday she'd probably wear a long-sleeved shirt underneath her school uniform, just to avoid probing questions. Eventually she would run out of excuses. There were only so many times she could say she tripped down the stairs or a cat clawed her. "I'll take care of it when I get home," she decided with a shake of her head.
She was loving this. Really.
"At least I know you're not some vigilante senshi wanabee," she admitted. So, he was the real deal. A bit of a failure, though. Okay, a little more than a small failure. "Don't you have any sense of self-preservation? You could have really been hurt, and it would look bad to my team if I came to the next meeting saying that I let a newbie senshi get mauled."
Did she was to introduce herself...? Not really. "Super Sailor Nemesis, Senshi of Decay." So why was she doing it? Don't ask her, she had no idea.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 7:58 pm
"Pain means your alive...why get all freaked out about it." he shrugged
"Here, I got bandages in my civis if you want." He offered with a casual smile and played idly with his lip-ring.
"If it makes you feel any better I -do- scrap and I -may- be taking up some kickboxing lessons." He patted his pockets and made a tisk sound.
"Damn... costume stole my cigs."
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 8:06 pm
"Because it hurts," she replied with a flat tone, as if she knew that her logic would out-win his. She wasn't sure it did in that case, but in everything else so far, she was certain that she was the better of the two of them. With a hiss, she glanced down to her arm, where the wound began to reappear. It wasn't deep, but it was still bloody. If it had been deep, she would have been bitching a storm. There was no way Nemesis could deal with having to go to the hospital to get stitches - her parents would freak.
"Sure, I could use them," and really, if he wanted to show her what he really looked like, that was fine with her. She wouldn't return the favor. Nemesis remained strictly powered up. "No, it doesn't make me feel better, because I really didn't care much to begin with."
She also seemed remotely pleased that Vulpeculae's transformation had made him lose his cigarettes. A satisfied smirk crossed her pale face, as if she were saying 'good riddance'. "Right, the Negaverse won't kill you, but the cigarettes damned sure will."
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 8:24 pm
"Hey you know... Life is our nations number one killer... and well, if you don't -care- then...I guess you don't really have a reason to be so bristly...unless your on the rag but whatever, I think that's just an excuse half the time anyhow. Kinda like headaches..."
He tilted his head pondering.. "hmm... maybe I don't give a s**t either... "
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 8:38 pm
She was sure that this senshi talked too much. He was noisier than any other senshi she had met while patrolling. He was probably an instant youma attractant. She'd set him up at the end of an alleyway as bait, and just wait for the youma to be attracted by the sound of his voice. If he accidentally got hurt, who cared at this rate? Maybe it would shut him up... Ah, with a glance to him, she imagined it would only give him more reason to talk.
She vaguely wondered if he got off on pain. It was a possibility.
"That is the most stupid line I think I've ever heard. Are you going to give me those band aids already? My arm's bleeding." He had offered them, and so she expected them. "What cat gave you your powers? I kind of want to know, just so I can chew them out for finding a failure of a senshi." She was not impressed. She would have been if his healing attack had... been permanent. Nemesis inwardly acknowledged that it was still a little useful. She just wouldn't say it out loud.
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