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 Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 2:16 am
Euterpe was rocking out on his headphones, the speakers attached to the iphone sitting a small distance away from the dancing male on the grass. It was an empty area, away from the main highlights of Destiny City. If you were practicing, this was the place to be. Nobody to bother you or to throw off your timing-- a place where one could go all out without feeling any eyes holding him back.
Not that Euterpe was like that. Well, maybe he was. A little. He didn't need eyes on him all the time.
It was an odd sight to see a male in white dancing to the beat, his scarf and belt put to the side, leaving his combat-handy clothes free from hindrance. He was in the middle of practicing a quadruple flip, his foot landing upon a slippery patch of mud and soon falling backwards, head hitting the ground harshly.
"Ouch."
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 7:12 am
((I'm assuming there are no other Zink's XD Soooo...))
"..." He stared, watching with some irritation at the crack brained antics that 'Scheelite', or since he was out of uniform should he call him Dem? No...didn't quite look like Dem even in that -ridiculous- get up, so Scheelite.
"What the HELL...are you wearing." He finally snapped stalking forward from where he'd hidden himself to watch. He was just as irritated that he hadn't been told any of whatever ridiculous plan had dressed his...
Friend, Compatriot, Co-worker...boyfriend.... room mate. Pick a word... depending on the day, or occasionally the hour they all fit.
He was, though he'd not admit it impressed by the backflip. He was fairly certain that his own landing from such an acrobatic maneuver would have been FAR worse, but that was why he didn't do them if he could absolutely avoid it.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 3:43 pm
Euterpe was startled inwardly by the approaching voice of anger, turning around sharply to face a.. ninja? (HOGOD IT WAS A NINJA.) A very angry one too. Euterpe looked at his own attire, forgetting he was in his senshi uniform. Shoot-- Was he not supposed to be in this outfit? Did this ninja regard him as another one of those "terrorists?" Euterpe patted his own outfit awkwardly, shooting a sheepish smile at the black clothed male.
Euterpe was still grinning stupidly, silently and mentally fist-pumping himself in his head over the revelation of meeting an honest-to-goodness ninja and talking to him. Having never met an infamous member of the negaverse before, Euterpe had no idea to identify the other as such.
"It's pretty radical, isn't it? I've even got this scarf and a really cool play button belt, bro." He rearranged the items back onto his outfit, displaying the outfit full of awesome to Zink. Perhaps, the ninja would be persuaded by threads of win?
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 4:01 pm
Oh yes, it was defiantly 'Shee's' type of outfit, scarf to belt buckle it was SO him...even the -blue- was him. He couldn't help but frown for just a second because his eyes somehow didn't look -quite- the right shade of acidic green, but that was probably just the lighting.
"What...are you supposed to be." He demanded dryly, though he suspected he already knew. "Sesnhi of...what Music? Rock? Rhythm? Rhyme?" He listed off the possibilities more as a tease than anything else, though he did rather wonder if that was an -actual- walkman being used for a belt.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 3:36 am
"Music of course, silly." Euterpe gave the ninja a thumbs up, winking at him. He put his hand on hip, growing more comfortable by the second, looking over the man who addressed him so casually.
"What are you doing here? Although a reclusive place like this would be somewhere you hang around in." Luke remarked, noting that the reclusive and isolated area was a perfect location for a ninja to practice their training skills. He hoped that the ninja wouldn't fail to impress-- after all, secrecy was the ninja's code.
He took it as a given that the other knew him as a senshi-- either that or the topic was overlooked and it didn't need to be brought up needlessly. But neither did Euterpe question the status of the man before him-- in Euterpe's eyes, he was a rare ninja, extinct in japan now, come to life through time travel and alien technology.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 8:41 pm
"Music...yes, that figures..." He sighed and shook his head and rolled his eyes slightly. "Well... well put together I suppose." He conceded and looked it over again. The comment about reclusive places being somewhere he'd hang out did make him arch an eyebrow... Dem knew he liked his solitude true, there was just something odd about the way he put it. Maybe he was on a sugar high... or something.
"I was looking for you actually..." He said with a small frown... he couldn't shake the feeling he was missing something and started to move in closer.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 1:42 am
Well put together? Was this ninja talking about Euterpe's outfit or dance moves? Oh wait--- he must have been talking about Euterpe's excellent deductive skills and logic that decided ninjas were reclusive creatures. (Euterpe had taken that for common knowledge but this ninja wasn't accustomed to the modern ways of life. Expected, from a time traveler! Lucky for him, he had Euterpe!)
"Looking for me? For what?" Euterpe asked, without moving, as the other moved in closer. Was he.. investigating Euterpe to see if he was ninja material..? Or an enemy..? But Luke would never be an enemy of a ninja! Euterpe's hands fell to his side, giving Zink an easy smile, humming softly to himself as his eyes followed Zink's movements. Was there something interesting about him?
He hoped so.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 2:30 pm
"Yes -you- who else would I..." He started to reply and then stopped short and frowned drawing back a step and crouching defensive.
"You....are not, Scheelite." He said narrowing his eyes. No... it was very much not scheelite, and it felt like a Senshi when he grew closer. How had he mistaken the two of them good lord.
He should have known there weren't enough glow-sticks for it to have been Scheelite.
"Who are you." He demanded.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 12:24 am
His reaction wasn't right-- something was giving off bells. Every fiber of his being was uneasy, even as the civilian in Euterpe tried to resist, something unsettled Euterpe the whole time. Luke was easy-going-- never had he felt the feeling of such unease. There had only been one time where he felt like so and it wasn't a time he cared to reminisce on. He had been ignoring it, the feeling edging slowly into him and hit deepest when the ninja stepped back.
"... ..!"
it sliced through him like a gunshot when the other stepped closest and then stepped sharply back, forcing Euterpe to jerk backwards as he registered the surge of negative energy. ... Euterpe didn't think ninjas gave this sort of feeling. No, they were supposed to bring happiness and everything good in life.
Luke leaped back, gaining a considerable distance between himself and the other male, green eyes now eying him with a cautious glint but a smile still spread across his expression. "Exactly as I said-- Euterpe, senshi of music. Who are you? It's a crime to masquerade as a ninja you know-- you almost broke my heart. I'm devastated." Euterpe stated in a heart-wrenched tone, although his cheerful expression indicated elsewise.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 5:45 am
"I can tell..." the 'ninja' answered with dripping sarcasm. "Ah...nice, a name to go with your ridiculous theme. What will you do then, go a little "Scott Pilgrim Vs the World" now?
Honestly he hadn't seen the movie yet, OR read the books so it was probably an utter failure of a taunt.
"You, shouldn't go around looking like people 'ninja's' know music man. Keep smiling, we'll take a picture for your coffin, I promise I'll make it fast."
He palmed a smoke pellet and loaded it into his sling shot in one smooth motion before launching it towards Euterpe.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 10:19 pm
"That insult didn't make sense--Considering your intellect, I suppose you're not a ninja after all. They're supposed to be a lot smarter than to use references they don't know." Euterpe shrugged his shoulders, his posture deceptively disappointed, closing his eyes briefly as if to add a dramatic effect of exasperation.
But as soon as he saw Zink's hands moving, his feet leaped back in action. Euterpe was new to the senshi job but he certainly wasn't new to fighting. Unfortunately, Euterpe didn't leap back far enough, the smoke bomb exploding near his feet, cutting off vision.
It wasn't time for panicking, Euterpe's white figure remained still. Well, Euterpe's attack could cut off one of the five senses too.
"Dissonant Resonance!"
His musical attack shot out to the spot that Zink had been mere seconds ago, a magical piano forming at his fingers, his fingers running smoothly and fluidly over the keyboard with ease although his guard never lowered. .. But with vision cut off, it was pretty difficult. Euterpe had never been hit with a smoke bomb, even in street fights.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 8:24 am
Zink had no idea how far the effects of the attack might last, looking at it was strange enough that was for certain. A musical staff that was growing increasingly cluttered with notes. He moved in a wide ring away from the point of impact as quick and quiet as he could. There was no point in bickering about pop culture that he didn't -care- about. He cared more about the star seed in the other's chest right now.
As much as he found reaching for them distasteful, the thought of it brought all too clearly the memory of holding the Star seed of the Senshi of Table's in his hand.
He palmed another smoke pellet and launched it to make sure that the fog, nasty smelling and fowl tasting such as it was, didn't dissipate too quickly.
Where -was- Scheelite when you wanted him most... physical assaults were not his forte.
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 12:19 am
Judging from the lack of sound or reaction, his attack hadn't hit. Well, the negaverse agent didn't really expect him to stay still, did he? Euterpe leaped back, taking several leaps until he was out of the smoke range. One weakness to smoke bombs was that they only had a certain field of range, going out of it rendered them useless. (Mostly.)
However, Euterpe was still suffering the aftereffects of the smoke bomb, on the side, coughing endlessly, on all fours on the ground, one hand lifting to clutch his chest. He had escaped for now but rolled to the side in an attempt to breathe. His vision and sense of smell was severely disoriented for the moment, it hurt to simply open his eyes.
However, combat had no breaktimes. Euterpe knew that as well as any other seasoned fighter, struggling to stand.
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 9:20 am
It was fortunate for the Coughing Senshi, that Zinkenite did not specialize in direct physical assaults, mind you he had been working on it, if somewhat reluctantly.
But he did not 'rush in where angels feared to tread', he circled like a predatory cat (albeit a small one). He meant to try and get behind the senshi when he spotted him again. Better than than trying something like a 'foolish' frontal attack. Much to much punching and kicking involved in that kind of thing.
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 10:53 pm
Unfortunately for Zink, vision may have hindered him, but it was an easy enough obstacle provided one had enough fighting experience. Euterpe decided screw sight, going off his other instincts instead. He still had five out of six senses--- or was it six out of seven? Euterpe couldn't remember.
A twig sounded under Zink's foot-- the instance Euterpe heard that, he darted towards the sound, fist raised, aiming a high punch, likely aimed towards the face. Even as he dashed forward, his vision was slowly clearing bit by bit, making out a dark object against the lamp-lit scenery. He had no doubt in his mind that it was the imposter ninja-- Imposter.
It really had broken his heart. A lot less than he portrayed but a lot more than one would think. He had shamed the way of the ninja by making a shameful scott pilgrim joke-- This crime could not be forgiven. This negaverse agent commited a grave sin indeed-- a sin to pop culture.
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