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 Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 7:14 pm
Nemesis had her game face on. She was back in business, and she was going to clean the streets tonight. By some miracle she had wiggled out from under her family's 'oppression' to go patrolling. The teenager had slipped out through her window as soon as her parent's room lights went out. Damon might still be awake, but if he asked her where she had disappeared to during the night... she'd just say she went out drinking and smoking. It was so ridiculous that her brother would be taken aback, and drop the issue.
So, the night was her's, and by god she was going to kick some youma a**. If she was even luckier, she'd find a Negaverser to beat into the ground (her cockiness knew no boundaries). It was time to get down to business, and while on the outside it may seem like Nemesis was really just doing this for fun, she had legitimate reasons to defend against the evils of the world.
Nemesis, deep down, had people she cared about, had people she loved. Said people included her family (despite how much she ranted about them), her friends, and even the members of the Dream Team had wriggled into her heart. Pegasus was frustrating as hell, and MuCephei made her want to literally face palm, but they weren't bad. They were all growing and learning, and Nemesis liked to consider them to be the toughest senshi around. That alone should speak for how much she liked her team, since she certainly wasn't going to parade this information around.
She was casually patrolling through the alleyways, having not picked up anything yet... but she expected something would crop. When she gave up all hope of any entertainment, something usually DID happen to keep her busy for the rest of the evening.
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 10:39 pm
It was just a b***h really. A low level youma. No trouble he thought. A quick fix. As another slash to his side sent a painful hiss out from his teeth, Castor realized that power was a great asset, but it didn't always mean a win. The rat youma was faster then his hail or his punch, which in the end, left Castor to be a sitting duck. "********!" Another attempt at hitting the youma, and it missed.
Then the rat laughed. Or something. All in all it looked like it was mocking him. "******** youma!" Pain in his arm. The youma was behind him. Speed was very much NOT Castor's forte.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 7:36 am
It was just her night. Really, she was serious. The gods had shined favor upon her and given her the sight of Castor getting the s**t beaten out of him by a mutated rat. The female senshi had turned down the corner of a street, just in time to see the rat lash out at Castor. It was beautiful, really, how the world seemed to realize that the objects of her hate needed a little a**-kissing. If she were any less the person that she was, she would have taken a seat at the edge of the sidewalk and watch Castor get the s**t pummeled out of him.
But hey, in the end, she was nice. She'd help. "Hey Castor, tired of getting your a** kicked yet?" Of course, he would have to ask for her help first. If he was lucky, he wouldn't even have to beg for it (it depended on how badly the rat was beating him).
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 12:26 pm
As another hit came to his backside, there was a voice Castor recognized. One he feared and avoided on a general level. The rule had pretty much been written that he was to avoid her at all costs. Avoid forever. Turning to face Nemesis, the youma got in another hit, this one to his face, a thin line of red running across his cheek. "Yes." He swung out, guessing where the youma might strike. But once more it just jumped out of the way.
"You know, I could use some help here." Ow. Ow. Youma slash to his legs. Why did they all feel like paper cuts? Thin, stinging paper cuts? Peroxide was going to be a b***h later. "Like, right now." The youma was making some sort of high pitched giggling sound, taking obvious pride in teasing its intended prey.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 5:50 pm
She stretched her arms up over her head, a grin curling at the edges of her lips. Nemesis was the perfect picture of calm, hell, even lazy. It was as if she felt like she had no obligation to help him, and unless he pleaded his case, she would not come to his aid. "No need to demand it from me, I'll help you when you really need it. Unless, of course, you can convince me otherwise." She arched a brow, head tilted subtly in his direction. Sailor Nemesis was asking him to beg for her help, and it was up to him if he was too prideful of a creature to beg or not.
If he didn't really want help, Nemesis was content to walk away in the other direction. "Your friend sure looks to be getting the better of you, though, so if you really want some help right now, convince me." She took a seat on the sidewalk, crossing one leg over on top of the other. The Senshi of Decay was quite happy right now, happier than she had been in weeks, actually!
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