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 Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 6:42 pm
Sailor Neso was running.
He was running fast.
Two hound-like youma pursued him, each one bounding over the other, their jaws snapping in unison at his heels. The senshi of summer had not been prepared for what was waiting around the corner on his way back from Serenade's dorm room. He henshined up in the hopes of making it back to his apartment a little faster. And his reward? A very unwelcome game of fetch where his starseed was the stick.
"Nice doggies!" he shouted, leaping over a bench.
Destiny City was quiet that night. It had been for awhile. Everyone was afraid -- and with good reason. But perhaps no one was more afraid than the 6'5" glowing senshi of summer who was currently running for his life from not one but two youma.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 6:56 pm
Vulpeculae was sitting with his feet dangling over the edge of one of the one story shops in the area, he was enjoying the view and the quiet of the night, after all So far being a Senshi wasn't too exciting, he'd only been clawed once and that wasn't so bad. Watching out for his little sister though, now THAT was kind of more exciting given that she was 'senshi' of 'fireworks'... he'd warned her a few times not to put an eye out, even as he practiced unsafe behavior around her fireworks.
"OYE" He said turning towards her only to lean away from a bottle rocket she'd just set off.
"Oye..." He repeated and then pulled his cigarette out of his mouth..."I think I hear something... " He jerked a thumb towards where he thought he'd just heard something about 'nice doggy'... "Wana check it out?"
Hmmm he was almost out of cigarette, he patted himself down and sighed before reaching down to the roof gravel to grab a new one from the pack. He always forgot this stupid uniform lacked pockets. He lit the newest with the glowing cherry of the old and flicked the stub into the street below as he waited for an answer.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 7:09 pm
"Sor-ryyyyy," Cebalrai replied, clicking her brother's lighter off and picking up the bottle. It wasn't her fault that the bottle rocket decided to go that way! Well, okay, so maybe she did point it in a certain direction, but at least she didn't hit him! Yet. What would happen if she did? She peered at her brother through her shades. Yeeep, he was still bigger than her. Better not risk it.
As her brother mentioned hearing something, she stood up and stretched. "Why not? That was my last rocket. We might as well!" She made to toss Vulpeculae's lighter back to him before thinking better of it, shoving it into her boot instead. There! That'll do for now, at least until she stepped on it.
Sailor Cebalrai hopped to the edge, looking down before nudging her brother and pointing. "There! I think I see something. Let's go!" Without further ado, the young senshi made her way down the building, heading towards the commotion.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 7:17 pm
The pop and sizzle of a bottle rocket from somewhere in the distance made Neso jump, trip, and roll. He was a tangle of legs and arms. The hounds grew closer and closer and -- tap. The senshi of summer rolled to a stop right at the feet of a very colorful girl with a bright swash of hair.
"Oh, hi," he said, breathless.
Then one of the youma grabbed his foot in its mouth and began to pull. Neso lashed out two hands, gripped the girl's ankle, and said, "Help!" in a distinctly un-manly voice. The other hound let out a grumbling roar, eyes narrowed at Cebalrai.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 7:23 pm
In casual lanky strides Sailor Vulpecule was shorly behind his sister, though he at least quickened his steps at the less than manly plee for help.
"Ugly blighters...You wana hit them with some 'works' or you gona make me waste a cig on em?" He asked glancing down at her as he fished something out of his own boot. Her -cherry bomb- the one that had gone MIA.
He hummed a light air before lighting it on his cigarette and jogging forward a step to manually try and tuck it into the nostril of one of the yoma.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 7:38 pm
Cebalrai stared as the Senshi of Summer stopped at her feet, jaw dropping open in surprise. "Wha- HEY!" She squeaked, flailing as he grabbed ahold of her ankle and began pulling. "Wh- oh crapcrapCRAP! Don't look at me!" The sailor senshi whined to the unoccupied youma-hound, looking frantically around for her bro- THERE HE WAS! Okay!
The girl tried to focus her attention on the youma looking at her, aiming for its paws. "Bottle-Cap Snap Step!" Man she loved her power! Burst of white light errupted with a SIZZLE BANG POP under the youma's paws, prompting it to yelp and jump back in surprise. It skittered back, growling and glaring at the senshi.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 7:51 pm
The youma released Neso and he staggered to his feet, immediately ducking behind the girl and her brother. "Wow, thanks," he said, panting. "Not such nice dogs, am I right?" And then he laughed. Because Neso was king of not taking it seriously.
The second hound had no loyalty to its kin. It leapt over the attacked creature to make a lunge for the group. In a rare moment of clarity, Sailor Neso picked up a discarded metal basket and rammed it down on the creature's mouth before it could take a bite out of him. It struggled and whined, snapping its jaws within the basket.
Without meaning to, Neso had muzzled the second youma -- and it was none too pleased. It snarled, bucked, and pinned him to the ground. Great globs of spit seeped through the metal patchwork of the basket, smearing his face in grime.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 7:59 pm
The cherry bomb went off in the nose of one of them... a sharp retort that ended with burning flesh and monstrous sounds of pain.
"...Y'know I should really start carrying something like a tazer...or something else kinda fun." Vulpe said around his cigarette as he looked for something to start smacking it with as well.
"Temporary....restoration really does about jack for these things. He said and grabbed a trash can lid that he could use as a 'shield' and smite noses with it.
"Maybe one of those...bunsen lighters, but they take too much of the cig with them." He mused "Was'yer name eh?" He asked the 'tall tanned drink of water' that they were in the process of ...well maybe saving wasn't the right word for it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 8:13 pm
"EEEK!" Went the Senshi of Fireworks as the second one lunged, flinching and covering her eyes with her hands. This was it! It was over! It -- it wasn't happening? She peeked around her fingers to see the dog-youma growling and pawing at the bucket, prompting her to sigh with relief. "Oh man, that was -- AHHH!" She yelped as the youma pinned Neso, before bringing up her heeled boot and kicking it. "Get off him! Off! OFF! Bro, help me out here!"
The other youma didn't seem too pleased to have a fire cracker lit up in his nose. Nor would Cebalrai be pleased, once she learned that it was one of her cherry bombs that caused it. Thankfully, both were occupied: the youma with pawing at its nose, and Cebalrai with ineffectively kicking at the muzzled youma.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 9:12 pm
The male senshi with the bright fuku was utterly cavalier in the face of Neso's frantic stumbling. Neso was usually a calm breeze, but in battle, he flailed, waffled, and otherwise cried out for help. Sometimes weak things came in strong packages. Neso was the posterchild for it. He sometimes forgot of his own attack and the damage it could do. Even now, laying on his back with a beard of youma drool coating his face, Neso did not think to use his fist, not even after all the lessons Virgo had given him.
It was a good thing these two had come along.
As he was pinned under the dog youma, he heard the boy of the pair ask for his name. "Neso!" he spat out, turning his head to the side and earning an ear full of slobber for the effort. "There is youma drool in my ear," he said. And then laughed. Was this funny? Not really. But Neso laughed when he wanted to scream. It was just in his nature.
The girl was there then, kicking at the thing. Her kicks were well-placed enough to call the youma off of Neso... and direct it right to her. It growled, saliva lolling out of its gaping maw through the metal wire of the bucket and began to charge the brightly colored senshi. Neso, for his part, merely stood up and wiped a bucket's worth of saliva off of his face. It slapped the ground with a wet kiss.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 8:35 am
"Neso huh?" replied the young man, just over 6 feet, not near as tall as Neso, which was quite impressive to the young man in white.
"Just call me Vulpe, the full of it's ridiculous!" He assured, his cigarette bobbing in a small dance at the corner out his mouth and dropping a waterfall of ash as he brought the trash can lid down on the snout of the same one he'd helped 'clear the sinuses' of. "Crisake girl if you hadn't used yer damn rockets on the roof you could shoved one up its arse."
'Vulpe' told celebai.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 6:53 am
Well, at least she was doing something correct! Her kicks did do its job (that was, get it off of Neso), but it had the side effect of getting the youma onto her. She turned and ran towards the nearest building, the youma hot on her heels. To Vulpeculae, she replied with a high-pitched "SHUT UP!" before jumping and kicking off the building, pulling a flip to land behind the youma.
Or, at least landing behind it was the goal. She landed on top of it instead, stumbling and falling to the ground. "Shiiiiit!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 1:00 pm
Untying the bright blue scarf from his waist, Neso quickly scrubbed his face free of as much slobber as he could in a few seconds. "Oh hi, Vulpe," he said, hooking a quick salute. "Thanks for stopping with... the girl who looks a lot like you -- hey, are you guys a duo?" This was not exactly the time for conversation, something that Neso was astutely reminded of when the second youma let out a rumbling roar that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
Vulpe seemed to have this one in check. The girl, on the other hand, seemed to be in more dire straits. "I'm coming!" he shouted. The youma underneath the senshi of fireworks started to shake like it was drying off after a bath, and then whipped around on her. The senshi of summer hesitated and then grabbed a heavy stick from the ground. He ran to the nearest trash can and began to bang and bang and bang.
Neso waved his other hand above his head. "Hey, over here! Hi! Hi-hi!" There was a level of enthusiasm in his voice that suggested he was calling to a friend, not a starseed-eating beast. The hound youma turned away from Cebalrai, leveling its glowing red eyes on Neso. He stopped banging. "Hi," he said dumbly.
Then the youma began to charge him. Mission... accomplished? Neso hopped on top of the wire trashcan that was welded to the cement of the sidewalk and held on for dear life. The impact rattled his arms and sent him sky-high, a tangle of too-long arms and legs as he came spiraling back down. Neso also landed on top of the youma... and then he held on, hiding his face from its snapping jaws. Like it was a horse.
Except backwards, his legs dangling perilously close to its mouth and his face -- well, his face was nowhere good either.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 12:31 pm
"Ah...not to...put too delicate a point on it tall dark and golden...but, Do you ah...have one of those fancy attack things, or did you already use it...s**t...god damn it..." He'd managed to loose his cigarette in trying to ask the question and fight.
Why was it the important things in life always suffered, damned cigarettes were expensive.
"Cause ah...I can patch you back together but its really a temp thing... unless your into that." He waggled his eyebrows.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 2:33 am
Ow, ow, oh-s**t! The girl lashed out with her heeled boot at the youma, her kick unsuccessful as it turned to glower at the summer senshi. Whew! That was a re-NO WAIT NO IT WASN'T. The girl panicked and climbed to her feet as the youma took off after Neso. Well! It wasn't on her but... She raised her hands and stopped, lowering them again. Something inside her told her that she couldn't muster another another smattering of sparks, and right now wasn't exactly a good time to do it either.
“You're awfully calm about this!” She shrieked at Vulpeculae. The only times she transformed into her senshi-side was when she was with her bro – this was the first time she herself had encountered a youma. She couldn't understand either of their reactions to it: it was a monster! Red eyes usually didn't mean that it would run up and hug you, either!
Okay. Breathe. Ohmanwhatwasshesupposedtodo?! Cebalrai dived down and grabbed a rock and threw it at the youma before turning, trying to find something else to throw. Maybe a boot? No, she needed to walk around in those. Um. Trash? She really didn't want to reach in there!
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