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 Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 11:27 am
He knew he really wasn't suppose to be out this late but it was the weekend and he had things to do damn it. There was that sale at his favorite store and he'd had to get new shoes to go with the pants and then he'd seen that shirt in the new store's window and just had to go in. It wasn't his fault that he was out after dark, really. Things had been quiet lately anyway or at least he hadn't heard of any epic terrorist battles happening in the middle of the street where everyone was out shopping. Those sorts of things happened in alleys and dark corners and out in the park and in bad parts of town.
Right. So being out wasn't a bad thing at all. He was just taking his last bag home and getting some coffee or something. Perfectly normal way to spend a weekend.
At least that's what he'd been thinking an hour ago. Now he was thinking that maybe listening to people who say go home before dark was possiblyy a good idea in some cases. The giant slavering tentacle and clawed thing staring at him from down the street made a pretty good case for that fact on it's own. He on the other hand was figuring out what a deer felt like when it was staring down a semitruck.
It wasn't helping any.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 8:21 pm
Night time was generally when Chaonis came to life. He wasn't much a fan of the day time. It was boring, routine, and filled with things he didn't care about that much. Wasting his time, vandalizing or stealing things just to have some fun, picking on people. Run of the mill stuff.
Night time?
Night was when things came alive for him. He could power up, get out of his house, and go get some real work done. Or have some real fun, as was often the case. He did not patrol because he felt obligated to keep people safe, or to protect an area from any bad guys. No, he patrolled for the thrill of it, to punch some bad guys that deserved it and bask in the fear and wonder that often came over the helpless civilians in the area's faces whenever they saw him.
They looked up to him, fearfully or thankfully, without even knowing him. They didn't expect anything out of him, and he never let them down, because it was impossible to do so. Whatever he did, it was his choice and nothing else mattered.
Though at first it had been a drag, Chaonis was finding a grove to this Senshi thing. His own way. And he was starting to dig it.
When he stumbled on the trouble that night he was jazzed for it, leaping off the nearest roof and landing so close to the intended youma snack that he might have stomped on his foot. That was the guy's fault, for standing there like a lump, clearly.
"It's not art, dude," Chaonis said, giving him a push to make sure he wasn't under some kind of spell. "Don't just stare at it!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 12:12 pm
He snapped out of the little spell when something, or more to the point some-one- landed on the street next to him. "I'm not staring at ... okay i was but it's not like there's anything else to stare at." He looked at the guy who was now next to him. "And you're not even hot, what happened to knights in shining armor."
His rant probably would have continued but the creature, now figuring it had two snacks, choose that moment to growl at the two in the street. "Right ..."
Ducking back he stepped behind the newely appeared, and horribly clothed, man. "You deal with that. You look like one of those .. whoever they are's. Means you can fight it. Poor innocent normal person here would like to not die tonight, thanks."
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 8:49 pm
Chaonis was about to counter with a very cutting, snarky remark, or so he was sure it would have been if it had managed to tumble out of his mouth, but the comment about him not being hot caught him off guard. He stared at the civilian like he had just confessed to being a horse in a people costume.
"Now is not the time to be showing off your complete lack of taste, sir," he managed to get out before the youma growled at them. He glared at it.
"Yeah, I'm one of those whatever they are. You try not to s**t yourself, and I'll keep you from getting eaten. It'll be win win for both of us that way," he eyed the youma as he spoke, not looking back at the civilian hiding behind him. As long as he wasn't one of those clingy sort, things would be fine.
"Alright, ugly," he said. "Let's see what you can do."
He wasn't going to call his attack just yet, wanting to rely on his fists and not draining his energy if he could avoid it. He charged forward abruptly, taking the clawed and tentacled thing head on. His strategy was mostly 'punch first, don't ask questions ever'. It worked for him, or at least mostly, and he thought about things only when he had to.
Of course, this approach didn't leave much space between the fight and the civilian, and if he was sent flying backwards or if the youma had some kind of surprise long range attack, they would be in trouble.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 6:29 am
Complete lack of taste his a**. He has prefect taste. Okay, maybe the guy was sorta hot in the right light but his attitude ruined the whole effect.
"How about you just keep me from getting eaten either way...." He took a few steps back as the man and the creature clashed. This sort of thing wasn't suppose to be happening to him. Sure everyone knew it happened but it always happened to someone else or the friend of someone else. You weren't suppose to be able to go home and tell everyone that some weirdo in a tacky outfit saved you from a monster. That just wasn't how the world worked.
Except he -was- being saved from a monster by a guy in tacky clothes and it wasn't like he was going to -not- tell people. How could you keep a story like that to yourself? You couldn't that was how.
"Hell i just wanted to go shopping. ... why me."
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 11:39 am
Chaonis was always game for a fight, and the strange looking youma seemed to be up for it as well. It was more physical than he had seen lately of youma. It was a strange thought, and he hated the very idea that he was actually learning.
Still, the one he was fighting now was very keen on just fighting for the sake of it. It didn't pause to consider him, didn't lose focus and try to go the civilian or try to escape when Chaonis advanced on it.
Maybe it had some dumb monster confidence. Could they feel things like that?
He was sent skidding backwards after a particularly hard blow from the youma, stumbling and ultimately falling onto his backside and bumping his back against the civilian's legs. He looked up, in time to catch his words.
"Don't you watch the news? These things like shoppers the most. Anyone who feels the need to waste money on s**t they don't need really get the fur up on these monsters." He was just talking for the sake of it at that point, it seemed, popping his knuckles one at a time, eyes still glued on the youma as he got to his feet.
It charged at them, now seeing two targets instead of one again. Its focus seemed to split since neither of its opponents were on the attack, so now it could handle both of them. Its tentacles lashed out, one for Lysander, one for Chaonis.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 2:56 pm
"It's not useless stuff. I need it!" He tried to kick the other guy in the back but since the other was pretty much laying on his foot it didn't work all that well. "Clothes are never a 'dont really need'. They're a nes .... "
His words were cut off as one of the tentacles wrapped around his arm. Screaming a curse he tried to yank his arm free, clawing at the tentacle with his other hand. "Letgoletgoletgo... get it off me!"
The 'terrorist' was suppose to be helping him right? The ones with the really stupid outfits seemed like they were usually beating up on the ugly monsters. He shouldn't have let the monster get a hold of him. "Oh god it's getting slime on my shirt ..."
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 9:50 am
Chaonis scrambled to get away from the lashing tentacle, but it wrapped around his legs and made him topple over once again. If he feel down one more time... no. He was already pissed. He was not going to let the damn youma get the better of him.
He had let that happen once. He was still angry about it.
"Slime is going to be the least of your problems, Miss Priss!" Chaonis yelled angrily as he struggled. He grabbed the youma's arm and yelled. "Warning! Earthquake Zone!"
His magic granted him a boost of power and speed, which he was going to use to its fullest. Usually he focused his energy into his attacks, punching and kicking all the way, but now he needed to figure out a way free of the tentacle that had him trapped. Releasing it with his hands, he reached back and instead grabbed hold of a nearby light pole.
"Hold on to something!" He called to the civilian, knowing full well that the other captive had nothing to hold on to but the youma holding him. Oh well, it was still fair warning. With a mighty jerk of his lower body, Chaonis managed to pull the youma by its tentacle, off its feet. Metaphorically, as the Senshi of Danger wasn't sure it had any. It went flying into a nearby building, releasing Chaonis and maybe Lysander, though the senshi had to run over to check and be sure.
Whoops.
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 7:48 am
"It's a pretty damn big one considering this thing is covered in it!" He snapped. It counted in the grand scheme of things. Since the monster was slimy then the slime was certainly his problem right now. Even moreso since the creature seemed to have no interest in letting him go and the other guy wasn't helping in the least.
Hearing the warning he aimed a glare at the stranger. "Hold onto what exactaly? Mr. Tentacles here?"
That had to have been the stupidest thing ever. Or at least it was in his mind for the next few seconds. As Chaonis tossed the monster, however he'd done that, it -didn't- exactly let him go in a timely fashion and he was tossed across the street.
Okay, THAT had been the stupidest thing ever. Wincing he tried to prop himself up on his arms and regretted it as the road rash made itself know. Damn it he was going to have to wear long sleeves for a while.
"Ok. Can we try to kill it without killing me in the process? Please?"
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 9:25 am
Not a fan of the slime the youma was leaving all over the place, Chaonis tried to dust himself off, but it just transfered from his armor to his hands, then back to his armor. Disgusting. He couldn't wait to power down and be rid of it, but letting that show on his face now, after whining at the civilian about being concerned for his clothes, would not do his ego any good.
He rolled his shoulders, cracking his knuckles (the slime sticking between his fingers now) before walking toward the fallen youma.
"Oh, hey! You're alive. That's good. I mean. I knew you would be, don't worry about it. Got it all planned. I know what I'm doing." He grinned and flashed a thumbs up, though it was clear he was making things up as he went along. What was the civilian going to do? Cry at him about it? Call him on it? At least Chaonis could fight it at all, even if he was fairly graceless about it.
The youma was trying to get up, and Chaonis pounced on it, all fists and feet, punching and kicking. That was the only way he knew how to fight, and even his magic lent itself to that. So he took to the usual road when he didn't have anyone with different magic to help him out. Beating the youma to dust.
Sometimes it worked better than other times.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 7:52 am
Wincing again he sat up and looked at his arms. Both of them were scraped to hell and back and hurt every time he moved. Hopefully he had enough peroxide at home to get all the dirt and god knows what else off them. "If this leaves a scar ..." He muttered to himself before looking up.
The 'terrorist' -so- didn't have any idea what he was doing from the looks of it. At least nothing proper. Punching something in the face until it died didn't seem like a plan to him, just a way to vent frustration. It was like having a punching bag that punched back.
"I hope all of you dont go around letting those creatures beat up on normal people on a regular basis." He poked at his arm again before sighing. This sucked
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