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 Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 3:33 pm
Sailor Nemesis' wounds from the last battle barely had any time to heal, but that wasn't going to stop her from patrolling this night. She had to get back onto the field, or she'd waste away in bed trying to figure out the right from the wrong. If she didn't go out now, would she ever go out again? Would she do everything within her power to stop a Negaverser from destroying more lives? She was scared of stopping, because if she even paused to think about her actions and the consequences of them, it could be enough to ensure that she never started again. Nemesis was going to trudge through this pile of s**t she had fallen into. She was going to fight, so that perhaps for a few seconds the image of her latest victim would be wiped cleanly from her mind.
Her inner turmoil was hidden away behind a pale mask of discontent. So what if she had killed a Negaverser? He likely deserved, he had likely taken more lives than she ever would in the time he was a member of the Negaverse. Nemesis was a heroine in that sense, killing one life to save many. His next victim could have been Damon, hell, it could have been Khaldun (or Khetal, whatever he chose his name to be). Nemesis wasn't going to sit back and just let danger wander into their paths. She'd do everything possible to circumvent it.
But, why? Why was she justifying her own actions to herself?
The question itself made her pause, stomach churning with unease. ******** it all, she was going to patrol tonight, she was going to kill a youma or put a Negaverser down. This was the only way she was going to conquer her hesitation, this was the only way to answer all of her questions. It was at that moment she felt a strong energy towards the center of Destiny City. It was unmistakably a Negaverse General, and right up Nemesis' alley of opponents. A General was far more likely to have caused other, numerous, lives distress. A lieutenant was easy to find, but most were smart enough to run at the sight of a strong senshi. A General would stand their ground. A General would fight her, and lose to her.
If his energy didn't give him away, his outfit would surely be enough to make him stand out and catch her interest. Still, he blended in with the people around him far more than Nemesis ever could. Humans didn't suspect a thing from someone who a Negaverse agent, the senshi however had a far more blackened image. Running around the middle of town with a skirt and tiara was not a good idea, and surely this General would know she was nearby sooner rather than later.
So, she took her chances. The moment he turned down an alley that connected the main street to one of the more popular clubs in town, she moved in. "Stop, or in the name of Nemesis, I will break you apart, bit by bit!"
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 4:36 pm
Scheelite wasn't looking for trouble, in fact he rarely ever did these days! Trouble just had a knack for finding him, which sadly he hadn't quite managed to learn yet. All he wanted to do tonight was get out a bit, maybe gather some energy...and of course take in the amazing scenery downtown. Down here with the neon signs Scheelite really blended in, which was something he both counted on and enjoyed. If he had it his way he'd probably hang out here all night, eventually ending up on a rooftop just to gaze quietly out on the city and really enjoy it.
Unfortuantely being a Negaverse General didn't leave one with a lot of quiet time. If his energy signature didn't stick out like a sore thumb, his outfit sure did. Here he was just minding his own business down this alley (wow his outfit really lit up the walls neat! The novelty of that would never wear off), when the voice rang out. Hell, it even commanded him. The nerve!
Still, he'd try to be friendly!
"Don't need breaking apart, unless you wanna help me crack some glowsticks or something? Name's General Scheel---"
Here he had turned, resting his gaze and his grin on the Senshi for just a moment. It broke midway though, as something tugged at his memory. Just what was it though?
"...Do I know you or something?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 5:26 pm
Nemesis was not aware of the Negaverse's new strategy of promoting idiots. Perhaps they thought that having a few stupid Generals would throw the senshi for a loop? Either way, Nemesis was not impressed when the General failed to register her as an actual threat. In fact, it was almost insulting that he was talking to her as if she were just another human. Nemesis was not going to allow herself to be downplayed like this, and so when she responded, she wasn't nearly as nice as he was.
"If you knew me, you'd be dead already." He could very well be dead in a little while if he didn't take the initiative to fight or run. Nemesis was still hinging on the hope that since he was a General, he wouldn't back away. He was the perfect opponent, a person who had to have commit some large amount of evil. "And if you haven't heard of me, then it really sucks to be you right now." She hadn't caught him in the midst of an assault on anyone, but who was to say that he wasn't on his way into a club to suck everyone's energy out of them?
Apparently the time for talk was over, because Nemesis sure as hell wasn't going to give General... Scheel a chance to assault her first. She'd just beat him down enough so that her attack would be most effective (when he was unable to dodge it)... and victory would be her's. She knew how to fight, she'd spent years practicing. Still... she was a little bullheaded, and decided that he looked like enough of a wimp to be unable to defend against even the bluntest of attacks. Closing in on him, she aimed a closed fist to Scheelite's jaw.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 5:36 pm
"Well I am definitely not dead, but I can't shake this feeling I know you. Maybe I've seen you somewhere on patrol or something...or maybe I did just hear your name in passing. ...Damn I could swear I've seen you before though!"
Seriously, where did he know her from? The question was gnawing away at his brain and as Nemesis closed in he just continued to ponder it. Hell, a hand had even made it's way to his chin for some thoughtful tapping.
"Are you on---"
Here he disappeared, leaving empty air behind to take the force of Nemesis' punch.
"A team or something?"
He reappeared a few feet away, the rest of his question leaving his lips but the rest of his body taking on a much more alert posture. Er...alright! This wasn't a friendly Senshi like the last few he had run into...
Well <******** whoa -whoa- what's with all the punching? I'm just out here minding my own business admiring the scenery and you want to come punch me? Rude much?"
The General was looking a bit off-guard. Maybe even...frightened?
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 5:47 pm
Dear god, Nemesis liked to talk during fights, it gave her a small feeling of superiority. That, however, did not mean she enjoyed listening to him chat the air up in front of him. She didn't care if he knew her or not, she certainly couldn't recall ever meeting him. Again, if she had, she would have made sure that he had no issue with remembering her.
She would credit him with having enough intelligence to dodge her punch. It was a frustrating fact that the Negaversers could teleport all they ******** liked. Man, if Nemesis had that ability herself, she would ******** so much s**t up that no one would ever forget the name Nemesis. General Scheel certainly would be able to claim that he definitely knew her... that was if he lived, though. Nemesis was frustrated enough already that the possibility of him living seemed less and less likely. Needless to say, Nemesis had been experiencing a few really shitty days.
"I'm a member of the Blood Moon Court, you ******** idiot. Now stop teleporting away or I'm going to do more than just punch you." He should know about the BMC, and maybe that would scare him away or make him really angry. Either way, Nemesis was already lunging for her enemy aim, bringing herself close enough to try and punch him in the gut. Maybe that would get him to stop teleporting for a few seconds.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 6:07 pm
All joking was off when the words Blood Moon Court hit the air. Scheelite froze up, eyes growing wide at the mere mention of that horrible team. Of course! He must have caught a glimpse of her during the giant battle or something, maybe when the Black Phoenix was hauling him around? It didn't matter really, what mattered is that she was a part of them and that team had caused the Negaverse a lot of heartache and agony.
Others would likely rush forward with the insane need to rip every member of that team from limb to limb. Scheelite was not like 'others', instead he was rather the link weak in the chain of good warriors the Negaverse tended to raise. Instead of rushing forward, he seemed to inch back more.
Provide her with a fight? ...Eh.
He did at least summon his weapon! It wasn't for striking though, it was for shoving out in front of him as a shield so his poor poor gut didn't get a punch directly to it.
"Get away! I swear I'll kill you if you don't go away!"
Scheelite was trying to be intimidating, but it was coming out as a rather pathetic stutter.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 6:19 pm
That was not... convincing in the least. It was curious, even, that a Negaverse General was showing hesitation over his own threats. When Nemesis first killed, she hadn't felt any of that hesitation, only a driving need to get rid of the threat before they got rid of her. Only afterwards did she backpedal and think that perhaps she had done the wrong thing. Now was not the time to think about it, though, especially if she wanted to make General Scheel dead.
"Somehow I really doubt that," she replied, blue eyes looking for way to get around Scheel's makeshift shield. Really, a huge guitar? Was the Negaverse fresh out of ideas for weapons? Nemesis was surprised they didn't charge into battles with AK-47s. Somehow it felt wrong, they didn't quite need that sort of technology to deal with their differences, not when they had fists, magical powers, and magical weapons. They did well enough without the need for guns.
"I'll give you a hint, eh, a suggestion maybe. You have thirty seconds to live the moment I use my attack." She had to either aim high or low to get past the guitar, and so she tried to kick down one of Scheelite's kneecaps (she did not want to hear any shrill girly screams from kneeing him in the balls).
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 6:54 pm
A huge friggin awesome guitar in Schee's mind. But no matter how huge and awesome it was it really wasn't that great of a shield. It'd at least last him a little bit! But Nemesis didn't seem to be distracted one bit by it's shinyness.
Damn.
"You know, that's really not a lot of time! I have a lot of reasons to live, and I'd need more than thirty seconds just to tell you them! So how 'bout you back off and we just end this as a bad date and move on with life yeah? Sound good?"
Kneecaps were a horrible place to hit Scheelite. Well, they were perfect if you were trying to do damage, but he'd like everyone to believe they were just a mean damn place to hit him. Though they were at least better than being hit in the balls. The hit kneecap immediately buckled (they were already a weak point on the boy, he had a bit of a limp from a previous injury), taking the yelping General with it. With his balance lost he dropped the guitar in his surprise, leaving him wide open for a follow up attack.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 7:07 pm
"I doubt you'd let your victims list off the reasons they want to live. So, I'll pass up on your offer and get straight to the eliminating you part." The thin strip of patience she possessed was being pulled taut, threatening to break under the pressure that would be further known as General Scheel's Baby Act. Nemesis had believed that there was no way the Negaverse would recruit someone who couldn't stand up for themselves and was trying to weasel out of a dangerous situation. Instead of fighting for his life, he was trying to talk her out of taking it.
It wouldn't work.
He was down on the alleyway's pavement, and there was no way Nemesis could pass up this opportunity. "Nemesis Touch of Death." The words were spoken on a harsh wisp of breath, her hands lighting up in a way that General Scheel could appreciate if they didn't spell out his imminent demise. With hands encased in that soft blue light, all it took was for her to reach out and wrap her pale fingers around his neck. Her power would do the work for her, eat away at his flesh, rot it underneath the pressure of her magic. The stench of death from General Scheel's once-living tissue would fill the alley in a matter of seconds.
"There can be no forgiveness for your crimes." The memories of a life she had lead a thousand years ago surfaced temporarily. They were still a blur to her, but she knew that whatever she and her people had done to deserve their fate, and no matter how much she pleaded and begged for a second chance and an opportunity to redeem herself, none was given. The Moon Kingdom did not believe in second chances for Nemesis.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:01 pm
Scheelite was down on the pavement and yet he was still trying to make light of the situation. Battle just wasn't something he could process any more, and the silly comments here and there were the only thing keeping him from completely freezing up in crazy flashback mode. Primase's tattered face lingered just on the edge of memory...Nemesis' glowing hands brought him back from the bring though.
"DUDE, glowing hands! Nice! I once knew this guy that had glowing eyes but I don't see him around anymore....HEY, wait, what the he---stay away!"
The second she reached for his neck the General started to really panic. There was a thin scar there, linked back to that horrible night and therefore very sensitive.
Time slowed down, Scheelite's eyes growing wide and seemingly staring straight up at Nemesis as she went in for the kill. In reality he wasn't seeing her at all, but rather flashes back to that night that haunted him so. Primase's killer, the glass tornado, Ares and her troops waging war as the Phoenix flew overhead. If she took any time to look into her victim's eyes, the fear was clearly there. This wasn't a fair fight, hell it wasn't even a fight. While it may have been a General she had pinned to the ground, he was about as defenseless as a Lieutenant fresh to the ranks.
He could have teleported away easily, but as frozen as he was in the memories of a few months ago, he was helpless.
When the fingers closed around his throat he completely panicked, whimpering and voicing broken sobs that made little sense. Things like "Let go!" were mixed in with other statements such as "stop hurting her, you're killing her!". The present and the memories of that night at BMC headquarters were blending together into one completely freaked out haze.
And then his pleas were no more. Nemesis' deadly power got to work and the General who had fought so hard to find those who had gone missing got to experience first hand the sort of hell they had gone through in the stronghold of their enemy. There was no way to describe how it felt to have your flesh simply rotted through. No way to fully capture the sound of Scheelite's animalstic cry of pain before it broke into a pain filled sob and then...silence. Skin gave way to muscle, blood, and the tender vulnerable area of the human neck. Though considered monsters by many Negaversers were as weak as any normal human when it came to their throats.
Still, he wasn't fighting her. Just his memories and his desperation to simply get away. The scent and sight of his own blood was making him ready to hurl, and in one bitter thought he wondered if he was even capable of doing that any more.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:21 pm
She could do this, Nemesis could finish this battle before it even started. The fact that he was not struggling to defend himself only made it easier on her to decay his neck to a point where it could be easily broken. General Scheel had left the battlefield, even Nemesis could tell that his mind was someplace else. Perhaps it was someplace happier, where there wasn't a senshi simultaneously wringing and rotting his neck. If she just focused on the task at hand, she could ignore his cries, his desperate and pained words. When that was blocked out, it was a simple matter to kill him.
But, she couldn't.
The hand against his skin relaxed, the fingers loosening their hold on his partially decayed neck. What was she doing? The General was scared shitless of her, wasn't even lifting a finger to defend himself. He wasn't cursing at her, declaring that his friends would kill her for harming him. He was crying, choking on pain and an undeniable sort of sadness. Nemesis had attacked him when she hadn't even seen him commit some sort of wrong. Where was the justice in this? Had he even done anything wrong?
Did... all of them do anything wrong? It couldn't be a universal truth, that every Negaverser killed multiple people. So, then, if she knew that, why was she treating each Negaverser the same? Nemesis had believed it absolute necessity to kill them all. How else could she end this war but through a downpour of blood? But in this moment, it wasn't so clear. Nemesis wasn't convinced that Scheelite had to die.
Her hand fell limp to her side, and for those last torturous seconds that her power remained in play, she stared down at Scheelite with distant blue eyes. He had lost himself within his own mind, and she in her's. Her world was flipping itself upside down, all the rights she had believed in were now wrongs. Nemesis was lost. From the very beginning of her senshi life, she had known what needed to be done and how to do it. She had lived with purpose and determination. Nemesis had never questioned her motives or her actions, she didn't give herself a chance to.
Now, as an eternal senshi, she couldn't hide the doubt and uncertainty that had been forcibly kept at bay. She had grown in power, yes, but now it was time to grow as a person.
Her hands stopped glowing, and the effects of her attack reversed. The dead flesh healed itself, pulled back into place. Muscle regenerated and skin became unblemished. Nemesis knew Scheelite wouldn't fight back, and so with a soft voice she spoke. "I'm giving you a second chance. If I ever see you hurt a hair on a human's head, you know what I'll do to you. I have... bigger fish to fry." There were true enemies out there, and General Scheel was the first person in the Negaverse that she recognized as being deserving of another shot. As they stood now, Scheelite did not deserve death, and Nemesis would not give it to him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 10:56 pm
Scheelite was writhing in those final moments, his brain convincing him this was it. How could one possibly survive such a wound? He had been a lucky soldier, but everyone's luck ran out eventually right? His luck just had to run out at the hands of some glowy hand Senshi. Sadly it was almost fitting.
But just as he was drawing his final labored breath the effects of the horrible magic reversed. Then it was just a matter of what could possibly be worse. Feeling your flesh rot away? Smelling it the whole while? Or the very wrong feeling of grievous injuries healing themselves over? The muscle grew back, the skin recovered what had been a gaping wound, the scar that had started it all the only mark on his neck. Nothing remained of whatever hellish powers Nemesis held, at least nothing physical.
The mental trauma of such a thing was sure to give Scheelite a fresh set of nightmares to agonize over.
"I don't hurt them, n-never again. Not since that night. Blood Moon. Primase. The P-phoenix...I can't anymore. I just can't."
He was openly sobbing, far past the point of freaking the ******** out to care that he was completely breaking down in front of the Senshi who just seconds ago was rotting his neck away. The words escaping his mouth came in broken sentences, no coherrent thoughts formed but just enough given to prove that something that night had broken this General. At least enough to keep him from preying on the innocents roaming the city.
"D-don't do that again! I swear, I don't fight, it makes me ill. P-please..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:07 pm
What had she done? Nemesis was sure that if nothing else, she had shocked the General so much that he would never consider hurting another person. But, had he really hurt anyone to begin with? Nemesis wasn't sure that anything good had come out of this fight. She wasn't even sure the realization that the way she was doing things was wrong was something beneficial. Nemesis had functioned fine before these past few fights. She had gotten s**t done and had made a minor reputation for herself. She was a senshi to be wary of... and now she was backing down because her opponent was crying.
"I'm not going to do it again." There was a small feeling of obligation that kept her in place now. She had broken him a little, and she should be the one to try and patch it up somewhat before she left. Still... Nemesis had never extended herself out to an enemy like this. Even with Alkaid, she resigned herself to the truth that either her or Alkaid had to die. With Scheelite, she didn't see herself killing him. She couldn't. He didn't deserve it, just as her past life self had felt she didn't deserve the treatment she had received.
Somethings more powerful in meaning than her had traumatized him, and she was sure that it would take hundreds of therapists to fix this ruined life, if it could be fixed. He was almost a victim of the Negaverse, rather than one of its soldiers. "Get up," it was almost like an order, but she was trying to encourage him back onto his feet. He needed to be able to stand on his own right now, even with a would-be serial murderer standing in front of him. "You're smart not to fight, it's probably the only way you'll survive. The Negaverse is going to lose, they have to lose. The sacrifices they've made out of people are far too great to be able to justify their actions."
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:15 pm
Hearing that she wasn't going to do it again was a relief, however small. The complete shock of what had just happened still picked at his mind and would give him waaaaaay too many things to think about later. But at the moment he was in a very numb state and susceptible to listening to orders. Though still openly crying and rather shaky at first, he pulled himself to his feet and eyed her warily.
Was...she going to like this answer?
"T-the Negaverse is my family...I don't have a real family. I c-can't see my family lose, there's just too much at stake..."
Here he glanced away, almost ashamed of his answer. General Queen Tanzanite may have given him her blessing, but in times like this where he should be standing as a proud General and yet...wasn't? Well...his next words were quiet.
"But I can't fight, not like that. But I'm not giving up in them, e-ever."
Scheelite was flinching, seemingly waiting for the next attack from this crazed Senshi. What kind of person jumped you, rotted your neck, then told you to get up and gave you a lecture? What the HELL was going on?!
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:22 pm
"You picked the wrong sort of family. I am fighting to protect my family, so they don't end up a soulless corpse." It was almost disgusting how the Negaverse had warped this General. They had made it so he had nothing else but them. When times were rough, what would he fall back on, the members of the Negaverse because that was all he knew? Normally the answer alone would work Nemesis up into a small fit of rage. But, Scheel was no threat to her. He would not fight her, and she didn't have the heart to fight him anymore. What she needed to do was go home and reevaluate her whole life as a senshi up until this point.
Nemesis had no idea how that would go, and she was worried that... things were going to change from this point on. As long as she didn't become one of those sissy, wishy-washy senshi... she supposed it was something she could deal with. "You should go, before I change my mind about not killing you." The truth was that the more she saw him, the more the idea was driven into her head that she had been wrong to assault him. Right now... it was not what she wanted to hear.
She wasn't going to be the one to walk away from this situation. Nemesis didn't back down, even when there was no fight to be had. Her instinct was still strong enough to tell her that turning her back on a potential enemy, no matter how weak and harmless he seemed, was a bad idea. "Go."
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