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 Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2011 5:37 am
Windy nights were the worst, Foramen decided, as he brushed wild orange strands of hair out of his face. Forget heat, rain and snow - his senshi form gave some measure of protection against the elements. But wind? Strong winds meant a night of pulling hair out of his eyes (and, on occasion, his mouth), of adjusting his bow and trailing tails. There was just too much loose on his outfit to hide properly on windy evenings - always a streaming aqua bow-tail out the back, or fly-away copper hair signaling his position. And with his hair having only grown longer over the year, well, Foramen wasn't haven't the best of nights.
Brushing back another tangle, Foramen sighed. Matted to all hell, after several hours of patrolling. The female senshi kept giving him compliments on his hair - or just envious stares - but he doubted they'd be so keen if they knew just how much spray-in conditioner was used after every patrol. After the roughest days, like today, he'd be lucky if it only took an hour to repair the mess that wind and leaping from roof to roof at faster-than-merely-human speeds made.
Lately Foramen wondered why he even bothered. The Negaverse didn't target starseeds anymore. There was nothing in it for Foramen - no gain or reward to him in continuing in being a senshi. Sure, without these powers he might have died back in Barren Pines. They'd been handy a few times since, sneaking him into hospital after closing hours to visit a comatose friend. He'd made his own starseed collection, rivaling the obedient little Lieutenants of the Negaverse in his eager thefts of the crystalised souls. Now there was no completing that collection - no mimicking the Zodiacs in sacrificing the starseeds in order to revive someone else.
So why was Foramen still playing this game? He had no friends among the senshi - the closest he had was a repeat rescuer in Scylla and a mouthy yet semi-entertaining team-up with Chaonis. Maybe it was time to hang up his star-studded sash and low heels. Concentrate on finding a job after graduating that didn't involve being trapped in his grandfather's company and playing corporate politics. Maybe it was time to be normal again. Or as normal as Kirin Thompson ever had been.
Foramen's maudlin thoughts were interrupted by a faint energy signal. He tilted his head to one side. He laughed under his breath, faintly amused. Once again, the Negaverse dragged him in. Fine. Maybe one last time.
It didn't take long to close in on the energy signal, which grew as the senshi approached. Foramen took in the blue uniform and blond hair as he dropped down onto a lower rooftop where the Nega officer stood.
"What brings the Negaverse out tonight?" he asked, in lieu of any kind of introductory spiel.
Of course, now the full force of the blond's corrupted energy signature hit Foramen. Golden eyes widened, then winced. It seemed Foramen had misread the strength of his opponent. This was... ah crap...
"How's it hanging, General?"
s**t, was it too late to run away? Goddammit.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 7:26 pm
Maybe they weren't all that different after all. While Foramen pondered his position in a war that no longer offered what he was looking for, Scheelite often found himself wondering just how he could fit in when he just wasn't a fighter any more. Really, who heard of an army with members who didn't fight? It was absurd!
Yet he was still there, still making it work. ...Somehow.
Shouldn't have surprised him that quiet nights just didn't exist though. Really, just where did a Negaverse General have to go to relax -one night- without being interrupted by someone? Sheesh!
"Ohhh you know, same old same old. Gotta come out and just light the place up a little, no big deal right?"
The blonde shifted a bit, seemingly uncomfortable with the idea of addressing a Senshi no matter how little an energy aura they put out. Thankfully for him his faithful Youma sensed the discomfort and slunk forward to protect it's master. Out of the shadows appeared a smaller sized Youma, looking like a rather over-sized squirrel with a long lemur-like tail. The creature offered Foramen a hiss before bounding over to the General and making a perch out of his shoulder.
Scheelite relaxed under the comforting presence of the creature, not comfortable enough to turn and smile at the Senshi.
"So, what brings you out?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 8:59 pm
Foramen's eyebrows did their best to meet his hairline as he stared at the General's 'pet'. The thing hissed at him before running to perch on the blond Nega creep.
"What the fuuuck?"
Definitely not a Guardian Cat. Eek. As much as Foramen hated the damn cats, at least he could be (fairly) sure that they didn't have rabies. (Though wouldn't that explain a lot about Astraea's all-but-frothing-at-the-mouth temper.)
Foramen shook his head. Thoughts like that were not going to help him at all in this situation. It was a small mercy that the General had yet to simply crush Foramen like a bug, but both males knew it was likely coming.
"Oh, you know, save the princess save the world, and all that. Evil never takes a holiday. The first casuality of war is free time." Foramen wondered just how many taglines he couldn't mutilate before the General made a move. Not that Foramen wanted to become a pancake, but he wasn't about to be the first to break the stalemate and run - bloody Generals could teleport even further than Foramen could, the trick-stealing bastards.
Though speaking of the Gneral, Foramen vaguely recalled a Captain who also had a guitar of some kind strapped to his back. He was saddened to note that there was no starseed about this time for him to steal. Not that it would have been easy to see, with the amount of glaring, fluorescent decoration on the General's new uniform.
"Evil got an upgrade?" he asked, tilted his head innocently.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 10:17 pm
"Funny, you seem to be in the same old costume. What is this upgrade you speak of?"
Him? Evil? NEVER! The Negaverse was the side of -good-, no matter how many times he heard the term 'corrupted' thrown at him. He was doing the right thing, those stupid Senshi just hadn't seen the light yet.
Maybe one day...
"Aren't you tired of that whole save the princess thing? Especially since you don't seem to be saving the world. That's our job, ya know? But whatever."
He offered a shrug, careful not to move so much as to knock his little friend right off his shoulder.
"So what are you really up to?"
The funny part of this whole encounter was the General didn't seem too willing to make a move either. Though the youma had helped him relax a bit his entire posture read uncomfortable. Hell, maybe even flighty? Weird.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 10:43 pm
Foramen shrugged. "Personally, I found the Queen a whole lot more impressive than the Princess, but them's the rules."
Find the Princess! came the annoying urge that accompanied every shift into her senshi form.
Foramen growled. 'Don't you start back up,' he warned it.
As a distraction he eyed off the rapid squirrel again. There was a faint aura of corruption to it. A youma, he wondered? But if it was, it was the tiniest, most useless youma ever.
"What's up with the pet?" he asked, jerking a thumb at the thing. "You guys trying to be all light and cookies now or something?"
Foramen was fed up with the talking. His nerves were building, and when he got antsy, well, things didn't tend to end well - for him. So while he kept up the pretense of chatting, his eyes began scanning the area, looking for something small enough to teleport, yet dangerous enough to do some damage when dropped on a certain blond head...
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 8:23 am
It had been an awful long while since Zue came across a standoff between a Senshi and a Negaverse agent, a very long while. Somehow he wasn't surprised that he found them on a low rooftop, though; the battle between good vs evil always seemed to favour dramatic places, at least it in opinion. There was no way he could call this a battle though, they seemed insistant on just talking, which...was honestly okay with him.
Normally, Zue didn't give a rats a** about the other Senshi. His loyalties were completely with the Zodiac and besides, the Moon Senshi already had so many cats! They didn't need him like he didn't care to help them. Today was a little different though, in that the Senshi he came across was someone he recognized; not only that, this Senshi was a friend. He was on the street level, but he could see the pair on the roof; the streaming copper hair, the patterns on the looser parts of the uniform. That was Foramen, there was no doubt about that! There was no battle going on, but that didn't mean it couldn't still happen later...and he could feel the difference in power between the two. A bit unfair, as it were.
So Zue sat down, ears perked and head craned to allow his narrowed blue eyes to watch the encounter. For Foramen he would stay and see this through, but hell; maybe he could use this to shut Elke up, too. She did always b***h that he didn't help. This would teach her.
Yes, he still had a massive chip on his shoulder.
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