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 Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 8:20 pm
She'd sensed someone was nearby, and that someone wasn't friendly at all. Kallichore had been keeping to the higher grounds, on top of buildings and other tall places, while she tracked Negaverse activity. A brief scan revealed a lieutenant in the area (or so she assumed, since they had a weaker signal than she did). The senshi was intent on finding out if they were out for a stroll or something more sinister. A bar was nearby and, from her perch on the building next to it, found that several drunk patrons had gone down and alley only to disappear. They never came out the other end. Curious. Dropping herself low to the roof, Kallichore peeked over the edge and spotted the Negaverse officer in question. He'd pinned a drunkard against the wall and was draining him. She could likely drop from the building and surprise the Nega, but would likely hurt the civilian in the process. She quickly gathered herself and went to drop to the street level.
The senshi attempted to do this several yards away from the lieutenant so as not to alert him to the noise, but a scan would reveal she was closing in on him. That didn't give her much time. Standing back, she hopped back and forth on her feet to build up some adrenaline and shot off, fuku flapping in the wind. Her scanning made sure she could find the right alley and she slid, taking the corner very sharply, one hand grazing the ground to steady her. She was disheveled, her fuku torn and ragged. Kallichore looked like a bat out of hell.
The alley was wide enough to situate three or so people standing shoulder to shoulder and while she wasn't wide enough on her own to block his path, her fuku's sleeves stretched out to make her appear somewhat larger. She didn't utter a thing as she went careening towards the lieutenant as fast as her legs could carry her.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 8:43 pm
Darting out to grab another male, this time one not much taller than himself, he had his hand over the mans mouth and his other hand scant inches from his chest. He'd been doing well this evening, he'd call Flourite soon to turn the energy over to her, so she could turn it in for him. But it wasn't time yet, he still had room in his pockets. And while that sounded a bit careless, he could get jostled while grabbing someone, and drop the precious orbs of energy, he took the risk anyway. It wasn't much of a risk, and he could recollect the energy lost. But if he could gather a lot to turn over it would be good, better than calling Flourite multiple times to gather energy from him.
He'd sensed someone getting closer, weaker than the eternal senshi he'd met. But this one was certainly a senshi even if they were lower in power. Perhaps he could at least handle a fight if it came to that this time? They were close, they had to know he was around and be closing in on him or they'd already spotted him. In which case he could be in trouble. His hand pulled away from the man, dropping them to the ground, the energy found it's way into a pocket before he looked around, paintbrush out and ready even if it did look utterly ridiculous.
Staring at the senshi, as if she were some crazy; which she very well might be, he stared. "I see, I was correct. A senshi.' And no butt wings, so he was right about the assessment on the senshi not being eternal. That was good news, he didn't have to find a way to run away; like Flourite had told him to do should he run in to one.
His brush pointed at her, the pointed end aimed at her. Really there wasn't a lot it was good for, aside from throwing at, attempting to stab, or slapping a person. "Who are you?" He didn't want to forget any senshi he encountered, in case he encountered them in the future. It was best to remember them, maybe he should get a book and write of all the encounters. He could easily hide it in his room, or closet, somewhere. Tomorrow, tomorrow he'd buy a notebook or journal for such information. Right now though he needed to focus.
"If your here to stop me your a touch late, if you can't tell." He stated, motioning to the fallen man with a jerk of his head. behind him he'd left other people. They'd wake up soon enough. He hadn't meant to drop them each, he was playing around with how much energy he could take without dropping the person into the land of unconsciousness. It seemed he still had work to do in that area.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 9:15 pm
The distance between them was closing very quickly, and it appeared that Kallichore wasn't interested in much conservation. She'd never battled against someone who was a rank lower than herself, so this was a new experience for her. She'd never killed anyone either, but always thought that a severe beatdown might change the person's mind about serving the wrong side of the war. That, she found, was her greatest goal. With that in mind, she didn't slow down her approach. She wanted to look as crazed and insane as her fuku suggested, hoping it may bring a little fear and anxiety to the young lieutenant.
"Pointing a paintbrush at me, are we?" Kallichore scoffed. Really, what good was that thing? Maybe he could try and stab her, but it was a blunt object. If he got extremely lucky, the best he could do was bruise someone. The lieutenants must not be very loved in the Negaverse if this was the treatment they got. Set them out against the world of magic-wielding senshi with nary more than toys. It was sick, almost unreal. It's like the Negaverse set them all up to fail in the beginning and used their newest recruits in a savage game of sink or swim. Whoever lived to tell the tale was promoted.
Closing in fast, she added, "Stop you? Well, better late than never!" Stooping low, she intended to tackle the Negaverse officer by grabbing his waist with both of her hands. Her heels gave her a bit of a height advantage, but that didn't mean much when put against someone with muscle. He didn't look particularly strong, but she wasn't willing to take the risk. Kallichore banked on her momentum doing most of the work for her rather than pure brawn. Her legs were more muscular anyway. Once she got him in a good position, she'd let him know just what she and her sphere of magical power could do.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 9:35 pm
She wasn't the only one to wonder about his 'weapon' if one wished to apply such a term to...a paintbrush. He figured if applied, he had to apply it, it was done so very loosely. There was little use for a brush, at least when in a fight or seeking to inflict damage upon a person. A paint brush served better as a instrument which one used to create art. However, someone had played a joke on him and decided an artist should find a second use for a tool of his trade. He had pondered if others were in the same boat as he was, and figured he wasn't just unlucky, but others were as well.
It was bound to get better though, it had to. He'd be patient and wait, see what blessed item he got next. Hopefully something he could do some damage with, he didn't much like the idea of being a sitting duck.
A fighter he was not, something he'd have to work on, as he found himself on the ground. Oh, it was dirty and likely had been vomited in on many a night. He'd have to wash his hair tonight and scrub himself clean. He would have said something about this, complained even, but he didn't. He'd managed to get a hold of her and see to it that she was on the ground with him.
With her on top of him he parted his legs so he could bring them up and lock them around her tightly. Intent upon keeping her in place he brought his paintbrush to use, for the first time. Smacking her in the head and stabbing at her. It really had little use, but what little use he had he would put it to. He may not win but hopefully she'd walk away bruised and would never look at a paintbrush the same way.
Somehow he managed a thought, a single one which had him wishing to not think. Benitoite had the distinct feeling that he was at the bottom of a cat fight. It sure felt, and looked, like one to him. How lovely...comparing himself to a girl, all you needed was hair pulling, eye gouging, and screaming of all sorts of obscenities. Hopefully it didn't come to any of that.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 9:13 am
Being brought down wasn't necessarily something she had anticipated, but thought she would still have the upper hand due to training and seniority (and being super level to boot!) But she didn't really expect him to try and stab her in the face with his damned paintbrush. It would definitely bruise, not draw blood, and it actually kind of hurt! Being stuck on top of his with his legs wrapped around her waist (a compromising situation to say the least!) she didn't have anywhere to go at the moment. They were definitely catfighting, but Kallichore didn't see anything wrong with getting down and dirty with a Negaverser.
"Trying to drain innocent people?" she grunted out, their fight keeping her from really forming a full sentence meaningfully. "Trying to find energy to bring back to your evil queen? You do know what the purpose of that is, right?" Another attempted punch was missed by his moving head, and the last thing she wanted was to punch concrete. Maybe the impact on his back would help show him who was boss? "All you and your people are trying to do is kill everyone who doesn't agree with you and enslave whoever's left. Beryl doesn't want what's best for her people - she wants nothing but power and will do whatever it takes to get it!"
No doubt her sleeves were getting in the way of his face, which was was currently trying to dig at. Being without gloves at this stage had its advantages, because she could claw at someone with her nails a bit easier if her sleeves would cooperate. Dragging them to and fro, she finally got a good look at his face and went to slap him right across the cheek. Maybe the impact would make him loosen his legs? Of course, if that didn't work, she'd happily start pulling his hair. Whatever it took, really, and she had no qualms about it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 10:53 am
He hadn't honestly though of how the position of their bodies looked. He was rather thinking of getting some sort of upper hand on the senshi, and if it meant locking her in place; on top of himself, he would do it. The brush came down again, to smack the top of her head. He was hoping to at least get her to reconsider attacking him. Maybe she'd just leave? He honestly had little hope in that though.
He wouldn't, couldn't, admit to his sever lack in the information department. But he did know this fight was against the senshi who wanted to take over. That he knew, he'd been old that much. "Of course, were the ones seeking to take over. So says the alien who along with her other cohorts seek to take over. Cute, how common flip positions with the real good guy and make us the bad guys and you the good guys." This was managed, though puffs of air and strikes at whatever areas his brush could either smack or stab at.
The clawing of his own face served to anger him, and mortify him. He'd have to cover the claw marks up as soon as he was able to sneak into his house. It looked like some late night herbal workings would be going on in the Evans house this evening. The slap snapped his head to the side. One eye seeing the ground and the other staring up at her. he was so not happy with that. Turning slowly, to face her again, he had indeed loosened his leg lock on her. He didn't let her go though, not out right.
Seeing as she was set about clawing at his face he decided to see if he couldn't leave scratches down her face with his brush, and set about seeing if he indeed could. Seems his brush wasn't all that bad of a weapon, at least when it came to this sort of fighting.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 7:25 pm
Oh, so that was what they were told when taken into the Negaverse? That the senshi were aliens and they wanted to take over? Oh yes, that's was so correct. Being born on earth made them aliens. Right. Kallichore scoffed at him. How sorry and misinformed he was. "Hate to burst your bubble, but your Queen Beryl is outright lying to you." A few more smacks in the head with that damned paintbrush came at the most inopportune time. It was really beginning to piss her off. The damned thing hurt. "First of all, we were born here on Earth. We're human just as much as you are. And secondly," Another smack. Seriously? "All Beryl does is use people. She corrupts them and lies to them to get them to embrace the darkness. Then she destroys you."
She felt the butt end of the brush dig into her cheek and that was it. She leaned back as much as his legs would allow and placed her palm forcibly across his face. "Surge of the Maddened!" she cried, calling up her magical attack. If anything, this would get him to let her go and give her some distance. If the hallucination was strong enough, maybe she could get a few hits in without much chance of a counterattack. A grey, mistlike substance pulsed out of her body, through her arm and straight into his skull, disappearing quickly. As soon as the attack was finished, she started to mentally count and push back against his legs, waiting for her time to break away. Distance, she wanted distance.
"You better remember - this is what Beryl wants for the world. Nothing but pain and suffering, disease and death. She wants nothing but power and war and chaos, and you're all helping her, willing or otherwise."
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 8:12 pm
"I've not spoken to such a Queen nor do I know of her, sorry to burst your bubble." Benitoite returned, the dislike in his voice clear as crystal. He didn't like this senshi, not one bit, and again he was stuck dealing with a senshi in a verbal manner and lacking in information. He really was beginning to wonder about things. At least he had more information, but not enough for his taste. "Your lot were reborn here! Same difference, alien in some form or another still counts." He replied, his voice rising in pitch as he spoke between his strikes upon the senshi in his hold.
His knees protested her move back against them. As much as he wanted to ease the strain on them, and let her go, he didn't. He forced his knees to lock tight in place. It was at this point she attacked, with some sort of...attack that reminded him for a moment of a game of peek a boo. He'd have commented on such a thing, in some form or another, but he didn't have time.
It wasn't long after the attack that he heard it, a certain sound he associated with spiders such as in Harry Potter movie two. That skittering sound had his eyes snapping open and going wide with fear as the color seemed to drain out of him. Spiders, and not just little ones like he'd find in his greenhouse from time to time. No, much larger ones, the sort that could carry your cat off to make a meal of it.
His legs went slack, falling away from the senshi, effectively letting her go, as he felt the air leave him and not return when he tried to breath. He knew the signs but also knew there was nothing he could do. He was suffering a panic attack, full blown. The shaking started, trembling at first but full out shaking as he moved out from under the senshi in order to crawl his way to a wall, a pale, wide eyed, shaking mess with only a brush to defend himself.
He didn't even think about the attack name and how that meant he saw spiders. That if her attack was spiders, strictly, it wouldn't work on everyone. He couldn't think of anything really, aside from the spiders approaching with dripping fangs and massive eyes. Their legs all moving and the front ones lifting into the air before touching the ground again. He didn't even think of the lack of air and how hard his body was trying to get air into it. His brush was all he had and he threw it, as hard as he could.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 8:34 am
Finally, Kallichore could get some distance on the Nega. Before she could say anything, she had to lift her arm to prevent the flying brush from stabbing her right in the eye. At least he didn't have it anymore. She bent over, picked it up and examined it. Just as she thought - a simple, mundane paintbrush and nothing else. Throwing it down the nearest alley, she let out a sigh of relief and touched her face. It throbbed where the offer had stabbed at her with the blunt end of the brush. She'd definitely have bruises in the morning. Good thing she invested in makeup.
Taking a few steps towards the boy, he appeared to be having a panic attack. He was shaking and could hardly move after he pressed himself against the wall. She idly wondered what he was seeing and hearing since he wasn't saying anything about it. Sometimes an officer would shout at whatever he or she was hearing, or would focus their eyes where the eyes of their hallucinations would be. Whatever this boy was looking at, they were very low to the ground. She couldn't even guess. With his weapon taken away, she had some time to check on the civilians he'd left in the alleyway, drained of energy. Darting down there, she pressed her fingers to their throats to check for pulses, finding all of them were alive, but asleep. Good, mission accomplished for the most part.
Kallichore trotted back out to where the lieutenant still lay on the ground. Part of her wanted to feel bad for him, feel bad that he was suffering from an obvious panic attack at whatever he was seeing, but really he was asking for it. Draining civilians was inviting trouble. "Bad karma, you know. You kind of invited this onto yourself. Maybe you'll think twice next time before attacking innocent people."
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 7:08 pm
It was while she was checking on his victims, though he didn't see them as victims, that Benitoite was let go from the magic the senshi had cast upon him. Still breathing hard, deep breaths that sunk in his stomach. The blond agent was taking in as much air as he could, to make up for what he'd lost in the way of air. His head lolled to the side, watching the senshi as she approached him. What sort of power did she have? Something which made him see spiders, the one thing he held a deep fear for. It wasn't something he could know and her attack had, in words, had nothing to do with spiders.
His train of thought was derailed by her words, mocking as they were; to him at least. How dare she say such a thing, no one deserved to see their worst fear; save for perhaps those who enjoyed torturing others. He didn't have the air yet to speak, he was still calming his jangled nerves. But he did have it in him to kick out a foot, high, aiming for a knee if he could.
She should really think about her words, and keep her distance if she were going to open her mouth. Karma, worse - more like hell. But kicking her like he did was karma, for her attacking him with such an attack. She was lucky he was breathless still, not to mention twitching all over as his body came down from it's trembling and shaking fit. If he could stand to move more he'd be going for his brush and attacking her again.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 6:54 pm
Standing over the lieutenant, Kallichore's eyes narrowed. She could tell by her own countdown that her attack had worn off, but whatever it was he saw, it rattled his cage something good. The senshi of madness was much more concerned at that time about the people still in the alley, rather than what the lieutenant was doing. His brush was off somewhere in the distance, having been thrown down the nearest alley she could find.
"You keep all this in mind when you decide to attack innocent people again. We're always watching you, you know. And next time, I won't just leave you be. Take that as a warning." Kallichore spat, hoping that the young man's fevered state of mind would keep him off the streets for a few nights. Even if she had more important things to attend to, she still wanted to keep tabs on this guy. Lieutenants had nowhere else to go but up, just like senshi did. But senshi didn't run around the streets of Destiny City at night, waiting for unsuspecting victims to drain or kill. It simply wasn't right.
The super senshi trotted off to the alley to make sure the civilians that were waking up had someone to escort them somewhere safe. Many of them had no idea what they were looking at (except maybe a mental asylum escapee), but with some coaxing, Kallichore got a few of them to stand and assisted them in finding taxis to go home. Many still bore the same mistrust of senshi assisted by the media. Maybe one day the senshi could break them of these silly assumptions and prove they're the ones trying to save people.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 11:35 am
It was with great effort he pushed himself to his legs, which seemed like they wanted little more than to buckle under his slight weight. "I will not stop in my mission, I will gain in strength. Next time we cross paths I won't be so weak." Weather he meant he'd be physically more capable or he'd have gained rank was unknown. But he would, he wouldn't be humiliated like this, facing his worst fear in front of this...senshi.
Fingers twitched, clenched and unclenched. Watching her escort people by him he smirked lightly, lt them see him like this. Maybe it would help make the senshi look bad, for whatever she'd done to him and her threat. Though he had added i his own threat, but she wasn't the one looking like they'd had some fit.
If Senshi were in fact always watching then he'd have been attacked by one far sooner, as it stood he'd only encountered a senshi before this and it had not turned in to a fight. He couldn't let this one beat him again, never again.
Turning, his back to the senshi, he headed off in to the night. He'd be back to work soon. She didn't have a clue she'd all but decided for him to stay up longer into the night and spend more nights up and out late. He needed, wanted, to avoid the nightmares for as long as he possibly could. Once he was surely clear of her, he couldn't sense her close to him, he stuck a hand in to his pocket to check on the energy orbs. Seems he'd lost a few, at least he had a few left and he had hours more in order to make up for the loss.
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