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 Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 9:24 pm
Sailor Circe was it again; using her powers for selfish reasons, like getting across town quickly so that she could get to a hot club sooner. She was a bit of a bar star, and if she didn’t get there soon, there would be a line. Lines were not something she liked to deal with; this redhead was too good for lines.
As she was going about her business, leaping from one roof top to the next, Sailor Circe had a change of heart. Something else had caught her eye, and it was simply irresistible. Abrupt change of plans were common for her. Circe was like a moth to flame, once she saw something interesting, it was hard to imagine moving towards anything else.
What did she see? A new art gallery. In her regular life as a civilian, Morgan Everett was almost sure that she knew every art gallery in town. But when she spied a large glass window, lit up and displaying a large abstract canvas, the redhead was positive that she had never seen it before. This warranted a closer inspection.
Checking to make sure the coast was clear, the teal colored senshi hopped down from her high perch. Sauntering up to the window, she stood there, completely unaware of any danger in surrounding. She was just too engrossed in mentally critiquing the painting in front of her.
Too much derived from Pollock and Rothko, barely original design. Her inner monologue prattled on and on.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 10:06 pm
After the event with the college library, and being caught at the park not to mention the bar scene he'd decided on a change of course. It seemed the other ideas needed a break before retrying them. He was learning to give up certain ideas, to put them on the back burner. For now he'd plot and plan on another location. It was best, considering what had been happening with senshi encounters, to have several different locations and plans that one could pick from when needing to work.
Tonight he was working on forming a new plan, to add to the college and the bar ones he already had formed. The jogger was also a good one, though that was just one person, and whoever else he happen to spy out and about.
He too was a fan of art as a civilian and knew most of the galleries around, so this new one had already garnered his attention. It was only fitting that his plan revolved around it, especially seeing an abstract painting in the window displayed. On a roof top, across from the gallery he was laying on the edge of the building with a note pad on the edge with him and a pen noting things as he had been for a while now. His coat and turtleneck going a long way in insuring he remained warm during his vigil. He'd watched the gallery goers and watched the workers, two of them, but also noted when they had closed down. The time noted and an idea of how many people had shown up this evening. He could get a good amount of orbs if he grabbed the same amount of people as he'd seen tonight.
What perked his attention was the senshi he sensed and then finally saw. How interesting...a senshi who liked art...well maybe. Turning his head from the gallery, in the hopes he wasn't noticed, he searched the roof top for a pebble or a rock he could throw at them. He was not going to throw his paintbrush, it wasn't likely to reach her. Finding a small stone he got up from his perch, gracefully rolling onto his feet, and picking it up he returned to the edge and threw it. He didn't move, to hide, he simply stood waiting, he even leapt up onto the roofs edge. Staring down at the senshi across the street from him. His notebook lay almost forgotten at his side, an inch separating the book from the side of his left boot. He stood watching, silently, as he waited for a response from the senshi below.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 10:11 am
Something had fallen from the sky and hit Sailor Circe squarely in the back. Whipping around, she saw a rock laying on the pavement and up above, standing on a roof top, was a strangely dressed man. So that was the odd sensation she had been feeling, the dark aura of a Negaverse agent. How long had he been standing there without her knowing?
“It’s not nice to spy, or throw rocks at pretty things.” The sailor wasn't quite sure if the rock was meant for her pretty head, or the window of the art gallery. Either way, she could not let it stand.
Circe picked up the stone herself and chucked it back towards Benitonite. “Or are you too scared to come down and face a senshi like a man that you have to resort to childish rock slinging?”
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 5:52 pm
Yelling across two lanes of traffic, though right now there was a certain lacking in the traffic department. It seemed only a few cars were around this late. Still, there were cars, and somehow with how many yards between them her voice reached him. Moving his notebook from the ledge, he'd come back for it later. He found himself taking a series of jumps, from store roofs till he was close enough to jump safely to the pavement below. He was not going to see if he could jump from nearly fifteen feet in the air and land safely.
"I'm not scared...I haven't a single reason to be scared." He might have suffered some set backs, and injuries, from other senshi but they were minor and he was sure this would be no worse then scratches and bruises. Hands in his pockets as he walked down the side walk, back to where he had been across the street from her, only he wasn't on a roof now. Standing there he spread his legs a bit, to balance himself better in case she had some long distance attack she could use on him.
"I wasn't spying, at least not on you. Your hardly worth my observation time." Deciding to reply to an earlier comment of hers.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 11:25 am
Not worth it? What? How dare that … that boy (seriously, he how old was he?). Keep you’re cool Circe, clearly that Nega jerk did not matter. Circe rolled her eyes a bit, but pretended not to hear him. Cupping a hand to her ear she yelled out, “What was that, I can’t really hear you. But since you won’t come over here , face to face, I’ll just have to assume I’ve won this … exchange of words.”
Circe winked at him and then slowly began to walk away.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 8:23 pm
He could ask the same about her, how old she was. He doubted she was much older than himself. Though he hadn't seen any senshi that looked a lot older than himself, was everyone involved in this war teenagers? He was even more sure now that if he ever actually decided to attempt to date it would have to be someone he knew was within the negaverse. To even attempt to date someone, a teenager, was dangerous. They could easily be a senshi, and he'd be completely unaware as would they. It wasn't something he wanted to chance.
Not knowing why his mind wandered there, well perhaps he did, he pushed his thoughts away. He was a teenager, and thus his thoughts strayed to that path on a fairly regular basis.
Crossing the street, with slow deliberate steps, his heels clicked against the pavement. "Your not getting away that easily, nor have you won anything. How arrogant to think you have."
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 5:37 pm
Circe turned to check on the Negaverser, he was going at a crawling pace, neither were really trying to get away or catch up. She paused and tapped her heeled boot on the pavement. “Oh really? You’re not exactly clamoring to beat me.” She looked at him up and down, nothing his paint brush weapon. Really, that wasn’t very threatening at all. “What are you doing to do, tickle me to death with a brush? I don’t think so.”
Sailor Circe was a lot of talk and little action. While she wasn’t exactly trying hard to escape, she wasn’t that keen in starting a fight herself. The redhead senshi was content just to goad the Nega.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 8:29 pm
"And I should waste my energy trying to get to you?" He questioned, stopping and standing, eyes on the senshi. He even crossed his arms over his chest. "I may dislike you, simply because of what you are, and want you gone. But I am not about to chase you around like a cat chasing a mouse." He was not going to chase after her like some child, not to mention waste his own energy to run after her. "No, I'll stab your face with it." More confident in what he could and would do with it. He'd learned that while the weapon was rather pathetic he could still manage to stab someone in the face and head and leave them with a headache and/or a facial reminder of just what he could do.
"I'm not much to start a fight, out of the blue. But I don't want you here, not while I'm here and busy. Your presence is annoying at best, and a reminder of what needs to be removed from the Earth. So...I'm willing to start a fight." He wanted the area to himself so he could continue to plot and come up with ideas to attack the art gallery.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 3:32 pm
“A cat chasing a mouse. You make it sound like some game, or like you’re a satyr after a nymph. Well I certainly don’t want you touching me with your… corrupt hands.” That’s what they were after all. Hands tainted with the disease of the Negaverse. She could tolerate them, just as much any random member of the Negaverse could tolerate her. But she’d be damned if anyone of them actually touched a hair on her head; who knows where they’ve been.
Circe could not allow the coated agent to threaten her face with a brush. That guy was asking for it, really. “Well then, I’d like to see you try. Molt Boost!”. A golden sphere formed in the senshi’s hands and then was absorbed into her skin, leaving a faint glow. For a short time, she would be somewhat protected. So the senshi ran straight on towards the Benitonite. If they were going to fight, she might as well strike first.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:00 pm
"I wouldn't wish to touch something as tainted as a senshi." Came the fast reply, his nose tipping up into the air. "Who knows what it is you may carry on your person." Slate eyes narrowed as he heard her attack.He didn't see anything. What on earth did her attack do...? It didn't seem to do anything but turn her into a human glow stick, well sort of. A very poor human glow stick, but that was the best thing to compare her to. Or maybe it was giving her some aura for whatever reason.
When she came out him he found his balance and at the last minute ducked down and moved to the side. Sticking a leg out as he moved his body to the side. He was hoping to trip the charging senshi. Benitoite was hoping to get a hold of her and do some damage, he was still rather upset over recent losses at the hands of senshi. He was rather upset with his losses, he was hoping to do better this time around.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:38 pm
As Circe ran at Benitonite, she fell over his extended leg. Quickly, her gloved hands grabbed a hold of the blue coat, tugging hard. If she had to go down, Circe was going to take him with her.
Taking a tumble, Circe rolled as she hit the cement of the sidewalk. Letting go of the Nega’s coat, Circe picked herself up. There wasn’t even a scratch on her from hitting the sidewalk, just a bit of dirt.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:55 pm
In the roll he wound up under the senshi, a position he'd been in once before and not one he liked being in. Quickly climbing to his feet, as soon as she was off him. back hurt from the fall, thankfully he hadn't been standing at the time; that would have really hurt like hell had he been.
Turning to face the senshi, annoyed to see her without a single mark on her flesh. He was displeased with that, he'd been hoping she'd hit her face good and hard. Brush in hand he went right after her again, he had thankfully managed to keep a hold on his brush. This time when he went after her the blond was intent upon stabbing at her.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:04 pm
Dusting herself off, Sailor Circe caught a glimpse of something blue and angry coming at her from the corner of her eye. She turned her face just in time to see the brush graze past her cheek. Her hands flew up to latch onto Benitonite’s wrists. Their fists were locked together and Circe moved parallel to Benitonite, trying to contain his wrists and keep them from flying at her. She shuffled backwards, locked in a perverse dance.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:33 pm
At least it wasn't perverse in another sense, like that fight with Kallichore. With his hands held by the senshi, and her shuffling them both around, he stepped forward, intent to smash her toes with the hell of a boot.
"I thought it was a man's position to lead in a dance." Since this did seem like some odd sort of dance they were doing. This said he tried to move them, turning so he was walking her backward; toward where this all had started - the art gallery.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:42 pm
“A real man can lead, but you’re just a boy.” As the duo ‘danced’ towards the large window of the art gallery, Circe started to attempt to knee Benitonite while her magic was still active and she was protected. They were Circe tried to forcefully push the nega away from her, but she couldn’t pull away fast enough. Both her and Benitonite fell backwards, crashing through the large window, falling onto a broke glass and a now ruined canvas.
A loud ringing started up, much like the sound of a fire alarm. It wasn't a fire alarm however, it was the 'woooooo wooooooooo woooooooooo' of a security alarm. A red light was flashing on the ceiling.
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