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 Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 1:41 pm
Super Sailor Magellan could take down a youma in a pinch, and she could probably take one down outside of a pinch, too. She'd gotten pretty good at youma dusting, actually, which was what made her abrupt shift to youma-baiting-and-observing so difficult. She really just wanted to kick the damn thing's face in, watch it explode, and feel the satisfaction of a night's work well done. Unfortunately, that went directly contrary to her plans, and so she was learning to roll with it.
Staying about three long strides ahead of her youma companion, Magellan deftly darted through streetside obstacles, her first goal -- isolating the youma -- her main priority. She hadn't done much observing after the initial baiting of the thing, but that was fine, because even though almost every store was closed down and no one was around, she still didn't want to bring intense structural damage to people's businesses. Did insurance policies even cover youma damage? Nowadays, you'd think they'd put something in, but who knew.
Skidding around a corner, icy puddle water splashing up her calves as she went, she barely swallowed a shriek and rocketed down the alleyway. Yeah, up and over that fence there, and then she'd be in the clear --
There was a power signature ahead, one that she hadn't noticed in her haste to get away from the youma, and she had a moment where she was well and truly annoyed. If someone tried to jump in and rescue her again, she swore to god --
Skirt flaring up and flashing the youma a nice view of the seat of her bodysuit (thank god her fuku was modest in at least that respect) she vaulted over the fence, landed with a brief clatter of boots, and looked around wildly. Spying the source of the other power signature, she took only a moment to recognize that the uniform was predominantly white and that meant good guy, and shouted, "Run! I've got a youma on me!"
And with that, she sprinted, fully intending to pick the guy up in a football tackle/fireman's carry if he didn't listen to her. Hopefully he would.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 10:48 pm
Ganymede had been aimlessly wandering the city streets, pouting and contemplating the sad circumstances of his life and kicking empty beer cans around an alleyway or two with the intent of heading home soon and calling it an early night when he'd sensed the youma. He'd been two seconds away from cursing his luck -- he could actually use a little more sleep these days -- and had almost turned and walked away when the other, more friendly feeling power signature had made itself known to him. Instead, he found himself wandering toward the apparent source of trouble, just to see if help was needed, because for some reason he was feeling generous tonight, or maybe he just didn't want to go home, after all.
Whatever the reason, he didn't expect to have to do much. He assumed the youma would be well and truly gone by the time he even arrived, given the distance and the fact that he was taking his sweet time getting there, and he even started lingering back a bit when he sensed it and the other presence drawing closer. He would have thought it to be dust by now, at least if it were being taken care of by any competent senshi, and he had the sudden fear that he was about to cross paths with a newbie without a clue when he saw a girl in white and pink and blue running straight for him with a youma on her tail.
The first thing he realized was that she wasn't a newbie. She couldn't be, not with a power signature like that. The second thing he realized was that both she and the youma were about to run him over, and though by now he'd decided it was his job or his duty, or whatever other noble term people wanted to use for it, to get rid of these things, he found himself turning tail and running along with the other super senshi.
"What are you just running away for?!" he shouted at her, putting an extra burst of speed into his sprints when it turned out the youma currently chasing them was one fast son of a b***h. "Are you trying to put other people in danger?! Have you even tried to hit it with anything?!"
He glanced at her to see if she were holding anything that might be useful as a weapon -- a tree branch, a broken bottle -- and saw nothing. For a moment, he wondered if he had just found a senshi more cowardly than he was.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 8:39 pm
She kicked off the ground hard, giving herself an extra burst of speed, and was satisfied when she heard the youma struggle to vault over the fence. Good, good. That would give her long enough to maintain her lead and get the damn thing in an area where it would do the least amount of damage while she played with it.
Well, that was the plan, anyway. She really hated having to explain her plans, but considering how well it had gone with Valhalla when she didn't -- read as: not well at all -- it would probably be best to just go over the basics while they ran, in as few words as possible. She wanted to save her breath, after all.
Hands balled into fists, she shouted, "I'm trying to get it away from public property -- as far away as I can -- and then I'm going to play with it! I want to see how it reacts, and like, how high its levels of reasoning and thinking are, and then I'll kill it."
She darted around a fallen trash can, keeping half of her mind focused on listening behind her just in case the thing tripped, and added, "It's like, field work. Live research. You can just run if you don't want to help!"
Magellan figured that was a pretty generous offer. After all, she could handle the thing on her own no problem once she actually started fighting it, and if the girl wasn't interested in helping, Magellan didn't want her around getting in the way.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 5:14 pm
He blinked, slightly startled by her answer, and his steps faltered for a few moments, before he realized he was slowing down and he definitely did not want that thing catching up with him when he had nothing but his hands and feet to fight it with, so he put another burst of speed into his steps and ran side-by-side with the other senshi again.
"O-Oh!" he said, far from eloquent, or even very responsive in the first place. But then he hadn't ever really thought about doing something like that before, cornering a youma to study it like some sort of demented lab rat.
He'd assumed all youma were pretty dumb, though he knew some could be a little more crafty when it came to attacking and evading. Overall, he thought their level of intelligence was less than human. Then again, he'd never really given one enough time to prove itself. He usually tried to get rid of them as soon as possible, not only to prevent them from hurting other people or potentially escaping, but because he hadn't seen much of a point in taking his time. Get rid of it and go was his general method.
He'd always looked at them more as rabid animals, but even animals differed among species.
"But what does it really matter?" he wondered. As intrigued as he was by what he thought was a strange idea, he couldn't see much of a point in it. "I mean, it isn't going to change the fact that we have to get rid of them. Even if they all look different and end up thinking different, they're prowling around the city attacking people. What do you expect to learn by figuring out how smart they are? We've got to get rid of them either way."
Yet, even as he questioned it, he did not turn to fight the youma coming after them. Not yet. Not when he was curious. The senshi at his side didn't seem like a complete idiot. Maybe she was on to something.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 12:25 pm
They were in an abandoned parking lot now, big enough that she thought there was plenty of room to hold a decent fight, and far enough away from most buildings that she wasn't worried about causing too much collateral damage. Wasn't the best terrain for hiding and taking advantage of natural built shields and weapons, but it was close enough, she figured.
Abruptly turning on her heel, she came to a dead stop in front of the youma and threw her arms out, magic erupting from her palms as she called out the name of her attack and hurled a sphere of powder at it. The youma screeched, though likely more in annoyance than anything, and began to thrash around wildly, the brightly glittering ball following its every step as it went.
Normally, she'd take advantage of this time, when it couldn't see or even breathe very well (did they have to breathe? Something else to think about.) to jump in and start beating the ever-loving hell out of it. Instead, however, she turned to her companion.
"Grab a weapon if you're scared," she instructed, not intending to sound condescending, but likely coming off that way. "I'm going to get this thing good and pissed."
For now, she ignored the girl's questions as to the purpose -- she'd answer them after the battle, if she stuck around -- because time was precious and battles moved a lot faster than most people gave them credit for.
Darting in, she began to cut close corners by the youma, calling out to it as she zipped around. Reaction time test: go!
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 4:32 pm
Ganymede skidded to a halt in the parking lot, spinning around to face the monster and make sure neither of them were about to get mauled by it. It was close, but not so close that he was worried, at least until the other senshi attacked. He couldn’t tell what it was supposed to do except annoy the creature, but when she claimed her intent to antagonize he figured that had been the idea all along.
“I’m not scared!” he shouted back, standing behind a few steps as she jumped right in and began her little experiment. He flushed darkly, part embarrassed and part indignant, frowning and grumbling to himself about how he could handle youma just fine, thank you very much.
He searched around for something to use as a weapon regardless, taking a few steps back but keeping his eye on the scene the entire time. He eventually found a decent sized piece of piping he could wrap his hands around and swing the way Chris had taught him, but he didn’t charge in yet. He stepped closer, cautious, staring from the youma to the girl, contemplating her methods.
So she wanted to make it angry or something?
Fine. He could work with that.
“Watch it! This thing might get a little more vicious in a few seconds!” he warned, and muttered the words for his own attack.
The youma paused for just a moment, as so many of them seemed to when he used his magic on them, sniffing at the air and developing a bit of a dazed look. For a second he winced in apology, wondering if this one perhaps wouldn’t react to it as some of the others had done before. There was the chance it’d make it more docile, though he could usually guess the appropriate action based on how intent each individual youma was on catching its prey. He hoped he hadn’t been wrong to assume the effect it’d have on this one.
He wasn’t. It stood dazed within the other senshi’s ball of powder for a little longer before its eyes practically bulged out of its head and it flailed around madly, releasing a loud, echoing roar as it practically foamed at the mouth and sent its sights on the only prey in the area: the two of them.
“That pissed off enough for you?” he asked.
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