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 Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 7:32 am
 So once again the lieutenant was out collecting energy. Over the past weeks it had really become part of her every day routine, she got up, brushed her teeth, went to work and then spent the night causing havoc on the streets of Destiny City. Even though she had been apart of the negerverse for some time she had not done anything to get herself noticed yet, despite her best efforts, so she was on ground duty - doing the dirty work as she called it. She did not mind though, despite being a low ranking officer she actually enjoyed her job. She liked to feel like she was in control, that she held someone's life in her hands. Being a officer, even a low ranking officer, made you feel like a God. You could do what you wanted and there was no real punishment for it. You could not get arrested, the law did not bind you. The only thing you needed to watch out for were those damn Senshi but even they did not do too much damage.
Trona smiled, she had a girl held by the throat, her feet were off the ground and her energy was slowly flowing into the lieutenant. Trona had this look on her face, this grin which appeared every time she had a new victim, it was a smug, cocky look which made most people want to punch her. She held the girl until she had no more to give and then when she was unconscious and fully drained the candy eyed lieutenant dropped her to the floor with a thud, like she was nothing. The way she saw it the girl was not a person at all, she was a piece of trash that had no more use to her. She needed to be thrown away, disposed off, forgotten. The only people who mattered to her were her team-mates, everyone else was worthless in her eyes. Be they Senshi, Knights or civilians. They could all burn in hell for all she cared.
Her pigtails bounced as she went to walk away, she would traumatise at least two more people tonight, maybe three if she wanted to do some overtime, then she would be back in her bed and the cycle would continue. One day she would make it to captain, but until then she would just have to keep her numbers up and her General's sweet. That is when she heard the shriek. She blinked and turned around, it seemed like she had been caught, another girl had come into the scene and was rushing to help the one passed out on the ground. Oh, she loved it when prey came to her. "Tonight is just not your night sweet heart."She stated as she wondered over, the girl who appeared was too afraid to move or reply in any way. Trona put her hand around her throat and picked her up."Do not struggle, if you do I will hurt you." She stated as she started to zap her second victim of energy.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 7:41 am
 "Put. The Civilian. Down." Another voice joined the panicked sounds of the girl that had just been caught by the neck, following right after the Lieutenant's threats. Cordelia Carden had at one point in her life been one of those frightened civilians. She had been caught in an alley on her way home from a shopping trip and she had been 'mugged' by a b***h from the Negaverse, much like this. The difference then had been that no senshi had come to save her. A cat had come to her and she'd been put in charge, then, of saving herself; picking through the rest of her destiny. Super Sailor Corvus had come a long way since then... And she wasn't about to let the bubblegum-haired brat, whoever she happened to be, strike twice in one night. "That isn't a request, either, sugar." Her arms crossed over her chest as she landed on the pavement not far from the two, having heard the shriek from the rooftops above.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 7:57 am
Trona looked over her shoulder, blank hair falling backwards. The lieutenant smirked and then looked back at the civilian. "I guess you are luckier than I thought, it seems like I have bigger fish to fry." She stated throwing the girl to the ground, she could see the tears in her eyes, she was terrified and Trona felt nothing, no remorse at all, after all she was not on the same level as these weaklings anymore. "Do not even think about moving, I will be right back." She warned her, the girl recoiled and tried to become part of the wall. Trona rested a hand on her hit, the fear in the girls eyes told her she was not going anywhere, she was glad, it would be such a hassle to track her down. She turned to look at the senshi, pink eyes taking in her appearance, truth was Trona had not run into many and was still a novice at fighting, however the way she held herself and the confidence in her voice could sometimes give people the impression that she did. Even as a civilian she always oozed confidence, there was nothing she believed she could not do.
Something told her this was no ordinary senshi, her fuku was complex and there was just some feeling in her gut which told her she needed to be on guard. She folded her arms, she was not one to run away. Trona never ran away from anything, especially not senshi, if she did she would never be able to show her face in the organisation ever again. "My my, someone wants my attention. You wanting to dance baby doll?" She asked holding her hands by her side, the little wings on her feet started to flap, looking like they wanted to take off into the skies. Trona to this day did not know why they did that, whenever she got annoyed or was entering battle they did it instinctively, yet they had no practical use. She had always cursed the fact she had a pair of shoes for a weapon. She would have picked something more practical if given the choice.
Trona smirked. "Well then princess, I have a date I need to get back to, if you want me to run circles around you I would rather it be sooner than later." She stated before running for the senshi, she was not going to wait around for her to make the first move, instead she jumped and aimed her foot for the girls head. The lieutenants heart started to race, a thrill ran down her spine. This is what the job was all about, granted if she did not run into trouble every so often she would get rusty.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 8:04 am
"Wants?" The senshi's brow quirked, arms remaining crossed for a moment as she let her gaze trail over the other young woman before lifting back to her face. "No, I can't say I would want the attention of anyone with such a lack in fashion. Command? Maybe."
That said her stance shifted from stern crossness to battle ready. She didn't correct the Lieutenant about the princess title and how it meant something completely different when you were talking to a senshi; knowledge really wasn't the point at the moment and it wasn't something she was willing to share either... Nevermind that they had just been tossing name calling back and forth and it carried no real weight at all.
Corvus had enough time to bring her arm up to deflect the blow, sweeping the Lieutenant's kick aside with a 'wax off' motion before turning it around quickly in an attempt to grab the other girl's ankle. If successful, she had every intention of trying to trip the girl up and knock her on her back with the momentum... If not? At least she'd deflected the damn kick for starters.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 8:21 am
Trona gritted her teeth, its was not like she had any choice about this god damn costume! It was like the weapon, she had no say in what she looked like or what it did. Though to be honest she had grown found of the biker gear she was wearing, especially the jacket, she just wished she had some socks, her legs got cold on a night like this. "Look who's talking! You are stuck in the eighteen-hundreds!" She commented, a little anger cracking her voice, she had the full intent to knock her back to that century too. She was not going to get beat by some lolita chick. However she was deflected, Trona blinked locked in that moment in mid-air before for the thrown back, that second felt like a eternity in itself. She flipped, putting her hand on the ground and bouncing onto her feet, cutting her palms in the process.
It seemed like this one knew how to move. Through out the attack Trona had not lost that smile of hers, pink eyes were sharp and ready for blood. This b***h was going down! Nobody made her look like a fool. Not anyone.
The lieutenant looked up at the senshi and decided to launch her second attack, her legs were shaking slightly form the harsh movements and also the rush of battle, with that energy she was able to launch a second attack straight away. She ran to her like before, however this time at the last moment she skidded in hope to take out the girls feet, if anything training with such a useless weapon meant the girl had developed some fancy footwork. She had been doing running every day, training with her captain whenever she got the chance, even at home she was practising movements. The weapon did not matter, when she got these she was determined to make the most of them, she was determined to be the best god damn agent she could be.
"Think you can keep up baby doll?" She cackled, she got her this time, she was sure of it!
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 7:09 am
"I'll take that as a compliment. At least they knew a thing or two about style... And class. Bring it."
Rising to her challenge, the other girl did indeed 'bring it'. Every muscle in her body tensed as she tried to prepare herself for the next attack. Corvus had been expecting another kick, as the overall way the fight had been going so far seemed to fall right in line with the typical kicking, biting and hair pulling of a playground brawl (save for the civilian choking).
She hadn't expected the Lieutenant to drop and skid into her as though trying to make it to a base before the glove in baseball. The senshi let out a nasty curse as her feet were knocked out from under her, pale thigh raking against the pavement as her ruffles did nothing to actually shield her from that movement. She'd deserved that, at least, as a reprimand for her arrogance.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 9:50 am
Trona felt pleased with herself, when her second kick hit home she could almost fly. By the way the wings on her shoes where flapping about she felt like she ought to be able to. They were a little like the tail on a dog, when they were happy they showed it, when they were sad they showed it. It was odd to think shoes might have a personality, maybe it was Trona's own emotions making them act such a way. She was not too sure yet, her weapon was still very new to her. It would be a while before she mastered it, before she would be able to understand it totally. The girl stood up straight and rested a hand on her hip, long strands of raven hair blowing behind her.
Sure this girl had some style, even though Trona would never admit it, though she seemed to fall like everyone else, she got dirty like everyone else. That costume was not designed to fight in, it was more about show than practicality, so she could say all she wanted about her leather and her plain attire, at least she was suited for combat. It seemed like the lieutenant had a few things to teach this girl. About style, class AND fashion. There was no point in turning up to your wedding in black, as much as their was no point in turning up to a battle ground in a fuku. Maybe if she cut it up a little she would learn, along with that lovely hair of hers.
Was this jealousy? No. Was it spite. VERY MUCH SO.
Whilst the girl was down Trona heard something move. It seemed like one of the girls wanted to get away, as soon as her pink eyes caught her the girl stopped. Like her gaze was some kind of tractor beam holding her in place. Trona for a moment forgot about the fight and turned around. "Where you think you are off sweetheart? I have not forgotten about you." She stated as she made chase, it only took a second for her to catch her.
Super human speed, you had to love it.
"Do you not remember what I said? What I would do if you moved?" She asked, her voice starting to crack with anger, so much so the girl even started to cry a little. This made Trona smirk, whilst her back was turned it was the perfect chance for the Senshi to attack. Her cockiness had left her vulnerable, what she did not know was this battle was far from over.
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