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 Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 2:17 am
Remarque wasn’t sure how he’d ended up near Crystal Academy; this wasn’t a part of town that he usually frequented while gathering energy, though for some reason his feet had led him here. He hadn’t minded; the walk had been peaceful enough, and he’d found two practically willing civilians who had donated a fine some of energy.
There was a certain bounce in his step and it took far more willpower not to just hum a happy little tune as he continued his stroll than he’d care to admit. He didn’t look like the type of person that was in any way disappointed or unhappy with his role in the Dark Mirror Court; he rather liked the rush of power he got when he drained someone of energy, and to anyone who might have observed him in the process, it very obviously showed.
The eternal senshi had never been to Crystal Academy, yet the building kind of gave him the creeps. Something about schools at night had always unnerved him, and the fact that he had no familiarity with Crystal Academy supplied it with an air of mystery as well as eeriness. He rested his hands on his hips as he observed the school with a sort of wariness. The night was still enough that it would have made the perfect scene for a horror movie. He hadn’t seen anyone in over twenty minutes. There weren’t any typical nature sounds—no owls or bugs. The clouds kept brushing over the moon, darkening the sky every few minutes.
If he hadn’t been so awake, Remarque might have assumed this was some strange, creepy dream just about to twist into a nightmare. Certainly there was a sort of tension in the air that threatened to ruin his upbeat, contented attitude, but he wasn’t about to let it put a damper on his mood. Shaking his head, Remarque looked up to the sky just in time for the moon to peek from behind a thin veil of clouds. He found himself eying Crystal Academy again, shaking his head before he turned away, trying to figure out the quickest way to get to a mirror before he let this place freak him out anymore than it already had.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 12:37 pm
Crystal was her territory. It was what she knew. The halls were paths she'd traversed a hundred times, maybe thousands. Through the gloom of the night the Squire wasn't afraid because each stone was familiar. The night was slow, not very busy, and for that Kyndall was happy. Her mind was spinning in too many different directions recently and her head was not in the game if there was trouble.
Of course thinking that automatically meant there had to be trouble and she picked up the power signature as she moved forward over the landscape. She leaped on top of the dumpster and then onto the roof of the cafeteria and then from there up to the second story landing and onto the roof. She was momentarily silhouetted by the moonlight but unless you were looking for something she hoped she was unnoticeable.
Kyn crouched down and peered over the lip of the roof, peering down at the front of the school. He was easy to spot standing indecisive in front of her territory, staring as if he couldn't tell what to do next. What she knew was that he was on the wrong side and that he was in her neck of the woods. If any of the students had been there they would have been in danger.
Despite not wanting to fight any Negaverse member directly since her run in with Benitoite Shalott couldn't turn a blind eye. She jumped down to the large overhang covering the school steps and then landed lightly on the ground, still feeling her stomach in her throat every time she did that. Now she was bold as she moved forward, wanting to be noticed, her garland draped over her shoulders.
"Hey!"
At least she wasn't going to pick a fight just yet.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 1:16 am
The tingle of an order aligned warrior had caught Remarque’s attention well before he’d seen Shalott, and his eyes drifted to the squire. He had been near to calling for her to show herself and stop hiding like a cowards when she strolled out and very boldly forced him to acknowledge her presence.
She was someone he’d never met before, that much was for certain. The knights he’d meant were limited in number, though one thing remained constant among them: he didn’t like knights.
“Yeah,” he greeted, seeming mildly uninterested in the woman. “Hey. What do you want?”
If he had known why he’d ended up wandering here, he might have been a little more receptive of company, though he compared this instance to being caught with your pants down; he was in unfamiliar territory, being confronted by an unfamiliar enemy…
Remarque wasn’t one to be caught ashamed or embarrassed however, and for as unnerved or awkward he should have felt, it wasn’t there. He was in a sort of monotonous mood, and the present of a knight, while relatively interesting, hadn’t been enough to pique his interest—yet.
Though, in considering why she was here every bit as much as wondering why he was here, he supposed perhaps it was a good thing he’d wandered into the area; at the very least, tonight was different.
Different was promising.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 9:09 am
"You have wings on your butt."
And not the white wings she'd seen on senshi before. He looked kind of like a senshi, sort of, but felt like chaos. Maybe that meant he used to be a senshi in the proper way. If that was true maybe he could be saved somehow. Kyn liked the idea of saving people on the other side much more than beating them to a pulp. Her heart wasn't in it to do that. She looked at the wings again, violet eyes flicking to them.
Maybe he was sensitive about his butt wings.
It certainly signified that he was more powerful than she was but she knew that from his power signature. All over her eyes were appraising. He was young. Not teenage young but young enough that she couldn't pinpoint him to a certain age. He could surprise her. She'd been surprised in the past.
"I'm Shalott, Squire of Earth. You are?"
She held out her hand as a courtesy, an early olive branch in the quest to not be obliterated. If it came down to it she'd fight (and it probably would knowing her luck) but it wasn't her initial reaction. She had hope yet that he could be helped though Camelot warned her this wasn't often the case. She didn't want to set herself up for heartache and failure like she had with Benitoite.
No, she told herself, this was entirely different.
"I'm kind of hoping you haven't been out gathering energy tonight because then I'll have to ask you to give it back. You won't want to and then we'll get into a fight and we'll both be injured and no one wants that, right?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 12:52 pm
A little smirk curled onto his face, though he disguised it as a smile. “Oh, you don’t have to worry, I don’t imagine it’ll work out like that.”
As Shalott gave him a look over, he did the same thing. She was weaker then him, judging by her power level. Far more petite. Not as young as most of the other knights he’d run into. The way he saw it, he had the upper hand on nearly all fields. He imagined he could afford taking a few risks around Shalott, and if something went sour—well. Sure, they could fight. He didn’t know how much damage she could do, but at the very least he could guarantee that she’d be leaving worse off than him.
The smile on his face betrayed none of his internal workings; he extended a hand to meet hers, offering a firm shake.
“You would be only the second of Earth that I have met, Shalott. I am Eternal Sailor Remarque,” he introduced, speaking with pride, “Dark Mirror Senshi of Puppetry.”
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 2:13 pm
"Let me guess. That would be Camelot, wouldn't it?"
Her fiance knew damn near everyone, it seemed, on both sides. Everyone she met knew about him or had met him at some point. She wasn't surprised, and yet she was, to hear he'd met this dark mirror senshi. Whatever that was. She was woefully ignorant of other Earth knights out in existence. She should probably make more of an effort to meet them but never had.
He seemed cocky. She would pass it off as the arrogance of youth but those butt wings seemed to tell another story.
"Puppetry, huh?"
There would have been something witty attached to that if she cared enough to make a remark. Instead she took his words as admission that he'd been stealing energy and sighed softly to herself. Why did they always choose the hard way? Why couldn't just one of them admit they're caught and let it go for a night?
"I guess this means you have no intentions of giving it back."
He might kick her a** but she had a trick or two up her sleeve. Even a power she hadn't used yet but knew she could activate through her garland.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 2:55 pm
Remarque ignored Shalott’s inquiry about Camelot; to be fair, he’d never actually met Camelot while he was powered up, though he had met the male enough times while he was still in his civilian form that he was familiar with the male.
“Oh, come now,” Remarque said, dropping his hand from the Squire’s. “Do I really look like some big bad guy or something? Do I look like a guy that’s been running around gathering energy? Tonight I thought it would be nice to just get some fresh air. Wounded up wandering into the area. Besides, this place doesn’t exactly seem to be crawling with life.”
He moved to rest his hands on his hips again as he looked at the school, wondering what about it had seemed so eerie before. “Besides. Unless you have a manner by which to return energy, I don’t think returning energy is even possible.”
He tilted his head at the knight. “Have you deduced some way to do so or are you just making demands that can’t possible be met? You knights seem so keen to do that, I’ve noticed.”
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 11:10 am
"It's kind of what your kind does."
She'd only met one other DMC senshi and that hadn't...well, she felt dirty and horrible after it was finished. He'd been so innocent and naive and she just felt bad for trying to beat him up even if he was doing the right thing. But then, of course, she'd met youma and Benitoite and knew that's what his side did. Though he had a point about it being all but abandoned.
"Well..."
When he insulted her faction, though, she felt a rush to defend their honor. In her eyes they were the only ones truly out for the people and not for themselves or some other agenda. She felt strongly about this and would not let his comments slide.
"We keep people safe. That's our job and I take my responsibility very seriously. It's your power. I'm sure you can give as well as take."
She grinned sweetly but moved her hands to her hips, ready to defend if she needed to. It would probably come to that. It usually did when she met met members of the Negaverse. Sure, she was acting a little too confident considering but she hoped the master of puppetry didn't have much in the way of combat skills. That was the hope, anyway...
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 1:48 pm
"Maybe. There’s not too much I can’t do,” he shrugged. There was probably some way to return the energy, though once the mirror wraiths had taken their fill and gone back to mirrorspace, Remarque was convincedh e was done with them. At that point in time, they’d done their job and he’d made sure to secure energy for Ares. What was he supposed to do to get it back, waltz into mirrorspace and demand it?”
“But why would I want to? It’s not like anyone is really missing it,” he said with a shrug. “In fact, you should be thanking me for cleaning up the streets.”
Remarque kept his eyes on the knight; she clearly disapproved of his practices, and he knew that knights of all factions were crafty. He could find himself manipulating the Senshi, trying to open their minds to the Dark Mirror Senshi in hopes that one day they would find themselves realizing the error of their ways. Knights? The most they could do is try and get into the Negaverse, but even then Remarque had his doubts about the current alliance. He simply hadn’t had enough experiences with the Negaverse to put much faith in them.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 11:59 am
"I'm afraid I have to insist."
As she had before and would again whenever she came across the Negaverse, or in this case the Dark Mirror Court. She didn't trust them and though she was not about to go around picking fights with the Negaverse she had to defend people. She needed to protect innocent people like her daughter. Like the people she taught, she knew.
"Don't make me hurt you." Or be hurt, whichever.
Not that it mattered but she had a boyfriend that didn't enjoy seeing her hurt and she had a hard time explaining the injuries to her daughter. This whole secret identity thing sucked but she couldn't put her daughter in danger and she couldn't allow herself to stand idly by and let back things happen.
"Cleaning up the streets? Is that what you think you do?"
It was nearly laughable, certainly insane to think and worse if he actually believed it. He stole something important from people! Nevermind that it seemed to replenish over time. It was the principle of the thing. Would he think it was so harmless while he lay there stunned and finding it hard to move?
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 9:52 pm
Remarque quirked a brow at the Squire. Ah, knights. So ridiculously naïve. “That is exactly what I do. On top of prepare for a new, better world, I clean up the filthy streets of this one. Nothing is as black and white as your kind seems to like to make it, Shalott.” He seemed just the slightest bit annoyed, as though this were a trivial matter he’d had to explain time and time again and had finally gotten to the end of his rope. With a slightly overdramatic sigh, he folded his arms across his chest and looked at the older woman.
“You try to simply things that are complex for a reason. Why is it so difficult for you to believe that just because I am sided opposite of you that I am incapable of doing anything other than pure evil? Do you think that we wander around the streets at night, preying on children and kittens? Is it so implausible that I might have morals? We’re not storybook villains like you paint us to be. But, by all means. If you’d like to fight, go ahead,” he said, quite pleased with the idea of taunting her. He hadn’t met a knight yet who wasn’t in some way deranged, and if she wanted to join the numbers he’d left in his wake, so be it. She wasn’t some child, she seemed to be a grown woman, capable of making an educated decision.
And if she wanted a tussle with him, he’d make sure she left here getting just that.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 8:34 am
Shalott's eyes sparkled when he gave his little speech, watching him hem and haw and sigh in what she considered to be a childish way, like a child who is trying to explain why he doesn't want to clean his room. As if it should be obvious to everyone that messy is better. Clearly, some things are not so simple. While a room can be messy for a while let it build up for too long and you have chaos on your hands. She smirked.
"I don't think you are pure evil. I never accused you of harming children or kittens. It's very possible that you have some code you follow. That's why I'm asking you to give what you've stolen back. I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt."
If Benitoite was any indication. She flinched to think of him. Then he continued on.
He was trying to goad her. How amusing! If he thought her some weak woman he'd be sorely mistaken. If he thought her naive or battle shy he'd be mistaken there, too. In many ways fighting Benitoite haunted her, made her think twice but in others it hardened her heart. She was trying to compel herself not to see the members of the Negaverse as people. As people she might know. She could only think of them as who they presented themselves as. Anything else was not up to her.
"So you refuse, then?" To give back the energy, she meant. "Very well."
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 9:49 pm
Remarque’s eyes narrowed. “Even if I had gathered energy tonight, I’d refuse. Just to spite you.”
He could tolerate a conversation, but this hardly seemed that. This was a knight who seemed driven to make demands. He wasn’t sure there was any way to reason with them if they weren’t willing to understand his stance on things. He didn’t gather energy just because it was fun. He did it for a purpose.
A glorious, righteous purpose that they were either too stupid or too lazy to acknowledge.
But it didn’t matter. The Dark Mirror Court had no use for knights, and Remarque tolerated them—to an extent.
“What do you care? It’s not like you can do anything with the energy I’d have gathered. Unless,” he allowed a smirk to grow on his face. “You’re the sort of knight that plays goody-goody and is really just in it for herself?”
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 10:37 am
Shalott rolled her eyes to show exactly what she thought of -that- idea. She was every inch the goody goody she presented as when it came to this subject. Sure, she was shallow and selfish occasionally but she was also a protector of the innocent.
And she just really wanted to punch him for what he said. Jerk. So what if he looked younger than he by a bit? That didn't make him any less of a jerk or any less hittable.
"I just want you to give it Back!"
She lunged on the word back, throwing a timed and aimed punch to his side to place damage while not actually doing anything lasting. She couldn't bring herself to do anything she knew would last beyond the battle into their day to day beside bruises and sore muscles. She was constantly reminded that these were people with families, lives, and she might even know and care for them. But, maybe if she did this she could luck into getting the energy back to its rightful owners as she had with Benitoite. Or, maybe, it would just make her feel better, like she'd done something useful.
She, like him, could not see another side but her own. As far as she was concerned he was hurting people and that wasn't right. And, as far as he was concerned she was wrong and uptight. But she didn't think about that right now.
Now that she knew what her magic could do she knew it wouldn't be very useful to her cause. Wrapping his legs in vines to slow his progress was fine when she had a partner but not when she was going solo. If he had an ability even remotely useful she might be in over her head.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 8:53 pm
Punching was something Remarque could appreciate. Soemtimes a good punch spoke better than any collection of words. A pounch could tell you a lot about a person, in addition to a damn fine impact.
He was no mind reader, but Shalott’s punch told him that she was either lucky, had bad aim, or wasn’t really aiming to hurt him. With the way the conversation had been going and the fact that she seemed like a slightly older woman, he suspected it could have been any of the three.
While Remarque was used to blows to the face and torso, he only took what hits were necessary. Or what hits he just couldn’t dodge. Shalott’s punch was one he should have been able to dodge, though he underestimated her range. Thankfully, he definitely knew his range.
Drawing his arm back, Remarque made a fist and aimed for the Squire’s temple while she was still within range. “Give it up, I’m not giving you anything,” he growled as he swung his fis towards her.
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