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 Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 11:49 am
Vesuvius hadn't met a lot of others like himself yet. He'd been doing this patrolling thing for a while and he'd met some people, mostly bad and a few senshi but aside from Camelot who introduced him to this whole thing and Celsus who helped him dust a youma he didn't see a hell of a lot of knights running around. No one else from Pluto. Was he the only one?
These were his thoughts. No singing or drinking tonight, just kind of a quiet contemplation until the youma tackled him from behind. SONOVABITCH! Where the hell had that thing come from and why wasn't he on top of it? Not that he wanted to be on top of it but the thought was the same. Youma on back = bad time.
He reached up and threw the thing off, feeling the load on his body lighten. Vesuvius didn't have time for thoughts of relief, though, as he rolled back to his feet. The small lumpy thing made a hissing sound and he looked a little disgusted. His outfit was dirty and he was pretty sure he was bleeding cause if not he didn't want to know what the wet feeling on his back actually was.
"Alright you bugger, come at me!"
Maybe Celsus was right. Maybe taunting helped after all. These creatures didn't seem very bright to begin with. Still, this was the first one he was facing on his own and that wasn't a bright prospect. He cursed up a sailor's storm and planted his feet as the youma charged again, leaping at him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 12:01 pm
Luxor was not sure why he decided to power up tonight. He had not done so very much and certainly not on his own, to go out and 'patrol', or whatever it was he was supposed to do. Maybe he wanted to see more about this magic he was supposed to have, and this history of his. He had been given the idea that there was something heroic in him, like something more than just being a pawn in a game.
He wanted to see if he could embrace it the way she had described it. She seemed so passionate about it... it had to be more than what he was seeing.
Luxor was only vaguely aware of the feeling of another knight nearby, though he at least could tell that it was a good aura and not a bad one. Someone from his side of the fence, he supposed. He moved toward it, cautiously, knowing that if he could feel it, it could feel him.
He saw the monster first, then followed its line of sight to the knight that was fighting it. What was that thing? He'd never seen a youma before, and he was quickly seeing that things were even more complicated. Every time he powered up they seemed to get more and more so.
It really made him want to just stop doing that, despite what the cat girl had said.
He hesitated, not sure if he should join in.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 12:16 pm
Vesuvius was bowled over as the youma charged again and was close to snapping jaws as she struggled with it on the ground. His weapon wasn't useful in the slightest so any advantage he had was going to be strictly mental. Unless he found a decent branch to wield which in a park was probably likely as soon as he got this blasted thing off his chest.
The energy signature was pretty easy to pick up because it wasn't too far from him and because it was like him, the same grade so to speak. Which was good cause the good guys were supposed to band together and beat up disgusting nuisances like this, weren't they? His eyes darted to the trees to the knight near them. In one last move he threw the youma off of him and scrambled to his feet.
"I know you're there! Stop dawdling and HELP ME!"
Vesuvius was used to weird, strange, and just about every level of ******** up (or so he thought) that people could throw at him by now.
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 12:56 pm
Luxor looked surprised when the other yelled at him, though he supposed he would be yelling too if he was under attack. The youma did not look very friendly at all. And it was not acting that way, either.
He summoned his glove, but it was hardly anything more than a covering for his hand. He moved to do what he could to help, though, running over and pulling his hand back in an effort to take a swing at the youma.
He was a tough guy, but he was not much for violence unless he lost his temper. He was a bit like the Hulk in that way, only made for fighting when he was good and angry. Not that he was a wuss or a scientist when he wasn't angry, but he was very calm. He would rather work than deal with people at all.
"What do you need me to do?" he said, as the youma bounced away from him and circled around, growling, readying for another attack. It was not sure which one of them to target now, its instincts telling it to destroy them both.
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 11:08 pm
"Keep this blasted thing off of me!"
Vesuvius wasn't much good to anyone on the ground with the youma on top of him trying to get his energy or take his life. Neither one was particularly favorable to the pirate looking page. When the youma was thrown he was back on his feet, his eyes frantically looking for something that might be useful: a branch or something strong enough to thrash the quick little youma. Nothing immediately came into view.
"I don't suppose you have something more useful than I have."
He gestured to the plastic sword hanging on his hip. So far he didn't think he'd actually ever drawn the thing from its holder. There was no need to. It wasn't impressive. It wasn't useful. It wasn't even all that interesting to look at. It was like something a kid got at a carnival. With the rest of his outfit looking pretty authentic it was kind of embarrassing to know -that- was his weapon.
"That thing's gonna keep coming til we put it down. We just have to beat the crap out of it."
No sooner did he say that then the youma came charging again at Luxor this time, trying to get someone to stay down.
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 12:29 pm
Luxor did not need much more than that. He followed the others lead and moved into the fight. It was hard to feel like he was a real fighter when he was wearing so very little, but then, he supposed boxers and wrestlers often fought in just their underwear. He was wearing a skirt of some sort, but it was close enough.
He looked at his glove, then looked at Vesuvius. The other knight was about to be sorely disappointed.
"I think your swords is better than my glove," he said apologetically, though his tone was very bland and it would take a lot of effort to hear anything other than indifference when he spoke. And in the middle of a battle, it was unlikely to go heard. He knew that this youma did not look like it was just going to give up and dust itself, though, so they had to do something.
"I'll grab on to it," he said in that same tone as before, as the monster came at him. He planted his feet and let it jump on him, wrapping his muscular arms around it and wrestling with it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 11:02 pm
So apparently all was weak on the weapon front. What the hell kind of super hero program was this? A plastic sword, a glove. What next? A piece of sheet paper? Yeesh. It was a good thing Pappy always taught Flynn that if the dam blocked his path he better create a new one. Adapt and improvise, that was the key.
Vesuvius blessed Pappy, rest his soul, as he spotted a branch nearby. By the tone of his companion Page's voice he wasn't sure how the kid could be so blood calm at a time like this. He even managed to sound uninterested as the youma snapped at their feet.
The beast managed to get Luxor on the ground as Flynn reached for the branch. It growled at the Page and snapped its jaws and tried to latch onto one of the arms that now held it in place. Luckily, this was not his first youma so he knew just what to do. Whack the crap out of it and keep whacking until it started breaking apart into dust. That's what he'd done with Camelot and that's what he planned to do now.
"I've done this before, don't worry." He wasn't sure how reassuring that was for the other man to hear. "I just have to beat it half way to hell. Try and hold it still."
If he didn't he was likely to get hit as Vesuvius swung the branch for a first hit.
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 11:36 am
Luxor kept his calm as best he could by force of will: he did not generally have a lot of patience to spare, so it was just better for him to enter a situation as calmly as possible, as he knew that it would always end with his temper exploding.
He had a very bad temper.
Luxor nodded his head at the others plan, not sure that he really liked having to spend more time with the youma than possible, but it was fine. He always did what he had to do: he was a dedicated worker and he was not the type to shy away from a task just because it was unfavorable to him.
He pinned the youma as best he could, as it struggled against him for all it was worth. He was doing his best to hold it down still though, as directed, since the last thing he wanted at the moment was to get hit by Vesuvius' attack. They were supposed to be on the same side, helping one another, so they both had to pull their own weight.
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 10:26 pm
Donovan bashed the youma pretty good with his branch, prompting the thing to hiss and thrash tremendously. He felt sorry for Luxor who got stuck with a pretty crappy job. The monster tried anything to get away, moving to bite or claw the one who held it until he let go and it could hide or retaliate. It was not prepared to face two knights tonight.
Vesuvius tried to bash it again before it squirmed its way free, darting into the bushes. He moved to help Luxor up, offering his hand to get the guy off the ground. He looked annoyed, but determined now to finish what he started.
"The thing can't take much more, I don't think. We have to flush him out of those bushes."
He handed the branch to the other knight thinking he'd done enough of the dangerous work for the night. He would take equal responsibility.
"I'll go in and see if I can't get it out again. When I do hit it good."
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 2:48 pm
Luxor did not seem to mind his job. He was the type who did what he was meant to do, when he was meant to do it. He knew that he needed to hold this youma down, and he was determined to do that to the best of his ability, until it turned into dust like the other ones had.
He was learning that some of these monsters had different defenses and stamina, though he had not fought enough yet to know how to tell how strong one was over the other.
The youma got away from him and he frowned, pushing himself up and accepting Vesuvius' help as he got to his feet. He nodded his head, looking toward the bushes.
"Alright," he said, bracing himself and looking seriously at the bushes, waiting for the youma to come back out. He had the branch in his hand and he was ready to end the fight, if he could.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 12:29 pm
Vesuvius was not the type to do anything gracefully, really, and hardly stopped to plan in the heat of the moment. He nearly charged into the thicket of bushes going in after the youma to a loud growl of protest from the beast. It had not wanted to be followed and it certainly did not want to be flushed out as the knight was so desperately trying to do to be hit on some more.
The youma fought back, swiping claws at the Page's boots and lower pant legs. It managed to rake its claws across his skin and the man gave a strangled cry of pain, blood seeping from the cuts immediately.
"Blast it all!" he yelped, thrusting the youma out of the bushes before he could even give a thought to the fact that he was putting his arms and hands very near the things mouth and claws. At least out of the bushes Luxor could do some good and he could try to stop the bleeding from his leg.
He stumbled out of the thicket after the creature and sat down in the grass wary and weary both. This was not turning into a fun night.
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 3:02 pm
Luxor saw the youma emerge and slammed the branch down on its head as hard as he could. When he fought he had a kind of Hulk style to him. It was not the most refined or slick of styles, but it certainly got the job done. Smashing things was, as of yet, an effective method of defeating them. He could do flips and run rather fast when he needed to, but he preferred to not, if he had the choice.
Really, bludgeoning things was his preferred method, but being given a glove as his 'weapon' really hampered that.
The youma, at least, exploded into dust when its head was smashed in by the branch, effectively ending the formerly endless chase. He sighed and dropped the wooden stick, looking over at the other Page and noticing that he had gotten injured.
"Are you alright?" he asked quietly, his voice bland, not even the adrenaline from the fight hitting his face or his tone. He offered his hand to the other, though, in case he needed a hand up. He didn't see the source of the blood, but hopefully it wasn't too bad.
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 12:28 am
Vesuvius preferred a good brawl. He wasn't the weapons bludgeoning sort but was finding that a fistfight with a youma tended to be far more dangerous than simply beating it to death. He had his own unique set of skills but hardly thought challenging the monster to a drinking contest would be effective.
With a little more struggle between the two of them the yoma turned to dust to float on a phantom breeze. He was hurt, his leg was bleeding, but at least the large issue of the night was handled. He took a deep sucking breath as Luxor dropped the branch. He wanted a beer and a woman. And maybe a bandage.
"Not bad."
He wanted to think he'd softened the beast up for his companion and started that whole dust process but that was probably just his pride puffing up. After all, his companion didn't appear hurt and yet there he was with a gash down his leg. And leave it to the sonovabitch to still sound like he was calm as houses. He shook his head and chuckled.
"I'll be fine. Takes more than this to put me down. You should see the other guy!"
Leave it to him for bad jokes after something like that.
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 1:43 am
Luxor nodded his head stoically, not looking at all as excited as he actually did feel. He had adrenaline coursing through him and he was flipping out on the inside about dusting the youma, but his face was absolutely blank. It might have even looked bored, but that was an emotion and those were not showing up in his expression.
He watched the other and nodded his head, presumably believing that Vesuvius was as fine as he said he was.
"The other guy is dust," he said, nodding his head and almost seeming to make a joke, but it fell flat. He sighed and dusted off his small cloth that passed as pants in this egyptian style. He mostly had the dust on his actual skin, so he'd need to take a bath to get rid of it.
"Thank you for your help," he said with a polite nod of his head, "You make a good ally."
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