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 Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 3:14 pm
Trashcans tipped over and owls hooted from the elms planted along the street. High-rise buildings blocked the moon, but Medea could still see a few stars. Why are you so faint? she thought. Why are you so far away? At least patrolling felt somewhat easier--she didn't shudder with every rustling bush or hide when residents opened doors. Perhaps it would grow even simpler: Maybe all her enemies would fall at the hands of other Senshi until only a few remained...
That's pretty grim, she thought, turning her attention to the empty street. Especially considering how you like to flirt with them. Oh that was bad. She couldn't imagine how Acubens would react if she knew Medea toyed with the enemy. Acubens would never ever do that, and she would be so disappointed...
She stopped under a streetlight and sighed.
At least it's quiet...litian Sorry about the delay! ;n;
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 3:45 pm
The quiet was disrupted by an strange kind of noise, not quite mechanical, definitely not a normal street noise... it clicked and whirred and hissed, a sound that evoked not a motor so much as something other. Something Eldritch, and with it came the prickle of Chaos energies. The rider that pulled into view a little down the road however, looked almost so mundane, however, that it might even be a little disappointing that he did not sport tentacles or wings, or at least a reasonable set of flaming horns from his riding helmet, or maybe an extra set of arms from his black and orange leathers. He looked normal enough anyway. At least Until it was realized that he was, in fact, the source of the dark energy. The motorcycle, low slung and dark, revved... or... something like it, still a curiously alive sound, and the rider sat back, pulling off his helmet to frown at Medea, then smirk. "Well well, baby senshi. At least they aren't sending out the kindergarteners tonight. Seriously how desperate do you have to be for that s**t?" She looked younger than he was, but at least she wasn't a teenager, or a tweener. Not that he wouldn't have welcomed the chance to run Ixion up a flag pole. He still hadn't forgiven the Chibi. Forgiving wasn't his strong suite. "They tell you yet what you're in for, Baby Senshi? I mean seriously, what are you? Senshi of Lace? You going to Doiley me into submission?" Honestly he never knew what to make of some of the Senshi uniforms. Better them than him. elza magica Her fuku is actually adorable,
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 5:05 pm
"UM." Medea turned beet red. The outfit chose her! She only liked lace in moderation--honest! Doileys were never cool unless they came with cute little chinaware and boxed sets of brand-name tea. She crossed her arms over her chest and backed away. "I--um--I don't always--um--dress...like...this. And pink, or gold, really--not really pink--is kind of...refined? Maybe?"
Don'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcry, she thought, glancing around the neighborhood for an exit, but too focused on not crying and his comments about her lacy dress to find one. With each second, her vision grew blurrier. She looked inward for strength--to reflect on her skills and experience--but only thought, This insecurity might kill me one day.
"Is something...wrong with your bike?"
She wanted to melt into the earth with embarrassment.Ryuthulhu Haha, thank you. c: She's soo insecure. <3
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 5:56 pm
Realgar raised one eyebrow slightly as he considered the young woman ahead of him, and the glisten of barely held back tears in the light of the street lamp. Lord she should have been giftwrapped with a tag that said Take my Starseed. "Wrong with..." He glanced at Redline and grinned. "Oh it's fine. It's just not a..." He laughed. "Civilian model." Had she even encountered a youma yet? Maybe she thought all of the chaos she felt was coming from him. "Hun, I know you don't always dress like that. I've been doing this game longer than you have, and I bet you I got a little more sign on information than you did." And a fair share of other information he bet she didn't have yet either. "You working with anyone Chantilly?" Seriously this had to be a set up, right? Someone was waiting to henshin up around the corner... right? "Or are you just having a really awful night?" elza magica ((He's referencing Chantilly Lace, both the song and the actual type of lace. <3 Not retagging Lilitan because I don't want to spam them with notifications.
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 6:30 pm
Realgar's expression cued her into her disheveled, weepy look. She must have seemed a mess--a puffy-skirted, teary girl wandering the night. Certainly a Senshi, a champion of justice, never cried at a stranger's remarks. Senshi expressed righteous fury, and when insulted, they fought or ignored (they were so above petty retaliation). Medea, though, barely started, so she excused her tears, attributing them to inexperience. But how am I supposed to make it through battle if I can't even sustain a conversation? She wondered. Ughh come on. This is silly. Pull it together.
"That seems suspicious," she said cautiously and with a slight laugh. She feared he would bombard her with even more insults (How sharp they were!), but what other model would his bike be? Perhaps all was not what it seemed...but still new (and dense) to her Senshi abilities, Medea couldn't detect anything off about this man or his bike except the tiny, nagging feeling of danger.
Being harassed by chatty bikers seriously threw off her game, but the lack of insults somewhat calmed her. Maybe he was one of the nice bikers who rebelled against an oppressive, etiquette-mandating culture for individuality and unconventional, but equally effective social standards? If that was so, perhaps they could reach an understanding and be friends.
Medea smiled at the thought: Friennnnds.
Friends = No insults.
If biker-man becomes friend, then no insults from biker man!
No insults from biker man, then happy happy happy!
This caused her to drastically misinterpret the Agent of Chaos.
"Oh, no! I'm alone, but I guess I could use a lift." She laughed. "I don't like taking rides from strangers, though. Could I get a name?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 5:23 am
It was like an early Christmas present, a baby senshi who totally disregarded the prickling of suspicion. And unless she was more well versed in minerals than she was in motorcycles, he'd be surprised if she was familiar with the Ruby of Arsenic. He hadn't been. "I race, it's not regular street bike." He explained, flashing that thin white line of a smile again. It very much wasn't, but no need to explain that just yet. She'd figure it out. "So if I give you my name I'm not a stranger?" He joked, deciding to take a page from Zinkenite's book and play along. He wasn't sure how he'd do, he wasn't a stealthy man, but it was worth a try. Anyway his officer name didn't have the obvious 'ite' suffix. She might not realize at all until she was on Redline, trapped and moving at high speed. "It's Realgar. Where do you need a lift to?" He asked, trying to tap reserves of civility and not being a crabby b*****d that he hadn't attempted since... well... he thought maybe since he'd taken Dahlia out for pizza. "And are you going to introduce yourself, Chantilly? Or am I the one giving rides to random strangers?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 9:30 am
Okay...This was okay. He didn't seem quite so mean anymore. She looked like one of the terrorists on the Channel 6 news, so perhaps he felt he had the right to insult her and demonstrate his disdain for evildoers? A hasty decision that would be, but still, even that made sense: Racers banked on their hasty decisions.
Yes, that explained his knowledge of Sailor Senshi. He probably studied the news--to protect himself from them. Did she acknowledge the chance that he might actually belong to the Negaverse and wanted to hurt her very, very badly?
Sure, but he could have from the second he rolled up in his dark motorcycle, and he didn't, so why would he now?
It wasn't like the bike was a trap or anything.
Its rev just sounded a bit...strange?
Yeah.
"Realgar." She grinned. This was going well! "I like it! It sounds kind of Medieval. Was your family deeply interested in history?" Was he a fellow intellectual? Oh, she hoped so! "My name is Medea, you know, like the sorceress-killer of kings? I just need a ride back to campus."
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:24 am
"Midaeval? I guess it could be. I never asked." He admitted. "I've always been more interested in machines." That was true enough. He rubbed a gloved hand over Redline's 'tank', tense, and not sure that this could possibly be this easy, and yet there it was. How could people like this be the threat that had rousted them from the Surrounding? The last people who had raised any kind of threat to them had been the Blood Moon Court, and they had largely become the Dark Moon court... alies. He jammed a mental thumb down on the small creeping doubt that tried to escape into his thoughts and smiled again. "Medea huh? I'll have to look that up. Good thing I'm no king. Redline was itching to move, he could tell, but he gestured instead for her to climb on behind him. "I'd have brought a second helmet if I was expecting to give someone a lift. Do you want to borrow mine?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 12:48 pm
"Oh really? You'd love this abandoned factory I just visited," she said. Maybe he'll pick up on the invitation... "It's always fascinating to reflect on old tech and look at the computers and cars and jets we have today. Who would've imagined we'd even create something as sleek as your motorcycle?"
He smiled! She really liked his smile--she felt as though she earned it. See, she reasoned, there are benefits to chatting with strangers. Now you don't have to walk back to DCU!
Though, she never rode on a motorcycle before, and felt a bit nervous about falling off or vehicles trailing behind. "Under those circumstances, I'm glad you're not a king too," she said, climbing onto the seat. "This is so new to me, and I really appreciate the ride."
And a gentleman! He even offered her his helmet. He placed her safety above his--why would an enemy possibly do that? He must be a civilian, she thought.
"Thanks for the offer," she said. "Only if you're sure."
She felt safe.
This was good.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 2:11 pm
"I'm sure." He answered, handing he the smokey black helmet to her. The doubt was still there, writhing like a mouse that hadn't been killed when the trap slammed shut, but looming over it were Duty and Consequences. Bad enough without the imp of Thrill whispering encouragement. Starseeds felt like hummingbirds in your grip. "You can't be too careful in D.C. these days." That was when a tentacle snaked out from under the hub of the tire, slipping out to silently attempt to grasp her ankles and pin her in place. "And I don't know if it's Medieval, but Realgar is a mineral. A poisonous one. They call it the Ruby of Arsenic." He added, still in position to hand her the helmet as he deliberately met her gaze, waiting for the revelation to sink in. "Like I said. You really can't be too careful." elza magica Ok I think that was the CREEPIEST Realgar post I have written yet.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 4:22 pm
"Oh um." She felt quite taken aback by the gaze, and this talk of poison? What did he imply? The mood shifted so fast, and then the tentacles tightened around her ankles. She gasped. "Realgar!"
Oh this was bad. This was really, really bad. He had a youma? She'd never seen a youma work with someone before. Is this why Senshi don't like the Negaverse! Did he just use their conversation to bring her closer? Did he actually enjoy their chat at all? Because they pull stunts like this?
"But I..." She couldn't finish the thought. She stared, shocked, at the captain. "We..."
She shook her head and attempted to swing her legs, hoping to kick off the tentacles.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 5:12 pm
Today would be a patrol day. It was something that Marlin had decided in the afternoon, somewhere in between ringing up a princess costume for a kid looking for something to wear to a fancy dress party and tidying up the stock. He closed the shop at the normal time, but had only headed up to the flat above long enough to feed and water the tomato plants in the pots on his little balcony before heading out for the evening. One safe place later and Marlin had been replaced with his powered alter-ego - Falias. It had been quiet to start and on a whim Falias had been examining the mistletoe sprig that supposedly acted as his weapon - fat good that it did - the little bells tinkling as the thing swung from the ribbon. At some point he had passed from the shop lined streets to the alleys behind, high-rise buildings lining each side of the street, blocking out all but the sky up above. It was about there that he had picked up on the auras, the warmth of the order aura and two that were most definately not order auras. The chaotic auras had made him hesitate at first, one of the two strong - stronger than his own, and then he'd realised that the third seemed to be almost on top of the other two and had found himself altering his steps in an attempt to head in the direction that he was sensing the auras from. He reached the scene in time to see a purple haired woman appearing to struggle against something, there was a blonde haired man there too dressed in some sort of dark uniform. One of the dark auras was coming from the blonde, although he couldn't be sure of the location of the second given the only other thing there seemed to be a motorcycle. "Hey let her go!" Falias may have only been a Page for four months, but his encounters with the other side had not been positive and his automatic assumption was that the blonde had something to do with the purple-haired woman's struggles
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 5:30 pm
"Captain. Realgar." he corrected, hoping it would get the unpleasant taste of this conversation out of his mouth, but it didn't. He rather thought he preferred his usual method of attack. Direct to punching. People either ran or fought back, things were settled pretty quickly. None of this... deception. Redline's tentacles were not strong enough to hold for long, but it had many of them, each grabbing as one was shaken off, determined to have a prize tonight. It's predatory instincts perhaps stronger than it's master at this time. Realgar's eyes, grim and resigned as Media protested, lit up almost fever bright however as Falias approached. "Oh? You're going to make me then I suppose?" He demanded, and the grin he flashed this time was much wider, hungrier. "Come on and fight me then. I like that much better anyway." He demanded, sliding off the back of the Youma and flicking his fingers a beckoning gesture toward Falias. "Let's see what you've got... can you fight or are they throwing more children at the gears of war in the hopes one of you gums up the works with your ground up bones?" It was a bitter snarl, though it was hard to tell if he resented being part of the gears, or if he resented those doing the throwing, or perhaps both.
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 8:22 pm
Oh. Medea's heart sank. There were formalities now, and formalities suggested distance (as well as his alliance. How unfortunate!). She kicked off the tentacles and hopped off the motorcycle. She studied the newcomer. Pink hair. She narrowed her gaze. Fragility? Friendship? Youth? I've read too many books with pink roses. Maybe he's ironically pink. Maybe he's also against Senshi...
Then, he cried out in her defense.
Yay! A hero!
And what did that mean...?
*A friend!*
Medea's eyes lit up. She considered running in front of the newcomer and outstretching her arms. Call her naive! Call her a pacifist! Even though Realgar betrayed her, maybe they could work out a truce? It wasn't unheard of for countries that poured toxic waste into each other's rivers or burned down each other's city districts. Friendship could overcome everything!
But no.
She felt far too much fear.
She ran from the motorcycle and she ducked behind the pink-haired one, digging her fingers into his shoulders.
"Everything will be okay in the end?" she whispered to him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 2:56 pm
"Yes" Falias said simply to the dark clad blonde. Or at least he was going to try. He knew enough about auras to know that the other was stronger and that wasn't taking into account the at this point relatively unknown factor that was the second dark aura that he'd picked on. Still he had to try - he couldn't just leave the purple-haired woman. He clenched a fist, planning to try and rush the other. Only to be caught by surprise as the woman managed to free herself from whatever it was that she'd been struggling against and ducked behind him, wincing slightly as her fingers dug into his shoulders. "Be careful" he warned her quietly. "I don't think he's the only one here. There's something else out there." He watched the blonde as he spoke - he had the feeling the other wasn't going to let them go without a fight.
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