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 Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 8:04 am
"She loves me, she loves me not..."
There was a small pile of petals sitting in front of Ashur that evening, half of the flowers he'd picked earlier as he passed through some stranger's garden having already been victimized by the Page's boredom. The park he'd decided to sit and screw off in while on patrol was particularly devoid of anything even remotely suspicious. Not unless you considered a busted bulb in one of the lamps as noteworthy, which the teen didn't.
So there he sat, quietly messing with a large handful of various types of flowers -- he made sure to at least pick ones that didn't look too appealing -- and keeping to himself. It was much better than the alternative of angst-ing over his frustrations with both his civilian and his powered life. For nineteen, he felt he had too many problems. Or maybe just a few but they happened to come all at once? ...whatever. Either way, worrying about that stuff too much made him feel too old and boring and lame, so he was trying to keep himself from focusing too much on the stuff.
Unfortunately, that meant nights filled with random thoughts and ideas that helped him do little more than waste time. Such as tonight, wherein Ash was too absorbed in his little petal-picking activity that the page didn't notice very much of what was going on around him, not even an unfamiliar energy signature that cropped up nearby. Yeah, his ability to sense the powered characters of DC was developing a little, but he was too busy with his flowers.
"She loves me...not. What the hell?" Ash made a face at that, then proceeded to start de-petaling the next one.
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 8:17 pm
A large antique mirror in a nearby darkened house rippled as a shadowy form emerged from it. The figure moved from room to room and, after realizing that the residents must be out for the night, returned to the mirror. But before vanishing the way he had come, the intruder paused. Something...something felt....like the aura of a White Moon senshi. Or maybe a page. He'd only met a handful of either and, while he could tell when an aura was nearby, he was still having difficulty discerning the finer differences between the different varieties of aura. If this was indeed a senshi he was sensing, though, he was duty-bound to try to recruit them. He slipped out of the house and into the night air. The moonlight revealed a senshi clad mostly in black as he crossed the street to the park, where he felt the aura coming from. After some silent searching, he spied the page of Uranus. The senshi paused. On one hand, he didn't have any obligations when it came to pages. On the other hand, he hated them for what they were and what they had done. Rather, what he had been told they had done....but that is beside the point (which is that the Pages....Knights.....whatever...were evil). What was this one doing, anyway? Neutering plants in order to divine his love life? Stupid. Silently, Sailor Celemorrow slipped his hat off his head and pulled a gleaming mirror shard from inside. He took a step forward....onto a twig which gave a loud SNAP!
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 2:07 pm
Ashur was about halfway through plucking the little petals as the foreign energy signature drew closer. The guy was still too preoccupied plucking away at his latest victim to realize it, but a loud snap nearby caught him mid-pick, with his fingers pinching the edge of a petal, causing him to actually turn his eyes away from what he was doing to whatever made the noise. Soon enough his cerulean blue eyes took in the sight of what looked to be a senshi.
A smile cracked his curious expression -- company! This was exactly what he'd quietly been hoping to run into that night, someone to talk to about more of this powered business. It also helped to keep him particularly distracted from his frustrations, and it was more productive than what he was currently busying himself with. With relatively swift motions, Ash dropped the flower and got himself up onto his feet, dusting whatever dirt and grass and petals he'd gotten on himself in the past how many hours off without paying too much attention. He was busy looking over at the new company.
"Yo!" Ash actually waved, brows raised and a pleasant expression on his face. Despite the fact that the aura that seemed to be coming from where the other senshi was a little off, Ash didn't bother to exercise caution. This was obviously a good guy -- senshi, duh? -- so why would he need to be cautious at all? "I was wondering when someone would find me," he continued, starting to make his way over.
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 6:33 am
Sailor Celemorrow's eyes narrowed slightly in irritation. He had hoped to begin this unnoticed. The page did not seem to consider him a threat, though. This either meant he was incredibly new at this or incredibly powerful. Refusing to let his guard down, the dark senshi silently took another step forward and, with a flick of the wrist, released the mirror wraith from its shard to wail and moan toward the page. Hopefully this would be over quickly.
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 4:57 pm
It was probably a good thing that the darkly clad senshi was so far away, since otherwise Ashur probably would have collided right into the wraith that was summoned so readily by the other party. Cerulean blues widened at the sight and recollection of the floating ghosts of doom and he had to blink to clear his eyesight, as though he'd just seen something that totally didn't make any sense.
Did a senshi just summon that thing? And...well, by way of experience he couldn't really say that they weren't hostile, so...was it meant as some kind of attack? Odd. They were on the same side, right? Unfortunately he didn't have that much time to think about those concerns. As it wailed and moaned its way on over to him, thankfully at a none-too-hurried pace, Ash began weighing his options for getting out of this little pickle.
Run. Scream. Run. Cry. Run. Hide. Run. Run.
Before he realized it the thing was right on him, so he did exactly that. Or he tried to, anyway. While attempting to sidestep, he tripped rather stupidly on a large rock that was quite obviously in his way and fell with a loud thud into a small heap in the grass. "Oh, for the love of--! Dude, call it back! Call it back! We're on the same side, c'mon!"
Yeah. If it was supposed to be some kind of sick joke, at present the page did not find it funny.
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 2:38 pm
Ah. So that explains his attitude. If Celemorrow were one to laugh at anything, this would probably be one of those things. Fortunately for those who would be forced to see the event, he did not laugh. "And what side would that be?" He was not about to call the wraith back. Not without a better excuse. Last time he tried to reason with a page, it did not go so well.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 6:51 am
When the senshi didn't even make a motion to call the wraith back, Ash instead resorted to scuttling back and dragging his butt through the grass, trying to put some distance between him and the looming wraith. He was only inching away, though, but there was a part of him that hoped that whoever this senshi was would come to his senses. "You're a senshi, aren't you?" he called, eyes more focused on the wraith but occasionally flashing to the one that summoned it.
Not that he could take in much besides the fact that he was dressed like he'd stepped right out of a Shakespearean play. He was kinda busy with trying not to get caught by this floating doom-ghost thing that he still didn't have a proper name for.
"Well, I'm a knight! Er-- page! Same deal! Same team, same team!" Ash found he was having difficulty forming proper sentences any more than he could focus on anything else besides the fact that the wraith was basically right on top of him by then...
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