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 Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 6:59 am
Wow, did it stink.
The night was young, or young enough considering it was only just past midnight and Ashur usually got in at around 2AM whenever he went on patrols. Which was rarely as of late, but only because his version of patrolling was screwing off and avoiding having to take on any actual responsibilities. It left one to wonder why he powered up at all, though if asked the teen would likely find a way to laugh it off without giving a proper answer. Or try to, anyway. He could screw off outside of his knight garb, so he just found less reason to go prancing around in the jedi-wannabe outfit.
In any case, this night wasn't any different from his other nights on patrol. Hop up a rooftop and slowly go around a decent size perimeter of whatever part of town he fancied. Unfortunately, his roof-hopping skills were still not quite up to par, and at one point the Page slipped up on his footing and quickly found himself plummeting feet first into a nice, overstuffed a dumpster down below.
Which circles back to the earlier realization: wow, did it stink. As if falling wasn't enough of a hazard, after one whiff of his "cushion" Ash soon realized that breathing might soon become something of a challenge, so he busied himself with getting out of the following morning's garbage. And he kind of inadvertently ignored everything else. With gunk and rubbish clinging to him like he were some kind of magnet, the Page was a little too preoccupied to notice any energy signals that were nearby.
Not that he could really do that very well even if he were concentrating, though.
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 3:47 am
Thus far, the night was proving to be a disappointing one for General Mica, but one would have never guessed by looking at her. From where she was nicely perched on a parapet of an old, run down apartment complex, she appeared to be nothing more than an elaborately crafted gargoyle, sitting perfectly still and sitting on the cloth fabric at her waist to prevent it from wafting in the wind. Yes, sitting so perfectly still and quiet, peering down at the city below and looking for any movement below so that she may pounce, Mica looked like a perfectly crafted statue, and she was starting to feel that way.
While she had no place in particular to be in the morning, she was growing rather bored of these fruitless nights, and while she wasn't exactly hurting for her quota, she was annoyed that the citizens of Destiny City had grown a brain at some point and knew to stay indoors. Not because of the danger that walked the streets in the guise of White Moon Senshi, knights or the Negaverse, but because of the cold weather. Mica couldn't wait for this silly Polar Vortex to pass...
Just when she was considering just packing her bags and heading back home, her senses tingled and she felt a pull to her left, mere moments before hearing something heavy fall into a dumpster. Finally, the stone statue that was General Mica turned her head, stretching it far to see the Page that was now swimming in garbage, and if she wasn't so eager for some kind of action, she would have openly pitied his misfortune.
Not only had he run into a Negaverse general, but he was going to smell absolutely horrible when she got close enough to gut him.
"Duty calls then." Mica said, grabbing the spear at her side and making her own descent into the alleyway with more grace than the poor Page had displayed. Granted, she had time to hone such jumps and landings, something that she was determined to take away from this one this evening as she made her approach.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 3:32 am
"Ugh...think I'm gonna puke..." the poor guy muttered to himself as he tried to find the edge of the dumpster, stepping and wading through the day's -- or was it week's? -- worth of rubbish, for once glad that his uniform involved long sleeves and long pants. It prevented anything from actually touching his skin, but Ashur could still feel his skin crawling and his gag reflex...well, gagging, as his hands finally clasped the cool, rusted edge of the container.
That was when he sensed it, first an aura and then an actual, physical presence. Chaos, no doubt, and likely significantly stronger than him. In any case, it was the first time he'd felt any powered character -- senshi, knight, or otherwise -- that clearly before. The figure landed a good distance away, though Ashur caught the disruptions in the shadows caused by the moonlight overhead, and his mind shifted briefly to pay attention to whoever it was before going back to the task at hand.
With a grunt and somewhat swift motion, the page lifted himself up out of the garbage and over the side of the dumpster, landing on the ground with a stomach-turning squelch as he felt something soft, wet and gooey flatten beneath his left foot. Whatever decorum he tried to keep up at that point was lost to him, and his nose crinkled and distorted the expression on his face to one of sheer disgust. "Gross..." was all he could get out, forcing himself not to look down at whatever he'd brought out with him from the bin.
Instead, he focused his cerulean blues at the shadowed figure, eyes narrowed and curious as they usually were in such situations. Not that he really knew what the situation was, or in how much danger he actually was, but he felt no reason to run just yet. So he didn't; he stood there, covered in gunk and slime and unpleasantness, watching. Waiting, even, but not really that. Ash was just...curious.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 8:06 pm
Despite what others may have thought, Mica wasn't completely devoid of emotions- she merely felt that she had perfected her control over them and refused to let others detect them, or guess which was her true emotion behind her tightly controlled mask. But the emotions were there. The 'Ice Queen' found two emotions lingering in her heart right now- the first and foremost was utter disgust with the mere thought of fighting anyone that was emerging from that dumpster and how offensive the order would be to her nose, considering just how she could smell it from the very front of the alley way. The second emotion was pity for the page... not because he made a fool of himself and landed in a bin filled to the brim with a week's worth of filth, but because he would soon be facing her.
Perhaps ending that senshi's life did have an adverse effect on the Negaverse general's ego, but when she carried such a heavy spear and the will to carry out some of the more gruesome tasks provided in the Dark Kingdom, it was hard not to feel confidence in herself right now. Given the difference in rank between them and the fact that he was waist deep in filth, Mica suspected that this little knight wouldn't put up much of a fight...
"Gross is right," Mica said, slowing her approach just a tad and pulling her spear to the front, not even bothering with hiding her intentions as she approached him. Others might have taken a moment to laugh at their enemy's misfortune, but all Mica could manage was the smallest of curls to the edges of her lips. She barely wanted to smile or talk- to do so would not only open the door of interaction with the enemy that she had no intention of humoring, but it would also let the stench in, and she certainly didn't want that. Part of her suspected that this might have been a trick- why else would he just be standing there, staring at her, without a thought or care to what kind of danger he was in. Did he truly have no idea what she was? "Are you ready then?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 5:59 am
Ash tried to focus to try and get a better feel for who it was he was watching while attempting to move into a more relaxed position. The page was finding what would normally be an easy task rather difficult to do, though, since whenever he shifted he could feel the filth just...all over him, and his uniform was now carrying around what he automatically assumed would be a permanent stench. So focus and relaxed wasn't really working out very well, but he still managed to keep his cool.
Until he caught the glint from the spear the general was sporting. He was curious, not stupid, and at the sight he felt himself take a step back, another stomach wrenching squelch filling his ears as he gulped down the nerves he felt were coming on. "Uh...ready?" the world came out rather stiffly, though he forced a smile on his face. Ashur assessed his situation as best he could -- thankfully he still thought pretty straight even under duress -- and came to a rather morbid conclusion. Considering the only exit was behind the woman threatening him with a spear, his only other options were limited, the least appealing of which was...probably the passing thought of screaming like a little girl if she attacked.
Pft. Even he had some bit of dignity. He'd rather try his luck throwing a punch or two...
"Ready for what, exactly?" he proceeded to ask with nervous sort of laugh, taking another step back. The sound of the crud underneath his feet and everything else he'd dragged out of dumpster were lost to him by now, and his eyes and ears stayed focused on the figure in the shadows. His mind was reeling with other possible solutions to this little predicament, all the while trying to put a bit more distance between them as he tried to think of something. Anything, besides screaming like a little girl.
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 3:57 pm
Mica was willing to give credit to the Page for even wanting to exist right now, considering he smelt absolutely putrid and was facing off against a Negaverse general that had no qualms in spilling blood right now. Wolframite's request to spare the knights and try to win them over was ringing in her ears, but the general had little interest in following through with such a request. After all, it was only a request, not an order... and until it became an order, Mica would treat them exactly how she's treat the rest of her enemies. All were equal in death...
It seemed that the minute she brought her weapon to the front, he was beginning to wise up, and Mica should have felt some glimmer of glee at the sight of him backing away. But she felt no impulse to laugh or even smile at his antics, and his questions annoyed her more than anything. When someone approached another with a weapon, what did they really think their intentions were?
"To die," Mica said, with little mirth or anger, or any emotion at all, in her mouth, and making true to her word, she lunged her spear forward, keeping it close and pointed at the page. She could have gone in with a wide swing, but the alleyway was too narrow for such a maneuver. Not that it bothered Mica in the least- she'd simply have to use her spear as a lance and thrust it forward to get the job done. She could manage...
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 9:03 pm
His brain and the rest of him, though quite particularly his mouth, weren't really connecting right then. While he was screaming, "Please, not death, I'm a little young to die!" in his head, his actual mouth had pulled up into a nervous smirk, as though what she'd just said had been meant as a joke despite the fact that she'd said it with about as much emotion as a dead person was capable of giving. "D-die, you said?" he spoke up again, clearing his throat right after as though the word itself had caused some kind of physical blockage.
"You're ki--" had started to come out of his mouth, but the sudden lunge from the spear cut him off and he did his best to dodge it. The alley was narrow, though, and left very little room to maneuver safely. Not to mention she was that much faster than he was. Despite a relatively quick reaction to it, the page heard a tell tale tearing sound as the blade of the spear sliced right through the side of his uniform. And a bit into his skin.
A slew of curses tumbled out of his mouth as he finally made a move to turn tail and run for it. Uh, of course without screaming like a little girl. It wasn't long before he reached the obvious dead end that the alley would come to, sucking in the wonderfully garbage-flavored air as though it was the next best thing to pizza. Blue eyes darted all around him, searching for an escape route, but coming up with nothing.ChibiGingi Feel free to pin him or something in your next post, if you want~ He ain't going nowhere. ;3
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 12:29 pm
It was always a pleasant feeling when her spear connected with something solid and tangible, just as it was to see the glimmer of fear or realization of one's own mortality spark in her opponent's eyes. She swore to others that she didn't take personal pleasure in invoking such a fear, but perhaps she had lied to them all these years? Or, perhaps she had changed? Yes, something changed, the night of the ambush and the blood that caked her spear... perhaps it was a change for the best? Right now, she was pleased that her spear hit him, even if it was only a nick. That only meant she had to try a little harder...
Something she was always willing to do. As he let out a string of curses, Mica was gearing up for the next strike, pulling her bladed weapon back and taking aim for his chest. Other generals might have taken the opportunity to gloat or trap their target, but Mica was going straight for the kill. What use did she have for words when the only good enemy was a dead enemy?
Once again she thrust her trusted spear forward, aiming for his chest and seeking to end his life quickly, but the page's frantic movements worked in his favor in avoiding a direct blow, as well as the garbage he spilled. Mica, as strong and sturdy as she felt herself to be, was still human in the sense that if her boot hit something slippery, it'd give away beneath her and cause her to wobble, and when she wobbled, it threw off her aim. Instead of the spear hitting his chest, it hit the upper part of his shoulder, cutting deep into his tunic and the momentum had Mica sliding forward with such force that when her spear plunged into the wall, it stuck there, along with her enemy.
Even someone as cold-hearted as her found the predicament interesting, as she stepped away from the spear that pinned the page harmlessly to the wall, trying not to laugh too loudly as she addressed him. "Hm, I'm sure there's a witty pun to be had here, but I'll be damned if I degrade myself into saying it."
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 12:10 am
To the left was a solid brick wall. To the right, also a solid brick wall. To the front? Yep. Solid. Brick. Wall.
The page turned around soon after he realized that he had nowhere else to go, his brows furrowed as he steeled himself to try and fend off his attacker as best he could -- not like he had a choice, so he figured he might as well go down swinging -- just as she slipped on something (trash, maybe? ...probably...) and the spear (and its user) came hurtling toward him. He would have laughed at her stumble had it not been for the spear that was threatening to impale him. Ashur's eyes widened and he dodged in some random direction, again barely succeeding. The spear actually nicked him in the shoulder this time, and he silently thanked his lucky stars as he tried to move past her.
Tried and failed, so he tried again. And again. And once more before he checked to see what was keeping him against the wall: the spear. Perfect. He struggled for a moment longer, tried to get himself un-stuck as Mica stepped away and started speaking.
Her words weren't exactly comforting, but Ash still gave a worried smile. "Think so?" he said, using his free hand to try and get the spear out of the wall. It didn't budge at all, but he kept on trying. "Wanna share at all? I could use a good laugh right about now..."ChibiGingi Short tag, my apologies. u__u;
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 1:12 pm
Mica had many different kind of encounters, some of which ended in her favor whereas others forced her into a hasty retreat, but she at least had the honor of saying that each and every one of her fights, victory or defeat, found some way to permanently implant itself in her memory. Of all of the matter her spear passed through, she never seen it pin another against the wall in such a comical manner, and it was enough to crack that dark but cold expression she constantly wore into a smile.
A rare sight indeed, for those that might have known Mica. Most of the time her smiles were simply done out of politeness or to instill a false sense of security or that notion that she might have cared. However, this humored smile was genuine, and it only continued to grow as he tried to break himself out of the hold. Perhaps she was a sadist and got her delights out of seeing someone else struggle so hard and fail so miserably, or perhaps it was because she admired his tenacity and constant efforts to free himself that made her start to laugh. Either way, she imagined that no one would ever believe her if she told them what happened this evening...
Not unless she killed him and left his body dangling there for them to see later. There was always that option, of course.
For the moment, she refrained from approaching him, and if anything, she actually released the grip on her spear and took a step back. She crossed her arms, giving him the impression that she wouldn't strike him down though it was only a matter of time before she grew bored of his efforts. For now, she was willing to see if he was capable of freeing himself from the wall. Test his resolve for when the cat decided to end the pitiful mouse's life.
"Puns aren't my strong suit, but I think the most fitting is 'thanks for hanging around'. Hm... that seems too obvious, and perhaps old fashioned, but my specialty is mending wounds and killing, not so much dropping puns." Mica kept her arms crossed, even as she asked. "Do you have a name, Page?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 4:50 am
Her smile, through the page's cerulean blue eyes, looked more sinister than anything, though even he had to admit that it looked very...genuinely...sinister. There was a part of him that seriously couldn't believe his luck, another that wanted to laugh at his predicament. All the same, Ashur was still trying to free himself under the amused eyes of a Negaverse agent whose name he still didn't know. The pun she gave actually managed to get him to smile, though. He even managed a small laugh as he tugged at the spear in vain. "Fitting," came his reply, and he tried once more to free himself from the wall.
No dice. Instead, he only managed to shift his weight some, causing the spear's blade to dig just a bit deeper into his flesh. A few choice words came in brief succession as he grimaced, though he still heard her question through the bit of cursing and the pain in his shoulder. "Name?" he repeated, both eyes closed as his brain seemed to mostly concentrate on the searing sensation. "Mine? Uh.."
He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, wanting to look at her properly for a second. "Ashur," he said, his eyes actually meeting hers briefly. "Mind if I ask for yours?" He would have added a cheeky comment at the end just to try and keep her preoccupied -- hell, maybe even in a more joking mood than she currently was in if that was even possible. But he stupidly shifted again to try and get into something of a more comfortable position, instead causing the blade to go even deeper. Soon enough his eyes were shut again, and he sucked in his teeth. Obviously even cursing was too much trouble considering his situation...
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 10:21 am
Mica could have gone in for his starseed while he continued his fruitless struggle against his entrapment, and really, she should have. It wasn't in Mica's nature to let her targets live long enough to talk to her like this, but perhaps her ego was simply getting the better of her right now. There was also the matter of Wolframite's words at a distant meeting. Something about guiding the knights back to the Negaverse where they belonged. Perhaps it was this request that made her spare his starseed for a moment more, because it certainly wasn't this one's antics.
She could tell that he had done something to himself and her smile tightened into a more neutral expression as he began to curse. She was still waiting for a name, and when she got it, she parroted it back to him, though why she wasn't quite sure herself. "Ashur? Interesting. I am General Mica of the Spec-Ops branch. That means my specialty is rubbing out the enemy of my kingdom..."
She wanted nothing more than to reach into his chest and pluck his starseed, get this encounter over with and move on with her night. Perhaps she should have contacted Wolframite to talk some sense into this one. Right now, she was surprisingly undecided, and that was unusual for the quick to kill general. Mica held up a hand, curling it into a fist, as she threw a question of her own at him. "Do you wish to keep this up? Struggle anymore and you'll tear your arm off and no amount of medical expertise would repair that. Do you want to keep being our enemy, Ashur?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 9:22 am
Oh, perfect!
Of course he'd run into a general -- even if he didn't quite know or even really understand the structure of the whole negaverse chain, everyone knew that generals were never at the bottom of the food chain. And of course her specialty was, how'd she put it? "Rubbing out the enemy." If he weren't pinned rather painfully to a wall right then he probably would have groaned. As it was, he bit down the urge to curse his luck and offered a small nod of his head. "General Mica, huh?" he repeated, throwing the title in properly in case she was the sort that didn't appreciate disrespect. While he wasn't exactly looking to make friends, he didn't want to give her any more motivation to do him in right then.
"Well. Nice to meet you, I guess. Would've been nicer under different circumstances, maybe..." And he offered a weak laugh before going back to wincing. Ash took deep breaths and focused on her voice as she spoke, wondering when she'd...do whatever it was that negaverse agents did when they ran into the enemy. The more he listened, though, the less she sounded like she was getting ready to kill him...
Actually, the last thing she said, that question...caught his attention. The page sucked in a breath and opened his eyes, willing his brain to ignore the pain in his shoulder long enough to focus on Mica's face properly, eyes narrowed. Curious. "Do I have a choice?"
The question was out there, and he wasn't entirely sure why he'd asked it in the first place. The obvious answer should have been "yes," right? What he'd given was a tentative "maybe" at best.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2014 11:18 pm
Mica couldn’t help but purse her lips with a humored smile when he said ‘different circumstances’, as though her not killing him on sight wasn’t what was naturally going to happen. Maybe for members of the other branches, but Mica was far more interested in killing her enemy then trying to win them over. It simply seemed like a more practical approach to making sure their enemy didn’t get too strong. Still, his politeness, even under duress, was endearing in a way, and it worked in his favor.
“You always have choices, Ashur,” Mica said, her smile remaining even though her eyes and the tone of voice didn’t necessarily match. “You have a choice every day to power up. You could chose not to power up and simply avoid such encounters like this. Or perhaps you can choose to harness the power you might have locked away inside and be a very powerful enemy for us in the future, assuming you survive this encounter.”
She could have pressed it further and cut into the flesh, but she held back. Demonstrating the ‘choice’ she was making in allowing him to live, perhaps. Or just a cat playing with its food. Either way, she figured she’d let the Page live… give Wolframite and others a chance to save him from a tortured existence that the opposing side had to offer. Suddenly, she pulled her spear back and released him, and to further encourage the idea of releasing him, she took a step back and held the weapon harmlessly at her side.
“Or you could see the truth and join our cause. Perhaps not tonight, but if I were to give you time to consider it, I’m sure you’ll see that some of us only wish to free you. There are always choices, Ashur… you simply must consider which one would be the right one to make.”
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 4:10 am
The way things were going Ash sure didn't feel like he had all that many choices. Given that he was pinned to the wall, his choices were strictly between kissing a** and hoping that it'd work in his favor, or mouthing off and essentially digging his own grave. Thankfully, the General seemed to be showing a small bit of mercy as she demonstrated that she was exercising the very thing she was explaining, by choosing to let him go.
As the spear was pulled from the wall and, naturally, through his shoulder, the page let bit back a groan at the sudden pain that shot out once again from the injury. When he was free from the wall he fell to his knees and gripped the wound with his hand, taking deep breaths again as he looked up, eyes still curious as to why she was letting him go. Why she was explaining the choice he could make, to join their side. Why she was giving him a chance when she could have done basically anything she wanted to him while he was still pinned to the wall.
"Choices, huh?" he echoed. The spear that she held at her side, though it looked harmless right then, he'd never forget. Nor would he forget her name or her face, or the fact that he was so close to being done for in whatever ways General Mica usually went about doing her job. "Well, it's kind of.. a big decision, I think?" Huge, actually, though at the moment he wasn't exactly certain how big a deal it was.
In fact, the only thing on his mind was getting out of that alley alive. If that meant buying into the idea that he ought to consider joining the other side, then sure. He could do that. He'd actually already thought about it before, though he wasn't about to tell anyone that. He'd formulated those "what ifs" during his many none-too-busy patrols, considered what powered life would have been like if he'd agreed to side with Chaos.
The page struggled to his feet. "If it isn't too much to ask, I'd appreciate some time to consider and think things over." Ash had a feeling he was pushing his luck, but it was worth a shot at least.
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