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 Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 4:23 pm
She had pretty much determined that the universe was out to get her as soon as she saw it. IT being the creepy thing that had crawled out of a dumpster and fixated on her with a blind determination that made her think that, somewhere in the surrounding, she had insulted it's mother. Maybe the giant whale thing she'd once clubbed with a slipper?
The problem with this strange, aquatic looking Youma however was that it was much smaller, and much faster, than a space whale, though it looked like some sort of dolphin born from the nightmares of someone who really hated Dolphins... and spiders, since it had long, fast spindly finger bits on which it ran, flapping clawed fins and squealing.
She knew dolphins and whales weren't fish, but since youma weren't either she really didn't give a s**t what it was as long as it just...
"LEAVE ME THE ******** ALONE OK??"
Her weapon was not up to this task. SHE was not up to this task. She was starting to think she was never going to be up to this task. That it was... that she had been brought back as a mistake. That she was a mistake.
The youma didn't think it had made one, letting out a high, warbling screech that made her ears hurt and just kept running. She'd already tried climbing a building, but the spider like legs had just scaled up after her in terrifying speed, and she didn't want to think about what it could do in the water. So she was just running because she hadn't thought of something better, hoping to intercept one of the order aligned power signatures out there tonight.
Pride be damned, she needed a rescue.
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 8:00 pm
It was the coarse language which had reached his ears first, alerting him the nearby situation. It was a young lady's voice, but the choice in words were anything but lady-like. It made the hairs upon the back of his neck stand on end.
Shortly after the outburst he managed to notice the approaching energies. One was clearly a youma, those disgusting nuisances. The other was of Order, and just from the feel, he had to judge it was a Page or a beginning Senshi.
Swiftly, he sped towards the scene of the attack, to find a typically bizarre creature and what seemed like not a senshi (leaving him to believe the girl was some sort of Page).
He knew what had to be done.
"...That is no language for a young lady..." he scolded briefly as he unsheathed his weapon.
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 7:28 am
Hara was more than happy to have someone appear on the scene that wasn't trying to eat her, and he even looked like he had an weapon that might do something against the monster, other than floss it's teeth.
...Honestly she hadn't even checked to see if it had teeth. She didn't want to know really.
"I'll take it into advisement next time something tries to eat me!" She promised, looping behind Nysa.
"I'm sorry! I just...All I have is this stupid scarf!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 9:44 am
Now as not the time to interject his opinion on the matter of her weapon. He would have a few choice words later about the subject, but for now, he had other things to focus on.
Such as that genetic abomination that was called a youma.
His weapon was not the strongest of weapons out there, even given it's sword-like shape. However, there were other ways of using such a weapon that could not cut deep.
With a sudden spring, the Neptunian Knight lashed out towards the mutant dolphin, swinging his Sabre at the creature's eye. Sometimes the way to approach the situation was through the tedious task of handicapping the creature gradually.
He did manage to call out one thing back to the Page. "...I am sure if you put your mind to it, you could be quite creative with your scarf."
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 9:58 am
"I..." She cringed as Nysa stabbed at the charging creature, which was too furious and obsessively fixated on attacking to dodge before the point of Nysa's sword punctured one black, doll like eye with an quiet squelch somehow still sufficiently clear to make her skin want to crawl off her bones and head for a hot acid bath to be clean again. "I've been trying but it's just a silk scarf, it's really hard to use on something that fast!"
Not without letting it much closer than she wanted it to be, ever.
The Youma was screaming and thrashing, backing up several steps and spraying droplets of black-red fluid as it tried to actually shake off the pain from it's blinded eye.
The blade might have had a harder time puncturing it's skin, but the far more delicate eye had been an excellent choice for the Knight.
"...Let's... talk about it when I'm not.. gagging... or... trying not to be eaten. Oh god."
If Nysa didn't like her swearing, he sure wasn't going to like it if she paused to throw up.
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 9:00 am
As the creature began to thrash about in a predictable manner, the knight distanced himself from the youma, but making certain to stay within its gaze. In an ideal world, he would have been able to focus upon the Page and upon the beast. Alas, the world was not so ideal.
Some of the girl's comments had fallen upon deaf ears as the lad continued to focus intensely upon the opponent. He held The Edge of the Tide pointed towards the youma, as if he was attempting to provoke it.
If it wasn't obvious, he spoke in a serious tone to the creature. "Do you not want to return the favor, Youma?"
He was baiting, and in a few moments, he would learn if the creature had taken the bait or not.
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 12:27 pm
The Youma shrieked and snapped at air, thrashing furiously at everything and nothing as it tried, in whatever small mind it had, to figure out what to do. It was not a creature of deep thought, there just wasn't that much room in it's mind for anything past 'hunt' and 'hurt' and 'eat', and it didn't take long before it took another snarling lunge, snapping and lashing at both of them, trying to get past Nysa to the more vulnerable Page, who had much less power to cause pain, and it knew it. It wasn't sure it cared for such... prickly food. Hara caught a scream in her throat, too scared right now to be embarrassed by it, and lashed out with a slippered shoe to kick the creature in the snout, turning the snapping jaws just barely aside.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 9:27 am
The youma did not lash out at him and instead chose the Page. It was interesting to observe, however, he couldn't remain observing for very long.
His weapon was returned to its sheath and soon enough he rushed in towards the Page's side.
"Since it is not interested in me, but instead interested in you, I would like to kindly request that you follow my lead, Miss Page."
In an effort to bring some distance between them and the youma, with a flat palm he lashed out to shove the beast. Only with ample space would he turn and bound up the top of a nearby building.
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 8:02 am
While it's narrow minded focus was definitely on vulnerable prey, that didn't mean it wasn't entirely willing to snap and gnash its teeth at Nysa as the knight gave the determined creature a shove, determined to take a 'not metaphorical at all' pound of flesh from anywhere it could acquire it,even at the cost of ground. Still it staggered, with or without flesh or cloth in it's teeth, and Hara wasted no time following the teal haired Knight.
"It can climb, by the way!" She pointed out.
Ugh, lucky b*****d, with his sword. Lucky lucky b*****d. No Barbie accessory for him...
Seriously, if she hadn't seen one of her other Chronos pages wielding a coin, she'd have sworn the universe might just be sexist. Apparently instead it was just kind of mean. What sort of power thought it was an great idea to give the weakest fighters the most useless weapons anyway? It was like saying 'Here if you survive this death match against an professional assassin you can have an better tool to use for the next battle. Here's your plastic spork. Good luck.'
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