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 Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2014 4:37 pm
Sometimes Zippeite seemed to be on an upswing and sometimes he felt worse than ever about his place in life.
Tonight was another one of those nights, where he came into patrol fresh out of a fight with his dad, which was usually humiliating and taxing on every level. He was 18 now, and he could be kicked out after graduation.
The stress was getting to him, and he had no idea why he thought transferring his hostilities to a new set of stresses by powering up because he hadn't been finding much of a salve in his usual Negaverse activities. For some reason he had convinced himself if he tried hard enough the old high he got from it was eventually going to come back.
So he pull his hood up high enough to shadow his face and crept along the rooftops tonight, looking for a target.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 11:54 pm
Aithne had settled into a routine that seemed almost normal, almost civilian as if none of this weird chaos and senshi stuff had ever happened. Her heart didn't clench when she thought of Marlo anymore because she had somehow been able to stop thinking about her "friend" and his terrible betrayal. She did not feel lost. She did not feel abandoned. Why would she? She was only now Aithne Byrne.
If she ever asked why she started staying at the library so late, why she was getting so little sleep, why those nightmares kept coming, then she only reminded herself that she was a college student. Such feelings were normal. It did not explain why she'd taken to carrying her henshin pen around again, nor did it explain the residual sting of abandonment. Some things, Aithne had come to realize, could never be erased.
She felt the tiniest hint of a dark aura and immediately reacted. Power flowed through her and around her. Familiar, and foreign, as things tended to be after a long absence. She was only Aithne Byrne, but now she was Sailor Crux.
"Show yourself!" She demanded. Her voice did not waver. She did not run. But she allowed herself to think that she'd be a lot more confident if she had her bow at her side.Carneli Gosh, I'm really sorry I never replied to this. I was waiting for a quote and never got one. x__x Next time I'll hit you up on AIM!
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 1:30 pm
"Boring," Zippeite did his best to make his voice rumble through the night air, because he was doing his best in general not to be the awkward teenage boy he really was.
He stepped out from the cover he was creeping behind, feeling secure under his heavy hood, and he flipped his staff from one hand to the other as the markings in it lit up with a soft glow.
"I can keep chasing you if you want; Hunting is more fun," He snorted and moved like he was testing the weight of the weapon. It was an obviously bragging gesture, to show off its hidden dangers.
"I guess fighting now works," He said with a quick flip of his wrists and a sudden but poorly aimed charge at her.
Minsuil Aaah I totally typo'd your username too, I'm sorry q Aq
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2014 6:43 am
"There's no need to chase me." No need to fight either, she thought. Crux stood still. She did not even turn to acknowledge him. Not because she was confident in her own strength, but because there would be no reason to. The soft glow of her attacker's staff made it easy to track its movements. Now, she need only catch him.
He charged. She side-stepped. Crux felt the staff brush harmlessly against her side and in his carelessness, found opportunity. She reached out and gripped his arm. Staring straight into the boy's eyes, Crux calmly said, "I absolve you."
She felt the power flow out of her and into her attacker. She waited for any sign that her power had taken root.
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