Gunn had been sent on deployment with little to no warning, and Megiddo was missing her patrol buddy something awful. She supposed she couldn’t be too bitter - her mentor was off doing her patriotic duty and serving their country and all that, and her stationing just outside of Destiny couldn’t last forever, but it still sucked! Sending facebook messages about all her kills just wasn’t as exciting as snapchatting about them, and she was always a little bit suspicious that Mark Zuckerberg might be assembling a case against her for murder most foul.
Like he could prove she wasn’t involved in some highly elaborate and extremely violent video game! Ha!
Megiddo took to the streets about an hour after nightfall, and she was ready to feel pitiful about the whole endeavor. Without Gunn to boast to, a lot of the joy was gone from the whole enterprise. Why even bother, if she could not brag, in real time, to her carrot-topped goddess? It was, like, mid-morning in Germany or some s**t like that. Gunn didn’t have time for Megiddo to boast at her! She was off being a terrorist-fighting badass!
What the hell kind of terrorists Gunn was fighting in Okinawa, Megiddo wasn’t sure. Probably Negaversers, she figured. They were pretty much everywhere, guaranteed.
Anyway, it was with great relief that she finally picked up on a chaos signature nearby-ish. “Less loitering, more crime-fighting!” she said encouragingly to herself. “Facebook messaging her about killing people is a lot better than messaging her about not killing people!”
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It took approximately thirty goddamn seconds for Melanite to pinpoint the Order signature and spot it. The purple-clad squire was very familiar, and he remembered her vicious attempts to actually murder him very clearly--they hadn’t been fun, and he did not want to repeat them. Even if the senshi pair who had saved him was out and about, who wanted to be concussed again? Who wanted to owe a senshi anything? Certainly not him.
She was talking to herself, but definitely wandering in his direction. Though Melanite had made himself a solemn promise to not get more involved than he had to, Zircon’s threats rose to the forefront of his mind with an eerie echoing quality to them--if he could just get a drain off her, he’d been told that the energy of a powered opponent was more concentrated. More power for less effort… He didn’t want to become a youma.
So, with the aim of sending her off somewhere else, he picked up one of the beer cans doubtless left behind by some vagrants, and threw it across the street to clatter into an alley different from the one he was currently crouching above.
She was talking to herself, but definitely wandering in his direction. Though Melanite had made himself a solemn promise to not get more involved than he had to, Zircon’s threats rose to the forefront of his mind with an eerie echoing quality to them--if he could just get a drain off her, he’d been told that the energy of a powered opponent was more concentrated. More power for less effort… He didn’t want to become a youma.
So, with the aim of sending her off somewhere else, he picked up one of the beer cans doubtless left behind by some vagrants, and threw it across the street to clatter into an alley different from the one he was currently crouching above.
Megiddo heard the cans clatter in the alley, and her attention snapped towards the noise. However, she sensed neither officer nor senshi nor youma, and therefore the disturbance seemed hardly worth her while. The lieutenant, on the other hand, was still where she’d first sensed him, and Megiddo turned her attention there, walking along the sidewalk towards his power signature. Since he was not at street level, she directed her attention upwards, and… she couldn’t see him over the side of the building.
Her mother had always told her not to play with her food, but Megiddo had a feeling this was not what she’d met.
“Heyyyy, little baby nega,” she called, adding enough verbal Ys onto the word that it probably qualified as sexual harassment. “So we can do this one of two ways! I can go up there, and kill you, or you can come down here, and I’ll still kill you. Either way, you get dead! How’s it sound?”
Like, to her, it sounded like a fun time, but one never knew. Negaversers tended to have super weird tastes in everything: clothes, weapons, acceptable pastimes…
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If he could just keep her distracted, maybe? He knew his aura was telling, but he needed her distracted to have a chance at draining her and getting away, didn’t he. She was a vicious b***h of an opponent… Melanite summoned his bowl to hand and threw it, hard, into a window across the street. He winced at the alarm’s peal; sure, he supposed he could’ve aimed for somewhere else and jumped down while she investigated the sound of shattering pottery, but wouldn’t that be a much less time-consuming distraction?
He gritted his teeth and snuck closer to the edge of the building, peering over for a moment to determine just where she stood in comparison to him. Not far, he noted. He was basically on top of her. Which meant if she moved… he could drop down, grab energy, and get away again.
Flawless tactics, right? I am going to die, he thought.
He gritted his teeth and snuck closer to the edge of the building, peering over for a moment to determine just where she stood in comparison to him. Not far, he noted. He was basically on top of her. Which meant if she moved… he could drop down, grab energy, and get away again.
Flawless tactics, right? I am going to die, he thought.
Megiddo watched the bowl sail across the street, arcing through the air like an expertly-thrown frisbee, except, like, not? The window shattered, and she scowled. Property damage always made her feel a twinge of guilt, even when she wasn’t directly responsible. “Oh my god,” she called up to the lieutenant. “You know I can still sense you, dumbass?” If he was trying to convince her that he was somewhere else, it wasn’t working.
She looked back up at the building the lieutenant had taken up residence on top of. Not that she could see him all that well, but she was pretty sure it was that guy who’d gotten the better of her the other night and gotten away. Megiddo smiled, sharklike. “You really want to do this again, buddy?” she asked. “As I recall, I almost killed you last time!”
She took a few steps back, preparing to jump up and meet him on the higher ground. With any luck, he’d broken his weapon by throwing it - not that it was much use in the first place.
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“I am well aware,” Melanite called down to her. But she’d done exactly what he wanted her to do--given him just enough space to, he he, ‘get the drop on her’.
So he took a bit of a jogging start and jumped onto her, which had two really awesome effects: she went down like a brick, and she hit her head, which meant she was stunned. Which he didn’t take as permission to take his time; if anything, she would probably be more dangerous injured as compared to less, like a bear or a wolf. But he did have a little practice at the energy-draining, and he spread his fingers wide and gathered as much of her life force as he could. Not enough to make her pass out--he didn’t want to kill her--but enough that he thought he stood a decent chance of getting away before she managed to get up.
“My apologies,” he said, pushing himself up and away from her. “Unfortunately, circumstances have changed!” And with that little nugget of wisdom, he got the ******** out of there.
So he took a bit of a jogging start and jumped onto her, which had two really awesome effects: she went down like a brick, and she hit her head, which meant she was stunned. Which he didn’t take as permission to take his time; if anything, she would probably be more dangerous injured as compared to less, like a bear or a wolf. But he did have a little practice at the energy-draining, and he spread his fingers wide and gathered as much of her life force as he could. Not enough to make her pass out--he didn’t want to kill her--but enough that he thought he stood a decent chance of getting away before she managed to get up.
“My apologies,” he said, pushing himself up and away from her. “Unfortunately, circumstances have changed!” And with that little nugget of wisdom, he got the ******** out of there.
Megiddo swore as she went down, and she struggled against him, but given the knock to the noggin she’d taken… Megiddo used flail! But it didn’t do anything! “Get off me!” she snarled, trying to buck against his weight. “GET OFF ME, YOU a*****e, YOU SHITTY RAPE METAPHOR, GET OFF ME.” (Although, in reality, it was probably a little bit garbled. Head trauma, you know?)
And he did.
So why did she feel so ******** tired?
Megiddo pushed herself to her feet, swearing all the while, and looked around for the lieutenant - but his presence had vanished from her perceptive borders. “********,” she said. “******** ******** ******** s**t ******** ******** all of this s**t.”
She would definitely not be telling Gunn about this.
