|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2014 5:58 pm
She was still recovering from the damage from Lellouch, and her body ached in ways that she didn't know could ache.
She managed to hide any bruises and cuts but her sailor uniform was a different matter, and most of them were visible. She felt weakened, wary and terribly confused.
She wanted to talk to Aurostibite, or Merlinite, ask them who else she should stay away from but...
She felt the chaos energy of a weaker ranked, and hoping it was Aurostibite, followed it blindly. She barely registered the page aura next to it.
Her hand reached out over to it, only to falter when she realized it wasn't him but...another corrupt. Attacking a page? She hesitated for a moment.
"Another one?" She said weakly, wondering just what the hell she was doing as she moved to stop the corrupt from messing with the page anymore. "Please stop attacking him!"
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 7:06 pm
Kerberos let out a low, frustrated growl, stepping away from the poor, battered Page. He'd almost been finished, but no - apparently someone just had to interrupt him. And part of him thought that in the end this whole crusade was starting to feel Not Worth It, but that was its own issue.
"I am getting really, really tired of you damn Senshi getting in my way," he said, giving a last kick to the Page and then striding over to her. "Asphodel's Regret." His tone was sharp, as he blew flower petals at her face. Let her drown in regrets, that would give him plenty of time to get his hands on her. She already looked beaten down, tired, and maybe he could smack her aorund a bit and teach her to interfere just a little bit less.Asphodel's Regret! Sailor Kerberos cups his hands in front of his face and says the name of his attack, then blows. Asphodel petals fly out of his hands towards one target within eight feet of him. The target begins to feel a deeper, stronger regret, as well as a feeling of clinging hopelessness, though the apparent "reason" will vary from person to person, and may be something they wouldn't normally regret at all. The effect is the same no matter the target's rank. This effect lasts for 30 seconds. Sailor Kerberos can use this twice per battle.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 7:55 pm
The page had already taken off, and Mintaka was grateful for at least that, but it seemed Kerberos was the type to jump right into the battle, and so she wasn't ready to defend.
The scent was immediately inhaled and she fell to the ground, her hands hitting cement and adding scrapes to the bruises and cuts.
"What...I can't..." She felt anxious, cold, terrible. She could see Amytis and Chariklo and Aurostibite, melting, fading, screams and blood and death. And the regret?
She stood there and watched it all burn, clinging to the ideals she could never get involved. Her regret? She didn't fight harder, didn't fight at all.
She would lose them, lose them all, she was going to lose them all. "Don't...Please Don't. Don't take them away."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 10:11 am
There was something powerful in having her terrified of him - and part of Kerberos reveled in that power. He wanted to make this Senshi even more afraid, make her convinced he was going to end her and everyone she cared about.
(He was slipping and he knew it, the monster that had murdered Hvergelmir wasn't all that far away or far-fetched...)
He aimed a kick directly for her face. "Then get up and fight," he snarled. "God, you're pathetic, aren't you?" And yet he knew at least some of it was his magic, the insidious clinging regret that it brought -- had she had the nightmares too? Was this pristine white Senshi regretting something she hadn't really done yet?
That was deliciously terrible.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 6:47 pm
She moved her face just enough, that his kick hit the already sore shoulder and neck, her breath coming out in a gasp and hitched. "S...Stop, don't...please..."
For 30 long seconds, the world was burning and she felt the shame and hot tears of regret at losing her loved ones. After that world, after that future. She didn't know how else she could, how else she could change.
She was terrified and sore and scared but underneath it all, she felt the bubbling rage of someone who kept it so deep, she didn't even know it exsisted. Kerberos was not as strong as her, He would not win. She could not lose again.
She swept her leg low, wincing with the pain that came with it and waited for him to hit the ground. Once he did, he'd find her knee pressed to her chest and blue eyes looking at him with tears spilling.
"t...that's a nice trick." She breathed out, shaking but firm against him. "But that's a future that doesn't exist. Tell me whose the pathetic one..." She hissed, "any more up your sleeve boy?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2014 9:04 am
Kerberos was enjoying his perceived triumph way too much, because he wasn't fully prepared to end up on his back, breath driven from his lungs by the fall. And being pinned under an enemy, even one as tiny as her, even if it wasn't with stone boots and she was crying, brought an entirely different sort of flashback -- one much more present and immediate.
The last time an Order Senshi had him pinned, he'd nearly died.
She was already pissed, and for all he knew that pressure on his chest could rapidly become pressure on his throat.
"Get off me," he said, and he wasn't aware enough to notice the panic that had entered his voice, even as his hand went, desperately, for her chest because if he could wrap his hands around her starseed she wouldn't be a threat anymore, "get the ******** off me!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2014 7:43 pm
"No" She hissed, her hand took his, where it hovered and knew what he reached for. In this world, in this present, in the past, in the future. There one defense. Her starseed. She slammed his hand down, pinning it with hers, and reached over for the other one, just in case.
"I said it was a nice trick boy. But Now that it's over, It's my turn...." She leaned over him, "Origami flurry...redux*" And it started, like it always did. A small paper crane next to his face, then a paper star...then 2...3...10...20...100....Once she was fully covered in the flurry, She let his hands go and like Chariklo showed her once upon a blue moon, threw a fist at his stomach.
Then another.
and another.
No one could see her here, under this cover, where she was breaking slowly. Dangerously. The insanity lasted full 20 seconds before she was jumping away form him and out of her own flurried attack.
Ashamed, so much shame. She was so ashamed of herself, what had she done....Attacking him. Songstress Kitsune Origami Flurry Redux With the upgrade, she can now summon 500 Cranes, Stars and Flowers in her flurry. This attack last up to 30 seconds, though the same effects still arise. Blinding is still the main idea but the amount of damage from paper cuts have increased. It's not traumatic but it can be annoying. Range is 15ft max, again can be deflected by strong gust of winds or currents, not in range or deflection by covering oneself.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 8:53 pm
Kerberos yelped, half out of pain and half out of fear, when sh slammed his wrist into the ground. He was pinned, helpless, again, as magic started to rain down - and once h was aboe he threw his arms up to protect his face and his throat, because he couldn't see well enough through the storm of paper to defend himelf from the rain of blows on his stomach.
Distantly, he thought that he might have to go to the hospital in the morning, because if anything could cause internal injuries, it would be fists fueled by magic and rage and whatever else was in this girl's head.
For twenty desperate seconds, the corrupt let out cries of pain every time she hit him, but could do little more to stop it -- and even once it did stop, he remaine still, until there was no more paper.
Slowly, he lowred his arms, and stared at her with wide, terrified eyes. And then, with no thought to the cnsequnce or energy cost, he teleported home - to let go of his powered form and collapse on the couch, because any more movement would be all but impossible.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
