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 Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2015 3:43 am
A team, right. What good is that? Survival, she said, but I don't think she understands how completely asinine it is to label this little turf scuffle as a war. It's a magical pissing contest and Methone thinks it's life or death. In retrospect, Scholomance felt safer here than he did in both Chicago and New York. Destiny City boasted its own crime rate, of course, and it obviously outstripped the rural ghost towns nearby but it certainly didn't compare to some of the worst parts of Chicago.
And besides, when did magic ever outstrip guns? When did fists outweigh tanks?
But Scholomance shelved the thought walk he walked the riverside, trailing behind a family plagued by mixed emotions. They hurried along the long waterfront, with the toddler boy and child girl both stopping every few feet to play on the rounded bollards where they often slipped. The children looked unperturbed, even spurred on, by the falling night. The parents grew worried and ushered them along hastily while trying to appear calm, collected, and encouraging to their kids. He saw the mother glance behind, spot him, and whisper urgently to her husband. From Aegir and Ida's warnings against interfering with the public, he assumed that they suspected him of indiscriminate axe murder or something equally dire.
He kept his lazy pace while the family hurried far more urgently. A gloved hand found the old, rusted art deco banister that barred pedestrians from falling into the river. Old, unkempt cobblestones marked his path in waves as he progressed. And she said to visit my wonder, however that happens. Go to Saturn and find something called a 'signet ring'. I wonder what that's supposed to do for me. What is a 'signet ring'? It's hard to say.
I like to think that visiting Ida was enough otherworldly adventure for me. Someone else can bear the burden of exploring Scholomance. And even as he felt another vague pressure on the edge of his senses, he paid it no heed - there was little danger here, regardless. Muggers held more prompt for careful berths and respect than anything born of Destiny City's supernatural plague.Iris_Virus let me know if anything needs changing!
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2015 8:00 am
In the heat of the summer construction projects tended to be slotted for earlier hours of the morning and day. Capitalizing on the slightly lower temperatures and trying to avoid the incessant burn of the sun's rays during the hottest hours of the day. Heat stroke and dehydration was a serious issue and not one the company wanted to deal with, especially considering the seemingly endless jobs Destiny City seemed to provide (what with things getting mysterious destroyed at night...)
As such, Aitana's hours were strange lately. Work started by 6 am and she was off not long after noon. It had caused the Brazilian young woman to take to sleeping during the day so that she could wake around dusk and still have time to patrol. And patrol she did, as it was one of the few pleasures the Amazonian senshi had left.
Had Juno known what her target was thinking she might have laughed. Offered her bitter advice that teams were absolute bullshit. That even ones that transcended time and had someone to fight for.. even those would inevitably disappoint you.
But she could not read his mind.
No.. she couldn't even read the not so subtle signs that the figure she was watching wasn't her enemy. Her eyes focused on the figure shadowed in dark clothing and uniform. That Order aura nearby.. well that was someone else nearby. And if she didn't want her prey to get swept up by that 'someone else' she needed to hurry.
Her eyes spotted a low hanging branch enroute to 'the enemy' and without a thought she ran, jumping up to grab that branch with both hands, her body tucking to flip over it and then straightening like the gymnast she had once been, using the branch as she had use a horizontal bar hundreds of times before. When her hands finally let go she was airborne, hurdling feet first at the knight's back with force. Take him by surprise and get him to the ground. Then she could make some good use of the cobblestone path.
He may have heard the few quick steps of her sandals, the creak of the branch, or shuffle of disturbed leaves. But would it be enough to draw his attention. Juno only had split seconds to hope not.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 9:21 am
Scholomance halted with the recognition of the aura, but he did not turn to greet it. Weighing his emotional capacity for interaction on that night, the page decided he did not want to confront the approaching person. No, he much preferred to pretend he never noticed them and hoped that the person would take the hint to leave him.
The night whispered lukewarm apologies around his ears, whipping hair with the boisterousness that came up off the river. A gloved hand found the rusted railing while he continued his walk. The family ahead appeared marginally less disturbed with several more paces between themselves and the potential menace behind them, though one of the watching children suddenly pointed toward the page and exclaimed something indiscernible from his distance. Had she finally noticed him, and decided he was noteworthy? Scholomance's eyes narrowed; either she pointed to him, or
the source of the painful strike that flattened him to the ground and expelled breath from his lungs. The strike happened so swiftly that Scholomance hadn't the time to eke out a thought, let alone a reaction. The sudden skid to ground transferred the brunt of the damage to his uniform, given its wide protection, but rolled his sleeves and ate through some of the skin bared there. It peeled the half-mask from his face to tear at his cheek, leaving cobblestone skids and bloody patches while inertia trawled him over the knobby surface. Every part of him stung immediately afterward and the page struggled to breathe beneath the sudden weight on his back. Fingers scraped along the cobblestone path fur purchase before he even bothered to try to raise himself.
"What the <********>," he hissed at his attacker. Was she a part of the Negaverse? She didn't feel any different from the other senshi he met. All the warnings concerning how terribly wrong the Negaverse felt suddenly seemed like a crock of lies.
First instincts ordered him to crawl his way from beneath her and escape, but he wasn't making much progress there. "I don't know what you're after, but I'm not interested in this teenage pissant turf war," he seethed while spitting stray flecks of gravel. "In short, get the hell off me."Iris_virus your rotating sig pleases me greatly
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 8:31 am
There was always the chance she could have missed. That the man might have noticed and dodged or that her 'calculations', as if she actually ever made those, would have been off. It wouldn't be the first time she tried some super cool move only to end up looking like an idiot with her a** and legs getting skinned by pavement.
As her legs connected to his back and the two fell, one on top of the other, a noise of triumph escaped the senshi. A noise of sheer delight and a job well done. It did not matter that there had been witnesses to the assault, she highly doubted the family would attempt to do anything about it.
And when he himself protested beneath her the Amazonian senshi simply laughed. From her position it was pretty easier to tell now that she was bigger then him in every way. Taller, heavier. While his body was pretty well hidden beneath his uniform with her bare skin against him she could feel the.. almost frailness of his body beneath the fabric. She had the body of an athlete, hardened through years of practice and kept taunt with days of hard labor. Juno was pretty sure she could crush him, grind him in the ground if she wanted.
"If you do not want to fight, then do not put on the suit" The taunt was barely over a whisper, a statement wrapped heavily in a foreign accent and amusement. The heel of her hand pushed hard against his spine around the area of his lungs, pressing her body weight against the sensitive area as she lifted herself. And when finally he'd feel the sweet relief of her body completely off of his, she gave him a hard and swift kick.
Her arms crossed, she waited. She would let him get up. It would be more fun if he actually tried to fight back a little.Strickenized I always loved randos, I need to add more pictures to it eventually though. biggrin
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2015 7:43 pm
"What are you, dense?" Scholomance started, and pressed heel into his spine. The page groaned from where he lay on the ground and flecks of gravel clung to his cheek liberally. He took in a sharp breath once her weight left him, and scrambled to get off the ground, but the swift kick following sent him skidding sideways on his shoulder by a fair six inches. Cursing under his breath, Scholomance attempted to ignore the painful throb in his ribs.
As he drew himself to his feet, an arm cradling his side gingerly, the page asked himself for the last time that he wound up in a physical altercation. Was there nothing more recent than grade school tussles? He couldn't remember anything more graceful or informed than two lanky children attempting to take out their frustrations on one another. Fifteen years later and all manner of confrontations escaped, and now he faced down a cruel Amazonian girl with no outward reason to pound his face in. Was she some other part of the 'war'? Could this constitute gang violence? Isaiah couldn't come up with an answer for it - nor did he have time ******** my damn luck in meeting this crazy wench. Scholomance couldn't straighten himself in full. "Do you always make a habit of coming around and assaulting people? Nothing about this s**t ever screamed 'fighting' before..." He paused to draw painful breath. His side would bruise, surely, and likely part of his face in how he skid part of it against the ground.
As much as he would've liked to bluff combat prowess, even an attempt at it seemed worthless right now. Attacking her back seemed just as unlikely, given that she struck him without his prior knowledge for it. And running always seemed a fair option in the scope of his life - why suffer further hurt when he could avoid it altogether? Instead of approaching her for a fight, Scholomance drew away by stepping backward carefully. Hazel eyes trained on her, watching for another attempted assault while he hoped she might stay put. Any manner of engagement screamed calorie waste, and writing that into his daily allowance demanded much more change to his routine than he could tolerate.Iris_virus writing at work so apologies if it's not great - kinda distracting lol
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2015 6:31 pm
As she waited for him to right himself her arms uncrossed, the senshi brushing mildly at the dirt that had smudged the stark white of her fuku. It was more a motion of boredom then anything, as she hardly cared about cleanliness. Grass stains and dirt were a sign of a job well done, both in volleyball and senshi-hood. However her expression soured as he stood and reacted. This guy spoke a lot. He didn't, however, seem at all intent on fighting back. Disappointing.
But even if he wasn't going to make it fun for her and fight back.. well that didn't mean that she couldn't or shouldn't kick the s**t out of him.
When the page began to back up defensively the Amazonian lunged forward, grabbing his coat in a tight grasp to pull him back towards her. The softest hints of predatory chortle making her chest heave. He could whine and cry all he wanted, Juno had no time for sob stories or insistence that he wasn't so bad.
Only... face to face, with mere inches between them the details were impossible to ignore. Though his uniform was dark.. there were tiny pops of white... that planetary symbol... and his aura. Even with her rustiness it was quite obvious this close up that the aura he exuded didn't feel like it should.
"Who are you?" She growled, confused, her brows furrowing.Strickenized I'm super sorry about the delay Strick! Was there any other injury you wanted in particular? If so I can always make her strike him again out of embarrassment. And hahhh! I think even half asleep your writing would still be leagues above mine you silly thing. Your posts are so nice they're almost intimidating emotion_kirakira
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 2:00 am
The seize dragged him forward and Scholomance writhed in her grip. Gloved hands settled on her wrists in an attempt to pry them off of himself but her grip hadn't budged in the slightest. For a brief moment Scholomance considered headbutting her, but he doubted a move like that proved useful anywhere but in the movies.
If there were more room between the pair, he'd punch her in the throat. Or try to. And without being male, he had nothing to knee. How the hell was he supposed to win this? Magic? Sleight of hand?
Probably the former.
"It doesn't particularly matter who I am." The page hissed back. "Not like you asked for my name before you decided to jump me!" He needed a different manner of attack. Or, more accurately, he needed a manner of attack. But the bone ring he possessed was nigh useless. and all the dirty tactics he knew of for escaping a fight proved ineffective right now (save for, perhaps, poking her eyes out). However, some of the flagrant assault she committed to stymied when she asked the question. What had her suddenly unsure of him? That question of hers might just warrant answering.
"Scholomance of Saturn," he managed, just before loosing his grip on one of her wrists and attempting a punch to one of her ample breasts.
He found a soft spot after all.Iris_virus omg you flatter me too much
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 7:01 am
As he hissed and fussed she looked at him with boredom, entirely unimpressed with his display of words when it was pretty damn obvious to her that he couldn't back them up.
"Fuuuuuuck." As his name was offered, confirming her sudden uncertainty, the curse escaped her, riding upon a sigh that sounded far more annoyed then sorry. The actual 'attack' surprised Juno, a grunt of pain escaping her as he punched her in the boob, which was followed instantly by another annoyed look and a swift and firm swat to the side of his head. Her expression probably conveyed her message without actually saying the words. Don't ******** do that dude. Hypocritical, yes.
Her hands released him entirely before falling to her sides, but she did not move, continuing to stare at him with something between confusion and annoyance. "Why do you look so much like Negaverse?" Yep. She was blaming this all on him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 1:48 am
The smack upside the head earned a yelp, and a gloved hand immediately retreated to press against the sting. At least he got some sort of payback out of it.
Once Scholomance regained independence, he adjusted his jacket with a huff and smoothed his hair. The ornamental hairpin only seemed to bother him, so he removed it entirely and shoved it into a pocket of his outfit. Hands followed after it and he traced the curve of the symbol idly as a means to distract himself from the steady throbbing of abuse. It didn't help; he wanted to stoop and clutch the injured areas like he'd never been served a beating before. He did, however, lean somewhat toward the injuries incurred, especially his side.
Her question earned more dry wit. "Because, my dear, when I decided to sit down and design this outfit, I took one look at the Negaverse and decided that such impeccable fashion aesthetic deserved emulation with an avant-garde flair." His gaze grew half-lidded when he met her eyes. "You're asking the wrong person. I bought a set of rings off a man, and one of the rings turned me into this," he paused to gesture toward the whole of his outfit, "and I've never once been able to change into something more to my liking. But I've never met anyone from the Negaverse to compare and contrast."
He hoped inwardly that this amazonian woman proved a fluke, and that he wouldn't encounter this very situation frequently. It ached too much to warrant a repeat.
"And who are you? The anti-Negaverse death machine?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 8:01 am
Impeccable, aesthetic, avant-garde flair. He delivered to her a sentence, so full of gibberish words that the Brazilian didn't particularly recognize, that her brows furrowed as he spoke it. His obvious attitude, apparent in the tone, even though she didn't know the meaning of the sentence, however made Juno debate quite seriously whether she wanted to hit him again. Luckily for the page, and perhaps only because somewhere inside she did maybe feel a tiny bit bad about attacking him, she held back her urge, simply pursing her lips and making a fist and relaxing her hand over and over again.
Were she a normal senshi she probably would have forgiven his inexperience, perhaps even offered him some tips or mentoring. But she was Juno, so when he mentioned never having seen the Negaverse the Amazonian gave a sigh. The sort of sigh that let someone know that they were the worst hassle and inconvience. "Is good that you have not met them if you suck at fighting as bad as you seem to." He certainly hadn't done a very good job of defending himself and she didn't even have a weapon like the Negaverse did. And even his 'attack' had been laughable, only the tiniest bit of an annoying tingling ache remained. Absent-mindedly a hand reached up to rub against and try and remedy herself of the mild ache.
However, a smile slowly crept on her face at his sarcasm, interpreting it instead as something of a compliment. Yes.. 'anti-Negaverse death machine' was a perfectly suitable title in her opinion, and without attempting to he'd apparently stroked her ego just a bit.
"I have killed a few of them." She mused, before tentatively offering her free hand outward. "Sailor Juno of the Canopy."Strickenized I can only imagine the impression he's going to have of her. XD It's sad that I think she has more Order side characters 'afraid' of her then Chaos ones.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2015 11:48 am
Scholomance looked at the hand, thought about it, considered what might come of it, and then decided that risking a broken wrist wasn't worth the show of amicability. Instead he offered a smile that, thankfully, did not look like a grimace. "Sailor Juno." And I suppose murder can't be traced back to any of us, either. "Exciting."
She's got a few screws loose and absolutely no reason to help someone like me. I don't trust the way she looks at things, either. There's a marked stare to her that I've seen in the mild shellshocked and... Well, frankly, it reminds me of Sarcowicz's glass eye. There's something fake about it. Pretentious, almost. And I certainly don't need to trust it. "Meeting you has certainly been memorable, but I'm not going to stick around - especially if you're not going to apologize for kicking the s**t out of me for no reason." He rubbed his side gingerly, working circles into sore and inflamed skin. His scathing comments finally grew more serious, as did his countenance. "You have nothing I want, and vice versa.
"I won't pretend to understand this 'war', or whether it's a war and not a petulant gang fight between magically inclined teenagers. But I understand the value of the company I keep, and yours - at this point - is a detriment." His heart rattled in his chest while he spoke, but he retained a placid demeanor. "Try not to make real enemies for yourself, Sailor Juno - at least, not of those who are supposed to be on your side."
Scholomance retreated a few paces, until his heel struck the edge of the sidewalk, then turned from the green-haired senshi wholly. Doing so keened his awareness, each fleck of stimuli drawing daggers across his perception, and he tried to march through the lot of it. To call it hope was foolish - he gambled that she wouldn't attack him twice.
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2015 12:12 pm
She wasn't offended by the lack of a hand shake. Not even by the way he was surely looking at her as he silently, but not unfairly, judged her. She couldn't help but snort a little when he asked for a verbal apology, shifting from one foot to the other as he told her that she had no value to him.
Was he serious..? The expression on her face conveyed her thoughts quite clearly without the use of words. But as he continued on with his big words and.. what she would decide later to consider as 'pouting', Juno could only look on at him incredulously. He had gotten his a** kicked, sure. And that was certainly a reason to be grumpy. But maybe he needed to get his a** kicked if he thought he was going to talk his way out of everything like a whole host of those other moronic knights and senshi.
It didn't matter really. He obviously wasn't the sort she wanted to hang around with, so it wasn't any skin off of her teeth that he didn't want to hang out with her.
As he turned to retreat, a hand lifted to her head, scratching it mildly as she watched him. He still looked so much like the enemy, especially from the back. And thought she wouldn't attack, it didn't mean she wouldn't respond, calling back at him from the distance in a way that would likely only confirm his thoughts of a immature teenaged game fight. "Is okay. I do not hang out with gutless pussies anyway."Strickenized Yep, wrap. heart Thanks so much, that was fun!
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