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 Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 8:14 am
((Backlogged to a few days before Thanksgiving))It was a few days before Thanksgiving but as far as the stores were concerned it was closer to Christmas than Thanksgiving and considering just how many people were coming into the city Havasu was beginning to think the stores were right. Tons of people were out and about in the more populated areas of the city as tourists came in to check out all the city deals and everyone else came home to visit with their families. With family is where Havasu should have been right then but he had begged off dinner and decided to patrol which had turned into people watching. Early on in his ‘shift’ he had found a roof on an abandoned warehouse and watched as the mass of humanity flowed through the streets like blood through a body. He kept his civilian jacket tight around his uniform, the brown leather actually went well with it, and silently blessed the knight who told him the little trick about powering up and then grabbing a jacket or sweater. It was chilly but not downright cold unlike some of the cities in the midwest who were already getting some accumulated snow. That was how Havasu spent most of his night; people watching, contemplating his life, and above all keeping his senses open for any chaos signatures. By the time the roads were mostly empty of life he was thoroughly chilled and ready to do some mobile patrolling before calling it a night. He settled his hat more securely on his head and made his way into the darkness. Now that it was quiter out he was expecting to see more action, someone or something out hunting the straggling tourists staggering back to their hotel rooms after they hit their limit at a bar or one of the more seeder members of the city. Havasu didn't encounter anything until he was in a much quieter, and darker, part of the city. One where you could scream and no one would hear you or even care. The buildings dark windows witnessed the cowboy stop dead in his tracks as all of a sudden three signatures flared to life right at the very edge of his senses. Two chaos and a order… Havasu hesitated a moment before heading towards the signatures at a cautious but fast clip. He wasn't great at the signatures but he had felt such a strong chaos signatures once before, in the subway right after all hell broke loose. There was no way in hell he was going to leave a brother in arms to the nut balls that was the negaverse. Besides he was likely sensed way before he sensed them.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 4:12 pm
It wasn't terribly often that Cinnabar got to play the dutiful General, instructing the lower ranks, so when she did, she let herself enjoy it. There was just a feeling that came with the authority, of knowing that she could command and she would be obeyed, or she was within her rights to force the issue. Or punish for insubordination. That was not the goal tonight, though. Tonight was about instruction.
"See?" The half-youma said as she lifted the squire up by her grip around his throat and slammed him back into the brick wall. "A little draining can make an opponent MUCH more biddable... Many officers seem to forget we have the ability, when they are in the middle of a fight. And granted, it can be hard to focus enough to do so, but with out their energy, its harder for them to strike back."
A sharp jab sent her fist into the squire's stomach, giving him something to focus on that wasn't fighting her hold. She half turned, waving the corrupt to join her.
"Its your turn, Lieutenant. Show me how well you can drain, and then we'll move on to another battle tactic that is rarely used." And they'd both get to see what sort of stomach she had for it.
The flare of an order signature nearby drew Cin's attention up, but she didn't release her hold, tracking the light as it moved across the landscape of her mind. It was a Page... and easy enough opponent for a General, if they chose to display their stupidity and attack. Maybe it would be a two-for-one night.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2015 1:04 pm
She knew she needed to improve, to get better, but she had not planned to be standing here in this part of town with the half youma General in front of her. But by asking for help what else should she have expected? Hand holding and sugar coated words? No, this was what learning in the Negaverse was, this was becoming better. While she didn't agree with a lot, if not all, of what she'd thus far seen she hadn't once considered changing sides either. Whether it was because she didn't know she could was unknown. The idea had simply not entered her mind in all this time. Though in all this time she had done her job, brought in her energy, and little else. She had been to the subway incident and nothing else to speak of really. The senshi of brains simply drifted on by without sparking any interest or being noticed and she was starting to dislike it. She wanted to be more noticed and so she had to get better, had to do more. Hence she had sought help and here it was: General Cinnabar.
Nodding her head to the spoken words she averted her pink eyes from the squire. Instead her gaze was on the General in front of her. "Yes, that would make sense. To lose you're self in a battle and forget you can drain your opponents energy." It was something she knew she would have done, perhaps not now once it was pointed out so well to her.
Stepping forward, dark pink hair trailing the ground, she came up to the Generals side and stared at the Squire for a moment. The title of Lieutenant almost startled her, she had gotten the impression that corrupted senshi weren't the same, weren't held in the same regard by many, and here she was being addressed with such a title. It made her smile for a moment in appreciation.
While Cinnabar had sensed someone she had not. So she was able to focus on the task given to her - draining energy. That wasn't something so horrid, not to her anyway, as she brought her right hand up and pressed it to the squire's chest and focused herself on the task. Working on drawing the energy from the pinned Squire she was glad she didn't have to worry about them fighting, or moving around, as she was able to keep her focus and work on grabbing what energy she could from them.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 11:49 pm
The squire gave up on speech long ago.
Instead he held, with waning energy, onto the general's fast as she repeatedly crushed his vertebra into the brick wall behind. As an anatomist, he remembered the number of each vertebra that now felt cracked, damaged, crushed beneath the blows. As a former construction worker, he could name the type of brick and type of mason that pummeled his back into permanent paraplegia, and assess how well they were lain. As a plumber's son, he knew the smell of sewage from a young age, and that scent always rose to haunt him in dire situations like this.
Like this, where he faced down the half-youma general Cinnabar and one of her lackeys. Where he tried to prevent her from ruining the lives of a dozen construction workers on the job, and where he succeeded, but in doing so, forfeited the rest of his career. Even if he survived, the studious medical student in him knew he would never walk again. Even if he survived, the common sense in him said that he could never patrol again. Even if he survived, the human part of him would die. The bitterness would set in. Half-youma general Cinnabar would show to every ensemble of dreams.
But she struck his gut, and the Castor squire groaned out, allowing rivulets of blood to spill over his strong chin and stain the soft ice blues and slates of his tunic. By now, there wasn't much point in resummoning his broken weapon and hoping that it repaired itself. He could hope for help, but without any contacts or means of writing, what good was his signet ring in asking for it?
Pained brown eyes edged from the creature to her subordinate, and within them there was no pleading. He would not beg for life, nor a broken shell of it. Instead he watched her and waited for her hand to raise, to touch his own, for his strength to drain. He did not spit on her, for they were even beneath such tactics. No - he would offer them no show of derision.
But there was, in his periphery, the soothing presence of a page skirting the location. Simultaneously he knew great waves of relief and roaring rapids of panic - if the person approached, they would surely know a similar fate, but shouting now proved impossible and the pair would've sensed him regardless. It didn't matter - the page was drawing closer anyway. He only hoped they'd receive a quick death.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 5:10 am
Havasu detoured just enough to get to the high ground. If what he was sensing was right he would need all the help he could get. After what seemed like an eternity but was more like a few moments he stumbled to a stop at the edge of the roof that gave him a clear view of one seriously gross ally. He saw a pink haired chick standing in front of a beaten knight doing something to him. “Yo! t**t! Let him go!” He shouted as he tossed a rock he had squirreled away in his jacket pockets. The stone flew wide where it clattered against the brick high and to the right of the nega and knight. He was ready for a fight but when he caught sight of the other nega picking on the knight Havasu blanched slightly. The lady in red was just wrong… Nothing he had encountered other than in passing. She was the same ‘person’ he had barely seen at the train station before he had his own issues to deal with. “What the hell are you?” He muttered that as he palmed another stone… He was in deeper s**t than he even realized. He took a deeper breath and stood a little straighter before he shouted again, “I won't miss again. Let the guy go you nut balls!” Sometimes Havasu had more guts than brains and in this case he wasn't going to leave a fellow knight in this kind of situation.
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 10:55 pm
It registered only on her periphery as the corrupt began to drain the knight she held. She was too focused on the approaching signature, one hand pinning their prey to the wall while her eyes scanned the buildings around them.
Cin caught the Page the moment he appeared to shout down at him and she frowned as she caught something being thrown at them. It never made it to the corrupt that stood beside her though, flying too far to the side to hit anything. Not that she would have let it, had it's aim been true. Fangs peaked between lips as a cruel smile curved across the half-youma's lips. Her hand tightened on his throat as a rough, grating sound began to rattle from her throat.
"I'm sorry, but I don't believe you were invited to this little party." She called up to him, an edge of amusement and threat in her voice. "If you want your little friend..."
Her grip pushed and slid the squire she held up a few more inches, her eyes never leaving the new comer.
"Then you'd better come down here and collect him."
Her voice lowered as she eased her grip on the squire, softening to something private between her and her student for the day. "Take him. I need my hands free."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 11:24 pm
Looking up at the shouting page she stared, dark pink eyes almost a match to her hair. The rock was unexpected and the hand not collecting energy came up to protect her face from the rock. When the rock didn't hit her, and she heard it hit something else, she let her arm drop and stared up at the figure again. The hand collecting energy pulled away and the orb of energy was offered to the General by her, as she may have pockets? She had no pockets in her uniform and didn't want to shove the little orb down the bodice of her uniform.
Looking to the General she nodded and took hold of the squire they'd been draining. "Keep the orb on you, I've no place to keep it." And she didn't want to have one hand busy with that, and energy collecting, while the other held onto the knight. She wanted at least one hand free so she could use her magic if need be, or defend herself if the page got around the General and came for her.
"I can use my magic, make him an easy target." She offered after a moment. She really hadn't used her magic much but she certainly knew what it did and how easy it could make the page. It could make him a sitting duck for the General and as much as she didn't want him dead, just like she didn't want the squire dead, she was offering to help. She had her orders and would hold the line, if not because she was loyal than due to fear.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2016 10:00 am
Exhaustion crept from flesh into bone while the corrupt maintained her work. She was one of their most basic soldiers - that he could tell by her feel alone. Perhaps, if they met in different circumstances, he would've talked to her. He would've asked her what she felt about the Negaverse, about the holes in her head and chest, about her wild hair that trailed toward the floor. But here, he had no voice with which to speak. He had no energy left in his coffers to fuel the sound of his quiet disappointment.
Briefly the squire hoped that the corrupt would suffer with the weight of an adult male in her grasp. He knew, from experience, that he was roughly twice as strong now as he was in normal attire. He tested the theory with bench presses, and found that his usual 180 bench became 360 when a squire, and though he had not tested it as a page, he knew its value diminished from current. And slim as she was, the squire guessed she benched maybe 80 on a good day, so 160 meant her limit as a super senshi. As a basic, he guessed that she couldn't hold him for long without tiring herself out - so if he could just buy some time... Maybe the new page on the scene could make an escape.
But with the general and her ability to teleport, the guy stood a candle's chance against a snowstorm.
The squire knew he had no energy left to summon magic, but if he could scrape a few dregs together... The man closed his eyes, gritted teeth, and called the thought of his weapon. He remembered its roped grip in his hand, its easy weight, its wooden exterior. The mace would break with a heavy swing, he knew, but if he could brain the general in the back of the head, she might disorient well enough to earn the page an escape. He lost another life in hesitation, if he chose to give in.
With his grip readied, the squire gritted his teeth and managed a swing toward the back of the youma general's head.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 3:25 pm
Havasu couldn't help the rolling of his eyes. “Yeah well I've always been more of a party crasher anyway. Besides I don't think my buddy there is having any fun. Seems like you throw a crappy party.” He knew that he was poking a bear with a stick but if it destructed the two chicks he was willing to poke some more. “If you want me babe you got me.” With more heart than brains the page hopped the lip of the roof and fell two stories… right into a dumpster. “Awe ********!” Havasu hadn't bothered to look at his landing spot when he jumped and now he was floundering in bags of trash. “I'm comin, I’m comin dragon lady. Hold your damn horses.” He gritted his teeth and tried to block the smell as he reached the lip of the dumpster right as the squire tried a last ditch effort to fight back. While Havasu couldn't do anything directly to help him, the page could act as a distraction. “Hell, this isn't the way I meant to join the party but it works for me.” He climbed to the edge and continued rambling, doing his best to engage and distract the two Negas, the dragon lady in particular. “I mean when one jumps off a roof you don't really expect to land on your feet but to fall into a box of trash. I guess I should be lucky cuz you know I could have landed on the closed lid or something hard like old wood or something.” He actually had landed on something hard and long which he had brought up with him, he was holding it out of site against the dumpster wall with his knee. His hands were in clear view on the lip, he smirked and asked, “soooooo how the hell did you become a dragon, lady? And why pick on a lonely squire. Shouldn't you be picking on a guy called George. He's some kind of Saint and seems to like dragons.” Pissing the lead chick off would definitely distract her, at least that was how it worked with most of his female friends. Act as the focus ment his buddies didn't get their asses chewed out so hard.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 4:04 pm
A small smile curled Cin's lips and she shook her head.
"Don't waste your strength." She said back over her shoulder. "I'll take care of it."
She prepped to jump as she watched the page make to get closer, her eyes following him as he dropped from the roof... straight into a garbage bin. It gave Cinnabar pause and all she could do was stare, eyebrows lifted.
Really? And this one thinks he's going to be able to save someone from a General AND a corrupt? Is he suicidal?
She shook her head at his words and rolled her shoulders. There was no explaining some people's stupidity, but whatever.
"I should be used to people comparing me to a dragon by now." She said idly, her voice bored. "Baal was a feline, but I guess the horns and scales are misleading."
Not that it really mattered what he thought, because he'd be dead soon enough. She took a step forward, but her momentary distraction opened her up to attack from an unexpected source. Stars exploded in her vision as something struck her from behind, crashing into her skull to send her hunching forward. She snarled as she spun, swinging a hard backhanded blow at the squire who had dared to attack her in his weak state.
"Wait your turn!" She snapped.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2016 6:16 pm
He still had the energy to use his weapon against the General? That was something of a surprise to the corrupted, as she was sure by now he had been drained too much to do anything but remain right where he was, or fall over on to the ground, she stared from the page to the General half expecting the general to rip his starseed out and smash it in front of his eyes. Instead she snapped at him, but she knew that wouldn't be the end of it - nope.
With the squire still obviously able to manage something of a resistance the corrupted focused her attentions back onto him, leaving the page to the General. She was more than sure Cinnabar could handle him, after all he'd fallen into a dumpster.
"The scales and horns are certainly misleading. I was unaware of the youma having been feline." She spoke up while grasping at the Squire and starting to drain them again, best to weaken them further before they tried something else stupid. She might not want to kill them, she wasn't even enthusiastic about this, but she wasn't about to let them strike the General.
"I would have thought a dragon as well, General." She said slowly, her pink eyes going from the squire to the General. What sort of cat had scales or horns? She couldn't think of anything, perhaps a book or a search online when she got home might yield some answer? Though with youma they didn't need to look like anything which ever existed even in myths as she had learned.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2016 1:01 am
Beyond them, the page that came along continued posturing. The Castor squire hardly listened; what he was saying didn't matter so much as that he was still speaking. It drew the general's attention well enough, which gave him the opportunity he needed. Tensing his grip, the knight rolled the weapon in his grasp and forced his bleeding, tired arm to raise once more in retaliation. He swung, struck her squarely, and felt a swell of pride until he realized that the half-youma did not lose consciousness.
Truly, the squire managed the very last of his energy. He had only the mental acuity to grasp the general's ire in turning around before a hand swatted at him, and all consciousness left him. Slumping in the corrupted senshi's arms, he became little more than dead weight.
His heartbeat remained, even if his energy didn't.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2016 7:45 am
It was like the stars aligned. The squire was able to hit the dragon lady... who was a cat lady? Sadly it didn't seem to have any real effect but it did distract both of the negas as their attention turned to the squire, however briefly. Havasu wasn't going to let that chance pass. Going for more finesse than speed the page hopped from the dumpster, carrying his found weapon, and raced towards the distracted general. As he approached he swung the broken golf club at her side, the metal shaft glinting in the crappy light. The golf club was mostly intact, it was just missing the head and a bit but he wasn't looking to spear either girl with it, just get them to let the squire go. With luck the force behind his swing would hurt the red lady, he had a lot more strength behind his attack then that squire did. As he swung the metal rod the page grinned, "Yippie Kai Yai Yay Mother Fuc..." The last little bit was cut off as focused on adding more power behind the swing. The dragon lady would be the one he needed to take down first, he just hoped this worked.
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