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A few night ago he had been pepper sprayed and honestly he was getting rather tired of having a puny weapon that was useless to him. He could fight well enough, but once the magic slingers started slinging magic things usually went downhill quickly. He was frustrated to say the least and unfortunately for more that a few civilians that meant he drained them till they dropped and left them lying in the gutter. If a youma or theft got them of well. He was beginning to think people in Destiny City were just born lacking common sense.
He was done with energy gathering so now she he trying to let out some pent up frustration standing on a rooftop top, practicing kickboxing which he’d been taking for a few months now. He practiced as often as he could wanting to be promoted through the levels quickly. Right now, it helped him not think about how much her want to hurt the comos page that pepper sprayed him.
“Going to get it dollface, you’ll see. You’ll never see me coming.”
He was done with energy gathering so now she he trying to let out some pent up frustration standing on a rooftop top, practicing kickboxing which he’d been taking for a few months now. He practiced as often as he could wanting to be promoted through the levels quickly. Right now, it helped him not think about how much her want to hurt the comos page that pepper sprayed him.
“Going to get it dollface, you’ll see. You’ll never see me coming.”
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Venice who was new to things had, thus far, tossed himself into the whole knight thing. It was hard though, language being something of an issue, he also wasn’t the strongest as he’d found out. It wasn’t like he’d not known such but he’d never had to fight for someone's life and so failing to save a person, to see them die, had just hurt and driven home that he needed to work out more and train and really put in more overall.
It was why he was out tonight, along, and patrolling the area. His cell phone wasn't with him tonight, he was getting better about having it out and in hand with him. He didn’t need it broken or stolen and someone to find out who he was or anything else.
Walking down the back alleyways, as he tended to do in order to avoid people's attention due to his uniform, he did sense something and stopped and froze. Turning this way and that to try and determine the direction he finally headed off toward the energy signature. He had thus far only encountered a few members of chaos but each time they’d either been hurting someone, killing them, or they had attacked him. So not figuring it to be a good reason for this person, whoever it was, to be out and about he headed for them figuring he’d be trying to save someone - again.
When he did arrive to where he felt the signature he looked up, he’d learned some liked to travel that way - roof tops. Nibbling his bottom lip gently he headed for the stairs he spotted and climbed up onto the rooftop himself.
It was why he was out tonight, along, and patrolling the area. His cell phone wasn't with him tonight, he was getting better about having it out and in hand with him. He didn’t need it broken or stolen and someone to find out who he was or anything else.
Walking down the back alleyways, as he tended to do in order to avoid people's attention due to his uniform, he did sense something and stopped and froze. Turning this way and that to try and determine the direction he finally headed off toward the energy signature. He had thus far only encountered a few members of chaos but each time they’d either been hurting someone, killing them, or they had attacked him. So not figuring it to be a good reason for this person, whoever it was, to be out and about he headed for them figuring he’d be trying to save someone - again.
When he did arrive to where he felt the signature he looked up, he’d learned some liked to travel that way - roof tops. Nibbling his bottom lip gently he headed for the stairs he spotted and climbed up onto the rooftop himself.
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Witherite felt the other as soon as they were in range, but chose to ignore the order Aura, until he noticed that it was headed straight for him. He could tell easily enough that whoever it was was base rank and he just sighed. Really headed right for him was like asking for a fighting because he certainly wasn't in a talking mood and furthermore, he never wanted to talk to any of the magic slingers anyway. He debated taking off in the other direction, but did need to let off some steam, so he decided to just look over the edge of the rooftop which only made him raise an eyebrow.
“Why the ******** are you climbing the steps, magic slinger? Buildings not that tall and you're wasting my time, since you are obviously looking for me … jump idiot.”
He folded his arms and waited, maybe he shouldn’t be helping, but honestly it was a short building and he had better thing do with his time then wait for a page to climb the steps. He glared down at the other and was very tempted to walk off, but at the same time, he bet the idiot was slim pickings.
“Why the ******** are you climbing the steps, magic slinger? Buildings not that tall and you're wasting my time, since you are obviously looking for me … jump idiot.”
He folded his arms and waited, maybe he shouldn’t be helping, but honestly it was a short building and he had better thing do with his time then wait for a page to climb the steps. He glared down at the other and was very tempted to walk off, but at the same time, he bet the idiot was slim pickings.
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Turning his head to stare at the figure yelling at him, jump? Ok...he didn’t figure it would work really but he found that upon jumping it did infact work - how nice. He did, for a moment, consider commenting to the other and perhaps even insulting him but he had been helpful so the page did resist the urge.
When he did get up there he was able to look the other over - interesting uniform but not bad. He lacked style though...the pattern could use a change. Not that he could complain given the patterns his own uniform boasted.
After that he did look around for any people, and finding none was pleased. Though that didn’t mean they hadn’t already hurt someone or wouldn’t do so soon.
When he did get up there he was able to look the other over - interesting uniform but not bad. He lacked style though...the pattern could use a change. Not that he could complain given the patterns his own uniform boasted.
After that he did look around for any people, and finding none was pleased. Though that didn’t mean they hadn’t already hurt someone or wouldn’t do so soon.
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“You could say thank you instead of just standing there with that dumb look …” he started but a moment later he just charged at the other intended to grab him by the collar and shove him to the edge, maybe dangle him a bit. Destiny City, he again concluded lacked no common sense what so ever. When the boogie man say come hither why the ******** would you come.
“I think the world could do with a little less of you. Really the world could do with a little less of most of the people in this city, but that's not my job. You however, I can end you. Guess its you’re lucky night then.”
End an idiot, pluck a starseed, all in a night's work.
“I think the world could do with a little less of you. Really the world could do with a little less of most of the people in this city, but that's not my job. You however, I can end you. Guess its you’re lucky night then.”
End an idiot, pluck a starseed, all in a night's work.
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“Thank the enemy?” He questioned before he could laugh, or say more, he was being grabbed up by the collar of his vest and jostled and moved about. Deciding he really wasn’t into this he kicked out at the other, not aiming for anything in particular. He was however reaching for the others lovely blond hair with every intention of yanking and pulling as hard as he could.
“Safer city without you.” He replied with something of a smile, it wasn’t kind nor was it warm or even friendly but it was a smile. How could a city do with less people? He understood overpopulation but still...the way he implied it...that bothered him. No, this was another dangerous one who would, and likely had, killed people.
“Safer city without you.” He replied with something of a smile, it wasn’t kind nor was it warm or even friendly but it was a smile. How could a city do with less people? He understood overpopulation but still...the way he implied it...that bothered him. No, this was another dangerous one who would, and likely had, killed people.
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It was very hard to dodge a kick so close to him, but fortunately with the grip he had one the other’s collar it was also hard to aim. The probably looked to be dancing and badly at that, but it matter not, because Wither got a foot grazing the outside of his calf as opposed anything more directed.
He was to focused on the foot kicking out at him that he didn’t noticed the hand launching for his hair before the other had a grip on him. He growled fiercely shaking the other, before allowing one hand to fall away, drawing back and launching right for his kidney. It the kid wanted to pull hair, fine, Wither wouldn’t stop him, instead he’d pound away at the page’s abdomen.
“Got an actual bit of fight in you, no quivering, huh? Actually going to fight …” he grinned a wicked grin, “better than most. Maybe I should save you instead of kill you. Being you into the light, so to speak, before you get all magic slinger.”
Even though he gave something of a compliment to the other his grip on the page’s collar never wavered, maybe even tightening as he only gripped the page with one hand.
He was to focused on the foot kicking out at him that he didn’t noticed the hand launching for his hair before the other had a grip on him. He growled fiercely shaking the other, before allowing one hand to fall away, drawing back and launching right for his kidney. It the kid wanted to pull hair, fine, Wither wouldn’t stop him, instead he’d pound away at the page’s abdomen.
“Got an actual bit of fight in you, no quivering, huh? Actually going to fight …” he grinned a wicked grin, “better than most. Maybe I should save you instead of kill you. Being you into the light, so to speak, before you get all magic slinger.”
Even though he gave something of a compliment to the other his grip on the page’s collar never wavered, maybe even tightening as he only gripped the page with one hand.
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While the others grip on his collar didn’t waver his grip on the others hair didn’t, in fact he tugged and yanked and got a better hold. Pulling the others head as he moved with each hit directed to his abdomen. They hurt - a lot. He tried to avoid them, couldn’t given how close they were the the hold they had on each other, how odd they must look.
He kept his hold though, not willing to let it go, even though it did slacken at points he sought to keep his grip firm, regripping as he had to, he was grunting in pain with each shot and in an effort to stop the other he went to hit his head into the others as he pulled the others head toward his own as he pulled his own head back before bringing it forward. This was not going to be pretty if they collided.
“Not coward.” He answered the other, growling out his words. He wasn’t the sort to back down from something, he never really had been. it was something which had perhaps been bred into him, no way to tell if it was nature or nurture really and did it matter?
It was moments after his head butting that he was curling down into himself, his side hurting something fierce and he really would need ice and to hide the bruises tomorrow, or later. More injuries to cover up, hide, and not let anyone know about - oh well.
He kept his hold though, not willing to let it go, even though it did slacken at points he sought to keep his grip firm, regripping as he had to, he was grunting in pain with each shot and in an effort to stop the other he went to hit his head into the others as he pulled the others head toward his own as he pulled his own head back before bringing it forward. This was not going to be pretty if they collided.
“Not coward.” He answered the other, growling out his words. He wasn’t the sort to back down from something, he never really had been. it was something which had perhaps been bred into him, no way to tell if it was nature or nurture really and did it matter?
It was moments after his head butting that he was curling down into himself, his side hurting something fierce and he really would need ice and to hide the bruises tomorrow, or later. More injuries to cover up, hide, and not let anyone know about - oh well.
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Wither smile was quite sadistic as he pummeled the other’s abdomen. He hair was pulled determinately, his head yanking repeatedly, which only fueled his anger and made him punch the other harder. He was very surprised at the beating this page was able to take thus far. He stopped briefly considering letting the page go, until his head was yanked forward and his skull met the page’s skull such force his made him cry out and stumble back.
“Mother ********,” he shouted he eyes burning with rage. Witherite had quite a short temper and a nasty one at that. “You maybe be no coward, but that doesn't make you any less of a dead man.”
The idiot didnt know who he was messing with, not that Witherite was a name currently that brought fear into the hearts of others, but he like to think he was nothing short of terrifying. He threw out a kick aimed the other’s ankle intended to knock him to the ground. Once he was down, it would be lights out for the page. He’d live tonight, for Wither hoped maybe the page could be swayed to the right side in time, but it was a short frame the time sat in.
“Mother ********,” he shouted he eyes burning with rage. Witherite had quite a short temper and a nasty one at that. “You maybe be no coward, but that doesn't make you any less of a dead man.”
The idiot didnt know who he was messing with, not that Witherite was a name currently that brought fear into the hearts of others, but he like to think he was nothing short of terrifying. He threw out a kick aimed the other’s ankle intended to knock him to the ground. Once he was down, it would be lights out for the page. He’d live tonight, for Wither hoped maybe the page could be swayed to the right side in time, but it was a short frame the time sat in.
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He was already bent over, doubled over from the pain, so it wasn’t any surprise when the sweep took him down to the ground with a thud and a short, though loud, cry of shock and pain. He really was going to need to work on this, getting better at putting up a fight. He just hoped he lived beyond this fight in order to do so. This could be the end, and he knew it, he just hoped that wouldn’t be the case.
His dark eyes staring up at who could be death to him. He was panting, curled protectively around his abused mid section. His arms wrapped about himself as well, as if hugging himself when that was far from the case.
If he survived this he would later think it a good thing he wasn’t dating someone, that he didn’t date, because it would certainly worry them. he already had at least one friend to worry about finding out. He would need to perform well in front of Erebus and make sure he didn’t know he was injured. He was sure the other would worry. At least, if he could manage it, he could find himself company and not worry about questions over injuries and explaining things - nope he was lucky in that...but that might not matter..and these thoughts would only hit him later if he made it.
His dark eyes staring up at who could be death to him. He was panting, curled protectively around his abused mid section. His arms wrapped about himself as well, as if hugging himself when that was far from the case.
If he survived this he would later think it a good thing he wasn’t dating someone, that he didn’t date, because it would certainly worry them. he already had at least one friend to worry about finding out. He would need to perform well in front of Erebus and make sure he didn’t know he was injured. He was sure the other would worry. At least, if he could manage it, he could find himself company and not worry about questions over injuries and explaining things - nope he was lucky in that...but that might not matter..and these thoughts would only hit him later if he made it.
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Wither grinned as the other went down, “you need practice. I mean you put of a decent fight, but you need to fight with your eyes too. Not that any of this will matter since you’re about to die.”
He grabbed at the other’s arms roughly, coming to his knees and slamming the other hard against roof ledge wall. As soon as he had contact he was already pulling energy from the other, probably a terrifying feeling as the other would grow weaker and soon be unable to keep their consciousness.
“I was wide open with I had your collar, you could have pummeled me just as easily as I did you. Maybe next time, you’ll free up a hand.” He grinned, knowing the page would be out soon, if he was even there enough to hear what he said anyway. “Name’s Witherite, by the way, and kid you're really on the wrong side. You’ll learn though. You’ll learn.
He aimed to dropped the boy, leaving him lying right on the rooftop, a good bit of energy, the thrill of a decent struggle for it. The night turned pretty interesting in the end he supposed. Now to go sneak into his boyfriend's bed.
He grabbed at the other’s arms roughly, coming to his knees and slamming the other hard against roof ledge wall. As soon as he had contact he was already pulling energy from the other, probably a terrifying feeling as the other would grow weaker and soon be unable to keep their consciousness.
“I was wide open with I had your collar, you could have pummeled me just as easily as I did you. Maybe next time, you’ll free up a hand.” He grinned, knowing the page would be out soon, if he was even there enough to hear what he said anyway. “Name’s Witherite, by the way, and kid you're really on the wrong side. You’ll learn though. You’ll learn.
He aimed to dropped the boy, leaving him lying right on the rooftop, a good bit of energy, the thrill of a decent struggle for it. The night turned pretty interesting in the end he supposed. Now to go sneak into his boyfriend's bed.
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Hitting the roof ledge’s wall pulled a pain sound from the page - he was going to die? Those words brought to him all kinds of feelings. So many things unsaid and undone and so much unknown to him. What would his family do when they found out? What about Erebus and Aaru and others? How many did he know? Ganymede and her partner...what would they think? He was just a page...replaceable right? He wasn’t that strong or that good, obviously if he was about to die this was true. So would it matter?
The familiar feeling of energy being taken, though this time from a person and not a youma, filled him and he really wondered why add insult to injury? They were going to kill him anyway so why this first? Why not just his starseed? it would be the same thing - right? He wanted to ask, to say something, but bit back whatever he would have said and declined to say anything.
Next time? So they weren’t going to...kill him? But they had said...Blinking tired eyes he tried to keep awake, knowing it was a fight he wouldn’t win, he blinked again, slower this time. Wrong side...no...he wasn’t. He might have, would have, said something but he didn’t have the energy as he was dropped onto the ground as his eyes fell closed. He almost didn’t feel when he hit the roofs ground. He was out like alight and soon would power down...and wake up at some point and have to make his way home and into bed.
This knight thing...was it worth it? Yes. Tonight was more proof of it.
The familiar feeling of energy being taken, though this time from a person and not a youma, filled him and he really wondered why add insult to injury? They were going to kill him anyway so why this first? Why not just his starseed? it would be the same thing - right? He wanted to ask, to say something, but bit back whatever he would have said and declined to say anything.
Next time? So they weren’t going to...kill him? But they had said...Blinking tired eyes he tried to keep awake, knowing it was a fight he wouldn’t win, he blinked again, slower this time. Wrong side...no...he wasn’t. He might have, would have, said something but he didn’t have the energy as he was dropped onto the ground as his eyes fell closed. He almost didn’t feel when he hit the roofs ground. He was out like alight and soon would power down...and wake up at some point and have to make his way home and into bed.
This knight thing...was it worth it? Yes. Tonight was more proof of it.
