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 Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 4:54 am
Xenia, his good friend, could hold her drink better than most experienced lushes the male knew. So whenever he enjoyed her company for a night, it always seemed to end with a the worse hangover ever. When he awoke after passing out, he clutched at his throbbing temple and slid orange eyes over to his friend reclining peacefully on the couch. Taking this as a cue that he should leave, he threw a blanket over Xenia and departed from her department.
Looking up to the sky after exiting from the lobby, Minoru realized that it was still night. Huh, he thought, fishing around his being for his cigarettes and lighter. I didn't get a glance at the clock, but it feels pretty early... Not morning yet? He drew puffs from a cigarette when he managed to find the pack and light it up. I should... get home. Mom'll throw a fit if I'm not awake for classes tomorrow.
Dropping a butt down to his heel, he ground it into the concrete beneath and started his long journey back to his house. He felt himself overcome with a familiar sluggishness; heading home with a hangover was terrible, especially when he had to physically walk there. Suddenly, Minoru stopped his trek, and recalled his powers.
Oh, that's right...! he thought, eyes glancing up to the rooftops. I can just run there, right?
Though Minoru still wasn't used to his powers, they were useful in a pinch. Summoning his kiseru, he touched a hand upon it, and felt his vigor renewed as he took the form of Takama-Ga-Hara. Then, kicking off from where he stood, he jumped to the nearest roof and raced his way home.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2016 2:41 pm
Ironically, Takama-Ga-Hara was not the first to have thought of using his powered form to get to classes on time after having spent the night over at someone else's place. In fact, Kit himself had accidentally revealed to a Negaverse Lieutenant that he was a senshi because he'd powered up when the other man had come to give him something he'd left behind in his apartment. Luckily for them both, they'd been on the same side.
This page wasn't as careless as Kit had been, however, and Sailor Ptolemaeus only detected the Order-aligned energy signature once Takama-Ga-Hara was on the move. Ptolemy himself had been out on a late-night patrol and was just heading back to his dorms when he sensed the new presence. Curious, he decided to go check it out. Even if he was late for classes, he was going to graduate in a few weeks anyway. What did being tardy matter to a senior who had less than a month left of high school?
"Ooh, what a pretty, sparkling outfit," he called to the page once he found the source of the signature. "Is that your nightgown? Little early in the morning to be wearing something so exposing outdoors, though, don't you think?" the Dark Mirror senshi laughed. "You must be freezing off that fine a**."Unoderi ((It's perfect; thank you! heart So sorry it took me so long to respond. sweatdrop Work and other RL stuff got in the way.))
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2016 2:58 pm
Takama's temples still pounded, and still so unused to his powers, he had some trouble picking up on the Chaos signature until it was too late. When he finally did, it's bearer was close enough to speak, causing the page to stiffen. He tried to find reason in their presence; the thick swell of energy feeling off and unnerving. The only thing he could mutter was a low, "Crap." He hadn't thought there would be other dangers in the night besides youma.
Let alone a person.
"Well," he drawled dryly, eyeing his exposed torso and flapping kimono sleeves with a small smile. "I didn't really have much pick in the cosmic attire department, fine a** included." He then folded his arms across his chest and that smile faded. "Can I help you? Because, to be frank, I'm not in the mood for any confrontations. I'd rather just go on my merry way and, I'm sure, you'd rather go on yours."
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2016 1:15 am
"I guess that's fair," the dark mirror senshi laughed in response. "If we did have our pick, you can bet that a** would be mine." In what way he meant, he didn't specify.
"Ooh, someone's in a hurry," Ptolemaeus mused. "If I would have rather gone my own way, I wouldn't have taken the time and trouble to come track you down, cupcake. Why don't you at least play with me a bit for my troubles, hmm? I'd love to see more of that outfit in action - not to mention the body beneath it."
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2016 1:36 am
Even half-naked, freezing his literal butt off, and a slight hangover to boot, Takama still found the energy to be amused. Who knew his first encounter with a member of the other side would be so, well, ostentatious? His eyebrows rose and his folded arms parted for just a second as he bit the end to his kiseru.
"Tempting," Takama said, the metal of the mouthpiece clattering against his teeth, "but I'll have to decline, love. I really do have to be elsewhere."
He held himself composed, but beneath, Takama felt his chest stir. It wasn't just because he was reluctant to "play" with this new face, but he was frightened. Of course, he didn't readily admit this, but if his encounter with a youma during his awakening was an example to the danger he could be in, he didn't want to imagine it with an actual person.
As in, someone who could actually think to hurt him and didn't rely on instincts alone.
"So, if you don't mind, I'll be on my way." With a dancer's grace, his geta scraped against the rooftop and he jumped his way to the next; back turned to the dark mirror sailor as he calmly (or tried to) walk his way home.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2016 4:54 pm
"Actually, honey, I do mind," Ptolemy replied, darting forward in an attempt to cut Takama off. "Where have you got to be that's so important? You could just keep going, but then I'd just keep following you and then you'd have a stalker on your hands, so I suggest you take care of me now before I get dangerous."
He smirked and feigned a look of deep contemplation. "School should be starting soon if I'm not mistaken. I guess a lot of people's business work days would be, too. Does that mean if I follow you, I might get to find out your secret identity as a civilian? I'd get to find out what you do during your daytime hours and then you'd never be rid of me."
Why was he messing with this guy when he wasn't usually the one to pick a fight? The page didn't seem at all interested in putting a stop to whatever activities he was up to, either, so if he'd wanted, Ptolemaeus could have gone on gathering energy of unwary people unhindered. However, something nagged at the dark mirror senshi's mind and it had to do with this guy. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but if he followed him around enough, maybe it would reveal itself. That or, as a less time and energy-consuming option, take him on in a battle.
"Come ooooon. Play with me," he urged, spreading his arms in a 'come at me' stance with a huge grin on his face. "I wanna see how you fight in that. The sooner you beat me, the sooner you can go on your merry way."
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2016 5:53 pm
F-fast... Takama thought just before he took another step and almost collided with the guy. He backpedaled one and furrowed teal eyebrows to the implication of his words, hiding his alarm behind a look of perturbation. He really didn't like the sound of that, especially when he wanted to keep his personal and newly acquired powered life as far apart from each other as possible.
It didn't help there was a horrific nagging in the back of his head, something he couldn't wholly blame on the drinks he had some time before. Much to his chagrin, it piqued his interest, but obliging the dark mirror really wasn't in the Cosmos page's favor. However, it seemed no matter what option he chose—fight or flight—he couldn't be through with this little pest. Still, maybe he'd get an answer if he "played" around a bit.
Just a little bit.
Tucking his kiseru into his obi, he folded his arms across his torso again, and thinned his lips. "Fine," he said, almost huffed. "I'll... "play" with you." He reached a hand out and contemplated between giving him the schoolyard bully push or the intimidating shirt grab. Instead, he kinda went for a grab/push combo that, in no way, seemed like an instigation. At all. "So do your worse and let's get this over with."
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2016 6:26 pm
Ptolemy laughed. "That's more like it," he snickered as the other male made the first move. He found his shirt grabbed but then was shoved away by the grip that held him. "But I have to know - what's this thingie do?"
Swinging his sandal-ed foot up, the dark mirror senshi did his best to catch the tip of the kiseru through the folds of the page's obi to dislodge it from where it was tucked. "Don't tell me you fight with that thing. Is it magic?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2016 6:32 pm
Takama just managed to step out of the way of the senshi's foot, but a look of horror came to his face when he realized he wasn't the target at all—it was his kiseru. The smoking pipe came smoothly out of his obi and arced through the air as if made for flight.
In between trying to catch it and keep eyes on his opponent, Takama blabbed, "N-no! s**t, it isn't for magic or fighting or whatever, it's for— s**t— It's just something important, okay?!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2016 6:43 pm
The expression of horror that had come across Takama's face certainly had not been Ptolemaeus' intention, but he relished it just the same and laughed harder than before.
The senshi made a sudden jerk in an attempt to both break free from the page's grip and to reach out so he could snatch the pipe before its owner did. "Hahaha, even better! I love important things. They're always surrounded by secrets."
If he did manage to snag the precious object, Ptolemaeus had every intention of sticking the thing in his mouth in a mocking imitation of the way Takama had before.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2016 6:59 pm
A hand certainly caught the kiseru, and as Takama took on to the senshi, his look of horror grew because it wasn't his. He didn't feel inclined to fight, but that mocking gesture Ptolemaeus made was inching him closer to the tipping point. Instead of rise out of him, Takama took a breath, and scowled.
"Give it back," he said. "I know you want to "play," but that's not a toy. Honestly."
He looked both desperate and embarrassed. Begging in this manner felt akin to prostrating himself. Though he didn't care about much, that kiseru meant something to him. What that was was still update for debate.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2016 11:58 pm
"Of course it's not the toy. You are," Ptolemy stated matter-of-factly and gave him a sinister smile. "That's an adorable look you're wearing on that face. If this is so precious to you, why bring it into battle?"
"Tell you what - if you tell me why this is so important to you, I'll give it back. You have to be detailed, though, or I might not feel so inclined." He put the pipe to his lips again. "Huh...can you even actually use this thing, or is it just to look fancy?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2016 12:24 am
Takama rolled his eyes beneath closed lids and turned a half a step away from the senshi, folding arms across his chest again.
Of course just asking wouldn't cut it.
It wasn't that easy.
It never was that easy.
He should date life itself because it was great at screwing him over in more ways than one.
He muttered a few choice words beneath his breath and sighed. "I'll be frank... I don't really... know." Well, there went his chances at getting it back. "I don't even know what I am, just my name, or title, or whatever and that I can jump a few stories high. I've only been powered for, what, a week at most? That's it. Honest to, err, whatever." He tapped his geta testily. "I think, and don't quote me on this, but I think it's like an heirloom or something. Maybe, but c'mon." He looked to Ptolemaeus fully prepared for anything. "Wouldn't you rather those lips on mine instead of that measly thing?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 10:31 am
Ptolemaeus watched Takama closely as the page turned away. He supposed the page had every right to feel frustrated. First he'd been stopped while in an obvious hurry, then his precious pipe had been taken from him and now he was being asked to explain the importance of the pipe - personal, private information he probably wasn't keen on sharing.
...Or, apparently, didn't know enough about to share.
The dark mirror scout considered his words for a while, taking them in while studying the speaker. Eventually he removed the pipe from his own mouth to respond properly.
"I'm pretty new to this myself, too," he admitted, his tone serious; perhaps even empathetic. "But I don't have anything like this. So it feels important to you, but you don't know why?" He had heard rumors among other senshi of past lives and stuff but he wasn't really sure what that was all about. Maybe the page was referring to something like that.
At the indirect offer of what Ptolemy could only presume to be a kiss, he snorted and chuckled lightly. "Heh. Don't sell yourself cheap, angel-face. Here." He tossed the pipe back to the page. "Desperation isn't a good look for you."
Then he walked up to the Order-aligned soldier, stopping only when their faces were a few inches apart. That aggravating feeling that he might have known this person from somewhere continued to tug at him, but even up close, nothing was coming to mind. Maybe it was the magic that surrounded them as powered beings. Or maybe it had something to do with that mysterious past life stuff and the feelings it inspired.
"Go ahead and hit me," he told his opponent. "I've tormented you enough. It's only fair."
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 1:57 pm
Takama felt that lump in his throat dissipate almost instantly to have his pipe casually tossed back at him. He was expecting such a scuffle for it that when he went to catch it, he nearly made a small noise as it bounced off his wrist and then landed in his cupped hands. Despite this, he didn't allow himself a sigh of relief—slightly out of pride, slightly out of understanding for his fellow newbie experience-wise, albeit begrudgingly.
Smoothing a lock out of his face, he sighed, and said, "I wouldn't have guessed, but then again, I really don't know much of what this is. These powers. And to be frank, I'm not proud to have offered myself to"—he eyed the dark mirror from head to toe twice—"the enemy, but I'd rather not fight. Too much energy."
Takama didn't flinch at all to the face he sensed in his periphery between slipping his kiseru back into his obi. When he regarded Ptolemaeus fully, his eyes fell half-lidded, and an amused smile played on his lips. He glanced down to the senshi's own and felt a small tug of reluctance to not have that kiss he offered. Instead, he gently cupped Ptolemaeus's face, and thumbed his bottom lip.
"I really don't want to," he said, voice low. His hand slipped from the male's face then and then curled into a fist. Takama decked him just below the jowl where his hand once rested. "But as you said, it's only fair."
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