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 Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2017 1:14 pm
Asmodeus knew that by choosing a much less populous area of Destiny City, she was self-sabotaging her energy draining endeavors. It was a ridiculous game to play with herself -- "oops, oh no, not enough people, guess I can't." As if she hadn't specifically chosen somewhere that would have fewer people, the area around a strip mall receiving a renovation to move new stores in. There were few reasons to be there.
So she wove the streets near it, pretending that she was putting in an intense effort while...well, not.
She could vaguely feel the aura of a Knight, and she stopped, and sighed, and wondered if this would be another person who would accuse her of being a monster just because she wore black.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2017 5:16 pm
There were plenty of places that Michel and Malus could have been, but somehow they had wound up in this part of town. Sensing a Dark Mirror Senshi, it seemed like it had been a good choice to stray from their normal paths.
Malus was trailing behind Michel at the Knight’s request, close enough that he didn’t have to worry about losing the Knight or being in any trouble Michel couldn’t save him from, but Michel was the one who first approached the Dark Mirror Senshi—and he did so deliberately and without any hesitation.
She had been easy to locate, even with the winding streets.
“Hey,” Michel called, raising a hand to wave her over. “Dark Mirror. Come here for a minute. I need you to do something for me.”
He poised it like it might have been a request, but there wasn’t any indication in his voice that said he was going to let her decline.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2017 1:18 am
Asmodeus narrowed her eyes. Her first instinct wasn't exactly to trust Knights who came to her seemingly out of nowhere with requests - but she could...well. Handle this. At least a little bit.
"Yeah?" She walked over to him, warily, and crossed her arms. "What can I help you with?" She wasn't eager to jump into a fight with someone so blatantly much stronger than her, and so her instinct was to hear him out, at leat for the moment.
But if he became hostile, well, she'd...handle it. Soemhow. Probably by firing off her magic and then running, which was definitely a reasonable way to handle things and not in any way cowardly or ridiculous.
Hopefully he wanted something nice and simple, and this wouldn't become a bad situation for anybody.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2017 9:58 am
Good, she could listen. That meant there was hope for her, yet.
Michel waited until she was a little closer before he explained, “I need you to do a spar with a Senshi friend of mine. Basic, not really any threat right now. Which isn’t going to fly in the long run, so I’m going to need you to come over with me and do a quick little fight. Only, the catch is,” he made sure he had her attention.
“You’re going to let him win. You’re not going to do anything to actually hurt him, because the whole point is to give him some confidence. So don’t make it obvious, but don’t actually put your all into this. Any bruise, any scrape, you give him, I’ll take out on you if I have to. So keep it easy, keep it simple, and make him feel good about himself—and you walk away, one piece, and on good terms with the both of us. Can you manage that?”
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 9:02 pm
Asmodeus frowned. That was an...odd request, for certain. It wasn't usually something she would have liked to do, but sparing the pride of a newer fighter and...also avoiding an asskicking from someone two levels higher than her both sounded like very good ideas.
"I can do that," she said. It wasn't even that unfamiliar - in classes, full contact sparring wasn't exactly a regular thing. Of course, ideally they'd be wearing pads to soften blows, but she was fairly certain that wasn't going to happen here, so she'd have to hold back her blows.
"He's lucky to have a friend like you," she said idly. "Come on, let's go."
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 9:12 pm
Michel nodded and even managed what could have passed as a genuine smile. “Something like that."
No, Malus would have been much better off if he'd never met Michel. Or Sanidine. Or Zack. But that was in the past, and there was nothing anyone could have done to change it.
"I'm glad to hear you're willing though." Too many of them made a fuss when he presented them with his offer. He wasn’t the one that needed experience fighting, and he wouldn’t have gotten anything out of beating up a poor, basic Senshi.
Malus likely wouldn’t beat anyone up, but at least he could get more comfortable using his magic, or learning how to move when someone was trying to hit him.
Michel lead the Dark Mirror Senshi back to the purple clad Senshi who was pacing, right where Michel had left him. “Hey,” he called, catching Malus’ attention.
The Senshi glanced up and offered an uncertain wave as he eyed the Dark Mirror Senshi. “Hi,” he greeted.
Michel left the Dark Mirror to take whatever place she felt was comfortable, explaining to Malus as he moved a bit off to the side, “She’s going to spar with you, let you get a little more comfortable with Dark Mirror Senshi. Take it easy,” he warned, as if he really had to worry about Malus overdoing anything. He nodded to Asmodeus. “You can get started whenever you’re ready. Malus, you ready?”
Malus nodded and shifted positions, turning to face the girl. He didn’t take a stance that was either particularly aggressive or defensive; he seemed to be waiting to see what she did first.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2017 11:31 pm
Asmodeus laid eyes on the Senshi this Knight was bringing her to help, and almost immediately she had to cover a frown. He looked so...nervous. She felt like she ought to be holding his hand and telling him it would be okay.
Oh well. She could do a version of that, by fighting him with as little actual physical violence as possible.
"Let's do this," she said, and she bounced a little on the balls of her feet like a boxer squaring up before jabbing forward, making sure to both utterly telegraph the movement and stop short of actually hitting him. Even without the Knight's warning, there was absolutely no way she could do any kind of real, intentional harm to this poor lost kid. He didn't even act like he knew how to fight at all. It would be like kicking a kitten.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2017 11:03 pm
Malus must have been expecting some sort of magic; when she threw the fist, his eyes widened and he looked as if he genuinely expected her to hit him. But, despite his deer in headlights expression, he’d moved. Even if she hadn’t intended to pull her punch, he was fast enough that he managed to draw back and to the side enough that he could have dodged it if she’d meant it.
“How hard are we hitting?” he asked; he didn’t make any effort to strike her, yet, but he seemed like he was watching her feet, her posture, trying to figure out what type of fighter she was.
He might have been able to figure it out on their own if they’d spent enough time doing it, but this wasn’t a real fight, and he’d take any handicaps he could get while he had a safe opportunity to do so.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 9:04 pm
It was good to see some kind of dodge reflex; that meant he might be able to competently hang on for long enough for someone to save his a**, which was a pretty viable battle strategy in her mind. It kept you alive, and that was pretty damn important.
"Just...hit me as hard as you can," Asmodeus said. "I promise it'll be okay." Getting punched wasn't new to her, and she wasn't exactly quaking in her boots about getting hit by this obviously sweet kid.
She telegraphed, again, as much as she could when she brought her leg around for a roundhouse kick. It was good to see him paying attention; that would make not hitting him a lot easier. "I can show you how to do throws, if you want."
It seemed prudent to offer, because that was useful.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2017 9:58 pm
That time, Malus slipped up. He’d been busy listening to her, trying to read her face when she said to hit him as hard as she could. He hadn’t been paying attention to what the rest of her body was doing and when her leg swung around he hadn’t had the opportunity to avoid it. It collided, hard, with his chest and sent him stumbling back.
Michel took a step forward as if to intervene, but Malus only coughed and pushed himself back up. He was small and didn’t seem very imposing, but he seemed durable. Or, at least, like he had experience enough with being kicked that he knew he was okay.
He didn’t want to hit her, but something about being kicked seemed to put him in a slightly more abrasive mindframe; he drew his arm back and punched towards her stomach, muttering a soft, “Sorry,” even as he did it.
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