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 Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2025 1:15 pm
Londonite knew he had things to do for Chalcanthite and the biggest thing, which also benefited himself, was gathering energy which would then be turned in. He didn’t know what the energy went towards, what the goal was or the use of it, but he knew it was needed so he went out and gathered what he needed as well as enough so his spouse didn’t need to worry. He knew they’d do the same for him when they could, and they did on occasion.
Tonight, like most, was his night out to gather energy and he was working hard. He’d already sent a few orbs to subspace for safe keeps. Londonite had decided the best course of action was to send each orb, once collected from a person, to subspace incase he was ever confronted; the only thing he’d lose was whatever was in his hand. It was best to lose a little as opposed to a lot of gathered energy. So a few little orbs were comfortably in subspace as he worked a crowd of people. Keeping to the edges he was bundled up, his uniform covered by a heavy winter coat, as he grasped at the hems of people's coats light enough they wouldn’t even notice. Everyone was so packed together in the crowd he’d joined, what they were here for he didn’t even know.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2025 1:16 pm
Something felt odd as she wandered her way back from the record shop. At first she thought someone was trying to fleece for her wallet but when she started feeling tired, she had an inkling of what was going on.
Looking just slightly, she caught the sight of one of those weird balls of energy the bad guys would grab from people. But she couldn’t do anything just yet about it, not while carrying all her stuff.
So turning down the next corner, she quickly powered up before pulling her coat back over her outfit. It would’ve stood out more if she hadn’t carried her bigger winter coat today. So once that was done and her haul tucked into subspace, she hit the pavement and slowly followed what she could feel now.
In the sea of people, it was hard to really pinpoint the guy she’d been drained by but she knew she was getting closer as that feeling of wrongness grew.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2025 1:16 pm
While he was busy grabbing energy he felt something, or rather someone, coming his way. He didn’t know who it was but he knew he felt them, and they were close, that feeling of offness had him wanting to find them in the crowd and deal with them before they stopped him. But that would cause a scene. The best thing to do was move away from the crowd and let them follow him so he could deal with them that way.
That in mind Londonite tucked his hands into the pockets of his heavy coat and wandered off, hoping they’d figure out he was walking off and follow him. He’d handle it, at least that was the plan, and than he’d get back to what he had been doing. He still had more to potentially gather so he and his spouse could get a bit ahead of things for the week.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2025 1:18 pm
At first, she hadn’t seen him, at least until she saw that familiar coat popping out of the crowd and down towards one of the parking garages by the shopping area. It didn’t take her long before she managed to catch up, noticing them slowing as they walked down the connecting and covered path.
Curling her fingers tight around the handle of her pumpkin pail, she took one more breath before deciding to say ******** it and take action. Nobody else was nearby and after that rude lady had been a problem, she didn’t like the idea of letting them have a shot first.
“Oi! Wanker!” Pulling her arm back and then swinging hard, she threw the thin metal bucket at the man before running to follow it up with a tackle.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2025 1:19 pm
Turning he ducked just in time to avoid the bucket but he found himself being tackled to the ground with a loud thud, a pained cry, and curling in on himself as his back hit the pavement hard. “********.” Cursing loud he rolled onto his side, as best he could considering he’d been tackled by this b***h, and finally he moved to push them off himself.
“Crazy.” He stated before summoning the metal hair stick and made to stab at them with it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2025 1:20 pm
Getting pushed off had been something she expected, she hadn’t really planned on what to do after tackling them. Rolling as they swung at her, she kicked at their hand. “Wassit? Is that a chopstick?!” She couldn’t believe it, it was crazy and had her laughing despite the fact they’d just tried to attack her.
“You’re the one runnin amok and fleecing people of their energy.” Scooting back as she got up off the ground with ease, she fixed her gaze at him as she sprung forward to get her pumpkin bucket. Sure it might be a joke sort of thing too but at least she could heave-ho it at someone and that was better than nothing.
“What’s with you weirdos and those orbs? I’d ask if it was a yankee thing but you don’t look like the usual wankers.” Tilting her head, some of her pink hair bounced with the motion. “You shouldn’t take what isn’t yours.” Holding the bucket threateningly, she stood her ground even if she didn’t look intimidating in the slightest.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2025 1:20 pm
Hissing as his hand was kicked, the hair stick going skittering across the ground, he ignored it for now. He didn’t need it to handle this fight. “And people lose energy just by going for a morning run, or doing anything else really, so what’s the difference? They skip a morning jog?” People might as well use a little bit of energy on something useful, even if they didn’t know about it.
Standing up, slowly, since she was as well and she wasn’t attacking him. “Yank, wanker…I’d prefer you speak English as some of us don’t understand the nonsense you’re saying.” Bad enough he wasn’t American and English was not his first language but then to go speaking to him with these words, he was guessing British, it made things harder for him. “The orbs are just needed to run things.” Did they power lights and things as well? He wasn’t sure but it wouldn’t surprise him…though he also did doubt it. “Why don’t you leave me to my business and I won’t hurt you.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2025 1:21 pm
Shifting a hand to rest on her hip she frowned disapprovingly. “But someone going for a job might be what helps them keep their head on straight. Plus you shouldn’t decide if they can or can’t do that.” Keeping her eyes on him she shifted her weight between her feet for a moment as she decided if hiting him with the pail might do something.
Her brows furrowed as they ragged on her way of speaking. Sure she wasn’t from here but she’d heard weirder things being said by people here and on campus. So much slang she wasn’t used to yet. “Almost like you’re not from here either ya?” It wouldn’t be the first time she’d met someone not from here since coming to Destiny City but this one was doing stuff they shouldn’t be doin.
“Well if it’s needed ta run things ya would think that people just donated it instead of you needing to steal wouldn’t ya? I’m not leaving you do do any shady dealings, three for three people I’ve caught causing a trouble and not one of them seems to know what’s goin on with it all.” And she didn’t like the idea of them blindly following along and hurting people when they didn’t even really know why. It just meant they were bulling people and stealing things that didn’t belong to them and it really ruffled her feathers.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2025 1:22 pm
“And one missed jog isn’t going to cause a problem.” The dark haired male answered cooly, was that really her reason behind it’? That one jog might make such a big difference in a person's life? Clearly if that was the case than that someone needed a bit more help than a jog could give them.
“I might not but I don’t go using words I know most people here won’t understand.” Whereas she had used words he didn’t understand, something he avoided doing, he didn’t speak Japanese unless he was home or at a Japanese restaurant with workers who spoke the language.
And what was the Negaverse supposed to..open an energy donation center like blood banks and blood drives? The thought of that had him laughing at the other before he decided to move in and take a swing at her. “You best leave, I’m not in the mood to deal with you trying to pull some moral nonsense on me.” Bullying people…really? He’d rather be in a club dancing, having a drink or two, and enjoying the atmosphere he liked people - he was a people person. He didn’t bully people and how was this harming anyone? Such an annoying little girl.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2025 1:22 pm
With the guy not budging on things, she really was getting a bit frustrated. Not mad exactly but she just wasn’t sure how to make them understand. Were they really some sort of evil villian character like in one of her books. Some sort of dementor sort of thing with the energy draining.
Ignoring the comment about her way of speaking, she puffed up and stood her ground with her pumpkin bucket in hand. “Well I’m not in the mood for you to be causing trouble for people.” Sure they might be older but that didn’t mean they had the right to do that. But when he moved forward, she swung the pail at his face as she tried to turn out of the way of the chopstick thing he had. Moving before she thought things through, she went in to headbutt him. It dazed her slightly but she hoped it would at least make them think twice because she wasn’t about to back down when all they had was a stick to use.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2025 1:28 pm
That bucket again, why was it a candy bucket for halloween? He would have commented on it, even if it did hurt being smacked in the face with it, but she was intent upon following up with things by…headbutting him. Not the best choice, since it hurt her also, but his teeth clicked together with a good amount of force, his chin hurt, and he wasn’t sure if his nose was bleeding or if it was snot coming out of his nose. Either way his face ******** hurt and he was taking a few steps back, stumbling on those steps. <******** you.” Cursing at her once more, glad he’d hidden all the energy he had gathered. This one was a bit crazy, wasn’t she? Willing to hurt herself just to hurt him….Yeah, no thank you. He was leaving, this wasn’t worth it anymore. He’d let Chalcanthite know about this one, even if she was much lower in rank than the general, if she was willing to hurt herself now…wait till she gained more power.
Shaking his head as he decided to turn around, hoping she didn’t decide to jump him or something, and leave. He’d just find somewhere else to gather from…or go ice his face, that did sound like the better idea right now.
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