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 Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 4:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 7:43 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 7:44 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 7:45 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 7:46 am
[SOLO] #1
Inhuman
868 Words
It'd been an itch tick-tick-ticking under his skin all day, a living time bomb. Khaldun had fueled it, Dale had settled it, and Linarite distracted it enough that he'd been forced to sidetrack. There was no more waiting now, nothing but the night, and it only offered the barest chill against his pale skin that failed to even antagonize the heat boiling through his veins. Collecting starseeds, the most basic and yet most important duty of being apart of the Negaverse.
He had the best goddamn job in the world, some days.
Crouched on the very tip of the tower top, Obsidian lingered there for a moment more, straining to pick out the vague shadows he could see wisping underneath the dim, dusty lights provided by the old street lamps. Prime, target-picking time. His body tensed for a moment before he unexpectedly rose to his feet, paused, and then leapt from his perch. The wind was a cold slap in the face, stung his eyes and made him water, but the sudden rush of adrenaline had him grinning like a fool as he spiraled downward. The tower was so close behind him that he swore he could feel it threatening to smash against his back, and he'd twist himself sharply to better slam his boots against the nearby surface.
The sudden inertia almost knocked his free fall into something dangerously out of control, but he struggled and managed to right himself, pushing off hard before he landed on the next, nearby building with enough impact to break a normal man's knees. Whistling sharply at the close call, Obsidian laughed and took off again, leaping from building to building like the city had become his own personal playground. He was tempted to rip his hair free, but that'd just be a pain in his a** later, and soon enough he'd managed to drop down in one of the tiny alleys between two larger buildings.
He straightened gracefully to brush himself off, doing that sort of s**t far too frequently to be really phased despite the rush it still gave him, and casually peered out into the streets. Only a few people passing by every now and again, that was good... He could have taken on a few civilians without issue, but that was risky; he didn't need any extra attention should there be someone like a senshi lurking about.
Not that he couldn't kick their a**, either.
Obsidian watched and waited, letting his back press up against the side of the building while he folded his arms. Though eager, he was patient, knowing that sometimes, the best opportunities were the ones that fell right in your hands. Tonight, that notion would prove true.
And there she was. Alone, unaware, unsuspecting.
She was an older woman, her face shadowed by what looked like exhaustion, but it made seem worn out and wrinkled. He never wondered about their lives, really, never cared when he was hunting. That would make him seem like he cared, and he really, really didn't. Obsidian lifted his chin as he stared across the street, seemingly unaware as she drew closer and closer to his position until he stepped out to block her path.
What happened next was so fast that she hardly had time to even make a sound.
He was behind her now, his arm curled around and crushing her thin throat even as he dragged her back into the alley to keep her hidden from unsuspecting eyes. Lips were pressed against her skin, feeling her pulse pounding away with utter terror even as he murmured to her softly. "It'll be quick, darlin'. I'd drag it out, but why abuse such a pretty face?"
His arm plunged itself deep into her chest even as he grasped for that source of heat, the light that made up her starseed. So simple, and yet so efficient; he plucked it from her chest and watched as her eyes seemed to flicker and dim, the raw tension in her body melting even as she slumped back against him.
"Thanks, sweetheart. I think it would have just killed me if you hadn't come along." Obsidian shifted back so she crumpled against the cold, damp street, eying her starseed meticulously for a moment before he decided it was good enough, and tucked it away. He even had the audacity to whistle to himself as he took his time rummaging around in one of the nearby dumpsters, making a pleased sound when he located a garbage bag stuffed with trash. Quickly dumping the contents back with the rest, he set to work on trying to fold up all her dainty little limbs so she'd better fit inside the bag. Her unconscious body was stuffed inside and gathered up in his arms--didn't want to risk the bag snapping so she'd splat on the pavement below, eh?
With an exaggerated wipe of his brow, the lieutenant straightened as he hauled the bag closer to his chest before he leapt for the building roof, still whistling away rather cheerfully to himself. One of many tonight, check! And now a quick visit to the woods was in order to properly dispose of the leftover waste...
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 7:49 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 7:53 am
[BATTLE] #01Hunting (Lt. Obsidan vs. Sailor Bellatrix)
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 10:10 am
[SOLO] #02
Reflection
527 words
It wasn't safe to stay near Crystal Academy for much longer no matter how much he was tempted to hunt down that cowardly little b***h and finish things off for good. It ate at him even now as he leapt from roof to roof, heading back to his own apartment for the night; it'd been a fluke of the worst kind. It'd been one thing if she'd trapped him and tried to beat the s**t out of him, that he could respect to a degree, but to turn tail and run? After macing him? His eyes still felt bloodshot and sore from that, and a hot shower was on the top of his list.
He dropped silently down in front of his apartment, strangely weary as he transformed back into his civilian clothes, fishing for the key in his pocket. The door was shouldered open before he stepped inside, locking in tight before he unceremoniously stripped and headed to the bathroom. The water was cranked up too hot, but he wanted it to scorch his skin so he could just stand there and mull for a while, hands gingerly touching at his eyelids as though to help soothe the pain there.
A senshi’s starseed. He could have nabbed it, could have truly impressed the General-King and rose in status—had he been overconfident? Unprepared, surely, and he prayed that word of his failure would never reach Charonite’s ears. So long as he kept quiet about it, perhaps it’d go unnoticed. If he could redeem himself next time, then it surely would. The General-King was dangerous, unpredictable and violent at best, and for all his confidence, Obsidian didn’t want to get on the wrong side of his temper.
He stayed under the water until his skin was red and throbbing in protest, letting the message physically sink both into his body and mind. Slipping up like that could cost him everything that mattered, everything. It was stupid to say he was never allowed to mess up, but it was painfully obvious that he could be replaced. Higher up than other lieutenants or not, he was no Nealite. Lips curled into a sneer at the thought before he spat on the shower floor, savagely reaching out to twist the knob off. So be it. He didn’t have to ******** his way into good standing, he would earn it with his own hands, his own strength.
Sensing the bitterness welling up, the lieutenant shoved those thoughts away for now, reaching to snatch for the towel hanging from the bathroom door to roughly dry himself off (save his still-tender eyes). Yeah, he’d earn it all right. He wouldn’t ride any ******** coattails, or cling to the others because he was too goddamn useless to actually harvest starseeds for himself. The man laughed to himself then, and the sound was hollow as it echoed through the empty apartment. They wouldn’t get rid of him, couldn’t right now when he was actually useful, and he solidified that thought, built on it so his mind wouldn’t wander to darker places in a sly effort to undermine him.
He’d ******** earn his weight in gold.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 10:58 am
[SOLO] #03
Dreams Again
574 words
Dreams again. Nightmares. He’d passed out on the couch sometime in the middle of the night, brooding over what he could do the next time he stumbled across one of those senshi when he’d slipped off. He’d woken up several times with his heart in his throat, drenched in cold sweat and alarmed, like something had happened and he couldn’t quite figure out what. But soon, uneasily, he’d drift off again, and the process repeated itself several times until early morning, when he finally decided to hell with it and forced himself up out of bed. Munching idly on a piece of toast, the redhead strained to remember bits and pieces of whatever had been plaguing him to little avail, but had a few ideas.
Failing again? Finally getting his a** (and his head), handed to him on some rusted little tin? Or something darker that he didn’t even care to consider? It was the latter that struck a sour chord with him, and the man paused, struggled to remember. Dreaming about the past... Drew tilted his chin downward, seeming to study his breakfast even as his mind stretched, tugged fragments out until they formed a feeble excuse of a storyboard that he could slowly piece together.
"Where'd you put my ******** money?"
"Kyle, c'mon..." A softer voice, scared, edging away. "That's our money--we aren't gonna have any food left soon, and I--"
"So you ******** took it. You ******** took it, like the selfish little b***h you are. “ Footsteps, ominous ones, the scrape of some heavy object being lifted.
"Kyle, c’mon Kyle--" Desperate now, panic rising.
The sound of shattered glass pattering down everywhere, like rain, and someone was screaming on and on and on until the sound faded into nothing.
The toast lay forgotten on the table for almost an hour while his face sought to bury itself within his hands, throat bobbing sporadically from time to time as he swallowed hard and tried to keep his cool. His good mood had been swallowed up, sticking almost uncomfortably in his chest like a constant reminder he couldn’t quite forget, but could no longer enjoy. Why now? Why that dream again after so long? And it pissed him off, thinking it still ******** him up like this, haunting him subconsciously.
He’d been so weak then. So weak.
If he couldn’t let go of stuff like that, stuff that dragged him down, would he revert again? The thought made his hands slam with unexpected violence on the table, the chair squeaking its protest as he shoved it back so he could begin slowly pacing the small kitchen. He can’t do this, he can’t do it again, and he lashes out at the nearest wall until his knuckles are bruised and bloody. Shoulders tremble, unsteady breaths being sucked in slowly through his teeth, and the lanky man will eventually relax, even straightening some as he slips back into the bedroom.
What happened, happened. He’s something more now, something beyond human weakness and limitation. Gathering strength is the key, and his eyes dart about the room as though searching for it. The starseeds, the senshi. ...Pleasing Charonite, to a degree. If he could do those things, then more of that power would be granted to him, and he could banish his own personal demons to hell and back, and crush whoever else got in his way.
No more ******** ups. Never again.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 11:38 pm
[SOLO] #04
The Daily Grind
465 words
He'd forgotten to pay the rent again. Drew had been taking to hiding in his bedroom while he ate, mindlessly staring out the window to absently make sure the landlady wasn’t going to storm on up here and demand he finally pay his rent—he really wasn’t feeling like staying at Ursula’s place for a few days.
He needed to get the hell out of here though, that was for certain. He couldn’t let himself stagnate over one ******** up, and maybe forcing himself to get back in the swing of things would help him regain his footing. Drew chewed more thoughtfully now, running over locations and some of his favorite hunting grounds, trying to decide what would be most fitting. The park, maybe. Was easy enough, and people usually wandered by themselves or in small groups when they went through there... and ordinary people weren’t enough of a threat to pose much of a problem to him anymore. Feeling more at ease with a plan, the man idly glanced to the clock above the stove, trying to figure out how quickly he needed to run to get his a** on time at Hillworth. Hey, couldn’t be that bad of a day, right? He’d bring some towels along, make sure they were damp, and announce a surprise mile run today in class.
Lips twitching with amusement at the looks of horror he’d probably get for that stunt, Drew pushed himself to his feet in order to change clothes and get his hair remotely tamed before he’d head out to ‘teach’ class. He even whistled to himself a little as he shouldered open the door and made sure to lock it behind him—only to wince as a shrill and grating voice snapped out of nowhere to smack against his left ear.
“Andrew Collins!” The landlady was almost bellowing, clearing having been lying in wait for the young man until he showed his face, eyes practically bulging. “Your rent is almost two weeks overdue now, and if I don’t get it by the weekend, I’m calling the police to help remove you from my property!”
“The weekend!” Drew promised with a blinding smile, hustling quickly in the opposite direction to take the stairs farthest from the broad-shouldered, intimidating woman. “I mean, hell, I might be out of town, but—“ He was half tempted to grin like an idiot at her wordless roar of protest, taking off at a dead sprint to get the hell out of the apartment complex and head off to work for the day. Nothing more fun than poking the bear—unless it had dreads, purple hair, and smoked like nobody’s business.
That sort of bear was better left well alone, unless you had some starseed berries to placate it with.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 11:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 11:55 pm
[SOLO] #05
Lost It
888 Words
He'd deliberately shut himself into his apartment in order to avoid a meltdown after that girl had managed to make his own body work against him, frozen in place until long after she'd vanished into the shadows. The scene kept replaying itself over and over in his mind; he should have ripped the first girl's starseed out in front of her eyes, should have grabbed the senshi by her stupid, squalling throat in the first place--should've, could've, would've. His teeth were gritted so hard together that he could almost feel his jaw groaning, and as he remembered the final last details, the sneer on her face even as she’d thrown his words back at him, and made sure they sank in by ramming her fist with as much power as she could muster.
It hadn’t even hurt, in retrospect, but the thought was enough to make his blood boil. Long story short, he’d lost it, and his apartment was now a wreck. It was hard to tell whether he was just roaring wordlessly or choking on curses, and in all likelihood, it was probably a combination of the two. He couldn’t remember how many time his fist slammed into the wall, and he vaguely remembers smashing the breakfast dishes still on the table all over the floor. It wasn’t good enough, he wanted her, he wanted to rip her into little pieces and make her bleed, that cowardly little b***h. Was this how it was supposed to be? Running, hiding, watching their damn, fleeing backs?
Drew sucked in ragged breaths through his teeth as a brief moment of clarity took over, standing among the shards of broken porcelain and scattered silverware, feeling his own blood trickle down bruised knuckles. He’d been so close, and yet she’d gotten away. He’d ******** up again. And that was enough to make him lose it all over again, rampaging with little regard to any personal sentiment any of the possessions in the apartment might have held for him at one point, ripping things up and putting holes in the wall all while rubbing his throat raw with hoarse, shouted nonsense.
“—Andrew!—“
He was too caught up in his own destructive rage to even slightly register the familiar, bellowing voice outside his door, failed to see the thin, pasty face pressed to the window. A key rattled madly in the lock before the door itself was shoved open, and the man whirled around with a slightly feral expression on his face to meet the eyes of the one goddamn woman who couldn’t keep her <********> nose out of his business.
Not even when it would spare her life.
“Andrew, I don’t know what you’re—my god, what have you done?” Her voice had been an irritated snap at first before she got a good look at how torn up the apartment was, the holes in the wall, the scuffs in the floor, and her boisterous attitude was beginning to fade to something uneasy as her gaze flitted back to hold his once more.
By that time, he’d launched himself across the room and slammed into her hard, hands wrenching at her hair so she’d topple to the floor. She thought to scream, and his hand was clamped over her mouth, threatening to try and wrench her jaw out of socket if she continued. Just like that ******** senshi, and his hands would have wrapped around her throat, too, just like this... He was barely aware of her slapping wildly at him, his face, his arms, gagging silently and choking even as he crushed her windpipe.
Minutes went by.
She hadn’t moved for a while now, not after that last spasm, but he was still squeezing, still staring off into nothing with his teeth bared and his nails trying to rip through her skin to get to the pulse he could no longer feel throbbing against his palm. It hit him, then, and his posture slackened as he stared down into the open, empty eyes of what had once been his landlady. A corpse now.
Fresh starseed for the taking, his mind processed dully, and he plunged his hand into her chest without thinking. “********.” He barely breathed, a hand running down his face even as he quickly got to his feet and shut the door, made sure nobody had ******** saw what he’d just done. “********.” All right, it was fine. This was fine. He had some garbage bags in the back, he’d just dump her inside and take a quick jog to the woods. It made him feel better, a little—or at least less inclined to go on another rampage. That’d been too close, way too risky. His eyes flicked over the area, assessing. There’d been no sound at least, not after the strangulation. No blood, no obvious signs of murder. Fingerprints and hair, but this was her apartment complex, those were everywhere. He could cover this up. And bad came to worse, he could appeal to Charonite for help... but that wouldn’t be necessary, and he gritted his teeth together. That would mean admitting his failure.
In the very least, he didn’t have to worry about paying the rent anymore. Drew wearily went to get a plastic trash bag; looked like his night was just starting.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 11:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 7:23 pm
[SOLO] #06
Rock-a-Bye-b***h
485 Words
All right, so losing the senshi had not exactly been on the top of his list for things to do today. That would have sucked, he'd have gotten over it, fair enough. Knocking out Nealite? That was an added bonus that he could have lived without forever. There was going to be so much hell to pay later, especially if her cheek bruised... Not looking forward to that in the slightest. It was more difficult to jump with the bundle of unconscious woman in his arms, but he somehow managed it, without looking too stupid, or, you know, dropping her so she plummeted soundlessly to the streets below.
Probably would have made a nice splat.
He’d been to her apartment so many times that it’d been strange if he didn’t know how to find it, and though he had a little difficulty groping at her body until he found the key. Easy enough to unlock it then, shouldering it aside while he reflected on how that entire situation could have gone better. He could have managed to get himself a starseed from a scout... Brownie points for sure, and it’d have been so easy. Almost worth watching the little b*****d writhe about in misery though, for sure. The man idly eyed the tabby cat sleeping on the back of the sofa, snorting to himself. Typical Grendel; useless as ever. AS though sensing the scorn in his direction, the cat cracked open one blue eye to stare at him, then the girl in his arms... and promptly went back to sleep.
Useless guardian, seriously. Rolling his eyes to himself, Obsidian made his way to Nealite’s bedroom, absently letting his gaze flick over the décor before he lowered her as gingerly as possible to her bed. Lingering for a moment, the man allowed the back of his hand to gently slide down the cheek he hadn’t abused before he slipped quietly out again, not even bothering to look at the cat this time before he shut the apartment door behind him. He couldn’t lock it, but eh. Who was seriously going to break in? He had a mission now, though, a mission to appease the wrath of Nealite before it ever rose up and managed to choke him good for what he’d done.
Some expensive red wine, a few corpses for her to pluck starseeds from, all set up around a fancy candle-lit dinner... Hell, a bouquet of bodies! The lieutenant was nodding thoughtfully to himself even as he leapt to the roof, cracking his neck before he was off. It sounded like he was going to be a very busy man for a couple of hours... hopefully he had enough time before dear Nealite decided to wake up and wreck hell.
Then again, her first target would be the closest one there, and that meant Grendel. He felt another smile playing at his lips even now.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 2:09 pm
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