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 Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 2:59 pm
Hematite was moving forward, swinging the watch a few times without letting it fly long enough to hit Nealite. The last time he'd fought a senshi had been, well, months ago. It was pretty simple in theory - the piece of crap weapon he had was useless for doing anything aside from dinging people in the head when used AS a weapon. So he'd adapted. It was a surprisingly good grapple; the watch was a weight and anchor and the chain could tangle itself up pretty fast around something if he hit a target right. He could then draw his prey in for close combat, one of the few things he could do right, since it didn't involve so much running around or needing to throw or dodge things. It wasn't the safest fighting style, though, and if a senshi's attack was still useful at close range it was a doubly bad idea to draw them in. He'd rather let Nealite at the girl, and intervene only when bashing someone with a mirror stopped working for her.
He'd been asked about his scar before, but never like this, never by a senshi. There was something about the way she looked at him, the movement of her hand to her mouth, and above all that ridiculous getup she was in. He stopped dead in his tracks.
The memory was by no means gentle. It forced itself to the forefront of his mind, leaving him out of commission in reality. The where and the when were fuzzy, it was nighttime somewhere indistinct but oddly familiar. Though he could feel his feet on the ground, the memory was of movement, running, desperation. There was a senshi, unable to be seen completely due to the light gathering around her. Whatever attack name she had shouted had been too hard to avoid. Blades of energy buzzed and crackled through the air and hit him full in the face. A howl. His howl. His own blood was everywhere, dripping from the deep gashes, soaking his uniform and the concrete ground. The girl was gathering light around her again, a finishing blow perhaps --
The faraway and horrified look on his face ended with a gasp for air as he returned to reality, entire minutes later. What the ******** was that!?
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 3:45 pm
She'd heard the whizz as the watch turned over and over, and made a point to step out of the way. Nealite was not known for her physical strength in battle, and she wasn't about to try to change it!
You're in for it now, girly, she thought to herself cheerfully, moving to watch as Hematite ran towards her. When he stopped, however, she blinked.
The longer he stood there, the wider her jaw slacked. What the hell was going on? By the time Nealite realized Hematite wasn't intending to attack, she'd turned to find the cat clean out of sight.
"Damn it!" she hissed, picking up her own speed as she headed towards the redhead. "Hematite, wake the ******** up!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 7:39 pm
....Was it something she said?
Her minor stumble up with words apparently caused the male nega to go into his own little world. His mouth was just...gaping open. It took the approach of the female nega to snap her out of her train of thought.
She saw Nealite darting at her. "Oh shoot! Nebula Scatter!" Following those words a mist of shining dust and particles floated around them- causing everything to blur out.
Lyre knew what she was capable of- one on one.. maybe. Two on one? Not likely. The odds were seriously not in her favor- and while part of her screamed to continue fighting them... the more sensible part knew when to pick her battles.
Running towards the area Chloe hid- she scooped up the Guardian cat and ran away from the battle.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 5:25 pm
"What--" He stumbled as he regained his awareness of the alleyway while trying to catch up. The fight? Nealite? Had that just happened!? A hand automatically reached toward the injuries that had felt so real, expecting gushing blood and more future scars and and anger. But his face was no different than it had been before the crazy flashback.
Wait. The escaping cat. s**t.
Everything suddenly got a hell of a lot harder to see, and the air got a lot harder to breathe. Still readjusting to the wonders of breathing regularly, Hematite got a lungful of sparkling dust and began to hack and cough. Footsteps raced down a now-invisible alleyway, no doubt the senshi pulling a retreat. He couldn't lose the cat, but he had lost it, and Nealite was here, and everything was going to hell.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 5:39 pm
Perhaps she should have expected the senshi to attack.
Perhaps she should have prepared her own attack.
Perhaps she should have done various things, but having done nothing during the short span between cat's escape and Hematite's frigidness, Nealite instead ended up inhaling the stinging Nebula Scatter.
Letting out a terrifying shriek, the orange haired woman soon found herself coughing and gagging on the thick dust as she waded her way through it in attempts to get to the other side. By the time she had made her way through, however, neither senshi nor cat were in ********> great.
"Well jeez, Hematite, did you have a good nap back there?" She snarled at the younger boy, pausing to lean over and hack as her lungs seemed to be catching fire within. "******** terrific. We get a Guardian of all things and you have to go take a ******** nap on me."
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 2:13 am
The teenager followed, waving a hand in the air as if it would help to clear a way through the haze. It took a minute or two for Hematite to even get enough clean air into his lungs to answer without cutting himself off with more coughing.
"I remembered - a senshi did this! To my face!" He pointed at the crisscross of scars on the left side of his face. This statement would be confusing to Nealite - Hematite had had those scars since she'd met him, and even then they had not looked fresh or new. But Hematite looked completely serious, and even a little upset at the idea. "Auuugh, I don't know what happened!"
A horrible thought dawned on Hematite, and he turned to the raging lieutenant wretchedly, clasping his hands together and shaking them with emphasis. "Nealite, I'm begging you, don't tell the boss about this..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 7:27 am
In between her hacking coughs, all Nealite could do was shoot the most terrible, reprimanding disappointed looks she could at him. Which, unfortunately, pretty much failed due to the heavy coughing fits she was forced into to thanks to the redhead's dust.
Once her coughing managed to clear up, however, her fury was evident.
"Well I'm ******** glad you think this is the perfect time to share old war wound stories, but that ******** cat is going to cost you---"
She paused, caught off guard by his pleading, and stood there quietly as her mind thought over his request. There was no heavy cost for her having lost the cat, the mission being fully Khaldun's, so was it worth it, to keep this under wraps? She'd gotten the information she'd needed concerning the Lyra twit so her job here was done, but for him to be at her mercy....
"Alright." She finally said, folding one hand on her hip. "But you are going to have to help me on my assignment now."
There were schemes in her mind, schemes for luring senshi to them. And hopefully, if she played her cards correctly, she wouldn't have to do a single damn thing to get the information and a seed or two.
Wiggling her finger towards him as a silent command to follow, Nealite turned and began walking down the street, a plan already hatching in her mind.
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