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 Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 6:26 pm
She gave one pointed look to the star seed that was decidedly not where it belonged, and one look at Torbernite, and it was clear what she thought. "Right, the victim right now is totally the prepubescent boy standing up instead of the guy laying motionless on the ground. I'm not a goddamn idiot, you ripped that guy's star seed out of his chest, and now he's as good as dead unless I put it back." Nemesis wasn't one to stop and reconsider things, especially when there was a probability that she was wrong. No, she was always right, this boy was an evil twisted ******** and she was going to kill him and then give that poor guard his star seed back. All Nemesis had to do was finish kicking Torbernite's a**, and all would be well!
...He spoke.
And damn she was going to kill this brat. Any semblance of rational thinking flew out the window as she was insulted. INSULTED. Nemesis happened to think that she looked quite fine, and that her a** was just one of many fine features. This little d**k had the gall to insult her on it, had the gall to also assume that she was stupid enough to fall for her "OH MY GOD IT WAS AN ACCIDENT" routine.
Torbernite wasn't wrong to think that she wouldn't chop off his head, but he was also wrong to assume she wouldn't do anything to him now that they were talking. Instead, she aimed a closed-fist punch to his bloody FACE. Take that, brat!
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 9:28 pm
Had Nemesis known how to punch correctly, for example oh, with the fist extended forward, thumb wrapped firmly outside first, Torbernite's nose might have come clean off his face.
Regardless, he FELT like his nose had come clean off his face. Cursing loudly, he cupped his nose and reeled backwards, seeing stars and what looked like tomato juice on his hands - ******** wait, that was his freaking nose bleeding.
Chin practically dribbling like a faucet (he was pretty sure at this point his nice neon green trim uniform would look more like Christmas propaganda come later tonight) he tried to treat the bleeding by pinching his nose, and winced at the sharp, nearly excruciating pain. All right, that was it. He really had and meant to ******** try: he really really did not mean to, well, take someone's life.
But ******** if he was going to hang around and watch this b***h gloat. Torbernite was no fighter, but he'd like to think himself as not so much a coward either. With his free hand, he searched in his pockets for his 'weapon', and came out with the round, palm-sized object, entangled with what looked like a mass of paper clips. It would have to do.
He pretended he was still reeling, even though it didn't require much pretending as he seriously thought his head was going to explode, and seized the chance to throw his weapon right at the senshi, dragon ball, paper clips and all. Normally it didn't do much damage, but at this range, he hoped at least it would hit.
Oh, and when it did, he was going to take the one thing she was after. You know what they say about stray dogs: they dont attack unless provoked.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 9:50 pm
Oh, there was satisfaction in watching blood dribble over his lips and chin. Inwardly she gloated, though she looked like she was ready to deal him another blow as soon as he recovered from the first one (to prolong the painful effects and the shock factor). Her fist hurt like a b***h, but that was okay, because she had shown that brat exactly what it meant to insult her and try to get the better of her. Nemesis was no pushover (or so she liked to think, in general, she thought very highly of herself, and very poorly of everyone else).
In actuality, as he was preparing to attack her, she was preparing to go at him. Her heels dug into the ground, pale knees bending so that she could readily propel herself towards her enemy of the evening. It was then, in that final stage of preparation, something hit her shoulder. She saw it coming, though it was too late to dodge it... some orange ball? Who the hell had orange balls laying around to throw at people? What was worse was that hurt. Was that thing solid? Grimacing, her hand reached up tenderly massage her hurt shoulder while her gaze locked on that orange ball.
Seriously.
What the ******** that SOLID?" she cried out, and oh god, her shoulder hurt. Looking to Torbernite, she prepared to make some sort of retaliation... but wait? WHAT? He was running away! DAMN IT.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 10:20 pm
His hand was already enclosed on the star seed by the time she made her rather redundant comment. Resisting the urge to quip something unnecessarily obvious at her comment (like what did she expect it to be made out of? Solid Styrofoam?) as bad guys never lasted long gloating, he scrambled quickly on his feet, attempting to ignore the sharp jabbing pain in his ribs. Sure he might leave a trail of blood from here to the other side of town, but he was not going to stay and win any Guinness Record for how many times one has gotten beat up by Senshi award.
One hand was already unraveling the bandages around his wrist to clog up the bleeding in his nose, while the other sought to maintain the precious object that was now, rightfully his. For the first time in his Negaverse career well, ever, he stared at the impressive barbed wall barricading him from freedom, and out of sheer determination, jumped. Had this been the Olympics, he could probably make every single high jump gold medalist look like a baby, but you know what people said about certain things for certain times. Halfway through the jump, he already had a firm hold on the non-barbed lining of the wall, in an expertise that only someone like him would have known. The hardest part was unsnagging his pant leg from the barbs without struggling, as this was kind of hard to do when he was hanging precariously half-off the ledge, but a couple of moments later it was done: he was home free.
Hopping with a grim and pained satisfaction - and not exactly sure he was in one piece- he gripped the small object in his hand tightly, angrily. Maybe he would return it, sometime, maybe tomorrow, but for now the satisfaction of just thinking of the expression on her face would be ******** priceless.
Not to mention, being left with a dead body at the scene. He grinned viciously at the thought. It served her right for not evening bothering to listen to him!
Upon breaking into an actual smile, his nose decided to continue its water - well bloodworks escapade con decorrenza immediata . ********, this was gonna be very, very hard to explain at school come tomorrow.
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