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 Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 2:54 pm
Her face was grim, her slaps soon turning into all-out punches against the side of his face. She'd save his eyes for later; she intended to beat into those until he couldn't see, much like he had done to her.
"Why would I lie, Castor? The truth is ******** painful enough as it is without me stretching it! Why can't I share the pain? I mean, you're in love, right? Why should you care what your lover is doing, shouldn't you be happy she's obviously happy in another man's arms?"
Punch. Slam. Hit. Over and over, small hands wailed into his chest, Nea completely unaware that tears were beginning to stream down her own face as she spoke, funneling her own rage, her anger into her attacks on the younger boy.
"You don't love her, you can't love her... NO! She doesn't love you, you're...you're stupid for loving her!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 4:56 pm
He wasn't going to pass out. Not for this. He couldn't. Sure it hurt, sure, his body and mind were screaming at him to fight back, to run away, but just, something held him down. Something held him in place as the smaller woman pummeled him. Something kept him from fighting back, from running away.
It was odd. It was like he was watching her beat him through a TV. He didn't feel pain as she hit him. Jut the weight of her sitting on his chest. A slight sore throb in between his legs. And a warm wetness running down his face. For a while he thought it was his own tears and blood that ran down his face. But, after a while, he could feel a drip onto his cheek. On the bridge of his nose.
Nealite was crying.
A tiny smile was on his lips as she ranted about love. He felt oddly at peace. Not at her suffering.
But at the fact he had been wrong.
The negaverse could love too.
"...Isn't.." He had to lick his lips to keep going. His mouth tasted like copper. "Isn't that...what love is? The willingness....to suffer? Sacrifice? I..." His smile was weak but there. "Because....I want to suffer...for her. because...I...want to be worthy...." He was looking at Nealite eyes half closed, a bit of blood sealing one shut. "....of that love."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:53 pm
"Shut up shut up SHUT UP!" she screamed at him, finishing his last sentence with a swift fist to the face.
This wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to just beat the s**t out of him, he was supposed to just lie there, like expected...but why the ******** was he saying all of this? Why the ******** was he going on and on about love, when she told him Linarite hated him, that she had other men, that she didn't want Castor?
"You're a goddamn fool, Castor." she spat out, moving one arm to wipe off the sweat from her brow, the senshi's blood smeared against her fists. "He's never going to listen, he's never going to realize."
Wait... he?
She sat back and glared at him, her eyes full of hate, full of confusion and full of fury. How dare he make her feel like this, drawing out this sort of thing from her, ruining her moment of revenge?
"I'm ******** done with this s**t," she hissed, and then dug her hand into his chest, her grip tight around his star seed. "********, Castor. Let's see how love saves you out of this one."
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 9:30 pm
Love did not save Sailor Castor. What saved Sailor Castor was the thing that had saved Sailor Castor pretty much most of the time -- a slim, silver-haired cat-girl whose blast got right into Nealite's hand, the fingers trying to yank out the star seed. One blast. And then another, to her chest, blowing her back from the prone boy senshi so that Astraea could yank him upwards.
She was already frisking him desperately, and before he could protest she barked -- "Your pen! Give me your henshin pen, for Serenity's sake! NOW! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!"
This was a little unfair considering that Castor was covered in blood, all of it his own. But she was panic-stricken. And she was human, which was always one hell of a gamble. She found it in his pocket, yanked it out, and cupped it between her hands as it started to glow.
It was only momentary -- but then she pressed it into Castor's hand, pushing his fingers around it. "Say Castor Constellation Power, Make-Up!" she said. "And do NOT screw this one up, don't, please don't, for the love of the Moon please don't. You only have so much time."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 9:54 pm
Oh well ******** me, she broke her end of the deal. Castor's mouth was just about caked shut with blood. Not to mention he was just flat out tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of ******** up. But at least she'll be safe. So long as Linarite would be safe, Castor was oddly fine, peachy even, to let Nealite molest his starseed for what had to be the third time now. Closing his eyes, he listened to Nealite rant, but he only heard half formed words. 'Be safe Lina. Please, be safe.'
Then the weight on his chest was gone, and he suddenly felt himself standing upright, abit wobbly. Opening his non blood encrusted eye, he caught the familiar sight of silver hair and kitty ears. Damn Astraea, why did you interfere? She'll out Lina now for sure. He watched somewhat bored as the catwoman patted him down, fumbling to find his henshin pen. It's in my pocket, where else? Sure, he wanted to tell her, but he could only give her a split lip smile.
As the pen glowed, he got it was probably important. Probably. In his hand it felt the same as ever. Cool, smooth, just about like any other pen. Well, like any other henshin pen I guess.
Lips opened and a small bit of fresh blood and spit dripped to his chin. "Castor Constellation Power...Make-up!" The words were not loud, but they had force behind them. Something in the back of his mind knew that he needed to do this. But the reason was not so much to save himself...'...Linarite. I want to see you again...no matter what it takes.'
It was the idea that if he died now, he'd never be able to see her again.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 10:17 pm
Her glove slipped, releasing the star seed as the painful beam struck her arm, forcing it away from the younger boy's chest.
God ******** damn it all, she should have seen this coming!
She turned towards her attacker, coming face to face with the second beam. It came so fast that she was unable to try out her new (and finally useful) mirror, so went sailing backwards onto the ground, releasing her hold over the abused Castor.
"ASTRAEAAAAA!" She screamed in rage, her voice shrill, nearly to the point of shrieking. Every time. Every goddamn time she nearly had Castor, that little b***h was there to save him. Was she supposed to be his ******** shadow or something?! No ******** wonder the General-King went into such a fit over the cat; Nealite was nearly to that point herself!
She took in a deep breath and gritted her teeth as she attempted to rise to her feet, her chest in excruciating pain from the Rainbow Beam from Hell. Her hand clutched tightly to her mirror, ready to attempt to deflect any more ******** magical cat beams should they come her way.
Taking one step forward, she was forced to hesitate, overhearing and becoming extremely confused by Astraea's orders to the senshi. Stupid phrase or not, it didn't sound good, so she began a desperate dash towards the couple, determined to try and stop whatever was about to occur.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 1:08 am
It was too late for Nealite. With Castor's words -- and he actually enunciated this time, despite the blood and the pain -- he was immediately shining white and hard to look at; he himself was injected with a fresh gout of the power that he'd first experienced when he'd become a sailor senshi. A ripple. A battery lighting up inside of him. The pain momentarily going away, leaving a warmth over him: there were nearly words, it was nearly language. It's all right. I'm here. We're fine. You can do this -- I always knew you could do this; I'll be with you soon, you know -- you've made me proud. Don't worry. I'm always with you.The voice was unfamiliar. The voice was also feminine. It was comforting even if you didn't want the comfort, soothing even if you weren't easily soothed. And then he changed.  "This is it, Castor," said Astraea. "Or should I say... Super Sailor Castor?" Beat. "Or should I say, come on already?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 4:17 pm
Warmth, power, strength, it was hard to describe just what was happening in the glitter mist that had just occurred. It was like one second he had been ready to give it all up, the next...
Something, or maybe even someone.... it felt like they were right next to him, holding him, giving him what he needed. It reminded him of his mother, from when he'd been small and she'd hold him, taking all the pains of the world away. He could feel something change inside of him, grow stronger.
Looking up, he was able to open what had just recently been a blood encrusted eye, and through that eye, he saw Nealite.
The soothing warmth was gone, replaced by a burning rage. As she raised her mirror to crash it down on him, the dust hadn't yet settled as he grabbed her wrist, staving off the blow. Time seemed to slow for the pair. "Your ten minutes are up." His voice was quite, but it was easy to tell that it was filled with hate. "If you ever go after Linarite...I'll kill you." There was something in the way he looked at Nealite, something in his dark blue eyes that said he'd fulfill that dark promise, regardless of the results.
Drawing his free hand back, Castor gave a grim smile of satisfaction. He let her wrist go, as if to say farewell.
"HEAVEN'S FURY!" His fist covered in ice, it slammed right into Nealite's open chest. He felt the ice shatter on impact, digging into his knuckles. 'Take that b***h'.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 5:04 pm
The transformation happened before her eyes, seemingly the polar opposite of how her own promotion had been. Instead of pain surging through veins, he seemed almost... at peace?
She'd swung to hit him... and then he grabbed her. Orange eyes jerked down to wrestle her trapped wrist back, oblivious to the other hand that had begun to rise and aim at her chest. Nealite heard his words, but they failed to register until the powerful punch of his fist sent her flying backwards.
Her mind was racing during the split second between his words and his punch. There was no way she could take on both a Super Senshi and Astraea, not by herself, Captain or not. As she flew back, her first instinct was run, and her thoughts scrambled to concentrate on a spot to teleport. She had to get out of there, she had to get <******** out of there.
In an instant, she was gone, teleporting to the first place her mind imagined as far as safe havens went.
Meaning directly into the center of Mr. Killingworth's office.
The momentum of his punch remained with her, even despite the location change, and Nealite found herself crashing against the wall of the office, her body crumpling to the floor. The pain of the direct hit, the wall crashing, the teleporting... it was all too much, too ******** much.
The last thing she recalled before the darkness took over was how surprisingly clean his carpets were for an office rarely touched by the cleaning staff, and the faint whiff of tobacco lingering in the air.
And then she was down for the count, safe and protected within the confines of the Hillworth PE teacher's office.
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