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 Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 12:50 am
Move. Move. Move!
He didn't speak it, but he screamed it inside his head, felt it reverberate around his skull like a thousand firecrackers while he watched the girl stare in horror at the blood on her glove. The scent of it was intoxicating, filling his mind and driving him forward, shoving the small part of Gray that was still human to the back until he could no long recognize himself if he tried. His eyes glazed, something feral filling them, tearing away what had been Grayson Graves and burying him as though he had never existed.
Gripping her arm roughly, he twisted it, lips peeled back to bare fangs as he sunk them into her arm. He no longer even vaguely resembled the student he had once been, the boy who loved fire and slept through his classes, whose last kiss had been from someone he'd only possibly dated for a handful of days. He couldn't remember who that boy had been, didn't want to; he only wanted the taste of flesh in his mouth, the coppery delight of blood slicking over his tongue.
As he worked his jaw, teeth vised on her arm, he only wanted more.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 1:21 am
She'd begun to clap her hands excitedly as she watched the zombie begin to tear at the naive senshi. Had this been any other senshi she'd fought against in the past, Nealite knew she'd have to do some fighting of her own to vanquish the enemy. These greenhorns, however? Why, they were falling like flies, as long as the appropriate youma was being used!
Eyes that had been watching on with interest soon looked away in disgust. While Nealite was good and well with the idea of a senshi being torn apart, actually having to watch the act was rather... well. Disgusting.
"Quit playing with your food and just kill her, Grayson!" She sternly demanded, her own stomach quickly losing whatever appetite it may have had. "Get it over with, and I'll let you have your freedom!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 1:47 am
If Nealite had thought that killing these greenhorn senshi was easy, she had never counted on Libra.
Libra had already died once, her civilian identity was a mess, and all she had eaten for days were stupid, disgusting strawberry poptarts, which she didn't think she'd ever be able to eat again. To make matters worse, she was trying to find answers and collect the history of Barren Pines by asking students, which was about as difficult as trying to carve Mount Rushmore with a spoon. Libra was tired and confused, but most of all, Libra was angry. Overwhelmingly angry, and thus when she saw Virgo under attack, all the bottled rage came flooding out in a vicious torrent. Distantly, in her head, there were trumpets, the sort that heralded a battle in her Age of Empires games.
Your unit is under attack. What do you do?
On this playing field, she was no all-powerful hand of God. She had no other units to attack, no soliders to command, no trebuchets or longbowmen. There was just her, her and Virgo, probably outmatched in terms of power, but she still had the element of surprise. Her mouth drew into a thin line, and she clutched her scales. Virgo was under attack. She was the only unit she had.
Libra commanded herself to attack, swooping in like an avenging angel and swinging her scales with all the furious wrath she could muster again and again, as if Grayson's reanimated corpse suddenly represented all of Barren Pines, and every time she lashed out at him, accurate or not, was attacking the entire hellish situation. "You will not touch her!" she shrieked, scooping Virgo up in her arms and using the kind of commanding voice she could employ that made small children want to cower. Panting, her blue eyes darted to the orange haired woman, remembering what Andeon had told her, but there was no time. She was outnumbered, and Elke was probably alive, but she was not a deployable unit. Libra was a strategist, and so she took the most logical course of action that she could in her circumstances.
She fled.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 2:13 am
Nealite let out a string of curses as a second senshi made her way onto the scene, quickly scooping up the bleeding, yet still active, Virgo.
God damn it, when was she ever going to get a ******** break around here!?!
The scowl spread across her face as she watched the two of them dash off, poor Grayson stumbling after them, still being commanded by Nealite's order. Sighing, she shook her head as her arms crossed her chest.
"Just... go do whatever the ******** you zombies are supposed to be doing. Go kill something. I don't know, I don't ******** care anymore."
Her mood now soured due to the interruption of a new senshi in the midst (and Nealite knew better than to take two on by herself - it never ended well), she let out a small huff before teleporting herself back to Hillworth for some much needed distractions. Perhaps she'd decorate the apartment a bit more. Or rearrange her shoes. Whatever.
At least, in the end, she knew the demise of the Zodiac senshi was inevitable. They couldn't leave the campus and they had s**t for training. It would only be a matter of time before they were killed; it was simply unfortunate that it would not take place today.
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