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 Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 1:17 pm
Regular RP:
A Grain of Sand
Howl and Boreas meet and have their first experiences in Tartaros.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 1:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 1:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 2:03 pm
Battle RP:
Christmas in June
Noel awakens as Sailor Boreas thanks to ********* & Iris. Cake shop shenanigans follow.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 11:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 6:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 12:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 6:54 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 11:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 4:31 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 12:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 8:49 pm
Solo RP
"Balancing Duty with Revenge"
Small pools of water formed in the cracked and worn cement beneath him. Running in small streams across the weathered pavement, the water collected in the various dents and holes in the alleyway. Rain was steadily falling down onto the dark city streets and swiftly washing away the stench of alcohol and gasoline from the crowded street littered with bars and clubs. The music of various night clubs had finally stopped playing as the clock struck and the late night became very early morning. High heels clicked and laughter echoed as the stragglers finally made their way to their taxis or rushed to catch the final train for the night. Some seemed to be playing in the water and others completely despised it for ruining what was now a long night out. Boreas awoke to find himself lying on the ground of the dark alleyway. Had he been knocked out? Was he even in senshi form or just blacked out from drinking? The world around him was blurred and the rain was unable to drown out the music and chatting that was going on in the street before him. Each voice or beat seemed to pound into his head and he quickly tried to cover his ears. It was then he felt the familiar fabric of leather and heard the soft clink of the chains that dangled from each glove. Yes, he was Sailor Boreas and he was, unfortunately, lying in an alleyway.
“s**t…”
How did he get here? Why did his head feel like a couple hundred mallets had been beating into it for thousands of years? His vision was still slightly blurry and each limb felt the acute sting of exhaustion. Cool droplets of rain water had revived him from whatever state had brought him here. He moved his hand through his hair, trying to make sure there wasn’t any blood or gaping wound to attend to. In this endeavor he was lucky. While he still felt like a train wreck, he wasn’t in immediate need of a doctor. Good to know. Using his arms to hoist him up, he sat up and tried to wipe the gravel and fragments of asphalt from his back. Boreas’ outfit seemed intact and there wasn’t any evidence of another waiting around to finish the job. Removing the glove for a moment, he rubbed his eyes and tried to focus on what had led him to wake up in an alleyway. He didn’t have amnesia and it didn’t feel like a concussion. He should be able to recall what in the world would put in here. It was then, with a cringe, that he remembered the events of an hour or so ago. Hard to gauge time when you black out after all.
Earlier while the street was still busy with the bustle of dancers and drunks, Boreas was atop the six story apartment building. This particular vantage point gave him a wonderful view of the entire street. Something very valuable when hunting youma in the midst of a crowd of drag queens, drag kings, and Lady Gaga wannabes. Electronica and pop remixes were blaring and if that weren’t enough to mask the conversations of the denizens of the street below, the air conditioning units atop the roof disguised any nearby noise. This was rather unfortunate given Boreas was not alone.
Club music and machinery gave Esperite the perfect cover to sneak up on the senshi of winter. His heels were usually counterproductive and easily gave him away. However, this time it seemed that his prey was too preoccupied with the hustle and bustle below them to notice. A sly smirk crossed the crimson eyed lieutenant’s face as he quickly moved behind Sailor Boreas. Esperite knew now not to bother with introductions or even attempt fair fights with senshi. The battle with Sailor Iris had taught him that. This left Boreas the unknowing prey of the eager lieutenant. Not even bothering to attempt to play fair, a heel boot slammed into the senshi of winter’s back, sending him tumbling down. With the renewed sense of victory, he quickly jumped away. He wasn’t going to be anywhere in sight in case that foolhardy senshi drew some kind of attention. Nope, he would be content to revel in the fact that he had just beaten a senshi without even having to draw his daggers. Good night.
Boreas didn’t even have time to catch his breath before he found himself rolling down the stairs of the fire escape below. While this was certainly a lifesaver in disguise as it certainly saved him from a six story fall, pain still shot through his body as he reached the final set of stairs and landed on the cold cement of the alleyway. He was going to need a second or two here. Whoever had done this certainly must have been in a hurry and believed the job finished. With a few painful breathes, he faded out of consciousness.
Back to the present, Boreas rubbed the ugly bruise that had formed on his back. Whoever that was, Boreas wasn’t going to let this go. He would have to go against his nature here and try and keep his ear to the ground. He may have been a newbie, but he knew the death of a senshi would be something on everyone’s tongue. The senshi of winter gritted his teeth in anger before rising to climb up the very fire escape he had fallen from. His body would be sore and beaten for a few days. He let a few tear drops roll down his face. He wasn’t ashamed to be crying. No, these were tears of anger. If he didn’t let this frustration out now, he would pay for it later. Reaching the once hallowed vantage point, he searched the rooftop for clues or hopefully a warm body since he wasn’t going to let this jackass off easy. However, he was alone; left with his tears and anger. Screaming at the shadows, he gave a warning in case his enemies still lie in wait.
“Whoever the ******** you are, you’ve just made my list! Congratulations, your life is now officially over!”
Scanning the area one final time, he then departed for his apartment. The rest of the night would be spent with a first aid kit. The only thing that kept him from breaking into a sob was the anger that continued to build. Whoever the mysterious perpetrator was, he was in for a world of suffering once Boreas found him.
((WC: 1093))
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 9:36 pm
Solo RP
"Getting back on the Roof"
(( ICly this takes place the night after "Balancing Duty with Revenge" ))
“Blizzard Blast!”
Sailor Boreas flung the spiral of air towards the youma. This particular creature looked like an 80’s Madonna throwback. He was tempted to make a few lucky star or material girl jokes, but he seriously doubted that the youma would get the reference. He certainly hoped there weren’t youma from 30 years ago still roaming around anyway. When Blizzard Blast finally hit its target, he was sorely disappointed to find that it didn’t dust the beast. While she seemed damaged, the attack didn’t finish the deed. The side effects didn’t hold for long either as she quickly recovered and headed straight for him with full gusto. Her ability clearly lied in her own physical strength as the tackle threw him across the rooftop and left him trying to close the gap with another magical attack.
“Blizzard Blast! Time to put you on ice, b***h!”
With his last magical attack, the youma seemed sufficiently damaged. She wouldn’t last much longer and the starseed she stole from that adorable waiter would be returned. Boreas was hoping for more than a simple thank you. His endgame would hopefully mean a new date for Noel. Now that was true motivation! Not that he needed a Louise Lane or anything; in fact, he would be overjoyed for quickie in the bathroom of the restaurant. However, his delusions got the best of him as the creature launched another physical assault. Thankfully and unfortunately, the cement railing of the rooftop stopped him from having a repeat of the previous night. However, he wasn’t in the clear yet. That last attack meant he would have to rely on physical prowess to beat the youma. While others may have felt to need to give up or at least try for a self-damaging, last resort magical attack, Boreas simply wiped the dust off and raised both fists. His week had already sucked and last night he found himself lying in an alleyway. Things could only go up, or at least that’s what he told himself.
“Come on, put ‘em up! Don’t you know how to do anything besides tackle people? Surely you didn’t do that much coke in the ‘80’s!”
It was that time of the night. The time for lame jokes at the youma’s expense. He’ll be damned if he didn’t try and cheer himself up somehow. The beast’s tackles left his body on shaky ground. He had been sore from the start and this encounter certainly wasn’t speeding up his recovery. Boreas was lucky enough that the youma seemed to be in a similar state. Both magical attacks had severely weakened her. She only needed another good hit and she was dust. Boreas’ words had sufficiently pissed her off; regardless of her past drug usage, she was till coherent. Making another charge, this one identical the previous two, she headed straight for him. Yelling at the top its lungs, Boreas waited for the youma to get closer. He was hoping to punch it in the stomach and sufficiently dust the beast. The material girl youma closed in, Boreas overestimated his physical state and with the slight leaning in to make a punch, he fell to his knees. In the following few seconds, he made a very lucky move. As the youma reached him, he flung both arms into her stomach and flipped her into the air. While running into the cement railing would have been sufficient, Boreas’ reaction sent her flying over the edge and free falling into the street below. The youma didn’t even cry out as it was reduced to dust and the sparkle of the waiter’s starseed was all that remained. Boreas looked over edge of the roof to make sure no one was around before carefully making his way down to the street. The night before had left him uncomfortable with heights. He would be lying if he didn’t admit to being unnerved by having to fight a youma on the roof after what happened. However, he was determined to get past it and return to his carefree self. Well maybe not as carefree as before, he had been kicked off a building without putting up a fight after all.
“Easy does it, no need to hurry now. You can do it, nice and gentle.”
Once he reached the pile of dust, he carefully picked up the starseed. Examining it once over, he decided it was fully intact with no cause for concern. With a smile and an aching body, he hurried back to the café around the corner from the rooftop battle. Slipping through the back alley entrance, he found the young waiter who had been closing up. Boreas felt bad for leaving the door unlocked and running after the youma. However, he didn’t know any other way to attend to the youma and return the starseed. He didn’t want to be seen busting restaurant windows or anything. As the tiny jewel sank into the attractive man’s chest, Boreas quickly returned to his civilian form. He hadn’t bothered to come up with an albi for finding the waiter, in his very limited experience, people really didn’t grasp the details after recuperating. With slight nudge, he tried to wake him up.
“Hey buddy, you okay?”
“H-how did I get here!?”
“I don’t know, maybe you like to sleep on restaurant floors. Can I help you get home?”
“Uh.. yeah, that would be great. Guess I owe you one for finding me.”
Noel gave the waiter a smile and chuckle. Helping him to his feet, Noel supported him to the train station and gave him warm farewell. The waiter didn’t seem to suspect anything and Noel made sure to offer his phone number in case the waiter needed some help. Probably not the help the waiter was thinking of at the time, but Noel had his priorities after all. Whether or not he called wasn’t on Noel’s mind. He still needed to break his fear of heights if he was going to be the patron savior of attractive young men he longed to be. Watching the waiter’s train depart, he leaned against the cement pillar. His body was still sore and he was going to need a glass or perhaps a bottle of wine to take the edge off.
“Ugh, what a rough week…”
Staring at the flickering lights of the station, he let his mind wander to past embraces and warmer thoughts to fight off the physical and mental effects of the past few days. When the train arrived to take him to his stop, he simply threw himself down into an uncomfortable seat and tried to get a little rest on the way home.
((WC: 1113))
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 8:32 pm
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