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 Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 11:13 pm
Ashes to Ashes, Snow to Snow542 words
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Watch. Watch the snow fall, fall from the sky. See it dance, see it twirl. Catch a flake, look real close. Isn’t it pretty? A delicate, beautiful thing. It’s not human, no, not even alive, but would you hurt it? Would you see it die? Look, see, it’s art, art gifted to you by the sky. It’s a fragile thing, a fleeting thing, here for so short a time. They should be enjoyed, these flakes, for their short lives.
Mica stood on the roof of a restaurant, huddled against one of its chimneys. The snow seemed to have slackened as of late, but there was still plenty of it. She held a hand out, catching a handful of snowflakes.
She stared at them, but didn’t see them. Instead she imagined something better: a starseed, cradled gently in her hand. Starseeds were no longer the mission, but energy balls, well, they lacked the beauty of a starseed. Nothing quite compared to a starseed, except maybe a crystal.
With that thought Mica shook off the snowflakes and brushed off the ones clinging desperately to her suit.
But of course, that’s right, snow’s not alive. It can enchant and captivate, but to give it a thought, to give it such merit, well, it’s just snow. Just snow.
Mica had missed the crystals. Both crystals. There had been two crystals, and both had gone to Senshi.
Listen. Listen to the wind. Can you hear it? It’s crying. It sweeps the snow across the sky, gives it a ride. It knows though, knows the snow is doomed. The sun will come and it will melt. Or stupid, stupid humans will come, and they will crush it, kill it beneath their clumsy feet. The wind is crying.
The imposter Queen was dead and gone, an old thought that would normally be of little importance to Mica. There was only one person, one Queen, that merited a fixed place in Mica’s thoughts, and she was no alien.
A gust of wind blew snow in Mica’s face, a stray snowflake getting in her eye. Cursing, she rubbed the stinging eye.
Feel. Feel! The Queen is dead! My Queen is dead, dead, dead! Humans helped. Humans hate the snow. Such a cold planet, no heart in it. How can humans hate the snow? It’s a gift, and- look, one curses it! To curse snow… A killer, cold not outside but in. The Queen is dead. Humans hate snow, curse snow; murderers.
A high-pitched battle cry drew Mica’s attention. There, dancing towards here, was what looked like a tiny fairy. Arching an eyebrow, Mica felt a faint sense of curiosity, up until the moment when the little thing danced up the chimney and blew frosty wind in her face.
“ Murder! Murder! How could you? My Queen, my Queen.”
Blinking frosty eyes, Mica was distinctly unimpressed, both by the face full of cold and the midget’s wailing. As the thing pulled at her hair, Mica reached up with her cane and smashed it against the chimney bricks.
My Queen…
With a smear of her cane, the thing stopped twitching and turned to back to normal, nasty snow. Good. Mica had better things to do then listen to some ice pixie’s caterwauling.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 10:31 pm
Taking Out the Trash? words
Link Lieutenant Mica meets Captain Wolframite. The start of a mutually beneficial arrangement begins.
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 1:14 am
Dirty Dancing639 words
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((Warning: Suggestive content.)) Snake Eyes’ was a catch-all in Knocktown. By day it was a betting parlor-bar combo, while by night it was a club. It was known to hold poker tournaments and stomp contests. Despite all the activity, Snake Eyes wasn’t a place someone passing by on the street would likely feel the desire to check out. Snake Eyes itself was on the first floor of a three-story building, and many of the windows of the upper floors had aluminum taped in them. Graffiti covered much of the brick walls that faced the side streets and back parking lot, while the wooden front seemed worn and droopy.
None of this determined Nyasa. She was looking for a release, a place where she’d blend in, and Snake Eyes fit that bill. The patrons of Snake Eyes were mix of students destined for failure, people working too many jobs for too little money, and people that made their living by living off others. The unspoken rule in Snake Eyes was simple: unless someone had a gun, they were okay.
It's gettin late
I'm making my way over to my favorite place
Stepping through the dark threshold, Nyasa closed her eyes for a brief moment, savoring the thump of the bass, the scents of recreational drugs, and the smell of alcohol. Even the faint undertones of vomit and sweat were welcome. Some people’s skin crawled when they felt dirty, felt a need to get clean, but not Nyasa. No, it was getting down and dirty that made her feel alive.
I gotta get my body moving, shake the stress away
The mass of writhing bodies on the dance floor called to her. She quickly inserted herself into the crowd, losing herself to the music. She threw her head back, raised her hands, and let her hips sway, feeling herself loosen and relax as she fell into the beat. She danced, just danced and danced, eyes closed and mind blissfully silent. The crowd melted away, leaving just her and the music.
Hands. Suddenly there were hands on her hips, a light, questioning grip. Nyasa turned her head slightly, met the dark eyes behind her, and tilted her head slightly. Now it was a dance for two.
I wasn't looking for nobody when you looked my way
Possible candidate, yeah
The next song was louder, faster. The crowd grew more frenzied, pulsing with the rhythm. Nyasa ground back, swaying with her unknown partner. Names, history, it didn’t mater now; just the music, just the feeling.
Her partner, whoever he was – it was now obvious that it was a he – approved, tightening his grip and grinding back. Nyasa answered, letting her hands roam behind her, never losing track of the beat.
Do you know what you started
I just came here to party
But now we're rockin on the dance floor
Acting naughty
Another song, a new song, popular with the younger crowd. Nyasa didn’t know it, didn’t care about it. She nudged her companion, then nodded to a side door. Understanding what she meant, he left. She waited a couple minutes before following, letting the tension build.
I wanna take you away
Lets escape into the music
The door let to a stairwell. He was waiting there, sitting on the bottom of the stairs. His straying eyes showed admiration of her outfit, but registered no recognition or suspicion, showed no intelligence beyond that; perfect. The muffled music continued in the background as she beckoned him, and despite his surprise - he'd been expecting someone else - he moved forward eagerly.
DJ let it play
Hands everywhere, conducting a different sort of dance now.
I just can't refuse it
Like the way you do this
Keep on rockin to it
She approved, but kept one hand on his lips, a reminder that this was nothing personal. The man kept quiet.
Don't you feel the passion ready to explode
What goes on between us no one has to know
This is a private show, oh
She stepped back and the man collapsed. Face flushed, she rolled a gem between her fingers as she nudged the limp body with her foot; out. Mica allowed herself a small, satisfied smile before her ears perked. She liked this song.
Please don't stop the
Please don't stop the music
The gem vanished in the blink of an eye, as did Mica. Nyasa slipped through the door and rejoined the ignorant masses, falling back into the groove immediately.
It had been risky, but only just, and just what she needed: the stress was gone and she felt alive.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 8:11 pm
Falling Down and Out? words
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 6:46 pm
Below the Alpha473 words
Link Nyasa had been walking back home from work when she felt the sensation. She had just enough time to grit her teeth and dive into an unfortunately prickly bush before the pull took her.
The pull was painful, and when Mica finally appeared, she was on one knee, panting slightly. She quickly shut her mouth – she was not going to be seen as weak before her fellow Negas – but she did not immediately get to her feet. She instead focused on catching her breath and slowing her pulse. She could handle a little pain, liked it even, but that had been a bit… much.
Finally standing, she forced her body into an alert stance, ignoring the stinging cut on her cheek that she’d gotten from the bush. She looked calm enough, but her flared nostrils and clenched jaw belayed her discomfort. Her medical training told her to see to her comrades, but she fell into formation, contenting herself by doing a visual inspection of those gathered; cuts and bruises, but nothing serious that she could see.
~*~
Mica felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise, but she remained silent. As a lowly Lieutenant, she was not about to speak out and draw attention to herself, especially not the attention of such a powerful and angry being. No, she stayed quiet and glanced at the higher-ups to observe their reactions. That voice did not belong to Queen Beryl, but beyond that the speaker’s identity was a mystery to her. Did anyone have any idea what was going on?
~*~
Elysion looked like something out of a four-year-old’s dreams. It was so happy and sweet that Mica wouldn’t be surprised if a unicorn frolicked by. When she pictured the Earth’s core, she pictured something fiery and strong, not something so… fluffy. At any other time, looking at such a place would give her a toothache, but for now she was distracted by the herd of Senshi that was milling about.
Several of the Senshi were acting like drunks with their childish glee, while Mica was certain that at least one Senshi was actually drunk. Some of the Senshi were literally tripping over each over. How was it that this ragtag group of undisciplined fools managed to resist the Negaverse time and time again? It was their magic, surely. If they couldn’t use their dirty magic tricks, the Senshi would have long ago been Youma fodder.
Not one for impassioned words or rousing speeches, Mica merely stood by, quiet and outwardly passive; inside was another story. In silence she made her oath, a promise to honor the uniform she wore and to crush those disgusting aliens that would presume to rule Earth. When at last they entered Elysion, Mica summoned her cane, clutching its jeweled pommel in her hand, and braced for battle.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 9:23 pm
When Mica arrived, she had not immediately jumped into the fray, instead observing for a brief period of time before walking around the edge. Everyone was so engaged in their battles that she was able decipher where she felt she was needed most. Esperite was engaged in a fight with two Senshi, one of whom had a familiar feathered butt; Iris. Deciding to even the odds, Mica invited herself to join.
" Ridding Earth of alien parasites." Mica called to Iris, trying to distract her for Esperite.
~*~
Mica was not amused. Damn Senshi and their cheap tricks! What sort of person fought by constantly holding down and/or disabling their opponent? It was annoying as hell, and Mica was going to smack someone as soon as she could move normally. Iris probably, since that seemed to fit Esperite’s plan. Nodding as best she could, she remained still, waiting for the effects to wear off.
As for the blank-eyed girl’s comment, Mica didn’t bother to respond. Couldn’t really, even if she wanted to, because she didn’t know what a “Team Rocket” was anyway.
~*~
Metis’s cheap shot – at least, she thought it was cheap - sent Mica down and had her seeing stars, as well as making her head throb. The excellent balance and coordination she prided herself on were going to be shot if she kept taking blows to the head. From her place on the ground, Mica raised a booted leg and kicked, aiming for Metis’s chest, hoping to knock the other Senshi away long enough for her to stand up, or to at least stop seeing stars.
~*~
Some time ago, a tentacle of mysterious origin had grabbed her and flung her into a tree. Having managed to hit both her back and head on the tree, Mica thought she could be forgiven she she stayed on the ground for a bit. When she finally caught her breath and could feel her toes again, she staggered to her feet, snuck up behind the nearest Senshi, and used both arms to drive the bottom of her cane at the base of their neck.
~*~
With a satisfying crack, the nameless Senshi dropped to the ground. Mica stared down at the body blankly; she had not actually expected that to work. When she looked back up at the on-going fight, she couldn’t help but grimace. Kicking, biting, hair-pulling… Mica could feel the desperation of both sides. She had heard that these aliens fancied themselves the “good guys,” but her comrades’ wounds said otherwise. These Senshi were too brainwashed to see that what they were doing were wrong, and as a result they were fighting the Negaverse, injuring the very ones that were trying to set things right.
To Mica this meant that the more Senshi that were killed the better. She set her sights on injured Senshi that was staggering away from battle and was beginning to creep towards him when sunlight finally streamed into Elysion, abruptly ending the battle as the Negaverse was banished back to their subspace
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 1:17 am
Return to Darkness482 words
Link When Mica reappeared back in the subspace, she had quietly walked to the edge of the group and examined her wounded comrades. This was a mess. Many needed to go to a hospital, but some couldn't - Tanzanite, as she pointed out, was part-Youma - and some shouldn't. How would such a large influx of injured youth be explained?
Mica took the energy orb from the General Quuen, but she didn't immediately consume it. Compared to some, she was hardly injured; a bruised back and cut cheek, that was all. Clenching the orb in her first, Mica didn't bother to try to talk over the shouting, instead sizing up the supplies that had been pulled from the closet.
~*~
Mica had opinions about the various ongoing arguments, but wisely kept her mouth shut. Instead she strode over to Captain Scheelite and, as unobtrusively as possible, placed the energy orb she had received next to him. She had originally considered giving it to Tanzanite, but Scheelite was the one still on the ground.
~*~
Mica’s eyebrow ticked up slightly at the pink-eyed Lieutenant’s words, thought the rest of her face remained carefully blank. She assumed that he was a fellow Lieutenant, as she was unfamiliar with him. It was bold to speak in such a way to a Captain, and by Mica’s reckoning it was also stupid. They were part of an army, not a democracy. Who was he to speak like that to a higher rank?
Of course, it was hardly her concern, and the Captain handled it as he pleased. Mentally Mica began to run through a mental list of her supplies at home, then of hospitals and doctors. Charity Hospital seemed like the best bet, especially since she worked from there.
“ I would suggest Charity Hospital. They’re busy, but less likely to ask questions. I could get you a ride there if desired.”
~*~
Mica had been about to offer her cane when the Captain summoned his guitar. That was good; it looked better for him to use his own weapon for his prop. However, she wasn't about to let him get a head injury in case he decided to fall over, so Mica moved a bit closer to his side.
" My apartment and car are on King Boulevard, but I can pick you up from where ever." Casting her eyes around, she added, " Anyone else that wants to be patched up may go to my apartment."
~*~
“ It seems logical for you to go with… Faya.” The last part sounded like a question, as Mica wasn’t familiar with the other Lieutenant. Not surprising since Mica actually knew very few of her comrades.
“ I’ll take Zircon,” That name she had picked up from Zinkenite,“ and whoever else back to my apartment. I assume you can find me if needed.”
Unless the glowstick had ported itself into her apartment, Scheelite had been there once already.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 9:25 pm
Vice-Indulgence749 words
Link “ What happened to your cheek?”
“ Ring.”
“ Ring? There’s no bruise-”
“ Faded.”
“ But-”
“ Leave it.”
“ It’s not right, you know. You don’t have to put up with it.” Nyasa looked up, calculating eyes trying to figure out what her co-worker was thinking. “ You could leave.”
Abusive relationship? Close. A reasonable excuse.
“ No, I can’t.” Not that she would if she could.
“ But-”
“ Leave it.”
~*~
Nyasa hurried to Snake Eyes, longing to loose herself to alcohol and music, liver damage be damned.
Damn co-workers! They meant well – that or they fancied themselves Oprah or Dr. Phil – but Nyasa didn’t need it, didn’t want it. They were too observant, too persistent, and it was making things difficult. She told them that she did sparring, but that couldn’t explain all the injuries she collected. Now they thought she was in an abusive relationship, and fool that she was, she went with it. Another lie to remember.
“ Hit me.”
The bartender eyed Nyasa oddly. Nyasa was a regular, but rarely drank. Nevertheless, the glass of amber liquid was slid to her silently, and Nyasa tossed it back like a shot.
“ Hit me.”
~*~
It was getting late. Nyasa knew she should go home, prepare herself, go to sleep. It was war, wasn’t it? Night was the key. Night would let them back, let them fight the aliens.
Nyasa was drunk.
Maybe. Probably. She felt loose and her face strange. She reached up and felt her face, realized that she was smiling. Yes, drunk then. Hard to fight drunk; need to know drunk karate. Drunken karate? Kung Fu? Whatever.
Past time to stop drinking. Need another distraction, something to sober up. Dancing was good. The music was louder now, preparing for the night crowd. Crowds were good to get lost in. But, well, she didn’t want to get lost. Not now, not tonight. She wanted people to look at her. She fought for them, the ingrapes- ingraze- … those not-grateful people.
Dance, now.
Nyasa weaved to the dancefloor, not content to stick to the usual bump and grind. She was flexible, had rhythm and a good body, and she wanted people to see. She danced, loose, wild, and sensual, and people paid attention. They cheered her on, some out of amusement, but most because they liked the show. Guys cheered, girls glared – their loss – and something caught Nyasa’s eye.
A silver pole. How had she never seen that before? Was it new? Didn’t matter. It was there and Nyasa intended to use it. She walked up to it, wrapped a leg around it, and the crowd cheered her on.
This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. People could take pictures, video, and post it on the Internet. Not solo then.
Nyasa grabbed a sulky girl, jerked her forward. The girl’s surprise was enough that Nyasa was able to position her on the pole. Girl looked back, caught her eye, and Nyasa leaned in. The lips were sticky and tasted like strawberry, competing with the alcohol on her breath. That was good.
A back was pressed against her’s, and soon it was a small mob, writhing together. There seemed to be a lot of people there, a lot of people watching, but Nyasa didn’t care. She had strawberries and sweat-slick muscles and bass to grind to.
~*~
“ That was impressive.”
Nyasa stopped, swayed, squinting at the one talking to her. She recognized him: he was the owner of Snake Eyes.
“ You drew quite a crowd. It was a good night for business.” He paused, then added, “ Business has been slow.”
She waited, then finally waved her hand, wanting him to get to the point. Nyasa was in no shape to think deep thoughts, or think much at all.
“ Would you do it again? Perform? I can’t pay much, but you’d get perks, alcohol.”
Now Nyasa was staring. Perform?
“ No.”
“ No?”
“ No.”
“ Are you sure?”
“ No. Yes.” Pause. “ No, no performing. That was fun, just fun.”
“ Pretty good for ‘just fun’.”
“ I’ve many talents.” Like a Swiss pocketknife. Human Swiss pocketknife. “ I’m drunk.”
“ Yes, you are.” The owner sighed. “ Want me to call a cab?”
“ I’m good. My Kung Fu is strong.”
Nyasa left the bemused man behind, staggering back to her apartment. Edge was wearing off strangely fast, unwelcome thoughts already intruding. If she had to think, then she’d be useful, plan.
An alley cat hissed and Nyasa laughed, low, quiet, and slightly off. So much time and so little to do!
... something like that.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 6:59 pm
Quail-Eye's Field Words = OVER 9000! (Enough)
Link Attacked: Nemesis, Cancer, Pegasus
Defeated: Hephaistos
Defeated by: ?
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 1:00 am
Under the Table775 words
Link Nyasa hadn’t been to Snake Eyes in over two weeks. Giving the increasing frequency with which she had been visiting the grungy little club, this was rather surprising. However, the absence had not been entirely willing. Between her day job and her alter ego’s duties, Nyasa had been running non-stop. Lately she had precious little down time, and when she did she either slept or was out knocking out street scum, stealing their energy and emptying their pockets.
Now that Nyasa was beginning to resemble some sort of were-raccoon – that and she was falling asleep between calls – her legal employer had forcefully encouraged her to take some time off. Not willing to kick a gift horse in the mouth, Nyasa had accepted the paid vacation. She had slept, beaten up a pimp, grabbed some deliciously bad chili cheese fries, and then slept some more.
Awake now, Nyasa sat on her worn futon couch, pawing through the goods she had relieved from the pimp. If all pimps were as stupid as this one, she’d have to target them more. He’d been wearing diamond studs – real diamonds, if she had to bet – gold chains, and had been carrying a large amount of cash. On top of it all, he hadn’t even been carrying a gun.
Before her career in judicial theft, trying to figure out how to sell her pickings would’ve given her pause. Not anymore. Nyasa had been doing this long enough to know which shady pawn shops owners were greedy enough to swallow up her goods, no questions asked. Sweeping the jewelry into a Crown Royal bag, Nyasa headed for Big Daddy’s Pawn Shop.
~*~
“ Well, lookie here. How can I do ya’ Nyasa?”
Big Daddy D was a crude man, but his greed made him useful.
“ I’ve some stuff for you to look at.”
“ Well, lemme see.”
Nyasa emptied the bag on the counter, earrings and necklaced clattering out. A gleam entered Big Daddy’s eyes.
“ Interesting haul. Where’d ya get ‘em?”
“ Gifts.”
“ Gifts, eh? Nice gifts if you were a brother. Don’t see how they could mistake that booty.” Bid Daddy chuckled at his own comment, ignoring Nyasa’s silence. “ Well, I can’t give ya’ too much. Good materials, but bad taste. Only real certain peoples will want this stuff, ya’ know?”
And that was the problem with people like Big Daddy. His lust for money clouded things like her judgment and memory. Nyasa was no fool, and like every other time she left with more money that Big Daddy had hoped to pay.
~*~
After dropping off most of the cash back at her apartment – Nyasa was not fool enough to carry that much around – she finally made her way back to Snake Eyes. When she got there it was still early evening; she’d only ever gone there after dark before. She drew looks from the few patrons in the place as she approached the bar.
“ Where’s Ricky?”
The bartender looked at Nyasa balefully. “ He’s at the bank.”
“ Why?”
“ Why you think? Money. Can’t pay the bills.”
“ Call him.”
“ What for?”
“ Tell him I can help.”
~*~
Ricky was a big man, both tall and heavy. He had played basketball as a kid and had planned to go pro, but when that didn’t work out he hadn’t had much to fall back on. Eventually he bought the neighborhood’s foreclosed bar – how he’d gotten the money was anyone’s guess – and reopened it as Snake Eyes. He’d clung to it ever since, but it was a sinking ship and he knew it.
Nyasa knew it too. Snake Eyes was having trouble competing with the bars on King Boulevard. Nyasa heard that when Ricky’s ex-wife left that she had spitefully taken a large chunk of his money.
Sitting across the table from Ricky, Nyasa played with the tab on her soda can – drinking during the day would be a bad idea – before looking Ricky in the eye.
“ You need money. I have money.”
Ricky snorted in disbelief. “ Enough to bail out my bar?”
“ Not all at once. Enough to pay off your bills, with interest, but you’ll still need the bar to turn a profit.”
“ Well, that’s the whole problem ain’t it?”
“ I’ve got some ideas.”
“ Money and ideas, hoo-boy. What’s in it for you?”
“ Perks. Discounts.”
“ Ah. Of course.”
“ And you may need a new employee or two.”
“ Really?”
“ Yes.”
“ You want your name on the sign too?”
“ No.”
A long silence ensued, Ricky staring hard at Nyasa. Whether he saw what he wanted or was just in too bad a fix was hard to say, but finally his shoulders slumped and he nodded.
“ A’right. Deal.”
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 3:29 pm
Nyasa had been to Mardi Gras only a couple of time herself, but her family celebrated it nonetheless. Some of her family was from the South, so Mardi Gras was in her blood. She had begged for the day off and thankfully her wish had been granted, but she was still on call. Granted, she couldn’t get drunk, but it was better then nothing, so she’d take it.
It honor of the occasion, Nyasa had donned her gold sequin top and tiny black shorts. She had black dance shoes that she’d put some sparkly gold laces, and that, with some gold beads wrapped around her wrists for bracelets, worked just fine. In fact, it wasn’t nearly as loud, flashy, or skimpy as some of the outfits people were parading about in.
Nyasa wandered through the crowd, sauntering over to one guy that waved a fancy garter in her direction. He made a motion indicating that he wanted to see some boobs, but Nyasa kept walking until she was right in his face, enjoying his confused and excited expression. Leaning her chest against his, she walked her fingers up his stomach, over chest, skimmed his jaw, leaned in just a bit closer… then snagged the garter from his limp fingers.
Blowing a kiss to the dazed male, Nyasa pulled the garter onto one of her bare legs and sauntered off, looking for more loot. She spied one girl in an especially flashy ensemble that looked like she belonged in a parade, that or had just escaped one.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 5:48 pm
Great Awakening? words (Enough)
Link
Opponents: Gianfar = And I thought Senshi attacks couldn't get any dirtier.
When Mica had walked into the “inner sanctum,” she had noticed the Golden Crystal, but hadn’t gone for it. Instead, she had fallen into what was becoming a pattern of sorts for her: circling the action, looking for the weak, then going in for the kill.
Well, metaphorically. Mica had killed her shared of thugs, druggies, and other street scum, but she had yet to actually kill a Senshi. At least, not as far as she knew. She had injured her fair share, and had Hephaistos from Quail-Eye’s Field, but this was a dream world. Such victories were not as fulfilling as they’d surely be in the real world.
Eventually Mica had spotted a tired Senshi and had leapt into the fray, raining several blows down upon the nameless girl. Caught unaware, the Senshi would’ve probably fallen to Mica if Mica hadn’t been caught by some stray attack and knocked away. Winded, Mica was trying to catch her breath as quickly as possible when he appeared.
Endymion, Prince of Earth; former Prince, anyway. He had appeared in all his glory to urge on the Senshi. He had even gone so far as to call the Senshi the “Soldiers and Protectors of Earth”! What a love-blind traitorous fool! He, the so-called Prince of Earth, had handed over the planet on a golden platter. Mica could rarely claim to be angry, but yes, Mica could now honestly say that she felt anger. Perhaps the loss of the Earth Kingdom had not been such a great loss after all, if it had been comprised of the likes of Endymion.
Seething and feeling urge to punch something, Mica lashed out at the nearest Senshi.
~*~
For a man with so much blood on his hands, the supposed Prince seemed like a wimp. So far Mica had seen him shot with an arrow and partially strangled by Tanzanite, and yet he hadn’t fought back. What sort of person didn’t fight back, if not to protect those dratted Senshi that were fighting for him, then at least in self-defense? Guilty conscious, maybe.
… and now he was trying to get that side character Princess killed. Maybe he was just nuts.
Not wanting to destroy her brain trying to figure out what the b*****d Prince was up to, Mica aimed a punch at a nearby Senshi – some fancy fop boy – and said, “ Some Prince you’ve got there. Real charmer.”
~*~
The frilly boy hadn’t responded to the taunt, which was somewhat disappointing. Instead, the boy Senshi seemed the most concerned about his hat of all things. Good to know what this Senshi’s priorities were; didn’t mean that Mica was going to drop the Prince subject though.
Speaking of, Tanzanite had gotten a hold of the Moon brat. Good for her.
“ Think your Prince at least has the balls to save her?” Taunted Mica with exaggerated sweetness, nodding her head in Chibimoon and Tanznite’s direction before aiming a kick at Gianfar.
~*~
Someone kicked her. Mica wasn’t sure who – there were people fighting everywhere, though no one that looked like a potential interloper – but someone had kicked her. It hurt too. Mica stumbled slightly, clutching her side, eyes darting around as she tried in vain to identify her attacker. Was there a Senshi of Invisibility? Mica wouldn’t be surprised.
“ No, they just sacrifice distant cousins.” She shot back. Mica wasn’t actually sure if Endymion and Chronos were related, but she figured it was a safe bet.
Raising an arm to ward off possible invisible Senshi, Mica whipped her cane at her opponent.
~*~
Mica saw that smirk. She saw it just in time for warning bells to go off in her head, but not for her to add two plus two, and certainly not enough time to change her action. All she had time to do was to realize that the dandy-boy had smirked and then her head exploded with pain.
Ow!
Gritting her teeth, Mica stood tense as she waited for the spots in her visions to clear. The pain didn’t help her reasoning abilities, but she finally got it. That Senshi’s magic was making her feel her own attacks. That was dirty, cheap and dirty. He could be the worst fighter in the world, but all he had to do was use his dirty magic and then sit there and live long enough for his opponent to beat themselves up.
No-good, rotten… “ Damn dirty magic.”
This was a fight Mica was no longer interested in. She wasn’t into self-harm, especially not when she was wasting time and energy that she could use beating up less annoying Senshi.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 7:50 pm
The First Party... Of Many!? words
Link Nyasa was not a gamer. Even when she was in school she had rarely ventured into arcades, but now that she was older, splitting her time between work and patrols… well, gaming certainly wasn’t a priority. Nevertheless, she figured it would be good to get to know her comrades a bit better, even if she had a suspicion that she would be slightly out of place.
Carrying her contribution – a plate of fried pickle slices – to the food table, Nyasa let her eyes slide over the inhabitants of the room, frowning as she realized how few people she recognized. The only one she recognized immediately was Genevieve, mostly because Nyasa had spent a good, long time staring at her while fixing her up.
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Nyasa wouldn’t deny that she felt a bit relieved when Suri arrived. That made for a total of two faces that she recognized. No, three. Ladon had been talking to some pink-eyed boy in a cowboy hat. Really, a cowboy hat? Whatever.
Turning to Suri, she shrugged her shoulder as she said,“ No problem. Go team and all that.”
What went unsaid is that Nyasa really didn’t mind. Both patients she had from the Negaverse thus far had both had to take their shirts off for various reasons – cuts, broken ribs – giving Nyasa a view that she had appreciated behind her professional attitude. After all, Nyasa had eyes and she was happy to say that they worked quite well.
She also appreciated the fact that her latest patient was legal. The jailbait… well, best not to continue that train of thought. Odd that she could kill so efficiently, but worried over little technicalities like age. A shrink would have a field day with her.
“ Healing up alright?” Nyasa asked neutrally, eyes flicking to Suri’s ribs. The other woman didn’t seem like the sort to do something stupid – like, say, overtax herself while healing – but Nyasa had some drugs of questionable legality to ensure patient compliance if necessary. And hey, since this was all under the table, she had no legal repercussions to worry about.
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Nyasa nodded approvingly as Suri demonstrated how she was recovering. She was grateful that the patients she had tended to thus far had enough sense to listen, because supplies didn’t grow on trees. As a matter of fact, she’d probably have to go acquire some more after the party.
And there was the jailbait. She was decidedly more cheerful when not all cut up. Nyasa couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not. Couldn’t overlook the fact that she had brought a load of what looked like homemade goodies though, which Nyasa would certainly sample before the night was through.
“ I’m not much a gamer, but that looks like something I might try.” She said, pointing at a DDR machine. It involved dancing, so that meant it should be tolerable.
Either oblivious to or overlooking Suri’s tension, Nyasa reached back and snagged one of the fried pickles she had brought, well, for herself really. If someone else happened to like them then that was just a bonus.
" Fried pickle?" She offered. Not ignoring then, just going for a diversionary tactic. " Best try them before they get soggy."
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 9:24 pm
Fish in a Barrel1,294 words
Link Lt. Mica meets Lt. Ilmenite; she is unimpressed.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 8:59 pm
Hands-On Training1,294 words
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