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 Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 10:36 pm
"Ok, then what does The Force call you guys? Super heroes? Or" she said, glancing backward "Super villains? And you guys look pretty young to be having super powers..How'd ya get them?" Castille's curiosity was peaking slowly, along with what some people might call envy. Castille herself was a fan of science fiction books, and always secretly wondered what it would be like to have magic powers.
Apparently it wasn't as far fetched as she thought.
She struggled a little more, her arm going numb and realizing that it wasn't working, she placed her balance on her right leg, striking out behind her with her left.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 7:56 pm
"You know," Painite said, looking from her hostage to the Senshi and then back again, "this whole kidnapping has gotten awfully chatty, don't you think? Maybe we could cut back on the chitchat, and focus on the situation at hand, hm?"
She was quiet for a short moment, which felt like an eternity to her, then just had to answer Pomona's last question.
"The Tango, you said? I would love to know why you're asking. And you're one to talk about funny outfits!" She couldn't hold it in, even though she had just chastised them for the chattering. She was the bad guy: she could talk, she was the one in control! Wasn't she?
Yes, she was pretty sure she was. She had the metaphorical 'higher ground'.
And then she was kicked!
"OUCH," she yelped, instinctively releasing Castille with one hand, but trying to at least hold on to her with the other. It was, however, a pretty good distraction.
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 8:30 pm
Pomona liked talking. She was chatty. There was no Senshi of Chatting, but Pomona was trying real hard to make up for that. ‘sides, she’d come to learn that this Nega, whoever she was, was also fairly chatty and easily distracted.
Pomona had also closed the gap, and saw an opening when the Nega partially released her hostage.
“ I asked because we’re going to dance. Pomona Pepper Poppers!”
Pomona put one pepper in one hand, which she used to slap at the Nega’s free arm, and two in the other, which she tried to slap onto the Nega’s chest. In order to not drop the peppers, the blows wouldn’t have much force behind them, but it would still pop the magic peppers if they made contact.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 9:29 am
It actually worked!
Sortof.
The girl released one of her arms, and she yanked at the other one desperately. The other girl -I rguess the good one- was close enough to reach out and strike with something while shouting a phrase she had never heard before. Castille tried to swing her body sideways both to avoid what she then recognized as a really big pepper of some kind, and the attempt to wrench her other arm out.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 12:28 pm
"Ugh, you are a terrible dancer!" Painite yelped, flailing her arms and trying to rid herself of the peppers the moment she felt them hit her. Of course, as soon as they did they seemed to burst and she was even more solidly convinced that this senshi knew nothing of dancing.
Damn it, she cursed inwardly, stepping back from her former hostage and the senshi, growling and letting adrenaline course through her. She had to stay focused, now that her plan had been turned upside down.
Improv time.
She swung Mr. Saddles in front of her, holding him with both hands on the wooden stick. She kept it up, like a guard, watching the senshi intently.
"You want to dance, huh?" she asked, wincing, then charging forward and thrusting Mr. Saddles forward like a sword, bottom first, imagining that a wooden pole would hurt a lot more than a plush horse head, particularly if it was stabbed rather than swung.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 4:49 pm
And the civilian was free; one point to Pomona.
“ I don’t want to just dance, I’m gonna kick it up a notch!” A silly battle cry, but fitting.
As she spoke, Pomona made discrete shooing motions towards the girl. Things looked like they might be going Pomona’s way, so the last thing she needed was for the girl to be taken hostage again. If she could just get the Nega to leave, life would be good. Sadly her attack hadn’t seemed nearly as effective against her as Rhodizite, or even the Shorty. That meant good ol’ leg power was needed.
Raising one arm in front of her as a fleshy shield, she pointed her toe and kicked at the Nega’s knee. Not exactly a killing move, but Pomona didn’t want to kill, she just wanted the Nega to go away.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 2:50 pm
She gasped, and smelt the strong scent of peppers, followed by a slight burning in her nose and throat. She coughed, staggering away from the fighting. She made it a few steps back out of the alley, and stared, mouth agape at the fight ensuing.
Was she really going to fight with a horse toy?
And was she really fighting back with peppers?
Castille watched for another moment before she remembered the familiar weight around her neck. Of coarse!
Her camera.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 4:50 pm
"Did you just pull an Emeril Lagasse on me?!" Painite yelped back, shaking her head. It occurred to her very quickly that she did not want to mess with exploding peppers, or Senshi.
She wobbled, but did her best 'that didn't hurt' impression. Secretly, she wanted to run away and jump in some ice cream, or something. Ice cream was good for peppers, wasn't it? Probably not directly on the body, of course, but that was hardly the point.
Oh, God, the Senshi was coming at her.
"Ow!" She yelped, swinging Mr. Saddles in an effort to get some pay back for that hit. She aimed his wood end at her, but she was already retreating. Plan backfired, and she was not trained enough yet to think she had a chance to beat the Senshi in a fight. No, she had to retreat, rethink, and find her again later, when she, Painite, could have the upper hand.
She fled after she swung Mr. Saddles one more time, aiming for the Senshi's head. Then she beat a hasty retreat, climbing over some trash cans and trying to hop the fence.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 9:46 pm
And Pomona was whacked on the head with the stick of a toy horse. Ow. When the Nega finally fled, Pomona didn’t bother to give chase. She just stood there, rubbing her head and making sure that the Nega was actually leaving, not merely trying to trick her. Once she was convinced the Nega was actually leaving, she turned to check on the civilian.
“ I’m sorry I hit you, but the effects shouldn’t last long. Are you alright?”
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 10:04 pm
CLICK
Pamona was met with a quick flash and the sound of a shutter.
Castille lowered the camera, grinning foolishly. "Wow." she said, gaping at Pomona. "I'm not really sure what the hell just happened, but it was amazing! How did you get your powers?!" She raised the camera again, focusing not on Pamona's head this time, but her sparkly outfit. She then made a quick adjustment with a couple knobs and turned the lens to catch the retreating Painite.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 6:21 pm
Painite was already gone, using what speed and 'grace' she could to get over the fence and hurry off into the darkness, sheltering what was left of her pride as she limped away from the fight. She had to go home, lick her wounds, and think up a new plan.
But she was not going to forget this. She was not going to forgive it! That senshi and her peppers of death were not going to get away with this.
Next time they met, Painite would make sure to plan things better. She would make sure, at the very least, that no damn exploding peppers got on her. Maybe figure out a way to give Pomona a taste of her own medicine! Next time!
But for now, she had to retreat, tail between her legs.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 9:42 pm
Pomona had expected several things after rescuing the civilian, but she had not expected to turn and be created by the click and flash of a camera.
“ Whoa!” she threw her hands up, startled, but not fast enough to cover anything. Realizing it was fairly pointless – magic meant no one would be able to identify her – she lowered her hands and gave the other girl a rather mild glare. “ What is this, Candid Camera?”
The Nega was gone. Normally Pomona would leave right about now, but the girl’s questions stopped her.
“ How’d I get them? I was sorta born with them, I think. I'm not sure." She shugged,“ It’s magic, but I don’t think just anyone can get them.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 11:36 pm
She grinned again, "Sorry'
She lowered the camera at the mention of magic. "Magic? Like Las Vegas, make-animals-disappear magic? Or like Harry Potter, secret school and wands magic?" Her mind spun with questions with one sparking interest.
"Born with them? How did you find out?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 1:05 am
“ Like Harry Potter magic, but not as cool. Each of us have a different spell – power – specific to us, but some of them are downright silly. You saw mine.”
In order to take some of the weight off her feet, she leaned against a wall, her butt bow making for an uncomfortable lump.
“ It’s kinda like a… well, a dormant trait. If circumstances are right, it activates.”
Pomona didn’t say that by “circumstances” she meant that a talking cat had to give you a magic pen. No, she figured some things were best left untold, especially to a civilian that might potentially get corrupted into the Negaverse. Heck, this civilian might already be in the Negaverse; there was an alarming thought. So far it was nothing but harmless questions, but Pomona wasn’t going to give out any important information, just in case.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 10:27 pm
Castille sighed, and closed her eyes, thinking of the possibility of having powers. Did they lay dormant within her too?
"How did you find out you had it? Did you like, I don't know, read a book? Or did someone appear and say -Hey, guess what? You have superpowers!-" Her camera lay forgotten around her neck, and she made no move to bring it upward again. The thought of all of that is supernatural left her frozen.
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