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 Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 7:51 pm
Vin edged to one side slightly, keeping his fists up and ready, but starting to let his guard slip slightly; the other guy really did not look like he was in good shape to fight right this very second, wobbling like that.
As for the why of it, well... "Because I am Sailor Vindemiatrix, and someone has to bottle up you bad spirits!"
The Negaverse agent brought his fists up again as well, and the Senshi of Wine waited to see what he would do. Perhaps not the best plan, but it was a plan.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 8:37 pm
"...my God, I think that's even worse than some of the pick-up lines I've heard..." Ilmenite's resolve melted some in the face of that comment. He just had a really, really hard time taking it seriously, acknowledging that this was a real fight, that he should be hitting some kid who cracked puns in the face of a battle.
He kept his hands up, though, setting his feet and struggling to stabilize. "Buzz is nice, but, um. Go home, man..."
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 3:34 pm
This one had to be punished, though. Vindemiatrix had no idea yet really of the scope of the battle he had been brought into, but right now, he could not let this one little fight go unfought.
Punching a drunk guy out seemed really lame, but that feeling of darkness from his foe was really getting unnerving. Sailor Vin would be doing the right thing. It was just awfully hard to have to start a swing at a bleary-eyed face like that.
"Can't go home yet," he grumbled, darting forward and swinging a punch towards Ilmenite's face. Maybe knock him out in one hit here, and just leave. Problem solved, right? Justice served. Vin shut his eyes, not quite wanting to see himself hit the guy.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 5:19 pm
Maybe if he'd kept his eyes open, Vin would have hit the target: drunkenly swaying as he was, it should have been easy to collide. But with the added problems associated with not being able to see his target, that punch swung wide: Ilmenite stepping carefully out of the way, wobbling, and smacking the kid roughly upside the head in retaliation.
It was a sorry kind of fighting, an open handed slap as opposed to a proper punch, meant more to embarrass -- and respond -- than to actually do damage. Ilmenite was still new to this. He didn't quite have the guts to actually hurt anyone, just yet...
"Come on, man." He followed up with another swing, aiming to knock Vin over -- but his aim was off, somewhat out of focus.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 6:10 pm
Lesson learned, Vin decided as his opponent slapped him. Maybe he deserved that.
Ilmenite's second swing met with some success since the senshi was already a little off-balance from the slap upside the head, but it was not quite strong enough. Vindemiatrix stumbled back but did not fall. Aiming to retaliate, he slapped back at the Negaverser, hoping he was still within arm's reach. At least they would both agree that this was a little pathetic. But it would be over as soon as the other guy gave up or passed out.
Still feeling bad about socking a drunk, the Senshi of Wine then moved closer to try another punch. He would keep his eyes open this time.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 8:18 pm
Instead of stepping back, Ilmenite stepped inward -- taking the punch against his shoulder with a frustrated hiss before he moved to wrap his own arms in around Vindemiatrix. He knew this move, though usually from the receiving end of things: usually used in the confines of a club, a drunken grab that was surprisingly hard to wriggle out of. Assuming that he could catch Vin in the wide circle of his arms.
And, of course, it wouldn't restrain his legs.
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 9:20 pm
It was hard to get out of, especially since Vindemiatrix had not been expecting the other guy to come closer at all. It defied logic, moving into a punch like that, so he thought, but as soon as Ilmenite's arms were around him, the green senshi realized the benefits of doing so.
"s**t," he grumbled, starting to struggle away. At least Vindemiatrix was still standing, for the moment; as this realization sunk in, he started stomping his feet, hoping to mash one of his adversary's feet. He was kind of too close for Vin to really get a good kick in....
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Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2011 9:27 pm
Ilmenite bit down on a curse as Vin's foot came down on his own toes, and retaliated by hauling enough to lift him off the ground, sending them both off-balance and stumbling, chin colliding roughly with the back of the senshi's head.
In this moment, Ilmenite realized that he didn't know much about fighting. And maybe, just maybe, he should learn about that.
But he only had a moment to think about it, because then the pair of them were sent off balance by his fumbling and tumbled sideways. If Ilmenite had let go, maybe Vindemiatrix could have recovered his feet, but instead he clung. Like a starfish. Desperate. Either Vin would break his fall, or Ilmenite would serve as a very awkward, bony kind of cushioning.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 1:36 pm
Being short and compact was good for dancing, in general, but it seemed to be less than ideal for fighting someone this guy's size. Vin met with success in stomping on his opponent's foot, but then the next thing he knew, he was getting picked up. Kind of awkwardly.
The Senshi of Wine was feeling his own inexperience glaring, too, and struggled about in a rather ill-informed way, just wanting the other guy to put him down. It was hard, without the ground for leverage or anything.
Then his drunken adversary stumbled, and he noted that they were off balance enough to fall. Vindemiatrix squirmed to try to make his own landing as comfortable as possible, but it was quite difficult with someone holding his arms down like this.
Then he decided to try something else.
"Standard's Grip of the Grape!" he called out again, a second glass of wine appearing awkwardly gripped between his fingertips. Now if he could just get enough leverage with one arm to fling it onto the other guy, or at least spill it on him as they hit the ground, the senshi hoped he would at least be able to get away.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 5:03 pm
Vin's wiggling and shifting got him something, at least. Instead of landing under what was essentially a bag of elbows, he landed on top of Ilmenite, knocking the wind out of the lieutenant with the force of the fall, leaving him gulping and gasping and fumbling for his duct tape as if that might somehow help the situation.
And then the wine tipped out of his hand.
The force of the fall knocked it everywhere: splashing on Ilmenite's chest and next, yes, but also splashing back onto Vin's own hands and arms, splattering burgundy against the white parts of his uniform, staining them both with the grape.
Ilmenite made a noise as they settled, finally regaining enough air to cough and clear his throat, and a hand settling around Vin's waist in an absently familiar manner. He had been in this position before, and...and even drunker now, he offered a lazy flash of a smile up at the senshi as he relaxed.
"...well. This could be worse, I guess. Be better if you shifted your knee out of my stomach, though..." God help him, but that sounded like flirting.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 6:13 pm
The other guy was even lumpier than he looked, Vin discovered as he landed rather uncomfortably on top of him. The pain mysteriously faded as the wine, jostled from his hand, spilled all over the both of them. The boy raised his hand and just sort of watched the drops fall from his arm onto the pavement, blinking a little as his muscles relaxed as well.
Aah, but right, he was still engaged in deadly combat with this guy. Who now seemed to be hugging him. And also complaining.
"Let me go and I'll move my knee," he mumbled, squirming a little. The flirting appeared to be lost in Vin for the moment... though to be fair, he had not gotten as much wine as the lieutenant had.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 7:01 pm
They were actually engaged in not-so-deadly combat. Which was probably a good thing, now that they were both drunk. Or tipsy, at least. Drunken death matches were a recipe for damaged property.
"Ah, but move it where?" He loosened his grip, yes, but didn't quite let go -- his crooked smile growing into a too-wide grin up at Vin. He didn't try to get up, or to wriggle out from under the senshi, to escape or go after blows. Lost track of what he was doing.
"If it's going to go in my face, I'm definitely not interested." A little shift, trying to settle them more comfortably, and he cleared his throat.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 11:43 am
"Away from you," Vin mumbled, as though it took a bit more thought than usual to form the words. There was something sort of intriguing about how this other guy looked, now that the dark-haired boy was forced to really get a good look at him, but the stink of cigarettes from his clothes still decidedly turned him off. Vin squinted at him a little as he struggled further to try to get away. He really wanted to relax, but this seemed like a bad time; had to get away from the bad guy, first.
"If I promise not to stick my knee in your face, will you let me go?" Bargain with the villain! He could keep that promise, but find other places to hit him with that knee!
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 12:34 pm
For a moment, it looked like Ilmenite was considering that deal; fidgeting under the younger man again, his head tipped and eyes narrowed a little, expression comically serious and still very, very drunk. Then, decisive, he shook his head -- and in a less-than-graceful motion, flipped them over so that Vin was pinned to the asphalt.
He'd meant to be gentle, didn't really mean to hurt the kid, but his control wasn't at its greatest and the new-found Nega strength was still new and unexpected. It was probably much harder than he intended.
"...as fun as this could be..." The words slurred only a little. Ilmenite got drunk enough to have some sense of how to balance himself out, had higher tolerance than someone his weight should have. There was abruptly a roll of duct tape in his hands, and he grinned down at Vin as he ripped out a long stretch of it.
"...I think you'll have to wait for another chance."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 11:16 am
Vin grunted uncomfortably as his opponent flipped him; perhaps it was just as well that he was a little tipsy from his own wine, as part of his mind half-wondered if that was supposed to have hurt more.
"Hey, get off," he protested, struggling with a bit more urgency, if not necessarily more coordination. The other guy was pretty strong, though, and bigger, so squirming did not really seem to do much. Well, maybe scrape his elbows more. But nothing helpful.
His eyes widened at the sight of the roll of duct tape, though, and as he realized what was probably about to happen, started kicking.
"No, fight me like a man!" Vin insisted. "I won't let you do this, coward!"
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