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 Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 3:31 pm
"Did I have to---what?" she spat. "Look, kid." She probably wasn't much older than the other Senshi, if older at all, but when she was angry and wasn't full-on cussing, she referred to others as 'kid.' She crossed her arms, pouted and ranted onwards. "I don't know what stupid training you went through, but when there's a threat you take extreme measures to make sure that threat is ******** dealt with. I'm sorry if I got some blood on you, ******** knows I'm not happy that I got it on myself, but I did what I have to to save your sorry a**."
Getting a bit carried away, she approached the girl forcefully and got all up in her grill, as intimidating as the five-foot-three Senshi could get.
"I'm the mother ******** Senshi of Burial. You have no idea how easy it is to make sure you meet an early grave. Don't test me, girl."
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 2:56 pm
Kid. Yeah right, more likely that Requiem was a kid! Circe deflected Requiem’s comment on her stupid training, shrugging her shoulders slightly. Truthfully, Circe had no training at all, only her instincts to guide her in what to do. Her instincts however, were firmly cemented in self-preservation. Circe believed in putting herself before anyone else, at any cost, and that included protecting her clothes. It was by far preferable to beat a youma with magic then a gory bloody bash to the head. In all honesty, Circe was more bothered by the blood on her clothes then Requiem’s ranting.
“I didn’t ask you to save my ‘a**’. If anything, you’re lucky I stepped in to save you.”
Circe snickered at Requiem’s senshi title. “Brute force might help sometimes, but if you keep going the way you’re going, you might end up buried instead. Injuring yourself, on a youma of all things, isn’t going to help anyone. Don’t you have magic to deal with these types of things?”
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 3:13 pm
Requiem laughed. Who the hell did this Senshi think she was? She applauded the girl's attitude, her laughter slowly evolving to a madwoman's cackle. It seemed almost uncontrollable until it stopped with a flat-toned: "Go ******** yourself."
"Requiem Coffin!" she then shouted and clapped her hands together. Although she knew better than to use her powers against another Senshi, she felt this was a permissible exception. This girl was being a b***h and Requiem did not have the patience for it. With her ability, Circe would be trapped in a coffin, a tight claustrophobic space of darkness with an overwhelming feeling of death.
With the girl trapped inside the coffin, Requiem stepped on top of it, crouched down and whispered a farewell before slowly exiting the theatre, feeling a bit proud of herself and only moderately disappointed that Monster Movie Night had become such a disaster.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 3:23 pm
That was the last thing Circe would have expected. One minute, she was standing in the theater and the next minute she was alone in a dark box. It wouldn’t have been so bad without the overwhelming feeling of being buried alive, mixed with her own power’s leftover ‘caffeine rush’. Circe pounded against the coffin’s lid, furiously beating at it. But it would not release her until she had learned her lesson somewhat. By the time the magic coffin spit her out and disappeared, Circe found herself trying to punch the air of an empty theater.
Powering down, the redhead Morgan walked home, cautiously looking over her shoulder. Unable to face sleeping in the dark alone, she called up a ‘friend’ to keep her company that night.
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