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 Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 7:34 pm
While Orion wasn't moving, that didn't mean he wasn't paying attention. He could hear them talking about him like he wasn't really there. He didn't mind that so much though, maybe they would forget he was there.
No such luck for the Senshi of Meteors. It was as he was starting to slowly push himself up that he heard Ilmenite's words. "Pssssh," He shook his head which was a very bad idea. "You were killing that lady, Negadude" Finally with an intense look of concentration he managed to get himself to his feet, but he was still swaying dangerously.
Finally Orion noticed the duct tape. Oh, ********. Even drunk Orion had a feeling that things weren't going to end well for him, not when duct tape was involved and he was out numbered.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 7:45 pm
Killing that lady ? She finally took in the area fully, and sure enough, there was a passed out lady further back. She frowned a bit, but it was more out of memory of what happened to her brother the night before than disapproval. At least this wasn't anyone she knew - that would have been the cherry to the god damn sundae right there.
But at least, this proved to be amazing distraction. "I dunno." She pouted, trying to look as cute and innocent as possible. "She looks fine to me..." She might have said that she too cute to die, but that would have been a lie - the girl wasn't her type at all. "Might be the alchool getting to you, no ? She'll wake up soon enough."
"Before that, through....~" Oh, the fun. She stood on the tip of her toes, trying to get as close to Ilmenite's ear so she could whisper. Really, why was everyone else so tall ? This was rather unfair.
"So, are we rolling him, or taping him to the wall ? Or... both ?" Oh, Fluorite knew her youtube videos. And her college pranks. Both seemed like overkill... Would they even have enough tape ?
...Well, this was magical tape.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 8:05 pm
Ilmenite's annoyance rose again at the accusation, and a sharp protest that seriously he'd had no intent to slaughter anyone was swallowed quickly as the girl stood up for him. Nice of her, He wondered absently if he'd met her somewhere, at some point...
At her whisper, he tilted his head, watching Orion and considering the question with an exaggerated care, perhaps. After a moment, he stepped in and reached out to little a hand solidly in the center of Orion's chest and give him a shove. Off-balance as the senshi was, Ilmenite very much expected him to tumble over at the touch.
"...can we do both?" Ilmenite, at least, didn't try to keep his voice down.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 8:27 pm
Orion didn't quite believe the girl about the lady. He wasn't that drunk after all. Or was he? He started to shake his head, but then stopped himself remembering how badly that ended the first time.
When she started whispering, he got nervous. Maybe it was time for him to start getting out of there. He tried to back up, but he wasn't moving very fast. Walking backwards was hard when you were inebriated. It didn't help any when someone else pushed you.
It was Ilmenite's push that had him falling back on his a**. "Umph!" He winced as he hit the ground, it wasn't very soft after all. Now would have been the time that Orion called up his best friend for some backup, but said best friend was probably pissed at him, so he didn't think that would do much good. There was one thing he could do though.
He pointed at the two calling out his sailor level attack. "Meteor Rain!" Hopefully his aim was good and the meteors would come down on the Negas, but since he was drunk there was a good chance he was going to miss.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 8:37 pm
Oh, s**t.
OH, s**t.
Okay, having a senshi running at impossible speeds toward you was scary as hell.
"Watch it !"
Having a senshi chuck god damn meteors at you was another thing altogether - Fluorite darted on reflex, and while some of them did miss, she wasn't able to to escape the area completely, not in time. One of them hit her arm, and she hissed, free hand going to her upper arm in reflex.
God damn, it burned ! Orion had been off, but not off enough for Fluorite's taste.
"I hope you have a lot more than that where it comes from, partner." The purple-haired girl hissed though clenched teeth. God damn it this burned like a b***h ! Not that Fluorite was used to getting burned. "Because we are going to town."
That meant they were doing both, of course.
Well, now Fluorite was pissed off. When the meterors had stopped coming down, she sidestepped the remains and caught him by the collar, and if she had the chance, she would slam him against the wall as hard she could manage, doing her best to ignore the burn on the exposed skin of her arm.
It wasn't much, being that she was a lieutenant, and tiny to boot, but it might be enough to daze him long enough some tape around him. The alchool might play in their favor here. Hopefully with his arms duct taped he wouldn't be able to call down more meteors on them.
Seriously. She had a playing card, and they got <******** meteors ?!
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 9:17 pm
Fluo got a glancing meteor blow. Ilmenite, head tipped down to tug on his duct tape, missed the stop of the rain. Two struck him solidly: a blow to the chest that knocked the breath out of him, and one against the leg that just about knocked him down, left him staggering and jumping on the other foot, yelping in surprised pain. Fluorite could play big man and take care of Orion. He'd clutch after his duct tape, pat at burning chest, and gulp for breath for a while.
When he looked up, she had taken control of the situation, it seemed. Ilmenite blinked, still breathing sharply, uncomfortably, and limping when he tried to walk. He really didn't like super senshi, he'd decided. They were too much stronger.
Agreement on the ******** meteors.
He tore off his piece of duct tape and stepped in as quickly as he could, going for the mouth. He'd figured out that if they couldn't talk, they couldn't do magic. "I only wish we could get it against skin."
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 10:39 pm
When he saw that at least some his meteors hit, Orion couldn't help but grin. His victory was short lived though, because before too long the little girl had grabbed him and his drunken state he didn't have the coordination to push her off him before he was slammed into a wall. It didn't hurt as much as knock him a bit cuckoo, his head ringing.
Groaning he weakly tried to push her away, but since he was seeing three of her that was a difficult task. He ended up just ineffectually flailing with his arms. As busy as he was trying to get Flourite off him he didn't even see Ilmenite coming before it was too late.
With the tape over his mouth he started to flail more, but the movement was just making his head spin more. He went limp, defeated for a moment. That was until he heard the boy talking about getting it on skin. What the hell?! Orion was suddenly glad that he was covered in layers and long sleeves.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 1:02 pm
With Ilmenite stepping in, Fluorite was able to step back and take account for her own injuries - her upper arm was a rather unattractive shade of red. It didn't look like anything would scar - would these heal as quickly as the bruises that Denebola had given her did ? Fluorite hadn't yet truly realized that she was healing faster than she used to.
But damn, the contact of the burn with air was the worst. No time to worry about it, though - the white-haired boy had taken two direct hits, and was limping to boot, which clearly worried her. Whoever said that the negaverse didn't care for each other was false, at least very clearly so as far as Fluorite was concerned. Better get this done well and good and get the hell out of here, and make sure it was just pain and nothing else that had Ilmenite limping.
"Well, im not undressing him. Totally not my type here." Fluorite made a face, then reached out to pull Orion's hands back to allow Ilmenite to tape them together. Keeping him from talking was well and good, but she didn't feel like having either of them getting punched.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 3:58 pm
"Too much work anyway." Ilmenite made a face at the little nega, rubbed at his chest again [wincing as he did, damn, that was going to hurt once the adrenaline wore off] and then set to trussing Orion's arms together. Not just a strip across his wrists, but a slow bundling, wrist to elbow, and a flash of a grin as he patted the end into place.
"This'll work. Maybe we could get him off the ground..." Dark eyes lifted to the alley wall, rough and dirty, considering the potential for classic-college-style pranks, long strips of tape that would suspend Orion with his feet dangling. He was still grinning helplessly to himself when he stooped, crouched, and then dropped down to sit so that he could work the same magic ankle to knee.
"And we should check out what she - " A nod toward the girl, and a disparaging note to his tone of voice, " - has in her purse."
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 4:09 pm
Orion had pretty much given up when the duct tape was put over his mouth. He was drunk, and starting to get tired, and it wasn't exactly like he could call down anymore meteors with his mouth duct taped shut. He just sighed through his nose as his arms were bound with duct tape. Were they going to kidnap him? He hoped not, he didn't think any good would come of that.
He followed Ilmenite's gaze towards the wall, he really didn't want to be tapped against it. It was grungy, not that he wasn't grungy already. He was definitely going to need a hot shower when he got home. Silver eyes looked away from the wall to the Lieutenant binding his legs.He could attempt to kick out at him, but no he was too fast, his legs bound before he could think to move them.
There was another nose sigh as the purse was mentioned. Yeah, this was definitely not going to end well. He wanted to tell them just to hurry up and do it already, but he couldn't exactly make words at the moment.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 4:16 pm
"...That'll be more your specialty, I think." No s**t. Fluorite didn't look like she could even lift him off if she tried, and even if she could have, well... She really couldn't lift him high enough for the effort to be worth it.
Unless she took him on a magical wildride. She seemed to be considering it for a moment... but then decided it just wasn't worth it, and went to retieve the purse instead. Hey, the girl just had to be smarter ! Fluorite hadn't stolen from her victims yet, but what could having a look hurt ?
A strong wiff came to her when she opened it, and she coughed. "Ugh... shitty perfume." Perfume in general wasn't high on the list of likes, but there was nothing worse than shitty perfume that stank up a mile in radius. "Shitty makeup..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 8:10 pm
His specialty? Tying up men? Ilmenite thought about that for a moment and then shrugged something like agreement. He had experience, at least a little bit...and he, at least, was tall enough to lift Orion off of his feet, flashing him a bright grin as he set to tearing off long strips of tape from his roll.
"I'd apologize for this, but honestly, I'm not sorry at all." There was a laughing edge to his tone, head shaken as the first pieces went across Orion's chest. As soon as they were lodged in place, it was much easier to get the rest in: stomach, shoulders, legs...only the stiffness in his shoulder slowed him down.
The word makeup caught his attention, and turned Ilmenite's head to blink back at Fluorite. "...oh. Oh god, bring that over, would you? And grab the pack of cigarettes on the ground there..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 8:30 pm
When he was picked up Orion did the only thing he could think of; make himself dead weight. Even with that Ilmenite was still able to get him up and duct tape him to the wall. He was really glad there weren't any cameras around, or at least he really hoped there weren't.
He just rolled his eyes at the Lieutenant's words. He'd remember this (hopefully), he'd remember and get them both back when he wasn't inebriated and taped up. He slumped against the wall, only the duct tape holding him up. He may not be fighting, but he didn't want to make it completely easy on them.
When makeup was mentioned his eyes widened. Oh s**t. He didn't like the sound of that at all.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 4:05 pm
It didn't dawn on her immediately why Ilmenite got excited at the mention of shitty makeup. It was, after all, shitty, even if he was in that kinda thing. (Hey, Fluorite didn't judge.)
When she did, though...
Oh, when she finally did. Now that was cruel and unusual punishment. She liked this, and so gladly complied, smokes and all.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 4:35 pm
He took the cigarettes, grinning helplessly down at her and then gesturing up at Orion and -- and, well, hesitating. He'd trussed the senshi up a bit high, and the other lieutenant was rather small, and...he should have thought this through a bit better.
"I, uh." Ilmenite hesitated, his expression slipping. "Gotta admit, I don't actually know how to use all that s**t. So how about I give you a boost...?"
The assumption being, clearly, that girls knew how to use make up. All of them.
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