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 Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 6:43 pm
No...NO it was looking past her, it was looking at HIM and that was well beyond unacceptable. She stabbed her finger harder than she intended on her pin to draw out the blood she needed for her whip and Lashed it out with a familiar phrase that seemed to stagger on her tongue. She felt more self conscious with him there, but she had to..she had to kill it. What must he think of her civilian self??
Of course... of COURSE... "Go!" She called to him "Get to cover!! You're lady is fine I made sure of it!" She called. Now she just had to make sure she STAYED fine. Perhaps as Ume again she could imply she might have called 'herself' so long as he didn't see upset by the idea of 'terrorists' fighting on their date.
Oh what would she ever do if...
Well she couldn't be distracted long. She snapped her blood ribbons at the monster and weighed out the benefits of trying to stab it with her hair pins.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 7:26 pm
...This girl knew Ume ? At least she seemed to. He... He had to believe she was right, that wherever Ume was, she was safe.
It wasn't like he could go fight this thing, after all. So he continued, more carefully, until he was ducked behind the counter, as far from the monster as possible, through he couldn't help but peek from the side of the counter at the ongoing fight. Even when terrified, a bit of his curiosity did shine through.
Valhalla used a compass. Themis used sound. This one... used blood ? Did that make her like Themis ? A... Sailor rather than a page ? So confusing.
Oddly, the whole blood aspect didn't seem to gross him out.
The ribbons had much more effect on the youma than her needles had - it roared in pain, and tried to lash out at her, the civilian completely forgotten.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 4:38 am
She made a rather undignified squeak as she jerked backwards away from it lashing out, it snagged at the fan of her skirt tearing fabric and some shallow gashes high on her leg. She cursed them soundly and prayed they didn't bleed too much, what would she say if they showed under her civilian clothes, or worse, kept bleeding.
For now though at least it was blood she could use to fight. The whip snapped again as she lashed the ribbons out at the creature trying to drive it back, one hand drifted back and pulled one of her hair pins free. If she got the chance...
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 5:37 pm
That seemed to work well enough - the youma stumbled back, snarling in pain as black... stuff started oozing out of it's body. Blood, perhaps.
This was like a train wreck - Daniel couldn't stop looking, eye wide at the senshi's wounds. That had to hurt, and yet she was still there, looking none worse the wear for it.
The monster was over it's own pain now, and went charging again - golden eyes traveled to his surrounding - a fallen cup here...
Hmm.
He sent that cup rolling toward the impromptu battlefield, and the monster stepped right on it - and stumbled.
There was her chance.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 5:43 pm
She darted forward, half a stumble as she put more weight onto her bloodied leg, just a twinge, the scrapes weren't so bad...not truly. but she kept on. She slammed the Pin's home into the soft orbs of its eyes, the feeling was indescribably awful. She thought she might be sick as they sank deeper and then the shaft of one snapped, the splinters of it abrading her palm as she yanked her hand back in shock.
"Please let it be dead...please let it be dead...." She said without even realizing she was speaking.
She could hurt when it was dead... not before.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 6:33 pm
The monster didn't have much of a chance - it screamed out in pain, tried to lash out, but it wasn't doing much - all the wounds were finally getting to it, and then it finally poofed into a cloud of dust.
Daniel peeked out more fully out of his hiding place then. The monster was... gone. Dust, like all the others. Carefully, he stood again, and walked carefully toward MuCephei. "Are you... going to be alright ?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 6:57 pm
"Daniel!" She said in surprise as she turned, she had hoped he might have run, might have gone somewhere safer but no...
No now she was caught with having called him his real name. Caught with scratches bleeding down her leg and a bloodied hand that even...pavement couldn't explain away, not with the splinters.
She had a choice...here and now... a deep risk that took more trust than she could sanely say he had earned in such a short time...and yet...
"....D...Daniel... theirs... something I need to tell you."
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 7:12 pm
...His name ? How did she know his name ? Had she met him before ? The questions bounced in his head, but yet he looked at her, speechless for a moment, unable to comprehend what would, in retrospect, feel completely obvious.
Fuzzy memories came forth again, the sight of blood red eyes and ebony hair right before his consciousness left him. There was little he remembered of that night - not even what his agressor had truly looked like - but that one image had burned into his memories.
"You.. were the one that brought me home." He said, softly, "...You need medical attention..."
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 7:19 pm
"it's... just a scratch." She said tugging at her tattered hem. It did little to help, it was immodest In those moments she hated it. "May we.... go somewhere quiet and talk?" She asked almost a whisper.
She almost reached a hand to touch his arm and winced to realize there were still splinters of her hair pin buried in her palm. "I... I need to change out of this uniform, I can't do that here." She said to encourage him
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 7:29 pm
"...Doesn't look this way to me..." Funny how in his worry, he didn't seem to notice how unusually upfront he was being. Perhaps there was another whole aspect of him that was hiding, usually smothered by his awkwardness.
"I can... Take you somewhere." His apartment. His apartment would work. Yes, he was taking what Destiny City called a terrorist, but when said 'terrorist' had just saved your life...
Well, his best friend being one had certainly forced him to look deeper, anyway. He moved to support her, lowering himself to let her put one arm over his shoulders. "It's not too far from here..."
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