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 Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 9:10 pm
Page? He wasn't quite sure what that meant - was she a special kind of Senshi? Or was she really something else entirely? Osumilite had a feeling that he wouldn't get a straight answer from the girl; she seemed to have given up all the information she was willing to give. He would have to ask one of the Generals about it later. He would want all the information he could gather.
"See, was that so hard?" Osumilite asked mockingly. "There's no reason to be so difficult. To reward you for your compliance, I'm going to give you a ten second head start to start running before I chase after you. Are you ready?"
"Ten. Nine. Eight..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 11:35 pm
This chance would likely not be presented to her again, Avalon thought; a ten-second head start she was going to extend by brute force, since she had to. She clenched her apple in her hand, the heat of her own blood carving down the back of her palm, between her knuckles and into the white bandaging.
When he started to count, she punched him in the stomach as hard as she could and danced back. "Not hard at all," she said, and she turned on her heel to dash away. Hopefully she'd be able to get out of sight and out of her uniform before Osumilite could catch up!
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 7:04 pm
"...Four. Thr--"
"---UMPH!" he flinched as Avalon punched him the gut. He keeled over after the blow, eyes squinted. Between the punch and getting slammed by the apple earlier, he knew that he was going to bruise in the morning. He would have ended the countdown right then and chased after her, but by the time he looked back up she was gone and he had lost her trace.
"Damn," he muttered. They would meet again, he felt, and then he wouldn't be so nice to give her a chance to run.
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