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 Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 11:13 pm
Once she had floored the boy, the princess wandered about the boy, careful to not step on top of him, but going around him until she was at his head. She leaned down, curling her fingers into his hair, her relatively lacking nails almost seeming to dig into his scalp as she latched onto his raven locks.
She was still smiling at him as he went about seeming to grasp to any reason why he shouldn't share his name. Pulling his head up roughly, she leaned in ridiculously close. Let this boy feel her words as she seemed to breathe them into his face!
"...I'd like to think that you had at least half a brain to figure out my name since I have to call it out whenever I attack. However, if you couldn't figure it out by now, it's Iris. And now... it's time for you to start seeing some new colors, Captain..."
In a nearly ruthless manner, the blonde then thrust the boy's head against the ground with plenty of force. Not enough to kill him, but plenty to let him experience the "new colors" she had spoke of. She only did such one time before she lifted his head up again.
"...let me know when you feel like sharing your name..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 11:31 pm
He thought about retorting wittily but his head was still spinning from the impact with the ground. He had long since learned her name, taunted her with it in the past even. He hadn't spent over a month gathering information on the senshi for nothing, he would have been a failure if he couldn't even learn her name. "I already knew that," he spat weakly reaching for her ankle. His hand didn't even reach beneath the dress before she had grabbed him by the hair.
It was as though he had braced himself for the impact that was to come. His eyes squeezed shut as she ruthlessly slammed his head down into the ground. He clenched his teeth together so tightly to keep himself from crying out in pain. Pain exploded through his head and he could swear that red overtook his vision. He could swear he saw stars.
He was sure that there was likely to be blood coming from the back of his head from the faint feeling of stickiness. He reached for her wrist with both hands, attempting to break free of her grip but his tugs were weak. His body caving from the poor care he had given it, shutting down from being overworked and malnourished. Still his will burned brightly as he began to thrash on the ground, twisting and turning even attempting to kick at her face. She was close to him, he hoped he could do some damage against her.
He refused to go down without some sort of fight, as weak as the attempt would be.
"Why...do...you...care?" He wheezed.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 12:05 am
"I already told you why..."
The hand of hers which had been glowing released the hold it had on the rainbow, dismissing it completely. When he attempted to lunge at her face with his legs, that arm blocked the hit. Then she allow her hand to wander to touch one of his hands.
"I could keep going if you'd like... but it looks like you couldn't handle much more to be quite honest. You'll kill yourself at this rate."
Her fingers twitched against his hand before she pulled her hand away, then threw the boy's head to the ground as if she had gotten tired of the toy. Yet, as she straightened up and stood up, that odd sympathetic look seemed to be upon him again.
"...I won't be your Grim Reaper. I will keep beating your body to a pulp, but I will never be your Grim Reaper. If you die in the hospital, then you didn't have the will to keep living. Your death will be your own fault. Show me you have the will to keep living." In a lower tone, she then added "I want you to tell me your name some day..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 12:16 am
"You'll kill yourself at this rate."
The wording was different but the message was the same as the message the corrupted Alkaid had once tried to share with him. He had been stubborn and brushed the blonde's concern away, he insisted that he knew what he was doing to himself and that he was fine. He hadn't been fine since the day he accepted his fathers demands. He had only grown progressively worse when he had fled the oppression of the man and attempted to take his life into his own hands.
He had overworked himself and had remained resilient against tell tale signs his body tried to give him.
When she had released him he rolled weakly onto his stomach. His breathing was slow, labored like he had been running nonstop for hours. His arms shook, threatening to give out beneath him, as he tried to push himself up. It was a slow moving process, slowly he pulled himself up to his knees then he rocked back onto the balls of his feet. His muscles screamed in protest as he rocked himself onto his heels as he rose.
She refused to be his grim reaper but he swore he one day would be hers. He coughed harshly, a bit of blood flecking his lips. His hand lifted wiping his mouth. "Labyrinthite," he hissed, voice low as he raised his fists. He would beaten but he would not back down.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 9:34 am
As the agent began to stir, the girl stepped back, as if leaving him room to move and react to her words. It was a slow and painful process, but she watched as his body struggled to get back on his feet. She could see the trembling of his legs as he vainly tried to stay up. It honestly looked like all the princess would need to do was flap her wings and create a small breeze in his direction and he'd be floored again. However, this boy, despite the evil he had done against her, had her respect. He wouldn't stay down, which was a good sign of a true fighter.
It was just a shame he was prone to cheap, dirty tactics.
Though she had been smiling so gently for a majority of this encounter, the moment he finally revealed his name, her lips parted to show a more familiar grin. It was a bit of a mouthful, but now she knew the agent with the flamingo scythe was Labyrinthite.
"Thank you..." she started off before she quickly rushed him and thrust her fist towards the soft spot just under the rib cage. She was aiming for one quick blow, something that would potentially knock the boy out by causing the air to rush out of his lungs. Quite quickly, she used her other free hand to grab onto the back of the boy's shoulder, almost as if to try and catch him in a strangely compassionate manner. "...Labyrinthite..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 5:58 pm
The young man, just on the edge of leaving this teen years behind him, had never been a quitter. He had never been one to stay grounded for long, if he had the will to get up or the ability to stand then he would. He didn't care what the consequences would be, no he would rise again because he hated losing. His body was weary, weak and he knew she could see it. He cursed himself for letting himself become so weak.
The only thing about him that was not shaking, that wasn't weary and battered were his eyes. They seemed to burn brightly as he glared at her, behind the gold was the fire that kept burning. His fire could flicker and threaten to go out but he would never let it die. He was too proud for that.
He might not have looked it but he was ready when she rushed at him, her fist connecting solidly against his abdomen. His hands darted out to grab hold of her arm even as her other hand caught his shoulder in an awkward almost hug. He gasped, biting at the air trying to recapture the air she forced from him.
Labyrinthite was uncomfortable and he knew his position offered him no comfort, Iris was likely to pull some strange wrestling move but he'd be damned if he went down without a fight. He twisted his arms trying to create just enough space so he could ram his knee into her.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 9:06 pm
The soldier's efforts were in vain, and it grew increasingly obvious as his struggles seemed to barely affect the girl in the yellow gown. Though his knee connected with her own gut, there wasn't enough force behind it to hinder her. Though his hand was latched onto her forearm, the blonde moved her hand to push away the knee pressing against her body.
The molten gold look in his eyes did not go unnoticed. The grin upon her lips seemed to vanish as she stretched her lips to a nearly straight line. The glowing symbol on her forehead soon enough jabbed forward towards the bridge of Labyrinthite's nose. She wanted to end this before he killed himself.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 10:08 pm
His new his efforts were futile, he might have stood a semblance of a chance against Iris while she was an eternal but the status of princess took her to levels he couldn't dream of. He would never admit it verbally but the captain was jealous. It seemed as though everyone else was always a step ahead of him and the gaming master had lost his lucky streak.
As her forehead came into contact with his face he couldn't help but smirk. He had wanted this, he had deserved the thrashing that the blonde was laying upon him. His head exploded in pain as he let go and even pushed himself away from her. He could think little other than the pain that throb through his head.
His vision blurred and Iris seemed to spin before him. He opened his mouth, as if to speak and instead closed it just to smile at her. It was almost as if he was saying, Thank you. Then he simply tried to put space between them so nothing was touching. When he couldn't feel her anymore he disappeared, using the last bit of his energy to teleport away.
He welcomed the darkness that was trying to engulf him at the moment, it felt like home.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 10:57 pm
As she pulled back, her dress seemed to fade back her usual fuku she wore, her tiara returning to mask the marking upon her forehead. He seemed to fall away from her and within a split second of him hitting the ground, he completely disappeared.
"...This ain't th'last time. I can tell..."
The girl exited the alleyway, quickly shifting yet another time from senshi to civilian before she was visible on the street side. She reached into her backpack and pulled out her phone.
9-1-1 was going to receive an anonymous phone call about an injured boy close to the area she was at. After all, he couldn't have gotten too far away with his injuries.
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