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 Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 8:44 am
The White Moon senshi, in all honesty, felt a sense of satisfaction in seeing this tactic work out for her. It had worked for her in the past, but it was never a guaranteed tactic. She really hadn't injured herself, save for some hairs being ripped out. In fact, her landing was quite padded thanks to Remarque's presence in all of this. She leaned forward, off of the other blonde's body and pushed herself up to her feet. She ran a hand along the back of her scalp, over the area that stung slightly from the sudden hair removal.
If she had been a more thoughtful girl, she might have used this as an opportunity to interrogate the boy. Find out everything that he was about. However, in her very narrow perspective, he had already shown his true colors by insulting the senshi.
For one reason or another, her nose seemed to tickle a bit after this, to which she ran her gloved hand in front of it. When she pulled it away, she had a trail of snot glazing the spot she had rubbed her face with.
"...Gross..." she groaned out, walking away from the Dark Mirror Senshi slightly. She had a headache and her nose was now being gross. Pulling out her cellphone from seemingly nowhere, the girl sent out another text message for Sailor Victoria.
Sorry, false alarm! I also need to cancel on the patrol. Talk 2 U later!
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 12:55 am
Remarque’s lip curled as the girl walked away, though he wasn’t entirely displeased to see her going. His body was wracked with pain and everything ached.
And was probably going to ache for a long time.
His eyes fluttered shut—for only a second—and then he forced them open again. Without Iris atop of him, he figured he could push himself up. Briefly, he considered attacking her from behind, though he realized almost as soon as the plan flitted through his mind that it would fail. His body hardly wanted to allow him to sit up, much less offer a sneak attack on some girl that had already rendered him into quite a state. Propping himself up on his elbows, he shot the girl a glare.
He saw himself as quite a bit of a threat, and yet this girl was willing to turn his back on him and just walk away?
…You know what? Fine. So be it. It was her mistake to let him walk away from this.
Remarque paused, suddenly, captivated by the idea that she would ‘let him’ do anything. Let.
Lip curling into a sneer, Remarque pushed himself up. He swayed a bit on his feet, inwardly cursing at his body for it’s weakness—for this cold that had been weighing him down for days now.
Though, he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Reluctant as he was to admit it, Remarque understood that at his current health and at this level of power, Iris could have done a lot more damage than just knocking him breathless and giving him a few bruises. He still had a fair number of Iris' hair clutched in his hand and, rather disdainfully, he released them into the wind.
He moved to rub at his shoulder, cringing as he touched a sore spot, and turned away from the senshi bitterly. There was a mirror not far off, and though tonight had been unproductive, he wasn’t about to force himself to stay out.
He was sick, and bruised—in both body and ego—and it was time to go home and go to bed.
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