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 Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 10:46 am
Camelot knew that feeling, at least. He supposed he could understand the hesitance to join the super hero fight. Though he had never felt it himself, he had seen it more than a few times in other Senshi and Knights, at first. But he hoped to help them through it.
He looked at the rapier that the knight had, noting it was nothing but a toy but it was still better than some of the other items he had seen poor knights start with. His wooden shield, way back when, seemed like a blessing to him now.
He had been lucky, for sure.
"Well, it takes some ingenuity, sometimes, but most youma aren't as tough as they look. In any case, you can always find someone to patrol with, or a different method of fighting than just your weapon."
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 10:43 am
"Where was I on weapon assigning day? Yours looks pretty sturdy."
Of course this guy didn't really feel like him, either. He felt bigger, in a way. Vesuvius really didn't know how things worked around there or what happened. He certainly didn't know about leveling up, as it were, though the weapon didn't seem like it was going to get stronger but a sword was right up his alley as far as interests went. Fencing was something Flynn knew very well.
"So you guys partner up? Let me guess...your wife's on your team."
There wasn't a whole hell of a lot of hope for him in that department. He wasn't much of one for relationships in or out of costume. He didn't think everything about him would change overnight just cause a costume appeared and someone told him he was a super hero. He still had his doubts about everything but as the signature appeared in the bushes beyond them his instincts turned his head.
"So if you're the good guys something kind of bad is over there."
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Posted: Wed Apr 10, 2013 1:21 pm
"Well, mine has had a lot of time to get stronger. I'm a third stage knight. Ah... a Knight. You are a Page, the first level. After that, when you become stronger, you'll be a Squire. Then a Knight, like me." He frowned. It was always difficult to explain that, because the words were too similar.
It was difficult to differentiate which Knight he meant.
He glanced in the direction Vesuvius was looking, nodding his head and sighing. Things were never simple, and usually some for of chaos would hop in to make things difficult.
"Yes, that's something to look out for. Do you think you're up for a fight?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 9:50 am
Getting stronger...Vesuvius definitely liked the sound of that! He hoped for something cool when he powered up, a proper saber or something besides a plastic toy. He looked at Camelot's shield and liked the idea of something hefty in his hands. Maybe not a shield, persay, but something useful. Something that would help in a fight.
At the question he nodded. Fighting was generally something Flynn enjoyed. A good brawl now and again kept a man on his toes and let out some of that healthy aggression that gets stored up. He was no stranger to trying to break up (and subsequently enter) plenty of fights.
"Yeah, I think I can handle it."
He was prepared for anything, or so he thought, but the moment the youma burst through the bushes toward them, fast and scorpion like Vesuvius was ashamed to admit he froze. He'd never seen anything like the twisted black thing with that barbed tail and hollow eyes. All the jokes vanished from his mind replaced by horror and confusion.
"What. The. ********>" He glanced sidelong at Camelot. "What the hell is that thing?"
Thankfully the creature lashed out at the Knight first with its tail poised to strike quick and powerful.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 10:16 am
Camelot was not as much a fan of fighting as some others might be. Shook his head slowly, thinking this knight was probably much more geared toward the physical side than the Knight of Earth was. But that was alright.
As long as they never let themselves get carried away. Camelot knew full well what happened when he did not control his strength, and got too caught up in battles. People who were once innocent, however corrupted by Chaos they might have been, were killed.
He couldn't afford to let more people die.
"That is a youma," Camelot said, as the monster charged them, lifting his shield to block to strike. He was not a fan of bug-like youma, and scorpions were definitely very low on his list. They looked dangerous, just by nature. He moved to bash the thing with his shield, perhaps to stun it.
"Think you can land a hit?" He said, guarded and watching the tail just in case, but wanting to see what Vesuvius could, or would, do.
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 1:52 pm
"That's what I'm supposed to be protecting people from?"
Now Vesuvius understood why police weren't involved. Hell! He didn't want to be involved anymore as he stared at the brown scaly twisted thing before him. Being a super hero didn't seem so glamorous now that he knew he needed to actually do more than just strut around in costume whistling a jaunty tune and making eyes at the ladies. Still...if he rescued a damsel from something like this they'd have to owe him a smile at least...maybe more than that.
He shook out of his thoughts as the scorpion lashed out with its claws again and he had to jump back to avoid being hit. When Camelot bashed it he followed behind and kicked the thing, hard, failing any other options. He winced as his boot struck the armored shell and was not nearly as thick as he hoped. His foot did not thank him for his efforts but the youma sure didn't like it, hissing its displeasure. It tried to determine now who was the biggest threat, or, perhaps, who was the weakest one to try and take out first. Both were annoying.
"Where the hell was I on weapon assigning day?" He lamented again.
He was not at this point prepared to entertain the concept of people with this kind of poison inside them. Not yet.
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 1:34 pm
Camelot knew that this was probably not the best example of a youma they could have run across, but it was not the worst either. It did effectively show how bad they could be, and how undesirable they were, but it might have been too jarring an image for a first encounter.
They couldn't have run into one of the many cat or dog like youma out there?
In any case, they were handling the thing just fine. It was easy enough to stop it and he was going to bash that thing into dust. He was not going to risk it lashing out at them, or getting Vesuvius hurt in a lesson like this. He was not willing to be that hands on, and would help Vesuvius learn things at a slower pace if he wanted.
If this were Chaonis, it might be a different story, but for now he was alright.
"Good hit," he said, then moved to hit the thing again with his own shield. It did not offer any resistance after that, bursting into dust in short order. He looked at Vesuvius, hoping there weren't more of those things around. They seemed like the type of thing that would have a hive. But who knew?
"Your weapon will get better, in time," he said, though he was a little distracted now. Fights always got his energy going, and he did what he could to relax himself.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 7:49 pm
Vesuvius wasn't a guy with a lot of phobias. He didn't ken to the usual snakes and spiders, heights or clowns. He didn't really have irrational fears, either, except of bananas. Evil fruit! They just turned brown so quickly; how did you trust what was inside? He shuddered just thinking about the vile things and turned his focus back to something more pleasant: a chaos tainted scorpion monster that well could have been human once upon a time.
Yep, nothing wrong with him at all, why do you ask?
"I hope you can put that in writing. If it doesn't I'm sunk."
He believed in his ability as a brawler but that was more with people. He was not really willing to try and brawl with a monster like this with a wicked tail and pinching claws. Speaking of, the monster decided that Vesuvius was weaker, rightfully so, and lashed out with its tail. Flynn had to dart back to keep from getting it. He spun to the side in a continued motion and brought his foot flat down on the scorpion's back with a satisfying little crunch. He was breaking the carapace, at least. That was progress.
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 10:48 am
Camelot nodded his head.
"Well, not writing, per se. But I can do well enough." He proffered his shield as proof. It was solid, made out of strong metal, emblazoned with a powerful dragon. Beneath its metal, a small hole made over its eye, the Terra Viridis crystal glimmered. That was not part of the deal, but it was subtle enough to go unnoticed for now. Until he deigned to use it, maybe.
He was playing the second in this fight, picking up the role of support, rather than the lead attacker. It seemed that Vesuvius had things well in hand, anyway, and Camelot watched as the page bounced on the scorpion youma, hearing the cracks.
"Just a little more. Dust that horrible thing!"
Bugs would always be gross, whether he was afraid of them or not. Scorpions were like little demons, and no one needed to see a large one. Ever. It was just gross.
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 2:17 pm
Flynn worked for a nature magazine as a traveling reporter and photographer. Scorpions were the least of the creepy crawlies he'd seen. Everyone knew it was the big ones you didn't have to worry much about. It was the little ones that had venom to drop a man with one sting. This was creepy, sure, but he wasn't afraid of it because it was a scorpion. He was afraid of it because it was an actual monster capable and willing to kill him, him and Camelot both and though he was kind of a stick in the mud he was all Vesuvius had for now.
"Fine, fine."
He scooted around the scorpion, faster than the lumbering creature was. It tried to keep up but once Vesuvius was behind it he could stay behind it. It was distracted by this tactic, as was expected, and kept turning to find him. It couldn't slash at the rogue with its claws; they didn't bend that way, and it couldn't lash at him with its tail.You really just had to know about nature to find a weakness, after all. That was something Flynn knew in abundance.
He latched onto the tail, and it lashed back and forth, the youma hissing loudly, trying to get him off. He could hold on through it all and did, trying to bend the tail toward the body. It was a hard task with the thing continually thrashing but he was managing little by little. A few well placed kicks and some patience he eventually managed to bury the stinger into the carapace.
That seemed to be the final straw, the monster hissing and trashing as it slowly began to break apart and the Page let go.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 10:39 am
Camelot was not a happy camper at the moment, and imagined he was going to have some nightmares tonight if he did not get a very large dose of cute to counteract the creepy. He was going to need to cuddle Dogby for a while, that much was sure. And maybe watch some videos about kittens on the internet.
That might do a little to erase these images from his head, maybe.
Camelot let the Page handle dusting the thing, though. It was always good to let them test themselves, and it was definitely not because he was worried for his own safety. He knew he could handle the youma, even if it was creepy.
He nodded his head as the youma turned to dust, taking a breath once the air was clear.
"Excellent work," he said, nodding his head, "that was very resourceful. You seem to know what you're doing, at least when the fight gets going. That's a good skill to have."
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 11:08 am
"Years of brawling, I assure you. Bar room fights are commonplace in some of the taverns I've frequented."
Vesuvius gave Camelot a reassuring smile though he wasn't kidding in the slightest. He'd traveled all over the world and consumed beer most everywhere he went. He'd seen some amazing bars and some bars he thought he'd catch the plague in if he stayed too long but that was sort of the experience. In some he got in scuffs for miscommunications or over silly tests of pride and power. In some he fought to defend a lady's honor. Sometimes he got into a brawl just for the heck of it because he thought it was fun.
Still, nothing he'd done previous had ever really prepared him for anything like this.
"Are there a lot of those monsters, youma, around?"
Vesuvius glanced to the spot where the large scorpion thing had been and there was no trace, nothing at all to signify it had been there in the first place. The wind had carried all the dust off to be scattered over the park and his vague sense of accomplishment sort of went with it. It seemed like a lot of work for something that just vanished to ashes.
"Is this mainly what I'm going to be fighting?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 3:00 pm
Camelot arched an eyebrow at that, looking thoughtful and noting that he had developed his own fight knowledge early on in his life, from similar means. Fighting in bars, and anywhere else. That sort of thing ran in the family, as he knew his son was also the fighting type. At least Camelot had grown out of it.
He nodded his head, though, looking a little sad.
"There are too many of them, I think. As well as their masters, the Negaverse. We have a lot of enemies to fight, but they all stem from the same place. Chaos. That's what I recommend focusing on: some of these kids that its controlling... they're not there willingly. They can create weapons out of people by force. Just like they can make these monsters."
He sometimes felt like Chaos was far too powerful, and he hated thinking about it in these terms. It made their team so small, the power of Order falling so short. But they could do it. He kept his faith in that, and the idea that there was some way to stem the flow of Chaos.
"The youma are the most out of control, though, and they'll attack indiscriminately. If I see one, I try to make sure it's dusted by the end, so it can't go off and hurt someone else."
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 2:56 pm
"If the the bad guys can just make us like them at any time why don't they?"
And, furthermore, why didn't they just do the same thing? Couldn't they make people good if they could make good guys go bad? His head was buzzing with new information and he wasn't even sure he liked the implications of most of it. This didn't sound like any fun at all! Where were the damsels in distress? The kisses of thankful women for being rescued? The news reporters showing how brave they are to the whole world?
He sighed.
"Dust the youmas, check."
He did one. He couldn't imagine the others would be much harder.
"Is there a bat signal or do we just sort of wander aimlessly hoping to find one?"
And for that matter how did they get ahold of one another? This all seemed a bit strange to him.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 4:06 pm
"Well, it takes a lot more effort than that, I think. Only the most powerful among them can do it. They look for soldiers, people they can use, skills they can use. Most of us are expendable to them, I think, and they would rather us all be dead than anything else."
He sighed and shook his head at the idea. Being able to pick and choose their ranks, be it from senshi and knights or from civilians they chose to corrupt. They could form their teams so carefully, while the white moon had to hope their ranks would be bolstered before Chaos could touch them, before their starseeds were corrupted and they were lost to that control. If they only had a better way to combat the way Chaos spread, the disease that it was, they would be able to better protect themselves and each other.
"We patrol for any danger. You can set your own schedule, of course, though I patrol most nights, after I get out of my day job. Sometimes it does just feel like wandering around and hoping for a fight, but then, I find I prefer the nights when nothing happens. Makes it seem like we're making a difference."
In a small way, anyway. He sighed, looking a bit tired just by thinking of it, but he was dedicated and he would continue fighting this fight, because that was what he was pledged to do.
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