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 Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 11:58 am
Quicksilver the Archangel
Maybe when he was stronger, but he would have to get there.
One beating at a time. Hopefully, though, he could be the one doling out the damage eventually. He grinned at the little senshi, not worried about this fight, at least. Following after him, he took a running kick for the crawling little guy. It was so mean, and he knew it, but he found he didn't care. Maybe the Chaos in him really was making him see things differently, like the white moon said, but who cared about something like that?
He liked it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 12:02 pm
He might be a weasel, but the Chibi Senshi didn't take that as any kind of offense. Weasels were tough and smart, and who wouldn't want to be those things? He scampered as far as four limbs would get him and decided that maybe it would be easier to run away if his body was in a natural, human position and not like a freakish amalgamation of pink, yellow, and brown. The kick made its connection right as Syrinx was trying to get back to his feet. As a result, the boot caught him in the chest and sent him rolling into a wall with a grunt. Eating the magical flower might have helped with being hit with a stick... but apparently its charms had worn off since this kick still really hurt. Good to know for the future, assuming Pyscho Stick left him with a future. The pink-haired boy shot pink eyes around the alley looking for the best way out. Really, there was only one way - the way that he had been previously crawling. Biting back the pain in his chest, Syrinx tried once more to run.
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Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2013 11:57 am
Quicksilver the Archangel
He watched as the kid struggled to get back to his feet and start running again, but this time, he let him go. He grinned, watching the kid and shaking his head.
"Take this as a lesson, eh? If you or any of your older counterparts mess with me, no one gets a break. You senshi shouldn't be recruiting little kids, but that doesn't mean we're going to go easy on you." What was the difference between him, an adult man, hitting an 8 year old or hitting a 15 year old? Either way he looked like a huge b*****d. And he was okay with that, because it wasn't like the White Moon was innocent in any way.
But he'd let this one get away, for now. See what came of it. At least he had something to take back to his superiors and talk about, as he had to get more used reporting back.
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Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2013 5:24 pm
Lithia_Brandon Gonna call this ending post for me! biggrin b Syrinx felt like he had been forced to swallow luke warm oatmeal as he ran, and what that really meant was that he felt like he needed to pull over and throw up. It wasn't from the flower he had eaten - that was sweet and kind of juicy, even if it did feel a little weird to suddenly chomp down on something pink and sparkly like a goat. Nor was it entirely from the kick to his ribs, although that sure did make a stitch in his side as he ran. It was at the fact that, apparently, whoever had decided to give him a tremendous disadvantage in this game. What good was a slightly healy flower against a lunatic? Well, not very good at all, obviously. But that wasn't going to complete dampen his spirits against a guy whose d**k was so small he had to attack a little kid who only wanted to enjoy a dip in the pool before summer ended. So, when he was at a safe distance, the Chibi Senshi turned and raspberried him, "I'll remember, and next time I'll get a gang of my own, so you best be ready, pencildick!" Then he was off like a flash and trying to find a nice, quiet place to turn back into Alejandro... so he could go back to the library.
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 1:54 pm
Quicksilver the Archangel
He knew, at least, that if he needed a pick me up he could always just come and pick on some little kids!
Even in his head that sounded terrible, but he didn't care. He'd started a fight and finished it without getting wrecked, which put him in a good mood. He let the kid pout and whine at him, then run off, waiting until his power signature vanished before he laughed and grinned to no one, proud of himself and thinking he could get the hang of this after all.
He just had to apply that success to older senshi, and he'd be golden.
Humming, he powered down and moved to head back into the street and blend into the crowds, as any normal pedestrian civilian would. Tonight, he would hunt again, and he was hoping for a big win.
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