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 Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 3:16 pm
"You're right, I came with a new partner of mine tonight." Realgar quipped back, stepping forward as the Motorcycle, without any hand to cause it, flashed it's headlights and the front wheel turned slightly to face the cowering pair. "Are you really this ignorant? She can't even pick up an enemy aura when I'm standing right there in plain sight and you don't even know what a Youma is? Boys and girls I am not impressed. I hope you FIGHT worth a damn at least!" He advanced with long, fast strides as he finished, raising a fist as he said 'Fight' and swinging hard at Falias as he finished. He was done playing, he wanted this over with. He had things to do, duties to fulfill, and if this was the best the White Moon could do to teach her soldiers, this was practically a mercy killing.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 4:27 pm
"Um! Um!" She felt so embarrassed, she could barely speak. She nudged the pink-haired one closer to Realgar. "Go. Fight. Fight Realgar. While I...um..."
She stepped beside the knight and hugged herself. She closed her eyes. If she stayed within Realgar's vision, it would distract him enough for Pink-Haired One to land a couple blows on either the Youma or Realgar himself. She hoped he could pack a punch. He seemed a bit lithe, but looks could be deceiving. Like cats, she thought. They look so little, but they make fierce hunters...
Enough analogy. I have to concentrate, she thought. No crying. It's all a mind game.
"Alluring Enchantment!" she cried. Her eyes flashed open. She wondered if she should have saved the spell for their escape, but with that motorcycle-youma, she figured they couldn't run far. Her bodice and hands glowed pink, and she pointed at Realgar. The glow faded from her hands. Semi-focused, she said to Pink-Haired One, "You have to fight."
She charged toward Realgar, pulling back a fist aimed straight for his gut.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 1:54 pm
Falias' first thought was The motorcycle's a youma? His face for a moment a picture in stunned surprise. His next was Crap he's fast, having managed to barely process the fact that the supposed 'motorcycle' was actually one of those monster things that seemed to plague the city before the blonde charged at him. He tried his best to try to avoid the punch, but was mentally trying to brace himself since the purple-haired woman's fingers were still digging into him. And then he stumbled a few steps as she suddenly let go and nudged him in the direction of the oncoming blonde. Managing to recover, he balled a fist of his own - the aim being to try swing out at the Nega-Captain with a punch of his own. However the purple-haired woman also deciding to charge the Nega-Captain wasn't something that he'd been expecting.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 3:11 pm
"Tricky... TRICKY!" Realgar hadn't been expecting a senshi power that affected him like this, made him unable to take his eyes off the young lady. What was she the senshi of anyway? Vanity? Narcissism? What kind of sphere did that? Did it matter? Anyway, since she was in his path, and he couldn't take his eyes off her, that meant a change of tactics. He diverted his swing, trying to throw his weight against Media, hoping to catch her with the swing of his arm. If he could throw her down, he could make her regret being the brunt of his attentions and maybe prevent her from kicking anything else off, and besides, she might crash into the knight and maybe keep the young mans attempt at an incoming blow from landing. Anyway he had help. Media's attack drove home into the leather and road padding of his uniform, earning a winded grunt from the Nega-captain as he took the blow in order to try and further his own ambitions of attack, and the youma-cycle sprang to life with an high pitched shriek as unsettling as a dentists drill grinding into an live nerve, lashing out blindly at the attacker with whip like thrashing tentacles, clearly unhappy with the situation. This was what he prefered. You couldn't feel betrayed by a punch. You just responded to them as they came.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:16 am
Ughh~ Medea stumbled to the side with the diversion of Realgar's swing. Could she really be so weak? Naturally of all times, the youma joined the battle and brought down tentacles with vicious fury. She barely kept ahead of the them, slashing down as she sped toward the Captain for another punch. She feared she couldn't make it and Pink-Haired One would have to face him without her, but at least she kept the youma occupied.
"Keep going!" she shouted to Pink-Haired One. As she hopped over a tentacle and ducked from another. Her breath shortened. So close...perhaps if she leapt, she could distract him for the last few seconds of her enchantment? Would that buy him enough time to strike? If worst came to worst, she would trip or fall short or be slammed down.
Better that than nothing!
With a deep breath, she launched herself into the air and (hopefully) between the Captain and her hero.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 12:16 pm
The purple-haired senshi didn't crash into him, but it distracted Falias enough to throw off his attempt at an attack. A screech followed by tentacles suddenly erupting from the thing that he'd initially mistaken for a motercyle hadn't helped either. It looked like the purple-haired woman was tackling the youma-cycle or whatever the youma thing was, which left him with the Nega-Captain. He balled his fist again, moving closer, aiming to try and swing out at the Nega-Captain as hard as he could in an attempt to distract the other's attention from the purple-haired woman. Fighting wasn't particularly Falias' thing, but the blonde's actions to date had done nothing to change his opinion that the guy was not the 'lets talk it out kind' and he wasn't about to stand there and let the Nega-Captain just beat on him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 3:26 pm
"Sweetness, you have NO idea what you're dealing with!" Realgar promised, summoning his weapon with one hand, and swinging a ferocious kick at Medea's midsection with his heavy, reinforced boot, while, eyes still for now on the Senshi, he flung a handful of curious metal contraptions directly at Failas. Technically meant to be stepped on, there were still no favors to be gathered from the heavy, metal bundles of spikes, which would land point up regardless, and hurt under any circumstance. "I've battled your Royalty to a standstill! You think you have a prayer?." Fear was a dangerous weapon in and of itself.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 7:14 pm
Aw! He called her sweet!
Then, he kicked her in the stomach.
Also, royal Senshi? She didn't know they had royals! She worked under the impression that Senshi promoted democracy!
She rested flat and breathless on the ground. Clutching her stomach, clenching her teeth, she slowly rose. She was in give-me-an-ice-pack, take-tomorrow-off pain, but she wouldn't let him win.
How much more longer would the enchantment last?
"Realgar, please!" She charged to tackle him. "Why are we doing this?"Ryuthulhu Wai Realgar wai do you cause them painnn?
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 5:36 pm
Falias yelped as a handful of metal bundles suddenly headed in his direction, arms instinctively reaching out to try and bat them away. Maybe he would have been better watching the ground instead as he was caught up short as a red hot spike of agony shot through his left foot, unable to bite back the yelp of pain as it felt like he’d trodden on a nail. From pulling it out it seemed that he’d managed to step on some sort of pointy thing. There were more of them too, littered across the ground, probably fools luck that he’d managed to miss treading on them too. Ryuthulhu hope I got how the weapon works right elza magica sorry for being dead slow with this
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 11:57 am
As it happened, their thin streak of luck was apparently running out, though it was possible to miss the quick flicker as Realgar's olive green eyes flickered away from the young woman toward Failas, then back again as he spun on one boot to twist out of the way of her tackle. "Because this is isn't a dress up game. This. is. WAR." He swung his elbow toward the small of her back as she whirled through, letting his Caltrops deal with the page. "And if you haven't figured out yet that kids don't belong in the middle of a war..." litian That's exactly how they work. <3 They're like night-lego's from Hell. I'm SO sorry for taking so long guys!
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 9:19 am
FOOMP. Medea hit the pavement. She pressed her hand to her forehead and brought it before her again. Blood. Of course. She wiped it on her skirt. Classy. The scrape stung. Her head throbbed. She had to stand. If she didn't stand, he would tear out her soul and feed it to Falias or his youma or toss it in a dumpster. She shook as she barely pulled herself off the ground, gasping for breath. What would it take to get through to him?
Realgar.
She narrowed her eyes.
Think, Ruthie, where have you heard that name?
Realgar. Realgar. Realgar. Ruby of Arsenic. Ruby spilling down her cheek. Ruby on her hand.
Realgar...
Her eyes widened.
"You are definitely not like Zee suggested."
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 2:40 pm
Tossing the thing he'd stepped on over and across to the side, Falias noted that the evil thing landed point up as if just waiting for the next unwary person to tread on it. He tried not to note that said point had a dark gleam in the evening light, especially given the cause of said dark gleam. The other pointed things lay scattered in front of him, light glinting off the metal, sharp part pointing upwards - he'd have to pick his way through carefully if he wanted to press forward. Although first thing in order was the foot, the foot that was currently throbbing like a b***h. About to try pressing his weight on it, Falias hesitated as he had a sudden idea. His 'weapon' was, to put it mildly, pretty much useless - but it did come with ribbon - a long length of ribbon. The Nega-Captain seemed focus on the senshi as Falias summoned the mistletoe that was supposedly his weapon, the bells chiming in the night air as he removed the ribbon wrapped round it, tucked bells and mistletoe sprig into one of the pockets of his long top before removing the boot on his injured foot. Wrapping the ribbon round his foot as tight as he could, Falias pulled his boot back on and tested the foot. Yep still hurt like a b***h, but the wrapping would help - some - and he could walk on it, albeit painfully. Picking his way forward slowly, Falias tried to carefully pick his way through the remaining pointy items - he'd pretty much committed himself to this, he wasn't about to back out and leave the purple-haired senshi on her own in this.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:50 am
Zee? Who was... ... Oh. Realgar jerked as though someone had just run a jolt of electricity through him, stiffening and drawing away abruptly, his mouth drawn into a thin line, his expression hard to read... Then with a sudden clink of metal the caltrops were back in his grip, the youma-cycle making a strange, confused sound, tentacles waving aimlessly. " Zia isn't going to save your stupid a** from this war, kid. I dunno if you managed to get that part of the memo, but while you're prancing your assess around in lace and tulle." ((Thank you word a day calendar... he really wasn't that familiar with fabric types...)) "The Chaos queen is very much alive and very much well, and very... very... clear on her orders." Normally he wasn't much for monologues either, but these two were just so... so hopeless. A plant on a ribbon and 'lets-be-friends'? Really? They couldn't have seriously hurt him with a point blank loaded cannon. He was reasonably sure on that, or he wouldn't have taken a lesson from Painite on Monologing. "And our orders aren't to make friends." He growled. "Anyone who tells you otherwise is lying. We're here to kill you, or corrupt you, and that's it." "Zia. Zia I like. You two are just a pair of morons someone handed crappy uniforms and sent out for canon fodder. Figure out what the hell you think you're doing out here, or don't ******** power up again." He warned, trying to sound as bile filled, as -not-their-friend- as he could. "Or the next time I see you, I'll be trying to kill you or convert you, Cause I don't give a s**t who you're friends with, I'm not chucking myself under Metalia's bus to save any goddamn idiots." He paused for a moment, tentacles and strange, puzzled, slightly angry noises still issuing from the creature behind him, eyes burning, then gestures furiously. " BEAT IT."
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 9:58 pm
Her hand still pressed to her forehead, she slowly stood and smiled. "Thank you, Realgar. Zee would be proud."
She carefully stepped over the spikes to the pink-haired one and slid his arm over her shoulder. She started back the way they came.
"Thank you, sir," she whispered, gripping the hand she draped over her shoulder. "You saved me, you know."
The blood ran down her hair.
To Realgar, the clack of her heels hushed as she stepped farther and farther away.
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 1:24 am
And then suddenly the remaining pointy items were just... Not there and the path between him and the Nega-Captain was clear again. Falias stared in the blond's direction in a mixture of confusion and wariness as the other spoke - was the Nega really letting them go? Because it made no sense - not based on his experience of the Nega people to date and especially since it was quite clear that the Nega-Captain was the one with the upper hand. He waited to see what the senshi would do, waited to see if this would turn out to be some sort of hoax, breathing a silent sigh of relief when the purple-haired woman made her way back and away from the blond Nega. Ironically Falias didn't need telling twice to move it - weird though it was that the Nega-Captain seemed to just be letting them go, Falias wasn't inclined to stick around and have the other change his mind. He limped, his left foot reminding him that it wasn't appreciative that he'd ended up sticking it on a nail-type thing, but the ribbon from his weapon helped some. "It's Falias," he said quietly to the senshi, managing to quirk a slight smile "Sir makes me think of my Dad and I suggest we vacate this place" as he spoke he continued to make a limping retreat with the purple-haired senshi. Sticking around to get even more trounced wasn't particularly on his evening 'to do' list.
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