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 Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 4:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 8:34 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 8:35 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 9:08 pm
 Come and See
Penthesilea finds at least one Senshi who thinks as she does.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 5:11 pm
Clip Your Wings
Penthesilea and Thraen assault a Corrupt, and hit upon a fracture in their partnership.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 2:34 pm
Choke on Your Hate Penthesilea growled, completely ignoring what few injuries she had gotten in that fight with a Corrupt. She was viciously angry at herself for letting the girl get away, for letting her possibly live, even broken and beaten - and all because she was angry at someone she wasn’t even sure the girl was close to. Certainly Lellouch had sarcastically claimed to be Damocles’s family, but it could easily have been in a broader sense, and it was so idiotic that she had risen to take the bait.
Thraen had been right to question her resolve. She had sworn to destroy the enemy, and look at what she had done so far - Damocles had escaped, Adonis had escaped, Lellouch had escaped. Constantly, the enemy slipped from her grasp, and she was weaker for it.
Miserable for it, too. How was she to call herself a soldier when she couldn’t even perform the most basic task of finding and slaying the enemy?
She felt the touch of a Chaos aura - a Lieutenant, the sort she could easily handle on her own. A very, very unlucky Lieutenant, by her reasoning, because she was murderously angry, and when she approached, she discovered that it was a slight boy, probably no older than her. Most likely younger. Taller, though, than she was, which gave him the confidence to swagger a little as he approached her.
“Hello, Lieuenant,” she said, and then without further ado, she attacked. He was frightened from the first moment, and she was expert - so quickly, she had him pinned to the ground underneath her, hands wrapped around his throat just like Thraen had wrapped his around Lellouch’s. Her knee rested on his groin. He reached up, clawing at her arms desperately as an act of defiance.
“You crazy b***h,” he choked, and she leaned her knee down to press into his groin, making his grip go limp and his eyes roll back and his voice deaden into a desperate shriek of pain. She smirked, pressing more weight into her hands. With a little more strength, she supposed, she could have snapped his neck.
This was so much more fun.
He kept struggling, feet kicking desperately and arms flailing and voice gargling. His body shook desperately until he went limp, unconscious. But that wasn’t enough, she knew that wasn’t enough. Leaving the enemy unconscious would not do tonight. Not when she was furious and she hated herself and Thraen’s insults and echoing cries of “weakness” and “foolishness” echoed in her head.
She kept squeezing until even the last stirs of movement, the rise and fall of chest that indicated even the slightest breathing, stilled.
God, she wished she could rip starseeds, this would be so much quicker. She stood up, hands opening and closing slowly. That had actually hurt her a little, to exert that much force for so long. But it didn’t matter. She was breathing heavily, but she was grinning widely.
Finally War had taken an enemy’s life.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 3:44 pm
Bleed Out Your Secrets Penthesilea grinned viciously, one might even say a little insanely. The redheaded Senshi was finally close to her ultimate goal, or at least her small-scale one - specifically, finding out the identity of whoever it was that Damocles worked with.
She had a little Dark Mirror basic with long pink pigtails tied to a chair, and she intended to make the girl sing like a bird. It had been a pitched fight to get her here, but she’d finally knocked her unconscious and dragged her to a warehouse she’d prepared for this occasion. She tied her down and waited, quietly, until the girl started to stir, and before she could even open her mouth, Pen was up, with an arm pressed against her throat.
“Hello, sweet thing,” she said, and a soft growl emanated from her prey. “We’re gonna have a little chat, and if you’re good and cooperative, I let you go. If not, I don’t. How’s that?”
Unfortunately, at least for herself, the kidnapped Senshi was one Sailor Amytis of the Dark Mirror. She was, more than anything, terrified out of her mind right then, because who wouldn’t be in her position? She’d been kidnapped, tied down, and now she had this stranger threatening her. But...she wanted to be a good Senshi, to be brave and strong like Chariklo thought she was, so she decided she was going to at least pretend to have some kind of strength.
She could do that much, right?
“Suck it,” Amytis growled, spitting off to the side. Penthesilea reached her other hand down and bent the left index finger so far back it snapped. it was hard for Amytis not to scream, but she swallowed it down, eyes squeezing shut and teeth sinking into her lip to keep her voice inside.
Penthesilea had to admit that she was viciously impressed.
“Do you know Sailor Damocles?” She asked, starting in on the next finger.
“Bite me,” Amytis snapped. Now she was certain she wasn’t going to say a word. Damocles was a friend, and so was Tantalus, and she wasn’t going to give anything up to this crazy b***h on them.
Even if she had never been so terrified in her life. She’d lost the use of two fingers - on her left, not her right, hand, thank god, but it hurt so much - and this crazy b***h was clearly ready to start in on her even worse.
“Really now, sweetheart, I just want one simple piece of information. Do you know who Damocles’s partner is? Tell me that and I’ll let ya go. Simple as that.”
“Like I’d give away information on the court!” Amytis growled. No, no, no, she wasn’t subjecting Tantalus to this crazy b***h!
She was stubborn, really - Pen continued working, finger by finger, and finally moved up the arm, untying her, but only long enough to torsion the arm and snap those bones, too. It was slow going, but Amytis refused to respond. She couldn’t bear the idea of subjecting someone she cared about to this insane woman.
Pen’s foot snapped against Amytis’s leg, where there was already a disgusting blooming bruise from their earlier fight, and finally Amy screamed in pain. She kept kicking, sending the chair over onto its back, and then, finally, there was a disgusting snapping noise, which certainly wasn’t the metal chair leg, and the girl shrieked in absolute agony.
“Wanna reconsider your choice not to tell me things?” Penthesilea asked. “I promise that’s all you’ll get, if you just talk. Do you know the identity of Sailor Damocles’s partner?”
“Sailor Tantalus, it’s Sailor Tantalus, he wears a long bright red scarf, you’ll know it as soon as you see him,” Amytis finally confessed, tears rolling down her cheeks. She was desperate and in pain - surely he would understand, and she could call and warn him before this woman got there, couldn’t she?
God, she didn’t want to die. Not like this, not in some anonymous warehouse, murdered before she really had the chance to live.
“There, now was that so hard?” Pen asked, and she walked away, dragging back a full-length mirror, which she propped against the nearby wall. “One more thing, and I promise I’ll untie you and you can go home. Look, I even brought one of these.” She tapped it, and Amytis’s eyes lit for a moment. “Where is he?”
“T-Tantalus? Normally he patrols with Damocles, but I ran into him earlier tonight, and he said he’d be around the big park all evening in case I needed him again.” Even sacred out of her mind and bubbling up with tears, Amytis made one last act of protectiveness. She lied. Tantalus was nowhere near the park, but this woman didn’t need to know that, and she seemed satisfied because clearly in her fear there was no way she’d lie. Even if she hadn’t given perfect information, she still intended to call ahead, to warn Tantalus to stay as far from the park as he could, because no one else was crossing this crazy b***h’s path.
“You’ve been a real big help, sweetie, and I keep my promises,” Pen said, and as she’d said she would she untied her prisoner. Amytis was far too wounded to do anything more than hop over to the mirror and practically fall through, escaping with her life but with a lot of guilt.
Penthesilea, for her part, grinned viciously and slowly walked out of the warehouse, plotting the quickest route to the park.
Tonight really was her lucky night.
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Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2014 8:31 pm
Apples and Blades Tantalus paced back and forth through the park, reaching up and fiddling with his scarf. It had become a genuine nervous habit, ever since he’d nearly been strangled to death, and he couldn’t help but worry that it would happen again. He refused to admit how frightened he was, not when this enemy was coming after Damocles and had already hurt Amytis. This was someone who was completely psychotic and a threat to everyone in the Court.
Maybe he would strangle her, turn his scarf into a weapon to save everyone he knew. That was a dark thought.
An Order aura drew his attention, and he jerked his head up. This must be who Amytis had described - tiny, long red hair, Xena-like outfit...yep.
“I’ve been expecting you.” Tantalus said, his voice cold as ice.
Penthesilea threw back her head and laughed. She laughed like she had never laughed before. “Oh, Tantalus, you cannot possibly have expected me,” she said, grinning viciously. She walked forward, and then she ran, and Tantalus found that he could still be surprised by the amount someone weighed, because her mass seemed rather disproportionate to her height.
He fell to the ground, and she was on top of him, smirking viciously. She had such a perfect idea, right then - she’d already choked one person, she was pretty sure she could knock him out long enough to get him to where she needed him to be. That would be all she needed.
So while he kicked and struggled and fought underneath her, she leaned her weight on his chest and felt the air leave his lungs, and then she gripped the scarf...and pulled.
It was only a few seconds before he was unconscious and she released her grip, checking for a pulse. Heart still beating, still breathing - exactly like she wanted him. She needed him alive so that she could ensure that she presented Damocles with the best gift she could think of.
A beaten, bloody, broken partner.
Before she packed everything up to leave, however, she unwound the scarf from Tantalus’s neck. As soon as Amytis had told her about it, a plan had formed, and so she pulled out the large nail she’d brought and the note she’d written, stabbing it and the scarf into a tree to leave a sign for Damocles.
Damocles -
I have your boyfriend. Meet me in the warehouse district. The appropriate building will have blood over the door. It may well be his.
-Penthesilea
She’d signed it as elegantly as she could, all written in red fountain pen. Such an elegant effect, or at least she thought.
She walked over to the unconscious black-and-red-clad body, and hefted him up. He was light, so even though he was taller than her, it really was no issue to carry him to where she needed to be and tie him up so he wasn’t going anywhere.
After that, it was a waiting game for him to open his eyes.
It wasn’t long, once they were there, and as soon as he made a groggy wakeful noise, Pen sprang up and slammed her boot into his chest, making him yell in pain.
“G’mornin, sunshine,” she said, a wicked grin on her face. His eyes widened with fear. “It’s time t’have a little fun.”
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 9:27 pm
Warpath
Damocles arrives to get his revenge on Penthesilea.
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 9:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 9:37 pm
Bloodstained Blade
Penthesilea and Damocles meet again - and this time, Pen comes away much more pleased.
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 9:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 9:08 am
White Phoenix Rising
Penthesilea dives into battle, but ends up tossed around like a ragdoll and left defeated and broken.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 9:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 9:04 pm
Prepare Penthesilea had only been home for a day or so after the battle against the Dark Mirror Court, and already she was preparing to leave for a much longer time.
During her time as a Senshi she had heard talk of being able to visit the space object you were named for, the very source and heart of your power - a home, far beyond Earth, for where she could take some time on her own and think about everything that had happened.
And maybe deal with some of the weird s**t she was going through, at the very least. She was tired, really, of all the business on Earth. Getting thrown around by two Senshi, one of whom was on her own side, had given her pause. Working beside Chaos and seeing them display incredible bravery and boldness, the very kind she could deeply respect, had also shaken her.
She would never admit it, but she was afraid. Afraid that she was wrong, that she was on the wrong side, that the Negaverse were really proper soldiers, that she perhaps...perhaps ought to give herself and her heart to Chaos.
That all along, she had been nothing but wrong, wrong, wrong.
She needed time to think, and she wasn’t going to get it at home.
She felt no qualms in lying to her mother, convincing her that she was going on a camping trip. Besides, it was almost halfway true. She would be camping, just not anywhere on this planet.
As far as she understood, planets were mostly barren and dead, so the likelihood of finding food or shelter was low. She acquired a very large pair of bags, and packed one with a folding pop-up tent, a sleeping bag, and some extra clothes. The other was stuffed with canned food and supplies - can openers, a lighter, pots and pans, even plenty of paper to burn if she couldn’t find any sticks or twigs. She also tucked in a pair of knives, one long, one short - just in case she needed to cut or hack or anything like that.
This was going to be the longest weekend she’d ever taken - her supplies, if she had calculated correctly, would last her four days.
Four days to explore as much of her planet as she could. Four days to get her s**t together before she came back to Destiny City and returned to the war. Four days, she supposed, to determine if she wished to continue fighting for Order or seek corruption into the Negaverse, because if she couldn’t reconcile her increasing feeling that on the whole and with only a few exceptions Order was not fighting the same battle Chaos was, she would not remain a part of it.
Four days to determine the rest of her life.
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