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 Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 10:11 pm
"Consider me a mystery prize, zen," He responded, lacking the enthusiasm he displayed earlier. "You needn't dissect me for my motives - I'm practically giving you bos' a reason to assault each ozzer. Zat should be enough." She needn't know that she just patronized a general, either her peer or her superior. That mattered little right now - he was about to experience the war from an involved civilian standpoint, and he urged himself to take in every experience that stemmed from it.
Including her sudden move to seize him by the hair, which he couldn't possibly avoid if he wanted to. It elicited a wince while she pulled him close, but it wouldn't dissuade him from his earlier intention. Painful as it was for her to practically snap his neck back, he knew the devotion of this senshi in particular - it was as if every blow to a civilian fueled her determination and fervor. He would've liked to see her as an ally, especially if she was prone to his machinations, but the likelihood of that was nil.
He also realized injuries ached significantly worse as a civilian.
And, for once, he wondered if he would leave this fight alive. Would the captain drain him to death or kill him for sport to enrage the tiger, or would a wayward attack snuff out one of the more ruthless agents of the Negaverse? Or would she tear his starseed out and realize her folly when she held a black, knotted gem in her hands? In addition, Tsui would realize that she had to dissuade the captain from returning the starseed, with as much force as necessary.
Truly he found himself buried in the midst of a ********. Rancorous acts abound, and without any rules to guide them, what could possibly happen?
Alois seized the captain's wrist, if only to lessen her grip on his hair. It hurt, but he wouldn't ask her to relinquish it for anything.
Not when the cat stood so near, so poised and so desperately furious.
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Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 1:09 pm
Tsui didn't want to think that there was someone out there in this city that was more foolhardy than her, and yet, she was proven wrong by the civilian's actions. And then she felt like a damn fool because she had practically allowed him to be drawn into the conflict, as Schörl took her threat as an open invitation, almost overlooking the kiss that was blown her way when the captain went straight for the civilian. "You're a god-damn moron!" Tsui shouted, her attention firmly set on Schörl but the words clearly meant for the civilian, and any thought of this being a trap was gone from her mind as she tried to intercept the Negaverse captain. With her wounded leg, the first step was the most painful, but anger and pure adrenaline kept her from stopping in her charge. She gave another shout, thinking only of freeing the civilian, as crazy as he might be, from Schörl's grasp. "And you! Let him go, now!" Tsui had seen her allies get hurt, allies fall and never get back up, and she was determined never to allow it to happen again, and saving a civilian was no different. She knew that there was a risk that she'd hit the hostage, but if she did nothing, then he might as well have been dead, right? Perhaps if she could get behind Schörl, she could unleash her attack before she had the chance to turn around? It wa a risky endeavor for both the civilian and herself given her wounded leg, but she refused to do nothing. She rushed forward as fast as she possibly could, trying to fall into a baseball slide when she got close enough and really hoping she remembered to fall into the right side to prevent making the gash even worse. The things a senshi had to do to keep a civilian safe!
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 2:39 pm
"Prize means its something positive or wanted, " Schörl drawled the last word, the emphasis implied being decidedly in the negative. And Tsui was positively delightful, making orders of an enemy. Undoubtedly, if she did just 'let him go' and walk away, the Tiger woudl be flabbergasted and not actually know what to do. It was cartoon, captain planet mumbo jumbo- empty words filling the space between them without intention on morale or reason. The baseball slide was well done, but it was like sliding into home where the catcher already had the ball (or victim). The captain could see her coming, even if it was fast. The hold on her own wrist was a little tricky, since it would redirect his fall, but Schörl went for it anyway- she planted her knee into the goth-pant rear and used her other hand to flip his weight over and execute a throw. The youth himself got to be the assault on the Tiger. "As you wish." She hoped he landed promisingly with the girl wearing a skirt like that to battle.
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 10:36 am
Alois hadn't fully considered the ramifications of his actions - not to the extent of the possible creativity on part of the captain. In fact, he found himself both terribly pained and terribly delighted that she managed to use him in such an effective and unusual fashion. She possessed the wits to use what boons she was given as a means to undercut her foes, and she manifested it in an exciting manner.
But Alois considered all of this in hindsight, while icing a particularly painful road rash across his cheek.
Currently the only wonder sprawling through his mind was the immense pain of impacting the asphalt from her throw, and how his hands proved of little use to break his fall. The burning pain hit him almost immediately, and following that came the sliding senshi that very nearly kicked him in the face. Alois groaned from pain alone, but a mild shift of his gaze confirmed that she had, in fact, stopped, and that her fuku was actually something of a leotard.
And that her bikini line was either waxed or she was terribly lucky. Alois would've decided on lucky had he not been intent on peeling out of the battle and stand behind the senshi that intended to protect him - as many had taken that fallible route before - if only to stab her in the back with the switchblade that still, by some miracle, remained in his pocket. However, his body didn't respond with the effectiveness afforded by chaotic energy, so any attempt to peel out of the fray met with what felt like impossibly slow movements compared to the two contenders.
Alois' idea proved excellent in theory - possibly lethal in execution. "For ******** sake," he groaned toward the Tiget Senshi, "drif'e her off already before she snaps my neck!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2013 11:11 am
The collision itself wasn't nearly as bad was Tsui feared it would be, or perhaps it was because she had time to brace herself when Schörl countered her baseball slide perfectly and hurled the hostage at her that saved her from the full force of that collision. Not to say it didn't hurt at all because then Tsui would have been made a liar, but at least she was conscious and very much alive, as the pain the coursed through her leg and her body was quick to remind her of this miraculous feat. However, a new emotion began to bubble within her as she became more and more aware of the predicament she found herself in, and there was nothing that could stop Tsui from reeling back a leg and going to kick the hostage off of her. The only thing that saved the goth from being punted right back at Schörl was that in her embarrassed fury, she had instinctively used the leg that the captain cut into and thus the kick was much weaker than she wanted, though it did nothing to stop the growl from escaping her throat as she swung her injured leg at him. " GET OUT OF THERE!" By the time she managed to pull himself to her feet and save herself from further embarrassment, her cheeks were bright red and her anger was clear as day. Still, despite the civilian's peak at her undergarments and his suicidal approach to willfully throw himself into danger, Tsui grabbed for him, hoping to pull him behind her and put herself between the two. By now her leg was bleeding profusely and she could feel the effects of the blood's loss, but she had to find a way out of this mess. As much as he apparently sought out his own death, she couldn't let him die here… "Look, now that you see she's serious, NOW will you get going? Or do I have to knock you out and carry you on my back?" She really didn't hope for the latter. As strong as she was, she was in no condition for carrying anyone on her back… she'd try her best, if that's what it boiled down to.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2013 7:09 pm
Things were going good- Schörl would count this as a pleasant turn out to have gone a minute or maybe more with the Eternal and not have already landed on her a** wondering when her diaphragm would start working again from the senshi's magic. It might still come in the near future, and she'd find herself eating crow, but the whole 'have a hostage' thing was more depressingly useful in one on one than even the chaos of the Convention had shown. The Scouts just didn't think of themselves as the primary targets. Her mouth was split in a too-wide smile, eyes pinpoint-predatory, as the Sailor put Gothboy behind herself. It was completely ill-advised, to close in the step or so between them, but the captain wanted the most exact information she could garner out of this 'control group'. She wanted real, quantifiable data on the differences of strength between the promotions of chaos, and she was getting some. Side-stepping in she tried land a lash on the civilian. How far would a scout go to protect some fool? Would they really just sacrifice themselves completely? It was something that was likely individual to each scout- but how far did one have to push the tiger before one got the teeth and not the flank... The differences between cows and tigers.
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Posted: Tue Dec 31, 2013 11:23 pm
The kick to the face sent him sliding backward toward the (decidedly) captain, though he managed to roll out of the way while clutching the reddened heel-print left by his incredulous attacker. Alois had little time to wade through the shock of pain, as the very same senshi who struck him now grabbed him as a means of protection. Alois nearly lost his balance due to the overwhelming force behind her seizure, though a few stumbling steps saved him from that mild disaster, and her possibly altruisitic intent saved him from the lash.
The knout struck uselessly at his hair; he remembered the sensation from when his sister rifled her fingers through his hair at a young age, with the intent to pull on what she grasped.
"For a senshi, you're a noisome one," he replied breathlessly. With his gaze trained on the captain, he began his slow retreat backward. She would surely teleport once he separated himself from the senshi, he postulated, and thus would find a far more efficient use of hostage again. The captain readily recognized the usefulness in human lives bartered against the senshi; perhaps they had more in common than he initially figured. However, he was far quicker to squander that advantage compared to her, but at what point would his life prove useless to the senshi aiming to defend him? "I don't sink you'd want to knock me out and srow me over your shoulder, Baihu. You would not risk my head being so close to your skirt again."
The alleys weren't far. His initial vantage point lingered maybe ten meters away, indicating that the three hadn't shifted terribly far in the short span of the fight. Were he to slip away successfully, the captain might seek to reclaim him, hence manipulating the senshi's focus at her discretion. He surely gambled his odds by accepting that choice rather than skulk around beneath the protection of the Tiger Senshi, but Alois drew to unpredictable circumstances with suicidal abandon.
Besides, the alternative of powering up out of sight likely drew far too much suspicion to himself - which would only matter in the case of the senshi - and he needn't risk sudden death via a leaked identity just yet. Doing so likely put Benitoite at risk, and while he was purportedly adept at defending himself in general form, he proved far too easy to overwhelm as a short, slight teenager. Powering up was out of the question. But, as a civilian he never leaked an energy signature...
"Don't die out here, cat. I haf' somesing I would gif' you, should we meet again." Though he faced her back, Alois smirked in her direction. Perhaps she'd dislike what he had planned, but the likelihood of finding her again while a civilian proved too little for him to care about crafting something a stranger might like.
Alois sprinted toward the alleys once he gauged his distance as close enough.Chibigingi you guys can let him /flee or Ivynian hunt a b*****d down, i am open
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 10:22 pm
Tsui didn't want to admit that she may have been completely over her head on this one, and a hand hovered to her hip, the idea of calling for back-up immediately coming to mind, despite the initial shame of it all. Of all the times others told her that it wasn't weak to call for help, but found herself struggling with the notion right now, though it wasn't entirely out of reluctance to admit she needed help, but simply that it may not have been an available option for her with the Captain on one end and the crazy civilian behind her. It was certainly not a position Tsui was happy to be in, that was for certain. Especially when the civilian seemed to be going out of his way to make her regret trying to save his life. Despite the position she found herself in, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and sneer, fighting the impulse to just throw him at the captain and let her have her way with him. Admittedly she had no idea what 'noisome' meant, but she suspected that it wasn't a compliment, and that's all Tsui needed to make her snap. "Well, if you'd rather me knock you out and throw you halfway across town, then keep it up, because I think I can get a few miles out of you!" She didn't want to think about it. It was embarrassing and that had no place in her head right now, not with the immediate danger in front of her. At least he seemed to have realized just how crazy his actions were as he was backing away, and ever aware of the captain's ability to teleport, Tsui kept after him, hearing his words and almost wanting to overlook the wound and embarrassment she suffered because of him to flash him a confident smile, but he suddenly sprinted towards the alleys, and Schörl made a move to strike at the civilian and Tsui was quick to respond, not at all considering the risks or the idea that this was all a test and she was playing along with it perfectly. There was no time to think about that! "Oh no you don't! Glorious White Tiger!" White aura formed in her hands and arms and soon engulfed her entire form, and Tsui lunged forward, foolishly using her wounded leg to do so and unable to stop the pained gasp from escaping her lips. If she could just stun Schörl long enough to make sure that the civilian escaped, then Tsui could make her own escape before she bleed out on the streets. Tsui's Eternal Attack Eternal Sailor Attack: Glorious White Tiger.
The energy that SailorTsui’s been collecting not only envelops her fists, but has migrated to her legs as well, and her charge is even more ferocious than ever. She starts her assault with a powerful lunge forward, adding momentum to her strike, followed by her signature Tiger Fist motion, striking downward in an X motion and knocking the enemy back even further if she is able to connect, and she uses the last bit of her energy to leap backwards to add further distance between them. Like her Super attack, she is able to aim at specific limbs and can physically stun the limb, preventing the opponent from using that limb for ten seconds. She puts absolutely everything into the attack, hoping to incapacitate or greatly weaken the enemy as she will be completely drained of power and left vulnerable for ten seconds after the blow.
*Knocks enemy back by 4 feet
*Chance to physically stun enemy for 10 seconds
*Can attack twice per battle
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 2:53 pm
Half the quarry was getting away, but Schörl had her answers in spades.One- to provoke the Tiger into pulling out the big guns, prolonged frustration plus outright attacking a civilian did the trick. Two- a single wound did not significantly lessen the viability of her magic, at least not a wound to her leg. Three- as a captain she did not yet have the reflexes to weight shift and dodge mid-swing from attack to trying to dodge or defend said magical rush. In fact, it might be debatable as a General, but that was a bridge she'd have to test if she ever made it so far. The captain could hear her boots scrape the pavement as she was flung backwards, then fell forward onto her knees . It was better then getting flung head-over-heels off the bridge, but she couldn't quite breath or move. She just waited, quelling any rise of panic from the stunned diaphragm and lack of response from her limbs. Wait. Occupy panic.
ate, bait, abate, crate, date, eight, fate, gait, gate, grate, great, hate, late...
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 8:37 am
Alois hadn't expected it, but he heard her declaration for her magic and the visceral impact soon afterward, causing him to jerk slightly in his run. The misanthrope didn't bother to stifle the smile that threatened to spread across his features. Instead, he gave in to a whistling, wheezy laugh, born out of both excitement and breathlessness. Smoking never treated him well in these instances, and he doubled over with his hands on his knees in pause while he gathered himself.
Maybe someday, that blonde captain and Bischofite might crack jokes about the Glorious White Tiger, but that day proved far off unless she managed to shake the bratty cat. With any luck, if he simply lingered just beyond the fight, the Tiger Senshi might lose steam and flounce out. A long shot, perhaps; the girl had a lot of stamina when they first encountered each other at the convention. But he had Xenotime to deal with her back then, didn't he?
Now recovered from his laughing fit and subsequent smoking handicap, Alois elected to hoist himself atop Taco King's dumpster, and use the locked bar as an improvised footrest. If the captain didn't make it out after their battle subsided, it was of little consequence. But if she did? She'd learn a little more of the civilian she just threw around.
But he had no intention of waiting forever, for his face stung with the recently recognized road rash, and suffering the fate of a ragdoll did nothing for his joints.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 12:01 am
The moment that effects of her own spell wore off, Tsui couldn't stop the pained cry from escaping her lips when she landed, and there was no way to deny that Schörl had really, really ******** her up with that whip of hers. She made the mistake of landing on the wrong leg and the pain that shot through her entire body made it clear that she wouldn't last much longer in this fight. While the Negaverse captain was grounded, she took one glance at her leg and she did NOT like what she saw… that was a lot of blood! She didn't want to retreat. She wanted to keep fighting. She wanted to let Schörl know that she wasn't playing around, but she couldn't ignore the amount of blood that pooled from her thigh and soaked her white and grey striped fur, nor the growing weakness that was spreading throughout her small frame, as though the strength granted to her from henshining up wasn't enough to keep her standing for much longer. By the time the civilian had chosen to flee, Tsui rose to her feet, and immediately regretted it when the world around her spun. "s**t…" It took everything for Tsui not to go crashing back down, because she knew that the moment she let up and stopped running, the Negaverse captain would catch up with her and end her life. Maybe it was cowardice, or maybe it was common sense, but Tsui didn't want to die. Not for that civilian. Not for anyone… she wasn't going to die here. "Better… be seen a coward then dead…" Tsui told herself with a pained hissed, forcing herself into a limping run and running in a different direction that the civilian. With any luck, Schörl would remain down for a little while longer, giving not only herself but the crazy civilian time to escape. With a pained gasp, the Tiger senshi limped away as fast as she could, waiting for a moment she could hide and power down to get off of the captain's radar. It was shameful to be retreating like this, but she couldn't die… not here, not like this. "s**t… s**t…" Strickenized Before she bleeds to death!
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 5:51 pm
The rhyming game was dumb but it worked for getting her instincts of panic buried beneath her higher-level annoyance at something so simplistic and ridiculous. Seconds ticked by and the tiger didn't press for her throat- the captain was open, immobile, defenseless. There was the sound of running echoing running and wheezing. When she could lift her eyes, she could see the barest glints of far light off of the Eternal's uniform. She had a choice- Chase the eternal to try to press for some sort of 'greater' conclusion, which was counter to the point of the whole thing being an exploratory exercise, or she could try her hand at tracking down that curiously informed civilian whose steps were no longer echos but absent. Tsui I can hunt again by feel, by her aura. She's my litmus, I don't want her dead. I want to play with her plenty more and more and more... Schörl pushed up to her feet, teetered on a heel once and then started up to a higher vantage to get a good look around- starting with the first direction he'd run. McWheezy couldn't have gotten far comparatively in that amount of time.She looked around, hopping the nearest rooves and looking what was near- a few closed or derelict businesses but with lights on. Humans gravitated towards places with light or where other humans tended to go- they 'followed paths' out of instinct. So she took that heading. Rasps soft on the air to her ears, nearing and slowing to a walk, Schörl cooed, "Come on out, my pickle-faced, consumptive Mary Jaaane. You can't run fast enough." ChibiGingi Thank you for doing the battle, Gingi. Schörl loves you Tsui, long time.
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 7:51 pm
"Pickle-faced?" He called questioningly from his perch atop the dumpster. Alois mulled over the insult, or perhaps endearment given her singsong tones, and ultimately considered it a step above the unwanted complements he received from Ate some time ago. The plainclothes general soon probed his pockets for another cigarette, easily located, and pursed it between his lips while he readied another match. After striking it against the sole of his shoe, Alois lit his cancer stick and discarded the still-burning match off the side of the dumpster. "Captain, you demonstrate a great deal of skill and creativity in battle. But I wonder if zat mous' of yours will get you shot someday. No amount of skill or power dodges bullets, you know - unless you get lucky wis' a teleport."
After taking a drag, Alois manipulated the smoke into a practiced 'o' shape, and watched it with passing interest as it dissipated into the deep night sky. "And to be honest, I was never zat curious about ze Tiger Senshi's panties." His upper lip curled slightly, but he flattened his affect after some difficulty.
"I suppose you want to know, now, why I am aware of ze tiers of senshi and officer alike. Similarly, you will want to know how I came across ze common quota taxed by ze Negaverse. If not zat, zen you'll probably intend to drain or kill me, whichever suits your means. Which is fine - if you can accept ze consequences." From what Alois gathered in their short and complicated meeting, this blonde captain possessed quite the analytical mind - both on the fly and in more meditated settings. She likely pieced together the meaning behind his strange wealth of information long before he finished his sentences, and his future actions amounted to more a confirmation of her conclusion than an actual surprise.
So be it, he figured. After removing the cigarette from his mouth and balancing it delicately against the pole barring access to the dumpster, Alois relinquished his visage as a civilian to the more foreboding and feral look of Bischofite. To his welcome surprise, no Order signatures lingered in the area. The Tiger Senshi must've retreated, though he never identified her as one to back down from a fight. Perhaps self-preservation finally overwhelmed her pride.
The general aimed a sidelong glance at the blonde (and now irrevocably identified) captain, and he approached with fingers steepled together. "Tell me your name, Captain."
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 2:53 pm
"A clever tongue gets a lover further than a pretty one," She was not worried about bullets or dodging them- it hadn't seemed a part of the threat set of what they all faced, unless they all really wanted to play cops and robbers with the fuzz. Good grief is he really smoking that s**t brand? What a waste of time, money and cancer cells.He was going on about exactly the subjects of her curiosity, so she didn't waste words on demand or play. He would get to the point- and he did. A General without a doubt, but rank aside they'd been words that had no business uttered around senshi ears. It was a hard driven battle between her personal inclinations to slap him silly and the inefficiency revealing her intentions of any sort would be in seeing her job as a SpecOps investigating another (apparently) officer to its proper end. "Schörl. Do I get the pleasure of the General's?" Unless you really want to be General Gurke.
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 7:43 pm
"What lovers do you expect to find wis' senshi?" The general scrutinized her form with more objective notes - the efficacy of her uniform in battle, her weapon, and the means by which her hair was reined in. He knew he took the literal route, but with no able comeback in rhetoric alone, it was the only possibility; being bested by a captain in talk alone proved dismal at most.
In request to his name, he provided it without argument. "Bischofite," he returned as his steepled fingers still lingered. "Forget ranks for now - I dislike hierarchy. Schörl is a name easier on ze tongue, at least. Tausend Mal besser als Amesyst oder Erysrite. But I must ask, Schörl - do you always let your enemy escape in favor of pursuing a civilian? Or am I just special?" Though he suspected that the information he divulged did indeed whet her curiosity, the captain successfully held her own against an eternal and even secured the upper hand - to squander that, even with the presence of an anomaly like himself, sounded like a poor decision.
Fully lacing his fingers together, the Saarlander officer continued. "I'f fought her before - ze Tiger Senshi - at ze convention. She is hardheaded, I noticed, and not terribly bright beyond ze obvious solutions. It's curious zat she survived for zis long. Had I not distracted you wis' my wayward antics, fun as zey were, we would'f been rid of her by now."Ivynian A thousand times better than Amethyst or Erythrite
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