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 Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 11:53 am
Leucite watched her with a slightly bemused expression, then, with a speed that probably was slightly too fast for her to completely comprehend, he stepped forward, bringing the banner down, and hooked it behind her. He pulled her to him, pressing her to his chest as he looked down at her with a grin. "Do not underestimate someone's weapon, you'd be surprised to find out what it can do." Oh he was probably going to get hit, but he didn't care. This one... oh this woman had the pride to spare a few pings against it. That pride could be useful if properly tempered. Yes, she would do nicely.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 12:00 pm
Imara had expected some retort. Something to her legs to try and throw her off balance. Or a smack to her head. Those she had been waiting for.
She had not been expecting him to use it to draw her in.
Snapping her head up as her chest squished against his, she looked shocked and then her eyes narrowed. Not amused.
Her hand formed into a fist and came up. Swinging quickly, she gave him a right hook to his chin.
"Use it as a walking stick?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 12:07 pm
Lecuite would not admit to anyone that he may have seen a couple stars after she punched him. He reached down, grabbing the offending wrist and he may have twisted it a might harder than he intended, his eyes getting a little bit wild. "Be careful," He said softly. "Or I might think you're actually trying to hurt me." He loosened his grip on her wrist a little, his eyes narrowing. "Your attitude will need a slight adjustment, but we can fix that with a bit of training. Otherwise, you're a perfect candidate." Honestly, he almost wanted her to take another swing at him. His blood was singing and he could feel the need for a fight welling up in him. ... was it really a fight he was looking for, or something else? The feelings seemed to be the same anymore.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 12:14 pm
He was strong. It did not take much for her to realize that as his hand closed around her wrist. But it wasn't as if this was new to her. The moment her brothers realized she wasn't going to be easy on them, they reacted as well. She was no one's little princess.
"And if I was?" When he released her, she looked away, spitting towards hit shoes. Oh so lady-like.
"If you can't take my attitude, get out of the fire." Imara walked forward, poking him square in that sash he wore across his chest. "I am not doll to be used how some big bully wants."
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 12:24 pm
"Did I say you were a doll?" Lecuite said, ignoring the spit for now. "We just need to direct that fire of yours in a more positive direction, away from your allies and toward the enemy." He laughed, reaching down and patting her cheek. "I like your fire, its part of what makes you stand out as a prime candidate." It really did. Such passion and forwardness was rare. He wanted it. He wanted to mold it. Mold her. She would make an impressive weapon one day.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 12:32 pm
Instead of slapping his hand away, Imara turned her head to bite it. She knew well he would most likely pull away but he would get the point. He was pushing her buttons.
"Give me one, solid good reason I should consider it. Outside of beating the life out of you."
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 1:06 pm
When she bit at him, he didn't actually move his hand, letting her teeth sink into his flesh, he let out a low, growl, but beyond that didn't say anything. Sometimes you had to let the dog bite you, and then correct it later. "Power..." He said, meeting her gaze, eyes blazing with challenge and command. "The power to do anything you want in order to protect the earth from the Senshi menace." "You're more than welcome to try beating the life out of me though," He laughed. "But I think you'll find yourself out of luck on that one."
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2015 8:38 am
"Are you always this charming or am I just special? a**." Imara hissed out as he finally moved his hand. Even with the blaze in his eyes, she was not backing down and met it with her own.
"Don't underestimate me." She turned to her side and moved to walk away from him.
"I'll think on it. No promises but I'll think on it."
Torvil If she knew he compared her to a dog, she's go nuts
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 11:48 am
"You're special," Leucite said with a small chuckle. "You're probably the first civilian I've found that practically screams Negaverse material. Consider it a compliment." He liked her, she had spunk and fire. She would make the most delightful weapon to use against the senshi if she were properly molded and taught. Definately Spec Ops material if he ever saw it. "Oh, I wouldn't dare underestimate you," Leucite gave her a small, mock bow as she stepped away from him. "Underestimation gets you killed." "Please do," He said with a small nod. "If you need me... I will be around here most nights from now on. Just look around and you'll spot me."
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