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 Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2018 7:52 am
She just wasn't getting it. Still didn't want to be that person that immediately attributed it to her age, because that was cliche, but a part of her couldn't help but do it. Bad things may have happened to the senshi and her family, but apparently nothing scarring yet, or else she'd be taking this more seriously. The corrupt's lips pressed into a firm line, briefly, before her expression relaxed into neutrality. "You are a child." She told the senshi. "Because you only see what's before you, not the bigger picture. Go home now, Anser. You're outmatched, and without your support, you don't have a chance against much tonight."
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2018 3:50 pm
You are a child. Of course Still went back to that, again. They all did. Anser turned her face to the side and spat dismissively. She was growing tired of this conversation, beyond the anxiety that was boiling inside her. Supervillains didn't listen. Anser knew better than continuing to beat at this conversation. There wasn't any point in trying to convince her to just call off the damn monsters, then, if she wanted Anser to be safe so badly. "No," replied Anser, flatly. She didn't take orders from supervillains. "I told you what I'm doing. I will go home when I'm ready, when those around me are safe, not when you tell me." Cybele might have told her that it would be better to back off. Stillwaterite was stronger than she was. Anser could feel it. It was obvious by the dark aura that was pressing against her body with every moment she continued to stay near her. But she couldn't give up. If she gave up, maybe more people would be kidnapped. Maybe more would die. She couldn't chance that.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2018 7:53 pm
"If that's your criteria for going home, then you never will." Stillwaterite reached out and grabbed the senshi by the front of her uniform. The corrupt let go of the fire axe she had been holding, and her free hand cupped Anser's face. Then she started to drain the senshi. She'd drain her energy low, so that the girl would have no choice but to go home. At least she hoped the senshi would understand. She would not be an able fighter with low reserves.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2018 9:55 pm
If the intention was to frighten her, perhaps to that level, it had succeeded. Anser was unsurprised by the sudden behavior, as it fit with the image of a supervillain that she had in her head, tricking the heroes, deceiving them and luring them until they could capture them and take advantage of them in some way. If the intention was to convince her to leave, that was mildly less successful. Anser thrashed in Stillwaterite's grasp, moved to start beating Stillwaterite's hand off her face with her own arms, screeching out a, "******** you!" She was familiar with the concept of draining. She had seen some of these villains do it to civilians, making them sleepy. A few of them she had managed to scare off, or at least, distract. She wasn't familiar with them doing it to the heroes, but it made sense. They probably had more available, right? There was a part of her brain that was trying to reason this out so she didn't panic, despite the fact that she heard her blood slamming in her ears and it felt like her heart was about to burst out of her chest. Anser didn't give up, even if Still didn't let go, even if her motions were slowing down. In fact, in an attempt to give herself a boost, she screeched, "Mother Goose!" Lucyal Sailor Scout Attack: "Mother Goose!"Geese are known for being great guards. Anser says her attack name and an ethereal gosling appears in front of her, honking. After the gosling honks out its warning, Anser finds that her reflexes are enhanced, allowing her to either better fight back physically or put some distance between her and whatever danger there may be. ( Usage: Twice per battle Duration: 15 seconds Range: Localized)
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 4:29 pm
Still did not let go, and she had the perks of being older and stronger. An eternal versus a basic. She gave the girl points for trying though. Her eyes narrowed briefly as the senshi called on her magic. Dealing with Encke last time taught her that you could never anticipate how dangerous senshi magic was---except it seemed in this case it wasn't much. The goose popping up was startling, but considering she didn't immediately feel any pain, Still didn't let up. No. She kept draining the senshi, and also decided to disorient her further. They teleported. They landed in a building, where the inhabitants were rather startled to see two figures suddenly appear. The inhabitants also happened to be Destiny City's finest. Still had teleported them to the Destiny City Police precinct. " Go home, Anser." Was Still's final and firm words for the evening before the corrupt let go of her. Just as quickly as she brought them there, the corrupt disappeared, teleporting away to leave Anser to deal with the police. At least it'd delay her a bit, if she still planned on trying to be a hero tonight.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2018 4:52 pm
The sudden sensation of being teleported elsewhere made Anser's blood run cold, but by the same token, it only made her more determined, perhaps because the panic was rising even higher. Her limbs kept flailing, and she kept trying to struggle free, get free, show this woman who was the boss here, who was the superhero, because it was her, dammit. She didn't really acknowledge where they were, didn't really care where they were. When Stillwaterite finally dropped her, Anser let out a victorious, "Ha!" and swirled back around with the determination to take her out. But she was gone. And Anser was ... somewhere. Where the hell was she? She glanced behind her and then back in front of her, looking back at some dude in some uniform who was approaching rapidly and looking at her in confusion. Nope. Nope nope nope nope-- Anser turned tail and ran as fast as she could. She'd figure out where she was in town later. For now, she was getting away from whoever these big guys were--
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