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 Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 7:32 pm
"Oh good lord get your SENSHI cooties off me you p***k!" She struggled in the grasp, only to find him to hug TIGHTER. Okay. Weapon? Guitar?
El. Ka. BONG.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 7:34 pm
The hell!?
Incoherent squeaky babbling here.
Bellatrix's blue eyes were wide, and her cheeks tinged a shade pinker than they normally were. If this were anyone else she probably would have made some snide remark but ummmm...Yeah, this was her boyfriend. Totally feeling her up.
And she didn't know if she should be offended that he looked confused, or not.
She didn't have time to decide, as she was kicked, and let out a small cry.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 7:36 pm
Senshi? He didn't see himself as a Senshi! He didn't have a giant bow hanging off his butt...just a whole lot of goodness bubbling up from his starseed. Yes, in his mind he was still an agent, just one with a kinder heart. One who had seen the light.
...Senshi still sounded weird.
"HEEEEEY FLUO!"
He had opened his mouth to continue rambling at her, but all that came out was a startled YELP as the guitar struck him over the head.
And then Scheelite's eyes rolled back and he sank like a ton of bricks at the feet of Fluo and Lyra. Down there, on the ground...they could hear him still babbling on.
"Awww...cmooon, I think...I think someone needs another huuu...uug..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 7:36 pm
Hugs? Ugh. Why were they hugging? They had bigger priorities, they needed to bring down the opposing forces that were trying to KILL the Black Phoenix! Why would anyone hug that filth?! Gianfar stumbled to a stop and tried to wipe the blood off the bottom of his shoe against the concrete, a deep frown set on his face as he looked up to make sure the Black Phoenix was alright. Oh, no..she looked terrible. Was she going to be alright? She wasn't...no! No, no! She couldn't be! She wasn't dying was she?! Blue eyes widened in horror as realization seemed to dawn on him, horror fading into anger as he turned on his heel toward the 'woman' he had just tried to attack. "How DARE you come here and try to kill her!" He growled, running at 'Laurelite' with an arm raised and his hand balled into a fist, striking out to punch him right in the face with a bloody gloved hand if he was able to. He wanted to hit him. He needed to. He had to protect the Black Phoenix at all costs.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 7:37 pm
It was too bad, really, that Themis hadn't enjoyed feeling his girlfriend up. There were certainly days where he had normally wished he'd had the balls.
But right now it wasn't a normal day. It really wasn't a normal day.
With her down, he was free to continue his assault, bringing down his boot in her midsection - hard. That heel wasn't a nice feeling at all, if he'd hit.
He had her now, and in his certainty, the darker shade of Themis grew cocky.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 7:37 pm
That thing?
Scylla spat again, more of the bright red blood, and pinched her nose. "It's not a thing." Yet she called it an... it? "It has feelings too." she said finally, lamely. "You just can't ever see where we're coming from!"
The world was spinning as her broken nose twinged again. How very infuriating this night was turning out to be. She reached out for Zanazzite again, hate thick on her face.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 7:40 pm
Seeing, and hearing, the call for a hug fest Kizakinite hurried over. Spying Fluorite, who he knew from the earlier events that lead to this, he made a quick approach.
"Hey!" Greeting with a smile and a small wave of a hand, no need for waving in a dramatic fashion since he was right there infront of the three.
"Why is he" Pointing to Scheelite. "Down on the ground?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 7:40 pm
It was too late, she couldn't stop herself in midair, she could teleport but that would drain her far to much. So she could only clench up as Meropes fist collided with her gut causing her to cough and gag.
When she finally reached the ground she slowly stumbled standing up using the spike to lean on. "No, everything, everything I've done, all those people I hurt. It wasn't right. There has to be a better way then this..." Stumbling slightly she raised her spear again. "Ash Strike..." suddenly something very strange happened with her granted weapon, her Senshi power moved through it a rain of ash slowly falling from it slowing anything it touched.
"I can't explain it to you, I just, I need to fix something. Everything, and if that means getting you out of the way I will." Suddenly she jumped forward with a quick jab of the spike and a cloud of ash.
"Don't make me kill you too!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 7:41 pm
Alkaid felt Nemesis as she came up behind her - the eternal's energy was unmistakable.
Slowly, she turned her head to look up at that pale face. The insults rolled down her, increasing the guilt and the worthlessness that was swelling in her heart next to that sudden purity, that need to save mankind.
How could she save them, though, after everything she'd done?
She stared up at Nemesis with the tears still pouring down her cheeks, and then she simply hung her head. If it was her fate to die by Nemesis' hands for everything she had done then she would accept it.
She could never go back to who she had once been, not after everything that she had done. She could never feel justified in her actions as a senshi without questioning herself. There was nothing left for her in this war.
And she would accept that fate.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 7:42 pm
The baby phoenix was confused by the fresh skirmishes breaking out across the battlefield. Those defending his creator suddenly turned on the dragon, while those previously attempting to bring her down were now protecting her.
The small creature decided that the only thing capable of sorting all of this out was the Black Phoenix herself, but was distressed to see her collapsed atop a building, laboring for breath. Soaring through the air, it flew head first into the massive wing covering the Phoenix's face. Bouncing harmlessly off, it fluttered a few feet back before crashing into it again and repeating the process anew.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Get up.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 7:43 pm
"You don't know what is at STAKE here..." 'Laurelite' replied jumping back from the attack. "You don't know what's been given up...but all you do is TAKE how COULD you understand." 'she' shook her head furious.
She raised a hand to defend herself and stumbled from the weight of the blow, the angle of it put him at an ill advantage.
"Don't you have anything... that matters to you more than what you WANT?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 7:43 pm
She was down, and now that boot to the midsection had knocked the air from her again. However, she got both hands wrapped around that ankle, trying to both ease up the pressure and keep hold of it lest he try kicking her again.
And if this had been anyone else, she would have gone for a nuts shot right then and there.
Themis was daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn lucky.
Bellatrix's arms shook as she was slowly losing strength in them, and hadn't yet decided how to get out of this situation. Then she chanced loosening the grip and letting one hand slide to the heel of the boot, and another to the toe, and twisting. If nothing else maybe it would knock him off balance....
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 7:46 pm
Zanazziite winced as Scylla spit, that broken nose looked painful. "It is a thing." She couldn't believe she was arguing about this it was obvious, it wasn't like the dragon was a furry woodland creature or something. "There's no way it can have feelings."
When she was reached for she jumped back, no way was she going to let Scylla get her by the hair again. Glancing at the ground she swooped down picking up her antlers from where they had fell in the chaos. It looked like one of them may have been stepped on, and after taking so many hits it had weakened and snapped, leaving her with half an antler. The ends of it were jagged, and she couldn't look away for a moment. She really hoped that would fix itself.
Turning back to Scylla she stared at her, trying to reason again. "Please! If you would just listen to me, I could help you." She had her weapons at the ready, but didn't strike out with them yet.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 7:48 pm
She grapped his ankle, as if that would somehow stop him. As if it would somehow make him spare her.
As if ! Poor disillusioned soul.
Thankfully for her, the darker Themis had something his normal self didn't have so much of - cockyness.
He laughed that evil laugh again, as he looked down at her. She was struggling already. Pitiful. Truly pitiful.
Ahahaaaa~
Suddenly, she twisted. It wasn't enough, though. It did hurt, but it wasn't enough. Themis welcomed the pain gladly, and didn't give into her hold. He struggled to keep his foot right where it was.
"Ready to die yet ?" He pondered out loud. "Or maybe I should keep you. You make a nice toy."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 7:50 pm
Her eyes met Alkaid's again, and she realized that she couldn't leave this unfinished. This pathetic creature was begging for an early grave, and Nemesis would oblige Alkaid and rid herself of that particular plague. Somehow, she knew Alkaid would not fight back, not in the beginning. Perhaps the pain would stir an animal instinct to survive, to live, but she doubted it. The senshi before her felt nothing but guilt, and Nemesis was living nearly without it. The only guilt she felt was letting Alkaid live for so long. She should have killed her, should have killed Tanzanite, when she had the chance.
Nemesis could not pass this up.
Her hands began to glow, and she pressed one firmly to the back of Alkaid's head, to hold the girl in place as her other hand pressed itself flat to the girl's back, against her shoulder blade. The magic began to eat away at the clothing, which was no problem for her ability. It was the skin, the living tissue that was difficult to chew through. It undoubtedly hurt - Nemesis could not even imagine the pain that was being inflicted upon the corrupted senshi.
If Alkaid really wanted to die, it would happen now. Nemesis' hand was pressing into her back, layers of muscle beginning to rot underneath her touch. A few more inches, and she would have the girl's heart in her hand, crush it and end that life. But, the process was slow, it was painful. Alkaid was living and dying in the most horrendous of ways.
Nemesis would finally have Alkaid's heart again.
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