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 Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 6:59 pm
Posing? He thought they were just posing? Chronos was already panicking in this situation though she tried not to show it, and his silly comment only made her more frustrated. She had clearly just attacked (oh god, she hurt someone) the Captain, who was now on the ground, and he could only scold them for not attacking? How about him? He had no control over his body, but it wasn't as if Nealite had told him to make such comments about her.
He could kill her, she knew. His orders were to, and that was why Chronos didn't feel much remorse as she swung her staff at him, aiming for the side of his head, hoping to knock him out.
At the same time, the Captain had gotten up and had a hold of...a mirror? But Chronos was pretty sure it could hurt, like how her tiara had hurt Nealite before. And she didn't want to go back being hurt; Hero would demand to know why and not let her go out at all. The girl once again reached for her tiara and tossed it at Nealite's head with another "Equinox Tiara Magic!" All while taking hasty steps backward and getting ready to run.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 7:14 pm
Andeon was really getting ahead in life.
Get it? Ahead? A head? Isn't that ******** hilarious.
Yeah, well, he didn't think so. He didn't think so because for some reason well beyond his own understanding, Andeon's head was rolling at breakneck speeds (get it?) down the nearest hill. Who had tossed him like a bowling ball down that hill, or why, the world would never know. But there he was, just a pink-haired head and a crudely severed half-neck, rolling and bouncing along the ground like some unfortunate, pink-haired kickball. Her travelled along to the less than harmonious chorus of, “Ow, ow, ********, own, ********, OH MY GOD MY EAR JUST LANDED IN DOG s**t. WHO THE ******** LEFT THEIR DOG s**t IN MY EAR?”
Then, he rolled right through Azzo's hectically scribbled message, turning the words into little more than an unreadable mess of smudges and an earprint.
He would have loved to say hello or perhaps make some kind of creepy and awkward comment on the pretty girls who seemed to be playing Power Rangers out on the front lawn, but the laws of momentum would not allow for it. With another loud ”OH MY GOD I ATE A BUG,” he rolled on by.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:58 pm
Virgo had a hold of Nacio's arms now, clinging like her life depended on him staying in one place, as far from her princess as possible; the princess seemed to be handling Nealite fairly well, but she wouldn't bet much on Chronos fighting off two adversaries. At least Azzo was fairly disabled now, so all she had to do was hold Nacio still long enough that Chronos could get away.
This was easier said than done, as he seemed to be pretty invested in getting to Chronos.
Meanwhile, though, she was probably the first to spot a pink-haired ball thing rolling down the hill. When the voice reached her, she almost let go of Nacio's arms. Why was Andeon's disembodied head rolling down a hill. Why was it doing that. Why was it still talking. She stared in awe as he rolled past her, then returned her attention to the fight.
She looked down at Azzo, still trying to attack her, and kicked him again, this time in the stomach. Something snapped again - would that finally knock him out? She hoped so.
"Let's go," she said to Chronos, meanwhile putting her knee in Nacio's back. "Let's go!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:37 pm
They clearly weren't doing enough!!
And because of his orders, Ignacio could only watch and attempt to flail towards her as her staff made a loud, sharp contact with the side of his head. Compulsions or not, a blow to the head (especially a hard whack like the one that the not-so-smart Princess just gave to him) was enough to leave even a sentient ex-human stuck flat on the ground... or, more specifically, limp in Virgo's arms.
In fact, momentarily, Ignacio wasn't thinking. He was rather limp when Virgo grabbed at his arms, though he came to shortly afterwards. Even if he was seeing two of everything and couldn't really make out what was going on. Why were his limbs suspended in the air--s**t
A sickening sound of bile and pain escaped his lips as the knee made contact with his back, and all he could think was how ridiculous this all was. All he wanted was help, answers, humanity... and all he got was a puppetmaster and two dimwits in dresses... that were more concerned with beating him up and throwing clothes around than actually getting things to happen.
His legs vaguely attempted to kick forward, but no matter what kind of order he was given he looked like he was out for the count. All he could offer was a burbled, "Goo' help ya are," before a bit of acidic bile escaped his lips (and not much else, considering he had avoided eating).
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 2:49 am
She was almost within striking range of the senshi when a... head decided to roll by?
What the <******** eyes darted to stare at it, the pink hair all-too familiar.
"ANDEON?!"
Her heels screeched to a halt as she recognized the head of her young admirer. How in the... what in the... who the <********> would have messed with him?
She stood still for a moment to hesitate, her eyes in disbelief. She'd told the others to leave Andeon alone, poor sweet adora--
The tiara, which she had conveniently missed being once again removed from the Princess's head, hit her own head with a horrifying THWACK, sending Nea into a world of stars and pain.
Staggering backwards, her hands flew up to grab her skull. It didn't take long for her to lose her balance, and she emitted a shrill shriek as she tumbled backwards. Her head was in pain, so much ******** pain - that goddamn b***h!
The pain proved to be too much, and she sat there cradling her head as she let out a sorrowful moan. God ******** damn it, this was going to bruise, this was almost as bad as Castor's eye punch. God ******** damn it ALL, she was going to murder those two with her own bare hands, once she could ******** properly see straight again!
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 7:19 am
Azzo couldn't win for loosing as another bone got broken. His memories flashed by again, his old assistant that had died in that stupid dream of his, being ate. Now he was pretty damned sure that he was the one that ate her. Nacio, being gassed. Again his fault, he'd trusted this psychopathic voice that told him one button would let him live the other would kill him, because of that the wrong person died. Kimmie, shooting her down, now what he could only let himself to think to be cold blood. It no longer mattered that he had shot the girl to protect Melody. Melody.... Melody; poor, sweet, dear.... she was killed in cold blood because he was ordered to. Ordered to by a psychopathic orange haired b***h that deserved to be in his position more than he did.
He grunted as he laid on the ground having been kicked once again something cracked. It was the last thing his body could take, he wasn't out cold, on the contrary he was still able to think. Still able to see, albeit fuzzy, still able to hear. Thoughts once again whirled, he was sorry for making Remi his assistant, he was sorry for hypnotizing people, he was sorry for everything he'd ever done.
His thoughts continued going 100 miles an hour as they landed back on Melody. He curled up the best he could without sending more sicking, bone searing pains through his body. Melody had said live, live... How the ******** could he live anymore. A ******** head, Andeon's ******** head for that matter just ruined what was left of his will and ability to think straight. He was unstable, he was a time bomb waiting to ******** blow, a roman candle with a fuse ready to light the fireworks. Nealite didn't help any, her idiotic ideas, making him attack. His brain was tearing apart for hurting people, for killing people. Kimmie wanted to kill him, he'd walked away. He should've let her kill him. Nacio, over there getting knocked in the head and s**t. Azzo's remorse was getting the better of him. He swallowed, all this was his fault. Everything was now his fault, there was no longer an, I did it to save you. I was just fooling around man people normally wake up from this s**t.
No, this was real. Tears streamed down his face. He was told not to talk but he managed something, faint, yet could be if someone was standing right near him. "I just want to die..." He muttered body shaking, it was in shock, yet somehow, somewhere, some part of him still worked. "This is... all my fault." He was laying there hopeless and helpless, the boy had all but lost his mind. Though really unaware where he'd curled up to 'die' so to speak, just about anyone not paying attention could trip over him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 9:17 am
Chronos only realized that something had managed to distract Nealite when the latter shouted a name. Andeon? She whirled about to see where he was, but unfortunately (or fortunately) the head of Andeon had already rolled on past and Chronos didn't manage to spot anything. She frowned, a little puzzled; when did Andeon rush past, and how did he do it so quickly? And what exactly had he been doing to shock the Captain so much?
Chronos however, gave the boy named Ignacio currently laying on the ground an irritated glare. "I'm sorry, I can't do what you think I can do!" Which was technically changing him back into human; she wasn't even sure she would want to, even if she could. Chronos was way too frustrated and jittery after encountering Nealite, and Ignacio's snippy comments made it worse when it was clearly obvious he thought they were doing nothing and were useless.
Actually, she did feel a little bit useless, but at least she had knocked out the Captain. She winced slightly and promptly grasped Virgo's arm and ran as fast as she could in her heels. "I'm sorry!" She called out; she was still trembling slightly at the fact that she had just hurt someone.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 11:19 am
Virgo had, of course, promptly dropped Ignacio when he'd gone limp, her eyes wide with horror at holding someone still so they could be whacked over the head with a staff. "Okay we're going," she said quickly to Chronos; she didn't object when the princess grabbed her arm and put pedal to the metal as fast as she could.
"Thank you," yelled Virgo over her shoulder. "We didn't mean to hurt you!" Then she stopped lagging behind and caught up to her princess again. Maybe if they ran fast enough, they'd lose the Captain.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 6:14 am
(( Sorry, yesterday was a good example of life eating me D: ))
Since the girl in the Grecian dress dropped him, Ignacio was face-first in the grass, vaguely lifting his head so he didn't end up stuck in a pool of his own vomit. They weren't the only ones that wanted to get away. Though there was a vague feeling in the back of his mind that he should follow the oddly-dressed ones, they were gone before he could even attempt to get up.
Instead, he brought himself to a crawl and made his way for the shrubberies again. While Neasaw was distracted, he thought, he could get himself to safety and then get away entirely. His mind was clouded and it was hard to tell exactly where he was going, but he thrust his hand forward and discovered that, indeed, he had managed to make it towards Abstractlands Bushery. Thank everything.
With a vague smile, Ignacio dove behind the shrub.
He'd be safe here.
With another groan, the man struggled to keep himself upright as his stomach attempted to empty what little contents it had left, burning his throat. Why, why, why... They had apologized, he had heard that, but that still didn't calm much of his desperation. The Princess seemed to imply she couldn't do anything, but it was obvious she could do something... why was she human if she couldn't?
His head was throbbing, and the struggle to think made it hurt significantly worse. But he had to know, he had to find answers, he had to know why. This look for information had horrible results but he had to know. Perhaps they knew, perhaps they didn't know. Perhaps Neasaw knew, perhaps she didn't know. He was probably best off following the oddly dressed ones ... Throb he could feel his blood vessels pump... There had to be some way to make him human again.
There had to be some equal and opposite.
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 7:33 am
She tried to rise up, but each attempt sent her back down onto the ground, her head feeling as if someone had tried to drive an ax through her forehead. It hurt. It hut a ******** lot.
Even with eyes closed, she could hear the two girls escaping as they frantically yelled their... apologies? Who the hell apologized in a battle? ******** senshi, didn't they know anything?
But apologies or not, they still were getting away, Nea scowling as she continued to clutch to her head, the pain unbearable. At least she knew who they were, right? That had to be at least some useful information.
Sighing, her attention soon turned to the less than successful pair still in her vicinity.
"Worthless!" she hissed at them, orange eyes squinting open just wide enough to shoot the zombie duo a foul glare, "******** WORTHLESS, both of you!"
And with that, Nealite was gone, teleporting herself out of Barren Pines and into the kitchen of her Hillworth apartment, where she would be spending the remainder of the evening attempting to soothe away what was arguably one of the most ferocious headaches she'd ever experienced. [Fin]
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