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 Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 10:36 am
I Couldn't Protect You??? Words Link
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 12:57 pm
Great Youma Excursion #2??? Words Link Negaverse soldier are attempting to collect parts of a Great Youma for clues of its location and/or how to revive it. The youma inhabitants of the rift have them participate in a drinking contest to prove themselves. Mica manages to place second and gets a creepy eye for her efforts.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 12:13 pm
The End is Just a Beginning604 Words Link Once upon a time, a time not so long ago, Nyasa had decided to skip college and stick to being an EMT. Her logic had been that she'd rather be making money then spending it and getting into debt. However she was quickly finding out that the money she made as an EMT wasn't as good as she had hoped. In fact, her job was becoming more of a hinderance then anything.
Her co-workers had been suspicious of her for some time. It was a hazard of working around medical personnel: they had the unnatural ability to tell when you were injuried, especially if you were trying to hide it from them. Eventually they had become convinced that she was in an abusive relationship, but she was tiring of that lie. In fact, she was tiring of having to explain herself period.
There as the problem of time management as well. Now that she was a Captain she was expected to bring in more energy, which meant more victims. She also tried to make herself available to help train Lieutenants and tried to take the occasional trip to The Rift in search of a personal youma, although thus far she had not found a match. And of course, there as the problem of medical supplies. As a medic in the Negaverse she was supposed to patch up whatever comrade came to her, but whatever supplies she used were those that she was able to buy or procure herself. Needless to say, that got quite expensive after a while.
Finally, there was the small fact that Nyasa just didn't like most civilians. They were ignorant at best and annoying at worst. They didn't understand that there was a war waging in their city, didn't appreciate the fact that they were lucky to be alive. No, they just went about their lives, trying to keep things as "normal" as possible and expecting other to do the same. It was particularly difficult for Nyasa to do so since she didn't care about "normal." She didn't care if people liked her and she had no desire to conform to their idea of how a "normal" person should act. She wasn't normal, she was a soldier of the Negaverse, forced to masquerade amongst the sheep.
One night had proven particualrly trying. She attended a meeting of the Dark Disciples, a gang she had infiltrated. Once there she had been interrogated about the hitman - Mica - that she knew. They asked her how she knew "him" - the idiots didn't know that she was the hitman - and how they could get ahold of "him" directly. It was obvious that they were trying to get rid of the middle man. She had managed to bluff her way out, but had been unable to keep her ire in check. As soon as she left the meeting she took to the streets, looking for energy. Five victims were drained that night and one suffered from a broken nose. Their pockets were all picked and Mica spent the rest of the night and part of the early morning arguing with pawn shop workers, trying to get a hold of supplies for the idea General Zinkenite had floated.
The next day at work it was like a youma had replaced her boss. The man was snarling at everyone, snapping at them for being late, looking "unprofessional," or slacking. When Nyasa didn't look properly cowed, all of his attention focused on her.
" And you! You're the worst! Disrespectful You- !"
Nyasa had had enough. She stood up abruptly, and coldy eununciated two words:
" I. Quit."
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 7:33 pm
Breach [Meta]??? Words Link
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 9:17 pm
Blinded by the Light??? Words Link Compared to the rest of her comrades, Captain Mica had escaped more or less unscathed. Sure, she was cut and bruised, and there was one unfortunate slice on her temple that was quite bloody, but nothing bandages or stitches wouldn’t fix. The only thing that was really bothering her was her shoulder. Somewhere between all the flying debris and getting tossed about by magic and barriers, Mica had dislocated her shoulder.
“ Could someone lend me a hand?”
Mica fully intended to check out her comrades regardless, but it would be nice to have both arms available.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 3:07 pm
Practice Dummy??? Words Link Participants: Mica, Bellatrix, Lenka, Marie
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 11:00 pm
New Resolution629 Words Link Once upon a time, not so long ago, Mica had promised to herself that she would become a better soldier. A better Negaverse agent. She had always imagined herself to be quite efficient and productive, a reliable contributor, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close. After all, how could she have failed to notice that new recruits, ones corrupted into service after her, making General before her?
Steady wasn’t enough. The average, consistent flow of energy she scavenged was enough for a Captain, but not enough for a General. Mica needed to be a General. She didn’t show it, but something about obeying commands to Generals newer then her made the pride – a nasty flaw she apparently had after all – cringe.
Her New Year’s Eve resolution had been to do better. She would dedicate more time to teaching other first aid and to bringing supplies to the castle in The Rift. Her leisure time, such as it was, would be dedicated to useful recreational activities: cards to practice her poker face, dancing and pole aerobics to stay flexible and fit, and throwing/target practice.
That had been her resolution. Now, a month into the New Year, Mica could see that she wasn’t fulfilling her resolution. She played cards more, yes, and stole more to support her new gambling “exercise,” but she had failed to do the rest. That was unacceptable.
It had taken two weeks – two weeks – for her to set up her current heist. Mica had, in civilian form, scouted out the hospital on several occasions. Thanks to her experience with hospitals, it was easy enough to memorize the layout of the essential areas. Learning the shifts was somewhat harder, but a lusty nurse helped there, and gave Mica a night’s entertainment to boot.
Finally, late one night, Captain Mica stood outside the hospital. In each hand she held a large paper bag and on her chest she wore an open backpack, each of them lined with scarves and other thick, soft things to muffle noise and protect the goods she’d put in them. She knew she wouldn’t have long – a minute, two tops – to grab what she wanted and teleport out. Hood up and eyes on the watch she’d stolen, Mica teleported in.
Appearing in the hospital’s Supply Room, Mica let out a silent sigh of relief when she saw that the night Supply Nurse was absent, just as she’d hoped. Keeping her head down, she hurriedly took a surgical cap out of the backpack and placed it on the tip of her spear, carefully hooking it onto the security camera watching the door. Hopefully, upon review, security would think she’d managed to use it to block her entrance into the room; more likely they’d think that then think the truth, which was that she’d teleported in.
Camera taken care of, Mica flitted through the shelves, grabbing armfuls of supplies and stuffing them haphazardly into her bags. They were mostly full when she heard voices outside, indicating that her time was up. Seconds before the supply room door opened, Mica grabbed her things and teleported away.
It was a tired Nyasa Freeman that returned to her dingy little apartment that night, and yet she was pleased. Her plan had been a success and she had grabbed some desirable supplies to add to the Negaverse’s inventory. It had been risky – she probably wouldn’t be able to do it again, and least no any time soon, and not at that hospital – but she felt it was worth it. These supplies were the sort that could save lives if necessary, if going to the hospital wasn’t an option and if they were used right. This, Mica felt, was finally a way in which she could really contribute to the Negaverse.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 9:24 pm
New Assignment??? Words Link
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 9:56 pm
Love Bites [ORP]??? Words Link
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 11:03 pm
Picnic in the Park at Night [ORP]??? words Link
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 11:04 pm
A Falling Star Fell [ORP]??? Words Link
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 8:43 pm
Flitting Through the Night??? Words Link
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 12:15 am
Mine to Protect??? Words Link
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