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 Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 10:28 pm
Her lips creased into a tiny frown as she scrutinized herself in the mirror. Well... she didn't look that bad, she concluded. The fluff of her skirt was a little tattered, but the blue was vibrant, and the cut and style emphasized the parts of her body that she liked. Beyond that, she had a personal fondness for the skull brooch at the center of her bow. Delphine was a little vain at best, and she hadn't taken a good look at herself in this... get-up. The lips that had previously been frowning turned up into a bright smile. Her outfit was just scandalous enough to make anyone who knew her burst a blood vessel in surprise. Her hands lowered to her skirt, attempting to tug it down so the curve of her butt wasn't as readily available.
...It didn't work as well as it could have, but she was fine with that. Delphine looked good and felt good, and with that reassurance she turned from the mirror and walked to the other side of her room. She shoved the window up and climbed out, dropping with a grace that surprised her to the ground. It was time to patrol, if only because she had all of her homework done, and it was Friday night. She wouldn't need to rouse herself in the morning if she stayed out late.
Delphine, or rather, Sailor Nemesis set off into town initially on her bike, but when she had reached her destination she left the bike leaning against a building in an alleyway. She could run, or jog, the rest of her patrol. Her shoes were surprisingly comfortable, and the heels did nothing to slow her down as she wandered the streets. As the evening drew out, she had drifted from the center of town and instead to a pleasant park (in the daylight, but at nighttime it was probably one of the creepiest places in the city).
Nothing seemed to be up tonight, which surprised her, but she really wasn't complaining. With a sigh she seated herself on a park bench, staring drearily out over the cobblestone path... and that was when she noticed someone, and beyond that, someone she recognized. What was that girl doing out? She had told Nemesis that she was staying home all evening because she had a paper to write! "Really, working on your paper..." shaking her head to herself, she moved away from the bench and into the bushes, preferring not to be seen at all.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 10:49 pm
There was another whom had taken particular interest in the girl wandering around the park by herself at night, and Obsidian watched the scene from far across the street. His arms were folded thoughtfully across his chest, eyes narrowed as he watched her. It was perfectly harmless to take a walk in the park by yourself--or it used to be. Though work kept him busy through most of the day, when the sun dipped down, it was play time. Pushing himself from the wall, he took slow, confident strides across the street to better reach the park, clearly focused on one thing, and one thing only.
"Little late to be out here, all by yourself... It's like you're just asking for trouble." Came the purr, and the man saw if he couldn't circle around from behind her, clearly enjoying how she jumped a little with surprise. "Well, I hate to break it to you, but tonight isn't going to be a good night for you. Your last, actually." He continued quite casually before he reached out to snatch her by the wrist, a grin springing to his face as she started to scream for help.
"Well, by the time anyone hears you, it'll be too late for that... I'm not gonna rob you, really. Well, your life, I do want that." He yanked brutally on her arm, forcing her to stumble closer even as his other hand snatched her hair, forcing her to bare her throat to him.
"To make this painful, or not?" The lieutenant mused to himself, lashing out with a foot to kick out the backs of her knees and forcing her to crumple. He was gonna enjoy this.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 11:00 pm
She was content to sit and wait for her friend to pass by before continuing on her patrol, but that didn't seem to be what fate had planned for this night. Nemesis could hardly... no, she couldn't believe her eyes as a young man appeared next to her friend and began to assault her. She was too far to hear what was being said, but she could see the fear on her friend's face, see how this man was handling her. Normally, she wouldn't be so quick to rouse to action, Nemesis favoring caution over flat-out stupidity. But she knew this girl, and as her friend screamed she stopped thinking and started acting.
"STOP!" she yelled as she ran out onto the pathway. It wasn't the most graceful of entrances, nor the smartest, but that could be excused, because her friend was in danger, and if she didn't do something now it could be too late. Her hair was a little mussed from having ducked behind the bushes earlier, and her thigh had gotten scratched by a twig, but she had a look of determination on her face. She wasn't back down, no matter how STUPID she was acting.
"Don't you dare hurt her!" Nemesis hadn't really had an opportunity to actually fight before, and she felt awkward, really had no clue what she was doing, and it unsettled her. "If you do, I, Sailor Nemesis, will break you apart, piece by piece!" and there was that fierce look of determination, that resolve to attack, to hurt this guy who had dared to frighten her friend so, had dared to do serious harm to her!
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 11:25 pm
And who the hell was this? Obsidian's face snapped up to take in the pale girl clad in blue and black, not even bothering to hide a grin as he took in the little skulls that seemed to be the main theme of her outfit. Senshi...? Had to be--there was that cheesy introduction. "That's cute." He laughed, winding his fingers more tightly within the girl's hair, yanking hard enough that she let out a sharp cry of pain that quickly dissolved into dry sobs. "Whoops, my finger slipped. Seem to be in one piece though, don't worry, Nemesis." This was one hell of a catch, better than some girl.
Obsidian threw her aside without warning, ignoring as she hit the ground and scrambled to her feet, probably to bolt straight for home. She was insignificant now; there was a much better prize to be had. "You wanna dance?" He grinned, cracking his neck as he rolled his shoulders before he reached up and seemed to grasp at thin air. The wooden hilt of his sword suddenly materialized in his hand, and with a sharp tug, the rest of the blade was pulled from some invisible slit between dimensions, the tip dropping to the grass.
"Don't worry." Obsidian's grin widened, if possible. "I'll make this painful." And then he was running full tilt at her, flexing his wrist before he swung the blade as hard as he could to try and slam it into one of those pretty little sides of hers.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 11:39 pm
Her eyes narrowed, and she really wished her friend would stop crying, because it was only pissing her off more that she was being hurt enough TO cry. That was it, she was going to rip this guy apart until he was left sobbing from the pain she inflicted on him. Nemesis lost focus on her school friend, her attention honing in on the red-haired man only a few yards away from her. She was going to make him pay, and not just because he had harmed some innocent girl that she happened to know, but because he had also insulted her, and she did not taking being insulted kindly.
"Yeah, I kinda do!" she replied with a smirk as her hands closed into fists. Nemesis really had no idea what she was doing, but she had some knowledge in the area that closed fists did more damage than open ones. Her eyes widened briefly as a large wooden sword materialized, only to be used by her opponent. Well, that was a bit of bad luck for her, she was sorely lacking a weapon. With that realization, she cursed underneath her breath in a way that schoolgirls probably shouldn't, and met him in his charge.
Her heel dug back into the stones, using that to propel herself forward to meet him. The reach of his sword, to her misjudgment, was further than the reach of her arm, and as she went to punch him she instead felt the hard side of his blade strike into her side. Nemesis gasped from the unexpected pain and stumbled sideways to try evade another assault like that. "You p***k!" she exclaimed in pain and surprise (from feeling that pain). She clutched her side momentarily before launching herself at Obsidian again, aiming a kick to his stomach in a possibly futile attempt to be able to reach him before his sword reached her.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 11:08 pm
All talk and not much action, huh? He might have been disappointed with how easy it was to hit her, but really, Obsidian had no issue with simply beating the s**t out of someone. It wasn't his job to seek challenges, it was his job to win, and that suited him just fine. Her outraged exclamation made him snort a little, clearly amused before her foot slammed into his stomach. It was enough to knock the wind out of him a little, and he grunted, muscles flexing to try and stave off the worst of the impact before his hand snatched her ankle and tried to yank her closer.
So she had a bit of fight in her, did she? Trying to keep a firm grip on her still, he tried to use his free arm to slam his elbow into her face--not exactly chivalrous, but she'd started it. Sort of. "Should stay hidden in those bushes next time, save yourself a bit of pain!" Not that he planned on letting there be a next time for her.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 11:27 pm
She had little time to glorify in her triumph at being able to actually hit the frustrating p***k before she again found herself at a disadvantage. Nemesis felt a hand close around her calf, keeping her in place long enough for her to be faced with another highly unpleasant experience. She hardly saw the motion of Obsidian's arm, the elbow being raised to smash into her face, but she felt it, and GODDAMN it hurt. A pained gasp was won from her, both hands racing to cover the front of her face, covered in blood know from something being hit cruelly. Nemesis couldn't tell exactly what he had busted, but it hurt, the pain radiating over the entirety of her face.
Her blue eyes burned with anger as she tried to shove the pain to the back of her mind. It hurt, and because it hurt, she was going to return the favor tenfold when she got the chance. From behind the cover of her hands, she spoke words that were almost unintelligible, "Decay of movement!" It looked as if nothing had happened, certainly nothing visible to the eye, and even then, it was unlikely that Obsidian felt anything. To make up for it, she tried to twist her leg out of his grasp, a bloody hand peeling itself away from her face to try and reach out and snag his hair, intending to pull it out of his scalp. The p***k deserved it if she could!
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 12:35 am
Decay of what?
Though the brutality of his blow sent satisfaction writhing through his system, he'd tensed up out of instinct, waiting for something to happen once she'd shouted out what was obviously an attack. But after pausing briefly, it seemed as though whatever she'd attempted to do had just failed miserably. Bright blood now splattered against her pale, smooth skin, and he all but leered as her soiled hand reached out to snatch his hair by the roots, yanking so hard that it made his teeth grit in a ferocious grin.
So, she had him by the hair--and now he had her by the throat. Dropping her calf, regardless of whether or not that sent them both tumbling to the ground, his fingers tried to crush her windpipe so that she'd have no choice but to relent, leaving him fully free to plunge his hand into her chest and claim her starseed once and for all--
--and then the lieutenant realized with a jolt that he couldn't move his fingers. He couldn't move his entire arm, for that matter, and the numbing sensation was quickly beginning to take over his entire body. With wordless alarm, Obsidian tried to jerk free, but to no avail, and soon the paralysis had overcome him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 12:53 am
Nemesis gasped with shock as a hand closed around her pale neck, and for a moment she thought it hadn't worked, that she was going to die here now because her stupid attack was a dud. Gritting her teeth, she prepared herself for the worst, expecting any moment for his fingers to tighten and strangle the last breath of air from her throat, but that dooming pressure never appeared. Reflexively, either out of fear or downright anger, her fingers tightened their hold on his hair. Her eyes were dilated, but fixed on the face of her opponent, trying to figure out what the hell was taking him so long to finish her off.
The realization hit her, and it was clear that she knew that there had been a shift in power by the grin that broke out across her face, full of malicious triumph. Oh, yes, she was going to enjoy revenge. "That slowed you down..." she purred, ignoring the blood that stained her face. She was at the top of the world now, and she couldn't feel better despite how beat up she was.
"Don't worry..." she stepped back, distancing herself a little from Obsidian, "I'll make this painful." She threw the words back at him, and with that grin only ever-growing, she pulled back her first, and flat-out punched him, never mind that OH GOD HER KNUCKLES HURT from doing it!
But, the damage had been reciprocated, and while she'd like to do more... she didn't have time. The paralysis wouldn't last long, and she needed to get away before it wore off. Closing the distance between them, she leaned up onto her toes and pressed a mocking kiss to his cheek. "Better luck next time, darling!" With a slightly dark little laugh, she backed up from Obsidian, turned on her heels, and ran before her attack wore off and she was in deep s**t again.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 10:09 pm
His face was contorted in silent rage as the girl plucked herself from his fingers, rage consuming him so quickly that the urge to sink his teeth into that blood-smeared face of hers. Every limb was frozen in place no matter how much he strained them, and the lieutenant could only watch hatefully as his own words were taunted back at him before she punched him hard across the face. It didn't hurt as much as it could have, but it was the fact that she'd hit him that had him bristling all over.
A muted, quivering growl of a sound worked itself in his chest as her lips pressed against his bruised skin, as though to soften the blow she'd intentionally left there, and he could do nothing more than seethe as he watched her back vanishing into the darkness. What now? Was he to be stuck like this until someone came along? Christ, like Lt. Hermaphrodite needed to see him like this--or worse, Charonite. But that humiliation would be saved for another day, and the paralysis seemed to lift without warning so he could crumple on his hands and knees.
An explosive slew of curses pulled themselves from the redhead as he slammed a balled fist into the grass, nails soon ripping at the soil as though that would help ease his frustration. He was done for the night, after that miserable excuse of a fight, and his sword was violently thrown across the park before he gave enough of a damn to get up and retrieve it. Furious, Obsidian headed back to his apartment for the night.
He needed to stew, before he lost control and did something that might not only threaten the Negaverse's position, but make him look even worse, if possible. The girl was long gone by now, and to pursue her might lead him straight into an ambush. There was nothing else to do but retreat.
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