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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 8:42 pm
Usually, Castor wouldn't do much. That is to say, he would do nothing at all. At least patrolling wise. His last encounter with the 'evil' in Destony City had left him kind of, how did one say, ah yes, as a failure. Basically, he had botched up what he was supposed to do and the bad guys won the day. Very much unlike the cartoons he had watched as a kid in where the good guys one. For a while it made him think if he was doing good. And considering he had done some pretty good things as a senshi, (such as beating up some petty thieves downtown), he thought he was pretty darn good in a vigilante sort of sense.
Regardless.
He wasn't doing anything. Well, ye, he was playing his panflute, but, other then that, Castor was just lazing about Destiny City Market Square like some college aged hippy, (you know, the ones that just played for money and smelt like something from the sewer). It's not like anyone was bothering him. The Market square was empty at this time of night, and it was highly unlikely anyone would bother an awkwardly dressed teen playing a panflute of all things.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 9:26 pm
All right, time to get a midnight snack.
Lieutenant Torbernite (seriously what a mouthful, he preferred just 'Toby'), scanned the marketplace quickly. A couple of stalls were still left, innocently ownerless, maybe he could snatch something - an apple or two? - from them to satisfy his somewhat gnawing stomach.
He liked it at this time of evening: it was dark (the best kind of dark, the quiet type, not the usual type involving squabbling co-workers and the sort), and the sound of his feet tapping against the pavement was oddly in rhythm to the music in the background.
... wait what? Music!?
His first thought was 'Wow I finally got my own background music!' followed by a rhetorical 'Dude, if you got your own music, do you think it would be the panpipes?'.
Sure enough in the vague city lights he could make out a someone's silhouette. They seemed rather oblivious to all the ruckus they might be causing any voyeuristic aliens, and he, being the kind, sincere person he (sometimes) was, thought he might enlighten them about that.
Well rather, Toby got about a few steps in, and got distracted by something. Streamline, glimmering in the moonlight, as if outlined by the facet of a million stars. So thin, and supple at the same time, carved to the grace of a goddess.
He had to have the panflute!! It would look amazing in his little (but growing) collection, next to the glass marbles and paperweight hourglass, the things he could do with it...!
Ok, reality check here Toby, he thought to himself, I have a problem. Obviously someone has my future panpipes. And oh god, as his eyes adjusted more to the darkness, it was his worst nightmare: a senshi. Dear lord if he tried to confront one of them, they would probably spout super long lines of graet justice at him and he'd never get what he went out for. In times like these, it was good to resort to the small blessings his job gave him.
He searched in his pockets. Ok, a nickle and his... orb. Clearly the nickle was of greater value, and desperate times called for desperate measures (seriously was the Negaverse in such a budget cut these days?). With dexterity that would make a professional juggler jealous, he carefully sighted the other...
.. and chucked the orb at them, aiming for their head. Well, if it didn't hurt them, it would at least distract them.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 9:35 pm
Minding his own business, Castor didn't really care about the common passerby. Mostly they were some college dudes half drunk or some old ladies getting cat food. mainly old ladies, which weren't really a threat, (unless you were allergic to that weird old lady smell they had). And in his defense, Castor didn't expect anyone to bother him. Which made the feeling of something solid colliding into his head a very sharp surprise.
"JESUS CHRIST!" Rolling off the bench, (and falling onto cold pavement), Castor rubbed the side of his head which no doubt, was forming a bump. Looking below him was...Seriously? It was a dragonball. The ones you got a chinese thrift shops. One that really hurt too apparently. And slowly, looking up, he saw a guy dressed in what looked like a rejected video game character costume. "Dude." getting up, he held out the dragonball. "Seriously. Seriously dude. If I suck that bad at playing just tell me. Jesus."
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 9:54 pm
Oh, damn. It seemed he either needed to get a bigger ball or throw harder: he'll have to ask for one on his next raise or something. Well on the bright side, it seemed that the other hadn't recovered from the hit enough to figure out that he was clearly evil (clearly, if he hadn't mangled his costume on week 1 of duties), so time to resort to plan two.
Feigning embarrassment, he put one hand behind his back, coughing with the other. "Ahh ummm sorry about that! I often like to wander in the moonlight and throw stuff into the air, I'll just pick that up and go on my merry- oh my god you're a MALE SENSHI?"
Crap. He hadn't meant to say that revelation out loud.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 10:01 pm
Even if the guy hadn't mentioned the fact he was your know, a guy senshi, castor would still be angry at him. But maybe not as angry as he was now. "No. I just like dressing like this and hanging out after dark. I mean seriously." He pulled on his shorts. "You think I LIKE dressing like a homo? Even if it is comfortable." He rubbed his tiara gently. At the very least, he was comfortable, and it didn't itch like his school uniform. But that was a whole nothing issue.
"Besides dude I- WAIT." He looked at the guys outfit. It seemed slightly familiar. "Are you like...one of those negadudes?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 10:16 pm
"What me?!" Crap, think of an excuse think of an excuse... "NO! Um.. well.. kinda.... not really." He finished lamely.
Oh great, this did not bode well. He stiffened, ready for fight or flee - no WAIT - he still didn't get what he came out for!
There it was, still glistening in the moonlight, blighted by the other's touch, calling to him, asking him to rescue it. He would have to distract the senshi to get to his real target.
"ANYWAY, I think that costume looks sharp, um, yes. I mean its not as lame as those stupid Meadowview High Uniforms at least right?" Honestly, nothing could possibly be as bad as the uniforms he had to endure in the scant few days he actually attended school. He slowly inched his hands up defensively, hoping it would suggest neutrality.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 10:33 pm
"Either you are, or you aren't. I mean. Hold on. You knew what I was talking about so you must be one of them!" This accusation was made complete with the traditional accusatory finger point and generic yell of "AH-HA!" Who said Castor didn't have brains and class? Well, nobody given he was kinda a senshi and most people ran away, but that aside! He had chance to get one of the negadudes! Well...then again. He kind of didn't want to. He didn't really feel up to fighting evil. At least not tonight. And not after his LAST attempt at fighting evil. But..he was Sailor Castor.
"And for you information, I wouldn't know about Meadowview uniforms. At least my school doesn't look gay all day and suck at like, almost every sport ever." Tossing the dragonball back at the guy, Castor shrugged. "Let's just get this fight over and done with." Setting his panflute on the bench Castor was ready for a fight. Sorta. Kinda. Not really.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 7:47 pm
Wow what was with them? For a senshi he sure was well, for lack of a better word, reluctant. Maybe he could use this to his advantage.
"Wait wait!" He picked up his (cringe) weapon, and pocketed it, knowing that really, it wasn't going to help him much. "Who said I wanted to fight you?" Slowly, ever so subtly, he edged in a horizontal path, both towards the other and slightly to the side (where they had placed his -er- the panflute). "It's not like everyone from the Negaverse is bad, once you get to know us."
Ok, close enough, now or never. Toby continued talking. "In fact, some of us just want to-"
- And then he made his move, sweeping one foot into the dirt, flicking it upwards in a spray of dust and sand towards his opponent, hoping for a long enough distraction. So he wasn't going to play fair after all, come on, he never said he wasn't evil.
In the same moment, he lunged for the bench, snatching up the flute in one arm with the expertise of well, the 'items purveyor' he was. All right, mission halfway accomplished, now was the problem of getting out and away in once piece, preferably without his a** handed to him. Unfortunately grabbing the other's artifact had put him a little closer to their fighting range than he wanted to be. This might not bode well.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 8:20 pm
At first Castor was willing to give the guy the benefit of the doubt.
At first.
The negadude seemed to genuinely not wanty a fight. Plus his weapon was balls. Literally. How much of a threat was guy's balls? Wait. Rephrase that. It came out gay. How much of a threat was this guy's replica dragonball? Yeah. Still kinda gay, but not as much.
Gay ball attack aside, Castor was feeling down with passing a fight. Besides, he wasn't the best senshi, so, maybe not all the negadudes we-
NO WAY
NO HE DIDN'T
Oh yes he did. That son of a b***h just swiped his panflute. That was it. It was time to kick some negaverse a**. Seriously.
"YOU DOUCHE!" Castor yelled as he covered his face from the dust. Spinning after the lieutenant, he was going to unleash so hell. Almost literally. " I' M SAILOR MOTHER ******** CASTOR AND YOU'RE GOING DOWN a*****e!" He was going to beat the s**t outta this punk. Kick him so hard, he would walk funny for a week. He was going to KILL. Nobody touched his panflute. NOBODY.
"STINGING STORM!" Castor sent shards of hail down after the negadude. This would show him!
Hopefully.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 8:56 pm
Oh
s**t.
Toby instinctively ducked and rolled with one hand, trying to get out of range of the attack. The evasion tactic wasn't enough as he felt himself being pummeled by what felt like thousands of tiny (cold) hornets from the sky.
"Ow, ow ow!" He protectively covered his head with one arm. Damn, that stung like hell; damage assessment aside, he needed to hightail it right now.
"Ummmmmm cant we talk about this?" He tried to distract the other with words, backing up slowly, though one of his legs shook, damaged from the attack. Undamaged hand clinging to his prize, he quickly scanned his surroundings, looking for something else he could use as a distraction. He had a feeling if it came to a direct assault, the stinging pain he felt right now was nothing but a small taste of well.. something he'd rather not be on the receiving end of.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 9:06 pm
"WE CAN TALK ONCE I BEAT THE s**t OUT OF YOU!" He wasn't running at this point, just very briskly stomping. Kinda of like a T-rex. Only most angry and less extinct. Plus longer arms. Ones which Castor was going to use to pummel this guy. Alot. "You wanna talk? I think we're far pasting talking Negad**k." Oh yeah, Castor could insult with the best of them.
"You ready for round two?"Cracking his knuckles Castor raised his hand to the sky. "STINGING STORM!"
Nothing happened. Looking up, Castor was expecting something at least. "The hell? Why isn't it working? STINGING STORM!" Still nothing. he was getting pissed. "STINGING <********> STORM!" Nope. Not working.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 9:31 pm
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF- " He cringed as he heard the attack, bracing for the brunt of it.
Still bracing. Hmm maybe it was like one of those delayed attacks that required a super long spinning rainbow seizure-inducing sequence that lasted 30 seconds. Toby never figured out in the Baddies for Dummies manual he got why he couldn't just maybe oh, take them out while they were doing that? and had to wait for them to finish.
Upon hearing his opponent's rather colourful choice of words, he realised he had lucked out. So there was some trick to these ridiculous spells after all: he would have to keep that in mind for next time.
Back far enough into the darkness to know exactly where he was, Toby decided NOW would be a really really good time for a well planned escape. He knew there was a reason he had kept his weapon after all. He could always get another 'weapon' tomorrow, really. Its not like that Chinatown shop ever stopped releasing fake Japanese cartoon exports (though it was weird, that shop never got into the REAL fads these days like 'Chlorine' or 'Naruman, the Japanese ninja'.
Shifting the prized panpipes to his more injured hand he grabbed his only other form of self-defense and blindly threw it, praying to some evil god out there that it would hit.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 9:42 pm
"Oh come ON!" Castor waved his arm at the sky, hoping at least SOME hail would come down. But no, it seemed the forces of good were limited to one attack. At least for a while. Turning back towards the negadude, Castor glared. "I guess I'll just have to do this the old fashion wa-"
Pain. Blinding, searing pain. All over his face. Namely his eye. "ARRRRG!" Falling back from the hit, Castor clutched his face. He had been hit! Oh this was so not part of his plan! Not his plan at all. Srcambling to get back up, he saw it. That damn dragon ball.
"You." Grabbing the ball, he moved to stand, still clutching his eye. "I am going to kill you. " That is, if he could see the lieutenant.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 10:11 pm
He could have kissed the floor at his sheer dumb, luck. Raising an eyebrow at the other's barrage of colourful language, he backed up a fast as he could, clearly and surely out of range.
"And I'm glad we could have this enlightening conversation. Catch you well, um, never really!" At last he found the forgiving shadows of a nearby alleyway, and, with the expertise of someone who knew the place a little too well, he tiptoed through the piles of garbage and discarded boxes into the sanctuary of the city labyrinth.
If that strange, disillusioned senshi was still cursing at him, Toby was quite glad he couldn't hear it. He wasn't sure he would survive the second encounter with them in one piece.
He folded his one good arm over his head, looking up at the stars, whistling a little to himself in an abstract tune. It's been a long night, and he might have lost the battle, but he gained something much more precious. This was going on his trophy case next to the chemistry lab beakers he got last week!
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 10:27 pm
This was not happening. There was no way this was real. Moving his hand and opening his swollen eye, Castor hissed in pain.
It was real.
He had just been robbed.
By a freaking Negaverse Lieutenant.
Clutching the dragonball, Castor growled he noticed that the b*****d had gotten away. With his panflute to boot. Sure, he had an old spare but it was the principle of the matter. He had been robbed. Curing his luck, Castor looked at the weapon the Lieutenant had used. Someday...he'd get that douche back. Along with his panflute. But for now, he was going to head home, black eye included.
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