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 Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 2:59 pm
Toby sighed.
It had been a pretty long day: first his alarm clock got busted (he'd have to 'borrow' another one at this point), then he had conveniently forgotten about the exam at school, and now, well, apparently they were experiencing some pipe leakage issues at the hostel, so 'home' would have to wait.
Moodily, he kicked a pebble, watching it scatter down the sidewalk. As far as he was concerned, nothing could ruin his day even more, not the pigeons scattering on the desolate street way, not the stray cats scouring for their next meal, and definitely not the strange girl dressed in bright blue and red walking down the sidewalk.
Wait. What the-
And there she was, a paragon of bright blues, reds, yellows, and practically every single other colour under the rainbow, heading towards god knows where. With the stealth of a ni- Oh please Toby rolled his eyes, ninjas were so last year - err, a night assassin then, he tailed this strange girl, curious. He would bet his entire box set VHS collection of Ratman: the Animated Series that this girl was a senshi.
A couple of thoughts ran through the teen's head. A) She was a senshi, he should probably fight her. This was thoroughly rebuked by a resounding 'Why? All I'd get is my a** handed to me.' Or he could always B) look the other way.
Having resolved this internal conflict with the smarter choice, Toby turned to walk away, when a rare pang of guilt hit him. The talking cat's words about his "lack of knowledge" suddenly popped in his head, in loop mode. It was true he hadn't yet had a successful fight, and even moreso, he had never actually gotten any star seeds. If he didn't act up now, he might never be able to do so ever again!
Having resolved this much of the issue (he would show her what he was made of!), a non-flashy transformation later reminiscent to the book of "Why Bad Guys Never Get Their Own Animation Sequences" later, and he was Lieutenant Torbernite, ready for action.
Kinda, sorta. He pondered just casually, maybe just walking off, and would have done so, if he was paying the slightest attention to where he was walking and hadn't hit a giant cluster of garbage cans. There was no escaping the telltale clanging that pretty much shattered the silence of the street, heralding his appearance in the most embarrassing fashion.
Yep, it really looked like this day was going to get even worse.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 6:21 pm
"Sailor Lyra! You really should not be walking around in that form unless there is a youma to defeat! Or some sort of bad things happening that required a Senshi!" Luckily it was night time- and no one was around. Chloe did not take pleasure in talking in cat form out in the open... but the case being Sailor Lyra refused to change back into her human identity was causing enough troubles. She did not care at the moment if some human in a late night drunken stupor happened to hear a voice coming out of her mouth.
"Awwwwwh! Chloe the weather is so nice out... and maybe there will be some sort of event that needs a senshi right then and there! Im still new to this..." Sailor Lyra said- hopping a few skips in her step.
"...It only takes a second for you to change forms- if some sort of event DID come up you could switch back easily. As long as no one SEES you when it happens! Your identity is your most powerful weapon... it keeps you safe."
"By the time i finish with the youma they wouldnt remember me anyways."
They both with their chattering were completely oblivious to the fact they were being followed. She was new afterall she needed time to be able to keep up with these vibes! The only reason she was still in her sailor outfit really was that she liked it...
That was when they both heard it- a crashing noise from a little ways behind them. Chloe was quick to bristle herself up and hiss at what she saw- she was now attuned to the negative vibes she felt.
"Sailor Lyra! Watch out- this one is not any normal Youma. Remember how i told you about the negaverse? This is one of its agents."
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 6:46 pm
He furiously shook his foot, trying to remove the strange monstrosity of a garbage bag that had manage to snag his ankle. After a long and arduous timespan of five seconds, it came undone, and he sighed, relieved.
Wait a second, was that girl talking to herself? He looked around and about for another figure and counted only two, and a cat. Oh great, another talking cat, and this one didn't seem to be on his side. Crushing any further thoughts about potentially dangerous cats, Torbernite turned his attention to the senshi at hand.
He tried to put on his best "badass" expression, settling on what he hoped was a somewhat threatening glare. Resisting briefly the urge to strike a more ridiculous pose, he put crossed both arms over his chest, as if to say he meant business. "All right you," he wondered for a second what else to call her, "Surrender your star seed now or I'll make you!"
That sounded remotely threatening right? Not to mention he had kinda ruined the 'sneak and attack' moment.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 10:03 pm
Sailor Lyra couldnt help but eyebrow quirk at the other- he seemed like a normal human. If he was from the negaverse- he wasnt the smartest cookie from the cookie jar. She wanted to giggle a little at the bag that clung to him- and how falling into the bags seemed to dirty his attire- but she refrained. Somehow being in senshi mode gave her a feeling of 'I must try and be serious.'
...Yeah like that will ever work.
"Be serious this time- Lyra." Was one of the last things Chloe said- before fleeing to get out of the way. She fled behind some boxes down a alleyway- not too far away so she could still see the exchange.
Bracing herself- she quoted the words that came naturally to her the first time around. "In the name of Lyra- I will make you go back to the depths you crawled out of!" Pointing directly at Torbernite when she said this.
She couldn't help but give out a slight inaudible whine- why did she have to be senshi? She was proud to be senshi! To have a strong heart and starseed!... But fighting? She wasnt really much of a fighter. Not yet- at least.
Leaping backwards- she remembered that as a senshi she now had special jumping powers too. Landing some 10 feet away- she stared at the expression he was giving... Glaring? He was...glaring? Ah now the crossed arms- maybe she should be careful afterall.
Summoning the power within her- she mumbled "Nebula Scatter."
Immediately the air all around the duo- and a good distance in their surrounding area was covered in a blanket of dust and particles- making pretty much everything around them turn into blurs.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 10:23 pm
Lt. Torbernite resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the typical senshi banter. They didn't see him running around and screaming "The darkness will prevail!" did they?
Well, at least the cat wasn-
AUGH. As he was thinking, the girl had had the audacity to invoke her attack. Bits of oddly-coloured dust swept up like a miniature sandstorm, and Torbernite flinched as it swept upon angrily. Covering his eyes with his forearm, he tried to brave the worst of the attack, accidentally inhaling some of the scattering dust.
Oh god his lungs burned. Wheezing, Torbernite was pretty sure at this point he had to be coughing up pink dust. God he hated senshi so much! What did he ever do to them other than want their star seed and stuff, sheesh.
Well two could play at that game. Holding his breath as to not get distracted by more coughing fits, he grappled in his pockets for his weapon, pulling out the -cough- 'Dragon Ball'. It was pretty heavy for a toy, made of 100% solid hard plastic, and he could bet his left (pink dust infested) lung that it would hurt if he chucked it.
Torbernite flung his weapon into the general direction of the senshi, deciding it was best to surprise them than take careful aim.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 9:49 pm
Why is it she really did not feel too threatened by this other? Was this TRUELY the might of the negaverse? Maybe things were not as bad as Chloe made them out to be.
Then she heard it- the THUNK THUNK and MEOWRL noise that soon followed.
"OWWWWWWWWWCH" Chloe cried out in pain as the 'dragon ball' came bouncing out of no where- and hit her square in the forhead. If bare skin was visible- a bruise would clearly form in its place. The blow caused her to land on her side- stars visible dancing around her head. "You little Piece of s**t!"
Soon after though their was another thunk noise- as she passed out from such a blow. Who knew balls were so dangerous!
"HEY!" She called out into the dust storm. "You can mess with me but dont mess with Chloe!" She cried- her over protective side taking over her meek one.
She waited until she thought she saw a human ish shape in the dust before she picked up a old shoe from the ground around her. (Ew, cities) She soon tossed the item right at the object.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 10:26 pm
Torbernite scratched his head. Do senshi meow?
Well, at least he hit something from the audible "ow" followed by some expletives and then silence. Maybe he got lucky after all?
Squinting really really hard (as to not get more dust in his eyes from the residue storm), he tried to make out any unconscious bodies lying around ready for the picking-
- when something suddenly hit him right in the face. It made a satisfied splat, and for a second, Torbernite thought that growing annoyance of a senshi had launched another attack, even if it didn't quite hurt.
Though god did it ever smell - what that an old shoe?!. Hey, maybe it would fit better than his current ones... Well at least if he didn't get much else from the battle, he'd get a relatively in good condition shoe out from it.
Distracted by the thought, he forgot to hold in his breath, inhaling another puff of dust. Wheezing and cursing slightly, he ran to one side, swatting at the artificial cloud. At least it was thinning somewhat at this point, and from the looks of what he could see, said colourful senshi was still standing and in one piece. Goddamnit, he needed a bigger Dragon Ball!
"All right," he coughed again, eyes watering as well, vision still blurred, "No more mister nice guy." Cough, cough. Would it hurt just to have his demeaner, you know, be a little more menacing goddamnit? He'd rather not be known as the 'Lieutenant who died from a pink dust cloud'.
Battle-ready, he lunged towards the senshi, with only one target in mind: her brooch, which he was pretty sure contained her star seed (I mean, it was obviously important, and if it wasn't, at least it was shiney?). With the best of his impeded vision, he stuck one hand out, and grabbed...
... something soft? Were brooches normally this squishy?
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 6:56 pm
Resisting the urge to jump for joy because she clearly heard the shoe connect (with a squish even!)- Lyre quickly remembered that this Negabaddie was not one to trifle with.
She jumped deeper into the dust- inhaling and blinking the particles away with no problems. She was just lucky that this dust attack did not seem to affect her- nor other senshi. It seemed to have a not so pleasant effect on the bad guys.
She did something though that a senshi should never do in battle- she got distracted. She looked around looking for the negaverser- but she could not see well in this dust either.
And then she felt it.
She jolted backwards once she saw him barreling at her out of no where- he clearly was just lunging out in a random direction and boy did he guess lucky. She tried to lean backwards- or even jump out of the way but he was just too close.
"Oh carp!"
... and then he grabbed her boob. Her small nearly non existent one. (She was 15! helloooo)
" EEEEEEEEEK!" She screeched- her face turning flush red as she smacked at his hand like a little girl to try and get him to stop groping her.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 7:13 pm
Wait, "eek"?!
He finally got a good look at what he was holding, and his face turned a brilliant turnip-red. "I-I-I didn't mean to do that!" He quickly let go, forgetting about the battle briefly, as he did the gentlemanly thing of looking away one hand rubbing his neck in embarrasement.
Aw, how the heck was he supposed to get her star seed, she was a freaking girl for crying out loud. He blushed again as he thought of, well, getting close enough to grab her again.
Ok, concentrate. He looked at the senshi, frowning. Maybe he could attempt to take her star seed from a distance? Summoning as much determination as he could, and remembering the words of a certain feline, he stuck one arm out, and posed, dramatically, trying to envision the star seed (wait what did those look like again?) in his mind.
Wait, wasn't he supposed to say something, like some sort of battle cry? Ah yes. Still stuck in that pose, he shouted a dramatic "I believe!!!" at the top of his lungs. There, that should do it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:27 pm
Still red in the face- she couldnt help but just STARE at him while he stuck out his hand... O carp is he gonna do some sort of special nega move? Lyra was preparing to dodge when the cricket chorus started up after his exclamation
"Chirp...Chirp...Chirp..."
.....
"....Uhm.... you believe in... what?" (THE HEART OF THE CARDS?) She just blankly stared at him- wondering what the hell that was supposed to mean. Was it some sort of power up skill then? Was he doing something she could not see?
Not taking any chances- she decided it would be best to back up away from the weird groping Negaperson. Were all negaversers such perverts?
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:39 pm
Well....... that wasn't the result he was looking for. Apparently, he needed more practice.
He put one palm to his face, pulling at it rather melodramatically. "Ugh, maybe I'm doing this wrong or something." He sighed, suddenly a little disappointed. "Aw man, and I thought I could have gotten it too. Your thingy, I mean."
And here, he made a little finger gesture toward her chest, drawing a circle in the air, trying to represent the star seed. Oh crap, was she leaving?! "No wait, dont leave- I mean. I got you now, you evil doogooder you!"
Ok, so that was a contradiction: apparently, he needed to work on his battle speeches too.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 4:44 pm
...."My thingy?" She just stared back. What kind of thingy did he want? He grabbed my chest- did he want her chest? Did he wish for a chest of his own and thats why he screamed i believe? Maybe he wished he was a girl. He would look good in that skirt i saw in a magazine last week... grow his hair a little longer it might work too.
"You know if you want some boobs you need to grow your own... you cant just take mine. I think if you take these pills they will start to magically grow. Or some rolled up socks would work too..."
This pervert was slowly getting weirder and weirder... and why did he seem more comfortable chatting than fighting? Was he scared to come out of the box?
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 10:18 pm
"Huh?! I'm not- That's not-" he floundered, loosing his composure, before trying to be serious again. "Oh come on, I just want your st-"
Wait a sec.
"You can take pills to make boobs?!" Honestly, he had just accepted the appearance of magical high-school-skirt-pleated girls and talking cats, but this, this was taking it a little too far. "Who the heck wants to be a girl, all they do is talk about shopping, and about their hair or something."
At this point he was getting rather peeved. Deciding that actions spoke louder than words, he reached in this pocket for his- ack! CRAP. He had dropped the stupid weapon in the attack!
Now where the heck would it- a glimmer of orange gave away its location, a little bit away from what seemed like a happily sleeping cat. Ok, now just to reach towards it...
"How do YOU know about rolling up socks anyway?" He countered, trying to buy some some as he (a little TOO obviously) edged towards his weapon.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 8:31 pm
"Girls do other things besides that!" She said- mildly offended but not really. SHE was a girl, and that was not all she did! I mean for crying out loud- she was standing here in a sailor suit!
She suddenly felt her face turn red hot. " Wha-what!" She said a little too loudly-" I saw it on the internet once!" She truly had- but the way she put it was just a little too convenient. The "internet" excuse never worked no matter if it was true or not.
Deciding it really was not worth pursuing.. she listened to her instincts for a second she watched him edge towards chloe- seeing him going for the cat and not his weapon. Darting forward she scooped up her knocked out feline and backed away from the negaverse agent. Her serious face was back on- no more talking was really needed. If all this guy wanted to do was talk about his weird fetishes- he should go find someone else.
Turning around- she started to walk away from him. Well, more like take a few leaps and huge bounds. Her face feeling like it might be scarred red.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 11:24 pm
Whoah!
He was taken aback for a second, forgetting about the whole retrieving-the-weapon thing. Sailor Senshi could access the internet?! Did that mean they were actually normal people (like how Negaversers were, kinda) half the time? Or was there actually some sort of Evil Senshi Lair that they went to to do all their plottings of others' demise, sing pow-wow songs about happiness and rainbows, and hop on computers to surf the net?
"Ok ok, wait!" He put up one hand as if signaling her to stop, at this point, totally unaware that said person was literally inching way from him.. again. "Why the heck would you need a computer anyway? I mean I dont even have a computer and I'm actually just a stu-"
Apparently, at this point, said inching away person was clearly, gone. Poofed. Fini. Gone like the wind.
"Just a... stupid henchman." He finished lamely, putting one hand to his forehead in an audible smack. Well, at least his weapon didn't get damaged, and tehcnically, he had still gotten an old shoe out of it.
Why did things always go so differently from what he predicted anyway? All he wanted to do was take her star seed, and gloat some. Was it really THAT hard to accomplish?
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