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 Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 8:40 pm
Adjusting the baseball cap for the twentieth time, she shot her cohort another look.
The two Lieutenants stood on the outskirts of the Shopping District, not terribly far off from the public park. Dressed in an outfit very unlike herself, Nealite struggled to resist stripping off at least the tennis shoes, if not the obnoxious hat that had somehow successfully managed to hide her long orange hair. She wasn't comfortable, she didn't like it, but damn if she wasn't going to give Charonite the information he wanted. And, after such a botched up battle before, Nealite was desperate enough to get grungy for that information.
Sighing, she dropped her hands to her side and away from her hat, growing more and more frustrated by the minute.
"Well, are you ready?" she huffed, folding her arms across her chest.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 9:40 pm
Hematite, on the other hand, had a much easier time with his outfit. It was one of the benefits of the Negaverse, the instantaneous costume change, from civilian clothes to military uniform. Or at least, what Hematite seemed to consider a uniform, which was rather more of a very casual Friday in high school affair. The lieutenant was leaning against the outside wall of a store, slowly and meticulously winding his gold pocketwatch and listening to the fragments of conversation that were scattered in the wake of passing shoppers. Briefly, his eyes peered over the watch face, and quickly back while he stifled a laugh. Nealite looked ridiculous.
"Not going to get any readier over here," Hematite replied boredly. As Nealite appeared to have no more patience left, he kicked off the wall and strolled to the curb. This was more than enough room for what he was going to do. In all it only took a few seconds. He took off like a bullet, swung an arm around Nealite as he was about to pass her, and with a gravity-defying bounce they were in the air. Hematite hit the roof hard with both feet, still managing to hang onto Nealite the entire time. After the slight disorientation of such a high jump, he released his grip, leaving the disguised Nealite to get her own footing.
There were a few gasps, even a scream. Down in the street, their audience gathered.
Hematite, glanced over the roof's edge, then back to Nealite. He'd never had to give any real triumphant speeches before, so he'd been forced to improvise here. The dramatic volume of his words was, unfortunately, offset by the reading-off-a-card quality of the dialogue. "PARDON ME, MISS, BUT I NOTICED YOU HAD A VERY LOVELY PURSE.... SO I THINK I'LL BE TAKING IT!"
Lazily, he tugged Nealite's purse off her arm, and almost stumbled as he accustomed himself to it. That thing weighed a few more pounds than he was expecting.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 10:48 pm
As it happened, a certain Crystal girl had decided to take the day off from the tedious schoolwork that threatened to turn her brain to mush. Trouble seemed to be finding her no matter where she went, now a days. First that youma when she had run into Sailor Nerissa, then there was that blue-haired Nega-chick from the night before. They seemed to be multiplying, like some sort of dark-hearted, spider-infested rabbits bent on corrupting the world. It was almost like some badly-narrated horror flick, except the bad guys tended to more bad-a** looking, although they were just as stupid and seemed to make all the same mistakes. Seriously, didn't the negaverse watch movies? You'd think they'd learn what not to do.
As she rounded a corner, Rea's blue-green eyes caught a glimpse of something dark moving quickly along the sidewalk, sweeping past another figure, and then suddenly they were in the air, unnaturally high, landing a-top a building not too far away. The strawberry blonde girl felt both cold and hot alternate through her body as she realized what was happening, and ultimately what this meant.
It meant her day off was now officially over. THANK YOU NEGAVERSE.
"Why can't I go ANYWHERE without some Nega-idiot screwing around?!"
Turning abruptly on her heel, the currently student-ified Senshi made a dash in the other direction, searching for a relatively secluded place for her to Make Up. Unfortunately, the middle of a shopping district wasn't the most ideal place for a young student to randomly turn into a bad-guy-fighting soldier in a sailor uniform. The only place that seemed even remotely private was a telephone booth a few feet away, it's door wide open and obviously uninhabited.
Rea came to a complete stop, staring at it with a mixture of horror and annoyance.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me."
It only took a few moments, and after the cry for 'Pegasus Power, Make Up!' she emerged from the phonebooth, taking off down the street before she could even start to think about how bad she suddenly felt for Clark Kent, taking a running leap and landing in a rather elegantly managed crouched position, straightening quickly to stare at Hematite in annoyance.
"You look even dumber than the last Nega-douchebag I fought. If that's even possible," she spat her challenge without thinking, giving the dread-locked Lieutenant a dark look.
She was in a particularly foul mood today. Needless to say.
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 11:35 pm
Nealite was close to smacking the other Lieutenant upside the head for his poor excuse for acting skills, when a short haired senshi leaped from out of practically nowhere onto the building top with them.
All she could do was blink in surprise at the arrival, having had no idea her plan would work this well, much less this... well, soon!
She was quick to get over the surprise, however, and played the dutiful role of terrified victim by shrinking backwards and away from the transformed duo. If Hematite could pull this off, not only would she have information to return to Charonite, but they might be lucky enough to retrieve an especially valuable star seed!
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 12:32 am
Hematite looked her up and down the way a cat sizes up a mouse. A senshi girl, hmm? There was a calculating look on his face as he glanced at Nealite, and then the foulmouthed new opponent. Nealite wouldn't be so stupid as to blow her cover just because Hematite had a little fun first. Giving the senshi a mischievous grin, he let the heavy purse slip through his fingers.
"You might want to reconsider your words," he tutted. His good hand slipped into his jacket pocket, where Seek & Destroy ticked away the time as if hibernating. The injured hand, splint and all, was held in front of him half-cupped and full of invisible goodwill. "You'd find I'm actually quite intelligent, if you only tried to get to know me."
"And you still could," he added, with a quick and suggestive motion of his eyebrows.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 1:04 am
Oh great. A regular Don Juan.
"I don't think I shall, thank you," She replied with a flat look, eying the injured hand with a tinge of surprise. She didn't know the etiquette of fighting with an already-injured Lieutenant. Should she fight him with everything she had, or was she suppose to back off a little, to make the fight fair. Although, when she thought about it, it was the Negaverse -- had the situation been reversed, she was sure he would not have been fighting fair.
"As debonair as you think you are, I will politely decline your invitation, under the assumption that you really have no interest in me, but rather in deriving either some sort of tactical advantage, my starseed, or some combination of the two," she replied in the most calm, sweet voice she could muster, even going as far as to offer a pleasant smile his direction, "Was that intelligent enough for you? Or would you have preferred the layman's term, 'screw you'?"
Really, she was a little flattered, although she really shouldn't have been. She was pretty sure that if it had breasts, this guy would actively pursue it. On top of her already-soured day, it was making the senshi a little flustered, and when she got flustered, she found it quite a bit easier to sass the person doing the flustering. Especially if they happened to be the enemy. Rash, to say the least.
Folding her arms across her chest, Sailor Pegasus huffed a little to herself, annoyed at herself at this point and certainly annoyed at the dark, dashing Lieutenant.
"By the way, how many times have you used that line? It sounds a little worn out, perhaps you should take the time to think up a new one."
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 1:15 am
Was this chick for real?
Nealite, still yards away, sank down to a crouch as she watched the two interact. She was already planning on giving Hematite a nice swift punch to the side of the head for the intentional delay, but for crying out loud, were they just going to stand there and banter all night? She needed information, she needed names, powers, attacks, not the newest way to repel members of the opposite sex.
Ugh, she thought to herself, shaking her head as she sat down from where she was crouching. I always have to do flippin' everything around here.
Softly clearing her voice, she finally cried out (as frightened as she could muster), "Who are you people? W-What do you want with me?"
s**t.
"I mean, my p-purse! What do you want with my purse?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 2:11 am
The grin on the lieutenant's face grew wider still. "Screw me? Well, if you insist."
Hematite turned himself slightly, and gave Nealite a look of bewilderment. The senshi was still in his peripheral vision, on the off chance she tried fighting dirty. Nealite wanted him to say it? Well, all right then. This was her plan, and her fault entirely. He wasn't one for all this senshi-fighting business.
"I'm, uh... I mean, I'M LIEUTENANT HEMATITE OF THE NEGAVERSE," he boomed in his most convincing 'villain' tone. As if to make sure it was perfectly clear, he swept the previously outstretched hand toward himself as an indicator. Man, that didn't come out cool at all. His Negaverse introduction needed some serious work. The villainous voice was dropped for a more disinterested one, and he jabbed a thumb in the senshi's direction as punctuation. "And your precious purse and all the money in it is property of the Negaverse now, too, just as soon as I get done with Little Miss Thesaurus over here."
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 2:39 am
"Oh, I do insist," she replied a little coldly, "Although probably not the way you're seeing it. I'm not sure you'd like it."
Thesaurus? Really? He couldn't come up with a better insult than that? She was more insulted by his lack of effort. She narrowed her eyes a little. She wasn't sure what context he meant by 'getting done with' her, but it wasn't going to happen. Sweeping into dramatic pose, she half glared at the cocky lieutenant, bracing herself in an offensive position. "Guardian of Dreams, Servant of the Protector Helios, I am Sailor Pegasus! Nega-scum, tonight you dream your last!"
She had never actually gotten to USE that line before. The situation had never warranted it. Or rather, the situation had never been so LAME that it warranted her introducing herself in such a haughty, semi-retarded manner. She was spiraling! Spiraling down a rash path that she really didn't want to go down, and under any normal circumstances, never would. She would never introduce herself at all, much less to a Negabaddie. But he was so infuriating, and so... bad at being threatening, it was hard not to get riled up.
And that damn pathetic hand of his. She actually felt sorry for him, in the same way that a normal person feels sorry for a nerd just as a team of football players trashcan him. How the hell was she suppose to fight a cripple?
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 6:46 am
Finally they were getting somewhere.
Despite his ever-so-corny introduction (you would have thought that by now, he'd have picked up a few pointers by Charonite), Hematite had managed to evoke the name and sphere of the Senshi who'd found them. Hopefully, though, that information would be unnecessary soon enough, should they... no, when they took care of this snooty little sailor twit.
While they two of them were occupied with one another, Nealite slowly crawled her way to the side of the building, forcing herself to ignore the hard cement scratching against her delicate smooth palms. Peering over the edge, she watched the onlookers standing around the base of the building, her orange eyes slowly making their way from one side of the crowd to the other. It wouldn't do to have another Senshi show up unexpectedly; it would certainly mess up their current advantage of two versus one. Hopefully those two would get it over with, and she could return home and strip off this ghastly outfit.
Moving around, she turned back to watch the duo, keeping herself angled to watch on the sidelines should anything else decide to join in on the brawl.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 5:32 pm
The watch slid out of Hematite's pocket like a chain-link snake, and he began to spin it farther and farther out on its lead. The metal made a dull whirr with each pass. Somehow, being around this girl made him a little more self-conscious of his face, of the deep double-scars that were a permanent fixture from forehead to lip. Senshi... why had it taken until so recently to remember? If he had known they were responsible for ruining his good looks, he'd have seriously considered going after them before. And since this one didn't have the sense to accept his advances, it wouldn't be at all unkind of him to give her a few disfiguring scars to match. What was the difference between Senshi, after all? "Now those are some big words. Shame that short little skirt of yours is your only real defense."
Hematite took a sudden step forward, leaning heavily on the foot as he put his weight into it. His right arm was outstretched. A quick snap to center and the swinging watch arced through the air in the direction of the Senshi.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 6:15 pm
She paid little attention to the watch that was snaking out of Hemalite's pocket, although she was getting this increasingly bad vibe from the lieutenant. She wouldn't deny that she had intended to put him in a bad mood from the start, to wipe away that smug grin off that attractive face of his, yet now that she had managed to do so, she had to admit, she was a little afraid. Had she been at all supersticious, she would have sworn she could see dark tendrils snaking off his person, radiating his now-foul mood.
Had she been anything else but a Sailor Senshi, she would have probably cowered a little. Instead, Pegasus jutted out her jaw defiantly, bracing herself against the rooftop and readying herself for his attack. But what would it be? The last lieutenant she had fought had used a giant squeaky hammer, and yet Hematite seemed to make no move to pull an offense weapon out of the air...
What was he up to?
The sudden step forward and the rush of the pocketwatch through the air caught the strawberry blonde senshi off guard, her eyes following the gold watch and chain as it arched towards her. As it was, she was barely able to throw up her arms in a futile act of defense before the chain was slicing into her forearm, the heavy watch gaining momentum from it to pelt her in the shoulder blade. Pegasus gave a weak gasp, a spiderweb of intense pain shooting through her shoulder and down her arm.
s**t.
Jumping back a little, she surveyed the damage -- her pristine white glove was now ripped, a long gash running along her arm. Her shoulder was sore, but not to the point she couldn't use her arm. The teal-skirted girl gave Hematite a dark, seething glare, crossing her arms over her chest, an iridescent sphere beginning to grow.
"DREAM KINESIS!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 6:32 pm
She did her best to suppress the grin attempting to show itself as she watched Hematite go at the senshi. Nealite was well aware of Charonite's disappointment in the young Lieutenant, though it was clearly a good sign (to her at the very least) that he was at least agreeable to once again fighting a senshi. Well, that is, aside from the fact he was obligated to in exchange for Nealite's silence over the cat catastrophe.
His watch whizzed by and.... grazed the scout. Damn.
Nealite's eyes widened as she watched the senshi move into formation, screaming out some silly little phrase as she did so. A glowing ball of energy appeared before her and shot itself out towards Hematite.
"Holy ******** shi..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 8:00 pm
Here, then, was the drawback of not having fought more senshi than he could count on his hands. Still busy reeling Seek & Destroy back in for another shot, Hematite barely had time to hit the deck when the senshi let loose her attack. He didn't quite make it. The energy blast exploded as it hit his shoulder, knocking him out of position, and he landed right on his a** (and part of his back) a few feet away. The pocketwatch weapon clattered to the ground beside him, the chain still gripped tightly in his hand.
Whatever the hell "dream kinesis" was, it hurt like a b***h. For a split second he sent Nealite a look that could have cut through concrete - this was already more than even for all the things he owed her on - then made a mad scramble to get back on his feet. The battle hadn't been going on long and already he'd gone from looking amused to venomous. No senshi was going to get the better of Lt. Hematite.
There was no sense in wasting words when he needed air in his lungs and a steady aim. He threw what little there was of his weight into the next swing of the watch, once again aiming for her gloved wrists. All he needed was the right angle, and he could reel her in to where she'd hurt herself just as much pulling that trick again.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:20 pm
The sound of Nealite cursing was faint compared to the sound of the blast exploding near the Negaverse lieutenant, blue-green eyes watching as Hematite hit the deck, falling back on his a**, that god damn pocket watch landing beside him. 'Take that, douchebag,' she thought to herself, less satisfied than she thought she would have been. And she didn't dare say it aloud. Pegasus was definitely starting to regret making him as angry as she had; he may be a flirt, but at least when he was flirting he wasn't using that pocket watch.
She'd have to step up her game if she wanted to beat his arrogant a**.
The nega-lieutenant was up faster than she would have thought possible, the pocket watch coming at her again like lightning. This time the chain arched less, and she threw up her arms, crossing them in front of her face, anticipating that biting pain. Instead, the chain wound itself around her crossed wrists, spinning faster and faster until the watch itself acted like an anchor, hanging between her wrists.
It was right then that Pegasus knew she was in deep s**t. Wide, surprised eyes lifted to Hemalite, just the hint of genuine fear managing to slip through her brave facade.
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