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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 1:05 pm
Normally, Castor avoided Hillworth like the bubonic plague. Or Swine Flu. Or some other horrible thing that was potentially deadly. Either way he avoided it. At least Normally. Tonight, he'd chosen to avoid the junkyard, thanks to a certain rainbow wielding girl that had left him almost puking out his dinner from a few nights ago. Like hell he was going to go anywhere near her turf anytime soon. Plus, he wasn't sent to meet with the Battle Senshi babe for a while. So, He'd been left to patrol, a tad to close to home. Or in his mind 'the closest place to hell you could get'. He'd just kinda hung out on the fridges of the school grounds, not really caring about the fact that HEY, this was the place he'd first seen a youma and it was also his technical 'home base.'
To bad he kind of forgotten what Astraea told him. It was also the Negaverse's home base. And by patrolling around it, Castor was basically asking for it.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 1:24 pm
Obsidian was a giving man. It was half the reason he'd been appointed gym teacher assistant in the first place; he loved to give a little bit of personal hell to each and every student. Some said that was how he showed he cared. Others were more convinced that he was trying to see how many kids he could kill off by the end of the year. So, when there was some snot-nosed little punk of a senshi stalking around their turf, well... He was more than happy to go introduce himself.
Eventually.
"So?" The man spoke quietly to the attractive woman in uniform at his side, green eyes sliding slyly to their corners so he could watch her with a faint grin. "Do you want to do the honors, or should I?" It'd been pure, dumb luck that he'd spotted the kid; he'd been planning on taking Nealite out on the town to show off a little, maybe let her pluck a few starseeds out of his victims if she behaved herself. But this was a much better prize--and Obsidian wasn't going to just let her steal a senshi's starseed to give to Charonite without a fight! Oh, he wouldn't tell her that, of course, not until the end. What could she really do to stop him?
Tough love, baby.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 4:53 pm
"And break a sweat?" came the smarmy comment in return, as dainty pales arms crossed themselves over her chest. "Pleeeeease. He's all yours, Obby darling."
It had been a fairly boring day, but then again, most days were never terribly exciting to begin with. While she was taking the night off from senshi hunting (goodness knows those pests made it difficult to find) to have some wilder fun with Obsidian, it seemed a little lost scout had found himself in their path anyhow. Which was, hell, perfect for Nea.
Nodding her head, she awaited the taller Lieutenant's next move, watching in anticipation for the upcoming attack. Perhaps, if this little boyscout was tougher than he looked, Nealite would be able to obtain the starseed and glory for herself. And would nurse her poor darling back to health afterwards, of course.
Sorry, darling, she thought to herself as she smiled, adjusting her weight from one leg to the other, Gal's gotta do what a gal's gotta do!
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 7:09 pm
The sound of a man and woman's voice sent Castor spinning, quite literally, around. "Hey! Who's out there? Don't make me come and uh....get you?" Okay so, he wasn't always the best trash talker. At least not while senshi. Probably had to do with the whole 'fighting evil and he's supposed to be a good guy' thing. That aside, Castor wasn't exactly ready to just go a beat up what could just be some other poor Hillworth sap that had stayed out with his girlfriend. She was probably just using him anyway. When he didn't see or hear anything new, Castor just shrugged and kept walking. For him, fighting wasn't looking that great, given his last attempts at great justice and all that bull. It wasn't really that big of a deal anywa- Okay maybe it was. The closer he got to the imposing building that is Hillworth, the sicker he felt. It was like something was pushing against his insides...from the inside. Like when you get stuck on stage and you're fly is undone. Only worse. "Hey...uh....Get out here and fight me! Or are you just going to p***y out like some f**?" HAHA! So he could trash talk occasionally. Kinda. Not really.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 8:16 pm
His gaze lingered on her for a long moment, and though a grin was still pulling at his lips, it didn't reach his eyes at all. Amusing as she was to keep around, he wasn't about to let her get in his way for this. Hell, knowing her, she was probably hoping he'd get his a** humiliated in front of her so she could gloat over it later.
Least he wasn't the one stuck with the mirror.
"With shorts like those, looks like you know an awful lot about fags, kiddo." Obsidian laughed even as he stepped out into the open, wooden sword strapped to his back even as he crossed his arms to better look the boy up and down. "Can't even afford to clothe you properly, these Sailor Scouts, huh?" He clicked his tongue sympathetically, holding up his hands as he shook his head.
"Well. I'm no homophobe, but I'm still feelin' pretty obligated to kick your a**..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 8:27 pm
Something was off with Obsidian with the way he looked at her, and she could feel it. He hadn't been the same Obby for a bit now, and although she could still have her fun with him, things had grown...different. As times grew more desperate, so did the Lieutenants that served the angry General-King.
Narrowing her own eyes, she paused in her step, remaining behind as he walked forward. She would let him battle the little runt of a senshi, and she would step in.... if needed, she supposed.
A curve slowly snuck its way up one corner of her mouth as she Obsidian's response to the punk's insult, and she settled herself in to watch what she hoped would prove to be an interesting fight.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 8:52 pm
Judging from the man's outfit, Castor had a pretty good idea why he felt suddenly ill and what not. "Hey, trust me. If I could pick the uniform, I'd get pants like I get for school. But unlike you emo negadouches, at least we senshi are somewhat stylish and don't look like some My Chemical Romance rejects." He had to hold back on the gay comments. It was damn tempting. But, more on that later. These negadicks were, well, dicks. This guy didn't seem to be an exception. Plus, he was pretty sure he'd have to fight. "Plus, I'm not the one with a plank of wood for a weapon. Man, over compensating much? I feel sorry for your girl friend. You probably gave her some gross negaverse STD or something. Hell, I bet she's some ugly old hag. It'd suit you."
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:29 pm
A brow arched as he attempted to process whatever the kid was trying to say admist the language, glancing over his shoulder to eye Nealite like 'this is your ******** fault' before he refocused on the other again. Honestly, he couldn't even think of anything witty to retort with, this was that ******** stupid. "So, Sailor Diarrhea-of-the-Mouth...." But he'd never finish his sentence, suddenly barreling down at full-tilt towards the punkass, ripping his sword from his back.
Still, kudos to the kid for ripping him off. He'd be a d**k, all right...
The massive broadsword would be unceramoniously shoved between the kid's legs, if he could manage it--and then slammed straight upward into his crotch, if he didn't fall over or get out of the way somehow. Cruel? Yeah, probably, but today was already not a good day.
He hoped Nealite heard that hag part; maybe it'd inspire her to get a little dirty for once in her life.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:38 pm
The smile that had slowly crept upon her face quickly vanished, one eyebrow rising as she did indeed hear what the foul mouthed little rodent had to say. She had half a mind to explain to the little twit just what had happened to the last person who had called her a hag (who'd been on the Negaverse side, no less!), but it was clear that Obsidian planned to waste no time in attacking the senshi himself.
"Pity," she said, almost mournfully, as she whipped out her mirror from thin air and turned to admire her own reflection as she waited for the boys to finish their fighting. She wasn't about to get closer and risk being the recipient of a missed blow!
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 10:00 pm
"For your information its senshi of hail and I-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" He didn't even have time to DODGE. Let alone protect that which was most precious to him. That which mad him a man. Blinding pain flashed in Castor's eyes as he fell into a very ungraceful pile on the ground. Not even Linarite's hammer, Youma drool, Iris's punch, or ANYTHING could compare to the sering pain between his legs. Rolling on the grass, Castor let out a long string of curses, (some utterly alien to normal ears). He was is that much pain.
As his sight returned, Castor, still gripping his tender...parts, he glared at Obsidian. "******** douche." Castor's voice was unusually high. More rolling. It seemed to be the theme of Castor's night. Once more he rolled back to face Obsidian. This time, he had a slight rage in his features. "Was it the comment about you small d**k or your ugly negawhore of a girlfriend that made you HIT MY NUTS! YOU a*****e-AW ********!" His voice was squeaking a bit. More rolling and pain. It was turning out to seem a bit pathetic. I mean. One nut shot. And a senshi was down for what could be the count.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 10:41 pm
You know, he hadn't honestly been sure of what to expect, really. A ruthless, satisfied sort of smile stole across his lips as he felt the weapon make contact with the target, but the high-pitched shriek that burst from hail-boy nearly made him flinch with surprise. Obsidian leapt backwards as the kid started to roll about in agony, just staring down at him for a moment while his lips twitched furiously.
The insults were what made him burst out laughing, and the man was soon doubled over, hands on his knees as he roared. Too ******** funny! "That's.. it?" He managed to choke out, his sides absolutely killing him--but Castor's squeaking made him start laughing all over again.
Ohh, as though victory could get any sweeter. "The... The f-falsetto.... sounds good on ya, kid!" He wheezed, and he could almost swear he was crying with mirth.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 10:56 pm
She'd put down her mirror long enough to watch, but was completely disappointed with how quickly the battle had been won. Was this seriously all there was going to be to it? Why couldn't all of the other bratty senshi have been like this kid and just fallen over?
Nealite had to laugh to herself as she took the time to actually stare at the boy's face. This was the same little hoodlum that Linarite had run away from, during her own escapades at attempting to retrieve star seeds. Nealite would have to make sure to remind Lina of just how easy this little senshi had been taken down, next time she saw her!
She waited for the inevitable, for when Obby would retrieve the invaluable star seed and begin gloating.
And she waited.
And waited.
And waited.
After having waited for at least a good three or so minutes, it was clear that Obsidian was having a difficult time collecting himself from his giggle fit. Annoyed and irritated at being held up from their nightly adventure (as she was more than positive at this point that the star seed would not be going home in her pocket), the orange hair lieutenant made her way over to her partner, lifted her hand back, and had her mirror come crashing down against the back of his head.
"Come on," she practically barked out at him. "Finish him!"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 11:07 pm
Now, while throbbing in pain on the ground was all well and humiliating, having your enemy doing the same, only in laughter made it far worse then it should be. Castor stopped rolling though. At least when she stepped out from the shadows. She was hott. To bad she was evil. Oh. Man. Maybe she was his girl friend. Aw could this night get any worse?
'Finish him!'
Uh, oh, it could. Rolling his head back, Castor took a moment to gauge how far he was from the dorms. A bit far, but, it he could catch them off guard, he could make it. Slowly, as the hott chick was focused on the d**k's mockery, (oh the mockery!), Castor stood. Once he was sure he could move his legs, he wasn't about to running, not quite yet.
"Hey ugly and dickface!" Okay. Attention gotten? Good. Now to make his super awesome escape. Senshi style. "Justice will rain down from the heavens! I am Sailor Castor, senshi of hail! STINGING STORM!" Raising his hand to the sky in full on lame senshi pose, and after blurting out his attack, Castor didn't even wait for it to land, he was off and running, (abit funny), over to the Hillworth dorms.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 11:25 pm
The lieutenant was taking his time pulling himself together when and all too familiar roar began to make him turn, distracted--and something smashed so hard against the back of his head that he saw stars for a moment. Staggering, disorientated, Obsidian didn't think twice; he whirled around, fist clenched, and smashed it straight into this new threat's face.
That was when he realized it'd been Nealite, for Christ's sake.
Before he even had time to swear, a falsetto shriek was enough to make him whip his head around with a snarl, only so something sharp and cold could slash at his skin, forcing him to quickly use his sword to cover most of his head. Hail? You had got to be kidding him--and that punk was running towards the dorms!
...So either he was looking for a place to hide...
...or he was a Hillworth student.
Growling to himself with frustration, he was torn between bolting after the ******** and pausing to check on Nealite; the former would likely cost him his life, and it was with great reluctance that he whirled to check on the girl.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 11:34 pm
Her head turned to stare at the fallen senshi when he called out yet more names at them, and it was right at that moment that a sharp splitting pain came crashing down on top of her head.
She took a step back, stumbling, her head in so much pain it was hard to concentrate on what was going on, hard to see as her vision grew blurrier and blurrier. Wait... where was that kid going......
A small moan escaped her lips as soon she felt an entourage of cold and painful objects raining down on her from above. A few more steps and her hands lifted up to clutch on her throbbing head, her vision dimming. Another step, then another...
and then the female lieutenant collapsed on the ground, unconscious.
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