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 Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 6:04 pm
That Sailor Nea b***h was having a real impact on the media, and in connection to that, the police. Nemesis had been tempted to just stay at home until all the heat about bad sailor scouts died down, but Destiny City was still plagued with evil, dangerous things, and there just didn't seem to be any chance to hide away and not expect harm to occur. So, she just had to be... extra careful, and that just flat-out sucked. Nemesis had to look around every corner to make sure the police weren't nearby, because she did not want to get into a little mess with the police... simply for the reason that she would not allow herself to get arrested.
Nemesis then had to resort to dodging through the alleyways, making sure the light streets were safe, and every space between them. She had already transformed into her sailor scout form, her fuku blending nicely in with the night. So far... everything seemed to be okay. There was no sign of trouble, and Sailor Nea didn't seem to be on the prowl for any 'dramagasming'. Nemesis was actually hoping that she'd run into Sailor Nea to finish what she started... or into Obsidian to get revenge. She'd woken up with a boot-print on the side of her face and her stomach aching from what was probably an aggressive kick.
She wanted to find him, paralyze him, and kick his a** all the way to Nemesis. Nemesis really was beginning to hope she'd run in to one of them... but at this point it seemed unlikely. It was getting pretty late, and as she dodged through the downtown streets, nothing was amiss.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 1:23 am
As it was, Pegasus was having problems as well, both with the police and nega-baddies alike. After the terrible incident at the retirement home, the teal-skirted senshi felt like suddenly security had increased ten fold. Paranoia, something she had always felt to a small degree, was now also spreading like wildfire, in herself and within the civilian population. No one trusted senshi anymore, and to be honest, Pegasus herself wasn't sure where she stood on it. Not many were on her 'trust' list at the moment -- first that 'victim' had turned out to be a negaverse lieutenant in disguise, then that rogue scout?
And then there was that thing with that one lieutenant... Hematite? She didn't even know what to think about him. If it was all a plot to confuse her, that was one plan that they were executing marvelously. Trying to screw up her 'game' so to speak? It was amazingly effective.
One would think that, after almost having your starseed ripped out of your chest, that you would be more careful, yet as Sailor Pegasus patrolled the suddenly police-infested Destiny City, she seemed to be more careless than ever. She had always prided herself on being precise, making sure that everything was in order, to ensure the safety and efficiency of everything around her. But since that day, things had been a little shaky, and tonight was no different. Making her way slowly through the dark alleyways, it was not until she was almost practically on top of Nemesis that she stopped, startled to see the faint white outline of the base of th undeniably senshi fuku, skirt and collar blending so well into the shadows she had at first not recognized what the shape was.
As it was, the senshi of dreams jerked back a little, hesitant to approach her, and instead taking a few steps back to watch her quietly, not sure if she had been spotted. If she had, perhaps she would duck out and pretend it had never happened... with all the 'Sailor Nea,' the 'Good senshi gone bad' stuff going around, she didn't know who to trust anymore.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 7:13 pm
It was about time to retire, Nemesis considered sourly. The night was oddly dead, almost like the calm before a storm, but she was pretty sure no storm was on its way relatively soon. The Senshi of Decay stopped running and sucked in a breath of the cool night air. Really, this was getting dull, she wanted some action. She wanted revenge on Obsidian, and she wanted to finish off Sailor Nea. Not tonight, though, whatever they were doing, it was nowhere nearby where she could find them and put a stop to their plans. Lifting a hand, she wiped away a thin sheen of sweat from her forehead, closing her eyes briefly to relax for a few moments.
When she opened them, she managed to catch the sight of something out of the corner of her eye. She stiffened, not bothering to hide the fact that she was attentive to something. "Whoever is there, you better come out now before you make me have to go looking for you, which will, quite frankly, piss me off." Oh, she was really hoping it was Sailor Nea... she was exactly the kind of creepy b***h to be hiding in the shadows waiting for the danger to pass by so she could run off in the other direction.
Adjusting the shoulder strap of her fuku, she turned to face the direction of where she suspected the other person to be hiding. Her gloved hands came to rest against her hips, a booted toe tapping impatiently against the ground. She was going to give this five seconds before she attacked just to see who the hell it was. If she paralyzed some poor innocent bystander, well, it wouldn't be so bad, the effect wasn't permanent, and they'd recover in no time and claim it was Sailor Nea. There was enough damage to the senshi's reputation that a little more tarnish on their record wouldn't make that much of a difference.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 9:07 am
'Whoever is there, you better come out now before you make me have to go looking for you, which will, quite frankly, piss me off.'
What should she do? Attempt a disappearing act and pray this senshi, good or bad, didn't give chase? It was a plausible solution, although everything about it screamed 'bad idea.' Running, although helpful in many cases (especially if you liked to stay under the radar) generally denoted you were doing something wrong. Then again, when it came to saving your skin... but no. It bred mistrust, and if this senshi wasn't corrupt it would give her the wrong idea. Although frankly, Pegasus had enough of that; already she was sure she couldn't feel any more.
Damn, she really hated introductions.
Slowly, very slowly, the strawberry blonde girl drew out of the shadows, feeling uncomfortably vulnerable as the light from the moon and the streetlamps made her more visible. Nevermind that she could see this other senshi just fine -- she knew she wasn't going to sneak attack anyone. Speaking of this new senshi, however, she didn't look happy at all. In fact, even if she had looked happy, the teal-skirted senshi would have been wary; the bone-like pattern on her gloves, the skull brooch, the quasi-torn sleeves... it was enough to give her more than a few doubts.
And now, of course, she had no idea what to say. Really, what did you say to a threat like that?
"...you called?"
Damn Nerissa for instilling this dark humor in her.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 5:29 pm
It was a senshi, and Nemesis couldn't decide if she liked this girl or not. She looked... well, what a sailor scout should probably look like, a cute face to hide the raw power behind. Of course, appearance didn't always match up to who a person is, and how they behaved. Nemesis didn't FEEL intimidated by this senshi, and the girl certainly didn't look like a youma in disguise or a Negaverse agent. In this one rare instance, Nemesis was going to reserve her judgment until she got to really analyze this sailor scout.
"Haha," she replied dryly. That hadn't been amusing at all. Nemesis was usually the sort of girl to appreciate darker humour, but apparently not when she was preoccupied with trying to figure WHO exactly she was dealing with. Cocking her hip, she moved to fold her arms against her chest, blue eyes locked on the other girl. Maybe she was trying to be intimidating, just to see the reaction. If the girl saw it as a challenge, Nemesis wouldn't like her. If she ran away because she WAS intimidate, Nemesis would think her stupid and STILL not like her. It was best to find some sort of middle ground.
"Sailor Nemesis, Senshi of Decay." She introduced herself, because yeah, her power sphere was bad a**, and her name was equally bad a** - it helped the intimidation factor... and well, it was just polite to introduce oneself anyways. "I haven't seen you around before. Do you... not patrol at all, or something like that? A newbie?" Maybe she was the 'newbie', but Nemesis didn't like to think so. She had gained SOME experience since becoming a senshi.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:45 am
Pegasus hadn't been trying to intimidate anyone, much less this senshi. She whole-heartedly preferred the hands-off approach to most things conversational, and that included this introduction. She didn't want to pick a fight, she didn't want to really 'make friends,' (that was Flora's thing, and she did it so much better,) she was perfectly content to leave those things to people who were good at that. Still, she stood as straight as she could, eying this other girl with a mild curiosity.
Keeping her arms at her sides, Pegasus' expression lost most of its interest as the other girl laughed dryly, and she quirked an eyebrow at the other girl. "Sailor Pegasus, Senshi of Dreams," she replied after the bone-clad senshi -- Sailor Nemesis -- introduced herself, ignoring how ill matched their name and spheres were. Senshi of Decay... that was pretty badass. She didn't dislike her own sphere, but there was something quite fitting about Nemesis. She wouldn't outright tell her that, but the teal-skirted senshi certainly looked a little intrigued by it, if the other girl cared to see it.
At the moment she seemed more keen on throwing jabs her direction.
"I prefer to stay under the radar," She replied in an even tone, giving her a slightly flat look, resisting the urge to snap back at Nemesis' attempts to get a rise out of her. In a backward kind of manner, however, she kind of felt a little better about this senshi than she had all the rest -- this one acted more suspicious, and she could certainly relate to that. She also didn't seem like a pushover, or someone new to the game. For someone who valued respect, this went a long way. She might have been a little rough around the edges, but Pegasus didn't have to like you to respect you.
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