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 Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 3:22 am
Less than ethereal sounds floated from the Meadowview's auditorium. In fact, floated was entirely too inappropriate a word. Her music shattered the late night peace. And, had anyone been so unfortunate to be around to see or hear her, she'd have been one more starseed in the Negaverse's good books. As it was, she'd learned early to bring a weak, easily controlled youma with her during these excursions. It would give her enough warning to get out without leaving behind any bodies.
Alairi MacDougall had the stage to herself and she was pouring her heart into the music and the movements. Lt. Bixbyite, however, was keeping a close, careful watch at the back of her mind, ready to rise up and take over should opportunity arise. And perhaps her choice of music to dance to reflected her current state of mental turmoil. Or maybe she just enjoyed loud, fantasy metal. Difficult to determine.
With a sigh, Alairi relaxed her control over Bixbyite. And with a shimmer, was Bixbyite stood where Alairi had, still in the same ending position.
Song change, switch up, start moving. Bixbyite could lose herself in her dancing. Only... she couldn't, because she was here for reasons beyond stress relief. And if Nealite caught her being less than attentive...
Don't think about it. She shook her head and raised her arms. First position.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 5:34 am
The noise had drawn her towards the building like a moth to the flame. Only this moth happened to be a bit more deadly than most, all things considered.
Ursula had been wandering the school grounds after discovering Audrey's bedroom had been surprisingly empty. Why in the hell the girl wasn't in her room at this hour was beyond her, but she was determined to check in on the little pest and see how the Ebaying was going. After all, with Christmas less than a week away, it went without saying that Ursula was growing more nervous over whether or not she'd succeed in obtaining her ideal gift for her lover. So, after discovering an empty Collins house, the next point on her hunt was Meadowview. Where else did a nerdy little girl hang out at if she wasn't at home?
She'd been unsuccessful in the Audrey-hunt, but the loud music coming from the auditorium had proven to be a worthy enough distraction to pull her away from the search.
High heels clicked loudly against the pavement as she yanked open the front doors to the building. The music grew louder, no longer separated by a glass barrier, and purple boots made their way onto the carpet and inside the building.
Student or not, whoever was daring enough to blare such atrocious music was about to find themselves in for quite the surprise.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 11:10 am
The dulcet tones of ManoWar faded out to be replaced by Abney Park. Appropriately enough, the first AP song her player had chosen to go with was All the Myths are True. But somehow, she doubted Captain Robert and his merry crew had envisioned the types of monsters that the Negaverse could bring to heel when the song had been penned.
Shaking her head, she drove the thought from her mind. Focus, she scolded herself. You're here to work on focusing. Not playing What If. Bixbyite stepped up the pace, throwing herself across the room in time to the music.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 1:41 am
Nealite was cautious to a point, but she was also a highly prideful woman, especially when it came to her abilities in the Negaverse. A Captain in rank, the fiancé to the General-King himself, and, oh, also the Queen of the ******** Negaverse.
That in mind, Nealite simply did not peek in to see what was going on, but instead strolled into the auditorium, her heels muffled by the carpeting beneath her feet. She didn't know what to expect, save for the chance it might be a child or two goofing around with the sound system.
When she saw the back of the girl's head, however, she knew in an instant that it was more than a mere child playing with the sound system. A child, still, but something far from simple.
"Good evening, Lieutenant."
Arms rose to fold across her chest, a smirk slowly growing on her face.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 2:23 am
Executing a slow pirouette, Bixbyite's eyes flew open as a familiar and most unwelcome voice rose above her precious, precious music. Pausing briefly in her dance, the girl made an elegant bow before straightening and standing properly at attention. If she was having a moment of mental panic, it didn't show up in her face, voice or manner.
"Good evening, my Lady," she replied with just the right touch of deference.
Silently, she promised to find her so called guard later and beat the snot out of it for not warnign her that Nealite had entered the building. Good help. IT was so difficult to find anymore.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 6:26 am
The title brought her smirk into a wide grin, Nealite quite happy with being addressed as such. Finally, out of all of the silly lieutenants that Charonite could have recruited, he'd finally found someone worth something.
Well, that is, depending on why exactly the young lieutenant was blaring terribly loud (and horrible) music practically across the Meadowview campus.
"Daring, don't you think, trying to attract a crowd in such a public place?" she began, slightly teasing, "I don't see any cohort here to help you out, and as I'm the only Captain around here, I know you can't summon any youma to help you out or beasties to control."
Her cobweb boots made their way further down the aisle of the auditorium, the woman doing her best to ignore the ruckus that was continuing over the sound system. "So tell me, Bixby, darling, what is the meaning of this? Are you trying to lure the police out here to kill you? Or are you having a moment of, I don't know, insanity? I took you for a brighter gal than that, so I'm sure you must have a good reason!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 4:20 am
So that was why her bribed and cajoled youma hadn't hung around. Well. With a graceful turn, she flicked the off button on her CD player. And blaring silence consumed the auditorium.
"The music helps me to focus, my Lady." she began. Under NO circumstances would she be the one to say that until Nealite had opened the door, the music wouldn't have been THAT noticable. "I was feeling agitated and thought perhaps some late night workouts would clear my mind and allow me to better perform my duties."
There, that was diplomatic enough. She'd made very certain that her voice carried no hints of accusation, only the same soft, courteously deferential tone she always adopted around her superiors. As for Nealite's teasing, she ignored it, pushing the seething anger at those words far back into her mind.
"There really wasn't anywhere else as suitable as this to practice in, you see."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 3:26 am
"Practice, hm?"
There was slight relief on the older woman's face as the music came to a nice, peaceful halt, and Nealite continued to make her way down to the stage, eyes still trained on the shorter girl in pigtails. She was adorable, in her own trashy sort of raver way, which only meant that, like Serandite and Linarite and all the other adorable girlies that Charonite had corrupted.... she was utterly worthless.
She really was going to have to talk to her fiancée about his recruiting style.
"It's one thing for you to practice as a civilian, but another entirely to practice out in the open as you're doing."
The Captain caught herself by this point, and shuddered inwardly at the realization that she was sounding far too much like a scolding parent. ********, she was older, but she wasn't that much older.
Shrugging to herself, she took a running start and glided gracefully into the air, sailing across the gap between ground and stage until purple boots landed with a thud onto the wooden floor. She turned and her arms returned to folding themselves across her chest.
"Humor me. I see you can dance around on stage like Britney Spears, but what the hell kind of attack are you going to do once you actually run into a senshi? You can't dance them to death, after all."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 4:14 am
A hint of a smile tugged at Bixbyite's mouth as Nealite did her leap and glide. The woman did have style, she had to admit that. And, loathe though the girl was to admit it, Nealite's question had a certain logic to it and thus, deserved a logical answer.
"I can't dance them to death, no. However, dancing requires a certain mental and physical steadiness. The ability to ingrain certain movements into the muscles so that when the time comes, such movement is wholly natural and unstilted. But... Brittany Spears? You wound me, my Lady. I doubt that white trash bimbo would even be able to pronounce Pas de Deux must less execute it."
She couldn't keep the slightly injured, reproachful tone from her voice as she spoke those last words. To compare her dancing to that of that Spears skank... Really, that was just below the belt.
"I may look tiny, but i am reasonably tough and wiry. Dancing makes for stronger bodies, you know. My Lady, consider this. What Senshi is going to even think that someone who looks like me might be dangerous? What senshi would expect a roundhouse kick to the face or neck to come out of a simple pirouette?"
Honestly, just because she didn't employ the usual brainless smash and grab didn't mean she couldn't do her job.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 2:13 am
"Now look, the girl's got talent..."
The Captain paused, quickly deciding there were better things to discuss than arguing over Miss Spears' talent and reputation in the music field (though Ursula would defend the poor girl passionately; that nasty media simply loved to tear into the pop singer!). "Though, I do see your point."
Pause.
"But not your execution."
She began to saunter forward, making a slow circle around the younger lieutenant, her eyes trained on the other girl's head the entire time. "Fighting - proper fighting - requires far more than the ability to swing a fist or a weapon." One hand rose from her chest, and one finger extended, pointing in her own direction. "It's fairly obvious that I do not have the strength to take on an opponent as say... Lieutenant Obsidian, but where he lacks in the intelligence department, I excel. I prefer not to fight, if it can be helped. And heaven knows it's the defense that saves your a** in the end."
Stopping in her walk, she shook her head, glancing over at the offending (thankfully silent) CD player. "So while I approve of your style, I think it would be best for all parties if you tried a more... inconspicuous method of practicing?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 3:45 pm
Oh surely, the girl had talent. Which she'd promptly squandered and cheapened in her quest to turn herself into a laughingstock. However, as Nealite was choosing to drop the subject, she made the gracious decision to drop it as well. No sense in further antagonizing the woman.
So it was with a sigh that she relaxed herself to relax by another minute measure and rubbed at the back of her neck, all the while keeping her gaze steadily on the flame haired Captain.
"This was the only place I could think of, to be honest. The dance school employs actual guards to patrol the grounds and if I tried taking them out, it would only make things messy for everyone involved. Clearly, I should have looked into other options."
Bixbyite went silent. What did one say to one's Captain anyway in a situation like this? Mercy wasn't exactly a trait recognized within the Negaverse. Visibly steeling herself, she tilted her chin up and began speaking in a most humble voice.
"I understand if I must be punished for my lack of judgement."
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 6:24 am
She laughed, shaking her head, but said nothing.
Moving towards the CD player, she pressed the Eject button and stared down at the disc that appeared, as if curious of what the noise had been that had hurt her beautiful ears. She left it there, soon turning her attention back towards Bixbyite.
"I leave the punishment to the General-King," she explained sweetly, a silent for now lingering in the air. "It was stupid, but you're new. New recruits do stupid things. But you're... respectful. Which is a refreshing change, so I'm feeling a bit more generous."
Nealite turned, facing the shorter girl once more. "The forest. Where we go to bury bodies? Practice there. It's secluded enough to not draw attention. Hell, even if it did, no one would think anything of it. So just find a battery powered player or one of those Ipod things and go to town."
Whether or not Bixbyite knew of the Negaverse burial grounds was another story. But it was one that Nealite was not willing to tell, having found herself grown bored of the situation.
"Just as long as you're not prancing up and down the street like the twit Scheelite is, I encourage the practice. It's nice seeing lieutenants actually doing s**t. For a change."
With a two fingered casual salute and no formal goodbye, the Captain disappeared, having teleported herself back into Audrey Collins' room for yet another check in.
She was going to find that stupid girl at SOME point that evening, damn it.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 3:26 am
Bixbyite's breath choked her for a moment as she thought of all the ways Charonite could and likely would make her life miserable. All things considered she'd rather Nealite dealing out the punishment. At least NEalite wasn't able to pound her into the ground like a cheap tent peg.
Still, she listened carefully enough, her only show of surprise at hearing of the forest being a curious arching of her eyebrows. Well, well. And before she could think to ask, Nealite was gone. Sighign softly, Bixbyite allowed silly little Alairi to rope her back in and once more, a simple school girl stood in the auditorium.
A battery powered boombox or an iPod, huh? Mentally tallying up her small allowance and savings, she thought she could manage the latter provided it was a shuffle. Grumbling softly under her breath, she gathered her things together and departed from the school. Her lovely dancing fugue was shot for the night.
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