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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 8:23 pm
RP Participants
~ LizzyMoo - Yvette + Alan Weaver ~ Desustruction - Sailor Taurus ~ DivineSaturn - Sailor Aquarius ~ Melodine Cantus - Sailor Chronos ~ Game Rated - Lemon - Youma It was just another average day in the Weaver household. Sometime during the afternoon, Yvette had arrived home thanks to the public bus transit. The bus stop was just a hop, skip, and jump away from her house, and in all honesty, if she had a stronger throwing arm, the girl could have easily thrown a stone to hit her house from the bus. Her house was very plain, not very well built (as her father constantly reminded her), and quite small. She walked up the dirt driveway covered in rocks, though thanks to the recent weather, the dirt was more like mud. Before opening the door and stepping inside, she carefully slid her shoes off and picked them up. The sound of the door clicking shut quietly (and rather considerately) was all Mr. Weaver had to hear to know his daughter had arrived safely from another day of school. With all the subtlety of an ox, the large man approached the door. He was about to hug the small girl when in her tiny voice she mentioned " I need to clean my shoes, Daddy!" The man looked almost as if the small girl had just torn out his heart and stomped on it until it was a heart-pancake. In his big gruff voice, he offered a simple "Okay sweetie, but maybe you should wait until after I leave for work." The large man already had his coat on, his hard hat on, and one boot on. He turned back to the living room, sitting himself on a rather well used sofa with worn edges to the cushions. Mr. Weaver was not a delicate man, so he practically thrust his foot into the second boot like he was going to kick something. The man grabbed his keys and headed back to the door, where his daughter was obediently waiting. As the girl opened the door, she couldn't help but notice something was missing. " Oh, Daddy! You forgot your lunch!" It was about 3:30 in the afternoon, so this might have sounded odd to anyone unfamiliar with the scenario. Mr. Weaver left for work somewhere from between 3-4pm, to go work in construction. Work started at 5pm, spanning about 8 hours of work and 1 hour for lunch somewhere in between. With the little pitter patter of her feet, the girl dashed into the kitchen and pulled out a lunch sack from the fridge. Yvette returned like a puppy dog trying to please its master and held out the sack for her father. " Here you go Daddy!" She beamed for a moment before carefully stepping outside to put her shoes back on. The large man followed her out, placing his large hand on her shoulder to help her stay balanced when she stood on one foot. For a moment, the dark-haired girl looked back to the bulky man with a tiny grateful smile, uttering the tiny words " Thank you Daddy!" "Think nothing of it, Baby doll!" He leaned in with a broad grin and planted a kiss on his daughter's cheek. The girl laughed a little, since as usual, her father's beard tickled her cheek. With both of her shoes on, she grabbed onto his large hands and walked with him to his truck. Yvette's deep purple eyes looked adoringly to her father as they stopped. It was just an average day for the Weaver household. At least, it seemed that way.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 9:07 pm
It was quite the average day for the Weaver household indeed, at least by their standards.
However, if either Mr. Weaver or his little (teenage) girl noticed, there were some toys in the gravelly mud where his truck was parked during the day, in quite an odd position. They looked like they would be run over if nobody moved them, and the shadows partially obscured the innocent-seeming items.
One of them was a toy monster truck, with a flaming design on a black base and a an odd-looking pair of headlights. They weren't lit at all, but they had a kind of almond shape to them. The antenna atop the little truck's roof signified that it was a remote-control vehicle. Neither of the other two items were the truck's controller, however.
The second was a toy fishing pole, and looked it. It wasn't longer than about a foot and a half, and was very simply made - the red casting button was made chunky for a little child's hands, and the reel had an equally exaggerated handle. The hook was green and oversized, likely concealing a magnet within it, and the pole itself was white.
The last item was a pair of chattering teeth, with a wind-up mechanism on the side. That was all it was: a plastic pair of teeth, like you would find in a gag shop.
Where were the Weavers' neighbors' children? Did they even have neighbors with children? Either way, these toys weren't there before, and unless there were kids nearby doing this on purpose, they seemed to be abandoned, seeing they were partially bathed in mud...
They just weren't ready to strike yet, that was all.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 12:42 pm
All toys in their yard went unnoticed. It wasn't like the Weavers did an excellent job maintaining their front yard. There really wasn't much of a yard to really ruin. There was a large gnarled tree towards the eastern side of their property, but otherwise the front yard was just dirt, rocks, and trash. If anything, it was probably Mr. Hernandez's kids leaving their toys in their yard. Nothing too bizarre about it.
Everything seemed normal.
Until rather suddenly the tiny teenage girl toppled forward weakly. She just couldn't stand anymore because her knees felt weak and a rather sudden twinge seemed to vibrate down her spine. Fortunately, Mr. Weaver was there, and caught her quite easily before she hit the ground.
"Yvette!" If there was one way to make the large man grow humorously concerned, it was to have either his wife or daughter get injured in some sort of fashion. It seemed more appropriate now to be so concerned, since his little girl had nearly fainted, but when Natasha had a paper cut, it just didn't seem as appropriate for him to freak out like such. "Yvette, honey, are you alright?!" His large hand completely obscured the girl's tiny one as he attempted to help the girl stand up again.
Unfortunately, Yvette's legs just did not want to cooperate. It was almost as if they had become as limp as spaghetti. Being a good daughter and not wanting to worry her father too much, she attempted a smile. "I... I think s-so, Daddy..."
Even though Alan Weaver needed to head off to work, there were more important things to tend to. Stubbornly, he remained at his daughter's side, attempting to assist her back up to her feet, and on occasion asking questions that could help him figure out what had happened. He even had to ask the embarrassing "Sweetie, is it that time of the month for you?" It was an embarrassing question, but he was only truly concerned about his baby girl.
"Daddy!" she squeaked out as her cheeks turned a familiar shade of red. "N-no! I p-promise, I'm fine!" She attempted to stand up again, but once again her legs failed beneath her weight and she once again had to be caught by her father. This had never happened before!
At least, Yvette thought such was the case. She had obviously forgotten about the instance when she was getting checked out of the hospital...
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 6:18 pm
Too bad Yvette didn't know yet what her body was reacting to. Granted, living in a youma production plant - and actually surviving it - gave her the ability to sense them. It didn't mean she knew what the youma was, or that it even was due to the presence of a youma.
The little RC vehicle had been spinning its tires in the muck for a few seconds while Yvette and her dad were discussing what her 'ailment' could have been. It drove itself, headlights lit, straight out from under Mr. Weaver's truck. It wouldn't have seemed too unusual of a sight, except for two things: 1: There were no people with a controller in hand nearby, and 2: The mini-truck seemed to be dragging a small fishing pole and a pair of wind-up teeth with it.
It drove into a tree, then into the nearby road with a bit of difficulty, not really expecting mud. All the while, that little monster truck was pulling a pole and teeth. There was no sign of a line that carried them, however, as they started to glow black.
About a minute passed, and the set rapidly grew in size, the pole about three feet long now, and the monster truck doubled from being about eight inches off the ground. The truck's headlights were lit, and you could tell that there was a small black dot in the light. Because of the odd shape, this made the truck look like it had eyes. Another half a minute then tripled the sizes of the doubled items. The monster truck was now only eight inches or so shy of matching Yvette in height - but the pole was quite monstrous, now standing at nine feet. Wait, it was standing at nine feet? Yes, it was. It promptly hopped aboard the monster truck's hood, settling itself into the hole where a toy windshield would have been. The button on the pole, as if it was controlled by some invisible giant, depressed, and the line lowered itself onto the ground. When the line was reeled in the same manner, a pair of teeth was attached onto the end by its hinges. It was about a foot and six inches wide now, and while it couldn't pick up someone by the torso, it was perfectly suited to grab someone's limbs.
These must not have belonged to the Hernandez family, huh?
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 2:55 pm
For a bit, the two figures were too distracted trying to figure out the ailments of the teenage girl to notice the strange creature building itself up at the street side. Perhaps she noticed a bit too late, but a shadow seemed to creep out of nowhere and loom over where father and daughter were now huddled. She blinked out of confusion, and naturally glanced up to see if there was some sort of cloud that had managed to block out the sun.
Her deep purple eyes caught upon the strange monstrous vehicle and grew rather wide. She had never been the sort to scream when scared. Yvette didn't have the voice for such a thing. Instead, she grew awkwardly quiet as her eyes focused solely on the object intimidating her. Her hand also trembled in fear within her father's large hand.
Alan was no fool. Something was the matter. "Yvette, what's wrong?" he asked in a quieter tone than usual, looking to her eyes for any possible hints. His daughter had never been good at hiding her feelings, and so he was easily able to follow the path her eyes made to the monstrous vehicle. His large brows sunk down into a serious expression. He might not have known the exact name for the creature, but Mr. Weaver kept up with the news. There were frequent reports about monsters that attacked people for no reason at all. He did not hesitate to do what any good father would do. He quite easily scooped up his tiny daughter in his arms and marched her towards the side of the house.
"D-daddy?" her voice questioned faintly.
The man carried the girl and tucked her away towards the side of the house rather than to the front door. "Keep yourself hidden, sweetie," he said in a serious low fashion. "Daddy will protect you."
What could Yvette really do? Her father had set her down when she couldn't really get up and walk on her own. She watched as he bravely (or stupidly) stood up and marched in the direction of the strange vehicle. There was nobody there to comfort her as her body trembled, and there was nobody there to calm that strange feeling running down her spine.
Alan was a big powerful man. As he walked up to his truck, he pulled his hard hat down slightly to perhaps mask his face slightly. No one but Alan could really tell why he had done such. His arm reached into the bed of his truck and pulled out his favorite tool of the construction industry: The sledgehammer. Many men would need to use two arms to carry such a heavy tool, but Alan Weaver was very strong and simply needed one arm to carry it. His doctor had advised him that swinging with two arms was still best for his back, but there was no rule for just carrying it. With his makeshift weapon at hand, he marched up the muddy pathway towards the street where the monster vehicle had parked itself.
All he offered the monster was one forceful word: "LEAVE!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 5:29 pm
The youma did not look like it had much of anything to say. It wasn't anywhere near intelligent enough to verbalize some cheesy super-villainous response like "Never, for I am the great pseudo-crane monster under the power of Beryl" or "Muahahahaha, you'll be dead before I do."
In return, the youma offered Mr. Alan Weaver (in its point of view, a hat-wearing nuisance with a large hammer) a revved engine, and placing itself in reverse. After driving back far enough to almost run over a neighbor's fence, it was revving itself more fiercely than before, getting ready to charge at the man. The clacking teeth were swinging with the movements of the toy monster, although the pendulum's end was too far up to hit something at Alan-Weaver height. A tree, maybe. Not a tall human.
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 12:20 pm
From where she was hiding, Yvette only had a very limited view of what was happening. Daddy spoke loud and was bravely confronting this strange and eerie vehicle. He was being so brave, while all she could do was tremble, watch, and listen. The engine almost seemed to roar, causing the girl to tremble even more.
Alan stood tall, not even slightly intimidated. There was the possibility that this was a trick of some sort, but he could see from where he was standing that there was nobody in the vehicle. As the vehicle backed up, the large man lifted up his sledgehammer with his second hand. The monstrous machine taunted him with more sounds from the engine, and Mr. Weaver reacted accordingly.
He was not a fast man. He was strictly a powerful man. He readied his hammer for a swing as he ran towards the vehicle, shouting out what could almost be read as a war cry. Each step closer thudded heavily into the asphalt. Watching him move forward was almost like watching some sort of ox with a plow on its back. He seemed burdened, but in all honesty, it was strictly his usual stride. When he felt he was close enough to the vehicle itself (rather than the clacking teeth), he swung the sledgehammer at full force. It might have been a mistake to ignore the strange chattering teeth looming above him...
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 3:09 pm
If there was a benefit to all this for Mr. Weaver, it was that he was likely readying himself for at least an Honorable Mention from the Darwin Awards for his idiotically courageous act of attacking a charging giant toy RC truck with a sledgehammer.
Translated into normal speech, Mr. Weaver was being very stupid, though it was for his baby girl. It justified it.
One thing happened that was good for Mr. Weaver. When he swung the sledgehammer, it hit the hood. It made it stop moving its wheels from the force - except that it was only the wheels that stopped moving. The set of fake teeth was slowly being lowered, little by little, and an unsuspecting Mr. Weaver got a nice good n**...
...maybe it felt more like a chomp. The youma didn't care; its reel brought the teeth up - with Mr. Weaver's leg, and therefore the rest of him, attached.
For a few seconds, the youma drove forward and backward repeatedly in rapid motion. It was making an attempt to gain momentum for the Human Javelin Toss event.
Eventually, the youma abruptly stopped over where the neighbor's fence once was, letting its cargo go with it...
...well, that would definitely mar the javelin's truck.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 11:35 pm
Taurus was a bit more cheerful than normal. An outing, or rather a patrol with Aquarius and his princess. This would be good for them. This would be a chance to get their mind off what was happening around them. Of course, that was Topher's answer for everything. Quality time. Though, if they listened close enough, it was obvious that something was very wrong. Taurus tried his best to block out the misplaced thuds, yells and what sounded like a giant RC car motor were just normal neighborhood sounds. Still, the uneasy feeling was growing as they got closer to the sounds. This was close to Yvette's house. In fact, very close to Yvette's house. He could see the bus stop that he walked her to on the way to her house, Of course, he had always stopped there in fear of her father but he recognized it all the same. In the back of his head, he pleaded with some unknown entity that the sounds weren't leading them directly towards the purple haired girl
Just as he was rounding the corner to hop on a lower roof, foot just finding footing on one of the shingles, an alarm went off. Had it not been for the cape keeping his balance, the family would've found a matador in their bushes. Probably not the best way to introduce yourself to people you didn't know. The Captain only faltered on his feet for a moment as he listened.
"Car alarms aren't too suspicious but we should probably check it out anyway. It isn't like we'd be doing any harm stopping car thieves!" Little did Sailor Taurus know, or any of them for that matter, that the source of the sound was Mr Weaver playing the human javelin into his own truck. The very same Mr. Weaver that was the father of a certain Yvette Weaver. What the rag tag team came across was probably the oddest sight they'd ever seen and, for Taurus, something he had predicted long ago. Well, most of it.
It had in fact been Yvette's house just like their Captain had feared. Of course, he hadn't been expecting huge, vicious, human throwing toys to be the assailants in this picture.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 6:15 am
The Princess too, was rather delighted that she was out with other Zodiacs, that were not Virgo or Aries, not that she didn't like those two, of course. She just felt like she needed some time to interact more with the others, to get closer to every single one of them. This was a perfect opportunity, to get out and patrol, and to be with Taurus and Aquarius. Perhaps soon, they would be one big family again! It was this cheery thoughts that kept her up, although she pursed her lips at the sound of the car alarms. "You never know what happens here." Destiny City now had youma in every single corner, it seemed, not as bad as it was one year ago.
It was rather distressing.
Chronos did not know Yvette, not even as Serenade Soriano. Despite this, she looked horrified at the sight of the youma. She did not panic however, though took a while to recall what it was exactly that Taurus and Aquarius could do. "We need to distract it." She said in a low tone. "After you do that wall thing, Taurus, make sure he's okay? Aquarius and I can take the youma, I think."
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 11:55 pm
In general, Aquarius enjoyed her patrols. On her own, they were opportunities to wander around, beat up the occasional youma, and defy laws of physics. She still wasn't sure how she liked patrolling with others, especially when one of them was her Captain (Aries was not her Captain, Taurus was tolerable) and the other, her Princess. It was awkward, and she wasn't quite sure why. The Zodiacs were supposed to be close, and even though the others definitely outranked her, she rarely cared about such things. Yet something inside her felt like she had to stay composed, and as she struggled with that unknown feeling, she was uncharacteristically quiet, letting Taurus and Chronos take the lead.
She didn't notice the car alarms at first, instead fixating on a bus stop nearby. It was the same bus that stopped near her house, the same one her new friend took to get home. Maybe they were near Yvette's house.
"Car thieves. Right." Aquarius was distracted, but she followed Taurus and Chronos across the rooftops, stopping short and nearly knocking Taurus off the roof as she took in the scene in front of her. She didn't recognize the man, but she did recognize the girl. Her heart felt like it stopped for a moment. Her new friend and Star Wars watching partner was in imminent danger, and someone else- possibly someone close to Yvette- was in the jaws of the beast.
All thoughts of discomfort and bus stops were driven away, and she nodded crisply at Chronos' instructions. "Consider the youma taken," she said strongly. "So Captain, make sure Yv- everyone's safe."
Something inside Aquarius scolded her for giving orders to her Captain, but she pushed the conflicting feelings aside. Now was not the time for dealing with inner voices. Or for explaining that the girl down there was her movie buddy, hence the coverup. It was time for that youma to take a beating. Aquarius balled her hands into fists and scanned the yard, looking for an object she could use for her attack.
There. That could work. Aquarius smiled grimly and nodded to Chronos. "Whenever you're ready." A pause. "Princess."
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 12:51 am
There was not enough time for Mr. Weaver to smile at his accomplishment. He had slammed his sledgehammer into the hood of the evil machine, and for a moment, it seemed to do something. Perhaps it stalled the strange vehicle? Mr. Weaver could not tell.
Yvette tried to peek out, trying her hardest to see what was going on. Using her trembling arms, she managed to pull herself slightly forward to see what had happened. This would probably end up being a mistake on her part, though she didn't realize it at the time. Daddy would be fine, right? He was strong. He could protect her!
The first thing that Yvette would get to see was as the monstrously large teeth chomped down on her father's leg. It might not have looked like much, and the man merely grunted out, trying to hold back any sort of pained sounds. However, the unmistakable sound of bones crunching under the the vicious bite could be heard. The bearded man was then flung across the almost nonexistent yard almost like a rag doll. Since he was thrown by his leg, he crashed head-first into the truck. The helmet he had been wearing cracked under the force, and in all honesty was the only thing that was perhaps saving this man's life.
The sound of the large man colliding with the beat up pick up truck was enough to cause tears to start dripping from the girl's purple eyes. "D-daddy?" she whimpered uncertainly.
Her father pushed himself away from the truck. Somehow, after such a harsh blow, he was still conscious. None could really tell if the man had managed to somehow spy the Sailor Scouts. Maybe he was seeing things thanks to the harsh blow to the head. However, he managed to say one thing: "Protect her..."
With his last request, the large man fell heavily along the ground, body twisted into a rather uncomfortable looking mess. The man was out like a light.
Something snapped. Quiet Yvette, the shy girl who had practically no voice watched with wide, horrified eyes as her father fell, defeated. The girl who fell down because of the Youma's presence overwhelming her senses. She could not think, and her body began to move on its own in an effort to go tend to her father. She couldn't fully use her legs like this, but somehow she was managing a rather quick crawl in his direction.
Her face was already wet from her tears as her voice managed something resembling a hoarse scream. "DADDY!!!!"
The girl didn't care about anything else right now. Her safety wasn't important. She needed to check on her Daddy.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 12:05 pm
The youma left its 'claw' out after tossing Mr. Weaver into his pick-up. Whether or not the truck was usable could be found out later. It wasn't like the toy monster cared, though; rather, it decided to drive around in figure-eights for a while, almost like a victory dance.
After shredding up the edges of nearby properties and dirtying up the road with ground-up yard, the youma stopped. It noticed something rather enticing in the Weavers' yard: a tree! It wasn't the most aesthetically pleasing, but it was a good-sized piece of wood!
The headlights flickered, and came back on. It drove over a bit of mud - the youma could handle it as a big, scary psuedo-crane - and proceeded to wind up the teeth. It certainly couldn't take the trunk, but by the limbs, it had a good chance.
The teeth latched onto a few empty branches and made an attempt to pull it out of the ground. Unlike humans, though, plants had roots. Especially trees.
It did not, however, pay any regard to a matador, a seemingly-Arabian-dressed girl and another girl with a puffy white dress standing on a nearby rooftop. Nor did it think it would be stalled anytime soon.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 2:27 am
The fact that Aquarius had ordered him around wasn't the point now. He had a job to do and a rather personal job at that.
"Can do!" Taurus jumped from the roof and onto the dirt, knowing that he really was the first line of defense for any situation and a strong defense was needed. A quick blur of red fabric and he was already in front of Yvette, only using his body at the moment to protect them both. He tried not to stop her, pat her on the head and tell her everything was alright. That felt like something Topher would do and there was no way she could know. "Just stay there Yv-citizen. It'll be alright. Trust me!" He gave the girl a quick smile before turning back towards the youma. He couldn't do much about the youma but he could certainly keep them safe for as long as Chronos and Aquarius needed.
"Defending Castle Fortification!" The ground began violently shaking under them as the thick stone wall wall erupted from the chasm that had opened just in front of his feet. At full height, it made a perfect barricade between him, Yvette, Mr. Weaver and the youma which was currently trying to rip the tree from the ground. The violent shaking of the branches could still be seen over the wall. There wasn't anything he could do about that at the moment. A scared Yvette and an unconscious father took precedence for the moment.
Once he knew that everything on his end was secure, he scrambled over the pair. Taurus felt weird getting to her father before her. It was her father after all. Still, the senshi knelt down, trying his best to see if he could help. Well, there wasn't much he could do about the leg or the good hit on the head or the unconsciousness. In fact, he felt rather useless starring at what had been the once conscious Mr. Weaver.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:00 am
There were voices in Chronos' head; telling her that if she-- if they had gotten there earlier, perhaps they could have avoided this. Taken down the youma fast without it hurting anyone, anyone at all. But for now, it was their duty to first distract this youma, and make sure no one else got hurt.
It was inevitable that there would be casualties; the senshi were still not organized enough. Damn the Negaverse.
Chronos did not note that both Taurus and Aquarius had almost slipped and mentioned the young female citizen by name. Once Taurus had called up his defensive wall, she nodded towards Aquarius, before getting into position. "Equinox Tiara Magic!" With a toss of her hand, the tiara upon her head whizzed towards the youma, and she hoped that it would be enough to destroy it. If not, there was always Aquarius.
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