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candy lamb

PostPosted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 8:36 pm


The dripping tap cried "Sleep no more!" to all the house: the Murphy house lack of plumbing had and hath murdered sleep. Mark Murphy was not a plumber. Charys Murphy was not a plumber. At one point she'd gone into the garage and sifted around listlessly with tools, crescent wrenches and coil wrenches and three other brands of wrench, but even if you had a wrench and could look at a pipe there was not a lot you could do about it. She was not a Mario brother. She stared at it, the wrench, the drip, had a Snackum and gave up. When you put a dishtowel down where the drip would be it did a great job of just making the drip sound as though it were going on a dishtowel.

She couldn't sleep.

Charys kept wandering from room to room, trying to find something that would induce unconsciousness. It never came. She stared at every pore in the mirror, sent six texts to Charlie Boyle that went unanswered, texted I can't sleep to a friendslist and got back a multitude of replies. It was like the Internet, only conveniently beeping right next to your ear. So: exactly like the Internet. But she couldn't sleep, and she had nothing to do and nowhere to be, and inside her was the ticking timebomb of:

-- Do you know what Eternal means, Nerissa?

Astraealuna had stopped even being aggrieved at her and had gone back to being sad. This irritated her in a way she couldn't quite define. After a longer while she'd said herself -- it means I've lived this long?

-- Correct.

¿Qué significa? --

-- It's Eternal. The power is up to you, Lunastraea had said.

Give it to me, L: how many people made it to Eternal, other than me? --

-- Two, formerly.

Formerly? --

-- They both died.


Therefore Murphy should sleep no more. Charys hit the city.

New Sailor Nerissa was much the same as old Sailor Nerissa, except for the Big Bird buttbow that waggled behind her when she walked and the fabric petals that went over both thighs. It pretty much looked like a Christmas Celebration Tinkerbell outfit, but she was used to the uniform: the ribbons streamed out behind her like bike spoke decorations, and now she had to rebalance in all-new heels. Transforming was like being addicted to smack in that you didn't know why you even did it any more, you just did, one moment you weren't and the next you were rolling up a five-dollar bill to stick up your nose --

"Hey!"

Sailor Nerissa usually had a cheery wave for any bypassers who saw her, the one you did when you kept on walking. She stuck to the dusk. But the bypassers were a bunch of kids who all looked like Sovereign Heights students desperate to get drunk, s**t-eating grins on their faces, and they pulled over the car rather than honked at her or hollered that they were going to call the cops. Some people did not take this magical sparkle s**t seriously. Tut, tut. "Hey, wait!"

The car slowed. It was a full-packed Honda Insight. It was a token mix of girls and boys, with a girl rolling down the passenger window to beckon her over as she ambled forward. Nerissa just leant next to the door, because what else could you do? "Hey, are you actually a sailor scout?"

"No, I'm going to a costume party," said Nerissa. When there were a chorus of disappointed groans (and one "I told you so, Carl,") she said, "Just kidding. I'm a magical girl."

They were already drunk, at least in the back. The driver with a youthful pornstache and a Kiss Me, I'm Basque! t-shirt said, "Bullshit. Prove it."

There was something about attention that she'd never been able to not stomach. It was like gum getting passed around. Everybody always took a piece of gum whether they wanted it or not. Nerissa took a thoughtful step backwards, spat to the side, gauged the quiet suburban street, and --

When the small whirlpool opened up in the concrete, unfortunately taking off a piece of sidewalk brick like it was a rotten tooth, the car erupted mainly in hollering and some quiet appreciation. There were clicks of cellphones. And then someone in the back who had had too many wine coolers already said, "Hey, why don't we bring her along?"

Those words were so fatal they came with a skull and crossbones on them. Those words were so fatal that they came with the 0800 number for Poison Control.

Ten minutes later she was squashed into the back and knew all their names: Carl, Heather, Shyarn (wat), Allister, May. May was an undergrad at DCU: the rest, as she'd guessed, were Sovereign Heights students who got way too happy on three wine coolers and for the first time she was feeling fun, she was feeling relaxed, she was feeling like she used to feel when Charys Maureen Murphy owned the world and had chunks of the solar system on mortgage. Like things could be fun again, like things could be fun at all.

She was already wrestling into a top Shyarn-spelled-Shyarn had bought that covered the stupid sailor collar and abandoned daisy dukes that were way too big on her, talking animatedly with a bunch of students two years her senior and feeling the way she'd used to feel when Callum took her to parties. They were calling her Nerissa. They were treating her like this was the coolest prank they'd ever pulled, like she was some kind of amazing exotic pet, and you didn't turn down that piece of gum because you rode that wave as long as you could stay on it.

"Your hair's growing out," said May, who was already giggly on the malternatives. She teased out the fine strands of Nerissa's pale blue hair to get to the mouse-brown underneath, which was meant to be subjected to rigorous blue bleach with a toothbrush once a month but was being neglected. She brushed it back, and used a hairband to hide. "You've got roots."

"Cross I gotta bear," she said, still doing up the buttons on her shorts. "Dye costs most of my magical pay packet."

Carl was concentrating on the road. "Is there a magical pay packet, or do you terrorists not contribute to the economy meaningfully at all?"

"I get food creds each perp," said Nerissa, and they swallowed that.

"What I want to know is, what I seriously want to know." Heather was dark and frazzled. The cynic. Or the polisci major. "I've looked at the numbers. This is a government cover-up. They haven't been sending in the FBI, all right? My uncle's a cop." She had intense eyes. "They've been sending in requests for the FBI and no agents ever come."

Ray had taught her the Navyman salute. "I solemnly swear I am on the side of all truehearted po-po."

"But who's behind all this, for the love of God?"

They didn't accept the answer latent evil, and they wanted to argue it amongst themselves. Even though they had living proof in the backseat they somehow came to the conclusion that it wasn't going to give them a straight answer, so when she said "It's aliens from outer space," they just kept on talking about Utah and the moon landing and Roswell until they got street parking to the club.

By the time they were inside and May and Carl had bought her a drink (May and Carl were pretty cute) she was happy again. The bouncer hadn't even asked her for ID. She was at a club in clothes she'd borrowed five minutes ago. She was at a party. When was the last time she'd gone to a frickin' party, for God's sake: when was the last time she'd done this, when was the last time she had been able to roll out of bed and pull something like this off without wondering about the next time the world was going to end for her. She was high on the excitement of being a youma-hunting truant and not doomed to walk these lonely streets alone like Green Day.

She was happy and angry that she hadn't been happy like this since sixteen. She was still angry. The gaping maw inside her still existed somewhere between rib and lung. This made her jittery and stupid: she wasn't usually jittery or stupid either. If there was ever a time she knew to walk, it was when she had to walk away -- but right then Nerissa was happy as a sandboy and headed for a fall.
PostPosted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 10:48 pm


And what, he had to wonder, would a senshi have to do with a club like this?

The raw tinge of power in the air had called to him immediately, drawn him to the area like a moth to a flame. Powerful, extremely so--it had his skin crawling with pleasure at the very thought. Maye he shouldn't have come here in his condition, but curiosity killed the cat, after all. And if Kunzite had failed to finish the job, maybe this one might get lucky, if he didn't get to them, first.

That was just fine. He was there to puzzle it out for them, his interest pricked and the tip of his tongue unconsciously sliding out to run across his scabbed lips.

But what, Obsidian mused, or who, could be this strong? No senshi he'd fought so far had felt quite as strong as this--not even Sailor Frozen d**k.

He looked like hell still after his encounter with Kunzite, his nose still healing and his chest and back littered with deep, purple bruises. That didn't mean he felt like hell though; after that scuffle, Obsidian was feeling pretty damn good about himself. It was why he waltzed into the club without hesitation, a hum in his throat. The bouncer tried to stop him, not as willing to let grown men through as he was little girls.

Well, that was fine too. He crumpled to the ground as soon as his starseed was plucked free, and the screams of surprise and gasps of horror behind him were swallowed up by the throbbing base inside the place.

It was nearly pitch-black save for the strobe lights, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol nearly overpowering. There was no way he'd be able to pick out a senshi in this mess, fake or not. Obsidian hadn't been promoted Captain for nothing, however.

With a dramatic flourish, he pulled Shitcakes out of midair, letting the heavy blade rest for a moment on his shoulder. "Holy s**t, dude." Someone was gawking.

They'd soon be gawking in pieces.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" The Captain bellowed as loud as he could over the intensity of the music, grinning like a fool despite his bruised appearance as he waded through the crowds, letting his corrupted power flow freely. They'd sense him, they'd sense him immediately--and if they truly fought for love and justice and all that horseshit, they'd realize what a problem it was that he was smack dab in the middle of throngs of drunken college kids. Ohh, what a night this was going to be.

Tsunake

Territorial Friend


candy lamb

PostPosted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 11:45 pm


Screams were usual in a club. Sometimes you got drunken, screamy giggles, but they were the drunken screamy giggles of a bunch of Sovereign High girls who'd just completed some group chug of a Cowboy b*****b. Or the yell of drunken fratboys, sharing a joke. People off-work. People yelled.

She'd been in the press of bodies, dancing the only way you could when every movement made you brush up against someone else: bad dancing. PLURR dancing. Putting your hands in the air and raising them as if you were filled with apathy about the subject, a Zion rave. Deep in her brain there was a spot near a vein that loved this, inherently loved it: Charlie never saw the appeal. Ray had put it on the number line closer to a St. Vitus' syndrome afflicting only under-twenties.

"Come out, come out!"

Aargh.

She'd stuck next to May and Carl and Shyarn-spelled-Shyarn and there was Shyarn joggling her elbow. A massive sword bobbed its way through the crowd. Someone was yelling to call the cops. The DJ was faltering on the music. She was getting told, "You have to do something -- "

"Holy s**t," she said, a little stupidly, because there seemed to be nothing else to say.

Shyarn was joggling her elbow again. A pain. "It's you, isn't it?" J'accuse. "He's looking for you."

There were a mix of expressions on their faces, worried ones, but there wasn't the dominant one she'd expected to see. Sailor Nerissa had pinned expectation, not pity. The anticipation to see a superhero make a superhero move. Their underlying emotion was guilt. It was May who said, "Do something? She has to get out of here," and Charys really really wished she had the gland that produced shame.

"Come out, baby!" The holler again. It cut through the air like a knife. "I'll be gentle, whoever you are!"

There were faces, looking at her. Her palms were wet with sweat. She said: "I have to split," and didn't look at their faces any more.

The crowd at this point were starting to part like the Red Sea, which was when Nerissa made her fatal mistake. She did not run. Only dipshits and fools ran. She started to walk away instead, walk away from the bobbing sword and the yelling, and it was because the crowd parted away from her that Captain Obsidian got his first good look at Sailor Nerissa's retreating back.
PostPosted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 3:47 pm


The crowd slid apart as though something had neatly bisected it in two, and his eyes pierced through the back of the woman slipping away. Calm, unafraid--seemingly, anyway. He wasn't sure if it was confidence or arrogance; the powerful aura she was giving off suggested the former, but senshi weren't known for their brains, and he cut off during mid-bellow to observe with a shark-like smile.

It was the hair that gave it away, illuminated briefly by the flashing, disorientating lights. The pale blue--hell, and she glanced to the side as some drunken girl nearly stumbled into her, giving him a profile shot of her face that was enough to make his heart squeeze for a moment.

Her.

He was on her in an instant, snatching her wrist, hauling her back, but not to break her or shake her about like a rag doll. No, Obsidian was grinning widely like he'd just stumbled across his best friend without meaning to arrange it.

"Baby," He said, and his other arm wrapped around her shoulders to deliver a nearly affectionate squeeze, his grip still iron against her wrist. "Baby, how you been? Do you know how long I've been looking for you?"

He had the gall to rake his teeth against her ear, breathing there for a moment, hot and quivering with barely suppressed mirth. "Had to settle for someone else for a while, baby. He didn't last nearly as long as you, not even close. You were supposed to be my first, baby~"

People were starting to relax, just a little. He looked a little drunk--sure as hell was acting like it, but Nerissa should know better.

He was a ticking time bomb, and with so many people around them, who knew how many would die if and when he finally chose to explode?

Tsunake

Territorial Friend


candy lamb

PostPosted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 4:17 pm


The crowd were giving them both a wide berth, a Minesweeper blank space for them to stand in. The music was muted. The DJ had shuffled it to the next song which had turned out to be the MacGuyver theme remixed with techno: this gave the entire situation a surreal feeling, a ******** dreamlike hallucination quality. A terrible trip. The worst. They were surrounded by a circle of onlookers who had fallen silent save for jerky, repetitive mutters, a little like the background of any Street Fighter level. Some had their cellphones out for the police. Some had their cellphones out just to take a video. Shyarn-spelled-Shyarn, May and the others -- where were they now?

Sailor Nerissa jerked her head away from his mouth as though he had mouth AIDs and was trying to transfer it. His wrist jangled gaily, and even under the dim club lights the little clinking chain caught her eye. "Holy s**t," she said, as amazed as she was revolted. "That's my -- that's my nose piercing."

"The very same, baby." His grip was a steel bar around her shoulders. When she tested it, he did not move. Obsidian was taller, bigger, stronger, faster, creepier, a Supraman, a Green Goblin. "The very same."

"I want a divorce," said Nerissa, still staring at it. Her head was flung forward as far away as she could manage. It was likely he had tongue herpes, teeth chlamydia. The alcohol in her blood made her dizzy, and being dizzy made her nauseated and afraid. "I want two."

"We can't always get what we want."

She stabbed her heel down as hard as she could on his boot, and then again. He was laughing drunkenly even as he let her go, pinwheeling forward, struggling out of the t-shirt knotted around her ribs to reveal her coral sailor collar. It wasn't kevlar. It wasn't even an embroidered S. They circled each other like pit fighters, the sheen from his Extremely Real That Wasn't How It Was The Last Time The Last Time It Had Been Made Out Of Wood sword glimmering like a seamy promise. He'd changed. She'd changed.

He also had a black eye, a busted nose and looked like he'd been put through a meat tenderizer, and that was the only way she was ever going to get out of here.

"The spark is gone," she said. There were a couple of fire exits. Bar didn't provide much cover. Doorway was thronged with the press of people. "You let other people hit you, we never just talk any more."

There were people all around, live living people whose one sin had been to pick a chintzy rave bar.
PostPosted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 6:53 pm


A low whistle of appreciation slipped from him as her new, scanty outfit was revealed, eyes roaming over her body as invasive as any pair of hands. He sauntered, she followed warily, and he started to circle her, closing in slowly like he had all the time in the world. There was no one else here but them right now, no gawking onlookers, no scared teens.

Just him, and her, and a dance that was just screaming their names.

"But the kindling's still there, baby, and tonight, I feel like making fire. Sure, they hit me, but it's never the same, baby. They aren't you."

The way he said it was enough to send shivers running up and down someone's spine, a perverted profession of adoration that would ultimately end with her flayed and lifeless, her chest a bloody mess and missing something so vital, so important.

Hell, maybe Charonite would let him chow down on that starseed, too.

"You heard of Sagittarius?" He asked, playful, grinning, feinting at her once and a while if only to see if she'd jump. "He's dead now. Isn't that something, baby? Surprised I didn't get another promotion for that little stunt."

'Baby', he called her, like that made her something less than a person. In his mind, it probably did.

"You wanna watch how I did it, baby? How about that guy, huh?" He jerked his thumb towards a slack-jawed onlooker. "Could show you the process, step by step, scream by scream... That'd be a good time for the both of us, I'm thinking." His eyes gleamed.

Tsunake

Territorial Friend


candy lamb

PostPosted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 7:19 pm


She hadn't met Sagittarius but she knew the name in vagueries. Zodiac soldier. She believed wholeheartedly he really had iced whoever Soldier Sagittarius was and sent him to an early, mutilated grave, probably rubbing up against the cold body before he committed it to earth. It was how he got his rocks off. Obsidian was one of life's born serial killers. If he'd never been taken to the Negaverse he would have been an eventual newspaper headline anyway: forty-six decomposing hookers found in man's crawlspace.

"Things I want to watch," she said. If she had been a good person she would have moved towards the man he'd jerked his thumb at and gotten between them both, made some kind of bold movement of you shall not pass! but her feet were obsessed with going the other way. "Let me think, things I want to watch. Last week's Grey's Anatomy. I TiVo'd Blair Witch II because I haven't seen it since, like, the nineties, that's something I want to watch."

He feinted at her again, shoulder launching forward as though he'd take out his sword and run her through. Nerissa did flinch. What the hell did he expect, a non-flincher? She was a flinchamatic, a flinchasaurus, she was no Cavalier Kunzite and she was afraid. All he did was laugh that happy, drunken laugh: Obsidian was barely listening.

"I like watching Spongebob Squarepants." Her mouth was moving of its own accord. "I like watching kids playing on a green lawn, I like watching puppies -- GET OUT WHY THE HELL ARE NONE OF YOU GETTING OUT -- "

Obsidian launched forward again at the man he'd gestured at. Somehow her embarrassingly strangled yell and the undertone of the MacGuyver remix had gotten to them, and the club members were now making to get the hell away -- but he'd gotten the man and had his sword pointed at his sternum, and now there was screaming. "No loud noises," Obsidian said, his voice carrying over the panic. She could see May and Carl now, hovering around the edges. "No movement. I could make all of you quadruple amputees without even trying, sheep. Nobody move and nobody gets hurt. Well, I lie."

MacGuyver drew to silence. So did the mutters.

"Can't you go home and jerk off with my nose chain again?"

"But that's getting old, baby."

"Eugh, confirmation," said Nerissa. "Ew. Ack." She was too penned-in and there were too many people and if she cast any magic she'd injure them all. Too many people. Every breath she drew was a marathon. "All right. Let's play."

Mythbusters had taught her that when you broke a beer bottle you kept your fingers loose, or else the bottleneck would break into your palm instead and make you No-Fingered Frodo. Breaking a bottle and holding up the jagged end looked classy as ********. In reality her bravery had gone away long ago, years ago, to the land of Honalee. She'd never pretended different. Nerissa brandished the bottle at Obsidian and he looked as delighted as though it were a box of chocolates. "Give me your terms of engagement, Zodiac Killer. Can't we go outside?"
PostPosted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 11:39 pm


His arm was wrapped around the dude's shoulders, like they were old pals, old buddies, except one would hope that he didn't usually offer free shaves to his friends like he was with this one. Though he could feel the tremors racing through those broad shoulders, he had eyes only for Nerissa, letting his teeth click harmlessly next to the man's ear as though he was truly debating on whether or not to take a bite.

Knowing Obsidian, he probably was.

“It chafes, you know.” He said casually, not ready to give up the chain conversation when she had so willingly brought it up. “But it‘s okay. Reminds me of our time together, the good and the bad, the rough and the gritty. I loved the gritty.” His teeth sank into the thin shell of his hostage‘s ear now, biting hard enough to draw blood even as he hissed with satisfaction, grinning at her like a lunatic.

The man was whimpering now, and he liked that, too.

“Now you wanna play? Baby, I didn‘t know you had a jealous streak. What if I wanna play with him more, huh?” But he was straightening suddenly, the tip of his blade sagging down like he was about to comply--though the glint in his eyes spoke volumes. Obsidian had an idea. Nerissa probably knew that whatever he was thinking, it was nothing good.

“All right, baby, we‘ll play.” His eyes trailed over that bottle for a moment before he looked back to her, his grin a mile wide.

“Terms… Terms. Okay. You get to pick; do you want to save all those sheep you just chased out of here? Or is it more important to keep me from dancing with the stragglers?” He sounded crazy, talking about those people that surely had to be down the block by now.

He whistled, and cast out a strand of his power, seizing hold of his other weapon, keeping it close. He wouldn‘t summon it, not yet, waiting for an answer.

"It's out on the streets, or here in this club. And if you're really good, I'll get you drunk enough that you won't even feel it till you try walking in the morning."

And that was left entirely up to her interpretation.

Tsunake

Territorial Friend


candy lamb

PostPosted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 3:07 am


It didn't take much to interpret that creepy-a** soundbyte, but what panicked her was getting out of there. What panicked her was that Obsidian didn't bluff. What panicked her as that she didn't have her cellphone and that there were probably more Negaverse goons waiting, because if he'd learned how to split himself in two the world's supply of puppies and babies should have given up then and there waiting to be kicked.

They'd probably called the police. Sailor Nerissa sent up a devout prayer of thanks for the po-po. These days the Destiny City branch of the boys in blue went around in kevlar with riot shields to most callouts, so mathematically if the police were going to be outside with the bulk of the people and she had to pick --

Do you go outside as Obsidian kills the bottleneckers, where you'll either be able to run away or run into his creepy buddies? You dumb ********. Turn to page 39.

Do you stay inside with Hester the Molester where you can't run away or use your attack but at least have him in sight? You dumb ********. Turn to page 15.

She suspected that on either page it was going to be:

*** YOU HAVE DIED ***


There was no sign of May and Carl any more. Maybe they'd left for the streets. Everybody was pouring out except for the brave few hovering, eyes on the man whose eyes were strangled shut as Obsidian licked at his ear. It suddenly struck her: she had definitive proof that Captain Obsidian was a homo.

"Okay."

All she had to do was wait until the police showed up. All she had to do was get his interest. When his interest was piqued he'd follow her, not stay around playing Life or Death with drunken scared twentysomethings. "We can dance if you want to," she said. If she talked fast and brightly she'd show no fear. "We can leave your friends behind. Let the guy go."

He was grinning, as though he was saying give me a reason. The man let out another tight, low noise of pain. One of the people surrounding said, "s**t."

"Let him go. I pick you." Obsidian's interest was getting peaked, she knew it, but her palms were slick with sweat. She had such a non-interest in dying. When the police got there she could run away as long and as far as she had to, run away from being Nerissa in the first place. She was almost full on flight missions. "I'm your man."
PostPosted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 10:51 am


"Oh," He breathed when she finally seemed to decide, and his shoulders rippled as he rolled them, nearly giddy with exhilaration. "I knew you'd come around, baby. And you're my woman, much of a dyke as you are, and I respect that. I like it, even. Tough women. Sends a tingle up my spine." He would have been babbling if his voice hadn't been calm, friendly, eager.

The man was tossed aside like a limp rag, and Obsidian was fully focused on her now. "We stay in here and play, okay? Sorta liking this beat. Untz untz untz." The blade was hefted over one of his shoulders, and his fingers were twitching with anticipation.

"Oh."

And then he paused.

"So while we're staying in here, let's make this interesting. You're more fun when you're frantic. And since I don't have a starseed to tempt you with this time..." Clearly this was a memory he relished, and the chain on the end of the hilt jingled as though in confirmation.

That strand he'd created was tugged on, hard, and a youma morphed into existence. It was different from the trash that roamed the streets, more powerful, and even as its many rotting hands began to slither experimentally across the floor, it unhinged its jaws to hiss at the girl, drool frothing from its mandibles. An armored stag beetle, was what it looked like, if a stag beetle could ever reach the size of a small car.

Flaring its wings, the beast bared the very real, very human skulls impaled upon its spines, and yet it did not move. It waited, knowing well that if master was not obeyed, there would be pain.

"Baby," Obsidian said proudly, "I got us a dog. And he even knows tricks, watch--Garbids, fetch."'

The youma grated a low, gritty rumble of response before it turned its many eyes upon the now-fleeing onlookers, and without hesitation, began to rampage after them.


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"Now. Shall we dance?" There was no mistaking the mirth in his voice, and Obsidian extended a hand out to the senshi, ignoring the screams of terror that began to filter in through the throbbing base surrounding them.

Tsunake

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candy lamb

PostPosted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 10:24 pm


One thing Nerissa was good at was adaption. There were a lot of things you had to adapt to with Obsidian. For one thing, he was basically unadaptable on account of being the American Psycho -- unadaptable, but unadaptable in a predictable pattern. He had his wants. He wanted to make the red water come out. She had her suspicions that upon her dying he would take her body home like a Sexy Loser and eat what flesh he didn't make a wife out of.

He also had, item one, a metal sword; item two, WHAT THE ******** WAS THAT

People were screaming now. The massive youma was crashing through tables and widened the doorway by force, its long bony fingers bordering either side and pushing until a flick of its wings brought plaster crashing down. It sounded like a teakettle. Unadaptable: he really hadn't been bluffing. All of her blood changed immediately to antifreeze, and then her blood changed to a mixture of adrenaline and a deepseated wish to not die today, Megatron.

Maybe that was what he drank off her: the cocktail of fear and bravado, unsurety and rage, panic and fight. The broken bottle in her hand sailed wide past his head and he didn't resist the urge to see exactly what she was throwing at since it wasn't him -- Sailor Nerissa had grabbed a barstool and was rushing him, trying to remove swinging distance. His reflexes had improved. The sword cut through the legs of the stool like butter, and it fell in one shitty aluminium half to clang on the ground. He was laughing.

She threw the rest of the chair now. Obsidian caught it on the end of his sword and tossed it over his shoulder as though it was featherlight, ignoring it, advancing towards her. The screams were now fainter but more widely ranging: more people were screaming. There was a huge crunch from outside.

"Holy s**t," she said, her amazement tinged with dread and her dread tinged with more dread. Only senshi reflexes let her drop underneath the testing sweep of the sword and dance back, and he laughed again like she'd told a funny joke. It was indecent how much more rusty she was than when she'd fought him the first time, when she and Sid were fighting every night and moving seemed easy. "I got allergies. A skull monster is a big commitment."

His stance was still easy, playing, testing. He'd backed her up against the bar: the bar was a solid granite slab like a nice kitchen countertop, steel panelling beneath it. "I like your new sword," she said. "It's making this all a pretty Freudian metaphor."

It came down. Things had all happened very quickly. Unlike him, her babbling pace was bright and frenzied: the sword crashed down into the granite as she spun away and latched on to him from behind, because she had one battle theory and she stuck to it and that was as God was her witness she was not going to die in a swordfight. Both of their reaction times were pent-up, hair-trigger, both arms wrapped around his sword arm as she dug her fingernails into his fingers.
PostPosted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 11:26 pm


It was a crazy, sporadic dance between them, the base throbbing in perfect harmony with the steady, excited beat of his heart. The pace quickened at times, like when she rushed him with the stool, threw the rest, and immediately settled down when she seemed to realize the futility of it all.

"I know, baby." He said, like he knew her well enough to have planned for these so-called allergies. "That's why he's hairless, see? He's a good boy, really. Knows how to share his toys and everything. You wanna see?" The Captain was advancing steadily, a hum beginning to rattle about in his chest even as his pulse jittered about once more.

Was this it? No, not quite yet, she still had a few more tricks up her sleeve--

--caught!

She'd moved too quickly for him to keep pace, and though she seemed awkward in her own skin, there was no mistaking her new power. Obsidian's blade bit through the bar top even as her scrawny arms seized his right arm, nails clawing at his knuckles like that would somehow relinquish his grip.

Surprisingly, it did.

He let the blade drop with a clatter, and he shook himself violently, testing her grip with streaks of amusement filtering through the dimly registered pain. "I like it too. I get to think of you, whenever that charm jingles." The Captain spun himself around, seeing if he couldn't ram his back (and effectively, Nerissa) into the bar. Garbdis was bellowing outside, and his teeth were clinking against one another, unable to reach her flesh instead.

Her grip wasn't loosening at all, and he was tired of seeing if he couldn't scrape her off, so Obsidian did the one thing that immediately sprang to mind. He started to waltz with her, a grin gritting his teeth while the music continued to shake the floor. "All you had to do was ask for a dance, baby, I'dda been happy to oblige you!" His boots kept lashing out though, striking at her ankles, seeing if she just wouldn't slip.

She better pray that she didn't slip.

Tsunake

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PostPosted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 6:09 pm


His dropping the sword was the signal to go to town on him. Nerissa was bucked like a bronco as he rubbed her up against tables, pillars, chairs, caught her hard on the calf and scraped his boot down in what was pure agony. She wrapped one forearm around his neck and jerked his head back, trying to crush the windpipe with skinny arms as he continued ramming her back into the wall.

But he'd dropped his sword. It was hard to tell whether this was Obsidian being cocky, suicidal or stupid. Or all three. You never knew. When he shook her it was like being put in the spin cycle of a washing machine, and she was pretty sure most of the skin had been rubbed off her shoulders from repeated grazings and bashings. He swivelled his head and sunk her teeth deep into her arm with obvious satisfaction, the soft nerve-filled part just above the elbow. His mouth was literally dripping blood as she finally slipped, rolling between two upset tables to rest in a mess on the floor.

"s**t, s**t, s**t -- "

His youma was screaming. Other people were screaming. With her good arm she yanked her cellphone right out of its little magical pocket and did the only thing she could do: started desperately scrolling through her contacts list to call for backup. This was done completely too late.
PostPosted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:56 am


His throat felt like it'd been rubbed raw from where her arm had crushed it, his shoulders were aching, and the man couldn't have felt more giddy. The iron tang of blood was flooding his senses, and eventually, the Captain had no choice but to turn his head and spit.

She was desperate now, panting curses even as she fiddled with something--a cellphone? He was on her in three seconds, a booted foot smashing the phone out of her hands even as he made to toss one of the tables out of the way.

"Enough," He breathed, his hands tangled around her throat, and when she fought him for a moment, he squeezed so hard that she choked. "Enough." The silence stretched on as he studied her face, his lips still stained with her blood and when he spoke again, it was probably not what she wanted to hear. "I think I'm bored now, baby. Where's the whirlpools? Are you really afraid of snuffing out a few lives to save your own?" Obsidian was genuinely curious, never releasing his choke hold on her throat.

"Is that what makes you senshi tick?"

Tsunake

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