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 Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2010 5:44 pm
Variscite wasn't too far from Mr. Rook's apartment. With graduation being so close, she didn't want to tire herself out or get injured again.
To be honest, she was just tired of staring at the same ceiling. She was tired of the same, rhythmic breathing. When Dale was tired of something, she changed it. So, out the same window she went-- the same window that she had been crawling out of for the past month.
She had no doubt that her butler knew about her doings. In fact, the week before she had found a step-stool outside of the window so she could get down easier. It wasn't that much of a surprise. If Mr. Rook had to list his order of loyalties in the Spencer family, it would be with the young Miss Spencer. It only made sense, she was the heir of the Spencer name.
Variscite sometimes wondered just how much of the Spencer name would be left after the Queen had Earth.
Variscite hopped over the fence and started to walk down the sidewalk, looking up at the stars. She was a bit of a romantic-- okay, flamboyant and loud was more like it but... at least she kept an eye out for poles. She didn't need to get her face smashed in again.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 5:02 pm
Lieutenant Paragonite was idly leaning against the back of the very poles that Variscite was trying to avoid. It had been a long day, followed by an aggravating practice with the Marching Band at Sovereign Heights. One of the trumpet players had been sorely out of tune, and it had distracted her enough to let the baton she'd been throwing up into the air, land with a loud thump on one of the other girl's heads. So on top of the headache she'd begun to spring from the terrible trumpet, she added onto it with the tongue lashing she'd gotten from the shrieking young woman.
Hadn't been her fault though. Heather had imagined taking the girls starseed then and there, but it hadn't been the time, nor the place for such things.
So the evenings frustrations had been taken out on some poor passerby, earlier in the evening. She was simply basking in the aftermath. Away from the body of course. Had she been paying attention, she may have noticed the other Lieutenant making 'his' way down the sidewalk. However she was busy, lost in her own thoughts and rather ignorant to the things around her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 5:46 pm
If anything could've gotten Variscite's attention, it would've been a lady in a short skirt. The sight of a pair of legs made her look away from the stars. She couldn't see much of the figure, just the outline of a skirt and a glimpse of purple.
"Damn, I didn't want to deal with a senshi tonight," she groaned. "My dear, you won't cause me much trouble, will you?" Variscite leaned on the other side of the pole.
"I'm going to take your Star Seed. There's nothing to it, just hold still."
Variscite stretched out her fingers, looking at the gleaming claws.
"Are you ready?"
Variscite stood up from the pole and snaked a hair through Paragonite's long hair.
"I am. I'm sorry if you aren't. No one's really ready, are they?" Variscite lashed out with her claws, aiming for the girl's face.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 6:32 pm
Before Paragonite had time to process what was going on, she found herself dodging a pair of metallic claws coming at her face. Her eyes grew wide and she bolted away from the pole. Flipping around on her heels, she took a look at her assailant. He was pretty thin, not much taller than herself. She furrowed her brow, and threw her hand down to her side, her baton appearing and she twirled it once, taking another step back.
"What the hell are you on?" she snarked out. "Starseeds? Keep your damn claws to yourself!" Paragonite should have introduced herself then, denoting the fact that she was a Lieutenant, and grabbing her starseed likely wouldn't win this boy any points. However, the anger had riled up in her, and the fact that he'd gone for her face was enough to cause the skirted lieutenant to dig in her heels and come towards the other, ready to take the baton and crack it into the back of his legs.
Teach them a damn lesson.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 6:55 pm
"Stupid senshi!" Variscite watched Paragonite whirl around to look at her. "Do you even know what your Star Seed is?"
Variscite crossed her arms as the other lieutenant approached. "I'm surprised yours hasn't gotten stolen already. Today must be my lucky day!"
She wasn't expecting the Baton, however. She lifted up one of her legs when she saw the swing, and was lucky to only have one of her legs be struck. Sadly, one was enough, and the lieutenant lost her balance. All was not lost, though, because Variscite shot out her hand and grabbed a fistful of Paragonite's hand. The two lieutenants tumbled to the cold concrete, the smaller of the two on top.
Variscite found herself close to Paragonite, and saw the darkness in her eyes. She felt the darkness radiating from her. It was new, fresh... this one was a new lieutenant.
"s**t," said Dale. One might of thought that the curse was because of her mistake, but that sadly wasn't the case: "You're gorgeous."
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 7:36 pm
Paragonite shrieked as her hair was yanked. As she tumbled down on top of Variscite, she found herself uttering a constant stream of obscenities, all directed a the 'retarded' Lieutenant beneath her. On top of that all, the a**-hat had the nerve to compliment her appearance.
"******** you." she snarled at Variscite. Managing to get enough wits about her to get a leg under better control, Paragonite threw her knee up into the mans groin.
Or, wait. What? "The hell?" she looked down at Dale, glowering now. "You're a chick?" confusion was written all over Paragonite's face as she managed to pick herself off of the other. She was still angry about being mistaken for a senshi, but the anger was momentarily pushed aside by the sheer, what the hell of the entire situation.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 7:46 pm
Variscite looked up at Paragonite while the newer lieutenant picked herself up. Her crotch was very sore from the kick-- despite the fact that she didn't have a man's package, it still hurt to get kneed there. So, when she gave Paragonite one of her dazzling smiles, it was pained.
"Who said that I wasn't? We seem to both be making a lot of assumptions tonight. Sorry, the skirt threw me off... lovely thing that it is."
Dale did a sort of crab-walk to back away from the other lieutenant and quickly snapped her legs shut. She didn't need another knee there, no thank you.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 6:33 pm
Paragonite continued to glower at the other Lieutenant. She grumbled under her breath. "At least some of our assumptions were a little more on the harmless side." Her voice was on edge, and her body was tense. Her eyes never left Variscite as the other woman did the odd crab-walk. Little creepy, but nevertheless.
She gripped her baton tightly, her knuckles white (not that you could see them). Para took a few breaths, letting her rising blood pressure sink back down, trying to smooth over her own ruffled feathers. Sure, honest mistake. Yeah. Whatever.
It still was no damn good excuse.
"Lieutenant Paragonite." she almost spit out, "You are?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 6:51 pm
"A lieutenant? Really?" Variscite made no attempt to hide her roaming eyes as she stood up and straightened out her sash. "Your uniform still looks like a fuku, honey."
She put a hand on her hip and looked down at Paragonite.
"I'm also a lieutenant, in case you couldn't tell. I am Variscite, just a humble lieutenant...." Variscite did a sweeping bow, betraying her arrogance.
"What are you doing around this part of town? I've noticed that people tend to prefer the rooftops. It's rare to meet a lieutenant with their feet on the ground." Variscite pointed down at Paragonite's shoes.
She walked around the other lieutenant, no, it was more of a strut. It was almost like a peacock, really.
"Nice weapon. Are you a band geek or something?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 7:06 pm
Paragonite stared at Variscite, crossing her arms over her chest. If looks could kill, well. Variscite likely would have been dead about 5 minutes earlier, but that was beside the point.
"Humble my a**." she quipped, unimpressed by Variscite's false modesty.
"And if you must know, I was taking a few minutes to contemplate where to go next. I've already done my duty enough for one evening, and I have to prepare for what is to be done tomorrow. In fact, I would already have been gone if it weren't for your ill-thought out plan." she scoffed, rolling her eyes as the other circled her.
"Bite your tongue, toothpick." she snarled in return, "My hobbies are none of your concern. And the back of your leg is now quite familiar with my 'geeky' weapon. ." she finally let her arms drop back to her side, twirling her 'band geek' weapon once around.
"I mean, that's like asking if you have crabs because that's how you decided to walk."
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 7:25 pm
"I don't enjoy biting my own tongue," Variscite shrugged like the comment hadn't been a threat. "Besides, we lieutenants are supposed to work together, or didn't you know that? Don't you have a captain? Are you part of the Fluffy Bunny Team?"
She laughed lowly, but winced when she remembered the "geeky" weapon in question... but at the accusation of STDs, Variscite stood up tall-- like it was a matter of utmost important.
"Believe me, my moves have nothing to do with nasty things like that. I just wanted to get away before you divebombed my crotch again. I may not be a man, but I'm still sore from that."
It was Variscite's turn to roll her eyes.
"At least I'm not the one in a sailor skirt."
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 7:32 pm
"I don't enjoy having to break jaws either, but I will when the situation calls for it. And no, I am not part of the Fluffy Bunny Team. However Captain Serandite seems competent enough. I follow Captain Linarite currently. Thank you." oh yes, team enterprise. She still wanted to bash Scheelite's head in.
Paragonite chose to ignore Variscite's commentary about her lack of STD's. She really didn't care. That hadn't been the point, it'd obviously flown above the manish woman's head.
She shrugged and did a spin around in her skirt. "Don't be hating just because my legs look damn good in a skirt, and you could never pull it off." All those years of prancing around the stage? Oh yeah, payoff.
What? She knew her good features.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 7:39 pm
"Oh yes, your legs look fantastic. Botticelli would've had to re-paint his Venus if he saw you. But I'm sure you've heard all those lines before..." Variscite took a step closer. "And you're right. I've seen myself in skirts-- Crystal Academy calls for them. They don't work for my looks at all. My legs are too spidery for them, and fishnet would only make it worse. No, a gentleman looks better in pants... or at least something that calls to the slenderness of my figure. Much different from what a skirt does for you."
The dark-haired woman was bold enough to finger an edge of Paragonite's skirt, but only on the side opposite of the one where the baton lurked.
"I bet it's soft-- very unlike you. You're sharper than all that." Variscite backed away, a smirk on her lips.
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 7:53 pm
"If you'd like, I could show you how sharp I really am." Paragonite's words were filled with ice as she batted the other woman's hand away.
"Hands off." she hissed. "Look. I'm going to opt to," she sighed, "pretend like you didn't try to maul my face in. I'm doing this only because we, unfortunately, are working towards the same goal. I have no interest in taking you out, right now. I simply want to get what I procured, back to where it belongs." she shook her head.
"So, Lieutenant Variscite, I'd love to say it's been a pleasure. But, it really hasn't been."
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 8:03 pm
"It's appreciated," Variscite's face grew serious for once. "We need to work as hard and as quickly as we can to give the Negaverse all the power it needs. Our Queen needs-- and demands it. I, too, will do all I can to bring her this Earth."
(Even if she is married.) The thought ran through Variscite's head, before it was squashed by the mental image of Obsidian's fist.
"Hopefully next time we will find ourselves working side-by-side instead of against one another. Though I gladly take the blame for our previous scuffle."
The smirk returned, and the seriousness disappeared.
"After all, I got to glimpse a pair of lovely legs, didn't I?"
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