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 Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 10:50 pm
((Warning: Slightly more mature stuff mentioned ahead.))
Lt. Mica was loitering in the small, dingy ally that both a drugstore and a laundromat backed out onto. It was a shady place in a shady neighborhood, especially for a young woman, but the few passers-by rarely spared her more then a glance. It might have had something to with how her carefully constructed body language allowed her to not seem out of place. It might also have been because no one wanted to get involved with a woman decked out in a full leather bodysuit. Regardless, Lt. Mica was ignored, which suited her just fine. She was hunting, and a predator that drew attention would never get its prey.
The area had many names, of which Mica’s favorite was Knocktown. Knocktown had the typical cast of characters one would expect of a shady area: thugs, dealers, users, working girls, etc. Mica usually didn’t bother with any of them – a live and let live policy – but tonight she was looking for a small-time dealer. The dealer, known as T-Boi, ran a small operation out of his kitchen. For whatever reason he had begun to cut his products with some bad stuff, and one of Mica’s acquaintances had been hospitalized as a result.
She’d stalked T-Boi for days, waiting for him to go somewhere without his lackeys. She wasn’t entirely sure what she’d do with him, but she figure that sticking her hand in his chest might be a good start. After all, it had been done to her, and it hadn’t exactly been pleasant. After that, she’d go back to ignoring most of the denizens of Knocktown. She was doing this because her acquaintance was calling in a favor, not because she was some vigilante hero. Besides, she was supposed to collect starseeds, so she could kill two birds with one stone.
Leaning against the wall of the drugstore, she eyed the laundromat’s back exit, willing T-Boi to emerge. Apparently it wasn’t cool to do your elderly neighbor’s laundry, even if he was being paid to do it, so T-Boi left his lackeys behind. Mica almost wished she had a watch, because it felt like it was taking him an awfully long time to do that little bit of laundry…
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 2:51 am
Turning a wrong corner, Varete had found herself in a filth y run-down laundromat that led to the back alleys.
Despite her raised hood, her long blonde hair attracted more than a few attention, and in particular, a certain man's. She sensed his lecherous gaze on her, and she didn't need to turn around to know that he was smirking at her. "Disgusting." She frowned to herself quietly.
Ignoring his attentions, she breezed through the store and took the exit out through the back alley.
She took notice of the silhouette in the shadows; a quick glance revealed a dark haired girl in a full body leather suit she didn't know whether to call fantastic or horrid. "Eh." Just another face in the crowd, she would have passed the girl by without another thought. Not because she frightened by the girl's intimidating glare, but because people here knew to mind their own business.
Getting involved in someone else's s**t was a hell of a lot more trouble than it was worth.
She was about to leave, but in the brief moment she had passed the girl- a paralyzing sensation overcame her. One she knew all too well. "Ah, so that's what it is." The bored expression on her face didn't change, without an indication to her thoughts, as she simply continued on.
Stomp, stomp, stomp. Behind her trailed the rough pounding of footsteps, as a man emerged from the door behind her. "Hey!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 3:09 am
When the door to the laundromat opened, Mica’s attention was immediately focused on it. Unfortunately, the person that emerged was not T-Boi, unless he had a gender reassignment surgery and had gone blonde. Her eyes narrowed into a mild glare of irritation, willing the girl to move along, when the strangest feeling washed over her. It was something familiar, something she knew she should be able to place, but couldn’t. It was… vaguely annoying. The feeling decreased as the girl walked on, but before Mica could ponder it, the backdoor opened a second time, this time revealing T-Boi. Showtime.
Mica pushed herself of the wall she had been leaning on, allowing her cane to thump against the ground as she walked towards T-Boi. As intended, she quickly drew T-Boi’s gaze, which quickly turned into a leer.
“ Hey baby, you lookin’ for a piece of this?”
Typical. It would seem that T-Boi didn’t want to go home alone tonight, and any female would do. Well, if Mica had her way, he'd be be lucky to go home intact. When she came within arm’s reach, she stopped, and tilted her head slightly as she said, “ I do want a piece of you.”
Mica struck out with her cane, aiming for his head. However, T-Boi had grown up in a rough neighborhood and was involved in a cutthroat business, so he was always on his toes. He barely managed to duck in time, stumbling backwards hurriedly.
“ You crazy b***h!”
A flash of silver, and Mica realized that T-Boi was wielding a pocketknife. Mica felt a wave of cold calmness wash over her as she forced herself to think. She knew that he wasn’t packing heat today; she made sure to get him at a time where she wouldn’t have to worry about that. It didn’t surprise her that he still carried some sort of weapon, but that didn’t change the fact that that little knife complicated things.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 8:26 pm
The shout had caught her attention, but diverted when she noticed the other girl's tactics. Cane in hand, she sauntered over to the male. There was a predatory gleam in her eye, bringing to mind a distinct resemblance to a panther.
On the hunt, I see.
She was hardly surprised by the girl's violent display; she might have done the same herself. Except she would have lowered his guard first. A little seduction would have done it, if the girl hadn't been so hasty to act. Direct and to the point, huh? Varete thought quietly to herself with a disappointed sigh. "A little sugarcoating never hurts." Though the lieutenant had struck hard and fast, the man was able to dodge the attack. Recovering from his shock, he quickly whipped out his pocketknife. "You crazy b***h!" He swore, leading Varete to smile smugly at his unsightly behavior.
Standing off to the side, she watched the battle with amused grin.
"Having some trouble there?" She kept her tone purposefully bland, as if one were having trouble filing their nails.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 12:44 am
The fact that the other girl didn’t leave, or scream, or do any other normal prediction caused Mica a brief flash of bemusement before things began to click into place. That strange feeling was obviously an indication that someone unusual was nearby. Another Negaverse agent, to be specific. She had no way of knowing who the girl was, how much experience she had, or whether or not she was competent. Regardless, she no point in denying the obvious.
“ More then anticipated.” She said in a clipped voice, never taking her eyes off her target. Said target was no looking between the two of them, a slightly wild look in his eyes as he said,“ You’re both crazy! The hell is wrong with you bitches?”
With a serious expression and calm voice, Mica retorted, “ Pigeons. I’m sick of their crap.”
The strange, strangled expression of fear, confusion, and mild hysteria was almost amusing to Mica. Almost. It did make for a nice opening though, and Mica didn’t intend to miss again. She dashed forwarded and this time her cane hit its mark, whacking the knife from T-Boi’s hand. It also nicked Mica’s cane, but some things couldn’t be helped.
“ Any helpful advice?”
That comment could easily be taken as sarcastic or mocking, but its flat inflection made it difficult to tell. Hell, Mica herself wasn’t too sure what she intended to convey to the other girl. It had just seemed like the right thing to say at the time.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 2:57 pm
With a wave of her hand, "Just two girls having some fun." She dismissed his panic as mere triviality. "Why not just enjoy it?"
That was easy for her to say; especially when she wasn't the target of a women's crazy revenge. His hysteria was obvious as he flailed about in a useless attempt to escape the lieutenant's strikes. Unfortunately for him, she was faster, stronger, and better. The next strike knocked the knife easily out of his hands.
In a helpful tone, "Perhaps, you'd do better to get down and dirty." She suggested not-quite-so-helpfully, with a toss of her hair.
Lucky for T-boi, Varete had no intention of stepping in. At least, not yet. Posture held aloof, she stood against the wall with her arms crossed across her chest. As a spectator, she was content to stand there and observe. she was interested to see what the other lieutenant would do in fight. It was obvious that she was new; the meager fight drawn out far longer than it needed to be.
Though seemingly relaxed, her voice held a low warning undercurrent to it. "But," Her eyes narrowed, "-do not let him escape."
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 9:18 pm
That was not especially useful. Mica was thankful that she had had the foresight to make sure her target was free of any serious weapons, because this fellow Negaverse agent did not seem inclined to be useful.
Remembering the knife on the ground, her mind quickly cobbled together a plan. She went into action, her next series of movements surprisingly fluid. She let herself fall down, using her legs to knock T-Boi’s legs out from under him, then used that momentum to twist and grab the knife. She threw it quickly at her target quickly. She didn’t have time to register disappointment when the blade buried itself in T-Boi’s shoulder instead of his neck, because she was on the move, cracking her cane over his head and knocking him out.
In the ensuing silence, Mica eyed the body slumped against the wall dispassionately. He was unconscious, not dead, so while he was out she needed to collect his starseed. She new it was in his chest, but beyond that she wasn’t quite sure what to do beyond that. She could just ask the other girl, but, well, she quickly shrugged that idea away. Trial and error usually worked well enough.
Crouching down, she unceremoniously slipped her hand into his chest, eyebrows furrowing slightly at what she felt. Being a paramedic, it wasn’t quite what she had expected. Feeling nothing that she would consider a starseed, she moved her hand up, closer to where his heart would be. There!
After the starseed slipped from her grasp from the second time, a frown began to tug at Mica’s lips. How could something inside a confined space possibly be so hard to grab? It was almost as if the starseed was coated in some sort of slippery slime, what with how she simply couldn’t get a good enough grip on it to pull it out. Would she have to use two hands?
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2010 5:31 pm
"Don't." said a soft voice, as Val placed one hand atop the lieutenant's.
She raised a finger to lip in a silent gesture, as her clothes parted away to reveal the negaverse agent beneath. She laughed softly at the lieutenant's efforts."It is not a a object that may be simply yanked out," She whispered. Relishing the feel of his steady heart beat beneath her long slender fingers.. To know that she was holding his life in her hands..
It was a exhilarating feeling.
"A starseed as you know," She murmured, "is the essence of a human's life." It fluttered with every beat of his heart, and Valleriite knew that the girl would be able to feel the energy pulsing through her palm. "You must treat it with care." The words of her own mentor, Tanzanite echoed softly within her. "Because they are but a mere shell. Beneath these worthless layers is buried a beautiful gem."
Her hands pushed lightly forward, encouraging the other girl to attempt the feat once more. "Now, focus." She said with a smile as she pulled a hand.
If Mica only focused, she would be able to feel the spark of life deep in the man's chest.. and seize it's power for herself.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 8:59 pm
The nearly religious reverence in the other girl’s words was lost on Mica. She only thing about starseeds that mattered to her was that the Queen had told her to collect them. She hadn’t asked about the “whys” or the “hows” – a slight oversight on her part, perhaps – because the Queen’s desire had been enough to motivate her.
At least, that was until she felt the throb of power radiating up her arm. That, that was delicious. It was like a ray of light piercing through a haze. Mica decided that this sensation was something she could honestly say she enjoyed and would like to feel again. And again. Now she had another reason to get better at this gig quickly.
Mica’s expression smoothed out as she finally got a decent grip of the starseed and slowly but surely pulled it free. Still crouching, she looked at it with a critical eye. Despite its glow, Mica had a feeling that starseeds could be significantly brighter. While it was better then nothing, she figured she’d have to gather a lot of this dull starseeds to make up for their lackluster quality.
Mica straightened and stood, but another question soon came to mind.
“ How do I deliver this?”
Mica remembered something about Generals, but she wasn't sure how to find them. Actually, she realized she didn't know how to find anyone except by feel, which wasn't what she'd call an efficient method.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 5:39 am
Pulling her hand away, she wiped the dust away on her skirt.
"Delivery..?" She echoed, with one eyebrow raised. Whoever had corrupted the poor girl had obviously not done her job as well as they should have. "Don't tell me you don't know." She said with a shake of her head, her voice a drawl. Revealing a purple badge of her own, "Contact your team leader, have them deliver it to the queen." Of course, teams had been assigned some time ago. If she didn't have a badge, "If not, you can hand-deliver them to the queen herself." She said, with a mockingly sweet smile.
"Though it may be your first starseed," She said, clearly rubbing into the obvious, "One or two will not satisfy the queen's thirst."
Her hands opened to reveal a "few" of her own. "You wouldn't want to get on the queen's bad side now, would you?" She lightly taunted, with a derisive laugh.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 2:53 pm
In retrospect, Mica could see how her introduction into the Negaverse had been somewhat lacking. The instructions she had been given essentially boiled down to some very basic ideas: kill Senshi, collect starseeds, respect the Queen, don’t get caught. Her education had lacked some crucial specifics.
For example, the store stuff in thing air? Mica had been told about it, but had learned how to actually do it purely by accident. She was improving though, because Mica closed her fist over the starseed and it’s glow vanished, indicating that it had been stashed in her subspace pocket.
Dropping her arms to her side, Mica eyed the other girl. The girl had had something to offer, despite the way she delivered it. However, Mica didn’t feel grateful, so she merely inclined her head in a way that could indicate thanks or mere acknowledgement, then left the alleyway, quickly melting into the shadows that the few working streetlights didn’t disperse.
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