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 Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 6:41 pm
After the fiasco at the Halloween Masquerade, Devi had become somewhat more inspired to do something. For the first time since the night she had learned how, she had become Sailor Requiem and tried to be the best Senshi she could be. Unfortunately for her, the best Senshi that Sailor Requiem could be was the kind of teammate that traps other teammates into coffins with invaluable objects inside. The type of teammate that - had this been a game of Halo - drives twelve year old boys into rants of hate.
Sailor Requiem was at the graveyard for now - the location of where she first learned of her Senshi powers when she was attacked by that creature. She wasn't sure where to find these creatures, and figured that perhaps if she waited here long enough, one might come again!
However, it had already been an hour of waiting and Sailor Requiem had grown bored. Her active preparedness had become anxiously waiting by the tombstone of a Sir Frederick Garrington Hillingsowrth III.
"I don't think there's any monsters coming out tonight, Frederick," Sailor Requiem sighed. She wished Sir Frederick would talk back, not only for the company, but she would love the opportunity to meet an actual zombie.
Man. That would be awesome.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 10:04 pm
Halloween had left him with a nasty wound. Six weeks, maybe more due to the intensity of whatever had broken his fingers. As a senshi, that meant at least a month, maybe a week longer. The boon of healing fast was good in theory. Bane in the fact normal medical practices made you keep the cast on longer then was needed. Still, he found his fuku had adapted to the cast and it gave him a chance to work on his left jab. Weaker, but over time it would improve. It had to so he could return to the field after all.
The broken hand was limiting nonetheless. His area of patrol shifted from dense downtown to outskirts, less people, less youma. Also less senshi. Running and jumping his way he didn't expect his phone to beep and notify him of another powered in the area. Curious as to what a senshi would be doing over in the graveyard, Castor jumped the fence to investigate. Hopefully they we not fighting zombies. The brown of Requiem came into view. One of the senshi from the ball. "Oi!" He waved at her.
At least there were no zombies.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 4:47 pm
Sailor Requiem nearly crapped herself at the sound of another voice. Bravery was not something she had learned yet. She leapt up into the air, startled and alarmingly turned to the sound of the new voice. It appeared to be another Senshi. Thank god.
"You scared the s**t out of me!" Requiem sighed with a bit of relief. She remembered seeing this Senshi before - at the ball. She didn't really remember much of what had happened, the entire night was a bit of a blur and for a part of it, she was a coward hiding in the closet, depowered in shame from her mistakes. "How did you know to find me here? Or do you just go looking for lonely girls in isolated areas at night?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 5:27 pm
A small laughter. "Hardly. The days of looking for a midnight lady lover are long past me. No, I used my phone." The device still had the angry Astraea face on it. "You should have one as well, if not, we can take it up with one of the cats." Walking up Castor raised a brow at her attire. "Senshi of Victorian? Well, I'm Castor, Eternal Senshi of Hail. Saw you on the radar and thought I might drop in. It's rare to find powered so far from downtown these days. Much less with-" A tiny shudder.
"Such lively companions." His broken hand was offered in greeting, but the quickly dropped. "Sorry, forgot, kinda busted it up in battle a while back."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 7:53 pm
"Sailor Requiem, Senshi of Burial," she stated proudly. She needed to work on a cool catchphrase to introduce herself. Or maybe a cool pose. On that train of thought, Sailor Requiem posed for Castor, giving him the sign of the horns with both hands, opening her mouth wide and letting her tongue hang out like a boss. Or like a loser. Its a coin toss, really.
"I come here a lot, I like the quiet," she explained. "Been a little too quiet lately." She pulled out her Senshi phone and stared blankly at it. "I have one, but I kind of forgot how to use it. I think the cat told me - I don't really remember - things have been kind of a blur lately. Things have been moving so fast its hard to get a grip on everything. Between that nightmare coma thing and then I broke up with my boyfriend, and now I'm a Senshi and...I don't know you so why am I telling you this. I'm going to stop talking now. Mmkay."
Sailor Requiem looked away awkwardly.
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 11:02 pm
Castor laughed, and that laugh seemed loud and oddly out of place in the graveyard. "Burial huh? Man, guess you are in the right place after all. And I'm digging the pose." He laughed more at his own bad pun. "But seriously, that's kind of nice, to know I'm not the only one in the business of posing to look cool." He gave her his rendition of the battle cry. "Justice rains down from the heavens! Eternal Sailor Castor is here to Protect and Serve!" His pose was bit more dramatic, using several arm motions and having his voice boom with key words. It was very comical when not fighting. It might have been more comical if they had been fighting.
"But the cat didn't teach you how to use the phone? Dang furballs." He held up is own phone. "Point and shoot. Hit scan. This'll bring up data on the senshi, give you a number to call. Regular scan will give ya something like-" He waved a hand. "Senshi sonar. Show you anyone in the area." He smiled. "How I found you." Sitting on a head stone the senshi of hail shrugged. "Talk away. Hell, got any questions? Most of the time I find you newbs you know jack about negas and stuff. Much less how to fight." A smirk. "I admit though, I'm kind of itching to practice fighting with my left hand while my right is out of it."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 11:21 pm
Requiem tried to hold back laughing at Castor's pose, even resorting to covering her mouth with her hand as she slipped out a rare smile. She wasn't sure if it was appropriate to laugh at his battle cry or if he was deliberately acting foolish to ease awkwardness of her own stupid battle cry and pose.
When he explained the phones, she took hers out and examined it, pointed it at Castor and scanned for his information and number. "Interesting," she said. She did have a lot of questions, and wasn't quite sure where to begin. "Questions? Lots of them! I guess first is what the hell are we supposed to be doing? Protect the city, blah blah blah, but is that it? And who are these Negaverse? I saw some of them at the ball. And that loud redheaded woman? Queen something or another? And what the hell happened there? And I don't know anything about fighting!"
She realized she was rambling on with questions, and probably overloading him. "Sorry. I'm just flustered by it. The last time I used my powers I trapped two other Senshi in a coffin. Not the best aim."
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