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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 9:29 pm
She was bored as hell, so much so that if she saw flying pigs she wouldn't be the least bit entertained. Sailor Nemesis laid across one of the park benches, her butt bow flowing over the edge of the wooden bench and skimming just above the grass. Kicking a heeled boot into the air, she stared blandly up at the stars. She couldn't sense one single youma in the entire area, and usually the park was full of them. Had someone beaten her to patrolling tonight, or were the youma finally wizened up to the fact that they could not defeat her?
Nemesis would wish it was the latter bit that was true, but then she really would have nothing to hunt. Negaversers were proving to be a little elusive, and while she personally would enjoy beating the s**t out of some of them... it was easier to find youma and take out some pent up anger issues out against them. Youma were easy prey, and hell, taking out one every night did wonders for Nemesis' ego (though it really needed no aid at this point).
With a soft groan she sat up, staring blandly at the walkway twisting into the dark trees. Really, it was a prime time for youma to come out and play. Maybe people were developing brains and staying away from places where bodies ended up being found. Eh, she really didn't think mankind was THAT intelligent, on a second thought.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 9:39 pm
"YOU."
It was almost as if some higher power had been watching over Sailor Nemesis that evening... taking in her situation in all its grand dullness, taking pity upon her insurmountable boredom, and deciding that tonight was her night for a blessing. For in that next moment after she got up off the bench, she heard a pressed, sharp voice ringing through the cooling darkness.
A very familiar voice. Granted, many voices had clouded the air of the now mostly-decimated convention center during the battle for the Crystal, but the human brain had a way of associating this particular one with the welt on her face that hadn't quite gone down yet.
And right when Nemesis had put two and two together, there she was -- already running at full speed towards her from the sidewalk, fist raised and ready.
Uranophane held one hell of a grudge, and she was still pissed about that bullshit paralysis attack.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 9:56 pm
She recognized that voice, the slight tickle of familiarity rousing her sleeping thoughts. Oh, oh, so there was a god! Nemesis recognized that blur heading towards her, hell, even the sound of those pointed boots hitting the stone path rang with familiarity. This was that b***h who had punched her in the ball. Nemesis was still rather sore over losing that crystal, especially since it seemed like it was something that she HAD to obtain. Really, there had to be a God, because who else would know that this was the perfect way for Nemesis to release her anger?
But, alas, she had no time to fall down onto her knees and thank God for His unrelenting kindness. She hardly had time to think, even. Her body was already moving into action, the muscles of her legs bunching together, storing energy for the sudden burst of speed that followed after. Her hand balled into a fist, lifting above her head to strike at her opponent.
What she felt first was a fist colliding brutally with her cheek, a fraction later the impact of her own fist against her opponent's cheek. She could feel the vibration from the impact running up her arm, but more so she felt the goddamned b***h of a pain radiating and throbbing in one half of her face. The sailor senshi stumbled back, cursing fluently. She hadn't expected to be hit first, and it left her dazed for a few seconds.
Those few seconds passed by quickly, and to save her first from more earth-shattering impacts, she raised her knee, aiming a kick at the Negaverser's side.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 10:12 pm
The Negaverser couldn't believe her luck either, really. She'd just dealt with what was probably one of the worst eighteenth birthdays in human history, and in spite of telling most everyone she didn't really care about it, it had added some weight to the pit of bitterness residing in her gut. Along with everyone else that had been going on with her life -- her boyfriend in a coma, her increasingly confusing and strained relationship with Vera -- this meant she had a powerful drive to do something reckless so she could distract herself from it all for a few minutes.
And this one senshi, out of all the ones out there, whose name she didn't even know... all she really knew about her was that she completely hated her guts... had decided to show up on the Captain's patrol path. So, of course she took the bait without a second thought. Of course she went and threw that punch.
Nothing had ever felt so utterly satisfying -- and at the same time, so utterly painful and enraging. For a brief moment time wound down to a slow-mo crawl as the image of Sailor Nemesis's face deformed by her first, partially blotted out by the fist of the senshi on her own face, was committed to memory. The next instant the Negaverser was trotting backwards, the tips of her boots digging into the pavement.
"Fancy seeing you here on a night like th-huagghhhhh--"
And one point to Nemesis: she didn't stop to listen to the monologue. Uranophane found herself about to get violently intimate with the pavement if she didn't react soon, and in a show of frantic reflexes did a bizarre sideways cartwheel to keep her balance. The momentum allowed her to loop back around and swing her own boot out, its cruel-looking tip headed straight for the senshi's shin.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 10:32 pm
Sailor Nemesis did not make time for monologue in the middle of a fight. Maybe at the end she'd tell her opponent her name, just to rub it in so that Uranophane would never be able to forget the name of the senshi who had defeated her. Nemesis could almost picture it in her head, Uranophane curled up on the ground in a ball, clutching at herself in agony. And there Nemesis was, towering triumphantly over the loser, the heel of her boot planted firmly on the middle of Uranophane's back, a nice American flag waving in the background behind her. It was a beautiful, tear-inducing picture.
It was also a distracting image, and as pictures of her victory swarmed through her head a deadly tip of her opponent's boot dug into her shin. She yelped with pain, the leg caving underneath the pressure, sending her down onto her knees. But, if Uranophane thought that this would be the end of the battle, she was dead wrong. Nemesis would fight until she could fight no more, and she never fought clean. She took what blows she could get, and from her position on the ground, the next action was clear enough to her.
Growling in the back of her throat, she lunged at her towering opponent, trying to wrap her arms around Uranophane's waist and forcibly drag the teen down onto the ground with her. They'd be even then, and Nemesis could pummel the s**t out of Uranophane's face with her fist. The bruise already forming on the Negaverser's cheek just wasn't enough to satisfy Nemesis' hunger for some bloodshed. "C'mon, b***h!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 9:04 pm
It was a good thing Uranophane's goggles were on. Otherwise Nemesis probably would have gotten a tasty morsel of smug satisfaction when her eyes widened with surprise at the sensation of arms hooking around her waist and yanking her down. The next instant they both hit the pavement, and hard, the senshi's grip still deathly strong and keeping her from springing back into action.
Needless to say, the several few moments were kind of frustrating, the senshi determined to keep Uranophane pinned and the Negaverser determined to try and get up off the ground again. For a minute or so they remained tangled on the ground -- grappling each other's limbs and yanking at each other's hair, trying to twist each other in wrestling pins they probably only half remembered from seeing it on television a few times -- and to make things worse, the grounded struggle combined with grunts and cries of aggression meant any unlucky passersby probably got completely the wrong idea about what exactly it was they were doing.
"Get. The <********>. OFF!" Uranophane snarled for the second or third time -- and then as her hair was pulled again and her head twisted at an uncomfortably unnatural angle, she suddenly remembered she had those pointy metal shoulderguards. So she abruptly changed tactics, twisting her torso around in an attempt at ramming her foe with one of them.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 9:19 pm
She had no idea how long she was grappling with the Negaverser on the pavement, her fingers trying to lash out at her opponent's face. When punching failed, clawing the ******** out of her enemy usually worked just as well! Fortunately, Uranophane's goggles were shielding her eyes, so Nemesis couldn't exactly aim for that weak spot. Her nails glanced over the lens before Uranophane's hands effectively halted her progress. It was a battle for dominance, because whomever got hold of the other first was going to be the irrefutable victor. Nemesis was not going to lose to this b***h. They had an unsettled score from the battle over the crystal.
"Make me!" she panted in retaliation, a little breathless from her effort to get Uranophane under her control. Apparently, that was enough to incite her opponent to try something new. With a soft 'oomph' Nemesis was pushed back with Uranophane's metal shoulder pad. And dear ******** jesus on a ******** stick that hurt. Her first instinct was to clutch her chest to try and stem the pain, but now was not the time to let her hands off of her opponent. Uranophane was already quickly gaining control of the situation with that one blow.
With a growl, she reached down to twist her fingers in Uranophane's braid, trying to get the woman off-balance even just a little bit. Nemesis had to regain control, and quickly. "I bet you're pretty ******** tired, huh, b***h?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 9:34 pm
The Negaverser frothed and pulled back against the strain of Nemesis's grip, a few strands of hair breaking loose and her braid threatening to fall apart entirely from all the abuse it was getting. She had her hands splayed against the ground and her boots digging strongly into the pavement, using all the strength she had to try and slip away like she had been since she was pulled to the ground.
But then the senshi's taunt hit her ears, and almost instantaneously Uranophane went slack -- it was easy to imagine that she might actually be considering giving up --
-- but just as quickly Uranophane wrenched herself around and, with reckless abandon, clamped her teeth over her foe's arm.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 9:42 pm
That characteristic cocky smile flitted across Nemesis face for a few precious moments when Uranophane seemed to go slack underneath her weight. She had the captain pinned between her legs, thighs squeezing to keep the woman trapped. But when Uranophane seemed to give up, Nemesis couldn't help but let some of her attention slip. If the woman was going to give up, Nemesis hardly had to put all of her effort into keeping the damnable Negaverser pinned, correct?
Wrong.
Nemesis screeched with shock and pain as teeth clamped down on her forearm, biting into her glove (which wasn't a lot of protection against the sharp canine teeth). With a gasp she pulled her arm back, enduring the brief second of pain to wrench her arm free. "YOU b***h, YOU ******** b***h!" Apparently biting wasn't Nemesis' favorite way to be assaulted. She'd rather take a scratch than a bite. Her composure was slipping, her concentration following it.
She raised a fist back, aiming a punch at Uranophane's face, but in this process she lifted her weight off of Uranophane's hips, her hand only a light pressure on her opponent's chest so she could push more weight into her throw.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 5:25 pm
This Negaverser had one hell of a jaw. She opted to not let go for several seconds, instead worrying into her arm like some enraged canine, in order to gain herself some more footing. Wonderfully, it worked: Uranophane couldn't see much of what was going on before she finally let go, but could definitely feel the damn senshi's control slipping.
The hand on her chest had stopped pressing so hard, and without another pause she swiped it away and butted her head forward -- both dodging the punch and adding to her own leverage in the process. The tables had turned. Now the Negaverser had a firm grip on Nemesis's shoulder, shoving her down into the pavement.
Uranophane grinned a terrible grin.
Nemesis could see a tiny smear of her own blood on that grin. Ugh.
With a small pop, something had appeared in her other hand. It looked like a pen... it was a pen.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 7:12 pm
She ******** swore that she was not fighting a Negaverser, but a goddamn pit bull. It would have fit, but her opponent did not look the least bit like a muscular killing machine. Nemesis should have had this in the bag from the very beginning, but the tables were turning. Favor was suddenly switching over to the Negaverser, and to her misfortune she was losing her hold on the other woman.
Nemesis had no idea how it had happened, but she had been pushed back down onto the pavement instead. It was quite literally walking in her opponent's shoes. But, while Nemesis was down, she was not out for the count. The senshi struggled violently, legs trying to kick at the Negaverser. Her arms lifted, fingers trying to claw at Uranophane's face. "You're ******** kidding me if you think you've won," she hissed.
A pen? Uranophane was going to defeat her with a pen? What was she going to do, pluck her eye out? ...Actually, that was rather plausible, and with a soft growl Nemesis struggled more. She valued her eyesight.
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 10:18 am
"You're right with that, actually," the Negaverser responded with a curious c**k of her head. "I'm not considering this a victory until your star seed is in my hands..."
She twirled the pen around in her fingers momentarily, until giving it one last flip and gripping it in the familiar 'psychotic stabbing' position.
"...and your corpse is fed to our minions!"
And then the pen came swinging down. Fortunately for Nemesis, she had a target other than her eyes in mind. And, curiously enough, it landed lightly on her forehead, and she could feel Uranophane start to draw several long, jagged lines across her face.
A split second later, there was a stinging pain as the ink proceeded to unzip the the top couple of layers of the senshi's skin.
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 10:32 am
Her opponent was ******** doodling on her forehead. Nemesis swore that if she got up, went home, and looked in the mirror to see Loser written there in big capital letters she was going she was going to cut a b***h. She'd storm right back out of her room, stand on the roof of the tallest building, and scream a challenge to the person who would dare to demean her like this. Hell, it could even be worse, for all she knew Uranophane was drawing a p***s on her forehead. What would be even worse was if this was permanent ink...
But, to Nemesis' misfortune, this really wasn't permanent ink. It was more permanent in a different way. She screeched in a mixture of pain and rage as the layers of skin on her forehead peeled away. Blood began to stream through the creases on her forehead, and in a rage she retaliated. She writhed, kicking and lashing out with her arms. In the end, though, she used the attack that Uranophane would be rather familiar with by now.
"Decay of breath!" she hissed between her teeth. As soon as her enemy was immobilized, things would be better, she'd be better off.
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 12:08 pm
This was actually the first time since idle tests shortly after her promotion that Uranophane had used her weapon for the properties it had gained, and suffice to say she wasn't disappointed. Every line she drew translated itself into a shallow incision -- the pen wasn't only mightier than the sword, it was one.
Negaverse: totally poetic.
She had it in the bag... or perhaps with just an iota more foresight, she would have. Throughout this entire fight Nemesis hadn't invoked her magic even once, and there was no telling whether she had before she got here. Uranophane should have been on higher alert. She realized her mistake when Nemesis hissed out that familiar set of words, and it was with no shortage of internal rage that the movement of her arms wrenched to a stop as if an against an invisible accumulation of rust. The Negaverser was left with a mixture of shock and rage in her expression. It took too much effort to even wrench her jaw open far enough to voice her outrage with a muffled snarl.
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 12:15 pm
Sometimes Nemesis praised herself on her ability to withhold using her attack until she absolutely needed it. In this case, if she had done it any sooner throughout the evening, her opponent probably would still be scrawling all over her face maniacally. Nemesis managed to avoid that future, watching with grim satisfaction as the Negaverser's muscles seized. It was easy enough to shove her enemy off of her, her hands landing squarely on Uranophane's shoulders and pushing her off. Nemesis rose to her feet, and if she were any less smart than she was now, she'd probably start rampaging on the Negaverser in return.
Instead, she knew when they were at a draw. Nemesis was exhausted, her muscles ached from the struggle between herself and Uranophane. She had to wipe at her forehead to keep the blood from streaming down to her eyes. Nemesis was at the end of her energy, and without her attack to back her up any further in the fight, there was only one option for her. "See you later, b***h."
Turning on her heels, she abandoned the scene, leaving the Negaverser paralyzed for only a few seconds longer. It was long enough for her to disappear around the corner and out of Uranophane's line of sight. Nemesis was gone, and though she had ran, it was not necessarily a victory for the Negaverser, nor a loss for the Senshi.
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