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 Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 9:13 pm
It was late and way past Devi's curfew. But Devi wasn't existent right now for it was a night for Sailor Requiem to be out. After the fiasco at the masquerade ball, Sailor Requiem had the motivation she needed to fulfill her Senshi duties. Patrolling the streets at night for these "youma" creatures appeared to be one such task, and seemed like an easy enough of one to perform. Requiem's biggest enemy at the moment was not the evil that may haunt the city, but the tiredness that haunted her.
It was late and way past Devi's curfew. She hadn't had any caffeine to keep herself awake all day, but had taken a bottle of soda before she left for the night for her patrol. Unfortunately, the delicious cola had not even a drop left and she still didn't feel awake. Disappointed, she tossed the empty bottle into a trash can without so much as a glance, sighed, and continued to make her way lazily down the streets.
A few steps later, however, she heard something suspicious. She turned around to see the trash bin moving.
"What the---," she started, but was interrupted as the empty bottle of soda was thrown out of the trash and hit her square in the face. "Ow, mother ******** covered her hurt face with one hand and looked up at the trash bin. What the hell was that? The trash bin rattled. Perhaps this night was a good night for patrol. A trashy (literally) youma burst out of the trash can. It was disgusting, really, covered in trash and dripping in who-knows-what-and-who-really-wants-to.
"Awesome," Requiem said, half-sarcastically. It was a gross monster, something she'd see in a lame B-flick horror movie, and it was time for Sailor Requiem to kick some a**. "Come at me!"
Unfortunately, Requiem wasn't as brave as she thought, and the monster was more obedient than she hoped. The monster started to charge at Requiem, and as a natural reflex, Requiem began to run down the streets, screaming as she was chased.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 11:30 pm
By rights, nobody should be up at this hour -- youma, negaverse, and senshi attacks still made the news. Nobody in their right mind would be up at this hour, especially with winter beginning to set in. Carter was probably one of the more attuned to the change than other male senshi, given his uniform. Already he was rubbing his arms as he walked through the streets on patrol, wishing he was smart enough to take off his jacket before transforming into Sailor Merope.
He really, really missed the summer. The warmth, the freedom, and the opprotunities to break into the local water park... Ahhh! Those were the days. Merope sighed. Winter blows.
Thankfully it wasn't winter yet, and he still had time to -- wait. Was that a scream?! The senshi of rogue waves burst into a sprint, forgetting about his troubles and the fact that he was still cold and ran towards where he had heard the scream.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 12:53 pm
Sailor Requiem continued dashing down the streets chased by the trash-monster. After about three blocks, it had finally occurred to her that she was the Senshi and that the monster should be running from her. She slid out one foot, skidded on the ground and did a fast 180°-turn. The real Devorah Gellner would have fallen flat on the ground and probably ended up with a broken ankle and arm (and that's before the youma would have its way with her), but not Sailor Requiem. Requiem had far more grace.
After doing the stylish turn, Requiem tripped and fell to the ground mere moments later. Okay, so not entirely graceful. This trouble gave the monster plenty of time to catch up, and it was rather close to her now. She rolled over and started crawling a few steps before she picked herself up and gave the ever-close monster a stern look in the eye as she spread her arms out to both sides.
"Requiem Coffin!" she shouted as she clapped her hands together right before her, the tips of her fingers pointing straight at the trash monster. Suddenly, a coffin formed around the trash monster, trapping it inside.
"Phew," she said, squatting over a bit and panting heavily. She needed to get into more shape for this type of activity. She looked up at the coffin and knew it won't be long before her power wears off, she needs something to smash the coffin with to really hurt the youma inside. But what? A wooden plank resting on the corner of an alleyway caught her eye. How convenient!
She grabbed the plank and examined the coffin, looking for the best way and angle to strike.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 6:44 am
His stylish sash and vest flapped openly in the breeze as Merope ran, the boy slowing to bat it out of the way before running. Seriously, how did he manage to run before?! Then again, having an open vest earlier in the year was a welcomed thing. Perhaps he should just swallow his pride already and button it up?
... Nah. Minus two-hundred and sixy cool points if he did!
The boy leaned forward and put on a burst of speed as he spotted the youma in front of him, watching as -- did something just happen to it?! He remembered seeing those things at the ball... Was it a new youma trick? It had to be!
Merope ran, jumping and pulling back his fist as he did so. "WAVE FIST!" He yelled, bringing his fist forward to strike at the coffin with the power of a portable senshi-level rogue wave punch.
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 4:42 pm
Requiem was just about to swing the wooden plank and smash the coffin when someone else did that for her - a strong punch that shattered the coffin. The remnants of coffin pierced the monster's flesh, and combined with the force of the intruding Senshi's punch, the monster was gravely injured - close to defeat. Requiem was not pleased.
"Hey, you!" she shouted at the male Senshi who had stolen her kill. "Who do you think you are, jumping in? I had this!" She knew that she probably shouldn't mind so much. They were both on the same side after all! But Sailor Requiem had become frustrated with her lack of individual successes, and she had hoped that this night would be one. Until this Senshi trampled all over her plans.
The monster groaned weakly. "Oh, shut up!" she shouted at the monster as she turned around quick, swinging the wooded plank directly to the monster's face, effectively defeating it. "Who are you, anyways? The Senshi of Interruption?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 2:10 am
Sailor Merope was unprepared for what happened next. In all honesty, he just thought he'd punch a hole in it, not have the entire thing shatter on him like that! “Wh-whoooah!” The boy stumbled, scrambling backwards as the youma roared in surprise and pain before lunging at him. Times like this made him happy that gloves came with the uniform, but it didn't stop a look of sheer disgust from crossing his face as he thrust his hands out to stop it from coming any closer. His hands sank into it a bit with a moist squelch.
“What?!” He yelled back, coughing at the stench of the youma. “What do you m-”
THWACK!
“AGH!” The boy yelped as the youma slouched over, falling on top of him. The senshi scrambled as fast as he could out from under it, grimacing and trying to brush the trashy remains off of him. “Uggh! Why didn't you do that faster? Even I have my limits of grossness, but this tops them!” He flicked his hand, sending a glob of the youma off to one side. “And no, I'm Sailor Merope. What...” Sailor Merope trailed off, staring at her. A look of confusion crossed his face. “You don't look much like a senshi.”
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 11:06 pm
Sailor Requiem looked down at her feet, examining her outfit. She then looked back up at Sailor Merope.
"Excuse me?" she asked, with a bit of sass. She was getting pissy. "I don't look like a Senshi? You look like you're ******** Aladdin, and I am the one who doesn't look like a Senshi? Besides, isn't this Senshi business usually a girl thing?"
She knew she was being a b***h with a capital B, but she stood her ground. She was not happy with this boy jumping in and taking her defeat, completely robbing her of the practice she needs and desires.
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 12:52 am
"Nuh-uh! Aladdin's pants are poofier and he doesn't have this rockin' thing!" Merope challenged back, grabbing his golden emblem from around his neck and pointing to it for emphasis. He dropped it in order to stare at her, looking at her quizzically. "A girl thing? What do you mean? I've met more boys than girls -- shouldn't it be more of a boy thing, then?"
"Besides!" Merope began again, pointing, "Since when did uniforms come with capes? Nevermind that it looks rather short and silly with that fringe and all."
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 9:57 pm
"Oh, right, I'm the one who looks silly, running around in this type of weather wearing that kind of clothing," Requiem scoffed. She didn't have much of a fashion sense, but thought of her own uniform as rather lovely, unlike this other Senshi's. "Besides, haven't you ever seen a super hero? They all wear capes. Superman wore a cape! The goddamn Batman wore a cape! And the goddamn Batman is a badass. Aladdin, on the other hand, is not a badass. And you are not a badass. You're just a...a...kill-stealing weenie!"
Oh no, she called him a weenie! Things just got serious, it is on.
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 6:37 pm
Merope frowned as she brought up a very good point. His fuku was among the least ideal things to wear in the cold weather, all though he knew that there was far worse to wear out there. "At least I'm not swearing up a storm in the summer!" He replied back, sticking his tongue out at her.
Upon being called a weenie, Merope just stared. A weenie?! "Well ex-cuuuuuuuuuuuse me, princess! You know what? That cape? Yeeeeah that's totally my bad. It's too short and rinky-dink to be an epic cape, just like your hair!" Oh snap.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 10:43 am
Sailor Requiem wanted to cry. Her hair? Cheap shot, man, cheap shot. It was a good (is good the correct word?) thing that she was able to lower herself down to his level, and even lower.
"My hair might be short," she started. "But it sure as hell is a lot ******** better than blue hair! Let me ask you something: does the carpet match the drapes?" That was not a question she ever would want an answer to. Hopefully he wouldn't answer. Or might he? Should she run to avoid it? Or....
"Requiem Coffin!" she called as she stretched out her arms and then clapped them together, using her coffin-summoning powers on the other Senshi. That should shut him up.
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 7:08 pm
"What?!" Merope asked, incredulously taken aback. "For your --" He didn't get to finish as the coffin sprang up around him, prompting the boy to step backwards in shocked. One hand was raised in a gesture before the coffin lid slammed shut on the boy, entrapping him.
Muffled shouting came from inside the coffin as the boy began to pound on the coffin's door. It looked like Sailor Requiem would never know the answer to that, in addition to "How many punches does it take to get out of the center of a coffin?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 11:08 pm
Requiem sighed with relief. With the other Senshi in the coffin, she could hardly hear his shouting from inside the coffin. He'd be able to break out soon enough, and she didn't want to stand there waiting for that. She was less afraid he'd attack her in revenge, more afraid that he'd give her the answer. Afraid of the latter, she took the opportunity to flee from the scene and headed home.
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