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 Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 10:01 pm
Her first patrol without her boyfriend breathing down her neck was absolutely liberating. She went wherever she wanted, as quickly or slowly as she wanted; she investigated down an alley and found nothing but a stray cat and some foul smelling trash, idly leapt from rooftop to rooftop and spied on the streets below. A few cars passed by, but not many, which didn't surprise her given the time of night. In fact, she hadn't seen much of anything, and that was disappointing -- she finally got Parker off her back and it was for nothing? -- but what could she really do?
Then a scream pierced the stillness, and her pulse leapt, hammered. Fear and excitement warred for precedence, her hands balling into fists at her sides as she jumped three buildings -- click, click, click, heels on concrete -- and teetered near the edge of one.
Below was a woman, shopping cart piled with things, cowering against the mismatched brick walls as a youma loomed over her. It didn't matter that she was homeless, that everything she owned was worthless and dirty, because she was in need and Magellan could handle this. More, she'd seen it, and no one else was here... no one but her could take care of this.
"Hey! a*****e!"
As far as battle tactics went it wasn't smart, but it did have the benefit of getting the youma to jerk back and search for the source of the voice. Distraction from the prey, check.
Then Magellan sailed off the side of the building, heels together, and landed right on top of the thing.
What followed wasn't graceful but it got the job done, for the most part; completely pissed that something was actually fighting back, the youma directed all its attentions on her and her delicious starseed, leaving the homeless woman to continue to cower and babble entirely forgotten. Magellan attacked only enough to aggravate, throwing punches and bruising her knuckles as she did, darting backward and zig-zagging to lure it away.
And that worked, really, until it got super pissed. Then, moving faster than she'd seen thus far, it lunged at her, pinned her underneath it, and raked its claws across her bodice.
Swearing, she kicked it off her chest... only to see it fly backward, backward, much further than the power of her kick. She staggered to her feet, pressing her hand against the scratches on her chest, and cursed again when she saw it was trying to retreat.
No goddamn way.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 1:00 am
It was better that Gunn patrolled alone.
Not because she was antisocial, because Gunn loved to talk to people. She would tell them plenty of things, completely seriously and entirely deadpan. Things like get out or I'll set you on fire. Sure, there would be sirens any second now--who knew when the family she'd scared away from this youma would come to their senses and realize they could totally call the cops--but Gunn could handle that. She had before. A handful of fire scared just about everything.
Also, when you couldn't set your hand on fire, a book of matches would do just fine. So she was flipping open her matchbook with a hand, holding off the youma with sharp downward kicks with her heel when it ventured too close. It was her usual tactic and it worked pretty well. Matchbook of flames, throw it and incant--
--aaaaand then another youma bowled into her, sending her sprawling. At least she hadn't struck the matches yet. Gunn rolled, coming to her hands and knees with a wince. Ow, her leg! "Hey," she yelled to the other senshi, "What the ******** are you doing?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 4:11 pm
Magellan was not impressed to find that senshi had still not improved on the battlefront basis. She couldn't count how many times in the past she had been in the process of kicking something's a** and had been distracted by some rube demanding to know what was going on. They had eyes, didn't they? She was clearly chasing down this b*****d youma to defeat it and bring great justice to the streets.
Or something. God.
Sparing the other senshi only a brief, terrible look, Magellan pushed off the ground and launched herself at the youma, tackling it from behind and going into a wild grapple/roll/wrestle, grunting every time a bit of exposed flesh grated on the asphalt.
Goddamn, she wished her fuku was more like a ******** policeman's uniform.
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 10:52 pm
Gunn was pissed now. Not at the youma. The youma, well, the youma was handleable. She was handling it. Barely worth her time, really, some wet-behind-the-ears White Mooner would come along and dust it if she didn't. She was just irritated over being assigned to clean-up crew for the ******** Negaverse. Oh well, they'd get their comeuppance. And soon. Gunn smiled, thinking of it, and kicked her youma back one more time.
The anger right now was directed at the stupid, wet-behind-the-ears White Moon senshi who bowled through someone else's battle and then thought she was in the right to act like Gunn had done something wrong. Honestly, who did that.
Her own monster wasn't moving all that much. Just rolling its head from side to side, a thin keen coming from between its lips. Nothing like Tanzanite's voice, but enough to send reflexive shivers down Gunn's spine as she strode purposefully towards the monster's head and stomped on it, driving her heel straight through the skull. "Get clear, senshi," she yelled to the froofy blue-haired girl, her voice the commanding tone of a leader of the Blood Moon Court.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 8:56 pm
Magellan might have spared the time to be further annoyed with the other senshi, and perhaps even informed her that she didn't like her tone, but she was busy wrestling her mostly-live youma. Black ooze stained her gloves as she grabbed its head and cracked it against the pavement, wincing when she was thrown off the beast and sent tumbling across the ground. She got to her knees, gripping her shoulder with one hand while she hissed out a breath, and watched the youma shake its head and dart backward.
Dropping her arms, she rolled her shoulders and pointed at the youma, a small sphere of powder forming around her finger as she shouted, "Powder Puff Prison!" She flicked her finger, sending the ball of powder hurtling away from her, growing in size until it was big enough to encompass the creature. From inside, it shrieked, beginning to thrash and stumble about; the sphere followed it as it moved, and Magellan smirked, satisfied.
That was a hell of a lot more useful than her damn powder field, anyway.
She took a moment to rub her shoulder again, gaze sliding to the other senshi as she did. Had Gunn not been about to do something (attack, most likely) Magellan would have rushed forward again, but she did not exactly want to be the victim of friendly fire.
Expression suspicious, she waited.
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