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 Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 11:30 pm
This had to be one of the worst areas in town.
There were homeless people hunkered down under newpapers and cardboard boxes, collected coats and whatever else they could find to keep themselves warm at night. These were the unluckiest of the unlucky. No place to squat, no stoop, no park bench, huddled together in street corners and alleys. There was no protection for them out here.
Not even the Senshi that was now flitting between the dilapidated buildings.
He wasn't here to offer them cover from the rain, which had come on a surprisingly cold night. He didn't have warm clothes or food for them. No money or hopes of a way to maintain some kind of standard of living. No, he was just there to find a bad guy to hit, and then call it a day. His good deed, his personal quota that he barely managed to fulfill anyway.
He was not a saint. He was just there to waste some time, find something interesting to do, and that was it.
Super Sailor Chaonis, Senshi of Danger, didn't even look at the homeless people, or the state of the world, this little portion of it ignored by the rest of the city. But that didn't mean he was pretending they weren't there. If they had a youma problem, or if a nega swung by for some easy pickings, at least he would be there tonight.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 11:41 pm
xxxxxShe sat in the darkness and quietness of the allies. What she was, no one really knew. But the inhabitants of the area, the filthy, muddy, disgusting area, knew not to go down her alley. That's just what it was too- her alley. Nobody went down this alley, at least, so everyone thought- because nobody came back.
xxxxxGazing around, the youma looked at her habitat. Filthy came to mind. Browns and greys plastered the entire scene, not a speck of bright color or light could be seen anywhere. The brick walls on one side matched the brick structure on the other side. The great thing about this alley was that somehow, someone had parked a car on one side of the alley, and simply left it there. While unfortunate for the humans who quickly hurried through this part of town, it made the alley a virtual dead end- perfect place for a hideout.
xxxxxRegardless, tonight she felt like walking around, hunting for her prey tonight, instead of enjoying the simple pleasure of watching them, wide-eyed, fall into her trap. Smiling stupidly to herself, the youma fiddled with her green, plant-like hair as her red heels made a tapping on the dreary brown sidewalks. Her skin had long lost its luster, instead a sickly shade of wrinkled green, mixed with a putrid sort of yellow. Her leaf-like dress was far too short to be considered appropriate, and reddish blotches covered her skin, like small fungi crowding around a patch of moss. Her purple lips peeled back in a giant smile as she spotted her prey.
xxxxxHissing, she approached a boy, the flowers on either of her shoulders started snapping open and close, hungry for the boys energy. Immediately, her hair no longer looked like vines but became vines. Vines, which were now darting through the air towards the boys sides.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 12:18 am
Chaonis found his target easily enough, eyes narrowing as he spotted a youma headed his way. He grinned.
Element of surprise was not an issue for him. He didn't need it to win a fight, and certainly didn't care if his opponent saw him coming or if they 'got the drop' on him: it wouldn't matter one way or another.
He didn't like youma. Stupid people fell for their tricks, masked as animals or inanimate objects or not bothering at all, but Chaonis wasn't stupid. Of course, he was also a senshi and it was kind of his job to find them and fight them. So there was that. At least this one was up front about it, waving its vines around like it had something to prove.
The senshi moved, turning to face the youma and giving it a triumphant smirk.
"You wanna fight, do you? That's perfect: I was looking for something to use as a punching bag."
Why was he wasting his time talking to this thing?
He didn't think about the homeless people now, forgetting that they had been there or had ever been in trouble. Truth be told, he wasn't doing this just to save lives and be 'useful' as a senshi. That was rather down on the reasons list, in fact. No, he fought because it was damn fun, and he had the ability to do it. So why the hell not?
His charge was straight on, fist drawn back, punch flying toward the youma's face. He ignored the vines for now, cocky enough to think that he was fast and strong enough to get by them.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 12:39 am
xxxxxAs the boy shouted, the youma only grew angry, a second hiss escaping from her purple lips. She shrieked as he lunged forward, but her vines caught him split seconds before he struck her face. At first they barely pushed him backwards, but with lightning quick reflexes, she wrapped them around his arms and torso, creating a firm grasp around the boy, and stopping him in his tracks. With on vine she grabbed his chin and made him look directly at her, at her cold shining eyes, intent on taking his energy.
xxxxxScreaming a sort of victory laugh, she wiggled him around a bit, and then slammed him into the brick wall on her right, and then dropped him. While crashing into a brick wall would hurt, this youma wasn't very powerful, so he unfortunately didn't hit it that hard. She reached out with one vine and began to slowly sap away his energy, like a hummingbird slowly probing pollen from a flower.
xxxxxAs his power swam over towards her, she cackled and looked at the boy defiantly. However, the youma wasn't done playing with him. She retracted her vines, and stopped her draining process. This youma was a firm believer in playing with one's food. Still, she was still upset over the earlier attempt at injury, so she lashed out with her claws towards the senshi, fully extended. Green claws slashed forward, towards the boy with a sort of feminine fury.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 1:25 pm
"Hey!" He struggled as the vines caught him, kicking and pulling at his arms in an effort to get free. So that hadn't been the best idea he'd had so far, but hey. It made things interesting?
He was cocky. Always was, but now more than ever. Because of recently powering up, he thought himself well above a need to concern himself with pitiful youma. He could fight them, have fun with them, mock the hell out of them, but they would never be trouble.
Until he, obviously, ran into one that actually was, and learned a lesson the hard way. That was, after all, the only way for him to actually learn anything, anyway.
He grinned at the youma when it took delight in his predicament. Not worried yet. The grin faded when he slammed into a wall. A little worried now, but more pissed off. When it let him go, though, all his confidence came flooding back and he got to his feet.
"I'm not going to be a snack for you, ugly. Warning! Earthquake Zone!" He called his attack, feeling the affect. Magic powered him up, making him faster and stronger. He leaped away from the first attack, sideways, before lunging at the youma again for another punch. This one he was intent to land, because now he was fighting with magic.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 2:17 pm
xxxxxThe youma cackled as the senshi stood up to stand on his feet. He looked no more than a bit bruised perhaps, but she could tell his pride was the one aching. She positively devoured his hurt pride; she lived for his humiliation. In a mocking, bored fashion, she extended her tongue and hissed, taunting him further. She picked up a few soggy, dilapidated boxes and flung them in his direction, horribly missing. She was a youma, not a baseball player.
xxxxxBut suddenly there was white hot pain on her face. She hadn't even seen the boy move. Yet there was his fist, connected firmly to her face. She let out a gasp of surprise before being flung back and hitting the opposite wall with an empty, heartless thud. Unlike her own toss, the senshi's punch had hurled her much harder against the wall. She crashed into a set of trashcans, leaving the air ringing with the clang of metal against stone. One of her arms felt a bit numb, but she found that she could still wiggle her claws, meaning she hadn't broken anything.
xxxxxIn retaliation, she stood up, now thoroughly pissed. Her vine hair wiggled restlessly; the youma now looked like a sort of pseudo-medusa, her hair wriggling like snakes. Letting out a yowl, she lunged forward, rather slowly, with claws extended. Her vines were already a foot or two ahead of her, anxious to connect with him before her talons gourged his face.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 3:08 pm
Alright, Chaonis didn't like this youma.
Since when did stupid monsters, especially ones who fed on homeless people, have it in them to mock him? Or maybe he was just imagining it because he was embarrassed about being thrown. Either way, he wasn't interested in being the butt of anyone's joke, even if it was a youma that couldn't exactly go off and gossip about him later.
Pride was always an issue, personal or otherwise.
The boxes didn't bother him, or impede his goal of reaching the youma's face with his fist. He let out a triumphant 'ha' when he felt the contact and watched the youma get its turn with being tossed into a wall and then spilled to the floor in a less than graceful trip.
"Doesn't feel too good, does it?" he taunted, though he knew the youma would hardly be able to identify his words, let alone draw out meaning. He grinned cockily, cracking his knuckles as he watched it get back up, eyebrow arching at the vines as they raced forward in front of it.
He moved to grab some in his hands, twisting so he might throw it over his shoulder, swinging by the vines, using her own attack against it. And if that didn't work, he'd just think of something else. Right now, though, he was having fun mocking the youma relentlessly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 4:00 pm
xxxxxThe youma screeched as her vines were tugged, a rippling sensation of pain coursing through her body. The screech sounded like an eagle mixed with a raptor, loud and terrifying. As she flew through the air, she realized that this was her chance.
xxxxxAs she hurled towards the boy over his shoulders, she through a few more vines as his torso to level herself out with him, and then pulled herself towards him. The result was a sort of youma piggyback, but instead of happily holding on like any child would have, she clawed at anything she could reach. Unfortunately, all she could reach was the edge of his clothes and a bit of the skin underneath, before she hit the ground with a bone-cracking thud.
xxxxxAs she looked up, she saw 3 red marks on the boy's back. Not deep ones, pathetic scratches that would maybe make a child weep. She stood up defiantly and lunged at him pure anger, except this time with only one arm extended. It appeared as though she had broken the other. She had quite a few purpleish bruises already, and a few scratches oozing green blood from when she had hit the brick wall earlier.
xxxxxRegardless of her pain, the youma continued to lunge, and finally pinned the boy down with her one remaining arm. Not well of course, he was much stronger than her, but he was restrained for a moment or two nonetheless. She immediately began draining his power, leaving no opportunity for escape like last time. She was all business now. Her hair rattled violently as it wrapped around his legs, preventing movement, at least for his lower half. She was going to finish him off, here and now.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 4:15 pm
"Ugh, what the ********."
Chaonis was not a fan of the sound the thing was making as he tugged on its vines. Not that it could be blamed: the senshi was pulling at thin appendages that were clearly rather sensitive. How would he feel if someone did that to him? Actually, he didn't want to think of the equivalent, in those terms, lest he squick himself out.
His efforts to throw the thing failed, and he found himself covered in vines, with a very unwelcomed guest clinging to his back.
"Hey, get off me!"
He reached back once he was free of the thing, wincing when he found his clothes torn. His armor wasn't as well padded on his back, and he growled that the monster had managed to cut him, even if they weren't life threatening wounds. It had still hurt, and his clothes were now ripped. They wouldn't fix themselves until he powered down. What a hassle.
When the youma tackled him he lashed out and grabbed its arm, feeling it trying to take his energy. Like hell he was going to let that happen! It seemed he had managed to break one of its arms, so he imagined he might as well attempt to complete the set. That was the nice thing to do, right? No one wanted only one broken arm, when they could have two.
He latched his hand onto its arm as he felt its vines around him and wrenched the lower part in one direction, hoping to make it snap at the elbow. He didn't know how strong their bones were compared to humans, though even a person would not enjoy the attack.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 5:15 pm
xxxxxThis pain was worse than before. Worse than anything the youma had ever felt. Now two of her arms were broken, and she tumbled to the ground, letting out another one of her screeches, right into the muddied ground she was now lying in. She let her vines take over being her arms though, and she now had his legs fully pinned down. Even as she lie on the ground, she was slowly sucking his energy away through the power of her vines.
xxxxxOf course, this wasn't going very well. In her weakened state she could only focus for so long. Her vision was a bit blurry as this point as well, from all of the pressure and work strain on her arms. At this point she was almost crying, whimpering from the pain she felt. But it was all instinct. She didn't feel bad for herself. She didn't feel scared that she might die. It was simply instinct to cry when something hurt.
xxxxxAfter all, that's all she was, right? Instinct. A monster, nothing more, meant for crushing. As the boy had said earlier, a punching bag. As her vision began to falter, she began laughing. Laughing a creepy sort of deepened screech, that came from who knows where.
xxxxxWith the laugh, she shot one of her vines out, aimed weakly at the boy's face. Perhaps it would connect. Perhaps.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 6:20 pm
Chaonis needed to get this fight over with, as his head was starting to get a bit fuzzy. The adrenaline of the fight, the fact that it was sneaking off some of his energy, tied together made him dizzy.
He didn't pity it as it whimpered, of course. How did he know that was about the pain (besides it being obvious)? Maybe that was just its way of talking and it was cursing him out. He'd rip off some of these vines if that were the case.
Swinging his fists, he resorted to punching everything he could get near.
The more punches he landed, the more magic built up for his attack. He heard the change in the sounds it was making and didn't like them. It was definitely time to get this fight done. When he vine smashed him in the face and made his nose bleed, that just made him even more determined.
"Damn it!!"
He slammed his fist into its face with enough force to get himself free. From there, he ended his attack in its usual, explosive way. The ground began to shack violently and though he lost the power up to his punches and kicks, he got an earthquake that opened the ground up underneath the youma and knocked down whatever was nearby.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 6:30 pm
xxxxxThis was the end. As the boy repeatedly punched, the monster felt more and more broken. More shattered. Even less than human. Was it a human? The youma wasn't sure anymore. But then, it wasn't sure to begin with.
xxxxxThoughts were getting jumbled. Things were getting mixed up. What was it doing again? Oh right, fighting. Though it wasn't a fight anymore. It was a beating. Was it a noble fight? Who knew. More thoughts flooded in and out. Time was out.
xxxxxPartially out of instinct and partially because it was dying. A single vine shot out from her hair, razor sharp and aimed for his bicep, which was unusually flexed due to his attack. The vine connected, leaving a giant gash down his arm. Oddly shaped like a leaf, if not a very strange one. Afterwards though, the youma just stopped moving. The vine fell limp. Emotionless.
xxxxxAnd then the youma fell into the dark pit Chanois had created. But it didn't matter; the youma was no longer there. Just a simple shell of what was remained. Boxes tumbled into the pit as well, and theyouma disappeared in a cloud of dust. It sparkled and smelled of something delicious, like a freshly opened petunia, or an aged, delicious rose. As soon as the smell was there, it was gone, just like the dust.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 7:15 pm
Chaonis felt a sharp, incredible pain as the youma made one last effort to catch him. If its aim had been better, considering how distracted he had been by just punching its lights out, he might have gotten a much worse wound. Hell, an adjustment in the wrong way, and the vine could have gotten him in the throat.
But he wasn't thinking about that.
He stumbled back and let his attack do its work, clamping his hand over his bleeding arm and swearing. He was not happy. Had he won? Yes. And normally, that was enough. But not tonight, not to the Super Senshi. <******** yelled at the night, probably startling the heavier sleepers among the homeless awake, if they hadn't heard the battle in the nearby alley. He punched at the floor a few times, at the crack he had created in the Earth, not sure why or what it would accomplish. He was furious. At himself. At getting injured. At being proven wrong in his ridiculous cockiness. He was supposed to be untouchable, wasn't he?
His blood dripped onto the pavement and he growled, pushing himself to his feet. The scent lingered in his mind, a memory, and he turned from the scene of the fight, walking off slowly.
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