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 Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 3:55 pm
Ever had been feeling rather good about his world -- so coming out tonight, instead of being an escape or a hunt had been more celebration of reality. Dancing and wading through the crowd was something that left him warm and pleased and brighter than he'd been before the mess of the BMC, flushed and a little tipsy...
Until the girl flipped out on him. He swore it was her fault, too-high shoes coming down on his toes and she was the one who spilled her damned drink, not him. But he was the one who got screamed at and threatened and accused of doing inappropriate things, wandering hands. His assurance that he was absolutely not interested in her much too tight, much too short skirt, laughing and dismissive, was taken entirely the wrong way and only made circumstances that much worse.
So, his celebration torn to pieces, grinding his teeth, he'd extracted himself before a big boyfriend could show up to start s**t and had, instead, lurked by the door for her to come out.
In uniform.
Ilmenite realized that this broke his 'good guy' routine, somewhere deep inside, but most of him thought revenge sounded like a really, really good idea. When she came out, very drunk, for a smoke -- well, he hauled her off alone to pluck energy away and tried not to think about how creepy that really was. Because she deserved it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 4:11 pm
Damian had decided that he enjoyed flying first class. Plush seats, tons of leg room, what else could he want? A beer. Which they wouldn't give him on the flight because he was underage. That's how he had ended up at the club with his fake ID. He needed some alcohol before he went back to his place and had to explain to his roommate where he had disappeared to for two days. It was a conversation he wasn't looking forward to having.
He had been there for a couple hours, spending most of his time at the bar, but occasionally he'd get up and dance with some random girl. He was a handsome guy so it wasn't too hard for him to find a partner when he did want to dance.
When he nearly fell off his bar stool he decided it was time to go home. He wasn't so drunk that he couldn't function, but he was drunk enough. Slipping off the stool he weaved through the crowd stumbling through the door. About to turn and start walking home he stopped, feeling a power signature. Focusing he could tell it was Negaverse. Damn it, he had been hoping to get home without much trouble.
Ducking into an alcove he henshined up, stepping out as Super Sailor Orion. He followed the energy signature until he found a Lieutenant energy draining some girl. "Hey! You! Negadude! Why don't you juss let the lady go?" His words were a bit slurred, but he was understandable. "Juss make it easier on yourself, man." The super sailor curled his hands into fists, in his experiences Negas never made things easy.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 4:21 pm
He was trying to hurry; the approaching energy signature was stronger than him, and Ilmenite had already gotten a pretty good lesson in what happened when a Super came up against a Lieutenant. It wasn't pretty, for him, even if he did manage to get away.
Obviously he didn't hurry enough. He was about done when Orion turned the corner, pulling his hand back and still holding the dumb girl up against the wall, about limp in his hands at this point. Dark eyes flashed onto the senshi and then onto the girl and he dug for banter. Banter made things easy.
"...what lady?" Snide sarcasm and pocketing the energy and trying to pretend like his heart hadn't picked up a few beats. Senshi killed people. Not cool. "I definitely don't see a lady here."
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 4:29 pm
Orion sighed, nope he wasn't going to make things easy. Silver eyes watched the girl, able to see her chest barely moving. It seemed the Lieutenant hadn't been able to kill her yet.
Words caught his attention and he looked back to the Lieutenant. The redhead wrinkled his nose trying to come up with a good comeback. This was so much easier when he was sober. "Yeah? I guess you muss be blind and ugly." So it wasn't the best comeback in the world but it was something.
He thought about using his attack, but he glanced at the girl again. He couldn't send down meteors with her so close, he'd end up hurting her too. Where was Merope when he needed him? Oh yeah, at home being pissed at him.
"Dun make me hurt you, juss put her down, and we can all walk away." He was really trying to avoid a fight, he wasn't sure how well he'd be able to manage himself if they really got into it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 4:33 pm
"..um." Ilmenite seemed to think about that, relaxing a little with the terrible comeback. The idea of fighting against a halfwit senshi sounded much more appealing that the usual kind, in that he might actually have a chance here. He didn't think all that highly of himself; didn't expect that he could win in a fair fight. And unfair one sounded much, much better.
"Sure." And with that, he opened his hands, letting the girl slide down the wall to slump crookedly to one side, her cheek dangerously close to something wet and questionable. She was alive -- very much alive -- energy harvested but certainly not killed. Ilmenite immediately spread his hands in demonstation, flashing a bright smile in Orion's direction.
He hadn't, unfortunately, stepped away from her yet. Not with a very expensive purse dangling so temptingly from her shoulder. "Does that make you feel a bit better?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 4:43 pm
When the Lieutenant finally gave in Orion sighed with relief, good he wouldn't have to fight the guy. Fighting was not high on his list of things to do tonight, just going home and passing out was. But then he remembered he'd have to face Carter somewhere between now and passing out. That made him frown, he really, really wasn't looking forward to that conversation.
The smile worried Orion a little even in his drunken state. When a bad guy smiled it was never a good sign. "A tiny bit." He glanced from the Lieutenant to the girl and then back again. "I'd feel better if you took off now." Orion was tempted to leave, but if he did there was no guarantee that the Nega wouldn't just go back to killing the girl the moment his back was turned.
Maybe he should give him some motivation. He stepped forwards, trying to look intimidating, but that was ruined when he stumbled nearly falling. He managed to catch himself by grabbing the edge of a dumpster that was in the alley. <********> The curse was grumbled to himself as he pushed himself up.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 4:47 pm
"Probably feel better with a cup of coffee, too..." It was almost snorted, Ilmenite shaking his head as he looked Orion over. His eyes flicked back to the purse. He could see, inside, the glittering jumble of a dozen charms hanging off of a bedazzled, tacky cell phone, the top of a pack of cigarettes [light, unfortunate, but better than nothing] and the glint of gold leather wallet beyond.
He was broke. He was still avoiding work. He just couldn't resist. Instead of stepping away from the girl he dropped to a crouch beside her to root goodies out of her bag and tuck them into his pocket. Judging from his posture, he'd more or less discounted the senshi as 'not a risk'.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 5:00 pm
Orion rolled his eyes. He didn't need coffee, he just needed the ground to stop moving whenever he tried to walk. And for his tongue to work properly when he tried to talk. He was still getting himself upright when he saw the Lieutenant eyeing the girl's purse. Oh no he didn't.
There was a frown on his face as he pushed himself away from the dumpster, using that momentum to throw himself at the Lieutenant. He hit him in the middle of the back, knocking them both over, luckily not on top of the girl. "Didn't your mom teach you stealing is bad?" The words were forced out between gritted teeth, less slurred than before. It seemed the adrenaline rush was cutting through some of the alcohol...barely.
Now that he was on top of the Nega it seemed like he was unsure of what to do next. He attempted a wild punch, but his aim was off and he ended up scraping his knuckles against the pavement.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 5:08 pm
Ilmenite made a sound and dropped the purse as Orion slammed into him. First thing to go through his head was that, well, maybe he'd met his perfect match. The senshi seemed to have the same battle technique as him: throw yourself at the target and hope that your durable parts hit the other person's soft, damageable ones.
They'd all been working to break him of that habit, though, and Ilmenite was trying to take those lessons to heart -- so when Orion landed on him, he rolled and twisted and tried to gather himself some, bringing his own hand up toward the other man's jaw. It was less a punch than an open-palmed slap, and not so much a strike as a silly girl swat.
Trying wasn't the same as doing.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 5:19 pm
Orion was too distracted by the stinging in his knuckles to block the slap that hit him across the face. It didn't hurt too badly, but it did set his head ringing. Furrowing his brows he glared down at the Lieutenant. The time for words was over, it was time to fight.
Unfortunately for Orion in his drunken state fighting was more like flailing wildly. The two men rolled across the pavement, gunky unknown substances coating both their uniforms as they slapped at each other. Both got hits in, and it wasn't long before Orion's face was red with slap marks.
After another minute of rolling around on the ground, Orion finally had enough sense to make a fist and lash out, his fist connecting with the Lieutenant's cheek. He had to pause after he hit, shaking out his hand. He forgot how painful hitting people could be, he was mostly a long range fighter.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 5:35 pm
It just so happened that this was about the right time for Fluorite to start her night, having finally wrestled through her math homework. Why did math even exist, anyway ? She had much more important things to get done, like gathering energy and protecting the Earth from aliens.
Much more important than math homework, seriously. She sensed them from a few meters away - Orion more than Ilmenite, which... to Fluorite's limited knowledge of auras, meant trouble.
Well, no buttwings. A super, then ? Maybe. The other was distinctively a lieutenant. This was a little unfair, wasn't it ? The purple haired girl figured she might as well go and even the odds - after all, senshi in her favorite hunting grounds ?
Bad juju,
Bad juju indeed.
Ilmenite's 'savior' came in form of a very sober, 4'10" young woman who couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as she came closer and realized just exactly was what going on. The senshi was... Well, the senshi definitively wasn't sober.
And that the two of them were slapping each other like little girls.
Well. alright then.
That was new.
She almost wanted to stand back and make a bet as to who was winning, but she wasn't that much of a b***h. At least not to her teammates.
"Well, two grown men wrestling. All we're missing is some mud and popcorn." Kinky.
That was when she brought her foot down in the middle of the senshi's back. "You might want to get up, sweetcakes. This party's just getting started."
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 5:44 pm
If he hadn't been mildly bruised-and-battered, halfway pinned under a very drunk and surprisingly angry Orion who was swinging full force and not pulling punches at all, Ilmenite might have agreed with her. Mud and popcorn. It could have been all kinds of fun.
As it was, he just blinked up at her gratefully, not minding one bit that he was being rescued by a girl. Ilmenite was remarkably low on testosterone-filled machismo. Help was help and he sucked in a breath as Fluo kicked the senshi, abruptly changing his tactic.
He'd been about to swing again, another glancing blow and useless move. Instead he wriggled and fought, scrabbling at the earth in an attempt to get out from under the other man. His head hurt, likely smacked against the pavement somewhere along the way, and he'd lost the cigarettes, too. At this point, Ilmenite would be glad to just cut his losses and get out of there.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 6:13 pm
If Orion hadn't been rolling around on the ground wrestling with the Lieutenant he would have felt the other one approaching. As it was, it wasn't until she spoke that the redhead noticed the newcomer.
Mud and popcorn. It took a minute for his drunken brain to put the pieces together but then he rolled his eyes, while wrinkling his nose. No thanks, he didn't do mud wrestling, unless it was with a couple scantily clad females. That wasn't such a bad idea actually.
The senshi was so involved in that fantasy that he didn't have a chance to avoid her kick and he fell forwards, rolling off of Ilmenite. He rolled again until he was a couple feet away from them. He didn't get up immediately though, the rolling having made him dizzy, and a bit nauseous.
For a moment he just sat there, trying to keep an eye on the two Lieutenants while he waited for the ground to stop tilting underneath him. Note to self: Don't henshin up when drunk
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 6:33 pm
Oh, if only every senshi she had to fight was drunk. There was funny, and there was hilarious.
This was Hilarious. With a capital H. After watching a moment, and noticing that Orion wasn't getting up, she reached out an hand toward Ilmenite, to help him up if he needed it. Sure, she didn't look like much, but the power of the negaverse running though her made sure to at least make up for the strength difference slightly. "Everything's okay ?" Her voice had lost her taunting edge, had taken a more worried tone.
Well, until she saw the roll of duct tape on the ground. Then she grinned in a way that could only be described as full of mischief. Was that the other lieutenant's weapon ? Or just a discarded roll ? Oh, hell, Fluorite couldn't care less.
She was a woman with a plan. "I think." She started, clearing her throat. "That our friend here needs a lesson, don't you think ?"
Oh, not torture, no. Fluorite wasn't about to slide down to the levels the senshi had pummeled. Well, she figured this might be considered as torture in some spheres.
There was a near-full roll of duct tape. There was a drunk senshi who looked seconds away from puking his guts out. There were two of them.
In Fluorite's mind, there was only one way this could end. And it was HILLARIOUS.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 7:22 pm
Several deep breaths, a good long look at her hand...and Ilmenite reached out to take it, hauling himself to his feet and shooting a nervous look back at Orion. He was drunk, yeah, but he was also enthusiastic. And self-righteous. In Ilmenite's experience, self-righteous fueled a whole lot of stupid.
From there, his eyes followed hers to the roll of duct tape, and his posture relaxed a notch: nerves fading out into distracted amusement as he banished his duct tape with a quick gesture and re-summoned it again just as easily. Hours and hours of practice. Not that he'd ever admit it...
"Thanks. He attacked me for absolutely no reason." It came with feigned shock that was too over the top to really be believable. Maybe, this once, he'd kind of deserved it. Ilmenite licked his lip and flashed her a brief smile, tugging out a quick strip of the tape. "Can you even imagine?"
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