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 Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:06 pm
Delphine hadn't realized how much she was missing in her civilian life until these past few days, where she was trying to somehow re-enter the stream of normality. Before she had chalked it up to simply not having enough time to balance school, friends, family, and saving the world. Now that she had this little bit of time to be herself, just plain old Delphine, she decided that it was time to stop the excuses. If she wanted to do normal s**t like going out to the arcade to play games, she was going to do it. Delphine wasn't ready to lose touch with this side of herself, she had been Delphine for far longer than she had been Nemesis. It was scary how close she had come to giving up on Delphine completely. Never again could that happen, not when she was supposed to be fighting to preserve this normal life.
The goth-esque teenager was learning to value her friends and family all over again, and that included even being nicer to Damon. Perhaps it was these past brushes with death that had sent her a few steps back. She needed to hold onto these people she valued.
Somehow hanging out with Kamboja fell into the mix somewhere. The pair had spent the past two hours at the arcade. Most of the time Delphine was screaming in frustration, because arcade games were not her speciality, and Kamboja was wiping the floor with her a**. She may be the Pokemon Master, but Kamboja was definitely Lord of All Other Video Games. He beat her in every shooting game, and when she tried to switch it up to something she'd have an advantage in, he'd proclaim that the game was girly s**t and naturally she would win. "Not like it's fair game in Hunter 2000," she had grumbled more than once during the course of the evening.
When she HAD finally managed to beat Kamboja, Delphine did what Delphine knew how to do best - she rubbed it in his face. Her one undeniable victory in the sniper game was enough to make up for all the other games she had lost to him. Perhaps she had taken her gloating a step too far, because the sniper game was the last game they ended up playing in the arcade. Kamboja got frustrated and started to storm away (Delphine imagined a dark cloud circling around his head with how fussy he was being), and that was the end of Kamboja's chance to have the last laugh.
Now, the last laugh was all Delphine's, and as she strolled alongside him on their way back to his apartment, she continued her victory dance just to ******** with him. "That was ******** amazing, I totally blew your ******** head off in that last game. I'm going to rate that game a ten on the scale of Blood and Gore and Cool s**t."
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:08 pm
Kam had been pretty confident the entire time they had been at the arcade. Why wouldn't he be though? He had been completely owning Delphine in every game they played, grinding her into the ground, and then laughing in triumph. He even had a couple of those little stuffed animals from the claw machine stuffed in one of his back pockets. They were a cheap prize though, especially in the face of Delphine's awesome display of sportsmanship.
Not that he had a lot of room to talk, of course, but it was just so much harder to deal with when the shoe was on the other foot.
"Shut up, Delphine." He had grabbed a bag of red vines on the way out of the arcade and was using them to take his anger out. He'd periodically put a piece in his mouth then drag down until he ripped it in half. Then he would chew on it and use it as an excuse not to say anything to her.
Sadly, he was starting to run out and she didn't seem to be showing any signs of shutting up any time soon, despite his perfectly polite requests.
He just continued to sulk, glowering and staring down the long stretch of dark sidewalk like he was trying to ignore her. He couldn't of course, and every word she said was eating at him little by little.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:08 pm
Delphine knew that Kam was being a hypocritical jackass. He had been rubbing his victories in her face up until the point that she had made him eat his own ******** words. Of course, when she had been losing she had made an equally great show about being upset, but he was older than her, he should be the better person here. Kamboja was leading by example, and the example he had set was far below what Delphine would consider on par with standard. Whatever. He was going to regret this loss like no other, because she had to put up with all of his ridiculous gloating earlier. It was payback!
"Don't be a sore loser. Suck it up. I didn't b***h and moan as much as you when I was losing." The key word was 'losing', far different than actually having lost. She won the last game, and considered herself to be the victor for that single final triumph. Feeling a little irritated with Kam's attitude, she reached over to steal a red vine from his goodie bag. Chewing on it was the only thing that seemed to silence her. It wasn't like Kam actually asking her to was going to work. If the man had any ability of foresight, he would have known to grab a second bag of red vines just to keep Delphine's mouth preoccupied.
But, as was evident, he lacked foresight, and now the red vine Delphine had been chewing on was all but gone. "But honestly, what did you expect, to win every time without effort? I beat you in Pokemon, you should have taken me to be a little bit more of a threat." Yes, this was all his fault. He was getting so worked up over his loss that he clearly should have seen coming from a mile away. He had put himself up against Delphine, and losing just wasn't in Delphine's vocabulary. She was a winner, which meant whomever was duking it out against her was a loser. This theory didn't need to be spoken aloud, she implied it with every haughty step forward.
"Please don't tell me you're going home to have a beer, I thought we had this discussion last time. Beer doesn't solve any of your issues, if it did, Khal -- Khetal would be back in the arms of his loving brother, apologizing profusely for having disappeared to begin with, even though you sort of disappeared first..." Was that going too far? Probably. But, again, Delphine didn't give a s**t. Kam was being a whiny b***h, it excused Delphine to say whatever the hell she wanted.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:09 pm
Kam tried to be patient, he really did. He could take her constant bragging and the way she was trying to rub that tiny little win into his face. Because really, what was one game? No, he had beaten her at multiple games and there was just no way that one simple game meant she was better than he was at anything. Even idiots had to have dumb luck sometimes, right? Right.
What he couldn't take was her invading his personal space and taking her trash talk beyond what it needed to revolve around - a game.
When she reached out and took one of his last few red vines, his teeth grit and the hand around the bag tightened considerably. The whole time they've been walking down the street he had been staring straight ahead, but now he risked a glance sideways and tried to shoot lasers at her with it. That was not a nice glance, it was not even a tolerant one. He really wanted to rip her little head off. It was just candy though, that's what he told himself, despite the fact that he was crushing his candy into mush.
Then she went too far, way too far, and he whirled on her without warning. He dropped the bag of crushed red vines in his hand, letting it fall to the pavement beneath them without a thought. He opened his mouth to say something, to yell at her, to express just how ******** mad he was.
Instead he pull back a fist and plowed it right into her pale little face. That was a good way to express himself.
His next reaction, as his head cleared up, was simply to say "oh ********>
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:10 pm
Delphine knew he was angry, it was every last bit of her intention to piss him off, to aggravate him. But, the truth was that she trusted him not to blow things more extremely out of proportion than she already had. Delphine would eventually back down, as she always did, when she thought that Kamboja had suffered enough. Hell, sometimes she'd even offer him a small bit of an apology. She'd pissed him off before, and he had always seemed to cope relatively well with it (perhaps she should have taken his destruction of his own DS at his pokemon loss as a warning), so there was no reason for Delphine to be concerned.
It was because of this small level of trust she put into Kamboja that she was completely blindsided by his anger bubbling over. The punch came out of nowhere, and Delphine didn't even get a chance to see it, but she felt it. Her head whipped to the side as his fist collided with her cheek. Kamboja knew how to throw a punch, and he had more muscle and weight behind his fist than Delphine could ever hope to achieve. The younger teenager stumbled backwards, her heart beating furiously in her chest as the blood rushed to her brain. Her fight or flight response was triggered. She was being attacked, she was going to die, or something nearly as bad was going to happen. Delphine had been in too many fights, none of which she had ran from.
All she knew was how to fight, and defending herself came naturally to her. She wasn't thinking, there was no time to think. Her henshin pen was in her hand, and the words as well as the will bubbled forth from her lips, "Nemesis Eternal, Make-Up!" The civilian cloak was gone, the sailor fuku replacing her plain clothes. Tiara, skirt, brooch, and the more blaring evidence, her asswings, revealed who she was if the surge of power did not do the trick itself.
All she had to do was hold out for a few minutes, and then her attack would be ready. She'd make her enemy suffer far more than they had made her suffer. The throbbing of her face would pale in comparison to the feeling of flesh rotting, of skin falling loose from muscle and tissue. Her hand closed into a fist, ready to make the first attack in order to defend herself. And then she got a good look at her opponent and remembered where she was.
This was no Negaverser.
This was Kamboja. A civilian. A human.
"s**t."
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:10 pm
Kam had felt bad for punching her. Sure, she had been pushing her ******** luck with that Khetal comment, but in the end she was still just a girl. Kam didn't think it was okay to hit girls. It was just.. dammit, Delphine could be really ******** annoying.
But, the point of that statement was that it was past tense. He had felt bad. Then she pulled out some stupid pen and shouted something about make up that made no sense. He wasn't quite prepared for what happened then, the sparkles and twirls and general light show. When she was back on her own two feet though, every ounce of guilt in him vanished.
She wasn't just Delphine. She was one of those sailor scouts, albeit one with way too much clothing on for his tastes. Still, she was a supernatural being that could take a punch like that and it erased any self-loathing that might have sprung up from the idea of punching a helpless female.
"Oh, well, now I'm not sorry anymore." That was all he said before he held his hands out to his sides and simply powered up. No crazy light show, no silly pen, just Gehenna in all his a**-kicking glory. He gave her a once over - the outfit was pretty cool, she definitely had some crazy goth theme going on, but there was just one thing he didn't understand.
"Your buttwings look stupid. Why the ******** do you have those?" She was no only the first senshi he'd met, but also the first eternal by extension. Lucky Nemesis.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:11 pm
What the hell was she supposed to do, kill him and keep her civilian identity a secret? Maybe that was something Ares would do, but Kamboja was her friend despite having just punched her in the face and shocking her so much that she senselessly powered up. She couldn't kill Kam, if Khaldun ever came back and admitted that he did have a brother, he'd probably be upset that he was dead. s**t. s**t, s**t, s**t. What did someone do in this situation? Should she tell Kamboja to keep his ******** mouth shut and just naturally trust that he would? That idea didn't even sit well enough with her for her to try it. So, she just stared at him stupidly for a few seconds while she tried to conceive a game plan. Death was out of the question, threatening was out of the question... begging? Hell no.
Wait. What? He wasn't sorry for punching her? Scratch all previous plans, she was going to beat the living s**t out of him. Friends didn't punch friends, not unless they really deserved it, and Delphine had not deserved it. "You a*****e, I am going to make you rot, and then rot again, and again for good measure..." Something was different with Kam, though. Her friend was suddenly in tights, and a man skirt. What the flying ******** was going on?
Sailor Nemesis stared blankly at Gehenna for a good and long moment, the skirt completely distracting her from his imposing figure. Gehenna not being a civilian was a good thing - she did not have to kill him! But, what the ******** was he. He was no Negaverser, didn't feel like one, and neither was a senshi, despite the skirt. "Let me tell you, I have no ******** idea. They help with my balance during fights..." Wait. Backtrack again. Was she really responding normally to him? Nemesis spent a few more moments suspended in disbelief, before she managed to pull herself back together.
"What ARE you? And hey, ******** it, I mean, don't make fun of my asswings. I didn't get a choice in them, much like you didn't get a choice in having to wear a skirt." Tonight was just one of those nights that were going to completely ******** with her mind. She could tell that she'd get one hell of a headache before the night was through. "...Can't ******** believe this s**t."
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:12 pm
"That's a stupid ******** excuse for having buttwings." Okay, so maybe he was still a little sour about the whole game thing, even if there was something new at hand. Plus buttwings just didn't make sense. Trying to imagine her flying with those things seems absolutely ridiculous, like some awful cartoon.
"And this is not a damn skirt. Don't you recognize the awesome ******** influence in my outfit?" Actually, he had no idea if Rome had influenced his outfit or if Mars had influenced Rome. The backwards, twisted history of Earth was hard for him to get a grasp on. Where in the hell did Knights and Senshi fit into the timeline anyway? Maybe he just slept through that class in highschool.
"I'm a Knight," he said finally, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring down at her. "Gehenna, Page of Mars." He shifted to crane his neck a little, obviously trying to get a good look at her all around. The more he looked, the more he pretended to be disappointed, until finally he looked her squarely in the eye.
"You shouldn't mock anyone's outfit when you look like a Suicide Girl with too many clothes on." Yeah, he just called her a porn star. Take that for calling it a skirt.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:12 pm
"Well, pardon me, I didn't exactly ask for buttwings. When I first was awakened I did not even ask to be running around in a skirt and heels, but apparently I don't get a choice about my apparel." Nemesis had to admit, there was no use in having wings on her a**. She couldn't fly with them, and so all that they were really good for was show, and Nemesis was sorry, but she did not want so much attention on her a**. There were a lot of things that weren't practical about her sailor fuku, but at least she had enough magical power to back her faulty appearance up.
"It's influenced, by what, a queer?" So Nemesis wasn't a history buff. Whoop-dee-doo. All she saw in his outfit was the skirt and the tights, and that screamed drag queen far more than it screamed Rome or Mars. "Dude, no, look at yourself, it's a ******** skirt. You can't lie to me." God, why was she having this conversation in the middle of a street while being powered up? It was like begging some Negaverser on patrol to pop in and say 'hi'.
"What the ******** is a Knight?" Nemesis knew of a few things, it was hard not to when she had been a senshi for a couple of years. But, Knights were something new to her. "You make less ******** sense than senshi do. I'm Nemesis, Eternal Senshi of Decay. I am pretty sure I am, like, twenty times your better already. Page is a shitty title compared to Eternal Soldier." Where the hell did he get off insulting her outfit? She had noticed him taking a curious look, and had been in the process of doing a quick 360 so he could see the outfit and settle said curiosity, but stopped at the 90 degree mark.
"I do not! It's a themed outfit, decay, NOT suicide. I'm glad for the clothes, most male senshi you meet are total pervs." That was right, Nemesis was the last person to just be allowing other people to look up her shirt skirt. It had gotten more length since she became an eternal senshi. She was sure that the cosmos had finally listened to her pleas.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:13 pm
"Yeah, why in the ******** are you guys running around in skirts and heels to fight crime anyway? It all seems like some weird a** animu fetish." He kept his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes on her skeptically. Not to misinterpret the way Kam was saying that - he totally thought a lot of the senshi running around in tiny skirts and heels were ******** hot. He was actually disappointed that he hadn't met one until now. Unfortunately, the fact that the one happened to be Delphine powered up? Not what he wanted.
Plus she still pissed him off.
"What in the ******** s**t are you smoking? Did you just miss the whole ******** history class on Rome?" His temper was flaring again, despite the fact that it had been cooled somewhat by their discovery. Now he was getting irritated at all this new s**t talk she was carrying on about. She just had to be better than him at everything, didn't she?
Kam wasn't second best to anyone. Gehenna was certainly not second best to anyone. He didn't have to deal with this s**t. "Look, I don't make the damn names. Besides, I wouldn't want to be Eternal anything if that meant I had to walk around sporting those stupid wings on my a**." His voice was raising a little, the tone was getting harsher, and he'd uncrossed one arm to point at her by this point.
"And you still look like a ******** Suicide Girl, whatever the hell you're supposed to be aside." Then, with a cocky sneer, he shook his head as if he'd suddenly realized something. "Of course, you couldn't be, because you don't have any damn tits."
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:14 pm
"Again, we don't get a choice of what we end up wearing, ******** hell, I said it once." Her agitation was rising, and it didn't help that her cheek was still hurting from when he had punched her. "We're ******** protecting the idiots of this goddamned planet because they SUCK at protecting themselves." Nemesis was perfectly capable of explaining why she was doing what she was doing... when she wasn't getting pissy over Gehenna's abrasive way of speaking. ********, all she wanted to do was decay his face off for a little bit, but she knew that it was painful... and she was nice enough to spare him from that sort of trauma.
"Are you seriously this ******** determined to piss me off? Like, seriously ******** glad we're not on opposite must-kill sides and all that s**t, but you are annoying as all ******** right now. Goddamn, Khaldun is less annoying and he's more stupid than you are." Nemesis had no idea why Rome was such a big thing. She hadn't been paying attention in class lately, because, hey, she had a world that needed to be saved. She was prioritizing, and apparently school was at the very bottom of her list in light of other more necessary duties.
Her body posture was mimicking his own, her arm stretched out in front of her to point accusingly at Gehenna. He wasn't the first person on her side that she wanted to beat up, but he was the first person on her side that doubled as her friend that she wanted to beat up. There was a difference. "******** lay off me now or I swear to ******** God I will make you regret it." Her hands were glowing, and she really hadn't intended for that to happen. She was just really pissed off, and apparently when she was thrown off of her game, stupid s**t happened.
The insult to her breasts was the last straw. She had never been insecure about them, but it seemed like her capacity to handle his s**t was at the breaking point, and calling her tits small pushed things over the edge. Nemesis didn't try to punch him, no. Instead, she tried to grab his face with her glowing hands, because she knew well enough what it did to other people.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:14 pm
He wouldn't deny that he was enjoying the shoe being on the other foot for once. It was Nemesis' life to try and get a rise out of other people, even people she considered close, and watching her stew and steam under his half-assed insults made him proud. He wished Khetal was there to see it because, he was sure, he'd find it just as ******** hilarious as Kam did.
He'd noticed the blue hands and although he still wasn't down on what it was senshi did exactly, he knew that glowing hands was abnormal. Really abnormal. So, the second she lunged and tried to throw those hands at his face, he reacted like a flipped switch.
One hand shot up and held her at bay by grabbing her by the head. He pushed her back by her forehead, keeping her hands at arm's length from his face.
"Nice try, but you need to be a little taller to b***h slap me with those raver hands you have there." Smack talking and smirking were probably neither one a very good idea. Even if her hands were an arm's length from his face, his arm was still right in her's.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 11:24 pm
It was embarrassing, so much so that it was only making Nemesis angrier. She wasn't a midget by any standards, and rather was the average height for a girl. The truth of the matter was that Gehenna was way taller than her, and so it was easy for him to impede her movements. She couldn't decay his face off, not when she was being held at bay by his ******** hand over her forehead. Nemesis' temper was flaring, so much so that she seemed incapable of forming proper comebacks. All she wanted to do was decay his face off, and do it now. No one had quite gotten under her skin like Gehenna had just managed to. She liked to be the superior person in this sort of situation, or at least look like she was better.
Nemesis was not supposed to be the person screaming in frustration at not being able to ******** do anything against Gehenna. She did all she could do in that moment, her hands closing around the wrist of the hand against her forehead. The glow did not look foreboding in itself, but Gehenna was quickly going to learn to stay the ******** away when her hands were glowing. "Rot, a*****e!" Deep down she did like Gehenna, but that had been thrown out the window the moment he had pushed one too many of her buttons.
If he was lucky, Nemesis would grudgingly forgive him after beating his a** into the ground. If he was unlucky, Nemesis would make this a bi-weekly play time, where she'd find him, corner him like a rat, and decay his face off. Previous experiences had shown her that she could use her attack more than once, more than three times. Imagining Gehenna rotting underneath her touch would make her feel mildly better, but her anger was making it hard for her to think.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 12:39 am
At first Gehenna didn't see what the big deal was. She had glowing hands, so what? Then, seconds after they were wrapped around his wrist, a searing pain burst through his skin and he tried in vain to rip it from her grasp.
Okay, so he learned a new rule: don't mock the b***h with the glowing ******** let go, Nemesis," he was struggling against her in vain as the pain burned deeper into his skin. He could vaguely smell the stench of rotting flesh and it made him nauseous to his core. The only thing that made it worse was the knowledge that it was his skin rotting.
He knew he had pushed her too far, but in his defense, she had been doing that to him since they left the freaking arcade. How fair was it that she was some super powered psycho b***h with the power of epic torture? All he did when she kept running her mouth was ******** punch her. Maybe he shouldn't hit girls, but right now he was having a hard time feel guilty about hitting Delphine.
In fact, he was feeling so not guilty that he pulled back his free fist and let it fly towards her face again. It wasn't so much a conscious effort this time as it was a panicked, gut reaction to try and get the pain in his wrist to stop. He was sure his hand was going to fall right off any second if she didn't let go and any way to make her was good enough for him.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 6:22 am
Her grasp was on his wrist was unshakable, even whens he had to adjust her hand to fit the contours of his decaying wrist. The soldier of Decay was partially hoping that she could decay through skin and bone and watch his hand fall off. She was sure, like all stupid things, that his hand would repair itself once her time limit was up. But, ********, just to see the look on his face when he lost his hand would be enough to satisfy her for all the stupid tormenting he had done. Nemesis had some time to get used to her own attack, because she would be the first person to admit that it made her stomach churn the first time she had used it. Now, she didn't flinch. Instead her face set itself into an expression of grim determination. She wasn't letting go, not just because he ******** asked.
"No. ********. Way." she growled at him. If it wasn't clear that Gehenna had pushed her a little too far, it was clear now. Something drastic would have to be done to prevent her from decaying his wrist off.
Still, she didn't see it coming, and if she had she couldn't properly defend herself without letting go of Gehenna's wrist. That was on her list of s**t of 'what not to do' for this moment. The punch landed square against her face, and cursing vehemently she stumbled back. Her hands moved to cover her face (and if Gehenna had any hope of her being able to decay herself, he was about to be seriously disappointed). "******** hell, you busted my goddamn lip, asswipe."
Her hands suddenly stopped glowing, and Gehenna's injured wrist returned to normalcy. The pain was gone, the sight and the smell of rotting flesh vanished as well. He was perfectly fine, and her face was busted up because of it. She was done with this bullshit, her eyes glaring daggers into Gehenna's own. Squaring her shoulders, she surged towards him, intending to thrust her shoulder into his stomach and knock him down onto the streetwalk cement. When Nemesis was angry, she was less inclined to think, and she didn't see why suddenly trying to tackle Gehenna into the ground wouldn't work.
Sure, he was a little bit of a brick wall. But, she was a senshi, and an eternal one at that. Nemesis should be able to kick his a** while blindfolded!
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