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 Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 8:53 am
It had been a good day, good enough at any rate, he was feeling just the edges of melancholy, just enough of the utter lack of anything fantastic in the world, the costumed terrorists aside that he wasn't exactly up to 'snuff' about anything. Grey creeping in at the edges of what should have been a little more delightful of a day.
He shifted the bag on his shoulder and sighed, glancing upward at the street lights, anything to keep his eyes from drifting almost habitually to the reflective store front windows, so instead he watched the moths dart and dance and batter themselves against the plastic light casings.
"Bloody Dull day..." He muttered as much to the moths as to himself. Of course any time one said such a thing in Destiny city...you were asking for things to become a great deal more 'interesting'.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 9:02 am
Walking down any street in Destiny City was a crap shoot at best. There were regular criminals about, of course, from muggers to pickpockets to more dangerous villains, but they were hardly the most pressing concern.
There were monsters in the city.
One of those monsters, a growling, snapping thing that looked half turtle, half cow in the way it was built, was lumbering down an alley in search of some food. Its body was thick and round, hard on top, with short legs that had high knees. It walked on all four, had a long neck and a round face ending in a beak shaped mouth perfect for snapping. There were teeth in those jaws, as well.
It was large, but not intimidating looking, standing at three feet and thick enough to take up most of the space in the alley. It was slow, but there was power in that trunk of a body.
It was just reaching the end of the alley as they young man was walking by, grumbling about how boring the day was. It reached out with its long neck and took a snap at his wrist, trying to catch him by clothes or flesh to drag him into the alley.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 5:09 pm
If he expected anything to come at him out of an alley way, it would have been a mugger, maybe to have seen some of those 'costumed terrorists' dart though in one of their fights...
He did not expect the mock turtle.
It snapped hold of his sleeve, very nearly his arm and yanked him down the alley way like he'd just been a bad comedy act who got 'hooked' off stage.
It was half surprise and half strength that let it yank him down the alley being as it wasn't a terribly big Mock turtle.
"What the HELL?" He barked, his accent thickening with surprise, funny how it did that.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 6:07 pm
The youma dragged him backwards, very strong at least despite its slow gait and dumb, simple looking eyes. It released him when he panicked, looking at him for a very long, quiet moment, and the sound of the wheels slowly creaking in its head could almost be heard.
They needed some oiling.
It moved to bite him again, since it had brought him into the tight space, thinking that it had the advantage now. It was large and it's head was big enough to make the snapping beak and teeth just visible in glimpses behind it very worrisome indeed.
The sound it made was like a deep throated moo, growling through its throat. It was hungry for this human's starseed, it seemed, and was trying to knock him over to get to it once he fell.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 6:37 pm
Boring days, it seemed had gone from commonplace and far too expected, to ... 'why is there a glowing antler hovering in the air in front of me'.
Really when combined with a Cow-turtle...(curtle?) trying to bite you as you tried to make sure it got nothing more than coat and ore back pack it helped make you realize why 'May you live in interesting times' was a curse...not a blessing.
There was little else to do though but to grab at that antler, what could it hurt when you were faced with strange chimera in a tight alleyway right?
Perhaps some questions were better left unanswered though, because as soon as his hand closed around it, everything changed. By everything, of course, he meant his clothes.
That in turn lead to a confused moment where all he could think in was 'anything but english' which fortunately wasn't terribly detrimental as he fumbled, one hand around a no longer glowing antler, the other fumbling for a chunk of brick which seemed far more sturdy than the...well, not so sturdy feeling horn, it felt old and rather brittle strangely enough.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 6:48 pm
Dopey, slow cow-turtle youma were not used to seeing their snacks changing shape under their attack. True, the human had only changed clothes, but it was not clever enough to distinguish clothes from skin or body parts. It just knew that the whole person, whatever was clinging to it, was one being and the youma wanted its starseed.
Life was simple. If not a bit short.
It charged after the now different but still snackable person as he tried to get away, snapping its jaws as quickly as it could. Which wasn't very, but its heft at least gave it some propulsion.
The Negaverse Captain had been wandering nearby when she suddenly felt a burst of unfamiliar, and in that familiar, energy. She knew immediately that one of those books, Pages, was around, as she had run into two now and knew their energy was different from anything else she had felt. If this one was either one of those two she was going to delight in taking them down.
Maybe she would find that girl, and trap her to drag out the boy again. She wanted to see how his shoulder was healing. And help to stop it from getting any better.
She charged in that direction, weapon in her hand even before she reached the correct alley, looking down from a roof. She saw, to her disappointment, a stranger. But her mood shifted quickly. So there were clearly more of these Pages then just the two. Painite would have to meet this one.
If the youma didn't get him first.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 4:23 am
((Forgive my Babblefishing))
"Ca off 'm 'ch dduw adawedig bygyla chrwban anghenfil beth!!!" or something rather like it was about all he was saying right now. Maybe he'd hit his head and was speaking gibberish. Actually all he was saying was //Get off me you god forsaken cow turtle monster thing// While he tried to bludgeon it to death with a half brick and most anything else that came to hand, including a few smacks with the antler who made a few dangerous splintery sounds like it would;t survive being treated that way for long.
He managed to get a few satisfying crunches, if...disgusting, from the Yoma's head. Not exactly St. George and the dragon, no one, after all was going to be telling stories about Breudwynn and the MockTurtle... it just lacked that epic ring to it.
He kept smacking at it till it stopped moving..and then maybe a few extra for good measure before he realized there was an odd 'feeling' in the air, it made his damned skin crawl not unlike the creature but stronger.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 10:44 am
Painite watched as the Page struggled against a fairly dopey looking Youma, though it was large and seemed to be hungry. She noted the way he fought, and how he beat the thing to dust with a bit of panic in his eyes. The strange language didn't help with the assessment, though she imagined she could pick up the strain in his voice.
She hopped into the fight then, landing behind the Page, sizing him up.
He was a good bit taller than she was, but that wasn't unusual. He looked like he had just stepped out of the wood, a distant cousin of Bambi's. He had a silly looking thing in his hand, an antler of some kind, but it reminded her of her own Hobby Horse when she was a lieutenant. Not too strong or useful.
She grinned.
"Hello there, Fluffy. Imagine running into one of you here! Not friends with the other two, are you?" She called her weapon, a look crossing her features that said it wouldn't work out for him well if he was. Of course, she had no idea he had just awakened, and had no idea what she was talking about.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 5:20 pm
The -look- he gave her was pure confusion. Other two? What other two... god she better not mean more 'Mock turtles' he didn't want to try beating anything else to a pulp with a brick chunk. His fingers were already slick with... something. He wasn't even sure he could really call it 'gore'...mostly yes but not wholly.
His accent was still thick at the edges even when he swapped to English again. Stiff upper lip with a heavy dose of 'throaty'.
"Your one of those bloody nuts on the news..." He said frowning. Then again, looking at him now anyone would have thought as much of him too, it wasn't a comforting thought. It was... unsetting, uneasy like mirrors on walls that you couldn't get away from.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 5:32 pm
"Bloody nuts?" Painite echoed indignantly, her own voice accented in a British tone. She tried to hide it when she was acting her most badass, if only because she didn't think it came out as 'evil genius' as she wanted it to. Yes, British accents worked for James Bond villains, but she was a five foot two, rounding up, young woman with a high, friendly voice.
Being English just added to her being cute. Fine in civilian life and with her fellow Negas, but not when she was trying to make a good first impression. Unless she was having a particularly good day, and she could work it in effortlessly.
She put a lot of thought into it.
"You might call us that. Look at you! All doe eyed and startled. You don't know a thing, do you? Just woke up, eh?" She grinned. A brand new Page! So they were going to start popping up all over the place now? Like some plague. But she could stay on top of it, and make sure they knew their place, right from the get go. The Newsreporter in her clicked into gear and she continued her questioning.
"Was that your first fight, Bambi?" She gripped her javelin, silently indicating that his second fight wasn't too far off.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 5:45 pm
"Only my first one in -feathers-" He quipped scowling and shaking his head as she gripped her... hairy spear. Odd...
"Great...I thought you nutters only fought the lunies in the tiny skirts..." He groused and glanced down at the antler, deeming it...well, useless and tucking it into his 'new' belt.
He had a hood, he could feel that, feathers at his....collar? And... an antler, which was probably why she was calling him Bambi, except there WAS something on his head he hadn't explored yet.
"And don't call me Bambi!" He added frowning "I'm..." only he didn't want to say his own name, there was another at the tip of his tongue. "Annwyn...apparently...." He said looking a trifle bemused, the word alone carried a lot of personal interest for him.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 5:54 pm
Painite grinned broadly at the new Page, nodding her head. First fight in feathers, huh? So definitely newly awakened, and he had no idea what was going on. She watched him, wondering what she could get him to believe.
Maybe he would make a good minion, if he didn't realize right away...
Putting her javelin upright, using it as a large cane or walking stick now, she tilted her head at him. She had both hands on the grip of the javelin, leaning on it languidly, balanced despite the pointed tip at the bottom.
"Sorry, Bambi," she purred. "You're a Page, by the way. That's what they call you. You're one of the many 'terrorists' this city has such a problem with now. Surprise! There are a lot of different kinds of us, the news just lumps us together because it's convenient."
She grinned. She wrote many of those convenient stories, which painted Senshi in a bad light.
"I only fight my enemies. But you're not a senshi."
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 6:05 pm
He -stared- at her, she still gave him the 'creeps', just something in the air almost that hung around her. It was... dark somehow, like the proverbial 'tithe to hell' from Tyr na Nog.
... it was amazing.
"...And senshi are the daft fools in the tiny skirts..." He confirmed carefully. "And y'er... what exactly?" He arched an eyebrow carefully, it made the thin scar that ran over across his face draw tighter and he fought the urge to rub at it.
Bones around his neck rattled as he shifted, he didn't trust her somehow, just didn't FEEL right did it, and hero's trusted their gut....right? That was in -all- the books and romance novels. Didn't matter what the others were up to... he was a PAGE, pages were... they learned to be things like knights. He could be a KNIGHT.
He was almost giddy but trying to hide it. So much for the seeping disenchantment.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 6:29 pm
Painite watched him. She knew he would be able to feel her aura, just as she could feel his. Pages, she noted, didn't have that obnoxious lightness to them. That condescending air of 'I'm better than you, even my soul thinks so'.
That was a good thing, at least.
"That's them. I never liked the skirts. I much prefer, you know, clothes you can work in. Like mine. And yours. You can call us... Misunderstood. They have a lot of less than flattering names for us, but they think because our powers are granted from a darker place that we're all evil and out to destroy the world. Like some group of super villains or something."
She did her very best not to grin at that. That was, in a nutshell, exactly how she conducted herself when she was in her stride.
"Then you've got more folks like you, Pages. But they fight for whatever they want. They're not on our side, or the Senshi's side. I ran into a few that kicked my butt all over the place, just because they felt like it." She pointed to a faint scar on her temple, from her rumble with Gehenna, "Not very noble. Are you going to be like them, then? I imagine I'll have to expect more of that behavior from every Page I run into. Shame."
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 10:15 am
A small frown creased his brow, it seemed a practiced move, in a handful of years it would probably sport itself as the first permanent wrinkles on his face.
He didn't much care for 'primitive guilt' not when he only had one side of the story. it never did anyone any good to assume, even when you had no -real- reason beyond a vague discomfort to doubt the person.
"I suppose what I do will depend on what you do..." He said carefully. "...What the hell was that I just fought?"
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