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 Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 9:45 am
Super Sailor Chaonis was in that very dangerous state of mind that brought out the worst in him. It was a time that occurred more often than not, no matter how dedicated to this new 'job' he had given himself he was. He could not help this side of himself, this need for thrill and adventure and trouble.
He was bored.
Training newbie and chibi senshi was going well. He was enjoying himself, and he wanted to keep at it. They seemed to be learning from it, too, which made him feel confident and cocky. Like he was doing something good, without having to bend to anyone. He didn't feel like anyone was expecting anything from him, because he was in control. It was his decision, and he was good at it. These were all very important things, because he had never been good at having duties, at following designs and ideas of responsibility as set by others.
In fact, he spent a lot of his time rebelling against those.
But now he had something he could do for himself, and in the process help his fellow senshi. Even if that meant mocking them and throwing them into fights they may or may not be ready for.
Even so, he still needed to slip into his old habits, just to remind himself he still could. Maybe he was more like his father than he was ever willing to admit. Tonight, he wanted to find some good, old fashioned trouble. He wanted to pick a fight.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 1:15 pm
Vanessa's heart was not as rebellious as it was indirectly opposed to control. Her spirit was big, and wild, and impossible to pin down. It never did anyone good to try and contain it.
She yearned for adventure. She craved thrills, and positively pined for a good fight.
This had never been truer than it was now, as Sailor Vulcan struggled to put the catastrophe of Operation Rota where it belonged. In the past. It was really something that ought to be forgotten. The Blood Moon Court was trying to move forwards, trying to cover up the holes in Are's regime that all of that chaos and pain and death had torn asunder.
Vulcan was too. But the damage, for her, ran deeper than the distance she felt from her fellow court members. And fixing herself had proved a harrowing task.
It was slowly getting better.
Despite the new awkwardness of her relationship with Kam, whose friendship was once the most comfortable thing in the world, things were looking up. She'd met Gehenna. School was over. She was an adult, and had experienced moderate success in her new job as a waitress. Being around ordinary people was nice, when you spent most of your time with monsters.
Sailor Vulcan was on patrol-- alone, because she did not want the company of another cadet, or a mercenary, or a member of the ISS. Heaven forbid.
Her bare feet were confident where they met pavement. Her head was held high.
She was looking for a fight.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 7:01 pm
Chaonis felt the senshi in the area and looked around. It wasn't a youma or a Nega, but that had hardly stopped him before, not when he was in this mood. If he was lucky he'd find some newbie looking to get some help, some training, and he could have some fun there.
Or he might find someone more experienced, who would give him a good fight. He had run into a few of those so far.
Senshi were almost more fun to fight than the bad guys, because they didn't run away as often. Winning was winning and losing was losing: everything was clear as day and hassle free.
Fighting his companions was uncomplicated, and that was his favorite way to be.
"You should put on some shoes. You'll step on something nasty walking around barefoot," Chaonis said as he spotted the senshi at last. He dropped down from a roof, having taken to them in his search. He grinned at her, hands folded on his chest.
"Unless you're one of those lame hippies, or something. You'll have to be careful. Petting youma usually results in missing hands."
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 2:25 pm
Sailor Vulcan wasn't the most talented warrior by anybody's standards, but she also wasn't a newbie. She could throw a punch. She knew how to kick, and how to block. These were valuable lessons the Blood Moon Court had taught her, and skills she was working to refine.
Chaonis's little ambush surprised Vulcan, who stopped dead in her tracks at the sound of his voice, and assumed a defensive posture. This was a reflex, and something that she regretted upon recognizing him as a senshi. Vulcan relaxed visibly, and let her fists fall to her sides.
"I'm not a hippie," she informed him breezily, and returned Chaonis's grin. Her expression was friendly. Male senshi were rare. Vulcan always enjoyed meeting them.
"I do usually wear shoes," a confession, "but I… forgot to put them on, today. Besides, I haven't stepped on anything 'nasty' yet."
The soles of her feet were not invulnerable, but Vulcan trusted her super healing to repair any damage they might suffer.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 10:55 am
Chaonis wasn't sure he bought her assurance that she was not a hippie, but her lack of shoes might not have been her choice. It wasn't like he had picked his outfit, after all, though looking at it he totally would have.
Because it was awesome.
The Senshi shrugged, not really caring about her feet. He grinned at her.
"Alright, so you're not a hippie. Or so you say. But you still don't look like much else. Are you new? Because you're going to need to learn some moves, I think, if you don't want to get beat up all the time. You've got easy target written all over you."
Chaonis was not known for tact, but he was also not known for being the most honest of guys. He might not have seen her as a weakling at all, but rather saw something in her that he wanted to test or play with. Or he was just trying to see how fast he could piss her off.
Either way.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 9:12 pm
All Chaonis had to do was let that mouth fly.
The smile on Vulcan's lips had started out bright and friendly. It was glad to meet Chaonis, whom Vanessa saw as a potential friend, and then faltered the moment he started speaking. Chaonis's smile contrasted sharply with the things that he said, and Vulcan wasn't sure if he was pulling on her leg or not.
"I'm not new," she informed him coolly, hand balling, slowly but surely, into a defiant fist at her side. "I've… I've been around for awhile!"
Months, in fact. Add to that Super Van's experience on the field, and Vulcan was almost cocky.
Especially in the wake of Chaonis's detrimental assessment. He was stronger than her, she knew, but Vulcan wasn't about to just stand back and take the s**t he was giving her.
"I'll have you know I'm looking for a fight," Vulcan snapped, "So there."
HAH.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 11:24 pm
"Oh are you? How very convenient! I'm always looking for a fight, too. But maybe not with you. I dunno. You look like a big waste of my time. Hell, I could just step on your feet and you'd be out. That doesn't sound like much fun. I don't think you'd be a good fight for me at all."
He was just taunting her, but an idea hit him as he felt a distant blip of Nega energy somewhere not too close, but close enough to be sensed. Just on the edge of his ability to feel them, as it were, though he wasn't quite sure of the radius in actual measurements, if there was one.
Not that it mattered at the moment.
He grinned at her cockily, arms folded over his chest in classic douche bag posturing. He thought to use this energy to his advantage, and see what this senshi could do. She seemed so sure of herself, after all.
"What about we put your money where your mouth is? You prove to me your worth my time. Or, if that doesn't get your motor going, you just show me up with how awesome you really are, underneath that dorky hair cut and toga."
He grinned at her, peppering his challenge with as many insults as he could manage, on purpose.
"What if we find you a fight?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2011 8:54 pm
The more Chaonis spoke, the more furious it made her. Words were just falling out of from between his lips like bile-- demeaning, taunting, cruel. They struck, though he could not know that they did, at especially volatile chords in Vulcan's heart. She had spent much of the last few months as Sailor Vulcan trying to make up for Super Van's mistakes. The recent catastrophe of Operation Rota had robbed her of any true sense of success, and left Vanessa feeling… strangely empty.
Somewhere in the midst of the Blood Moon Court, and all of the power being one of them had brought with it, Sailor Vulcan had lost sight of the things that mattered. She had suffered through guilt, and intense inadequacy.
But it was one thing to think it, and another to hear it from the mouth of this infuriating know-it-all.
Vulcan didn't care that Chaonis was a Super. Vulcan didn't care that he would probably kick her a**.
She was preparing to attack him, provoked by everything that he represented, and fantasizing about how very satisfying it would be to feel his nose crunch under her fist.
The last thing he said gave her pause.
"What do you mean find me a fight?" Vulcan snapped, "You're right here!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2011 1:15 pm
"Pfft, I don't need you to fight me. What fun would that be? You've got no shoes on." He said it like that explained absolutely everything and he really shouldn't need to expand further. The fact that she didn't understand it was, once again, not his problem. Of course, this was all bull, as he was only not fighting her because he had gotten a better idea.
If he hadn't felt that energy, he definitely would not have minded facing Vulcan one on one.
Jerking his thumb over his shoulder, he indicated what direction he was about to jump off to, then did exactly that.
"Come on," he called back to her, stopping a few feet away from her. "I want to see you in a real fight. Senshi are all the same. We fight each other, sparring or because we're pissed, and we hold back. That stupid energy in the air, that voice in the back of our heads saying 'dude, you're hitting a good guy'. We can't shake that. So if you really want to prove yourself, you have to hit something neither of us like. And I think I found just the thing."
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 8:53 pm
Vulcan didn't understand how having shoes could possibly make her anymore worthwhile to fight. Her toes were more vulnerable, sure, but she did not have Achilles's heel. They were as solid as heels could be and, she intended to assure Chaonis, wholly capable of swiping that smug expression off his face.
"I don't need shoes," Vulcan growled under her breath. She stood defensively, preparing to give Chaonis everything that he deserved. "I'm going to break your face with my-- Hey! Where hell do you think you're going?"
She watched, expression twisted at once with rage and confusion, when Chaonis leapt away from her. In Vanessa's whole life, she had never run away from a fight. Her past was riddled with blackened eyes, bruised lips and broken knuckles. It disappointed her, immensely, to discover that Chaonis might be all talk and no action.
But then he was beckoning to her, and the distant presence of a dark energy sent a delicious shiver of awareness down Vulcan's spine.
"Fine," Vulcan clipped, resigning herself to the truth of Chaonis's words, and jumped after him. While Vanessa had always had a penchant for athleticism, training had given her a new sort of grace. She landed easily beside Chaonis, and then brushed past him, towards the source of that darker power.
"Just don't get in my way."
Anger made her cocky.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 12:25 pm
Chaonis just loved finding little things to bother people about. And big things. Whatever he could get. And the more he harped on them, like the no shoe thing, the more annoying it would get. And thus the more annoyed they would get. That was the pay off, though some people refused to give in to him.
That was usually a drag, but there were always other ways to piss someone off and see what they were capable of.
It looked like the fellow senshi was catching on to his plan, which was good for him. He grinned broadly and wondered how well she was going to do in this new game. He had never actually used a Negaverse fighter for this, though it had happened once or twice with youma around. And not in a sense like this, solely for showing off and being a proud jerk.
This was kinda awesome, if he were honest, but he wouldn't let her know that he was having that kind of fun with it. Genuine interest and a youthful eagerness. No, instead he was sticking with his cocky 'you can't do it' stance.
Captain Painite was gathering energy down on an empty street nearby. Two people out for a stroll had wandered down the wrong alley, it seemed, and had ended up hanging upside down by their feet in a trap Painite had set. She was draining one while the other begged to be let go and not killed.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 9:23 pm
Vulcan was about as playable as an instrument. That was to say-- extremely. Chaonis had plucked all of the right strings, though it was true that the simplest of taunts would have provoked her to action, and Vulcan was ready to sing.
To fight.
To save the hapless souls of the innocents that Painite had targeted, and to feel the Negaverse agent's teeth shatter against her knuckles. To be hit.
While she still didn't really understand why Chaonis wouldn't fight her himself, Vulcan was not aware of how easy she'd made this for him. Her temper had always been untamed and unpredictable. He, unbeknownst to her, seemed to have figured out how to guide it.
She would show Chaonis a real fight. She would prove herself.
"Don't worry," Sailor Vulcan called out to the man who was pleading with the Captain for his life. The confidence that radiated off of her voice was probably misplaced. "She's not going to kill you."
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 10:44 am
"She's not?"
The Negaverse Captain looked surprised by this news. As far as she was concerned, she was going to do whatever she needed to, wanted to, to get her goals accomplished. If that meant civilian lives, then that had to happen, and their deaths were justified and valiant in the scheme of things. Even if they died because they were hanging upside down waiting to be saved.
Tonight, of course, she had just been gathering energy like normal, nothing too special plotted. The interruption was still unwelcomed.
"And who are you to declare that on my behalf?" Painite held her javelin, summoning it and looking at the female senshi who had so bravely run in to save these people. They were all like that, and it was annoying but very convenient.
Made them easy to trap, even when she wasn't trying.
Chaonis watched as Vulcan engaged the Captain, grinning at the scene. Things were going to get very good, very quickly. Or he hoped so, at least. He stayed back, just watching.
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