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 Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 9:46 am
Anthony Darrow was not good at staying away from work. He was supposed to start on leave soon, even taking shorter days to build up to it, so he could go home and let his broken arm recover.
Apparently they didn't trust him to rest enough on his own free will, and had to order it.
And they were right to doubt him. Here he was, staying late to do some computer work despite his shift ending hours earlier. He had simply taken to hiding whenever Carol or the others came downstairs, and the kids helping at the front desk didn't sell him out. They were his people, after all.
He had even left Dogby at home, though she hated being alone. She would have given him away quickly. Once these books were put in, he told himself, he would be able to take things easier. In both aspects of his work. The library and the Knight. The real reason his arm wasn't healing was because he kept getting himself into fights. Tonight, though, he hoped to just go home and stay there.
He should have known better.
Once he was on his way home, walking on his cane and having some minor balance troubles with his arm in a sling, he heard the growl before he saw the youma. In fact, it was loping toward him and practically on top of him before he started running. He had no time to focus or try to power up.
At the moment, he was back in the 'old days': a civilian running from a youma looking to snack on his starseed.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 10:15 am
Something, all feathers and.. horns, slammed into the Yoma, clearly not a planned attack, but an enthusiastic one none the less. "NOT tonight you... thing...you." It wasn't the most eloquent battle cry for certain, and the fact that the man, wearing a feathered hood and sporting small antlers was armed with...a very OLD looking antler that seemed about as threatening as a tooth brush didn't do much for the 'my Hero' side of things.
Interesting accent perhaps, but beyond that he most likely just looked deranged.
"You might get on! I do not know that I can keep this blighter down!" He said with heavy accented tone.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 10:29 am
Tony was very glad when the knight appeared to help him, though without being powered up he didn't know right away if it was a senshi or a knight. All he knew was someone had jumped on the youma, and he was glad for that.
Running was very difficult with a bad leg and a broken arm.
He looked back to spot the young man on top of the youma, noting his appearance and then the weapon he was sporting. An old antler. That made him a knight, clearly, because he was fighting the youma rather than letting it eat Tony.
Still, he couldn't just power up and assume he was safe. He had to run off and do it, just to preserve his identity. Didn't he?
"Be careful!" Tony said, opting to not run off because he didn't want the guy getting hurt and he didn't have the time to run then get back. So he jumped on the youma as well, trying to help to pin it.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 10:43 am
"...Yer bloody nuts!" The man said almost conversationally trying to put the yoma in a headlock of all things and biped it as best he could with the butt of his battered old horn.
Fortunately the yoma in turn tried to put its own eye out nearly twisting into a prong, sadly it was not successful.
It didn't take long for him to stuff the battered antler in his belt and start just trying to pummel it with a fist to discourage further aggressive behavior.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 7:08 pm
Tony laughed at the comment. Nuts? Yes, that was likely, but he knew more than the other did about it. He tried to stay on top of the youma, but it was not very happy about being pinned.
At all.
Being punched in the head wasn't helping improve its move. With a mighty buck of its back legs and tail, Tony was sent sprawling backwards. He hit the ground hard, then pushed himself to his hands and knees. His body was already sore, and his broken arm did not enjoy the constant beating he seemed to take in the day to day, but he didn't think he had much of a choice.
The youma tried to twist like a crocodile, to get Annwn off its back.
Tony didn't think he had much of a choice. He was being saved by someone, after all, and now they might get hurt because of it. He needed to do something. The street was empty besides the duo, and Tony had no choice to power up.
He was instantly relieved when the energy he was greeted with was that of another knight, and now a deceptively dressed Nega.
"Hold on!" he called, hurrying over to help.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 7:21 pm
"SHITE!!" Yelped the feathery man in alarm as the yoma twisted, he locked arms around its neck and clung close trying to keep from being dislodged, not perhaps his best strategy because it rolled onto him with a heavy exhale of breath as it flipped. A string of what must have been expletives stammered out between english and something rather... spitty-sounding. Thick and wet edges to words but rattled out with surprising speed if breathlessly.
"Wat the..." He did muster in surprise at the rush of a sort of...feeling that was not the dark creepy power the 'beastie' gave off, but more peacefully neutral. It was his first time meeting another Knight, and somehow, Librarian wasn't quite what he expected. That was about when the beast took another roll and mashed him into the pavement again with a 'whoof' of air and a wheeze. He was going to have a serious case of road rash for sure.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 12:32 pm
"Oh!" Camelot saw that he was a little late in preventing the other knight from getting squished a few times. That was something he would have to apologize profusely for later, once they were youma free.
Getting close to the youma, he brought his shield forward and used the edge of it as a weapon, hoping to hit the thing hard enough to get it to release Annwn. He missed his first attempt when it moved, barely missing Annwn in the process, and had to try again.
The second time he hit the thing square on the top of the head and it let out an angry sound, recoiling backwards and away from both knights for a moment as it coiled and favored its now smarting head. In that moment of reprieve, Camelot moved to help the other knight up.
"Are you alright? I'm sorry!" He said, keeping an eye on the youma. It reared back to attack again. Camelot's shield had a large split in it now, and it didn't look like it was going to survive another hit. They had to figure out a way to kill the thing quickly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 6:28 pm
"Oh goddamn... is there anything SHARP around here!?" Breu...sorry, Annwyn said with an half crushed air of desperation. He did the only thing he could think to as it reared back, thanking the new Librarian-Knight for the hand back to his feet, he used what shaky momentum he had and slammed into it again trying to knock it onto its back.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 10:47 am
The youma, though clearly not happy with the hit, did as it was directed to do. It flipped over onto its back, slamming onto the ground. It kicked its feet wildly, trying to get back onto them, but it seemed as if it didn't know how. Maybe it had lost track of where the ground was.
Or was not smart enough to figure that one out.
"Ah ha!" Camelot said, taking the opportunity to follow Annwn's lead and leap on the youma again. This time they could pin it on its back. He wanted to keep it down so they might be able to kill it quickly. Before it hurt anyone else.
"I've got one more hit with my shield, I think," he said, trying not to get maimed, "what do you think the weakest part is?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 5:13 pm
"Ah...er..." He stammered and then pointed under the chin. "That'd be where they always say the dragons are... I can perhaps hit it with my ah... antler should that fail?" He offered hopelessly. He hadn't the first clue where to start with such things, the last one that he'd encountered he had bludgened to death with a brick...and here he was talking about dragons with a man who looked like he stepped out of a book on arthurian legend.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 10:56 am
Dragons. That was a good point. Camelot should have been aware of them, right? He had read stories all his life about them, and this youma was at least... vaguely reptilian. Maybe.
"Alright!" He said. He moved to slam the shield into the youma's neck. It gurgled angrily and punched him hard in the gut for it, and Camelot had to roll away. The wind had rushed out of his lungs, but the youma seemed to be crumbling.
It didn't look like it could breathe.
Unfortunately, neither could Camelot. His chain mail didn't do much for blunt force. It blocked teeth and claws but not so much punches to the stomach. He moaned.
"Finish off, if you don't mind," Camelot squeaked, his voice much higher than it should have been. He worked to get his breath back.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 5:58 pm
A concerned look chased him for a moment but he nodded and slammed a boot heel where the shield had impacted just before. It might not have been the most glamorous kill but it did its duty... it felt like... well it felt like stepping on an enormous beetle, crunchy and squishy all at one. He shuddered but felt at the same time triumphant as it crumbled beneath him.
He staggered up to offer the wheezing man a hand. "Here... let me help, walking it off helps eh?" He said meaning to encourage.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 10:00 am
"Thank you," Camelot eeped out. He took the others hand and got to his feet, able to fill his lungs after a moment and he sighed heavily because of it. He was glad for the fresh breath, at least. He looked at the other knight.
"Good work," he said, with a nod to where the youma had once been, "I'm glad that's dealt with, at least. Ah. Yes well.... I'm Camelot, page of Earth."
It was nice to be properly introduced.
"I'm very glad you're a knight, or I would have really regretted powering up. You won't... uh... tell anyone about me, right? I mean, I know you won't, I just..." He didn't know this other knight, and was often a bundle of nerves about his identity anyway. He didn't think he was that hard to figure out, but just giving it away was probably not helping.
He didn't dare take a step yet. He was still a bit shakey.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 4:25 am
"Ah...Annwyn Page of...Earth too... Pleased to meet another! Ah... very new at this, not likely to tell either I promise you." he said more carefully, the accent's grip shaken lightly free but syllables still hard edged and thick with another manner of pronunciation.
"I ah..." He glanced around like he was double checking the street and let his own knight guise slip away, roughly early twenties he was but there was a scar that ran from one temple to his far jaw over the bridge of an aquiline nose and smaller ones that more or less vanished into the lighter color of his skin. His hands too when he offered one to shake were criss crossed with lines like he'd been in a boxing match with a large window and lost.
"...Do you fancy hitting the pub...I fancy that the best place for either of us after ah... well, bludgeoning monsters t'death with boots and bucklers."
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 11:09 pm
Camelot brightened considerably when the other said he was a knight of Earth. He had not yet met another knight representing the same planet of him, and that was a little bit of a thrill for some reason. He felt an instant sense of companionship, or rather the desire for it.
They had even more in common, beyond both being relative newbies and both being knights. They were of Earth. They had a deeply rooted investment in this planet and, as far as Camelot thought, needed to defend it justly.
He noticed the scars and wondered, though he didn't think it would be too polite to ask about them. At least not right away. Maybe if the conversation turned that way it would be acceptable. Camelot spent a lot of time wondering about offending people and doing his best not to.
"The pub?" Used to all his powered up cohorts being much younger than him, he couldn't help but be skeptical. He couldn't help but grin though. "Are you old enough to be hitting those? Though, I think I could do with a drink after all that." He decided to power down, as a man in chain mail probably wouldn't go over very well in a bar. At least if he wasn't already drunk.
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