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 Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 2:23 pm
 He had seen the little youma stalking after some girls as he was on his way home. It wasn't too big, or too intimidating, and it's attention was on the girls. It was the perfect situation for the fledgling page. Not too dangerous, not too scary.
He'd henshined and crept after the little monster in an almost comic fashion. Bowl held carefully in one arm he carefully positioned his fist how he'd been instructed. And he released, sending the little youma a few feet to the left. The girls finally heard the commotion and ran off at the sight of the.. wacko and the monster.
A few more hits and he suceeded against the mini youma, hopping up and down happily in success. To one versed in videogames he was also humming the Final Fantasy battle victory tune in his celebration.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 4:02 pm
Benitoite had also seen the youma.Curious as he was he followed, he had been out during the day. He'd been hoping no senshi would be out during the day, as he'd already been in three fights and wanted to get a good amount of energy collected.
Following he got side tracked, grabbing someone for some energy, so arrived just as the youma was killed, how sad. He didn't know the truth behind the youma. He'd learn eventually. This senshi...didn't feel like a senshi, and was dancing like a fool.
"How...juvenile...dancing around over something so simple. Childish." He stated coldly. "Perhaps if you had something a little harder to fight, hmmm?" His paintbrush gently rested on his chin and bottom lip.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 8:23 pm
Bimini's celebration was cut short as a voice caught his attention, an actual pout touching him as he was called juvenile. Well certain he was.. practically always actually and it wasn't like he really even minded the term! But the other guy had said it in such a mean way, big mean meany.
"Every victory is worth celebrating" He responded to the insistance of 'simple'. No lie, it had been a simple fight but it was a fight won and that was all that mattered!
The offer of something harder to fight didn't sit well with the page of the cosmos, stepping back a step tentatively, cradling his bowl carefully. "Oh umm.. you're one of those bad guys aren't you?"
"Are you sure you want to fight? We could talk instead maybe? Maybe a nice rousing game of rock, paper, scissors?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 11:20 am
"Even one against something so easy for you to kill? Hardly worth the celebration, unless that was tough for you." He spoke, tone mocking as he crossed his arms over his chest, slate hued eyes staring at the other calmly.
Stepping toward the page, confidence spiking, he smirked slowly. "I believe the term your looking for is Negaverse agent, in which case yes. I am one." This one really seemed to be lacking, in confidence among other things. He seemed to not want to fight, so why get involved at all?
"I'd prefer leaving the playground games in the past, where such things belong. I'd prefer a fight, unless you think yourself incapable." Raising a brow in challenge. "If so...perhaps you shouldn't be involved in this war at all." His brush had moved position, tapping gently on an upper arm.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 12:16 pm
Mean meany was perhaps a good nickname for this guy. His words and the tone behind them were all rather nasty.
"Any bad guy off the street means the people are a little safer so yes.. it's worth the celebration." The words were there, but it was pretty obvious he wasn't celebrating anymore. In fact Bimini looked pretty darn somber and glum now. Ecspecially as the negaverse agent shot down his offer of peaceful resolution.
"Yeah.. already been there, tried that. Apparently it's in the blood to be a page." He really had completely attempted to ignore this powered stuff and war originally. But it always seemed to crawl back until he couldn't ignore it anymore.
"I can fight" He offered finally to the challenge lifting his right hand again before carefully balling it into a fist. Thumbs out, focus on the center middle knuckle. His foot shifted back, waiting for the right moment to try and take a swing.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 2:51 pm
"If that were the case I'd say your target is all wrong. You should be aiming that...bowl at the senshi." A casual, almost lazy, shrug of his shoulders. Another tap against his arm by the brush he carried on him.
Slowly walking forward, heels touching the ground first and slowly the rest of his foot came down. It was a slow and measured step, almost made to set a mood or something. His coat swayed ever so slightly as he moved toward the page. "Though I doubt you'd turn on them." He'd think they were good, just like so many others, how blind and sheep like.
While the other prepared himself the teen unfolded his arms and took aim with the end of his brush before he picked up his pace, no longer slow nor deliberate. He ran right at the other aiming to stab or in some way use the brush as a lance.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 1:53 pm
"A senshi told me it was the other way around. And so far I've only seen evidence to support it." The other guy's calmness was actually beginning to make Bimini uncomfortable. Nervous...
"I've begged for mercy before and get attacked again and again regardless by your kind... unprovoked. That doesn't sound like a good guy."
His fist was held cautiously, his body shifting softly on the feet that held his stance. He wouldn't give up on trying to get away without a fight. "All I'm trying to do is keep innocent people safe so.. anyone who threatens that.. negaverse or senshi. I'll try to stop them"
He was still talking when Benitoite suddenly moved forward, and Bimini was sadly not cautious enough about his enemy's weapon. Small as it may be the small brush hurt like hell as it stabbed him in the chest. He was almost certain to have a bruise from it tommorow too. For now air being held in his chest expelled with a pained groan and his punch flew off target, barely grazing him if at all.
As it was, Bimini was having a hard time thinking about punching some kid in the face. Monsters were one thing.. but hurting kids.. even if they WERE trying to kill him, it made the page uncomfortable.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 6:36 pm
"And the senshi do the same. I have been doing my job and been attacked. Not very nice either, or has the definition of nice changed?" He questioned calmly, approaching the other. "Though this is war, you just happen to be somewhere in the middle." He stated, why be in the middle? Pick a side.
"And I'm doing is grabbing energy, which people gain right back. No harm done to the person, and yet the senshi attack me. As I said, a side effect of war. But if you think by gathering energy were harming a person your mistaken." It didn't kill, it may leave the person unconscious but it didn't kill.
Seemed this person really wasn't one for fighting, how easy but also so boring. He may have had his a** handed to him in the past but to have a fight this easy was almost not worth it. Somehow this didn't feel right but that was pushed aside and he took another stab at the other, literally.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 9:24 pm
"Ouch!" He proclaimed as he was prodded for a second time, drawing his arm back, and this time his punch was more on target. His body and weight following the whole motion. He wasn't a brawler, but it should atleast hurt a bit!
The information he was receiving was good. And confusing. They were just gathering energy? It didn't really hurt people? Because it sure LOOKED like they were hurting people. Maybe not as much as the monsters but still. Javelins throwns at him were not fun times.
"Why do you have to take energy anyway? Even if it doesn't hurt it's still stealing?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 11:08 pm
"Ouch." A surprised yelp from the teen. Oh! So he could fight, and punch. Lovely, another one that liked to throw fists. Rubbing his jar, as he turned his head back toward the other. He'd brush, or black and blue from it. It certainly wasn't enough to break teeth or anything, thankfully.
"Stealing, is the term you use. But it's something we need, the energy is used for certain things. And the people do regain their energy. If I drained someone, now, they'd wake up after a while and be off and on their way." Starseed taking, he'd heard of that, now that killed. But it wasn't what he did.
"Starseed taking will kill, but I don't believe that is done nearly as often as energy taking." However, it was done by certain members. He couldn't see himself as doing that ever, never. He'd talk to Paintite, sit down with her and question her about what he'd seen tonight, the youma, and what energy was used for and starseeds. He'd talk to her as soon as he could.
Now though was time to fight, and he aimed to stab again.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 8:35 am
It was a lot of information, a lot of GOOD information. Energy draining. Starseed taking. He'd definately have to bring it up to Camelot and the rest of the group when he finally got a chance to meet them. If they could find out that the 'bad guys' weren't so bad after all.. maybe they could find a way to work with everyone and in effect keep everything peaceful and safe.
It was a thought for another time though, because right now the Lt was aiming and throwing another sharp little jab with the dull end of that paintbrush. Bimini was just waiting for the stupid thing to snap and to suddenly have something sharp to contend with.
He was leaning when the next jab hit, stabbing between the collarbone and neck, and attack that literally threw Bimini off of his game. The fist he'd raised for another punch fell, and he tilted his bowl of water towards the boy, hoping the sudden splash would get him to retreat long enough for Bimini to regain his wits.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 11:29 am
He wasn't trying to help, at least not a group, but he wanted this one to open his eyes just a bit. Why was it every senshi and this knight seemed to think energy gathering was such a monstrous thing? Just because it was stealing? Where they going to start treating normal thieves, including the kid who steals some candy, like they did Negaverse agents? It was really ridiculous and showed they that they either A. Overreacted because they loved drama or B. Over reacted because they didn't know any better, meaning they were idiots. He wasn't sure which, and could care less, either way they seemed to love blowing the whole energy gathering thing out of proportion. And he wasn't about to mention it was needed for their side of this war. But it was needed, like he'd said.
Benitoite hadn't expected the water to be splashed at him, and right after he'd made another hit with the other. Stepping back, looking at himself in horror. His clothing was wet! Not to mention some was seeping through his turtleneck. He was one of those who didn't like getting wet, unless he was in a pool, at the ocean, or taking a shower. "Tell me that's normal water." He did not need to find out the water did something else, aside from the obvious. Yes, he sounded like a priss. But it couldn't be helped, he was wet and he didn't like it one bit. Another step back, while he tried to wring out some of the water, never mind his bangs were wet and dripping in his face.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 10:09 pm
Well! That was certainly the best and most helpful reaction he'd gotten thus far to his little water assault! He would have looked pleased if he had the time. Everyone else had just laughed it off for the crappiness that it truely was. That the boy had actually backed up and seemed more interested in his clothing was a good advantage for Bimini, especially if he took the oppurtunity.
"I think it's that clothing melting acid stuff" He taunted back, grinning wide as the bowl shifted in his hands to a much more useful manner. Half shield, half metal object just for beating youma or people with.
"Here I think I missed a spot" He proclaimed with soft amusement as he swung the bowl again, sending the last few harmless drops at Benitoite.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 10:37 pm
That comment was not amusing, and the glare he have showed his lack of amusement. "I hardly find it funny." Rolling his eyes, he wasn't too upset by being further wet, if only because he was already wet.
"You know, if you were to hit someone with that bowl, right after throwing water in there face, you might do a better job." Shaking a finger at the other, in something of a taunting manner. He shouldn't be helping the enemy, but why not? This one he doubted would be fighting much of anything.
Unable to get more water wrung from his coat he sighed. Holding his brush he moved back in to prod at the other sharply. This really was pathetic, a bowl and a brush and the other the sort who didn't fight. "You know, you should be nicer to the youma. You shouldn't be killing them." He had been told about them, though he hadn't asked anyone else to back the first story; not to say he didn't trust the first. But he wanted to be able to say he knew it for a fact, and had more than one person saying the same thing.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 9:05 am
It was very true. If Bimini were the more merciless sort.. even the more sure of himself sort he'd have just wailed on the kid immediately when he was distracted. But... he was just a kid...
And an onslaught of metal bowl slams to the head would surely give someone a concussion right? Some 'kid' a concussion.
It was VERY confusing. Deep down he knew he probably should.. that he'd promised Camelot he'd help fight against people who hurt others no matter what. But then... the kid HAD claimed he wasn't really doing anything to hurt people.. just borrowing a little energy. Sooooo...?
"Those youma hurt people, I've SEEN them with my own eyes. I know that much for sure!"
Sucking it up he pulled the bowl back, letting it swing forward. Unfortuately in his confusion and uncertainty he hardly noticed that his own fingers were slippery from the water and the bowl flung out of his fingers, hitting the Lt with little actual force before clattering down the street a little. On the other side of his enemy.. ughhh! s**t!
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