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 Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 5:48 pm
Howlite was definitely born to be bad.
The Negaverse had made it so that the active girl was never bored, setting her up with tasks, a boss, and even a whole new group of teammates. What wasn't there to like? There was danger, of course, but that was nothing new to a delivery girl or a drug dealer, and the blonde hadn't run into any problems - yet.
Energy-gathering came to her with ease, and she tending to take it in non-violent, less noticeable ways. Those that were partying, getting high, under the influence, rarely noticed why they were so tired, later. It wasn't something they could compute, the next morning.
So far, it'd been a great night, her bounty tucked away inside her coat, and she was draining one last fellow, who'd just gotten stoned out of his mind on a park bench.
One hand rested on his shoulder, from where she stood behind him, the other held behind her back as it gathered his energy into a tangible object.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 5:50 pm
Talia was actually getting a little comfortable with the whole senshi thing. She hadn't quite figured it out, had no clue how to fight crime, and so far had made no allies. But she was okay with actually being a senshi now. So that was a start, right?
She was taking a walk in the Pearl District today- they had reputably better parks than most sections of the city. She had visited the rose garden earlier today, just to get herself out of the house. It had been sunny, families were together, parties were being held- there was even a couple that had been taking their wedding pictures! It was stereotypical happy land.
Fast forward about six hours. It was dark and Talia had decided to take a different path out of the park than she normally did. The path didn't lead straight to her car, but she wasn't quite ready to head home. She wanted to walk in the chill night air for a bit.
It was then that she spotted the negaverser sapping energy out of some poor man. He looked sleepy ... was he high? Ugh, druggies were the worst. At least he wasn't hurting anyone, like the negaverse. Talia ducked behind a tree and went through her transformation sequence.
Draconis looked back over at the twosome. Yup, the negaverser was still there. She didn't seem that bright, to be collecting energy like that with no tact. Draconis stepped out from behind the tree and struck a pose. "Hey! You with the bad taste in clothing! Pick on someone your own energy level."
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 9:29 pm
"You're not bitchy at all, are you?" Despite the words, Lieutenant Howlite's grin was wide and relaxed, her brows raised as she took the time to finish her task. The male slumped down, asleep, and she tucked the orb into a pocket inside her jacket, as she eased him down onto the bench.
"At least I'm wearing real clothing." A laugh, then. What was it with these uniforms and scantily clad girls? Also, those sleeves? Perhaps good guys had a lower budget.
The blonde Nega rolled her shoulders as she stepped from the bench to the center off the path, beckoning Draconis forward with one hand. "Well, come on, then, since you seem set on disturbing my pleasant evening."
Howlie was beginning to learn there really was no talking to senshi. Even when they opened their mouths, they rarely had anything beyond cliche and asinine bravado to spew out.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 12:30 am
How rude! This girl was absolutely despicable. How dare she insult Draconis like that! Even worse, how dare she insult Draconis' amazing clothing!
Okay, it was a little scantily clad, but it was beautiful. Much better than that weird as s**t uniform. Gold trim? How cheesy. She looked like a walking casino from Vegas. Even worse, a slot machine. Used by a ton of men, if you know what I mean.
"Hey! Don't insult my outfit!" she shouted with her hands on her hips. Draconis wasn't ready to give into this nega's taunts. No, she wanted to mess with her mind a bit. Play some mind games. Throw her off her guard. Whatever it would take to throw Howlite's game.
Sneakily, Draconis said, "Awww, c'mon. You don't wanna just fight do you? I wasn't aware the negaversers were all so bloodthirsty!" She was feigning the pure maiden. Woe was her and what not. Not even giving Howlite a chance to respond, Draconis said, "Well, have it your way!" An adorable shrug followed afterwards.
Immediately Draconis rushed towards Howlite, sending a punch straight at Howlite's chest. Now Draconis wasn't the most powerful girl around, but she had years of tennis experience and she was small. She was agile. She only hoped it was enough to land her a punch.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 11:16 am
Was the blonde nega offended? Not particularly. As Draconis spoke, she simply raised her brows, standing somewhat still in the center of the path. The girl was a hot-head, that was certain. When she came running, Howlite wasn't surprised.
Of course, Howlite was 5'10" athlete, with five years of kickboxing under her belt. Most of the time, she ignored what came out of people's mouths [they rarely said what they meant anyway] and relied on their body language.
Clearly, the smaller senshi was not an experienced fighter, aiming directly for... Her chest? Forearms were already up in a ready stance, but now, one came to catch and deflect Draconis' strike. Hello, fist, meet stronger bone. It was followed instincitively by a cross hook to the senshi's ribs.
Try that on for size.
Howlie didn't tend to talk while fighting, instead choosing to focus on quick, heavy damage. Why waste time? Getting close to the blonde was dangerous, and Draconis had made her first mistake. Senshi were so eager to rush into things.
Tsk.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 5:28 pm
Draconis heaved backwards a little as the punch connected with her ribs. She let out little more than a gasp though. The punch hurt sure, but it wasn't going to keep her down. Draconis was far too stubborn for that.
Grimmacing, Draconis ducked down and spun with her leg extended, attempting to unbalance the nega. "Don't underestimate me you ... you." Draconis used her hands to push herself back up into an upright position and then hopped a step or two back just in case Howlite was planning to counter with something.
Talia was a tad curious though. "Why are you taking energy from that dude? He seems a little uhh ... well dead." Maybe not dead. High? He was somewhere other than Earth, that was for sure.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 2:20 pm
Well, that was certainly interesting.
Since when did Senshi ask questions? Particularly ones that Howlite could answer? The blonde deflected the spinning strike with a low block, stepping back to get her bearings as well as consider Draconis' question.
"Stoners are rarely using their energy for anything good. Since he's just wasting it on blow and staring at the sky, I reckon he's a better candidate than, say, someone who's on their way to work. I'd hate to ruin their day and make 'em late." That wide, charming grin flashed onto her freckled face.
She wasn't lying. There was no reason to.
Still wary, she held her guard. If Draconis made any moves, Howlite would be ready.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 7:19 pm
Draconis definitely detected a bit of suspicion in Howlite's voice. Then again, it seemed as though everyone in the negaverse had a tone of complete suspicion and utter lack of common good. It wasn't like in the comic books or the movies though, when the bad guys would just monologue off exactly what they were going to do while the good guys saved the day.
It was odd really, it seemed like the negaverse had a way of talking that was almost ... coy? Cunning? Draconis could never place the feeling it gave her, though it was something akin to little needles digging under her skin. An uncomfortable feeling, but not one you could just swat away like a fly or a bug.
Worse yet? Sometimes they were actually logical. That was probably Draconis' biggest heel. Some of the negaversers were starting to sound somewhat logistic to her. Of course, she would never submit to them- they were evil! ... right?
To Howlite, she just said, "Why suck anyone at all though?" A general look of confusion and contemplation crossed her face, "It's not like they deserve to have their life force sucked up. They're people." It was no secret that Draconis didn't think very highly of druggies; in fact it was quite the opposite, she thought the lowest of them. Her gut just told her that it was wrong to steal someone's life force for no reason though.
In the same way that Howlite was defending herself, Draconis too twitched with defensive anxiety. The second the negaverser moved, she would be ready.
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 5:01 pm
"Where does your magic come from?" Howlite tilted her blonde head, folding her arms across her chest in a way that said she was done fighting... For now. Her brows raised slightly, as she continued her thoughts. "A planetoid, obviously, but how do you know it doesn't drain the body you call it from? Like some a*****e polluting Earth, and killing it, or even harvesting the trees, how can you be sure you're not draining your place of power? At least temporarily?"
She waved a hand back toward the sleeping addict. "When he wakes up, he'll have back all the energy I've taken from him. Perhaps the drain will be his wake-up call, and he'll think he had a bad trip." She shrugged, slightly. "Sure, I could drain him until he died, but I didn't, and I won't. I reckon you could use your abilities to kill someone, yourself, and yet you don't."
Howlite wrinkled her freckled nose, slightly. "I must admit, I'm pretty new. I'm at the bottom of things, and I don't know the reasons we do everything we do. I just know that it's vital to protecting Earth."
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 8:14 pm
Well there was something Draconis had never thought about. Warily, and only for a moment, her eyes lowered down to look at her hands, the place that she associated with her power. Just where did those flamethrowers come from? As far as she knew, most humans didn't emit flames from their hands at random, nor did they breath fire.
But she wasn't going to let this negascum convince her that she was in the wrong. That was stupid.
Besides, Draconis always had a counter-argument for everything. "My energy is my own, I have a right to take it. You have no right to that man's," she gestured to the druggie, "Nor anyone else's." She said it very matter of factly, and in a very lawyerish way. Perhaps it was an innate skilled given to her by her father.
That was all she was going to say on the matter. Without another word, she immediately rushed the negaverse lady and began a graceful arc with her foot, aimed straight at Howlite's face.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 1:26 pm
"How arrogant," Howlite seemed, for a moment, truly disappointed, as Draconis shifted into a battle stance. Needless to say, she didn't stay put, stepping back to keep a solid stance, and lifting one forearm to deflect the attack. It hurt, of course, but not nearly as badly as a strike to her face. Her wrist twisted around to grab hold of Draconis' lifted angle, seeking to hold her off balance, while her own foot swept the younger girl's leg, to send her to the ground. "That's no proper argument. You have no proof."
Surprisingly enough, she didn't attempt to strike her while she was down, backing up further to recover.
"How do you know?" She took another step back, shaking her had slowly. "How do you know?" Was there some orientation for senshi? Did they get some pamphlet explaining how they were the good guys? What a crock.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 2:07 am
Draconis flipped herself up off the ground by pushing the asphalt path with her arms, sending her flying into the air. Sometimes even she forgot the true power and extent of the senshi power limits. Her wrist hurt a bit, but not nearly as badly as she was going to make Howlite hurt!
As she caught her own momentum, Draconis answered with a simple, mechanic lawyer's response. "You have no proof that your method is wonderful and dandy either you know. At least I don't hurt other humans with my methods." Draconis was confident in her statement, too. She was positive that her home planet wasn't injured in the process of calling power. It was more like she was channeling the power with the planet than from the planet.
Of course, it was like Howlite said, in essence. There was literally know way for her to prove that her planet wasn't dying. It was just something she felt as a soldier of Draconis- not exactly a strong case in court.
Shaking her head, Draconis didn't even grace Howlite's last questions with an answer. Instead, she sarcastically replied, "Are you going to sit there and tell me why I'm a big bad senshi, or are you actually going to fight like a soldier?"
Her words she backed in power. Immediately after speaking, she ran for Howlite once more. She threw a punch here and there, a kick, a flick, a chop. It was a fluid dance for her, not some honky tonk jabs thrown left and right all sloppily like this negaverser seemed to favor.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 2:34 am
"Touchy, touchy." Was all she replied, as Draconis became increasingly irritated. She was extremely aggressive, at this point, despite her snippy, imitation logic.
When she stood up, Howlite could tell the fight was on, and it was then that she stopped speaking. There was no point. Of course, the senshi's dance was beautiful, but that's all it really was.
Howlite was trained to inflict damage, and her boxing was an art in and of itself. It'd saved her, and provided her with an outlet, all-in-one, and she was crafted to shut down her opponents, and fast.
Two kicks, even, had been proven to break a femur.
She remained unimpressed by the young senshi, her now steely dark eyes locked on her movements, as she closed in, protecting herself with blocks and deflections, and focusing on damaging, hard and fast strikes.
"Back off," she finally intoned, through clenched teeth. She hadn't started this, and one of them was going to end up with lasting injury, if this kept up.
Based on Draconis' technique, it wasn't going to be the blonde, unless she had something not based in physical combat.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 4:13 pm
Draconis grimaced as she realized none of her hits were really having any impact on this stupid blonde nega. The negaverser was clearly more advanced in hand to hand combat, and was a bit older and more muscular than Draconis. Draconis was athletic, but not buff. Not to mention she had no idea what to do in the ways of combat. It was more of a "just hit stuff" strategy.
Lucky for Draconis she did have something extra on her side.
She took a few steps back and mumbled her words and hand signs. Howlite had no idea what was coming until it was too late. "Draconis Breath of FLAME," she shouted, and blew through her parted hands.
A torrent of flame came rushing out and was headed straight towards Howlite. How would she take this one?
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 4:42 pm
"What the ********>
That was fire.
Howlite dropped as fast as possible, the stream of flame passing over her, but not before it 'clipped' her shoulder.
That was real fire.
She had wits enough to roll as that shoulder hit the ground, hard, glad for the dirt and grass of the park. Her uniform was more than singed, despite the brief contact, and she could feel the heat on her skin, the burn.
"Are you insane?" How could they think they were the good guys? Draconis had picked this fight, Howlite had defended herself, and the damn senshi had scorched her for her efforts.
Draconis was, to be a frank, a complete and utter b***h.
"You are a b***h," Howlite informed her, as she got to her feet. A hard shake of the head, and the blonde decided to bail, taking off through the foliage of the park.
Time to get out of dodge, and get that burn checked out...
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