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 Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 11:42 am
Painite peered out over the city, her hands on her hips. She was standing atop her favorite training place, the roof of the theatre, surveying the quiet streets below her. She felt very peaceful and content, but something was roiling inside her that was beginning to burn.
Tonight, that something told her, something fun was going to happen.
There was an electricity in her muscles, and a confidence in her mind. She was everything she had envisioned herself to be, once upon a time, and before her there were endless possibilities. There was nothing capable of stopping her, as far as she knew, and she was flying high on the feeling that she had finally overcome that ever so present nagging feeling.
The idea she hid so carefully, the doubt she carried in her mind whenever she tried something. Usually, whenever she went over the top or put her all into something it was because she was partly compensating for how little faith she had in herself. She told her own mind that she could do anything, and she acted and reacted as though she believed it. It was only when she really failed, or at least failed in her own vision, that she realized how unsurprised she was in that defeat.
Maybe she had never truly believed she would get here.
Painite leaped from the roof, the General dropping straight down to the floor, calling her weapon as she fell. She landed lightly, crouching down and then looking around as she straightened herself up. There had to be a senshi out here to hunt. And she would find it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 2:27 pm
He couldn't have put his finger on it, but Painite wasn't the only one who's hackles were up tonight. It had been a while since he'd felt like he really -needed- to be out and about, instead of feeling obligated to be, especially after his conversations with HugBell and Wolframite... and Maya.
Top that sundae of worries off with a nice cherry of "repeatedly getting the crap kicked out of him" and nightly patrols had felt more like an obligatory root canal than something he actually -wanted- to do.
He blamed it on testosterone poisoning, since he'd been single for a while and clearly didn't have the dampening factor of a woman in his life telling him what to do, something he'd found he tended to rely on unhealthily. He was feeling mostly better about the breakup, but rumor mills were rumor mills, and he was getting really tired of getting mugged in the halls to ask if he'd broken up because of another girl, because of his sister, oh and his favorite, 'did you come out of the closet'.
Not that they knew about it, or anyway, he was PRETTY sure Tallulah had too much class to tell everyone that he'd walked away from the opportunity for a little x rated action. ((Pretty sure, mind, wasn't one hundred percent sure, but he didn't like thinking about the other option anyway. It was too... tacky. Too Grade school. Like spreading rumors that someone was gay.)) But anyway, he was pretty sure that refusing to pull out your bits on command didn't make you gay.
Anyway he'd never seen any documentation that indicated that was the case. Cee would have insisted it merely showed he had standards. He wasn't entirely sure he hadn't just felt the first tremors of the breakup before it hit. Or maybe he'd just been chicken.
The end result of this stew-pot of emotions was that he was out, willingly, and on the prowl, instead of brooding on the fact that everyone he knew was sprouting new "asswings" like they were getting them out of a corner vending machine, and he was just sprouting new bruises and contusions.
It also explained a good bit why he felt like finding something he felt justified in punching. Punching was the minimum. There might also be Senshi Magic, and possibly kicking... as long as he didn't come too close to breaking a toe.
He was already, he reasoned, being self destructive enough. This was, after all, the territory he'd first run into Painite, and she'd gotten a lot more dangerous than when she'd first hit the scene, wielding a plush hobby horse.
Maybe, actually, that was why he was here. They had a history, and anyway, maybe he could find something out. The Negaverse tended to be more military, maybe they had better contacts than he did at the moment. Maybe Psycho Painite knew something about what had made Preachy Wolframite evolve into Psychopreachy Wolframite.
...Or maybe they'd just kick the tar out of each other. Again.
"HEY HORSEFACE. DID YOU BUY ANY ALOE SINCE LAST TIME?" He yelled, with no idea if she was actually there to hear, but it seemed a great way to roust her and her Bond Villain behavior.
...Then again maybe he'd gone crazy too and was tapping an inner death wish. Anything was possible. He WAS a Leontyne.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 12:41 pm
The Negaverse General grinned when she heard someone calling for her. She felt the familiar energy signature and turned, eyes finding exactly who she thought she would down the end of the road. She cocked her head to the side, laughing at him.
"Well, well! If it isn't the Lion King."
She moved a bit closer, taking slow, easy steps. It felt like something out of a classic western, and she knew very well that she was the bad guy in this scenario. But that didn't mean she wasn't the fastest on the draw.
It seemed they were out looking for each other, for trouble, without really realizing. And they had both ended up in the same place at the same time. It was a sort of fated reunion, she imagined, and she gripped her weapon, a long javelin ended in a point on one end and a spear at the head. Staff Corporal Saddles, as she liked to call it.
If she got a promotion, it was only fair.
"Are you looking for another beating?" She asked once she was close enough, though she could easily recall that she had suffered some wounds at his hands. Still, she could also just as easily ignore those facts.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 10:14 am
"I'd rather be Simba than sound like an cheesy old cartoon Villain. Seriously, you gonna start carrying around a white cat and shouting "I'll Get you Next time, Gadget?"
Hell he could use the royalties he'd have been getting if he HAD been the inspiration for that obnoxious, bug eating lion. He knew way more about Disney than he'd ever wanted to at this point, it was kind of depressing really.
"Hell if I realllly wanted to toast your a**, I'd just drag you offworld. I gotta tell you, world with more than one sun.... nothing at all like Pitch Black."
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 12:11 pm
"I was thinking about it. Do you think a white cat is evil enough? I think a black one might be more to the point."
She shook her head, not fussed by his attempts to mock her. She always told herself, if they were going to call her the bad guy, the villain, then she would play it for them. And she had found it to be amazingly fun. She didn't tire of it, and she certainly didn't care about his little taunts.
In the end, she had a sharp stick with a deadly spear point.
Nothing else would really matter.
"Off world? No thank you, though I'd be more than happy to give you some going away presents if you hopped off to your planet and left us the bloody hell alone. This is my planet. You keep your multiple suns."
With that she teleported and appeared behind him. She'd have to be careful not to wear herself out too quickly, but she was going to give him hell. It would be worth it.
"Next time, you said? I think I'll get you now."
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 12:35 pm
"You make it sound like I need a Green card." He accused, lashing out with an sharp reverse kick (though admittedly the closest he'd studied Martial arts was Bruce Lee Films. This was more in the street-fighters school of 'hit em where it hurts' than Crane or Tiger style.)
"I hate to break your brain, Dr. Claw... but I was born here."
He barely waited to find out if his boot connected, trying to move to more adventitious ground. Damnit, he forgot they could teleport. How the hell had he forgotten that? Surely she couldn't keep it up indefinitely? It would be totally unfair if he got limited rounds of magical attacks and they got an 'get out of this location free' card with no expiration.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 7:11 pm
The Negaverse General laughed. She liked the nickname, though she had no claw, had no raspy voice, and had no trouble with Inspector Gadget.
But maybe she could get a cat.
Hiro didn't count. He wasn't her cat, and he was often too busy to play the role of a evil side kick cat, getting stroked whenever she had a particularly wicked idea, or needed to let out an evil laugh to terrorize some do gooders. Certainly she would let her borrow him once or twice for something like that...
But things were a little too tense, and too many important things were going on, for her to ask him to goof around with her now. She knew that there was work to be done. And she, and every other member of the Negaverse, had to do it.
"And you'll die here, too, senshi," she countered, mocking his cadence as she tried to catch his kick. She missed, but she managed to dodge the ill aimed blow. She had Staff Corporal Saddles in hand, and she gripped the staff tightly with both hands, swinging it around in a wide arc and slashing the spear head at him and cut off his effort to regain his footing.
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