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 Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 9:42 pm
Lieutenant Osumilte was a happy man. He was taking a break from his energy gathering for the evening, having drained the energy of nearly half a dozen unsuspecting citizens for the day. A few weeks ago, the idea of doing such a thing would have revolted him - but ever since his initiation into the Negaverse he began to see things more clearly. What he was doing wasn't wrong - it was an unfortunate means to an end. The Negaverse needed this energy in order for it to survive and fight off the Senshi terrorists who threaten the world.
However, his frequent looting of his victim's cash was less defensible. It didn't bother his conscience much - after all, he was sitting there proudly counting nearly four hundred dollars that he had made just that night. A few more targets like that and he might be able to pick up that Armani suit he had been eyeing.
He pocked the cash after counting it and stretched on the park bench, extending his arms with a long dramatic yawn as he kicked his legs out onto the cement pathway through the dimly lit park. Man. He really wanted a cigarette right then.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 5:37 pm
One so called terrorist was pretty bored. So far the night was young, and not a youma in sight, Pollux the sneshi of frost found himself with nothing to do. Sure it was good, but at the same time, it was frustrating. He had a contract set up and it needed to be filled. Not to mention he was supposed to be looking for the source of the increasing number of people passing out and being robbed.
He just assumed everybody got s**t faces and didn't think to hide their cash well enough.
The nights lack of action took a turn however as Pollux saw a man casually sprawled on a park bench. Not only did he look sketchy, but he felt it. A brush of the dark pulse one would know was negaverse from being so close. Still, Pollux hadn't an idea just how powerful this guy was. Or, if he had back up. Combined with his general aversion to death, Pollux figured announcing himself was the best course of action. If this was a trap....That was what his brother on speed dial was for.
"You regularly look like a douche?" Pollux stepped under the streetlight. "Or did that come with the corruption?"
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 7:06 pm
A Senshi.
Lieutenant Osumilite felt its presence, but remained calm in his seat at the bench. He was a bit nervous - he had not yet encountered a Senshi before, but he was told many things. He was warned about their magic, their strange power signature, their silly notion that they were the good guys in the war. But he didn't let the fear take him over, he had no urge to run. He was confident that he was ready for this.
The lieutenant laughed at the Senshi's attempt at insult; it didn't bother him in the least. If he had a nickel for every time he was called a douche, well, he probably wouldn't need to be looting cash from his victims. He then eyed the Senshi who stepped into the light. It was a boy - not what he was expecting. From what he understood, most of the Senshi were a harem of hormonal teenage girls.
"I'm surprise," Osumilte grinned. "I didn't know there were Senshi men; or are you just a very unattractive woman? I truthfully cannot tell with that androgynous ponytail of yours."
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