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 Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 8:46 pm
After some time, and pulling together of his thoughts Benitoite was back out and working on gathering energy. The day after that second encounter with Arachne he hadn't done a thing in the way of gathering energy. Today though he was out, rather than waiting for night to fall. He could only hope that there was a lesser chance of a senshi run in if he took to working during the day, and picked a different sort of place. He needed all the energy he could gather.
That's what brought him to a spa, one of those high end places filled with gossiping females. His mother liked these places, she'd even invited him along with her and her girlfriends once. It was this very same place in fact.
Finding the back entrance, and getting in, wasn't all that hard, someone had apparently decided to leave the back door unlocked. It was making his way around and grabbing people as they passed little hidden places that was hard. Leaving unconscious people in the back areas, and hoping they weren't found. Certain workers were left untouched, he didn't think it prudent to grab everyone. Not to mention certain workers were waiting on clients and would thus at some point be called to the front to get their client, and he didn't know when. If one were called and didn't answer he could be found out sooner than he wished.
He knew it wouldn't go completely unnoticed and wasn't surprised when a worker was calling out for the client he'd grabbed not ten minutes ago, from the room said worker had left her in while she went to get something. It was this woman he had to hide from as she moved past where he was hidden, it wouldn't do well to be caught. Really this wasn't the smartest thing he could have done, or the smartest time to go after such a place. But he was hoping for a good energy yield to make up for the lacking the previous day.
Finally she passed him again and he came out behind her. A hand slapped over her mouth as he pressed a hand to her and started drawing out the energy. Pulling her back to his hiding spot he made sure he worked fast, the less time she was able to fight him and attempt to scream the better.
Ideally he was hoping to drain every worker and client before leaving, and having no on in the back think anything odd until he was long gone. He doubted he'd get so lucky. But he didn't figure he'd have any senshi to deal with.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 5:45 pm
Unfortunately for Benitoite, his chosen target area was exactly what he expected it to be, and full of exactly the type of people he expected to be there: gossipy females. And that was exactly what Morgan Everett was.
She had come to the spa to get some much-needed recuperation from her nights out. Most of these nights were full of dancing, drinking and… things that you wouldn’t want to tell your mother. Some of those nights were also full of senshi things, as much as Morgan wanted to avoid it. Sometimes you just couldn’t help it if a monster attacked in the middle of the night. As Circe, she did what she would label her best, but that wasn’t always very good at all. Which is why some good old-fashioned R&R was needed.
Up until a few minutes ago, Morgan was getting a pedicure. However, her manicurist had gone off to answer the phone. The blonde manicurist called out to a co-worker, “Julianna! Julianna! Can you come take care of my client for a minute?” She tend turned to Morgan, hand over the receiver, “Julianna is just finishing up I’m sure.”
Morgan smiled as politely as she could and returned to reading a magazine. But over time, no Julianna came out and her original manicurist was still jabbering away on the phone. Morgan was just going to have to go find this Julianna herself. Tiptoeing away from the her seat, with pink toe divided on her feet, Morgan wandered off down the hallway towards the backroom to find out what was up.
As she approached, she heard a muffled sound. That perked her inner-alarm; being a senshi does that to you. ‘Probably just a rat moving around back there,’ Morgan though to herself. But in D.C. a girl can never be too careful, so she ducked into an empty room and transformed in Sailor Circe. Upon coming out, opened the door to the back room while Benitoite was mid-draining. “Ah! It was a rat! I was right!”
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 6:26 pm
Offended he turned around, slate eyes meeting the senshi standing there. "Speaking of yourself I see." A small half smile and half smirk crossed his features. "Lovely to see you again, but right now I'm busy; unlike last time." He spoke calmly. The female he'd been draining was shifted so she could take a seat, quite literally.
The little pearl of energy was pocketed, as he tried to keep her from seeing it. Right into the pocket the rest were not in, just on the off chance it was seen. He didn't want to risk her smashing the energy he'd been collecting, or at least no more than the one she saw.
He'd known his time was running out when he'd heard someone being called for. He didn't like that and had been going to leave but one person had passed him by and he'd figured he'd have the time before anyone actually went hunting down this Julianna. Too bad his take down had taken too long and so had the energy draining. Now he had a senshi to deal with.
"All over the place, just like rats." He stated, his eyes didn't leave the senshi even as he stepped away from the unconscious female whom he'd just been draining. "Should I assume your looking to fight me?" Very few senshi seemed to avoid fighting. And he didn't believe this senshi to be one of them.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 11:57 am
“Unless I said ‘beautiful’ or ‘radiant’ then, no, I was talking about you and your face.” Circe smirked back and gave a slightly hoity laugh. “Busy filling your pockets I see, learn to share.”
OH yes, Benitonite pocketing that little orb of energy didn’t go unnoticed by Circe’s keen powers of observation. She called it exactly how she saw it, and was as a low rat stealing from an innocent beautician, one who was suppose to be working on Circe’s own toes! “Draining a poor esthetician, really! Nobody is left to do my manicure. Unless you’re like to volunteer?”
Circe wasn’t after a fight as much as Beni was, but really, she did need someone to do her nails. The redhead certainly wasn’t going to do it herself, so she might as well attempt to save someone who could. Circe rushed at the negaverser, attempting to jab him in the side with her gloved hand.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 12:04 pm
Raising a brow he actually laughed at her words. "Someone thinks too highly of themselves." He voice louder than was normal, it wasn't often he let his amusement show quite so much. How could he not though?!
"She'll come around and be able to, unfortunate for her, work on your precious little feet. Though I do hope she's had all her shots." He said trying to keep a certain calmness in his voice, though he felt like laughing more. She was amusing and thought far too highly of herself, not to say he didn't think highly of himself. She had no place to though, as far as he was concerned.
Thankfully he'd been training, and learning well. Finding his balance he waited till the hand came at him and grabbed her hand with his own, his own nails showing some wear to them from the time spent planting. Her hand in his he pulled her toward himself while his free hand came out in a fist toward her. "You really should speak to whomever is at fault for that abysmal outfit your wearing, it clearly needs a do over. It's a mess. Perhaps that would help your over all appearance." The words were delivered in a cool manner, he was serious though. The outfit was truly boring and dull.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 2:57 pm
“Says the boy who looks like he’s from the past. Did you walk of the 1700s, or did you just forget nobody wears turtlenecks anymore? Or long coats in the summer.” Circe growled her words at him and very nearly spat in his face. Not very lady-like, but this guy was really starting to piss her off. How could anyone think her outfit was ugly? Okay, she wouldn’t have picked it herself really, but it did show case her breasts nicely and that was a bonus really.
“Couldn’t wait to tango a second time?” Circe tried to wrench her hand back simultaneously grabbing Beni’s ponytail in her free hand and pulling. A dirty trick, but one often used in a cat fight. Her boot accidentally knocked over some bottles of nail polish that had been sitting on a low table.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 3:08 pm
"And no one wears skirts in the winter, which I'm sure you'll be doing." Better to be hot than to freeze. Not to mention...his clothing was perfectly acceptable and nice! It looked good, fashionable.
His hair grabbed, really did he look enough like a girl that cat fighting was acceptable? Mildly offended, not to mention his scalp was screaming for him to get the wretches hands off. the blond moved the hand he'd had aimed to punch her. His hand wrapping about the hand grabbing his hair, nails digging into flesh. At the same time a foot lifted and tilting his head he managed to spot a foot of hers. Stomp! Hs heel slammed down toward the senshi's foot. He was not about to play nice with her, the spa and all it's products be damned.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 3:15 pm
“Fashionable- haaa.aaaaaaaaaah!” Circe screamed as nails dug into her arm and her foot was crushed her Benitonite’s boot. If he was going to play rough like that, then was just no point in fighting fairly. Circe gave his hair a good tug before pushing him backwards away from her. Circe herself stumbled back, hitting a shelf with other spa products aligned on it. The teal-colored senshi was quick to get to her feet and even quicker to summon up her magic. “Molt Boost!” If that boy was going to get rough, Circe was going to be ready for it. The same faint golden aura from last time covered her skin, and helped her forget the pain that was radiant in her foot.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 3:19 pm
Gasping, holding back a whimper, as his hair was tugged at harder. There was no way he was cutting his hair! Even if it meant a little pain, he liked his hair, even if right now it was proving to be a weakness to have. Pushed back he stumbled to regain his balance, knocking into a spa chair and landing right in it. Getting up he reached for a bottle near by and threw it right at the senshi.
If this was going to turn into a dirty fight, a cat fight, he'd take to throwing things. The nail polishes were also grabbed and thrown. Watching to see just what happened to her with that damn gold aura. There was something about that...he hadn't gotten a good idea on her attack and it's effect last time. He would now.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 3:29 pm
With the plethora of items being thrown at the senshi, her protection magic could only with stand so much. Most of the bottles and smaller items fell to the floor and cracked. The sound of it alerted other patrons and workers in the spa. All the clatter made the one girl who had been on the phone drop it, with a prompt ‘what the… what’s all that noise?”
With the strain of everything being thrown at her, Circe’s magic could only hold up for so long. Most items didn’t even make a dent, until a large bottle of lotion hit Circe in the head. Her little aura broken and seemed to shed off her then disappeared. Which left Circe feeling oddly energetic, but with the blow to her head, she was a bit befuddled. She stumbled forward attempting to get to Beni and get him to stop throwing things, but his arsenal seemed to be well stocked.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 3:43 pm
Rather the spa was well stocked and they were in a good area, at least for him. A small bottle of nail polish remover got thrown and a bottle of nail polish followed it. The bottles that were cracked on the ground were ignored, including the paint he stepped on. The bottom of his boot he knew would be cleaned the next time he donned his uniform.
"So that's a shield...interesting." That would be entered into his personal notes when he got home. Hearing someone shouting, and the frantic clicking of heels, he looked to the senshi. "Poor little senshi....enjoy explaining this." And he took off, he was not about to be caught. Let the senshi be caught in the middle of the mess he'd made in an attempt to strike the senshi down. Down the hall he raced, heels clicking on the stone floor of the spa. To the back door, which he threw open as he took off.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 3:48 pm
The bottle of nail polish it Circe smash dab in her already woozy head. Without any protection, it knocked her out. The senshi collapsed onto the floor in front of the door that, blocking it from being opened. After several minutes, of the staff trying to break open the door, they finally succeeded. What they found was a mess of a room with polish all over the place, Julianna slumped over in a chair and Morgan, not Sailor Circe, out cold on the floor by the door.
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