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 Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 11:14 am
It was early into the school year, and Michael was already preparing for the science fair that many in Azure Valley would participate in. And it was his job to make sure that they were prepared enough to come up with ideas on their own for the competitions. He thought a good way to get his students ready would be to give them different assignments and they could all work on it together.
He knew he was probably getting in over his head, teaching things like engineering to high school students, but everyone had to start somewhere, right? And he'd gotten the okay by the school to focus on the subject. Now he just had to make sure he had everything for his class.
Michael pulled his motorcycle to a stop outside what seemed to be a local garage. It had been a while since he'd actually explored the city, and during his years in the Navy, things seemed to have changed quite a bit, and not just talking about how there were suddenly monsters and girls in short skirts running around, protecting people. He set the bike up out of the way of any car needing to be parked and turned it off.
If one of his students saw him now, he doubted they would recognize him. His wardrobes for school and after school were completely different. Instead of professional looking khakis and a button up shirt, he wore jeans, boots, and a leather jacket over a regular teeshirt. Then again, he couldn't exactly ride around while wearing boat shoes. The traction would be horrible.
The helmet came off once he was off the bike and he made his way to the door of the shop. He didn't have anything wrong with his bike, but rather was looking to see if they had any parts on sale. He was going to try and teach his students the basics of an engine and how it worked. He'd already done the magnetic screw against a battery example, having used a copper wire to complete the circuit... now was just a matter of moving up to bigger and better things.
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 3:56 pm
This was a sad day. A terrible one even. Today Venice was morning the loss of her baby. The poor girl had never stood a chance and right now, here in the cold dark room her heart was breaking. "A-are you sure there's nothing you can do? At all? I-I mean...she so young! Barely eight years old..I j-ust dont understand..."
The gruff mechanic looked at her sideways his cap pulled low to hide his expression of confused bewilderment as he watched this seemingly normal adult almost break down with tears. He had seen some strange ones in his time, had heard some things, but this...well this was worrying.
"Err, am sorry love. Being ere' twenty two years and I know when I's see rust, and that there vehicle has a belly full. Their ain't nothing you can do now but trim the meat and see what ye can save. I'll err...I'll leave you two alone, I'll be in ma office if you need me ok?" The man didnt stick around for an answer giving one more questioning look before shuffling off to the closed room towards the back. There would only be trouble if he stuck around with that one for too long. And he was right after all. Venice was wafting her face without shame with both hands as she tried to stem the tears from falling, making a right spectacle of herself as she looked on at her 7 year old Quad bike Betty.
Hardly state of the art, seen better days and all that but it was her longest ever quad bike and it had survived through all those drunken midnight rides, the countless attempts of making it steam powered or attaching rocket-fuled jet packs into it....jeeze even the cup holder didn't survive long! But to see her baby like this, well, she deserved better.
"Oh-h Bet-tty...why did you have to go and get rust?" She uttered while stroking the bonnet the single thought of "you left her outside for nearly six months" filtering through her mind as she caressed the wing mirrors, it was better if no one knew about that part of course. She was in half a mood to start hugging the seat when she heard the purr of a motorbike pull up outside, her mood shifting to curiosity as she looked up and watched the tall brown haired man step through, a playful smile appearing on her lips. Cute guys always made her feel better.
"Wow, nice sounding bike, what type do you have there then?" She motioned to door, the machine out of view from where she stood. No need for introductions just yet, bikes were so much more important.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 12:20 pm
He barely had time to glance around the place when there was a voice that drew his attention. "You're not from around here," he observed, smiling his brightest at the sight of a lovely young woman. Or if she was around there, the accent must not have changed any. Not that there was anything wrong with, that. Foreign girls intrigued him, and since he'd traveled a fair portion of the world, he had a better idea about them than most. Or at least that was his assumption.
"Suzuki GZ205," he replied glancing over his shoulder to the bike parked outside, before he adjusted the helmet, tucking it under his arm as he reached out a hand to offer to her in greeting. "Not really a racing bike, but it gets from one place to another." It suited him well, though. It was like a cross between a Harley and a racing bike in appearance. It was easy to maneuver and good for long rides, if he ever had a chance to get out of the city now that he was there. He preferred boats to anything with wheels, but a bike was the first thing he got once he'd settled into his apartment.
"Michael Gallo," he introduced with what he meant to be a charming wink, before glancing over at the Quad bike she seemed to be in the garage for. "Is that yours?" he wondered, looking it over. Women who were into bikes always got an A+ in his book, but he might be a bit biased about it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 12:47 pm
A low whistle of approval escaped her lips as she nodded at his answer. "A suzuki huh? Nice, never had one myself but I've heard nothing but good things" She noted as she made a half attempt to look around him as if she could see the bike there. She took his hand smiling deeply giving it a shake a touch or two harder than what a 'proper lady' would give. But then again Venice was no proper lady.
"Venice Malloroyx and your right, am not from around here. England actually, York the west country and all that. I am one of those fancy exchange students, without the fancy part. Studying at Soverign Hights, or well, I will be in the new term at least." It was like someone had forgotten to hit the 'off' button on the back of her head as she spoke without breaths to the stranger, her mind subconsciously trying to forget while she was here but his questions brining her back down to earth with a bump.
"Yes she is...well was." She said softly as she turned back around. If Michael was looking hard enough it was possible to see her heart break as she touched the headlights with a hand, the broken shards of glass she was meant to replace last year crusted over with dirt. "Rust has got her, or at least the old sasquatch in the back states she has." She flicked her head up at the office door, a small grumble emanating from her throat as she convinced herself she knew better.
"Nothing for her except scraps apparently, I dont even known what to do! I mean look at her! She is a thing of beauty!" It was difficult to see if the teacher would agree with her on this.
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It hadn't taken long for the youma to works it way into the pores of the old man. The mechanic hadn't even stood a chance as the oil he slipped on upon entering his office swiftly concealed his yelp with a mouthful of tar and smoke. His lungs and stomach filling till they were fit to burst and then suddenly shuddered to a stop. The monster withdrew, the white eyes of the man staring blankly at the ceiling as if caught in unsettling surprise. His energy wasn't what the youma would have called worth while, old and feeble it would do nothing but fatten the edges of chaos, but it was a start, especially since it could feel others so close, so nearby.
It pulled itself swiftly onto the walls, the slick oil seeping into the cracks and the electrics making them fizz and burst with shock, its back riling up into jagged bones as it gathered size trying to gain a lock on the energy that called out to it. The currents of power greater than which it had just absorbed was beckoning it towards the main area, it needed to get at them, feed of them. There was something wonderful to be had just beyond these walls.
and ever so slowly it started to drip through the crack in the door...
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 10:39 pm
He had no problem with her handshake, used to strong women from his time in the navy. The women he'd worked with there were definitely not delicate flowers, and it was good to see there were other women who were strong and confident out there.
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Malloroyx," he said with another grin, looking at her with interest when he confirmed her foreign background, despite how obvious it had been. "Sovereign Heights is a good school. I didn't go there myself, but I had friends who did. I'm actually over at Azure Valley now. One of the all boys high schools," he explained, and then added, "As a teacher." He was clearly too old to be a high school student. He wouldn't even be able to try and pull that off.
His attention was then turned to the bike, and took a step towards it to look it over. "How rusted...?" he wondered out loud, not touching it, but definitely taking a close look at it, even bending down a bit to check out the engine. "She is a nice bike," he agreed, standing back up once he'd circled at least half way around it. "If you're just going to scrap it... could I have it? I can pay you for it, even." Michael paused, wondering if he should explain and continued.
"I want to try and fix her, I mean... Well, not just me, but my class. Kind of like a year long project, depending on how bad she is... What, did you leave her out in the rain for months??" he half joked, wincing at the state the bike seemed to be in. It was worth more than just scraps, though... and even if he couldn't get it running again, he could at least take it apart and show his class the inside and quiz them on the parts and such.
Michael opened his mouth to say something else, but stopped when he heard cracks and pops, looking up and around to try and see what bulb just blew or if it was his imagination. No, it was definitely some kind of electrical short. "You hear that...?" What the heck was making it bust like that?
Fffff, it's beautiful! <33
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 10:19 am
She peered over her shoulder coyly as she watched the teacher study her quad bike with interest. She liked a man who knew what he was talking about and a teacher as well? Why, she could a feel a swoon coming on.
"Teacher? I assume with the fact that you want my babys heart to dissect means your a English teacher? Haha, I joke. Engineer then? Nice. I've done a bit in my time but I can hardly call myself educational worthy. Although I do like a man with a pocket protector." She added grinning as she lightly mocked his profession. Not saying he was a nerd or anything mean like that! She was mechanic of a certain standard but not one that could save a vehicle of this disrepair but maybe a whole team of budding mechanics could? She cringed at the joke he made about the rain, almost thinking he could read minds as a tinge of red hit her cheeks.
"NOoo, nothing of the sort! I mean...well yes...yes and no. Mainly yes. But you see, England has such bad weather and shipping her over here was the worst idea I could have had. The time in confinement just allowed the rust to rip right through her, totally not my fault...Hmmm maybe I should sue the storage company..." she pondered and then shook her head in rejection to her own thoughts. Cute guy Venice, concentrate!
"Well the guy said its all under here - " She stated kneeling down slightly and pointing to the underneath of the bike, a sly patching of rust dotted about on the paintwork the lower down the body you went. "I mean the engine is in good nick, internal wiring and that have no problems. But she has dud wheels now, suspension is totally gone. You will have some trouble getting her to purr again but...well maybe I can think of something to trade her for...maybe, I dunno, dinner sometime maybe?" Venice whispered, smiling deeply as she arched an eyebrow in a playful jest. She was known to be extremely forward with anyone but even she was struck with how suddenly shy she asked him. If she had it her way she would have already jumped his bones. She was going to continue when he mentioned the noise, she hadn't heard anything herself but then again blood was rushing to her ears but now...now she defiantly could.
"What...what is that?" She pulled herself back up and looked in the direction that Michael viewed. There was something going on and the horrible thought of the garage owner being in the very room they both stared at hit Venice hard.
"Um...Mister...hey, Mister...are you ok in there?" She walked past Michael, her confidence making her stupid and bold. How could it be anything other than coffee being spilt on a plug socket? She reached the door and pushed out a hand to open it with, the sound of fizzing electricity louder and more demanding here. "Mister...are you in there? Are you ok, hellllloooo...oh, ewww....there's...there's oil on the door!? s**t! Its all over the floor, oh god thats ********- SHI-AAIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!!!!" She couldn't react fast enough to the cold slime that wrapped its way round her ankle until she was seeing an upside down Michael, thank god she wasn't wearing a skirt.
The youma pushed the rest of itself from the cracks lading with an undignified dump of its membrane on the concrete floor, its body shaking ceremoniously as it hung Venice by her foot, her whole body slowly becoming consumed by the oil that dripped onto her no matter how hard she wiggled.
"UHHH! ********!! ********!! MICHAEL! RUN!! UHH *cough cough* FUC-*cough* RUNN-n!"
*ITS OUR SECRET LOVE CHILD *0* !!!! <3
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 3:19 pm
Michael grinned in amusement as he listened to her go on about her bike and joking about his teaching job. Hey, he knew he could have done quite a number of things, but after all the action and traveling he'd done in his life already, he was ready to just sit back and do something he enjoyed. Maybe he would go back to school and get his Masters at some point.
His smile widened when she asked him out to dinner, and he would have responded with a positive answer had the trouble in the back not started.
"You're ******** kidding me," he mumbled to himself, his expression suddenly serious as a youma appeared and grabbed Venice. Hopefully she hadn't hit her head on the ground when it picked her up, because he wasn't all that thrilled with the idea of a concussion.
She told him to run, and he did... towards her... which was probably not her intention at all, but he wasn't about to let some kind of slime and oil monster eat or drown the girl he's supposed to be going to dinner with at some point. Hell, he didn't even need to go to dinner with her to want to get her out. He grabbed onto the knob of the door as he plunged his arm into the creature, grabbing hold of Venice's wrist with his free hand and pulling with all his might to get her freed.
"Let her go, you b*****d, before I light you on fire," he said in something of a snarl. The youma, though, seemed to have other plans and Michael didn't even realize that it had slid its nasty oily body under his feet until he slipped as well. Had he not been holding onto the doorknob, though, he probably would have busted his a**. How embarrassing. If anything, he hoped that the sudden pull was enough to get Venice out of the blob to at least be able to breathe.
This wasn't really what he'd planned when he left the house this morning...
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 11:17 am
Venice felt the youma release its grip before Michael had even reached them, it was almost like he was a more delectable treasure than her and Venice...well Venice hadn't been that tasty after all. Her head escaped the oil encasing as she watched Michael catch himself by the door, the monster reaching out to him instead as she became less and less covered by the oil. This couldn't be good though. Her foot was still caught in a tentacle of slime as she felt her swing, forward and back and forward. OH s**t. It was going to throw her.
"Aaaiii! Michael! Don't, its going - FUUU-AIIIEEEEE!!" The sentence was left hanging, unlike Venice who was whipped across the room, her quad bike sailing underneath her as she ;anded onto the far wall with a sickening thud. Her body jerking with the impact and then going very still as she slid down and onto the floor, her form hidden from the vantage point off where Michael now stood.
***
The youma could sense power. more power than it had ever come across. Nothing he had ever tasted from the others it had absorbed tasted like this. This was almost electrifying as it grabbed out with a sticky paw, the male in front of him trying his best to remain upright. It was pure and bubbling under the surface of his flesh, like a pan of boiling water it was building.
The girl had been discarded, she would do as a snack, she was far more worthy than the humans he had already consumed but the human before him. He deserved the youmas undivided attention. With shudder of its gelatin body long thick tentacles of oil shot out from its body, wrapping around his wrists and legs, pulling them apart, trying to lift him from the slippery ground and into the air where it could start to suck the life energy from him. It almost squealed with anticipation.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 2:00 pm
Michael watched in horror as the girl was thrown clear across the room, but he didn't have any chance in trying to help her, as the monster was now pulling him inside, instead. "s**t," he hissed again, now struggling to pull himself free as the oil and grime quickly consumed him. This was nothing like the other youma he'd helped fight. And that's what it was. A youma... There was nothing else it could be.
His knowledge of what it was didn't help him in the least, and soon he felt his hand slipping from the door he was holding onto as the tentacles wrapped around him and drew him inside. There was no one there to help him, and he wouldn't want Venice to risk her life for him if she did manage to get back up. He didn't know how she was doing. She could have broken her skull open for all he knew. She could already be dead. All he had left was trying to hold his breath as long as he could while the youma zapped him of his energy.
It was going to be a sucky death, at this rate. Unable to breathe, his lungs already burning, unable to grab onto anything for leverage. He couldn't hear anything as the sludge pressed against his ears, his eyes shut against the probably harmful substances. And although he had no way of escaping that he could think of, he couldn't just give up.
Suddenly there was a light, as if the monster had eaten a flashlight as well. He was tempted to open his eyes, but kept them closed, not wanting to be blind should he manage to escape. Instead, he reached out through the sludge, trying to grab for the source, hoping that he could at least use it as a makeshift weapon. But once his fingers found the source and closed around it, he felt some kind of energy surge through him and he heard the monster let out a high pitched shriek and all but push him out of its body, as if it had been electrocuted.
Michael gasped, finally able to breathe as he was thrown back across the floor, crashing into a tool cabinet. He felt different somehow... stronger, even though he'd felt the energy being pulled from him. Remembering the flashlight he'd grabbed, he looked down at his hand, only he wasn't holding onto a flashlight at all. It was a strange glass tube held inside a metal case. But that wasn't the only thing different about him... he was no longer in his bike clothes, but had on strange furry boots and a long sleeved tunic.
He wasn't Michael at all, was he? But who...? No... he knew who he was. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 8:25 am
The monster recoiled in horror as the energy sapped through him like a knife, its whole body shuddering in pain and confusion as its delectable morsel was expelled from its form. No it wanted that! Needed it! The power was nothing it had ever, ever felt. The long tentacles withered in turmoil as it shrunk upon itself, the pain, the pain. It was too much yet...it couldn't stop. The thing was way over its head, it almost knew what was coming but couldn't stop, that power, that gorgeous power that was now poring from the human like a fountain was too tempting, too irresistible to retreat and count its blessings. It wanted that power, it was going to consume it, lavish it. Chaos demanded it. It would have it. With a pulse of power it stretched out once again, screaming now, shrieking in pain and anger as it pushed itself to grab the now changed mortal. If it wasn't crazy before it was now insane times a million as it huge wobbling body grew upwards and outwards, the sharp thrusts of new oil ropes shooting out of its gelatin form to once again try and take the boy. That power, it must have it, it was demanded, it was needed, and it was going to happen.
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Venice lay face down on the grimy, filth ridden floor, if she survived this...and if the garage owner survived it, she was seriously going to tell him to tidy up more. This was just gross, especially with the massive cut now leaking the red stuff over the back of her head. She was due a very nasty infection. But not as nasty as the ever expanding mud puddle that was the youma. "s**t...Michael" How could she have been so stupid, she should have sensed it earlier, should have made him leave before it was too late. "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid" and now the cute guy was going to die! Why did the hansom ones always have to die...when there was a possible outcome of getting some action in it for her!! If she ever met Chaos she was going to slap it in the chops. It owed her one lay. Chaos was truly evil. Her head was swimming but it only took a moment to pull the henshin pen out and into her palm, the words were choked out as she hoped she wasn't too late. That a** of his, it had to survive. "Atë P-power ...M-make-up!" The transformation quickly took hold as she pushed herself off the ground. The car and other machinery shielding the youma and the newly powered Michael from view...not that she knew it was Michael of course.
"Hold it right that fugly! In the name of the asteroid Atë, am going to stick my carbon footprint right up your a**! For the...the...huh? Who the hell are you? Get out of here!!" Her eyes scanned the now post glowing Page in front of her. Where the hell had he come from! What was he wearing? And where was Michael, what had happe- ....oh...this couldn’t possibly be what she thought it was.
"You....Jupiter...Ugg boots? I...I don't know...what to say!? But uhhh, we'll deal with this in a minute! Right now its time to say goodnight slime ball!" The bleed on her head was still very much there and if she was the type of person to actually think about things she would realize she was in no position to start fighting...or do what she did next at least.
"Toxic Junk Blast!!!" The level of pollution she picked up from this place was huge! The oil, car fumes, last week’s rubbish bins still sitting there. The Sailor scout had never seen such a mass before her. She was grinning though, long and sly as she eyed the Youma was a winning look. This was going to knock its head off....if it had a head that is. The throw was perfect, hard enough for it to gain distance but short enough that it didn’t break up before it landed its punch. The force knocked the beast back into the door it had emerged from, the wall shaking from the impact as long cracks appeared either side of the monster, the pollution ball still lodged into its chest as it tried to pull it out with its tentacles. And then it stopped.
Stopping pulling and started...pushing. It was pushing the lump of slime into its chest with greed unmatched. It was consuming the pollution, it was melting it down, it was becoming part of it, and it was...it was helping it grow.
"Ohh hell no...."
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 2:10 pm
Michael stared up at the youma as it grew.
No, that wasn't his name... It was Sessrumnir. Whatever the hell that meant. But somehow he knew it was his name...
"You've got to be kidding me," he grumbled to himself, not knowing what to do at the moment, other than to get out of the way of the oil ropes as it shot towards him. And then he sensed the other energy and looked up as some sexy chick in a halter-top decided to show up and make a speech. He stared at her when she finally seemed to take notice of him, not sure what to say to her comment. Except he did look down at his feet.
"Oh, what the hell..." He was not going to be walking around in Ugg boots. That was just wrong... He didn't have much time to look at himself, but what he saw, well... it wasn't anything like the leather jacket, jeans, and boots he wore just a few moments ago. Instead it was some girly, long sleeved dress thing... Thankfully he was wearing pants under that, and then those hideous boots. This was just great...
"Look, I have no idea what I'm doing," he called over to her, stumbling out of the way of her attack as she seemed to collect all kinds of waste together. Oh, that was just lovely... He managed to get to her side as she threw it, and he watched in horror as the monster continued to grow... "And I have the feeling you have no idea, either," he added, glancing over to her warily. "Got any plans?? Maybe something that doesn't involve torching the place? Because that's all I've got right now." As long as they were able to get whoever was stuck inside out...
For the moment he let Ate, or whatever her name was, deal with the monster as he hurried over around the machinery to where Venice had been thrown. But, he found as he skidded to a stop on the other side of a car... she wasn't there! Sessrumnir spun around to see where Ate was wondering if... No, that wasn't possible, was it? Talk about convenient.
In the meantime, the page picked up a crowbar from where it was laying on the floor and hurried back to try and wield it against the monster. But how do you fight a blob of pollution??
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 7:31 am
Ate was more or less in a trance as she saw the monster consume her attack. Wow....that was new. She couldn't help but be a little impressed though, everyone thought her attack was gross but the sludge monster clearly seemed to love it...that wasn't going to stop the terrible painful death before them though. She watched though tense eyes as the Page return with the crowbar and shook her head slowly, that wasn't going to do anybody any good at all. But as a new fledging (he seemed just as confused as her!) of the order she really didnt want to give him bad news on his first day. Plus she had a very worrying feeling who was really behind all that glamour, even if she didnt want to admit it herself! Who else could it be? The fates unknown may have been smart enough to bring them disguises but were not quite there yet with explaining missing bodies. Unless the blob ate him of course and Ate really didnt want to think about that right now.
"Ha well I never thought about torching the place! Good call but its not gonna happen Ugg's! We have a possible one energy drained body behind the door and yes i love arson like the next person I doubt we can set that thing alight!....or can we...NO...no Ate, it will blow up....but..."
It was crazy but just as the monster was consuming the pollution the more Venice saw it like an extension of what she commanded. It was slime, it was sludge and oil and gross stuff. The Youma was pollution itself and just with her attacks there had to be weakness as well.
"Fire might not be the answer but water might! Ugg's go find a hose, a powerful one. This place has to have a water-jet machine somewhere! Find it and we will dilute the b*****d till he falls apart!! I'll keep him distracted but you go! Go, go, go!"
Without waiting for an answer the Sailor scout jumped onto a nearby car, its wires and connections falling like entrails as the sludge monster lashed out at her. It still wanted Sessrumnir, his energy was at its hight with the new transformation and was by far the better prize out of the two but in a weird sense it saw her move and expected another pollution balled treat. Anything to help it consume the power, it needed to be bigger, it needed to be strong. The stupid human could give that to it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 2:06 pm
Uggs?
Sessrumnir's eyebrows raised in curiosity, glancing down at his boots again in curiosity. He supposed if he ripped off the fur it would't be as bad, but now wasn't really the time to worry about that. Not when there was a giant monster of sludge and slime, and who knew what else, to kill.
Upon her suggestion of getting a hose, he lifted a hand to give her a small salute. "Sure thing, Legs," he called over to her, deciding to focus on those instead of being distracted by her, uh, other assets.
He lept back as Ate jumped forward to distract the monster, looking around for a hose of some kind to hit it with. Hey, it was his first large youma. The first ever he'd fought was a dog-like creature that was easy enough to kill.
Of course, there didn't seem to be any hoses around. Not ones that shot water, at least. It was a mechanic shop, not a car wash.
Although... that thought gave Sessrumnir an idea and he lept over one of the cars in order to pick up a small welding torch that was sitting on a work bench, the crowbar still in hand. Yeah, the whole thing might blow up if they lit the monster on fire, but he wasn't going to use it for that. Instead, he took some greasy cloth that had been used by one of the mechanics to wrap around the end of the bar, quickly tying it so it wouldn't fall off. The flame from the torch came to life easily, and since it was attached to an acetylene tank, he couldn't just bring it with him, so he lit the cloth in its place.
After that, all he had to do was jump up onto the roof of the car with his makeshift torch and hold it up to the sprinkler system. It wouldn't be as good as a hose, but... unless Ate had seen one laying around, it was the best they were going to get on such a short notice.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 9:22 am
The Sailor scout was too busy watching the flailing arms of the Youma to concentrate on Sussrumnir even if she was depending on him to pull through with the plan. She could even fight this monster! Ever time she aimed a well placed kick it would go straight though its gelatin like body like butter. If she was causing it any pain it wasn't letting on as she bonced along the car roof ducking and weaving when it shoot out an oily tentacle. Her face was becoming red with exhaustion as she ducked for what felt like the hundredth time. God she needed to stop smoking! From the conner of her eye she watched the Page grab the filthy cloths and proceed to SET FIRE TO IT.
"UGGS! We said no fire! NO FIRE!! The place is going to go up in smoke!" Her eyes followed him pleadingly as she watched his plan come together. Not that she had any idea what that plan was! the use of sprinkler system was not common place in Britons building plans opting to use fire extinguishers when ever possible so it didn't even occur to her to look up at the ceiling to piece together what he was doing. But her lack of concentration was all it took for the beast to get a hit in. A long arm covered in the hard pollution she had thrown moments ago had created a sledge hammer within the slime of its arms catching her in the back of her head where the open wound still wept with blood. That was all it took to drop the Senshi like a sack of spuds. She wasn't getting back up again, well, not any time soon at least.
The youma wasting no time started to suck her in once again, it was easy this time. No fighting, no resistance, just pure comatose acceptance of the humans fate. It preferred it when mortals just agreed with their demise.
It was all in Sessrumnir court now.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 5:55 pm
A fire extinguisher or even a sack of sand would have been better than spraying the monster down with water, in Sessrumnir's opinion, but with what little time they had to react, they could only do the best they could, right? Besides, this was only the second time he'd come across a monster. He had no idea how they would react to different substances, and it quite obviously liked Ate's magic as a snack.
It seemed to like her as a snack, as well...
"Hey!" he shouted at the giant blob, feeling rather dumb trying to get the monster's attention with just his voice. It only took a few more moments for the sprinklers to kick on, spraying water down on the garage below. He knew it wasn't going to be enough to destroy the thing completely, but it would at least help out.
Right now he had more important things to worry about, such as the creature eating the young woman alive. There were a good number of things to throw, laying around the shop, and after a quick scour over his options, the page lifted an old tire to lob at the youma. Just like Ate's kicks and punches, the tire went right through the youma's body, but it seemed to take a chunk of it out as well. Now that it was having things thrown through it, the monster finally looked up from concentrating on its dinner, letting out an angry screech as Sessrumnir took a hubcap to throw at its body, the water slowly starting to dilute the sludge.
Hands went to grab onto a long, thin hose to throw as well, but with a quick glance down at just what he was picking up, the page quickly went to work turning on the air compressor. Aimed at the monster, the high pressure of the air and the constant trickle of water blew sludge and pollution away from the senshi bit by bit. Worried that it would just start to reform itself, the page stepped closer to grab onto the girl's arm, spraying the monster with air from the hose in his other hand.
But apparently he didn't have to worry about it too much, because after it writhed and failed in attempts to use its oily tentacles to wrap around both him and the young woman, there was a pop and dust burst from where what was left of the youma was... oozing.
Sessrumnir let out a small breath of relief, but didn't celebrate just yet. Turning off the sprinklers was the next plan of action, and he grabbed a wrench to bring with him as he searched for the room where the pipes would be located. The building was old enough to have exposed pipes still, but decently up to code, so after opening a few likely closets, and the turn of a knob, the water stopped falling.
He was only good with tools and handyman things, though. Don't ask him to play an instrument or write a novel.
"Hey, are you awake?" he grimaced, stepping over the various object that now littered the garage floor, or had been swept around with the sudden rain shower. Sessrumnir knelt down by the girl , giving her a little shake, before looking around for where clean cloths would be hiding, grabbing some and setting them carefully under her head.
And either Venice had escaped, since he hadn't seen her in the shop, or...
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