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 Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 6:41 am
After his bungled battle with the Negaverse Lieutenant Pyrite (and that damned cat!) in the alley next to one of Destiny City's Starbux, Sailor Aegir had headed home - back to the Hilloworth dorm room that he shared with the gentle giant, Bjorn. He was wearing soft street clothes, but they still rubbed against the numerous scratches and bites inflicted upon him by said pissed off alley cat and he just could not wait to get back to his room to clean the cuts up.
Maybe a shower as well - and the scrapes on his back? Colin hoped that his roommate wouldn't mind helping him too much - cat scratches were notoriously bad for people and could get infected with all sorts of really nasty parasites. He really didn't want to end up with oozing sores on his back due to goddamned cat scratches! Ugh.
Colin slowly opened the main door to the dorms and slunk to his room, opening the door and crossing his fingers that the Swede was home too...
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 7:35 pm
A box had arrived from his mother, packed with magazines, a pack of batteries, a matchbook, stamps and a paper ledger, a pack of pens, and especially an assortment of vacuum sealed gourmet cake bites. There were labels identifying the ingredients and proposed flavor names for each, as well as a kind letter from his mother that requested little opinions of each of the flavours. Would Colin eat cake? He had eaten pancakes…those were made with milk and eggs. Cake was made with milk and eggs. He hoped that Colin would be willing to share in the bounty.
Either way it seemed like his mother hadn’t quite figured out if she wanted to open a real food place or something more whimsical. A sweet shop, like those cupcake cafés in magazines, would certainly be a new turn in her cooking adventures.
Thought must summon following action, because the door shifted, opened, and there was Colin. He was moving gingerly though. Björn shifted, standing up from sitting on the top surface of his desk where the opened box waited with its contents spilled out like a cave-kill.
“Colin? You are getting in late. Practice? Are you alright, you look like you’re mincing. Pulled muscle?”
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 9:29 pm
The sight of his roommate inspecting a 'normal mortal-sized' box was whimsical and kind of sweet; it was also tugging at the back of his mind because this was what he fought the Negaverse for: he fought so that others could have normal lives without worrying about getting mauled or maimed. Of course, poor Bjorn had already found himself tugged into the battle field, but that wasn't the point.
Colin shut the door behind him and gave the Swede a sheepish sort of smile before going to sit - gingerly - on his bed to pull of his sneakers. "Practice ended a little over an hour ago, I was patrolling." Socks next, then his hoodie; the first of his scratches would show on his bare arms, nasty animal scratches all red and angry looking against his skin. Some were deep enough to still be seeping blood, but most were scabbing over nicely. "I wish it were a pulled muscle. I got into a fight and ran the girl off...but I uh...well, let's just say the alley cat didn't appreciate my being there." God, saying that he was mauled by an alley cat was so embarassing! It sounded even stupider aloud than it had in his head.
"I was wondering if you could help me clean some of these scratches." He reached over his head and grabbed the back of his t-shirt, hauling it up and over his head before dropping it on the floor. "I'm not going to be able to get some of them..." Getting the ones on his arms wouldn't be hard, nor would the ones still hidden by his jeans...but the ones on his back from where the cat had finally launched itself away from him, shredding his upper back in the process? Yeah, he'd need help.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 10:44 pm
Patrolling? So he’d been out risking his skin as a soldier sushi. Senshi. Sailor…person. Even though Colin had assured him that he didn’t wear a booty skirt, the fact that he’d never actually seen Colin in his sushi uniform made Björn deeply suspicious that there must be something ridiculous involved. Maybe Colin wore heels? Who decided the uniforms anyway? Who was their monarch, their leader, that made them wear such ridiculous clothes to fight in?
“A girl? And a cat? Another sailor girl? Do you not all follow the same banner?” Björn hesitated before crossing, reconsidering where he had stashed his first aid kit. It was in his work out bag…from jogging with his cart the other day. A short stop rummaging his nightstand and then he crossed to sit on Colin’s bed behind him, opening the bag for ease of access. “Of course I’ll help. They look angry.”
The kit came with alcohol swabs, tape, band-aids, regular gauze and some packets of triple antibiotic ointment that opened like ketchup from a fast food restaurant. Swabs first ? Yes, swabs first. Clean the cuts, then goop, then bandage. “The alcohol will sting. “
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 10:59 pm
"Ah, no. The uh...girl was from the other side. The side that makes those monsters...like the one that attacked you." He twitched a little bit; god, how ridiculous was he to think that he could actually help someone else when he couldnt' even beat one lowly Negaverser? When his aim was so bad that instead of roping his target he ended up tripping and roping an angry cat? "She ran off and I was chasing her...I tripped and instead of catching her, I caught an alley cat. It wasn't happy."
While Bjorn was fetching his first aid kit, Colin slipped out of his jeans, wincing a little as the material pulled open several of the clotting scratches. The blond dug a pair of cotton shorts from his dresser and pulled them on over his skivvies; boxers were great but dancing in them was just stupid - he wore tightie-whities when he was going to be at the studio.
"Not as much as my pride." He gave his roommate a wry smile; hissing only a little at the bite of the alcohol. Funny how things that were meant to help a wound tended to burn like a b*****d, wasn't it? The medical field must have been made up by a bunch of sadists.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 11:13 pm
They –made- those things? It brought to mind images of a dour factory churning out shadowy black lumps that assembly workers had to mold like potters, then send on down the line to be packaged in plastic like Twinkies. Dated with expirations and all - best before xx/xx/xxxx, product freshness and ability to attack people diminishes.
“A dancer tripped?” It seemed a little odd of a thought. Weren’t dancers supposed to be the most agile people around on their feet? Well….maybe famous cirque acrobats were better, but still. “So…you have a lasso? For a weapon? Maybe we need to make you practice, like when I practice caber. A girl is a bigger target than a cat. “
Many of the strength sports used to be training for weapons. He wasn’t sure which, if any, would help out Colin though. He was sounding so dour though. Colin had been trying hard, he didn’t doubt it. No one intended to ******** up in a fight. “I’m sorry, it isn’t my place to correct your technique.”
It was earnest apology, while he tore open packets and dabbed along the dozens of red lines. “I think the cat made you a road atlas.”
“Maybe you throw the cat at your opponent next time if you catch one, instead of trying to untangle it.”
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 12:00 am
Too bad Colin wasn't a mind-reader, because Bjorn's mental image would have sent him rolling with laughter - talk about removing the scarier aspects of Negaverse youma.
"Yeah...I - she threw her weapon at me and I tripped on it and then the cat." Yeah, he knew what his friend was thinking: dancer's were supposed to be agile on their feet and he had just kind of kicked all over that idea. Oh well. "Something like that, it's kind of hard to explain unless you see it." But Bjorn had something, with his practice idea. "Maybe practice isn't such a bad idea. I got beat up by a cat."
He snickered a bit at the cat-attack suggestion from Bjorn, "You know...that alley cat probably would make a great weapon." Bjorn looked so concerned, Colin couldn't help smiling despite all the criss-crossing claw marks full of pain. So many little red lines...definitely road atlas material.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 12:23 am
“Were there any of those things ? This is all cat?” He had moved around to the front, still dabbing along thigh-lines as she shifted to kneel on the floor in front of the other boy. It sounded like a very short battle, unless Colin was hiding something.
“What ….do you wear to battle? Cat claws don’t get through thick jeans well unless it is a large tom?”
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 12:44 am
"This is all from the cat, I'm sorry to say." Well, he might have a bruise or two on his legs from knocking into the Lieutenant's weapon...but that was about it. What a pitiful battle that was, his first! But, it could have been worse - technically, Sailor Aegir had won - sent the Negaverser fleeing for her very life.
What did he wear? Bjorn was asking him and he did wonder just how to explain the brevity of his 'uniform'. "I think it'd be easiest to show you..." Colin motioned for his roommate to step back so that he could get up and transform. Yes, a transformation in all it's terribly dorky splendor: and after a swirl of magic and gayness, Sailor Aegir stood before Bjorn; a twist of a smile tugging at his mouth.
"What do you think?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 1:48 am
He’d been rather overwhelmed at the initial reveal, back not too long ago, but he’d been purposefully pushing for this in so few comments. To finally see Colin as a soldier.
He hadn’t been expecting a thirty second dance routine with sudden flashing light, ribbons appearing out of nowhere, Colin’s skin turning into a disco-ball and then the …end result? Did all the sailor sushi do that? Had that walkure done it? Björn’s thick brows met over his nose, uncertain if he should be alarmed, impressed, or just as confused as he already felt. He didn’t feel impressed, whatever else was in there. It was a lot like the girl….the booty skirt and heels had been absolutely distracting.
Was that a unitard? A cream unitard? Colin really wore a cream unitard to battle ? But there were no holes in it to show battle damage? Of course, it had just come out of nowhere and ribboned on him in nose-bleed ways as though he’d been naked seconds before. Where were the boxers he’d just been wearing.
Björn completely lost his inner monologue, “There’s no bunching or panty lines? Where did your shorts go? They’re not stuffed in, plainly….barely enough room in there for you. No claw rips. You look like you are for swan lake…not a battlefield with a valravn…”
A choker, a skirt….wrap…thing…a circlet…the oddest opera gloves he’d ever seen. Why were there fingers missing on them? What was with the trim? “You wear this to battle? Colin….it cannot be safe…I mean…you’re…”
Obviously not even wearing a cup. Even football guys managed that forethought. The blood of every Scandinavian heritage given to him was tearing at proverbial beards and hair. Was Colin planning on having a dance off?
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 2:16 am
Bjorn's reaction...was pretty much the same sort of reaction he himself had gone through the first time he had transformed using the wand-pen-stick thing that Derpraline had given to him. He had changed into Sailor Aegir and then looked down at his body (much colder suddenly) and been appropriately dismayed. Truthfully, he'd worn less when doing dance recitals and performances...but the unitard and sheer wrap about his waist were absolutely not what he would have chosen to wear into battle.
"It's magic. There's not anything under...obviously." Colin-Aegir fidgeted in his laced-up ballet-style slippers; he knew it was ridiculous. "It's not what I would have chosen to wear...but we don't really get to choose. I've never met another, but I think that's how it goes..." The longer his roommate stared at him as though he were some strange bug pinned under glass, the more flustered and ridiculous he felt.
He crossed his glove-covered arms over his chest and sat back down on the bed, cheeks pinking, "I've worn less, for performances so I'm not really bothered by that, but it's really not the best thing for fighting evil or whatever...I can't change it though, so I guess I'm stuck." Colin started worrying his lip, wondering if he maybe broke his friend's brain with his transformation and skimpy, girly 'battle' costume - it didn't matter that the Swede had been pressing to see it, wanting to know...obviously it had been very shocking. "Um, so I'll just change back..." With a trailing mumble Colin powered down, the crazy costume trading back into his bare torso and shorts; he leaned over to grab the tshirt he'd been wearing before and pulled it on quickly, "Thanks for helping with the scratches..."
Talk about awkwaaard~
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 2:54 am
‘It’s magic’
He thought he hated those two words chained together. There might not be any other explanation, but it was still a sorry one. Whatever power Colin served owed Colin, more than himself, a better explanation. It wasn’t like Björn could find Bilröst, cross it, and punch Odin in the face for leaving that as the good word for the answer.
“Can you put stuff over it? I mean…there are companies that make armor. Like at renaissance festivals. The jousting may be scripted, but the armor takes the hits real. “
He didn’t even want to go into the ballet slippers for shoes. At least they weren’t the sort with wood in them? Well….maybe that would be more useful? At least wood was hard. But he was making Colin uncomfortable. He’d put that shirt on really fast. “Colin…I’m sorry. If you didn’t choose it, Bot er betre enn berr bak.*”
It had to be true, right? It was magical, so it had to provide some sort of benefit. Had to be better in a fight than just a pair of jeans and a t shirt? Maybe it was woven from sacred flax and would guard against enemy magic or scrying…. or something. He didn’t know.
“You have not met any others at all? Well…you’ve met an enemy, plainly. At least that much can be learned from. Maybe sometime I can throw things for you and you could try to catch them with your magic? You must have practice, and if there are no others to turn to better, than I can try to serve.”
( * Patchwork is better than bare buttocks. )
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 3:17 am
Derpraline should have told him more; generally the Guardian cats told the Senshi the things they needed to know...not that Colin would have known that either. This was one reason he really wanted to find another senshi to talk to - there was just so much about this whole senshi business that he had no idea about, but should.
"You know, I've thought about doing that...I could, especially if I'm doing patrol, 'cause I could get ready ahead of time...but if I got reliant on wearing armor or something and then I get in a fight where I don't have time to 'suit up'...I don't know, maybe it would make it harder." He shrugged a little bit, but was telling himself that obviously Bjorn wanted to help him, not poke fun.
The Swedish sounded unfamiliar to his ears, truly an alien language, but he liked it. Not unpleasant at all, just not the English that he was used to. "No, I haven't. I really want to though...there's a lot about this senshi business that I should know but don't." An offer of aid from his roommate brought a slow-blooming smile to Colin's face. "Having you help would be fantastic. You really wouldn't mind?"
Bjorn better be careful, if he was much nicer, he would end up with Colin's arms around his throat - attack hug of gratitude!
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 3:44 am
Well, this was going better than ‘senshi seem to protect the rest of us’ that really meant ‘no you can’t do squat’. Björn wasn’t about to approach that discrepancy, though. If Colin was out their flash-dancing valravns and dark knights into submission, maybe a strongman like him didn’t have such abysmal odds in a fight after all, magic or no. He probably shouldn’t be out challenging the sorcerers that made the damn things, but as long as the lower filth didn’t get the drop on him again…maybe he’d have a fighting chance. It was food for thought, later.
Outside of youthful bravado, just helping the real soldier with some target practice was priority one. “So…you can’t breathe fire like a wurm?”
Cause if he couldn’t do that, Colin needed something, anything, that would save him from getting torn apart by shadow beasts from the nether realms. “Can you search for other….sailors? Like that one that saved me? Have you tried? You said they patrol…so there must be regular routes? “
Focusing on just that would sound like a cop-out, so he continued. “ I will gladly help you, Colin, any way that I can. If it’s buying a box of melons to toss for you, so be it. It can be like a fruit picnic in the woods. “
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 4:02 am
"Nope, but that would be really cool, wouldn't it?" He chuckled a little bit, warming back up now that they weren't talking about his godawful skimpy senshi costume. "I am. Well, I'm trying to...I'd love to meet the one that saved you...but I'm trying to figure out what places they patrol and when so that I can go out at the same time and meet them."
How funny. Bashing fruit in the woods...sort of like Gallagher, but without the massive sledgehammer and crowd full of people paying to have a creepy looking man beat various fruits with said sledgehammer until they sprayed all over their clothing.
"Bjorn, you're the best!" Oh yeah, there he went. Colin launching himself at the Swede to throw his arms around the bigger boy's neck in thanks, only this time he was also going to give him a kiss. It just felt natural, like it was the thing to do; Colin hadn't even thought about it, just gone in for the hug and found himself pressing his mouth to Bjorn's (that goatee tickled, by the way).
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