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 Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 6:24 pm
Naica was actually patrolling, for once in his life.
With pretty much everyone else he knew in the surrounding, taking care of the civilians, he felt the need to - if he wasn't in space, then he needed to watch Destiny City. Right ?
Where had this overwhelming urge to be a good hero come out, anyway ? Sigh. He would much rather be home, doing homework, honestly.
Thankfully he'd gotten an easy enough youma - might have fled someone else, perhaps ? - that was easily put down even for him - a good solid crystal wacks had gotten the injuried creature out of it's misery, and now he was going to power down post-haste, having done his good deed of the day.
...Except, there was an odd feeling in the air...
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 6:43 pm
Too focused with the youma, the poor Knight had missed the newly made Captain watching from above. He'd felt he Kngiht and come to investigate only to see a youma being killed. He wasn't able to stop it, he couldn't make it to the ground fast enough, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be dealing with the youma's murderer. No, the Knight would learn to leave them alone.
Standing on the edge of the roof top he let himself lightly fall the two stories to the ground. His coat flapping in the wind as he fell to the ground, before it fluttered about him at his landing. "Not so fast, you don't get away with killing a youma and not pay the price." Maybe it was the upgrade but he felt more confident tonight as his words were spoken with something of a purr to them.
"Let us see if you can handle something a little more...challenging shall we?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 7:30 pm
Oh
s**t.
Oh s**t.
OH s**t.
Naica had never met a normal agent before - only the senshi MuCephei called corrupted - bad senshi, wrong senshi, apparently thankfully rare. He didn't really remember the first, the one who had drained him, more than from a flash of purple, but Mu had given him some information if only so he knew to avoid his once-drainer. And Lyra... Well, he remembered Lyra a little too well.
This man also felt wrong. A different kind of wrong, but wrong all the same. Naica tensed, visibly looking for an escape route - and ready to bolt toward it as soon as he saw it.
"W-What about the people the youma harmed ?" He said, golden eyes narrow. Look brave and intimidating, right ? "T-They don't mean anything to you ?"
Too bad Naica was a writer, not an actor - he looked just as every bit as terrified as he really was.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 8:16 pm
"Oh, no, the people matter but the youma were once people. I hold them in high regard and dislike seeing them killed." He spoke, stepping closer to the Knight. He seemed scared, too scared to draw whatever weapon he had and fight.
This wasn't his first encounter with a Knight, his third actually. The second one had been different from this encounter but the first one was similar to this. Another scared Knight.
"Tell me...what is someone like you doing out, all alone?" He asked, perhaps he was too cocky or arrogant but this one seemed far too scared and incapable in his opinion. Should he summon his weapon? No, not yet, he'd summon it only if it was needed and he didn't think it would be needed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 4:12 pm
What Benitoite didn't know, or didn't notice, was that Naica did, in fact, have his weapon out. It was all too easy to think the crystal on his wrist was decoration, especially since it was stuck there. His battle stance - as much as one could call it so - had his non-crystal baring arm up to protect himself should the captain decide to strike.
Which seemed inevitable, really.
Youma were people ? He wasn't sure he believed that. The thing he'd just dusted didn't look human in the least - it had looked like some odd cross in between a hunting cat and a squid.
A D&D nerd would have called it as it was, but Naica totally missed the obvious.
"That's none of your business." That one was definite, absolute, and without any stuttering, Of course, he knew very well why he was alone - most of everyone he knew was up in the surrounding, tending to what needed to be tended.
Naica had stayed behind, scared as usual. He was starting to wish he had gone up today. At least there would be others to save his a** up in space.
But he didn't plan to say a damn thing.
He just needed to figure out where to run... He couldn't run toward his apartment, too incriminating.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 6:09 pm
Shifting his weight, so one hip jutted out, his pale eyes didn't leave the Knight's figure. Rather they seemed glued on the not so impressive figure, couldn't whoever was up there deciding on outfits give the other side better clothing at least? So few, from what he'd seen, had decent or proper clothing. Though this was better than those skirts most female senshi seemed cursed with, he didn't see how they could like such clothing...unless they were in to revealing a whole lot.
"I see...perhaps you were out looking to pick on, and kill, things that are weaker than you...." Tapping his fingers against his side lightly as he spoke, almost mocking but also coddling in a way.
"You know I can't let you go unpunished for that." No, he hadn't noticed the crystal. Why on Earth would he think that a weapon and not some added accessory? The Negaverse members may have some pretty small and pathetic weapons but at least it was obvious that was the weapon the agent had. It was why the crystal adornment was passed over completely.
"Arm yourself.." Because he wouldn't fight an unarmed, weak, opponent again. It was annoying and the guilt ate at him later when he lay in bed trying to sleep. He wouldn't permit himself any more nights like that, though it had only happened twice. It was twice too many.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 2:59 pm
That was hypocritical.
He was being judged for 'picking on someone weaker' - he certainly didn't see removing a monster who would harm people who had nothing to do with this whole fight picking on. But yet, wasn't this man - clearly younger than him, from the now close view - doing the same ?
"So far... all of those of you who a-attacked me... were stronger than me. The redhead p-probably could have snapped me in half... w-with one arm. What do you make of that, then ?"
Still, he could not bring himself to point out the direct hypocrisy, in fear of angering the other more than he already seemed to be. He still hoped to avoid a fight - maybe hoped to make the captain see reason, even if every instinct he had screamed at him to flee.
"I don't want to fight you. I will d-defend myself, but I do not want to fight you." Really, he did not want to - did not want to harm anyone. He just...
What was it that Naica Page really wanted, anyway ?
What was it that had him power up, in spite of the fear that left him shaking even now ?
He became very quickly aware that he wasn't even sure.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 5:26 pm
"Simple...I don't tell nor advise anyone else on how to conduct them self. Simple, right? We might fight the same fight, and perhaps I know some of them, but I don't dictate their morals and how they go out conducting themselves while fighting this war." He saw that he was picking on someone weaker but was blinded perhaps by his need to protect and stand up for the youma. If anything one could, if they didn't mind being beaten by a large paintbrush, say he should wear a shirt proclaiming 'Save the youma' and they would be right. It was just a certain amount of respect and honor for them and the past war, something had tugged at him when hearing abut what a youma was and it had stuck.
But also couldn't he be seen as defending another, the weaker, and defending another was just what senshi and knight's did when it came to civilians. But then the counter would be that the negaverse went after the weaker civilians, never mind the fact it was to gather energy in order to protect them in the long run.
"While you defend yourself I shall seek to punish you, for destroying that which was obviously weaker than yourself." And with that he did summon his weapon. The large brush materializing at his side, one gloved hand grasping the weapon as tightly as he could.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 3:10 pm
That didn't make him less of an hypocrite, in Naica's opinion, but still the words refused to come out - fear froze him.
Run.
It didn't seem to hit home. The captain summoned his weapon - thankfully not a giant blade or something natsy, but he figured one could end up skewered by that allright.
Just run, god damn !
His legs just refused to obey, though his other arm - the crystal-bearing one - came forward in an attempt to block what would be inevitable.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 4:05 pm
Yeah, he could likely run someone through with the pointed end of the brush. But he was thinking of using it in a similar fashion to a baseball bat.
With the length the brush gave him he didn't even need to move in close. Rather raised the brush up over his head and came down in a sweeping arched aimed to strike into the knight's side. This knight would learn to leave the youma alone, and maybe decide to exit this war and stop being involved.
Benitoite was determined to do what he felt was right, hypocritical of him or not he'd deal with that later.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 5:13 pm
The brush came flying, and Naica's first reflex was to block it with his arm. Baddddd idea - it whacked. Hard. Even through it hit the crystal.
Ow god damn...
Well, definitively too late now. Maybe if he managed to knock the captain back, he could run...
He should have done that a long time ago, damn it !
Naica moved in a way that betrayed little true battle experience - the punch he threw was clumsy, but at least shaped correctly, with his tumb out rather than in.
He had no idea where to punch, really. His mind just said punch, so he did it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 5:29 pm
Smiling as his brush smacked into the Page's arm he pressed down to apply pressure before the knight was moving and came at him with a punch.
Moving to side step it the blow connected with his shoulder. It wasn't all that hard, but at least the knight wouldn't be hurting his hand, as he turned to the side to face the knight's side. The brush came around in a swing aimed for the knight.
So this one could and would fight, well maybe they couldn't fight all too well. But they were willing to try. It was better than that other knight he'd tried to fight.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 5:50 pm
Well, calling Naica's failing 'fighting' was probably a broad term, and a true fighter would probably have been insulted by the comparison. It was more like the page flailing about, trying not to get hit, trying to work out the courage to try and hit the captain without hurting him, and just overall looking out for his window of escape.
The brush came again, and it was a jerky motion - all instinct, nervousness and no true knowledge, really - that made it so that Naica didn't eat a face-full of giant brush - it did contact his shoulder, hard enough that he was quite certain there would be a nasty bruise there. On his arm, too.
What could he do ?! Well, Naica's next attempt at not getting his a** kicked as to hit at the captain's leg in a sweeping motion - if he got the blonde down, then he would get an headstart at running.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
But hell if the page of cosmos knew what the hell he was doing. Youma didn't fight like this. Never like this.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 7:48 pm
Of course not! Those were youma, former people, he was a person and fully capable of fighting and in possession of some form of weapon. Though he was sure if you tried to tell a senshi his brush was a weapon many would laugh, hopefully a good smack from the brush would handle that issue.
Falling, his balance thrown off by the damn knight, the blond landed hard on his a** with a yelp and a growl as his eyes narrowed in on the knight. He was not happy, not at all. His brush had clattered to the ground, some foot or so away from the sprawled Captain. His coat was sure to be dirty not, as where his hands as he pushed himself up.
Sitting up slowly he wondered if he should tell the little Page to run, just for the sake or chasing the poor thing down and beating on him some more, make it worth his time. No, no he had a feeling the Page was going to bolt any moment, no need to tell him anything.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 1:00 pm
Yup, there was no need to add any motivation, really. Benitoite went down, knocked flat on his a**, and Naica proceeded to exit stage-left.
That is, he ran as far as a guy in awkward heeled boots could take off. Which apparently was pretty fast. He'd never been the best in P,E., definitively had never been any good in sprinting.
But fear was, perhaps, the most motivating factor of all. He needed to find some place safe to power down... Or, really, was it even a good idea ? He had no hope that he'd simply get to go, like this - fully expected the captain to give chase, and if he powered down when he was at the man's mercy.
Even if he didn't make the mental link... Well, Daniel was pretty much free energy.
For now, he was just following the streets - unwilling to go to the roofs when he wasn't so used to it - and decided to try to cut through the park.
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