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 Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 2:51 pm
Monday night patrol nights were becoming a bit more rare as the days and weeks went on, not because either of them no longer wished to pair up—though Ganymede was sure that if Val knew who he was, things would not be running so smoothly between them—but because they were just too damned busy. The Surrounding was beginning to take up more and more of their time that wasn’t spent elsewhere—at school in Chris’s case and at work and the dance studio in Paris’s—especially now that they were aware that members of the DMC had somehow managed to infiltrate. More and more of their patrols, on any given day of the week, were starting to occur up at the Surrounding and not here on Earth.
Which posed a lot of danger, Ganymede thought. All the Negaverse needed was for them to become distracted and negligent in their duties, and then their efforts would be even more difficult to thwart than before.
Fortunately this evening he and Val had sensed a youma on their way to the statue of Apollo at War and were close enough to make a quick side trip to cut it off before heading off-world for a few hours. It was as strange and disgusting looking as many of the others he’d seen. It stood on two legs and had a lizard-like appearance, with slimy skin that seemed to secrete some sort of mucus and made it difficult to grab hold of due to how slippery it was, and a jaw full of sharp teeth—some that were nearly an inch long—which drooled acidic saliva all over the place.
Ganymede was doing his best to try and remain upbeat and positive. With all the many things currently going on in his life, the last thing he needed was another bout of frustration, depression, and feelings of worthlessness akin to that which had plagued him after the youma incident at Virgo Outpost. He needed to be confident. He needed to gain some semblance of control and feel good about himself and the efforts he was making.
“‘We’re almost there. I’m feelin’ it bad and I can’t explain. My soul is bare. My hips are movin’ at a rapid pace~’…”
What had started off as simple humming and a beat in his head to try and get himself a little more pumped up eventually worked its way out of his mouth in the form of lyrics as he danced this way and that, grinning lightly to himself as the youma watched him with mixed hunger and confusion, taking a few swipes at him every once in a while but never making contact, as he always managed to pull himself out of the line of danger at the last minute. It was already growing frustrated, producing a series of gurgling growls that might have been intimidating if the eyes that bulged out of its head weren’t staring in two completely different directions, one constantly focused on him while the other zoomed around in search of his page companion.
“‘Baby, feel it burn. From the tip of my toes, runnin’ through my veins. And now’s your turn. Let me see what you got, don’t hesitate~’ You find anything to whack it with yet, Val?!”
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 10:20 pm
He wished they could just get rid of these youma by some other means than having to whack at them until they burst into dust. He wished he had some kind of magic to attack it, like the others did. It was because he was still inexperienced and not ready to move up in rank, and he knew it. For now though, he was doing his best to keep himself from getting frustrated and angry that there wasn't a damn thing laying around to hit the youma with. Even digging through dumpsters was proving inaffective. And now he smelled like dumpster... Wonderful.
"Not yet!" he called over to his patrol partner, giving up on the dumpster and scrounging around on the ground, instead. There was a rusted folding chair that he figured would be good enough to at least throw at the monster. He wasn't too sure how close he wanted to get to it, though.
"How about this?" he asked, holding up the chair, and making a face of disgust when the reptile-like creature turned to look his way with a growl, but Ganymede's singing and dancing seemed to keep it distracted for the most part. "How can you just... sing at a time like this?" he asked in exasperation. It wasn't in the hopes of making him stop. He'd been the one to tell him that he missed him singing... the same time he'd been kissed.
Valhalla chucked the folding chair to the side, his face turning red, and went back to looking for something better to use. "Don't get eaten, understand??" he shouted over to Ganymede, before grumbling about how he shouldn't be going around kissing friends. Sure, it was on the cheek... and neck... but really! Talk about embarrassing. Did he go around kissing everyone? He was the Senshi of Lust, after all.
"Found a golf club!" he said in relief, quickly making his way back to where the youma was trying to snap at Ganymede.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 10:41 pm
"Would you rather I be cowering in fear?" he wondered, jumping out of the way of another swipe of the youma's claws
Fighting monsters could at times be insanely tedious. It didn't help that neither he nor his patrol partner were spectacular at the whole fighting thing. Valhalla had the strength and Ganymede himself had the grace and agility, but both of them were too concerned about accidentally injuring themselves to get very physical with any of the various youma they happened across. He knew Val was very cautious with his hands and arms. Likewise, Ganymede did his best not to strain anything or cause any damage to his legs, especially now.
That left them with very few other options except to find random objects to beat them with, and in the event that there wasn't anything in the immediate vicinity... well, things got to be a little more of a hassle. He didn't particularly like magic, but it was times like these that Ganymede wished his was more of the offensive variety.
"Don't worry about me, Wonder Boy. I can take care of myself!" he called out in reassurance, dodging yet another claw with a graceful turn. The youma was left momentarily off balance, and Ganymede gingerly stuck out a foot to trip it up. "'All my people in the crowd, let me see you dance. C'mon, Gany, take it down, make this lizard dance. All my people 'round and 'round, party all night long. C'mon, Gany, lose control, watch you take it down~'..."
The youma made a sickening 'splat' against the ground, leaving a thin puddle of goop and mucus in its place as it struggled back to its feet, a patch Ganymede made an effort to avoid. It sent a gurgling roar in his direction, spewing saliva everywhere. A drop of it landed on the exposed part of Ganymede's arm and lightly singed the skin. He hissed at the sensation and shook his arm as if to shake the spittle off, and glared at the youma for daring to be so gross and disgusting.
"Golf club should work fine! Hurry and have at it! I'm already tired of staring at this thing's ugly mug."
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 10:55 pm
He shook his head lightly at Ganymede's singing, but he didn't comment on it. Yeah, he would rather the senshi sing than be cowering in fear. It wasn't as helpful, in any case.
"Ugh, that's disgusting," Valhalla grimaced, hesitating in hurrying over with the golf club since... ew... there was slime and goop everywhere. "You okay?" he called to Ganymede, shaking his head at how he could just... sing and dance. "You should meet my ex sometime. He likes to dance, too," he commented, before finally making his way over to where the youma was on the ground.
"Fore," he mumbled humorlessly as he stood to the side of the large body swung the golf club at the youma's head. Yeah, it didn't like that, and let out a roar in its rage. He didn't know how, but somehow the creature managed to reach out to the side enough to dig its claws into Valhalla's boot, but before he knew he, the page was falling backwards and being dragged towards it. Its large head turned as if trying to take a bite out of him, but Valhalla kicked it in the snout with his free foot, having dropped the golf club when he was grabbed.
"s**t," he growled, trying to ignore the fact that he was now covered in the goop that had been splashed onto the ground. This had to be one of the most disgusting youma he'd fought. "Do something!" he shouted at Ganymede, trying to use his arms to pull himself away from the lizard, but it had its claws suck in the leather.
Thankfully the leather was thick enough so he wasn't physically hurt... just his pride...
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 10:10 am
"So now your ex-girlfriend is your ex-boyfriend?" Ganymede asked, not sure why he was smiling except that the found it oddly hilarious that Val really had no idea. Sometimes he wondered if the page was ever suspicious about the strange similarities between his ex and the person he knew as Ganymede, but for now he was confident that his secret was still safe.
"And here I thought I didn't stand a chance with you," he joked. "Watch it, Val. You don't want to give me any ideas."
He made a face of disgust as the golf club against the youma's head made a disgusting squelching sound, and stood back enough to let the page get to work, only that didn't quite go as planned. Ganymede winced as his companion was taken down, and immediately rushed to his side to offer what help he could... Which wasn't much. He had no weapon on his own to use, and after kneeling down and grappling with the youma for a few moments to try and get it to release Valhalla's boot -- soaking his hands in slime and goop in the process -- he was forced to think of another plan.
"Okay, fine then. Tantalizing caress," he said. He watched as the youma's eyes went unfocused and, just as he'd intended, it loosened its hold on Valhalla. Ganymede drew to his feet quickly and moved to grab the golf club, swinging it into the youma's side. It squealed and hit the ground with another squelch, splattering goop all over Ganymede's otherwise pristine white boots.
"Just when you think they can't get more disgusting..."
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 10:28 pm
"My ex-girlfriend was a boy, so shut up and don't make fun of me, he was very convincing," Valhalla grumbled under his breath, not really wanting to get into that topic when he was being clawed at by a youma and getting icky goop all over him. "Ugh, what the hell is this s**t?!" he shouted, kicking out with his free foot to keep the youma's face at bay once more, splattering the slime all over his boot.
And then Ganymede used his magic, and suddenly... there was nothing to worry about... At least not when it came to youma and protecting the city and whatever...
"Where is that coming from...?" he mumbled to himself, glancing around with a glazed look in his eyes. He could smell something delicious... something that he wanted but it wasn't strong enough for him to tell where it was coming from. Something similar to the smell of his mother's cooking, her lasagna specifically.
It didn't even occur to him that he might have gotten a whiff of Ganymede's attack, at least not like the youma which was now hunting around for something other than the two of them.
Valhalla looked right past the youma and then past Ganymede as he slowly got to his feet and just... stood there... dumbfounded and staring off into space without an idea of what to do, other than the fact that he didn't know where the smell was coming from.
Damn, he should have had something more to eat for dinner that night...
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 10:40 pm
Ganymede was in the process of taking another swing with the golf club when he noticed Val didn't seem quite there at the moment. His eyes had gone suddenly glazed, his mouth slack, and his face had taken on a bit of a dumbfounded look, like he was thinking about something amazing but didn't know what it was coming from.
He cursed and barely managed to jump back to avoid more youma goop splatter.
"Val! Hey, Val!" he tried, but it didn't seem to be working. Quickly he approached him to get up in his face -- as best as he could when he was so much shorter -- lifting a hand to snap his fingers right in front of him. "Hey, look at me! Snap out of it! Crap, did you really get hit by that?!"
It had been a while since he'd seen the effect of one of his attacks on another human being -- he'd never used his newer one on anything more than a youma, but he didn't think Valhalla had gotten the full force of it. The youma tended to go in search of what they were looking for, if they didn't go rabid with lust for whatever it was they wanted, whereas Val seemed content to stand there and daydream.
Fantastic.
Another gurgling growl alerted him to the fact that the youma was on the move again. Ganymede turned and swung out hard with the golf club, but he was no pro golfer and this time he ended up missing entirely.
"Crap! s**t! Come on, you ugly thing, just die already!"
It swiped at him. He held the golf club up defensively but it grabbed onto it with its claws. Glaring, Ganymede struck with his already slime covered foot and kicked it in the side of the head. It let go and collapsed to the ground again, wriggling around in its own mess.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 1:38 pm
"Hmm?" Valhalla blinked, dazed but everything seemed to be slowly clearing up. Ganymede was calling at him to do something? He blinked again, his vision focusing on the youma that was flailing around in its own slime and Valhalla made a face.
"Ugh, gross," he mumbled again, languidly taking a few steps back, everything in his mind still a little fuzzy. "What the hell was that, Ganymede?" he asked, staring at the senshi now beating down the youma. It took him a few more moments to get more of his senses back, but once he did he was able to hurry over to the senshi and grabbed hold of the club the youma was trying to take from him, prying it free from both of them.
"Was that your magic??" he sputtered, not taking too much time to stare as he used the club like a bat and brought the club end down on the youma's slimy skull. "Jeez, Ganymede..." He wasn't really sure what had happened, but he knew that somehow he'd gotten free of the youma and then time had passed between when he was fighting it and now.
It only took a few more swings to stop the monster in its tracks and turn it into dust. Valhalla cough as he waved the dust away from his face, before rounding on Ganymede. "What was that??" He didn't remember him ever using it before, or at least he couldn't remember himself getting caught in the crossfire, at least. He only remembered his other attack, when he was still only a normal senshi.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 5:50 pm
Ganymede gladly released his hold on the golf club to allow Val to take it from him and commence beating the youma to dust, happy to see it go, though he felt quite disgusting after all that slime. He hoped no one would blame him if he washed up a little bit once he and Val finally got up to the Surrounding. He really wanted to flail around and shake his arms and make the icky feelings go away, but he kept his composure as best as he could and turned to face Val as he spoke to him.
“Oh, yeah. That was my magic. Or at least I used it on that thing,” he said, pointing to where the youma had just been. He made a face at the dust cloud and waved some away as well. “I didn’t think you’d get hit by it, too. I don’t think you got a lot of it, otherwise it probably would have been worse. I know it makes them smell things,” he explained, pointing in the direction of the dusted youma again, “and sometimes they get a little crazy.”
He was glad Val hadn’t. He didn’t know what he’d have done with a slimy monster and a page who was more concerned with seeking out whatever he was craving than helping him.
“Sorry, I’ll be more careful next time,” he said. “I don’t usually use it. It’s kind of useless anyway, except it helps distract them, I guess. Other than that, though… Once or twice its made them more vicious, so when there’s other people around I try to hold off, unless I absolutely have to. I figured it’d be a good way of getting it to let go of you. I just had to time it before it started going nuts, just in case it decided it really wanted to eat us or something.”
He paused to stare at Val curiously, then finally asked, “What did you smell?”
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 10:41 am
Valhalla shook his head, not wanting Ganymede to worry too much about this stuff. "No, it's okay," he insisted, turning to head to the alley with the dumpster so he could toss the golf club in. He might use trash to help kill these things, but he wasn't going to litter. "I swear, we should just carry around bats or something. It'd save us all a lot of time looking for something to kill these things with," he grumbled, wiping his hands on his tunic as he turned to head back to where his patrol partner was standing.
He paused for a moment, thinking back on what exactly he'd smelled. "Um... I think it was my mom's cooking," he said, feeling a little sheepish that it was that and not something... cooler or whatever. "Um... she has really good lasagna," he tried to explain, wanting to be nonchalant about it, but he didn't think he managed it all that well. He could love his mom's food, okay??
"Well... we should get to the meeting place," he said, trying to change the subject, as if it was such a horrible thing to like the smell of food. Valhalla looked over at Ganymede again, as if to look him over, but really just taking the moment to think. "You should try using your magic more. We might be able to figure out how to use it to our advantage," he said with a small shrug. He knew Ganymede didn't like his magic, but... it had potential if used right.
Or at least he thought so.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 4:32 pm
Ganymede was a little disappointed to find that Val hadn’t smelled anything especially interesting, but then he didn’t know what else it would have been to make it very interesting except for if Val had somehow picked up the scent of his perfume—though even that probably wouldn’t have been as amusing as he thought it’d be, seeing as how rocky their friendship and how nonexistent their relationship was in their civilian lives. It figured Val would smell something like his mother’s food. For someone who couldn’t cook to save his life, his mother’s dinners must be a god-send.
“Well, I guess you’re proof that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” he commented off-hand. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”
Not that it was anything he didn’t already know or at least suspect, and not that he thought he even have the opportunity to use that knowledge. He didn’t delude himself into thinking that by some miracle they’d get back together. The time for those sorts of hopes had come and gone the night their relationship had inevitably ended. Now all he could do was try and bridge their differences as Paris enough to be friends, and do his best not to make the same mistakes as Ganymede.
Although, not telling him the truth of who and what he was happened to be the same mistake he’d made before.
“I use my magic when it’s necessary,” he said with a shrug. He wasn’t horribly disappointed that his magic sucked since he wasn’t really one to rely on things like that. Besides, he’d gotten used to it. He generally knew when to use it and when to hold back. “I’m not really all that concerned about it, so… don’t stress. We’ve got more important things to do,” he reminded him.
He turned to begin walking down the street, ignoring the nasty feeling the youma goo had spread over his body and focusing instead of the night ahead. He managed a smile and motioned with his hand for Val to follow.
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