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 Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 9:24 pm
Fantastic.
Howlite stepped back, shaking the can of spray paint in her hand as she examined her work. The stencils were new, and glorious. They'd all taken one as their own, to spread the 'good word' across Destiny City's most crowded areas. The subway, then, was a perfect place. Hard to miss, for anyone boarding this particular train, and well, the purple, black and gold were lovely, if she did say so herself.
The stencil had been tucked away in her bag, quickly, and she was just finished putting the finishing touches on the design, when she heard the echoing click of heels. Complete, she dropped the can, and took another look.
'FREEDOM IS CHAOS.'
The subway, of course, was never completely empty, but this train ran during the morning rushes, and stopped only here 'randomly' during the wee hours of morning. The fingers of one hand flexed, then tightened into a fist, and she stepped away from the wet wall, to look a tiny bit less guilty.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 9:52 pm
2 a.m. in Destiny City was usually a quiet time. Most of the city was still, sleeping. Some of it was busy drinking up last call at the late nightclubs. On this night in particular, Morgan Everett was feeling especially lazy. She had just left a ‘friends’ place. Her hair was messed up, her closes sloppy put onto her body. Morgan was doing the late night walk of shame, trying to get back to her own apartment and a sweat-free pair of clothes.
Coming down into the subway platform, the redhead saw Howlite spraying her ‘art’ before Howlite could see her. That nega has such a distinctive look, of course she remembered her from their previous encounter. Morgan ducked back behind a wall quickly. What to do, what to do. Should she go back and leave it be, or tell that blond just what she thought of her tacky art?
Tacky graffiti art would never win out with her. Gripping onto her pen, Circe whispered ‘Circe Power, Make-Up!’. In a flash of sparkles and ribbon, Morgan was replaced with Sailor Circe.
Her boots clacked on the subway concrete when she rounded the corner again. Defiantely, she stood with her arms crossed and glared at Howlite. “Defacing public property to spread your lies? I’m all for freedom of expression, but please, you’re no Banksy. That’s so gauche.” The colors were nice, but Circe wasn’t about to issue a compliment.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 10:12 pm
"Aw," the blonde clutched her uniform above her heart, fingers bunching the fabric, "I'd be all sorts of heartbroken... If I gave a damn about your opinion."
The captain showed a strange lack of hesitation in abandoning her 'art,' her attention now locked on the senshi at hand. Her steps were confident, pace leisurely as she looked the redhead over.
"Long time no see." Of course, last time, the crazy girl had jumped her, thinking she was someone else, got her skull cracked, and run off. Females were ridiculous, but it seemed like senshi in particular had some sort of crazy gene. "I'm going to take a wild guess, and assume you're not here to get a drink with me."
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 10:31 pm
“I know you don’t mean that. You know I’m right.” Circe didn’t move, or blink as Howlite approached her. Her hip stuck out, a gloved hand rested on it casually.
“I could have gone without seeing your face again. Looks like your fashion sense has improved at least.” To Circe, all her actions were justified. Howlite had attacked her first, or so she thought. However, there was tiny moment when Circe considered going for a drink. “Maybe after you’ve learned your lesson. Not everything is art.”
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 10:45 pm
"You've a point, there, but you're making the tragic mistake of assuming that I think that," She thumbed over her shoulder to the wall, "is art."
It was sort of curious, the way the hottest senshi had this urge to teach her a 'lesson'. Unfortunately, Howlite was more than certain that meant fighting and lectures about 'morality'.
She eyed the redhead over her shades, raising her brows at the compliment. "Glad you noticed."
Circe looked a little tired, run ragged, still, she'd been a bit off-kilter last time, too, and had just used some of that damn senshi magic...
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I've more defacing to do."
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 10:58 pm
“Glad you agree, cause you know real artists don’t use stencils.” Was Circe going to rant on about morality and what was right or wrong? Unlikely. What she was going to rant on about? The fact that she had to look at that ugly script.
Circe moved out to grab Howlite by the sleeve. “But if you think I’m going to let you ruin everyone’s eyes, especially mine, with that ugly wall. . . Well that’s just not going to happen. Besides, now I owe you twice.” The toe of Circe’s boot slipped out to tap Howlite’s ankle.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 11:20 pm
Howlite stopped.
Dark eyes snapped the the hand on her sleeve, a brief flash of something other flaring up, before she moved to deliberately remove her fingers.
"You're cute, really, but I don't have the time to play with you right now, sweetheart."
A reckless sort of grin tugged at the corners of her mouth, then, and she cautioned Circe, almost playfully. "I'd hate to stick my hand in such a pretty little chest." Though that starseed was awful tempting.
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 11:39 pm
Circe was blissfully unaware of the harsh happenings in space, or Howlite’s new view on how to deal with certain annoying senshi. To Circe, Howlite was just making an empty threat. Grabbing at her chest for a her star seed wasn’t the kind of grabbing that she expected anyone to do with her chest.
Circe’s eyes narrowed in turn. Did Circe like to play? Yes. But she was also serious. Releasing her grip, Circe gestured at her chest. “You wish you could get at this.” It it was unclear exactly what part of her chest (or inside it) she was talking about.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 2:16 pm
It wasn't, exactly, that Ilmenite and Howlite had been out together -- more that they were working the same beat. Like her, he had a bag full of spray paint and a stencil, to leave his own mark on Birhan Istat's patrol. Unlike Howlite, he was s**t with a can of spray paint, and now had matte purple speckling his fingers and palms. It didn't go very well with the green of his uniform. Alas.
He'd been around the corner and down a bit, but his teeth had gone on edge at the sudden blossom of senshi aura nearby. Instead of pounding around the corner, he'd very quietly put his things down to come check it out.
Howlite would cover up the feel of his slow approach, and the chatter would cover up any sound. It meant that he could come up on Circe quietly, and when he tapped her on the shoulder, she should only have time to turn around halfway before a sucker punch was landing on her jaw.
It had likely been Obsidian who encouraged him to fight dirty.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 2:27 pm
Howlite's expression hardly flickered as she caught sight of Ilmenite out of the corner of her eye, instead, her slight smile lingered as she took a step back. "You know it."
Though, really, it was hard to say which part she'd like to squeeze more. Circe was clearly looking for a fight, and it seemed she'd found it, though not with the girl she'd intended.
"Tch," it was a click of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, as Ilmenite made his move. Silly senshi.
This had just gotten interesting.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 4:45 pm
Interesting was perhaps not the word that Sailor Circe would use to describe the situation that she found herself as she turned to see the Captain Illmenite. Instead, there was only a short string of words that ran in her mind as her face fell: ‘ Oh ******** captain, especially Howlite, Circe was prepared to deal with. The stealthy addition of another Negaverse captain was not expected. The redhaired senshi was trapped between them. The sucker punch to her jaw knocked the senshi backwards, tipping back onto Howlite. Stumbling, Circe ducked onto the floor and attempted to scramble out from between them. It wasn’t dignified, but it was necessary. Circe didn’t have the same physical training that the negas had. A bit of blood pooled in her mouth, she spat it out on the subway floor.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 9:22 am
Perhaps seeing them together, now, Circe would be able to clearly see the difference between the agent she'd dallied with during prom and the one she'd accused of doing the deed. For his own part, Ilmenite didn't really recognize the girl; most of what he remembered of that night was a giant pop culture youma that had probably just been Tanz messing with some senshi heads. Hilarious, but not exactly a major plot. Not important.
More important had been hauling Zac away for one dance, once it had gotten quieter, where people couldn't see them. It stood out much more clearly in his memory than tangling with two girl senshi.
Shaking out his hand, he considered Circe with a thoughtful noise. His tone dry. "...sorry, Howlite. Thought you might need my help, but I think maybe I was assuming too much. You're fine here?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 1:17 pm
The blonde hadn't budged as the redheaded senshi tumbled into her, almost amused when she crumpled to the floor.
"I do appreciate the sentiment," The blonde flashed Ilmenite a reckless smile, though she didn't particularly appreciate the name-drop. She tended to avoid passing any information to the 'enemy,' though it was bound to happen. They were already identifying her as 'ridiculously hot blonde, with the great mouth,' right? Why not give them a name to whisper in fear and delight, on top of it?
Her dark eyes briefly went to Circe, where she'd scurried some feet away from the conversing officers, and she raised a brow. "Though, Sailor.... What was your name, again, lovely?" She paused only a second before continuing. "Sailor Shortskirt and I were just wrapping up our conversation, when you arrived."
She lifted a shoulder in a dismissive shrug, to say 'I got this'.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 9:44 pm
A sigh of relief was not what was going through Circe’s head when Illmenite suggested that Howlite could handle her. Instead, their were only two distinctly separate thoughts echoing in her brain. The first came up while Circe scrambled away and Illmenite spoke. It was resentment at the implication that Circe was ‘easy’ and would be disposed of without much of a fight. She was not a senshi that would give up her life so fast. Sure, Circe was not really looking forward to fighting two dastardly evil-doers. But being suggested that she wasn’t worth the time? Now that just couldn’t possibly be true and Circe would prove it.
Searching the floor, Circe looked around for a weapon. Anything would do, as long as she could throw it at the man who sounded so ‘bored’ of her. The first thing she saw, she grabbed onto. In this case it was a half empty can of soda laying haphazardly on the subway floor.
“My name is Circe.” Clutching onto the can, spun herself around. Then seeing the two negas, side by side, her memory clicked. Illmenite’s appearance struck a familiar chord. Amber eyes shifted back and forth between the two. It was Illmenite that had attacked Circe and Maenalus in the Prom/Bieber brawl. Circe had drunkenly mistook Howlite for her companion… That was an embarrassing mistake. One that Circe was ready to rectify now although not verbally admit. She would be satisfied with ruining both their nights.
“You!” Circe shouted out of annoyance and anger. She whipped the pop can at Illmenite’s head, the left over and luke warm liquid splattering out. Rising to her feet, Circe cast her magic to prepare for retaliation. The first punch had hurt enough, if she was going to fight them she wanted to be ready for it. “Molt Boost!”
A faint golden glow appeared on her skin when her shield magic set. “ Don’t think you can just walk away from me, either of you two. Am I not worth you time, Tweedledum and Tweedle-dee?”
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 7:58 pm
Ilmenite had a hundred percent been ready to walk away. Absent, dismissive, he'd taken half a step backwards when the can hit him, old coke spilling against his shoulder. The material of his uniform jacket stuck against his skin, and the sensation made him twitch. It wasn't that he was a neat freak but -- well. There had been times when a shower hadn't been an option, and now that it was, the crawling sensation of stale soda, sugar sticking to his skin, made his jaw clench.
That had been out of line. And with the thought, he spun out a hand, duct tape covered bolas whipping in a circle around two fingers. What, Circe wanted to throw down at him? He could throw right back. The way he twisted his wrist was no longer amateur, not after months of practicing with his weapon. And the look in his eye was more than a touch dangerous.
"Oh. I see." He raised just one eyebrow, gesturing with his free hand. "You might want to run now."
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