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 Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 12:34 pm
Draining energy from the homeless had started to grow dull for Super Sailor Requiem. They were such easy targets, especially the drunken ones who were in far too much of a stupor to fight back and possibly destroy her mirror wraiths. She wanted more excitement, something more fulfilling. Perhaps, she thought, she could go through her list of those had wronged her. Those who had hurt her. There was a small list of these names in the back of her mind, but the one she felt that she would be most easily able to track was her ex-boyfreind, Damian Cole.
There were so many details of the end of their relationship that were still hazy to her, but she knew how she felt at the end of it. She knew how heart-broken she was after she gave herself up to him only for him to destroy her. She wanted answers, and she wanted revenge.
Which is precisely why she stood in mirror space, half-lingering between that space and the mirror in Damian's bathroom, waiting for him to come in for his morning routine, the ample time to make her strike. She watched the fuzzy images of his empty bathroom, quietly waiting for her prey.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 11:39 am
It was with a quiet groan that Damian Cole rolled out of bed, pushing himself to his feet slowly. He had only lasted one round in the gladiator battle royale, but he had taken a couple hits, and for all he was a senshi he hadn't felt this sore in a while. He had a feeling the fact that he was pulling twelve hour shifts at Big Willie's had something to do with it. He pretty much ran the record store even though Willie still owned it. And as much as he enjoyed the larger paycheck he was learning that he really wanted to do something more than just work in a music shop for the rest of his life.
Sighing he looked back at the bluenette that was still in his bed, watching as Carter rolled over in his sleep and took the warm spot Damian's body had left behind. At least Carter knew what he wanted to do, he was already volunteering at the fire station and studying for the various certifications he needed. Unfortunately, it didn't do much to make him feel better about his own life. Of course he was happy for Carter, it was just hard to play the role of supportive boyfriend when his own life seemed to be in shambles. It was nearly enough to drive a man to drink, which was another of the redhead's problems. The bluenette had done what he'd asked and gotten the booze out of the house, but Damian still had to fight the temptation to just go out and buy more. He had to keep telling himself that, yes, one beer would hurt. It was a constant battle, but one he seemed to be holding his own in, at least for now.
Turning from the bed he headed towards the bathroom, one hand reaching up to rub the splotchy bruise that spread across his ribs. Yup, it still hurt. Wincing he dropped his hand as he swung the bathroom door closed behind him, making sure not to let it slam- he didn't want to wake Carter up before he had to, he knew the bluenette enjoyed his sleep.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror in only his boxers he examined his face, eyebrows furrowing at what he saw: dark circles under his eyes, and his beard and hair were starting to go wild, the red locks sticking out at all angles. He needed a hair cut, he rubbed his beard feeling it p***k his fingers, and a trim. Sighing his hand dropped away to pick up his toothbrush, first things first.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 9:34 pm
It had been a long time since she had last truly laid eyes on him. She felt that there was something different about him, although she had great suspicion that much of that feeling had to do with his new beard. Requiem leaned forward, almost as if to get a closer look, and in the process her face started to emerge from Damian's bathroom mirror, the three-dimensional girl popping out of his flat wall mirror, their faces inches apart.
"Boo," she teased. She then tipped the rest of her body forward, her full body spilling out of mirrorspace into the bathroom and onto the boxer-clad man as she tried to subdue and pin him to the bathroom floor. She knew that she wouldn't have long - he had a roommate, she knew, and she couldn't afford to get caught by anyone.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 10:58 am
Damian's actions in the bathroom every morning were fairly routine. He'd get up, examine himself in the mirror for any new injuries he seemed to mysteriously pick up, brush his teeth, wash his face, brush and style his hair. A beard trimming would get thrown in if he needed it and wasn't feeling lazy. His routine was so, well, routine that he was already on autopilot reaching for the toothpaste and covering the bristles of his brush with it before shoving it in his mouth, never noticing that there was a face coming out of his mirror. Later he would say it happened so fast he didn't have a chance to react, but really he just hadn't been paying attention.
It was the sound of his ex-girlfriend's voice that got his attention and when his silver eyes finally focused and he saw her face not inches from his own he shouted in surprise, the sound muffled by the toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He attempted to stumble away from the sink, but she was faster and already on top of him. In the chaos the toothbrush had fallen out of his mouth and he spat out the already foaming toothpaste so he could speak. "What the hell, D-Requiem?!" He caught himself before he called her Devi. She was the first Dark Mirror Senshi he had met, but he had heard the rumours twining about the senshi community, and he had heard what his ex had become.
He struggled with her attempting to knock her off of him, or at least get control of her, but she was powered up and he was not. Not to mention she had caught him off guard. He grunted as he bucked his hips trying to get her off of him. The motion brought a thought to mind and even though he had a feeling this was not a laughing matter he began to do just that. "You know Req, if you want me that bad all you have to do is ask. I know I'm amazing in bed, but this is a little extreme." Even though he was with Carter comments like those still rolled off his tongue easily. Flirting with women was a difficult habit to keep in check, especially when it was so easy and so familiar.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 5:16 pm
Requiem was stunned. How did he know who she was? Sure, she knew him well as Damian, but how did he know her as Requiem? Had she let it slip as Devi that she was a Senshi? Ugh, she was such a fool back then. A fool for telling him, a fool for ever letting him close to her.
"Amazing in bed? Please," she rolled her eyes. "You wish I was here just so you could get laid. I'm sure that would be much better for you than what I have in mind." She grinned as she rose off him and grabbed him by the boxers. Thanks to her greater strength as a Super Senshi, she did her best to lift him from the ground as she tried to submerge back in the mirror with her new prisoner in tow.
"You're coming with me, Damian. And you're not going to like it."
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 10:53 am
"Ah, ********> Damian did not like the look his ex was giving him one bit. It was a look that didn't bode well for him at all. He continued to struggle, but the enhanced strength of a super senshi wasn't a match against a mere human. If only he could power up, but not only was his pen in the other room he had a feeling that revealing his identity to her now would be a very bad idea.
When she started to pick him up by his boxers he twisted trying to hold onto anything he could to stay in the bathroom. "You know, I think I get the message you're trying to send me. I was crap in bed and that disappointed you. I totally get it, but how about we just leave it at that, yeah? No need for- jesus ******** christ" Silver eyes went wide as he watched Requiem sink back into the mirror pulling him into it as well. Sure he had heard that the new dark senshi could do something like that, but actually seeing it was a different matter.
With one last desperate grab he clung to the sink and started yelling in the direction of the shut door. "CARTER!" The soap dispenser was thrown at the door trying to wake the other teen up as the tugging from his captor got more insistent. "I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T WAKE UP I'M GOI-" Whatever it was he was going to do was cut off as his grip finally slipped on the porcelain and he was dragged through the mirror, barely managing to catch a glimpse of Carter busting through the door before he was cut off from the real world and immersed in mirror space. Looking around at his new unfamiliar surroundings he started to get worried, he was pretty sure nothing good could come out of your ex-girlfriend pulling you into a mirror. <******** my life."
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