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 Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 3:03 am
There were plenty of things to be doing on a Saturday night—be out partying, hitting up the clubs, seeing a movie—or, Jett’s favorite, sleeping. He’d napped early in the afternoon—an activity that enraged him since it felt like an absolute waste of his time. He’d slept right through the half hour he should have spent boxing, and nearly missed out on dinner. Only now, half past midnight, did it feel like he was finally waking up. Sure, the coffee had helped, and the restlessness from not getting his daily workout.
Jett was getting sloppy, and it was pissing him off.
His schedule wasn’t being followed as rigidly as it should be, and Jett sought to correct this. He was trying to make changes—trying to incorporate ‘Remarque’ time into his schedule. He hadn’t quite gotten it under control.
He wasn’t sure how much time he was supposed to be gathering energy, how much time he was supposed to devote to this new role. It appealed to him—the power he got from draining energy, the pure satisfaction of holding someone’s life in his hand—and watching their energy drain away.
Requiem had pointed out that the homeless made for great victims, and good fodder for energy, so he had taken to hunting them. They were easy prey for him—and nobody seemed to notice when they went missing. Which worked perfectly for him; he had just finished sapping one and tilted his head, looking at the now unconscious male.
His hands rested on his hips as he tried to calculate where the nearest mirror was so he could drop off this stinking waste of flesh; he clearly didn’t want to touch the male any more than he had to, and if it weren’t for the fact that he’d been told that their lives were of far more use for collecting energy in Mirrorspace than lying in a heap, here. Not that he knew how to get the guy there when he had a hard enough time going, himself, but at the very least, he could move him and come back to get more energy later. Besides, he didn’t want to draw attention to himself or risk being identified (but seriously, who would believe some drunken homeless guy?).
Remarque’s eyes drifted over the surface of the lake; the moon was bright enough to give him a clear view of the area, though the cloud cover helped conceal him so he wasn’t sticking out so much. He could walk back to the mirror he’d come out of, sure—but, seriously. He didn’t want to smell like alcohol and sweat when he got home tonight, but seriously? He should have picked a less repulsive energy source.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 7:04 am
Some people may have just been waking up at this time, but for one little Senshi, it was far, far past her normal bedtime…heck, it was past her self imposed bedtime of Midnight. Never before had Sailor Lenka been awake at this time, and she had been so excited when she made it to Midnight, dancing around and attempting to do a cartwheel. She failed in the execution of one, but tried all the same. She had never been able to make it past Midnight…or even up to Midnight before! Even on New Years Eve, she normally fell asleep long before the ball dropped.
She had been on her way home, for the extent of how tired she was began to show through at quarter after twelve. Lenka kept yawning and rubbing at her eyes…she wanted to be in bed now, snuggled up with her pigs. Nothing interesting had even happened tonight…apart from staying up late.
She crossed the area near the lake, giving a large yawn, stopping in her tracks from the sheer force of the action, eyes screwed up and closed. Ugh…it was bedtime. No more of this staying up this late! She was so sleepy now! Too sleepy to even realize there was another energy signature nearby, let alone the fact it wasn’t a friendly type of energy signature.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 7:55 am
Regardless of the fact Lenka was too tired to notice him, Remarque was not too tired to notice her—or her energy signature. He had just heaved the homeless man over his shoulder, annoyed at the course, gummy texture of the man’s jacket. He didn’t want to know what those smells were, and only hoped that he wasn’t going to stink up Mirrorspace with this bum.
The energy source was a strange sensation to him; he hadn’t noticed it and then all of a sudden there was a tingling down his spine. He tilted his head and watched as the little girl walked by.
Sure, he had the opportunity of calling out for her, but why would he? Seriously, he was just getting energy. If he spoke to her, that meant he was drawing attention to himself. He didn’t recognize her, and found it very odd that she looked so young. Most of the Senshi he’d encountered were teenagers or older, but her? She looked like a child.
He was confused, obviously, but decided that he’d just let her shuffle on home and then find some place to dump this bum currently stinking up his nostrils. Still finding it hard to believe that the little girl was the source of the energy, his eyes glanced the scene and he tried to pick up additional movement in case it wasn’t the girl giving off the energy—in case it was some senshi just stalking her or something. He just found it hard to believe that someone so young would have already been drafted to serve in any sort of battle—and the senshi always seemed to be fighting. Why would there be one so young?
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:23 am
It wasn’t until the Chibi senshi stumbled on some sort of rock or root that she blinked her eyes open and looked around. It seemed that the stumble had woken her up some and she frowned. “Is someone there? I can…Feel you…” She could feel the energy signature…it felt dark…like a youma, but…not like a youma…was it one of the bad guys? The negaverse people?
Lenka summoned her watermelon rind and swallowed. “I’m not afraid of you! Come out and we can fight! I’m ready! I’m ready to fight!” She wasn’t. She just hoped that her watermelon rind would hit the other person right in the head and then she would be able to run and get home to go to bed. Tomorrow was shopping day again! She was going to go back to that Antique shop and see if there were any new pigs for sale.
She looked around in the darkness, blinking her large brown eyes, trying to see if she could see anyone. Her eyes finally landed on a shape…but with the body thrown over his shoulder, the other person looked so lumpy…like…like a…
“MONSTER! Are you a hunchback?” She liked that movie, she thought that the hunchback guy needed a big hug…but if this guy was a hunchback Negaverser…he did not need a hug. Not at all.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:41 am
Uhm, what the hell. How did she figure that he was a…?
Remarque tilted his head to look at the unconscious man next to him and immediately regretted it; the man’s breath was foul enough to curdle milk. His energy had better be worth it. Especially now that some crazed child was shouting at him. “Shut up,” he hissed to her, loud enough to be heard and yet still soft enough that his voice didn’t echo across the lake. His mind had already fabricated a lie in case he needed some sort of excuse for all of this; he wasn’t sure if she’d buy into it, but—hell, it was worth a shot. Worst comes to worst, he’d drown the little girl in a lake. Totally no big deal.
It’s not that he wouldn’t fight her, just that—what the hell?—she was a little girl. There was no pride in that, no glory. “You’re going to wake people up. Don’t yell.” It was going to attract too much attention if she kept yelling, and Remarque really did not want an audience.
He kept the homeless man perched atop his shoulders, carrying him uncertainly towards her. “…If you want to talk, that’s one thing. But give me a minute, all right? This guy just needs to get home, and unless you want to help me, stay out of my way.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 11:22 am
She held her rind tighter. “You’re a bad guy, right? I don’t like bad guys…I’ve never met one before, ‘cept for youmas…” Lenka gave a large yawn, and swayed on her feet somewhat. She wanted to go to bed now…She just had to beat the bad guy first. And she would.
“You put him down! He’s just a poor old man, right?” Now that she could see, the monster man wasn’t a hunchback at all! He just had a person over his shoulder. He was a kidnapper! He was stealing the person to feast on him! Oh! That poor person! “He is just a poor old man! You are a monster but you’re not a hunchbacked one, so…I can’t even feel sorry for you!”
She figured it was time to take action. Time to do her duties as a senshi. She drew in a breath then clutched her Rind. “Lenka Boomarind!” The child threw it with all her might and was pleased when she heard the thunk of it hitting him, she thought it was on the shoulder but she wasn’t sure. The rind returned to her hand and Lenka seemed so proud of herself. “Do you give up, Evil doer?”
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 12:32 pm
The rind did, in fact, hit Remarque in the shoulder. It wasn’t an ungodly pain, but it did hurt, and that made him very angry. The child should have just gone along with his little lie—let him take the old man somewhere safe, and then they could have had some sort of battle or whatever she wanted.
He had no sympathy for the child in that instance, and no intention to go easy on her. If she had the gall to attack him, she was going to get her dues. Carelessly, he shrugged the homeless individual off his shoulders, uncaring when he hit roughly hit the ground, and reached up a hand to rub at his stinging shoulder. Eyes narrowed and lips curled into a slight sneer, Remarque was clearly unamused.
“Do I look like the sort of guy to ‘give up’, little girl? You threw some ******** fruit at me.”
He stalked forward so that he was nearer to her, hands clenched into fists. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 12:57 pm
“I’m Sailor Chibi Lenka, and you’re going to have more fruit thrown at you if you don’t learn to not say such bad words!” She was appalled, how could he have such foul language in front of a child? That was just…awful! Lenka held her rind a little tighter, prepared to throw it again, though knowing when she did it would vanish. Stupid powers and their stupid limitations…
“You should put that nice man down and leave here, you evil bad guy! You don’t want to see me when I’m angry, do you? Because I’m really getting there. I’m a Sailor Senshi you know, and we’re powerful. We’ll stop the bad guys, always always we’ll stop the bad guys!”
That was right! Good always beat evil, and it would beat it today too. Because she was a hero! And she would prove to this guy that she was a hero too.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 1:56 pm
For a short moment, Remarque stared, than glanced at the ground where he’d carelessly dropped the homeless man and then back at the girl. “You’re a scout, seriously? You so tiny,” he said, seeming rather shocked. “What are you supposed to do, exactly, just throw s**t at people?” he asked, not particularly caring to censor himself. He wasn’t going to let some little girl tell him how to act.
“Do you really think you have the right to boss me around, Lenka?” He spoke, slightly mockingly. He displayed no fear and lowered both hands to his side; his shoulder still hurt, but he wasn’t going to give this brat the satisfaction of seeing that she’d landed a pretty good blow—for a kid.
“Kind of useless, right? Anyone can throw something, Lenka,” he smirked. “What a waste of a power. I, for example, am Remarque. Dark Mirror Senshi of Puppetry.”
The smirk on his face turned decisively sinister, and despite the amusement in his voice, there was something terribly dark about his tone. “Would you like to see what I can do?”
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 12:09 am
The child frowned and felt her cheeks heat up. She wasn’t useless…she was a hero, Ixion even said that she was special because she could throw something…he said that a lot of senshi couldn’t do things like that and they needed more offensive chibi senshi…
She just shook her head. “You’re wrong you…Remarque senshi thing. Puppetry? That’s stupid, don’t you think?” She drew her arm back. “I’ll prove to you that I’m not useless! I’m a super hero and I’m really good at protecting people, and I’m going to be good at stopping bad guys who have the word dark in their names!”
Lenka took in a deep breath then gave a small nod. “Lenka boomarind!” She began moving her arm forward to throw her rind when a very, very large yawn over took her. She hadn’t seen it coming, and the stupid thing stopped her in her tracks, causing her eyes to close and one hand to reach up and rub at them. Some hero she was, yawning in the middle of the battle…when she was about to finish the bad guy off and everything.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 12:36 am
The rind flew right by Remarque. Not even close. Maybe if there had been someone standing next to him--maybe it would have hit them, though even that was unlikely. "Going to be good?" he prompted, offering a rather malicious scoff. "I do hope you aren't planning for that to be any time in the near future."
He still wasn’t afraid of her—if throwing fruit was all she could do, then what was there to be afraid of? She was like, three feet tall. He could have just—
Remarque hadn’t realized that he had moved forward and was looking down at her; she was close enough that he could have touched her. And he did. He reached his hand down, palm pressing against her forehead.
And he pushed her down.
Torn between smiling at the ridiculousness of the girl, or sneering at the ridiculousness of the situation, he just glared down at her. "Get out of here before I have to hurt you. There's a lake over there, and I'm more than tempted to go drown you, already."
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 12:59 am
One moment she was standing up throwing her rind, the next…the rind was gone from her hand and she was on the ground, staring up at the sky. What…what had happened? What…did she fall down? No! He pushed her! The mean guy pushed her down! What a bully! You don’t attack someone when they’re yawning! That’s just rude! That’s just mean!
Wait…drown her? Like he would kill her? She didn’t want to die! She couldn’t leave her mommy all alone like that…her mom needed her…she was all that her mom had…
Tears welled up in the Lenka’s eyes and she let out a little sob before she could stop herself. She was scared. She hadn’t yet been scared like this during this job…she always managed to have the upper hand…She wasn’t going to stay up this late anymore! Bad things happened after midnight…this just had to be a bad dream…she wanted to go home and get in bed…She wanted to wake up! She didn’t want to be with this mean guy anymore!
The child sat up, then pushed herself to her feet, moving forward, shoving Remarque as hard as she could before running, her boots hitting the ground as fast as she could manage. She almost tripped a few times, but just kept moving as fast as she could.
She hoped she never saw this scary man again. Or she hoped when she did, she was more awake and had a lightsaber with her…
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 1:14 am
Despite her size, the force of Lenka’s shove was enough to push Remarque off balance; he stumbled backwards and toppled over the homeless man that had gotten him into all this fuss. He struck his arms out to catch himself and failed to eventually stabilized himself before falling to the ground like an idiot. His tailbone seemed to take the most beating in all the time since he'd encountered the senshi, so had grown rather accustomed to the throbbing warmth when he collided with the ground. He avoided rubbing the injured area and shoved himself back up, though by then, Lenka had already made her getaway—a wise idea, Remarque noted, brushing himself off.
He hadn’t missed the girl’s tears or sob, and while any normal person might have felt a pang of guilt and sympathy for scaring a young girl to tears, Remarque very well knew that the little girl deserved it. It was her own damn fault for getting involved in affairs that didn’t concern her. If she didn’t want trouble, she shouldn’t have started it.
Though he had seen where the girl had disappeared to, he had no intention of chasing her. The desired affect had been achieved: she was gone and out of his hair, and now he could finally get back to business.
Disgusting, revolting, dirty business.
Sneering at the homeless man, Remarque considered drowning him in the lake. He was too tired to see if he could shove the male through a mirror and settled for the next best thing: a bush.
Once more he lifted the man he’d just sapped energy from, though this time set his eyes on the forest just a bit away. In an out of the way, reclusive area, he dropped the man, kicked some leaves over him, and settled for the fact that even if he’d had to deal with that little nuisance, at least he’d gotten some energy.
And now he just needed a bath.
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