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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 1:30 am
His message had reached her rather quickly and her response that she wanted to get some training was met with a very all caps enthusiastic, ‘******** YEAH’. Castor liked training. It gave him an excuse to go youma hunting and mess around with the monsters. Tonight he’d gotten a small one, unsure about this newbie. Hercules made him think some kind of hard hitting powerhouse. Then again, he liked thinking that about most senshi anyway.
Coffee, doughnuts, and one angry youma in a box. It was the makings for a classic training session. He also hoped to make sure the girl knew her stuff about the senshi. Cats were a tad spotty with info sometimes. Going down his mental checklist, he’d gotten the food, the monster, had as much info as needed. Now all that was missing- he flipped open his phone to look at the time- was one senshi.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 7:54 am
As stuck up as Sailor Hercules might come across, she had been having her a** handed to her more and more, of late. So it was about time she did something about it. In this particular case, she had received a message from someone she understood to be rather impressive in rank. Still she had no idea what it would be like to train with him. She typically did poorly in group environments, which may be one reason she had yet to find a group to patrol with.
Her namesake, Hercules, did call to mind a powerful hero of Greek myth. However, Hercules was slight, and very pretty, and not at all what one would expect: she represented the other side of those tales, the strength of heart and will it took to fight on even in the face of adversity. If nothing else, Hercules had shown herself to be fearless in battle. Well, not fearless; it was more that the thought of these youma being real, that her safety was at risk, pumped so much adrenaline through her that the fear excited her instead. Turns out becoming a Senshi had made her into somewhat of an adrenaline junkie. Or exposed that aspect of her which had lain dormant.
Her only attack at the moment, in fact, was Hera's Affection; it represented all the punishments and cruelties that Hera dolled out, her biting jealousy. Pathetic, in Gardner's opinion, from what she knew of Greek Myth. In any case, that was her only attack, while she was this weak. Hardly the image of Hercules itself. But given enough time, she would prove her strength.
Hercules did not have a watch of any description on her. She did have her phone-- somewhere-- but she was busy trying not to be late for the first time since she could recall. And so it was more that she ran around the corner, and nearly straight into Castor. "Got lost," she offered, skipping to a halt and standing in front of him. She had never seen him before; it was both a comforting thought that Castor would be the one training her, and an awkward realization that he was much, much, much higher ranked than she was. "Looks like I'm stuck as the damsel in distress again," she lamented, a wry half-smile qualifying her statement.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:21 am
“Hardly.” Castor shrugged at the girl righted herself finding that she seemed a bit off of sorts. “If you were a damsel in distress, you wouldn’t be a senshi. As for getting lost-“ his face drooped, “-you could have called. You’re not exactly late given the fact I tend to just arrive early.” He walked over to the makeshift table, a turnedover wooden box. “After you’re done killing the youma, There’s coffee and doughnuts. You won’t have to have any, but it’s just nice to have I’ve found.” Arms crossed and he leaned against the wall.
She didn’t look like she was a hard hitting senshi sadly, but then again, Altas looked like a mouse and he was the senshi of gravity, which was pretty ******** badass. So, Castor hoped he could put some faith in the girl. “So, Hercules.” He smiled. “First off, I let you choose. Fight the youma first, or we can play 20 questions first. I’ll also need to know your power, and your attack, how many times you can use it, and just how much experience you’ve had with youma.” Down the way, the sound of something banging on metal could be heard. “..The youma gets a bit testy when it can sense more of us. It’s been pissed as s**t since I captured it and now it’s just getting antsy. Don’t worry though.” Knuckles rapt on the wall. “Brick and steel. It’s not strong enough to break free, so we do have as much time as we need.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 1:55 pm
Sailor Hercules was basically the side of Presley's personality which Crystal Academy had tried to raze out of her. "Are you sure that's true? I feel like senshi can get in trouble just like anyone," she said, "or training would be unnecessary. But you're right in that I never intend to be the damsel." Nor was she, in battle. If anything, she got too reckless; fighting youma excited her, even when it was too strong, big or angry for her to take on alone. She loved the thrill of the fight. Too bad her current senshi attack did very little damage, and seemed to irritate more than harm youma. Well, that large one, anyway; it did just fine on the small one.
"That's considerate of you, thanks. What kind of donuts?" Hercules didn't normally eat them, but after fighting the youma... donuts and coffee might be a much-appreciated treat.
Sailor Hercules was definitely not what her name might insinuate. She wasn't a burly woman with an animal skin and a club, but her strength lay elsewhere. The wrath of lore might, for all she knew, lie dormant within her. What had remained which was a throwback to the hero, however, was her courage and willingness to take on tasks which were typically beyond her power. She would find a way. Her will itself was relatively unbreakable, thus far.
"Too bad we can't do both at once," she said, then added, "Because I'm pretty eager to fight, but I also have an excruciating sense of curiosity."
Hercules turned her head to listen to the banging against metal, adjusting her gloves. "Well, I won't keep it waiting long, I suspect?" she grinned. "Well, first things first: I'm the senshi of shards, so... you know, bits of bone, broken mirrors, shattered windows; things that can't be put back together easily, I fight with those. They have a way of being painful," she began. Hercules shifted her weight to her other foot, her eyes cast upwards, thinking of her power. She reached up and toyed with the heart on her chain-tiara, thinking of her attack. "My current attack is Hera's Affection; I can use it twice, it's a copy of my tiara gem which shatters on contact and causes a series of small cuts."
She took a deep breath, and looked Castor in the eye. "I've only fought a handful. Less than I can count on one hand, really." Then, a pause to catch her breath, and finally: "A pissed youma, 20 questions... which do you think I should pick first? I'm admittedly pretty thrilled about both of them."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 11:33 pm
“The kind that are cheap and not stale by ten PM. That kind of doughnut.” He was most certainly not out to keep senshi healthy. He’d leave that to the senshi of vegetables or nutrition or fat- hell he didn’t know. He just got food. “So, you’re an offensive senshi, most likely your attack chain is going to be just that. Cut some bitches up, and make them hurt. Because of that, why don’t we start with the youma. After the fight we can see how you might improve your attack. Most of us when we start out are just as much a danger to ourselves as we are to others, allies included.”
Fond memories, hitting himself with hail. Always fun. He should try that again on some poor sap sometime. Anyway, back to the training. “As a warning, when it comes out, it’s going to want to ******** your s**t up badly. So, keep some distance. I won’t spoil what kind of youma it is, but I’ll give you a hit. It’s bigger than you.” Relatively speaking. “Anyway, go to the other side of this lot, and I’ll go open the doors so you can get started.” Turning he began to make his way to the doors, the pounding on the metal getting more frequent the closer he got.
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