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 Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 9:15 pm
((Rolling for victor:
1. Camelot
2. Esperite ))
Staring into the glass window of one of Irish Pub themed bars, Esperite eyed the group of drunken businessmen as they downed one pitcher of overpriced beer after another. Intoxicated and rowdy, it would only be a few more minutes before they were cut off and sent packing into the dark streets of Destiny City. Though he was forced to wait for the six gentlemen to finish their drinks, Esperite wasn’t too bothered by the downtime. The moments before he took a starseed had become special in a way. Nothing like set the mood for Esperite like stalking his prey from the safety of a nearby rooftop, though he wasn’t to terribly found of the unpleasant smell coming from the nearby dumpsters. However, he knew that was only a temporary hindrance and a minor one compared to the spoils that were to come once the six businessmen stumbled their way into one of the back alleys.
“That’s right boys, drink it all up. A few more gulps and you’ll make this even easier than stealing candy from a baby.”
Crimson eyes remained fixed on their prey. Like a cat about to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse, Esperite was perched on the edge of the roof, poised and ready to quickly make his way towards whichever back alley the drunkards chose. Usually Esperite wouldn’t feel so comfortable, but it was late and he hadn’t even heard of any senshi attacks in weeks. As far as he was concerned, the streets belonged to the Negaverse, soon to be followed by the entire city.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 9:31 am
Tony had been visiting the bar more often than he probably should, though still only once or twice a week. He found he needed the small breaks from everything he found while just relaxing at the bar, talking to his friend the bartender, relaxing. He usually only nursed one drink over the night, and never really aimed to get drunk. Unless he managed to have company with him, which was a rare feat indeed.
Getting drunk was better with friends, he found, and certainly less embarrassing if he did something stupid.
He was walking toward the bar when he glanced up at the roof tops and saw a shadow. It was habit now, to keep his eyes higher than they used to, to look for traps and villains on the roof tops. That was how most of them, from Negas to Senshi, traveled with the most ease. When he saw the dark spot that could have been absolutely anything, he moved around the other side of the building, hoping he was out of sight of any other people that might be around, and powered up.
Camelot felt the chaotic aura nearby and climbed up onto the roof of the bar, He spotted Esperite, imagining the Nega already knew he was there from his own aura.
"Whatever you're thinking about doing, I wouldn't."
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 7:17 pm
Letting out a sigh, Esperite removed his gaze from the bar window and turned to face the Knight before him. Once he gaze Camelot a look over, the Negaverse agent rolled his eyes and stood up to stand on the edge of the rooftop, his face covered with a look of disdain. He didn't like anyone interrupting his energy gathering rituals and he immediately summoned his two daggers to his side.
"A little late for the Renaissance fair, are we? I don't suppose you mind playing somewhere else? I've got more important things to do than to play dress up with you."
Tightening his grip on the plastic handle of each dagger, Esperite focused his attention on the strange shield that the Knight was carrying. He had only heard of the Knights and never actually faced one in battle; however, by the look his of armor and the fact that he lacked an actual weapon. Esperite wasn't too concerned. Though his daggers barely qualified as useful, he still was the only one of the two with a real weapon. Regardless of the stranger's rank, Esperite felt confident he could take him on. Confidently, he began to taunt Camelot. Picking up a discarded pebble, he chucked it at the Knight.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 12:52 pm
"And what are you coming from?" Everyone always teased him about his knight look, but at least the Renaissance Fair was a legitimate thing. Most of the negaverse and senshi he ran into couldn't say the same. Or maybe that was why he was always getting teased. Because a lot of people dressed up to pretend they were knights like him.
He was probably thinking too much about it.
Camelot felt a strange confidence. He had been at this for a while now, and had powered up to Squire to prove it. He had his crystal, and he was comfortable with his shield. comfortable enough, at least, to be able to enter a battle and feel like he could actually win it. It was strange to think how far he had come, and how much things had changed.
But none of that really mattered at the moment. He still would have liked to avoid as many battles as he could.
"Let's not thrown stones," Camelot said, instinctively lifting his shield despite the small projectile, the little stone clinking off his shield. "I'm just here to stop you from hurting anyone. Which you really looked like you were about to do."
He took a breath, keeping himself calm. In control, but ready. For a moment he had been startled, thinking the knives were real, and he kept his eyes on them just in case.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 11:27 pm
Surprised and intrigued, Esperite smirked at the Knight as he had originally anticipated the stone would cause him to charge forward. That would have opened many doors for Esperite and allowed him to grab the bull by the horns and take the Knight out before his targets even left the bar; however, Camelot didn't follow the script and make the first move. Esperite was slightly annoyed. He needed this to end quickly so that he could hopefully collect enough energy to call it a night. Taking a deep breath, he did his best to calm his nerves. There wasn't a need to rush the fight and poorly thinking out the battle would only lead to his downfall. He knew this was true, especially for an opponent that wasn't going to leap first and ask questions later. He would have to rethink his strategy if he wanted to finish the Knight quickly. Taking a step forward, he did his best to taunt Camelot further.
"I suppose we should sit down for a cup of tea and discuss the ramifications of your false ideals? Don't make me laugh. I don't have time to quarrel with you about how each life is so very precious and special. Save that for one of your White Moon comrades. Either you step aside or I'll make you get out of my way, your choice."
Confidently, he gestured for the Knight to step forward. For him, he was drawing a line. If the Knight took a step forward, then Esperite knew he would have to dispose of him, but if he simply walked away, the crimson eyed lieutenant would return to keeping a watchful eye on his prey. He wasn't too concerned either way. Esperite had a hard time seeing a shield as a threat. Not to mention, he was feeling rather confident about his battle prowess.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2011 10:59 am
Camelot tried not to leap into fights if he could avoid them, but at the moment he was getting the impression that this Negaverse agent was one of the many that had no interest in being spoken to by, or listening to, anyone or anything they had to say.
Which meant to keep him from hurting anyone, Camelot would have to make a more aggressive move.
"You don't think life is precious and special?" Camelot asked, feigning surprise, "well at least now I understand how you can go around hurting people for fun and energy profit. That's fine. I don't expect all of you to want to talk. But I won't just let you go back to it. So I guess you'll have to make me back down."
He took a breath, lifting his shield. He watched Esperite with a keen expression, trying to look like he was confident in himself and more than capable of holding his own in a fight. Maybe it would discourage the Nega where words failed. But he doubted it.
Camelot took a step forward.
"I don't want to hurt you, I just don't want you to hurt anyone else. I'll do what I have to, in order to defend the innocent in all this. Those lives you don't care about."
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 5:41 pm
Grinning as the Knight spoke, Esperite only found amusement in his words. He wasn't moved or swayed as Camelot spoke as Esperite only saw his duty to the Negaverse. Whatever line or elaborate fantasy the Knight had to tell himself in order to justify his actions wasn't Esperite's concern as Esperite had run into a few White Moon warriors and not one of them had impressed him. He was already celebrating his victory over the Knight in his head.
"Whatever, be the savior of the drunks. I don't much care to hear you prattle on about your morals. Some of us have real work to do. Though I do have to ask, is it lonely on your pedestal of lies? I can't even imagine what kind falsities they feed you White Moon dogs."
Arrogantly, he rushed toward the Knight; Esperite sunk down and tried to sweep Camelot off his feet. The metal tip of his boot angled so that the Knight's ankle would feel the brunt of the kick. As he lowered his body, he kept an arm on the ground to anchor his kick. If Camelot had a shield ready, then Esperite's only choice was to attack from below. His confidence had gotten the best of him and he wasn't very interested in trying to figure out a weak spot of any kind. In fact, the only thing that really worried him was having to touch the disgusting floor of the rooftop.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:14 am
"Call me what you want, but I represent the Earth, not any color moon," Camelot countered, almost sounding grumpy about it. He mastered himself, though, holding up his shield defensively. Words clearly were not working here.
That was made very clear as Esperite charged.
He braced himself, but his shield was high and he didn't anticipate Esperite ducking down before he felt the Nega's foot connecting with his ankle. A shudder of pain moved up his leg, though it was thankfully dulled by the metal that adorned his boots. The force, though, did send him spilling to the side, far off balance. Curling, he struggled to right himself, but he could do nothing but stumble uselessly.
On instinct, he lashed out and swung his shield down, like pushing on a plunger, aiming for whatever part of Esperite's body he could get. Being that close, Camelot hoped the Nega wouldn't be able to give himself time to jump away, and would regret opening this attack in the first place.
The Knight had tried to avoid it, after all.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 12:25 pm
Confidently, he smiles as his foot made contact with Camelot's ankle. He wasn't sure if the Knight would be able to back away or simply overstep his kick, but he was very glad to see that is strategy had worked. Even though Esperite had only made one successful hit, he felt assured that victory would be his. Though his ego had only benefited from the attack, his foot still felt the rebound of kicking a metal boot. Thankfully, the metal tip of his boots had helped, but his toes still tingled and he was sure they would be very sore in the morning. However, this didn't keep him from feeling even more confident that he was going to be the victor.
These delusions of victory were soon cut short as the Knight's shield slammed down onto his left shoulder. Instinctively, he quickly rolled away and brought himself to his feet. Esperite hadn't anticipated any kind of relation, or at least any kind that would actually damage him. Unlike his foot, the pain was instantaneous and though it didn't feel like the shoulder was broken, it was certainly badly bruised. As he tried to lift his left arm, pain shot through it. Anger quickly set in and he was no longer interested in teasing Camelot. Esperite wasn't going to allow him to get away with embarrassing him.
"Lucky shot. Fortune must be on your side tonight."
Disinterested in any banter, he quickly dismissed the dagger in his left hand and charged forward once more. The shoulder needed time to rest and if he tried to attack with his left arm, it would only make the bruise worse. For now, he focused on ridding the Knight of his shield. That way, the both would be at a disadvantage. Lunging forward, he did his best to bury the plastic dagger in the Knight's shoulder as he rushed toward him.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 11:41 am
"You might be giving luck too much credit," Camelot heard himself counter. When had he gotten so fiery? He was not much for fights, but he had certainly been in a number of them. He could not deny that the experience was catching up to him, in many ways. His body was stronger, faster, his timing better, his senses more keen. He knew more about movement, body language, anticipation. His instincts were better honed.
And he was better at battle banter.
Unfortunately, now that he was getting the hang of it, his opponent was not feeling too witty in return. It seemed the hit had been strong enough to knock the teasing right out of him, which was good and bad. It showed that Camelot had his strength about him, and was not to be underestimated, but it also meant that... he would no longer be underestimated. The fight would get harder from here.
"You still have a chance to stop this without any more injury. I don't want to hurt you: I just want to keep you from hurting someone else. We don't have to be enemies."
Camelot's shield was attached to his arm, an extension of himself. He could remove it, as the straps were only velcro, but he tried not to. The last time he had done that, a dragon had thrown it. Inconvenient at best. He couldn't get his shoulder back or his arm high enough to block the coming blow with the shield though, and instead lashed out with his free hand to catch Esperite's arm. If he could do that, he might have an opening to attack him with the shield.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 10:22 pm
The Negaverse lieutenant could feel his blood boiling. Esperite's anger was growing with each passing moment. He hated to be bested by anyone, man, woman or child. However, as his shoulder continued to ache with each move and his toes were continuing to tingle and ache, Esperite was losing his inflated ego and slipping into pure rage. It seemed his strategy was a failure and only pushing him further from victory. If he wanted to turn this around, he would have to act quickly.
"You wish, old man. Do you really believe that the best way to diffuse this situation is to hurl your shield at my shoulder? Wow, you must work for the United Nations."
As Camelot's caught his arm, Esperite could feel the force of the catch in his shoulder as it sent small waves of pain rushing down his arm. Pain paralyzed him momentarily, and his upper body felt heavy as he tried to retaliate with his other arm. However, all he could muster up was a clumsy knee kick at Camelot. He wasn't proud of the attack, but it was all his body could muster up at that moment.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 1:19 pm
Camelot wished there was some way to get through to the Negaverse agents, fighting under the impression of the Chaos that pulsed through their starseeds, their beings. That was the true 'enemy' in Camelot's personal war, and there was very little he could do about it.
At least at the moment. But he would find a way. For now, he just had to do what he could for each person he ran into. That was what they were, after all. Not just enemies to be defeated, or bad guys that did not count. They were people.
With lives Camelot found worth saving.
"To be fair, you were charging me first, and I could only defend myself. I don't want to be hurt any more than you do: my hospital bills are already ridiculous."
In all the movement, he couldn't help but swing his shield once he had Esperite frozen. It hadn't been his intention to use the pain in his shoulder for advantage, but that was how it worked out and it made sense. Maybe he had known that, on a subconscious level. He did think he was getting better at this fighting thing, for better or worse. In any case, though he was getting kicked in the knee, he brought his shield forward, flat, to slam it into the Nega's face.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 5:36 pm
Though caught in Camelot's grasp, Esperite still felt he held the advantage. A fire remained and continued to intensify as he did his best to break free from the Knight's grasp. He wasn't going to give up, and the thought didn't even occur to him that Camelot would be able to retaliate in any form. After all, he was the only one with something close to a real weapon, or at least he thought so. In his arrogance, he continued to taunt Camelot.
"To be fair, you are the one who interrupted me. I gave you many opportunities to flee, yet here you remain an ever present thorn in my side."
Esperite's taunts were cut short by the shield that came straight for his face. Surprised, the Negaverse lieutenant had little time to dodge and only managed to move his head out of the way as the edge of the shield barely cut the side of his face as he turned his head. In the past, any kind of bloodshed on his part was enough to send him into a frenzy; however, Esperite had poorly maneuvered himself as the shield slammed down on his already injured shoulder. The pain was instantaneous and he let out a gasp as he felt the force of the blow.
Thankfully, the force of the blow allowed him to break free of Camelot's hold and he quickly staggered over the edge of the rooftop. As he anxiously waited for the moment when his shoulder would lose feeling and go numb, Esperite did his best to keep a good distance between himself and the Knight. Pain kept his anger from growing any further and he knew his shoulder was too great an injury to ignore, taking a few more harsh breathes, and he looked around for a quick exit and found one in the nearby rooftop. Before jumping, he looked around to confirm that no one else would see him flee. He was also thankful in that moment that Camelot never learned his name.
Taking a step back, he barely made it to the nearby rooftop and staggered to the stairwell on the opposite end of the roof. He wasn't sure if he would be followed so, he quickly descended the stairs and moved to a dark room to catch his breath and allow his shoulder a moment to heal.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 10:33 am
Camelot let go of the Negaverse agent, mostly because he couldn't hold on to him with the angle and following his last attack. He did hold his ground, though, keeping his shield up and ready, watching the Nega keenly and frowning at him.
All this senseless fighting was getting them no where.
"Wait!"
He moved to follow the Nega, but stopped at the next roof over. Esperite had already gone down the stairs by then, and Camelot didn't know what the point of chasing after him was. He was injured, and that meant it was unlikely the Nega would continue hunting anyone, or causing any trouble.
At least for tonight.
It wasn't how Camelot really wanted to keep people safe, but hurting those that would hurt them, but he sometimes had no real choice. He sighed and let the young warrior go, looking at his shield and shaking his head.
Still, he had won, which was always exciting. It was hard to enjoy that, though.
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